Page 28 of Under His Command
His other hand cups my small face and brings me closer to his, until we’re mere inches apart. I can feel his warm breath tickling my skin.
“Are you still feeling the plug in your pretty hole, angel?”
“Yes,” I say, now centering my attention on it even more.
“Good. Stay still while I check to see how wet you are. I want everyone to know you’re mine, but I don’t want them to see what I do to you. So don’t move. Understand?”
I nod, feeling his fingers trail higher on my leg until they reach my naked pussy lips. This is why he didn’t want me wearing underwear tonight. My breath catches in my throat as I’m trying to fight the flush taking over my cheeks.
The tip of Rowan’s middle finger dips deeper in between my folds, a whimper escaping me in response. He’s still holding my gaze as his hand explores my pussy, and it’s intimate in ways I’ve never experienced before. I’m not just wet, I’m drenched. And butterflies come to life in my belly knowing it’ll please him.
“Commander Rowan King.” A male voice startles me from somewhere in front of us. Thank God we’re hiding what we’re doing behind the table.
I turn my face toward him and notice he’s got a camera in his hands.
“Mind if I take your picture? You look lovely together, and America would love to see who stole our commander’s heart.”
“Rowan…” I plead, shame washing over me knowing his hand is still all over my pussy while this man is talking to us.
“Just one moment, Alistar,” Rowan says to the guy, then turns to speak to me without him hearing. “I’d actually like you to remember this moment. I want you to see yourself in the papers tomorrow and know your pussy was at my mercy under this table while you posed for a picture like the pretty girl you are. I want you to remember you’re mine, and no one else’s. But if you’d rather keep us a secret for a while, I understand. This would plaster your face all over the country, and if you’re not comfortable with that, I’ll tell him to fuck off. So tell me what you want, angel.”
His fingers pinch my clit under the table, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.
I part my legs a few inches, and he slides inside me with one finger, pumping it lightly so that his muscles don’t clench too much and give us away. I’m so turned on right now I can’t believe what he wants us to do.
But fuck it, I want to remember this just as much as he does. Besides, I don’t want to be just a little secret he’s hiding from the world. I want to be his everything, and I want the world to know that he’s mine.
“I want you,” I say honestly, and he smiles, curling his finger upward to touch my G-spot. I wrap my fingers around his thigh, squeezing it to stop myself from coming undone right here and now.
“Then smile at the camera, angel. Show the world that you’re mine.”
And so I do. Alistar grins, too, probably excited he’s going to be the first photographer to sell an image of us, and starts taking a few rapid shots.
“Beautiful,” he says, then turns to leave with a short nod. “Enjoy your evening.”
Rowan retracts his fingers from my pussy at the same time, and I clench my thighs together to keep adding some friction.
“You’re drenched, angel. I love seeing how much that plug gets you worked up.”
“Please…?”
He smiles, placing a kiss on my lips instead of giving my pussy the release it so desperately wants. “When we get home, that’s all I’m going to do. Play with your pink pussy until you beg me to stop. Here, they’ll see your pretty face when you come, and I’d rather keep that image all to myself. Now, where were we?”
I clear my throat, trying my hardest not to look flustered about being teased so much.
“You didn’t answer my question. About joining the military.”
He nods, suddenly taking on a serious look. “My father served the country. So did my grandfather. I was pushed toward it from an early age, and didn’t feel like I had a say in it.”
I’ve done enough therapy to understand this is probably why he feels the need to control everything around him now that he can. I’d like to know more, but I won’t push too much on this. Not yet.
“Did you want to do something else?”
“I never even considered another path. My mother wanted me to run for office instead—thought I’d be better off that way. But I never wanted that much power. I was worried of what I might do with it.”
Kill them all, I recall him saying this morning when talking to Sergeant Rhames. I didn’t even think much about it, considering Rowan’s job. I wonder if I should.
“Then I met Cole,” he says, and a sad smile spreads on his lips. “I also met Maddox Thorne, the president, and they became like family to me. It’s why I stayed in the military. Why I climbed my way up to the top. The three of us were going to run the country. Maddox as the president, me as the Army Commander, and Cole…” he sighs, “he was supposed to run the FBI. This country is so corrupt… so vile that we took it upon ourselves to do something about it. We thought we could, so we set things in motion between us. But then they found us out… and Cole was the first to go down because we weren’t careful enough.”
