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“Yes, sir,” she agreed.
“No one touches you except me. Mine.” He bit the spot above her left collarbone, near the chain that held his department ring, marking her.
“No one.”
“You follow my orders first. Not his.” The Chief pinned her arms over her head, manacled to the ceramic tiles. The ring that had been Theo’s on his necklace pressed into her skin.
“Yes, Chief Baker.” Her words came out as a squeak because he fastened his lips to her nipples, already tight in anticipation.
“I demand obedience. You are mine to keep safe.” He moved to the other side, his free hand finding her folds wet from the dousing and the need he was inspiring.
“You’ll keep me safe. It’s your duty,” she moaned.
“Always. Mine, Hudgens.” Baker hefted her up, impaling her on his cock.
“Fuck, Noah… Chief,” she corrected herself as he picked up the pace, slamming into her, never missing her clit from the angle he entered. And he never slowed, mercilessly filling her in a frenzy.
In the tiny part of her brain that wasn’t nearing orgasm, Erin reveled that her suspicions about Noah were correct. Getting really fucked by the Fire Chief was damn hot.
“Me. No one else. Me, Hudgens,” he grunted and pinched her ass.
“Chief,” she gasped, lest his better half begin worrying she was in pain. “More please, sir.”
She struggled briefly, unsurprised when his grip tightened on her, driving deeper inside her. His body was nothing but stone now, not holding back his strength the way he usually did.
Good thing her body was made for his, happily stretching and accommodating the pounding.
She glanced down at the spot their bodies joined, and he pulled her hair, forcing her to look into his eyes. “Me. Just me. Let go, Hudgens.”
It wasn’t how he was using her body that sent her over the edge. It was his eyes—powerful and possessive, focused on nothing except her.
He joined her, snarling in release, emptying into her willing channel.
They stayed there for a few minutes, Noah locked in the feral state, panting against her.
“Umm. Chief. Noah,” Erin said at last.
“Hmmm,” his voice had changed back into Noah’s mid-range baritone. “Yes?”
“We might want to take a shower.”
He staggered back, finally re-orienting to the situation. “Oh. I guess.”
Erin lowered her arms, noting she had bruises around her wrists and what was likely a large hickey forming on the left side of her neck. “Might need to make it fast.”
“Why?” he immediately turned the water on, adjusting it to the temperature of her preference.
“Guests. We’re the hosts, and they might wonder.”
“Too bad. It’s my house and my hot tub.” He seemed to collect his thoughts, and a shadow crossed his face when he saw the bruises he’d left on her skin. “Sorry, you’re correct.”
“Noah.” She caught his shoulder. “It’s fine.”
He traced the mark on her wrist. “Was it?”
“Nothing happened I didn’t agree to. We’ve played this before.”
“This wasn’t play.”
