"But I don't see what the attraction was."

She sighed. "It was a game, Cooper."

"Game? Where's the fun in that? It was kind of weird if you ask me."

She sighed again. "It was all about control games, Cooper. They .....just liked that kind of thing. One of them being in control like that."

"Taking orders isn't a game Madi." She grinned at him. Spoken like a true marine.

"Why not?" she challenged. "Looked like fun to me!" He gave her that look, and sighed deeply, returning his gaze to the passing scenery. "I can see the attraction," she added playfully. He just grunted at that, and she decided not to tease him any more.

When they returned home, he rested his gaze on her intently while she said goodbye to the baby-sitter and shut and locked the door. He made his way into the bedroom while she closed the curtains and pottered around looking in on the kids asleep in their bedrooms and getting things ready for the morning.

When she finally entered the bedroom, he was sitting in one of the big leather armchairs they had in there. He was looking at her intently, a strange expression on his face.

"Shut the door," he ordered. She complied, looking at him with a puzzled air. "Lock it and come here," he added softly. She moved towards him.

"Stop."

"Cooper...."

"Did I say you could talk, soldier?" She looked at him shocked for a moment. "Stand to attention," he ordered. She did it automatically. He didn't sound like Cooper. There was a note of command in his voice that she'd not heard before. It sent shivers down her spine. Nice shivers.

"Take your clothes off." She hesitated for a moment, not sure if he was serious. "That wasn't a request, Gibson." She returned his gaze steadily for a moment, and then her fingers moved, almost of their own volition, to the buttons on her blouse.

He watched while she peeled off her blouse. Her skirt also fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, a vision in black lace underwear. His eyes raked up and down her body. She stood there in front of him, not moving, her heart pounding. His face was distant, controlled. Her knees felt weak. She was incredibly turned on.

"And the rest." The sound of his voice made her jump. She saw that he'd noticed by the small smile that flitted across his face. And then his face returned to it's impassive expression.

Her hands were trembling now, as she reached around behind her to unfasten her bra. She could tell that he was aroused too as his breathing quickened. His face gave nothing away. She deliberately slowed her movements, sliding her thumbs underneath the sides of her knickers, tantalisingly sliding them down over her hips, and then over her knees, stepping out of them with innate grace.

As she reached for the fastenings on her stockings, he stopped her. "No, leave those on." She straightened up. His breath caught in his throat. She was so beautiful. Her skin was creamy white, and those stockings and the black garter belt framed her amazingly. He struggled not to let his face show her how he felt, and resisted the urge to just throw her on the bed. She'd said she wanted this.

"Fetch the chair," he said. She looked around the room, locating the chair and fetched it. He admired the view as she bent over to pick it up. She carried it over to him, and looked at him expectantly.

"Put it down in front of me." She complied, looking to him for her next order. "Sit in it." She did. "Part your legs." She looked at him again, her pupils dilated with excitement.

He paused, watching her face, and then issued his next order in a soft commanding voice which made her even wetter. "Make yourself come."

For a second she thought she'd misheard him. His face, however, was as serious as ever. She hesitantly moved her hand down, looking to him for reassurance that she was doing the right thing. He leaned forward in his chair, watching her even more closely as her fingers dipped into the curls between her legs, stroking and fondling. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. He thought that it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.

"Look at me," he ordered. "I want to see your eyes." She struggled to focus on him, her fingers sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "I want to see your eyes when you come."

Oh god, the things that his voice was doing to her. Her fingers moved faster, dipping in and out of her heat now, moving over her clitoris, pressing and rubbing while her eyes held his gaze as long as she could. As she came closer to orgasm, she finally could hold it no longer, and her head rolled back again and her eyes closed. His eyes moved down her body, watching what she did as her body convulsed in ecstasy.

Cooper sat back in the chair, watching as her movements slowed and her breathing eased. When she recovered enough to meet his gaze, he was sitting expressionless once more. She wasn't fooled, however. His arousal was clear through his trousers.

"Come over here." She did so, her eyes never leaving his. "Kneel down." She felt embarrassed as she did so. This was a little awkward.

He must have sensed it, because he leant down and pressed a soft kiss against her mouth. "You're the one who wanted to play games, Madi," he murmured against her lips. He kissed her again, his face concerned. "Wanna stop?" She shook her head no. She couldn't speak.

He leant back in his chair, his face resuming its stern expression. "Unzip me." With a slight smile, she did so, freeing him. She gently ran her fingertips up and down his length, glorying in him.

"No," he growled. "Not like that." She looked puzzled for a moment, and then her face cleared as comprehension dawned. She lowered her mouth onto him, listening to him sigh, and then began to move her head up and down, swirling her tongue around him as she did so. One of his hands sank into her hair, holding her there, while the other one moved behind his head to clutch at the back of his chair.

She teased him mercilessly, speeding up and then slowing down whenever she felt him drawing close. Her tongue found the sensitive spot beneath the tip and she drove him nuts, flicking her tongue over it, hearing him moan, loving that sound.

"Gibson," he gasped. "Finish it!"

Well, he was the boss. She increased the pressure, and lightly dragged her teeth along his length from base to tip, and felt him explode into her mouth. She held him down, while he shuddered, and when he relaxed again, she looked up at him and smiled with satisfaction.

"You're looking very pleased with yourself, Gibson." Her smile widened, and he tried to frown, but she could see the mischief in his eyes before he managed to hide it. "Stand up. Come to attention."

She did so, trying to stand as straight as possible. He rose slowly to his feet, and walked over to her. She tried hard not to shiver, as his eyes ran up and down her body. He paced around her appraisingly, and then paused behind her, moving his mouth close to her ear.

"Drop and give me five." She turned and stared at him. "Today, Gibson!" She licked her lips, and looked at him a little embarrassed.

"Erm ...... five what, Cooper?"

He stared her down.

"You will address me as sir," he barked. "And it's five press ups, Madi," he added in a whisper. "Don't you know anything?" She grinned at him.

"Yessir!"

He watched as she gave him the five press ups that he'd asked for. As she began to rise to her feet, he spoke again.

"No, stay down there. Kneel."

She looked at him, her eyes wide.

"Eyes front Gibson." Her head snapped round so that she stared straight in front of her. "On all fours." She fell forward onto her hands, careful not to look at him again.

She could hear him though. She could hear his footsteps as he walked steadily around her. When he passed in front of her, she could see his legs. She could also hear it when his shirt slithered to the floor. She felt very vulnerable. Her arms and legs were shaking in anticipation, as she wondered what he was going to do now. She could also feel herself getting more and more aroused, as he dragged out this sweet torture.

She arched her back with a gasp, as he lightly ran his fingernails down her back. Then nothing. The sound of his footsteps once more. He paused behind her, and her whole body broke out in goose bumps. His foot eased between her knees, gently edging them apart. She moaned in frustration. She wanted him inside her so badly. Again he moved away, tormenting her.

She heard the leather of his seat creak as he sat down again. He was behind her, and she began to turn her head to look at him.

"Eyes front, Gibson," he snapped. "I won't warn you again."

Terrified that he'd stop if she didn't obey, she focused in front of her again, her ears pricked as she tried to comprehend what the sounds coming from behind her meant.

She heard the seat creak again, as he stood back up, his movements slow and dangerous. She reminded her once again of a cat, not a safe domestic tabby, but a wildcat, hunting. She heard the zip on his jeans being pulled down even further. With relief she realised that he was undressing. It wouldn't be long before the ache in her groin was satisfied. She didn't think that she could stand this much longer.

Her relief was short lived. He may have removed his clothes, but he seemed in no hurry to fuck her. She wanted to beg him, but some last vestige of pride prevented her. As he continued to stalk around her, now and then touching her with light feather touches, she seriously debated getting rid of even that last bit of pride. If he didn't fuck her soon, she was going to go insane.

Every nerve ending in her body sang with relief, as he finally knelt behind her. She felt his hands slide down her sides, fastening on her waist, and then, at last, he entered her, sliding achingly slowly in. Her hands twisted in the pile of the carpet as he continued to move slowly in and out of her, every movement deliberate and deep. His hands held tight onto her waist, so that she couldn't move against him if she wanted to. And she desperately wanted to.

She felt the tension build in her, begging for release. Every stroke elicited another moan from her. He quickened his movements, pounding into her, making her moan louder, until eventually she was moaning almost continually. One of his hands released its hold on her waist, and while the other held her steady, slid down to stroke her gently. That gentle pressure on her clitoris took her over the edge, and she collapsed as her arms gave way, burying her climactic screams into the deep carpet. He continued to stroke her gently, as the waves of pleasure washed over her body, leaving her weak and limp. His movements became more erratic, and he plunged into her more deeply, as he also approached his climax. She felt him tense against her, his breathing harsh, and then he plunged into her once more, causing her to reach new heights of ecstasy as he filled her with his essence.

He clung to her for a moment on two, while both of their hearts slowed and steadied. And then he withdraw, making her gasp as he eased out of her. She rolled over on her back, to meet his intense blue eyes. He reached out one hand, and gently ran it over her cheek, down her neck and breast to her waist, his face relaxing into the gentle expression she loved so much. He leaned in and placed a hard kiss on her lips. As he moved back again, he assumed an air of command once more.

"On your feet, soldier." She gaped at him. Again. She was beginning to regret his stamina. He leaned closer to her. "Or have you had enough?" he mocked.

Unable to resist the challenge in his voice, she rose to her feet, her legs still shaking. She stood to attention, glaring at him. "At ease," he said. This one she knew. She stood with her legs apart, her arms behind her back. He moved behind her, running his hand down her side and over her stomach, pressing her against him so that she could feel his erection pressing into her buttocks. She felt weak once again. He continued to tease her, stroking his hands over her skin, until every part of her was sensitised. Just when she thought that she couldn't stand anymore, she discovered why he wanted her to stand at parade rest. She gasped and shuddered when she felt his fingers stroke over the entrance of her vagina once more, pressing lightly in the little button, teasing their way through her damp curls.

When he felt her draw close to climax, he stopped and released her, ignoring her groan of protest. He moved in front of her, holding her gaze. Then he grabbed hold of the chair and dragged it back against the wall. "Sit down," he ordered. Glazed, it was all she could do to obey him. "Arms at your sides." She did as he said, digging her nails into the arms of the chair, wondering what he had planned for her now.

She found out very quickly. As soon as she was settled, he knelt between her legs, parting them with the palms of his hands. She arched her back once more, gasping as she felt him dip into her heat. His fingers and tongue slipped in and out of her, running over her clitoris in a rhythm that made the blood pound in her ears. She twisted in the chair, her gasps turning to moans once more. She released one of the arms and wound her fingers into his sweaty hair, holding him close

She drew his head back, his gaze still mocking. "Did I say that you could move, Gibson?"

She hissed at him. "What do you get for striking a superior officer these days?" she growled.

"Well," he said, plunging his fingers into her once more, watching her twist and moan. "You don't get that for a start. You move again, Gibson, and I'll stop." She watched him, while his fingers still stroked her, and then with a sigh, let her head fall back onto the chair back and returned her hand to the chair arm.

"Yessir."

She twisted again as he returned to his task, tasting himself in her.

He drove her to the point of orgasm so many times she lost count. Each time she came close, he slowed the tempo, or changed the direction of his stroking, and once or twice he even stopped. The time between these occasions grew shorter and shorter, until she felt as though she was constantly on the edge and he wouldn't let her go any further. She couldn't take it anymore. Pride be damned.

"Cooper," she pleaded. "Cooper, please. Cooper, please. Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease."

He released her once more, and she almost sobbed in disappointment, but then he was on his feet, and he grabbed her hands, pulling her upright. The bed was too far, and so he used the momentum of his pull to lift her up so that her legs could wrap around his waist. He pinned her against the wall, one hand beneath her buttocks, the other steadying them against the wall while her hands wrapped themselves tightly around his neck. And then his cock plunged into her, no longer slow and steady, but this time hard and urgent. Two strokes and she felt blessed relief as her world exploded into stars. Her orgasm was so intense that she didn't feel him come inside her again. He muffled her screams with hot kisses. The last thing he wanted was Reece pounding on the door, wanting to know what he was doing with his mom.

When she finally came too, she was still wrapped in his arms, and he was kissing his way over her face. She released her hold on his neck, and he let her slide gently to the floor. Her legs gave way, and he caught her in his arms again, swinging her up so that he had one arm behind her back, while his other nestled in the crook of her knees. Her head rested against his chest, breathing in the scent of him, the scent of sex and him, while he carried her to the bed.

He laid her gently down, his hands sliding under her garter while he figured out how they fastened. Undoing them, he peeled off her stockings and garters, gently arranging her limbs in a more comfortable position when she seemed unable to do so.

He watched her concerned for a moment, brushing her hair away from her face. "Madi, are you okay."

She stretched and sighed. "Okay? I'm beyond okay. Oh baby......" He hugged her hard, kissing her again.

"Good?"

She snuggled up against him. "Beyond good," she confirmed. He smiled at her in relief. For a moment there.....

He held her tightly for a moment. "I still can't see the attraction." he said. She drew back from him in disbelief. After the way that he'd driven her insane, the way he'd made her scream and moan, and he couldn't see the attraction! He sensed her thoughts. "Oh, I can see the attraction in giving orders, just not taking them," he added, running his fingers over her skin gently. He liked to do that, she'd discovered. Just touch her. It gave him comfort. She laughed softly, stroking his face, watching him delight in that simple touch. "Well, that's sorted then. You give 'em and I'll take 'em. Just not everyday, 'kay."

"'kay," he replied, wrapping her in his arms as they both drifted gently off to sleep.