John Price

From the beginning of his military career, Price had always been serious about where he stood. He took the rules seriously, took his job seriously, and it showed when he eventually created his own task force. He valued his position and rank and what he did, but he never took into consideration that he was still a man. He was still human.

In a way, Price had forgotten about that. He forgot that he wasn’t just a tool people didn’t even know about, a person who served humanity as if it was his only purpose. He recruited soldiers, trained them, went on missions, but he never recognized the importance of anything else. Until he recruited {User}.

Now, {User} wasn’t perfect, that was for sure. They made small mistakes that bit them in the ass shortly after, but Price saw how quickly they were able to keep up. Price admired it. While they hadn’t climbed the ranks like some sort of god, they did become recognizable to Price–the captain. It said a lot.

Eventually, it wasn’t just recognition that kept Price near them, it was how quick they learned. They noticed small cues and actually created ideas to increase the stealth; putting it to the test, some of them worked. Price even noticed Soap had tried them once or twice in actual missions.

Price wasn’t sure when it started, but their relationship lasted for months. Stress relief, they called it at first. It was forbidden, but who was going to fire Price? Many soldiers saw how he picked favourites based on who he trusted the most–Ghost, Gaz, and Soap– and it wouldn’t be surprising to see Price and {User} together every now and then. Price opted to keep their relationship private, because he didn’t want to risk having his rank deducted, or worse–being dishonorably discharged.

And it worked out. Price was able to have that personal time with {User} when they came back from missions. If anyone asked, he could call it a ‘debriefing’. Price wasn’t going to shatter that time, because as much as he liked the sex, he also liked the connection. Some days {User} would sit on his desk and earn soft kisses all over their throat, jaw, mouth...anywhere Price could reach without taking clothes off. There were times Price would get them leaning back, pants down to their knees so Price could eat them out while their feet rested on his back. Other times, Price would have them on their knees, mouth open and throat contracting around his cock as he kept them steady with the slip chain–the closest thing they could have to a collar without it being obvious. Throat training was definitely one of his favourites.

Power play. Who wouldn’t love it?

---

Like any other day, Price had {User} tucked away in an empty room to ‘debrief’ with them. He had them on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs. One hand was over their throat, keeping their head tilted back and resting on his shoulder. HIs cock was already buried in their cunt, his fingers working against their clit as he rocked inside them. Nothing rough, because he didn’t want to cum. Not yet.

Price preferred this ‘debriefing’ over others. He loved the feeling of their cunt clenching around his cock, nearly pushing it out with the force. It squeezed him so nicely, and the feeling of them cumming on his cock onto furthered the pleasure. Besides, Price’s heart swelled realizing the effect he had on them.

“I know,” Price cooed, his fingers slipping under the chain around {User}’s neck. “Just a few more times, and you can get off.”

But they both knew that wasn’t true, because Price would leave them overstimulated and twitching at the end. He’d make sure they were spent and happy, but he still wanted them focused and coherent enough. He’d never once made them pass out, and he wanted to keep it that way. Price wanted them right on the edge of overstimulation and exhaustion.

“Come on, sweet thing.” Price used his fingers to spread their cunt, his middle finger touching their clit to increase the stimulation. “Have you kept count? Can you tell me what number we’re on?”

From the beginning of his military career, Price had always been serious about where he stood. He took the rules seriously, took his job seriously, and it showed when he eventually created his own task force. He valued his position and rank and what he did, but he never took into consideration that he was still a man. He was still human.

In a way, Price had forgotten about that. He forgot that he wasn’t just a tool people didn’t even know about, a person who served humanity as if it was his only purpose. He recruited soldiers, trained them, went on missions, but he never recognized the importance of anything else. Until he recruited {User}.

Now, {User} wasn’t perfect, that was for sure. They made small mistakes that bit them in the ass shortly after, but Price saw how quickly they were able to keep up. Price admired it. While they hadn’t climbed the ranks like some sort of god, they did become recognizable to Price–the captain. It said a lot.

Eventually, it wasn’t just recognition that kept Price near them, it was how quick they learned. They noticed small cues and actually created ideas to increase the stealth; putting it to the test, some of them worked. Price even noticed Soap had tried them once or twice in actual missions.

Price wasn’t sure when it started, but their relationship lasted for months. Stress relief, they called it at first. It was forbidden, but who was going to fire Price? Many soldiers saw how he picked favourites based on who he trusted the most–Ghost, Gaz, and Soap– and it wouldn’t be surprising to see Price and {User} together every now and then. Price opted to keep their relationship private, because he didn’t want to risk having his rank deducted, or worse–being dishonorably discharged.

And it worked out. Price was able to have that personal time with {User} when they came back from missions. If anyone asked, he could call it a ‘debriefing’. Price wasn’t going to shatter that time, because as much as he liked the sex, he also liked the connection. Some days {User} would sit on his desk and earn soft kisses all over their throat, jaw, mouth...anywhere Price could reach without taking clothes off. There were times Price would get them leaning back, pants down to their knees so Price could eat them out while their feet rested on his back. Other times, Price would have them on their knees, mouth open and throat contracting around his cock as he kept them steady with the slip chain–the closest thing they could have to a collar without it being obvious. Throat training was definitely one of his favourites.

Power play. Who wouldn’t love it?

---

Like any other day, Price had {User} tucked away in an empty room to ‘debrief’ with them. He had them on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs. One hand was over their throat, keeping their head tilted back and resting on his shoulder. HIs cock was already buried in their cunt, his fingers working against their clit as he rocked inside them. Nothing rough, because he didn’t want to cum. Not yet.

Price preferred this ‘debriefing’ over others. He loved the feeling of their ass clenching around his cock, nearly pushing it out with the force. It squeezed him so nicely, and the feeling of them cumming just centimeters away furthered the pleasure. Besides, Price’s heart swelled realizing the effect he had on them.

“I know,” Price cooed, his fingers slipping under the chain around {User}’s neck. “Just a few more times, and you can get off.”

But they both knew that wasn’t true, because Price would leave them overstimulated and twitching at the end. He’d make sure they were spent and happy, but he still wanted them focused and coherent enough. He’d never once made them pass out, and he wanted to keep it that way. Price wanted them right on the edge of overstimulation and exhaustion.

“Come on, sweet thing.” Price used his fingers to spread their cunt, his middle finger touching their clit to increase the stimulation. “Have you kept count? Can you tell me what number we’re on?”

From the beginning of his military career, Price had always been serious about where he stood. He took the rules seriously, took his job seriously, and it showed when he eventually created his own task force. He valued his position and rank and what he did, but he never took into consideration that he was still a man. He was still human.

In a way, Price had forgotten about that. He forgot that he wasn’t just a tool people didn’t even know about, a person who served humanity as if it was his only purpose. He recruited soldiers, trained them, went on missions, but he never recognized the importance of anything else. Until he recruited {User}.

Now, {User} wasn’t perfect, that was for sure. They made small mistakes that bit them in the ass shortly after, but Price saw how quickly they were able to keep up. Price admired it. While they hadn’t climbed the ranks like some sort of god, they did become recognizable to Price–the captain. It said a lot.

Eventually, it wasn’t just recognition that kept Price near them, it was how quick they learned. They noticed small cues and actually created ideas to increase the stealth; putting it to the test, some of them worked. Price even noticed Soap had tried them once or twice in actual missions.

Price wasn’t sure when it started, but their relationship lasted for months. Stress relief, they called it at first. It was forbidden, but who was going to fire Price? Many soldiers saw how he picked favourites based on who he trusted the most–Ghost, Gaz, and Soap– and it wouldn’t be surprising to see Price and {User} together every now and then. Price opted to keep their relationship private, because he didn’t want to risk having his rank deducted, or worse–being dishonorably discharged.

And it worked out. Price was able to have that personal time with {User} when they came back from missions. If anyone asked, he could call it a ‘debriefing’. Price wasn’t going to shatter that time, because as much as he liked the sex, he also liked the connection. Some days {User} would sit on his desk and earn soft kisses all over their throat, jaw, mouth...anywhere Price could reach without taking clothes off. There were times Price would get them leaning back, pants down to their knees so Price could suck them off while their feet rested on his back. Other times, Price would have them on their knees, mouth open and throat contracting around his cock as he kept them steady with the slip chain–the closest thing they could have to a collar without it being obvious. Throat training was definitely one of his favourites.

Power play. Who wouldn’t love it?

---

Like any other day, Price had {User} tucked away in an empty room to ‘debrief’ with them. He had them on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs. One hand was over their throat, keeping their head tilted back and resting on his shoulder. His cock was already buried in their ass, his fingers working against their cock as he rocked inside them. Nothing rough, because he didn’t want to cum. Not yet.

Price preferred this ‘debriefing’ over others. He loved the feeling of their ass clenching around his cock, nearly pushing it out with the force. It squeezed him so nicely, and he could use their cum to jerk them off easier or use it as lube to push his cock deeper. Besides, Price’s heart swelled realizing the effect he had on them.

“I know,” Price cooed, his fingers slipping under the chain around {User}’s neck. “Just a few more times, and you can get off.”

But they both knew that wasn’t true, because Price would leave them overstimulated and twitching at the end. He’d make sure they were spent and happy, but he still wanted them focused and coherent enough. He’d never once made them pass out, and he wanted to keep it that way. Price wanted them right on the edge of overstimulation and exhaustion.

“Come on, sweet thing.” Price used his fingers to touch the tip of their cock, his nail pressing against their slit to increase the stimulation. “Have you kept count? Can you tell me what number we’re on?”

From the beginning of his military career, Price had always been serious about where he stood. He took the rules seriously, took his job seriously, and it showed when he eventually created his own task force. He valued his position and rank and what he did, but he never took into consideration that he was still a man. He was still human.

In a way, Price had forgotten about that. He forgot that he wasn’t just a tool people didn’t even know about, a person who served humanity as if it was his only purpose. He recruited soldiers, trained them, went on missions, but he never recognized the importance of anything else. Until he recruited {User}.

Now, {User} wasn’t perfect, that was for sure. He made small mistakes that bit him in the ass shortly after, but Price saw how quickly he was able to keep up. Price admired it. While he hadn’t climbed the ranks like some sort of god, he did become recognizable to Price–the captain. It said a lot.

Eventually, it wasn’t just recognition that kept Price near him, it was how quick he learned. He noticed small cues and actually created ideas to increase the stealth; putting it to the test, some of them worked. Price even noticed Soap had tried them once or twice in actual missions.

Price wasn’t sure when it started, but their relationship lasted for months. Stress relief, they called it at first. It was forbidden, but who was going to fire Price? Many soldiers saw how he picked favourites based on who he trusted the most–Ghost, Gaz, and Soap– and it wouldn’t be surprising to see Price and {User} together every now and then. Price opted to keep their relationship private, because he didn’t want to risk having his rank deducted, or worse–being dishonorably discharged.

And it worked out. Price was able to have that personal time with {User} when he came back from missions. If anyone asked, he could call it a ‘debriefing’. Price wasn’t going to shatter that time, because as much as he liked the sex, he also liked the connection. Some days {User} would sit on his desk and earn soft kisses all over his throat, jaw, mouth...anywhere Price could reach without taking clothes off. There were times Price would get him leaning back, pants down to his knees so Price could eat him out while his feet rested on his back. Other times, Price would have him on his knees, mouth open and throat contracting around his cock as he kept him steady with the slip chain–the closest thing he could have to a collar without it being obvious. Throat training was definitely one of his favourites.

Power play. Who wouldn’t love it?

---

Like any other day, Price had {User} tucked away in an empty room to ‘debrief’ with him. He had him on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs. One hand was over his throat, keeping his head tilted back and resting on his shoulder. HIs cock was already buried in his cunt, his fingers working against his clit as he rocked inside him. Nothing rough, because he didn’t want to cum. Not yet.

Price preferred this ‘debriefing’ over others. He loved the feeling of his cunt clenching around his cock, nearly pushing it out with the force. It squeezed him so nicely, and the feeling of him cumming on his cock onto furthered the pleasure. Besides, Price’s heart swelled realizing the effect he had on him.

“I know,” Price cooed, his fingers slipping under the chain around {User}’s neck. “Just a few more times, and you can get off.”

But they both knew that wasn’t true, because Price would leave him overstimulated and twitching at the end. He’d make sure he was spent and happy, but he still wanted him focused and coherent enough. He’d never once made him pass out, and he wanted to keep it that way. Price wanted him right on the edge of overstimulation and exhaustion.

“Come on, sweet boy.” Price used his fingers to spread his cunt, his middle finger touching his clit to increase the stimulation. “Have you kept count? Can you tell me what number we’re on?”

From the beginning of his military career, Price had always been serious about where he stood. He took the rules seriously, took his job seriously, and it showed when he eventually created his own task force. He valued his position and rank and what he did, but he never took into consideration that he was still a man. He was still human.

In a way, Price had forgotten about that. He forgot that he wasn’t just a tool people didn’t even know about, a person who served humanity as if it was his only purpose. He recruited soldiers, trained them, went on missions, but he never recognized the importance of anything else. Until he recruited {User}.

Now, {User} wasn’t perfect, that was for sure. He made small mistakes that bit him in the ass shortly after, but Price saw how quickly he was able to keep up. Price admired it. While he hadn’t climbed the ranks like some sort of god, he did become recognizable to Price–the captain. It said a lot.

Eventually, it wasn’t just recognition that kept Price near him, it was how quick he learned. He noticed small cues and actually created ideas to increase the stealth; putting it to the test, some of them worked. Price even noticed Soap had tried them once or twice in actual missions.

Price wasn’t sure when it started, but their relationship lasted for months. Stress relief, they called it at first. It was forbidden, but who was going to fire Price? Many soldiers saw how he picked favourites based on who he trusted the most–Ghost, Gaz, and Soap– and it wouldn’t be surprising to see Price and {User} together every now and then. Price opted to keep their relationship private, because he didn’t want to risk having his rank deducted, or worse–being dishonorably discharged.

And it worked out. Price was able to have that personal time with {User} when he came back from missions. If anyone asked, he could call it a ‘debriefing’. Price wasn’t going to shatter that time, because as much as he liked the sex, he also liked the connection. Some days {User} would sit on his desk and earn soft kisses all over his throat, jaw, mouth...anywhere Price could reach without taking clothes off. There were times Price would get him leaning back, pants down to his knees so Price could eat him out while his feet rested on his back. Other times, Price would have him on his knees, mouth open and throat contracting around his cock as he kept him steady with the slip chain–the closest thing he could have to a collar without it being obvious. Throat training was definitely one of his favourites.

Power play. Who wouldn’t love it?

---

Like any other day, Price had {User} tucked away in an empty room to ‘debrief’ with him. He had him on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs. One hand was over his throat, keeping his head tilted back and resting on his shoulder. HIs cock was already buried in his cunt, his fingers working against his clit as he rocked inside him. Nothing rough, because he didn’t want to cum. Not yet.

Price preferred this ‘debriefing’ over others. He loved the feeling of his ass clenching around his cock, nearly pushing it out with the force. It squeezed him so nicely, and the feeling of him cumming just centimeters away furthered the pleasure. Besides, Price’s heart swelled realizing the effect he had on him.

“I know,” Price cooed, his fingers slipping under the chain around {User}’s neck. “Just a few more times, and you can get off.”

But they both knew that wasn’t true, because Price would leave him overstimulated and twitching at the end. He’d make sure he was spent and happy, but he still wanted him focused and coherent enough. He’d never once made him pass out, and he wanted to keep it that way. Price wanted him right on the edge of overstimulation and exhaustion.

“Come on, sweet boy.” Price used his fingers to spread his cunt, his middle finger touching his clit to increase the stimulation. “Have you kept count? Can you tell me what number we’re on?”

From the beginning of his military career, Price had always been serious about where he stood. He took the rules seriously, took his job seriously, and it showed when he eventually created his own task force. He valued his position and rank and what he did, but he never took into consideration that he was still a man. He was still human.

In a way, Price had forgotten about that. He forgot that he wasn’t just a tool people didn’t even know about, a person who served humanity as if it was his only purpose. He recruited soldiers, trained them, went on missions, but he never recognized the importance of anything else. Until he recruited {User}.

Now, {User} wasn’t perfect, that was for sure. He made small mistakes that bit him in the ass shortly after, but Price saw how quickly he was able to keep up. Price admired it. While he hadn’t climbed the ranks like some sort of god, he did become recognizable to Price–the captain. It said a lot.

Eventually, it wasn’t just recognition that kept Price near him, it was how quick he learned. He noticed small cues and actually created ideas to increase the stealth; putting it to the test, some of them worked. Price even noticed Soap had tried them once or twice in actual missions.

Price wasn’t sure when it started, but their relationship lasted for months. Stress relief, they called it at first. It was forbidden, but who was going to fire Price? Many soldiers saw how he picked favourites based on who he trusted the most–Ghost, Gaz, and Soap– and it wouldn’t be surprising to see Price and {User} together every now and then. Price opted to keep their relationship private, because he didn’t want to risk having his rank deducted, or worse–being dishonorably discharged.

And it worked out. Price was able to have that personal time with {User} when he came back from missions. If anyone asked, he could call it a ‘debriefing’. Price wasn’t going to shatter that time, because as much as he liked the sex, he also liked the connection. Some days {User} would sit on his desk and earn soft kisses all over his throat, jaw, mouth...anywhere Price could reach without taking clothes off. There were times Price would get him leaning back, pants down to his knees so Price could suck him off while his feet rested on his back. Other times, Price would have him on his knees, mouth open and throat contracting around his cock as he kept him steady with the slip chain–the closest thing he could have to a collar without it being obvious. Throat training was definitely one of his favourites.

Power play. Who wouldn’t love it?

---

Like any other day, Price had {User} tucked away in an empty room to ‘debrief’ with him. He had him on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs. One hand was over his throat, keeping his head tilted back and resting on his shoulder. His cock was already buried in his ass, his fingers working against his cock as he rocked inside him. Nothing rough, because he didn’t want to cum. Not yet.

Price preferred this ‘debriefing’ over others. He loved the feeling of his ass clenching around his cock, nearly pushing it out with the force. It squeezed him so nicely, and he could use his cum to jerk them off easier or use it as lube to push his cock deeper. Besides, Price’s heart swelled realizing the effect he had on him.

“I know,” Price cooed, his fingers slipping under the chain around {User}’s neck. “Just a few more times, and you can get off.”

But they both knew that wasn’t true, because Price would leave him overstimulated and twitching at the end. He’d make sure he was spent and happy, but he still wanted him focused and coherent enough. He’d never once made him pass out, and he wanted to keep it that way. Price wanted him right on the edge of overstimulation and exhaustion.

“Come on, sweet boy.” Price used his fingers to touch the tip of their cock, his nail pressing against his slit to increase the stimulation. “Have you kept count? Can you tell me what number we’re on?”

From the beginning of his military career, Price had always been serious about where he stood. He took the rules seriously, took his job seriously, and it showed when he eventually created his own task force. He valued his position and rank and what he did, but he never took into consideration that he was still a man. He was still human.

In a way, Price had forgotten about that. He forgot that he wasn’t just a tool people didn’t even know about, a person who served humanity as if it was his only purpose. He recruited soldiers, trained them, went on missions, but he never recognized the importance of anything else. Until he recruited {User}.

Now, {User} wasn’t perfect, that was for sure. She made small mistakes that bit her in the ass shortly after, but Price saw how quickly she was able to keep up. Price admired it. While she hadn’t climbed the ranks like some sort of god, she did become recognizable to Price–the captain. It said a lot.

Eventually, it wasn’t just recognition that kept Price near her, it was how quick she learned. She noticed small cues and actually created ideas to increase the stealth; putting it to the test, some of them worked. Price even noticed Soap had tried them once or twice in actual missions.

Price wasn’t sure when it started, but their relationship lasted for months. Stress relief, they called it at first. It was forbidden, but who was going to fire Price? Many soldiers saw how he picked favourites based on who he trusted the most–Ghost, Gaz, and Soap– and it wouldn’t be surprising to see Price and {User} together every now and then. Price opted to keep their relationship private, because he didn’t want to risk having his rank deducted, or worse–being dishonorably discharged.

And it worked out. Price was able to have that personal time with {User} when she came back from missions. If anyone asked, he could call it a ‘debriefing’. Price wasn’t going to shatter that time, because as much as he liked the sex, he also liked the connection. Some days {User} would sit on his desk and earn soft kisses all over her throat, jaw, mouth...anywhere Price could reach without taking clothes off. There were times Price would get her leaning back, pants down to her knees so Price could eat her out while her feet rested on his back. Other times, Price would have her on her knees, mouth open and throat contracting around his cock as he kept her steady with the slip chain–the closest thing she could have to a collar without it being obvious. Throat training was definitely one of his favourites.

Power play. Who wouldn’t love it?

---

Like any other day, Price had {User} tucked away in an empty room to ‘debrief’ with her. He had her on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs. One hand was over her throat, keeping her head tilted back and resting on his shoulder. HIs cock was already buried in her cunt, his fingers working against her clit as he rocked inside her. Nothing rough, because he didn’t want to cum. Not yet.

Price preferred this ‘debriefing’ over others. He loved the feeling of her cunt clenching around his cock, nearly pushing it out with the force. It squeezed him so nicely, and the feeling of her cumming on his cock onto furthered the pleasure. Besides, Price’s heart swelled realizing the effect he had on her.

“I know,” Price cooed, his fingers slipping under the chain around {User}’s neck. “Just a few more times, and you can get off.”

But they both knew that wasn’t true, because Price would leave her overstimulated and twitching at the end. He’d make sure she was spent and happy, but he still wanted her focused and coherent enough. He’d never once made her pass out, and he wanted to keep it that way. Price wanted her right on the edge of overstimulation and exhaustion.

“Come on, sweet girl.” Price used his fingers to spread her cunt, his middle finger touching her clit to increase the stimulation. “Have you kept count? Can you tell me what number we’re on?”

From the beginning of his military career, Price had always been serious about where he stood. He took the rules seriously, took his job seriously, and it showed when he eventually created his own task force. He valued his position and rank and what he did, but he never took into consideration that he was still a man. He was still human.

In a way, Price had forgotten about that. He forgot that he wasn’t just a tool people didn’t even know about, a person who served humanity as if it was his only purpose. He recruited soldiers, trained them, went on missions, but he never recognized the importance of anything else. Until he recruited {User}.

Now, {User} wasn’t perfect, that was for sure. She made small mistakes that bit her in the ass shortly after, but Price saw how quickly she was able to keep up. Price admired it. While she hadn’t climbed the ranks like some sort of god, she did become recognizable to Price–the captain. It said a lot.

Eventually, it wasn’t just recognition that kept Price near her, it was how quick she learned. She noticed small cues and actually created ideas to increase the stealth; putting it to the test, some of them worked. Price even noticed Soap had tried them once or twice in actual missions.

Price wasn’t sure when it started, but their relationship lasted for months. Stress relief, they called it at first. It was forbidden, but who was going to fire Price? Many soldiers saw how he picked favourites based on who he trusted the most–Ghost, Gaz, and Soap– and it wouldn’t be surprising to see Price and {User} together every now and then. Price opted to keep their relationship private, because he didn’t want to risk having his rank deducted, or worse–being dishonorably discharged.

And it worked out. Price was able to have that personal time with {User} when she came back from missions. If anyone asked, he could call it a ‘debriefing’. Price wasn’t going to shatter that time, because as much as he liked the sex, he also liked the connection. Some days {User} would sit on his desk and earn soft kisses all over her throat, jaw, mouth...anywhere Price could reach without taking clothes off. There were times Price would get her leaning back, pants down to her knees so Price could eat her out while her feet rested on his back. Other times, Price would have her on her knees, mouth open and throat contracting around his cock as he kept her steady with the slip chain–the closest thing she could have to a collar without it being obvious. Throat training was definitely one of his favourites.

Power play. Who wouldn’t love it?

---

Like any other day, Price had {User} tucked away in an empty room to ‘debrief’ with her. He had her on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs. One hand was over her throat, keeping her head tilted back and resting on his shoulder. HIs cock was already buried in her cunt, his fingers working against her clit as he rocked inside her. Nothing rough, because he didn’t want to cum. Not yet.

Price preferred this ‘debriefing’ over others. He loved the feeling of her ass clenching around his cock, nearly pushing it out with the force. It squeezed him so nicely, and the feeling of her cumming just centimeters away furthered the pleasure. Besides, Price’s heart swelled realizing the effect he had on her.

“I know,” Price cooed, his fingers slipping under the chain around {User}’s neck. “Just a few more times, and you can get off.”

But they both knew that wasn’t true, because Price would leave her overstimulated and twitching at the end. He’d make sure she was spent and happy, but he still wanted her focused and coherent enough. He’d never once made her pass out, and he wanted to keep it that way. Price wanted her right on the edge of overstimulation and exhaustion.

“Come on, sweet girl.” Price used his fingers to spread her cunt, his middle finger touching her clit to increase the stimulation. “Have you kept count? Can you tell me what number we’re on?”

From the beginning of his military career, Price had always been serious about where he stood. He took the rules seriously, took his job seriously, and it showed when he eventually created his own task force. He valued his position and rank and what he did, but he never took into consideration that he was still a man. He was still human.

In a way, Price had forgotten about that. He forgot that he wasn’t just a tool people didn’t even know about, a person who served humanity as if it was his only purpose. He recruited soldiers, trained them, went on missions, but he never recognized the importance of anything else. Until he recruited {User}.

Now, {User} wasn’t perfect, that was for sure. She made small mistakes that bit her in the ass shortly after, but Price saw how quickly she was able to keep up. Price admired it. While she hadn’t climbed the ranks like some sort of god, she did become recognizable to Price–the captain. It said a lot.

Eventually, it wasn’t just recognition that kept Price near her, it was how quick she learned. She noticed small cues and actually created ideas to increase the stealth; putting it to the test, some of them worked. Price even noticed Soap had tried them once or twice in actual missions.

Price wasn’t sure when it started, but their relationship lasted for months. Stress relief, they called it at first. It was forbidden, but who was going to fire Price? Many soldiers saw how he picked favourites based on who he trusted the most–Ghost, Gaz, and Soap– and it wouldn’t be surprising to see Price and {User} together every now and then. Price opted to keep their relationship private, because he didn’t want to risk having his rank deducted, or worse–being dishonorably discharged.

And it worked out. Price was able to have that personal time with {User} when she came back from missions. If anyone asked, he could call it a ‘debriefing’. Price wasn’t going to shatter that time, because as much as he liked the sex, he also liked the connection. Some days {User} would sit on his desk and earn soft kisses all over her throat, jaw, mouth...anywhere Price could reach without taking clothes off. There were times Price would get her leaning back, pants down to her knees so Price could suck her off while her feet rested on his back. Other times, Price would have her on her knees, mouth open and throat contracting around his cock as he kept her steady with the slip chain–the closest thing she could have to a collar without it being obvious. Throat training was definitely one of his favourites.

Power play. Who wouldn’t love it?

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Like any other day, Price had {User} tucked away in an empty room to ‘debrief’ with her. He had her on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs. One hand was over her throat, keeping her head tilted back and resting on his shoulder. His cock was already buried in her ass, his fingers working against her cock as he rocked inside her. Nothing rough, because he didn’t want to cum. Not yet.

Price preferred this ‘debriefing’ over others. He loved the feeling of her ass clenching around his cock, nearly pushing it out with the force. It squeezed him so nicely, and he could use her cum to jerk them off easier or use it as lube to push his cock deeper. Besides, Price’s heart swelled realizing the effect he had on her.

“I know,” Price cooed, his fingers slipping under the chain around {User}’s neck. “Just a few more times, and you can get off.”

But they both knew that wasn’t true, because Price would leave her overstimulated and twitching at the end. He’d make sure she was spent and happy, but he still wanted her focused and coherent enough. He’d never once made her pass out, and he wanted to keep it that way. Price wanted her right on the edge of overstimulation and exhaustion.

“Come on, sweet girl.” Price used his fingers to touch the tip of their cock, his nail pressing against her slit to increase the stimulation. “Have you kept count? Can you tell me what number we’re on?”