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She was close, so very close that it was like looking over the edge of a precipice: just one more push would send her hurtling into oblivion. She had never been this cranked up before, this hot and bothered. It was different than just being alone with images and phrases running through her mind that helped her get off. As Brad's gaze collided with hers, her breath left her in a rush and a strangled moan. The way his eyes burned so hot, she felt them go right through her. And she found that she couldn't-and wouldn't- look away until he did. She bit her lip and moaned softly before releasing her lip to pant and attempt to breathe. But her breath was ragged from her ministrations and the heat pouring off the couple and suffusing her.

Her hand worked more quickly more before slowing down as she watched Cole tease his lover with slow and shallow thrusts and playing with his balls. She swallowed and watched with avid attention as she shivered at the sound of the demand in Cole's voice. It wasn't exactly directed at her, just for her ears, as she waited on Brad's reply. Her body ached intensely as she slowed her movements but she couldn't help it. She needed the words just as much as Cole seemed to need. Working her clit slowly, she suppressed a whimper of need as she stared in rapture.​
 

When Cole began to pull himself out he gasped, biting his lip and letting out a low guttural moan. It felt almost like Cole's member was only getting larger now, as he moaned and fluttered his eyes. He didn't know how much more he could take. His eyes shot back and forth between the Colonel and Cole, both of them making his erection throb delightfully.

He gasped when he felt that suddenly he was much more empty, except for his very tight ring of muscles. It felt as if Cole was actually forcing himself in even more as the glans tip popped in and out of his anus easily. It left him grunting and whimpering, his eyes shuddering with need. He was so close now, and could barely keep himself under control, and he could tell that the Colonel was the same. So close now, so close...

And yet before he could reach that sweet sweet climax, he felt that firm tug on his sack, letting him know that his orgasm was not to be spoiled. No, it needed to be fermented and cared for. He bit his lip when Cole asked of him to beg, and he found himself so needy now that he had to quickly do so. In a hushed raspy voice he quivered, "P...Please Major, let me cum now, I need to cum soon... your big cock inside of me is too much for me and if you don't let me, I'll explode...!"
 
Panting breaths were mingled in the small room, making Cole wonder if there was good ventilation in the laundry room, as it would be best not to suffocate. But of course there was, as steam would be coming out of here more often then not. Yet sometimes, Cole wondered why he would think in such a tangent, when he should be focusing on Bradâ??s words and the arch that the other maleâ??s back would do. Pale skin glistened against tanned flesh, showing in where Brad ended and where he beganâ?¦despite not being able to feel the differences.

â??Hmâ?¦? Major, was it?â? he asked softly, pulling his cock out further and further, as he wasnâ??t convinced that Brad wanted it enough. â??Just because the Colonel is hereâ?¦doesnâ??t mean you can be disrespectful to me, slave.â? the Major husked out, his cock plopping out completely to tease the other male. He was pushing their relationship out there, and even though the may or may not have been playing such games, Cole was flaunting in front of the Colonel something that she could take if she desired. To give up the control she wrapped her fingers so tightly around, to kneel before them and service them in the mixture of the game and reality that they were creatingâ?¦ if only they would both just fall to their knees and beg for itâ?¦
 
The Colonel felt her legs tremble as the tension in her body doubled from the sound of Brad's plea. Locking her knees, she hung on every word, every sound as her hand kept working her sex, her hand coated in her juices. It was still slow-going and torturous, but it was like she was under Cole's control as well. Needed to hear the words as much as she needed her next breath. Her eyes stayed locked on the pair as the Major teased the tight ring of muscle over and over again, making her think of what it might be like to have him inside her and pumping away. The idea had her mind reeling as her fingers and palm worked a little bit faster, a muted whimper escaping her. She still had control over herself-well her mind at least since her body had stopped listening awhile ago- and her thoughts kept going back to what it might be like to really spend the night with Brad and Cole. It could be gentle, rough, or a mixture of both. And she found herself craving it like a junkie wants his next fix.

When Cole spoke, it rippled across her skin, making her diamond hard nipples even harder and extra sensitive against her tight top. How did this man have such control over her in this way? She'd been told sex was powerful and this seemed to prove it. She never expected herself to be a total submissive, but she never found someone willing to try and dominate her while giving her some leeway to do what her other half desired- to dominate right back. It was confusing to think in this way and as she watched, she noticed the Major had pulled out completely and teased the younger of the two. She couldn't believe how in control Cole sounded, how almost unaffected he was. But it was in the strain in his voice and breathing that gave him away, along with his glistening and hard as steel erection. Moaning quite softly she barely heard herself, she worked herself more, needing and wanting to come for the both of them as much for a deserved release. But she found she couldn't quite get there on her own, still needed that push...that one last push.

Please, please, please..! Shouted needfully over and over in her mind as her mouth refused to produce such begging.​
 

As if he were almost addicted, Brad whimpered when the Major's large member slipped out of him entirely. It wouldn't be incorrect to say that Brad wasn't dependent on Cole now, who practically owned him, both through his member and in rank as well. Although he was surprised by how forceful and vocal he was about it this time. He wasn't used to being called slave, but something about the tone that he used sent shivers down his back.

With loud need whimpers he cried out again, even louder than before with no concern of who may have heard them. "I'm sorry Master, I didn't mean anything of it... Please let you slave cum, I've been a good slave now, please let him cum now..." With a whimper he quickly got into the role that Cole handed to him, remembering that they will still doing this all for the Colonel to see and please her as well.
 
Cole was at the tip of the blade, so to speak, and though he tried hard to remain in control, just seeing his lover writhe under him was enough to make his breath uneven. He was rather close himself, but he refused to go out before either of them. The male wasnâ??t the highest rank in the room, but he was physically stronger, and he would have to prove it through other means than fighting them. Perhaps not strength, but endurance, as he didnâ??t even ooze out precum as his cock slipped up and down against Bradâ??s crack.

It wasnâ??t until his â??slaveâ?? began to beg him with desperation like some addict, that he growled and slammed his meaty shaft in with enough force to slam the pale private against the wall. The walls were made out of cement, but the metal door next to them vibrated with the force. Brad was going to bruise at pressure points the next day, but that didnâ??t matter, as he held both wrists in either hand, and plowed hard against the prostate. Grunting with effort, he pressed a few kisses to the sweaty neck, while his gazed turned towards the Colonel. Sharp chocolate eyes stared at not her hand movements, but her face and hopefully to catch her eyes. He wanted her to see that even from afar, he was going to bring her down to her knees one day, and pleasure her more than any of her weaker boyfriends had perhaps tried to do. â??You may cum, slaveâ?¦â? he muttered against Bradâ??s neck, directing it both at his lover and at the Colonel.
 
Brad's soft and needy whimpers made some deeper and mostly dormant part of her want to hear more, to make him beg for more and to be able to hold his pleasure in the palm of her hand. But Cole was in control here, even as some of her rebelled against it, the rest of her reveled in it. She shivered and trembled, barely able to keep standing as the pleasure grew more and more intense, but not that all-consuming pleasure that would totally obliterate her senses. But so close...she was just so damn close. Her eyes focused on Brad, the sound of his voice and the desperation lacing it helping to fuel her desire. But it wasn't until Cole obliged his begging that she felt herself toppling towards the edge. She watched until the scene became too much, seeing and feeling Brad get slammed into and up against the wall. The dominance and ownership in their new position went straight to her swollen, drenched, and achy vagina like it had a homing signal on it. It didn't seem to matter whether she was getting fucked or not because her hand was more than making up for it.

Her lids had drooped as her hand movements had sped up to a fever pitch, but when she opened them further, amber eyes crashed against chocolate ones and her breath left her in a heated rush. Those eyes told her of all the things that would happen, whether she wanted it or not. It told her of how he would come to claim her in such a way that she might not recover. And before he could finish his sentence, her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave and she bit her lip to keep from crying out too loudly, though the sound seemed to resound against the walls of the laundry room. Her hand moved furiously as her free one dug into the skin of her thigh, just adding to the pleasure-pain burning through her veins. Her back arched and her eyes shut as her hips moved of their own accord. She was completely taken over and without shame or some semblance of modesty.​
 
It seemed that his words were enough to convince the Major to allow his orgasm to come. With little warning he thrust in sharply and made him gasp, whimpering and groaning while his eyes flutter. With a soft whimper he soon felt almost all of his body become limp as his chest was pushed against the wall entirely and his cock throbbed firmly against the cold cement, which only burned against him even more.

His blue eyes fluttered while he whimper and grunted, turning his gaze to the Colonel and seeing her also let the waves of her orgasm take over. It only took a few moments as he moaned and shivered, his member twitching wildly now. Within a few moments his balls quaked and his hot seed shot out of his length, spilling all over the wall, and his member as well because he was pressed so close through Cole's rough thrusts. Soon he was panting heavily, moaning and whimpering while trying to keep himself composed, and enjoying the warmth of his lover, and the soft expressions of the Colonel who seemed to also enjoy their show.
 
Only after the Colonel and his lover found their release, did Cole allow his mind to relax. It was mind over matter, and soon, with his mind allowing the orgasm to follow, he was nearly raping Brad against the wall. Despite his lover having came, hot seed smeared against the wall and Bradâ??s abdomen, the feeling wasnâ??t enough, and he wasnâ??t quite there yet. He could hear the Colonel finding her own release, the stench of both of their sexual fluids mingling in the air.

It crowded his senses and made him dazed, before a final thrust slammed into Brad and he was cumming just as hard, if not more. Thick globs of semen splashed and filled his lover to the point that it began to push back against his cock. The tight passage was going to be filled at this rate, so he pulled his shaft out with a swift yank. If the Colonel should look, she would have seen the meaty shaft, shiny with semen to lubricate it, the main vein throbbing, and the tip gushing out a few more squirts to land milky white cum on Bradâ??s plowed bottom and aching entrance.

Turning his gaze towards the Colonel, while his hand grasped tightly around one of Bradâ??s hip, he grinned at her with a sultry feature. His lips were kind, as if encouraging and telling her that she did well. Even so, his eyes said differently. They wanted to fuck her with his dripping cock that had just nearly raped the private before him. â??I hope you enjoyed the show, Colonel?â?
 
It took longer than usual to come down from her sexual high as she throbbed way after her orgasm finally passed. Once she gained her senses, the musky scent of male mingled with her own scent and it made her slightly dizzy. She felt good all over, almost lucid. It was as if most of her stress had been let go of in one single orgasm. The thought of what had happened still amazed and frightened her as a blush of embarrassment began to cloak her cheeks. She was wobbly at best and so she didn't bother to move from her position, but removed her hand from her sweats and stared at the slick juices still coating it. It almost...didn't seem real. Looking up, she saw both Brad and Cole reach completion and she found the whole thing to be carnal and beautiful. It confused her, but it seemed like all she got was more questions rather than answers.

She heard the splash of semen, and looked a the milky substance, not truly liking the way it looked. But she was curious as to the flavor..and shook her head at the thought. This was over. As soon as she stepped out of this room, it would be over. Breath still ragged, she looked up to see Cole staring at her and felt her eyes widen at the look he gave her. She pressed back against the wall a moment, overwhelmed by that look and his slick and still hard cock. Heat suffused her body once more, but she didn't let it show on her face that she was even considering him letting him take her virginity on the spot. Loosening up her stance, she nodded her head lightly in answer, still not trusting her voice. Glancing at Brad, she knew he was going to be very sore and very banged up in the morning. She knew her back wouldn't be happy with her in the morning, but she could deal. Cracking her neck and wrists, she licked her slick hand clean, all the while staring hard at Cole. She wouldn't be going down without a fight. Turning her eyes away, she moved from the wall, almost stumbling due to her legs being like jello, but she managed to walk pretty damn well and brush against Cole as she moved to grab her laundry bag.​
 

It came out of no where, but soon Brad felt that large burning member behind him throb as well and soon it shuddered and shot his burning seed deep within him. The paler soldier gasped and moaned, the orgasm sudden and unexpected by him. The amount that spilled out of Cole was amazing and seemed never ending, every throb bringing more and more of his cum deep within his tight anus. He bit his lip and felt his eyes roll up into their sockets, barely able to contain his cries of pleasure even through his orgasm.

As the Major pulled out and let the last few drops of his seed spill onto his bare ass, he shivered, the drops still burning hot against his skin, and his pummeled hole now gently spilling it out as well. Without the support of Cole, he almost immediately collapsed. His arms barely held him in place as he slumped a few inches against the wall, panting heavily. His eyes turned to go and see that the Colonel was already done with her orgasm, and tried to recover herself as quickly as possible. However as much as she may have attempted to keep her stature, it must have been difficult through that session. He found that watching her lick the juices from her warmth to be incredibly sensual and blushed softly, his member stirring quickly already at the sight.
 
Not hearing a response from the Colonel, he assumed that yes, she did enjoy the show. In fact, he almost hoped she had wished she was part of it. But in the back of his mind, he knew that with her being a virgin, there was no way she desired such a thing so soon. They would have to work for it, edging her closer towards the idea of asking to join in, or at least, reaching out a hand to brush against one of them.

Still against his lover, almost holding Brad up so that the other male could rest, Cole felt a brush of flesh as the Colonel attempted to grab for her laundry bag. She would leave soon, and afterwards, perhaps Cole and Brad could just rest against one another or go back to their own sleeping area. Whatever the case was, he didnâ??t know why, but he reached out and grasped the Colonelâ??s elbow. Leaning in, he whispered, â??Weâ??re here every three nights. Feel free to join us, Colonel.â? with that, he released her and turned his attention away from the woman to give a playful spank to Bradâ??s bottom. â??What now?â? he asked, hinting that he was opened to doing whatever his lover desired.
 
Ashlyn stiffened as soon as Cole touched her elbow and had to keep a tight grip on herself in order to not hit him as a reflex. She didn't like it when people touched her near her elbows for specific reasons that she wouldn't discuss with them. Probably not with anyone. She simply nodded without much enthusiasm as she took the bag down and nudged them away from the door. Pulling the door open just wide enough for her to slip through, she closed the door behind her with a quiet snick. Once it was closed, she just stood there in the quiet of the base, knowing that everyone else was asleep or on guard somewhere else. The quiet was so different to what she had heard in the laundry room. Her body trembled in remembrance and she almost slid to her knees. But there again was her willpower holding her up.

Putting the bag down, she tied her hair back up into a pony tail, preparing herself to get back to her run. She needed a way to get out the stress that was starting to build as she replayed over and over what happened. Taking a few deep breaths, she tried to find her center, but it didn't seem to work. She moved away from the laundry door and leaned back quietly against the wall and looked towards the ceiling. She ran a hand down her face as she found herself considering trying more. She didn't really have much going for her besides work and a pet. No guy in her life, family pretty much gone. Her life was pretty damn empty and this experience just made it more apparent. As she slowly got back to her center, she felt her eyes closing as she relaxed and just listened to the quiet sounds of the base.​
 
The room was almost silent now aside from Brad's still heavy breathing. Before he could let out a response, his eyes were much too fixated on watching the Colonel and Major react. When he saw Cole lean in to grab and whisper to her he gasped. Would she allow such behavior from a lower officer? However she seemed alright with it... It still made Brad wonder what would happen now, since they were found out by sigh a high-ranking officer. Would she really stay true to her word?

Before he could say anything Cole administered a firm spank onto him. He gasped and moaned, looking back at him with a blush, realizing that just once wasn't going to be enough for his lover. Something about the thought was highly arousing and before he knew it, his body was responding readily to the thoughts. With a a soft smile he spoke, "Well... I did like you calling me slave..."
 
Cole raised an eyebrow at how the Colonel reacted, as if she wasnâ??t affected at all. That made him wonder if she was, as she left without another word of whether she would return or not. But when Brad finally answered him, he grinned and ran a finger up the other maleâ??s crack to press at the used hole and allow a bit of the semen to dribble out. Brad was what mattered at the moment, and even though they should worry if the Colonel was going to rat on them, or even if she was going to join them, it wasnâ??t his priority. â??Did you, nowâ?¦? Do you like the thoughtâ?¦ of being on your knees before me?â? he asked playfully, wrapping his arm around the smaller maleâ??s waist and pulling them close so that he was pressed crotch to ass.

Bringing his finger that was covered in semen up to Bradâ??s lips, he smeared the milky substance along the Privateâ??s lips and waited for the paler male to clean his finger off. Itâ??d have been fun if he had chocolate like those cliché romance things, but he didnâ??t think he had an explanation to the chiefs for stealing some. â??Come onâ?¦letâ??s get cleaned up and to bed. Drills in the morning, Private.â? the last sentence was spoken with a firmness that was from a ranked officer to one lower than him, instead of a lover to a lover. It was followed by another spank to the other cheek to even out the pretty pink on the well fucked bottom.
 
It had been a few nights since that incident in the laundry room and the Colonel was stressed beyond belief. She had to work with several insubordinations and figure out what to do with the younger officers in question. She reviewed their files and found that two of the five would be let off without punishment and their elder officers would suffer for issuing such orders while under her command. The General was off-base until tomorrow, and so she was the one in charge at the base for now. And it was a headache. As she filed through some paperwork that she handed over to a lower-ranking officer to finish up with, she turned in her chair to look out the window. She was dressed in her fatigues and boots since she was preparing to go for an outside run around the facility. It was a nice day out, after all.

Standing up, she clocked out for the day and locked her office up tight, bidding her secretaries good day. Once she was near the doors leading outside, she tied her hair up into a loose ponytail before nodding to two guards and heading outside. Her stress level had a headache pounding behind her eyes like a beast. She jogged about the facility once, twice, three times before she grew so tired that she had to stop or she would collapse. It was a huge building, to say the least. Hands on her knees as she leaned over to breathe, she thought back to that day in the laundry room and had her heart beat racing for other reasons than exhaustion. Sweat rolling down her collarbone and throat, the Colonel took a break to catch her breath at the side of the building.​
 
Three days had gone by quickly and before Brad had known it, they were in their usual location of the laundry room. Cole had insisted they come a little early, simply to see if the Colonel would hold to her promise and not report their little outings. So far everything seemed the same. With a heavy sigh he closed his blue eyes and moaned softly against his lover's lips. They worked quickly, and already Brad's pale toned chest was exposed and pressed firmly against the Major's. His hands wandered freely, one resting on his muscular pecs, while the other ran along his side idly.

Already his body was stirring quickly. That taste that he was offered last time of his dark lover's seed wasn't enough for him. It was becoming less of filling out a need and more of a want now, he found. With a soft shiver he felt his erection rise up quickly, pressing firmly against Cole's inner thigh and throbbing eagerly for a similar response. With a shiver he leaned in close and moaned, gently whispering his name into Cole's ear.
 
The days seemed to kind of trickle away, and even though they were training and doing every day procedures, Cole found that each day was a bit more exciting if he thought about Brad. It was later that he remembered to ask his lover to come early to the laundry room. Perfectly done, he noted, as he enjoyed the few moments with his lover, realizing that even if the Colonel didnâ??t come, they could resume things as it was. Routine was something soldiers hated, but for the caramel skilled male, he enjoyed it if it was with his lover. The same motion for their kisses was enough to mash into a wonderfully new sensational passion.

Hearing his named whispered with such a cute voice for someone who was supposed to be tough and strong, sent shivers down his spine. â??Mmâ?¦â? then, an idea fluttered through his mind, and he smirked, as he felt the hardened length press up against his thigh. â??Letâ??s mix up the play a bit tonightâ?¦why donâ??t you prepare yourself for me, slave.â? he half suggested, using the term to remind Brad of his â??placeâ??. He hadnâ??t spoken about it for the last few days, as he didnâ??t want to push it upon his lover. But now that they were back into the laundry room, it seemed almost appropriate.

Petting the other maleâ??s shaft through the standard uniform pants, he peppered a few kisses along Bradâ??s pale neck, before placing his hand at the center of the Privateâ??s chest, and pushed him towards the large pile of what was supposed to be clean clothes, ready for pick up. They were going to sweat all over it, but he didnâ??t care, as the ones that might notice, would probably sweat too fast onto their clothes during drill practices to care or give mind to.
 
Regaining herself and returning to her quarters, Ashlyn submerged herself under the spray of her shower. The hot water cleaned her of dirt and grime and her stress as she relaxed for a little while, it was pretty much the only luxury she gave herself. Once she was clean, she changed into a t-shirt and yoga pants and a pair of sneakers before she began a walk around the facility. She knew where she was headed, even if she didn't want to go that way. But she found her body moving in that direction regardless. It didn't take her very long to get to the door that led to the laundry room, but she was careful about how she went about it. She knocked a few times to let them know someone was there, and hopefully knew it was them. She cursed herself at the same time however, even as her cheeks turned a rosy pink from her thoughts. She was probably interrupting, and should just leave...

She considered leaving, actually started to back up from the door before she stopped herself and simply stared for a moment, her back against the wall. She was a sexual coward it seemed: a woman scared of her own sexuality or the fact that Cole had entranced her into performing before him. Either way, she felt trapped in one sense and free in another. She felt as if they wouldn't really judge her...but the way Cole stared made her think otherwise.

"I should just..go.."

She murmured to herself. But still she stayed, though she turned her back to the door, wet hair gleaning against her back.​
 
Brad shivered and looked up at his lover needily, waiting on his beck and call for a command. When he asked for him to try something different he nodded his head almost immediately in compliance. That word sent throughout his body and made Brad's eyes flutter with delight. Softly he spoke in a gentle murmur, "Mmm... Of course, anything for you, master..." Even though he loved the warmth he felt when his body and especially his member was pressed against his dark skinned partner, he would have to part for now in order to ready himself.

Slowly and teasingly he unbuckled his belt and slid down his pants, swaying his hips left and right for a bit of a show. When they were around his ankles and revealed his toned pale legs he stepped out of them quickly. The cool air surrounding them tingled his bare flesh, and revealed his member to still be warm and throbbing with delight. However for now, he wasn't concerned about his own release. Cole would be sure to take care of that himself after all.

He found a nearby washing machine and gently bent himself over it, one hand holding him steady. The other started at his chest and gently glided down his side until it curved around his hip and to his rear. He kneaded the soft flesh for a moment before his hand returned and moved to his lips to give his fingers ample licking and sucking. With his fingers in his mouth and his cheeks sucked in he moaned gently, closing his eyes while his hands hurried to tease that puckered hole and push in.

Getting his fingers past that tight ring of muscles was always the hardest part, and made Brad moan the most. But with just the right amount of force, he could pop in easily and then thrust in and out easily to ready himself. He gained a steady tempo as his moans became shallow. Soon he was panting heavily while his eyes fluttered, all too focused on preparing for whatever Cole had in store this time.
 
Sharp, rapid knocks that allowed him to hear the precision of the act. Cole smirked as he ignored the sound for now, while his lover was so wrapped up in whatever he was doing to notice. Brad seemed to get into the master-slave act very well, and it made him thrilled that his lover was being a good boy. Just watching the other male bend over like some harlot for him was making his thick shaft throb in his pants. Thought it had been only a few days, for soldiers without contact outside of each other, it felt like an eternity.

After a few moments though, with Brad happily fingering himself, he moved towards the door and opened it. Dark caramel skin shone in the moonâ??s light, as he leaned against the doorâ??s framework with both hands on either side. The Major was tall enough that he gazed downwards with a bit of a hunch, pulling off the â??bad boyâ?? look that he found amusing. â??Colonelâ?¦itâ??s nice to see that youâ??ve joined us?â? he voice wasnâ??t as teasing as his posture was though, as it was more inviting and almost school boy nervous-like.

Tilting his head, he stood up straight and offered his hand towards the Colonel, noting how the moonlight reflected on her black hair to make it look like it was almost shining. In the background, from this angle, she would be able to see his lover fingering himself, and if she decided to join them tonight, perhaps he could introduce the virginal soldier to something more than a show. Something more, but not too far, as he understood how to be delicate with a virgin, and yet push her down enough that she understood rank meant nothing in the metaphorical bed.
 
The Colonel turned in the slightest, doing a partial turn that showed off her usually hidden curves as she looked at Cole. He seemed overwhelming once more, and she found her shying away from the carnal sensuality that he let off. But she stood her ground and didn't blink at his posture or the sound of his voice. He enjoyed taunting her and making fun of her, it seemed. Like it was so rare to be a virgin and be a soldier. An indignant shade of red showed up on her pale cheeks as she went over her options. The only one she had left was to follow him and hope that he didn't hurt her. She could defend herself from physical attacks, but she had no defenses against his sexual prowess. She was pretty screwed, and she hoped that it wouldn't be literal. Even she knew that her ranking would mean nothing once she stepped inside that room.

With a deep inhale, she stepped forward and took his hand, noting the roughness. Her palms were actually smooth despite all the work she did outside with the younger recruits and personal training. Moisturizer did wonders, she thought absently. She still had her long and graceful piano fingers, though her nails were blunt, like most of the female soldiers. She turned her head in the slightest to see Brad fingering himself, so caught up in it that he had no shame, just wanted to please himself and his lover. The sight stole her breath on a gasp as she couldn't help but stare and wonder what it was like to be touched so intimately. The thought made her both excited and slightly afraid.​
 
Brad was finding himself more and more absorbed in readying himself, his fingers readily pressing in and out of his body. His blue eyes fluttered with a moan as he bit his lip and shivered. All he could think of was his role as a slave right now, waiting to please his supposed master. It didn't matter to him that he was a soldier or in the army at all. No, all he wanted was to be fucked by Cole hard and rough.

And yet as soon as he spoke up and his head turned back to see the Colonel, he paused for a moment. Even though she had seen him before in the most intimate of moments, the fact that their beautiful Colonel watching made him hesitate slightly. A gentle flush covered his face as he moaned softly and remembered that his fingers were still pressed inside of him. He gasped and moaned loudly while his eyes fluttered, slowly increasing his tempo with every passing moment as the two of them watched.
 
Small, slender, and soft where the words that Cole would have associated with the Colonelâ??s hand. It was a nice feeling, to know that she had taken his hand. It symbolized more than just her willing to follow into the laundry room, at least, in his mind it did. Smiling at her, he made sure they where both in, before closing and locking the door to prevent anyone else intruding and ruining the little progress they had made.

Wrapping his arms around the Colonel, he held her in his large, muscular arms, while situating them right behind Brad. â??Weâ??re going to try something a bit moreâ?¦involving for you today, Colonel.â? he muttered, lips ghosting her left ear. His hands were situated around her abdomen, but they made no movements to violate her. Just an encouraging embrace that kept her mere inches from the pale soldier that was fingering his anusâ?¦ hopefully it wasnâ??t too much for her.

â??Heâ??s lovely, isnâ??t he?â? he continued, rubbing small circles with his fingers against her toned abdomen. â??Slave, why donâ??t you touch yourself on the frontâ?¦â? chocolate eyes were stapled to his loverâ??s form, glistening with effort in the fluorescent light. But his lips were still tickling Ashlynâ??s earsâ?¦who was he referring to?
 
Ashlyn knew it was a big step to take Cole's hand, even though her hand trembled slightly. As the door locked, she felt the weight of her decision, but it didn't suffocate her like she thought it would. It felt...okay. As the Major wrapped his arms about her, she couldn't help but lean back, even though the slight before them was hardly relaxing and soothing. It was...incredible. It was one of the few words that filled her mind to watch Brad pleasure himself thus. Cole had probably told him to do it, and she couldn't help but want to have some semblance of that power. Or to know what it was like to deal with that power. It was different than what she was used to and she wanted some of it, even though she was afraid of it.

She shivered at the Major's words before she felt her eyes close as a light gasp left her, feeling his lips upon her ear. She could feel every contact point he made on her body, his hands burning through her shirt to sear her skin, almost like a brand. No one's touch had ever gotten to her like this and it made her swallow at what kind of hold he was already starting to weave around her. And Brad...she couldn't help but stare once more. Even with Cole having her body hostage, Brad had most of her attention. It was certainly something she hadn't seen before, but she liked it even as her cheeks flushed red. She couldn't find her voice in order to answer his question. She certainly felt every bit as virginal as she was in this moment.

She bit her lip as he touched her stomach, soothing and arousing her at the same time with the small circles he traced. How long had it really been since someone had touched her? She couldn't help but let herself get swept away by the comfort and sensuality of his touch. When he spoke again, she felt a chill go down her spine as she wondered whom he was speaking to. The "slave" part didn't affect her so much as the rest of his suggestion. She almost moved, almost, but she kept herself from doing so as she felt Cole tease her ears with his lips some more. Her attention was equally split as she watched Brad, anticipating what happened next, and Cole's touch, also wondering what he might do next.​
 
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