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They celebrate payday by going to Mario’s, the only place on Ceres that serves pizza with real cheese. Mario must have connections down the well. As fine, upstanding Star Helix officers, they should probably investigate those connections but the pizza is just too damn good. Expensive as hell but worth it.
Sitting at a corner table in the tiny, dark joint, they eat the hot, gooey slices so fast they’re hardly able to talk. Octavia’s tongue dances with tomato, creamy dairy and oregano. When they’re down to the last piece, without thinking she reaches out and grabs it.
Miller shakes his head. “You did not just do that.”
She waves the slice in front of his face, grinning. “Oh, but I did.”
“Hand it over,” he growls.
“Nope,” she says and shoves half of it in her mouth. It’s worth not savoring the last slice just to see him pout.
His long fingers wrap around her wrist and squeeze. Miller leans closer and whispers in her ear, “You’re gonna pay for that when we get home.” His entire face seems to harden.
She feels her heart rate pick up speed and goosebumps rise on her arms, despite the warmth from the pizza oven. “Oh yeah?”
The grip on her wrist tightens. “Yeah. You’re due for a punishment.” His upper lip curls into a sneer but there’s a roguish twinkle in his eyes.
God, she’s getting wet already. How does he do this to her? And why does she love it so much?
Octavia throws some scrip on the table and stands up. “Let’s go,” she says.
*
As soon as they walk in her apartment, Miller seems to stand straighter, taller. He takes off his coat and hat and lays them on the chair. He walks over to the cabinet and pulls out a bottle and a glass. He pours himself a couple of fingers of her good whiskey and sits on the couch. “I’m going to sit here and enjoy this drink while you take a shower,” he says, voice low and even. “In ten minutes I’m going to walk into the bedroom and you’re going to be waiting for me there, kneeling on the floor.”
A shiver runs up Octavia’s spine.
*
Facing the closed door, she kneels, her bottom resting on her heels. She’s wearing only her black lace underwear. A shiver runs through her but she doesn’t know if it’s from anticipation or the chilly air on her damp skin. Miller must have turned the climate control down, the sneaky bastard.
It’s been a lot longer than ten minutes, she figures. Octavia folds and unfolds her hands, tries not to think about the warm bathrobe hanging on a hook on the door. Maybe she should call this off. It was a long week. A sweet, cozy fuck and a good night’s sleep sound pretty nice right now.
But no, something inside her knows that this is exactly what she wants, what she needs. She remembers the night a few months ago when she told him.
*
They were lying together in bed, just a little drunk on sake, idly kissing and touching each other.
Miller asked her what she’d always wanted to do in bed but never had. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it,” he said.
After a minute, she found the courage to tell him the truth. “I…well, I think I’d like you to tie me up and…um…do things to me,” she whispered, her eyes closed. She didn’t want to see his face.
“Mmm…what kind of things?”
It was hard to find the words for what she’d never dared speak aloud. For things she’d fantasized about since she was quite young, things she’d been sure were too awful to share with another person. “I don’t know,” she said. “Like dominating me. Telling me what to do. Maybe…uh…spanking me.”
He chuckled and for a second she was sure he found her most secret desires funny. She felt her cheeks burning. Miller kissed her temple. “Is that all?” he said. “I thought you were going to tell me some scenario involving six greased-up twentysomething boys and a marching band.”
Octavia swatted at him. “Stop joking. I’m being serious.”
“I know,” he said. “I’m taking you seriously. There’s nothing wrong with what you want.”
She opened her eyes and found he was looking directly at her, no judgment on his face, just keen interest. “I’ve always felt like it’s just weird and wrong. And degrading to want a man to treat me like that.”
“Come on,” he said, scoffing. “You know that if I bossed you around in real life you’d lay my ass flat. And rightly so. But when we’re in bed, anything goes if we both want it.”
Octavia smiled. “But is this something you’d want to do, too?”
He nodded. “Sure. I mean, I’ve never done it before, not seriously, but I can see being the boss. Kinda hot, really.”
Later, they made love. Outwardly, it might have looked like the dozens of other times they’d had sex, with Miller on top, thrusting deeply into her, while she moaned with pleasure. But this time he pinned her wrists over her head with this strong hands and wouldn’t let her go. “I’m not gonna let you go until you’ve come good and hard for me, you little slut,” he whispered in her ear.
She fought back a little, testing his strength. “Nope,” he said, stilling inside her. “Don’t even try that with me or this ends right here.” He withdrew all but the head of his cock as if making his point.
All she wanted was him inside her, filling her. “I’ll be good,” she said.
“Beg for it then.”
“Please, Miller, please fuck me. Fuck me hard. I’ll be a good girl. I promise.”
“That’s better,” he grunted and drove himself so deeply in her it almost hurt.
She had no control, she thought, and it was somehow freeing. He was in command and she was just along for the ride. Her brain, which was always too busy with thoughts, memories, and plans, quieted and all she could feel was his skin against hers, the pressure of his fingers around her wrists, and the maddening sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her.
“You like this, don’t you?” he whispered. “Dirty whore like you, you love to be fucked.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Tell me how much you love it.”
“It feels so good, Miller. I love how you feel inside me. But I want…I want more.”
“You want to come?” he said.
Octavia couldn’t even speak now as he slammed into her. She nodded.
“I don’t know,” Miller panted. “Have you been a good girl?”
“Yeah,” she gasped, moving her legs higher up his back so he could go deeper in her.
“I don’t know…I don’t know if you deserve to come.”
“Please, please,” she heard herself beg. “Let me come.”
Miller’s right hand let go of her wrist and snaked between their bodies, where it found her clit. He lightly brushed it with his finger and she jerked as if mildly electrocuted. “Oh yes,” she hissed.
“Because you’ve been such a good girl you’re gonna come for me now,” he said in a firm voice. His fingertips stroked her clitoris in time with his cock. “Are you ready?”
Octavia had never been so ready for anything in her life. She could feel her orgasm far off in the distance but steadily moving closer. Sweat trickled down the sides of her face.
“Come,” he whispered in her ear and at just that moment she felt the waves take her over, stronger and harder until she felt she might break in two. She heard herself crying out sharply and Miller’s moans joined hers, lower and deeper.
Miller let her other wrist free and she grabbed his ass with her hands to bring him in still deeper. She watched his face, looming above hers, as it contorted as he came—his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth grimacing. “Oh fuck, oh Tavi,” he groaned as he pushed into her one last time.
And then they were motionless for what felt like a long time, still joined.
“Oh my god,” she said when she finally got her breath and a few brain cells back. “You’re a natural at this.”
He wrapped her arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “You too.”
For the first time in her life, Octavia felt free. Free of the burden of the fantasies that she’d kept to herself for most of her life. With Miller, anything seemed possible.
*
She comes back to the present day, to the reality that she’s kneeling on her floor and her legs are starting to ache and she’s still covered in goosebumps and where the hell is Miller?
Just when she’s about to disobediently rise and grab her robe, the door opens and he walks in. He seems impossibly tall from her perspective on the floor.
“Good girl,” he says. “You know I like it when you do as you’re told.”
She watches as he removes his belt from the loops on his pants and lays it carefully on the bedside table. Miller unzips his pants and takes his cock out, already hard. He steps in front of her and she instinctively rises on her knees.
His hand goes to her throat, gripping her hard and forcing her head back. His thumb traces the outline of her lips. “You know what to do, Octavia,” he says in a low voice.
He guides his cock between her lips and into her mouth and yes, yes, she does know just what to do.