The Smut Collective

•A Lesson Well Learned•

***Summary: Tired of your antics regarding how cavalier you take your sexual relationship, your lieutenant cuts you off and that has you immediately plotting. You know you can get him to break and all it'll take is one purchase. How can he keep his resolve when he sees what you've bought? And how will he act when he catches you?***

The office is silent now except for the distant sounds of movement filtering in from outside the door of people coming and going through the building. Your shirt clings in a rumpled mess to your body, sweat speckling across your limbs from that specific heat that gets shared between two bodies, euphoria still running through your veins when the man sitting beneath you speaks. "We're not doin' this again, so get that straight. Understand?"

You tilt your head to the side and raise a curious eyebrow, staring back into the face of your lieutenant as he gets you to your feet and grabs his shirt to throw it back over his head, covering his sweat-glistening torso. "Care to explain what you're talking about or am I meant to just guess?" you ask with snark in your tone as you pick up the rest of your clothing off the floor.

Buttoning his pants and re-buckling his belt, he takes his time before answering as you finish and stand there impatient and agitated. "What the fuck did I say about startin' stuff with me when I'm busy?" Lt. Riley questions back, his voice harsh. "Did ya think I was jokin' or are ya just hell bent on gettin' caught? Cause that's what's gonna fuckin' happen if ya keep temptin' me in the middle of the day."

"You could turn me away," you say with a roll of your eyes, "ever heard of self-control?"

Stepping up close to your body, the lieutenant grabs you by the chin and looks down his nose at you. "You're too much of a distraction. And ya need to be taught a lesson, sweetheart; when I say somethin' I fuckin' mean it. Consider this my self-control."

"Oh, gonna punish me now?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest as you pull your face out of his grasp with a flick of your head. "Okay, go ahead. Let's see what you got."

"Ya ain't gettin' nothin' from me til I can be sure you're gonna listen. You're cut off, sweetheart, and until ya can learn, we're done with this."

You hold his gaze steadfast, not intimidated in the least. If he wants to play this game, then you'll play it, but if he thinks this is going to end the way he wants, he is going to be sorely mistaken. "Fine." You don't argue, there is no sense to. "Have it your way, sir. Is that all?"

You'll have it your way soon enough. All it'll take is patience.

He doesn't say anything, opting to sit back in the chair behind his desk without uttering another word. It is a gross miscalculation on Lt. Riley's part not to immediately take your acceptance if his reprimand as a giant red flag, but if he isn't willing to put his knowledge of your competitive temperament to use then that is fully on him; he is a big boy and since he wants to talk about consequences, then he should be ready to receive his own.

You double check yourself in silence before you leave his office with a smug sense of satisfaction, though a plan isn't in mind just yet. It doesn't matter really, the bigger they are the harder they fall and you are confident that you can make him fold with very little effort because despite being a man of mostly mystery, you know the intimate details of what makes that 6'4" military officer weak.

The day isn't even over before you already have a plan in mind and it all involves one very specific item. It's a shame you have to order it, but the time it'll take to come in the post will work in your favor. Lt. Riley needs time to cool off, to miss his pretty thing, to let his appetite for you get ravenous again.

Patience was never your virtue unless it came to getting something you wanted, so you bore your restlessness in silence as you waited for your order to come in. You give the lieutenant his space without a fuss, letting him believe his little delusion that at any moment you'll come crawling back ready to obey him just as he wants.