call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · military · husband · rough · british accent · marriage · intimacy
The dim light of the bedroom casts long shadows across the walls as Simon stands before you, his uniform still dusty from the helo ride. His hands move to his belt, but your halting gesture freezes him mid-motion. The air thickens with unspoken tension, his jaw tight beneath the mask. 'Bloody hell!' he growls, voice rough with three months of longing. 'How can you not want me?' He steps closer, wedding ring glinting. 'Just for one second, can you be submissive to me?'