She was ready to go when someone picked her up from behind and placed a palm over her lips.
She screamed and kicked, but her efforts were thwarted by the tight bands that bound her stomach and mouth.
Trapped in the dark mansion, she was dragged backwards by the one who had her. After a long struggle, the assailant finally let her go. When her abductor grabbed her and spun her around, she gasped and was going to run away.
Brandon was standing right in front of her. He tried to hush her by putting his finger to his lips, and she closed her mouth as soon as he did. A set of stairs went to the kitchen, and she was guided back there by his hand. They exited via the back entrance and made their way around the house to the valet stand to leave their car.
Brandon helped Sienna into Brandon's Jeep by opening the door for her. She paused for a while since he hadn't spoken to her. Though he didn't have to say anything, the reality is he didn't. It doesn't matter
She got on top of him and started kissing his chest. She sucked a nipple into her mouth and lightly bit. She heard him moan something. His hands were warm and hard and roaming up and down her body as she continued to kiss down his toned stomach. She finally reached his lower region and pulled his pants off in a few quick jerks. She leaned back over him and placed his cock in her mouth. She sucked him up and down for three strokes before she removed her mouth and straddled his dick. Sienna started to lower herself down on his cock. She closed her eyes, and with each inch she took of him she winced a bit with pleasure and pain. He felt so good entering her body. When she finally lowered herself all the way down, she took a minute to let her body adjust. Once it had, she was ready to go. She started to roll her hips back and forth. It was driving Brandon crazy. He stared up at her. She leaned her head back and continued to ride him. Her beautiful heaving
He hadn't meant to lose his temper that badly a week ago. He had said some things he shouldn't have, but he felt so lost without Sienna. And he felt hurt and betrayed by the Commander. To kick him out and take his heart away from him. Brandon felt that he had hit rock bottom. But he needed to quit thinking about it. She was here with him now, in his bed, in his life...and that was all that mattered. He pulled Sienna closer to him and wrapped his arm around her, and drifted back to sleep. After finally waking up and making love one more time, they decided to leave the bedroom and sit on the couch so their bodies could rest. Sienna was wearing an old New England Patriots shirt of his while lying on one end of Brandon's couch and he was on the other, shirtless. His eyes were glued on ESPN2 watching an old re-run of a pro basketball championship. Sienna smiled. He was so into the game. She started wiggling her foot near his crotch, brushing lightl
When Brandon grabbed her arm and pulled her back to his chest, Sienna stuck her ass in his groin and bent over with all her might pulling his arms over her shoulder just like he had said. Sienna paused for a moment wondering how the hell this was supposed to stop someone from attacking her. "Hey, this doesn't look like any defensive position that I'm aware of," Sienna said noticing her compromising situation. "No, but I got you right where I want you," Brandon laughed. She had been duped. "Asshole!" she screamed at him again trying to struggle out of his vice grip. The more she struggled the tighter he held her and laughed. Finally, she had to give in. "Sienna," he whispered into her ear no longer laughing. She turned her head to the side, "What?" "I love you." Sienna froze. She was not expecting that. She was not expecting to hear those words leave his beautiful lips. Damn, she was floored. "I just wanted you t
Brandon knew what he had to do to win this. He closed his eyes and reached all the way back to his childhood and teenage years. He was pulling from the BT that lived in South Boston and could make you sorry as hell if you crossed him. When Brandon opened his eyes he saw the younger officer pull out some handcuffs. Brandon cracked his neck. First the right side then the left. He walked down the steps, turned around so they could cuff him and said, "Let's fucking go." The car ride on the way home from the Veterans Ball was a quiet one for Jackson and Chris. Neither one knew what to say to the other. Chris stared out the window and Jackson kept his eyes on the road. Jackson remembered the first day he had seen Brandon. Tall, lanky kid who literally got off the bus with a scruffy bag on one shoulder and a huge chip on the other. Jackson couldn't figure him out. He had volunteered, yet he acted like being there was something he didn't want to do. Jackson b
Terry knew it was probably jealousy that coursed through his veins, but he didn't care. And for some reason, girls seemed to love BT. They would flock to him in any bar, in any country they traveled to. He'd act so uninterested in them, but their panties seemed to drop. Clever, how that worked. But most of all, Terry hated the way the Commander seemed to love everything about Brandon. He'd seen BT fly off the handle more times than he could count due to his temper, but Commander Branson was always there to back him up. Once they were on a mission, and they had been given direct orders not to get involved in any civilian warfare. They were there for a specific reason, and they had to get out once their mission was complete. They had come across two men who were beating this young female and ripping her clothes off. Terry wasn't going to lie, it was hard to watch, but that wasn't a part of their mission. Commander Branson told them not to engage.
This was crazy he thought. He wasn't sure if he could go through with it. But then he thought of that prick getting everything he wanted, AND getting Sienna on top of that. Fuck that. Yes, he could do this. "Sir, this might come as a shock to you, but I have some pretty damaging information," Terry said. This piqued Silas's curiosity. Most of his work consisted of drunk naval officers, never anything worth getting out of bed over. "Shoot," Silas said as he took a sip of his drink. "Well sir, do you know of Brandon Temple?" Silas rolled his eyes. Prick. He didn't dislike the kid, but that scene he had pulled in the Commanders yard was unacceptable. And his fucking car window! "Yeah, I know about him. What's he done this time?" Terry cleared his throat. "This is hard to say since he's a friend of mine, but I can't hold this in any longer. He has been having a sexual relationship with Commander Branson's daughter,
"No sir, but I'm having my men pick him up as we speak. I'll try to keep it with our department as long as possible until I can figure out what the hell is going on, but I may not have long. See you when you get here." With that, Jackson hung up the phone, grabbed his jacket and walked out. Chris hadn't been able to sleep either, and when he heard the Commander downstairs, he was about to join him until the phone rang. He wasn't sure what was said, but whatever it was, he didn't think it was good. Chris ran downstairs and grabbed his keys. He knew the Commander didn't want him to, but he was going to drag Sienna back here, Brandon be damned! Brandon was sitting in the small cell area. He was brought in without a shirt, but they supplied him with some ugly brown shirt with numbers on it, but at this point, he really didn't care. He was thinking about the fact that he had actually planned on apologizing to the Commander for his behavior earlier that wee
She changed quickly out of her gown and threw on the first thing she could find, which was a teal, thin summer dress. When she came wobbling down the stairs with two heavy suitcases, she saw Chris's face drop. "Sienna, this isn't right," he quietly said. Sienna walked right past him and threw her bags in the trunk. They passed Brandon's on their way to the Shore Patrol Offices, so she dropped her bags in his room, to complete her mini independence. ********************* "Well Brandon, since you said that was a question for the Commander to answer, maybe we should let him. He's here and wants to speak with you. Of course, strictly off the record," Silas told Brandon as he stood up and opened the door. Brandon smirked, "Well, well." Commander Branson entered the room, staring down the young man, clearly not amused. He was running off of less than 8 hours of sleep in the past 3 days and even less patience. As soon as he sat down a