<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#408080"><div style="text-align: center">The Colonel felt a blush of embarrassment suffuse her skin at Cole's inquiry, like he was mocking her. The flick of his tongue against her sensitive neck sent a shiver down her spine and over her skin, making her legs tremble in the slightest. The release of her wrist made her sigh inwardly at the alleviation of pressure but soon she was practically shoved up against Brad and the washing machine. Putting a hand against the machine to steady herself, she felt a flare of heat as she watched the Major's hand grasp Brad's straining erection. As she watched with rapt attention, she noticed that he was moving his palm in time with his questing fingers. She swallowed before she heard Cole speak again in that teasing tone that set her teeth on edge. It caused the darker part of her to want to put him in his place and <i>submit</i> to her.<br/>
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She didn't bother with an answer, not that she could have anyways for she felt pressure against her clit and it made her groan softly and shut her eyes. She felt so swollen and achy that her legs trembled anew, but she kept her hips from lifting and pressing into him. He wouldn't like it and she didn't want to seem like she was begging him for more. Taking a shallow breath, she dug her nails into the metal of the washing machine as if it could absorb her feelings.​</div></span>