Branded by the Badge

Chapter 6

He wipes his face and shoves past Marlena, moving out of the bathroom and back to his office, stripping off the tshirt carefully with his injured arm, revealing several bruises left behind from gunshots taken to his bulletproof vest. He hears Marlena's sharp intake of breath and closes his eyes, placing his hands on his desk, his back to her as he leans on it. "Marlena, please. Now isn't the time." He says, much softer than before. Because of him, because he couldn't keep her at arms length, she was in danger. His efforts to keep her out of danger had put her firmly in the sights of Valenciano and everyone working for him. He feels her soft hands on his bare back and her lips placing tender kisses over each and every little bruise on his skin. He closes his eyes, letting himself for once let go of his control and just feel, just enjoy the soft touches. Marlena gently places her hands on his hips and turns him to face her, his hips resting back against his desk. She runs her hands over his chest, her fingers tracing the bruises buried in the light smattering of dark hair there as she places soft kisses to his jawline. She didn't know what he'd gone through or why, but she wouldn't ask. She knew better. Questions weren't what he needed, right now. "Let me help you, Russ." She says softly, moving her hands down his chest, over his stomach, caressing his soft stomach and smiling as he lets out a little sigh, clearly enjoying her tender caresses. She slowly lowers herself to her knees, her hands moving to the zipper of his pants, his belt and gun belt already discarded. His large hands reach out, stopping her movement in his, his eyes locked on hers, warning her. Looking up at him, a soft pleading in her big dark eyes, she gives him that soft smile that he could resist, the sweet upturn of her lips. "Please....sir." She implores sweetly, keeping her hands still even after he removes his. Russell hisses through his teeth, his cock twitching in his pants at her plea, letting a low chuckle escape him. She knew exactly how to get to him. Placing his hands back on his desk he nods, giving her permission to continue, his hands gripping the edge of his desk as she opens his pants and pulls out his slowly hardening cock. Marlena leans in, placing a soft kiss to the head of his cock, licking the head of it before taking him into her mouth, moaning around him, her hand pushing his pants down so that she can run her hands over his thighs. She takes him all the way to the base then pulls back, swirling her tongue over that sensitive spot just under his head before doing it over and over again, her hands tracing tender circles over his stomach and thighs, anywhere she could touch, worshipping him. Russell almost didn't catch himself, almost let himself go then and there in her hot, tempting mouth, but he didn't want to spill himself there tonight. No, he needed to feel her wrapped around him. 

He reaches forward, cupping her cheek, gently hooking his thumb into the corner of her mouth and pulling her off of him, giving her a tender smile. "Enough, baby girl. Come up here." He says softly. Her persistence and the loving care she's shown him since he'd walked back in the office even in the face of his cold demeanor, his harsh words, it had touched something inside of him, stirred that part of him he'd tried to keep hidden from her. Without hesitance, Marlena obeyed. No matter how much she wanted to feel him come down her throat, Russell, her Russ, told her to get up, and she would always do what he told her to, not because she had to, not because he forced her to, but because she wanted to. She stands and wraps her arms around him, accepting his kiss as his lips come crashing down on hers in a deep, slow, wet kiss, the kind that lasts until both parties are gasping and breathless. His hands grip her ass, lifting her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he turns, sweeping everything off of his desk with his arm, ignoring the twinge of pain. The pain didn't compare to the pleasure of her in his arms, the taste of her on his lips. He sets her on the edge of his desk, devouring her lips again and again, holding her close to him, his arms tightly around her, her arms clutching him to her as he slides into her, both of them gasping at that first slow, deep slide. "Russ..." Her soft breath fans against his lips, the sound swallowed by his kiss. Hundreds. That's how many times they had fucked. Hundreds of times, but never had he let himself feel like this, let go like this. He was wide open to her right here, right now, raw, bare. There was no Sheriff, no secretary, just Russ and Marlena. "Lena, baby girl...that's my girl, my good girl." He whispers as he trails kisses from her lips over her jaw to her neck, sucking and nibbling just below her ear, his hand gripping her ass as he pulls her even closer, their bodies moving together, their sighs filling the room. Neither of them cared that the entire office staff outside could hear them. Russell didn't care anymore. It was too late. It was too late to hide anymore. Marlena could feel the difference in Russell, his entire body was different, his kisses were different. Tears filled her eyes as she pulled his head back up, capturing his lips as she whispered her love against his lips again and again. They were words she was never allowed to say, words that if ever said before, they were shut down and shoved away, cause for the cold shoulder for weeks if not months. She sighs in relief, in absolute bliss as instead, she feels his grip tighten on her and he returns her kiss, his cock buried even deeper inside of her as he speaks against her lips. "Come for me, baby girl. That's it..." Even now, at his most vulnerable, he still most vulnerable, that familiar glimmer of dominance shined through, giving her that comfort she needed, that permission not to think, not to make decisions, to simply feel. On his command, she does just as he asks, her body tightening around him, her head falling back as her nails dig into his back, his shoulders, anywhere she can reach as she comes around him, moaning his name almost like a prayer. Russell watches her, rocking into her, drinking in the look of absolute pleasure on her face, the way her body flushed, the way her lips parted and her eyes fell shut as her pussy squeezed him, pulling his own release from him with a deep growl of her name. He continues to slowly rock inside of her a few minutes, riding out their releases, peppering her collar bone with kisses, keeping her in his arms as he looks up, meeting her gaze. "Thank you, baby." He smiles and runs his thumb over her bottom lip as she returns his smile. "I need you to have a bag packed, Baby girl. Things are going south fast. You need to be ready to leave." He warns softly. Marlena didn't miss the fact that he said she needed to be ready, not them. Her heart sank at that thought, but she would take the small victory of the day and face tomorrow as it came.