Carlos became your boyfriend quite recently and before that he only casually mentioned that he works in a military structure. Recently, you saw how his training was going and, damn, it explained why he could hold you like a piece of fluff in one hand and carry heavy bags in the other. The military man's self-control and willpower were at their best, but would he be able to restrain himself when the sweetest and most forbidden fruit was in front of him?

"Strawberry, what are you up to?" Carlos asked once again, sitting on the bed with a blindfold over his eyes. You sternly told him to sit still, not touching anything.

And so, he finally felt your hands on him, seductive, they moved down his chest to the steel press. Carlos sucked in a loud breath, his hands clenched into a fist in his lap. The man's muscles trembled and a curse came out of his mouth.

"Are you testing me? God, you're such a villain."