cornerofmadness

Under Her Thumb
Author –

cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – no moo-moo’s here, all rights belong to Arakawa
Rating – R with sexual situations
Pairing – Roy/Riza (hints of Roy/Olivia)
Timeline – mangaverse, could be any time though, no spoilers
Summary – He loves it when she gives orders
Author’s Note – written for the

fma_fic_contest, prompt ‘giving orders.’ There was no dallying around with what to write. Roy perked up the moment the prompt went up. Granted he thought this was the 251-500 word limit prompt and sulked for hours when he learned it had to be cut. However, since it didn’t win, I decided to put in the extra words (the stuff up to the asterisks was what was submitted to the contest), especially since my first readers agreed it was better longer. Thanks to

evil_little_dog for the beta

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While he would never admit it, Roy loved listening to Riza giving his orders to his men in the anteroom beyond his office. She sounded so stern, it sent shivers up his spine. The way she nipped short their groans and protests added to the joy. Roy could imagine handing over his power to her, letting her rule him. If he let his mind wander, each order posed the distinct danger of sending him shuffling awkwardly to lock his door and pull the curtains until he either did something indecent in his office or got his body under control.

His and Riza’s walks in the park with Hayate were like eating illicit sweets after being forbidden to. There were times he envied the dog in all the ways Riza controlled him. Roy knew that probably said a lot about him as a man but he didn’t really care. There was something about a powerful woman that he ate up.

He was good at hiding his interest most of the time. Roy needed to be. His men would snicker behind his back or, more likely, to his face. Sometimes he failed, like that training mission in Briggs. Hell, Olivia Armstrong could have ruled him and to his heartache, he knew Riza had seen right through him. That she forgave him and his nature at all shocked him.

Of course, Riza knew any order from her would be happily obeyed by him. A strange arrangement, perhaps, but Roy loved it.

* * *

A knock at the door dragged him from his bittersweet, salacious meanderings. To his surprise, two women stood on the porch of his little military-issued cottage. Poker-straight, raven hair spilled over their shoulders. Their provocative dresses caught his eye. “Anna,” he said, recognizing one of his ‘sisters.’ “Come in.”

In the better light of his home, Roy realized the other woman was Riza in a wig. He watched as she silently shuttered all the curtains while Anna updated him. His sister nudged him. “Roy boy, you listening?”

“General Winterbottom is intercepting a shipment of supplies to resale to line his own pockets, got it,” he assured her.

“I think I’d better go before I get drool on me.” Anna laughed, slapping his arm.

Roy let her go unheralded. It would be better if any nosy neighbors thought both women stayed for hours. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight.”

“Thought I’d surprise you.” Smiling, Riza took off the wig. “Head upstairs, Roy, and get out the chest.”

The order woke up parts of him. Grinning, he bounded up to the tiny second-story bedroom. Yanking the curtains shut, Roy snagged the lock box out of the closet. He glanced back at Riza, expectantly.

“Take off your clothes and lie down.”

Ripping off his clothing, Roy tossed himself into his unmade bed. Shivering with anticipation, he watched Riza pick a feather out of the box as she kicked off her heels. Disrobing with deliberate slowness, Riza then swung over him.

“You know what I want,” she said simply. “Make me happy.”

Pulling her hips down to his mouth, Roy was happy to obey that order