Fuck. Me.
Chapter Seven
Charlie
Oh, if I could only have taken a picture of her face when she turned to see me standing in the corner of the office. It was exactly the face I had hoped for: shocked, frightened, and on the verge of screaming “Oh Fuck”.
Her hair was tied back in a bun, and she was wearing considerably less makeup and more clothes than the night before, and yet, either way, she was stunning, breathtaking… and all mine for the next two weeks.
My pants tightened at the thought. She was all mine. I could do whatever the hell I wanted with her. I could shove her into a broom closet, push her to her knees, bend her over a mop bucket, and pound her from behind. I could unbutton her pants and slip my fingers into her while she’s in the middle of tactical training. I could press my hard dick up against her hip while she was putting in her first IV.
The possibilities were endless.
My focus returned to find her gaze was searing into me. I wondered if she was fantasizing the same things.
My superior spoke to the both of us, though our eyes stayed locked on each other. “Charlie, why don’t you take Ms. Birk on a tour of the grounds. We’ll meet in the green room at oh eight hundred hours for an orientation into the program.”
“Yes sir.” We both said at the same time, nodding our heads to Command Sergeant Major Reynolds.
We left the room together in silence, and started to walk down the hall.
She cleared her throat before speaking, and I could easily sense that she was wildly uncomfortable. Perfect. “I don’t need a tour. I’ve been here many times with my father.”
My cheeks lifted into a conniving smile. “I figured as much. I wasn’t planning on taking you on a tour.”
“Good.” She concluded. “Then shall I just meet you in the green room for orientation?”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“What?” She stopped walking.
But instead of clarifying, I took two more steps and opened the door on my right, motioning for her to enter. She tilted her head in unrest, but succumbed to my order nonetheless. I followed her inside, flipping the dim light on just as I closed the door and twisted the lock.
I could tell she was about to ask me why we were in a closet, but I didn’t give her the opportunity. I scooped up her small frame into my arms, and within half a second, we were both on the ground, me straddling her hips.
“No. No. No.” She flailed, attempting to scoot out from under me. “You have got to be kidding me. I don’t give a damn what plan you had in your mind for these next two weeks, but I’m not about to be your little play thing.”
Even through her swings, I held her down; she was no match for my strength. “Calm the fuck down, woman.” I pinned her arms over her head.
Her panicked breathing subsided before she slowly spoke. “Of all the low down, dirty, slimy…”
I cut her off, not wanting her to regret anything she was about to say to the man who would be deciding her fate. “Careful, Hannah. You don’t want to upset me. I’m the one who gives you the pass/fail, remember?”
“So if I don’t fuck you…” her lips pursed. “Then you’ll fail me from the program?”
“Well, my dear…” I was enjoying myself a little too much as I lowered my chest over hers. “You already fucked me, remember?” My craving lips grazed hers as I sustained a whisper. “But if you continue fucking me, we’ll both have a little more fun along the way.”
Her body was still, calm, open. I left my weight on her chest and lightly pushed my growing girth against her pelvis. Her eyes were transfixed on me. She wanted more, and knew that I could give her more. Just as I hadn’t been able to shake the memory of the magic the night before, neither could she. There was something between us physically that just made sense. And all that magic had happened in a dirty, cramped bathroom. She was no doubt wondering of all the wonderful things I could do to her given the right circumstances. I know I had spent the night dreaming of them.
But I didn’t ask her. I didn’t tease her. I just looked at her, and I knew from her silent stare that in that moment, I could have done whatever I wanted to her. I could have stuck my tongue in her mouth and tasted her sweet breath. I could have slipped my hand up her shirt and playfully pulled at her erect nipples. And I very well could have shoved my dick into her wet, wanting pussy over and over and over again.
I’m fairly certain she would have gladly accepted any of those options. I had her exactly where I wanted her. She was mine.
But instead of having my way with her, as I so wanted to do, I jumped to my feet, and offered my hand out to help her up. She took it with a bit of confusion, but climbed to her stance directly in front of me. I looked down into those big brown eyes, almost getting lost myself. “Think about it.” Then, with a cheery, toothy smile, I completely changed my sultry demeanor to a friendly, welcoming one. “I’ll meet you in the green room at oh eight hundred hours.”
With nothing more than a wink, I left her there, in the dark, dank broom closet, stunned, shocked, and wanting me.
And that’s why women shouldn’t be allowed in the Special Forces.
Chapter Eight
Hannah
What just happened?
I was strong. I was in control. I was standing up for myself. But now, I was wet… and I was alone.
I kicked a bucket into the corner, causing a broom to topple down, along with an ungodly amount of cleaning supplies.
“Why does this army base need so many different types of disinfectants?” I whisper yelled out of both anger and desperation into the darkness, trying frantically to clean things up before anyone realized from where the sound of falling bottles had come.
After the closet was as tidy as I assumed it had been before my frustration came out, I slowly opened the door and peeked my head around, hoping no one was within earshot.
I wasn’t that lucky. A horde of bearded boys had gathered in the open hallway.
“Are you lost, girly?”
“Were you looking for the kitchen?”
“I think you’re mistaken. It’ll be us men that will have to clean up after your mess.”
I lifted my hand up, accepting defeat. “Cute. You’re all so funny. Screw the Army. You should be stand-up comedians.”
There were high fives and grunts, and other stupid things men do when they think they’ve won. But I wasn’t giving up yet. Sure, that jerk Charlie had managed to get me into an extremely uncomfortable position on day one, but day two would be different.
At least I hoped it would be.
I walked into the green room with my head held high and a faint smile spread across my face. I wanted him to see that I was okay; that his simple act hadn’t gotten to me. My eyes quickly searched the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of him and to then look right back away before he caught me staring, but it was no use. I knew exactly where he was the second I took two steps into the room, because I felt his eyes sear into me. When I turned toward the fire, our stares locked, and I was trapped.
He had his unnecessarily large arms crossed over his beast of a chest. In reality, his size was just plain uncalled for. No one needed to be that muscular… that ripped… that god-awfully encompassing. With a blink of an eye, I was drawn back to the night before when those same unnecessary arms were wrapped around me. It felt so good… so safe.
Safe is not something you often think of when you’re in the heat of passion, but I couldn’t pull away from the feeling. Sure, the instant shock of being dragged into a public bathroom and commanded to strip down naked would make anyone pause, but after I cursorily got over my initial reservations, I felt right, just wrapped in his arms. I felt like no one could hurt me… ever again.
And now I hated those arms because they looked ridiculous sitting across his behemoth-sized chest. They were gross, superfluous, and they should have been wrapped around me.
Barf. What the fuck was wrong with me? When did I turn into a girl? Why now? Hell, I�
�m from Georgia where girls get pregnant in high school just so that they can lock down the quarterback into a perfect happily every after. But that wasn’t me. It was never me. I chose a different route; the road less travelled, if you will. I chose a career.
But now, as I was fighting for that exact career, in a world where the odds were lined up a mile high against me, I was daydreaming about backyards and swing sets, and family dinners, and his god-forsaken arms wrapped around my fragile body forever and always.
“Hannah, I saved you a seat!” He called out over the hum of voices in an overly happy (but secretly hiding something) kind of way.
And, oh good. I hated him again. This roller coaster was a blast!
I returned his superficial smile and made my way through the small crowd, straight toward the man I had decided would now be my nemesis for as long as I could keep it up… no matter how beautiful he was.
Without showing even a hint of hatred, I flipped around to calmly sit in the seat he had saved for me. But then I got a whiff of the scent that I had surrendered to the night before. It made me melt, it made me weak, and it made me want to curl into his arms and get lost in dreams.
I shook at the thought. No Hannah. You’re better than this.
I turned to say something completely demeaning, but his green speckled eyes had me tongue-tied before I could even utter a single word. They were practically glowing with excitement. I was miserable, and he was having fun. Isn’t that always the way?
“Are you proud of yourself?” I almost whispered.
“Very.” I’m almost positive his cheeks blushed at my question.
“I don’t regret last night. Not one bit.” I stood up for my imprudent actions.
He wrapped his pinky around mine. It could have been really cute, really sweet, but I knew his intentions caused it to be anything but that. “I don’t regret last night either.”
“Oh course you don’t!” I exasperated. “You planned this whole thing from the start.”
Charlie’s shoulders lifted in laughter, and he ran his fingers through his almost blonde, curly hair. “You give me slightly more credit than I deserve.” He didn’t let go of my pinky. “I found out about this union not two minutes before you did.”
“But—” I started, not sure how to finish.
“Sure, I knew it was a possibility, but I really could have been paired with any one of you.”
“And yet…” I fought. I never accepted anything claimed to be coincidental. “The odds just seem too highly unlikely. And you’re a bit of a pig, so… so I’m going to choose not to believe you!” I was acting like a child; I’ll admit that outright.
As he had conveniently chosen a pair of chairs in the back corner, no one was paying attention to us, and therefore no one noticed his hand curl around my thigh and slide in between my legs, grazing my nether regions. “Watch yourself, Hannah.”
“No.” I could have yelled, had I not been so afraid of drawing attention.
“Don’t say ‘no’ to me. I’m the one with the power here.” His growling voice deepened.
“You mean the power to blackmail me into being your sex slave?” I teemed with distain, but ugh, why did I get hot at the thought?
His hand, still on my thigh, began to squeeze. “Keep it together, Ms. Birk. We wouldn’t want you getting too worked up and having to leave the program because you can’t handle the stress.”
It was at that point that I finally realized this whole charade had been about one thing, and one thing only, and it wasn’t about me being my father’s daughter. It was about making it look like no woman was strong enough to handle the pressure of the Special Forces. The boys had probably all made a pact to break us down until we crumbled. They were all jealous and misogynistic and downright creeps.
Well, maybe I was young and vulnerable and still trying to figure out what I wanted out of this big, bad world, but what I wasn’t, was a quitter. There was no way he could force me out of the program. Nothing he could do to me or command me to do would be reason enough to make me stop trying my best.
That part about me must had been left out of my file. Well, sorry Charlie, you’re in for a rude awakening.
“It’s like that?” I cooed, finding my ground.
“It’s exactly like that.” He hummed, under his breath.
The games had been established. One of us would have to come out the victor, and I knew it would be me.
Chapter Nine
Charlie
The orientation was boring, as I expected it would be. The only thing I could really focus on was how much fun it would be making Hannah do pushups with my cock rammed up inside of her. Maybe it would be a game we would play; one that would essentially help her pass her physical tests, so she’d have no real reason to fight me.
Plus, I didn’t care if she argued. She and I both knew how much fun we had the night before. There was no way we wouldn’t be doing that again. Although I hated disobeying a direct order from my superior, what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
And dammit, I had needs.
“During training, you will refer to me as ‘sir’. It is not until we’re equals that you’ll be permitted to refer to me by my name.”
“Yes, sir.” She nodded in understanding; though I was saddened she didn’t make a smart comment of sorts. I enjoyed when she talked back to me. I wasn’t used to it from the flocks of flaky women I often bedded; they were just too excited to say they had been fucked by a Sergeant in the Special Forces. But hell, it was my turn to have some excitement, and Hannah provided just that.
“Today we’ll be doing physical training to make sure you’re in the proper shape for the demands of the program.” I stepped up close to her. “Though, I am already very aware of your shape.”
I could see the fire in her eyes. It was taking every bit of effort she had not to fight back. I wanted to grab her mouth with mine and make her pay for the desire she had to talk back to me, even if she had yet to do it.
“Yes, sir.” She finally muttered with complete control. Boring.
“When you’re out on the field, in the middle of a raid, you’re going to need to talk louder than that so your brothers and sisters can hear you, sweet cakes.”
I commanded, and she responded accordingly with a resounding, “Yes, sir!”
“Better.” I couldn’t help but smile as I teased her. “Good to know you can be taught.”
Her stare remained ahead, unflustered by my torments.
“We’ll be working on training exercises today, and then tomorrow afternoon you’ll be tested on your pull ups, sit ups, and a two mile run.” I circled around her, remembering what her naked body looked like under her clothes.
“Sir, I already passed that test.” She said, very matter of fact.
“You did.” I looked down at her file although I didn’t need to. I had memorized every one of her stats. “But the men I train—and yes, I said men—have all scored at least a two-fifty on their Army Physical Fitness Test, and you, my dear, have a two-thirty five. That might be good enough for the Army, but it is unacceptable in my book.”
She quickly turned to me, her cheeks flaming. “Is it unacceptable because--?”
But I cut her off yet again… because I could.
“It is unacceptable because I need to be sure when you’re the one in charge of saving my life that you have the ability to do so. Does that make sense, Private?”
She took a deep breath as she uncurled her lips, but finally nodded to my question.
“Good. Now drop and give me fifty.”
She fell to the ground, getting into a perfect plank position, and I stood directly behind, watching her ass go up and down and up and down. And as she continued on, I imagined myself riding inside of her as she did so. Yes, we would definitely have to try that later.
“Hold half way down.” I stopped her mid-push up. “Give me the Army Core Values.”
“Loyalty… Duty… Respect.” She caught her breath.
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“I can’t hear you.” I got down on the ground beside her, watching as her tits skimmed the grass.
“Self service… Honor…” She bellowed a little louder. “Integrity… and Personal service.” She pushed up to her high plank after her seventh value.
“Again. Louder!” I got right in her face.
We played this game until she hit fifty-one push-ups. I didn’t make her do the fifty-first. That was all her, trying to subtly prove to me that she was not a quitter.
And it was so fucking hot.
I had her do a hundred and fifty sit-ups before we both took a six-mile run. Sure, I ran slower than I could have, but she did a fairly impressive job keeping up with me. At times, I ran backwards in front of her so I could yell out explicates in order to fire her up, but mostly I just liked watching her perky chest bounce right and then left, and then right and then left. It also wasn’t too upsetting that the beads of sweat coming off her brow reminded me of the way she looked the night before when she rode my dick like a cowgirl until I came all over her.
Needless to say, those six miles went by very quickly.
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