Hero to Obey: Twenty-two Naughty Military Romance Stories

by Selena Kitt

  "Did you come in me?" she asked.

  "No." One word, stated so simply, yet leaving her so baffled.

  She looked over her shoulder to find Decker walking over to a dresser. He pulled out one of his shirts and tossed it to her. "Put this on."

  Confused, she rose up from the bed and looked at the shirt and then back at him. Why had he stopped?

  "I said put it on. Then get into bed."

  Jessa followed his command, unsure of what was to come. The change in his persona was completely different than the monster who fucked her only seconds before. A whiplash of emotions surged through her.

  When she pulled the shirt over her head, concealing her body for the first time since the kidnap, she asked, "What are you doing? I don't understand." Why was he not finishing what he started? Why was he covering her up? Had she disgusted him somehow? And why was she feeling a sense of disappointment?

  Decker walked over to the bed and pulled down the blankets. "Get into bed." He looked at her for a minute and studied her. "I'm not going to chain you up unless you even give me a hint you will try to escape."

  Jessa nodded and did as he asked, still confused as to why he wouldn't finish fucking her, but happy to have it all come to an end. The silence in the room was by far the greatest reward. She crawled into a ball on the far edge of the bed and closed her eyes. Exhausted, scared, and uncertain of what was to come, she knew that right now she just needed sleep. Sleep would be her only escape from this awful nightmare.

  Decker crawled into the bed beside her but kept his hands to himself. "Goodnight," his husky voice said in not much more than a whisper. "By the way, what's your name?"

  "Jessa. My name is Jessa."

  "Goodnight, Jessa. Sleep tight." Simple words of humanity spoken by a monster.

  Chapter Four

  She woke up in the middle of the night, with the sharp chill in the air and vengeance pumping through her veins. She didn't want to feel his breath or feel his heart beat through the thin cotton of his t-shirt she was wearing. She wanted to kill him. Torture him. And God help her… she wanted to fuck him. Fuck him hard over and over again.

  A moment of peace as he slept. A moment of safety as his arm lay draped over her naked body. A moment of feeling like a loved woman after a night of passion and lust-filled lovemaking. An illusion. The full moon cast a strong beam of light into the room, only illuminating her harsh reality. She was a captive in bed with her captor. She had only herself to hold on to, even though her strength was fading. A strength turning into a pool of thick dark weakness, threatening to suffocate her in despair.

  Fuck Decker. Fuck him straight to hell. And yet, as he slept, she remembered small glimpses of his humanity. There were many. He gave her small peeks into his soul that showed he wasn't all black inside.

  She ran her fingertips along the outline of a tattoo of a black crow on his chest. Its wings were spread wide, its sharp beak pointing toward the sky. Did it represent death? Did it represent death he brought on to others? Death he had brought on to him? The dark crow. The blackness. Why? Why would he want the memory of death forever branded into his flesh?

  "Decker?" Jessa whispered, breaking the silence of the room. She looked up at his face as he slept. He looked so peaceful, gentle, and even kind. This was not the rough man who had punished her in front of a roomful of men and then took her against her will. This sleeping man was not a monster. "Decker," she said again a little louder.

  His eyes fluttered open and he turned his head to look at her. "You should be asleep," he said in a scratchy voice.

  "Am I going to die?" She had to know the truth.

  "Go to sleep."

  "Are you planning on killing me?"

  "No."

  "Then breeding me instead?" He hadn't finished doing it earlier in the night, which still left her confused. "You want a baby. A blonde, blue-eyed baby. Maybe I can give you that, but this baby will be nothing but black eyes and black hair, all drowning in a black heart. Black. A baby of goodness will never come from this. You are breeding death! You are breeding hate!"

  "Would you rather I kill you?" He took a calming breath. "Did my discipline earlier not teach you anything? You should be afraid of me, not poking the bear."

  The craziest thing of all was that she wasn't afraid of him at all. She didn't hate him… although she should. No, rather she had this pull, this need to know him more. Yes, she had lost her ever-fucking mind. She had always been one to fall for the bad boy, but this was going too far.

  Was it possible to love all that was bad? If there was only bad that coursed through a man's blood, was it possible to love him? Could she forgive the taking? Could she forgive the devil? Could she? No… no. She couldn't. She couldn't!

  So why? Why did she want him? Why did she want to be held? If he gave her one ounce of affection, it would be all over. She would be his, and only his. One touch, one kind word, one soft look. That was all it would take, and she would be his. Did he know how simple it would be to win this war? He would be the victor if only he used one weapon… kindness. That was all it would take, and she would forever be his slave. Her body already wanted him, as much as she hated to admit it, it was the truth.

  "I know you aren't like the rest of those men," she declared, voicing her deep-rooted belief.

  "No, I am not," he agreed with a sigh.

  "Then why? Why?"

  He took a deep breath and then positioned himself on his side, propping his head up with his arm. They were so close, but Jessa didn't move in the slightest. She didn't feel she needed to.

  "You aren't going to go to sleep, are you?"

  "How can I? I don't know where I am. I have no idea what will happen to me when I wake up. I'm in bed with a man who is supposed to become the father of my child or even children. And apparently I am now owned by you."

  "What if I told you that everything would soon work itself out? That if you trust me and do exactly as I tell you, you will be able to walk away from this alive and a free woman. Can you do that for just another couple of days, tops?"

  Jessa shook her head, more confused than ever. "What are you talking about? What do I have to do to be free again?"

  "Trust me."

  "Right! Coming from a man who just beat me."

  "I didn't beat you, I spanked you. And trust me, if I were any other man in the room, it would have been an actual beating you received—one that you would barely survive. I did what I had to do to make it seem I was putting you in your place, but still not harming you. I was giving you warnings to listen to me, but you were too stubborn and stupid to listen."

  Jessa absorbed his words. "So you were intentionally not trying to hurt me?" She studied his face. "Why? And why didn't you finish coming in me? Kind of hard to have a baby if you don't come in me. Takes away the whole breeding thing."

  Decker smiled for the first time since she had met him. "Yes, well, breeding with you wasn't my intent. Again, I had to do just enough to satisfy Rune and his men. I had to give the illusion that I was claiming you as mine to them, so they wouldn't take you for themselves."

  "Rune and his men? You make it sound like you aren't part of the group. From the looks of it, they seem to really respect you as one of the leaders. I was saved for you, after all."

  Decker sighed again. "You ask too many questions."

  "Do you blame me?"

  He shook his head looking exasperated. The way he casually spoke and lay only inches from her face—it was as if they were two long time lovers having a midnight chat deeply in love. This wasn't the way a captor and his captive should be conversing, and yet it was how they were.

  "I'm lying in a bed in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by crazy men who are trying to turn this place into an Aryan baby factory. I'm wearing the shirt of the man who is supposed to be my master, or owner, or whatever. But of course, that is after I was stripped completely naked, spanked like a little girl, and then fucked for all to watch. Oh, and don't get me started on being
chained by the neck and put in a room with other sex slaves. If I were to somehow escape and actually tell the cops this story, they would have me committed. My life has become one insane incident after the other the minute I decided to drive to West Virginia."

  "You aren't from West Virginia?" he asked.

  "No, I was foolishly coming here for an escape from reality." She gave a wicked laugh. "Well, I sure did get one. I stepped into a fucking Stephen King novel."

  Decker chuckled lightly. "You are feisty and have a twisted sense of humor. I like you."

  "Well, excuse me if I don't tell you the same thing."

  He nodded. "No, I don't expect you to." His smile disappeared, and he grew serious. "I'm sorry."

  "Sorry?"

  "Yes, believe it or not, but this monster that you have seen in me is not who I really am. Although, I have been here so long pretending to be that I'm not sure if it is what I have truly become. Sometimes I wonder myself." He sighed before adding, "I'm not the same as these men. I don't expect you to believe that, but I'm not."

  "Then why? Why are you here being part of it? Why did you do the things to me you did, if you aren't a monster?"

  "To save you. I did what I felt I had to do to save you from someone else doing it and doing it much worse. I'm here for good…" He paused and turned to his side, his back facing her. "We've talked enough. Go to sleep."

  Jessa placed her hand on his shoulder, pulling him back onto his back. "No, please tell me what you were going to say. I can tell there is more. I feel it."

  Decker studied her for a moment and then spoke. "I shouldn't be saying anything, but I need you to play the part."

  "Part?"

  "Yes, of my sex slave."

  "Even though you don't plan on making me one? Why? You have others?" This man was making no sense at all.

  "I don't have any sex slaves. You are the first I have claimed, and the only reason I did so is because I know it will all be over in two days. I couldn't save all the other women from being taken against their will, but I could save you. When I saw you walk into my cabin, I knew that if I said you were mine, I could keep you safe just long enough for…" He paused and swallowed hard. "I wanted to keep you close to me until the raid."

  Jessa's heart skipped. "Raid?" She sat up in disbelief.

  Decker also sat up and turned to face her directly. "My name is Captain Decker Cassidy with the U.S Army Delta Force. My mission was to infiltrate this group of sick fucks and bring the bastards down. I've been working on breaking this militia ring for a year now, and the mission is about to come to an end."

  "Delta Force? You mean, you are here to save me? To save all these women?"

  He nodded. "Yes, but it's crucial that we keep you here in my cabin away from Rune and his men. It won't be hard for them to believe that I would keep you locked up and to myself during this initial breeding and claiming phase. It's the only reason I took you in."

  "So the government does know about his place?"

  "Yes."

  "Then why the fuck haven't you all done something about it sooner? There are women being tortured, raped, and even killed! You have been here the whole time just watching it and doing nothing!"

  "Jessa, it's complicated. The militia is strong. They have a stock hold of arms not just here but in several other compounds. We had to find the leaders, the suppliers, and their other locations. It isn't as simple as swooping in and saving the day."

  "Tell that to the women who are chained and being fucked as we speak. Or the ones who have children with these bastards." She could see that she was beginning to upset Decker, but she didn't care. Fuck him.

  "Lower your voice. Now," he ordered. His dark eyes were returning. "This is a top secret mission, and I will not let your hysterics put it in jeopardy. You will follow my command and do exactly what I say."

  Jessa sprang out of bed and stood with her hands on her hips. "I will not march to your orders. I am not your soldier. You are not my captain. Go fuck yourself and your Delta Force fuckers. I will never obey. I will never salute or bow down to the man who has dishonored his country. You are no man. You are nothing but a monster. A fucking monster masked in an American flag. Red, white, and fucked. That is what you are."

  Decker shot out of bed just as fast as she had and grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her slightly. "You have no idea! You can't sit on your little princess throne and judge what I do. Or judge the call of my superiors. Being Delta Force is no fucking joke or cakewalk. I've witnessed the purest of evil. I've seen death. I've had to look the God damn devil square in the eye. You don't think I know women suffered? I had to fucking go to sleep every night hearing their cries. Don't you dare stand there and fucking judge me."

  His words were like a slap to the face. His anger and his disappointment in her behavior stung, and she instantly regretted her words. "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just that this whole place is like a bad dream. I want it to end right now." Tears welled in her eyes and flooded over. "It's just so awful. I want to be saved—not later—this second. I want those women unchained and set free. Waiting will be a far worse torture than anything I have yet experienced."

  Decker pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head. "And it will be over soon. You will be rescued. My hunting trip yesterday was my last, and with the intel I gave them, they are prepared to invade." He pulled away and placed his palms on each side of her face. "But I am going to keep you with me until that time happens. I can't risk you blowing the mission by allowing your emotions to get in the way. I need you to do as I command. Can you do that?"

  She nodded and whispered, "Yes."

  "I promise you, Jessa. I give you my word as a man that you will get out of this alive."

  Chapter Five

  Jessa walked around his cabin, crunching on an apple Decker had given her for breakfast. A shower and another fresh shirt from the dresser, and she almost felt human again. Almost.

  "All right, take off your clothes and come here." Decker didn't sound mean or even like he was giving a strict order, but he did sound firm.

  "What? Why? I thought you said—"

  "I don't plan on breeding with you, but I can't lead you outside and not make it look like I did. I can't make Rune think I'm going easy on you, or it will give up my cover."

  That made sense to Jessa, so she walked over to him, removing his shirt from her body as she did so. She stood before him and waited—for what, she wasn't sure.

  He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her onto his lap. "Lie back over my lap." He helped position her body so she lay on her back, draped over his lap, face up. The position was awkward, embarrassing, and caused her to feel extremely vulnerable. He rested his hand on her belly and looked into her eyes. "Those men out there are going to look at your pussy. Gawk at it, is more like it. They will expect to see it inflamed and raw from a night and full day's worth of fucking. I need to give it that appearance."

  Jessa's eyes widened, and her stomach did a flip. "How?"

  "By spanking your pussy lips." He said it so matter-of-factly that Jessa almost giggled.

  "Spank my pussy?" she squeaked. The idea both terrified her as well as sent a delightful little shiver from her head to her toes. Not a part of her body was hidden from Decker's view, and she truly was at his mercy—and, God forbid, she liked it.

  He answered her question by lifting up his palm and smacking it down onto her pussy. She flinched and cried out, but didn't try to get off his lap or stop him. He did it again, and again.

  "Oh, Jesus," she gasped.

  The feeling of the sting and slight bite knocked the breath right out of her. As much as she knew she should fight him, demand for him to stop, even scream for mercy, she couldn't. God help her, she wanted more… harder… pain. She wanted the pain. No… she craved it. She hungered for it. She all but begged for it.

  He used his fingertips to spank all around her pussy lips, the heat of his touch setting her ablaze. Who was this man? Why did he
have the power over her that she would never have considered giving to any man before?

  Decker paused with the pussy spanking and stared into her eyes. "Are you all right?" What an odd question to ask as he intentionally punished her most intimate flesh.

  "I'm burning alive. You are catching me aflame like a witch at the post."

  Heaven, Hell… both. Decker gave her both.

  "A little bit longer," was his reply as he continued to pepper her cunt. "You're getting nice and pink and swollen."

  And wet, she knew she was getting wet. She could feel the sticky fluid and could even hear the wetness make contact with Decker's hand with every spank. There was no way to hide her desire.

  Just when she couldn't take another touch without demanding that he do more than just spank her, Decker stopped. He flipped her over onto her stomach and began spanking her on her rear again. Although this time, it felt different than before. It actually felt… good. She couldn't resist bucking her hips to meet each swat of his hand. She wanted to be spanked. She wanted to feel the heat, the connection, the throb to match the deep pulsating in her pussy.

  Was this submission? Was this what it was like to submit to a man? His dominance—her surrender. If this was what dominance and submission was all about, then hell fucking yes. Sign her up.

  "I need to leave some marks on you," he said as he spanked harder than all the previous times combined. "Rune and the others need to see that I have taken you in hand." He continued to spank with a furious tempo.

  Jessa cried out in pain, but didn't plead for him to stop. The idea of being marked by his touch sizzled her core just as much as his discipline did to her body. She wanted the label, she wanted the bruise, she wanted to be claimed as Decker's, and for all to see that he had made her his. She wouldn't have to fight anymore, or worry that if she didn't struggle, death would be waiting for her. No, she could just be Decker's. Decker's to protect, and Decker's to get her out of this mess one way or the other.

  "Cry louder," he commanded. "Let them hear it outside. Louder!"

  It wasn't hard for her to follow his order since she had no more control. Her body was his completely, her soul completely dominated by the man. She cried, she howled from the top of her lungs, and she released every dark, fearful, and full of hate feeling from her body. She released all that was wrong in the world, and wrong with this place in her cries. She cried for the other sex slaves. She cried for the babies being born, and she cried for those who would die when it was time for the raid. Over and over, Decker punished, and over and over, she cried.