by Tia Siren
“Oh, yes.”
Cam thrust harder and harder as my head buried itself in the pillow. His breath came in a short rhythm as his seed was released. His breath deepened and his cock pulsed as his warmth flowed deep inside me.
“Fuck. That was fantastic,” I whispered as we rolled onto the bed.
“Yeah, it was. Come here, girl,” he replied as he held me from behind.
Chapter 19
Cam
I had been busy with the cadets and had taught them the basics of unarmed combat. I taught them about it in many situations. Explaining that in many circumstances it would save your life. Rather than any weapons or support from other members of your platoon. This situation would never be a maybe. It probably would happen. Statistically, it would happen; it was just the time and the place that would vary.
I also taught them how to keep calm and try to read every situation before it happened, this could also be a life saver. And it was just the moments that spring up where you’d have no advanced warning. And it was that which could pass through you into a state of flux.
After the lesson, I sat at the desk and was just about to head over to Owen and go for lunch when the office phone rang.
“Hello. Captain Cross here,” I answered.
“Hello, Cam,” I heard the Admiral.
“Good afternoon, Sir,” I replied.
Fuck, it’s one of those moments, my state of flux has been dumped on me.
“Cam, it’s just a quick call, I want to invite you round to my house this evening for dinner with Katie and me,” the Admiral said.
Mother fucker, I’m in a corner... again.
There was no way I would be able to decline. The Admiral asks, and you do. He's the guy, the one who says ‘jump,’ and then you say, ‘how high.’ No argument. Fuck.
“You can bring your daughter along with you. It is nothing formal. It is just a little thank you for everything you have done so far for Katie,” he said.
“It is nothing really. She just enjoys it,” I replied.
I especially enjoy the great sex.
“I must say, she's glowing just recently, it must be the effect of that cute daughter of yours,” the Admiral explained.
Or maybe it’s the great sex?
“Ok, no problem Sir, we will see you later,” I replied as the Admiral hung up the phone.
Shit, maybe no more great sex… fuck no, I need her.
I headed to the mess for lunch and Owen came over and grabbed the seat opposite. He looked at me as he broke his bread roll in half.
“Cam, is there something you’re not telling me?” Owen asked.
“Tonight, I have a dinner date,” I said as I raised my gaze to his.
“Hooyah, is it Karry, or Katie?” Owen asked excitedly.
“The Admiral,” I replied as Owen dropped his bread roll into his soup from shock.
“Oh Cam, it has been nice knowing you,” Owen said with a smile. “Joking, serious, it may be a trap?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe he has sensed there has been something going on?” I said as I pushed my food around my plate.
“Well, if anyone can scan a situation, it is you. I’m sure you will be able to figure it out once you get there?” Owen replied. Serious for once.
“You think so. I mean, have you ever talked to the Admiral up close and personal?” I asked.
“No, thank God,” he replied.
“He's as slippery as they come, he always talks in god-damned riddles,” I explained with a laugh.
Oh, shit. A nervous laugh.
“Well, there are just two solutions, everything will be okay, or your house will be vacant by the end of the month,” Owen said, as he gestured if I was going to eat my pudding after he had removed it from my tray.
“You know how to leave a conversation on a good note,” I added sarcastically.
I had to be at the Admiral’s house at six-thirty, so I readied myself and Emmy. I had no idea what he would say, so I tried to dress in a way that would impress him. I had pants and a shirt which had been perfectly pressed and shoes so clean that you could eat your dinner off them.
“Just make sure you have daddy’s six, okay?” I said to Emmy as we left the house for the short walk to the Admiral’s.
We walked up the sloped driveway and the closer I approached, I thought of the house. Fuck, I was going to enter and be swallowed whole.
Fuck, I’m nervous, and Emmy is just taking it in her stride. I wish I was only two.
I took a few deep breaths and rang the doorbell. I stood and waited.
“I will get it!” Katie shouted in the distance.
The lock jingles and the door handle turns. The door opens slowly.
“Hi Cam,” she said as I placed Emmy onto the step.
Katie picked up Emmy, and I stepped inside, my heart raced. I felt like I wanted to puke but breathed deep and slow.
“Don’t panic,” Katie said to assure me.
“I’m shitting bricks,” I replied as a look of deep worry washed over my face.
“It will be okay, I’m sure; if it were bad he would have just court-martialed your ass,” she said with a joking smile.
“That doesn’t help me much, I hate formal dinners anyway, and now with the Admiral, geez,” I whispered.
We entered the living room and chatted while Katie played with Emmy. But the Admiral was not there, so I finally relaxed a little. I looked at the clock. It was six twenty-five.
“Shall we?” I heard the Admiral say from the stairs as he ushered us to the dining room.
Does he run on fucking clockwork?
I took my seat and quickly tried to read the situation. The Admiral sat at the head of the table, Katie sat opposite with Emmy and by my calculation, I was in easy arms reach of the Admiral. Especially if he decided to punch me in the face. Great tactical maneuver Admiral, Bravo.
The food was placed center table, and we served ourselves as if it was the last supper. Christ, I hoped it would be a light-hearted event rather than the incredibly tense atmosphere that surrounded Katie and me.
“So, Cam, how is your daughter doing with Katie’s assistance?” the Admiral asked.
“She's doing great, she has come on leaps and bounds, I’m well impressed with Katie’s skills.”
And the sex is great.
“I’m glad to hear it, at least she may just have found something she's good at?” the Admiral answered as he raised his serviette to his mouth.
She's really good at sex as well.
I looked at the clock, and we had chatted for nearly forty-five minutes. I had been interrogated for a long time.
I was just about to dig into my dessert, and suddenly an awkward silence was made even more uncomfortable. My cell phone rang in my pocket. I quickly apologized and turned it off.
“Sorry about that, I thought it was already off,” I said apologetically.
I looked at the Admiral, and he gave me a look of disdain. I looked at Katie for support, and I was met with the same icy glare.
Oh crap, father and daughter just gave me a stare down.
We got over the phone incident, and the Admiral chatted more about Katie.
“So, do you mind Katie coming around to your house so much?” the Admiral asked.
“Not at all, she's a superb help around the place, and the house feels much warmer when she's there,” I replied.
Especially the bed…
“So how do you think of the future?” The Admiral asked.
“Excuse me?” I answered.
“With Katie, the future with Katie coming around,” he replied.
“Ah, well, I think Katie will just get better and better, she's a natural with kids, it should be something she looks at more carefully,” I answered in detail.
Geez, I thought he meant the relationship.
I sat there and tried to decipher the whole dinner. This had been the quietest that Katie had ever been. And it was either a very smart move to keep out of it, or sh
e was content just to cater to Emmy while she was at the table.
I should try and get Katie involved in the conversation that would ease some of the pressure on me.
“Why don’t you take Emmy into the living room and play with her there?” the Admiral said to Katie.
“Sure thing Dad,” she replied as she removed Emmy from the high chair and headed off toward the living room.
Fuck me! Really?
The old man must have a sixth sense, or he can read minds. God, how the fuck did he know I would try and use Katie to diffuse the situation? Damn, now it was just him and me. It would now become like a mental game of chess.
Fuck, I’m shit at chess.
“Ah, peace, at last, we can talk freely now that she has gone,” the Admiral started to say.
“Whatever you say, Admiral,” I replied as sweat collected on my forehead.
“I’m sure you’re well aware of the bond between a father and his daughter?” he asked.
“Yes, I know only too well what you mean,” I replied.
I could hear Katie and Emmy playing, and the faint sound of giggles entered the dining room from the living room.
Fuck, I wish I was rolling around on the floor playing.
“It’s hard, being a single parent and having a daughter so young,” he said.
“Hell yeah, sorry. They just grow up so fast,” I said, trying not to blow my cover.
“Tell me about it, you look after them when they are vulnerable, and then they get to be older, and they become curious, and you have to take care of them in a different way. And when they reach Katie’s age, and you feel you have to protect them even more, in particular against the world as they start to become a young woman,” the Admiral explained in great detail.
I cowered inside myself and was not sure if the Admiral’s remark was directed firmly at me or if it was just his general observation.
Was I fucked, or is he just probing?
“I understand entirely, and I have a very long way to go with Emmy,” I replied.
He was right about that. I did have a lot of stressful times coming up.
“It’s the men you know,” the Admiral said.
“I’m sorry, you have lost me,” I said slightly confused.
“When they get older, it is the men that you worry about, these are the biggest problems with your daughter,” the Admiral said.
“I suppose it is, maybe it is human nature,” I replied not sure which direction he was going.
“Human nature indeed, the men have urges, and the daughters of the world are reaching the stage where their bodies start to prepare themselves for becoming a mother,” the Admiral said as he drifted away slightly.
“That must be a very worrying time for any father,” I answered.
Did he know? I was bemused at his angle?
“You can see it in Katie, she has needs and in a way, she's fulfilling these when she goes around to your house,” the Admiral said as he looked deeply into my eyes.
I felt awkward, and I was sure he was going to dump a pile of shit onto me.
Brace yourself, Cam, here it comes.
“Yes, I can see it quite well, Katie has bitten the bullet, and some of her needs have been met, she has...,” the Admiral started to say before he drifted off.
I began to put up my defenses, and I was already thinking of where to find a new home. Owen could have been right in his assumption. I was screwed, my whole career and life were just about to plummet around my ankles as the Admiral well and truly fucked me.
“Admiral,” I said.
“Oh, sorry, I was just thinking, I was saying, Katie has now fulfilled some of her womanly needs, and not really in an order you would expect. She has filled some of her maternal instinct by spending so much time with Emmy,” the Admiral said.
“Ah, I see,” I replied.
“Yes, she will have that side of her well and truly under control by the time she's ready for the big step into becoming a woman,” the Admiral said.
I was not sure if he’d guessed something was going on and did not want to mention it, but he’d spoken in a way as if he had known nothing about what had been going on with Katie and me.
“I know me and Katie don’t have the best relationship in the world, but that is just regular daily stuff, you know everyday communication and all that,” the Admiral said.
“Yeah,” I replied with a bit of relief.
“And I know you Cam, and when Emmy is at that stage in her life, you’re the one person I know who would do anything to protect your daughter,” he said as sipped on a glass of port.
“I would Sir, I would protect her to my dying breath, she's all I live for,” I replied.
“As I was saying, Katie and I do have this bond, even though she may not show it most of the time. But it is there, and she does talk to me. And on occasions, it may seem I’m not bothered by her actions,” the Admiral commented.
“Relationships can be funny things, who can explain them?” I said.
“Exactly Cam, who can explain how strange any relationship can be, it can be between husband and wife, boyfriend and girlfriend or father and daughter. Wherever a man and woman is involved, some very strange occurrences can go on,”
The Admiral raised his glass to his mouth.
Damn, I thought he was going away from the topic, and now he’s heading back toward it. He’s a clever old fox. It’s no wonder he became Admiral.
“That is why I try to have a special relationship with Katie, even if I don’t show it. I’m super protective of her, and I carefully watch all of her actions so I can read a situation, probably how you do yourself,” the Admiral said as he looked into my eyes.
“I try my hardest, but I don’t have as much experience as you, Sir. And you’re way in front of me in that department,” I answered.
“I see changes in Katie, and I’m prepared for anything that goes on in her life,” the Admiral said.
“I couldn’t agree more Sir,” I answered.
“I was proud of you when you stood up for her at that party,” the Admiral said with a smile.
“Thank you, Sir,” I stated with a wry grin
The Admiral looked deep into my eyes “Yet if anyone hurt my Katie not just physically but mentally, and I found out about it. They wouldn’t hurt her… or anyone else ever again. And the rest of their life would be a living hell.”
Fuck! Sir, yes Sir!!!
Chapter 20
Katie
I heard the conversation between Dad and Cam, and I felt sorry for him. I knew how cryptic Dad could be in his conversations. Nearly always he had a further question behind the question he actually asked. He had the same sort of sneaky conversations with me so I knew how Cam must have felt. One moment he was quizzing you and the next he was making you feel at ease, up and down, round and round. You never knew where you stood with my dad.
I had thought Cam had handled it quite well and not got overly stressed about the whole situation. If he had been a regular Navy person, I’m sure he would have nearly pissed his pants with that sort of situation. I was just glad when Dad said to come and play with Emmy. It saved me cringing at the comments that he bandied about over dinner. I wouldn’t have been able to refrain from butting in and could have made the whole situation worse by saying something I shouldn’t have, or which could have given the game away between Cam and me.
Dad sat in the living room for a while why I played with Emmy, and he showed an entirely different side of himself to Cam. He made no similar comments he had done over dinner. And that was the one good thing with my dad; once he had finished, he let it go and moved on.
Dad had left us and had retired for his regular routine of being in his study for an hour or two. I was not sure what he did in there all that time. Maybe he schemed about Cam and me. But it was probably more the case of some quiet reading or work-related things.
We finally got Emmy ready, and I asked Cam if I could walk with them back to their house. I th
ought it would be an ideal situation to fully apologize for my dad’s gentle yet commanding behavior. It was not the easiest thing to sit through, especially the first time, and I just wanted him to know I was sorry and appreciated the fact that he came around.
Cam walked ahead, and I toddled up the road with Emmy in her harness and was sure to make sure she didn’t trip and stumble. Emmy was not the fastest walker in the world, and Cam had entered the house by the time we had reached halfway between their house and my dad’s.
I looked from a distance and could already see Cam had opened the door and entered inside. We strolled as fast as we could at Emmy’s pace, and we made it back. I picked Emmy up into my arms and carried her into the living room. I sat her on the couch and removed her harness and jacket and placed her on the floor to play for a few minutes while I spoke to Cam.
“Cam, I should apologize for all that behavior of my dad’s, he was a bit over the top,” I said as I sat on the couch. “And he gets defensive by being offensive if you know what I mean.”
Cam looked at me. “Your dad was very subtle, and he was very brutal in his words and his questions. It was like Chinese water torture, he dripped and dripped little snippets of information and questions which tapped, tapped on my brain. Every time he opened his mouth, I was thinking, did he know? Or did he not know about us? And my mind was turning into mush,” he explained.
“He’s just being cautious and concerned, most of all though he just wanted to see why I was spending so much time over at your place, that’s all,” I said calmly.
“It was his freaking idea in the first place, so if he questions it, he should be questioning himself first,” Cam replied as he grabbed a glass of water. “I never want to sit through anything like that again, especially if it is not my choice.”
“You can’t blame him for wanting to know what’s going on, what father wouldn’t be curious? I’m sure you would be a hell of a lot worse than that if you were in his situation?” I asked.
“I suppose you’re right, but it is just I beg…, well you know,” he said as he sipped from his glass.
“You have no need to worry though, we have been cool all the way through. If he had suspected anything, he would have lost it, I’m sure,” I said trying to reassure him.