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Story: Orders and Obsessions
“Yeah?” he said, sounding unsure.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I didn’t think you were a cuddler. Night Mason.” But that made me smile more. He wanted to snuggle. How f*****g nice is that?
“Wait, Riley.” He took off his dog tags and put them on over mine, moving my hair out of the way. “I want you to wear them. I want you to carry a piece of me with you all the time.” I put them inside my T-shirt and felt the warm metal press against my skin. It was still warm from his body.
I went back to my own shed. Luckily, the lights were off and soft snoring could be heard from all sides. I climbed into my awful bed, closed my eyes, and smiled as I held his dog tags.
***
I threw the itchy blanket over my head to block out the loud siren that was waking me up early in the morning.
I yelled at the noise, “F**k off!” My body was too sore for this. I put the thin, cheap pillow over my head to try to block out the noise.
“Riley, come on. He’ll only make you do more work if you’re late,” Amber said. She took the duvet off of me and tried to pull the pillow away. “Riley, we’re leaving without you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The shed was quiet except for the stupid siren. I stayed in bed until the sirens stopped, and then I got up and quickly looked for my clothes.
“What the f**k?” I yelled as I threw everything out of my trunk looking for the stupid army pants they make you wear. Then I remembered that I had taken them off in his car and left them there because my T-shirt was long enough to be a dress anyway.
I looked for my spare parts, but they were all with the laundry department.
“Shit.” I put on the long T-shirt from yesterday and my boots and ran to the pitch, where I was fifteen minutes late.
Mason was yelling orders at all the new recruits when he saw me and stopped in the middle of one. I stood up straight and saluted.
“What is this Rivers?” he yelled. “Why aren’t you wearing the right uniform?” I fought the urge to look him in the eye and kept my stance facing forward.
“Sorry, Lieutenant, my uniform is… um… not compliant.” I bit my lip to keep from laughing nervously.
Mason was furious, and it didn’t seem like it was part of the act he had to keep up.
He yelled, “What?” His voice was so loud that it could be heard in an empty forest. He tightened his jaw.
“You get a disciplinary if you don’t show up in the right clothes.” I broke the blank stare and looked at him. His eyes were full of warning as they burned into me.
“I’ll give you five minutes to go back and put on the right uniform, or you’ll get in trouble for the third time, I think.”
“I can’t,” I tried to say with my eyes, but he clearly didn’t get the hint. “It’s not possible right now.”
“Take over while I deal with Rivers,” he told one of the generals in a voice that made it clear he didn’t like him.
“March on, soldier.” I went into the office with him, and he slammed the door behind us. He was really cranky today.
“I left my army trousers in your—” He pushed me against the wall of the shed and held my hands up over my head. I took a deep breath and filled my chest with air.
“I can see your panties; everyone can see your panties.” His voice was low and rough, and it was dangerously sexy.
“Right here.” He moved his finger up my inner thigh and along the middle of my pants. I gasped, and right away I was turned on. He leaned in and bit my lower lip, pulling on it softly. I groaned into his mouth.
“I don’t think you really get Riley.”
He held me in place with one hand on my back against the wall and the other on my inner thigh, moving it up and slipping his hand into my pants. He squeezed my whole area tightly, and I moaned softly.
“This is mine,” he said, easily slipping one of his fingers in. “Do you think I want anyone to see what is mine?” I said as I moved on his fingers, pushing them deeper and deeper into me.
“No,” he said quickly and pulled his whole hand away. I stopped right away because I missed the way he touched me. I felt empty and frustrated after my wetness left.
I begged, “Mason,” my needy voice sounding strange to my own ears. He looked out the window at all the recruits doing the drill and then looked back at me. They were only a few yards away, so they were his problem.
Lieutenant goody-two-shoes didn’t want to have s*x with me while he was on duty. He didn’t want anyone to see or hear us or the shed shaking. He wasn’t made to break the rules. He—
“F**k it.” He pulled me away from the wall and pushed me down on the desk, making me bend over. He pulled down my ivory lace panties from behind me, and I stepped out of them. He then balled them up in his hand and pushed them into my mouth.
He whispered in my ear, “If you make a sound, they’ll hear you.”
He held me up with one hand and ran a firm finger down the length of my crease before spanking my behind. I bit down on the panties, and a muffled groan came out of my mouth.
“It’s going to have to be quick; anyone can come in at any time.” I looked back at him over my shoulder, and he quickly unzipped his trousers.
He slowly slid in. He seemed to really enjoy how every inch of him disappeared into me, filling me up and stretching me out. He made noises, but they weren’t loud enough to be heard.
He hummed, “So f*****g perfect,” and then slammed into me hard and deep. I chewed on the lace and felt it break under my teeth. I held on to the edges of the desk.
He used his strong hands to pull my b**t cheeks apart, and he watched as his length slid in and out of me, slick and shiny from my wetness. My eyes got big when his thumb went around my butthole.
It was strange. It was mean and possessive, but it made me really excited.
He kept his word. It was quick. And tough. And deep down. And really, really great. After that, he grabbed my chin roughly and made me kiss him. A kiss that lasted a long time and was full of passion.
I pulled my panties back up, and just as we were done, someone burst into the office and stared at us like a deer in headlights.
“Sorry, Lieutenant Sir, I didn’t know this office was busy.” Mason stayed calm, even though his fly was down and his cheeks were red.
“Rivers, I’ll let you off with a warning this time. Don’t let this happen again. Go get some spare sweatpants and leave.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, and then I left.
The nurse gave me a bundle of “spare clothes,” and I went back to my room to change. I pulled down my panties and looked at how much I had torn the lace with my teeth, but I didn’t focus on the tears; instead, I focused on the small spots of blood at the bottom.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I didn’t think you were a cuddler. Night Mason.” But that made me smile more. He wanted to snuggle. How f*****g nice is that?
“Wait, Riley.” He took off his dog tags and put them on over mine, moving my hair out of the way. “I want you to wear them. I want you to carry a piece of me with you all the time.” I put them inside my T-shirt and felt the warm metal press against my skin. It was still warm from his body.
I went back to my own shed. Luckily, the lights were off and soft snoring could be heard from all sides. I climbed into my awful bed, closed my eyes, and smiled as I held his dog tags.
***
I threw the itchy blanket over my head to block out the loud siren that was waking me up early in the morning.
I yelled at the noise, “F**k off!” My body was too sore for this. I put the thin, cheap pillow over my head to try to block out the noise.
“Riley, come on. He’ll only make you do more work if you’re late,” Amber said. She took the duvet off of me and tried to pull the pillow away. “Riley, we’re leaving without you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The shed was quiet except for the stupid siren. I stayed in bed until the sirens stopped, and then I got up and quickly looked for my clothes.
“What the f**k?” I yelled as I threw everything out of my trunk looking for the stupid army pants they make you wear. Then I remembered that I had taken them off in his car and left them there because my T-shirt was long enough to be a dress anyway.
I looked for my spare parts, but they were all with the laundry department.
“Shit.” I put on the long T-shirt from yesterday and my boots and ran to the pitch, where I was fifteen minutes late.
Mason was yelling orders at all the new recruits when he saw me and stopped in the middle of one. I stood up straight and saluted.
“What is this Rivers?” he yelled. “Why aren’t you wearing the right uniform?” I fought the urge to look him in the eye and kept my stance facing forward.
“Sorry, Lieutenant, my uniform is… um… not compliant.” I bit my lip to keep from laughing nervously.
Mason was furious, and it didn’t seem like it was part of the act he had to keep up.
He yelled, “What?” His voice was so loud that it could be heard in an empty forest. He tightened his jaw.
“You get a disciplinary if you don’t show up in the right clothes.” I broke the blank stare and looked at him. His eyes were full of warning as they burned into me.
“I’ll give you five minutes to go back and put on the right uniform, or you’ll get in trouble for the third time, I think.”
“I can’t,” I tried to say with my eyes, but he clearly didn’t get the hint. “It’s not possible right now.”
“Take over while I deal with Rivers,” he told one of the generals in a voice that made it clear he didn’t like him.
“March on, soldier.” I went into the office with him, and he slammed the door behind us. He was really cranky today.
“I left my army trousers in your—” He pushed me against the wall of the shed and held my hands up over my head. I took a deep breath and filled my chest with air.
“I can see your panties; everyone can see your panties.” His voice was low and rough, and it was dangerously sexy.
“Right here.” He moved his finger up my inner thigh and along the middle of my pants. I gasped, and right away I was turned on. He leaned in and bit my lower lip, pulling on it softly. I groaned into his mouth.
“I don’t think you really get Riley.”
He held me in place with one hand on my back against the wall and the other on my inner thigh, moving it up and slipping his hand into my pants. He squeezed my whole area tightly, and I moaned softly.
“This is mine,” he said, easily slipping one of his fingers in. “Do you think I want anyone to see what is mine?” I said as I moved on his fingers, pushing them deeper and deeper into me.
“No,” he said quickly and pulled his whole hand away. I stopped right away because I missed the way he touched me. I felt empty and frustrated after my wetness left.
I begged, “Mason,” my needy voice sounding strange to my own ears. He looked out the window at all the recruits doing the drill and then looked back at me. They were only a few yards away, so they were his problem.
Lieutenant goody-two-shoes didn’t want to have s*x with me while he was on duty. He didn’t want anyone to see or hear us or the shed shaking. He wasn’t made to break the rules. He—
“F**k it.” He pulled me away from the wall and pushed me down on the desk, making me bend over. He pulled down my ivory lace panties from behind me, and I stepped out of them. He then balled them up in his hand and pushed them into my mouth.
He whispered in my ear, “If you make a sound, they’ll hear you.”
He held me up with one hand and ran a firm finger down the length of my crease before spanking my behind. I bit down on the panties, and a muffled groan came out of my mouth.
“It’s going to have to be quick; anyone can come in at any time.” I looked back at him over my shoulder, and he quickly unzipped his trousers.
He slowly slid in. He seemed to really enjoy how every inch of him disappeared into me, filling me up and stretching me out. He made noises, but they weren’t loud enough to be heard.
He hummed, “So f*****g perfect,” and then slammed into me hard and deep. I chewed on the lace and felt it break under my teeth. I held on to the edges of the desk.
He used his strong hands to pull my b**t cheeks apart, and he watched as his length slid in and out of me, slick and shiny from my wetness. My eyes got big when his thumb went around my butthole.
It was strange. It was mean and possessive, but it made me really excited.
He kept his word. It was quick. And tough. And deep down. And really, really great. After that, he grabbed my chin roughly and made me kiss him. A kiss that lasted a long time and was full of passion.
I pulled my panties back up, and just as we were done, someone burst into the office and stared at us like a deer in headlights.
“Sorry, Lieutenant Sir, I didn’t know this office was busy.” Mason stayed calm, even though his fly was down and his cheeks were red.
“Rivers, I’ll let you off with a warning this time. Don’t let this happen again. Go get some spare sweatpants and leave.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, and then I left.
The nurse gave me a bundle of “spare clothes,” and I went back to my room to change. I pulled down my panties and looked at how much I had torn the lace with my teeth, but I didn’t focus on the tears; instead, I focused on the small spots of blood at the bottom.