Chapter 20 Andy
Chapter 20
Andy
Chi and I leave the compound, finally, after what feels like weeks but has actually only been a few days. After a lot of threatening on my part, she’s allowed to wear the blindfold and noise-cancelling headphones as we are chauffeured back to the mansion in an inconspicuous black SUV.
As soon as we get back to the real world, I dive right into work, although everyone remarks on the new scar down my face and the lag in my step. I try to make it so it’s not totally obvious that I can’t run without ripping a bunch of stitches.
Chi does successfully close shop and gives me nothing but pecks on the cheek. I try to smother her cries and make some moves, but she nearly does the three smacks in a row on multiple occasions, and I stop before she gets the chance. I wasn’t lying about what I said to her in the hospital; if she uses that signal, I really will stay away from her for longer than she’d probably like.
When Cas gets out of the hospital, I go see if he and Mara are okay. I give a rundown of everything that’s happened and then leave them to their little life. They need a break, if any couple ever needed one. I owe Cas a lot, and even Mara, for teaching him to be a real human instead of some sociopathic killing machine. I’m going to take over what I need to and let them have some time to themselves.
A couple of weeks pass, while Chi makes me watch some fucking Star Wars spinoff show on Disney+ with that weird little “Baby Yoda” thing. “Or Grogu, if you wanna be a stuck-up a-hole about it,” she tells me while I lie on her bed questioning what kind of magical technology they could’ve used to make a walking, talking version of 30-year-old Luke Skywalker from 50 years ago. I need to remember to ask Oxy about it next time I talk to her.
But we do more than watch TV. I sleep with her cuddled up to me each night. My toothbrush ends up in her bathroom. I have a whole drawer in her dresser filled with boxers and t-shirts. I’m sure her father sees it when she pulls me behind her favorite cherry blossom tree one day as I walk to the guard house, although he says nothing about it. We’re not even having sex, but we’re… together. We’re always together.
And finally, I barge into her room one night, weeks later, done with her pushing me off. “That’s it, Ms. Yan. You’re in trouble now.”
I’m decked out in my full military regalia, complete with every decoration I’ve ever been awarded. I’ve never used my uniform to get a girl into bed, but I have to admit to myself that I’m desperate at this point. And judging from the way Chi’s bottom lip drops open and her entire body deflates with her long exhale as soon as she catches sight of me, I think it’s probably working.
I rummage through the drawer I’ve seen her grab all of her underwear out of for the last two weeks, and I find a matching hot red lacy bra and panty set. It’ll do nicely. I throw it at her, but she doesn’t even seem to notice, and it hits her chest gently and falls to her lap as she stares.
“All right, Miss Yan. Don’t make me write you up for bad behavior. You know what I want; let’s go.”
She seems to snap out of it a moment later when she blinks down at the underwear I’ve thrown at her, trying to put together what I’m asking her to do. I know I’ve got her, so I don’t mind toying with her a little now.
“I… I don’t know if we should—”
“Ms. Yan, don’t even let the end of that sentence leave your mouth. You know what the penalty is for insubordination. You can either be a good girl and put that underwear on, or I can shove them into your mouth and duct tape it closed. Your choice.”
She closes her mouth and swallows before she drools all over herself. She attempts to project some air of indignance, but I see the glint in her eyes. She loves it when I threaten her. She should know by now that it’s not an idle threat. I will do everything I say and more.
“You know, sir, you could get in a lot of trouble for threatening a female officer of lower rank. Some may think you’re using your status for your own sexual gratification.”
“Oh, Ms. Yan, that is most certainly what I’m doing.” I walk quickly toward her before she can decide whether she wants to run or fight, and I’m so glad when she stays frozen.
“Well, maybe I won’t allow it. Maybe I don’t think you’re ready for me.”
I grab a handful of silky black hair and yank it down so that her face tilts up to mine. “I think you’re just the type of girl that needs my cock.” I rub my erection into her, and she bites down on her lip, the yearning evident now in her gaze. “You’ll let me do it because you’ve wanted it every day for the past two weeks, and you’ve been prancing around in your tiny shorts like the sweet little cock tease you are.”
She lets out a sigh of excitement, but continues to pretend she doesn’t need this as badly as I do. “Sir… I think we need a little more time.”
I’m impatient. I have fun with our games, but today I need her to give in. I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands, so I lean over and whisper in her ear. “If you don’t stop with the little games, Ms. Yan, I’m going to have to take what I want. And that will be a lot of physical exertion, don’t you think?”
Her gaze drifts at my words, almost like she’s having second thoughts. “I could tap—”
“If you tap three times, you won’t see me for a while. I can’t come here every night and be around you with a raging hard on and no relief.”
She gives me a critical look, then seems to make a decision. She takes a step back and slowly strips, stepping into the lacy thong, before clasping the bra I gave her closed. I’m breathing heavily by the end of it, and I know she’s about to give me what I want. Chi is a tease, but once she commits, she’s in it for the long haul.
“I knew you’d see it my way, Private. Once you have a taste, you always come back for more.”
“Those are prophetic words,” she says, beginning to unbutton my shirt. She kisses my chest, moving lower and lower as she works. “Because tasting is all I’m planning to do.” She rips my pants down without unbuttoning them, and my boxers go with them, my cock springing free. I haven’t even masturbated in the shower — I’ve been waiting for Chi, knowing it won’t be as good if I do it myself. I’m ready to blow.
I don’t want to come too quickly, but her mouth is on me in a flash and there’s nothing I can do but hold tight and enjoy the ride. Her expert tongue flicks over all the right places, and her hand grabs my balls and squeezes gently at the same time. I gather all my resolve to speak, grab her hair, and say, “I don’t think so,” but as soon as she looks up at me with those dark almond eyes, filled with mischievous intent, I know I can’t hold it in anymore.
“Fuck!” I say, as I explode straight down her throat. She swallows every last drop and stands before me a moment later as I recover on rubbery legs. She simply licks her lips like a cat with cream, barely winded.
“See? Now we can start Loki and you won’t be so—”
I push her down to the bed without a word, and her eyes fly wide. I don’t speak, just rip her underwear down her legs, tearing them in the process and shoving them into her mouth with a growl. I pin her arms down as she recovers from her shock and begins to struggle.
“Fuck that, baby.” I pull her bra up over her head, and, although I know I’m ruining this beautiful piece of fabric, I twist it at her wrists over and over, tying it multiple times so there’s no way she can squirm out of it. “You think you’ll be getting anything you want tonight?” I breathe in her ear. “Huh? You don’t run this drill. I do.”
She goes to spit the underwear out of her mouth, but I shove it back in with my hand and hold her that way.
“I can’t tap my hand!” she cries, her voice muffled behind the wad of underwear in her mouth.
“Oh shush,” I say, biting her hardened nipple. “It’ll just be a bit more difficult, but you’ll definitely be able to.” I move my hand down to her pussy and push in. I groan triumphantly when I feel it dripping. “But you’re definitely not going to want to, baby. Because you know I can take care of this little problem you have far better than you can.”
Her eyes finally go soft with want, and I know she’s given in. “Yes, baby,” I say, rubbing slowly and kissing her neck as she moans. “Let me take care of you.”
“There’s no way you’re ready—” she begins, before I press my hardness into her thigh. She bucks against it, her pupils doubling in size, moaning again. “Fine.”
I don’t wait, slamming into her. We both groan, same as we always do, and it feels all new and like I’m coming home at the same time. Like we’ve been away for a while and the place has been renovated, the value doubling in price. It’s never felt this way. It has never been so consuming.
I know some orgasms can be better than others, but I’ve never come so hard in my life as I have with this girl. If it feels the same for her, I want her to be able to move with it and feel it as strongly as I do, so I free her arms and allow her to do whatever she wants with them as her lower body twists and turns underneath me.
And this time, I feel that long-awaited orgasm barreling into me, igniting at the base of my spine, and exploding through me. I grab her shoulders hard and squeeze, and she does the same to my forearms, scratching them up as she screams out with pleasure and seizes, before going slack and closing her eyes, a satisfied smile on her face.
That expression of bliss on her face makes me pump even harder as I finish, flinging her body up and down like a ragdoll, until the last jolt of my orgasm has abated. I exhale slowly and heavily and remove my fingers from her shoulders, seeing the early formation of slight bruising there.
I don’t care. In fact, I love it. I want to mark her entire body so no other asshole thinks he’s trodden this territory before I have. And they better never think they’ve used it as well. I’ve ruined her, I’m sure. She’ll never have anyone else like me.
I finally collapse on top of her and feel her arms come up around me, her fingertips lightly scratching up and down. I feel her smile against my ear, and she bites it gently. “I’ll admit when I’m wrong. I suppose you’re all patched up.”