Mayhem Chapter
Mayhem:
I hated that I was ruining what had been a special moment between us, but I had to know.
Astrid’s reaction told me the story wasn’t a pleasant one.
I hadn’t lied. I thought the shower would make it easier.
When she agreed, I was cautiously optimistic.
To ease into it, I began to wash my chest. I wanted to be the one to clean her, but she was holding herself stiffly. I wasn’t sure if she’d appreciate it.
Her hand came up and took the bar of soap from me. “I want to do it,” she said softly.
“I’m all yours,” I told her.
That remark got a tiny smile out of her.
She slowly and thoroughly soaped my chest and arms. I thought she’d do my cock and legs next, but instead she turned me and washed my entire backside from my neck to my feet.
When she was scrubbing my ass, she squeezed my cheeks.
I shivered when her slippery fingers slid between my cheeks and over my asshole.
Astrid rubbed back and forth several times.
I bit my tongue. Her rubbing over that forbidden spot caused my cock to twitch with more life.
“Mayhem, have you ever had your asshole breached? By a finger, a toy, or a tongue?” she asked.
My cock grew bigger. I took a deep breath. “No, I haven’t. What about you? Do you like that done to you? Or if you haven’t done it, what do you enjoy and want?”
Astrid slid her finger up and down my crack a few more times before she walked around me. When she got there, her eyes went straight to my cock. It was standing at attention. She gasped.
“Yeah, see what you do to me,” I whispered. “Will you answer myquestion? Have you done anal? If so, do you like it? If not, what are you interested in or willing to try?”
Before she answered me, Astrid gripped my cock in her soapy hands. She’d put the bar aside. As she slowly stroked, I wasn’t about to let her get away with teasing me, and I did nothing. I grabbed the soap and went straight to her tits.
The size of them was enough to fill my hands. Her nipples were stiff and dark pink. I circled them over and over, making them peak into hard nubs. A light tug made her moan.
“Yes, I’ve played. It never progressed, though, beyond fingers and a small vibrator,” Astrid finally confessed breathlessly.
“Is that because you didn’t want to go further?”
I was affected not only by touching and seeing her body and the way she was fondling me, but by the images in my head of me doing whatever I wanted to her.
I saw myself licking her asshole, then easing my cock inside of her as she moaned and pleaded with me to give her more.
Astrid’s stroke had grown faster, and she was twisting her wrist in a way that was pushing me fast toward another orgasm.
“Not exactly. The person I was with only wanted that much. When I asked him about more, he was turned off by the idea. After that, I never asked a guy to do anything back there.”
“Whoever he was, he was a goddamn idiot. Babe, if that’s something you want, I’ll happily give it to you. I’d love to watch you scream and fall apart in ecstasy.”
Moving my hands reluctantly from her tits, I ran them down her stomach to her pussy.
I tapped her thigh so she’d spread them.
I hadn’t gotten a close look at her, but I would.
What I could feel felt like satin. She moaned as I nudged her clit.
She was slick with her cum despite the water running down us.
Her head fell back. As she whimpered, I spread her folds and then thrust a finger inside of her.
Astrid jerked and cried out my road name. I couldn’t stand it.
“It’s just us, babe. When we’re alone, I don’t want you to call me Mayhem. I especially don’t want to hear you crying out that name when we’re having sex.”
“What do you want me to call you?” she whispered.
“Jamison, or Jamie. Whichever you prefer.”
“Mmm, I do love your name. I think I’ll call you Jamie. Yeah, that’s it. Let me see. Oh, God, more. Fuck me harder. I want to come, Jamie,” she pleaded.
Growling, I brought her closer and added another finger. As I finger-fucked her pussy, rubbed her clit and G-spot, she tugged and twisted my cock until I was ready to howl.
“I’m coming,” I shouted not long after she called me Jamie.
“Me too,” she whined, and then an explosion that was better than the first time hit me.
I roared and jerked as I shot my load on her hands and belly. When Astrid began to tremble and cry out, I held her tight and let her pussy clench like a vise around my fingers. I had to feel that surrounding my cock soon.
When we were replete and weakly clinging to each other, I kissed her.
After she returned it, I reluctantly removed my hand from between her legs.
She dropped my wilting cock. Slowly, I turned her.
She stiffened but didn’t stop me. The light was bright in the bathroom since it was still daytime. It fell across the small of her back.
Crisscrossing it were the unmistakable scars left by a whip.
They ran from the top of her ass cheeks to the middle of her back.
The area that was covered by her bathing suit earlier.
They were faded to pink, which told me they weren’t more than a year or two old.
There were some deeper than others. I ran my fingers over them.
My hand shook. I was picturing the pain she had to have endured.
Without saying a word, I dropped to my knees and kissed the first scar.
“Mayhem, what are you doing?” she shrieked.
“What did you call me?” I growled.
“I mean, Jamie, what are you doing?”
“I’m kissing these scars so I can make them better. Do they hurt?”
“They don’t hurt unless the weather gets cold, then sometimes they ache. You don’t have to do that. Come on, stand up.”
“I’m not done. When I get these all kissed, then we’ll rinse and get out,” I told her.
I took my time, but eventually I stood and we hurriedly rinsed off.
Wrapped in towels that I grabbed for us, I took her back to the bedroom and over to the bed.
I picked her up and lightly tossed her into the middle of the mattress.
I crawled on it to join her. I sat with my back to the headboard.
I pulled her half on top of me. She placed her arm over my abs.
“Okay, I’ve seen them. I kissed them. I’ve touched them. We’re all clean. Now tell me what the fuck happened to you? How did you get those scars, Astrid? What ex-lover got out of control?” I snarled.
Her mouth dropped open, and she stared up at me.
“You think a boyfriend did that to me? God, no, it’s not due to kinky games gone badly.
Those scars are why I was discharged from the Navy.
They’re a visible reminder of what ended my Naval career.
I have to bear them every day as a reminder.
They’re my souvenirs from my last mission. ”
My breath rushed out of me, and my gut seized. Oh fuck, this wasn’t good, and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to control myself when she told me. But I had to know, especially if there was a chance it could impact our personal life.
“Go on,” was all I could say.
“Well, first, you have to understand. And I think you will, since you must have seen it in the Army. There are people both in and out of the military who still believe that women shouldn’t serve in the military at all.
Then there are those who think we should be allowed, but only in specific jobs that keep us safe and out of the line of fire.
I battled those two groups my entire career.
“When I went on to pilot training, it grew worse. People would ask me why, as a woman, I would want to endanger myself and be put in a combat situation. They tried to scare me with dark tales or discourage me by telling me how difficult it was for men to become pilots. They predicted I’d wash out in no time. ”
“Except you proved them wrong,” I said.
“I did. I earned my wings, and there were no shortcuts or special treatment to achieve it, despite what was said. I was as qualified as the men. To be honest, I was better than ninety-five percent of the male pilots. That caused its own set of problems. Jealousy was rampant. While I made friends with some of my fellow pilots, many avoided me. Some because they were misogynistic or jealous. Others because they didn’t want to bring heat down on themselves from those first two groups.
“Despite that, I loved being a pilot and believed in what I did in the Navy. I ended up flying missions in several countries. Some are still considered classified. It was my final one before I retired that earned me those scars. They ended my career.”
When she paused, I let her collect herself. I could tell this was difficult for her. After a good minute or more, Astrid continued.
“There was a covert mission. We weren’t advertising that we were even in that country.
The Navy sent in a small group of pilots, just six jets.
They’d gotten intelligence that they believed pinpointed the weapons depot of an enemy who shouldn’t have those types of weapons.
They were a threat not only to their neighbors but to other countries.
It was a night mission, as you can imagine.
“After being briefed and a plan developed with our Command, we took off. I was asked to be the lead pilot. I was the ranking officer as a commander. One of the other pilots, a Lieutenant Commander, strenuously objected, but he was overruled. As we approached our objective, he deviated from the mission. He thought he knew better how we should approach the location. I argued with him, but he refused to listen. He said he wasn’t listening to some fucking female who the Navy only made a pilot to show they were equal opportunity.