Chapter 4 - Simon

It's Monday morning and I know I'm meant to be on bed rest but if I spend any more time in my room alone I'll die of dehydration. There's only so many times I can jerk off to the thought of Sam bouncing on my cock. I am obsessed already and this is dangerous - for her. 

Somehow, she seems to forget that I am formidable. I am Ghost, I am the shadow, I am a killer. Men don't look me in the eye, women don't walk on the same side of the street, children cry and animals run and hide. But Sam looks at me like I'm some loveable boyfriend, someone you'd bring home to your parents, a good man. I am not. I am the man your parents warn you about not invite in for tea. I have killed so many people I couldn't even hazard a guess of the number. Men, women, children, guilty, innocent - it doesn't matter to me when I have my orders. So why is it that I spent Sunday night on a tiny uncomfortable sofa watching trash TV, making pasta, drinking wine and spinning the sexiest little thing around the kitchen till she got dizzy. Jesus fuck I need to get a grip - or maybe punch something - or someone. 

Rather than leave the confines of this base and murder an innocent human being before the sun comes up because I want to sink my cock into the base nurse for quite possible the 100th time in 24 hours, I wake up the newest recruits at 5:05 am demanding they run laps and do push ups until they vomit on themselves. That should make me feel a bit better. And it does - until a certain little vixen comes striding out of her door, wearing almost nothing to go for a run. Sam must have heard me screaming commands at the recruits and decided to tease me - that will get her punished. She never runs outside if she can help it, she prefers the treadmill. I've watched her a lot over the past few weeks of being on base together. We've fallen into a habit of spending our nights together, she's quite a shy little kitten but so eager to please. She trusts me to do whatever I want with her. Little does she know, the fucking her while she's gagged and bound may be fucking unbelievable, it's got nothing on listening to her soft snore as she nestles into my chest and leaves a trail of dribble down my chest. In those few hours each night, watching her sleep against my chest, I'm just a man, not a monster. I don't deserve those moments of peace but it doesn't mean I won't steal them anyway. 

Looking back to Sam, she stands at her door, adjusting her hair and putting on her music. I can't help but stare and I know she can feel my eyes on her. There's a slight blush creeping across her cheeks. She grabs her phone and I think she's just changing the song until my phone pings in my pocket. I pull it out and see her name on my screen.

Sam: You're still meant to be on bed rest Si *angry face emoji*

Thank god for my mask because if these recruits saw me smile like a fucking school girl I'd have to kill them and that's a fuck tonne of paperwork. I lift my eyes to hers locking in on her instantly. I decide to blow her a kiss and wink, fuck if the recruits see I don't care. She's mine. I turn away from her and she starts to run, heading towards us but keeping herself on the outer edge of the field. Fuck she looks so good. 

I don't know how I've managed to keep my hands off her around everyone else but every time we exchange a glance across the chow hall or pass each other in a meeting my dick gets hard and I know I have about fifteen minutes before I'll be balls deep in her little pussy. We have kept our relationship a secret but I don't know if that's what I want anymore. I want the world to know I'd watch it burn for her. I'd do anything she wanted, I'd give her the world wrapped in a pink bow if she asked. 

"Get the fuck up recruits! Burpees NOW. As many as you can before you pass out. If I don't think you're trying hard enough I'll add weight to your vests. NOW GO!"

I know how intimidating I am, my mask hides all sense of humanity. They see no kindness in my eyes, only demons. A few of these recruits have pissed themselves already but this is nothing compared to the field. I'll break them in. I may not be cleared for active duty right now but I can still torture. I look at my watch, 5:40am. 

Apparently my girl has distracted these boys and they need to learn a lesson. I watch them as they catcall her, whistling in her direction. 

"MATTHEWS, HERE NOW!" I bark at the only one who's name I remember and he visibly jumps out of his skin. Good, the little fuck's about to learn a very valuable lesson. 

Matthews rushes towards me with his tail tucked between his legs not lifting his eyes to mine. "Sir, yes Sir," he quivers beneath me. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I growl at him hearing his little friends start to giggle behind me. I turn and shoot them a 'shut the fuck up before I make you vomit blood' look. They all turn and immediately start throwing themselves to the ground for more burpees. 

"Umm, the nurse is so fucking hot so we...we whistled to her" Matthews raises his voice trying to sound brave in front of his peers. Wrong fucking answer. 

I lean down, grabbing him tightly by both shoulders, my fingers digging in hard and he finally makes eye contact with me. None of that bravado sticks around. I start to push him down to the floor, his knees bending and his eyes pleading for mercy. My eyes harden through my mask and a wolfish grin spreads across my face "Well...Matthews, I'm about to teach you a little lesson about looking at what's mine".