You’d think I’d feel thankful forthat, at least a little.
You’d be wrong.
Chapter Twenty
Then
Elsa keeps us hooded all evening, until after she has us sixty-nine, with me on top and pinning the other guy down.
From the way she’s been talking to him, I get the impression he is more comfortable on the bottom in more than one way.
I’m not sure which of us is more horrified, him or me, when she unhoods us at the end of the evening and we recognize each other.
It’s Eddie, one of the guys not just from base, or my fucking unit. Oh, no, that’d be a coincidence, sure, but it’s worse.
He’s in my fuckingbarracks. He’s one of the guys I share a bathroom with. He’s my age, or close to it. While I’m not close to him, like I am Gohber and Kenney, he seems like an okay guy.
I had no clue about this side of him.
“Oh, it’s like you two know each other, hmm?” she asks.
The two of us nod.
From the way her eyes narrow, I can tell she knows more than she let on in the beginning. “Ah, good. I can see you two will get along just fine.” She smiles and rubs both our heads. “You’dbetter.” The smile fades. “Because you are going to want to get along just fine if you want to stay my pets.”
Once she releases for the night, we leave together. Downstairs, before we exit the building, I hold out an arm to stop him. “Dude, do we need to talk? I feel like we should…talk.”
“About what?” He looks at me but his eyes don’t meet mine. “You heard her. I’m not fucking this up. I’m not going to say anything. Don’t fuck me over, I won’t fuck you over.”
We return to base in silence.
With my duty schedule, I’m not going to get a chance to see Elsa for a week. And then she’s going out of town for a week, and I struggle with thinking about who she might be going with or what she’s doing, because she doesn’t volunteer any details.
I know better than to ask.
I don’t know if Eddie gets to see her or not before she leaves town, because I don’t ask him.
We donottalk about this.
At all.
As in, we don’t evenlookat each other if we don’t have to.
Fortunately, it wasn’t like the two of us hung out a lot before. Except now it seems like we’re put together every time we fucking turn around, whether it’s being assigned to the same duty schedule, or ending up at the same table for chow.
It’s been four days since I saw her and I’m crawling the walls. I’m horny as hell. This has been the longest stretch in a while that I haven’t been allowed to come, but rubbing one out doesn’t feel…right.
Not when she told me to be her good boy. I’d do anything to obey her.
Pleasing her makesmefeel good, even if I go through misery in the process.
When I send her my usual good-morning text on day five, I don’t get the expectedgood boyresponse.
Are you horny, boy?
Holy shit, I could drill for oil with the goddamned boner I’ve got. I’ve had cold showers aplenty.
Yes, Mistress.
