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Chapter Four
Hannah
“What the hell?”
Brett grinned, lowering the lid to our biggest pot and the wooden spoon he’d used to make the godawful racket that had me jerking up in bed, my eyes flying open, and my heart slamming against my chest.
“Time to rise and shine.”
Shooting a glance at the clock on my nightstand, I had to blink twice to be sure I was seeing the numbers correctly. “Brett, it’s five-thirty in the morning!”
“I know. Figured I’d give you a break and let you sleep in an extra half-hour. Because this is a special boot camp, instead of five minutes to shit, shower, and shave… and since I took care of shaving you last night, you’ve got ten minutes to use the bathroom, shower, and get dressed. Shorts, t-shirt, socks, and running shoes. Oh, and make sure you wear a support bra.”
I didn’t even want to ask why he added that little caveat. I was still trying to determine if he was joking. Deciding he had to be, I flopped back on the pillow and pulled the covers over my head. When they were immediately yanked down, I could only stare up at him. “Brett, this isn’t funny. It’s Saturday and I’m tired. You kept me up last night.” Not that I’d really minded. After all, he’d been ‘up’ himself—so many times that I’d lost count of how often I’d begged for permission to come.
“Nine minutes and counting,” he said. “If you don’t report in by then, you’ll be going on our run with a little incentive.”
My eyes narrowed. “You can’t spank me. I haven’t broken any of our rules… sir.” That last word I’d thrown in to make sure he understood I wasn’t being disrespectful.
“My camp, my rules.” He looked at the clock. “Eight minutes.”
He left the room and I had a decision to make. Remain in bed and discover if he was just kidding about his insane idea that I’d be a participant in his ridiculous boot camp idea, or heed his words. Sighing, I sat up and the wince of my entire body weight resting on my poor butt reminded me that my husband might be running this camp, but my daddy wouldn’t hesitate to step in and provide an incentive to obey. Pretty sure that encouragement had something to do with the wooden spoon he’d kept tapping against his thigh, I sighed and climbed out of bed. I sure didn’t want another spanking.
Once in the bathroom, I couldn’t resist turning to look over my shoulder to see my ass reflected in the mirror on the back of the door. I was shocked to discover that the welts he’d given me with his belt were gone. There was not a single blemish to show he’d punished me. Reaching back, I poked my buttock and changed my thought. Make that no visible evidence. Pulling my hair up into a high ponytail after I’d used the bathroom, I took the fastest shower of my life. After rummaging in my lingerie drawer to find the sports bra I hadn’t worn in recent memory, I just had time to pull my clothes on. A final glance at the clock had me grabbing my socks and sneakers and racing out of the bedroom.
“You’re late,” the man who was quickly becoming a pain in my ass said as I burst into the kitchen.
“Not more than a few seconds,” I countered.
“Late is late and you’re not in the uniform specified.”
When I just gaped at him, lifting my shoes and socks, he shook his head. Though he smiled, for some reason, it didn’t exactly make me feel forgiven.
“You have a choice, recruit. Drop and give me a reason to be lenient, or drop your shorts and panties and accept the incentive I warned you about.”
“Fine,” I said, dropping my socks and shoes and then going to my hands and knees, bracing myself with my palms flat on the floor. “You better not be expecting fifty. I doubt I can do five,” I said, lowering my torso and trying not to smash my nose into the tile, which I noticed could use a thorough scrubbing. Before I had to attempt to push myself up, wondering when this had become so hard, I squealed as he grabbed a handful of my t-shirt and hauled me up until I was kneeling.
“I didn’t say anything about pushups, soldier.”
“Why else would you want me to drop to my knees then?” When I realized that I was looking at his crotch and saw the bulge that tented the front of his shorts, I could feel my face heating. “Oh!” Tilting my head back, I met his eyes. “Permission to speak freely, sir?”
“Permission granted.”
“I sincerely doubt that there is anything in the army handbook that states an officer has the right to command a recruit give him a blowjob.”
“You’re thinking about the wrong handbook, soldier. I guarantee that in the Brett Griffith book, there is an entire section on penalties paid by the sole recruit enrolled.” He grinned, his lips twitching and his eyebrow lifting. “There is another section on how the officer of the day, that’s me in case you’re wondering, can use any incentives at his disposal to properly motivate his recruit to be all that she can be.”
I honestly didn’t know whether to call him on his bullshit or giggle. But, being a woman not above using her own incentives to sway her man at least a bit, I snapped my hand to my forehead. “Private Hannah reporting for blowjob duty as requested, sir.”
Brett actually saluted back, and once I dropped my hand, he dropped his shorts.
Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, I cupped his balls with the other. Having learned how to please him, I bent down and ran my tongue over his sac as I gently fondled it. His cock twitched in my hold and I smiled. Who is in command now, Major? Of course, I didn’t actually say that out loud. Instead, I continued to take tiny licks and then drew his testicles into my mouth, suckling gently. I loved both the sound of his indrawn breath and the feel of his hand wrapping around my ponytail that I’d inadvertently provided as the perfect handle. After a few moments, I released his balls from my mouth and ran my tongue up the length along the underside of his shaft. Reaching the head, I found it already glistening with pre-cum that had seeped out of the tiny slit of his crown. Tilting my head back, I saw him gazing down, and the smoldering look in his eyes had me quivering. God, he was sexy as shit. Using the tip of my tongue to spread the fluid over the entirety of his cockhead, I opened my lips wide and took him into my mouth.
I didn’t hurry, suckling and licking as I accepted more of him with every bob of my head. When I released him, moving to lick and place little kisses along his shaft, before taking him inside my mouth again, he pulled my head back with nothing more than a tug on my hair.
“Remember, this is a penalty you’re paying. This time take more.”
The command reminded me exactly who was in control. I guided him back into my mouth, taking him much deeper, but obviously not deep enough. The hand in my hair pulled me closer, forcing his cock to nudge against the back of my throat. I couldn’t help but gag as he pulled me even closer. With another tug, he allowed me to breathe. Again and again, he pushed me further than ever before. Drool slipped past my lips, my stomach clenched against the instinct to retch, my lungs protested the freedom to draw in oxygen, and yet I didn’t attempt to push away, allowing submission to flow through me as he took his pleasure and I paid my penalty. He pulled away again.
