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My Quest to Become My Commander’s Mistress #4

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I t had been eight months. Eight months since his hands had been on my naked flesh. Eight long months of madness. No matter how much bait I tossed out there, he wouldn’t bite. Fuck. This was dangerous. Oh, but I knew it was still there. He couldn’t just turn that off. He wasn’t going to be able to resist me forever. He hadn’t forgotten my mouth. My taste. I still caught random glimpses before he quickly averted his eyes. Oh yes, I was still there.

Shortly after everyone returned from the trip, he had extended at least enough courtesy to tell me why he cut me off. The Sergeant that had been sleeping with her deceased troop had sat him down for a talk the morning after our last time together in his hotel room. Told him I was trouble, and I was talking. I was dangerous and he should steer clear of me.

He was expected to lead by example by not falling prey to his desires, especially in front of his team. He also led me to believe that he was feeling too guilty. It had to stop.

Fuck that. I had not given up. I was still on my quest, and I would be damned if he was going to just turn me off like that. He was not in control here. Maybe he had forgotten. Not acceptable, Col Miller.

It was true, I had been talking. It was also true that I was the singular thing that stood in the way of Article 15s. Especially for him. He was the officer. He had a lot to lose. The guilty part was bullshit though. If that’s what he needed to convince himself that he wasn’t a dirty whore himself.

My texts went unanswered. He wasn’t online for messenger. No sneaking away during the day or weekends. But I saw him watching me when I walked away. He obviously had more control than I did.

Ego bruised, I spiraled further down. I had become accustomed to our excursions. My husband was gone all the time. I couldn’t talk openly with the single girlfriend I had. She wanted to fuck my husband. I had little doubt, given the opportunity, she would pounce on him like a cat in heat. Her loyalties lie with him. Not me. I couldn’t trust anyone. Including myself.

It was Saturday night. I was with a stranger at a bar, drunk, on a mission to fill that void. He was a nice enough guy with a small group of friends. He was pretty tasty looking. There were a couple of girls in the group looking down their noses at me. Had I not already been occupied, the three of us might have had to take things outside. I was in no mood to be fucked with. Especially by fucking cunt-ass bitches. I had had my fill of them. I had a particular one in mind that I would love to introduce my heel to.

My phone was next to me on the bar. I had been texting with a guy I met on Ashley Madison all night, so I was periodically checking my messages. The bartender put another shot of Jager in front of me. I raised my glass and recited the only toast I really knew: “Here’s to staying single, seeing double, and sleeping triple!” This guy was a sure deal. What’s his name?

He kept telling me how hot I was, and he couldn’t believe I wasn’t taken. I needed validation. It felt good to be wanted. Not dismissed or abandoned. The night was going well. The liquor was slowly pushing Col Miller further back in my mind. His hands started to find their way onto my body. A shoulder, then the small of my back. Mmmm. It felt nice.

My phone vibrated and lit up. Must be that AM guy. Let’s see what he’s got to say. His wife had just had a baby. He wasn’t fulfilled at home. Our conversations were stimulating enough, and he was feeding my need for attention. And it was an aching need to feed. I couldn’t get enough and the only one’s attention I really wanted was asleep next to his wife. Thinking about me. There’s no way he had forgotten all our lustful interludes. His wife had probably gotten a lot more attention over the past eight months because she was really me.

But it wasn’t a message, it was a missed call. From Col Miller. What the hell?

It had been eight months since his name had shown up on my phone. “One Missed Call.”

Had he accidentally called me? My buzz immediately started to wear off. What was I supposed to do? Call him back? Text him? I was anxious. Whatever I was going to do needed to be done immediately. I told the guy I was with I needed to take a call really quick, so I made my way out of the bar. My heart was beating hard. What if it was an accident and he was lying next to his wife? It was almost 1 am. What would be his reason for getting a call that late?

There was a small group of kids smoking on the curb when I walked out the door. They paid me no mind. I stood looking at my phone. “One Missed Call.”

I debated. Okay, let’s do this. Now or never. I touched to call back. I didn’t expect him to answer. He answered between the second & third ring. What was I going to say?

“Hey,” he answered. God that sexy voice sent shudders thru my body. I felt it between my legs. It had been so long.

“Did you butt dial me?” I asked. I wasn’t going to sound desperate.

“Yeah,” hmm. “Sorry. I took my phone out of my pocket and must’ve called your number.”

“Ah,” I replied, suddenly imagining his five o’clock shadow between my legs. Silence.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

I told him I was out with some friends. Would he get jealous if I told him the truth? Let’s see.

“I’m kind of on a date,” I lied. “Some guy I’ve known for a couple of months.”

Hmm. “Oh really?” Please let that be a bit of jealousy in his voice?

With every bit of self-control I had, “Well, I need to get back inside. Just making sure you didn’t need anything.” He said nope.

“Have a good night, Col Miller,” I said simply.

“Good night, Sergeant Ellis,” he hesitantly replied. Was that remorse in his voice? Longing?

By 3 am, I lay next to someone I didn’t know. The sex was okay, but I didn’t come. I wasn’t fulfilled. Only one man was going to do that for me. I closed my eyes and could smell Col Miller. I could hear his belt buckle. His hmm. I was wet but not from the guy snoring next to me. How did I even end up here? Where was here?

I put my hand between my legs. Slid a finger inside. Put it in my mouth. This is what he was missing. Quietly moaned. I envisioned Col Miller’s dick in my mouth. Throbbing. Begging me for release. Running my tongue up & down his sensitive little scar. His Achilles heel. Him trying to hold off. Me teasing him with my tongue up and down slowly then quickly. God, yes right there. I remembered how he tasted.

My fingers got faster. Circular. My clit was engorged. The ball on my ring hit just the right spot. I arched my back and tried to stifle the sharp pleasure shooting thru me. My toes curled. The guy next to me stirred. Did he hear?

Once my breathing had steadied, I got up and I looked through the blinds. My car was parked outside. I must’ve driven here. Wasted. Where are my keys? They must be in my bag. Where is my bag? Where is here? My bag was lying on the floor next to the bed. My keys were in there. So was my wallet. Whew.

I hope there’s not an alarm on the doors. I quietly made my way through the pile of people lying all over the place, being careful not to step on anyone. I don’t know any of these people. No alarm. Thank god.

My car was parked across the grass. I had no memory of putting it there. I have a problem. I got in and quickly made my way home to my sleeping husband who hadn’t even known I was gone. I put on my SpongeBob PJs and quietly slipped into bed next to him and prayed he didn’t want sex. I had already pretended it was Col Miller once.

This pretending was getting old. How much longer was he going to make me wait?

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My Quest to Become My Commander’s Mistress #1

My Quest to Become My Commander’s Mistress #2

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