Mark walked inside to see McAllister coming down the stairs in full uniform and his elite unit filed in with their kit and Freddie frowned closing the door, “Mark, this isn’t a fucking safe house!”
Mark shook his head, “Red, I know and it’s not ideal but he’s off the grid here so he’s safer here than anywhere else. You didn’t mind yesterday.”
“His elite unit hadn’t moved in yesterday Mark. I’m on fucking leave and I was enjoying my own fucking company”
Mark was speaking with McAllister and Wolf watched her, “How have you managed to get the Guv the relax Sergeant? He’s like a completely different fucking bloke today.”
Freddie watched Wolf, “Yeah, he has calmed down a bit, hasn’t he?”
Dhillon shook his head, “Have you been sucking on his cock a bit Sergeant?”
Freddie laughed out loud, “I have fucking not Dhillon.”
McAllister looked across to Dhillon and Mark frowned, “How has she managed to lift your mood exactly Guv?”
McAllister watched Mark, “Exactly Mark? She listened to me, cooked for me, fed me wine and put me to bed at ten o’clock in the evening and we slept separately. It was nice to forget for a while at least that the outside world existed.”
Mark watched him, “Do I need to worry about your relationship with my sister Guv?”
McAllister turned his head to look directly at Freddie, “Seriously Mark, she’s a fucking skirt and you know how I feel about women in the fucking Armed Forces. It’s a fucking disgrace.”
Everyone heard exactly what McAllister had said and Freddie frowned looking to Wolf, “Take him to a fucking safe house. Get him out of my fucking home. Now!”
She walked across to the door opening it and pointed outside, “Fuck off the lot of you.”
Mark frowned hard at McAllister, “Well done Guv.”
Mark approached Freddie showing his hands, “Red, please don’t kick us out. I’ll have a fucking word with him.”
Freddie shook her head, “Even if he fucking crawled over here on his hands and fucking knees, I’m not fucking interested. I’m well aware of his fucking intolerance of women in the Armed Forces which is why our paths will never cross which is just as fucking well because right now I want to kill him my fucking self.”
Wolf raised one eyebrow, “Does it have to be the Guv who crawls over to you Sergeant? I might be up for that, you’re fucking gorgeous!”
Freddie folded her arms frowning more but now at Wolf who was watching her intently and Mark closed the door shaking his head at Wolf, “Be very careful Wolf, you might get more than you bargained for!”
Freddie hit Mark lightly with the back of her hand, “Shut up.”
Wolf laughed and Mark raised his hands walking back to McAllister and Freddie gestured Wolf to her, “I could do with a laugh, come on then Wolfie. Let’s see what kind of a man you really are.”
Freddie took her mobile selecting a picture that she’d taken of McAllister whilst he had been submissive to her and sent it to McAllister whose phone pinged that he’d had a message, but he didn’t react to it and Freddie replaced her phone and pulled a face at Wolf, “Yep, all mouth and no trousers, about fucking right.”
She took a bottle of rum from her sideboard and a glass and opened the door, “Mark, you’re in charge. If my Base call I’m going to be where I was yesterday. Take a fucking message.”
She walked out leaving Mark to frown at McAllister, “This is my sister’s fucking house. You’re here as her fucking guest. Have some fucking respect.”
McAllister frowned hard, “If I follow her out to the summer house can I have some privacy?”
Mark watched him, “Then depends how you intend to apologise Guv.”
The men sniggered and McAllister picked up a glass from the sideboard and the bottle of whiskey he’d enjoyed a shot of the previous day and nodded, “I intend to apologise privately gentlemen.”
Freddie was sitting outside the summer house and saw McAllister approaching with his unit watching and drained her glass pushing it back onto the table and sat back in her chair, relaxed.
McAllister put his glass on the table, “May I please join your Sergeant? I want to apologise. I said what I did for effect, in front of my Unit, to reinforce my position and I have offended you. For that, I apologise, unreservedly.”
Freddie gestured the chair next to her, “Join me as my equal Sir.”
He sat down next to her, gesturing her glass, “Another?”
Freddie nodded and he picked up her bottle and poured her a generous shot, before gesturing the whiskey, “May I join you Sergeant?”
Freddie picked up the bottle and poured him the same generous shot he’d given her and placing it on the palm of her hand, she offered it to him and as he took it he shook his head, “Which do you prefer, being dominant or submissive?”
Freddie picked her own glass up and touched his glass with her before sipping it, “I prefer which ever one I’m doing at the time, they each have their own rewards though. However, it’s through submission that I manage to reset my brain.”
McAllister nodded, “Oh, I understand that one myself. I have thoroughly enjoyed being submissive to you... mostly... but I’ve an inkling so far, you’ve been holding back somewhat.”
Freddie watched him intently, “So far. I know I‘ve already pushed you out of your comfort zone a couple of times. That was fun. Watching you squirm on your knees. When you didn’t wash me between my legs, why did you flush if you weren’t embarrassed?”
McAllister shook his head watching her whilst leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, “Oh it definitely wasn’t embarrassment I was feeling Sergeant. It was desire, lust and it took every ounce of strength I had to just remain kneeling there and not throw you to the floor and fuck you there and then.”
He shook his head, “Telling me to clean you with my fucking tongue nearly tipped me over the fucking edge, especially when you told me off... You know, you taste absolutely divine and I can’t wait to do that to you, again.”
“So, do you wish I’d done anything differently?”
He shook his head, “No. You can be meaner though. I can take some pain but I’m not masochistic.”
She nodded, “Meaner? I’m not going to be mean for meanness sake. I’ll do something because it pleases me. I’m not a very good mean person. I can however, do strict.”
He nodded, “Yes you can.”
She smiled, “What can’t I do to you?”
He sat back shaking his head, “You can’t break my skin or physically injure me... not interested in scat, or blood. Death would be very bad. Public humiliation... “
He remembered he’d had a message and took his phone from his pocket looking at the message and seeing the picture of himself eating off the floor and frowned, “Ok, you have my full attention. How many more photographs do you have?”
Freddie replied, “A few Sir including one of the breakfast tray this morning.”
“Do you intend to coerce me Sergeant?”
She laughed, “No, not unless you want me to coerce you Sir?”
McAllister’s eyes moved to the house and Freddie turned to see Wolf coming outside and pulled a curious face, “This will be interesting. Wolf’s clocked that I’m dominant.”
McAllister flashed her a look and she laughed, “Don’t worry Sir, I won’t out you.”
As Wolf drew near McAllister asked, “What are you doing out here Wolf? I told you all that I wanted privacy.”
Wolf nodded, “I know Guv, but Mark insisted that one of us is out here with you whilst you’re both drinking. Sergeant Mason is perfectly capable of bodyguarding you whilst she’s sober, that’s not in dispute.”
Freddie watched him, “Well, that’s good to know Wolfie.”
He shook his head, “You have no respect for my rank do you Sergeant?”
Freddie sipped her drink contemplating her answer and McAllister raised an eyebrow, “I believe the Major asked you a question Sergeant.”
Freddie nodded, “I know Sir. I’m trying to find the best way to word what I want to say without either of you ganging up on me and putting me on a fucking charge.”
McAllister asked, “Would you like me to put my fingers in my ears Sergent?”
Freddie shook her head and stood, moving directly in front of Wolf and standing incredibly close to him she cocked her head to one side, “I’d got the impression inside Sir, that it wasn’t my respect that you wanted but then you bottled it. All mouth and no fucking trousers. I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be. Sir.”
The disrespect in Freddie’s tone of voice was unmistakable and Wolf raised his hand to her and she caught his wrist, yanking him around and holding him with his arm twisted up behind his back painfully and with her knife now in her hand she showed him the blade before pressing the flat of the blade hard against his neck, “You’re making this so fucking difficult Sir.”
McAllister shook his head, “Just pretend I’m not here.”
Freddie spoke into Wolf’s ear now, “I can feel you shaking Sir, but it’s not in fear of me cutting you, it’s the amount of effort it’s taking you to just stand there without taking my fucking head off.”
Wolf frowned, “Believe me, that’s not fucking it. I don’t want to fucking fight you.”
Freddie laughed, “What are you saying Wolfie? That you want to fuck me? That’s not happening. You’re nothing. Worthless.”
Wolf frowned, “Guv, are you going to just sit there? Put her on a fucking charge.”
McAllister shook his head, “Wolf, I’m in enough fucking trouble with the Sergeant already. I told you, I’m not fucking here.”
Wolf turned his head towards McAllister, “I’m presuming this is off the record Guv?”
McAllister nodded, “Most definitely Wolf and I expect total discretion.”
Wolf nodded, “Goes without saying Guv.”
Freddie frowned, “Have you two finished fucking chatting?”
Wolf nodded and she sheathed her knife as she released his wrist and gave him a shove making him take a step away from her and watched him ball his fists. She picked up her glass and walked into the summer house where she sat down on the day bed shaking her head but turned it towards the door as Wolf entered and immediately dropped to his knees and crawled to her and she pulled a face, “I don’t want your submission now Wolf. Not when you want to give it to me.”
Wolf was silent, wounded and she watched him with disgust, “It’s not about what you want Wolf. It’s about me and what you can do for me and right now, you’re worthless to me.”
Freddie watched the hurt in his eyes and gestured the door with her head, “You can’t bodyguard the Colonel and be in here Wolf. Fuck off back outside.”
Wolf stood easily with his hands balled and just for a moment Freddie thought he was going to hit her but he moved away, walking to the door and outside.
… to be continued |
