Aftercare: General's Daughter, Book 4 (2 page)

“Oh, come on. You know I was playing,” Sam whined, taking a
step back from him.

“I made a promise that you would get it when we got home. We
are home and you are getting it. I’m old but my memory is still very much
intact.”

“Are you sure? I mean, you’re a physicist. That’s an oxymoron—
OOOW! DADDY, help me!” she yelled as she felt her uncle’s hand swipe across her
upper left thigh. He yanked her across his lap, pinning her down as he peeled
off her panties, unbothered by her useless attempt to wriggle away. That same
hand unmercifully found its soft, round target a good fifty times before
letting go. She scrambled out of his reach, sniffling as she adjusted herself.

“I can’t believe how mean you are!”

“Yes, I know, and I can’t believe how big of a mouth you
have. Oh, stop the drama, you aren’t even red. Go get your stuff ready for work
tomorrow. Hurry now,” he ordered gruffly.

“Butthead,” she muttered under her breath, quickly leaving to
obey.

“I heard that!”

***

Michael picked Jen up at her dorm for her first day of work. She
was very quiet and fidgeting uncomfortably.

“Should I ask how it went with Rich?”

“Terrible. I’m so sorry Mike. You have my word, I will never
touch that shit again.”

“I accept. How’s your bottom?”

“It hurts terribly. I can’t believe I ever fantasized about
it.”

“Hmm. Would you consider me making all better?” he asked,
eyeing her.

“Don’t we have to get to work?”

“I’m the boss. I can be a little late. We can swing by my
house for a bit. Let me just tell my sister.” He hit the cell icon on his
dashboard, with a smile, “ Sammi? I’m running a bit late. I’ll be there about
nine. Could you have the reports ready for me to review?”

“Sure. I hope you make it all better.” She giggled. She was
on to him.

“I’m going to try. Thanks, baby.” Michael hung up. “Don’t
know what I’d do without her.”

“She’s great. So no one is home?” Jen asked, getting out of
the car.

Michael held the door open for her. The house was quiet with
the morning sun shining through. He took her hand and led her upstairs to his
bedroom. It was decorated with a modern appeal of metal and leather, but very
warm and masculine, giving a sense of sanctuary. Jen sat on his large high bed
carefully, watching him.

He closed the door and returned, holding his arms out for her
to join him. His lips stroked her face, her neck, and the inside of her elbows;
she was left weak from his touch. Slowly, he pulled off her blouse and began to
cover her torso with gentle kisses and nibbles. Her slacks followed and his
lips traced her stomach and thighs.

“Are you okay?” he asked, returning to her throat. She could
only groan. He expertly unhooked her bra, releasing her pale soft breasts. Her
dark pink nipples were already hard and welcomed his mouth. She trembled,
lifting herself to him, and boldly reached for his manhood.

“No, no, this time it is all about you,” he said with a
smile, pinning her arms above her head with one hand. He had learned long ago
that his height and strength was an advantage, allowing his mouth easy access
while still keeping his partner helpless. Jen moaned louder, every inch of her
body screaming for release. Without a word, Michael flipped her to her stomach
tracing her back with his fingers and his lips, and then slowly peeling her
pale blue panties down to expose her still red and bruised bottom.

“This is absolutely lovely,” he whispered, gently running his
lips and tongue over her sore and well-colored backside. He pulled the panties
off, kissing the backs of her knees and inner thighs, not allowing her to move
other than to squirm under his caresses. She was wet with want of him, and he
inhaled her scent deeply. It was beautiful, warm, earthly and calling to be
tasted. Gently, he turned her to her back and slowly settled his mouth upon
her, his tongue and lips gently probing and sucking; he inserted his long fingers
deep inside her, stroking in and out until she screamed, engulfing his hand
strongly. She had tears on her face when she finally was able to talk again. He
stroked and kissed her breasts, waiting patiently.

“That hurt so incredibly good,” she whispered. She looked at
him. “I need you in me.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, stroking her clit gently once
again.

Yes, she was sure. She was also protected, so she eagerly
assured him that no other means were needed.

He stripped confidently before her, smiling as he stood with
his hands on his hips for her appraisal. “I’m guessing you like what you see?”
he teased as she stared in awe at his beautiful body. His penis was very large
and rigid against his stomach, the circumcised head already showing a dew drop
of pre-cum.

“I have never seen a more beautiful cock,” Jen growled,
reaching hungrily for him, guiding him towards her mouth. He lifted his eyebrow
as she circled the tip with her tongue, tasting him. Her eyes were closed as
she pulled him into her mouth and began to suckle gently on the thick rod. His
sensitive flesh was warm and velvety against her lips and she groaned with
appreciation as her tongue memorized every fold and dip of his magnificent
instrument. Michael clutched the poster of the bed, finding it difficult to
remain standing as pleasure caused him to tremble.

Jen slowly pulled his cock from her mouth and scooted back on
the bed as she led him not-to-gently towards her waiting pussy. Michael
chuckled at her impatience and very gently, aware of his size, eased his wet,
throbbing tip into her dew covered entrance, gritting his teeth as he fought
not to plunge into her.

Unsatisfied with his tenderness, Jen pressed herself down to
engulf him completely, gasping with pleasure as he stretched her fully. She
began to pump her hips against his, moaning as the length of his shaft caressed
every nerve of her womanhood.

Their rhythm increased with Michael’s lunges becoming more
pronounced as the height of their joy grew closer. Jen wrapped her legs around
his back, demanding he move harder, faster, give her all of him. Willingly, he
complied, and launched himself strongly against her womb. Jen screamed,
clinging tightly to his iron-hard body and waves of delight sent her spinning;
she had never felt so completely filled before. Michael’s growl accompanied her
as he spilled himself deep in her body, her muscular walls clutching him
tightly and milking every drop from his generous manhood.

“Oh my god,” she finally forced out in a strained whisper.

Michael collapsed next to her, holding her close against his
hardened chest. A light sheen of perspiration dotted his forehead as he fought
to catch his own breath. “Ditto. You felt so wonderful and you taste delicious.”

“Thanks.” Jen blushed, still panting as he kissed her again. “I
have never felt anything like you. You fit so well in me.”

“Mmm,” he murmured, nuzzling her throat as he gently stroked
her naked breast.

 
“Mike? Um, this
might be weird, but do you like anal sex?” Jen asked cautiously, pulling his
hand to her stomach as it began to travel down again.

“Yep. I like it all. I could hurt you, though.”

“Not now, but in the future. We could work up to it. While
you spank me. Nicely.” She grinned.

He hugged her, opening his eyes, “My little sex kitten. It
would be my pleasure. Feel better?”

“Much. Do we have to go to work?”

“Yes, we do. But we’ll have more time together later. Do you
want to shower?”

“Yes, together,” she said smiling as she rose. She also
realized, for the first time, that she did not feel ashamed of her body. This
beautiful, sexy man loved it as it was, and that was the only thing that
mattered.

***

Michael escorted Jen to the lab after getting her ID and
paperwork settled. His sister was in her office on the computer, finishing her
reviews from the panel reading from the previous week. Jen, never having seen
the girl in uniform before, was momentarily surprised.

“Why the Charlies, Sis?” Michael asked, eyeing the olive
green skirt and khaki short-sleeved shirt with her rank on the epaulets and
multiple ribbons and medals on the pocket. Black pumps completed the picture. Her
hair was up in a bun as well.

“I have a formal meeting with the Navy Seals group from the
battleship in dock. My team thought it would be best for me to wear this. They
said the heels make me look taller and more professional.”

“You look more intimidating as well. You’re wearing your
purple heart, I see.”

“The boys wanted me to go all out. I offered to wear blue,
but they said they couldn’t see my ass under the jacket.” She grinned. “They
still haven’t decided if that view was for manipulation or for their own
enjoyment.”

Michael shook his head, looking at Jen. “She is the Special
Ops Recon Leader on this base. Her men will try anything to get a rise out of
her.”

“It’s a little sexist, isn’t it?” Jen asked.

Michael nodded. “Very much so. And God help anyone else who
treats her that way. Those boys would kill them. Let’s get you settled in. Is
here okay, Sam?”

“Perfect. I’ve got the cubby and system all set up for her. Jen,
this is Frank. He’s going to be training you on the operating system. Nick? Come
here, please. Nick is responsible for all monitoring systems. These two will be
your best friends. Gentlemen, Jen is starting her sophomore year at UCSD in
marine bio. She’s been cleared. She also is a very close personal friend of my
brother, so no flirting,” the girl added with a whisper. Frank and Nick nodded.

“Gotcha, Sam. We’ll watch out for her. Miss Carter, we want to
welcome you to the seal unit,” Frank said. “Let me show you around.”

“What part of ‘no flirting’ did he not hear?” Sam asked Nick.

“Your guess is as good as mine. When’s your meeting?”

“I need to leave now. Please help Mike with those reports. I
left him everything on his desk. And take care of my girl, okay? I want her to
learn as much as she can.”

“Yes ma’am. You can count on me.”

“I know I can, thank you. Mike? I’m leaving. I’ll be back by
chow.”

“Have fun.” Michael waved. His mind kept drifting to his morning
with Jen. Anal sex, huh? He smiled to himself.

“…calculations. They’re all wrong.”

“What? I’m sorry, Nick, I was somewhere else,” Michael
answered, coming back to reality.

“I could tell. Is everything okay?”

“It’s more than okay. It’s— what’s that racket?”

“It’s coming from the whale tank.”

 
“Ton.”

They ran in to see Frank completely soaked and sitting on the
upper deck inside the walled area. Jen was leaning against a corner, laughing. Ton,
on his ramp, snorted and snapped his jaws.

“What’s going on?” Michael asked, slipping on the neuroband. Ton
flashed images at him quickly, causing Michael to shake his head.

“Listen, buddy, I’m not your calf. Slow down. One at a time. Oh…
no. She’s fine. Thank you, but you don’t need to worry. Yes… After feeding. No,
not yet. Huh? I’m not being an elephant seal. Jerk.”

Nick was helping Frank up during the conversation. “What’s
going on, Mike?”

“Apparently, Ton interpreted Frank’s actions towards Jen as
inappropriate. He was protecting her honor. He demanded that Sam come here
immediately to intervene.” Michael chuckled.

“What did I do?” Frank asked.

“You touched her.” Michael smiled.

“I was helping her up the fuckin’ ladder, that’s all.”

“Language. Ton doesn’t care why you touched her. He’s decided
she needs protecting. Hey, he called ME an elephant seal because I wouldn’t let
her dive with him yet.”

“Someone needs to tell that damn whale that he’s only
oversized sardine. Son of a—”

“Frank, cool it. I know you’re pissed. This isn’t the first
time you’ve been soaked by the bastard. Go take a break and get dried off. Be
back after chow. No arguments.”

“Yes, sir. Excuse me, ma’am,” Frank grumbled, storming away. Jen
continued to laugh, accepting Michael’s hand down the ladder.

“Lt. Quimby? General J on the phone for you,” a voice
announced over the intercom.

“Welcome to my world. Nick, please show her the systems, and
no touching.” Michael picked up the phone line from the tank area, “Hey Scott,
what can I help you with?”

“I just wanted to know how your little detour this morning
faired.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“So nothing?”

“Scott, if every morning was like this one, I’d be up before
dawn without complaining. Now lay off.”

“Why are you being an asshole? What’s going on over there? Did
your sister do something?”

“I’m not being an asshole. I’m trying to run a unit with a
temperamental and overprotective killer whale who soaks my crew when he’s not
happy. He’s decided that Jen belongs to him too. Damn whale.”

“That’s not going to change. Where’s your sister? I need to
talk to her about the specimen collection she wants to schedule on ship.”

“Recon meeting with North Island Seals in from the battle
cruiser. The boys made her dress in Charlies.”

“It’s the way that skirt hugs her ass. Okay, I’ll swing by there.
Talk to you later.”

“Bye, Scott. Yes?” Michael looked up at two more of his crew
waiting at the door to his office. More fires. It was noon by the time he
finally could get to his reports.

“What should I call you when I’m here?” Jen asked, tapping on
his door.

“Hi, sweetie. Come on in. If you haven’t noticed, I have an
OPEN DOOR POLICY,” he shouted across the room “and NO PRIVACY! Call me Mike
like everyone else does. Only go formal if you don’t recognize someone. How are
you doing?”

“There is so much to learn. Nick’s really helpful. I can’t
believe how busy you are.”