OBSESSION

Obsession

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Chapter 18





I stumbled away from the entrance of the tent as fast as my little legs would carry me, expecting all the time for a strong, pale hand to grab at my ankle and drag me back. Scurrying over and down the nearest sand dune, I did what I said I was going to do….I emptied my bladder.



“Want to hold mine while I go?”



I looked back up the slope, to see Belford standing at the top, staring down at me, a stupid grin playing about his lips. Ignoring what he said, I gave my cock a quick little shake, and then tucked it back safely within the confines of my clothing.



Making my way back up, I made to barge past the boy, but he grabbed at my sleeve, twisting me around and clutching me tightly. He leant into my ear, and whispered…..“I know what you were doing with the General last night Aspen…and unless you let me have some of the same, everyone back at base will know what a dirty little slut you are.”



I shoved at him really hard, pushing him away from me. I hadn’t wanted the General to touch me last night. And I certainly didn’t want this idiot anywhere near me! His hand shot out and grabbed me again, only this time he hauled me back by my hair. He yanked hard, and I felt tears come to my eyes. As he spun me around, I had my fist raised ready to punch at his face.



But he was quicker than I thought, and easily caught and held my balled hand at bay, centimetres from his nose. He chuckled. “Feisty little thing, aren’t you? Good, because I like it when you struggle…turns me on.”



Instinctively, I stood still.



“Aw,” he said, noticing my sudden unmoving state. “And here was me thinking you were going to be fun to play with.”



“What do you want?” I asked, trying to keep the anger and fear out of my voice.



“You….” he laughed, lowering his head to mine. I turned away from him, and his lips made contact with the side of my face instead of my mouth. That didn’t stop him though. He stuck his tongue out, and began licking around my earlobes, trailing wetly down my neck.



“Ohhh, what have we here?” he remarked. I looked at him puzzled. What was he talking about. “You have a massive great big hickey….A love bite…A mark of claiming…” he explained, seeing the confused look in my eyes. “The General has bit you, showing everyone that he’s taken you,” he said, trailing a finger against my throat.



I suddenly remembered last night, and the General sucking on my neck. And the way I had loved it. My hand flew to my throat, and with trembling fingers I felt the skin that Belford had just touched. I couldn’t feel anything.



“Don’t believe me?” he asked. He pulled his backpack off his shoulders and rummaged around inside for a few moments, before drawing out his small shaving mirror. “Here, take a look for yourself,” he said, thrusting the reflecting glass at me.



With trembling fingers, I took it from him, and gazed into its shiny surface….and watched as my face drained of colour. He hadn’t been lying. It was huge. A great big, blood red mark on the side of my neck, standing out for all to see. I felt sick. Everyone would know…..Everyone would talk. I would be an object of ridicule. Why hadn’t I stopped him?



“I have some cream that will get rid of that mark in seconds, you know,” Belford stated, matter-of-factly. I looked eagerly at him, my hopes beginning to rise. “And, its yours…..if……..” He left the rest of his sentence unspoken. I finished it for him…..



“If….if I…If I sleep with you?” He laughed at me, nodding his head.



With a shaking hand, I offered the mirror back to him. And didn’t try to pull away this time when he grabbed me and pulled me close.



“You will give the cream to me, won‘t you?” I asked, panicking.



“Oh yeah,” he said, still laughing. “You’ll have all the cream from me you can handle.” He put a finger under my chin, and forced up my face, staring at me. “But don’t worry. I won’t make you to do it out here now, this minute. But later tonight, when its cooler, and when the General is sleeping. And when I have finished with you then, then I’ll give you.... the cream.”



Not if I’m able to find it first and steal it from you, I thought. But I had to let him think I was going to go along with his plan.



I opened my mouth to speak, and he took the opportunity I presented to attach himself to my face, his mouth covering mine. My hands went up to his chest, and for a moment I knew I wanted to push him from me. But then I also realized that if I did, he would definitely withhold the special cream from me, maybe even destroy it, and I would have to walk around all the other men back at base marked like a harlot.



Choosing the lesser of the two evils for now, I opened my mouth, and let his tongue invade me. I was shocked to discover that his kiss wasn’t as sweet as the Generals had been. Belford’s lips were dry and chapped, rough and hurtful against my own…whereas the Generals lips had been soft and smooth, warm and enticing. I was quite surprised to find there was a difference between the two men. I never knew that. I thought all kisses would be the same.



One of his hands that was wrapped around my waist, now began to go lower down my body, cupping my ass cheek. My mind began to race. He said he wouldn’t do it here. Had he lied? Did I dare to stop him….Did I…..



“AHEM!”



On hearing the short, sharp bark, I recoiled from Belford as if his contact burned me. I knew straight away who it was standing there, and my face flushed with embarrassment. The General had seen button boy kissing me. I couldn’t look at him, the shame on my face plain to see.



“When you are both quite ready,” the General said, his tone quietly intimidating, “You can begin to dismantle the accommodation.”



With a slap at my ass, Belford ran off laughing towards the little tent. I just stood there. I really, really didn’t want to follow him. I didn’t want him to think he could kiss me again. I didn’t like his kisses. I liked the Generals kisses better.



Thinking of the General, and the way he had kissed me last night, I found my eyes drawn upwards. I stared at him, standing there, dressed only in his leather pants and ankle length black coat. He looked stunning, and I so wanted to go across and taste his sweet lips once again. But then I remembered what he had tried to do to me after giving me his kisses. And I didn’t want to be with him either.



I looked across to where Belford was, busy dismantling the canvas shelter. And looked back again towards the General….Who was the worse of the two? Whose company could I bear to stand the most?



Suddenly, the General made a movement, and my eyes were captivated by him. He was having an early morning stretch….and I watched spell bound, as his coat slipped open, and his magnificent bare chest was revealed. I could feel myself getting hard watching him…and I thanked all the gods in heaven that he had his eyes closed, that he wasn’t aware of me staring at him. In my mind, I was back in that little tent with him last night, and he had his arms wrapped around me…and he was kissing me…and kissing me….and ……



“Hey Aspen…..You gonna stand around all day just looking pretty? Get over here and help.”



The sound of Belfords voice pulled me out of my trance. Plus the fact I heard the General laughing. I felt my face go beet red. So, he had seen me watching him….How fucking embarrassing.



I ran from him, to cover up my shame and humiliation by helping Belford dismantle and pack everything away. It didn’t take us long. Soon, both our backpacks were filled. Luckily for me, Belford seemed to have stowed most of the stuff in his pack.



We had barely put the packs on our backs, when General Zaphara began to walk off. I had to hurry to catch up with him, he walked so fast. And he continued to walk fast for most of the day.



Within a few minutes, I was sweating. Why the hell hadn’t I taken off my pyjama bottoms? The sun was pounding down on my head, and there was no breeze to help cool me down. My booted feet kept sinking in the soft sand, and the heavy pack rubbed against my shoulders.



By mid day, I felt light headed. We’d been walking non stop for over six hours. My clothes were drenched, and I desperately needed more water. I had finished my supply off an hour before.



My vision started to swirl. I was having trouble keeping the General in focus. He seemed to be moving further and further away from me, and that meant I had to keep trying to go faster, so I could catch up with him. My breath was coming in short pants, my mouth and throat dry. I started slipping to my knees, forcing myself back up onto my feet with every ounce of strength I could muster. Until the last time I fell.



This last sand dune had been too much for me. Almost at the top, I collapsed, and rolled all the way back to the bottom. I could move no more. I just lay there, closing my eyes, wanting to rest…just for five minutes. I would be alright after just five minutes.



“Sir….Sir….” I vaguely heard someone call out. “Um…Cadet Aspen, Sir…he’s….I….I think he fainted, Sir.”



I didn’t know who this person was talking to, and I didn’t care. I was just drifting off peacefully….



“Is…is he dead, Sir?”



Am I dead, I wondered.



“No, he’s not fucking dead.” I heard a voice bark. So, I wasn’t dead. Good, so go away now and leave me alone then. “No one dies while they’re with me….Not without my permission.” But I wanted to….Just go away…



“What are we going to do with Aspen, Sir?”



You’re going to fuck off, you’re going to let me rest here….just let me rest here…..



I’m not sure if I said the words aloud or not….All I can remember is being lifted. And being held. And from somewhere deep in my memory, I recognized the scent of whoever it was holding me. It was a nice scent, a pleasing scent.



And I inhaled it deeply one last time, before falling into darkness.