Castles Burning Part Two (11 page)

My breath caught in my throat at his words
and at the sight of his eyes roaming all over my body. His thick black hair begged to be pulled but I held my hands still at my sides, slowly he turned his face up to mine. I inhaled sharply and my eyes widened as he slid his left hand, which held no ring, around my back, inside my coveralls and up the back of my shirt. He pulled me to him, holding me close, my breasts in his face as he looked up at me. He rested his palm in the arch of my lower back, and as my breasts heaved in front of him he let his eyes drop to them appreciatively. I felt like I might fall apart.

“When a man possesses a woman with your passion, he has a duty.” He told me as his right hand sought the seam of my white shirt and lifted it slightly up to show my belly button,
his delicate touches raised the tiny hairs along my flesh. He smiled brightly and his thumb caressed the skin between my navel and my pubic bone. “He must entice her. Excite her.” He said bringing his lips to my stomach, his dense stubble scratching across my sensitive skin.

Slowly his hand came away fr
om my back and both of them slid to my shoulders as he stood up before me, his fingers under my coveralls. I looked up at him and watched him press them down my back, he stopped when my upper body was exposed, and the sleeves that were rolled up to my elbows caught. They still covered my forearms and he held them behind my back, looking down at me pensively before he suddenly twisted the dark blue material into a knot, pinning my arms together behind my back. He savagely spun me around by my wrists, planting my back against his front. I gasped as his hands found my breasts and massaged them brutally, his mouth seeking out my neck. His fingers came up to the collar of my white shirt and I saw the muscles in his forearms flex as he violently tore the material apart, and then yanked my bra down freeing my breasts over the tops of the cups.

“He must know how to b
ring her lust to the surface. He must be someone who understands what you crave.” He whispered, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

I panted and closed my eyes, fighting to keep myself from moaning as he tore
the rest of my shirt apart, and yanked the sleeves down, tearing it free before he tossed it to the floor. He came around to stand in front of me and squatted down to unzip the front of my coveralls the rest of the way.

“Get down.” He instructed. I sank to my knees before him and he pulled my knees free from my coveralls. Again, he took them down half way,
turning the legs inside out; they wrapped around my ankles as he’d done with my arms. He positioned my work boot clad feet, which only aided the bind on my ankles, behind me. He took the fabric of my coveralls and twisted it so that it pulled my feet up to my wrists. He grasped my panties in his hands and ruthlessly ripped them apart, tear by tear, at one end, then the other and ripped them through my thighs, tossing them to the floor with my shirt. I was shaking all over.

“A woman like you needs special attention doesn’t she?” He asked me.

I stared up at him wide eyed, trying to wrap my mind around what was happening
,
how
it was happening. He gave me a look of exasperation and then reached out and smacked my right breast and I jumped before I cried out.

“
Ow!” I gritted my teeth and pulled my eyebrows together.

“Answer me,” he said. “I know this isn’t your first time.”
He smiled that charismatic, beautiful smile again.

“Yes, Sir.” I said looking down at
his groin, my insides were aching, and this was what I’d been craving.

He
smiled down at me, as if he knew my secret, and wrapped one hand around my twisted coveralls and hauled me forward to him, my stomach resting on the cool steel floor. I saw his black boots in front of my face as I heard him unzip his khaki coveralls and saw his white undershirt fall to the floor. One of his knees came to rest on the floor right in my line of sight. I turned my head slightly to look up at him, his hairy chest was remarkably toned, his abs sinewy and naturally tan, slowly he unzipped his fly and pulled himself free.

My muscles clenched at the sight of his hard cock as h
e moved closer to me, sliding one hand along my side, sending tingles across my skin. I looked up at him, and he rubbed the soft tip of his penis on the corner of my mouth, I let my lips part slightly as he held one hand on top of my head. He slid himself across my lips, silky and hot. I slid my tongue out and dampened my lips for him, feeling his head slide over my taste buds. He groaned and shoved himself into my mouth as I willingly opened it to him, his hand twisted into my hair, pulling it free from its bun.

“A
woman like you needs a man who knows what to do with her.” He said after removing himself from my mouth and rolling me over onto my side. “When she is craving it most.”

He took his golden belt buckle in his hands, the crest glittering at me as he undid it and slid the khaki material out of his belt loops. He held the buckle in his palm, the belt hanging limply at his side. I gazed up at him biting my lip, trying not to make any sound, my eyes skittered to the belt and I craved to feel it against my skin.
I squeezed my thighs together.

“Personally, I would never let another see the ecstasy on your face as I stroked your succulent pussy in a room full of
… strangers.” He said, his words stinging my pride slightly.

“I wanted him to.” I said, in defense.

He scoffed and his eyes glittered as he smiled at me, “I know you did.”

Chief stared down at me
, his hand that held the belt twitched slightly as he squatted down beside me. He folded it into a loop and smacked me across my breasts with it once while he cradled my head in his other arm. I cried out at the contact, my insides clenching, my nipples coming to a point instantly. I moaned and felt myself grow wetter between my legs. He smiled down at me while he slid his hand over my breast and caressed it, squeezing it gently before pinching my nipple.

“What a wonderful little slave you must be.” He said
bringing his hand up my neck and smoothing it over my hair.

He took the twisted coveralls into his hands once more and turned me so I was once again face down.

“I’m not going to put you on restriction for behaving in such an unladylike manner, but I am going to make this pretty flesh of yours pink with my belt. Do you want me to do that, little one?” He asked me nicely.

“Yes, Sir.” I panted against the cool floor.
Oh I did, so very,
very
much.

I felt the belt on my left butt cheek,
and then my right. I cried out once with each little bite of the thick fabric as it connected with my sensitive skin. It landed on my back twice, causing me to jump and arch my back three, four times before he brought it back down on my ass. I cried out as he continued to bring the belt down on me again and again, adding force as he warmed my flesh up for it.

When I was moaning,
nearly squirming in a dense fog from the adrenaline coursing through my veins I felt my own silky honey dripping down the front of my slit, forming a puddle on the cold, steel, floor under me. Suddenly I was flung over again, and hauled up to my knees, tiny little pebbles from the ships floor dug into my knees. I looked up at my Chief as he stared down at me, desire burning his eyes; I leaned forward with my mouth open, my sex throbbing, waiting for him to enter, begging him to let me suck him. Slowly he inched forward and I captured him in my mouth and worked up and down the length of him, opening my throat to him as he drove himself inside.

He pulled away from me and
turned me back onto my side, and squatted down by my face, holding his cock in his hand. I lifted my head as much as I could from the floor and took him into my mouth again as he slid his hand between my breasts, down past my stomach and slipped two of his fingers inside me. He dragged them torturously slowly, in and out of me and as I sucked on him, and I started to breathe faster. I swirled my tongue around the silky head of his cock and he picked up his pace, and applied more pressure. I moaned as his thumb circled my clitoris and he pushed and pulled in a come-hither motion with his fingers inside me.

He leaned over me, allowing me to take him deeper into my throat as he brought his left
hand over me, and pinched my clitoris and labia between his fingers. With his right hand he began to tease and play with me, I squirmed and groaned as I took him deeper into my throat and his fingers nimbly pleasured me. My pussy was on fire as he played with my clitoris and wiggled my labia simultaneously and when he brought his fingers down to slap my wet clitoris I cried out around his cock. I squeezed my eyes shut when he did it again and I sucked him hungrily, moaning and grinding up on his hand. He slapped me again and again as I ground against him as much as I could, but the twisted coveralls held me tight.

“Look at that wet little pussy quivering. Do you want to come little one?” He asked.

“Yes, please.” I said, and then quickly took him back into my mouth.

Quickly he obliged me, continuing his previous vocation, then slipping his fingers into me and swiftly carrying me over the edge. I sucked on him harder as my muscles clenched around his fingers, I squeezed my knees together, lifting them from the floor
slightly just as liquid gushed out of me, he groaned harshly before pouring into my throat in slow bursts.

I walked quickly to the darkened smoke deck
after changing my clothes, digging a cigarette out of my pocket as I stepped out into the night air. It was cooler out at night, very comfortable. When I looked up from lighting my cigarette I noticed Cross leaning over the opening that looked out over the water, I stepped up next to him. He didn’t look at me as he took another drag from his cigarette.

“Got the Chief treatment e
h?” He asked, blowing the smoke slowly from his lungs.

“What?” I asked him.

“How was it?” He asked turning and propping his elbows of the half wall behind him and looking at me with amusement.

“How did you know?” I whispered.

He took a drag off his cigarette and blew it out while smiling at me. “Chief never wants his office cleaned.” He said his dimples flashing at me.

“I’m sorry.” I said, shaking my head, feeling ashamed.

“Don’t be. You aren’t my property, you do whatever you want.” He said, turning to look out at the water again.

“I want you.” I whispered before I took another drag.

“I know.” He said, winking at me before he smacked my bottom and tossed his cigarette butt out into the water and left the smoke deck.

***

Several days later, in the middle of the night loud clanging bells woke me from a dead sleep, the ship was rocking lightly as I groggily rolled out of my rack and quickly pulled on my coveralls, fire gloves and flash hood before sprinting to the tack number that was being called repeatedly over the ships loud speaker. Johnson was only a couple feet behind me, quickly coming to my side at the bottom of a ladder well and looking over at me, only her eyes showing beneath her gray flash hood.

“What on earth is going on?” She asked as we sprinted across the
Galley.

“I have no idea, did he say fuel spill?” I asked her as we dashed past a Chief on swing shift.

He spun to look at us in disbelief before ordering us to stop. It was out of respect for the dead that running was forbidden on this level of the ship, but Damage Control was exempt from this when called away to an emergency situation. I looked back only for a second before we turned down a corridor and heard yelling seconds before we saw the barriers that had already been set up at the scene by the swing shift DC’s. Chief was barking orders as several people were patching a large pipe, labeled JP5 Fuel which had burst suddenly; he spun to look at Johnson and me as others were climbing down a shaft alley to the flooded compartment below.

“Get up to the hanger
bay immediately, get as many buckets of water as you can find and fill half with warm water half with cold, make sure it’s fresh water! Now!” He yelled.

Johnson and I turned and took a short cut that lead directly up to the hanger
bay. One of our largest lockers was located there and held several large blue buckets; we took off our masks and tucked them into our belts. I roped off a hazard zone in the hanger bay and we quickly took the buckets down to the female bathroom and filled them one by one, and then took them up to the hanger bay. When I returned with my third full bucket of warm water my mouth dropped open when I saw Sawyer was standing there, his fire ensemble drenched, he reeked of fuel and his skin was a purplish red color at his neck, it was slowly creeping up to his face.

“What the fuck happened?” I cried, rus
hing over to help him out of it as fast as my fingers were able.

“There are three flooded compartments of that shit.
” He gasped, his voice sounded raw. “We have to go down with buckets because we can’t use the dewatering systems with the fuel.” He coughed.

I pulled the last thick
suit leg from his foot, nearly falling down with the effort, and took the soaked, stinking thing and put it into a large black plastic bag. When I tried to pull the shirt over his head he cursed in pain through bared, gritted teeth; his skin was too irritated to lift his arms above his head. I quickly found the scissors from the emergency first aid kit beside the buckets, and cut sawyers sopping t-shirt away from his burning flesh, I shoved it into the bag with the uniform. The Chief who had yelled at us in the Galley came rushing over to my roped off area, blustering under his breath as he did so.