Don’t Poke The Bear

Chapter 9 Mamba/Carmen

POV Mamba/Carmen

Later that day my punishment was to run the obstacle course over and over in the rain outside as all of the other cadets watched as the trainers shouted insults at me as I ran. I was so exhausted that I felt sick but I had to push through because I had survived worse than this. Major Connor stood at his office window watching me and it pushed me on because I was desperate to impress him. I wanted to please him and I didn’t know why. I spoke to myself under my breath “who’s tough? Who’s tough? I’m tough” I would say over and over and it gave me the determination to continue. A week or so passed and everyone was still talking about my punishment and how well I had done. I felt like a celebrity as I walked the halls and no one ever accused me of sleeping with Major Connor again because he hadn’t showed me one bit of favouritism with my punishment. My feet were bandaged inside my boots because my skin had split from all the running in my heavy boots and from being out in the rain for so long but I didn’t complain. Physical pain could be ignored. That night I called my twin sister Frankie from the pay phone and she was laughing as she told me that she had bumped into our old English teacher Mr Hughes from high school. “Carmen, do you remember how much we used to fancy him?” She said with a chuckle. “I really thought I would marry him one day.. Well he’s basically an old man now. I can’t believe that we both thought he was hot” I thought back to being in his office with Frankie. She was always a goody two shoes and I was always getting caught for smoking or fighting or kissing boys. Frankie was always well behaved and perfectly presentable but I was the complete opposite. He said I needed discipline but what he didn’t know was I had grown up in a home with too much discipline and that my father had just died and this was my time to rebel. After all I wasn’t hurting anybody but I was sick to the back teeth of following stupid rules from stupid men. Mr Hughes would tell me that I was a bad girl and that I should be more like my sister Frankie “you don’t want to end up like your brothers” he would say as he sat at his desk. Frankie would beam with pride as he would go on about how she was such a “lovely young woman” the more he complemented her and put me down the more turned on I would become. I was enjoying being rebellious and becoming the person that I wanted to be and it gave me a thrill that it annoyed this man because he couldn’t control me. I remember he stood up from his desk and told us both to leave and as we got outside his office Frankie turned to me with a huge smile “he’s so sexy” she said and we both laughed. She loved that he thought she was the perfect student. We went home and she wrote ‘Mrs Francessca Hughes’ on her diary and I went for a shower and touched myself as I thought about Mr Hughes. We were twins but we couldn’t be more different. She had spent years trying to please our father and now she was transferring all of those feelings onto Mr Hughes and he was giving her all the praise my father didn’t give her. Our joint infatuation of him continued throughout our entire time at school. As I stood in the military academy on the pay phone to Frankie thinking about how stupid we had been when we were younger I couldn’t help but think about Major Connor and how much he turned me on as he stood behind his desk. Years later Frankie confessed to me that she had only accepted a marriage proposal from her ex Oscar because it was in his office and that men behind desks still turned her on. Either way we both had a fetish for men in authority. As I ended the call I said “take care, love you Frankie” I put down the phone and turned to walk back to my dorm and I walked directly into Major Connor “who was that? Was that your boyfriend?” He asked and he looked angry. The smile slipped from my face and I could see that he was not in the mood to joke around. “No that was my twin sister Francessca, we call her Frankie” his face softened and he let out a sigh. “I noticed that you were slightly limping today” he said and I didn’t remember seeing him that day but he had obviously seen me. “Yes sir my foot hurts but I will be fine” “I think you should come with me to the hospital wing” He said and he looked concerned “honestly I’m fine” I could see his jaw clench and it excited me that he couldn’t control me either.

Once my officer training was complete we had a graduation ceremony and we all had to wear our military uniforms. I hated that I had to wear a skirt and tailored jacket. After the ceremony Major Connor asked myself and another cadet that I had never met before up to his office. There was an older man there that I hadn’t met either. This man immediately started to ask me questions and I wondered what this was about. “Do you have a degree?” “Yes in languages” “How many languages do you speak? “A few, but I bet you can speak more languages than me” I said and Major Connor laughed “I seriously doubt that he can speak more languages than you” he turned to the man and said “see I told you she was good” but I was confused “yeah but how good?” He asked and the cadet standing next to me turned and attacked me. Although it was out of the blue I was used to dodging unexpected punches from my father. I swerved his fists and calmly grabbed him by the arm and put it up his back and laid him on Major Connors desk. Major Connor and the older man laughed but I didn’t think it was funny. The cadet tried to fight so I turned him to face me and knocked him out with one punch. Growing up with my brothers had made me tough. He slumped to the floor. “I look forward to you coming to work for me” he said as he pulled the cadet to his feet and they both left. I stood staring at a fixed place on the wall because I was angry. I felt that Major Connor had put me in a dangerous situation or he took me to his office to show me off, either way I was fuming and he could tell that I was trying to control my emotions “I’m sorry, I can tell that you are angry, but I’ve been telling him how impressed I am with you for the past year and I wanted him to meet you today. He’s from MI6, it’s a very prestigious position for you. Can I ask you.. why you are so angry?” I thought I was doing an amazing job of concealing my feelings “I appreciate you pulling strings for me but I would prefer to earn my own position” He shook his head “you’re track record is impressive and you have impressed him here today. You got here on your own” it was quiet between us but I wanted to throw him against the wall “I told you before that the only thing standing between you and a successful career is your emotions” “I can always hide my emotions except anger” “you need to train yourself not to feel anything” what he didn’t know was I had been doing that my whole life. “Come and sit here” he said. I looked at him and he was behind his desk on his chair and he was tapping the deck in front of him. I walked around his desk and sat in front of him. “I think you’re an exceptional young woman” I was flattered “but you let yourself down today by showing me that you were angry” The mix of him sitting at his desk with his suit jacket off and his shirt sleeves rolled up as well as telling me that I had let myself down turned me on. I swallowed hard and stared into his beautiful eyes. He was so handsome that it calmed my temper. A small smile crept onto his lips. “I have seen you under pressure and you don’t bat an eye lash.. but after today I wonder if you’re good enough to become a MI6 agent. I think you need to be more disciplined” his words made me wet. “You can’t be a slave to your urges” “I wanted to snap that man’s neck earlier and I managed to control myself.. I think I’ve done pretty well at controlling my urges” he sat back in his chair and laughed “sometimes I find it difficult to control myself too” he said and he paused before he pulled his chair in and put both hands on my knees and opened my legs. He ran his hands up my thighs and pushed my skirt up. I couldn’t believe that he was touching me. He traced his fingers up to the front of my panties and stroked me through the thin fabric. He stared up at me and said “you are good at hiding your feelings, I have no idea what you’re thinking right now” but I didn’t answer him. He pulled my panties to the side and admired my p***y for a moment before he leaned forward and started to plant light little kisses on my c**t. My head was swimming I couldn’t take in what was happening but I stared down at him like it was no big deal. He spread my legs out wider and started to torture me with his tongue. He stood up from his chair with his body bent forward and his mouth never left my v****a. He was worshiping me with his mouth. He had one hand on my inner thigh and he stretched his other hand up and firmly gropped my breast. He used his tongue in ways I had never felt before. He was going between rapidly flicking my c**t to lovingly kissing my opening. I felt his tongue enter me and it sent shock waves through my whole body and he pulled away “I always wanted to know what you taste like” he whispered and then he continued to lick between my legs and I don’t think that he was talking to me.. I felt like he was talking to my v****a. I ran my hands through his hair as he roughly devoured me and I threw my head back and came on his wonderful mouth. I had been moaning loudly but it was out of my control because his touch was overwhelming. He gently kissed the inside of my thigh as he pulled my panties back into their position and pulled my skirt back down to where it had been. I thought him going down on me was going to be the beginning of full s*x but he sat back in his chair and stared at the floor for a moment and he looked like he was in shock before he corrected himself. He fixed his tie and said “as I say it can be hard to control urges” he looked up at me with a smile. I was disappointed he hadn’t even kissed me and I wanted him to f**k me but clearly it was just a moment of madness that had passed. We were staring at each other in silence although I was angry I felt more hurt. “Am I dismissed?” I asked and he looked upset that I was being formal with him. I got off his desk and left without looking back.

Years passed and I would often have to return to the military academy to scout for young cadets and every time Major Connor would ask me into his office and we would chat like old times with him behind his desk and then he would look me straight in the eye and tap his desk in front of him. I would walk around his desk and I would sit up as he went down on me. It was always the same. He would perform oral s*x on me but nothing more and then I would leave like nothing had happened. It was the same routine for years until I got married and he knew that I would never spread my legs for him, then when my husband died he sat behind his desk expressing how sorry he was for my loss and he grabbed his desk to help himself up and I stared daggers at him. I thought he was tapping his desk for me to sit down and I wanted to kill him. He stood up and he noticed the expression on my face and immediately explained that he had hurt his back and that he was using the table to steady himself. I looked at his handsome face and I knew that I had over reacted. We politely said goodbye to each other and as I left his office I couldn’t help but think that he had moved on to the next young up in coming cadet and that the days of him tapping his desk for me were long gone.