Well. It's been a long time. I know, and I'm sorry. I can't even tell you where the idea came for this chapter, because I really don't know. I just started putting words to paper and it kept working. I hope you enjoy this chapter as it's been a long time! I would also like to take a moment to thank my best friend Lady Sativa for the creative juices I needed to make this spicier than it otherwise would have been. Thank you again for sticking with me even when you doubted that I'd ever update. I can promise you though, I think about this story daily, and I have the ending already planned out… I just need to fill in all the gaps in between. So with that, here's 'Earned It'! Enjoy!
April 19th, 1943; Monday (10:38 PM)
Damn the shoddy suspension in this Mercedes for not allowing Krista to fully fall back into her comfortable slumber. Her elbow slipped from the arm rest for the fifth time in the last five minutes due to the unevenness of the trail-like road. She then sat up, stretching to one side and adjusting her seated position.
"You're awake," Hans mumbled with a soft smile without peeling his eyes from the rain covered windshield. He reached over to her, resting his right hand on her thigh. "We're not far." He left a gentle squeeze there before replacing his hand on the steering wheel.
Too tired to speak, she simply nodded and let her heavy eyes fall closed again. She could feel the car veer off to the right as if they were on a highway exit, then the road turned to a sloppy, muddy trail; a Jeep driver's wet dream. When she forced her eyes open again, Hans had brought the car to a stop. Krista sat up again, her gaze set forward out the window. Nothing but rain drenched darkness. They were in the middle of nowhere. "If you don't mind me asking, where are we?" Her first thought: This is where I'm going to die… We've been driving for hours, and if he killed me out here, no one would ever know.
The engine idled for a few seconds longer before Hans finally killed it and turned to face her. "This is a place I thought you might enjoy." How vague. Thanks, bro.
She asked no questions, her brain still foggy from inconsistent napping.
Now that her eyes had fully adjusted to the intense darkness, she could see that skyscraper like trees surrounded them in all directions as far as the eye could see. Of what she could see, and if the sun were out, it would likely be breathtaking.
Even with the relentless rain, the clearing they were in was nearly dry. She looked all around, drinking in the view and cataloguing everything into her memory bank. She soon found herself situated atop the passenger side fender, her legs spread slightly. Hans nudged her legs apart and he took a step closer. When Krista stretched once more, his hands were quick to find the curve created by arching her back. A lazy giggle met his ears before he moved a strong hand to cradle her head. Doing that exposed her neck, where he placed a single kiss to her pulse point. "I promise you'll love it here," he whispered in her ear. He stepped back, and she slid off the slick black fender to the ground.
Hans led her down a narrow trail before stopping her. He now stood behind her with his hands covering her eyes. "Please don't let me trip on anything," she said with a wobbly laugh.
He chuckled in return. "I wouldn't dream of it."
Krista was unable to tell what direction they were walking in, or even where they were headed but she did note that she was now feeling frigid raindrops on her skin. They must be exposed to the elements fully now. "Open your eyes," he finally told her as he let his hands fall down to his sides. His eyes were trained on her as he awaited her reaction.
Raindrops fell onto her long lashes as she looked out ahead of her. There wasn't much light considering the time of night and the cloud cover, but what she could see nearly took her breath away. "Oh my god," she mumbled under her breath. It was picturesque to her, and she had trouble wrapping her head around the sights. The drip drop of the rain on the leaves directly above generated a symphony that was ever so crisp and pleasing to her ears. With her mouth slightly open from sheer amazement, she took a few steps forward closer to the rain rippled body of water before her. Her eyes fell closed as she smiled, letting the cold rain wash over her body. Hans kept his distance this time, letting her do as she pleased. Her arms were outstretched, and her palms faced the sky where she simply stood for the better part of two minutes. She felt at one with nature even if for a short while.
He watched her intently as she ran her fingers through her long, thoroughly soaked hair before he finally approached, standing at her left side. His hands slid down into his pockets as he adopted a gaze identical to Krista's. "What do you think?" he asked her after a moment.
"I'm speechless," she told him honestly. After a short moment of silence, she spoke up again. "If I may ask… why did you bring me here?"
He didn't say anything for a moment, as if he were taking the time to collect his thoughts. "Occasionally when the world gets too loud around you, it can make thinking a chore." Hans paused for a moment, breathing in the fresh air deeply. "I come here to clear my head."
His words somewhat surprised her, and for that she was content with that. Underneath that hard, disciplined exterior, he was nothing more than… dare she say it… human. Hans needed a safe haven to be alone and at peace with his thoughts just like many others did, and she could respect that. Considering the unavoidable stress and pressure of his career path, she supposed that she couldn't blame him for needing a place to find serenity. "I can understand that," she said as she offered him a thoughtful smile.
Standing in verbal silence seemed to be the reset that Krista was craving after the exhaustion of living in two different time zones (and periods) came crashing down on her. Lightning cracked across the sky without warning, the intense light illuminating the landscape just briefly. As a knee-jerk reaction, she jumped and gasped. She heard a barely audible laugh to her left, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Soon she could feel the soft ground sink slightly beneath her feet as his weight was added behind her. Cupping one hand to her shoulder, he let the other sweep her drenched hair away from her neck. "Come. I have one last thing to show you."
Another narrow trail led to a large clearing which presented a fire pit sort of structure made of stone and a large canvas tent that appeared to be a semi-permanent fixture. Promptly, she was led into the dark tent where she was left alone while Hans quickly made his way around the tent lighting tall candles and oil lamps along the way. Soon enough, the tent was filled with warm, soft light. "What do you think?"
Her eyes danced around the tent as dull thunder tailed the blitz of lightning, taking note of every minute detail that she could. She slowly walked to the center of the tent where there was a bed (not two cots squeezed together) draped with a large fur blanket. Hans shoved a few planks of wood into the wood burning stove and promptly lit it to allow warmth to engulf the tent. "It's cozy. Do you spend a lot of time here?" She asked him curiously.
Hans turned to her and lazily watched her as her fingers trailed over the soft fur on the bed. "From time to time for a day or so, yes." A stool stood in the corner with a stack of folded linens and more blankets. He picked the top one off the pile and wrapped it around her shoulders. "You must be freezing."
Krista wrapped the blanket tightly around herself before taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
It didn't take long for the tent to be warm and toasty like a sauna. A smooth silk button up hung from her shoulders loosely, the candle light catching the still damp strands of her hair, making them glisten. "Thank you for bringing me here," She thanked him with a sweet smile.
Hans now stood before her, a black tie in his hand that she hadn't noticed prior to right this second. "Of course," he replied with a wicked grin. "Could you close your eyes for me?" Krista did as he said, and her still heavy eyes fell shut. A tiny gasp slipped from her lips followed by a small smirk when she felt the cool material covering her eyes. He tied it tightly behind her head, taking care to not get her hair twisted into the knot. Placing his index finger beneath her chin, he tilted her head up. The pad of his thumb ghosted over her full bottom lip. "You look beautiful like this," he mused as her tongue darted out for a moment just to tease. She then pressed her lips there and allowed them to linger.
"Thank you," she purred, leaning back to rest her hands on the bed behind her.
"Now could you lie back and get comfortable?" Krista lay back onto the soft fur, rubbing her legs together before crossing them at the knees and resting her hands over her stomach. After she adjusted her position and stilled, he pulled a second tie that he had stashed away in a pocket. "Let me see your hands," he commanded, his voice deep and gruff.
She held her hands up to him slothfully and he closed a hand around both of her wrists before twisted the black fabric around her wrists securely. The simple action elicited a giggle from her as she wriggled her wrists against the restraints. "What are you going to do to me, Hans?" she asked him, an eager, playful smile on her lips.
He placed her hands above her head and held them there before leaning down to her left ear. "I don't want you to worry about that. I just want you to relax." Hans finally released her hands and she obediently kept them above her head like he had asked. Now standing before her, he placed both hands on her knees and allowed them to sashay up her thighs. Krista hummed at his skillful touch and her legs parted easily when his thumbs brushed over her panties. Her back arched off the bed all on its own as a response, and he eased her hips back down on. Suddenly, the absence of his hands on her inner thighs made her quietly whimper in protest. "I forgot something outside. I'll be right back."
Krista listened for his footsteps exit the tent before she closed her legs and moved herself around to get her extended arms in a position that didn't strain her shoulders. For a moment, the tent was still quiet and she let her head tilt to one side as a wave of drowsiness washed over her. He entered once more, and she snapped back awake. She felt the weight of something placed onto the bed beside her vaguely similar to the weight of a small sidearm. But… It couldn't be… right? It had to be something else. "I apologize," he said to her, his fingertips of his right hand skimming up her thigh as he moved to hover his lips over hers. "Now… Where were we?" She arched her chest up slightly in an attempt to bring their lips closer, but he wouldn't allow it. "I need you to stay still… because I want to take my time."
His words tickled her lips before she muttered a faux innocent apology. "I'm sorry, colonel."
He smirked at that, and clamped a hand over her wrists and squeezing while he finally crashed his lips to hers. It was a kiss of needy desperation; like they had been deprived of that intimate contact for too long. This time, Krista arched into him just to test him, and see what he would do. "Don't let it happen again," he breathed before pressing her hips down into the bed and holding them there.
Hans stood back up then, and retrieved the object from beside the blonde woman that lay on display before him. He eased her legs apart again before quietly opening the glass bottle. The oil was cool in his hands, so he rubbed them together to warm it up before beginning a slow massage on her thighs. He watched as the tension began to melt away from her as his hands worked their magic. "Mmmm… that feels amazing…" Krista's abdomen quivered when she felt his trailing fingertips snake their way under the silken shirt she was wearing. Her nipples were erect as he palmed her breasts, massaging them in the same fashion as her thighs. She gasped when he gave her nipples a few firm pinches and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers.
Abruptly, he removed his hands from beneath the shirt and began to unbutton it. Goosebumps rose to her skin when the still cool air greeted her torso. His hungry eyes wandered over her gleaming, candle light illuminated form for a brief moment. And in that moment, he almost felt… blessed. Blessed that fate had extended its hand and presented him with the type of sexual partner that wasn't so dissimilar from himself. Hans shed his boots, jacket and uniform tunic as well as the white shirt underneath and leaned over Krista, one hand curled around the side of her neck, the other planted on the bed. He placed a knee beside her hip and pressed their chests together. His eyes closed as their lips met again, this time it was unhurried and slow which was a good indicator that was truly going to take him time with whatever it was that he had planned for her.
She licked her lips after he pulled away and moved his hand from her neck to between her legs. Lazily, he rubbed barely there circles over her clit through her panties. She sighed in pleasure, and before she knew what was happening, she felt her panties sliding down her legs. He tugged her hips to the edge of the bed and knelt down between her widespread legs. "Just relax for me," he purred. He drew her clit into his mouth and suckled, drawing the most delicious, honey sweet sounds from her that he had ever heard. That urged him to let his tongue out and tease her some more.
The rhythm of his tongue and lips on her overly sensitized bundle of nerves was setting her insides aflame, but she maintained her composure no matter how difficult. Taking a chance, she inched her leg up until it was high enough off the bed to lightly rest it over his shoulder. Surprisingly, he didn't replace it to its original position on the bed, but wrapped his arm around it to hold it in place. Her head was spinning at the endless lapping of his tongue, and as if that weren't enough, he slipped two fingers inside her. Her hips bucked on their own as a choked moan ripped itself from her throat. The tempo of his lips and tongue matched his fingers, and it was almost too overwhelming. She hadn't had attention like this in YEARS and it felt so divine.
The time slipped away as the cadence of his mouth continued its assault on her. Her heart and breath were quickening, and staying relaxed was no longer an option. She could feel her skin growing warmer with ever lap of his tongue and her soft moans filled the space. When he unexpectedly stopped and dropped her leg back to bed. "Hans…" she whined, not caring suddenly if he punished her for moving her bound hands. Alternatively, he took hold of both of her hands and unknotted the tie, tossing it to the ground to be forgotten. He grasped her wrists tenderly, and traced his thumbs over the red impressions left behind by the tie.
He placed her hands down and crossed to the other side of the bed to climb onto it. He sat propped up against the head of the bed, a pillow buffering his back. "Let me have your hand," he told her sweetly as he held his own out. She placed hers in his, and he guided her over to him. She seized the opportunity to sink into a deep straddle on her knees over his right knee and dropped her shoulders to let the shirt fall freely, the sleeves going with. She withdrew her arms, now exposing herself fully to him. His eyes were filled with fire as he watched her hands move to her breasts and squeeze them just as he had before. His hands were anxious to tease every bit of her sweet skin that he could, and he could barely contain himself. He reached up to cover her hands over her breasts with his, and forced her to squeeze them again. She moaned through a bitten lip as his fingers found the spaces between hers. She slipped her fingers from his, and let them slowly dance down his forearms and back to his hands.
The candles were beginning to grow dim, as the wicks burned down, leaving her naked body bathed in the warm glow. With her eyes still shielded by the tie, her heart was racing at the thought of how he could see her, but she couldn't see him. She held onto his arms while she shifted her position to now straddle his lap. Immediately she noticed his erection straining against his pants. "You're so hard," she noted breathlessly.
"I know," he replied, his voice soft.
Her fingers blindly found their way to his belt, and she tugged. "May I?" she asked politely.
"Not right now. I'm only interested in pleasing you." It was a lie. A straight up lie. He wanted nothing more than to slide into her and feel her warmth tightly around him. But this was about her, and he'd have to wait.
Krista pouted, but placed her hands firmly on his chest to steady herself while she closed the remaining space between them. He tangled her fingers into her hair and guided her face to his. "Turn around for me," he whispered before dropping a deep kiss to her wanting lips.
She nestled herself in between his legs, her back becoming one with his bare chest. A strong arm looped around her waist, and she found herself placing her arm atop his and closing her thing fingers around his wrist. "Krista…" he said, thickening his accent just for her.
His other hand urged her legs wider before slipping between them. "Yes?" she choked out her voice muffled by the sound of bellowing thunder.
Her breath hitched and she moaned as he slid a finger inside her again. "I want to bring you to climax," he said simply in German. "Would you like me to do that?"
He added a second finger and her head rolled back onto his shoulder in anticipation. "Fuck… Please?" She managed.
"As you wish," he replied with a grin. Hans adopted a moderate yet teasing speed of circular massaging motions over her clit again and he increased pressure when he felt the sensation of her nails digging crescent moons into the skin of his wrist. "So desperate," he teased, his words vibrating over her neck. "Just relax for me."
Krista was trying her best… giving it her absolute best effort, but she was beyond the point of relaxation. The absence of her sight was making every brush of his lips or his fingers over her skin so intense that she found herself trembling unwillingly. She never knew what was coming next, and that excitement was something she had never before experienced. "I'm trying… But you're making it so damn hard."
He tightened his grip on her waist and trailed his lips over her ear. "I'm going to take you to the edge, Krista," he growled, his voice setting her body alight with tingles.
"Please…" she panted as he began to massage her clit faster and faster. She could feel herself about to explode. "Hans… I'm gonna…" And he stopped.
She panted heavily for a few seconds before she felt his lips curl into a grin. "Were you close?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, arching into his hand.
He repeated his actions once more, and it yielded a similar result. The third time he started to rub roughly and didn't stop. "Do you want to come, Krista?" he asked her in German, even though he didn't need the answer.
Her legs were quivering, and her breathing was strained but she formed a reply. "Ja, Standartenführer…"
If Hans thought she was desperate before, she was worried to think about what he considered her now that she was a mess begging for her release. "Let go…" He told her into her ear in a calming, yet extraordinarily sexy tone. "Let go for me… You've earned it…" He urged.
It wasn't but a few more strong brushes over her nerves, and his name was a loud cry on her lips. "Fuck…" she breathed and her legs began to shake uncontrollably. The powerful continued his circular motions even after she was overstimulated and her shaky hand clutched his between her legs. "Please… Please stop…" she tried desperately.
He finally stilled and brought his slick fingers to her parted lips. She opened her mouth, and drew them inside and licked them clean. She was exhausted, and her breathing was labored, but she could still tease, too. Her lips wrapped around his fingers and she slowly began to bob her head up and down as if she were giving a blowjob. A groan escaped him at the thought of her slightly swollen lips enveloping his painfully throbbing member instead.
Hans untied the tie that was fastened around her eyes and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Krista crossed her legs and leaned forward to collect her hair, sweeping it over her left shoulder. An elated grin was plastered on her face as his lips made their way to the soft patch of skin beneath her ear. "How do you feel?" He asked, his words a faint murmur along her neck.
She let out a sigh when she found his arm around her chest tightly. "Honestly… Fuckin' amazing," she breathed happily.
"That's what I was aiming for," he told her before slipping from behind her. "Do you want a smoke?" Hans pulled out his cigarette tin and a small green book of matches, then placed himself back behind her.
"Sure," she said softly. She crawled off the bed and fumbled around in the dark tent until her fingertips fell upon the smooth fabric of the oversized shirt she had been wearing. Standing with her back to him she pulled it up onto her shoulders, and buttoned it up except for the top three buttons. She smoothed her hands down her front and grinned to herself. "I know you're watching me," she said, finally turning around to face him.
"I most definitely was not," he lied as he finally put a cigarette to his lips and lit it.
She sauntered to him, crawling back toward the head of the bed to position herself between his legs to rest her head in his lap. "I can tell when someone's watching me."
He took a long drag before passing it down to her. "As can I," he replied with a devious smirk.
The drumming of the rain overhead began to taper as they lay there, not saying a single word. Hans let his hands wander absentmindedly. "I should despise you," he said, eventually breaking the silence.
She felt hot. Her skin was hot and her heart began to race. Shit. She chose her words carefully, just in case the next course of action was a swift and painless murder. But it made no sense… He just went down on her, and presented her with one of the most powerful orgasms she'd ever had. "You probably should," she said, her body suddenly numb to his nomadic fingertips.
He chuckled softly before one hand moved to close around her throat. Krista swallowed, and hoped that he couldn't feel it when his grasped tightened. "And yet… I can't keep my hands off of you." His thumb grazed over her jaw, then her bottom lip before settling back at her abdomen.
She chuckled nervously, but she knew that what he said would always be in the back of her mind. Krista had to keep reminding herself that no matter how smoothly her situation was proceeding, she was toying with a stealthily dangerous man with connections in very high places.
Complacency was not an option, and she couldn't let her guard slip even for a second regardless of how vulnerable he could make her. He could undo her with a single, sinful touch and it was impossible for her to act like that wasn't the case.
The way he toyed with her mind and body when she was bare before him made her lose sight of what she was after for a little while. In those fleeting moments, it is almost like nothing else matters. It's not love, no, definitely not. It was all consuming lust that made the surrounding world slip away. Krista needed to stay grounded; she needed to not let what happens when the two of them are alone cloud her judgment. She still needed to keep her cards close to her chest regardless of trust level.