CHAPTER 59
JASON'S CHOICE
"Consider me your reward for all the bad things that you endured in your life, and all the things that you had to give up for being Bravo One".
What do you mean. What do you mean, my reward. What?
"I want you to do whatever you want with me. Or ask me to do anything".
What. She can't be serious. She's just kidding.
"I'll do it. Gladly".
What.
…
What? Is she serious?
"Jason. I'm serious"
Anything?
"Seriously, Jason. Anything".
Dear God. Jesus Christ in heaven. No way, nah. This is not good. I'll die soon, I know it. Another bomb will blow up. I feel it.
[Dianna sighs] "Jason. I'll wait downstairs, ok? Let me know when you decide".
[Dianna caresses Jason's chest, seductively, and walks out of the bedroom, while Jason continues standing still next to the door frame, staring blankly ahead]
[Jason finally blinks]
Okay. Okay. Maybe she's not kidding, then. I can always make a request, give it a try. If she denies it, and says she's kidding, at least I tried, right? RIGHT? She can't be mad about it. A man can hope. Yes. I'll do that. Just in case. In case she's in the mood and wants to do it. She's a very, VERY grateful woman, after wall. But she's not thanking me this time. Hum. But maybe the same idea applies here, right? She's a PLEASER. She's definitely a PLEASER. A reward, no doubt. U-hum. Let me just sit here on the bed for a while. I'm dizzy. Okay. Good. Lemme think.
Hum. Let's make a list, shall we? I'll start from the top. And go down. Can't forget to put 'go down' on the list, by the way. Ok, focus. I'll make a list, and then if she denies the first, I'll go to the second, and so on. YES. Perfect. I'll make a list then. Top five. Top ten just in case. U-hum. Lemme think.
[Jason gets his phone and opens a notepad app. His fingers are shaky]
Focus. 'Alright, alright, ok', like Matthew McConaughey says. How do I spell McConaughey? Never mind. Don't give a fuck. Maybe I'll google it later. Anyways. Ok. let's seeeee… Number one. Hum. Fuck. her. ass. Of course. Hum.
[Jason pouts]
I dunno. Do I really want that? Like. It's almost every guys' dream, right? But. I dunno. Because of the tightness? I mean. Can she REALLY get any tighter than that? What if I can't even get into her? Like. Then I wasted my option for nothing. And what if she feels pain? She said she'd 'gladly' do it, it's very much like Dianna to really do it, gladly. But then maybe she won't tell me if it's hurting. And why would I fuck her ass, anyways? She is tight. Like, honestly. Will I do it just to gloat that I did it? Well, I never did it. Hum. Dunno. Honestly, don't feel like it. Maybe someday, if she's also in a mood to experiment and then she won't lie to me if she's not liking it. Hum. Not even then. Come on, Jason, be honest with yourself. No, I don't feel like it.
I want to fuck her exactly where God wants me to fuck her. Inside that tight, warm and wet place that she has. God knows better. Of course, the mouth is also warm, wet, and can be tight.
[Jason shrugs]
So, again, number one. Bloooowjob. Good. Now we're talking.
…
[Jason stares at his phone, moving his feet]
Hum. That's not really elaborate enough. I mean, that's kinda lame. She will give me blowjobs if I ask her, for sure. And when she's in the mood for it. And definitely when she sees the great round table that we're building for her. Of course, if we manage to. She'll definitely go down on me. Let me put blowjob like number three or something. Let me think about something more elaborate, shall we?
I mean. I'm planning ops all the time. How hard can it be?
[Jason stares at his phone for a minute]
"Ok, google. Top ten men's sexual fantasies" [Jason says to his phone]
"The ten most common sexual fantasies…-"
"Shhhhh. Fuck" [Jason mumbles, anxiously turning down the volume of his phone]
[Jason reads the texts, thinking]
Interesting. 'Threesome' is number one. Huh. Not fuck her ass. See? I'm not the only one. Unless everybody does it. Huh. Whatever. Let me think. Threesome. Threeeeesome. Hum. But with who? Huh. There's a hot froghog at The Bulkhead, almost every night. But Brock fucked her, she's not all that, he said. Who? Who? Huh. Dunno.
[Jason stares at his phone, pouting]
Huh. What if Dianna likes the other one a little too much? Or vice-versa? Huh. What if they have too much fun together and forget about me? Huh. No way, no. I mean. It would be hot to watch. But then, what? I saw what happened with Ross from Friends. I saw that reality show when girls kept saying that they had sex with another girl once and loved it, then they turned gay, because women know women and bla bla bla. Hah. That's boring. Boobs on boobs. Hum. Ok, I get it. Huh, I'm not that dumb, no. Forget it, Ms. Veiler. I won't fall for it, no way. You'll only be fucking me. ME. A DUDE. No threesomes for ya. Hah.
What else does it say…. Hum. 'BDSM'. HUH. Interesting.
[Jason smugly smiles at himself]
Done that already, bitches. Yah. Dianna tied me up real good. YES. That was interesting. Agonizing, but really good, actually. Losing control. That fuck was good. I fucked her rough, alright. She couldn't even sit the other day.
[Jason licks his lips, smiling at himself]
This is nice. I've already done the number two on the list. Do I wanna repeat that? Hum… Maybe I could tie her up? I mean. I do like control, as she says. And she likes that about me. Hum. Yeah she does.
[Jason smugly smiles, staring blankly ahead, for a few seconds]
Lemme see what else does it say first. Number three… 'Change things up'. O-key, losers. That's what we're doing here, already. We're changing things up. You're boring. Boooring.
Next. 'Public sex'. HUH. O-key. This one I like. I mean. Dianna surely likes it, as far as I've noticed. Do I like it? Do. I. Like. It. We fucked in the car. On the cliff. In the woods. Oops, apparently we like it.
[Jason pouts, then places his fingers on his mouth, tapping, pensive]
Lemme see the others. 'Open relationships'. No fucking way, no. Dianna won't fuck with no one else. Next. 'Meaningful sex'. Aw. You're cute. Losers. I have a meaningful relationship, and she wants me to fuck her anyhow anywhere I choose. HAH. No need to be on the list for me. Next. 'Same sex encounters'. Nope. Na-han. No way. Next. 'Rough sex'. HUM Interesting. Done that, too. Let me see the other. 'Oral'. DAH. Of course. Next. 'Roleplay'. HUM INTERESTING. Wait. It says it's not in order? Now you tell me? What the fuck, idiot writer. It should be in order. Well. I was thinking it was strange 'oral' and 'roleplay' at the bottom. Hum. Lemme gather my thoughts here.
[Jason stands up, with arms crossed, his phone in his hand. He starts to walk around the bedroom]
Let me picture a scenario. HUM. Dianna is always wearing some hot outfits when she interrogates. Hot, hot. Hot. And when she doesn't, too. But HUM. She does makes a great job looking very fuckable when she interrogates. Like that time she was a Russian spy/mobster/mischievous woman. That naughty woman, making me squeeze her against a wall. I carried her like a fucking laundry basket, yes I did. She remembers that. HAH. Yeah of course she does. That tight leggings she was wearing. GOD. What about those boots, huh. I think I saw them somewhere once.
[Jason opens Dianna's closet]
YES. The boots. YES. She has them, I knew it. Clothes. She had normal black clothes, yes. Tight clothes. Big hair. Her coat. GOD, HER COAT. That fucking coat kept grazing at me when she was arguing with me. Oh yes. I wanted to fuck her that day, alright. Alright, alright. One thing decided. ROLEPLAY it is. Can I ask more than one thing? Like. Roleplay in a public place? I'll try. She didn't say ONE THING. She did say ANYTHING.
God, I love this woman. Roleplay in a public place. Where I can squeeeeeeze her. I love to squeeze her. Her boobs feel delicious on my chest. Those boobs. GOD. And she never wears any cleavage. They're just for me. If only the other guys knew what they're missing. Those round delicious boobs, and that round ass in those tight leggings. God, I can only imagine. What else.
[Jason glances at his phone again]
Rough sex. YES of course. I like it rough, sometimes. Bravo One likes it rough, and so does the boss lady. I'll go with the flow, see what I feel at the moment. DAH. Just kidding. OF COURSE I'll fuck the Russian spy VERY ROUGHLY against a wall or a fence or a car or… HUM. Or a wire fence. Like the wire fence we have at the cages. It is night, and no one in Bravo Team is there these days. The building is almost empty at this hour. Would she? Do it? I can try, right. I mean. I could hold her against the wired fence of the cage, and then… OH. I could squeeze her against that training scenario. The one where she almost gave me a hard on at the balcony. YES, that would be great too. I'll decide about that when I get at the Base. OH MY GOD, YES. I can wear my uniform. My uniform is there at the Base. The one that she thought that made me look POWERFUL and CONFIDENT. YES, GOD. This will be good. I need to tell her.
[Jason walks fast to the door]
NO. WAIT. Lemme think first. Calm down, idiot. Don't mess it up. Be mysterious, man. Ask her. 'Do you still have that fluffy gray coat?'
[Jason glances at the closet, then opens it. He looks at the hangers for the coat, he can't find it. He finds a big box at the back of the closet and opens it. He finds the fur coat]
I'M TOO SMART. SHE HAS THE COAT. Lemme put it baaaaack. Pretend I didn't just find it. Ok. Good. Let's do it again.
[Jason starts to walk around the bedroom, gesticulating]
I'll go to her and ask, VERY SEDUCTIVE AND MYSTERIOUS, 'do you still have that fluffy coat?' then she'll say 'yes', all pretty and obedient. Then I'll ask her, in a very cool, UNFAZED, seductive way-
"Well? Have you decided?" [Dianna suddenly appears at the bedroom door, with her arms crossed, with a smirk and raised eyebrow. Jason stops and turns to her, surprised, and after a second, he blurts]
"Can I please fuck you in the Russian outfit?"
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