CHAPTER 60
DIANNA'S GIFT
"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?"
Dianna smirks, amused, and stares at Jason.
For fuck sake, could I've been any less mysterious? Fuck.
"Seriously?" She raises both eyebrows, "You mean" She walks closer to him, and Jason stands still, standing in the middle of the bedroom, "You could choose aaaaanything", she seductively places both of her hands on his chest, "Anything", she stands on her toes and lazily kisses his neck. "And your choice is for me to wear clothes that cover my entire body?"
I didn't think this through. But I stand by my idea. I'll rip those clothes off, yes, but you'll be fucked, don't worry. And I'll act mysterious and seductive now. You'll see. You'll want me real bad.
"Yes" Jason formally answers. "I want you to put aaaaall those clothes" he gestures with his finger pointing at her body, walking backwards, "And you'll do it". He crosses his arms, determined.
Dianna licks her lips, looking at Jason from head to toe, liking this bossy Jason. "Alright then". She sits on the edge of the bed, seductively looking at him. She thinks for a second. "Will you… have me here?"
Jason gazes at her, with his mouth slightly open.
Hum. Maybe I could fuck her here real quick and then go there. NO. I'LL FIRMLY STICK TO MY DECISION.
"No" Jason raises his eyebrows, "You'll be fucked elsewhere" he charmingly, seductively and mysteriously informs her.
Dianna licks her lips again. "Okay. May I ask where?"
"You may. But I won't answer".
Dianna looks at Jason, raising her eyebrow. "I was thinking about meeting you there. That's why".
Jason feels his member twitch and his pupils dilate.
"I'll fuck you at the Base" he blurts.
Jesus. Every time.
Dianna chuckles, liking that idea. She crosses her legs, and Jason watches. "Okay then. You can go there now, and I'll be there soon. I'll leave in about ten minutes with my car. Is that good enough for you?"
Jason walks backwards out of the bedroom, so she can start to get ready as fast as possible.
"Perfect. Let me know when you arrive. I'll tell you where to meet me".
I have to decide. Where? Cages? Indoor training? Where, dear God?
Dianna softly chuckles. "Sure. See you in about twenty minutes then" she seductively says.
"Ok. See ya. Bye" Jason quickly turns and almost runs down the stairs.
I have to put on my uniform yet. Should I gear up? Nah, it's too heavy, I need the strength to lift her. I mean. I have to check the places too. Are they clean? I can't fuck Dianna over a dusty table or bench. Or squeeze her against a dirty wall. Soldiers are dirty.
Jason almost runs out the door of Dianna's house.
Where do they keep the cleaning supply there? Should I ask the cleaning lady?
He stops before opening the door of his truck.
She won't be working at this hour. Should I get a cloth from here to clean there? Or should I get one from my place? Jesus, I gotta go.
Dianna checks her hair and makeup in the mirror.
You know what, I do look kinda hot with this eye makeup. Should wear it more often. Jason obviously likes it. This new lipstick is cute, too. Looks natural, but gives me a healthy look. Which brand was it? Clinique. Black Honey. Hum. Nice.
She dabs her fingers on her lips, then hesitates when leaving the bedroom.
I'll take the coat on my hands. They'll definitely think I'm a Russian spy if I show up at the Base wearing that. They'll arrest me before they see my name tag.
She takes the coat off and takes it on her arm, and walks down the stairs. She checks her phone, it's passed 24 minutes since Jason left. She walks to the door and her phone buzzes. Jason sent a text.
JASON: Where r u? Meet me at the cages' room.
She sighs.
DIANNA: Already left. Be there in 3.
Hum. It's best to keep him waiting. He'll have to be patient tonight, for sure. Build up the tension.
Can't wait for him to see what I have in mind. Sweet Jason. Naive Jason. He forgets I'm a teaser. Did he really choose this roleplay for himself? I mean. He obviously knows that I wanted to have sex with him with my Russian outfit, right? I must have mentioned that to him before, for sure. Hum. It can't be a coincidence.
She gets into the car, pensive, throwing the coat on the passenger seat.
And he wants to do it in the cages' room. That's creative. I think I can use that to my advantage. Hum. I could make him put on his uniform when we're there.
She grins at herself, driving her car.
I'm loving Jason's idea. I really thought he'd ask me to fuck my ass. Not that I'd want to do it, but like I said, I'd gladly do it. I don't mind trying it, for him. Wouldn't do it for anyone else, to be honest. Besides, if I felt any pain, I'm sure Jason would stop anyways. No doubt about it. But dunno if I'd like it. Besides, I'd need to get special lub and do all that stuff that I read about. That's too much planning for me. I'm more of a 'let's just do it already' type of person. Wearing this outfit is my limit of planning. And it's a lot of clothing.
She looks down, then touches her chest. She exhales, relieved.
Oh, good. I remembered to take off my underwear. Too much stuff to take off if not.
Dianna arrives at the Base and parks her car close to the entrance, far from the building. Her phone buzzes and she grabs it to read it.
JASON: DIANNA. I hope you're parking your car already.
Jason stares at his phone, already wearing his uniform, with his hand on his hips. He receives a message from Dianna.
DIANNA: I'm here.
Jason grins at the phone. He checks his hair in the small mirror of his cage, then checks to see if his bench is tidy. He passes by the center table of the room and checks again if it's clean. He checks the zipties again, that he placed on the center table. He stops. He goes to his cage and grabs his switchblade and places it next to the zipties.
All set. Alright, naughty Russian. Be ready to be fucked.
He puffs his chest and makes a bad boy face. He opens the cages' room door. He looks outside. Nobody's there. He takes a few steps outside, then he grabs his phone and texts, annoyed.
JASON: Here where? I said cages' room.
DIANNA: Hi.
Dianna sends a photo of her boot stepping on the guard-rail of an iron balcony.
Fuck me Mary. That mischievous woman.
JASON: Wtf u doing at the indoor training?
DIANNA: I'm spying, Master Chief Hayes. Your training scenario.
Jason's member twitches, and he almost jogs out of the building. He glances to the sides, the indoor training is close, so he jogs to there, smiling at himself.
That naughty, naughty woman. What. The. Fuck. I'll bend her over the balcony and fuck her right there.
He runs inside, and runs up the balcony. She's not there. He walks down the stairs to look for her. His phone buzzes.
DIANNA: I always loved watching you run this course.
She sends a picture of her shoulder and hair against a wooden climbing wall.
Jason sighs, looking at the ceiling, with his hands on his hips.
JASON: I SWEAR TO GOD IF I DON'T CATCH YOU THERE DIANNA
DIANNA: Can't wait. Hope you do.
Jason gasps and runs out the indoor training building to the outdoor training course, stepping on the muddy path to get to the climbing wall. Dianna is not there, and nowhere to be found.
Jason sighs, fuming. His phone buzzes.
DIANNA: Should it be that easy for a Russian spy to get this?
Dianna sends a photo of her breasts wearing a black top with a gray fur coat, and in front of it, she's holding a folder that says 'CLASSIF'.
Jason bends with his hands on his knees and sarcastically laughs at himself.
I'll kill her. I should've chosen the blowjob. I'd be having my happy ending by now.
Jason stands up. Then he stops, pensive, and looks at his phone again.
"Where is she" Jason murmurs, and looks at the picture again. He squints and zooms the image on her chest.
"That..." Jason dangerously murmurs, squinting to see a white clicker partially visible under her cleavage, between her breasts. "That sly" he dangerously mumbles, walking fast to the main building. "The nerve of that woman" he speaks out loud, firmly holding his phone and gritting his teeth.
His phone buzzes, and he continues to walk fast while he looks at it.
DIANNA: If you don't hurry, I'll take a look around the building.
Jason dangerously chuckles, and starts to run to the building. He types his password and aggressively opens the door to the Briefing Room, looking around. No sign of Dianna. He looks annoyed at the folder she left on the table, with the clicker on top of it. His phone buzzes again. Jason closes his eyes, breathes in, and looks at his phone.
Dianna sends a photo of her hand, with the sleeve of her fur coat appearing, and she's grazing the wall right next to the door to the Briefing Room.
Jason gasps and runs to the door, aggressively opening it, and glances to the sides. He finally sees Dianna's back, distancing from him, walking to the direction of the cages' room. She's wearing black leggings and a gray fur coat, and black tall boots.
"You" Jason dangerously says, and Dianna doesn't turn and continues to walk, "You fucking Russian" Jason walks fast to where Dianna is, and still she doesn't turn around and continues to walk. He gasps and walks faster, looking at her fur coat and boots.
I'll kill her. I'll fuck her first.
"I swear to God" he huskily says, and finally he reaches her and grabs her forearm.
Dianna turns and smugly smiles at Jason, looking at him up and down. Her eyes are lined in black, giving her a feline and sexy look.
"It took you a while, soldier" She smugly says, leaning on the wall of the hallway. "Got tired?"
I'll rip that smile off of you in a second, ma'am.
Jason dangerously chuckles at Dianna, and quickly turns her and holds her hands on her back, and raises her, carrying her like a laundry basket to the cages' room, dangerously smiling.
"What" Dianna says, surprised, while Jason carries her. "Fuck you, you useless American" she whines.
Jason types the password to the cages' room, still holding Dianna, and carries her to the center table. He lays her there on her belly, bent on the table, and waits for her reaction. Dianna turns her face to him and naughtily smiles, and he dangerously smiles at her.
"You like this, huh" Jason says, cockily smiling and opening his uniform on the crotch area. I'll fuck you real nice.
"Americans are boring" Dianna casually says, looking back at him. "They're always tired".
Jason's smile fades, and he gasps, looking at her. He hunches down, raises her coat and aggressively lowers Dianna's leggings, and realizes she's not wearing panties. He smiles and releases his erection, touching her core with his member. He dangerously chuckles.
She's already wet. She wants this, this naughty woman. She wants me. God, I'll fuck her all night.
"I'll fuck you all night" Jason casually informs Dianna, in a monotone voice. He moves his hand to her hair, entwining his fingers on her locks. Dianna bends completely over the table, placing her hands around her face.
"Can't wait. Show me what you've got, Master Chief Hayes" She licks her lips, smiling and waiting.
Jason holds Dianna's hips and gently pulls her hair, then slowly pushes into her core. They both moan.
This is too good. God. She's so warm and wet. Tight. Ohmygod. She's so wet. She wants me. Oh yes. That's it. All in. HUM. HUM. [Jason licks his lips] All out. Slooowly. Sloooooooowly. Okay. Okay. In. Yes, slowly. Let's go slowly to last. Slooowly. God, no. Slower. Jesus. Out. Slower, fuck. FUCK. HER COAT IS GRAZING MY COCK. THIS FUCKING COAT. This is too good. Yes. Fuck the slow. NO. I'LL FUCK HER BRAINS OUT. YES.
Jason grunts, thrusting hard into Dianna and pressing her hips with his hand, and she moans, firmly holding herself on the table with her hands.
I need to feel her. Closer.
Jason releases Dianna's hair and raises her torso, embracing her from the stomach, while resting his other hand on the table, for support. He continues to thrust into her, but now deeply and hard. He places his face on her neck. They both moan louder.
Sweet Jesus. Sweet Mary. Her coat. Oh dear, she's twitching already. No. NO. STOP DIANNA, I NEED TO LAST ALL NIGHT.
He thrusts harder, and Dianna moans louder.
"I'm fucking you all night" Jason pointlessly informs Dianna, with a husky voice, and she smiles. He bends her on the table again, but now leaning both his hands on the table next to her, covering her body. He thrusts hard and fast.
"You made me run all over the Base" Jason dangerously tells her, "You disobeyed me" he states, gasping, then he buries his face on her hair. "Why can't you do what I fucking ask you to?" his voice is muffled by Dianna's hair. "Why?" he thrusts faster, grunting.
"It's not your call, is it, though?" Dianna suddenly says, with a choppy voice, and Jason raises his head to listen, looking at her face, that's turn to the side. "How I think. How I dress. How I act" she says, smiling.
She said that in Mongolia. She remembers.
Jason places his face on Dianna's cheek, and thrusts faster, desperate.
"Yes it is. It is my call. You're my prisoner, you'll do as I say" he says, panting and grunting, and Dianna is moaning.
She's close. I feel her twitching. Please, come. I need to feel it. Come, Dianna, please.
"And you will come" he harshly commands her, with a husky voice. "You will" he's almost pleading.
Dianna is almost there, but she feels the need to tease him one last time.
"No" she suddenly says, "I'll do it because I want to, not because you're telling me to".
Jason gasps and thrusts harder, now stretching his arms and grabbing the sides of the table with his hands, still covering Dianna.
"You. Will. Come" Jason grunts, grinding his teeth and thrusting harder, and he can't hold his orgasm anymore.
Dianna finally feels her orgasm ripping her like a lightning, and clenches hard around Jason's erection, and he comes at the same time as her. They both cry out loud and Jason's mouth is still on Dianna's cheek. He's squeezing her completely on the table.
They're shuddering while they catch their breaths.
"This... was amazing" Jason mumbles, amazed, still not moving.
Dianna breathes in for a few seconds, then licks her lips. "It was ok" she casually says.
Jason raises his torso from Dianna, hurt and confused.
How? I mean, how?
"Did I hurt you?" he asks, concerned, now standing up completely, and quickly takes a step back.
Dianna stands up too, and pulls her leggings back up, then turns to Jason.
"No" she casually answers, combing her hair with her fingers. Now he looks hurt and insecure.
Who could have given her better sex than this? How could she say that this was just ok? Did she not like my roleplay idea?
She sighs, and comes close to him. She gives him a slow kiss, holding his face.
"I loved it" she mutters to him, with a soft voice, "you're the best, Jason", she confesses, gently kissing him.
Jason grins, but he's still confused.
I'm the best. SHE SAYS I'M THE BEST. I'M. THE. BEST. Give me a medal, man. A TROPHY. Haha. ...But. Why did she say it was just okay?
Dianna takes a step backwards, and smugly smirks.
"But like I said before" Dianna suddenly talks with a slight Russian accent, "Americans are always tired".
Jason slowly opens a smile at Dianna, understanding.
"Well" he says, joyfully walking to her and standing so close that her coat grazes his hand, "Maybe you're just too anxious, huh?". He gently grabs her arm, then walks to his cage. "Perhaps some time alone will fix that, huh?" he dangerously says, and opens the door to his cage, and before Dianna could react, he drags her inside, closes the cage door and locks it with a ziptie.
She looks at him, astonished, and Jason stands close to the cage and watches her reaction, and she quickly smirks.
"I don't mind some alone time" she says, sitting on the bench, "I'm a patient person" she lies, then crosses her legs. "I'm not the one who needs time to recover" she casually says, mocking.
Jason's face shuts down. "We'll see how patient you are then, shall we?
He sits on the bench in front of the center table, crosses his arms and stares at the wall, grumpy. And Dianna does the same, but inside Jason's cage.
"What a waste of time" Dianna suddenly grumbles, while swinging her foot. It's been ten minutes, and she stands up and grabs the wire fence. The rings on her fingers make a clanking noise. "You could be fucking me, by now" she states, and he looks at her, with wide eyes. She adds, "if you could handle it". She cockily smiles.
She's desperate for me. I knew it. Let me build up the tension, here, sweety.
"I think I'll take a walk" Jason says, standing up, and Dianna's smile fades away. She looks alarmed, so Jason explains, "right outside" he gestures, to calm her down. Of course he wouldn't leave her alone in there.
She smirks, but then looks grumpy, so he gets out of the door, with a naughty smirk on his face. He closes the door and waits outside, leaning on the wall.
Yep. We'll see how you'll react now, huh. You'll jump at me, yes, that's what you'll do.
Jason sits on the floor, with his knees bent, and taps on his legs.
Never been the one to run away, around the world with a gun in my hand. You're damn right, I'm a bad motherfucker… baby I'm a frogman. Good song. Yeah.
"Baby I'm a frogman" Jason mumbles, then pouts. He stands up, five minutes have passed.
You know what. I think she's learned her lesson. For sure. She'll jump at me as soon as I open that cage.
Jason types his password and opens the door, with a smug smile on his face, and Dianna is still sitting on the bench, hunched down and looking grumpy.
"You good?" Jason smugly asks her, raising his eyebrows, and closes the door behind him.
"I'm bored" Dianna says, grumpy, and Jason walks closer, with a cocky smirk on his face.
She'll beg me to have her.
Jason grabs the wire fence with his hand, smugly smiling at her now. "Impatient?"
"I don't know" Dianna says, then she stands up, and she's only wearing her boots. She's completely naked under the fur coat. "You tell me, Jason".
Jason's smile fades and he looks at her body, then at her face, shocked. She's the one with a smug smirk now.
Dianna calmly walks to the fence, standing right in front of Jason, almost touching the fence.
Fine, I give up.
He blinks, and quickly turns to get his switchblade on the table, but it fell on the floor while he fucked her earlier, so he desperately looks for it, while Dianna softly chuckles in the cage. He finally grabs it and cuts the ziptie open, staring at her, and she peacefully waits inside, leaning back on the opposite corner of the cage.
He manages to open the door, and walks inside, advancing at Dianna and kissing her passionately, moving his hands all over her body, and she squirms, knowing what's coming. He kisses her collarbone then trails down, licking and kissing her breasts, then he kneels and continues down her stomach, until he reaches her core. He places his hands on her butt, squeezing it, while sucking and licking her clit and core, and Dianna squirms, surprised. She was sure he'd just advance at her.
She closes her eyes, to focus, and dishevels his hair completely. She looks down and sees Jason, on his knees, eagerly pleasuring her, and she gasps. Dianna quickly reaches her orgasm, pulling his hair and shutting her eyes.
When she opens her eyes, Jason is standing in front of her, with a serious face and hungry eyes, and is unbuttoning his uniform, taking it off his torso and opening his pants, releasing his erection.
"I want you so bad, Dianna" Jason murmurs to her, while raising her from the ass and squeezing her against the wire fence, still with her fur coat and boots on. He pushes into her slowly, watching her, she's still twitching from her orgasm, and they both gasp.
She wraps her legs around his back, and he begins to thrust into her, deeply and slowly.
"I told you" he murmurs to her face, serious, "I will fuck you all night" he calmly says in a monotone voice, with his lips on hers. Dianna looks at him, serious, and swallows. "And you will let me" he calmly says, he's not asking. Dianna nods, serious.
He moves a little faster, but still pushes deeply. "You will let me know if you're in pain" he calmly mutters, not asking, and she nods again, silent and with wide eyes. "And you'll let me know if you're tired or not in the mood" he states, and she nods.
"Roger that, Dianna?" he dangerously asks this time, and she licks her lips, already twitching again. He grunts.
"Say it, Dianna. Did you understand?" He asks, impatient.
"I did" she quickly answers, moaning.
He squeezes her harder against the wired fence, still keeping his face next to hers.
"Good" he says, softly kissing her lips and pushing deep into her. "Now just relax and let me fuck your brains out, alright?" he calmly says, with a smirk, and Dianna gasps, twitching more.
"That's good" Jason lazily says, when he feels it, and holds the fence with one of his hands, squeezing her more against his naked torso.
"That's really good" Jason calmly repeats, burying his face on Dianna's neck and thrusting deeper and harder, while Dianna dishevels his hair completely and moans in his ear.
Best idea ever.
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