In the evening, Reynolds decided to visit the ranges to practice with her Sig Sauer. Grabbing a box of ammo from the range warden, she walked to the farthest lane possible. The range for the pistol was indoors; each lane separated with reinforced plywood illuminated with harsh fluorescent lighting.
She filled her magazine with ten rounds and loaded her gun. Putting on her ear defenders and eye protection, she flicked off her safety once more that day and aimed at the target.
The sharp crack of gunfire echoed off the concrete walls, each shot followed by the metallic clatter of spent casings hitting the floor. The slide remained open, and she unloaded her pistol resting it on the table in front of her.
"Didn't get enough of the gun today?"
She shifted her head slightly. MacTavish was standing behind her with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Captain," she said curtly.
"Tell me this," he said, approaching her, his volume dropping drastically, "was it a bunch of bollocks when you told me you were intimidated by me the night before?"
Reynolds removed her ear and eye protection and turned to face him.
"I don't lie about these things MacTavish. Why are you doubting me?"
"This morning-"
"The way I do my job is not a representation of my personal self."
"It's not?" he asked, puzzled about the statement. "You showed panache and handled yourself pretty well. Something needed to be done, and you got it done."
"Is that a compliment?" she smirked.
She loaded another ten rounds and fired with the captain looming over her.
"Decent shots."
Rolling her eyes and giggling, she knew that MacTavish was taking the piss. Even from where she was standing, she noticed that most of her shots were in the white patch, located in the chest area of the target. That was considered the highest point awards in shooting.
He pressed his body against hers and she could feel his hardness against her ass. His fingers moved her short hair to the side, his tips brushing her nape causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin. Exposing her neck, he brushed his lips on the back of her neck kissing her tenderly.
Reynolds's eyes fluttered shut, heightening her senses further. Focusing on his warm breath and light touch, she felt her stomach do somersaults. How could one man leave such a profound imprint on her?
"Are you experiencing short-grade amnesia, Captain?" she whispered, playfully. "Slightly more than twenty-four hours ago I explained why this cannot happen again."
"Really?" he mumbled in the crook of her neck. "Something about being your superior... was it?"
She tried to retort but failed miserably as his hand found its way under her t-shirt. Travelling under her bra, he grabbed her breast firmly, his fingers tugging on her nipple until a soft whimper escaped her lips.
"Tell me Sergeant, how can I stay away from someone whose tit fits so perfectly in the mould of my palm?" he breathed against her skin.
"MacTavish, we cannot do this," she moaned, her fingertips grazing his forearm that was teasing her.
"You're telling me I can't feel the warmth of your lovely, tight cunt around my cock? It's not fair. That's pure torture little ducky..."
Oh God... His dirty words travelled down right to her pussy causing it to tingle. How is it possible that words manage to leave her drenched?
His other hand slipped inside her soaked underwear, his fingers separating the folds of her pussy gliding her arousal over her clit. She rested her head back on his shoulder, inhaling deeply trying to bring down her sensitivity a notch.
"Already so bloody wet..." he mumbled to himself with a cheeky grin. "Are you still telling me that we cannot do this?"
"Fuck..." she groaned as her grip around his forearm tightened.
"Do you want me to bury my cock deep within you, darling?"
She nodded maybe a bit more aggressively than she intended to, but her inhibitions were already slipping, and her focus was already nearly non-existent.
"Use your words, Sergeant. I want to see those pretty lips talk dirty to me."
"I want you to be a good boy and fuck me, Captain," she murmured, her voice raw and husky from the anticipation.
"Fuckin' hell, I want you to call me a good boy again, ducky."
"Only after you bury yourself inside me, MacTavish."
Christ Almighty this woman... And here he thought she was a shy lady. How wrong he was. His cock was so engorged by her naughty words that it was verging on painful.
He removed his hands from her body, and they slinked towards her belt in front, undoing it. Reynolds heard the sound of something unzipping and his lips close to her ear.
"Bend over, Sergeant," his voice heavy with lust. "That's an order."
"Are you really pulling rank on me now?" she teased, arching her brow at the audacity.
But MacTavish was an eager man, he had no time to waste squabbling. Reynolds felt a palm at the centre of her back pushing her forcefully without forewarning. She smashed her chest hard with an aching groan, pinned between the table and MacTavish's body. Her trousers were yanked enough to expose her ass, nothing more nothing less.
He grabbed his cock by the base, pumping it twice trying to ease the ache that was also building in his balls. He needed to be inside this woman right the fuck now.
She felt his tip glide between her folds, gathering her arousal all over himself. He buried himself to the hilt, a grunt escaped her lips. He waited for a moment, letting her adjust around him stretching her slowly.
Clink, clink, clink!
Her hands tried to find something to grip on to, to steady herself. Instead, she knocked over the box full of ammo. The bullets clattered over the table and hit the floor, their brass shells flashing under the overhead lights.
"You need to keep it down Sergeant or they will catch us," he leered. "Although, part of me wouldn't mind. I want to show them how well you can take it."
His hand crept into her trousers once more, first teasing her, flicking her throbbing clit. Her breath hitched, motivating him to get down to business. He rubbed her intensely as his hips rocked into her. With a cry, she grabbed the edge of the table so hard that her knuckles started turning white.
"I have to say, we don't have much time because I told Roach to meet me here in fifteen minutes. Or was it ten...?"
"Are you insane?!" she squealed.
Reynolds turned around to shoot him a glare from the depths of hell, but he thrusted so violently, it forced her to face forwards with a yelp. She wanted to kill him, but her mind could only focus on the sex; she couldn't see him, nor touch him but she still attempted to. Reaching behind her, her fingertips barely brushed his bare hips.
"Tell me what you need sweetheart," he uttered, his tone suddenly changing to more serious.
"Harder," she choked.
"Yes ma'am. As you wish."
A tremendous feeling washed over her as MacTavish obeyed her order. He was hitting her exactly the spot she needed him to. She dug her mouth in her forearm and muffled her moans as her legs trembled. The buildup intensifying from deep within her core. Trying to keep it quiet, her release came out in a croak, a silent scream which was almost suffocating.
He grabbed her from the wrists and stretched her backwards, her back arching, forcing her more into him. Bending over her, he wrapped his teeth around the skin on her back and bit down, hard. Reynolds groaned through gritted teeth ignoring the burning pain on her back as he shuddered against her.
Their bodies relaxed, falling limp on top each other, their breaths steadier and more controlled. They dressed themselves hastily and she started cleaning the ammo that spilled all over.
MacTavish hooked his arm around her stomach and observed her flushed cheeks as she jammed the ammo back in the box haphazardly.
She cleared her throat and stammered. "I know that I said that this should not happen between us... but I'd like to break that agreement."
A faint smile curved his lips, carrying a hint of arrogance. "The next time we meet, the only name you will remember is mine when you scream it for me while I'm fucking you senseless."
"Captain, I'm here," called out Roach.
"Go to lane two Roach, right next to mine," he yelled back. "I'll be right there."
He brushed his lips against the shell of her ear causing her to shudder. "Thank you for the lovely time, ducky. You drive me bloody insane."
His boots hit the ground with a hard thumping as he walked away. A lump caught in her throat, still processing his last words. An uncomfortable wetness was felt between her legs as she noticed her underwear was drenched.
She came to terms with the fact that she was never going to be able to say no to MacTavish. And how could she? Even though a more appropriate question would be: why would she? The man knew what buttons to push and how to push them.
The two times they slept together, twice he managed to make her tremble at the mercy of him. Yet something was still bothering her. He always dominated her during sex; he always came out on top. Maybe, it was time to turn the tables.