"Give them to me, Private. Show me you're not too weak to be here." His piercing green eyes bore into mine as his breath — laced with cloves and tobacco — fanned hot across my face while he yelled at me.
"Sir, yes, Sir." Shoulders back, ass clenched tight, and fingers snapping a salute off my brow, I tried not to react to his proximity.
Gravity pulled my aching body toward the ground where I'd just been ordered. The price for being the last one back from the five mile run which completed our morning drills was twenty push-ups — real ones. Girl push-ups were not allowed; you'd be a fool to even think of doing them.
Of course, my private reward for being the last one back far outweighed the punishment . . .
The delicious ache in my body was not from the morning drill. Nothing like a quick fuck up against a tree to be reminded of who you belong to and what had been done to you.
I had no delusions that as long as he would have me, I would give myself to Sergeant Edward Masen. And now that he'd finally let me in, I couldn't wait to tell him that, pending my graduation from BCT, I would be staying on as instructor at Fort Jackson as well.
Our future was wide open.
And we come to the final moment. I can't thank y'all enough for the blast the last couple of days has been! I hope to be able to work in more FF writing time with my OF writing time in the future. In the meantime, I'm still on Facebook (just as RE Hargrave now!), the Texasbella's Darlin's group is still open (to those over 18), and of course now I have my author page and my website (www . rehargrave . com). Don't be a stranger!
You know what time it is . . . my special Drabble-style roll call THANK YOU LIST! Every review has made me smile and I'm so thrilled y'all were there with me during posting. Until next time, thank you . . .
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