Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 222: Pretty Little Psycho [R18]

[Suggested song for this Chapter, Sweet But Psycho, Ava Max]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

Opal pushed her hands off the wall where she was hemming Baer in. She stalked off down the dark passage, heading towards the girls dormitories.

"I’m not allowed in there, Wildcat," he reminded her, hurrying to catch up.

"There’s a spare room that will work," she called over her shoulder, without looking back. "It has its own entrance. It was reserved for Delphi, but she wants to sleep in the bunks with the rest of the palace girls."

"You’ve really thought this through," Baer smirked. "You’ve got the night planned out I see. I guess that means you want me, baby. Can’t wait to see what’s next."

"In your dreams, big boy. A promise is a promise, and I need your help before Niko hooks back up with Indy. I’m just making sure I’ve got your help when I need it. And if I have to sleep with you, I might as well get some enjoyment out of the arrangement."

"Hmmff," he snorted with laughter. "Don’t beat around the bush, will you? Just tell it how it is."

He was secretly admiring of this pretty little psycho woman and her ’take no prisoners’ attitude.

She wasn’t wife material, but he wouldn’t lie, he was getting pretty turned on wondering what she had in store for him.

She opened a door in the side of the women’s dormitory building. It looked like it was once a caretaker’s room.

She turned on the light and ushered him in, closing the door behind him and looking him up and down like he was a tasty snack.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked her, raising one eyebrow as he rested his back against the door.

This was new to him; being objectified.

He quite liked it, he decided...

"It looks pretty good with the wrapper on, but I’ll need to see the dessert unwrapped before I give my final verdict," she said coolly, the tip of her thumb in her mouth as she assessed him.

"I’m more than happy to oblige, Ma’am."

He pulled his shirt off, displaying a ripped chest and rippling six-pack ab’s, as promised by his tight, army-issue t-shirt. No false advertising there, she thought with satisfaction.

His upper arms and shoulders were massive, reminding Opal of the disparity in their strength.

She must remember to keep him in tight check, or he would easily overwhelm her.

He was hairy chested, and the hair trailed down the centre of his ab’s to meet whatever was hiding under those military pants.

"You certainly live up to your name, Baer," she commented. "It’s almost like your parents could tell what you would look like when you grew up."

She had an instant desire to run her fingers through that chest hair.

"I didn’t look that different when I was small. I was eleven pounds when I was born, and I always looked like a little thug."

"Aww. Sweet. And now you’re a big thug."

"And don’t you forget it, girl."

Baer sat down on the bed and pulled his boots and socks off. He undid his belt and popped the stud on his pants.

"Before you take those off, let me set the ground rules," she said, watching as he undressed her with his eyes.

"Mm. But make it quick. I’m done with the talking."

"The sex is on my terms not yours. If you don’t like it, you can walk. Don’t complain and badger me, you already agreed to this, and I will not compromise. If you do anything I don’t like, I’ll walk."

"Fair enough," he laughed.

He was more and more curious to see what this crazy girl had in store for him.

It better not be endless oral.

"Hang on. Just to be clear, you agreed to have sex with me when I want it. By sex, I meant I put my cock inside you. I didn’t mean I give you head and get nothing in return," he said suspiciously.

He’d already lived that dream, with Loveday.

It was her turn to laugh. "That sounds kinda fun, if you’re any good at it, which I doubt. But no. I understood what you meant by sex," she said sarcastically. "This is not my first rodeo. Not like that little Araminta. You popped her cherry and broke her heart," she smiled wickedly at him. "Those goody two shoes palace girls don’t like you after that little episode. They operate as a pack. They have a hive mind like the dragons."

He scowled. "I don’t even know what I did wrong. I offered to marry her for goodness sake. What more can I do?"

"Conversation for another time," she said brusquely. "The ground rules are set. Don’t cry if you break them. You can take off those cargo pants now."

She really was a hard-nosed bitch, this woman. It was a good thing she was so beautiful, or he might not be into this.

He looked intensely at her as he pulled off his uniform and his boxers, his large cock standing proud already. How could it not be with all this talk of sex? he thought.

Her lips curved up slightly and he took that to be a seal of approval for his girth.

Opal was actually thinking, it’s big, but not as big as Niko’s. Which is as it should be. No other man she had met had ever lived up to Niko in terms of anything. Looks, personality, leadership, muscles or cock-size. He was the winner on all counts. Which is why she wanted him so badly...

She pulled her army t-shirt off and undid the clips on her bra. Letting it fall to the floor, so that she stood topless in her military pants and boots, letting him gaze at her for a minute.

Okay that was a shit hot sexy picture, he thought. She was buxom and all natural. The best sort of boobs...

She bent over to unzip her boots, giving him an eyeful of her breasts hanging just in front of him.

This was getting painful for him, and he grabbed onto his cock and stroked it, seeking some relief.

He hoped she didn’t plan to make him wait too long. She didn’t seem like the type of girl to need a whole lot of foreplay.

In fact, she seemed like she might be the ’wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ type...

She slipped out of her uniform and panties and stood naked in front of him.

Gorgeous! Creamy white skin, curvy hips, butt and boobs, a little waist, plump pussy lips... a promise of good things to come.

She wasn’t as leggy and athletic as Loveday who had a body like a supercar, but that was just fine with him.

This kooky girl had a sweet little chassis that he couldn’t wait to take for a spin!