Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 125: Let Me in There, Delphine! [R18]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

"Let me in there Delphine!" Alton bellowed at the locked bathroom door.

The said ’Delphine,’ was currently curled up in a small ball on the floor of the bathroom, thinking how desperately she needed some release from this pent-up frustration.

Would thoughts of puppies and kittens make it go away; she wondered? She tried to picture the cute little balls of yipping fluff gambolling in a field of butterflies.

Alton rattled the door dangerously.

"Open the door this minute or I’ll fucking kick it off its hinges!" he roared.

Delphi groaned quietly, as she reached up and turned the lock, before returning to her foetal position on the floor.

"I’m behind the door," she whimpered, "don’t kick it open".

He opened the door somewhat carefully, and peered around it, the steam from his anger was almost a tangible thing.

He found Delphi curled up on the floor with her eyes tightly shut.

He knew exactly what had happened to her. He had seen her biting her lips in consternation; he had watched, enraged, as her head dropped back, and her eyes closed.

He knew well exactly how ’trigger sensitive’ the woman was. He had hoped that little foible might be limited to him, but logic told him it was probably something to do with how she was built, or made...

That image of her being held in Brenner’s arms, the fucker’s hands on her arse, her head dropping back in abandon, played in his mind on rerun, like a red rag to a bull.

"What the actual fuck, Delphi?" he seethed with rage. "Why did you let that meathead carry you like that?"

"I had no idea that would happen, did I?" she whispered, moaning slightly.

"What do you think’s likely to happen when you let a man carry you on his bare chest with your legs spread apart like that?"

"You make it sound like something obscene... You’re the one who declared the girls the winners. You knew what would happen next."

She kept her eyes tightly shut.

"Why didn’t you insist on a different hold? That was the worst possible selection given your little... problem!"

"Who knows with me? They’re all bad except ’sack of potatoes’, and even that could be a problem if someone so much as blows on my honeypot."

"I’ll give you a ’sack of potatoes’ on your honeypot..." he muttered under his breath, "and it won’t be gentle..."

"It’s not seemly for a General to be carried by a private," he said, so she that could hear him this time. "You need to maintain the respect of the team."

"We both know it would have been fine if not for my... sensitivity problem."

"We both know Brenner has the fucking hots for you! He’s panting around after you like a horny goat!"

"People can’t control their feelings, Alton; it’s not a crime."

"It is a crime to act on them like that!"

"He couldn’t know what would happen... even I didn’t know..."

"Stop defending him Delphine, or I’ll think you have feelings for him... Do you?" he asked suspiciously, uncharacteristically insecure.

This woman brought out the absolute worst in him. Since when had he ever been unsure of his effect on a woman? Women threw themselves at him, not the other way around!

"No!" she cried, affronted. "I barely know him. How could I have feelings for him?"

Of course she didn’t have an emotional attachment to the man. If Alton meant feelings like ’Brenner has a cute smile and a nice body’, that might be different; but she wasn’t going to share that with her interrogator except under extreme torture.

Her genuine answer calmed Alton down a few notches, and he wondered if he was perhaps being unreasonably jealous; or was he actually being gaslit by this little minx?

"Well, look at the state you’re in now? Do you perhaps have something to ask me?" he tormented her.

She peeped her eyes open a crack and looked up at him, knowing full well what he could do for her that she couldn’t do for herself.

Still, she couldn’t bring herself to ask him for help.

She closed her eyes again, curling more tightly into her little ball of forgetfulness, trying to find her happy place where the urgent throbbing between her legs would become less noisy and insistent.

He laughed at her pathetic attempts to escape what he knew would be driving her close to distraction. He understood the feeling well, because he’d been living with it himself.

"Okay then, I’ll leave you to it," he made a show of loudly unlocking the bathroom door and cracking it ajar.

Her eyes flew back open, and she looked sideways up at him, fluttering her pretty lashes.

"A... Alton?"

"Hmm?" he said archly.

"Are you l... leaving?"

"Yes, Delphi.... Unless you have something more you want to say to me? I think you’ll recall that under your rule number two, you told me I can’t touch you, unless I ask you first and you say ’yes’."

"I remember," she nodded vigorously, willing him to ask her, so she could immediately agree.

"And my reply to that rule was?" he prompted her.

"You agreed with it... unless I ask you to touch me first," she whispered reluctantly, remembering his teasing reply.

"Do you have something to ask me then, Delphine?" he spoke playfully, a smug smile on his face.

She closed her eyes in resignation. Time to eat humble pie...

"Alton..."

"Yes, Delphi?" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

She gulped noisily. He really was going to make her pay, wasn’t he?

"Can you?" she asked hopefully.

"Can I what, Delphine?"

"Can you, you know?" she urged him.

"I do not know, no. You’ll have to be much more specific than that I’m afraid, Delphine..."

"You do know Alton, please don’t make me spell it out," she pleaded.

He laughed. "We’re playing by your rules here, Delphine. We must stick to them by the letter, lest I’m later accused of some terrible wrongdoing."

She scowled behind her closed eyes, and he laughed at her pretty little wrinkled nose.

"Alton, please touch me," she pleaded, under sufferance.