Restless Dreams

Disclaimer- If you have not read CH 01. please do so. It is called Restless Dreams. This is the second installment and introduces Alex the Dom into the mix. This story involves graphic language and graphic sexual content including a gang rape. The story is also told from an American Soldiers point of view. If any of this might offend you, Please move onto another story. Please feel free to leave constructive criticism.

Thanks to my editor- A huge thank you to MunKiy for editing my story and pointing out areas to improve. They did an awesome job and did it in a very timely manner. (hugs)

Alex

"I know how you feel Mack. No I have no idea where she is. I told you she split a month ago." "I want to believe you Alex but look at it from my point of view. Your ex-special forces and if you wanted, you could easily make someone disappear."

"Carmen was my submissive Mack. I could no more hurt her then I could myself. I've spent hours trying to find her too."

Alex sighs in frustration and runs his free hand through his hair. Had he of know that Carmen would be so much trouble, he would of never tooken her on has his sub. If only he could tell Mack the truth. If he told Mack the truth though, he'd be betraying Carmen's trust. Even though she was no longer his sub he had never lied to her and always kept his word. He wasn't going to change that now.

"Mack did it ever occur to you that Carmen might of disappeared because she hated her life? Being a politician's daughter can be very tiring. She was always so spontaneous"

That spontaneity had been what had drawn him to her in the first place. That, and her small sexy body with blonde hair and hazel eyes. At five foot four, she was slightly shorter than the woman he normally kept has subs, but what she lacked in height she more than made up for in enthusiasm. Unbidden an image of Sasha came to his mind and he tried to push it away.

"Alex. You're not listening again." "What? Sorry Mack. Just a little lost in thought."

"You still day dreaming about that chick at work? Gees just ask her out already you pussy." "Look it's complicated. She's stubborn has a mule and ex-military too. Besides, I am not exactly sure how to broach the subject anyways. She has some strong sub traits, but many people don't even know about our lifestyle let alone can accept it."

"All I know is if I had been Fantasizing about a chick for 6 years, I'd make a move or move on." "She's complicated. Look Mack I have to go. People will start showing up for work any minute now. Later."

Alex hangs up the phone in frustration still plowing his hand through his hair. Mack didn't understand. Shit, he didn't even understand it himself. All he knew was that from the first moment he saw Sasha six years ago coming in for an interview something about her had pulled him in and hadn't let go. He'd been talking with Jack about last night's game when a commotion from the receptionist desk had caught their attention. Poor Charlene had been hurrying trying to catch up to some chit with fire blazing in her eyes and a hell on wheels stride. Instinctively he had stood up taller and assumed his dominant stance sensing a power inside this woman that needed to be put in place. Finally she had stood before him all five foot seven inches of her. Her hair had been pulled back in a tight bun and her hazel eyes burned with a barely controlled determination. Her shoulders where back and she seemed totally composed in a light blue business suite. He had quickly assessed her body and liked what he had seen.

She tried to hide her figure beneath slightly baggy clothes, but she just couldn't hide it well enough. It hinted at generous curves and sensuous breasts. Her face had been oval shaped and she had a beautifully pert little nose with freckles speckled across it.

"Mr. Jackson, My names Sasha Ashwood. I have contacted your office no less than five times to check on my application and resume, but they said you still haven't had a chance to read it. I thought I could personally deliver it to you."

Alex had to try to hide his chuckle at her brazen confidence. He loved a woman who knew what she wanted and went for it. He couldn't help but laugh at Jack has he just stood there and blinked then looked at him for help. Jack was a sweet old man, but when it came to beautiful woman, he had no clue how to talk to them.

"Is it Ms. or Mrs. Ashwood Ma'am?" "It's Ms. and I am not a Ma'am. I work for a living."

Ms. Ashwood was indeed very interesting. That sentence meant at some point she had been enlisted. It would explain the straight back, the confidence, and the perfect bun. She finally made eye contact with him and he saw numerous emotions flash through her eyes. Disdain, lust, confusion, finally her gaze settled on curious.

"I apologize who are you?"

Yep. She was definitely military or had been. A civilian would have said I'm sorry not I apologize. In the Army saying I'm sorry or sorry SGT or Sir or Ma'am was a guarantee to be in the front leaning rest position for at least an hour. "My names Alex Daggot, but you can call me Alex. I am also in charge of hiring employees for Jack." "Ah. So you're the one who's been ignoring me then. I apologize, Mr. Jackson and thank you for your time. Mr. Daggot, here is my resume and information. I shall wait for a call for an interview hopefully."

He took her packet and grudgingly had to admit he admired her confidence. "What would it be like to have her confidence placed in him?" Shut up brain. Now was definitely not the time or place to think of her submitting to him, and to have total control over her. He normally didn't react to a woman this way, but for some reason she enticed him. He watched her march away and he couldn't help but notice her ass swaying slightly.

"Well have to find out more about you Sasha." "You like her Alex? Hire her then if you think she's qualified. She seems really nice and you're a great judge of character. Thanks for saving me though. Pretty gals always make me uncomfortable." "No problem Jack. Let me see what I can dig up on our mysterious applicant."

Five hours later he knew almost everything he needed to know about her. Job related at least. She had in fact been in the Army. She had been a 68W (Combat Medic), of course now they were called "Health Care Specialists". He frowned slightly. He was troubled by the fact that he saw she had been discharged due to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, yet she had never deployed or been in a combat zone. That meant whatever reason they had removed her from service, they hadn't wanted public. It probably had to do with Sexual Harassment and possibly sexual assault.

Her face flashed through his mind and he felt anger boil inside him. How could anyone treat her so? What had happened? He'd called numerous contacts and friends who owed him favors, but no one could seem to dig up exactly what had happened to her. Despite her shadowy discharge from the Army, she had at one point been very high speed. She had received an AAM (Army Achievement Medal) and numerous COA's (Certificates Of Achievements). She had also received numerous unit coins and so far everyone he talked to only had good things to say about her. All her previous unit commanders had said she was a hard worker, Always early, Smart, Funny, Intelligent, Quick Learner, and in short the perfect soldier. Never afraid or hesitant to go above and beyond and always willing to help.

She had graduated from High School top of her class and after her time in the Army had gone to school for a Business Accounting and Research Degree. Again she had excelled and graduated top of her class. He was very curious has to why she hadn't pursued her medical career. He had decided to give her a shot and had called her in for an interview. It had merely been a formality. He had just wanted a chance to get to know her better. She had been ecstatic and said she'd come by at 0900 AM the next day for her interview. She had showed up at exactly 0840. He loved punctuality in a woman.

Since the day he had hired her she had gone above his expectations. She was always early for work and so far in six years had only taken 1 sick day. Jack had warmed up to her immediately when she brought him chocolate chip cookies. She was a very hard worker and he admired her dedication. There were other times when he'd see her consoling another co-worker or laughing with some friends around the coffee pot, but she never let friendship get in the way of work. Another trait he admired. He loved that she could control her emotions and feelings with grace and never backed down from what she felt was right. They had many arguments over various topics and somehow neither of them ever won.

He sensed she might have some dominate traits due to her self confidence, her drive, and her quick temper. Add to that her stubbornness, and she was like a shot of whiskey on the system. At other times she would be restrained and silent, shy even. Like when he would occasionally brush her hip or ass with a hand while walking by. She would flush beautifully and her pupils would dilate.

She obviously wanted him of that much he was sure, but what he wasn't sure about was how much he wanted her. It was utterly insane. He didn't even know if she liked men. He had never seen her with a guy and she never mentioned a boyfriend. "She can't like just woman, she gets flushed every time you accidentally brush her" His mind sneers at him. It's true. Whenever he was close she would stiffen slightly and her breathing would deepen. The sexual attraction was definitely there. He was sure she felt it. The deciding factor making him sure she was a submissive at heart waiting for the right dominate had come only a year ago. They had stayed late working on a file that needed to be done. It was 830 and he had gone to get them refills on their coffee. When he had come back she had been sitting on her legs kneeling on the floor holding the report with her palms facing up and her head had been cast down. He had walked and stood over her struck by her beauty in the "ready" position. He had stood there just staring at the top of her head has the office had fallen away from him. He imagined her with a silver collar around her delicate neck and being covered only in a delicious pink teddy. Instinct had tooken over and he had command her to look at him. "Look at me Sasha." The command had been firm and soft and he had felt his cock throb has she instantly gazed at him.

Her eyes had been unfocused and hazy and it had taken her a moment to lock onto him. That unguarded moment had spoken volumes to him and since then he couldn't stop fantasizing about her becoming his submissive. Of course once recognizing him she had jumped up, flushed, and grabbed the coffee thanking him. Just like that the moment had passed, but it had stayed with him in his heart. He had normally preferred raven haired blue eye beauties, but over the last year his subs had started to resemble her more and more. Carmen had been almost the spitting image of Sasha except for height wise. Sure she didn't have Sasha smoldering passion lurking under the surface but she had been enthusiastic and hot just the same. Aleya the sub before Carmen had been blonde haired and blue eyed and Ashley before that had been dirty blonde with green eyes. He glances at his watch has it beeps telling him it's 0705. He feels is pulse quicken slightly and his cock throb softly. Any minute she will show up for work.

Right on cue, he looks up has Sasha comes barging out of the elevator. He finds himself dumbfounded again by her classical beauty. Her hair is again pulled up in an elegant bun and not one single hair is out of place. He idly wonders what it would be like to free her hair and wrap it around his hand has he takes her from behind. Her cheeks are flushed and slight bags are visible beneath her eyes. Almost has if she didn't sleep very well last night. Her usually cold stoic face is surprisingly normal today. Curiosity and heat flares in her eyes and has she walks by her French Vanilla body spray drifts through the air, teasing his nostrils. He snickers has he hears her curse softly but rudely. Terms that would make a sailor blush. The Army certainly left their veterans colorful vocabularies. Standing up with ease he leans his head over the cubicle wall separating them.

"Good morning Sasha. What's up?" "I told you its Ms. Ashwood, Mr. Daggot. I forgot to plug in my laptop last night and now it's out of juice. I have it charging, but I need to run this report to Jack's office. I need my computer up and running ASAP though because I need to send a merger off through E-Mail and you know how much Jack likes to talk."

"Yeah he is a talker. I know, I'll shoot the E-Mail out if you tell me where I can find the file when your computer loads up. This way you can turn the report into Jack."

He watches her contemplate his offer and he is sure she will refuse. He even sees the curt reply shinning in her eyes. Then she looks at the clock and gasps at the time. He sees annoyance cross her face and he smiles smugly. She has no choice if she wants to get both tasks accomplished by seven thirty. He knows she has OCD and as such can't leave a project unfinished and not on time. He has also noticed that she counts a lot and most of the time she doesn't even realize she is doing it. He wonders if she has Obsessive Counting Disorder too. "Those are both traits of a submissive waiting for a dominant" his mind whispers at him and he feels himself harden slightly. Even if she were a submissive at heart, he wasn't sure if he was ready to undertake such a task. He'd just let his last submissive go and he had a feeling Sasha would fight him every step of the way. That was if she could even eventually accept him has a dominant and without anything forcing her to obey him he instinctively knew she'd never relinquish control.

"The file is on my desktop. It's called 'Blueberry File'... Don't snicker. It's a codename since it has to do with our undertaking to lock in the Hinoshiyo Company. Anyways, the file is all ready to be sent out. All you have to do is right click it and hit send to. My computer is set up to do the rest. Even a monkey couldn't screw it up"

"Oh, trust me Sasha, if I was a monkey, I would be screwing something else besides your precious document."

He smiles inwardly has he sees her flush scarlet and a heat spring to life behind her eyes. Oh yes. Sasha definitely has a lot of pent up sexual desires. He wonders if she'll reply like the professional she pretends to be, or the soldier she is.

"Thanks but I'd take the monkey. He's probably hung better then you anyway."

"Touché, Sasha." He smiles has he watches her briskly march away. If she were his submissive he'd bend her over his lap and spank her ass till it was red and hot. Walking around to her side of the cubicle he sits down in her chair and waits for her computer to load. As it finishes firing up it gives him two loading options. One is "start new session" and the other is "restore previous session". He clicks restore previous session and waits for it to retrieve the information. While waiting for the laptop to think, he glances around her desk. It is immaculate of course and everything is evenly spaced. Oh yes she definitely has OCD and some strong sub traits. Now the only question is how to make her become his submissive? He does not even know if she realizes it's what she wants and needs. Has he hears her computer ping and gazes at the screen he hisses in a breath and becomes rock hard. Oh yes, Ms. Sasha definitely likes his type of lifestyle. Maybe he can figure out a way for them both to get what they want.

Sasha

I sigh in annoyance. Jack is a sweet old man, like a father to me really, but boy does he like to talk. It'd taken me an hour and twenty minutes just to get out of his office and my watch glaringly reminded me it was now 0840. I silently whispered a plea that Alex had sent off that E-Mail. If he messed it up or hadn't sent it the whole deal could fall through. I am very annoyed that I even had to entrust it to him, but I really had no choice. The more I think about Alex has I walk back to my desk the madder I get. That whole comment about the monkey. Asshole. Dick. Overconfident prick! I tried to convince myself it was his infuriating statements that had made me blush and get wet between my legs, but deep down inside I knew it was because the thought of him screwing me had me turned on. Then again I'm sure he gets that reaction a lot. He's five ten and has to be two hundred and ten pounds of solid muscle. Even the Army didn't make many men that trim. And then there were those eyes of his. They were so light a blue that it reminded me of a cloudless summer day.

Then there were the annoyingly cute dimples that became present whenever he smiled. He had such a deliciously infuriating smile. Hard firm lips that often begged to be kissed. His hair was jet black and straight, falling carelessly around his head, except at his nape where it curled slightly. Oh yes, that smile with those perfect white teeth and laughing lines. She'd often fantasized about kissing him, but then that's what weak females did and she wasn't weak. Remain cool and aloof, Ashwood. Never let your enemies or possible enemies know your weakness. I do not see Alex at my computer nor his has I walk down the hallway." Maybe he went to a meeting" my mind whispers at me. I can only hope he sent out that E-Mail. I gasp in surprised shock has suddenly a large form looms over me and I instinctively react to an unseen threat. I drop my body down into a crouch position and perform a smooth butt stroke to the head move with my briefcase. Then I follow up with a knee to the gut. In a split second the form is on their knees in front of me and I hear a heavy grunt. Oh shit! What have I done? I've just assaulted a co-worker! Although the person is on their knees in front of me, he is almost on eye level with me. I gulp has crystal clear blue eyes gaze at me with pain and fury and some other emotion I can't quit read.

"Alex..."

My voice is a soft and breathy exhalation and I grab him under the shoulders and help hoist him back to his feet. When he stands up finally he grabs my arm and pulls me into the copier room. The room he must have been walking out of when I got freaked out and assaulted him. I wince has he shuts the door firmly and pulls the blinds closed.

"What the hell was that all about Sasha!"

"I'm sorry. I just reacted. You came out of nowhere."

"So, you decide to assault me?"

I feel my anger rising inside me again. How dare he! He should know better than to startle a soldier! "Well maybe you shouldn't pop up out of nowhere and scare unsuspecting people."

"I did not come out of nowhere and whether I startled you or not does not give you the right to assault me."

"I didn't assault you!"

"Oh really? What would you call smacking someone in the face with a briefcase and then kneeing them in the gut when they're down?"

I feel the color drain from my face. He is absolutely correct. Whether he scared me or not is irrelevant because I still overreacted and assaulted him. Perhaps I could plead PTSD? No. I don't want to have to go back and see my shrink again. The fat pudgy bastard always gave me the queasiest feeling. Shit! I could lose my job over this if Alex decides to press charges. Would he even press charges? I mean it's not like I did it intentionally! It was a reflex!

"It was an accident Alex. I was just reacting to being startled. I'm sorry."

"Oh so now that I can nail you to the cross it's Alex instead of Mr. Daggot?"

I glare up at him and feel my fear being replaced by anger. "No! It's Alex because I felt bad about hurting you and only an idiot wouldn't see it was an accident and assume it was assault!"