Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down

Chapter 4 Hunting Season

Matt Snider walked in and surveyed the mess within the house, his face devoid of any surprised

expression. He simply told Karen and Amber to clean it up.

As expected of their military training, they did a complete makeover of the room within a span of fifteen

minutes and left promptly.

Now the two of them remained in the room. He slowly approached Winona, his movements slow and

languid. Winona felt his overbearing aura and retreated until her back touched the wall.

Matt cornered her between the wall and his body. Lifting her chin with his hand, he said, “I’m afraid you

might feel some discomfort for quite a while. Once the war is over, I’ll take you back to Country C. We’ll

hold another wedding over there, a grand one.”

Nonetheless, Winona still felt agitated. She snapped back, her face flushed with emotions, “Matt, why

are you messing up my life!”

If it weren’t for him, she would have been the dignified and gentle Mrs. Larson. In that case, she could

take good care of Aileen.

“Hahaha, you really want to marry Benjamin Larson? Everyone in Country C knows about the Larson

family. You’ll only be a captive kitten, imprisoned and confined inside the house. Is this the life you

want? Winona, don’t be stupid. You and I are the same, we’re both ambitious, we both want more!”

Matt flirtatiously massaged her chest, rubbing his hand over where her heart is with a light touch.

She pushed him away angrily, “That’s none of your business! It has nothing to do with you!”

Unperturbed, he said, “Of course it is my business. We’re husband and wife now, fated to be together

even in death. Besides, whatever Benjamin can offer you, I can as well; whatever Benjamin can’t offer

you, I definitely can.”

Winona knew that Matt was backed by his strong family connections. He had become an general at a

young age in Country C. Overall, he is indeed better than Benjamin, but this man is too dangerous. She

was unable to get a fix on him, much less even control or influence him.

So she sneered, “So by your logic, I actually got the better deal?”

She really couldn’t find the reason why Matt was indispensable to her. Perhaps he really just wanted a

woman to help resolve his relationship-related issues. After all, a man of his caliber attracts all sorts of

female attention.

Winona’s gaze fell upon the gun beside Matt’s waist. Her mind raced and she suddenly thought of a

way to escape. She smiled.

“Since tonight is our wedding night, how about some wine?”

A hint of playfulness flashed in Matt’s eyes as he wondered what sort of game the foxy Winona was

planning.

Soon, Karen brought out a dozen bottles of red wine. Each of them looked expensive and of a high

quality.

Winona opened a bottle and filled Matt’s glass to the brim. “Cheers!” they cried out.

She finished her wine in one go and set her now-empty glass down. Her face was now colored a deep

crimson, while a darker stain of red wine remained on her lips. It was a bewitching sight.

Before Matt had even touched a drop of wine, he was already intoxicated by the sight of her.

She poured another glass, and just as she raised it to her lips Matt stopped her. “Since it’s our wedding

night, naturally I want to drink some wine.”

Their arms were intertwined as their breathing started to get staggered. She could feel his breath, hot

and domineering, upon her body. Neck, face and ear, he was everywhere. Coupled with the aroma of

wine, it made her restless.

After drinking the wine, her cheeks became even redder and her eyes gleamed.

Matt instinctively cupped her face and kissed her. The taste was sweet, with a hint of the red wine’s

aroma.

She pushed him away, saying, “I…I haven’t had enough, so drink with me.”

Actually her alcohol tolerance was high, up to a point that almost no one could match her. Likewise,

she believed that Matt was not her opponent.

Sure enough, after ten bottles of wine consumption, Matt’s vision began to blur. His whole body felt

heavy and dizzy.

She was also a little drunk, yet there remained a slight trace of reason left within.

The corners of her lips curled into a smile. She raised her hand and gently patted Matt before slowly

sliding her fingers down to his chest. “That’s quite a handsome face you got there, and your body

matches it too.”

She glanced down between his legs and poked around until a bulge arose.

Winona chuckled and laughed, “You must have a lot of expertise in bed, right? Not to mention

satisfying any fantasy a woman can have. It’s just a pity I don’t have any interest in you at all.”

However, deep down she knew that a man like Matt was someone she could ill afford to provoke.

As she tried to push him onto the bed, she failed to notice that Matt, eyes now closed, was wearing a

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In one fluid motion, he slipped and threw her on the bed instead, avoiding her own feeble attempts.

He opened his eyes in a daze and beamed at her, “Let me tell you a secret - I love you.”

Her heart seemed to stop. She stared at him blankly. During all her time with the man, she had never

felt such a moment, strange as it was, as her heart beat wildly at a frantic pace.

Although the two of them were childhood sweethearts and currently under a marriage contract, they

had never done anything remotely intimate – not even holding hands beyond a number of times.

“Matt, do you know who I am?”

“Winona.”

Then he fell limply on top of her.

The rhythm of her heartbeat continued its frenzied pace after that, but after a while she finally calmed

down upon realizing his words were those of a drunkard – who takes them seriously at their time of

intoxication?

Winona pushed him away and reached out to grab the pistol around his waist, only to realize that it was

firmly attached to the belt, which needed to be taken off.

Reluctantly, she pulled off his belt and bent down towards it, where the bulge from earlier greeted her

gaze. His upstanding bulge.

She took the gun out, and in a fit of drunkenness, stretched out her finger to flick the bulge. “Little guy,

stop being so uptight. I’m leaving.”

Recollecting the humiliation she suffered in the car, anger began to fill her. She turned to look at Matt

lying on the bed and smiled mischievously. Didn’t he like BDSM? Then let him experience it for himself.

No one can bully her, not in this lifetime or the next.

Even the domineering stepmother did not gain any advantage over her; nor even the bitchy Sharon

who tried to snatch Benjamin away from her. If it was not for Aileen, her only weakness, she would not

have faked an image of a docile daughter for 22 years.

Winona stripped him naked, leaving only a pair of underwear. Using his belt, she tied his wrist to the

bed frame.

In spite of that, she felt there was still something missing. So, upon rummaging around the room, she

found a red candle inside some drawers. The candle was lit, and its wax drippings were carefully

arrayed upon Matt’s skin.

Additionally, she used the laces from his leather boots and fashioned them into makeshift whips. She

whipped his butt multiple times, and even pinched it, remarking with some surprise, “Wow, it’s pretty

firm…”

Thinking that there might be a fingerprint lock needed for her escape, she duplicated his fingerprints

using the remaining wax and carefully stowed them away.

Mission accomplished, now to escape!

With a small audible click, the door opened. She cautiously inched her way out with the gun in hand.

At this moment, Matt woke up from his blurry state. With a grunt of effort, he slipped his wrists out of

the belt. His gaze turned to the waxy redness covering his abdomen.

Dripping wax? Whip lashes? Even his bulge hurt for some reason……Was this her doing? Everyone in

Bolwich knew that Winona Winston was gentle and dignified, an angel who healed the wounded. In a

blink of an eye, that perfect persona collapsed in his eyes.

Well, well, well, he thought. Things were starting to get interesting. As he expected, Winona was a little

devil wrapped in gentleness – which was what he truly desired.

He briskly put on his pants and issued an order to Felix: The hunting had begun.