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He pauses, lifting my chin so that our eyes meet.
"Why did you go to your knees? I had such faith in you. With that record of yours, I didn't peg you for a little whore."
With his cock still in my hands, I lean back, making sure he can see my mouth as the words leave it. "Don't forget who's in control right now." I squeeze his hard-on with both hands, because fuck if it doesn't take both to cover it. "Don't ever underestimate me, Commander. I'm not afraid to do the work to get through my mission." And right now my mission is to keep my ass out of trouble. “Don’t for once think I’m doing this for you.”
His grin is challenging. "Get up." He lifts me up, faster than I intended, and has me turned around with my back flat against his chest. His hands move over my clothes, teasing my breasts, pinching my nipples along the way.
"I'm not beneath fucking you to prove a point." His voice is even deeper now.
"I'm not either." I try to stand strong, attempting to hide the nerves twisting through my body. He grips my neck with one hand, squeezing a little tighter than I'm prepared for, and I hate my body for loving that.
He slides his fingers between the buttons of my shirt, letting them explore my sensitive nipples. They don't lie to him. Hell, they're practically begging for his touch.
"You'll have me thinking about these bare tits every time I see you. I'd advise you to be more prepared the next time I see you."
My body shifts with his statement. More prepared? How can anyone be prepared for something like this?
He pulls my face to the side and grumbles near my cheek. "Address me when I talk to you."
I force out a quiet "Sir, yes sir" before he releases the grip on my throat.
His hand slides down the front of my body and into my pants, slowly going straight for the part of my body that's still sensitive. I'm practically crawling out of my skin with all the desire flowing through me. I want to not crave his touch. I want to not anticipate the moment when he will actually touch me there.
He finally slides his fingers over my clit, putting the perfect pressure as he starts to unwind me, making me absolutely insane as I fight my orgasm. It's not like he's doing anything different than I can do to myself. His strong fingers have me moaning inside. However, it's in this moment that the anticipation is killing me. The waiting to see what he'll do has me at full attention with all of my senses on alert.
"Look how quickly the control changes." My skin chills with his words. The depth of his voice continues to surprise me in the otherwise silent room. He has me on the edge with his touch, and I feel my body shift even closer to him, begging for that fall.
"What would you do if I stopped?" I shake my head, hoping he doesn't punish me that way. The irony of me thinking he'd be harsh if he stopped when just a few minutes ago I felt the reprimand of forcing me to kneel to him was horrible, isn't lost on me.
"Please, Sir."
"Oh. Now you beg." He slips a finger inside me, pulling it out, and then sliding in two deep into my wet, hot core.
"Yes, Sir." My reply drifts off because he thrusts his fingers inside me, rolling his hand deep to reach my G-spot. He holds his hand tight against me while his fingers move deep inside. I feel him exploring me, and I begin to crave so much more from him.
"Pants off." I move fast at his command, fumbling, letting them fall to the ground at my feet. He pushes my back until I'm bent over the table, then moves my feet apart with a tap from one of his. I brace myself against the cold metal and files, my aching breasts sizzling when they meet the coolness of the desk. My body prepares for him, while the sound of the condom wrapper fills the room.
Nothing could've prepared me for him though. His size is unlike anything I've had before. His rhythm is serious and demanding, and I love every fucking second of it. His grip on my hips will for sure bruise me, but in this moment, I'm ok with any marks he wants to leave on my body.
He fucks me relentlessly. I orgasm twice before he grips my shoulders, pulling me even closer to him so he can pound into me hard enough to bring his own release.
Exhaustion spreads through me. I've waited for this feeling for what seems like forever, and it was so fucking worth the wait.
He slides out of me, steps back, and bends to pull up his pants. I edge my way off the surface of the desk and catch a glimpse of the tattoo on his leg. It's massive. He has me curious, but I don't dare ask.
He straightens his clothes before he moves for the door. "Don't let me catch you fucking anyone else. Report for duty in the morning." Closing the door, he walks right out of the room, leaving me naked and confused all to hell.
Chapter Two
Jade
Oh my god. What the hell have I done? I just fucked my Commander. My warped mind let him strip me bare then fuck me hard. “Jesus, Jade,” I whisper, bending to snatch my t-shirt from the floor and quickly pulling it over my head. Doing the same with my fatigues and my boots, I scatter my eyes around the room, making sure I’ve left no signs of evidence behind whatsoever. I’m out the door mentally chastising myself all the way to my tent.
“What the fuck happened?” Harris stands outside the entrance with his arms folded firmly across his bulky chest. He looks pissed. 'Well, fuck you very much,' I desperately want to say. I don’t though; he has no idea what the hell I just did, and he never will if I can help it.
“You don’t want to know.” I pull open my tent, letting the flap fall. For once, I’m thankful for the darkness all around me. I respect Harris, I truly do, but if he saw the look of disgust and disgrace I’m sure is plastered all over my face, he would know I’ve committed the worst kind of sin, broken every core commandment I’ve pledged.
“Damn it, Jade. I do want to know. This isn’t just your life that may be drying up like piss in this desert. It’s mine too."
