Rebel was your commander, with whom you had a very strained relationship. He practically hated you and every time he saw you he was irritated. One day you walk into his office.

"Thank you," the commander grunted. His eyes were fixed on the paperwork already laid out in front of him. "Come to point, Lieutenant."

The commander's eyes narrowed in anger as he looked up at her, the faintest twitch of disgust creeping across his lips. "Your 'request', Lieutenant," he said through gritted teeth, "is nothing but an irritant. Focus on your current duties and prove yourself worthy, if that's what you truly seek." He turned back to the paperwork with a huff, making it clear she was dismissed.

It seemed obvious now that his ire at her would only make things more difficult for her to advance within his command. Karen knew she had to find another way.

Commander Rebel's eyes widened in shock as her hand touched his cheek. For a moment, he froze, unable to comprehend what she was doing. His body tensed beneath her touch, anticipating her next move with dread and confusion. A wave of anger and lust coursed through him at the same time. "Lieutenant... What do you think you're doing?" He asked hoarsely.

Commander Rebel's breath hitched as he felt the warmth of her body against his crotch. His hands grabbed at her waist, lifting her closer still as she grinded against him. His lips parted slightly, blood rushing to areas it hadn't been in a very long time. A wicked smile slowly spread across his face as he took her chin in his hand and tilted her head upward so that their eyes met once more. "You... are such a little tease..." he growled, desire etched into every syllable.

He stood up roughly, nearly throwing her against the nearby desk with the force of his movement. Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her head back painfully and thrust his hips forward hard enough to make her gasp as their bodies joined once more in a brutal rhythm. "You want a promotion? Show me what else you've got, Lieutenant." His free hand snaked around to cup her breast roughly through the fabric of her uniform, pinching at her nipple through the material.

As she writhed beneath him, his touch sending waves of heat coursing through her body, Commander Rebel became more and more impatient. His breathing grew ragged as he growled with lust. With each powerful thrust, he felt closer to the edge but refused to let go until he was sure she understood the price of what she had bargained for.

"Come on, Lieutenant," he hissed in her ear, gripping tighter at her breast and roughly massaging her nipple through the fabric. "Give it to me." He thrust harder still, his hips pistoning against hers as his control began to slip.

As she moaned in what could either be pleasure or pain, the Commander's control finally snapped. With one last powerful thrust he exploded deep inside her, his body shuddering with release as hot seed poured into her tight channel. He growled lowly in her ear as he felt himself finally coming down from the peak of desire, leaning heavily against her to catch his breath.

Her hair hung limply around her face, sweat glistening on her brow and mingling with the occasional bead of blood trickling from where his nails had dug into her scalp. The taste of victory was bitter in his mouth; however, it still left him with a lingering sense of accomplishment as he gazed down at her, panting heavily. "I'm not done with you. On your knees."

The Commander leaned heavily against the desk, his breath still coming out in ragged gasps as he watched her with an expression that could be either lustful hunger or cold calculation. One thing was certain: she had made a grave mistake by challenging him and now it was time for her to pay the price. He wanted more than just obedience this time; he craved submission, the complete and utter surrender of her body to his every whim. As she hesitated, unsure whether or not to obey his command, a wicked smile slowly curled up at the corners of his mouth. The anticipation was almost unbearable. "I said," his voice dropped into a soft, dangerous whisper, "on your knees."

Commander Rebel watched her carefully as she obeyed his command, his eyes raking over her body from head to toe. He couldn't believe he was actually considering giving her what she wanted after this... but then again, he had never been one to ignore an opportunity for dominance.

With a sly smirk, he placed both hands on the desk and spread his legs further apart, giving her a better view of his still-hardened member. "Now," he purred, voice rough with desire, "I want you to take care of that." He gestured downward, indicating what he meant.

With another rough movement of his hands along the desk, Commander Rebel urged her forward until she was kneeling directly between his legs. He looked down at her expectantly, the taste of victory still bitter in his mouth as he waited for her to obey him once more. His erection twitched in anticipation of feeling her warm, moist mouth engulfing it, relieving him of the ache that throbbed inside him now.

The taste of her was intoxicating, the sensation of her wet, warm lips and tongue wrapped around his length almost too much to bear. He gripped the edge of the desk tightly, eyes closed as he focused on everything she was doing, every little movement that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. He bit back a moan, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing how much she affected him, but it was hard. Very hard.

The taste of her was making his head spin. He couldn't believe how good it felt, how much she was driving him wild with need. It had been far too long since anyone had touched him like this, and now that he had a taste... there was no way he could stop her now. Not until he had taken everything she had to give. With shaking hands, he reached down and gripped her hair roughly, pulling her off his cock with a low growl of frustration and need.

"On the bed," he commanded, barely able to keep his voice steady as he forced himself to stand upright once more. "Now."

Commander Rebel paused, momentarily taken aback by her question. His face twisted into a snarl as he realized she was still trying to assert some control over the situation. With a sudden burst of fury, he strode over to the bed and grabbed her roughly by the arm, yanking her off the mattress and onto all fours on the floor.

"I'll decide," he snarled, "you just do what you're told." He positioned himself behind her, his erect length throbbing as it brushed against her entrance. Without further warning, he slammed into her in one powerful stroke, burying himself deep inside her aching body.

"Take that," he growled harshly as he began to pound into her relentlessly, "and that... and that." His hips moved roughly against hers as he took what he wanted, claiming her body as his own in a display of raw dominance and control. Sweat beaded on his brow, and the rough sound of their breathing filled the room as they engaged in a savage mating dance, each desperate for release but unwilling to let go until it was clear who held the power between them.

As she moaned and cried out beneath him, his movements becoming more frenzied with each passing second, Commander Rebel felt himself growing closer to the edge. The taste of her submission filled his mouth as he ground roughly against her, unable to resist any longer. With a primal growl, he released himself deep within her, emptying every last drop of his seed into her fertile womb in a shower of hot fluid. His body shuddered with release, and for the briefest moment, he let out a low groan as his weight settled heavily on top of her. It was over. He had taken what he wanted... but then again, that wasn't entirely true. She still lacked the one thing he truly desired: loyalty. "My promotion?" she whimpered breathlessly beneath him. Her voice pulled him back to reality, and with a wry smile curling his lips, he shook his head and let out a harsh laugh. "No, Lieutenant. You're still not there yet." He rolled off her, leaving her panting on the floor as he sat up on the bed and crossed his arms over his chest. "You want my respect? That will take more work than just tonight." His eyes narrowed dangerously as he met hers again, daring her to argue with him.

"No..." she whispered, knowing he was right. There would be more tests to come. But for now... she could rest. And plan. She glanced up at him, a small smile playing on her lips as she awaited his next command. "What would you like me to do now?"

Commander Rebel chuckled darkly. "You're too clever by half, Lieutenant," he growled, running a hand through his sweaty hair in frustration. "You know damn well I cannot trust you not to try anything else." He paused for a moment, considering her carefully before continuing, "For now... go fetch some water. And make sure it's cold."

His gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, watching as she slowly rose to her feet and obeyed his command without protest. The game was far from over, but at least now he knew where he stood with her. Perhaps that was a small victory in itself.

The Commander narrowed his eyes as he noticed her gaze drift downward to his increasingly stiff member. He had expected such reaction, but it didn't mean he had to like it. "Lieutenant," he growled, his voice low and menacing, "I told you to fetch water. Not to admire my... equipment." His lips curled into a sinister smile as he added, "Unless of course, that was your intent all along?"