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.

The commander looked at her in disbelief, unable to comprehend how she had the audacity to touch him in such a way. His nostrils flared and his eyes turned into slits as he glared down at her. "What do you think you're doing?" He growled through clenched teeth, reaching up to grab her wrist.

With a sudden forceful move, he yanked her forward, pressing her body against his. Her breasts were flush against his chest and he could feel every inch of her. "Do you have any idea how insubordinate this is?" His voice was dangerously low now, almost threatening.

His grip on her tightened as he hissed through clenched teeth, "Is this how you plan to do it?" She could feel the heat radiating off of him as anger coursed through his veins. "You want a promotion? You'll get one... but first, you need to prove your worth." His hands traveled lower now, grasping her hips and pressing them tight against his own growing erection.

With an animalistic growl, he pushed her back until she was seated on the edge of his desk, spreading her legs further apart in the process. "Now show me what you're made of." The demand left little room for refusal as his hungry gaze roamed over every inch of exposed skin between them.

As if hypnotized by his command, she reached out to unbutton her uniform, revealing more and more of her cleavage as it fell open. She spread her legs further apart, giving him a better view of the lace-trimmed panties hiding her arousal from sight. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she arched her back seductively, offering herself to his every whim.

Rebel could feel himself growing harder by the moment as he watched her slowly undress before him. His hands reached out to pull off his own uniform jacket, revealing a tight black T-shirt beneath. He leaned forward, pressing their bodies together again while his lips found hers in a passionate kiss.

His free hand slid between them, parting her folds and finding the moist heat of her arousal. She moaned into the kiss as he began to stroke her slowly, rhythmically, her hips bucking against his touch. His other hand moved upwards, cupping her breast through her bra, pinching the nipple roughly before rolling it between his fingers.

His hand still buried between her legs, his fingers working her faster and harder as he continued to torment her nipple with his free hand. He could feel the tension building in her body as she neared climax, and with one final thrust of his hips he pushed two fingers inside her, claiming her tight channel as hers.

She arched her back off the desk, crying out in ecstasy as her orgasm overtook her. Rebel's name was a continuous moan on her lips as she clenched tightly around his fingers, her body shuddering with pleasure. Only when he felt her relax did he pull his hand away, droplets of her essence coating his fingers.

He stood up, straightening his uniform and looking down at her with an unreadable expression. "Very well," he finally said. "Your promotion is effective immediately." The words seemed to hang in the air for a moment before he turned back to his paperwork, dismissing her once again.

"Satisfaction has nothing to do with it," he snapped, his voice tinged with anger and disappointment. He didn't want her like this; he wanted respect, obedience. But apparently that was too much to ask for. "Just make sure you remember your place from now on."

Without another word, he focused once again on the paperwork in front of him. The tension between them felt as thick as a brick wall, and it seemed unlikely it would ever dissipate completely.

The commander's jaw tightened at her insolence. He forced himself to focus on the paperwork once more, ignoring the presence of his second-in-command under the desk. It would not do to show any further weakness; she must be made to understand that he was in charge and that there were lines which could not be crossed.

With a deep breath, Rebel tried to steady himself as he went back to reviewing the documents. The sooner this encounter was over, the better.

With a growl, Rebel closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He tried to block out the sounds coming from beneath the table, focusing on the task at hand instead. But it was no use; his body reacted to her ministrations whether he wanted it to or not. His chest tightened and a warmth spread through him as she expertly brought him closer to release.

There was something perverse about allowing her this power over him, but he couldn't bring himself to stop her. It seemed that for now, satisfying his base urges would have to take priority over asserting his authority. And so, as she continued to pleasure him, the commander fought a losing battle against surrendering control entirely.

With each stroke of her tongue and every lick up his length, the commander's control crumbled further. His hips rose off the chair as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him, moaning her name in helpless arousal. The paperwork before him was long forgotten, his sole focus on the exquisite pleasure she was administering so expertly beneath the desk.

The sensations building within him were overwhelming; he had never felt such desire, not even in his most heated fantasies. His hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly as he fought to maintain some semblance of control, but it was a losing battle.

With a primal growl, he buried his face in his hands and came, pouring out every ounce of pleasure onto the floorboards beneath him. His entire body trembled from the force of his release, and for what felt like an eternity, he rode out the last waves of ecstasy.

Finally, as his breath began to return to normal and his senses slowly returned, he opened his eyes to find Karen watching him with a satisfied smile on her lips. The expression was enough to send another wave of heat through him despite the fact that he'd just climaxed mere moments ago.

The commander couldn't help but return her smile. Despite everything, there was something strangely intoxicating about the power she held over him in this moment. "So I am," he admitted softly. "What do you suggest we do about that?" He paused for a beat, his eyes flicking down to where she still lay beneath the table before meeting her gaze again.

Rebel hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on the sight of her lying there so invitingly. He could take her roughly from behind...or perhaps he should savor this newfound pleasure and tease her until she begged for release. The choice was intoxicating. With a growl, he strode over to the sofa and positioned himself between her spread legs, his erection pushing against her lower back as he gazed down at her offering.

His rough hands gripped her hips, pulling her up onto him as he thrust deep into her wet heat with a groan. Karen cried out in surprise and pleasure as he took her hard and fast, burying his face in the crook of her neck as their bodies slapped together in time with his powerful strokes. His fingers dug into her flesh, leaving bruises that would fade but would serve as reminders of this moment for days to come.

And then, he let go and allowed himself to lose control once more, giving in to the primal urges she seemed to unleash within him with every stroke of her tongue and thrust of her hips against his hand beneath the table. The sounds of their passion filled the room, a cacophony of desire and need that echoed through every fibre of their beings.

As she squirmed beneath him, his pace quickened even more. "You want to know how big I am?" he growled into her ear, nipping at the lobe playfully before thrusting harder again. The sensation of being so deep inside her, feeling every inch of him stroke her insides, was overwhelming and exhilarating. With his free hand, he reached around to fondle one breast, pinching the nipple roughly before rolling it between his fingers.

"Well," he continued, grunting as he thrust even deeper, "let's just say that you're going to feel every single centimeter of me until I decide I've had enough." His hips pistoned faster and harder, driving him deeper inside her with each stroke. She cried out his name, the sound filling the room like music as they lost themselves in their passion.

Pulling out almost completely before slamming back inside her, the commander felt a tightness coil in his abdomen as he neared release. "Karen..." he panted, gripping her hips tighter, "I'm going to cum...cum for me..." With one final thrust, his body arched back and he came hard, filling her with his seed. As his orgasm finally subsided, he collapsed on top of her, panting heavily as sweat beaded on their skin.

It had been a long time since he'd allowed himself to lose control like this...but then again, it had been a very long time since anyone had been able to make him feel the way she did.