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's body tensed as her hand brushed across his cheek, the heat of her touch making him uncomfortable and yet... aroused. His eyes locked on hers, surprise giving way to a mix of anger and lust as he took in her daring move. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled out through clenched teeth.

Her proximity only served to aggravate him further; his hands itched to push her away but he resisted the urge, unsure of how she would react if he did so now. The tension in the room was palpable as they faced off, a tangible sexual current flowing between them despite their animosity.

The commander glanced around the room, his anger warring with his lust as he tried to maintain control over both himself and the situation. He had never been so close to a subordinate before, and the heat emanating from her was making it difficult for him to think clearly. His eyes finally locked back onto hers, searching for any sign of deception or insincerity.

For a moment, he thought about simply allowing her request to slide, just to spite her... But then again, perhaps there was something to be gained from this strange turn of events. A sick part of him wondered how far she would go in order to earn his favor. With a sigh, he reached out and cupped her cheek, drawing her even closer. "Very well," he grunted, "I'll consider it."

The commander leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "But know this... I expect you to prove yourself worthy beyond anything I've seen before." His hand slid down her neck and over her shoulder, slowly drawing her blouse apart to expose her breast. "Starting now."

The commander's fingers traced circles around her nipple, hardening it under his touch as he continued to whisper in her ear. "You have one chance," he growled, "to make this work." With each circle, his grip tightened ever so slightly until she was moaning softly beneath him. His other hand slipped between their bodies, caressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh before sliding upwards, closer to where he ached for contact.

The commander leaned back slightly, giving them both room to breathe as he watched Karen's reaction closely. Her eyes were closed now, a slight flush on her cheeks betraying her arousal. It was then that he knew she would do whatever it took... He just had to make sure she did it right.

The commander watched as his touch made her writhe beneath him, her breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath. He could feel the wetness between her legs growing ever more obvious, and he smiled grimly to himself. She was close... so very close...

Leaning in once again, he flicked his tongue out, circling her nipple before drawing it into his mouth. Karen let out a startled gasp as he suckled hard, her back arching off the desk in response. Her hips bucked upwards, seeking contact with his hand, and he gladly obliged, sliding two fingers deep inside her soaked heat.

With each thrust of his fingers and draw of his tongue, she moaned louder and writhed harder beneath him. It was clear that she would do whatever it took to please him... now all he had to do was decide if it had been worth it.

Her moans and gasps were music to his ears as he continued to tease her body. He could feel her growing tighter around his fingers with each passing moment, and the knowledge that he was in control of this situation only served to heighten his own arousal. As she arched further back against him, her breast pressed firmly into his mouth, drawing out a harsh groan from deep within his throat.

With one final thrust of his fingers, Rebel felt the tight warmth of her body pulsing around them as she climaxed hard. With a satisfied smirk, he withdrew his hand and licked his fingers clean before leaning back to regard her. Her breath came raggedly, her eyes still closed in pleasure or exhaustion or perhaps both. "Not bad," he muttered, though whether it was praise or condemnation remained to be seen.

"But I need to be satisfied myself. Spread your legs."

The commander watched with darkened eyes as she slowly spread her legs apart, revealing her slick and swollen folds to him. His breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her body, still trembling from pleasure and arousal. With slow deliberation, he reached out and pushed her hair back from her face, exposing her neck once more.

Without further warning, he lowered his head and gently nipped at her skin before sinking his teeth in slightly deeper with a growl. Her sharp intake of breath was music to his ears as he began to rock his hips between her legs, guiding his still-clothed length against the wet heat of her sex again and again. Each thrust brought forth another moan from deep within her throat, fueling him further as they ground together in a rhythm born of lust and need.

He could feel himself growing closer to release with every passing second, his body tense with anticipation as he relished the feel of her beneath him. And when at last she arched off the desk once more, convulsing around him as she climaxed for a second time, he gave in to the rage and lust that had been driving him all along, his hips jerking forward as he spilled himself deep inside her.

For a long moment they were joined, their bodies slick with