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The sheets beneath you crumpled into a heap, the elastic edge being tugged away from the corner as you were caged against the mattress beneath two steely legs straddling your hips. Helpless beneath him, the overpowering aroma of tobacco and oakmoss cologne stimulated your senses. With your eyes clamped tightly shut, you writhed against the hand clamped around your wrists and pinning them above your head.

You attempt to stifle the moan that he coaxes from your lips by biting down hard and turning your face into your upper arm. The flushed heat on your cheeks only seems to grow more intense as his wandering fingers gently tickle at your ribcage. 

This was it. Walking the fine line between too little and too much, you finally wandered too close to the burning ball of light sparking the wick of fury within your superior. You had finally pushed him too far, and all it took was handing in your resignation.

Hearing your stifled whimper at his wandering touch, you could hear the smirk in his chuckle without turning to face him. His calloused digits continue to leave a trail of elevated gooseflesh beneath his fingers. His breath blew against your neck as he lowered himself to a deep stoop, his lips yet to make contact with your quickening pulse.

“Enjoying yourself, brat?” His hands finally cupped your core, his fingers carding through your lower lips and collecting your arousal, smearing and spreading it over your needy slit. “You like being overpowered, don’t you? This what you’ve been aiming for?” 

“I’m not overpowered,” you whine into your shoulder, muffling the moan you made when he teased at your folds and testing the margins close to your pearly bud. “I c-can get outta this if I want to.” He snickered at your confession, his teeth gently nipping at your jaw. 

“Then what’s stoppin’ you, hm?” he watched your face, your brows furrowing and lips parting as he began to toy with your clit, rubbing teasing circles and patterns against the sensitive nub. You mewl in response, attempting to fight back the urge to give him the satisfaction of knowing what his ministrations are doing to you.

“I-I- just… fuck,” you arched your back and hummed into your lips, prompting him to let out a low growl in response. You turned your gaze to his, eyes darkening and blown with lust, “I just don’t want to.”

As your eyes met, he smirked at your challenge and rolled your clit between his index and middle finger. The challenge in your eyes begins to teeter off as your brows peak up in the center of your forehead. His grin grows all the wider when he feels your body beginning to give into him.

“Y-You're-...” you feel his fingers trace and dip patterns into your skin. Your words momentarily become lost to you as his touch becomes more intense and heavy circles against your sensitive bud. 

“I-I’m-...?” his voice mocks you, “I’m what, brat? What am I?” His body pressed more firmly over yours, his gaze never leaving yours as he watches for exactly what motion to make your breath hitch and back arch. You bite your lip in frustration, snarling back at him with a hardened resolve.

“You're an asshole,” you hiss up at him. He chuckles at you, his cruel smirk growing into a sinister grin. 

“You kiss all your superiors with that mouth?” He tightens his grip over your wrists and gently rocks his hand over your core, spreading your glistening arousal further over your pussy before focussing more attention on your clit. “Or is it just hollow words to disguise the fact that I’m making you feel so fucking good?” 

“Fuck you, Smoker,” you finally hiss his name, whining as you feel his fingers begin to curl and tease at your slit. “You've a-always been so fucking mean to me. W-Why-... oh fuck,” his fingers slip into your tight entrance and curl up to brush immediately with your g-spot. You arch your back as your wandering touch continues to coax moans from your throat. “...Why are you doing this?”

A small chuckle rumbles from his throat as he scissors and pistons his fingers within your core, watching you closely as another pleasured moan escapes your parted lips. Removing his hands from your heat, he drags his fingers over your lower stomach and spreads a shameful streak of arousal atop your warm skin. 

“Because, you little shit,” he barks down at you, gently leaning in towards your face and hovering a few whispers away from your lips, “You’ve always been such a fucking tease, and it’s time for me to take back some control.” A dangerous smile splits over his mouth and up his cheeks as his fingers return to your entrance and sliding his middle and unity fingers against your core.

You smirk up at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much you have been craving his attention, your hands still trapped in his strong grip and your body pinned beneath his wide straddle. 

“Could’a just had me do some laps or-... ooh, f-fuck-...” you threw your head back against the plush pillow as he massaged the spongy underside of your g-spot while thumbing at your sensitive clit. He chuckles out a raspy laugh, hooking beckoning motions against you while circling your glistening bud. 

“Oh, but you’d like that,” he growled into your face, the scent of menthol and tobacco wafting over your face from his cool breath. “You're not a cadet, you're not an officer, you're a fucking commander,” his pace quickened, your nipples puckering and your breasts bouncing with every harsh jolt from him, “My fucking commander.”

Feeling the rapid approach of your release had your walls flutter and contract around him. You attempted to withhold the orgasm, biting down on your tongue just as the coil began to tighten within your body. 

He immediately withdrew his hand, pulling it out and giving your thigh a harsh slap. You cry out in frustration, both craving release and ashamed that he knew how close you were. Eyes meeting, he arched his brow up at you while noticing a foreign emotion dance over your face. His eyes widen and he immediately laughs down at you. 

“Oh, Commander,” he taunts you, raising his hand back up to hover over your clit, “You've never been denied a damn thing in your life, have you?” He gently and slowly pressed on the tip of your clit, rubbing sweet circles gently enough into you to hold you on the edge without allowing your release to teeter over. 

Pouting in response to his question, he opens his mouth with an expression of sick joy at this new information. He gently cupped your slickened heat with his hand, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit and causing your hips to involuntary attempt to rock beneath the cage of his body. 

“Oh, you're such a spoilt brat, aren't you?” he taunts you, removing his hand and hovering it over your heat just as you feel yourself begin to contract around nothing. “Nuh-uh. No fuckin’ way.” He chuckled at you, gently removing his left knee from caging your hip and using it to spread open your legs further. 

You attempt to wriggle beneath him, desperate for stimulation and attempting to break out of his grip to no avail. He slowly leans over you and studies your flushed face, sweat pooling at your temples and breath shaking. 

“Oh, this is gonna be fun,” he growled possessively, pressing his lips on your jaw and slowly kissing down to your pulse. “Guess what, brat.” He whispered, pressing a final kiss against your neck before bringing his eyes back up to meet yours. “You're not gonna cum ‘til you beg me for it.”

A soft squeak pulled itself from your throat as he moved his right knee to join with his left between your legs. Parting your legs with a hand on your left thigh and leaning into your right with his weight, he gently danced his fingers against the sticky arousal glistening at your entrance. 

“I don't beg, Smoker,” you bit back, whimpering as he gently thumbed at your clit in lazy circles, “I don't-... fuck-... I don't do that. I won't beg.”

“Oh, but you will,” he hummed his taunt down at you, dragging your wrists down and pinning them at the pit of your stomach as he maneuvered his body down between yours, “You’ll be crying, begging and pleading for me to let you cum.” He nudges your thigh with his shoulder, the other pushed back by his hand up to your waist

“If you haven’t already figured it out by now,” he murmured against your stomach, looking up at you with danger in his expression, “You’re about to learn just how cruel I can be when my underlings are acting out of line.” He lulls his head to the side and stares lovingly at your aroused center, "Especially when my favorite one handed in their resignation today, completely unwarranted." His breath brushes over your core as a small smile spreads across his lips.

His head dips down, his tongue licking a teasing stripe from your slit to your clit, paying attention to the pearly bud before coming away. You arch your back and tug at your hands, your core rocking against his lips involuntarily to chase that high he’d been teasing you with. 

Snickering, he releases your hands and uses the opportunity to press your thighs up into your chest, spreading your pussy open to gawk with his eyes glazed at the mess already pooling at your core. He immediately dived in, his brute strength anchoring you down to the bed.

Bobbing and weaving his head, his flattened tongue rakes intentional circles against your clit before surging forward and latching onto the sensitive tip with his lips puckered and mouthing at your most intimate nerve. Just as you felt the rise of waves pool at the floodgates of bliss, he pulls away from your body with a crude 'pop'.

“You're a prick,” you curse at him, immediately flopping back on the blankets beneath you. Drawing your hands up to your face, you gently shriek into your digits as you feel him blow on your pussy. Your walls begin to contract from heightened sensitivity, but he refuses to usher you into release. 

Just as you feel yourself slip away from the orgasm he was teasing you with, his tongue continues to explore your core, licking deeply and enjoying the little mewls and whines escaping your mouth. His hands press your thighs further up into your chest, caressing the flesh and molding them in his palms.

“You don’t mean that, brat,” he growled in a rumbled taunt up at you, “Not when I can make you feel this good.” He dives back in, flicking his tongue skillfully around your clit and gently sucking on the pearly bud. 

You whimper at his tongue grinding against you, feeling your arousal begin to draw higher and urge closer towards bliss. His tongue laps closer to your slit, bobbing and spreading your nectar over your pussy and humming against you. 

“I-... nmmmg-...” you bit your index finger and shook your head in frustration, “...I can get this from anyone. You're n-not special,” You huff in defiance, feeling how skilled he was, has your words feeling hollow and baseless. 

“Oh, you can, can you?” He chuckles at your words. His knowing tone had you bite back your frustration as he pulled away one more time. You growl in fury, leaning up and glaring at him as he withheld your release. “You're not in any position to say I'm not special. Look how fucking wet you are, how fucking close you are.”

He released one of your thighs, cupping your mound harshly before pulling away and giving it a scolding slap. You cry out your shock, hearing the sinful squelch of your juices meeting his hand. 

Without further warning, he hooks your knees over his shoulders and buries his face deep against you. He plunged his tongue into your entrance while grinding his nose against your clit. Your hands immediately shot down and carded your fingertips through his hair. 

His tongue continues to explore your depths, feeling your walls begin to clench around his tongue as you feel the pit in your abdomen about to burst with the tension snapping. Regardless of how hard you were pressing his face into you, and how firmly your thighs caged his face against your cunt, he still pulled away as you were on the edge of ecstacy. 

“Nope,” he chuckles, gently pressing a taunting kiss against your clit, “Not until you beg for it.” You scream behind your lips, the raspy cry catching in your throat as he withdrew from your pussy. 

“F-Fuck you, Smoker,” you whined, feeling tears begin to prick in the corners of your eyes at how much pleasure your body was enduring by his skilled hands, face and tongue. He chuckled at you, pressing another kiss against your clit before harshly flicking his tongue in a stiff point over the sensitive bud. 

“Still not gonna beg? Tsk,” he clicked his tongue in disdain before surging forward and latching on the bud. His middle and unity fingers found your slit, dancing on the edge of the border and teasing you with scissoring motions. Releasing your clit with a soft ‘pop’ he looked up at you through his eyelashes. 

“I have all fuckin’ day,” he purred at you, gently inching his fingers into your slit, “I even cleared my night shift, and my day tomorrow to teach you this fuckin’ lesson.” Your eyes widen and you attempted to stifle a whimper as he curls his digits past the second knuckle back to brush with your g-spot again. “I can go all damn night and well into the morning, keepin’ you right here...” He trails off, feeling the squeeze of your walls attempt to hold him within you, but he immediately pulls away. 

The cruelty of your superior was unmatched. He continued staring at you as your sweat dampened your hair, a few strands falling into your face and sticking to your skin like epoxy on ceramic. Smoker’s taunt kept your mind vacant of all other thoughts than proving him wrong, but his predatory look and playful fire in his smile had you truly want to give in. 

“Can’t deceive me, baby,” he growls at you, staring down at how your body is begging on behalf of your mouth to withdraw from your stubbornness. “I can read you like a book. I can tell when you’re gonna cum, and I’ll keep pullin’ away until you beg me to keep going.” 

He dives back down, his tongue flick against your bud while his fingers return to you in a cruel piston. You throw your head back while involuntarily reaching down and tugging his head closer and rock your hips against his face. Smiling against your pussy, he hums as he tastes more of your gushing juices coating his lips, tongue and chin. 

The dancing tingles in your toes begin to ignite and shoot sparks up to your core, your breath hitching and moans becoming louder with every movement. Your jaw falls slack as saliva begins to pool from your lips as he brings you all the closer to ecstasy. You clench around his fingers and he smiles against your clit, halting his tongue and holding his fingers in a cruel, unmoving, curl against your g-spot.

“Gonna say ‘please’ yet, Commander?” he taunted you. You choked back a sob, shaking your head. He sighed in frustration, his lips still curling into a soft smile. “Oh, you poor thing. Only thing standing between you and cumming is using your fuckin’ words. Not gonna?” A heavy tear fell away from your eyes, the humiliation of having to ask your superior officer for release causing you to suffer more than enduring the pleasure he was pressing into you. 

“You-... You're an asshole. Just-...” he lulls his head to the side, pressing a gentle kiss against your thigh and feigning innocence up at you. You bite back a frustrated whimper and furrow your brows as you look down at him, “I’m not gonna beg. I won’t beg.” 

“Have it your way, then,” he said with a soft shrug, pressing another kiss to your thigh before immediately plunging his fingers back into your slippery heat and rapidly pistoning his digits in and out of your slit. You bite the urge to scream, feeling the heavy waves of your orgasm beginning to harshly approach you. 

Just as soon as you felt the call of release, he withdrew just as hastily as he began. You sobbed, sucking your lips into your mouth and whimpering back your plea. You refused to give in and plead for him to end the torment, your body betraying you and contracting in need.

“All you have to do is beg for it, and I’ll let you have it,” he whispered against your heat, slowly exhaling over your slick and teasing you with his breath, “I know you want to. You know you want to. Let me tip you over the edge. Give in to me and fuckin’ beg.” His tongue begins to flick across your pussy in a soft tease.

His tongue dives back in and begins to lick a sensual stripe deep and hard within you. Your legs begin to shake and shudder around him as you contain your restraint and refuse to give in. Just as you are ushered into an eruption of ecstasy, his smile hovers over your clit and licks a soft flattened flick over your pearly bud. 

“Y-You're gonna make me-...” His tongue hovers over your clit while his lips frame the hood, gently coaxing you by mouthing at your sensitive flesh. This is the closest he’d edged you to, and you almost tip over the sizzling line of utopia. 

“Beg now,” he muffles his barked order into your pussy, holding you just on the edge enough to have you scream. Looking down, you growl at witnessing his cocky smirk, possessive eyes, and his hands holding you so close to the edge. Your lip quivers and your glassy eyes look down as a figure of both craving and complete innocence. 

“D-Don't-...” You attempt to bark at him not to pull away, the fire beginning to grow in the pit of your belly, “Don’t you fucking dare stop, Smoker.” He chuckled at you, holding his motions steady and refusing to tip you over. 

“Then beg for me. I want to hear you say it.” He taunted you, his resolve holding firm and his eyes daring you to attempt to withhold your desires further, “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me.” His fingers keep dancing a light pattern on your clit, just enough to keep you near the edge but nowhere near enough to make you finish.

Just as he begins to pull away, you pout back your defiance and snake your hand down your stomach in a bid to release yourself of the torment and usher your body into the orgasm he’s been denying you for so long. Catching your hands, he growls at you and pins your wrists on the side of the bed harshly. 

“No fuckin’ way,” he barks at you with an angry scoff, “Not a snowball’s chance in the realms of hell.” He firmly grips your wrists to emphasize his gruff scolding, “Not gettin’ any release until you beg me for it.” 

You bite back a soft sob, desperately trying to draw his head closer to your needy center with your thighs caging his head. He shoulders back your thighs, spreading your legs and presenting you up to him with ease. 

“Please.”

That soft whisper has a swell of pride rise in his chest, his mind gathering heavier in foggy gratification, and thrilled at the subtle petition to reign you towards your climax. He chuckles against you, slowly kissing the dip where your thigh meets your groin. 

“What was that, Commander?” he trailed a line of kisses from over your lower lips and urged his face closer to your glistening core, “You say something?” You tug against his hands, your eyes beginning to glaze over with glassy tears falling over your lash line. 

“Please, Smoker. Please, I c-can’t take it anymore,” you whimper, your bottom lip quivering as you sob out your supplication. “Please make me cum. P-Please. Please, I can’t-... I can’t-...” Your brows furrow in the center of your forehead and you clench your eyes tightly shut. 

“There you go. Was that so hard?” he chuckled against your core, releasing your wrists and drawing them up to his head. Your chest heaves as you continue to cry in frustration at the denial he tormented you with. 

“Alright, alright. Easy, now,” he soothes you, lacing his hands within your fingers over the backs of your hands and eases your digits into his hair. “I’ll get you there, just hold on. Trust me.” You whimpered and bit your lip as he withdrew his hands from your own. 

Holding your thighs steady, he spread your lips with his thumbs and immediately dove back into your glistening center. You huffed and panted, balling his silvery hair into heaped fistfuls and gently rocking with each skilled motion of his tongue. He grappled your thigh in his left hand, holding it firmly against his shoulder and joined his right in stimulating your core. 

His tongue traveled up to mouth at your clit, romancing it with his attention, while his fingers began hooking within your body and scissor against your spongy g-spot. Smiling against your core, his eyes rolled back as he began to feel the contractions of your walls suck his fingers in deeper. 

“I’m g-gonna-... I’m gonna c-c-...” you confess, your thighs tightening around his head and your back arching off the mattress. He anchors your thigh against his shoulder as he continues to piston and curl his fingers within your walls, beckoning the barrier of bliss to crumble and fall with each motion. His tongue and lips continue to latch onto your clit and heighten your peek.

“Mm-hmm,” he muffled into you, the hum shooting a vibrational quiver like lightning through your body. You reached behind your head and clasped the pillow behind your head while you continued to hold his head in the other. 

Right on the edge of ecstasy, your body desperately gives into the craving of release. He hums against you, nodding and urging you to use his face and hand to finally give in. His eyes never leave your face as your brows, eyes and lips begin to contort in immediate gratification. 

Writhing against his face, he experiences the full brunt of the withheld orgasm as you gush your slick against his jaw and fingers. The longevity of the orgasm lasts what feels like a lifetime, the waves of chaos intertwining with the finality of achieving release after being denied for so long has your tears flowing freely down your cheeks. 

As you ride and coast through your orgasm, you flop your back onto the mattress and gently move your hand from gripping his hair to cradling his cheek. He presses another soft kiss against your clit as he retracts his fingers from your slit, the pearl twitching in oversensitivity as you shudder. Catharsis overcomes you as you move your forearm to cover your eyes, hiding you from his teasing gaze. 

“See? All you had to do was beg for it,” he whispered, gently nuzzling his face against your thigh to rid his stubbled chin of your arousal. “I’m not such a bad boss, am I?” You attempt to laugh through your sobs, prompting him to slink through your legs and hover over your face. 

“Let me see those eyes, hm?” he nudged your forearm with his head, gently cooing down at you to have you open up to him. You reluctantly pulled your forearm away, your initial glare falling away as you rounded your eyes and looked up at him through your eyelashes. “There you are,” he sighed, gently brushing his nose with yours and smiling down at you. 

“All this because I didn’t put my request for a transfer in the right paperwork pile?” you pouted at him, prompting him to drop his smile and tense in soft shock. 

“You think that’s what this is about? Paperwork?” he asked you, his frown deepening as he drew himself closer to you. “No, you little shit. It’s because you wanted to leave me in the first place.” Your lip quivered as you attempted to withhold both another sob and your growing smile. 

“You’re always so fucking mean to me, why would I want to stay?” you ask him, his body weight offering you warmth and security in your nudity. He gently caressed your hair and studied your face. 

“I’m mean to you because I want you to be the best,” he whispered dotingly. Gently pressing his lips to your temple, he held you beneath him, “You’re already a far better commander than I ever was, and I want so much more for you.” His steady heartbeat and gentle breaths coax you into a sense of peace within his embrace. 

After holding you there for a few moments, he pulled back to gaze once more into your eyes. You looked up at him with puzzlement.

“And you thought edging me was the best way to get me to fall back in line and stay here?” you scoff at him, looking up dangerously into his face. He smirked in response, nudging your nose up with his chin affectionately.

“Not the best way, no,” he admitted to you with a soft laugh, “But it gives me the opportunity to express how I feel about you while I make sure you know where your fuckin’ place is.” You roll your eyes at him in response, turning your face away from his dangerous gaze.

“Oh?” you taunt him with defiance dripping from your tone, “And where is my place, Vice-Admiral? Enlighten me.” He leans forward, pressing his lips to your neck.

“It’s right here,” he whispered, pressing another kiss higher up to your jaw, “Beneath me.” His lips trace a little higher up, pressing a gentle caress against your chin, “In every way, Commander.” He coaxes you to face him, hovering his lips over yours and gazing possessively into your eyes.