On your knees, soldier

Soldier Evans made a fatal mistake when she stepped into her commander's office. Now, her entire future is in his hands. He's about to show her what her desperation will truly cost, and the punishment he has in mind isn't in any military handbook.

Tags: Dark erotic romance, Dominant male, Submissive female, Military, Sex, Anal, Blowjob, Humiliation

Words: 6345

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Soldier Evans walked with a brisk pace down the corridor toward the commander's office. Her heart was pounding a little faster than usual; a performance review never boded well, especially when she was summoned by Squad Commander Taylor himself. His reputation as a strict and uncompromising man preceded him. She stopped in front of the massive wooden door with the plaque "Commander Taylor" and knocked briefly but firmly.

No "Come in!" was heard. After a moment of silence, she tried again, this time a little louder. Still nothing. Curiosity, her eternal companion and sometimes her curse, wouldn't let it go. She gently pressed the handle. The door opened with a quiet creak.

She peeked inside. The office was plunged into dimness, only the rays of the setting sun penetrating through the blinds, drawing long shadows on the floor. Empty. "Hello? Sir?" she called out uncertainly into the silence. No answer. With a certain dose of audacity that was characteristic of her, she slipped inside and quietly closed the door behind her. The office was empty, which surprised her so much that she raised one perfect eyebrow. Taylor was known for his almost pathological punctuality, for his meticulous observance of every second.

Slowly, with a feline caution, she walked inside, her gaze greedily scanning the sparsely but purposefully furnished room. A massive, dark oak desk dominated the space, on its polished surface were precisely, almost geometrically arranged stacks of files, a map of the entire area spread out under heavy glass. A faint but absolutely unmistakable scent of his cologne hung in the air—something rough, animalistic, undeniably masculine, that always secretly quickened her pulse. On an old-fashioned coat rack by the door hung his perfectly ironed uniform, and on it, like the cherry on top, like a king's crown, the commander's beret in a rich, dark color. Evans walked over to it as if drawn by an invisible magnet, a hypnotic force. Carefully, with an almost sacred reverence, she took it in her hands, her fingertips running over the rough, quality fabric. She turned to the tall, slender mirror hanging on the cold wall next to a cabinet filled with military trophies and awards. With a touch of forbidden rebellion, with a spark of audacity in her eyes, she placed it on her head, slightly askew, exactly as he used to wear it with a nonchalant arrogance. She stared at her reflection. That simple piece of fabric suddenly gave her a strange, unexpected aura of power and authority, something intoxicating that made every cell in her body vibrate.

"EVANS! WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! TAKE THAT OFF YOUR INSOLENT HEAD IMMEDIATELY! DO YOU THINK THIS IS SOME FUCKING MASQUERADE?! THAT YOU CAN JUST DO WHATEVER YOU WANT IN HERE?! THIS IS THE END, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?! THE ABSOLUTE END OF YOUR RIDICULOUS CAREER IN THIS ARMY! YOU CAN START PACKING!"