Her fervent if silent prayers are left unheeded as two men walk past the entrance to her hallway.Her fervent if silent prayers are left unheeded as two men walk past the entrance to her hallway. One of them glances in her direction; his step falters, and he stops, as does his friend, who, following his stare, also now sees her. "Are you all right, miss?" asks the first, taking a tentative step towards her. She nods and smiles, holding a finger to her lips, hoping they don't come close enough to see her back and ask uncomfortable questions. She decides to take a risk in speaking, even with her commander on the other side of the door. "It's a surprise," she explains in a stage whisper. "It's his birthday, and you kind of caught me off guard in mid-preparation." The two men suddenly go very red, making many excuse-mes, and leave, wishing her luck. Once they have gone, silence returns, and she forces herself to wait, in spite of the ache in her back, the bruises on her knees, and the fire between her legs. After several more minutes, he finally opens the office door. "Come in and get up on the desk," he says simply. "I suspect that you know which position to adopt when there." She follows his orders, settling back on her heels, knees spread an almost uncomfortable distance apart, fingers laced together behind her neck. She does not meet his eyes, keeping her gaze instead fixed upon the door beyond his head. He walks around her, taking her in with his eyes. Tension seems to be building to an unbearable point as he faintly runs his fingertips down along her spine, smiling as she flinches from the contact with the reddening welts. From behind, he reaches to cup her breasts, kneading them almost roughly as he brings his lips to her shoulder blades, feeling her press into him ever so slightly. With one hand, he reaches down between her legs, feeling a low pulsating in the cup of his hand, which comes away warm with her humidity. |