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This was your first time inside of Sir Integra Hellsing's office. Ever since you joined the Hellsing organization you had always anticipated your first meeting with the Leader. Being a part of the armed forces of the Organization you always admired Sir Integra's exceptional skills in decision making and armed combat. Under any other circumstances you would have felt honored to meet the woman you so secretly admired. However…
'Disobeying direct orders from your superior, opening fire without permission in the field of the mission and therefore risking the outcome of the entire operation is not something I had expected by studying your file prior to hiring you, (Y/N).'
The one person you respected most and whose validation you had so desperately worked to get now stood over you, listing the various errors you made on your last mission with that signature cold and disciplinary tone.
'Having impressive qualifications as you do leaves no space for even the slightest lack of obedience in the line of duty. So, you do realize that I was taken aback when your report came in this morning.'
Her tall presence hovering over you, blue eyes that you couldn't dare to meet staring down at you, leaving you frozen and disappointed by your lapse in judgment.
'I'm sorry, Sir', you muttered trying to portray the soldier you were dressed to be. 'Forgive me for my inappropriate behavior. I can assure you, I will not be as foolish as to disregard your orders in the future'
You tried shifting your gaze up to meet hers. Her expression was collected despite the undoubtable anger racing through her body. You did nearly cause an irreversible failure...
'Of course not, (Y/N). I would not allow that.' Her words sharp and sending chills down your spine.
'Thank you, Sir. Is there anything I can do to compensate for my past actions?'
The little courage you had built up crumbled as she sat up from her desk and made her way to the window behind it. She was tall, taller than you, her slim physique accentuated by her expensive pantsuit.
'What am I to do with you, (Y/N)?' she said, staring out of the window behind her desk, her gaze giving you the false impression that it was lost in the distance, when in reality her undivided attention was on you. 'Under different conditions I would have fired you, saving us both the trouble of having this conversation. Having observed your career both before and during your time working for me, however, I recognize that by letting you go I'd lose an important asset.'
Her last comment startled you. In no way had you expected that you had left an impression on Integra Hellsing so much that she had followed your performance as a part of her squad and even called you an 'asset '. The guilt of your disappointment weighed down harder on your stomach.
'Oh?', you heard coming from her direction, 'You don't have anything to say for yourself?' Her words seemed to have a igniting way to them.
'I-I'm sorry, Sir. I appreciate your patience, Sir. I will do anything in my power to prove it to you, Sir'
A smirk being drawn in the corner of her lips, she shifted her eyes from the landscape below to you.
'That's what I wanted to hear.'
Before the sense of relief could settle into you she started making her way towards the side of the desk where you were seated. Standing high and mighty opposite you, you felt the sheer power of Integra looming over you.
'Stand up, soldier!' she ordered, raising her voice for the first during your meeting.
Startled by the unexpected change of formality, you did as she instructed.
'I may have given you a second chance considering your qualifications but do not think for one second that your actions will go without punishment.'
'I-I understand, Sir!' you said with a dimenor suited for a soldier replying to their commanding officer.
'You do?' You had never witnessed Integra speaking in a sarcastic fashion.
'Y-yes, Sir.', you replied, unsure of what to make of the shift in tone.
'Good.', another smirk breaking on her face. She left her position and moved behind you. You could feel her essence at your rear, so close that you could smell the scent of cigars and light cologne lingering.
'Move towards the desk.', she said coldly.
Never would you have anticipated such a sudden instruction. Uncertain, you froze.
'I thought I made it abundantly clear that disobedience to my commands ceased to be an option for you, (Y/N).' with the same soft yet imposing tint painting over her words.
You swallowed and took small steps until only an inch separated you from her expensive, antique desk.
'Good job, (Y/N). I knew you could follow orders.'
Even though you couldn't see, you were convinced that another grin lit her face and that, this time, she even let out a chuckle. The humor of her demeanor and the inconsistent tone of the conversation tide a knot in your stomach. A knot that only got tighter:
'Bend over.'
You hesitantly went to turn your head back to her but she cut you off once again.
'You heard me, (Y/N). Bend over the desk. I had decided to make your punishment easy but experiencing your inappropriate behavior first hand, I have no choice but to put my own... sentimentalities aside.' She was commanding without even raising her voice. You had no choice but to bend over the desk chest down.
You felt her step closer until the fabric from her pants brushed your hips. You could now feel the heat coming from her, adding to the temperature that made your cheeks glow red. With a sudden movement she spread your legs apart, settling herself between them. She, then, bent over you, placing her palms on the desk, trapping your body between them. Being as tall as she was, she didn't lay on you but you could feel the rosary that hung from her neck caressing your back. She moved her head over your shoulder whispering in your ear:
'You understand you fucked up your last mission, yes?', her warm breath brushing your hair.
'Y-yes, Sir', you managed to say, realizing you had been holding your breath the whole time.
'Good. So, you realize that you need to be punished?', her words sharp, cutting into you, making your blood pump hotter inside your veins.
'Yes, Sir.'
'Do you object to your punishment and all that it might entail?'
You knew this was your one and only chance to get out of this. But Sir Integra hovering over you, teasing you, playing with you as if you were her toy soldier, spread that heat from your head to your stomach and now it settled in between your legs.
'No, sir… ' She let out a chuckle.
'Good. I knew you were that whore you came out to be.'
Immediately, one of her hands left the shiny desk that was starting to fog where your hot breath hit it and made its way on your hip. You gasped and in response as she started caressing you up to your waist, only to reach back down, on the inside of your thigh. Her sweet breath and her long fingers capturing your delicate skin overwhelmed you. Keeping a pattern touching you, she lowered her head more resting it on your shoulder and started nibbling on the burning flesh on your neck. You thought stinging could never be so sweet as her teeth marked you as hers. A moan escaped your lips, your boss smiling wickedly over your skin while kissing your collarbone. Her hand left your leg, the lack of friction triggering embarrassing irritation inside you. Her calloused fingers made their way between your legs, palming your heat over your clothes. Glad your arousal finally got some contact, you started grinding on her experienced hand.
'Wow, I barely started and I've got you like this. Someone enjoys being yelled at a little too much... But if scolding won't work... What would an effective punishment method be..'
Her other hand left the desk, holding your upper body close to her chest, forcing you to arch your back in the process. Your head finally off the desk she met your lips with hers. She tasted like smoke and vanilla from the discrete lipstick she always had on. She flipped you over to deepen the kiss sitting you on the cold surface. Her hand was now replaced by her slim leg, her thigh rubbing roughly on your cunt. Her hands moved over your breasts, kneading them and eliciting muffled moans from you.
'P-Please. I need more.', you said gasping
'Tsh tsh. That's no way to talk to your commander.'
'S-sorry, Sir. Please... Fuck me, Sir' you cried out.
'See? Better.'
Integra started undoing your uniforms buttons, slim fingers quickly moving to the buckle of your belt after sliding your Hellsing Organization jacket down your shoulders. You, in return, started messily unbuttoning her suit jacket. When you got to her pants, she grabbed your eager hands, a halting expression on her face...
When she had you down to your panties, she slid her cold fingers inside, never breaking eye contact with you, eating up the sight of your pleasure as she rubbed your folds.
'So wet just from that, (Y/N)?', a grin on her face. She slid one finger in, drawing a deep moan from you.
'Please, Sir, fuck me! You can do whatever you want to me… P-please...'
Without saying anything she pulled down your soaked panties and slid two fingers between your folds, scissoring them inside you. Her unoccupied hand spread your legs more, putting one over her shoulder as she knelt down. Her fingers curved upwards hitting your g-spot, making you moan loudly.
Satisfied, Integra put her mouth over your stimulated clit, drawing fast circles with her tongue.
'Ah... Sir, I'm gonna cum!', you cried as she curled her fingers with a consistent pace.
To your dismay, she, instead, pulled her fingers out, leaving your dripping cunt empty as she ate up your vulnerable expression with her piercing blue eyes.
'You don't have permission to cum as you didn't have permission to go rogue and start firing in a public zone without permission.', she said standing up.
'But I-'
'On your knees, soldier. And close your eyes… '
You did as instructed. Eyes shut and naked, it was the first time you actually felt vulnerable throughout that entire exchange. You heard her move to the back of the desk, taking something from one of the drawers. Your adrenaline was through the roof as you heard her coming back to you a few seconds later.
'Open up.', she said finally.
As you did, you felt a cold object hit your lips. Surprised, you opened your eyes wide only to see Integra looking down at you, one hand holding the fake dick at the base of her strap on.
'Suck.'
And you did, never disobeying another order. You started licking down the lengthy toy before slowly taking a little bit down your throat. Her hand - now cupping the back of your head-urged you to take in more.
'C' mon, (Y/N), you can go deeper.'
You started bobbing your head up and down Integra's dick as her hand gripped your hair softly.
'Good girl, (Y/N). Sucking my cock like the perfect slut you are.', she said as she pulled your head back. 'Do you want my dick, (Y/N)?'
'Yes, Sir. Please'
'Good. And would you, by any chance, want to see me rearrange your guts to my shape?'
'Y-yes, Sir'
'Correct choice. Get on my desk. Facing me. '
Legs open your were once again sitting on her desk, aroused more than ever before.The blonde woman positioned the toy to your entrance, teasing you with the tip. She entered slowly, stretching you wide.
The strap on matched the tall woman wearing it perfectly: long and slim, making you moan as she bottomed out. After waiting a few moments for you to adjust to the length she started moving in and out of you with a slow pace.
'Please, Sir, fuck me harder so I can come', you cried.
'You have gotten louder, (Y/N). I think you might have finally found the right attitude fit for a soldier.'
She started going harder and faster than before hitting the spot that made you whimper every time. You were but a moaning mess in the arms of your commander.
'Uh- Sir. Please let me come.'
'Come for me, (Y/N)', as she started railing you faster into the desk, her thumb making circles over your clit.
You rode out your orgasm, swearing nonsense inside Integra's office. The later pulled out of your dripping cunt and unbuckled her strap.
'You did a good job, (Y/N). Don't let me down again.'
'Yes, sir. But you didn't...'
'I know', she cut you off, 'meet me here tonight at 8 if you want to continue this'. And she handed you a note with an address before leaving you to put her coat back on.
'Yes, Sir. I will'
'Dismissed'