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Hange didn’t lose their temper often, but when they did, it wasn’t pretty.
You were sitting across from them in their office, your body tingling in excitement. You knew the consequences of upsetting them, and you were excited of all things. Hange was drumming their fingers on the polished wood of their desk, their brow furrowed; the look in their eye told you exactly what they planned on doing with you, and it made you rub your thighs together.
“As my assistant, you know very well the expectations I have for you,” Hange said, their voice dark. “You usually don’t disappoint me. That’s not the case today. You’ve just been out of it all day, not paying attention to anything I say. I don’t even know how many times I’ve had to repeat myself today. And when you were supposed to be helping me with paperwork, you barely did anything. Your mind seemed to be in a completely other place. Care to tell me what that place was?”
“I’m sorry, Commander,” you said, casting your eyes toward your lap. Despite how their frustration turned you on, you had the dignity to feel guilty. “I just—”
They snapped their fingers. “Look at me when you speak. Seriously, what is up with you today?”
You met their eye again. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about you all day… And how much I wanted you.”
“Our private relationship shouldn’t get in the way of you doing your job. Is this going to become an issue? Because if it is, I have no problem fucking someone else.”
“No, Commander,” you said quickly. “I deserve to be punished, I know.”
“Yeah, you do.” They patted their thigh. “Bend over my knees, now.”
You quickly did as you were told, walking over to Hange’s side of the desk and draping yourself over their knees, ass in the air. They reached underneath you to unbutton and unzip your pants and quickly discarded the clothing. Running a hand over your ass, they pushed your shirt up your back, exposing your hips. You shuddered at the feeling of their hands on your bare skin.
“How many do you think you deserve?” Hange said, playing with the waistband of your panties.
“As many as you think, Commander.”
“Mm, then we’ll do fifteen. If you’re bad, though, I’ll have to add more.”
They continued touching you for a bit, feeling up and down your trembling body, dipping their fingers underneath the fabric of your panties to tease you. You wouldn’t get a warning as to when the punishment would start—that’s how it went with them.
Hange lifted their palm and slapped your ass, not holding back their strength. You were jolted forward a bit by the impact. The sharp noise rang out in the silence of their office. “One.”
They struck you again; you cried out at the force of it. Your hands searched for something to grab on to, but you were dangling helplessly off their lap.
The next few smacks came in rapid succession—Hange barely even gave you time to breathe in between them. “We’re at seven now. You’re taking your punishment well so far, aren’t you?”
Their praise had your pussy drooling into your panties, and it almost made you forget about the burning of your skin and the guilt eating at your chest. “Thank you, Commander. I just wanna be good for you.”
“Yeah, you do.” They hit you again, and it took you by surprise, had you sobbing and squirming in their lap. “That’s eight. You’re over halfway through.”
Hange spanked you three more times, each one followed by a little cry from you. The pain was delicious; you were sure you’d be reminded of this moment every time you sat down for the next week or so.
“Eleven. You’re so close—being so good.” They slid their hand from your ass to your clothed slit, ran their index finger up and down it a few times. “My, look how wet you are. Does being punished by me turn you on, slut?”
“Yes, sir. I love it so much when you spank me…” The admission had your cheeks burning. You cried out sharply when they pressed their finger into your clit. “Ah, Hange!”
“What was that?” They squeezed your asscheek, and you knew you’d made a mistake. “I’m gonna have to give you a few extra hits if you can’t even address your superior the right way. Teach you some proper respect.”
“I’m sorry, Commander. Please punish me more—I deserve it.”
Hange lifted their hand above their head but didn’t make any moves for a few seconds. They wanted to keep you on your toes, remind you of who was in control here. When they did hit you, though, you all but screamed. Their palm made contact with the soft spot where your thigh and ass met. They hit you there twice more, hard and fast, not caring how loudly you cried. You could feel tears beginning to slip past your lash line, the combination of pain and pleasure making your eyes water.
“None of those counted, so we’re still at eleven.” They smoothed their hand over the burning skin of your ass. “You’ll get five more if you disrespect me like that again.”
“I understand, sir.” Your voice was so weak that you almost didn’t recognize it.
For the last four hits, Hange brought their hand down quickly and with all of their strength. A choked sound was forced out of the back of your throat at the last one—it was somewhere between a sob and a moan. Tears had made trails down your cheeks, and your face was sticky from it now.
“Good job,” Hange said, stroking comforting circles into the small of your back. “You did such a good job taking your punishment. Now you’re gonna make your Commander feel good, okay? Then maybe you’ll get my cock.”
“Yes, sir.” With their help, you rose from their lap and knelt in front of them. They looked quite imposing from this angle. Their forest-green jacket was neatly pressed, and there wasn’t a wrinkle to be seen in their pants. Their legs were spread, making them seem bigger than they already were.
Hange undid the belt that held their jacket to their body and did the same to the belt on their pants, carelessly tossing both of them to the side. Their erection was obvious in their gray pants, and your mouth watered at the mere thought of having them down your throat. They chuckled at your excitement. You knew better than to touch them right now, so you sat back and watched as they pulled their pants down until they met their boots. They did the same to their boxer briefs; their swollen cock hit their shirt, smearing a bit of precum onto the fabric.
“All right,” they said, cutting through the heavy silence between you. “Be a good assistant and suck my cock.”
You shuffled forward and took the base of their cock in your hand. Slowly, you brought your hand up to thumb at the tip. Precum beaded at their slit, and you took some on your fingers and stroked it down the length of them, slicking up their cock. You returned your hands to the base and wrapped your lips around the head. Their breath became heavier, more labored, as you began sucking lightly on their head, and they fisted a hand in your hair.
Hange’s breath hitched sharply when you brought a hand down to caress their balls. You began moving your head lower, taking more of them and listening keenly to the changes in their breathing. They let out a groan when you squeezed their balls and tugged at the sack a bit, pushing your head down slightly. You could tell that they were trying their best to restrain themselves, to stop themselves from shoving their entire cock into your mouth and fucking your throat.
They gently began pushing your head down, more of their cock sliding into your throat. You allowed them to slip deeper, running your tongue up and down the shaft as you continued your descent. You delighted in the low moans you pulled from them every time you sucked or swirled your tongue around them. Otherwise, though, they were pretty quiet, save for their heavy breathing. You knew the silence was practiced; both of you could get in trouble if you were caught in a position like this.
When they were finally all the way inside you, you felt unimaginably full. Their long, thick cock filled your throat perfectly, stretching you until you felt like you’d burst and fall in neat pieces to their floor. You breathed heavily through your nose and concentrated on trying not to choke. They were just so big, but you were determined to make your Commander feel good, to make up for your behavior earlier in the day.
You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, and a moan fell from Hange’s lips. They tightened their hold on your hair as you moved your head up, drawing about half of their cock out of your mouth. You began bobbing your head, periodically sucking on them, and they bucked their hips.
You lowered your head all the way once again. They stroked your hair, wordlessly praising you, so you swallowed around them. They gasped and let out a long, low moan.
“I like that,” Hange said, running their fingers through your hair. “Good job, soldier. You’re being so good for your Commander.”
You swallowed again, and their cock throbbed. You loved being in this position. You loved being on your knees for the Commander, feeling their cock hot and heavy against your tongue. Even though the hardwood floor was bruising your skin, there was nowhere you’d rather be. You moaned around them, sending a chill down their spine.
“Ah,” they sighed, more precum spurting from their slit. “Goddamn, you make me feel so good.”
Your stomach flipped at their praise. You moved your head up so that your lips were only around their head, and you began rubbing your tongue roughly against the underside of it. Hange groaned, their cock throbbing and their hips spasming. They wanted to fuck your throat so badly… Who were you to deny them that?
You tapped their thigh a few times, and they let go of you to allow you to pull off them. “You can fuck my throat, Commander. Just use me… I wanna make you feel good.”
“Fuck.” Hange rose from their chair, taking their cock in their hand. It was slick with your spit. “You really are such a good assistant. Get ready, now.”
They placed the tip of their cock against your lips and roughly pushed inside. You choked and gagged, not quite prepared for the sensation of them filling you so quickly. They pulled out a bit and thrust back inside, their cock brushing an even deeper spot in your throat. They continued like that for a bit, slowly thrusting in and out, mercifully allowing you some time to adjust.
“God, look at you,” Hange breathed. “You look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock like that. You must really like taking your Commander’s cock like a fucking slut, huh?”
You moaned around them, which ended up sounding more like a choked gargling noise, as they began fucking you harder. They were pounding into your throat at a brutal pace, moaning wantonly and showing you no mercy. You felt saliva leak from your mouth and dribble down your chin. Your cunt clenched around nothing, and your panties were sticking to you from how wet you were. You held on to their thighs and took their cock like they told you to, hoping that if you were good for them they’d fuck you.
“Yeah, that’s right,” they groaned. “Take all of my cock. God, I’m gonna fucking cum soon… You’re being so good for me. Your throat is so damn perfect.”
You felt your cunt throb—nothing felt better than being good for Hange. Their grip on your hair was beginning to make your scalp sting, and their balls were slapping against your spit-slick chin. They selfishly used your throat in pursuit of their orgasm; you could tell they were close. They were breathing quickly and moaning loudly and more freely, and their thrusts were irregular and sloppy.
Hange thrust all the way into you and spilled deep into your throat with a groan. You dutifully swallowed all of their cum, sucking on their cock to bring them through their orgasm. When they finally released you from their grasp, you fell back and inhaled deeply. They gathered the strings of spit and cum from your face and put their fingers in your mouth for you to clean off. You swirled your tongue around their fingers, bringing another moan from them.
“All right, I think you deserve to be fucked by me.” Hange was almost fully hard again. “Why don’t you bend over my desk?”
You stood on shaky legs and turned around, lying on their desk, your boots barely making contact with the floor. They wasted no time in pulling your panties down. A string of arousal formed between your soaked cunt and the fabric and broke as they pulled your panties further down your legs, and you quivered at the feeling of the cool air of their office hitting your cunt.
Hange pressed the tip of their cock against your hole. They slid their hands down your sides and took hold of your hips. You loved how big their hands were, how easy it was for them to manhandle you and do whatever they pleased with you.
You pushed your hips back, and they chuckled at your desperation. “I love your cunt. So wet and needy for me. Mm, I can’t wait to fill you with my cum.”
When Hange finally pushed inside, you whined, grasping at their desk for leverage. They were barely inside of you, and you could already feel the stretch. They continued slipping deeper, squeezing your hips. Their cock throbbed—you were so sensitive that you could feel every little movement inside you. They let out a short moan when they finally bottomed out. Having Hange’s cock inside of you was always a tight fit, but the way they stretched your hole had pleasure shooting up your body, clouding your mind with lust. You felt like a stuffed turkey, speared on their cock and lying on their desk. They squeezed and kneaded your asscheeks while they waited for you to adjust.
When you were ready, Hange pulled out until only the head of their cock was inside of you. Your hole clenched around them, trying to bring them back in; you hated this feeling of emptiness. You moaned loudly when they thrust back into you. Your arms slipped, sending some of the papers on their desk fluttering to the floor.
“So fuckin’ tight,” they groaned, setting a steady pace. “I love a good, tight cunt.”
Hange’s hips slapped against your ass as they fucked you, the sounds filling the room and mixing with your moans. Each thrust sent you forward a bit; you gripped their desk so hard that your knuckles began to turn white. Sparks of pleasure rippled through your body, setting you aflame with desire.
“Oh, Commander!” you cried, feeling a new wave of arousal seep from your cunt. “Feels so good!”
Hange soon picked up the intensity of their thrusts. Their desk had become a mess of scattered papers, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about that. You felt a bead of sweat trickle down your brow. You could only imagine what a mess Hange was seeing, especially because you were now so wet that obscene squelching noises accompanied each of their thrusts.
You turned around briefly, and you weren’t disappointed by the sight. Hange’s face was beautiful, flushed and contorted in pleasure. You could barely see the brown of their eye with how their pupil had expanded.
Hange groaned and drove their hips into you with more vigor, their breaths growing increasingly ragged. Your hole was squeezing their cock, and your muscles were tingling; you had quickly grown close to orgasm, too. You loved this primal sort of fucking, having Hange rut into you without much rhythm, letting out all of their frustration on you.
Suddenly, Hange pressed their cock all the way into you and came deep inside you with a groan so low that it was nearly a growl. “Fuck, take all of my cum like a good assistant.” They roughly thrust into you, and your hole tightened around their cock to milk every bit of cum out of them.
The feeling of them cumming in you brought you over the edge, and you sobbed, your hole fluttering around their cock. Your body shook uncontrollably as waves of pleasure rolled over you. Hange slowed the pace of their thrusts to get both of you through your orgasms and pulled out when you were done.
“God, that was so good. You’re so good for me.” They reached out to push their cum back into your hole; it had begun to leak out of you.
You had no response for them other than a moan; your head felt like it had been stuffed full of cotton, and your ears were ringing. They had quite literally fucked you dumb. Hell, you couldn’t even get off their desk. It felt like you had no control over your limbs.
Hange patted your ass. “When you can, get dressed. Make sure none of my cum drips out of you, or else I might have to spank you again.” They laughed when they saw your hole clench. “God, you really are a whore for me.”
After a bit, you were able to stand up and get dressed again. Your legs still felt like jelly. Hange was reclining in their chair, their eye on you.
“Thank you for fucking me, Commander,” you said. “I’m sorry for disappointing you earlier. It won’t happen again.”
“Of course it won’t,” they replied with a smile. “You took your punishment well and made me feel good, so I forgive you. I know you won’t fall short of my expectations again, though. I’m very confident in you. Am I right to have that faith in you?”
“Yes, Commander.”