Do not react

“Is this some sort of test,” you think. “I has to be.” You convince yourself. Forcing yourself not to move a muscle.

“Oh, don’t worry, Airman,” Colonel Hancock says with a playful smirk, withdrawing her hand slowly and taking a step back from you. “I was just having some fun teasing my new assistant.” She pauses for dramatic effect before adding softly, “But maybe I should teach you a lesson about maintaining proper boundaries, hmm?”

Before you can respond or even process her words, she walks over to her closet and rummages through one of the drawers. Your heart is pounding in your chest as she returns with a small box, which she holds tantalizingly close to your face before slowly opening it. Inside are two pairs of black lacy underwear, so small you imagine they wouldn’t cover anything at all.

“Now then,” she says, her voice dripping with mischief, “I think it’s time for you to learn a little something about self-control.”

Your heart is racing as Colonel Hancock teases and taunts you like this. The thought of her wearing these tiny lacy underwear underneath that stiff uniform sends shockwaves of desire coursing through your veins. And now she’s holding them up to your face, dangling them enticingly close but just out of reach.

“C-Colonel...” You stammer out, your voice sounding even more broken than before. “P-Please... I-I don’t know what you want me to do.” Your mind is racing a million miles an hour, trying desperately to think of some way out of this situation without incurring her wrath.

Colonel Hancock chuckles softly, her eyes gleaming with mischief and something else—something darker and more sinister. “Oh, I think you do,” she purs, taking slow, deliberate steps towards you until she was mere inches away. Her breath brushes against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

Before you could even process what was happening, Colonel Hancock reaches out and start undoing your belt. You are frozen in place as she gently unbuttons your pants, before slowly tugging them down along with your boxer briefs. She let out a soft, satisfied hum as she takes in the sight of your hardened member standing proudly before her.

“That’s better,” she murmurs, running her fingertips teasingly over the head of your cock. “Now then, I want you to touch yourself for me.” Her voice is a low, husky command that reverberates through your entire being.

You feel like you’re in a fever dream, unable to believe what’s happening but helplessly caught up in it nonetheless. Colonel Hancock has you completely and utterly captivated with her seductive words and sensual touches.