Refuse

“C-Colonel...” You manage to squeak out, your voice sounding like a broken record. “I... I can’t.” It’s a pathetic attempt at defiance, but the truth is that you want to do it more than anything else in the world right now.

Colonel Hancock arches an eyebrow in mock-disapproval. “Is that so?” She asks sweetly before reaching down and taking your hard cock into her delicate hands. Her grip is surprisingly tight yet oh-so-gentle as she starts to pump it up and down slowly, causing waves of pleasure to wash over you like a tidal wave crashing against the shore.

“I’m afraid I can’t allow such disobedience from my new assistant,” she pants out between breaths. “You know what happens when you disobey your superior officer.”

Your cock throbs wildly in her strong yet gentle grip, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of your being. “C-Colonel...” You whimper out, completely at her mercy.

“I’m waiting,” she purrs, her eyes locked onto yours, challenging you to break eye contact first. She picks up the pace slightly, pumping your cock faster and harder now. “Say it.” Her voice was husky with desire, almost a growl reverberating deep in her throat.

“I-I’ll do anything you want me to do it please,” you gasp out between moans as she continues to stroke your cock faster and harder. Your eyes are locked onto hers, unable or unwilling to look away even if you wanted to.

“Good,” she replies coldly, “now put these on.” she commands holding out the pair of tiny black panties.

You stare at her for a moment, still caught off guard by the sudden change in tone. But you know better than to defy your superior officer—especially not when she’s got a hold over something as sensitive and **** as your cock.

“Y-Yes, Colonel,” you manage to croak out, reaching out tentatively with trembling hands to take the tiny pair of panties from her. Slowly, carefully, you ease them over your member, wincing slightly at the tightness but also reveling in the newfound sensation of silky-smooth fabric clinging so closely to your hard cock.

Colonel Hancock’s eyes widened ever so slightly as she watched you struggle into the tiny garment, her grip on your cock tightening almost imperceptibly in response. “Very good,” she purrs, her voice dripping with approval. “Now, stand up straight and face me.”

You obey without hesitation, standing tall and proud before your superior officer, the tiny panties hugging your crotch tightly, emphasizing every twitch and pulse of your hard cock. Your heart is racing in anticipation of what comes next, both terrified and turned on by this whole situation.

“Now, put your pants back on and meet me in the main conference room in 10 minutes. I have a video call with HQ about the upcoming inspection.” She instructs you like nothing is out of the ordinary.

You nod quickly, still unable to tear your gaze away from Colonel Hancock’s commanding presence. Slowly and shakily, you manage to tuck your hard cock back into your pants up. Straightening out any wrinkles in your uniform as best as possible given the situation, you salute sharply.

“Yes, Colonel,” you manage to croak out, saluting her one last time before quickly exiting the office, your mind racing with a mix of confusion, arousal, and sheer terror about what’s going to happen next.