Sergeant Zhang and her Master get to know each other better...

Medical Staff Sergeant Serena Zhang's Point of View:

Your uniform felt too tight, your nipples hardening beneath the fabric as you tried to focus and take your mind off the erotic vision that had riled you up so much. “Get it together, Zhang,” you muttered under your breath, smoothing down your jacket and adjusting your cap. “You’re a soldier, not some horny teenager.”Soon, however, the door creaked open, and your Master stepped out, pulling up his pants with a lazy smirk etched across his face before tidying up the shirt as best he could. He glanced at you, his green eyes sharp and a bit amused, as if he could see straight through her facade. “Alright, Sergeant,” he said, his voice low. “Lead the way. Let’s see what Vanders has to say.”

As they walked down the hallway toward the stairs, you kept your eyes forward, your boots clicking against the floor. Master Michael fell into step beside you, and that was when his presence...his musky scent, started filling your nostrils. “So, Sergeant,” he began, his tone playful but edged with curiosity. “You seemed a little flustered back there. Anything you want to share?”

You stiffened, your cheeks burning as you **** yourself to keep walking. “I am still trying to form an opinion on the matter,” she replied, her voice clipped and professional. “It was a bit...surprising for me."

Your Master chuckled, the sound deep and rich, and it sent a shiver down your spine. “Come on, Zhang. You can be honest with me. I saw the way you were looking at Laurel and Kira. And me, for that matter.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “What exactly was going through your head when you walked in on us?”

Your heart pounded at his words, your palms sweating as you struggled to maintain your composure. “Sir, with all due respect,” you began, her voice trembling slightly, “I’m not sure that’s an appropriate conversation to be had while on duty.”

Master Michael stopped walking, turning to face her fully, his expression a mix of amusement and insistence. “Humor me, Sergeant. I’m curious. Moreover, I already spent more time with your other squadmates today. So, I would like to make time to get to know you better too."

You swallowed hard, your mouth dry as you avoided his gaze. “Well, sir,” you began to admit, your voice barely above a whisper, “I suppose I was a bit…taken aback by the scene. It was…intense.” you confessed as your mind flashed back to the sight of Laurel and Kira’s bodies intertwined, their moans echoing in your ears.

His smirk widened, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Intense, huh? In what way?” he pressed, his tone teasing. “Was it the lesbian action? My physique? Or something else entirely?”

Your breath hitched, your body acting on instinct as heat pooled between your legs. “It was probably the fact that you were so in command of the situation, sir,” you blurted out, your cheeks burning. “The way you were dominating those women…it was…”

“Arousing?” Your Master finished for you, his voice low and dripping with amusement. “Is that what you were going to say, Sergeant?”

She nodded, unable to meet his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes, sir,” you admitted, your voice barely audible. “I’ve always enjoyed…bondage and submission, sir. Especially rough sex.”

Master Michael’s expression softened even as his gaze darkened a bit, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “Is that so?” he said, his tone gentle but still laced with immense curiosity. “Good to know.” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his scent filling her senses. “So, the sight of me exerting my will over those women…that resonated with you?”

You couldn't stop yourself from nodding again, your throat tight as you fought the urge to squirm under his gaze. “Yes, sir,” you whispered, her voice trembling. “It did.”

Your mind raced as you spoke, wondering if he would ever consider you for such a role, if he would ever take you the way he had taken them...and if he would make you become intimately familiar with the taste of one of your close friends and teammates if the time came.

Your Master's smile widened, a dark, tantalizing glint in his eyes. “Well, Sergeant,” he said, his voice low and suggestive, “perhaps we can explore that side of you sometime. But for now, let’s focus on Vanders.” He turned and continued walking, leaving you to grapple with the implications of their conversation and the tantalizing possibilities it presented.

You swallowed so hard you would bet your Master heard you and then shook your head as if to clear it before rushing ahead.