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The bedroom was dimly lit, soft amber light spilling in from the single lamp beside the bed. The space was quiet, the heavy silence broken only by the soft rustling of fabric as Kate Stewart shifted on the bed, testing the restraints that bound her wrists above her head. The leather cuffs weren’t tight enough to hurt, but they were firm—just enough to remind her who held the control tonight.

She lay back against the pillows, her breath coming in shallow, uneven pulls. The restraint wasn’t physical alone; it was mental, the kind of tension that built up slowly, insidiously, until every breath felt thick with anticipation. Her heartbeat thrummed in her chest, each beat a reminder of how vulnerable she was, how exposed. Yet, even in her submission, there was trust—a deep, unwavering belief that this was where she was meant to be.

Christofer stood at the foot of the bed, his dark eyes fixed on her, unwavering. He was always calm, steady, but tonight, there was a simmering heat behind that stillness. He hadn’t touched her yet—had barely spoken since securing her wrists in place. His restraint was masterful, the silence between them a tangible thing, filled with unspoken tension.

Kate’s body trembled, though not from fear. It was the anticipation, the slow burn that Christofer had so carefully cultivated between them. She knew he wouldn’t rush. He never did. Delayed gratification was his way of claiming her—making her wait, forcing her to feel every second stretch out endlessly until her entire being was consumed by the need for his touch, for his permission to let go.

“Kate,” he finally murmured, his voice low and commanding, the sound cutting through the quiet. Just her name, but it sent a jolt through her, her body reacting instantly to the sound. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze, the intensity of it making her pulse quicken.

“You’ve been patient,” he continued, his tone calm but edged with a subtle, dangerous heat. His hands were clasped behind his back as he stepped closer, his movements deliberate. Christofer was a man who knew how to control a room, how to control her. The power dynamic between them was always clear, but in moments like this, it became more than just an unspoken understanding. It was a physical, palpable thing, wrapping around them both like a current they couldn’t escape.

Kate’s lips parted, her breathing unsteady as he stood over her, the sheer force of his presence enough to make her heart race. She couldn’t move, not with her wrists bound, and the vulnerability of that position sent a thrill through her—an intoxicating mixture of trust and anticipation.

“Look at you,” Christofer said softly, his eyes roaming over her body, lingering on the way her chest rose and fell with each shaky breath. His voice was calm, controlled, but there was no mistaking the satisfaction that laced his tone. “So eager… but not yet.”

His words sent a ripple of frustration through her, a low whimper escaping her lips despite her best efforts to stay composed. The heat inside her was building, a slow, relentless burn that made her legs twitch, her body aching for his touch. But Christofer wasn’t one to be rushed. He reveled in the power of making her wait, of drawing out every moment until she was teetering on the edge of control.

Her eyes fluttered closed again, her body sinking into the bed as she exhaled shakily. She trusted him with everything, even this—especially this. The tension between them was almost unbearable, every second that passed making the heat inside her coil tighter, winding her up like a spring ready to snap.

“You’re doing so well,” Christofer murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent another wave of anticipation through her. His praise washed over her like a soothing balm, even as it heightened the tension. He was always so measured, so in control, and Kate felt herself falling deeper under his spell with every word, every look.

Christofer moved closer, finally sitting on the edge of the bed, his fingers ghosting over her ankle. The touch was so light, so fleeting, it was maddening. Kate’s body arched involuntarily, her hips lifting just slightly off the bed as she sought more, needed more. But he withdrew just as quickly, his hand lingering in the air, tantalizingly close but not touching.

“You want more, don’t you?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with authority. It wasn’t really a question; it was a statement, a reminder of the control he held. And Kate—commander, strategist, leader—was completely at his mercy in this moment, reduced to nothing but a trembling, needy woman waiting for his command.

She nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her fingers curling into the sheets as she struggled against the restraints, her body thrumming with the need to move, to feel him. But she wouldn’t beg. Not yet.

Christofer’s smirk deepened, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He loved this—the power, the anticipation, the way he could draw out her pleasure with just a look, a word, a barely-there touch. “You’ll have to wait a little longer,” he whispered, his hand finally brushing up her calf, the slow, deliberate movement making her breath catch in her throat.

Kate whimpered again, her body tense, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. She could feel the heat of his hand through the thin fabric of her nightgown, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more—needed him. But Christofer, ever patient, ever in control, was determined to make her wait.

His hand continued its slow ascent, moving up her thigh with agonizing precision, his touch barely grazing her skin. The restraint, both physical and psychological, was unbearable in the best way. Every fiber of her being was focused on him—on the way his fingers moved, the way his breath hitched as he watched her squirm beneath him.

“I know what you need, Kate,” he murmured, his voice so soft, so intimate, it sent a shiver down her spine. “But you’re not ready yet.” His fingers brushed the inside of her thigh, so close, but still not enough, and Kate bit her lip to stifle the frustrated moan that threatened to escape. 

Her mind was a whirl of sensations—her body aching for release, her heart pounding in her chest, and through it all, the steady presence of Christofer, guiding her, controlling her, holding her in this space of tension and need. It was intoxicating, the way he knew exactly how far to push her, how long to make her wait before giving her what she craved.

“Tell me what you want,” Christofer demanded, his voice sharper now, his hand still resting just out of reach. His command cut through the haze of desire, bringing Kate back into the moment, making her focus.

She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her pulse racing. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze, and the intensity of his stare made her heart skip a beat. “I want you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need, her body arching toward him as much as the restraints would allow. “Please…”

Christofer’s smile softened, though there was still that glint of control in his eyes. “Good girl,” he murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her temple. His lips barely grazed her skin, but it was enough to send a fresh wave of heat through her, her body responding instinctively to his praise. He loved when she asked—when she submitted so completely to his control—and Kate felt the tension inside her coil even tighter, the edge of control slipping further away.

His hands moved with more purpose now, his touch firmer, more deliberate, but still slow, still measured. He wasn’t done making her wait, drawing out the tension until she was trembling beneath him, every muscle in her body taut with anticipation. The restraint on her wrists kept her grounded, a constant reminder of her submission, her trust in him.

And as Christofer finally, finally gave her what she needed, the tension between them broke, the delayed gratification making the release all the more intense. Every sensation was magnified, every touch, every sound heightened by the long, agonizing wait.

But even in that moment of release, Kate knew it wasn’t just about the physical. It was about the trust they had built between them, the way she could let go of control with him, the way he guided her through the storm of sensation and emotion. Christofer held the power, but in her submission, Kate found her strength.

In his arms, she was safe, cherished, and completely his. And that, more than anything, was the most exquisite gratification of all.

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The dimly lit room was a stark contrast to the sterile, bright halls of UNIT where Kate Stewart spent most of her days commanding operations, giving orders, and managing crises. Here, in this space, there was no command, no rank, no control. Only surrender. 

Kate was on her knees, her wrists bound behind her back, the soft hum of the machine beneath her the only sound in the room. The restraints held her firmly in place, the cool metal of the machine pressing against her skin, a silent promise of what was to come. She was completely exposed, vulnerable in a way that she never allowed herself to be outside these walls. But this vulnerability was a choice—a surrender she gave willingly, a submission she craved.

Christofer stood across the room, his eyes fixed on her, though she couldn’t see him. The black blindfold wrapped around her eyes ensured that. She was deprived of sight, of the ability to anticipate his movements, leaving her attuned to every other sensation—every sound, every touch, magnified in the dark.

The air between them crackled with tension, the unspoken power dynamic palpable. Even without her sight, Kate could feel his gaze on her, the weight of his control pressing down on her like a physical force. Christofer was a man of few words, especially in moments like this, but his silence spoke volumes. It was a reminder that he was in control, that he would decide when, and how, this would all unfold.

Kate’s breath came in shallow, uneven pulls, her chest rising and falling as the anticipation gnawed at her. The machine beneath her hummed to life, a low, steady vibration that sent a shiver through her. It wasn’t strong enough yet to push her over the edge, but it was enough to keep her on edge, the constant hum a reminder of the pleasure that was being held just out of reach.

Christofer moved closer, his footsteps slow and deliberate, each one a heartbeat of tension that made Kate’s pulse race. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel the change in the air as he approached, the heat of his body radiating toward her even though he hadn’t touched her yet. 

He liked to make her wait. It was a game they played, one she had come to crave. Delayed gratification was his specialty, and Kate knew he would push her to her limits before finally giving her what she needed. The machine was just another tool in his arsenal, one more way to hold her on the precipice of pleasure, one more way to make her surrender completely to him.

“You look beautiful like this,” Christofer’s voice finally broke the silence, low and commanding, the sound of it sending a ripple of heat through Kate’s body. She couldn’t respond, not with the gag in her mouth, but she didn’t need to. Her body was already responding, her skin flushed, her muscles tensing in anticipation. 

He reached out, his fingers grazing her shoulder, the touch so light it was almost maddening. Kate’s body trembled beneath his hand, her breath hitching in her throat as she fought against the restraints, desperate for more. But Christofer was nothing if not patient. He wouldn’t rush, wouldn’t give her what she wanted until he decided it was time.

His hand trailed down her spine, the touch sending shivers through her, her body arching involuntarily toward him. The machine beneath her continued its steady hum, the vibrations teasing her, keeping her on edge but never quite enough. She wanted more—needed more—but she knew better than to beg. Christofer wouldn’t respond to pleading. He would only give when he was ready.

Kate’s legs twitched as the vibrations from the machine intensified, her breath quickening as the sensation built inside her, coiling tighter with every passing second. But even as the pleasure mounted, it was never enough. Christofer had control over the machine, over her, and he was content to keep her on the edge, teetering just out of reach of release.

His hand slid around to the front of her body, his fingers brushing against her stomach, his touch firm and possessive. “You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. His praise sent a thrill through her, her body trembling with the weight of it. 

Christofer’s fingers tightened on her waist, grounding her even as the machine hummed steadily beneath her, a constant reminder of how close she was to the edge. But it was his touch that held her there, his presence that kept her suspended between pleasure and need. 

The vibrations intensified again, the hum of the machine growing louder, more insistent, and Kate’s body responded immediately, her breath catching in her throat as she fought against the rising tide of sensation. She was close—so close—but she knew Christofer wouldn’t let her fall just yet. He would keep her there, hovering on the edge of release, until he decided it was time.

“You’re mine, Kate,” Christofer murmured, his voice dark and filled with command. His words wrapped around her like a vice, tightening the tension between them until it was almost unbearable. She could feel the weight of his control in every word, every touch, and it only made her submission more complete.

She was his. Completely.

The machine hummed louder, the vibrations increasing in intensity, and Kate’s body arched against the restraints, her muscles tensing as she fought to stay grounded, to hold on just a little longer. Her heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears, and she knew she was at her limit. The pleasure was overwhelming, the tension coiled so tightly inside her that she thought she might snap. 

But Christofer wasn’t done. Not yet.

“Not yet,” he whispered, his hand pressing against her hip, holding her in place as the machine slowed, the vibrations easing back just enough to pull her away from the edge. Kate whimpered, her body trembling with frustration, with need. She was so close, but he wouldn’t let her fall.

Christofer’s fingers tightened on her skin, his grip firm and unyielding. “You’ll come when I say you can,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with authority. His control over her was absolute, and Kate surrendered to it fully, letting herself fall deeper into the submission, deeper into the need for him.

The machine whirred back to life, the vibrations increasing once more, and Kate’s breath came in shallow, desperate gasps as the pleasure built inside her again, stronger this time, more insistent. She was on the edge once more, teetering, but Christofer still held the reins, still decided when she would fall.

His hand slid lower, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin just above where the machine worked, and Kate’s body jolted in response, her breath catching in her throat as the pleasure spiked. “Now,” he commanded, his voice sharp, cutting through the haze of sensation. 

And with that single word, Christofer finally gave her what she needed. The tension inside her snapped, the pleasure crashing over her in a wave so intense it left her gasping for breath. The machine hummed steadily beneath her, driving her higher, and Christofer’s hand held her firmly in place as she rode the wave of release.

In that moment, Kate was nothing but sensation, her body trembling, her mind blank with pleasure. And through it all, Christofer’s presence was a constant, grounding her, guiding her through the storm. He had pushed her to the brink, had made her wait, but now, he was there, holding her as she finally let go.

And in the aftermath, as the machine quieted and her breathing slowed, Kate felt the familiar weight of Christofer’s control settle over her once more. She was his, and in that surrender, she found a kind of peace that she could never find anywhere else.

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The soft glow of the moon filtered through the bedroom window, casting long shadows across the bed where Kate Stewart lay, propped up on pillows. Her breath came in steady, deep pulls, her pulse racing as she watched Christofer move about the room with the calm, deliberate precision that always had a way of making her feel both safe and on edge. He was in control, as always, and the air between them was thick with unspoken tension, a current of anticipation that hummed beneath every glance, every movement.

The tray in his hands caught her attention, a spread of strawberries, whipped cream, and something richer—chocolate, if her nose was right. The indulgent smell filled the room, an unexpected element that sent her senses reeling, setting the stage for something far different than the control room or battlefield she was accustomed to. Here, the war was one of pleasure, and the only thing she had to surrender was herself.

“Comfortable?” Christofer’s voice was low, barely more than a whisper, but it filled the room, sending a shiver down Kate’s spine. He didn’t need to ask; he could read her so well that comfort was something he created around her with every touch, every word. Yet, his question lingered in the air, charged with a subtle weight that went beyond mere physical relaxation.

She nodded, her lips parting as her breath hitched in her throat. Her skin felt alive under his gaze, every nerve attuned to him. He placed the tray on the bedside table, his movements slow and deliberate, giving her time to absorb the change in atmosphere. 

Kate wasn’t used to this—being fed, pampered, and indulged in such a way that it made her heart race, her mind spinning with the weight of the intimacy. But she craved it. Craved him.

Christofer picked up a single strawberry, dipping it lightly into the whipped cream before turning to face her again. The cool sweetness of the whipped cream made her stomach flutter as he leaned forward, the strawberry hovering just inches from her lips. His gaze never left hers, the intensity of his eyes anchoring her in place.

“Open,” he commanded softly, his voice holding that quiet authority that always made her pulse quicken.

Kate complied without hesitation, parting her lips as he slowly fed her the strawberry. The sweet burst of flavor danced across her tongue, and her breath caught in her throat as his fingers brushed lightly against her lips in the process. Her senses were overwhelmed—not just by the taste of the strawberry, but by the warmth of his skin, the firmness of his presence, and the subtle pressure of being his in this moment.

Christofer’s eyes darkened with satisfaction as he watched her, his hand retreating only to bring another strawberry to her lips. This time, he dipped it in chocolate, the rich, velvety texture coating the fruit as he guided it to her mouth. The intensity of the chocolate mixed with the sweetness of the fruit was intoxicating, but it was the way he watched her eat, the way his gaze lingered on her lips, that made her body respond with a soft tremble.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice rougher now, filled with the heat that always simmered just below the surface. His fingers trailed down the side of her face, leaving a cool trace of whipped cream that contrasted sharply with the heat building between them.

Kate’s chest heaved, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her body reacted to the intensity of his presence. She felt the tension rising, the slow burn of desire coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second. Christofer’s touch was light, teasing, but his control over her was absolute, and that control was what made her submit so willingly, so completely.

He reached for another strawberry, dipping it into the chocolate again, but this time he didn’t offer it to her. Instead, he held it just above her mouth, letting the thick chocolate drip slowly onto her lips, watching her as she instinctively parted them, her tongue darting out to catch the sweetness.

“That’s it,” Christofer whispered, his voice a low growl as his hand came to rest on her thigh, his fingers pressing gently but firmly into her skin. The weight of his hand was a grounding force, keeping her tethered even as the sensations overwhelmed her.

The warmth of his hand traveled higher, fingers tracing her skin as if he was marking her as his own, his touch both gentle and possessive. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke again, the words sending a shiver through her.

“You’ve been so good, Kate,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “So good for me.”

Her body arched toward him, the need for his touch growing stronger, the tension between them building to a near-breaking point. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the way his eyes lingered on her body, on the small traces of chocolate and whipped cream that now adorned her skin like a second layer of intimacy.

And then, without warning, Christofer’s hand slid down, his fingers grazing over her abdomen, pressing lightly against her skin. The touch wasn’t meant to be arousing on its own—it was the symbolism behind it, the weight of the moment that made her heart race, her mind spin.

“You’re going to give me everything, aren’t you?” he whispered, his hand pressing more firmly against her lower abdomen, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that left no room for hesitation.

Her breath hitched in her throat, her body trembling under his touch as the meaning behind his words settled over her. He wasn’t asking a question; he was making a statement, a promise wrapped in the softest of commands. Christofer had always been dominant, always in control, but there was something about this moment—about this—that felt more intense, more real than anything they had ever shared.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice shaky but sure, her eyes never leaving his. “I’m yours.”

The tension in the room was palpable now, thick with desire and promise. Christofer’s hand lingered on her abdomen, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles, as if he were already claiming the space, already envisioning the future he wanted to create with her.

“I’m going to fill you,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a growl. His fingers pressed more firmly against her skin, the weight of his words sinking in. “And you’re going to take it all. Every last drop.”

The words sent a shockwave through Kate’s body, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the reality of what he was saying settled over her. This was more than just pleasure, more than just dominance and submission. This was a deeper kind of connection, a primal need that went beyond the physical.

Her body responded instinctively, her legs parting slightly as she felt the slow burn of desire spreading through her like wildfire. Christofer’s hand moved lower, his fingers brushing against her thigh as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was soft at first, but quickly deepened into something more desperate, more hungry.

The food play had been a tease, a prelude to the real hunger between them. Christofer’s hands moved with purpose now, his touch more insistent as he positioned himself between her legs, his body pressing against hers with a weight that was both grounding and electrifying.

Kate’s heart raced as she felt him press against her, the anticipation building to a fever pitch as Christofer whispered against her skin, his voice rough and filled with the weight of his desire.

“Let me fill you, Kate,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. “Let me give you everything.”

And in that moment, there was no hesitation, no second-guessing. Kate was his—completely, utterly his—and she surrendered to him fully, her body and mind giving in to the overwhelming intensity of the moment.

Christofer’s hand returned to her abdomen, a gentle but firm reminder of the promise between them, the weight of his control pressing down on her as the tension finally broke, and they both lost themselves in the depths of each other.

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The room was shrouded in darkness save for the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the bed where Kate Stewart sat, her body trembling in anticipation. Her pulse thrummed in her throat, her breath shallow as her gaze flicked toward Christofer, who stood at the foot of the bed, the weight of his presence filling the room in a way that left no space for doubt, no space for anything other than submission.

Kate’s wrists were bound behind her, the soft leather restraints biting into her skin just enough to remind her of their purpose but not enough to hurt. It was a familiar sensation by now, one that always sent a rush of heat through her, grounding her in the moment, reminding her of the delicate balance of power between them.

Christofer was patient, methodical in the way he moved, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached for the small, sleek vibrator on the bedside table. He held it up between them, the look in his eyes dark and unreadable, but the tension between them was unmistakable. This was a game they had played before, but tonight, there was something different in the air, something heavier.

“I told you, you wouldn’t get to speak until I said so,” Christofer’s voice was low, laced with a commanding edge that made Kate’s breath hitch. His gaze burned into hers, unwavering and filled with the weight of his control.

Kate’s heart pounded in her chest, her body already responding to his presence, to the promise of what was about to happen. She could feel the anticipation coiling tighter inside her, the heat of her skin flushing under the weight of his gaze. She wanted to respond, to say yes, sir, or some variation of it, but her throat was dry, her voice caught somewhere between submission and need.

She could only nod.

Christofer’s lips twitched in satisfaction as he stepped closer, his fingers curling around the vibrator, the soft hum of the device filling the room as it came to life. His eyes darkened, and he reached for her, guiding her down onto her knees on the bed with a firm but gentle grip.

Kate’s breath caught as she looked up at him, the vibrator now held firmly in his hand, a reminder of the power he had over her in this moment. Her body ached with anticipation, her skin tingling as the tension between them continued to build, like a taut string ready to snap.

“You know what to do,” he said, his voice low, but filled with authority. 

Kate’s body trembled at the command, her mouth parting instinctively as Christofer lowered the vibrator between her legs, the soft hum sending jolts of sensation through her even before it touched her skin. The heat in her body built steadily, the teasing vibrations against her inner thigh driving her closer to the edge but never quite close enough.

She whimpered softly, her body arching toward him, desperate for more, but Christofer remained in control. His hand was steady, guiding the vibrator with an agonizing slowness that made her pulse race, her breath coming in shallow gasps as he edged closer to her core.

“Patience,” he murmured, his tone sharp, but not unkind.

Kate’s head dropped forward, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she tried to stifle the moan threatening to escape. The vibrations were maddening, teasing her, pushing her toward the brink but never letting her fall. And that was Christofer’s way—always pushing, always testing her limits, but never letting her have what she wanted until he decided it was time.

“You’ve been such a good girl, Kate,” he murmured, his voice sending another rush of heat through her body. His free hand slid into her hair, his fingers tightening slightly as he tilted her head up to meet his gaze. “You’re going to give me everything tonight. Aren’t you?”

She nodded quickly, her body trembling as the words sank in, the promise of what was to come hanging heavily in the air between them.

Without warning, Christofer pressed the vibrator firmly against her core, the sudden intensity of the vibrations making her gasp, her body jolting with the force of the sensation. Her knees buckled beneath her, and she leaned forward, her forehead pressing against his thigh as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Look at you,” Christofer purred, his hand still firmly gripping her hair as he watched her struggle beneath his touch. “You’re already falling apart, and I’ve barely touched you.”

Kate’s chest heaved, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the vibrations drove her closer to the edge, her body trembling with the force of the pleasure coursing through her. But Christofer wasn’t done with her yet. His hand tightened in her hair, guiding her head forward until she was eye-level with his belt, the metal buckle gleaming in the dim light.

“You know what I want,” he murmured, his voice rough with command as he watched her.

Her hands were bound behind her, but that didn’t matter. She knew exactly what he expected, and she would give it to him. She always did. Kate’s mouth parted as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against the leather of his belt, her breath hot against the cool metal buckle.

Christofer’s eyes darkened, his hand tightening in her hair as he watched her, his body tense with the weight of his control. “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down her spine as he slowly unbuckled his belt, the sound of leather sliding through the loops making her pulse quicken.

Kate’s heart raced as she looked up at him, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel the heat between them building, the tension coiling tighter with every second, every movement. And then, without warning, Christofer pressed the vibrator harder against her, the sudden intensity making her cry out, her body arching toward him as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

But Christofer wasn’t ready to let her fall just yet. His grip in her hair tightened as he guided her mouth forward, the subtle pressure of his hand making it clear what he wanted. Kate complied without hesitation, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth, the taste of him overwhelming her senses as the vibrations continued to assault her body.

The sensation of his hardness against her tongue, combined with the relentless hum of the vibrator, sent her mind spinning, her body trembling with the weight of it all. She could barely focus, barely breathe, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was him—his pleasure, his control, his command.

Christofer groaned softly, his hand tightening in her hair as he guided her movements, his body tense with the effort of holding back. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “You’re doing so well, Kate. So well.”

Her body was on fire, every nerve alive with the intensity of the sensations assaulting her. The vibrator was relentless, driving her closer and closer to the edge, while Christofer’s control over her kept her grounded, kept her tethered to him even as she spiraled further into the depths of pleasure.

But just as she felt herself reaching the brink, ready to fall over the edge into oblivion, Christofer pulled the vibrator away, the sudden loss of sensation making her gasp, her body trembling with frustration. She whimpered softly, her eyes fluttering shut as she struggled to regain control, but Christofer wasn’t finished with her yet.

He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “You’ll come when I say you can.”

Kate nodded quickly, her body trembling with the effort of holding herself back, of waiting for his command. She was so close, so desperate for release, but she knew better than to disobey him. Christofer’s control over her was absolute, and she craved it as much as she craved him.

He moved behind her, his hand trailing down her spine as he settled into place, his body pressing against hers as the weight of his presence filled the room once more. His hand slid around to her abdomen, resting just above her womb, a gentle reminder of the promise between them—the promise of the life they were trying to create.

“You’re going to give me everything,” Christofer murmured, his hand pressing firmly against her skin. “Everything I want.”

And with that, he turned the vibrator back on, the sudden intensity of the sensation sending her spiraling into release, her body trembling as the pleasure finally overwhelmed her.

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The muted hum of conversation echoed around the grand hall, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air as guests mingled under the soft glow of chandeliers. The setting was opulent—velvet curtains draped from floor to ceiling, crystal decanters shining on every table. But Kate barely registered the grandeur. Her focus, as always, was on the man beside her, Colonel Christofer Ibrahim. His presence loomed large despite the crowd, his arm resting lightly around her waist, fingers splayed possessively over the soft curve of her belly, which was just beginning to show.

There was nothing overt about his touch to an onlooker. To everyone else, it appeared as though Christofer was simply holding his pregnant wife in an affectionate, protective manner. But Kate could feel the subtle pressure of his fingers—how they occasionally tightened, a quiet reminder of his control over her, even in a public setting like this. The weight of his hand made her pulse quicken, her skin prickling with an awareness that bordered on overwhelming.

Her lips parted in a slow exhale as Christofer’s hand slid ever-so-slightly upwards, just grazing the underside of her breast through the fabric of her dress. It was a gentle touch, but there was no mistaking the intent behind it. His fingers were deliberate, and the slow, teasing motion sent heat curling through her core, despite the cool, composed mask she kept in place for the sake of appearances.

"You're doing so well," Christofer murmured, his voice so low that only she could hear. His breath was hot against her ear, his words sending a tremor through her body. "But you're too tense. Relax. Enjoy the evening."

She shot him a quick glance, her lips twitching in a way that almost betrayed her discomfort. Christofer smiled, and she could feel the dark promise in that smile as his thumb brushed against her nipple through her dress, barely noticeable to anyone but her. The action sent a jolt of electricity through her body, her knees nearly buckling beneath her. Her heart raced, her breath catching in her throat, but she forced herself to remain still, her expression impassive as if nothing was happening.

“Pretend you don’t like it for me,” Christofer whispered, his voice laced with quiet command. His eyes flicked toward hers, sharp and knowing, his hand squeezing her side just enough to make her pulse quicken. “Let’s see how long you can manage.”

Kate’s chest heaved, her breaths shallow as she fought the sensations his touch was building within her. It was a game they had played before—this teasing, this control—but never in such a public setting. The knowledge that anyone could be watching, that at any moment someone could catch on to what was happening beneath the facade of propriety, only made her body respond more intensely.

His thumb pressed more insistently against her nipple, and Kate bit the inside of her cheek to stifle the soft whimper that threatened to escape. The fabric of her dress did nothing to dull the sensation—it only heightened it. The material rubbed against her sensitive skin with every movement, every subtle shift of her body. Christofer knew exactly what he was doing, and he reveled in it. The small circles he drew with his thumb sent fire rushing through her veins, heat pooling in her belly as her nipples hardened in response.

"You look so calm," he whispered again, his voice filled with quiet satisfaction as he leaned in closer. "But I can feel how much you need this."

His hand slid higher, his fingers now brushing the swell of her breast more openly, and Kate’s breath hitched. He was pushing her, testing her limits, seeing just how far he could go before she broke. The crowd around them remained blissfully unaware, too caught up in their own conversations to notice the tension that hung between them like a wire pulled taut.

Christofer's fingers continued their slow, torturous path, brushing against her nipple again and again until Kate could barely stand still. Her legs quivered beneath her, her body begging for more, for release, but Christofer had no intention of letting her have it. Not yet.

"These were made for me," he murmured, his voice low and possessive as his fingers pinched her nipple lightly through the fabric. Kate's breath caught, her body jolting with the sudden sharpness of the sensation, but she swallowed her gasp, forcing her expression to remain neutral.

Her mind raced, trying to focus on anything other than the relentless teasing of his fingers, the way her body responded with a desperate ache. But Christofer wasn’t going to make it easy for her. His hand slid lower again, resting just below her breast, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns over the soft skin of her belly. The possessiveness in his touch made her pulse quicken, her body responding instinctively to the control he exerted over her.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as his fingers dipped lower, his hand now resting fully on her belly. “Carrying my child. Every part of you belongs to me.”

The weight of his words settled over her, thick with meaning, and Kate’s breath quickened. The reminder of her pregnancy, of the life they had created together, sent a wave of heat crashing through her body. She could feel her pulse throbbing in her throat, her legs trembling beneath her as Christofer’s hand tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

His hand returned to her breast, his fingers finding her nipple once more, and this time, there was no gentleness in his touch. He pinched harder, the sudden sharpness sending a shockwave through her body that made her gasp, her knees nearly buckling beneath her. But Christofer’s hand was there, steadying her, keeping her upright as he continued his slow, methodical torment.

“You like this,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Even here, in front of everyone. You like the fact that they have no idea what’s happening.”

Kate’s body trembled with the force of her need, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she struggled to maintain her composure. The heat between her legs was unbearable, the slow build of pleasure coiling tighter with every second, every teasing touch of Christofer’s hand.

And then, without warning, his other hand slid up her thigh, his fingers brushing lightly against the sensitive skin just below the hem of her dress. Kate’s breath caught, her body jolting with the unexpected touch as Christofer’s fingers found their way higher, teasing the edge of her panties.

She bit her lip, her eyes darting around the room to see if anyone was watching, but no one seemed to notice. The conversation continued, the laughter and chatter filling the air, oblivious to the private world Christofer was creating between them.

His fingers pressed against the thin fabric of her underwear, and Kate’s breath hitched. The tickling sensation as his fingers grazed her inner thigh made her legs tremble, her body fighting to stay still as he continued his torment. Every stroke, every subtle movement sent waves of sensation rolling through her, her mind spinning with the effort of keeping up appearances.

“Stay still,” he murmured, his voice filled with dark amusement. “You don’t want them to see, do you?”

His fingers brushed against her again, and Kate’s entire body jerked in response, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to remain composed. The sensations were too much, the teasing too intense, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

Christofer's hand squeezed her nipple once more, his grip tighter this time, and the sharpness of it made her gasp, her eyes fluttering shut as her body shuddered with the force of the sensation. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the tension coiling tighter with every second, every touch, and she knew that she was on the edge, teetering dangerously close to losing control.

And just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Christofer leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Not yet.”

His hand slid away from her breast, the loss of sensation making her body ache with unfulfilled desire. But Christofer wasn’t done with her yet. He pressed his fingers against her clit, his touch light but insistent, and Kate’s body jolted with the intensity of the sensation.

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as Christofer continued his slow, methodical torment, his fingers teasing her with just enough pressure to keep her on edge, but never enough to push her over.

“Pretend you don’t like it,” he whispered again, his voice rough with desire. “Just for me.”

Kate’s chest heaved, her breath shaky as she tried to obey, to maintain the facade of composure. But her body was betraying her, her legs trembling, her skin flushed with heat as the pleasure built higher and higher, until it was almost unbearable.

And then, just as she thought she might break, Christofer’s fingers pressed harder against her clit, the sharpness of the sensation sending her spiraling into release, her body trembling as the pleasure finally overwhelmed her.

She gasped, her body shuddering with the force of her climax, but Christofer’s hand was there, steadying her, keeping her grounded as the pleasure washed over her in waves.

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The car was dimly lit by the streetlights outside, casting soft, fleeting shadows across the interior as Kate leaned back against the cool leather seat, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. Her eyes were locked on Christofer, who sat beside her, his gaze dark and intent. The atmosphere between them was thick with anticipation, a quiet charge that had built over the last few moments as his hand brushed over her knee, moving higher in a slow, deliberate motion.

The small toy he held in his hand was innocuous enough, but the way he wielded it against her, pushing it inside with maddening precision, had Kate trembling beneath his touch. Christofer’s movements were measured, the toy sliding in and out of her in a slow, rhythmic pattern that left her breathless, her body responding to every deliberate stroke. His free hand guided the soft vibrations of another toy against her center of pleasure, the sensation almost overwhelming as the steady hum sent jolts of heat through her.

“Christofer,” she gasped, her head falling back against the headrest as her hands clenched at her sides, gripping the seat for support. The combination of the toy moving inside her and the vibrator pressed to her most sensitive spot had her teetering on the edge of control, her breath coming in short, erratic bursts as her body strained toward release.

His eyes never left hers as he continued the slow, torturous rhythm, his fingers teasing her with just enough pressure to keep her on the brink. She could feel the tension building inside her, her muscles tightening with every movement, her body aching for that final, sweet release.

And then, it hit her—her release crashing over her in a wave that left her trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body convulsed with pleasure. Christofer kept the toy inside her, his movements slowing but never stopping, the vibrator still buzzing lightly against her overstimulated center, drawing out every last tremor.

Kate slumped forward slightly, catching her breath, but her mind was already racing with the next desire. She glanced up at him, her lips parting in silent invitation as she shifted in the seat, bending over him. Her hands moved to his thighs, and without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him with a quiet urgency. She moved slowly at first, taking him deeper with every pass, her tongue tracing patterns against his skin as he groaned softly, his hand tangling in her hair.

Christofer’s body responded to her with a tension of his own, but just as she sensed him nearing the edge, he tugged her away gently, a firm yet controlled gesture that left her breathless, their eyes locking in the quiet aftermath. The frustration of being denied his release mirrored the teasing he had put her through, but there was a shared understanding in the way they moved together—slow, deliberate, and intense.

He reached down and removed the toy and vibrator from her, his fingers brushing over her sensitive skin as he set them aside. Kate moved back up to him, her need still palpable as she straddled his lap, her body pressing against him with an undeniable urgency. She guided him into her with a soft, quiet sigh, her body trembling as he filled her, the sensation both familiar and overwhelming. She moved against him with a growing rhythm, her hips rocking in time with his as they became one, her breath hitching with every motion.

Christofer’s hands slid up her back, his fingers tracing her spine, but then one hand slipped lower, his touch lingering at the base of her back before his finger pressed gently into the small, puckered entrance. The sensation made Kate gasp, her movements faltering for a moment as she adjusted, but the pleasure quickly overtook her again as his finger mirrored the rhythm of their movements, slipping in and out of her in time with her urgent motions.

The intensity between them built quickly, their bodies moving together in a quiet storm of sensation and need, until finally, the tension broke. They both shuddered, the release hitting them with a force that left them breathless, their bodies collapsing together in the cramped space of the car, trembling in the aftermath of their shared moment.

For a long time, they stayed there, catching their breath, their bodies still entwined, the warmth of the other grounding them in the quiet aftermath.

Christofer chuckled softly, his voice low and teasing as he glanced around the car. “Car sex only looks good in movies,” he remarked, his hand running through his disheveled hair.

Kate let out a tired laugh, shaking her head as she shifted slightly, feeling the uncomfortable press of the seat beneath her. “Right," she groaned softly. "Fuck, my back hurts.”

They shared a quiet, exhausted laugh, Christofer brushing his lips softly on her temple, before settling into the silence once more, content in the intimacy they’d shared despite the cramped space.

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The event had been in full swing for hours, the grand ballroom of the prestigious gathering filled with dignitaries, scientists, and military leaders. Kate Stewart, ever the poised and commanding presence, moved effortlessly through the crowd in her elegant gown. At her side, Christofer Ibrahim walked with a casual confidence, his sharp suit accentuating his tall, lean frame. Though they were surrounded by conversation and laughter, their focus was entirely on one another, a magnetic pull between them that had been simmering all night.

It had started innocently enough—a brush of his hand as he guided her through the crowd, his fingers lingering on the small of her back. Kate had stiffened slightly at the unexpected touch, but not in discomfort. Quite the opposite. The warmth of his hand, the possessive way he held her close as they maneuvered through the event, sent a pulse of something electric through her. She shot him a glance, raising an eyebrow in silent question, but Christofer merely smirked, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.

As the evening wore on, they found themselves at a quieter corner of the ballroom, away from prying eyes and idle conversation. The music was soft in the background, but there was a tension in the air between them, a growing heat that neither could ignore. Christofer leaned in close under the guise of a whispered comment, but as he did, his hand slid from her waist to her hip, his thumb pressing ever so slightly against the thin fabric of her dress.

Kate’s breath hitched, the sudden, unintentional pressure sending a jolt of sensation through her. She bit her lip, trying to maintain her composure, but Christofer was no fool. He felt the way her body responded to his touch, the way her muscles tensed under his fingers. A dark, knowing look flickered in his eyes, and he leaned in closer, his voice a low murmur in her ear.

"Careful, Kate," he teased, his breath warm against her skin. "I didn’t realize how easily I could get under your skin."

His words, laced with amusement and something far more possessive, sent another shiver through her. Kate shot him a warning look, but her resolve was weakening. The press of his thumb was subtle, yet relentless, and she could feel her pulse quicken with every passing moment. He wasn’t touching her directly, but the way his hand moved—just enough to tease, to remind her of his presence—was enough to set her nerves alight.

“I’m perfectly in control,” she whispered back, though the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her.

Christofer’s smirk deepened, his eyes dark with challenge. "Are you now?" he murmured, his hand tightening on her hip as he pulled her closer, the fabric of her dress bunching slightly between them. The shift in pressure was unmistakable, and Kate had to stifle a gasp as the sensation washed over her, her body instinctively leaning into him.

She could feel the firmness of his thigh against hers, the way his muscles flexed under her weight, and it sent a rush of heat straight through her. Christofer’s eyes never left hers, a silent command in the way he looked at her, daring her to move, to give in to the moment. And Kate, always so composed, found herself tempted to do just that.

Without thinking, she shifted slightly in his arms, her legs brushing against his as she adjusted her stance. The movement brought her even closer to him, and suddenly, the firm press of his thigh was nestled between her legs, the friction sending a spark of sensation through her that was impossible to ignore. She stilled, her breath catching as she realized just how precarious their situation had become.

Christofer’s grip on her hip tightened, his hand guiding her as he subtly encouraged her to move. The pressure was intoxicating, the slow, rhythmic grind of her body against his thigh creating a delicious tension that made it hard to breathe. Kate’s heart pounded in her chest, the heat pooling low in her stomach as she fought to keep her composure, but it was a losing battle.

His voice, low and rough, broke through the haze of desire that clouded her mind. “Go on, Kate,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. “I know you want to.”

The possessiveness in his tone sent a thrill through her, and without another word, she gave in to the temptation. Slowly, deliberately, she began to move against him, her body finding a rhythm as she ground herself against his thigh, the friction driving her closer to the edge with every passing second. Each subtle shift of her hips sent a wave of heat through her, and she could feel Christofer’s hand steadying her, his fingers digging into her skin as he watched her with dark, hungry eyes.

Kate’s breath came in shallow gasps now, her chest heaving as she rode the wave of sensation building inside her. The pressure, the heat, the way his thigh pressed perfectly against her—it was all too much, and yet not enough. She wanted more, needed more, but the danger of their surroundings only heightened the intensity of the moment.

Christofer’s eyes were locked on hers, a possessive gleam in his gaze as he watched her come undone against him. He could feel the tension in her body, the way she trembled under his touch, and it filled him with a fierce sense of satisfaction. She was his in this moment, and the knowledge of it sent a surge of possessive pride through him.

Kate’s movements grew more frantic, the rhythm of her hips quickening as she chased the release that hovered just out of reach. Christofer’s hand slipped from her hip to the small of her back, guiding her, urging her on as she rode him with increasing urgency. The heat between them was unbearable now, the friction almost too much to bear, and Kate could feel herself teetering on the edge of release.

Just when she thought she might shatter, Christofer’s hand slid lower, his thumb brushing against the sensitive spot just above her thigh, sending a fresh wave of sensation through her. It was enough to push her over the edge, and with a soft, breathless gasp, Kate let herself go, her body trembling as the release washed over her.

She slumped against him, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath, her head spinning from the intensity of the moment. Christofer held her close, his hand gentle on her back now as he steadied her, his own breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain his composure.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, the world around them fading into the background as they caught their breath. Christofer’s hand slid up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her flushed skin as he looked down at her with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness.

“Still in control, are we?” he teased, his voice a low, satisfied rumble.

Kate smirked, her breath still coming in shallow bursts as she leaned into his touch. “I’d say we both lost control there for a moment.”

Christofer’s lips curled into a grin, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he pressed a kiss to her temple. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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In the heart of UNIT’s headquarters, long after the corridors had fallen silent for the night, the tension between Kate Stewart and Christofer Ibrahim had reached a breaking point. They’d been working late again, going over reports and data, but the undercurrent of unspoken tension had been building for days, electrifying the air between them.

Kate had always been the epitome of composure. Dressed in her usual sharp, tailored pants, she carried herself with the calm authority befitting her role. But tonight, there was a different kind of energy running through her. It was as though something was coiled tight inside her, waiting to be released, and she could feel Christofer's eyes on her, watching her every move, as though he knew the effect his presence had on her.

The room they were in was one of the many secured spaces within UNIT, meant for private briefings and confidential discussions. But now, the low hum of the fluorescent lights overhead seemed almost too loud in the charged atmosphere between them. Kate stood by the table, pretending to review the data on her tablet, though her mind was far from the reports in front of her. Christofer was behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his presence without him even needing to touch her.

“I can feel it,” he murmured in a low voice, stepping closer, his breath warm against her ear. His fingers grazed her hip, slipping just beneath the waistband of her pants, the touch far too light to be accidental. “That tension, Kate. It’s been there all day.”

She swallowed hard, her pulse quickening at his words. He wasn’t wrong, and he knew it. The sensation of his fingers so close to her skin sent a shiver down her spine, especially knowing the secret she’d kept all day—the discreet but constant pressure of the anal plug she had placed earlier, a silent reminder of the control she tried so hard to maintain. But tonight, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore.

She turned to face him, her blue eyes sharp but filled with something far more primal than the professional air she usually exuded. “We’re at work,” she reminded him, though her voice had lost its usual bite. There was an edge of vulnerability to it now, a softness that betrayed just how much she was affected by his nearness.

Christofer’s lips curled into a knowing smile as he closed the distance between them. “We’re alone,” he countered, his voice a low, rumbling whisper. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as his hand slipped around to her lower back, just above where the plug was nestled, hidden beneath her clothing. “And I think you like it that way.”

Kate’s breath hitched, her body instinctively leaning into his touch, betraying her carefully maintained exterior. She closed her eyes for a moment, her body trembling slightly at the way his fingers brushed over her waistband, so close yet so far from where she truly ached to feel him. The plug only heightened her awareness of her own body, the pressure of it making every touch from Christofer feel more intense, more charged.

“We have to stay quiet,” she whispered, though it sounded more like a plea than a command. She knew the consequences if someone were to walk in, or worse—if UNIT personnel were to hear anything through the walls. But the thought of it only seemed to add to the thrill, the danger making every touch, every breath between them feel more forbidden.

Christofer’s hand slipped lower, his fingers brushing lightly over her backside, teasingly close to the plug that had been on her mind all day. The sensation made her gasp softly, her knees weakening as she leaned back against the edge of the table for support. He smirked, his other hand coming up to her chin, tilting her face toward his.

“I can be quiet,” he whispered, his lips barely an inch from hers, their breath mingling in the charged air between them. “The question is, can you?”

Before she could answer, his lips crashed into hers, silencing any protest she might have had. His kiss was slow but insistent, a quiet hunger behind it as he deepened the connection, his hand slipping beneath her shirt, splaying against her skin. Kate responded in kind, her hands gripping the front of his shirt, pulling him closer as the tension between them snapped like a tightly wound coil.

The kiss grew heated, their breath mingling in the silence of the room. Kate’s back arched as his hand slid lower, his fingers slipping between the waistband of her pants and the soft skin beneath. He brushed against the edge of the plug, the sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure through her that made her bite down on her lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

Christofer’s fingers worked deftly, sliding her pants down just enough to expose the curve of her backside. He took his time, his hand grazing the edge of the plug as if teasing her, the sensation heightening the throbbing heat inside her. Kate let out a shaky breath, her fingers gripping the edge of the table behind her as she tried to keep her composure, but the soft whimper that escaped her lips betrayed just how close to the edge she was.

“You’re doing well,” Christofer whispered against her ear, his voice filled with a dark, possessive pride. “But I think I can push you further.”

With that, he lifted her effortlessly onto the table, spreading her legs just enough to slide between them. Kate gasped softly, her body instinctively pressing against him as she wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself. The pressure of the plug, combined with the slow, deliberate grind of his hips against hers, sent her reeling. Every movement was designed to draw out her pleasure, to push her further toward the edge while keeping her as quiet as possible.

The friction between them was unbearable now, the tension in her body coiled so tightly she thought she might snap at any moment. Christofer’s hand moved to her throat, his thumb brushing lightly over her pulse, feeling how fast her heart was racing. His other hand reached down, pressing against the plug in a way that made Kate’s breath hitch, her eyes fluttering shut as she bit down on her lip to keep from making a sound.

“You’re almost there, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet satisfaction. His thumb grazed her pulse again, and Kate felt herself trembling against him, her body betraying the control she so desperately tried to maintain.

She could barely nod, her mind too clouded with pleasure to form coherent words. Christofer’s hand slipped lower, brushing against the plug once more as he pushed her closer to the edge. The pressure, combined with the slow, rhythmic grind of his body against hers, sent her spiraling toward release.

And when she finally fell over the edge, it was a silent, shuddering release, her body trembling against his as she clung to him for support. Christofer held her close, his own breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt her body shudder against him. The tension between them remained, the quiet aftermath of their shared pleasure lingering in the air.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breath mingling in the silence of the room. Christofer’s hand slipped up to her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her flushed skin as he whispered, “Now that’s how we stay quiet.”

Kate let out a soft, breathless laugh, her head resting against his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. “I’ll admit,” she murmured, her voice still shaky from the intensity of the moment, “you’ve got a knack for it.”

Christofer grinned, pressing a kiss to her temple as they slowly disentangled themselves, the weight of their forbidden encounter still hanging between them.

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In the dim light of their shared kitchen, the quiet between Christofer and Kate had taken on a charged, almost electric quality. It had been building all day—the glances, the fleeting touches, the silent understanding of the tension that simmered just beneath the surface. Now, with no one else around, that tension had finally come to a head.

Kate stood in front of him, her usually composed expression softened by the weight of his gaze. She was always in control, always the one with the answers, but tonight she’d let her walls slip, and in this space, she was ready to follow his lead. The calm authority she typically carried in her posture was replaced with something quieter, more vulnerable, and her eyes glinted with anticipation.

“Take them off,” Christofer’s voice was low, firm but gentle, a command that held no malice but rather a desire to savor every moment, every movement. “Slowly.”

Kate hesitated only for a fraction of a second before her hands moved to the button of her pants. She undid it carefully, her breath coming in shallow as she followed his instruction. His eyes never left her, watching as she slowly unzipped them, letting the fabric slide down her legs, revealing more of her bare skin. The air felt heavier, warmer, as she stepped out of them, the cool kitchen floor against her feet grounding her in the moment.

“Good girl,” Christofer murmured, his praise like a balm to her nerves, and the flush that crept up her neck was undeniable. She bit her lip, savoring the words, feeling them settle in her chest as her heart raced in response.

Her hands moved to her blouse next, and she unbuttoned it one by one, each movement deliberate as his gaze followed the slow reveal of skin. By the time the fabric slipped from her shoulders, she felt almost weightless, her body humming with anticipation. She was left in just her undergarments now, the last barrier between her and the vulnerability of being completely exposed before him.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice steady, unhurried, as if they had all the time in the world. Kate hesitated, but only for a moment, before her fingers brushed over her own skin, sliding beneath the fabric of her bra. The sensation of her own touch, coupled with the intensity of his gaze, sent a shiver through her. Her fingers grazed her sensitive skin, teasing herself as she let out a soft gasp. 

Christofer watched her closely, his eyes darkening with each movement she made. His praise came again, soft but firm, and the way he said her name made her chest tighten with need. “That’s it, Kate. You’re doing so well.”

Her breath quickened as she slipped her bra off, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of her discarded clothing. Now only her underwear remained, and the tension between them was almost unbearable. The praise from him, the way his voice carried such a gentle authority, sent waves of heat coursing through her body. She was completely under his command now, and every instruction made her pulse race faster.

“Now, the rest,” he urged, his eyes never leaving hers. Kate’s hands trembled slightly as she slid her underwear down her legs, the final barrier falling away. The air against her bare skin felt cool, but the warmth inside her continued to build as she stood before him, exposed and trembling, yet completely willing.

Christofer’s eyes softened with approval as he looked her over, the weight of his gaze making her feel more vulnerable than she’d ever been, yet also cherished in a way that only he could make her feel. He crossed the small space between them and stepped over to the counter, where a selection of vegetables was spread out from their earlier cooking preparations.

He picked up a long, smooth vegetable—a cucumber—and returned to her, his expression unreadable, but the intensity in his eyes said everything. Kate’s breath hitched, but she trusted him completely. He would never hurt her, never push her further than she could handle.

“Lie down,” he said softly, and she obeyed, settling onto the soft throw on the floor. Her body trembled with the weight of anticipation, every nerve ending alive with the thought of what was to come. She felt his hand on her leg, a gentle caress that sent a shiver through her before he parted her legs.

Without a word, Christofer positioned the vegetable at her entrance, the coolness of it against her sensitive skin making her gasp. His movements were slow, deliberate, as he pushed it inside her with care. Kate moaned softly, her back arching at the sensation. His pace was steady, maddeningly slow, and he never wavered, never increased the rhythm, just kept that same, unchanging pace that drove her to the brink of madness.

She gripped the fabric beneath her, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the slow, rhythmic motions sent her spiraling toward release. The sensation of him in control, of the slow plunge of the vegetable inside her, combined with the intensity of his praise, made her head spin. 

“You’re perfect like this, Kate,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with approval. “So beautiful.”

The words washed over her like a balm, the praise pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She bit down on her lip, her body trembling as the pleasure built higher and higher, until she was teetering on the brink, every nerve in her body singing with the need for release.

And then it happened. A wave of intense pleasure crashed over her, and she couldn’t stop the cry that escaped her lips as her body convulsed, her release soaking her thighs. Christofer didn’t stop, didn’t change his pace, simply kept up the same steady rhythm, driving her deeper into the aftershocks of her climax. Her body shuddered, her mind lost in the overwhelming sensation, every stroke sending another ripple of pleasure through her.

When she finally stilled, her body spent and trembling, Christofer leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. He whispered praise against her skin, words that made her heart swell and her body warm all over again. Even in her most vulnerable moments, he made her feel cherished, made her feel like she was his entire world. And in this moment, she was.

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Christofer Ibrahim and Kate Stewart had always been a couple driven by a sense of adventure. Married for only a short time, they were constantly pushing boundaries, not just in their professional lives but in their personal relationship as well. So, when their first flight together as a married couple rolled around—a long-haul trip from London to New York—Christofer had hinted at an idea that made Kate raise an eyebrow in both intrigue and amusement: the mile-high club.

It was late into the flight, the cabin lights dimmed, most of the passengers dozing quietly as the plane cut through the night sky. Christofer’s hand rested comfortably on Kate’s thigh, his fingers lightly tracing circles through the fabric of her dress. His touch, though innocent to anyone who might glance their way, sent a warm shiver up her spine. Kate glanced at him, her lips quirking into a smile as she saw the playful glint in his eyes.

“We could always make this flight a bit more interesting,” he murmured, his voice low and suggestive as he leaned closer.

Kate raised an eyebrow, biting the inside of her lip thoughtfully. “Are you seriously suggesting what I think you are?” she asked, her tone a mix of teasing and curiosity.

Christofer gave her that grin she knew too well, the one that signaled trouble—or excitement, depending on how one looked at it. “There’s no harm in trying something new, is there?” His hand slid up her thigh just a little, enough to send a pulse of heat through her, his fingers applying the slightest pressure.

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, though her heart was already racing with anticipation.

In truth, the idea of trying something as risqué as this had a certain appeal to Kate. They were a couple who thrived on the thrill of life’s challenges, and this was just another way to add some spice to their relationship. With a quick glance around to ensure that no one was paying them any mind, Kate gave a subtle nod, her pulse quickening at the thought.

They slipped out of their seats quietly, making their way to the back of the plane where the small restroom awaited. The confined space, barely big enough for one person, would make this more complicated, but that only added to the excitement. Once inside, the door clicked shut behind them, the soft hum of the plane’s engines and the occasional rustle of movement outside their only background noise.

The moment they were alone, Christofer’s lips found hers in a heated kiss. His hands moved with purpose, sliding around her waist, pulling her against him. Kate’s breath hitched as his fingers slipped down the zipper of her dress, peeling it away just enough to expose the smooth skin of her shoulders. The feel of his warm hands against her sent a spark of desire through her, her pulse quickening as she responded eagerly to his touch.

“We have to be quick,” she whispered against his lips, her breath coming faster as his hands explored her body, fingers tracing the curve of her hips.

“Quick doesn’t mean less fun,” he murmured back, his voice low and filled with promise.

His lips trailed from her mouth to her neck, planting slow, deliberate kisses along her skin, leaving a burning trail of sensation in their wake. Kate’s head fell back against the wall, her hands gripping his shoulders as he continued his descent, teasing the sensitive skin along her collarbone before sliding lower. His hands worked with skill and familiarity, pushing up her dress just enough to access the soft skin of her thighs.

Christofer’s touch was both patient and insistent, his fingers skimming higher and higher until he reached her center. Kate gasped softly as he slipped his fingers inside the thin fabric of her underwear, finding her already warm and responsive to his teasing strokes. Her body reacted instantly, hips tilting toward him, her breath catching in her throat as he began to work her with slow, deliberate movements.

“Chris…” she breathed, her voice barely audible over the hum of the plane.

His mouth was on hers again in an instant, swallowing her soft moans as his fingers continued their relentless pace. The cramped space only seemed to heighten the tension between them, the thrill of being so close to discovery adding a delicious edge to their desire. Kate’s hands fumbled with the buckle of his belt, her fingers trembling slightly as the urgency between them grew.

With a quick movement, Christofer pulled her underwear aside, positioning himself between her thighs. He lifted her easily, pressing her back against the wall as he slid into her with a smooth, deep thrust. Kate bit her lip, stifling the gasp that threatened to escape as he filled her completely, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.

The sensation of him inside her, combined with the thrill of their daring act, sent a surge of pleasure through her. She clung to him tightly, her hands gripping his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts quick and deliberate. The confined space only served to intensify every touch, every movement, and soon Kate was struggling to keep quiet, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as her body responded to his every motion.

“Chris… faster,” she whispered, her voice strained with need.

He obliged, his pace quickening, his breath hot against her ear as he buried his face in her neck. The sound of their bodies moving together, the soft rustle of fabric and the quiet groans they exchanged, filled the small space, creating an intoxicating rhythm that threatened to overwhelm her senses.

Kate’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his thrusts became more urgent, more intense. Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation as the pleasure built within her, higher and higher, until she was teetering on the edge. Christofer’s hand slid between them, his fingers finding her most sensitive spot, rubbing in perfect sync with his movements.

“Come for me, Kate,” he whispered against her skin, his voice low and rough with desire.

That was all it took. With a sharp cry that she barely managed to muffle against his shoulder, Kate’s release crashed over her, her body trembling in his arms as waves of pleasure pulsed through her. Christofer wasn’t far behind, his grip on her tightening as he thrust into her one last time, his release spilling into her with a shuddering groan.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies still pressed together, the soft hum of the plane the only sound around them as they caught their breath. Kate’s fingers trailed absently through his hair, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the remnants of their passion slowly ebbed away.

“We… we really did it,” she whispered, a breathless laugh escaping her as she pulled back to look at him.

Christofer chuckled softly, his forehead resting against hers. “Told you it would be fun.”

She smiled, her heart still pounding in her chest. “Next time, maybe let’s try something less risky.”

He grinned, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Where’s the fun in that?”

After a few moments, they helped each other straighten their clothes, sharing a quiet laugh as they made themselves presentable once more. Kate smoothed down her dress, giving Christofer a playful nudge as they prepared to leave the small restroom.

“Let’s just hope nobody noticed we were both gone at the same time,” she teased, glancing up at him.

He gave her a mischievous wink. “And if they did, well… that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?”

With one final shared smile, they slipped out of the restroom and returned to their seats, the thrill of their secret encounter still lingering between them. And as Kate settled back into her seat, a satisfied smile on her lips, she couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, she’d be open to another in-flight adventure with Christofer.

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Kate Stewart was not one to be easily distracted, but tonight was an exception. Christofer sat on the couch, engrossed in his video game, the glow from the screen casting sharp lines across his face. His focus was absolute, hands gripping the controller as he deftly maneuvered through the game. Kate, however, had other ideas in mind.

She straddled his thigh, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his leg. Christofer didn’t react at first, his attention still fixed on the game, but Kate’s movements were slow and deliberate. She began to grind softly against his thigh, her body swaying in a steady rhythm that made her breath hitch with every subtle shift. The friction was already starting to make her pulse race, but she knew she had to be patient.

“Remember the rules,” Christofer murmured, his eyes still on the screen. His voice was low, filled with that familiar edge of control that always made her heart flutter.

Kate bit her lip, a quiet whimper escaping her as she nodded, her body moving more deliberately now, rolling her hips against his thigh in search of friction. The pressure was delicious, sending heat coursing through her, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Still, she obeyed, knowing that breaking the rules would come with its own consequences.

Leaning in, Kate pressed her lips to the side of his neck, her breath warm against his skin. She started slow, planting soft, teasing kisses along the curve of his throat, her lips brushing his pulse point. When that earned her a small twitch from him, she smiled against his skin, her mouth opening slightly as she began to suck gently, leaving faint marks in her wake.

Christofer let out a low hum of approval, though his attention remained fixed on the game. That only spurred Kate on further. She nibbled at his earlobe, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as she moaned softly into his ear, her lips lingering in a way she knew would drive him mad. 

Her hands, though they couldn’t touch Christofer, roamed her own body freely. She slid her fingers up her sides, cupping her breasts and giving them a firm squeeze. Her breath hitched as she pinched her nipples, the sharp pleasure making her grind a little harder against his thigh. The friction of her movements was relentless, the steady pressure building as she rode his leg, her body tightening with every pass.

But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more—needed more. Her lips left a trail of wet, hot kisses along his neck, her tongue flicking out occasionally to taste his skin as she tried to distract herself from the aching need growing between her legs.

“You’re getting impatient,” Christofer noted, his voice calm, though she could hear the slightest strain in it.

Kate whimpered again, her teeth grazing the base of his neck before she whispered, “Please, Chris…”

“Not yet,” he murmured, his tone firm but soft. He shifted slightly beneath her, pressing his thigh just a little harder against her center, and Kate nearly cried out at the sudden surge of pleasure. 

Her hands continued to work her breasts, pinching her nipples harder, her nails digging into her own skin in a desperate attempt to keep from breaking the rules. Her breathing came in short, shallow gasps, her moans growing louder as the pleasure mounted, and still, she couldn’t touch where she wanted to. 

Christofer finally spared her a glance, his lips curling into a small smile as he watched her grind against his leg, her body trembling with need. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. 

That praise, combined with the relentless pressure against her core, made Kate’s head spin. She pressed her face into his neck again, her lips and tongue moving with more urgency, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along his skin. Her hips moved faster, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of release, but still, she obeyed. 

Her whimpers and soft cries filled the room, mingling with the quiet hum of the game, the tension between them building with every passing second. Christofer’s steady calm, the unrelenting control he held over the situation, only made her more desperate for release. 

And just as she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Christofer’s hand came to rest on her waist, giving her the smallest amount of relief. “That’s it,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. “Keep going.”

Kate’s body obeyed, her movements quickening as the pressure mounted. With one final roll of her hips, she felt herself tip over the edge, a low, trembling moan escaping her as the waves of pleasure crashed through her. She pressed her forehead against his shoulder, her body shaking with the force of her release.

Christofer’s hand remained on her waist, steadying her as she came down from the high, his thumb tracing slow circles against her skin. 

“Still think I’m distracting you from your game?” Kate panted softly, her voice teasing even as she struggled to catch her breath.

Christofer smirked, his eyes finally leaving the screen to meet hers. “You’re always a good distraction,” he murmured, his hand giving her waist a gentle squeeze. 

Kate smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his jaw before settling against him, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her pleasure. And despite the rules he’d set, she knew they were far from finished. 

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Kate sat on the edge of the hotel bed, her fingers idly tracing the patterned duvet beneath her. The day had been long, filled with meetings, briefings, and endless discussions. Her work was important, and she knew that, but as the evening settled in and the city lights flickered outside her window, her thoughts were far from professional.

She glanced at her phone, her heart racing slightly in anticipation. A text from Christofer had come through earlier, brief and commanding in its simplicity: “Be ready at 9.”

Kate smiled to herself, her body humming with excitement. She had been waiting all day for this, counting the minutes until the video call. Christofer had a way of making her feel grounded and electric at the same time. Even when they were miles apart, he held a presence in her life that was undeniable, his deep voice, his confidence, and the way he could control her with just a few words.

The clock ticked closer to the hour, and Kate’s pulse quickened. She straightened her posture, smoothing her dress and ensuring her hair was just the way he liked it. It was funny how even though they were separated by distance, she still wanted to impress him, to meet his expectations. Christofer had always been the one to set the pace between them, guiding her with his steady, firm hand. He was dominant, and Kate reveled in the thrill of surrendering to him.

As the call connected, Kate saw Christofer’s face appear on the screen. His dark eyes locked onto hers immediately, that intense gaze that always made her feel both exposed and desired.

“Good evening,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Hi,” she replied, her voice soft, already falling into the familiar rhythm they shared.

His eyes lingered on her for a moment before he spoke again. “I’ve been thinking about you,” he said slowly, his words carrying an unspoken weight. “And I hope you’ve been thinking about me.”

Kate swallowed hard, feeling her cheeks flush under his gaze. “I have,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” Christofer responded, his tone unmistakably firm. “You know what I expect from you tonight, don’t you?”

Her breath hitched at the question. “Yes,” she answered, feeling the tension rise within her.

“Show me,” he ordered softly, leaning back in his chair as he waited for her to comply.

Kate hesitated for just a moment, her breath catching as the familiar rush of excitement and nerves washed over her. Christofer was patient, though she could see the intensity in his eyes. He always waited for her to follow through, never doubting that she would. It was part of the thrill—the knowledge that even from a distance, he had that control, and she wanted to give it to him.

Her fingers hovered over the edge of her dress, tracing the fabric lightly as she waited for him to speak. Christofer knew how to build the moment, how to make her crave what came next. The silence stretched, his presence filling it effortlessly.

“Take it off,” he said finally, his voice a soft command, yet firm enough that she couldn’t mistake it.

Kate’s hands moved slowly, slipping the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. The silky material slid down her arms, revealing her bare skin beneath, her breath growing shallow as the air in the room kissed her exposed skin. She let the dress pool at her waist, her chest rising and falling more quickly now, aware of his gaze watching her every move.

“Good,” Christofer murmured approvingly. “But don’t rush. I want you to feel every moment of this. Understand?”

“Yes,” Kate breathed, her pulse quickening at the edge of command in his tone. There was something about the way he took control that made her head spin, that made her body respond without hesitation. She wanted to give him what he wanted, to be perfect in his eyes.

“Stand up,” he ordered next, and she obeyed, letting the dress fall completely to the floor as she rose. She stood in nothing but the lace lingerie she had chosen earlier, knowing full well that he would appreciate the effort. She could see the approval in his eyes as he took in the sight of her, the way the delicate fabric clung to her body.

Christofer’s gaze lingered on her for a long moment, drinking her in. Then his voice came again, low and deliberate. “Touch yourself for me.”

Kate’s heart skipped at his words, a sharp spark of desire flaring within her. It was an instruction he’d given her before, but each time, the anticipation made her skin prickle. Slowly, she let her hands trail over her own body, starting at her shoulders and moving down. The feel of her own fingertips, combined with the way his eyes never left her, sent a wave of heat rushing through her.

“Slower,” he said, his voice controlled, guiding her every movement. “I want to see you enjoy it. You’re not just doing this for me—you’re doing this for you, too.”

She nodded, biting her lip as her hands moved down her sides, following the curve of her hips. She could feel her body responding to the sensation, her skin warming beneath her touch, her breath quickening with every slow caress. Christofer’s eyes were dark with intent, and the connection between them, despite the distance, was palpable. It was as if he was right there, his presence enveloping her, driving her to surrender completely.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and the praise sent a shiver through her. She lived for those words, the way he knew exactly when to offer them, keeping her on edge, wanting more.

“Now,” he continued, leaning in slightly, his gaze never leaving hers, “I want you to lie down. Make yourself comfortable.”

Kate moved to the bed, the cool sheets brushing against her heated skin as she stretched out, her pulse racing in anticipation. Christofer’s instructions were always clear, always purposeful. And each time, she felt herself melt under his command, ready and eager to obey.

“Close your eyes,” he said, his voice like velvet over the connection. “Focus on my voice. Forget everything else. It’s just you and me now.”

She obeyed, her eyes fluttering shut as her world narrowed down to the sound of his voice and the feeling of her own skin beneath her fingertips. Every word he spoke wrapped around her, heightening her awareness, making every touch more electrifying.

“Now,” Christofer began again, his tone taking on a more intimate edge, “do exactly as I say…”

Kate lay back on the bed, her body humming with anticipation, eyes closed as she waited for Christofer’s next instruction. His voice was the only thing grounding her, the only connection between them in this distant, isolated moment. And yet, despite the miles between them, she felt utterly connected to him, hanging on every word.

“Now,” Christofer began, his voice slow and deliberate, “I want you to start with your nipples. Take them between your fingers, lightly at first.”

Kate’s fingers moved to her breasts, grazing over the sensitive skin as she found her hardened nipples. She gave them a gentle pinch, her breath catching at the sensation. It was simple, but under his direction, every touch felt amplified, charged.

“Harder,” Christofer commanded, his voice carrying an unmistakable edge. “I know you can take more.”

She did as he asked, squeezing her nipples more firmly between her fingers. The sharper sensation sent a thrill through her, a gasp escaping her lips.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise washing over her like warm honey. “Now, twist them.”

Kate’s body responded instantly, her fingers twisting, a moan slipping out as the intensity built. The mixture of pleasure and pain flooded her senses, each instruction pulling her deeper under his control.

“Does it feel good?” Christofer asked, his tone softer for a moment, as though allowing her a brief reprieve.

“Yes,” she breathed, her body buzzing with sensation, her skin tingling everywhere.

“Good. Keep going, harder,” he pressed. “I want to hear it in your voice.”

She obeyed, pinching and twisting harder, her chest rising and falling more quickly now. The slight sting mixed with pleasure, building a fire low in her belly. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, a result of both his words and her own growing need.

“Now,” Christofer’s voice cut through the haze, “one hand stays there, the other… move it lower. Slowly.”

Kate’s heart raced as her free hand traveled down her body, her fingers gliding over her stomach until they reached the lace of her panties. She hesitated, waiting for his permission to go further.

“Don’t stop,” he said, sensing her pause. “Touch yourself. I want you to feel how wet you’ve gotten for me.”

Her fingers dipped beneath the fabric, sliding over her slick folds. The sensation made her bite her lip, a soft whimper escaping her. She could feel just how aroused she was, and knowing it was for him made her ache even more.

“Good,” Christofer growled, his voice low with approval. “Now, slide a finger inside. Slowly. I want you to feel every inch.”

Kate’s breath hitched as she followed his instruction, slipping a finger into her warmth. The slow penetration made her moan softly, the sensation intensified by his steady, unwavering voice.

“Don’t rush,” he said, his tone almost soothing. “Take your time. Let your body adjust.”

She nodded, her movements slow, feeling every inch of her finger as she pushed deeper. Her body clenched around it, her back arching slightly as her hips instinctively sought more.

“That’s it,” Christofer encouraged. “Now, add another finger.”

Kate’s heart raced as she obeyed, sliding a second finger inside. The stretch made her breathless, a low moan escaping her lips as she fought to keep her pace slow and controlled, just as he had instructed.

“Faster now,” Christofer ordered, his voice tightening. “I want to hear you. I want you to lose yourself in it.”

Her fingers moved faster, her body reacting with desperate need. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending alive under the command of his voice. The heat between her thighs grew, her muscles tensing as the pleasure mounted.

“More,” Christofer demanded. “Harder. Don’t hold back.”

She did as he said, thrusting her fingers deeper, harder. Her moans grew louder, the intensity of his demands driving her closer to the edge. Her body was on fire, every touch heightened by his control over her.

“Now,” his voice cut through again, firmer than before, “put one finger in your mouth. Taste yourself.”

Kate shuddered at the instruction, her body responding immediately to the dominance in his tone. She slid one of her fingers from her wetness and brought it to her lips, her eyes fluttering closed as she tasted herself, her body trembling with arousal.

“Good girl,” Christofer praised, his voice like velvet. “Now, slide that same finger down… lower. I want you to touch your ass hole.”

Kate’s breath hitched, her body trembling at the command. Slowly, she moved her finger lower, teasing the tight ring of muscle. The sensation was new, foreign, but with his voice guiding her, she felt a wave of excitement flood through her.

“Don’t stop,” he growled, his words more intense now. “Push it inside. Slowly. I want you to feel everything.”

Her body quivered as she obeyed, the sensation of her finger sliding into her tightness overwhelming her senses. The mix of sensations—her fingers inside her pussy, the one moving slowly in her ass hole—was almost too much. She whimpered, her hips bucking as she tried to hold on to some semblance of control.

“Keep going,” Christofer ordered, his voice steady and unrelenting. “Don’t stop until I say so.”

Kate’s body trembled under the intensity of his commands, her fingers working furiously inside her, her mind reeling from the overstimulation. The pleasure was overwhelming, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to hold on.

“Faster,” he growled. “Harder. You’re mine tonight, Kate. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate. “I’m yours.”

The sound of her own surrender, coupled with his relentless commands, sent her spiraling. Her fingers moved frantically, her body pushed to the brink, every sensation heightened until she could no longer control the moans that escaped her lips.

“Don’t stop,” Christofer ordered once more, his voice the only thing keeping her grounded. “Not until I say.”

Her body trembled, the overstimulation pushing her to the edge of madness. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only feel the overwhelming pleasure building and building until—

“Now,” Christofer’s voice cut through the haze, commanding and firm, “come for me.”

And with that, she shattered.

Kate’s body trembled violently as the wave of release crashed over her, so intense it almost startled her. Her fingers stilled for a moment, trembling against her sensitive skin as pleasure washed through her in relentless waves. The world around her blurred, reduced to nothing but sensation. She gasped, her chest heaving as the orgasm rippled through her, leaving her breathless and weak.

“Keep going,” Christofer’s voice urged, firm but now softened by the satisfaction of seeing her submit completely. “Don’t stop. I want more from you.”

Kate whimpered, her body screaming for reprieve even as his words kept her in motion. She forced her fingers to keep moving, thrusting into herself as the overstimulation took hold. Her nerves were on fire, every touch sending jolts of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain, but Christofer’s control over her kept her locked in the moment. She was his, as she always was, and she wanted nothing more than to give him everything he asked for.

Her legs shook, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she continued. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of sensation through her, her body so overwhelmed it felt like she was unraveling, piece by piece. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of the pleasure he was forcing her to endure.

“Good girl,” Christofer murmured, his voice deep and commanding even now. “I know it’s hard. But I want to see how much you can take.”

His words alone sent another shiver through her, her body arching against the bed as she continued to touch herself, despite the way her muscles screamed for relief. Her mind was foggy, lost in the haze of pleasure, and all she could think about was how much she wanted to please him. To be perfect for him.

The overstimulation built again, her body teetering on the edge of another climax, the sensations swirling inside her almost too much to bear. She gasped, a cry escaping her lips as her muscles tightened, her fingers moving faster, harder, just as he’d commanded.

“That’s it,” Christofer growled softly, his voice dark with satisfaction. “Now give me everything.”

Kate’s entire body tensed as she hit the peak again, another powerful orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her head tilting back as her body convulsed, every muscle locking tight as pleasure overtook her. The intensity was overwhelming, her mind blanking as her body shook uncontrollably.

And then, slowly, it began to fade.

“Good,” Christofer’s voice came again, softening now, the command in his tone easing. “You can stop now.”

Kate’s fingers finally stilled, her chest heaving with the effort as her body sank back against the bed, spent and trembling. The tension melted away, leaving her in a state of blissful exhaustion, her limbs heavy and her mind foggy with aftershocks of pleasure.

Kate lay there, breathless and trembling, her body still buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure. Her skin was warm, her limbs heavy, and yet, despite the exhaustion, a deep sense of satisfaction settled over her. Christofer had guided her through it all, pushing her to the edge and beyond, and she had given him everything he asked for.

For a moment, there was silence between them, the only sound her uneven breathing as she tried to collect herself. Then, his voice came again, softer now, but still carrying that unmistakable edge of control.

“When you get back,” Christofer began, his tone low and deliberate, “I’ll be at the airport. And as soon as I have you in my arms, I’m going to find us an empty restroom.” His words sent a fresh thrill through her, despite her exhaustion. “And I’m going to fuck you there, rough and fast. You won’t be able to think straight, and you’ll love every second of it.”

Kate’s heart raced again at the promise in his words, a small whimper escaping her lips.

“Goodnight, darling,” Christofer said softly, the dominance in his voice softening with affection. “I love you dearly.”

Her heart swelled. “I love you too,” she whispered back, smiling through her blissful exhaustion.

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Kate pushed open the door to her office, mentally cataloging the long list of tasks left on her plate after yet another marathon of meetings. She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck as Colonel Ibrahim walked beside her, his presence steady and calm amidst the chaos of her UNIT duties.

"You looked like you were ready to strangle someone back there," Christofer teased, glancing over at her with a smirk.

Kate managed a tired smile in response. "Some days, I wonder if that might actually solve more problems than it creates."

He chuckled, the low sound vibrating through the air between them. "Well, you could use a break. Follow me. There's something I need to show you."

Kate raised an eyebrow but followed Christofer’s lead, assuming he was about to brief her on some pressing security issue. They reached an empty UNIT operations room, the door sliding shut behind her with a soft click. Kate took a few steps forward, still not fully aware of Christofer's true intent, when she heard the unmistakable sound of the lock clicking into place.

"Colonel?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder, confused but not alarmed. She trusted Christofer implicitly, but the locked door caught her off guard.

He approached her with deliberate steps, his eyes intent on hers, and in a heartbeat, the shift in his demeanor sent a charge through her. He tilted her head up with a gentle but firm hand, his thumb brushing over her chin.

"Keep quiet," he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl. "Can you do that for me, hm?"

Kate's breath hitched at the unexpected command, her mind racing to catch up with the sudden shift in mood. There was something undeniably commanding in his tone, something that made her stomach flip in a way she hadn't felt in years. She hummed softly, still confused but intrigued.

Christofer's eyes narrowed slightly, a playful reprimand in his gaze. "Use your words, Kate."

"I can," she whispered, the words barely making it past her lips as she realized exactly what kind of tension was building between them.

"Good," he muttered, his fingers brushing over her cheek as he stepped closer. His other hand moved down, and she felt the tug at her waistband as he began to unzip her trousers with practiced ease.

"Christofer…" she started, half a question, half a breathless exhale.

"You've been running non-stop today. I can see it. You need to rest," he murmured, his hands now sliding inside her waistband, pushing her trousers down. "Let me take charge for a while."

Her heart raced as the suggestion lingered in the air between them, the anticipation coiling tight in her belly. Christofer’s fingers teased at the hem of her panties, his touch just enough to send a shiver up her spine but not quite enough to satisfy the growing ache between her thighs.

"You need to relax," he said softly, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "I’ll help you with that."

His hand slid lower, his fingers dipping past the edge of her underwear, grazing her wet heat. The first touch was exploratory, teasing, but with the growing confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. A slow exhale escaped Kate, her knees trembling as she leaned back against him, the tension of the day slowly melting away.

"I need to ready you first," Christofer whispered, his breath warm against her neck. "I’m too big to just… take you like this."

Her stomach fluttered at the bluntness of his words, and her head tilted back instinctively, her body responding to his touch with a need she hadn’t anticipated. She bit her lip as his finger slid inside her, slow and sure, filling her just enough to make her hips twitch.

"Just relax," he whispered, adding a second finger, curling them just right as her breath hitched sharply. "Let me take care of you."

Kate’s mind spun, the pleasure building fast and hot as his fingers worked her steadily, his touch confident and relentless. Her legs trembled, and her hand gripped his arm for support as he increased the pressure, a third finger slipping inside her as her walls clenched tight around him.

A soft moan escaped her before she could stop it, her body trembling with the release that crashed through her like a wave. Christofer held her close, his fingers still moving inside her as her hips bucked against his hand, chasing the last tremors of her climax.

"Good girl," he murmured, kissing the side of her neck before pulling his hand away.

Before she could catch her breath, Christofer knelt down in front of her, his hands gripping her hips as he tugged her trousers the rest of the way off. His eyes darkened with hunger as he pressed his lips against her inner thigh, his breath hot against her sensitive skin.

"You’re still tense," he said, his lips brushing the delicate skin just above her core. "I’m not done with you yet."

Kate gasped as his mouth found her, his tongue flicking over her in a way that sent her head spinning. He licked, sucked, and teased until she was trembling all over again, his hands holding her in place as her legs threatened to give out. She was already sensitive from the first release, but Christofer showed no mercy, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until her body was shaking with need.

He slipped a finger back inside her as he worked her over with his mouth, the combination of sensations sending her hurtling toward a second climax. This time, she couldn't suppress the moan that escaped her, her hand flying to his shoulder to steady herself as she cried out softly.

When she came again, her body convulsed with the force of it, her fingers gripping Christofer's hair as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"That’s better," he murmured, his lips slick as he kissed the inside of her thigh one last time before standing. His hands moved to his belt, undoing it with quick, precise movements, and Kate's heart raced in anticipation.

She was ready for him now, her body humming with a need she hadn't felt in years. Christofer stepped closer, his hand cupping her cheek as he positioned himself at her entrance.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and rough, filled with the kind of restrained desire that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Yes," she breathed, her hands already finding their way to his biceps, clinging to him as he pushed inside her. He was slow at first, giving her time to adjust, but the stretch was delicious, her body welcoming him in with a sigh.

When he finally set a rhythm, it was deep and fast, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge again. Her hand clamped down on his shoulder, trying to stifle the sounds of pleasure that threatened to escape. She bit down on his shoulder to keep herself quiet, but the heat in her belly was too much, and her gasps escaped in stuttered breaths.

"Don’t leave marks," she managed to whisper between breaths, her voice barely audible above the sound of their bodies moving together.

Christofer grinned against her skin, the devilish glint in his eyes unmistakable. His hands tightened on her hips, and his thrusts grew faster, harder, his own release building with hers.

After what felt like an eternity of bliss, Kate's body convulsed with her third release, the intensity of it overwhelming her as she clenched around him. Christofer followed soon after, his grip tightening as he buried himself deep inside her, groaning her name as he came.

They stayed like that for a moment, bodies pressed together, breath mingling in the aftermath of their shared pleasure. Slowly, Christofer pulled out of her, his lips brushing over her temple, her cheek, and finally her lips in a soft, lingering kiss.

Kate’s legs were still trembling, her heart racing, and when she felt his release dripping down her thigh, she gave him a look of mild exasperation.

"You didn’t specify where," he teased, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear with a smug grin.

She chuckled softly, rolling her eyes at him as they both worked to straighten themselves out. "In a few months' time, the mark I left will be a bit more obvious," he added, his hand resting on her lower stomach with a grin.

Kate laughed at that, shaking her head. "I’m far too old for that, Christofer."

"You're never too old," he murmured, pressing one last kiss to her swollen lips, the look in his eyes warm and satisfied as they finally set each other to rights.

The hum of UNIT's base was a familiar background noise to Kate as she went over the latest reports, her fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the folder. Across from her, Donna and Mel sat comfortably on the office’s worn leather couch, gossiping with the ease of women who had mastered the art of plucking every juicy detail from the staff. 

"You know," Donna said, her voice loud enough to cut through Kate's concentration, "I heard that Jenkins from R&D accidentally fired one of those fancy laser thingies straight into a meeting room. No one was hurt, but they’re saying the scorch marks on the wall look like a Picasso painting."

Mel snorted. "That explains why I saw Jenkins running down the hallway like a Dalek was after him. Poor bloke probably thought he’d be demoted."

Kate let out a soft sigh, torn between amusement and exasperation. These two always managed to turn her office into a hub for the latest UNIT gossip. Not that she minded much—it was a welcome distraction sometimes—but today, her focus was splintered. She rubbed a hand across her abdomen, an almost unconscious gesture, her mind already thinking ahead to the next item on her never-ending list.

The door opened, and Colonel Christofer Ibrahim stepped inside, carrying a tray with tea and some light refreshments. He looked at the scene before him—Donna lounging, Mel chattering—and for a second, his eyebrows raised in surprise. He hadn’t expected an audience.

"Colonel," Kate greeted him, her tone as measured as ever.

"Commander," he replied, the brief but charged exchange between them not lost on Donna and Mel, who exchanged grins the moment Christofer looked away.

Christofer set the tray down on the table with precision, straightening before he gave a respectful nod toward Donna and Mel. They grinned cheekily back, looking every bit like they were up to no good. With a silent glance at Kate, Christofer left the room, the door clicking shut softly behind him.

The moment he was gone, the teasing began.

"So… what was that about?" Donna said, leaning forward with a sly grin. "He only says ‘Commander’ when there’s more going on than meets the eye. You know, subtext."

Kate gave her a withering look, her eyes narrowing as she muttered, "Kindly fuck off, Donna. Stick your nose somewhere else for a change."

Mel raised an eyebrow, not missing a beat. "Ooooh, struck a nerve there, didn’t we?"

Kate huffed, shaking her head tiredly as she pushed the reports aside. Her back was aching, the dull throb a constant reminder of her current condition. Rising slowly, she pressed a hand against her lower back for support and made her way to the couch, easing herself down beside them with an exhale that sounded far too relieved.

Donna’s grin widened. "You alright, there? You’ve been looking a bit more tired than usual, Kate. Colonel not around enough to give you those well-needed massages?"

Mel smirked, biting back laughter, and Kate rolled her eyes, leaning back into the couch, feeling the weight of the past few months settle on her.

"I’m already pregnant," she quipped dryly, closing her eyes as she sank further into the cushions. "There’s no need for any more… help."

That was all the confirmation Donna and Mel needed, their laughter filling the room, but Kate found herself smiling despite their teasing. It was rare to have moments like this—moments of laughter, camaraderie, and absurdity amidst the chaos that was UNIT. And even though Christofer's unexpected visit had stirred more gossip than she'd care to deal with, she found herself thinking of the way his eyes had lingered on her, the silent promise of support hidden beneath that formal, curt "Commander."

She would deal with the teasing for now, but later… she might just take Christofer up on the offer of that massage.

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Kate wiped the sweat from her brow, her breaths steady as she finished the final set of her workout routine. Across the room, Christofer Ibrahim was similarly engaged, muscles taut as he completed his own reps. Their workouts had become something of a tradition in recent weeks—a way to blow off steam after long days of meetings and crises, and, if she were honest with herself, an excuse to spend more time in his company.

"You’re getting better at that," Christofer remarked, his voice carrying a note of approval as he dropped his weights and rolled his shoulders, watching her with the usual calm intensity.

"Not bad for someone who spends most of their time behind a desk," Kate replied, her tone dry but playful as she reached for her water bottle.

Christofer chuckled, stepping closer. "Not bad at all, but I think you’re getting too comfortable. You need more of a challenge."

Kate raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering across her face as she took a sip of water. "Oh, really? And what would you suggest, Lieutenant?"

His lips twitched into a grin. "A little friendly competition. Wrestling."

Kate’s eyebrows shot up. "Wrestling?"

"Unless, of course, you're afraid of losing," Christofer added, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Kate scoffed, rising to her full height. "Afraid? Hardly. But don’t expect me to go easy on you."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he replied, already moving to clear some space on the mat. The look in his eyes told her this wasn’t just about exercise anymore. There was something else simmering beneath the surface, and she felt the same heat curling low in her belly.

Kate set her water bottle down and took a stance, waiting for his move. Christofer circled her, his gaze locked on hers, both of them aware of the undercurrent between them. When he finally lunged, Kate reacted quickly, dodging him with a deft movement. She twisted, grabbing his arm and pulling him off balance, but Christofer recovered almost immediately, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her against him.

She gasped, the sudden contact sending a jolt of heat through her body. His chest pressed against her back, the scent of sweat and heat intoxicating as his breath brushed against her neck. Kate fought to regain control, but the closeness of his body made it difficult to focus. She could feel the strength in his muscles, the tension in his grip, and for a moment, the world outside the workout room faded away.

With a swift movement, she managed to break free, twisting around to face him. They were both breathing harder now, but it wasn’t just from the exertion. The tension between them was palpable, electric, and Kate could feel her pulse quickening as Christofer advanced on her again.

This time, she wasn’t quick enough to dodge. He caught her, his hands gripping her waist firmly as he spun her, pinning her back against the wall. Her breath caught in her throat, the sudden force of his body against hers sending a shock of desire straight through her. 

"Still think you can win?" Christofer murmured, his voice low and rough, inches from her ear. His breath was hot against her skin, and Kate’s heart raced, her mind spinning as her body reacted to the closeness of him.

"I’m… still deciding," Kate managed to say, though her voice came out more breathless than she intended. Her hands instinctively found his chest, fingers curling against the slick skin, feeling the hard muscle beneath.

Christofer leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You could always surrender."

Kate’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening on his chest as a wave of heat coursed through her. There was nothing innocent about the way he was pressing against her now, his body pinning hers against the wall, the suggestive edge in his voice stoking the fire already burning between them.

She met his gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Not my style."

His lips twitched into a grin, something dark and teasing in his eyes. "I didn’t think so."

Before she could respond, his hands slid down to her hips, holding her firmly in place as he leaned in closer. The tension between them snapped, the line between their playful wrestling and something far more intimate blurring as Christofer’s mouth found hers. 

The kiss was fierce, consuming, as if all the energy from their workout had shifted into a different kind of battle. Kate gasped into the kiss, her hands moving to his shoulders, pulling him closer even as her mind spun from the intensity of it. His lips moved against hers with a confidence that made her knees weak, his body pressing her harder into the wall as the heat between them built with every second.

Christofer’s hands were everywhere—on her hips, her waist, moving up to cup her face as he deepened the kiss. Kate responded in kind, her body arching into his, a soft moan escaping her as his lips trailed down her neck. 

"You always so competitive, Chief?" he whispered against her skin, his voice thick with desire.

Kate laughed breathlessly, her head tilting back as his lips explored her throat. "You have no idea."

His hands gripped her waist tighter, lifting her just enough to press her more firmly against the wall. The movement made Kate's breath catch again, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as the intensity between them reached a fever pitch. Christofer’s mouth found hers again, and this time there was no holding back.

His lips were demanding, his body pressing hers into the wall with a force that made her pulse race. She could feel the heat of him, the weight of his need mirroring her own as her hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer, deeper, as though the kiss alone could satisfy the fire burning between them.

But it wasn’t enough. Not for either of them.

Christofer’s hands slid lower, gripping her hips with a possessive strength as his lips moved to her jaw, trailing down her neck again. Kate moaned softly, her fingers tightening in his hair as she pressed herself closer to him, every inch of her body alive with the tension between them.

"You still in charge, Chief?" he whispered against her skin, his voice dark and teasing.

Kate’s laugh was breathless, her lips brushing his ear. "Always."

His eyes darkened, and in one swift motion, he had her pinned more firmly against the wall, his body pressed flush against hers as his lips captured hers again in a kiss that left her gasping.

Their movements became frantic, the need between them overwhelming as they let go of the pretense of control. Christofer’s hands were everywhere—on her waist, her hips, sliding under her shirt as his mouth claimed hers again and again.

Kate arched into him, her mind spinning as the heat between them built to a breaking point. There was no space between them now, no room for doubt or hesitation. Just the raw, undeniable connection that had been simmering between them for months, finally breaking free.

Christofer’s lips brushed against hers once more, softer this time, a lingering kiss that sent a shiver down her spine. His forehead rested against hers as they both caught their breath, the silence between them thick with unspoken words.

Kate opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. His dark eyes were intense, focused entirely on her, and for a moment, the weight of everything that had just passed between them hung in the air.

"You going to admit defeat now?" he asked, his voice low, teasing.

Kate smirked, still breathless, her fingers tracing the curve of his jaw. "Not a chance." 

He chuckled, his hand sliding to the small of her back as he pulled her closer. "Didn’t think so."

Christofer’s chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, and the sound vibrated through Kate’s body, making her shiver against him. He was still pressed tightly to her, her legs wrapped around his waist, the heat of their encounter still simmering beneath the surface. They were both breathing heavily, caught in the afterglow of the tension that had snapped between them.

Kate slowly loosened her legs, letting them slide down until her feet touched the ground again. Christofer’s hands didn’t leave her, though, his grip firm on her waist, as if reluctant to let go. She steadied herself, her body still humming with the echoes of what they’d just done.

"Not bad for a post-workout routine," she said dryly, though the amusement in her voice couldn’t completely hide the breathlessness. 

"Not bad at all," Christofer replied, his voice still low and rough from the intensity of the moment. He hadn’t pulled back much, and she could feel the heat radiating from him, his forehead still resting lightly against hers. "You do know how to keep things interesting, Chief."

Kate’s lips twitched into a smirk as she looked up at him. "You were the one who suggested wrestling, Lieutenant."

His hands flexed on her waist, a playful glint in his eyes. "I had a feeling it would go this way."

"You planned this?" Her eyebrow arched, though the corner of her mouth betrayed her amusement.

"More of a hopeful prediction," Christofer said, his tone light, though his eyes darkened slightly as they flicked over her face. "But I’d say it exceeded my expectations."

Kate let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head slightly. "You always think a few steps ahead, don’t you?"

"Occupational hazard," he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly against her hip, the simple touch enough to make her heart race again.

For a moment, they stood there, pressed close, neither of them making a move to pull away. The air between them was thick with the lingering tension, the unspoken words hovering just on the edge of their lips. Kate’s heart beat faster as she looked into his eyes, seeing the same conflict she felt within herself reflected back at her—desire tempered by the weight of responsibility, of their roles, of the uncharted territory they were now in.

It would be so easy to let things go further, to let herself fall into the heat of the moment again, but the rational part of her mind—small as it was right now—was already calculating the consequences. They were still in a UNIT facility, and she was still the head of scientific research. He was still her subordinate, technically, though the lines between their roles blurred more with every passing day.

Christofer seemed to sense her hesitation, and though his body was still close, he shifted slightly, his eyes softening as he studied her. "Kate," he said quietly, his voice a little more serious now, "we can stop this here. If you want."

Kate met his gaze, her heart still pounding, her body still thrumming with the residual tension, but she knew what he meant. This moment had been inevitable between them for a long time, but stepping forward—truly crossing the line—was a decision neither of them could make lightly. She wasn’t sure where this would lead, or how it would complicate their already complex relationship.

But God, did she want him.

"I don’t want to stop," she said softly, her voice firm, though there was a vulnerability in her tone that she rarely let anyone hear. "I just… need a minute."

Christofer nodded, his expression understanding as he loosened his grip on her waist, stepping back slightly to give her space. "Take all the time you need."

She appreciated the gesture, the fact that he wasn’t pushing, wasn’t forcing the moment to continue when he could clearly sense her need to process. Kate leaned back against the wall, letting out a long breath as she gathered her thoughts.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want this—didn’t want him. She did. Desperately. But things were already complicated enough. Her mind raced with a million thoughts, the logical side of her wrestling with the overwhelming desire coursing through her body.

After a moment, she looked up at him again. Christofer stood a few paces away now, his hands on his hips, watching her with that calm intensity that always made her feel like he could read her mind. His dark eyes were patient, but she could see the desire simmering beneath the surface, just as strong as her own.

"Lieutenant," she said, her voice breaking the silence, "I don’t think I can make this decision on my own."

Christofer’s eyes flicked to hers, his lips curving into a slow, almost dangerous smile. He stepped forward again, closing the distance between them in a few strides until his body was only inches from hers. His hands came up to cage her against the wall, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch.

"You’re not alone in this, Kate," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Whatever happens next, we’re in this together. You’re not the only one with something to lose."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and before she could respond, his lips were on hers again, this time slower, more deliberate, as if sealing the promise he’d just made. Kate’s hands slid up to his shoulders, pulling him closer as she let herself fall into the kiss, her mind silencing all its doubts for the moment.

Christofer’s hands found her waist again, his grip firm but gentle as he pressed her against the wall. The kiss deepened, and this time there was no urgency, no frenzy—just a slow, burning heat that built between them, making her pulse race and her body ache for more.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they stood there, caught in the aftermath of the moment.

Kate swallowed hard, her voice soft as she finally said, "We’ll figure this out."

Christofer nodded, his thumb brushing lightly against her hip. "We will."

And though the uncertainty still loomed over them, Kate knew one thing for certain: whatever happened next, she wasn’t going to face it alone.

Christofer’s lips hovered near hers, his breath warm against her skin as he held her close against the wall, their bodies barely separated now. The intensity between them was undeniable, a slow burn that had been building for weeks, months, until it had finally snapped, leaving them in this moment—both hungry for more but teetering on the edge.

Kate felt the weight of his hands on her waist, the firm grip that both grounded her and made her pulse quicken. She could feel his strength, the restraint he was holding onto with every ounce of control, and the way it heightened the tension between them only made her want to close the distance further. The heat of his body seeped into hers, making her dizzy with desire, but her mind still whirred, the unspoken questions hanging between them.

"Kate," Christofer murmured, his voice low and almost gravelly as his forehead pressed lightly against hers, his lips brushing just close enough to stir the air between them. "Tell me what you want."

It wasn’t just a question; it was a moment of decision. His eyes searched hers, giving her the space to decide, to guide where this would go next. He was close—so close that she could feel his body tensing, could see the way his dark eyes flicked over her, drinking her in, but still waiting for her word.

Kate’s breath hitched, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, her heart racing. There was so much she wanted to say, so many things that could complicate everything. But none of those words felt important right now. What mattered was how badly she needed him, how much she craved the release of the tension that had been simmering between them for far too long.

"I want you," she whispered, her voice steady despite the way her body trembled with anticipation. Her fingers tightened in his shirt, pulling him closer. "Now."

That was all it took.

Christofer’s hands moved, swift but deliberate, gripping her waist firmly as he lifted her slightly off the ground, pressing her harder against the wall with a possessive force that made her gasp. His mouth was on hers in an instant, their lips crashing together in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was fierce, raw, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt or hesitation.

Kate’s legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, her arms winding around his neck as she held onto him, her body arching into his as their kiss deepened, the heat between them growing by the second. Every inch of her was alive with the electricity of his touch, the feel of his body against hers overwhelming her senses.

Christofer groaned against her lips, the sound vibrating through her chest, and Kate couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped her as his hands gripped her hips more firmly, pulling her even closer. His fingers dug into her skin just enough to make her shiver, the roughness of his touch sending a thrill of excitement coursing through her.

"You're sure?" he murmured against her lips, his voice strained with the effort it was taking him to hold back.

Kate didn’t hesitate. She pulled him closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "I’ve never been more sure."

That was all he needed to hear.

In one fluid motion, Christofer shifted, his hands sliding down to grip her thighs as he pressed her even more firmly against the wall. The intensity of his movements left Kate breathless, her heart racing as she felt the tension between them snap, giving way to a rush of desire that consumed them both.

His mouth found hers again, but this time the kiss was slower, deeper, as if he was savoring the moment. Kate responded in kind, her body arching into his as she felt the overwhelming heat of him, the strength in his arms as he held her steady against the wall, the solid warmth of his body pressing into hers.

Every touch, every movement was deliberate, the fire between them building with every second. Christofer’s hands moved with a confidence that left Kate’s head spinning, his lips never leaving hers as he let the intensity of their connection drive their movements.

Kate’s breath hitched as she felt him shift against her, the closeness of their bodies almost unbearable. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her legs tightened around his waist, her body arching into him with a need that bordered on desperation.

His mouth moved to her neck, the feel of his lips against her skin sending waves of heat through her body. Kate’s head tilted back against the wall, her fingers curling against his shoulders as she gasped, her mind spinning from the intensity of it all. Every nerve in her body was alive with sensation, every touch, every kiss igniting something deeper within her.

Christofer’s breath was ragged now, his hands gripping her thighs as he pressed into her, his control slipping as the heat between them became too much to contain. Kate could feel his restraint faltering, could sense how badly he wanted to let go, and the thought of it made her own pulse race faster.

She wanted him to lose control.

Kate’s hands slid down his chest, her touch firm and deliberate as she pulled him closer, her voice low and breathless as she whispered, "Don’t hold back."

His response was immediate, a low growl escaping him as he shifted, his grip tightening on her hips as he finally gave in to the tension between them. His body pressed harder against hers, his movements more urgent now as he let go of the restraint he had been holding onto for so long.

The intensity of it left Kate gasping, her hands gripping his shoulders as she held on, her mind spinning from the overwhelming sensation of being so completely consumed by him. Christofer’s lips were on hers again, fierce and demanding, and Kate couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped her as their bodies moved together, each moment more intense than the last.

Time seemed to blur around them, the world outside their shared heat fading into nothingness as they lost themselves in each other. Every touch, every movement was a perfect mix of desire and connection, their bodies moving in sync as they rode the wave of tension and release.

When the moment finally broke, it was with a rush of sensation that left them both breathless, their bodies trembling from the intensity of it all. Christofer’s forehead pressed against hers, their breaths mingling in the small space between them as they caught their breath.

For a moment, there was only the sound of their breathing, the rapid rise and fall of their chests as they stood there, pressed close together, the aftermath of their intensity lingering in the air.

Kate’s fingers traced the line of his jaw, her touch soft as she looked up at him, her heart still racing. "You really don’t do things halfway, do you?"

Christofer let out a breathless laugh, his eyes still dark with desire as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Not with you, Chief."

Her lips twitched into a smile, and she leaned into him, resting her head against his chest as they both stood there, savoring the moment of quiet that followed the storm.

And for now, that was enough.

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Kate sat at her desk, focused on the call she was in the middle of, her voice steady as she discussed UNIT’s latest project with one of the senior officials. Papers were spread out across her desk, her laptop open to a set of reports that required her attention. The work required all of her focus, but it wasn’t unusual for her to handle high-stakes calls while juggling multiple tasks. This was just another day at UNIT headquarters.

Christofer had slipped into her office quietly, his presence barely noticed as Kate concentrated on the conversation. He hovered for a moment near the door, his eyes scanning her, taking in the way she sat with her back straight, her tone professional and poised. A playful glint flickered in his gaze as he walked toward her, his steps silent.

He didn’t say anything at first, simply leaning down behind her, his hands resting gently on the back of her chair. Kate, still immersed in the call, glanced briefly at him but returned to the discussion, unaware of the mischief that was brewing in Christofer’s mind.

Her voice remained calm as she continued the call, “Yes, we’ll have the preliminary data ready by tomorrow. I’ll personally oversee the final adjustments—” She stopped, her breath hitching as she felt Christofer’s lips brush against her ear, his warm breath sending a sudden wave of awareness through her.

Kate shifted slightly in her seat, shooting him a sidelong glance as if to silently tell him to behave, but Christofer wasn’t deterred. His lips trailed down, gently nibbling at her earlobe in a way that made it hard for her to keep her composure. His touch was light, teasing, but it was enough to make her pulse quicken. Kate cleared her throat softly, forcing herself to stay composed as she tried to continue speaking into the phone.

“Uh, yes, as I was saying… the final adjustments will be ready for review,” she managed, her voice only slightly strained.

Christofer’s lips moved lower, finding the sensitive skin of her neck, his kisses growing more deliberate as he pressed his body lightly against the back of her chair. His hands slid from the chair to her shoulders, massaging them gently at first, but then his fingers began to wander, tracing the outline of her blouse. Kate’s heart raced, and she felt a flush creeping up her neck, but she kept her tone steady, determined not to let the person on the other end of the call know what was happening.

“Is there anything else you need from me before I finalize the report?” she asked, hoping her professionalism masked the way her body was reacting to Christofer’s touch.

He moved closer, his mouth now near her collarbone, planting soft, teasing kisses along her skin while one hand slowly slid down her arm and across her chest. Kate felt the warmth of his breath as his lips grazed the base of her neck, and her breath hitched again, her hand gripping the edge of her desk for stability. Christofer’s hand brushed lightly over her blouse, his fingers skimming the fabric in a way that sent a jolt of heat through her.

Her voice wavered slightly. “Yes, I’ll, um… I’ll email you the updated timeline by the end of the day.”

Christofer’s lips curled into a smile against her skin as he sensed her struggle. He wasn’t finished yet. His hand slipped further down, finding the top button of her blouse, his fingers deftly undoing it. Kate’s eyes widened, and she shot him a quick glance, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to focus on the conversation.

“Of course, I’ll make sure… the… uh, the revisions are included,” she said, her words coming out more stilted now.

Christofer, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her, let his hand glide inside her blouse, his fingers brushing against the lace of her bra. The sensation was enough to send a rush of warmth through Kate, her body betraying her even as she tried to keep her mind on the task at hand. She shifted in her seat, trying to discreetly push his hand away, but he was persistent, his fingers lightly tracing patterns across her skin.

Kate’s breathing became shallow, and she bit down on her lip, trying to suppress the gasp that wanted to escape. She couldn’t let the person on the phone know what was happening, but Christofer was making it nearly impossible to stay focused. His hand lingered just beneath her blouse, teasing, before pulling back slightly as his lips continued their assault on her neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

“Great,” Kate finally said, her voice shaky. “I’ll, um, touch base with you later.”

She ended the call with a quick tap of her finger and immediately turned to Christofer, her eyes narrowed but her body still tingling from his attention. “Colonel,” she began, trying to keep her voice stern, but the heat in her gaze betrayed her.

Christofer’s smirk was infuriatingly charming as he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his hands still resting on her waist. “Yes, Commander?” His tone was smooth, playful, knowing exactly what he had done.

Kate huffed, trying to maintain her composure, but the warmth that spread through her body from his touch was undeniable. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Impossible, but effective,” he replied with a wicked grin, his hands sliding down to her hips as he pulled her closer, lifting her slightly until she was seated on the edge of her desk.

Her heart raced as she felt the firmness of the desk beneath her, and she instinctively parted her legs slightly to make room for him. Christofer stepped between them, his body pressing against hers, the heat radiating between them making it hard to think. His lips hovered near hers, but he didn’t kiss her, not yet—he was waiting, letting the tension build.

Kate’s breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as her hands found his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. The intensity in his gaze was enough to make her pulse quicken, and she knew she was losing the battle to stay in control. She could feel the desire building between them, the unspoken challenge in his eyes daring her to give in to the tension they’d both been fighting for so long.

“You should have been paying attention,” Christofer murmured, his voice low and teasing as his hands slid up her thighs, his fingers brushing lightly over her skin.

Kate’s breath hitched, and she shot him a warning look, though her body leaned into his touch despite herself. “I was on a call.”

He smiled, leaning down until his lips were just a breath away from hers. “And now, you’re not.”

With that, he closed the distance, his mouth capturing hers in a slow, deliberate kiss that left no room for resistance. The kiss was deep and consuming, drawing her into him completely as his hands explored her body, his touch both teasing and commanding.

Kate melted into him, her body responding instinctively to his touch as she let herself be pulled into the moment, the world outside her office fading away. All that mattered was the heat between them, the electric tension that had been building for so long finally finding release in the slow burn of his kiss.

For now, the reports, the responsibilities, and everything else could wait.

Christofer’s lips remained locked with Kate’s, his hands trailing down her sides in a deliberate, possessive way, his touch sending shivers through her. Her pulse quickened as his fingers found the waistband of her trousers, deftly undoing the button with an almost maddening slowness. He pulled back from the kiss, his lips hovering just inches from hers, his eyes locked on hers as if daring her to stop him—but she didn’t. 

Instead, she tilted her head back slightly, her breathing growing uneven as she felt the cool air against her skin when he slid her trousers down just enough to expose the lace of her underwear. Christofer’s hand moved to her waist, and with a firm yet gentle touch, he hooked his fingers around the side of her underwear, shifting it aside, his knuckles brushing against her skin in a way that made her hips twitch involuntarily.

“Shhh…” he whispered, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I told you—keep quiet.” 

Kate’s breath hitched, her eyes flickering with a mixture of anticipation and frustration. She bit down on her lower lip, trying to suppress the soft whimper that threatened to escape her. Christofer’s hands were always so deliberate, so sure of themselves, and the tension between them was building to an almost unbearable level.

“I know how much you need this,” Christofer murmured, his voice a low, hushed growl as his hand reached into his jacket pocket. Kate’s heart raced when he pulled out a small device, a knowing gleam in his eye as he held it up for her to see. “You’ve had a long day… I think you deserve a little help unwinding.”

Her eyes widened in recognition, a mixture of anticipation and helpless desire surging through her as he flicked the vibrator on, the soft hum filling the air. “Christofer…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, her mind torn between wanting to maintain control and giving in to the pulse of need building inside her.

He brought the vibrator to her inner thigh, the sensation of it vibrating against her skin making her gasp softly. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles white as she fought to stay composed, but Christofer was relentless. His lips brushed against her ear, his breath hot as he whispered, “You’ve been running this place like a well-oiled machine… so strong, so in control. But right now, I want you to let go, Kate. I want you to relax.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and before she could respond, he gently pressed the vibrator against her clit, the sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. Kate’s body tensed, her lips parting in a soft gasp, but Christofer was quick to cover her mouth with his hand, his fingers pressing lightly against her lips as his eyes bore into hers.

“Shhh, we can’t have anyone hearing you, Commander,” he whispered, his tone full of teasing control. “But I know you’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?”

Kate could only nod, her eyes wide with a mixture of desperation and submission. Her heart pounded in her chest as Christofer moved the vibrator in slow, deliberate circles, the pleasure building with each pass. He watched her intently, savoring every little twitch of her body, every quiet gasp that escaped her lips. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, his praise making her pulse race even faster. “That’s what I like to see. You know I can’t give you all of me just yet—you need to be ready first.”

Her breath hitched at his words, her mind spinning from the combination of his teasing and the relentless vibrations. The tension between them had reached a fever pitch, and Kate’s body felt like it was teetering on the edge of release, her muscles tense, her senses overwhelmed.

Christofer leaned in closer, his mouth brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You’re so perfect like this, so responsive… I’m not going to stop until you’re completely undone.” 

Kate’s hands clenched the desk tighter, her head falling back as she felt the intensity of the sensation building, her body trembling under his control. He shifted the vibrator slightly, increasing the pressure just enough to send her spiraling, her legs twitching involuntarily as the pleasure washed over her. She fought to keep her voice down, her breaths coming out in short, ragged gasps as Christofer's praise echoed in her ears.

“You’re so close, I can feel it. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”

Her body arched off the desk as the wave of pleasure finally crested, the release crashing through her in a flood of sensation that left her trembling. Christofer’s hand moved to her back, supporting her as she rode out the high, his voice a low murmur of praise that only heightened her pleasure. 

“Good girl… that’s it. Just let go.”

Kate’s body trembled as the first wave of pleasure subsided, her breaths coming in shallow, uneven gasps. Christofer’s hand remained steady on her back, supporting her as she slowly came down from the high. The warmth of his presence, his quiet but confident praise, kept her tethered to the moment.

But Christofer wasn’t done with her yet.

He pulled the vibrator back slightly, pausing for a moment as Kate’s body still twitched in response. Her mind was hazy, but she could feel the heat building between them again. Christofer’s hand slid down her back, his fingers brushing gently against her skin as he repositioned the vibrator, this time teasing at her entrance.

Kate’s breath hitched again as she felt him push the device inside her, the sensation of the vibrations shifting deeper sending a fresh wave of sensation through her. Her muscles tensed involuntarily as he began to slowly push it in and out, the pressure and movement making her head spin with pleasure. 

Christofer’s lips hovered near her ear, his voice low and commanding, “You’re going to give me another, aren’t you?”

She could only whimper in response, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as the vibrator plunged deeper with each thrust, the tension building once more. Her entire body felt like it was being wound up again, the anticipation unbearable as he continued his slow, deliberate pace.

“You’re doing so well,” Christofer murmured, his voice laced with both praise and control. “I know how much you can take… I want you to come for me again.”

Kate’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as the vibrations pushed her closer to the edge. She could feel the pressure building, her body teetering on the brink as Christofer worked the vibrator inside her, his movements steady and unrelenting. Her muscles tensed, and she bit down hard on her lip, trying to stifle the sounds that threatened to escape.

Christofer’s free hand slid up her thigh, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin as he continued his slow, torturous rhythm. “You’re so responsive… so perfect,” he whispered, his praise washing over her like a second wave of heat. “You’re going to come for me again, and you’re going to love every second of it.”

The words sent her over the edge, her body arching as the second release hit her with even more intensity than the first. The pleasure radiated through her, her legs trembling as she clung to the desk, barely able to keep herself upright. Her breathing was shallow, her mind a blur of sensation and heat as Christofer slowed the movements of the vibrator, drawing out her release until she was completely spent.

He removed the vibrator slowly, his touch gentle as he eased her down from the intensity of the moment. Kate’s body sagged against him, her muscles weak and trembling, her mind still trying to catch up with the flood of pleasure she’d just experienced. Christofer’s hand slid up to cradle the back of her neck, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice filled with quiet satisfaction. “You’ve done so well.”

Kate’s chest heaved with effort, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her second release. She leaned into him, her head resting against his shoulder, utterly spent but fully content. Christofer’s praise washed over her, filling her with a sense of calm and fulfillment. His hand remained steady on her back, his presence grounding her as the tension between them slowly began to ease.

For a moment, they were silent, the air between them heavy with the weight of what had just transpired. Kate’s legs still felt weak, and she leaned against him, her breath slowly returning to normal.

Christofer tilted her chin up, his eyes soft but full of mischief as he looked down at her. “We don’t have time for more, but next time…” His voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken promise hanging in the air.

Kate gave him a tired smile, her body still humming from the aftermath. “Next time, Colonel, you’ll have to make sure I’m properly prepared,” she teased, though her voice was still breathless.

Christofer’s eyes darkened, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Don’t worry, Commander. I always make sure you’re ready.”

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Kate Stewart stood in front of the bedroom mirror, adjusting the sleeves of her sharp, charcoal-colored pantsuit. She took a step back, inspecting her reflection with a keen, critical eye. The image of the UNIT commander stared back at her, every hair perfectly in place, her expression determined as always. Yet, in the warmth of her home, there was a softness to her that only one person ever saw—Christofer Ibrahim, standing just a few steps behind her.

“Looks good, Commander,” Christofer teased lightly as he leaned against the doorframe, arms folded. His smirk gave away his admiration, but his eyes held something more mischievous. “But something’s missing.”

Kate glanced at him through the mirror, raising an eyebrow. “Missing? You’re not about to suggest something ridiculous like a bow tie, are you?”

Christofer pushed off the doorframe and slowly approached, his smirk widening as he stepped closer. “No, no bow ties today,” he said, his voice dropping as he came to stand directly behind her. His hand gently reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his touch sending a faint shiver down her spine.

“You look perfect,” he murmured, pressing a slow kiss just beneath her ear, on the sensitive spot that always made her heart skip a beat. Kate’s breath caught for a moment, and she gave him a sideways glance in the mirror, sensing the shift in his mood. His hands slid down her shoulders, and before she could react, she heard a faint, familiar buzzing sound.

“Christofer…” Her voice was low, a warning, as she realized he had turned the vibrator on—the one they’d been using to tease each other during moments just like this.

“We’re going to be late,” she muttered, trying to sound firm as the buzzing sensation teased the air between them. She shifted slightly, trying to refocus on her reflection.

Christofer smiled against her skin, his lips brushing lightly against her ear as he shushed her. “We’ll be quick… You can be quick, darling.”

Kate’s heart raced, and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to keep her composure. Christofer’s hand, still resting on her waist, slowly slid down until his fingers reached the waistband of her trousers. With a deliberate ease, he undid the button and lowered the zipper, his fingers brushing her skin in a way that sent sparks of electricity through her.

Kate tried to form words, to tell him they didn’t have time for this, but her protests were silenced when Christofer guided her hand inside her trousers. His fingers gently tugged her underwear aside, and he positioned her hand over herself, making her fingertips trace her own sensitive skin.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she shot him a look through the mirror, a mixture of frustration and desire in her gaze. Christofer’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he brushed the vibrating device over her arms, then slowly over her shoulders. “I want to hear you tell me if you like it,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with promise.

Kate’s pulse quickened as Christofer’s hand moved the vibrator to her breast, the sensation sending tingles down her spine. He guided her fingers deeper inside of herself, his pace slow, teasing, and far too controlled. She could barely hold back a whimper as her own hand moved, urged on by his control, her body responding to every subtle touch.

“Tell me, Kate,” he murmured in her ear again, his breath warm against her skin. “Do you like it?”

Her breath hitched, and she swallowed hard, her mind struggling to stay focused. “Yes,” she breathed softly, her voice betraying how much she was enjoying the sensation. Christofer’s praise was intoxicating, and she found herself sinking deeper into his control, her body craving more.

His hand shifted the vibrator to her other breast, sending another wave of sensation through her, and he guided a second finger inside her. The rhythm increased just slightly, enough to make her toes curl, enough to bring her right to the edge of release.

But just when she thought she would go over, Christofer stopped.

He pulled her fingers out, leaving her trembling and on the verge of frustration. Kate turned her head sharply to meet his eyes, leveling him with a glare, her cheeks flushed with pent-up need. “Christofer…” she warned, her voice tight with barely contained frustration.

He chuckled softly, clearly amused by her reaction, but instead of answering her, he slipped the vibrator lower. The sensation jolted her, making her gasp as he pressed it against her in just the right spot. Her hips bucked slightly, her control slipping as her body responded to the overwhelming sensation.

Her moans were quiet, but impossible to suppress as he pressed the vibrator inside her. He took her hand, the one that had just been teasing her, and guided it inside her blouse, slipping past her bra until her fingers rested against her sensitive nipple. “Twist it,” he instructed, his voice a commanding whisper that left no room for argument. “Tease yourself.”

Kate’s hand obeyed, her fingers moving in time with his orders, twisting and teasing as he had instructed. Her other hand clenched the side of the desk for support, her legs trembling as the vibrations deepened. Her lips parted, a soft moan escaping her as he lightly sucked on her earlobe, adding to the intensity of the moment.

“Oh… yes, right there, darling,” she whispered, her voice breathless and full of need. Christofer’s lips curved into a satisfied smile against her skin, and he pulled the vibrator back just enough to drive her wild with anticipation. He put her underwear back into place, the buzzing sensation still faintly present as it remained inside her, held in place.

Kate’s eyes widened as she realized what he was planning. He wasn’t going to let her finish—not yet. He was going to make her endure this, to carry this teasing with her through the day.

He guided her other hand to her remaining breast, instructing her to twist and tease just as before. His heavy breaths against her ear sent another surge of heat through her, making it even harder to concentrate. “Don’t stop,” he whispered. “Not unless I tell you to.”

Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the edge of the desk, her forehead resting against the mirror. Her mind was a haze of pleasure, frustration, and the deep desire to give in. Christofer’s control over her was absolute, and the realization only made the sensation more intense.

After a few more moments, Christofer kissed her softly, his lips lingering against hers in a tantalizing promise of what was yet to come. “We’re going to be late,” he teased, his smile full of mischief as he pulled away and adjusted his suit.

As they drove toward UNIT, Kate could barely focus on anything but the buzzing inside her. The constant teasing left her body aching with need, her breaths shallow as she tried to maintain control. Every time she thought she might be able to calm herself, Christofer would subtly adjust the settings, making the vibrations either stronger or gentler, but never quite giving her the release she craved.

At one point, he told her to suck on her fingers, and though she shot him a look of disbelief, she couldn’t help but obey. The sensation of her fingers in her mouth, the taste of her own skin, was yet another level of teasing that left her even more frustrated.

By the time they arrived at UNIT, Kate was on the verge of losing her composure. She swallowed hard, biting back a groan as she stepped out of the car, her legs trembling slightly. Christofer kissed her lightly, his lips brushing against hers with a dangerous softness. “I’ll call you during your break,” he whispered, his smirk playful. “Just to remind you.”

Kate shot him a frustrated look, but there was nothing she could do. She swore she would make him pay later, but for now, she had to survive the day.

The buzzing sensation inside her was constant, a quiet torment she carried with her as she made her way through the corridors of UNIT headquarters. Kate’s sharp mind, usually focused and unyielding, was now consumed with the steady hum of the vibrator Christofer had so playfully left inside her. Each step, each subtle movement sent waves of sensation through her, making it impossible to think clearly.

Her first meeting of the day was with a group of senior staff members, all focused on the latest security protocols. Kate sat at the head of the table, hands resting in front of her, trying to maintain her usual composed demeanor. But underneath the table, her legs pressed tightly together, a futile attempt to quell the building tension inside her.

She shifted slightly in her chair, hoping to ease the sensation, but it only made it worse. The vibrator responded to every movement, teasing her mercilessly. Her heart raced as she stole a glance at the glass door, half-expecting Christofer to walk by at any moment.

And then it happened. Midway through the meeting, she caught a glimpse of him in the hallway, his tall frame moving with a casual confidence as he passed by. Their eyes locked for just a second through the glass, and Kate’s stomach flipped when she saw the smirk tugging at his lips.

Oh no, she thought, her breath hitching in anticipation. She knew that look. A split second later, she felt the vibrations intensify inside her, the quiet hum turning into a stronger pulse that made her clench her hands under the table. She pressed her lips together, struggling to keep her expression neutral as the sensation grew.

Her eyes flickered toward the staff in the room, who were none the wiser to her internal battle. She could barely focus on their words, her thoughts consumed with the building tension inside her. She shifted in her seat again, her body desperate for release, but she knew Christofer wouldn’t give it to her—not yet.

Kate’s fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table, her knuckles white with the effort of maintaining control. She couldn’t give in—not here, not in front of everyone. But the vibrations were relentless, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She shifted again, her thighs rubbing together, and she bit down hard on her bottom lip to stop a whimper from escaping.

Then, in a moment of weakness, her body acted on instinct. She leaned forward slightly, just enough to press herself against the edge of the desk. The pressure sent a wave of heat through her, the friction against the hard surface making her hips roll ever so slightly.

For just a second, she allowed herself the pleasure of the movement, her body aching for more. The edge of the desk provided the release she so desperately craved, and she couldn’t help but press herself against it once more. A quiet, barely audible gasp escaped her lips, but she quickly composed herself, forcing her hips to still.

No, she scolded herself silently. Not here.

Her eyes flicked back to the staff, none of whom seemed to notice her brief slip in composure. But Kate could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the flush of embarrassment mixing with the overwhelming desire that still pulsed through her. She couldn’t afford to lose control like this—not in a meeting.

The rest of the meeting dragged on, every minute a battle against the relentless sensations that coursed through her. By the time it was over, she was practically trembling with the effort of holding herself together. She made a quick exit, heading straight for her office.

Once inside, Kate closed the door behind her and leaned heavily against it, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her legs felt like jelly, and the constant buzzing between her thighs was driving her mad. She needed a moment—just a moment to collect herself.

But before she could compose herself, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at the screen and saw Christofer’s name.

Not now, she thought, a wave of frustration washing over her. But she knew better than to ignore him.

She answered the call, her voice strained as she said, “What is it, Colonel?”

His voice came through the line, low and teasing. “Just checking in, Commander. How’s your day going?”

Kate closed her eyes, her free hand clenching into a fist. “You know exactly how it’s going,” she muttered, her voice edged with frustration. She could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

“I thought I’d remind you,” Christofer continued, his tone dripping with playful mischief, “how much control I still have over you.”

Before Kate could respond, she felt the vibrations increase again, the steady pulse turning into a rapid hum that made her knees buckle. She barely managed to lock her office door before a moan escaped her, her body trembling as the pleasure surged through her.

“Christofer…” she whispered, her voice desperate. “Please, I need—”

But he cut her off, the vibrations intensifying even more. Kate stumbled toward her desk, her hand reaching for the edge as she tried to steady herself. She knew she couldn’t give in, couldn’t allow herself the release she so desperately craved, but her body was begging for it.

Her free hand moved to her mouth, her fingers slipping between her lips as she bit down gently, trying to distract herself from the overwhelming sensation. But it wasn’t enough. Her hips bucked involuntarily, her body seeking more.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Christofer ordered through the phone, his voice commanding. “I want to hear you.”

Kate let out a soft whimper, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as her fingers pressed harder into her mouth. She wanted to touch herself, to give herself the release that Christofer was denying her, but she knew he wouldn’t allow it. He was in control, and she was helpless to stop him.

The vibrations pulsed inside her, driving her closer and closer to the edge, but just when she thought she would finally go over, Christofer lowered the intensity, pulling her back from the brink once again.

She swore under her breath, her body trembling with the effort of holding herself together. She was flushed, frustrated, and desperate for release, but Christofer wasn’t going to give it to her—not yet.

“Good girl,” he murmured through the phone, his voice full of satisfaction. “I’ll let you go now, but remember… I’m always watching.”

Kate hung up the phone, her chest heaving as she tried to calm herself. Her legs felt weak, her body trembling with need, but there was nothing she could do. She would have to endure the rest of the day like this.

And endure she did. The rest of the day passed in a blur of meetings, reports, and constant teasing from the vibrator inside her. Each time she thought she might finally get some relief, Christofer would raise the intensity, only to pull it back just when she was about to reach her peak. It was maddening.

At one point, as she was walking through the corridors, she had to stop and bend over slightly, her hand gripping the wall for support as Christofer once again turned the vibrator to its highest setting. She bit down on her lip, struggling to keep quiet as the sensation overwhelmed her.

By the time the day was over, Kate was utterly spent. She made her way to the car where Christofer was waiting, her legs trembling with exhaustion and frustration. She climbed into the passenger seat, barely able to look at him.

“You’re going to pay for this,” she muttered, her voice tight with both desire and anger.

Christofer simply smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he leaned over to kiss her. “I’m counting on it,” he whispered against her lips.

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By the time they stepped through the front door of their home, Kate’s legs felt like jelly, her body still humming with the remnants of Christofer’s teasing. The entire day had been a lesson in restraint, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold it together. 

As soon as they crossed the threshold, Christofer turned the vibrator to its highest setting. 

The sudden surge of intensity made her gasp, her hand gripping the back of the couch for support as her knees buckled. She pressed her hips into the edge of the furniture, the hard surface offering just enough pressure to send her spiraling. 

Her breathing turned ragged, a mixture of relief and frustration finally bubbling to the surface. Her moans and gasps grew louder, higher, as she ground herself harder against the edge, desperately chasing the release that had been denied all day.

And when it came, it crashed through her in waves—hot, blinding, and all-consuming. Her body trembled, and she slumped forward, her forehead resting on the couch cushion as she tried to catch her breath. 

For a few moments, she simply stayed there, panting and recovering from the rush of sensation that had finally overtaken her. When she felt steady enough to stand, she pushed herself up and made her way to the bedroom.

Her steps were slow but purposeful as she rummaged through the drawer, finding a bottle of lubrication and another vibrator. A small, wicked smile tugged at her lips as she turned back toward the kitchen where she knew Christofer was waiting.

When she found him there, leaning casually against the counter as if he hadn’t spent the entire day torturing her, she took a deep breath and let the satisfaction of what was to come wash over her.

“My turn,” she said, her voice low and laced with intent.

Christofer raised an eyebrow, his smirk still in place as he turned to face her. But there was a flicker of something in his eyes—curiosity, maybe even a hint of apprehension. He was used to being in control, but Kate had other plans now.

Without waiting for him to respond, she stepped closer, her fingers deftly working to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. He let out a small grunt of surprise as the cool air hit his skin, but he didn’t resist. 

“Bend over,” she commanded softly, and after a brief hesitation, he complied, leaning over the kitchen counter.

Kate wasted no time. She coated her fingers with the lubricant, her movements slow and deliberate as she spread it over her fingertips. She could feel his muscles tense beneath her touch as she began to prepare him, her finger tracing and teasing in a way that mimicked his earlier torment of her.

“Like that?” she murmured, her voice soft but teasing. 

Christofer’s hands clenched the edge of the counter, his breath hitching as she continued her slow, methodical movements. He let out a quiet groan, his control slipping ever so slightly.

But just as she felt him begin to edge closer to release, she stopped. Her hand stilled, and she pulled away, a satisfied smile curving her lips as she heard the frustrated grunt escape his throat.

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you?” she teased, her fingers brushing lightly along his back before reaching for the vibrator. She slicked it with the lubricant, then eased it into him, slow and steady.

Christofer’s breath hitched again, and his knuckles whitened as he gripped the counter harder. Kate couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him—usually so composed and in control, now at her mercy.

“Not yet,” she whispered, pressing the vibrator in deeper before pulling his underwear back into place and sliding his pants back up.

She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips, her voice soft but commanding as she said, “Dinner won’t cook itself, Colonel.”

Christofer’s eyes were dark with both amusement and desire, but he straightened, pulling himself together just as she had earlier in the day. He gave her a look that promised payback, but for now, he turned his attention to the stove.

Kate made her way to the kitchen table, bringing her work along with her so she could keep an eye on him as he cooked. She couldn’t help but tease him, her voice light and playful as she remarked, “This is nothing compared to what you put me through today.”

Christofer chuckled softly, but she could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his body stiffened ever so slightly as the vibrator continued its work. He was good at maintaining control, but she knew it wouldn’t last forever.

As the smell of dinner filled the kitchen, Kate’s eyes never left him. She could see the way he moved, a little more carefully now, his breaths coming in slightly shallower as the minutes passed. She knew he was feeling it—feeling her control, just as she had felt his.

Just as they were finishing up, Christofer reached his breaking point. Without warning, he turned, grabbed Kate by the waist, and lifted her onto the kitchen table. She let out a surprised gasp, but before she could protest, he pressed himself firmly against her, his hands gripping her hips as he moved in a fast, needy rhythm.

Kate’s head fell back, a moan escaping her lips as she felt the heat of him, the intensity of his need. She clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he moved against her with almost frantic urgency.

“You’re being unfair,” she managed to grind out between moans, her voice breathless. “I couldn’t—”

Christofer chuckled, a low, rough sound that was nearly swallowed by his own grunts and moans. “Next time,” he breathed, his lips brushing against her neck, “I’ll make sure you can.”

His words sent a shiver through her, and her eyes flew open in surprise, but before she could respond, he suddenly stopped.

Kate blinked, her body still trembling with the need for release as she watched him walk over to the stove. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the sight of his back, the broad expanse of his shoulders, and—she couldn’t help but notice—his firm backside.

She licked her lips, still catching her breath as she leaned back on her hands. “You know,” she said, her voice low and sultry, “I’m going to make you pay for that.”

Christofer chuckled as he turned to face her, his eyes dark with both satisfaction and promise. “I’m counting on it,” he replied, his tone teasing as he began to plate their dinner.

But as Kate watched him, a wicked smile tugged at her lips. “And when I do,” she said, her voice dropping to a near whisper, “you won’t be able to stand afterward.”

Christofer met her gaze, his grin widening. “We’ll see about that.”