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The base was quiet, aside from the humming of the lights and the occasional snore from one of the soldiers next to you. Sighing, you rolled over and tried to go to sleep.
Though it had seemed exciting at the time, your current mission to Coruscant had turned out to be anything but. You had expected to be able to roam the lower levels, interspersing legitimate work with some fun at one of the seedy clubs that peppered the city. Since your reassignment as the on-call intelligence agent for the Elite Squad, you had been working non-stop and with little appreciation from your fellow soldiers. The last few missions had been grueling, and you were thrilled to be stationed somewhere at least a little interesting.
Instead, you were dressed up as a cocktail waitress night after night, serving Imperial politicians who would send you lecherous looks and seemed incapable of keeping their hands to themselves. Luckily, the latter issue was solved by your commander.
Since the encounter with your commanding officers, Crosshair has been considerably more protective of you. He made sure that you were secure at all times. If you ended up in the line of fire, it would be a rifle bolt that flew over your head to save you. Once, when a shiny who had been assigned as additional support for a mission tried to smack your ass, Crosshair had taken him away for a special assignment. You peered nosily around the corner when you heard shouts, just in time to see the soldier fall to the floor, a blaster bolt through his head.
You were fairly sure that his overprotectiveness was why you were so overworked on this mission; if you were undercover, Crosshair could keep an eye on you without it looking suspicious. However, you did have to take time to sleep, so you were attempting to catch up on some much-needed rest in the barracks while a few squad members patrolled the Senate posed as bodyguards. You weren’t hopeful about your odds of getting a decent night’s rest, unfortunately.
When the snores of the other soldiers became more frequent and you were sure you were the only one awake, you hastily slid out of your bunk and grabbed a bundle of clothes. Changing quickly, you slid out of the room noiselessly, attempting to navigate through the base without being caught trying to sneak away. Just as you thought you were going to have to sneak through the main area, you spotted a window. It had a ledge that was wide enough to let you hang from, and it would be easy to drop down to the street and hail a cab. You hurried to snap the lock and climb out before dropping down to the curb with a small thud. A taxi pulled up at your signal, and you punched in the location of a local bar. The astromech driver beeped cheerily, and you were on your way.
Though Coruscant was rife with pollution, the air seemed much clearer than the stale environment of the base. Hopefully, your escape had gone unnoticed, and you would have a few hours to get plastered before stumbling back to the barracks. The droid chirped again, and you slid out of the cab. The club was packed, and you weaved your way through sweaty bodies to the bar. You quickly flagged down the bartender, who made your drink efficiently before turning back to the other people crowding the bar.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all by herself?” came a haughty voice from your left, and you turned to see a man leaning on the bar beside you. His hair was slicked back and his clothes seemed obnoxiously rich, and he was wearing several gold rings that you were sure were worth more than all the money you’d ever see in your whole life. The oily smirk he wore forced you to bite back a grimace.
“I’m not interested,” you said, turning back to your drink.
“What the hell do you mean, you’re not interested? Girls like you only come here for one thing, and that’s to hop on the first cock they can find! Are you saying I’m not good enough?” he was winding himself into a rage, and you reached for the knife on your thigh in case you needed to use it. He didn’t scare you, but you were annoyed that he was ruining your good time, and you had half a mind just to stab him anyway.
“She said that she’s not interested,” you snapped your head around to see Crosshair standing behind you, in all of his armor and with his hand on his blaster. The man immediately backed off, and Crosshair grabbed you by the wrist. “Let’s go,”
While you weren’t thrilled by the possibility of starting a bar fight, you would’ve chosen that any day over being dragged through the streets by your commander. The ride back to the base was completely silent, and he still attempted to guide you by the arm as you entered the base. You finally wrenched out of his grip in the main room of the building, glaring at him.
The main room of the base was a vast strategy room, full of tables with holomaps and piles of artillery leaning against the walls. Two hallways protruded from either side of the room, and you almost attempted to sprint down one of them, if only to escape the thick atmosphere of the room. Crosshair removed his helmet, and his gaze was piercing as he looked over you.
“Shall I give you a chance to explain yourself? Or should we just return to my quarters for your punishment?” he said, not breaking eye contact. You tried to appear braver than you felt, crossing your arms and standing up straight.
“I haven’t done anything wrong! Just because you don’t want me going out doesn’t mean I’ve broken any real rules,” you set your jaw and glared. Crosshair took a single, deceptively calm step towards you.
“You’ve disobeyed a direct superior,” he growled. “If I say you are not to leave here without an escort, I expect you to obey,”
“Is that what you want? ‘Yes, Commander! No, Commander! You can fuck me any way you like, Commander!’” you spoke in a high-pitched mockery of your own voice. You could see Crosshair’s fist clench.
“You’re being petulant,”
“But Commander,” you drew out the title with as much sarcasm as you could, just to watch him grow angrier. “I thought you liked that?”
“Keep acting like that and I might just have to take you right here,” he warned. You scoffed, still angry that he ruined your night.
“You don’t have the balls,” you spat, and Crosshair snapped. He closed the distance between the two of you in record time, grabbing you by the back of the neck and dragging you to one of the chairs near a holomap table.
“One of these days I’m going to have to call your intelligence officer and let him know that his favorite little pet needs to learn some manners,” he said, tugging you across his lap. He pulled off your pants and undergarments in one go, leaving you naked from the waist down. The mention of Tech made you shiver, and Crosshair noticed. “Would you like that? Us taking a whole day to make sure you learn how to follow orders?”
You couldn’t respond, only managing a small whimper in response. He dug his fingers into the globes of your ass for a moment before pulling back and smacking you hard.
“Say thank you,” he ordered.
“Thank you, Commander,” you said through gritted teeth. He smacked you again, on the other cheek. The hit stung, causing you to squirm in his lap.
“Needy slut,” he spat out. You tried to push yourself onto your knees to protest, but Crosshair held you down with a hand between your shoulder blades. He rained down half a dozen more smacks in quick succession, and you cried out a little louder at each one.
“Commander, please,” you tried to rub your thigh together to get some sort of relief. Crosshair chuckled darkly as he dragged his fingers through your folds, marveling at how wet you were.
“You love this, don’t you? Is that why you act out? So that your commander will put you back in your place?” he taunted. You stayed quiet, having to hold back whimpers as he began tracing feather-light circles over your clit. Footsteps clattered from down one of the halls, and you snapped your head up to look for the source of the noise.
“Someone’s coming,” you said in a hushed voice, but Crosshair just pressed slightly harder on your clit, one finger teasing your entrance.
“They won’t come down here,” he reassured you, dipping just the tip of his finger into you. “And if they did, all they’d see is a disobedient brat getting her punishment.
You shuddered at his words, and Crosshair used your momentary distraction to fully press his finger into you, quickly adding a second. A moan ripped through your throat before you could stop it. Crosshair brought his free hand up to cover your mouth.
“So loud. You’d almost think you want to get caught,” he said, lazily fucking you with his fingers. You whimpered behind his hand, clenching down on the digits inside you. He smirked. “Or is that what you want? Do you want me to wake up the whole base so that they can see you take your punishment like a good girl?”
“Feels good,” you mumbled from behind his hand. Crosshair laughed as he crooked his fingers, knocking against the spot inside you that made your brain fuzzy. You squirmed harder in his lap as he worked you with his fingers.
“You wanna come just like this? So eager that you can’t even wait for my cock?” he teased, and you couldn’t even muster up the strength to glare back at him. Crosshair brought his thumb up to tease your clit, and you jerked your hips toward the feeling.
“Please, I wanna come,” you would’ve chided yourself for sounding so needy, but at the moment, that was the least of your worries. As you felt yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm, Crosshair ripped his hand away from you. A whine of protest spilled from you, and Crosshair scolded you with another sharp smack on the ass.
“Do you really think you deserve to come on my fingers, doll?” Crosshair asked, and you shook your head pitifully. “That’s what I thought,”
“I’m sorry, Commander,” you gave him your best pleading look. He seemed to consider for a moment, before pulling you up by the hair. He arranged you so you were straddling his thigh, the plastoid quickly growing slick with your arousal.
“You did take your punishment very well. I’ll be nice, just this once,” Crosshair said, and your head dropped down into the crook of his neck as he grabbed you by the waist. In one swift movement, he dragged your hips across the thigh plate. You moaned loudly at the friction, and Crosshair laughed, gripping your chin between two fingers. “Now, you either come on my thigh or not at all,”
Faced with that choice, you began rocking your hips against the armor, whimpering and pleading incoherently as you chased your orgasm. Crosshair leaned down to suck dark marks into your neck, the feeling bordering on painful every time he would bite down at the sensitive skin. Your whole body felt supercharged, and the orgasm you had been denied earlier was rapidly returning.
"That's it, grind against my leg, doll," Crosshair said, hands kneading at the flesh of your waist. Occasionally, a hand would run up under your shirt and grope at your chest through your bra, forcing a whimper from you. He watched you eagerly, drinking up any cry or moan that escaped you. His cock was achingly hard against his codpiece, and he was waiting impatiently for the opportunity to finally fuck you how he wanted. If the moan you let out was any indication of your current state, he'd get his wish very soon.
“I’m close,” you mumbled in between needy cries, and Crosshair pressed his leg upwards to grind his thigh against your pussy. The slight change in angle mixed with the additional pressure sent you over the edge, and you came with a litany of praise on your lips. Crosshair helped rock you through it, muttering dirty things in your ear all the while. When you had recovered and your breathing was no longer shallow and stuttering, Crosshair helped you stand.
“I want you on my bed in five minutes. We aren’t done here,” he said. You nodded dreamily and started heading for his quarters, leaving Crosshair to pick up your discarded clothes and stare at your ass while you retreated. His hard cock twitched against his codpiece, and he followed quickly behind you. It was shaping up to be a very long night indeed.