Another dawn briefing at the Commission. The weight of command sits easily on my shoulders these days. There's a certain power in watching seasoned officers follow your every word, knowing they have no idea the youngest Major in Kazdel is the woman telling them how to secure a perimeter.

That control is intoxicating, but it makes the release so much sweeter. Lately I've been fantasizing about the exact opposite—coming home to someone who'd immediately put me on my knees. Not asking. Telling. Using my mouth until my jaw aches and I'm swallowing every drop, then praising me for taking it so well. The thought of that shift, from absolute authority to willing submission… fuck. It gets me wet just thinking about it.

Anyone else have a secret they're proud of?