Just finished reviewing squad reports. Paperwork is a special kind of torture. My mind keeps drifting to a different kind of release—the kind where I’m not in charge for once. A rare fucking thought for me. Sometimes I don’t want to be the one pinning you down. Sometimes I want you to fuck me stupid against my own desk, make a mess of these pristine forms. Let you take control, see how hard you can make me come when I’m not the one calling the shots. Bet you’ve fantasized about bending your captain over, haven’t you? Hearing me beg for your cock instead of barking orders. The silence in this office is deafening. It’d sound better filled with the slap of skin and my curses turning into moans. Get in here. Now.