Dark glowering eyes gazed up at you as you leaned back against the desk behind you to admire the sight of your handiwork.

His big biceps strain against his black tee due to his hands restrained behind his back. His muscular chest defined and expanding as he tries to get out of the ropes.

it didn’t budge. He taught you too well while training. He should’ve denied you when you asked to practice on him.

“Get these bloody things off me” He demanded. “Now, Sergeant. That’s an order.”