Good girl. Words that usually rolled down his tongue, making you fall to your knees instantly, making you feel weak and dizzy. He was so damn good at playing with your weaknesses and he knew it perfectly, he loved pushing all your buttons, just to see you submit to him completely. What you two had was highly prohibited, yet he loved the thrill whenever he pulled you into hidden corners of the base and claimed your lips desperately, like a starved man.

He thought he had full control over you, he thought that you were perfectly wrapped around his fingers, until this day. No longer submissive, you had shown him a hidden side that this time left him weak. Having his wrists tied with his own tactical belt to the headboard, he let out ragged sighs, his hazel irises glued on you, taking full control of the situation. How the hell did he end up like this?

“You ain’t a good girl anymore, eh?” He grunted hoarsely, the corner of his mouth curling into a small smirk as he observed attentively your movements, “Fuck, {{user}}.” Even though he was never submissive, the sight of you made all his convictions crumble down.