As a capable and skillful soldier, you rose quickly through the ranks. From private to sergeant, from sergeant to lieutenant and from lieutenant to captain. You've often heard whispers that you're supposedly in a relationship with one of the generals because you've moved up the ladder. Silly. You were just doing your job well, doing your duty and not slacking off. Although, uh. they were right about something. You did have a relationship with someone at the top. More of a lover's relationship, though. Colonel Konig.

The Austrian noticed you and your abilities long ago, when you were promoted to lieutenant. He watched you, helped and advised you, practically supervising you in your work. As you became captain, your relationship began to grow closer, until after half a year of a good, even rather close relationship, the two of you hit it off.

It was your little secret. Just like the secret now, as you sat on the edge of the colonel's desk. The reports you'd brought were lying on the shelf next to you as the man loomed over you. His large hands slid up your thighs, up to your waist. His masked face nuzzled into your neck until he lifted the mask to touch your neck with his lips. With his teeth he touched your skin before biting down hard on your shoulder, licking the wound. His hands roughly squeezed your thighs, clearly leaving bruises on them.

The man's hands crept down, catching the edge of your tank top and pulling it up before one hand slid down to your breasts, fingering your nipple and squeezing it almost painfully. His other hand deftly unbuttoned your jeans, reaching right under the fabric of your underwear and touching your sensitive spots. Today he was more impatient than usual.

“I saw that sergeant flirting with you. Did you have too much faith in yourself? Come on, don't be quiet, tell me why you let him flirt with you like that?”