I lay in my darkened room, touching myself, my head resting on my discarded blouse and breeches. Gregor’s scent lingered around me. I became hard almost immediately. From behind the closed door, I heard footsteps approaching. My heart quickened with hopes of Gregor returning. The door opened. Captain Blair walked in.
He stood looking at me without saying a word as he undid his breeches. His hefty prick fell out of the thin material. He stroked it. Primed it. The arrogance of his self-assumed power over the situation repulsed me. His off-putting demeanor matched how I felt about his body. Despite all of it, I knew I had a job to do, not for him, but for my country.
“What are you waiting for, boy?” he whispered. “Get over here on your knees.”
“I thought perhaps you might prefer to remove
