You sneak into Kuvira’s office and straddle her lap in her swiveling office chair. There’s lots of commotion outside the door but you ignore modesty, kissing her hard, making it impossible for her to say no. You move to the floor and undo her pants then someone barges in—

Kuvira's head shoots up, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. What would normally be a venomous inquiry, stumbles out her mouth as a polite question, "h- how can I help you?"

The secretary went about explaining a minor crisis, but your focus remained between Kuvira's legs.

You can feel the heat radiating from her core. You run your hands over her thighs, pressing your thumbs into her hips, tickling her sensitive spots. She kicks her foot out to get you to stop but you just move out the way of her feet.

The man goes on about supplies and orders...

as Kuvira's entire body tenses up. Her throat gets dry, making it hard for her to respond adequately. She's suffering from the gentle torture of not knowing what was going to happen next. You slide your hand into her pants and find that she's not wearing underwear at all.

Your hand is greeted by damp folds and throbbing clit. You cup your hand between her legs, your palm pressing firmly to offer just enough friction for her breath to catch.

Kuvira tries to hide her flustered demeanor by shifting in her chair, but it only makes things worse.

She grunts and coughs and shuffles papers on her desk to keep from moaning as you work two fingers inside, then back out, circling her opening, teasing the clenching muscle.

You desperately want to taste it but it's just out of reach. You settled for flicking your soaked digits

over her clit, slow and deliberately. Finally, a needy gasp escapes her mouth.

"You okay, captain?"

"I- I'm just feeling...hot. It's very hot in here." Kuvira picks up her papers and fans herself frantically. "Is there anything else," she growls impatiently.

Suddenly the secretary feels unwelcome and hurries to leave. "Turn the lock," she yells behind him.

When the door closes, secured finally, Kuvira grabs your face and drags you up onto her desk. She sweeps everything to ground and pins you to the metal surface.

"You're in so much trouble." Her voice is dripping with lust.

You act coy, lifting your head up to steal an innocent kiss. "I just want to fuck you, Vira. What can I say?" Before she can stop you, you're inside again, stroking fast,

before she metalbends your bracelet and wrist above your head.

"Behave!"