Under His Eye - A Sam and Colby Fan Fiction

Commander Golbach

Commander Sam Golbach's POV

I knew reaching out to the handmaid was against the rules, but it had been the first ceremony and i felt her orgasm tighten around me which helped me reach my intended goal. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed intercourse. My wife Katrina was not interested in the act since she was unable to have children. But she hated the thought of me enjoying the ceremony or me having any enjoyment at all. She was cruel to our staff and I worried what would happen if she found out that out handmaid had climaxed during the ceremony.

I also knew the ceremony was probably difficult for her since we High commanders always had public ceremonies.

The following morning, I awoke with a mix of guilt and anticipation. The memory of the previous night's ceremony lingered, but so did the fear of my wife discovering what had transpired. Commander meetings were held once a week, and I had to attend one today. This meant that I might be able to have a conversation with some of the other commanders, or possibly even get some advice about my current situation – though I knew that nobody would openly discuss such matters.

As I got dressed, my thoughts continued to dwell on our handmaid. She was fairly new to our household – having arrived only a couple of months ago – and had already shown great loyalty and dedication. These traits had not gone unnoticed, as she had successfully integrated herself into our home's daily routines and responsibilities in no time.

When I stepped into the dining room for breakfast, I was not surprised to see Katrina already seated at her usual spot at the head of the table. She was going over some documents while eating her meal, completely absorbed in whatever it was that had captured her attention.

"Morning," I greeted her cautiously, trying to hide any sign of guilt from the previous night.

She looked up from her documents and nodded briefly before returning her gaze to them. "Good morning," she replied coldly.

I sat down at the opposite end of the table and began eating my breakfast. The tension in the room was palpable, as always. However, this time it felt even more suffocating due to what had happened during last night's ceremony.

The rest of the meal went on in silence before Katrina stood up to leave for whatever duties awaited her for the day. "I expect we will have a visitor tonight," she said without looking at me as she strode towards the door. My heart sank upon hearing this – tonight was when our handmaid would be returning from her trip into town, and I now realized that my wife must know about last night's events.

"Is there anything specific I should be prepared for?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

Katrina stopped at the door and turned to face me, her eyes burning with controlled fury. "No, just be on your best behavior," she replied before leaving the room.

I tried to keep my composure and appear unaffected by Katrina's thinly veiled threat. Though I was worried about what might be in store for our handmaid, I had more immediate concerns at the moment. I grabbed my briefcase and left for the commander meeting, hoping for a semblance of normalcy in an otherwise tumultuous situation.

Upon arrival at the meeting, I was greeted by the usual sight of fellow commanders mingling and discussing various matters. Though our group dealt with high-level responsibilities and high-stakes decisions, this camaraderie was vital for maintaining trust and unity among us. We were, after all, responsible for maintaining order in a society where unrest was always a mere whisper away.

I engaged in small talk with my colleagues and kept an eye out for anyone whom I could potentially confide in regarding my predicament. Early on, I abandoned the notion of openly discussing last night's ceremony – it wasn't doubt about any particular individual that held me back, but rather the knowledge that indiscretion would lead to disastrous consequences not just for me, but for our handmaid as well.