Under His Eye - A Sam and Colby Fan Fiction

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I had been invited to Commander Brock's office on a night that his wife was off seeing her mother for the weekend. I had to make a quick decision that it may end badly for us if he's reached a breaking point with his wife and was no longer able to control his desire to be with me.

I went downstairs to his office and knocked on the door.

"Come in...." he said firmly. I saw he had simple sweatpants and a button-down shirt unbuttoned on. He was leaning back in his chair looking at the wall.

"Do you know why i asked you here? Even as my handmaid?" he asked.

I hesitated before responding, fearing the consequences of tonight's conversation. "No, Commander, I am not certain why you have asked me here."

He sighed deeply, his eyes fixed on some distant thought. "You know, I can't stop thinking about you. Ever since you arrived as my handmaid, every day has become a struggle for me to keep my composure."

My heart began to race, both from fear and excitement. I had always sensed his attraction to me but never thought he would admit it openly - at least not with such vulnerability.

"As much as it shames me to admit it," he continued, "my marriage has been falling apart for quite some time now. My wife and I no longer see eye to eye on many things, including our responsibilities in this society." He looked over at me with a mixture of hope and desperation. "Please understand that I am not blaming her; we have simply grown apart."

I weighed my options carefully, knowing that the wrong response could prove disastrous. "Commander, I understand the position you are in," I offered tentatively. "I feel deeply honored by your trust in confiding in me."

He nodded solemnly but seemed to relax a bit. We sat in silence for a moment before he decided to speak again. "Is it possible... Could you ever care for someone like me?"

The question caught me off guard. The dangerous attraction had always been one-sided; I was merely a victim of circumstance and forced into this life due to the oppressive regime of our society. Yet in this moment of vulnerability from a man who held so much power over me, I found myself unexpectedly torn.

"Commander... my duty is to serve you and your household," I stated carefully. "However..." My voice faltered slightly as I considered my next words. "...you have shown great kindness to me since I arrived here, and it has not gone unnoticed."

A smile flickered across his face at my admission, and the intensity of our connection became undeniably palpable. The electricity in the room was a living force, pulling us closer as if we were merely helpless pawns in a larger game.

Just as our eyes locked and our hands began to reach toward one another and he pulled me tight to his chest.

I could feel my body trembling against his, torn between my growing desire and the knowledge of the severity of our actions. The world outside this room seemed to cease to exist; it was simply him and me, bound together by a connection forged in a society that would never understand.

Commander Brock's breath was hot on my neck as he whispered, "I know how dangerous this is for both of us. But I cannot stay away from you any longer." He paused, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice. "Tell me that you feel something, too."

The weight of his words pressed down upon me, forcing me to examine what truly lay within my heart. After all I had been through –all we had been through– did I dare allow myself to believe that there might be something real here?

I took a deep breath, feeling the courage to speak the truth well up within me at last. "I... I do," I admitted quietly. "Despite everything, against all reason... I care for you deeply."

His eyes shone with unshed tears as he pressed his lips against mine in a kiss so fierce and passionate that it threatened to consume us both. It was then that we surrendered fully to each other, discarding our roles within society and allowing ourselves for this one stolen moment to simply be together.

"Shall we have a private ceremony.... just me.. and you bent over my desk.." he growled in my ear.

I hesitated for just a moment, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. But ultimately, the overwhelming desire to share this intimate connection with Commander Brock won over, and I nodded in agreement to his proposal.

The intensity in the room seemed to double as he guided me toward his desk. There was an air of urgency surrounding us, as though time was running out and we needed to seize this moment before it slipped away.

As I bent over the desk, I felt his strong hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. We moved together in a rhythm that seemed to defy both logic and morality, lost completely in a world just for us. Our surroundings, the office... everything that once held power or meaning had vanished. All that remained was our connection.

Commander Brock's breathing grew more ragged as our passion escalated. His hands gripped me tighter, desperate to possess and consume me entirely. And as much as I knew that this act threatened our entire existence within society's rigidly enforced rules, I couldn't bring myself to care.

With each thrust, every touch and whisper of sweet nothings into my ear - I felt my love for him grow stronger. It was unfathomable; how could I have fallen so deeply for this man who had brought me both pain and pleasure? Yet there was no denying the relentless pull between us that refused to abate despite the consequences.

And then it happened - an exquisite release that enveloped us both like wildfire. As we collapsed together amid gasping breaths and trembling limbs, there was no doubt in my mind that I bore witness to something real - something far greater than either of us had ever imagined possible.

We lay entwined on his office floor amidst the scattered remnants of our lives - papers strewn about like forgotten memories of a world now foreign to us both. His fingers trailed gently across my skin as we basked in the blissful aftermath of our encounter.

Breaking the silence, he murmured, "I know that what we have done here tonight could endanger everything. But I also firmly believe that there cannot be true devotion without the courage to risk one's entire world."

Gazing into his eyes, I knew that the words he spoke were a pledge - both to me and to himself. In that moment, we vowed to fight for the love that neither of us had dared to even dream of until now.

As dawn broke, casting the first light upon the world outside our sanctuary, reality began to creep back in. Commander Brock sighed and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. "We must be careful," he warned quietly. "I wouldn't risk losing you, not when we've only just begun."

With a heavy heart, we untangled ourselves from one another and began to carefully reconstruct our lives, piece by fragile piece. Our positions demanded secrecy; it was an unspoken agreement between us that we would shield one another from the dangerous consequences that would inevitably follow should we be discovered.

But despite the ever-present threat hanging over us like a dark cloud, the moments we managed to steal became more precious than anything I had ever known. Our desperation for one another fueled an insatiable need for closeness; whenever possible, we would find ourselves gravitating toward each other, as if pulled together by an invisible force.

In stolen glances and hushed conversations, our bond grew stronger with each passing day. Furtive caresses and whispered words of affection became our lifeline in a world where distance was our greatest ally - and yet our greatest enemy.