Call of Duty Ships

Shadow Experience (Graves x Fem Reader)

"What would you like me to do to next, Commander?" you ask as you finish your Shadow Company task, lifting your gaze to see Graves finishing his glass of brandy.

"I know" Phillip sets the empty glass down. "I know you are an undercover informant for my old friends from Task Force 141"

Your eyes widen in fear and shock as Graves spins around and stares you down. How does he know? How did he even find out? What's going to happen now? Questions race through your mind as you try to form any kind of sentence.

"I could have you dealt with the proper way. But..." he causally sits down in the middle of the couch. "I won't. I'm gonna show you the difference between the military...and me" he smirks at you as he untucks his shirt. " I will keep your secret, so long as you keep showing up here so I can do what I want to you. Do you understand, soldier?"

You can't think nor even speak. What is Graves asking you to do? Has he decided to use and manipulate you for his own personal gain? You can't really say no, then you really will be in big trouble. You finally stand up from the desk, pushing the chair back in and facing the Commander, you must do whatever it takes to survive, even if that means letting the enemy win.

"Yes, Commander Graves, I understand. I will do whatever you ask of me" you stand up straighter, watching Graves smile before he motions you closer. How bad could this be?

Intensity rises in the air as you slowly make your way forward, step by nervous step, holding Graves' gaze which is filled with hunger. You stop just in front of him, nerves fill your whole body and butterflies seem to flutter in your stomach, though you're not sure why you feel this way.

"On your knees" Phillip's southern accent tingles your skin. Still, you hesitate, starting to second guess yourself until Graves speaks again. "Do I need to show you the military way instead? Or are you gonna do as you're told? What will it be?" he smirks, somewhat menacingly, at you.

Silently, you get down on your knees, strangely liking the way the Commander praises you for being submissive so easily. It's clear he gets himself off from being the dominant one, he seems to completely revel in it. Biting your lip, you wordlessly watch as Graves unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants, then pulling the zipper down before slowly sliding his hand under his boxers, lifting his gaze to yours as he does.

"I honestly expected you to put up more of a fight" his voice is husky before he grunts, his hand palming himself, lightly teasing to make himself hard. "But what you really want is someone to dominate you, don't ya? It's in your eyes"

"And you think that's you, huh? That you can dominate me?" you fire back, still watching him touch himself.

"You and I both know it's the truth. You desperately want me to dominate you, to control you" Graves sucks in a sharp breath as he pulls his dick out, slowly stroking himself. "I've been watching you recently. The way you seek praise, trying to prove your worth, doing everything you're told like the good little soldier you are. So fucking submissive just for me" grunting heavily, Graves moves his hand away from his throbbing length.

You scoff, he doesn't know anything about you, but your own body gives you away. You realise that you're squirming at his words. Fuck, Graves is completely right, but you won't admit it. He smirks at you, knowing he's right, he's always right.

"Am I just going to sit here? Or do you actually want me to do something?" you try to change the subject.

"Feisty. I like it" the Commander leans back against the couch, pulling his clothing down more. "Now I want you to open that pretty mouth of yours" his hand wraps around the base of his cock, waiting for you. You gulp as you lean down.