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Chapter 7

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Warnings:
Explicit sexual content
Spanking
Does teasing count?

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Illyria was struggling to keep herself together. She was hot all over, her body burning up, heart racing. Her grip on the arms of the chair had tightened considerably, her knuckles turning white. She was overcome with anxiety and desire. The words he was speaking to her having an unforeseen affect, never had she been this turned on by somebody just talking to her.

Levi regarded the woman before him with a keen eye. Monitoring her every subtle movement. Her eyes were clouded, a combination of fear and lust present, telling him she wasn’t sure about this, but a part of her wanted it desperately. Her lips quivered, her breathing slow, deep and heavy. Her fingers gripping into the chair. She was frozen, determined to not break, but secretly wanting to be broken. Levi knew he was playing with fire. He knew he was teetering on the edge of a very fine line.

He could put a stop to all of this right now, and a big part of him knew that he should, but another part of him was curious to find out if he was right...

He was almost certain that Illyria had enjoyed the punishment he had administered previously. The sounds that had spilled from her lips an indication. But he had his doubts. And even though she had that look in her eyes right now, he could see the fear that also resided there, he could sense that she was torn, so he watched her carefully.

There was also the fact that Levi had been watching Illyria for a while. She had caught his attention some time ago, way before any of these recent events had started. He and the commander and gone to the training squad to have a look over the potential new cadets. Shadis had let them read over everyone’s file before leading them out to the training grounds. And Illyria’s file had caught his attention.

Exceptional in hand to hand combat and 3DMG, agility and speed second to none. Efficient in the classroom. A true force to be reckoned with. However, has an insubordinate attitude and can be extremely combative. Undisciplined and rebellious in nature. Highly rambunctious. Has amazing potential, if she can tame her unruly attitude and learn to be dutiful.

Yes, she had certainly gained Levi’s attention. Then when they had gone out to the training field, he had seen her engaged in hand to hand combat training with another trainee. She was impressive. She was swift and alert, focused and driven. She hit the trainee with force, executing every move with deadly precision. Her auburn hair flowing, shimmering in the sunlight, her green eyes burning brightly with an intense fire, focused only on the mission at hand. It was hard to imagine the attractive woman on the field as being difficult, but when Shadis had called them to attention, everyone had stood in a line and saluted, yet Illyria’s salute was weak and half hearted. She definitely had a problem showing respect to superiors. She looked almost bored.

When she had graduated, Levi had immediately offered to take Light into his squad, much to the relief of Commander Erwin and the others. He knew she had potential, he knew she would be a strong and capable soldier. And he knew, out of all the others, he would be the one to break her.

And over time, Illyria had become more of a model soldier. But she was still a work in progress. And over time, Levi had unintentionally paid more and more attention to her. It was not obvious to anyone, except him. It hadn’t taken him long to realise that he was attracted to the woman. Levi was hard-nosed. He was pragmatic and rational, so he had pretty much accepted the attraction, and then buried it. He treated Illyria no different from any other cadet. However, that night had affected him too. He had felt that old attraction that he thought he had smothered come back again ten fold. He remembered just how difficult it had been to suppress his own growing desire for the woman. It had been torturous for them both for quite different reasons.

Levi held the stare of the woman before him, his lips curling into a small smirk.

“I think I know.” His voice was quiet and low as he removed his hand from her lip and took a couple of steps back. He beckoned her forward with his hand.

“Come here.” Illyria swallowed thickly. She had never seen something so seductive from her captain before. Did he even know what he was doing to her? She stood and took a few steps forward, legs shaking and he reached for her, fingers ghosting her arm as he brought her closer and then forced her to turn around.

Her back brushed against his chest as she stood still. Levi’s fingers gently brushed her hair off her shoulders, lips close to the burning skin of her ear.

“How many strikes do you think I should give you this time, cadet?” this time her eyes did close. The sound of his voice so close to her, the feel of his hot breath caressing her skin as his fingers dragged tantalisingly down the side of her throat, to her shoulders, slowly slipping under the strap of her harness before pushing it off her shoulders, far too much. She shivered. His other hand removed the straps from her other shoulder and she felt him reach for her skirt, unclasping the buckles and removing her harness completely, dropping them on the desk.

She was so focused on steadying herself she forgot all about his question. Levi reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair, giving her a quick and rough shove to bring her back to her senses.

“I asked you a question cadet. Do not test my patience.” Illyria was practically gasping for breath already. Her arousal evident from the moistness in her underwear. She really was disgusting. She swallowed and licked her lips, panting quietly.

“Ten.” She responded and Levi released his grip, moving his hands to the front of her trousers. He began undoing her just like he did last time, pushing her skirt up, loosening the harnesses at her legs and pulling down her trousers from the sides, ever careful to not touch her in a way that would be deemed unacceptable. Despite how lewd the actions were, they could easily be passed off as a form of punishment, Levi was careful to not cross that boundary.

“Ten?” he asked, his voice a bit higher than previously and he smirked.

“I don’t think so, Light. I gave you ten for being insubordinate, for disobeying me. This time not only did you break the rules, you assaulted a comrade and your captain.” Illyria squeezed her eyes shut tight as the captain placed his hand to the base of her back and she took a step forward, her hips bumping against the desk.

“Hands behind your back.” Illyria frowned a little.

“Sir?” she questioned, turning her head a little to try and look at him.

“Hands. Behind. Your. Back.” He hissed, his voice suddenly taking on a threatening tone. Illyria winced but did as he asked. He reached over and seized the harnesses he had discarded on the desk, and immediately got to work.

“So... how many?” he asked again, his hands working the straps behind her back, wrapping them tightly around her wrists and securing her.

“Sir, I... I apologised...” he smirked behind her, she attempted to turn to look at him but her body was glued to the spot, only her head moving. Levi cocked an eyebrow.

“Apologised? Hm... you’re not sorry, Light...” he said as he took a step closer, his fingers quickly fastening the buckle as he gave a hard tug, tightening the strap so that it bit painfully into the skin of her wrists. Illyria’s eyes widened as realisation dawned on her. She was completely at his mercy. Stripped half naked and bound as he planned to punish her. His body pressed close to hers for a moment, his left hand gripping the strap as his right touched her shoulder gently. She could feel his breath on her ear again.

“But you will be.” he whispered into her ear and Illyria couldn’t fight back the shiver that ran through her body. Levi took a step away.

“Get into position.” He commanded and Illyria swallowed as she leaned over his desk, cheek pressed against the wood again.

Levi took a second to admire the view before him. Handiwork from his previous punishment still very visible on her creamy white skin. He pushed her shirt up a little, exposing her to him completely. He desperately wanted to run his hands over her skin. She had absolutely no idea how difficult it was for him.

“Spread your legs.” Illyria’s face flushed as she parted her legs just slightly.

“Wider.” She heard him pick up the belt to her right and her excitement grew, as did her humiliation. She obeyed, parting her legs more. She heard him crack the belt, the noise making her pussy twitch in arousal.

“As you have failed to give me a satisfactory answer, I will decide when I think you’ve had enough. What I want from you, Light, is a verbal apology with every strike I give you. And when I think you’re truly sorry for your actions today, I will stop. Do I make myself clear?” Illyria nodded her head.

“Yes sir.” She whispered, voice trembling already. The first smack came almost immediately and Illyria gasped, body instantly going rigid from the attack as pain seared across her skin, the initial sting subsiding to a beautiful burn. She took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered.

“Louder.” Another hit and her head shot up as she jolted, clenching her jaw.

“I’m sorry.” She repeated, her voice a little louder.

“I can’t hear you.” Another slap and Illyria was lost. The exquisite feeling returning to her. The pain giving her unparalleled pleasure at the same time. Her skin burned. Her entire body tingling in delicious anticipation, eagerly awaiting the next attack.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was stronger now, louder, although it still quivered uncontrollably.

“Better.” Illyria continued to take Levi's blows, each one bringing her a bliss like no other. Her legs felt weak, her back hurt from shaking so hard, her arms were numb from being in the awkward position, heart pounding in her chest, breathing erratic, and her pussy was pulsing, underwear soaking wet.

She was disgusted with herself again, a wave of guilt washing over her before being replaced by a wave of sheer pleasure. She was desperate to come, wanting nothing more than to be touched in her highly sensitive state and pushed over the edge. She had no idea how many times Levi had struck her, and frankly she didn’t care, as long as he didn’t stop.

Levi was impressed with the girls resilience. Not once did she try to move, not once did she ask him to stop, not once did she give in and admit that she was enjoying this. She had incredible will power.

Illyria felt him give a particularly rough crack, the belt connecting with the very thin and sensitive skin of her inner thigh, almost catching her sensitive pussy and her eyes rolled slightly, mouth opening in bliss as she released a short moan.

“Ahh, oh god I’m sorry... I’m sorry...” Levi paused, hearing her moan like that making his willpower slip. He was satisfied. Illyria tried to control her breathing, breaths coming out in loud, shaky long gasps. Levi dropped the belt onto the desk but she didn’t even look fazed, her eyes just slowly opening from the noise. He took a step closer, left hand closing around her bound wrists as he stood close behind her.

“Good girl.” He commented. Illyria’s reaction to the praise was instant, her eyes closing beautifully as she bit her lip hard and repressed the tiniest of whimpers. Levi smirked behind her as he looked down at the fresh marks on her body, her legs shivering from exertion. He glanced back up at her face and his resolve slipped.

“You know Light, if I didn’t know better... I’d say you enjoy this a little too much.” Illyria’s eyes shot open at his statement, her lust filled brain being shoved aside by her rational thought. But before she could react, she was shut down as Levi reached between her legs, his finger sliding over her pussy through her soaked underwear. That one simple touch, forced a loud and guttural moan from her throat, one she couldn’t hold back even if she had tried. She tried to force her legs shut but couldn’t move as Levi’s feet were inside her own, forcing her legs to stay open, she couldn’t stand upright, as his left hand was still gripping her wrists that were bound behind her back, demanding her to stay in position.

His finger slid along her again, his movements deliberate, slow and soft, tip of his finger brushing tantalisingly against her clit and she cried out more.

Levi, had not been expecting this. Though he had arrived to the conclusion that Illyria had enjoyed his actions, he never thought she would enjoy it this much, that it would have this kind of affect on her. Another loud groan spilled from her lips as his finger quickly grew slick with her juices.

“Well, well... aren’t you a dirty girl?” he teased and the tone of his voice caused Illyria to blush, pressing her forehead into the wood to hide her face as the captain continued his assault on her body.

“Filthy little brat.” His voice a deep rasp. Her pussy twitched every time he spoke, his words doing something to her that she couldn’t explain or understand in the moment. Levi leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear.

“You know, Light, I can’t help but wonder... what other dark, disgusting fantasies lie buried deep beneath the surface.” He gently pressed his lips to her ear, the action hardly noticeable in Illyria’s current state. She was so fucking close... so close.

Levi gave one last slow drag across her pulsating cunt and moved back, loosening the straps around her wrist and violently tugging them off, throwing them to the floor. Illyria’s arms practically gave up, falling to her side as her fingers desperately tried to grip the edge of the desk to help her stand upright.

“I didn’t give you permission to stand.” He commented, noticing her efforts to try and push herself upright. Illyria froze. God, please no more. I can’t take it. And she really couldn’t. She was about ready to snap. She took a few more deep breaths and stopped her ministrations, ceasing all movement as she waited for Levi to put an end to their sick game.

But he said nothing. He made no effort to move or speak. She had no idea where he was or what he was doing and that made her nervous. But still she waited. Her anxiety began to replace the lust that clouded her brain and she was suddenly made aware of how humiliated she was.

She was a strong and capable soldier, powerful and fiery. And she had been reduced to a quivering and hopeless mess, by none other than Captain Levi, and worse than that she had fucking enjoyed it. Loved it so much that her excitement had alerted her superior, and he was now painfully aware of the effect his actions had had on her, the evidence slickened his finger as he had touched her. As he had touched her in the most inappropriate and totally fulfilling way.

Illyria craved more. She shifted slightly against the desk, becoming more nervous the longer time went on but didn’t have the stomach to turn around. How could she even face him after this? Yet alone have the nerve to be disobedient and move without his say so. If she did that it would just further fuel the fact that she wanted him to punish her more. So she stayed still, still incredibly turned on, her body still wanting nothing more than to be forced into submission and taken roughly right here over the desk. She took a deep breath and suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder, roughly pulling her into a standing position.

She flinched slightly, eyes automatically turning to her captains sparkling silver irises as he turned her around to face him, pushing her against the desk. Her backside rubbed against it and she winced, hissing from pain and arched her back to try and get away from the rough surface, inadvertently causing her clothed crotch to brush against him. She gasped, forcefully pulling her hips back in horror at what had just happened, the action causing her ass to smack roughly against the desk and she bit her lip in pain, squeezing her eyes shut as her knuckles gripped the edge of the desk roughly.

Levi chuckled.

The sound was deep and rumbling and right now, it was like music to her ears. God what a noise. She opened her eyes, trying her best to glare at him through her lust clouded eyes at the fact he found this all so very amusing.

Levi held her half hearted glare, eyes hardening ever so slightly which made Illyria look down at her feet, knowing full well that she would not win this glaring contest right now. Levi crouched down a little, grabbing Illyria’s trousers and slowly and carefully inched them up. It took her breath away, as she watched him. He was focused on what he was doing, not distracted at all by the fact that her burning pussy was so close to his face. Whereas it was the only thing Illyria could think of.

His eyes followed the movements of his hands as he carefully secured the trousers around her waist and stood back upright, looking straight into her eyes, fingers tugging her zipper up and closing her button. His fingers lingered slightly, the tips of his fingers dipping so slightly into the waistband of her trousers and he gave them a firm tug up, making the material of her trousers press firmly against her pussy, her knickers creasing into her wet slit and seam of her trousers rubbing almost painfully against her swollen clit.

She gasped, practically collapsing against the desk as her legs shook, fingers tightening on the desk. Levi watched her, enjoying her reactions to him. He enjoyed seeing her squirm. He enjoyed the fact that he could make her so nervous and so aroused.

“I was wrong about you, Light.” Illyria snapped back to her senses, eyes opening and staring at the captain. He slowly released her trousers, one hand drifting to her hip, sliding underneath her shirt. His skin felt warm against hers and soft as silk, his entire hand grazing her skin and making her shiver as his other hand reached up and grabbed the back of her hair roughly.

It was such a unique feeling, to be touched so gently and handled so roughly at the exact same time. He held her in place firmly with the hand that was tangled in her hair, not bringing her any closer or pushing her away, just holding her still. The look in her eyes was uninhibited, she was practically pleading at him with her eyes alone. Levi battled against the urge to give her exactly what she wanted, the way she looked at him making it almost impossible to keep his own self control in check. His lips turned into a small smirk, a feeling of sovereignty flooding through him as he looked at the precious woman in front of him.

“Desperation does look good on you.” He finished, noticing the shiver he elicited from her. Her slightly parted lips trembling as she tried to regain her own composure, eyes full to the brim with lust.

He released her, taking a step back to put some space between them.

“Dismissed.” He moved to his chair, sitting himself down and turning his full attention to the file in front of him. Illyria grit her teeth, eyes closing slightly, already wanting his warmth back. She felt discouraged by his actions. Swallowing hard she slowly picked up the rest of her garments, before making her leave.

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