I glared at my trooper, my helmet rested on my hip. They lowered the gun down from the innocent Twi'lek, causing me to look away from him. I didn't know if it was due to the fact that I had an eerie cybernetic eye, a battle sending a scar right through my left eye. Or if it was the fact that I was the big bad commander that everyone was terribly afraid to be assigned to in a mission.

And there was the fact that most of them were probably scared of disappointment and that's all I ever was in them, disappointed, dissatisfied. My only wish was for my troopers to be obedient, strong, and smart. Though, it seemed no matter how many time new troopers were assigned to me, they all failed.

A frown of disappointment was laid across my face, giving my General, General Suduri, the face I always gave her when my troops failed me. She would be coming back to Ryloth to see our progress and I really didn't need her seeing that my troopers were threatening civilians when they were ordered not to.

A ship landed a few feet away from where I was standing, not General Suduri's usual modified TIE Fighter. It was a ship that usually brought more supplies and soldiers to certain places, no the usual ship to expect your General to come alone in. But, she wasn't alone.

A hissing noise came from the ship as the side doors slid open with ease, revealing my masked General, followed by another masked man. He wore a helmet similar to a death trooper's and wore the usual inquisitor attire, red and black material clinging to his arms. He was tall, at least 6 foot and was lean, though just his mere presence sent shivers down my spine, chilling my bones and turning my stomach inside out. He walked menacingly, staring at me through his blacked out visor.

General Suduri lead him towards me, his overpowering aura only getting stronger with each step. I hated him, hated the way he made me want to cower in fear each click I heard from his tall boots. I was the most feared Commander in the Empire and I was scared of a skinny General with a shiny helmet, a General I've never seen and never been involved with.

Must be unimportant, I thought to myself. First mistake of the day.

"Commander Y/l/n, I see you have secured Ryloth, good. What was wrong with the troopers I gave you this time?" she asked, acknowledging the upset look on my face.

"We were meant to capture Ryloth and make sure civilians didn't interrupt. Though, we were not to threaten them if they didn't threaten us, but I have troopers still holding their blasters to civilian's heads when they speak or even move around. It is unacceptable, the only way we will keep control of Ryloth is if we treat them well, not like hostages," I complained, my face heating up in anger as I glared at one of my temporary men.

The General hummed, peaking over her shoulder at the other inquisitor. "Commander, I would like you to meet General Kestis, he has the finest troopers in the Empire and he would love to show you how obedient they can be under his command. Maybe it'll teach you how to train your troopers to listen," she retorted, her tone and words insulting. I knew it hadn't been my fault my troopers were practically deaf when it came to my commands.

I nodded my head, turning my eyes over to my new General, which I figured would also be temporary. My second mistake.

•–•

Just yesterday I had been assigned to General Kestis, though only today was I taken to the barracks I'd be staying in while under his command. He was silent. hadn't spoken a word at all, not even one single order to his troopers. He ignored them, even the "Good evening General"s that he often got.

I was guided silently through the large halls of the base him and his battalion resided in. All he would do to tell me which room was which is point to the sign covering it, metal formed into letters that were used in Galactic Basic.

"Do you ever talk?" I asked him, following him closely as he practically floated through the halls. I kept getting stares from some troopers, stares of pity and stares of worry. Was this uncommon for them to have new people in their battalions? Or was this that way everyone was treated when General Kestis was upset?

Only silence came from him as we turned a corner, a dead end not a few feet away. A sign next to the hallways read "Private Area", the General continuing to lead me forward into the forbidden hallway. There were only two doors, one on each side of the small hallway. He opened a door on the right, inside being a huge office with a desk in the middle, little décor and dark gray walls. Bland, I thought, stepping inside after he did. Behind the desk was a large, black leather chair and in front of the desk was a smaller one, also leather but you could tell where he sat and where the troopers in trouble sat or bringing him info sat.

General Kestis moved to sit at his large chair, his mask pointed towards me. He only rested his hands on the desk, folding them and saying the single word "Sit."

His mask slightly garbled his single word, but I'd been around death troopers enough to comprehend what he was saying. I sat down, keeping my eyes on his consistently. The General lifted his hands up, pressing down on the sides of his helmet before he removed it. Beneath was nothing I expected to see. There he was in front of me, a ginger man with silky hair and pale skin. His eyes were a sharp yellow, lighting up like any star in the dark night sky. A scar crossed his nose and once went from below his ear to his jawline. A pink scar went through his eyebrow and a smaller one, almost like a scratch resided on his perfectly pink lips.

"Commander Y/l/n, do you have any idea why you've been assigned to me?" he asked, voice harsh and intimidating with young undertones.

I leaned back in my chair, staring into his deathly yellow eyes, watching my grave being formed inside of them. "Well, I'm guessing because I'm one of the best Commanders in the Empire. Is there any other possible reason?"

"That is very true," the General confirmed while smirking widely, "Though there is another reason. You never seem to be satisfied with your troopers, and I have a feeling I know why that is."

I tilted my head a little, silently beckoning him to continue. His yellow eyes lit up brighter with a mischievous glint. "You say that they're never obedient no matter how many times you remind them of rules and commands they were to follow. I think I can fix that. To teach obedience, you need to learn obedience."

I crossed my arms over my armor-covered chest, brows furrowing. "I obviously know obedience, I wouldn't be a Commander if I lost my ability to listen," I retorted.

General Kestis raised from his seat, almost like he was in a hurry, anger coating his face in a mean expression. Slow steps led over to me, boots loud against the floor. "I believe the lessen is in need of being taught a second time. I'm sure you would not enjoy getting demoted, would you?"

My eyes went wide in shock, the smirking higher-up towering over me. His hands planted themselves on both arms over the chair I lounged in, turning me to face him with almost no effort. "I en-ensure you that demotion is n-not the right way to go about this!" My words spewed out in rambles of fear, heart pounding in my chest. I was not about to lose my dream job, and I was definitely not getting it yanked from my hands by some General I'd never heard of or met in my life.

"Then let the lessons begin!"

•–•

A week had a passed, a week of me desperately trying to order around General Kestis' troopers. It was hopeless, the way they listened to him but ignored me like I was some force-ghost. The inquisitor surely enjoyed having a laugh at me too, shaking his head as my commands failed miserably. The subtle touches sure didn't help from him too, the pats on the back as he commanded me and only me to watch him before commanding his troops with different orders. It made me want him, encouraged me to make more mistakes so I could feel the large hand cup my shoulder and push me aside.

It was making me mad, thoughts plaguing my head of the fact that there was something I didn't have that this god among men did. I would've figured it was the good looks, but the troopers never witnessed what General Kestis looked like.

The fact that he never revealed his face to many was another reason I hated him. He charmed me in his own time, sending my heart in a spinning cycle, the beat of it throbbing in my lower core for him. His hands never failed to tease me constantly. It was a love hate relationship, though I was the only one that despised him often.

And here I was again, watching the General order around his troops with no complaint, no trooper even thinking about defying his orders. I closely stood behind General Kestis, a thing that became normal. I was like a new puppy dog for the General, he saw me as something that needed to be taught, to be trained though I already was.

As the troopers went off back to their barracks, I let out of sigh of disappointment, hating the way that nothing ever worked on them and I needed a General to help me out. Commander's were supposed to take over the work for the General's so they could figure out the dangerous stunts that included lightsaber battles and planet domination.

"What's wrong, little one?" General Kestis asked through his mask, using the name he recently started calling me as a soother for my confusion. A gloved hand began to rub at my back.

I held my forehead with my hand, shaking it in defeat. "You're not teaching me anything, I thought you were going to. All you do is have me command your troopers, watch them refuse to listen to me and continue to do it yourself without any failure. Do you know how useless that makes me look compared to you? I thought you were supposed to be teaching me obedience."

The mood shifted immediately after I finished my complaint, the General's hand stilling at the small of my back. Small filtered breaths were sounded through his masks almost silently, but now they were amplified. His gaze down at me seemed to grow more intense compared to the stares he usually gave me. Tension filled the air, though not awkward tension or anger. Sexual tension. It was like Cal had stopped at a dead end, a cliff over the water, while I followed in persuit, but he had two options. Fight back or dive into the water for safety. Currently, the heat in my cheeks burned my face like a lightsaber.

"You want a lesson? Well, I know where we are to start," he said in an emotionless tone, beginning to walk down the hall, the same way and direction as he did the first day we met.

I followed him without any other words, and this time, I didn't despise the silence he gave me.

•–•

"Sit down," he demanded, arms crossed tightly over his chest plate, kicking the door to this office shut. I quickly moved, his presence making me feel small and helpless against him, like I never stood a chance. The door slammed against the frame harshly, causing me to jump in my seat. General Kestis chuckled, "What is it my commander? You seem very shy for someone who complains so much."

"What lesson could you possibly be teaching me in this small office of yours?" I asked, shy words covered with venom.

I felt it once again, the shift in emotion and tension as the General strode over to me slowly. "Something to fix that bratty attitude of yours, might clear the fog in your mind. Your thoughts come easy to me little one, very easy. I heard them the moment I saw you, the way you insulted me inside of that over-confident head of yours. But now, now they're louder, clearer. Especially the dirty ones. You know, the ones where you're on your knees," the General was now hovering over me, finger playing with a loose strand of my hair.

My eyes shot down to my lap, General Kestis' gaze lustful compared to his usual ones of pity. Of course he knew, he was Force-sensitive. Though it baffled me how someone such a small ranking compared to him seemed to attract him into my head. Dirty thoughts, the ones I had thought almost every night since I became the commander to his troops. Curse my mind full of greed.

A gloved finger placed itself under my chin and lifted my head up a little higher, forcing my eyes to connect with his once again. "My first lesson on obedience will be a test to see how well you listen," he told, backing away from me and removing his helmet, placing it down on his office desk, "Up, little one, sitting will not be needed for this one, but yours ears will."

I stood up from the seat, feeing even smaller now that I noticed his height advantage over me. His yellow eyes practically smiled at the way I obeyed him without much thought put into it. It was like being the prey to a predator really with the way he was looking at me, swallowing me with his deadly gaze.

Two gloved hands planted themselves on my waist, a tight grip on my body. I felt like jelly in this man's hands, my hands moving to hold his shoulders as I felt my legs threatening to give out from under me. He was going to kill me, I was sure of it.

"A bit shy, aren't you?" General Kestis asked, face inches away from mine, our foreheads practically touching.

A high whimper escaped my throat, my words soft as I responded with a quick, "Why would I be?" Images flashed through my mind of a picture, Kestis' hands tangled in my hair as he took me over his office desk. I shook my head, trying to remove the lustful images from my mind.

The General moved forwards towards his desk that was behind me. I stumbled backwards, not able to removed myself from the steel grip he had on my waist. "Maybe because you're thinking of what I might do to you at this exact moment. You're thinking about if I may bend you over this very desk," my ass bumped into the side of the desk, emphasizing his point, "or if I may just kill you."

I swallowed hard, words escaping me completely. I desperately wanted to first option as I began to feel Kestis grow hard against my thigh. I never had even thought about it ever being real, my General hard against me, ready to tear my world apart.

"I would also prefer the first option," the General turned my body around, pushing on my back and sending me down to basically lay on his desk. "You would look especially pretty while I'm filling you up, wouldn't you?"

I blushed madly, not being able to contain the small whimper I let out at the thought of it. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest at my noise, slick pooling in my panties. "You liked that, didn't you? The thought of me stretching out that tight cunt of yours, you like that thought, don't you?" I didn't even notice that he was now hovering over me till I felt his breath hot against the back of my neck and his prominent hard-on rubbing against my ass.

"Ye-Yes General, I like it a l-lot!" I cried out, my senses heightened now that his heavy puffs of breath hit against my sensitive skin. I wiggled my hips against him, wanting the friction I craved so much. Why was I acting like this? Why was my body begging to be touched by him so badly?

Kestis' hands moved down, index and middle fingers slipping between the waistline of my pants. "First lesson of obedience; you're gonna listen to what I say and make sure my directions are followed well. Alright?"

I nodded, squeaking as I felt the cold air of the room bite at my now bare bottom half. The General had tugged my pants down to my knees, my panties the only thing covering up my wetness. The cold leather covering his hands palmed at my ass, "For today, the noises will stop. My office is sound proof, but I think you'll learn that our lessons won't always be in the safety of my office. Would you like a safe word?"

"Yes pl-please." My legs quivered slightly at the thought of how far Kestis would have to go for him to even think about asking for a safe word. The sound of Kestis removing his belt was so quiet yet so loud in my ears like roaring waves of an ocean. The anticipation made my ears sensitive to all noise, even the sound of a pin dropping would sound like a siren in my ears.

I almost went crazy when I heard it drop to the floor next to my feet. His belt. It was finally off and I heard him unzip his pants in a quick motion, almost seeming as excited as I was. Kestis grabbed my hips, pulling me back till my clothes wetness pressed hotly against his bulge. I moaned quietly, earning a 'tsk' from him.

"This isn't gonna do, here," slipping a glove off of his hand, he pushed my jaw open and stuffed the black glove into my mouth, "That should keep you quiet, shouldn't it little one?"

I nodded once again, muffling a 'mhm', the taste a bit dissatisfying. "Good girl, if you need me to stop, spit out the glove and say 'Cal'."

Kestis didn't wait a second before tugging down his boxers, his hard on springing out and hitting my thigh before his took it into his pale, freckled hand. I wish I could have seen it, I knew I would've drooled all over the leather in my mouth if I had. The tip of his shaft ran along my slit, soaking itself in my slick before he moved it to prod at my core, threatening to sink into me. And that's exactly what it did.

The stretch was intense, his girthy cock splitting me in two. I whined loudly, not even the thick material of his glove being able to keep out the noises of me trying to adjust to his massive size. The General chuckled, "Big huh? Bet you've never taken something this big, have you?"

I shook my head, backing my hips up into me but instantly regretting my movement, wincing at the discomfort. "Watch it, you're gonna hurt yourself, just relax little one."

It felt so uncomfortable yet so good as he filled me to the brim, my walls clenching and unclenching around him as I tried to adjust. I wanted so badly for the General to fuck me into tears but a the same time, I knew the first time would always be the nicest.

"You have a needy mind, the mind of a real slut," I clenched extra had around him at the name, squeezing a groan out of his chest. The way I was tightened around him, my grip like a vice, must've hurt in some way. "You really liked that name, didn't you? It suits you, my commander."

I huffed a breath out of my nose as the discomfort started to fade. I didn't know if it was his words or the fact that I was stuffed full of his member but pleasure started to warm my body, like the moment after your feet numb. It was a fuzzy moment of warmth, the anticipation before the biggest hill on a roller coaster. I moaned loudly and wiggled against him again, this time the feeling being way too good for me to actually want to cease the movements of my hips.

"You ready to take me like a good little slut? Hm?" I nodded frantically, backing my ass up into him forcefully. Grunting, a hard blow was landed onto my cheek, stinging my skin and my eyes with tears. "Don't do that, you'll get what you deserve when I think you deserve it!"