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Alhaitham was nothing short of a generous employer.
That is, if you were able to put up with his blunt attitude, tendency to isolate himself, sensitivity to noise, and were available to be at his beck and call even after work hours— you'd be perfect for the job. It was far from easy being the newly appointed Acting Grand Sage, and Alhaitham needed to lessen the burden somehow. So who's better, if not you, to relieve the stress that came with bearing such a heavy title?
Since your employment, you learned more about him— something not so feeble about this particular scholar was his insanely high sex drive.
Not much is known about the mysterious scribe to begin with, so the knowledge that your employer was just as perverted— if not more— as anyone else was shocking. Strangely enough, you felt as though he made you attend to his sexual needs often, rather than give you menial work and treat you like a conventional personal assistant. Not that it bothered you though, how could you possibly complain when you were miraculously able to land such an honorable job?
It's always been the same since then; at ten o'clock he stops working, then bends you over his desk. If he's in a particularly good mood, he'll even bring you home with him. And he's always on time, valuing punctuality above all.
Subconsciously, your thighs rub together with anticipation; it's past ten o'clock, and he hasn't taken his usual break yet. He had you sit in his Akademiya office for hours, patiently awaiting further orders that never came— he's so immersed into his work, ignoring your presence entirely, that you begin to wonder if he forgot you were even there in the first place. So when the clock strikes eleven, you decide take matters into your own hands.
You make your presence known as you walk over to his side, placing your dainty hand onto his thigh.
"What are you doing?" He asks plainly. His attention doesn't lift from the documents on his desk.
"It's time for your break, sir." You remind him.
"Nonsense. There's still unfinished work to be done." Alhaitham dismisses you coldly.
Instead of retracting your hand, you boldly move it further up his firm thigh. His calculating gaze finally shifts to you, a silent warning.
"You misunderstand me, sir..." With a low, sultry voice, you whisper into his ear. For a moment, you think that you took it too far— you weren't usually the one to initiate. No, instead you idled obediently by his side like any good assistant until he made use of you. However, the way he doesn't remove your hand gives you enough confidence to keep it in place.
"Not now. Get off me," he warns, seemingly uninterested in your wanton advances. It doesn't stop you though, as your palm nears his crotch. "There will be consequences if you keep this up."
How strange. He never treated you like this up until today, so why the drastic change in demeanor? It's not like you were doing anything overtly unusual anyways— you always had sex with him around this time, so why was he refusing you?
"But you've been working nonstop for five hours now," you reason with him, resting your other hand sensually on his broad chest. "Allow me to help you destress..."
Alhaitham couldn't find it within himself to push you away— a part of his brain tells him to listen to his primal urges, but at the same time, he feels his temper rising at the way you so disrespectfully forced yourself onto him. Him! Your employer. The person who puts mora into your pockets.
"I don't think you understand who's in charge here." He says calmly, his voice dips dangerously low, and you feel the color drain from your face once you realize you've made a grave mistake. "Don't touch me."
You've provoked him. Alhaitham catches your wrists roughly, halting any further advancements and dashing your attempts to escape. His grip was bound to leave marks on your flesh, which you'd soon discover later on. You struggle momentarily, but it's a futile effort.
"I've had enough of your antics." Through gritted teeth, he continues. "You can't go one minute without a cock inside you, can you?"
His sudden change of tone startled you. Each time you went to inhale, your breath hitched, making it impossible for you to speak. Any other person would've cowered away at his tone, but his hostility only made your cunt throb.
"I-I'm sorry!" Is all you manage to choke out.
"Save your apologies." Alhaitham scoffs. "Get on your knees."
He releases your wrists, watching you expectantly, so you oblige, knees meeting the cold hard floor as you maneuver uncomfortably under the cover of his wooden desk.
"Take it out." He instructs, referring to the bulge in his pants.
You have to swallow down your spit as your mouth salivates with anticipation. Demurely, you position yourself between his legs, hands pushing aside the viridian robes that usually cover the top half of his pants. Your fingers deftly undo his zipper, familiar with the procedure after having done so countless times.
Alhaitham doesn't have to tell you what to do next. Your soft hand wraps around the base of his half-erect cock— part of you is relieved he's still somewhat soft, because normally you'd struggle to fit his entire size and girth inside your mouth at his full potential.
"Don't stall now, you asked for this." He chides you.
The cruel look in his eyes frightened you. You wonder if it has anything to do with the contents of his paperwork, or if he's simply more stressed than usual today.
"Open." Alhaitham mutters, motioning towards your slightly parted lips. Your hot breath fans his flushed head, mere inches away from his sex. Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, you take as much of his thick cock as you can in one go, jaw almost unhinging to accommodate his sheer size.
He's silent, not even the slightest grunt tumbles past his lips as he leisurely leans back into his chair. You could feel every ridge and vein on his monstrous cock as you hollow your cheeks, using your hands to stroke the areas your throat couldn't reach. Every lick and suck produces an obscene, wet noise, filling the atmosphere of the room.
"Deeper." He watches you between his legs, as you lap obediently at his cock. "I doubt that's the best you could do."
You push your throat down as far as you possibly could. Honestly, you were disappointed you couldn't coaxe a semblance of a reaction out of Alhaitham. You wonder if he even felt good— his stoic, unchanging expression gave nothing away; no groan or hitch in his breath, no problems with speech, no nothing. It made you doubt your overall ability to pleasure the illusive man.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He murmurs. Archons, you looked so pathetic.
You let out a muffled cry as he grabs the back of your skull, forcing your unsuspecting throat further onto his massive cock. Your meek efforts barely satiate him, so he fills your mouth to the brim— until your nose presses against his firm stomach, and you feel his ashy gray pubic hair prickling your face. The sudden intrusion knocks the air out of your lungs, and your throat contracts around his cock as you choke, but he could care less.
Alhaitham's eye twitches at the indecent gagging noises you make, and with his other hand, readjusts his noise-cancelling earpiece to block out your disgraceful sounds.
"Take it, that's right— fuck. This is what happens when you tempt me."
This is where you belong, beneath him. He'll drill it into your brain, and then he'll drill it into your cunt. He'll reinstate his power over you, and remind you of his status. How dare you deny his authority? Just because he fucks you from time to time, doesn't mean you get to have your way with him whenever you please.
Tears start to brim on your waterline, your vision of Alhaitham blurring— but you keep your eyes trained on looking up at him, fearing the briny liquid will spill if you look anywhere else.
"Look at you, how pitiful." He coos, mockingly. "Your poor throat... Maybe next time you'll do as I say the first time I ask."
He fists your hair at the root, and you feel strands getting tangled painfully on his ring as he facefucks you, effectively robbing you of your breath. His massive cock bullies its way into the depths of your sore throat, and your tongue feels him gradually hardening the longer you go.
"You know what? Do it yourself. I have important things to attend to."
Your body stills for a moment, dumbfounded at the loss of contact, his cock still very much nestled inside your mouth. He releases your hair, and you have no idea if it was out of genuine mercy. Alhaitham doesn't say anything else, instead choosing to nonchalantly rearrange the papers on his desk. You're not worth his time, it seems.
Looking up at him through wet lashes, you take this as an opportunity to catch your breath. A string of saliva connects your tongue to his tip as you remove his hardened cock from your swollen lips. Your chest heaves, delighted to feel air filling your lungs again.
"I never said you could stop."
His tone sends chills down your spine. In an instant, your mouth is wrapped around his cock again, obediently bobbing your head up and down. You could feel your jaw start to burn, but you ignore it, scared you'll anger him further if you disobey— you don't deserve the privilege of comfort, not when you've pissed him off. Drool dribbles out of the corner of your mouth, making a mess out of your pitiful face. You swallow any excess fluids in hopes that it'll lessen the wet noises your mouth makes.
"Get up." He orders. Your mouth detaches from his glistening length, a wet sheen of your saliva sheathing his cock. Confusion was evident on your face as you realize he hadn't cum yet. Why was he letting you go so early?
Wordlessly, you rise to your feet, feeling the way your joints ache after being folded beneath you for so long. Your eyes catch a brief glimpse of the contents of his paper work.
It's a stack of job applications— specifically to be Alhaitham's personal assistant.
Why was he going over these, when he had you? Were you getting replaced? Before you could think more about it, Alhaitham's commanding voice cuts through.
"Sit." Is all he says before motioning towards his lap.
His erection was impossible to ignore, the flushed head of his girthy cock stood intimidatingly, resting just above his navel. Your exposed thighs don't go unnoticed, as Alhaitham's darkened eyes shifts down to where your disheveled skirt rides up at the junction of your plush hips.
"Wait, but I... I'm not ready yet, sir." You cringed inwardly at how your voice trembled, praying he had an ounce of sympathy in him to give you more time to get yourself lubricated.
Alhaitham raises his eyebrow at your uncertainty. You still don't seem to get it. You were naive to believe you were in any position to be making requests.
"Oh, don't be ridiculous. I was under the impression you were already prepared when you came onto me so shamelessly. Were you not?"
Your cheeks heat up, searing hot with embarrassment, his condescending tone leaves you no choice but to do as he says.
When you approach him, he firmly directs your body to turn around, with your back facing him. He hooks a finger under your panties, pulling the flimsy material aside to the valley where your labia meets your thigh. You grip the desk to keep yourself balanced, feeling something hard and hot between your legs.
"Not 'ready yet', you say..." He mumbles into your ear, amused. You feel his hand slithering down your front, reaching for your sex. "I haven't even touched you and you're already this wet."
You whimper, your hand quickly covers your mouth to conceal the indecent noise. His fingers collects your slick, marveling at the way translucent tendrils create webs between his spread out digits. You're undeniably soaked.
"What's this, hm? Answer me." He orders, but you don't think you had the mental capacity to say anything when his calloused fingers circles your sensitive clit so deliciously. You began saying incoherent words Alhaitham couldn't make sense of. "Use your words. I can't understand you when you're mumbling like a fool."
His motions alternate between flicking, rubbing and pinching your bundle of nerves. You're so distracted by the euphoric sensation, that you almost forget about his thick cock waiting to impale you.
"You've been waiting for me to fuck this tight little cunt, haven't you?"
Taking advantage of the way you're inebriated with his fingers, he aligns his tip to your dripping cunt and rests a hand on your hip, using it as leverage to pull you down onto his aching cock. Alhaitham's hips collide with your ass, bottoming out completely with a single thrust.
You're slack-jawed, mouth agape in a silent scream as your pussy stretches to accommodate him. Alhaitham's fingers press firmly over your womb, feeling the way your stomach bulge raises as he enters you. Your legs gave out from the sheer force of his fat cock penetrating your wet heat, and you feel his muscled chest crash against your back.
All you were able to focus on was the immense pressure between your legs, mind zeroing on the way your walls were stretched to its limit. Alhaitham pauses, and you sit there on his lap stiffly, fearing any sudden movement would rob you of your ability to walk for the next few days.
"You'll warm my cock while I get on with my work, do you understand?" He asks, more so states. You feel his warm breath on your neck, and his strong arms encompassing you as he reaches for the papers on his desk.
"Yes, sir." You weakly mewl.
"...Because that's all you're good for, anyways." He whispers cruelly into the shell of your ear.
Thick, fat droplets fall from your eyes, you don't know if it's from pain or pleasure— or both. You want to refute him, to deny what he said, you wanted to prove your worth as his assistant, but the words die on your tongue.
"Look here." He redirects your attention to the documents splayed out in front you. "Do you see this?"
It's your resume, stacked on top of the pile of job applications you saw earlier. Your name written in bold, along with your personal information, was the first thing that catches your eye. Why was he asking you such an obvious question?
"I don't understand what you want me to do..." Is all you manage to choke out. You were genuinely confused.
Alhaitham doesn't say anything. He pulls out Madame Faruzan's resume and rests it besides yours, now the difference in qualifications could easily be seen— you pale in comparison next to someone of her caliber. Your heart sinks when you realize what he's getting at.
"It's almost comical how lackluster yours is compared to others. Could you imagine my reaction when I saw this?" Alhaitham mutters.
You freeze up involuntarily. Why did he decide to bring this up now, of all times? Was he really going to replace you? Or was he just going to give you a another colleague to work with? Your mind is flooded with a plethora of questions— and without realizing it, your hands begin to tremble. Alhaitham subtly adjusts himself beneath you, and you feel his cock twitch, halting your thoughts.
"I don't— I don't know what you're trying to say." You stammer.
"Don't lie to me." He sneers. "Who do you take me for? An ignorant fool?"
Let's see how long you can act oblivious, Alhaitham thinks. He hated that about you, the way you always put on such an infuriatingly innocent face when confronted, pretending like you couldn't put two and two together.
You squirm uncomfortably in his lap, turning your face away in shame, but his hand catches your chin, forcing you to look at him. He hooks his other arm around your ribcage, keeping you in place.
"You, the person with the lowest ranking in her Darshan, the least experience, and the most mediocre resume I'd ever seen, somehow made it into the final round of candidates..." He mutters.
You attempt to turn your head again, but his grip on your jaw tightens.
"Look at me." He orders. "Did none of that seem suspicious to you?" Every word that comes out his mouth cuts into you like a knife.
He knew.
Alhaitham knew from the very beginning. Foolish of you to believe you could outsmart such a quick-witted man. Did you truly think he wouldn't suspect that you had cheated your way into getting hired? You were hardly discreet about slipping your files into the final candidate's folder, and you were dense enough to think you could get away with it. It didn't take him long to connect the dots— but when he did, he almost felt offended how you assumed he'd turn a blind eye.
Timing was important for Alhaitham, he had to confront you when your guard was down— what better opportunity was there when you're writhing over his cock?
Alhaitham exhales humorously when he feels your arousal leak from your cunt, dampening his pants, astonished at the fact that you'd get turned on even in this situation.
"I'm sorry! Please, I didn't mean to...!" You apologize profusely to the man behind you, clumsily tripping over your words. Your cheeks burned crimson, searing hot tears making a mess out of your face. All you wanted to do was disappear, but there was nowhere to go— you were caged in between his arms. And there was no one else to blame but yourself, you dug your own grave.
All this time, he never made you do any meaningful work. If he wasn't fucking you, he'd sentence you to menial tasks like retrieving his meals or tidying up his office— nothing a maid wouldn't do. But you weren't his maid, nor his personal assistant; you were no better than his whore. Not once did you stop to think about it, assuming all of this was perfectly normal. Little did you know, Alhaitham never planned to keep you around for long, but lucky for you, your pretty face is what saved you from the full extent of his wrath.
Unbeknownst to you, you played right into his little game— he'd test how far you'd go for him before you eventually left on your own volition. Instead of confronting you outright, he'd have his fun with you. But you never quit. To his surprise, you endured everything he threw at you, every punishment, every unreasonable demand. You were no fun to toy with anymore.
The behavior you displayed earlier must've been the straw that broke the camel's back— he saw no purpose in keeping around a filthy cheater.
"Settle down now, it's alright..." He coos. His touch is hot on your skin, cradling you like a baby, but there was nothing gentle nor comforting about this interaction.
"...You're not upset?" Through sniffles you ask, dumbly. Tears prickle at the corner of your eye, but Alhaitham wipes them away with his thumb before they have the chance to fall.
"No." His face is expressionless, and it's not the look you're familiar with— you have no idea what's going through his mind. His abrupt shift in demeanor raises the hair on your neck.
Alhaitham gets up from his chair behind you, and you feel him grab both of your forearms. Still sheathed inside of you, he maneuvers your body so that your stomach rests over his desk. You have to bite back a whimper when the action causes his cock to push deeper into your sensitive hole.
He keeps your face pressed firmly against the hard surface with his heavy hand, as he leans down to your ear.
"Get your things out of my office by tomorrow."
Before you had the chance to reply, he pulls out of you, and your pussy is momentarily left to clench at nothing. Shortly after, he shoves his thick cock into your puffy folds, rutting into you at an unforgiving pace.
Alhaitham, unable to hold himself back any longer, relentlessly fucks himself into your cunt for the last time. He didn't plan to confront you so soon, but after today's debacle he was left with no choice but to get rid of you. After all, it's one less headache for him the moment you're gone.
"We won't stop until I'm satisfied." He says between grunts, "I'll use this cunt for my pleasure and my pleasure only."
His cock renders you unable to think about anything else, all you can do is nod submissively. Your punishment could've been worse, you should be grateful the Acting Grand Sage is making you atone this way. He'll fuck you so good he ruins you for any other man, and all you're reminded of is what you once had.
"You did this to yourself." He mutters, as his hips continues to pound into you. "You'll miss my cock, won't you? You'll miss the way I fuck you on this very desk every day."
You could only nod. Alhaitham held both your arms back as he rode you, and you felt the joints in your shoulders begin to ache. Robbed of your strength, you lay weakly with your breasts pressed up on the solid surface as the impact of his thrusts rocks his desk, sending papers flying off— he'll care about that later. You were certain the friction of his wooden desk sanding your face raw would leave an angry, red mark on your cheek.
"Wait, please... It hurts...!" You whimper. "Slow down!"
"I know it hurts. I want it to hurt." He sneers. "I want it to hurt so bad, you think twice before making the same mistake."
Your soft sobs almost makes him laugh. Here you are, crying because you got caught. Alhaitham feels no remorse for you.
"Please..." You cry pathetically.
He sighs, "You knew what you were getting yourself into the moment you signed up for this job."
You want to concentrate on the feeling of him sliding in and out of you, but for a moment your mind is anywhere but present, thinking about your uncertain future. You try to focus on anything else, the sound of the desk creaking, the constant slapping of skin against skin as he pistons into your abused cunt— anything to take your mind off what lies ahead.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." You repeat, mumbling absent-mindedly, like a chant.
Suddenly, he's grabbing you by the back of your neck and pressing his lips onto yours. Your limp arms fall to your sides painfully, as Alhaitham kisses you.
"If you truly mean it..." he mumbles between kisses, "...then take responsibility."
He absorbs your apologies, your dog-like pants, and your whimpers into his mouth, kissing you fervently like a lover would. Only, you wished he was. You wished your relationship with him wasn't purely transactional. You wished he loved you enough to keep you around.
How cruel of him to kiss you when you know it's the last time you'll ever see him. Will he ever stop mocking you?
Alhaitham detaches himself from you, and you briefly follow his lips. A thin string of saliva is what keeps your tongue connected to his, as he pulls out of you. Your cunt smears slick all over his length, a white ring forming the base of his cock.
"Get on the desk, facing me." He instructs, pushing his papers aside.
Wasting no time, you oblige obediently, planting your ass onto the wooden surface. Alhaitham parts both of your soft thighs, spreading them as far as he can while he repositions your body. You can see his handsome face in this position. Normally, he wouldn't allow you to see him in such a vulnerable state, so he fucks you doggy style. But not this time— he'll show you what you'll be missing once this is over.
"Do you think you deserve my cock?"
You nod profusely. "Please... Alhaitham..." You whine, begging.
"Don't act coy now." He slaps his tip onto your aching pussy, lathering more of your slick over himself. "And don't call me that."
Wordlessly, he realigns his tip to your tiny hole before he sinks himself into your sopping cunt.
"We are not on equal standing," he punctuates his sentence with a harsh thrust. "...And you will not address me as such. Know your place."
"Haah—yes! Yes, sir... Ah...!" You correct yourself.
You reach for something to hold onto, opting to wrap your arms around his neck, but his hands captures your wrists before you get to touch him.
"Keep them to yourself." He warns, referring to your bound wrists.
And then he's driving his hips into you again, letting go of your wrists. Your moans erupt from your throat, he's plunging vigorously into you at a downward angle, tip just brushing against your cervix, and it makes your mind blank completely. You lay submissively in front of him, legs spread, strength in your spine nonexistent as you lie flat on his desk while he fucks you.
"Louder, let them hear you." He scolds you sarcastically, covering your mouth with his calloused hand. "You never seem to know when to shut up, do you?"
It didn't stop your muffled whimpers, the sound bounces off the walls, and into his sensitive ears. Archons, he hates the sounds you make. Just when he thought you couldn't be anymore of a nuisance, you prove him wrong.
"Mmph...!"
Every thrust has you gasping for air, you almost felt dizzy trying to breathe under the cover of his hand. You desperately claw at him, trying to get him off you.
He notices it. "If you can be quiet, I'll let you breathe. Can do you that for me?"
You hastily nod your head, attempting to move his hand again. He finally lets go, and you inhale deeply. His thrusts don't stop for a moment, testing your ability to keep your promise. With that, you're reminded of your surroundings, all too aware of the fact that Alhaitham's office was situated atop the spacious House of Daena— a single elevator separates your obscene display from the general public.
The thought only encouraged you to meet Alhaitham's thrust in the middle, bucking your hips onto him as if you couldn't get enough of his cock. He knew your orgasm was imminent from the way your walls clamped down on him, and it was getting difficult for him to move when you felt so tight.
"You're not allowed to cum before me, do you understand?" He demands.
You didn't know if you were permitted to speak, so you nod your head obediently. Alhaitham grabs the back of your knees, pressing your thighs against your chest. Like this, you're folded beneath him in a mating press. He's able to hit your deepest spots, rubbing your insides raw at a new angle. The friction feels so good, you struggle to fight back any unanticipated moans, knowing you'll be creaming all over his cock the longer he keeps going.
"So tight." He hisses.
To your surprise, he kisses you again. His soft, wet lips mingle with yours senselessly, and you swear you could hear the slightest of groans from him. It's sloppy— the motions of his thrusts causes his lips to miss yours a few times. He drives his hips into yours forcefully, shifting his entire weight onto you.
Despite yourself, you mumble between kisses. "Please, don't do this to me... I love you..."
You felt a jab in your heart when he ignored you. Instead of replying, he rests his forehead on your shoulder, gripping your thighs so hard his nails left crescent indents on your flesh as he neared his high. If he wasn't so concentrated on chasing his release, he would've scolded you for speaking to him.
You feel his cock twitch inside of you, his erratic thrusts make your arousal squirt out of your aching hole with each plunge of his cock, creating a mess out of his pants. He turns his face towards you, and you think for a moment that he'll kiss you again, but he doesn't. Alhaitham watches you with lust filled, half-lidded eyes, cheeks slightly tinged pink. It was hard to maintain eye contact when you knew it would be the last time you'll see him like this, but you persist, committing the view to your memory.
His thrusts grew quicker while his once steady breath begins to falter, and eventually, his hips slowed down to rest flat against yours. He came inside of you, thick spurts of his seed shooting into your womb, thoroughly emptying himself out. You whimper in pain as Alhaitham's teeth sinks into your shoulder, his groans muffled by your soft flesh.
The dull pressure within your overflowing cunt, coupled with the vibrations of his throbbing cock nestled inside you, sends you over the edge. Instinctively, you try to get away from his cock as your entire body quakes through your orgasm. The ripples of pleasure wash over you, and it feels so good you can't help but mewl. Alhaitham inhales sharply, feeling the way your walls pulse around his sensitive cock, so he pulls out of you to avoid getting himself overstimulated.
White, hot cum oozes out of your used cunt, pooling at his desk— he won't have you around to clean up the mess any longer.
For a moment, the thought of Alhaitham possibly impregnating you creeps up in the back of your mind. It'd be your last hope to keep him in your life, but would he stick around once he knew you were carrying his child? You doubt it.
His punishment was far from over. Wielding the power of his vision, he brands the symbol of Dendro onto your womb. The tattoo emits a soft green glow which could be seen even through your clothes, and with this, you're marked as his forever— no man will dare touch you again. Additionally, every time you look at yourself in the mirror, you're reminded of who gave you this brand, the mistakes you made, and the actions you regret. Shame on you for thinking you could fool the Scribe of the Akademiya.
Alhaitham silently fixes his disheveled clothes, pulling his pants up and readjusting his robes. You're utterly exhausted, your limp body lay motionlessly over his desk. Knowing anyone could walk in on you at any moment doesn't give you the motivation to make yourself look presentable— you barely had enough energy to move. They could gawk at your messy cunt for all you care.
Without sparing you a single glance, Alhaitham makes his way towards the door.
He pauses briefly before exiting, "Get this cleaned up before you leave. I don't want to see you here ever again."
Alhaitham does not tolerate dishonesty. Do better next time.