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You pace back and forth in front of your boss’s second office door. Your days usually start in the, as Vox puts it, for show office. In contrast to his office in the basement where the walls are covered in television screens displaying almost every corner of the pentagram, this one was a few stories above the main floor and was where Vox held meetings with important clients and other overlords. It’s outside this office that you were nervously gripping a cup of coffee and pulling down your pencil skirt. Why were you nervous? This is the same routine as every morning. Well, the only difference is you’re now wearing a sexy little lingerie set that your boss had ordered you to wear for him. You take a deep breath and muster up the courage to reach for the door handle. Fate beats you to it as the door is pushed open, causing you to stumble backwards. Vox’s little eel assistant walks out, covering his mouth with a yawn.
“Oh, good morning, Miss.”
“Morning, Unagi,” a nickname you started calling him definitely not because you didn’t know his actual name. “You’re here early.”
“Yes, well, Mr. Vox told me yesterday to give my weekly report to him first thing,” he says while trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. “He said something about having a full schedule this morning.”
“Full schedule?” you question moreso to yourself while pulling out your cell phone. “But I didn’t arrange any meetings for him this morn-”
Your face flushes with the realization and you unconsciously pull your skirt down again.
“Um, miss?”
“Ah, it’s nothing,” you nervously laugh. “Here, could you please bring Mr. Vox a fresh coffee?”
You hand him the now lukewarm cup and push past to slip into the office. You try to hide your anxiety with a smile.
“Good morning, Mr. Vo-”
He wasn’t here. Odd, did he actually have meetings this morning and your not so pure thoughts clouding your mind as you got dressed make you forget? He wasn’t sitting behind his desk or on the couch in front of his desk. You startle for the second time this morning as the door slams shut behind you. You spin around and see your boss leaning against the back wall.
“Took you long enough.”
“O-Oh, Sir! My apologies,” you stutter and try to compose yourself as he stalks towards you. “I didn’t see you there.”
You let out a squeak when he places his hands on your waist, pulling you against him.
“You seem to be making a habit of coming to me late,” he digs his claws into your hips before rubbing circles there with his thumbs. “You know I have eyes everywhere. Why were you waiting outside my office instead of just coming in like normal?”
Busted.
“I guess I’m just feeling a bit nervous today, Sir.” You look down to hide your blushing cheeks. He chuckles and lifts your chin with his claw.
“Aw, I make you nervous, doll? How cute.” A teasing smile displays on his screen and his tone is dripping with sarcasm. “Why would you have a reason to be nervous? You followed my instructions from yesterday, didn’t you?” He emphasizes his words by moving his hand to grip your face.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good!” he says, releasing his hold on you. “No reason to be nervous then.”
Vox has his little television ready smile as he leads you around the backside of his desk. He lifts you up by your hips and you scramble to grab his shoulders as you feel a sense of weightlessness before he places you on the wooden surface.
“Now, let’s see here…”
You hold your breath as his hands reach up to unbutton your blouse, pushing it off your shoulders, revealing the lingerie you bought specifically thinking of him.
“Mm, good, that’s one...” He nudges your legs apart causing your skirt to rise up, revealing the matching underwear.
“Good girl!” he hums, donning a depraved smirk. He runs his claws against the fabric, occasionally pricking your bare skin, making you shiver. He cups your breasts, pulling a low moan out of you.
“Getting excited already, doll? So fucking cute.” Vox pulls you closer to kiss you eagerly and you have to keep yourself from melting right there. It hasn’t even been a full day since his lips were against yours but even that seemed too long. Sure, it was a little odd, a little different kissing what was basically a flatscreen, but he more than made up for it with his electrically charged tongue. It sends little sparks of static throughout your mouth and down your spine and you fucking love it, oh Satan, you can’t help but imagine that tongue somewhere else.
“I’m sorry for the wait, Sir! I have a fresh coff-”
Everything in the room freezes as a little eel assistant walks in on something he really shouldn’t have. Thankfully your back is towards the door so the poor thing didn’t have to see anything too indecent, but you bury your face in your boss’s chest in embarrassment anyway. Vox’s claws audibly dig into the desk as his hypnotic eye begins to spiral.
“GET. OUT.”
You can hear Unagi shriek and rush out the door, slamming it behind him.
“Fucking idiot,” Vox growls. “Shouldn’t he know to knock by now?”
He did knock. Twice.
“Now, where were we…”
Vox returns his attention to you before his breath catches in his throat. The sight of you was like a fucking painting. Your slightly disheveled hair, parted wet lips and pink cheeks. Your soft round breasts are framed perfectly by the light blue lace that adorned the bra’s edging. Your skirt bunched up revealing panties in a color that matched his screen and a darkened spot in the middle displaying your arousal. Vox is in a complete daze, his processors unable to catch him before he speaks.
“You’re beautiful.”
You blink a few times, not even feeling embarrassed, but pure disbelief. Were your delusions finally catching up to you? Your shocked expression seems to pull him out of whatever haze he was in and he recoils back slightly.
“I-I mean! I-fuck!”
He's trying to form a sentence but can’t get the words out, his screen stuttering. You can’t deny a part of you absolutely loves seeing your boss embarrassed, but as his personal secretary, of course you gotta help him save face. You smile before hooking your finger into his bowtie and pulling him into a kiss. His screen stops glitching and his body slowly relaxes as you move your lips against his. You wrap your arms around him and pull him close to deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue inside. Vox groans and presses himself against your clothed core and you can feel how hard he is.
“Hey Sir,” you breathe.
“Yeah?”
“I think you’re beautiful too.”
Vox’s screen flashes pink before he chuckles.
“You shouldn’t say things like that, doll,” he runs his tongue along the length of your neck. “Someone might take advantage of you.” You shudder at the tiny electric shocks left by his licks.
“Please do,” you let out a dreamy sigh. Vox runs his claws up your thighs before reaching the waistband of your panties, dragging them down slowly. The cool office air hitting your warmth causes you to gasp softly and you blush as he stuffs the pair into his pocket before settling down onto his chair.
“You said before that you can’t count the number of times you’ve touches yourself to the thought of me fucking you,” he says resting his screen onto his palm. “Well, show me, doll. Touch yourself for me.”
Your body stiffens and flares red at his request. This is a whole nother level and you two just had sex for the first time yesterday! Your mind whirls as your hands begin to shake slightly, hesitantly reaching towards your legs but then jerking back up. You can’t seem to decide how you should start and this makes Vox’s electronic eyes roll.
“Maybe you need a little motivation.”
Your eyes widen as you watch your boss reach down to unzip his pants and your breath hitches when he pulls out his shaft. Vox begins to casually stroke himself and the slow up and down motions of his hand has you captivated, unmoving.
“Don’t make me fucking repeat myself,” Vox growls. You swallow the lump in your throat you didn’t even realize had formed and bring a shaking hand between your legs. You look to the side, anywhere other than your boss fucking stroking himself in front of you, and steel your nerves. Running a testing finger across your slit, you have to bite back a moan, feeling just how turned on you are. Circling your fingers around your lower lips, your eyes flutter closed as you sigh and begin to relax a bit. A soft whimper slips out as you rub your little bundle of nerves. Vox’s eyes never leave the sight of your soaking cunt and a bead of precum leaks out when you start making little noises of pleasure. He’s about to spit on his hand to make stroking his length easier, but stops himself, a dirty thought crossing his mind. Your eyes shoot open when you feel Vox snatch your hand and you let out a throaty moan as he brings it to his face and licks your fingers. He grabs your chin and runs his thumb along your bottom lip, before hooking it over your lower set of teeth and forcing your mouth open. You gasp and your tongue lolls out when Vox releases his grip to hold out his hand, palm side up, under your chin. Your brow furrows in confusion, but you don’t close your mouth.
“Spit.”
You look from his hand to his face and he’s completely serious. Knowing better not to disobey a direct order from your boss, you let your saliva pool onto your tongue before letting it slide off the tip and onto his palm. At the same time, Vox takes your fingers and sticks them in his mouth. He stares hungrily at you as he swirls his tongue around your digits, coating them in his spit. When you both release each other, your drool covered hands go back to your own parts and you watch as Vox’s hand, now wet with your saliva, wraps around the head of his cock. He groans while beginning to pump his shaft. You drag your drool covered fingers down your stomach to circle around your heat before dipping a finger in. Your own wetness mixes with Vox’s spit, making audible squishing sounds. This shouldn’t be as hot as it is; you two were still basically fully clothed! But the fact that you were the cause of Vox’s erection and Vox was the cause of your soaked pussy, the fact that you're both touching yourselves because of the other, in front of each other; it just seemed like the most sinful thing in all of Hell. But there is a strange intimacy to the situation. Your gaze is transfixed on Vox’s hand getting himself off but he’s staring only at your face. Your flushed cheeks, your mouth hanging open and panting, the tiniest bit of drool threatening to slide down your chin. And your eyes; those heated, lust-filled eyes. He was usually the one who liked watching, but those eyes of yours make him want to be the only thing you look at. Your gaze finally wanders to your boss’s face and your heart skips a beat at the way he’s looking at you. Instinctively, you close your eyes as your face heats up even more from embarrassment. You don’t notice Vox moving until his hand is holding your chin. Your eyes shoot open and you choke back a moan because he’s now standing between your spread legs.
“Babydoll…”
He sounds so heated and his voice goes straight to your core, causing another gush of wetness to release. He takes the hand that was touching yourself in his and guides it to his painfully hard cock. You take the hint and wrap your hand around him, pulling out a throaty groan. You love the feeling of his shaft, how hard it is, how big it is, how you can feel the blood flowing and pulsing into the thick veins running along the sides. His hand replaces your own as he runs a digit up your slit, making you shudder.
“Look at me,” he breathes and you stare into his eyes, “Look at me while I touch you.”
And you do, you don’t dare tear your gaze away from him now. Even when he plunges two fingers inside you and, oh Satan, they’re so much bigger than yours. Even when he starts to spread and move his fingers in your hot cunt, you don’t look away. You instinctively start to move your hand, pumping his cock, the wetness covering your fingers making the task easy. You two are so close now, practically sharing the same breath, determined to give the other as much pleasure as possible. Vox sticks his bluish tongue out to lick at yours. His lids are hooded, but he still doesn’t break eye-contact, sucking on your tongue. You’re both licking at each other’s tongues now and it feels so lewd. Drool is dripping down both your chin and Vox’s screen, he’s just as lost in this moment as you. Vox can’t help but thrust his hips up into your grip because, fuck, your hand feels so much better than his own. Your body lurches when his fingers hit that special spot, causing you to mewl. Oh how he absolutely loves that sound. Vox presses his forehead against yours and pistons his fingers up into you. Your body shudders and writhes against the desk and you can’t focus anymore, reaching up to grip his shoulders. He’s still gazing into your eyes and you have to look away because it's so much. Your mind threatens to spiral and he’s not even using his hypnotic powers.
“Sir,” your breath is shaking. “I-I can’t…I’m close.”
“That’s it, babydoll,” he growls. “Let yourself go, cum on my fingers like a good little whore.”
The cord in you snaps and your whole body tenses as you let out a loud, lewd moan. Your cunt squeezes down on Vox’s fingers but he doesn’t stop pushing in and out, attempting to help you ride your orgasm. His thumb brushes against your clit and a jolt of pleasure racks up your spin.
“W-Wait…!”
But Vox does it again and you clench down even harder, throwing your head back in absolute carnal pleasure. This is something you’ve never felt before.
“Holy shit,” Vox mutters.
You look down and you see a watery substance squirting out of your heat. Your face flushes a deep red but your hips have a mind of their own, bucking against his fingers, prolonging this intense feeling. After your body stops shaking, Vox slowly pulls his fingers out, making you groan and collapse back onto the desk.
“Fuck…” you pant out, slinging your forearm over your face.
“Fuck is right, doll,” Vox chuckles. “Didn’t know you were a squirter.”
“I-I didn’t know either…that’s never happened before.”
Vox brings his soaking fingers up to his mouth and runs his tongue along them. His body shudders as your wetness coats his taste buds. Fuck, you taste good. It takes all his self-control not to shove his tongue into you to get more of that sweetness. But, if he was being honest with himself, you look fucking spent. Your fluids were leaking out of you now, pooling onto the desk before dripping off the edge. Vox swallows hard at the sight and realizes that he’s still excruciatingly erect. But you laying on his desk absolutely ravaged is picture perfect material. He runs his hand along your soaking cunt, gathering more wetness onto his palm and pulling out a weak groan from you.
“Gotta say,” Vox says as he wraps his hand around his shaft. “You squirting on my fingers was really fucking hot.”
Your ears perk up at the lewd squelching sounds and you prop yourself up on your elbows. The sight of your boss fervently pumping his cock pulls a genuine moan out of you. His eyes are trained on your pussy and, feeling bold, you spread your legs. Vox’s breath hitches and his gaze snaps to your face. Although your cheeks are still pink, you smirk at him before sticking out your devilish tongue and panting like a dog in heat.
“Voooox,” you moan wantonly and bring a hand to your cunt, spreading it open. “Cum inside me.”
Vox shoots up from his chair before grabbing your waist and roughly pushing his hips against yours, immediately bottoming out.
“What a fucking slut,” he growls harshly while mercilesssly pouding into you. His hips stutter once, twice before a string of curses leave his mouth as his hot cum pours into you. Your body shakes softly at the feeling of being filled up and there seems to be a lot more of it than last time, your stomach expanding the slightest amount. Vox groans and collapses on top of you. You both don’t have the energy to move right away, panting and basking in the afterglow. You’re only pulled out of your trance when Vox starts to laugh softly.
“Christ, doll,” he breathes. “You’re gonna be the double death of me.”
You can't even garner a response, still catching your breath. Vox pulls out of you with a grunt and slumps down onto his chair.
“Fuck that’s pretty,” he sighs watching the mixed fluids seep out of you. He wraps a hand around his half-hard length, stroking himself lazily.
“Mm, give me a minute and I’ll be ready to go again.”
You groan, but feel yourself getting excited again by how eager he is.
“But don’t you have a full schedule this morning?” you chuckle while fishing out your phone.
“You know exactly why I said that and we still got interrupted by that fucking idiot. Besides, I think you’re the only full one here, doll.”
“I could get fuller,” you hum, pulling up today’s calendar. Vox screen glitches for a second before displaying a wide grin. He presses his once again hard cock against your core.
“Clear my schedule for the rest of the day.”
Mirroring his grin, you toss your phone to the side and wrap your arms around his shoulders.
“Already done, Sir.”