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You would be surprised to see the light on in your office. No one should be there, not at this hour. Normally, you’d be in your quarters, about to turn in for the night. Of course, with what you’ve got planned, it all makes perfect sense. You push open the door, catching Plume red handed.
~X~
“That’s what you want, huh?” you ask, and Plume nods.
“I know it’s a bit odd, but I can’t stop fantasizing about it,” Plume answers, blushing. She’s so cute, with her cheeks flushed, trying to explain herself to you. You’re not one to judge either way, and don’t think her fantasy is all that weird to begin with.
“Don’t worry so much, Plume. If it’s what you want, we’ll do it. Okay?” you promise her, and her face lights up.
“Thank you,” Plume says, smiling warmly, before getting into her plans..”This is what I had in mind…”
~X~
“Ah, what!? You left for the day, what are you doing back here?” Plume asks, backing up, away from your desk. It’s obvious she’s been very busy, snooping around, sticking her nose in where it doesn’t belong. And that is exactly what the two of you had planned to begin with.
“I forgot something,” you answer, looking around the office. It’s not completely trashed, but several things are out of place. Plume must have done just enough to make it obvious, while not actually disturbing much. Even playing her part, she’s surprisingly diligent. “But what are you doing here?”
“Nothing!” she answers, but she can’t meet your eyes. It’s obvious she’s up to something, and you reach behind you, locking the door. “I promise, it’s… it’s nothing.”
“Nothing? I can tell you’ve been searching the office,” you accuse her, and her face flushes.
“You can tell?” Plume asks, her voice wavering. “I guess you’ve caught me red-handed.”
“I have. You know I can’t let you get away with this, don’t you, Plume?” you ask, and she swallows, hard.
“I know, sir,” Plume answers, looking down. You approach her, closing the distance between you easily, while she stands stock still, trembling.
“I’m going to have to punish you,” you explain, and Plume nods along. She’s not surprised, not in the least. Of course, this is all her plan anyway. This is exactly what she wanted from you, and you hope you’re playing this role well. It’s not something you’re used to, as you’re usually kind and gentle with Plume.
You’ve grown closer to her, as time went on. She’s ever at your side, wanting to serve as both your assistant and your bodyguard, keeping you safe as well as offering her support whenever it’s needed. She’s been a big help, her experience with the Laterano making the Liberi an excellent assistant.
Your relationship has developed much further than that by now, however. Plume is not simply your assistant, just as you’re not simply her boss. You’ve started dating, the two of you enjoying each other’s company more and more as time went on. It all felt so natural, and you have loved every second of it. So, when Plume asked this of you, of course you would agree. It’s so different from how you usually are with her, but you’d play any part for her. In truth, it sounds fun, and you’re eager to get into the action.
“I’m sorry, please,” Plume requests, lifting her gaze to yours. There are tears in her eyes, welling up, and were this not all acting, you’d probably melt right then and there. “Can’t you forgive me?”
“I’m sorry, Plume, but no. I have to punish you, this is completely unacceptable. You’ve crossed a line, and you have to learn your lesson.”
“I promise I wo-” Plume starts, but you rear back, slapping her across the face with the back of your hand. Her hat tumbles off her head, landing on the floor. She pulls back immediately, hand at her cheek, rubbing the place you hit her. “I’m sorry!”
Her apologies fall on deaf ears, however, as you close in on her. She’s already got her back against the wall, with no hope for escape. You force yourself on her, pressing your lips to hers, kissing her. It’s not like your usual kisses, which are full of mutual passion. This is forceful, rough, as you drive your tongue into her mouth. Plume whimpers, struggling against you, but you hold her steady with one hand on the back of her head. Your free hand drifts up to her chest, cupping one of her breasts, groping her through her clothes.
She turns away, breaking the kiss, breathing in deeply as she does. She’s breathless after your kiss desperate to catch her breath, but you don’t give her much of a chance. You stop groping her, reaching up to tug at her hair, forcing her to look up at you.
“Get on your knees, Plume,” you order, and she trembles.
“I’m sorry,” she repeats, but her apologies aren’t going to change anything now.
“Don’t make me force you down,” you threaten, and a choked sob escapes her. Slowly, Plume drops down, onto her knees. She looks up at you, as if asking what comes next. In answer, you reach down, unzipping your pants and pulling your cock free. You’re already hard, so excited by kissing and groping your lover, so eager for what comes next.
“Please,” Plume begs, still attempting to plead her way out of this. It’s not going to work, however. Her act is convincing, however. It’s harder than you expected, going forward with this. You know the safe word as well as Plume does, so you know none of this is truly bothering her. In fact, considering she requested and planned every bit of this, you’re sure she’s enjoying herself.
“This is what you deserve, Plume,” you respond, pressing your cock against her cheek. She clamps her jaws shut, preventing your entry, but there’s an easy way to get past that. You reach down, pinching her nose, cutting off her air. With no choice, she only lasts a moment, before opening her mouth to breathe. You move in quickly, releasing your grip on her nose, taking hold of her hair, and forcing your cock between her lips. Once you’re in her mouth, you don’t hold back, thrusting into her.
Tugging on her hair, you shift her, forcing her up and allowing yourself to push in deeper. Your cock slides down her throat, making her gag and sputter, but you don’t stop. This is part of what Plume wanted, for you to use and abuse her, and you’re getting more into it than you expected. Plume’s throat is so tight, and the fear in her eyes, fake as it may be, only adds to your pleasure.
Plume enjoys letting go like this, letting you take control. She’s used to taking care of those that employ her, and though Rhodes Island may have started out differently, she went out of her way to take on a protective role with you. Letting you have your way with her, letting you be so forceful and direct, it’s an excellent change of pace. Now, with your cock slamming down her throat, Plume can do nothing but put up a token struggle, wriggling beneath you. She reaches up, digging her fingers into your legs, but it’s not enough to stop you. Any time she moves too much, you yank on her hair, reminding her of her place in all of this.
Of course, you can’t keep this up forever. Fucking Plume is always a delight, and even now, even pretending to rape her, to punish her and vent your frustration, there’s no feeling better. As you near your limit, you pull back, yanking Plume off of your cock. You hold her steady with one hand, while you take hold of your cock with the other. Jacking yourself off, it only takes a few pumps to finish.
You come, letting your seed spill onto Plume’s face. You cover her, making a mess of her face, and her hair, as she sputters, gasping for air. It’s exactly what you wanted, and you have to admit, it’s a good look for her. You shove her back, against the wall, as you pull back, needing to catch your breath as well.
“I’m sorry,” Plume apologizes again, and you laugh in response.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” you say. You only need a moment to recover, before you can have your way with Plume again. You move in once more, grabbing hold of her hair, yanking her up to her feet.
“Please, stop this!” Plume begs, but her words fall on deaf ears. This is her punishment, and you’re not about to hold back. Not when you know this is exactly what she wants. You reach up, yanking her cloak from her shoulder. She gasps, as the garment is torn away from her, tossed aside. You continue undressing her, forcing her out of her clothes, until Plume is down to her panties and bra. She’s blushing, but whether it’s from how much she’s enjoying herself, or from some intense acting, you’re not sure. As you reach down, between her legs, you learn the truth.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you ask, and Plume gasps.
“O-of course not!” she answers, stammering. But as you press between her legs, into her soaked panties, you chuckle.
“Your body betrays you, Plume,” you tell her. She whimpers, turning away. It makes sense, given the nature of all of this. It’s just a game, all of this abuse is for fun, and seeing how much Plume is loving it only spurs you on. You want to do even more, to push her even further. It’s a wonderful feeling, and you feel yourself growing hard once more. It’s amazing how fast you can bounce back, seeing the woman you love like this.You unclasp her bra, yanking it off as well, then remove her panties. With her completely nude, you’re ready to continue.
You press in against her once more, pressing your lips to hers, kissing her even more roughly than before. Plume melts beneath your efforts, not bothering to resist. You’ve broken her by now, proven to her just how much she enjoys this, so she doesn’t have to pretend to resist as much. It’s a nice shift, having her moan back against you as you kiss her, still attempting to push you off, though her efforts are weak, pathetic. It’s a token resistance, really just reminding you of the game you’re playing. But you keep your grip on her, fingers digging into her shoulders as you kiss her.
With one hand, you drop down, squeezing at her breast. Plume whimpers, but that whimpering shifts as you guide your fingers down to her nipple, squeezing at her. You tease her, rolling her nipple between your fingers until it hardens, pinching her, teasing her. Plume is so sensitive, always has been, and it’s delightful to hear her moan beneath your efforts.
“If you’re enjoying this, it’s really not much of a punishment, is it?” You ask, pulling back briefly. Plume isn't sure how to react to that, fidgeting under your touch, collecting her thoughts. “If you turn out to be this big of a slut, punishing you is going to be difficult.”
“I’m not a slut, please,” Plume argues, and you pinch her nipple, tugging on it. She cries out, a pathetic mix of a moan and a whine, causing you to chuckle.
“You sure sound like one to me,” you answer, continuing to tease her. As if to prove a point, you redouble your efforts. You know from experience Plume is sensitive enough to get off from nothing more than nipple stimulation, so you keep teasing her. You lean down, pressing your lips to her other nipple, licking her, sucking on her. Plume squirms, whimpering, finally finding her voice.
“Stop, please, that feels…” she trails off, her pleas swallowed up by another moan. You’re forcing this on to her, forcing her to feel this pleasure, against her will. Or, that would be the case, if this were genuine. It’s all part of the fantasy, but it’s still thrilling to hear her go to pieces, to hear her trying to resist, to hold back, and giving as her body betrays her. “I’m going to-”
“Going to what, Plume?” you interrupt, pulling back. Plume whines, lamenting the loss of your mouth on her nipple.
“I’m going to come if you keep this up!” She cries out, and you chuckle, laughing against her breast. You don’t slow, don’t stop, and soon her chest is heaving, rising and falling rapidly, as climax crashes over her. She cries out, her voice a sharp whimper, her body trembling as the release of her orgasm floods through her. You don’t stop, even as she is coming, wanting to prolong this for as long as possible. When she finally grows still, panting, you pull back.
“See? You’re such a slut, you get off on me forcing myself on you,” you say, and Plume shakes her head.
“No, it’s not fair, you pushed me that far!” Plume argues, but you press your hand over her mouth.
“It doesn’t matter, anyway. I’m not done with you,” you respond, and Plume’s eyes widen. She begins shaking her head, crying out into your hand, as you pull her towards your desk. You slam her forward, over the desk, knocking the breath from her as she crashes onto it.
“No, please, not this!” Plume begs, already knowing what you have in mind. “I’ll do anything, just don’t fuck me!”
Your grip her hips, not bothering to acknowledge her. She continues whining, begging, pleading with you, but her voice breaks off into sobs as you press the tip of your cock against her cunt. She’s so wet, completely soaked, and it’s a nice reminder of how much she’s enjoying every second of this treatment.
“You’re begging me to stop, but you’re so wet, Plume. What kind of slut gets off on getting raped?” you ask, and she lets out a choked sob. You squeeze her hips harder, your fingers digging into her flesh, as you finally tip forward, forcing your cock into her. Finally, she grows quiet. She’s stunned, mouth open, staring back at you as you penetrate her. You push in slowly at first, forcing every inch of yourself into her tight pussy, groaning as you finally manage to push in to the hilt. Her firm ass bounces against your thighs, and for a moment, you enjoy the feeling of being inside of her.
After all this teasing, all this fantasy, you’re finally getting to fuck her. It’s nice, being this forceful, this aggressive, and knowing that she is having a great time as well. Savoring her tight cunt for just a second longer, you finally pull back, beginning to move. Each time you pull back, it is only to thrust back into her, slamming her into the desk with each thrust. You start out slow, pacing yourself, but before long you’ve fallen into a rough rhythm. With each thrust, Plume cries out, reaching back, desperately trying to push you back.
She can’t overpower you, however. Not bent over your desk like this, not with each thrust driving her mad. Her body is against her, betraying her, or rather, it would be, if this wasn’t exactly what the Liberi wanted.
“I’m sorry,” she repeats, again and again. It becomes like a mantra, something she clings to, repeating it in the hopes that you might show mercy on her. That you might stop, and give her a chance to rest. Of course, you have no intention of doing that. You love seeing Plume like this, love taking charge over her, having your way with her. It’s been incredible, and you really hope she wants to do this again sometime soon. For now, however, you need to focus. You’re so close to doing all she’s asked of you, and this last part is going to be the best.
“Sorry isn’t enough, Plume,” you answer, and she falls silent. You keep slamming into her, your grip on her hips tightening as you push yourself closer and closer to your limit. Surprisingly, she’s nearing her own once more. It’s not been that long since her last climax, but she’s already nearly there again.
“Please don’t, not inside!” Plume begs. She’s begging you to stop, but her begging is cut off almost as soon as she starts, as she cries out. She’s coming again, her pussy tightening up on your cock, pushing you further and further as you thrust into her. With a final groan, you shove into her one last time, letting go. Your seed spills into her, the warmth of your climax flooding her cunt just as she is coming down from her own climax. You slump forward, onto her, finally spent from all of your efforts. Without pulling back, you reach up, gently patting her on the head.
“Thanks,” Plume murmurs, her voice still a bit shaky. “That was everything I could have dreamed of.”
“I enjoyed myself, too, Plume. It was a nice change of pace,” you admit. It’s a few moments before you get back on your feet, standing upright once more. “I’m glad I was able to try this out with you.”
“Would you want to do it again?” Plume asks, her face burning as she rises, turning to face you. You look her up and down, admiring how disheveled she is, noting the way your come spills back out of her. Her face may be dry now, but she is still a mess, and part of you wonders how in the world you’re going to get her cleaned up here in your office before returning to your quarters.
“I’d love to,” you admit, smiling. You can already tell this is going to become a regular thing for you, and you don’t mind that at all. In fact, you’re looking forward to it.