Archive of Our Own

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Initially the project you’d been working on was to help provide better protection for the factory workers in Zaun. The concept had been something close to your heart since your mother had worked in the factory while you were a kid. Faint memories of  seeing her come home coughing with soot covering her from head to toe were burned into your head. Years and years went by and you could see the toll the work had on your mother. The horrendous work conditions led to plenty of accidents. One of those many many accidents killed eight people and nearly killed your mother. It left her without hearing and burns covering the right side of her body. She had been so frail and small in the rickety hospital bed, the smell of antiseptic and smoke tickling your nose as tears ran down your face. You and your father waited for what felt like an eternity for her to wake up.  

“It's not fair, papa.” You had cried, tucking your face into his shoulder. At ten you knew the conditions weren’t right yet no one was doing anything about it. It frustrated you endlessly, gnawing away at you. Every second you thought about the heaviness of the situation chipped away at what little innocence you had left. 

“It's not but that’s how life is, kid. ” The blunt words hit you like a truck. No. That’s not how life should be. No one should go through what your mother and the other families that lost loved ones in the explosion experienced. From that moment on, you made it your mission to help some way, anyway. 

It had felt like a lost cause but you refused to just sink into acceptance. Late nights were spent scribbling away on your blueprints like a madman. The lamp above you would flicker every now and again forcing you to throw something at it to get it to stop. Some nights when the city outside was quiet for once, you could hear floorboards creak from light footsteps. 

“ It’s late, you need some rest. Your work will be here tomorrow. ” Your mother would sign tiredly to you on those late nights after she set a warm drink next to you. Learning sign language had been a challenge, not many people had access to learn and even less had the ability to teach it. 

“I will in a few hours, I promise. ” You would reply with bags under your eyes. She would smile warmly at you, kiss your temple before heading to bed herself.  The late nights were worth coming up with better protection for the workers. The only issue was you were missing the funding and time to actually start making decent prototypes. Another roadblock had appeared when your father had gotten sick and you needed to start taking double shifts to make up the income. It hurt to put years of work on pause but your family was more important. 

That was until one day a man walked in the shitty restaurant you worked at. He was a tall skinny man, the lower half of his face was obscured by a mask. One look at him had you reaching for one of the chef knives under the counter that was out of his line of vision. The man looked you up and down before reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out an envelope. Confusion had blossomed across your face as he slid it across the counter to you. Nerves skated down your spine when you saw the raised symbol on the letter. You knew that symbol, everyone in Zaun and Piltover knew that symbol well. The man seemed to be growing impatient with your hesitance so you had quickly ripped open the letter, your eyes scanned frantically over the words. In that moment it felt like your whole world had gone still.

It was an offer. 

An offer to continue your project but with actual funding, with an actual work space. How had she found out? How did she even have faith that your blueprints would work? How did she even know who you were? You were just one of the many many people of Zaun trying their best. Yet she picked you out. But you had told a few people of what you were working on and you knew she had eyes and ears everywhere.

Wait, why would she even want your project?

This didn’t even seem like something she would be interested in funding but who were you to question her business expertise. Working for Renata Glasc was a contract written in blood. Anyone that worked for her basically owed her until the foreseeable future. Did you want to be one of those people? Caught in the web of a ruthless spider with no escape? Another memory of your mother’s pained coughing fits echoed in your head, giving you your answer. 

“ I’ll do it. ” Those three words sealed your fate. The future of working for Glasc Industries was an uncertain one and you were sure there would be a time she requires something of you. What that will be is unknown. You aren’t sure if that frightens or entices you.  

Tired. Every muscle of your neck hurts as you twist your head side to side. The clock on the wall chimes the hour and you groan, sitting back in your chair. Your shoulders pop as you stretch your arms over your head. As much as you’d love to stay hidden in your office working away, you had other places you needed to be tonight. Work is a never ending waterfall of trial and error but you’d rather face that than go to this gathering you were forced to attend. With a grumble you clean up your mess from the day and go get changed. It was easier to just bring your outfit with you than to run all the way back to your apartment. Within the hour you're awkwardly holding onto a champagne flute in the crowd of people. There was no way you didn’t stick out like a sore thumb surrounded by such elegance. Surrounded by people with money, with influence, people that you're trying to not make a fool of yourself in front of. 

It'd been about two years  since you've been working for Glasc Industries. The months had been a whirlwind of seeing your projects come to life. Your introduction of different material for the workers uniforms drastically reduced the amount of work related burns. It was one of a few new projects you’d rolled out. Seeing the pride in your parents' eyes would stick with you for life. But sadly working for Glasc meant coming to these stupid parties. Apparently working the crowd was important even if you hated it.

The more different chem-barons realized that if their workers weren’t dying once a week their businesses might be more profitable. Something you think Renata Glasc figured out which led to her hiring you. Your suspicions were never confirmed but it was the best guess you had because your first few months here were solely spent improving her workers uniforms. You knew she wasn’t doing this out of care for their health. No, this came down to money like everything did. But you were willing to learn to play this game if it made  a difference in people’s lives. Talk of improved profits is what you had to use to sell your products. Even if you only cared about the workers of Zaun, money was the only language the rich spoke in. It was a language you were quickly becoming fluent in. 

The music and lights are a sensory nightmare though, combined with your new clothes that are too restricting, you can't stop fidgeting. But you aren't going to let it be a distraction, you have a job to do. While uncomfortable you did like how the nicer clothes looked on you. Some of your new income was used to buy nicer clothes specifically for this event. Most of what you owned was hand-me-down or bought second hand. It was what you were used to but the stiff fabric of your formal clothes are unbearable in comparison to your comfortable clothes. You flex your shoulders for some relief, just as you do so someone comes up to you and begins asking you a million questions about your work. They seem genuinely interested unlike the few other people you spoke to so you indulge them for a few minutes about what you’re working on. Eventually they depart and another thankfully familiar figure comes over to you. 

“How’s it going? Ready to get the fuck outta here?” A deep voice asks and you sigh. 

“For the love of everything, yes. These pants are killing me.” You twist and stretch making Amir laugh. He was the only person you knew at this party. The time you have been working for Glasc Industries you shared a work space with him. He was a great guy and often had you doubled over laughing but you didn’t really see him outside of work. Something you hoped would change soon. Making new friends as an adult was more difficult than anyone had let on. 

“It's only a few more hours, you’ll live.” He bumps your shoulder and you roll your eyes. 

“Yeah maybe if I drink one of those bottles.” You gesture to the bar and he shakes his head before you see his eyes light up. Following his gaze you immediately roll your own again. Although you weren’t sure of the woman's name, Amir had been crushing on her since day one. She didn’t work in the same area as you two but god were you sick of the wistful glances the pair kept tossing at each other.   

“Just go over there and stop staring at her like a creep.”

“I’m just…observing the crowd.” He mumbles into his drink. 

You cast him a disbelieving glace, “Observing the crowd my ass. Just go. She’s into you, I swear.”

“You think so?” There’s a flicker of hope behind his dark eyes. 

“I know so. Now-” Before you can finish the statement the main hall double doors swing open and you lose your train of thought. 

There is a fleeting lull of silence as soon as someone enters the room, all attention on her.  

The champagne flute in your hand is gripped tighter as you feel a rush of warmth spread through you. It’s not surprising. You’re positive each time you see Renata Glasc she gets more attractive. The mixture of mild fear and absolute attraction you feel towards her makes you want to scream. It was nerve wracking to be so entranced by your boss because you never knew when she would grace you with her presence. Although she had to be going out of her way to come past your little work space, not that you minded.

Over the last two years Renata (You’d never call her by her first name to her face) has learned you cannot function around her and much to your dismay she enjoys torturing you. It's a game of cat and mouse you aren't sure you're playing correctly. 

“ What are you working on today? ” Her voice would curl around every fiber of your being making speech difficult but somehow you would always manage to fumble through an answer. Forcing your eyes to stay on her face even as she bent forward. Every single time you saw her she was in an immaculate suit that clung to her body perfectly, radiating nothing but power. If she moved right sometimes you could get a peak at the strip of exposed skin near her waist and fuck why did she have to be toned too. Try as you might to fight your attraction to her, the longer you existed in her orbit the worse this was getting. 

“ Still here? ” She’d ask you on the late nights you would still be huddled at your desk, an unreadable look in her eyes. The smell of her perfume was like a drug that would fill your workspace.  You knew there was a line of products she made that made people more suggestible but that wasn’t what this was. Truthfully you aren't even sure it's a perfume but you love it. It smells of sandalwood and warm spices that drive you absolutely mad. You never thought the scent of another person could turn your mind to soup. 

“ Could ask you the same question? ” Her enjoyment of making you a stuttering mess did grant you a little leeway for some back talk that would get most people killed. You never pushed too far with your snark though, you liked being alive. 

Those bright eyes would haunt your dreams some nights, forcing you awake as you tried to catch your breath. A trickle of shame would slither through you at the wetness you’d always find between your thighs. A sane person wouldn’t be having these thoughts about her. While you appreciated the job she gave you, you knew she was not a good person. The only reason she cared about what you did was because it made her more money. There was a deep seed of resentment and rage you felt towards all the rich that you tried to not let consume you some nights. But fuck could she command a room. You were a simple woman, how could you not feel even a little attracted to her. 

She had just walked into the room without a word and everyone had her full attention, it was insane.

“If you keep your mouth open like that, a fly is gonna get in..” Amir’s voice slingshots you back into the present. 

“Shut up! Go talk to that girl and get out of my face.” You bark and he laughs heartily. 

“Okay okay I’m going. Wish me luck.” He steels his nerves before walking towards the woman, her eyes brighten when she sees him coming over. You turn back to where Renata is standing, seeing a small crowd of people eager to speak with her. 

Part of you wants to go over there too just to hear her talk. The needy thought is extinguished when an older man comes over to you and strikes up conversation. Internally you groan but still have a job to do. As give him the same run down you gave the last six people your words falter when you suddenly feel his hand run up your thigh. You realize he's not paying attention to a damn word your saying, his eyes scanning over your body. Before he can go any further you grab his wrist, twisting it backwards. He hisses and tries to tug away but you hold him still. 

“Touch me again and I’ll break it.” You glare up at him, a sleazy smile crosses his face but it immediately vanishes when you twist harder.

“Shit!” He lets out a yelp and a few other guests look your way. Once you notice the attention you quickly shove him away from you with a scowl. “You fucking bitch.” He takes a step towards you and you prepare to knock his lights out but a voice stops you. 

“Not playing nice with the guests?” The voice makes you go still. Out of the corner of your eye you see a familiar form standing over you. Renata looks between you two, the usual unreadable expression on her face. 

“I was trying to.” You grumble loud enough that she hears and she lifts a brow. 

“You need to keep your dogs on a tighter leash.” The man snarls  as if this wasn’t his own damn fault. 

Against your better judgment you start speaking, your anger winning over your common sense. “You motherfucker keep your hands to yourself then.” The man nearly hurls more insults at you but he’s silenced by a single word. 

“Quiet.” Renata doesn’t even raise her voice and it makes you both shut your mouths. The room has gone more quiet too, everyone is interested to see what’s going to happen. With a crook of her finger she beckons the man away from you.

There's a snarky smile on his lips that boils your blood. The rage shifts to something different when you see the man’s face pale at whatever Renata says to him, he takes a nervous step away. Her face doesn’t change as she speaks but it must not be good judging by the fear clouding his eyes. Deep down you know you’re next and it fills you with terror. People are casting you glances as they resume their activities, the passing looks make you ball your fist. This wasn’t even you fault, the guy was a fucking creep. Would that even matter though? 

You're drawn out of your thoughts when the man turns on his heel and practically flees out of the room. The satisfaction you feel is short lived because bright eyes lock with yours again. Has she always been this tall? The question floats through your stupid head even though you're most likely in trouble. 

"Could you refrain from calling any more of the guests motherfuckers?" Her voice always muffles slightly because of the mask coving most of her face. You wish desperately you could see her without it just once. 

"If they don't act like one then-" 

"Don't test me right now." She growls. 

"Sorry, ma’am." Your eyes stare down at the floor, maybe it's best you just stop talking. You hear her let out a deep sigh. 

“Can I leave you to your own devices or am I going to have to actually put you on a leash?” The mental image of her doing exactly that sends a bolt of need to your center. 

“I wouldn’t mind.” It comes out in a low suggestive tone, the words hang in the air between you two. Her eyes go wide in an expression of surprise that you’ve never seen her make. 

Oh shit. 

Was that the wrong thing to say? She doesn’t make you think clearly and the words just came tumbling out of you. A voice calls out Renata’s name and her eyes dart away from you to where the sound came from. The other woman across the room looks important as she waits to speak with the source of your current panic. Renata looks torn between continuing this conversation and handling business. Like most things in her life, business wins. 

"Stay. Here." She holds your eyes and you nod. Her shoulder rolls once and she straightens her tie before schooling her expression and walking back over to the other woman. 

Once again you're left standing there. The anxiety of how badly you have may have just fucked up comes crashing down. Why the hell did you say that?  Had you really been reading the situation wrong for two whole years? If you got fired for being horny at work you wouldn’t be able to continue making the little difference you were. The thought makes a lump form in your throat. Music still plays as you fight off the overwhelming panic that begins to consume you. All the people you might be failing just from one stupid comment. Your panic starts to become too much and your two options are to burst into tears in front of everyone or…run. 

So you choose. 

In all your years on this earth you have done some stupid shit, but this had to be up there. Disobeying her would definitely bite you in the ass. You look behind yourself as you run down the darkened halls, no one follows you thankfully. You take the stairs two at a time before you are greeted by the cool night air. The stagnant air down here usually is a hindrance but you greedily suck in a deep breath. 

You’ve fucked up not once but twice today and you disobeyed a direct order. Before you can really think about possible consequences  you swiftly start walking down the street towards your home. Not ready to sulk at home just yet, you grab some food at a nearby bar. After an hour of poking at your meal, you shuffle your way home. The interaction still plays on repeat in your head. There had been a look in Renata’s eyes you couldn’t place but for some reason it stuck with you. 

With a sigh you turn down the alley that leads to the ladder up to your place. The ladder was always just out of reach, too rusted to be pulled down any further. It was your only way to your apartment so you did what you do every night. The wooden crate barely handles your weight as you stand on it to climb up the ladder. Once you're up far enough you kick the crate back to its original spot and climb the rest of the way up. 

Black paint chips onto the palms of your hands from each rung of the ladder. The two story climb used to freak you out but now it's second nature. Metal creaks under your shoes, the rickety cat walk that leads to your door definitely isn't up to code. You try not to think about all the hazards your apartment has because it's still honestly the nicest place you've stayed. The outside wasn't much but inside you got to make it feel cozier. 

A light buzzing comes from the light once it flickers to life when you flick it on, your set of keys clatters onto the counter. The fancy shoes are ripped off your feet as soon as you sit down. The socks follow suit and are tossed into the dirty clothes pile accumulating next to your bed.  Memories of bright eyes staring down at you make your stomach clench. Truly you can't believe you left like that. But it was too much. For once you wished you just shut your stupid mouth. Now you were probably out of a job from harassing your boss. 

Or worse. 

"Fuck." The heel of your hands rub at your tired eyes. You lean back against the couch, letting your eyes slide closed for a few minutes. With a sigh you stand and make your way to the kitchen, pulling the rum off your top shelf. You’d barely touched your champagne at the party, had water with the quick meal you got at the bar, a drink is just what you needed right now. 

Knock knock knock

The sound echoes around your silent apartment, making you nearly drop the bottle of rum in your hand. Alarm bells ring in your head as you stare at the door. None of your family would ever drop by unannounced nor would your friends. Nerves prick down your spine.  You didn’t live in the kind of area where people would ask a neighbor for a cup of sugar or some shit, everyone minded their business. Uninvited guests only meant trouble.

Knock knock knock 

The other round of knocks only intensifies the tension in the air. The irritation in the sound was practically palpable. Your brain fumbles for any memories of someone you owed money to. No, you paid off all your debts and your families as soon as you had the money. That only really leaves you with two options, either this was a very very stupid thief or…

The thought that Renata Glasc would send goons to kick your ass for your multiple fuck ups had not even been something you thought of. Certainly she had bigger fish to fry than your dumb ass but maybe not. With shaky hands you pick up the metal crowbar you keep for protection. Fighting was something everyone had to know to survive here but that didn't mean you enjoyed it. Flashes of whoever might be on the other side of the door have your heart beating rapidly. Another set of knocks makes you jump. 

Do you ask who it is? Say nothing and hope they leave? Or would your silence make them break the door down? The questions are skittering around your panicked mind. Your clammy hand reaches out to the door handle but you hold it there, not turning the knob as you gather your courage. 

"Who is it?" You call out with a slight waver to your voice. The reply doesn't come instantly and you feel a lump forming in your throat. 

"Your employer." The irritated voice nearly makes you fall onto your ass. No way. No way. No fucking way. She came here herself ? You close your eyes hoping the ground might swallow you up right there. The floorboard under you creaks ever so slightly and you see her shadow move on the other side of the door. "Are you going to open the door or shall I do it myself?" She asks casually but you can hear the hint of the threat that lines beneath. Honestly you think that she might be able to do it too, which should not be hot. With a steadying breath you click the multiple locks open. The door creaking open sounds like a bomb going off in the silence of your hallway. 

"How, how can I help you ma'am?" You're barely peeking out the door at her. The overly formal tone must not have been the right thing because even though you can't see it you know she's frowning. 

“Please enlighten me on your definition of the word 'stay'.” She says, pushing past you and into your apartment as if she owns the place. 

“I’m not sure if you actually want me to answer that or not.” You grimace when she shoots you a look. “I’m sorry.” 

“As someone who I thought was rather intelligent, your actions have been rather idiotic today.” The ice in her voice makes you wince again. 

“I’m-”

“If you say you are sorry one more time…” She doesn’t finish the statement, letting the threat hang in the air. She turns to look at you, eyes skating over your body. You suppress the urge to squirm but it's difficult to do so as she continues to stare at you. 

“I should not have hurt your guest like that in front of everyone.” 

“That? Oh I don’t care what you did to that fool. That’s not why I’m here.” 

There's a sudden tapping on the window that you register as rain. The pattering on the window grows louder in the chasm of silence between you two. Renata looks…uncertain at this very moment? It's a look you’ve never seen across her face in the two years you’ve known her. What the hell was going on? 

"I'm fired, then?" The inflection in your voice pitches up as you ask the question unsurely.

"You're not fired." She lets out an annoyed sigh as her eyes scan around your little living space.  Okay, she's not pissed about you man handling that guy and she's not here to fire you. Then what could she be here for? Your mind wanders for a millisecond and-... nope nope you aren't going to let your mind wander there. Instead you try to act normal even if your heart is racing. 

Yep, you definitely need a drink. Now, if you're going to make it through whatever the hell is going on. 

“Okay." You drag out the word, you mind on overdrive. "Could I get you some… ah well I only really have tea and rum right now.”  Nervously you rub the back of your neck, not meeting her gaze. If you did you’re positive you’d melt on the spot. 

“Rum.” It's an order that you quickly oblige, fumbling with the cabinet handle. More rain taps on the window pane, emphasizing the fragile silence in your little apartment. You look over your shoulder and see her scanning the books piled on the table. Renata suddenly looks back at you out the corner of her eye and you swiftly face the cabinet again. 

Stop shaking. Stop shaking.

You beg as you reach for a glass, filling it up with two fingers of the amber liquid. She's in your apartment. She is really in your fucking apartment. Apparently not here to murder you for your stupidity but the uncertainty of it situation still has you stomach twisting. A second glass is poured for yourself and you down it like a shot. The burn of the alcohol down your throat is a decent distraction from your frayed nerves. It doesn’t last because you hear her move around the room. Coming closer. Each slow methodical footstep creaks against the floorboards. 

“Are you aware that subtlety is not your forte?” She asks casually, still taking slow steps towards you. 

“What do you mean?” You're frozen in place, holding onto the drink you just poured for dear life. 

“I mean that I’ve been watching you undress me with your eyes for the past two years. But your little comment from earlier tonight actually managed to surprise me. Is that what you want? To be my little pet I pull around on a leash. Obeying my every order like a good bitch.” Before you can even begin to fumble something out she continues. “Don’t lie.” 

Had you been that obvious? “I-...” The word dies on your lips. You were completely obvious since day one. There’s not really anything you could do to save yourself right now. She was right. "Yes." 

The footsteps come to a halt directly behind you. Your breath hitches when her hand reaches around you, sharp metal fingertips tracing down your forearm to the glass. Your fingers are pried off the glass and she takes it. You hear her swallow the drink in one go, setting it back down on the counter. Pricks of nerves and arousal coil low in your stomach. She’s so close that you feel the heat radiating from her. The barest touch of her hips against your backside makes you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. Okay. Maybe you weren't completely off base in your comment to her earlier. There was no way in hell she didn’t know what she was doing to you right now.

“Turn around.” It must be a trick of your lust addled mind because you're certain you could feel the warmth of her breath ghost over the nape of your neck. Your body obeys her orders as if on instinct. Slowly you turn around and she fully presses you against the counter, her arms trapping you there as the rest on top of the counter. Magenta eyes stare down at you, the rapid pounding of your heart increases tenfold when she leans into your space. Your empty glass is still held in your hands as you look up at her, swallowing thickly. 

“I’m⎼…I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable. I didn’t mean to say that out loud earlier." That's a lie you quickly correct when she narrows her eyes. " No, no that’s wrong. I did mean to say it but it wasn’t appropriate.” Given the position you were currently in, what was ‘appropriate’ didn’t mean shit but you still wanted to apologize.
“And who said I was uncomfortable?” The sharp tip of her nail rests under your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact. Your mouth opens and closes as you scramble for a reply. You heard her perfectly clearly but you still can't stop the dumb reply. 

“You weren’t?” 

“You’d know if you did something I truly didn’t like. Now tell me-” Her hand pushes up your shirt only to rake her nails back down making your press your thighs together. “Why did you run from me, pet?” That single word coming from her silky voice makes your knees buckle but a hand on your hip keeps you upright. 

It must have taken you too long to respond because she scratches down your skin with more pressure this time. “I asked you a question. You know I am not a patient woman.”

“I ran because I thought I offended you and I was afraid you would be pissed and I was going to lose this job and all my work, then I couldn’t help people anymore. I just-” The words die on your lips once you realize you’ve started to ramble. Your mouth clamps shut as you stare back at her. There’s something else in her eyes besides the obvious want. 

“Do you always think of the people of Zaun before yourself?” There’s a sudden gentleness to her voice in that statement. Her fingers still hold onto your chin as you look up at her. 

“Always.” You breathe, feeling her thumb begin to trace slow circles on your hip. 

“Selflessness gets people killed.” She moves the fingers on your chin so they rest against your throat instead, no pressure is applied but still the cool metal against your skin makes your head swim. There’s a hint of sadness in her eyes that’s quickly hidden away. You want to chase that expression, see what's going on in that mind of hers but you know whatever lies in her past would never be revealed to you. 

“Then I suppose my time here might be short.” You reply and shakes her head slowly, studying your face.  

“Interesting thing you are.” The front buttons of your pants are undone. 

“That's why you keep me around right?” You joke suddenly feeling brave as your pants are tugged down slightly.

“For now you can stay because I have plans for you.” She pushes up your shirt just enough to expose your chest. 

“Care to enlighten me?” Your own brazenness takes you both by surprise because her hand stops, bright eyes are looking back at your face. The smirk on your lips falters when she presses her thigh into you. 

“Enlightened?” The scrutinizing look she gives you as you unconsciously roll your hips forward makes your mind feel fuzzy. 

“Yeah.” Your breathy reply has her eyes darkening. Both hands find your hips, slowly guiding them as you find a rhythm. Is this happening? You have to be dreaming, or maybe you are actually dead? Your eyes blink back open and you see her inches away from your face, the familiar scent of sandalwood and spices filling your senses. 

It is definitely happening because you feel her fingers hook into your underwear, the garment is slowly pulled down to your thighs. Slender fingers trace up the exposed skin on your thighs, moving up and up until she grabs your ass. Just you let out a gasp she pulls away completely. She takes a few steps away, her enraptured eyes loving how undone you already look. 

"Show me what you like." Even though you can’t see her whole face you can see the mischief in her eyes. 

"What?" It takes a few moments for your brain to catch up to her words. 

"Show me what you like." She repeats. Pulling up a chair a few feet away from you and sitting down, crossing one leg over the other. 

You with your shirt still pulled up and your pants around your thighs stare at her with wide eyes. She wants you to... oh . Okay. This is happening. Two years of fantasizing about something like this happening did not prepare you for this moment. Before you can overthink this and any self consciousness can creep in, your hand begins a slow path down your body. It's slightly nerve wracking to do this in front of someone else but one look at her makes you bite your lip. Your brows shoot up when you realize how wet you really are and she’s barely even touched you.

"Fuck." You breathe as you gather the wetness on your fingertips and circle it back over your clit. Each time you manage to open your eyes to look at her she's staring intently at your every move. You didn't think being watched like this was something you were into but your body proved you otherwise. Renata watches you buck your hips into your hand with an intense gaze. Its getting hard to contain your little noises so you sink your teeth into you lip again to stifle them. She's so focused on the show your putting on for her, you decide to just let them happen. The first moan that comes out of you has her uncrossing her legs and leaning forward in her seat. Feeling impossibly brave you do something stupid. 

"Renata." You moan her first name and hear her inhale sharply.

That worked.

The circles against your clit are becoming more frantic as you say her name again. A groan shudders out of you as you feel yourself building. It's just out of reach when you immediately freeze at a single sharp order, "Stop."

It makes you groan but you obey, letting your hand fall away from your center. Through your haze of lust you see her stand back up, the suit jacket is shrugged off her shoulders first. The sight of her toned shoulders has your mouth going dry. She folds it perfectly, laying it delicately over the back of the chair. Her vest follows suit and she rolls up her sleeves. It's the most tantalizing strip tease you’ve ever seen and she hardly even removes anything. The only other article of clothing she takes off is her tie before undoing the top three buttons to her plum colored shirt. Her fingers rake through her grey streaked hair once before those eyes land on you again. You can see the grin in her eyes when she notices how heavily you're breathing. 

“You’re-...” There are many words bouncing around your head. Hot. Sexy. Stunning. Alluring. The hottest human I've seen in my life??  None of them seem like enough as she takes slow steps towards you. The deliberate sway of her hips as she nears should be illegal.  

“I’m what, pet?” 

That last word makes your core throb. “Beautiful.” Shame went right out the window when you fucked yourself in front of her. 

“Flattery might get you somewhere.” She huffs out a quick laugh and reaches up to her mask. There’s a distinct hiss as she pulls the mask off her face, setting it down on your counter. 

You stop breathing. 

Her sharp jaw flexes as she shakes her dark hair out. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips at the thought of kissing her perfect lips. She catches your dumbstruck staring and smirks. It falters ever so slightly when you wordlessly reach out to touch her. Your fingertips barely graze her cheek before her hands grip your own. “Be a good girl and keep these here for me.” She purrs, placing your hands on top of the countertop. With enraptured eyes you watch her lips as she speaks. 

“Okay.” You would do anything for her at this point if she would just fucking touch you. Her fingers move to the front of your shirt that fell back down during your previous activities. Diligent fingers pop each button open frustratingly slow, lips press a quick kiss to the center of your chest before suddenly she bites the top of your breast. You shout, hands nearly flying to her hair but you put them back down. 

“Mmm behave.” She warns and bites down again, making sure to leave a mark. 

“I’m trying.” You breathe as her tongue circles one of your nipples. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure to your core and you can’t help but lift your hips. 

“Such an eager thing, you are.” 

“I’m gonna go crazy, please.” Begging like this before she has even done anything to you should be embarrassing but gods you need her to touch you. 

“Only because you look ravishing this desperate.” She nips are your collar bones as she begins to sink down. 

“Oh fuck…” You breathe once you realize what's about to happen. Renata Glasc kneeling on your kitchen floor, tugging down your soaked underwear was a scene not even your wildest fantasies would have thought possible. But it's real and happening right before your eyes. Although in your fantasies you would be the one on your knees but who were you to deny her. The darkness of her blown pupils makes you grip the counter tighter as you gaze down.

Renata’s eyes never leave yours as her tongue runs a slow swipe through you. The tip of it brushes over your clit and you suck in a breath, trying to stay still. But when she does it again you can't help how your hips buck up. She immediately pins you down with both hands, the sharp metal pressing into your skin makes you wince. Her grip loosens fractionally and your relieved breath turns into a surprised squeak when she suddenly dips into again. It takes all of you to not tangle your fingers into her hair, instead they flex needily against the countertop. 

Renata lets out a pleased hum as she pushes deeper into you. 

"Ah —f-fuck." Your leg trembles slightly. She lets out what sounds like a near growl as she hooks one of your legs over her shoulder. This angle lets her tongue tease deeper inside of you. You toss your head back with a strangled cry. Just as you start to lose yourself in the sensation of her warm tongue against your dripping core she pulls away and sinks her teeth into your thigh. Your pained yelp dissolves into a moan when her tongue finds your clit. She does the same quick motions with it as you did with your fingers minutes ago. Gods it's so much better this way. The steady rhythm keeps going until your whole body is quaking. 

You grit your teeth, and you try to fight it. But Renata’s eyes get a sly look in them. Before you can even guess what she's going to do, her lips are around your clit and she sucks. Your eyes roll back, hands suddenly flying forward to tangle into her hair. The locks twist harshly between your fingers and she moans against your flesh. Her nails dig harder into your ass, the sensation is just enough to push you over the edge. 

A strangled version of her name escapes your lips, your heel digs into her back as you buck frantically into her mouth. Your  body curls over her, thighs shaking as she laps at your clit, each feather light touch makes you jolt. 

“S-stop. Too much, please.” Your fingers tighten in her hair but she stays there for a few more seconds. The torture is exquisite but as soon as you feel it start to truly become too much she pulls away. Her face shines with your arousal and you release her hair, your leg sliding from where it was perched on her shoulder.

Slowly she gets back to her feet and swipes the tips of her wet fingers down the center of your exposed chest. You're still breathing heavily as she uses the sleeve of your shirt to wipe her mouth. Renata meets your eyes and before you can utter a single word, strong fingers grip your collar and tug. On wobbly legs you're practically dragged to the other side of the room and unceremoniously tossed onto your bed. As soon as you orient yourself she climbs on top of you, pinning you to the mattress. You knew she was strong but she handles you like you weight nothing. One hand holds yours above your head the other comes around your neck. 

“I believe I told you to keep your hands to yourself, pet.” She growls, her hand tightening on your throat. 

“I’m sorry.” You swallow thickly at fire in her eyes.

“Are you really?” She doesn't believe you. 

“No.” Of all the times you chose to be honest this had to be one didn’t it?

“You aren’t?” The danger in her tone melts away and she sounds more amused than irritated now, your honesty draws a laugh out of her. It's a fantastic sound that has butterflies fluttering in your chest.   

“No, your tongue was way too talented for me not to touch you.” The last word comes out in a garbled noise as she presses a finger inside of your needy pussy. 

“You were saying?” Renata’s finger slowly pumps into you as you scramble for another snarky remark but you come up empty. 

One finger turns into two, the stretch makes you cry out in pleasure. 

“You love my mouth but what does my pet think of my fingers?”

“They’re good…s-so good.” You stutter out, finding a rhythm with your hips. Each thrust you tilt them upwards so she hits that perfect spot over and over. 

“Well that’s a shame because that’s all you get.” She pulls out of you abruptly and leans forward. “Finish up yourself.” She whispers harshly into your ear. 

“What?” Your eyes snap open, seeing the evil smirk on her face. 

“You forgot this was a punishment. Now finish up yourself.” She sits back on her haunches looking at you expectantly with a raised brow. 

“No. no please. Don’t do this to me, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for disobeying you.” The words come tumbling out of your mouth in desperation. 

“Oh so now you’re sorry. What happened to all that bravado, hum?” Wet fingers move up from your core, tracing over the planes of your stomach, stopping to tweak one of your nipples. A pathetic whimper slithers its way out your mouth but you're too wound up to care. After what she’s done to you, your fingers won't be able to finish you off. And she knows that. 

“Please, please touch me. I’ll be good. I promise.” Honestly you should be ashamed with how desperate and needy you sound but seeing her grin widen at your begging makes the embarrassment worth it. “I’ll be a good girl and keep my hands to myself.” You accentuate your honestly by lifting your arms and gripping the slats of your headboard.  Slowly you spread your legs again, leaving yourself on full display for her hungry eyes.  

“Please.” You whisper one more time and it seems to snap what semblance of control she had because she buries two fingers in you again. The headboard is gripped impossibly tighter as your back arches from the mattress, a flurry of curses escaping your lips. They are silenced by Renata’s lips crashing against yours. Her dominating this kiss comes to no surprise, you let yourself sink into the mattress as her tongue snakes around your mouth. It coils around your own, her fingers stealing every coherent thought as they mercilessly fuck into you. 

All you are in thrumming need, begging, pleading for more. More of her. More of anything she is willing to give. The noises you're making are becoming more animalistic with each powerful thrust. She nips as sucks at the sensitive skin on your neck. She bites down aggressively and you nearly bite your tongue off to suppress a shriek. 

“No.” She growls against your flesh. “Let everyone hear how needy you are. Let them hear how badly this whore wants to get fucked.” The words have a filthy moan echoing around your apartment. Your neighbors definitely could hear you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when she adds a third finger. 

“Fuck fucking fuck!” You shout not so eloquently, pressing your head forcefully against the pillow.

“That's it, good girl. Take it.” She growls, each word is punctuated by a hard push of her fingers that steals your breath away. It's overwhelming, you aren’t sure how much more you can take. The headboard smacks against the wall over and over as your fevered moans pitch higher. 

“I’m-oh fuck!” You thrash beneath her. “I’m so close.”

“Not yet.” She says and your eyes squeeze shut. 

“I can’t—I can’t stop it.” The words are barely understandable through your cries and panting. 

“You will. Don’t you want to be good for me, pet.”

“Yes yes yes.” You chant, unable to stop the word from tumbling from your lips. 

“Then wait.” She kisses your sternum and slowly, torturously begins counting backwards from thirty. The blood rushes in your ears and you only catch a single number every few seconds. 

Twenty-five. 

Her teeth mark and bruise your skin. The pain mingles deliciously with the pleasure. Each claiming bite to your sensitive flesh has you crying out.   

Sixteen.

More curses spill from your lips, barely covering the obscene sounds of her fucking into you.

Ten. 

The grip you have on the headboard is nearly painful but you need something, anything to anchor you as you fight the need to come. Her thumb swipes over your clit and you nearly close your legs from the over stimulation  but she holds them open, picking up the pace. 

Seven. 

Bright eyes lock with yours again. There are tears pricking the corners of your eyes, a thin sheen of sweat covers your body, saliva slipping from your mouth. You're completely wrecked under her fingers, desperately wanting to be good for her. It's so hard to fight it off, the indeed to come is nearly unbearable. 

Five. 

“Shit!” You curse. So close. So close. 

Three.

Two. 

One. 

“Come for me, my good girl.” She whispers hotly into your ear. Everything goes still, your body going rigid beneath her. Hot white pleasure curls around every fiber of your being and you scream. A full out scream as you come. She doesn’t stop fucking you and your eyes widen when you realize she isn't going to stop. 

“Oh my gods-!” You barely choke out the words because you feel yourself building again. Another orgasm felt impossible  but she’s guiding you right to it. Tears are falling freely from you now, her eyes never leave yours. 

“Again.” She doesn’t even give you a second to process the order because her lips slam into yours again. Your dutiful body follows her words, back bowing once more. She swallows your frantic moans, her fingers finally slowing when you whimper weakly against her lips. A shudder crawls up your spine when she slowly removes them from your over sensitive core. They glisten in the light from the neon sign above your window. With lidded eyes you open your mouth, tongue sticking out ever so slightly.  

“Begging for another treat, pet?” She lifts a smug brow and you nod, sticking your tongue out a little further. Renata grins and sticks those same three fingers in your mouth. You let out a groan as the taste of yourself fills your mouth. Her lips part in awe as you lick and suck her fingers, showing her your gratitude. Once they are cleaned you fall completely boneless into the sheets. You've had a few partners in your life but never have you ever been this thoroughly fucked. The only thing that pulls you out of your haze is the sound of the bed creaking. 

Before you really think about the consequences you shoot up and grab her wrist. Her eye trails to where you’ve grabbed her and a sudden fear whispers in the back of your head but you somehow manage to speak, your voice hoarse.   

“I know you can’t stay but just…for a while?” You look up at her through your lashes and are surprised to find a conflicted look on her face. She doesn't say anything as she debates your words. Another whispered ‘please’ from you has her letting out a sigh, laying back down next to you. 

“Do not get used to this.” There’s a serious tone to her voice that nearly makes you shirk away but she moves her arm in invitation for you to come closer. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You let out a content sigh, pressing your face deeper into the crook of her neck. This wouldn’t happen again, it shouldn't so you’re going to soak up every second of having her arms around you. 

“That mouth of yours will land you in trouble.”

“Good thing I like getting punished-OW!” You yelp when she tugs your ear like a pissed school teacher. 

“Are you certain about that?” She hums, still lightly holding onto your earlobe. 

“Not anymore.” It comes out as a grumble and she smiles. 

“Rest.” Another order, that you obey swiftly. Before you let your eyes slide close you look up at her trying to memorize her bare face. The strength of her jaw, slight pout to her lips, the way her eyes nearly glow in the dark light. 

Gods, she is magical. 

“Am I going to have to tell you again?” She says above you.

“No ma’am.” Her breath hitches at the title, her arm tightening around you. The smell of sandalwood and spices still fills your senses as sleep slowly claims you. You wake the next morning, not really surprised to find your bed empty. The surprise does hit you when you notice how the comforter has been tucked around you, a glass of water rests on your nightstand that had not been there previously. Renata Glasc was not a good woman but she was nice enough to tuck you in and for some reason that made you burst out laughing. The absurdity of the situation really sinks in and you can’t stop laughing. Once your giggling finally ceases, the memories of last night begin to echo in your head. Part of your brain was certain you hallucinated it but the dull ache between your legs proves otherwise. The memories are still so fresh in your head, you can’t help but quickly make yourself come one more time before you rush to take a shower and head to work. 

You're already deep into fixing a project when the door to your office opens. Amir comes shuffling into the room, looking bone tired. Not an usual expression for either of you to have. 

“Hey, you look like shit.” You say with a smirk. 

“Good morning to you too.” He sets a cup of coffee on your desk that you gladly accept. It was a little ritual that you both did, you aren’t certain when it started. 

“Thank you but seriously, are you good?” You ask.

“Yeah I did some overtime last night after the party, I was feeling inspired. Where the hell were you? You’re always here.” He slumps into the chair across from you. 

“I decided to stay in, give myself a break.” You lie but he doesn’t catch it thankfully he’s still too tired to really focus on you. “What happened to the girl you were talking to last night?”

“Ahh…she’s great. We talked for a while before she had to leave, I think she likes me.” A goofy smile spreads across his face. 

“Told you.” You smile back and take a sip of your coffee, your eyes flitting to the door when you hear voices outside. Both of you turn to see a woman speaking seriously with none of than your fucking boss, the same woman that had called her over the previous night. Renata is listening with mild interest to whatever the other woman is saying but mild interest turns to completely ignoring when she catches your eye. 

On command your thighs press together to suppress the sudden dull ache growing between them. How can one look reduce you to nothing so quickly. She holds your gaze, lifting a perfectly arched brow. All you can manage is an awkward wave. While you can’t see her entire face anymore you can see the slight crinkle around her eyes that gives away the little smile that crosses her face. The woman she’s speaking with must say something that catches her attention because she looks back to her before they continue down the hall. You run a hand over your head and let out a breath, swiveling your chair to face your desk again. 

“What the fuck was that?” Amir asks and you freeze. 

“Huh, what?” 

“You and our fucking boss, what the fuck just happened between you too?” 

“Nothing, I was just being nice.” You aren't looking at him but you can practically feel his baffled expression. 

“Being nice? It's been two years and we have never greeted her like that. We barely even talk to her?” His tone never wavers from his confusion as he stares at you. 

“Since when are you so observant!?” All your fumbling over that woman you've done over these years and chooses now to be truly observant. 

“That is not an answer.” He leans forward in his chair with an expectant gaze. You chew your lip, looking anywhere but at him. 

“If I tell you, you can’t tell a soul.” There’s a seriousness in your voice that makes his brows kit together. 

“Okay, of course. She didn’t um…like threaten you or hurt you did she?” His confusion melts into mild worry as he looks you over quickly with concerned eyes.

You shake your head vigorously, “No no! Everything we did was completely consensual, I swear.” You quickly say.

Amir blinks a couple times as if he didn't hear you correctly, mouth opening and closing. His eyes widen before words finally come exploding out of him.

“You fucked!?” He yells but slaps his hands over his mouth as if it'll suck the words back in from thin air. You groan, putting your face in your hands once he starts whispering a million questions. 

Today was going to be a long one.