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It had been Nora who suggested having a weekly dinner together, just the two of them, to help them get to know each other and work a little better. It was something casual, very relaxed, with them taking turns to host or even cook sometimes. It had been going on for the past few months, and now it was Arthur’s turn to have her aboard the Prydwen.
And this time he had cooked, making her a deathclaw steak with fried tatos and carrot mash. It had been delicious paired with a wine Nora scavenged from an old stock room buried below the ground. There were lots of places in the Commonwealth that even the sentient ghouls hadn’t gone back to, and she knew so many…
“That was wonderful, thank you,” she sighed happily. “You’re a man of many talents, Elder Maxson. When did you learn to do this?”
“I read a lot,” he explained as he leaned back in his chair. “A few cookbooks happened across my way over the years, I suppose. You just learn to adapt the material.”
“Well you’re brilliant at adapting,” she chuckled. “What did you think of the wine?”
“I enjoyed it. Where did you find it, again?” Arthur asked.
“An old wine cellar in the city,” Nora replied. “Boston wasn’t really a wine export place back in the day, but plenty of restaurants had these storage rooms hidden below the ground that they used to keep all their booze in. I got nostalgic one day and started kicking through the ruins of old eateries and lo and behold, there it was.” She took another drink, her eyes meeting his. “You ever wanna come out with me, just tell me.”
“That is an offer I will consider,” he said with a small grin. “Unfortunately, my work keeps me from doing too much like this, but I’ll keep it in mind.”
“Well, if I can help with anything on the ground, let me know,” Nora assured him. “But it would be good for you to get out of here every so often. Get your hands dirty. That sort of thing. And it’d be good for you to relax somehow.”
“True,” he agreed, his eyes drifting off to the side as he thought. “I suppose I could work some things around in my schedule for a sort of free day, but it would only be a few hours, at most.”
She gave him a soft smile. “Then set a date and we’ll go have some fun.”
“I’ll have to let you know at a later time,” he told her. “Just so I know what my officers have coming up and I can work around it. But,” he met her gaze again, “I will go out with you, I promise.”
Nora couldn’t help snorting at that. “What, like on a date?” she teased.
The smile on his face disappeared as his brows furrowed in confusion. “A date? General, I didn’t mean—I wasn’t trying to—“
“Don’t worry,” Nora shot him another smile, “I’m teasing. I’m too old for you anyway.”
Teasing. Of course. He was never able to get used to—wait, too old for him? One brow arched. “You are not ‘too old for me,’” Arthur clarified.
“Oh come on,” she giggled. The warmth of the wine swam in her head. “You’re like, 20. I’m almost 30. Oh god. That’s like a decade.”
“And despite that decade, I can assure you that I know how to handle you.” His eyes were focused on her, his chin slightly tipped down as he remained leaned back in his chair, hands folded across his lower stomach.
Nora blinked a little as heat rushed through her cheeks. “Oh come on,” she finally said. The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself. “Are you even old enough to have had sex? Hell, are you even old enough to have had fantasies?”
A smile broke his lips and he took a deep breath as he stretched his arms up and back, then placed his hands behind his head, fingers laced. “I’ve had sex, yes,” Arthur replied. “And plenty of fantasies, even about you.”
“You’re bluffing,” Nora shot back. “You’ve never- not about me.”
“No? Would you like to hear some of them?” he offered.
Heat rushed through her. “Sure, let’s see how quickly you can invent some.”
The smile turned into a smirk and he glanced her up and down—at least what he could see—before shrugging one shoulder.
“Alright. That suit you wear?” He slightly nodded at her clothing. “I’ve thought about sitting you in my lap while I touch you through it, making you cum without having to even take your clothes off. Even cutting a hole between the legs so I can get my fingers in there just to feel how wet you are and make you cum only by touching that sensitive spot in you.”
Nora took a long drink of wine. “That’s basic stuff,” she breathed. “Everyone,” she swallowed, “everyone likes the suit. I like the suit. Is that all?”
“Mm… no,” he answered. “Regardless of what you’re wearing, touching you through your clothes is another. Just grazing my hands over your body, letting you feel the fabric brush over your skin while I refuse to give you any friction between your legs.” His arms lowered. “Make you desperate to cum, because that’s how I like to see them: desperate.”
There was a responding pulse between her thighs. “Got any more?” she tried to drawl, but it came out breathless. It was playing over in her mind, the thought of her shivering on his lap, her hands tied behind her back as he tormented her.
“You naked and tied to my bed, bare for me, while I make you cum over and over, non-stop. Or maybe the opposite—I just keep edging you until you’re begging me to stop.”
Nora crossed her legs over, shifting in her chair. All of this had happened before and it was making her hot. She could feel her underwear sticking to her. “That it?”
“If I tell you all my fantasies, that would spoil everything, wouldn’t it?” he replied.
Nora drank again. “Just because you’ve got fantasies doesn’t mean you’ve got the ability,” she pointed out. “You say you can handle me, but can you?”
It was then Arthur leaned forward, his arms on the table. “Then why are you asking about my fantasies and not asking me to prove myself?”
I’m way too drunk and turned on to think sensibly, Nora tried to reason with herself. But she wasn’t. She’d had some wine on a full stomach and she was nowhere near as desperate as she had been in times before. “Ok,” she said, “prove yourself. I dare you.”
“You dare me, huh?” he asked with a laugh. “And what do I get if I win this dare?”
“What do you want to win?” she asked. Part of her was shrieking at the question. What can of worms had she just opened?
“Depends what you’re offering,” he told her.
What was she offering? Why had she even made it a dare? “I’ll give you… artillery plans,” she offered. It was a weak one but he might want it…?
“Mm… I’ll think on it. For now,” he pushed his chair back and away from the table, then leaned back in his seat, his boots planting flat on the ground and knees spreading. “Come here.”
Nora uncrossed her legs and got up, making her short way over to him. The coat and hat were already off, hanging on the back of her chair, and she sat in his lap, licking her lips. “If I win,” she began, “I get your gatling laser.”
Arthur couldn’t stop himself from snorting. “Fine,” he agreed, the grin on his face stretching even wider. “If you win, you can have Final Judgment.”
Settling onto his thighs, Nora’s breath caught. “Well?”
“Mm?” His palms barely grazed over the outside of her legs, moving up toward her hips. “What?”
“You’re not gonna move faster than this?” she asked.
“I like to take my time,” he told her, his hands sliding up to her chest, thumbs grazing over her nipples through her suit. “Besides, I clear my schedule the same time every week for you, and we still have quite a while before I have to return to work.”
Moaning softly, Nora bit her lip. “Mmm, ok.”
“Are you used to being devoured, General?” Arthur asked, finally cupping her breasts and gently massaging. “Are you used to people not taking their time with you?”
What was the best way to answer that? She was impatient? “Guess the steak wasn’t enough if you’re still hungry,” she mumbled.
Chuckling, he glanced down to her core. “Says the one who’s radiating enough warmth to heat the entirety of prewar Boston.” Both hands slid back down her waist and hips. “But don’t worry—with me, you will learn patience.”
Nora had absolutely considered Arthur Maxson this way, but always felt guilty about it, thinking he would never be interested in her like that. Apparently, she had been wrong.
“You think a couple hours tonight is going to teach me patience?” she breathed. “You’re very confident.”
“Oh, no. Learning patience will take longer than that. But I think we both know,” one hand slipped between her legs, fingers grazing over her folds through her clothing, “This doesn’t end tonight.”
A loud moan escaped her, and she grabbed at his shoulders. “Mmm, w-what are, oh, you thinking?” she gasped. “W-we do this weekly?”
“Perhaps. But the details can be worked out later. Or, they can be worked out after I’m finished with you.” His free hand slid to the small of her back to hold her steady. “Unzip your suit. Slowly.”
Oh. Her stomach filled with butterflies as she slowly reached up, and began to drag the zipper down, bit by bit. Cool air wafted over each inch of exposed skin, her hips rocking as his fingers rubbed over her folds. The seat of her panties was soaking wet.
Rather than watching her unzip her suit, Arthur kept his eyes on her face, his fingers pressing a little firmer between her legs. “You like praise, General? Pet names? Being told you’re a ‘good girl’?”
Oh, fuck. “I-I like,” she sucked in a breath, “kn-knowing how- how I make you- f-feel. A-and how I- I look. To- to you. Does- that make sense?”
“Mm, does this answer your question?” he asked, his free hand pulling her a bit closer to him so she was directly above his cock. He was hard, and when his hand moved out from between her legs, it was replaced by the bulge that was pressing against his suit.
Nora moaned. “W-well, that’s good to know.” She couldn’t help grinding her hips against the stiffness. God, he was big. And thick. Her mouth watered.
With both hands free now, the one that had been between her legs slipped beneath her suit, cupping one of her tits. “Tell me what’s on your mind,” he said.
Tossing her head back, Nora moaned, grinding against him. “Big,” she managed to breathe.
“A bit,” he agreed with a small laugh. “You’ll get to see it soon enough. Keep grinding.” Leaning in, his lips placed small kisses against the bared part of her collarbone. “You’ll be on your knees for me before the night is over.”
Her clit was rubbing along the underside of him and she worked faster, trying to chase that sensation. Nora licked her lips, wondering which way she would be taking him. In her mouth? She immediately tried to imagine what he looked like under his suit, and how he would feel in her mouth. “I see!”
“Tell me when you’re close.” Reaching up from behind, he started pulling the pins from her hair, tossing each one into a pile on the table as it came out.
The heat was already rising, and as her hair came loose, her moan was a mixture of pleasure and relief at the sudden lack of pressure on her scalp. “I’m close,” she gasped out.
“Stop,” Arthur ordered as he leaned away from her. “Get up and turn around, back to me.”
Legs shaking, Nora slid off his lap and stood up, turning around. She slid back onto his lap, her ass against his erection.
Gently, he guided her legs to be on either side of his knees, spreading her open, and one hand slid back into her suit to play with her breast while the other slipped down between her legs, this time rubbing her clit in slow circles rather than grazing along her folds. “Tell me how it feels,” he ordered, his face close to her ear.
“Oh god,” she breathed. The slowness was driving her crazy. The rub of the cloth against her clit had her whimpering. Grabbing either side of the chair, she gripped it as her eyes dropped to look at his hands.
“Tell me how it feels, General,” he repeated, his voice a low growl. At the same time, he pinched her nipple, though it was light.
“So good,” she keened. “S-so fucking warm. More.”
“More what? Be specific in what you’re asking for.” He pulled away from her breast only to tug her suit off her shoulders, leaving it bundled around her elbows, then pulled the cups of her bra beneath her tits.
Suddenly bared to him, Nora whimpered. “Under my- suit,” she breathed. “T-touch me. Under- under my suit.”
“This is as far down as your suit goes,” Maxson told her. “You want my fingers in you? Then I’m cutting it.”
Breath catching, Nora nodded. “Cut it.”
A soft kiss was placed beneath her ear before he leaned over—his arm wrapping around her midsection to hold her still—and grabbed his knife from his boot. Once he sat back up, Arthur grabbed part of her suit between her thighs and held it away from her body, watching what he was doing over her shoulder, then cut a hole in the fabric with the blade. He set the knife on the table and ripped the hole a bit wider, ensuring it wasn’t too big since she needed to leave without it being seen. “Beg.”
The sight of the blade threatening between her thighs was far too arousing. “W-why?” she breathed. “A-aren’t you meant to be- proving you can, um, handle me?”
“Mm, and what better way to prove I can handle the General of the Minutemen, a woman almost ten years my senior, than by having her beg me to touch her as she sits in my lap, wet and wanting?” he purred. “Now, beg.”
Nora let out a short sigh. “Please.”
His hand was suddenly cupping her throat and pulling her head back against his shoulder, his face turning to where his lips were pressed against her jaw. “I don’t play games, General. If you want to be a brat and not do as you’re told, then I will treat you as a brat.” His other hand slid back between her thighs, fingertips grazing her clit. “You will not cum tonight.”
Oh. Shit, that shouldn’t have turned her on so much. “Of course I won’t, you aren’t touching me,” she gasped.
Arthur’s thumb brushed over her bottom lip. “Then why are you trembling so much?” he whispered.
She bucked her hips a little, trying to force his fingers against her clit. “I’m not.”
Even with the movement, he continued to barely touch the bud, the pad of his finger grazing over it enough that she’d feel the electricity of pleasure after a while, though not right away. “You will be. And do you want to know where you’ll feel it?”
She didn’t answer him for a moment. Maybe she hadn’t been trembling then, but as his fingers carried on what they were doing, she quickly started, thighs shaking just a little. “No. B-but, ohhhh, you’ll tell me?”
A grin reappeared on his face. “The bottom of your feet. Your fingers. The nerves in your legs. Everything will feel like electricity is running through you until eventually, when you cum, it feels like it’s burning.” He placed a kiss to her jaw. “But you won’t be coming.”
“Please.” It escaped her mouth breathlessly before she could stop it. “Use your- use your fingers. On me.”
“I will, but not yet. I want you edged like this, because it’ll make everything after that so much better,” he replied.
“But,” her brow furrowed, “but you said beg, and I- I begged you.” Already she could feel it, that slow heat, that unbearably languid motion of his fingers making her shiver.
“Do you think saying ‘please’ all breathlessly is begging, General?” he asked with a quiet laugh. “That’s asking. If you’re going to beg, then do it properly.”
Nora swallowed, her mind on the hand between her thighs, concentrating on that brushing. “It,” she whispered, “it’s- I, I need it.” Maybe it was the wine, the expectation, the dry spell she had been suffering, but… “Please, please, please will you- will you put- your fingers- in me? Please?”
“Much better, and a very nice sound,” he praised. “I will. After I’m done with this.”
“Oh, come on,” she groaned, her ass rubbing against his crotch. “Please, please, I’ll- what do you want from me?”
“Obedience and patience,” he growled.
The bottom of her feet were hot. “I- can feel it,” she whispered. She gave him another hard grind with her hips, even as that electric sensation built, and built.
“Good. Tell me when you’re close,” Arthur said.
How could she get close with him going this slowly? Still, Nora knew despite her impatience that was exactly what was going to happen. Because it was hot all over her body, her nipples stiff and tingling, clit throbbing under his touch as the feeling spread through her whole body. “Oh fuck,” she moaned softly, her thighs spreading wider. “Oh god, please, please please, more, please, please!”
Her begging was certainly improving, and Arthur felt his cock pulse in his suit at the sound of it, as well as at the feeling of her grinding on him. “Soon. Are you close?” he quietly asked.
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes closing. “Yes, yes, please, please, I’m- almost- there-!”
His fingers immediately tore away from her clit, leaving her without stimulation.
Nora let out a sharp cry as the need burned where his fingers had been, hands gripping the chair tightly. She knew better than to try and touch herself, and she shifted in his lap, toes curling as she rode the edge. “Fuck,” she whimpered.
“Very good,” he praised. “See? Not so bad. And patience is rewarded. Once you come down from the edge, I’ll give you what you’ve been asking for.”
Squirming, Nora exhaled heavily, swallowing. "But you won't… let me… umm…"
“Cum? No. You see,” his palms slowly slid up her sides, “One thing I learned as a leader and as a Dom is that you must put subordinates in their place from the beginning. You cannot be lenient on set rules—therefore, you cannot go back on your word. I said you will not cum, so you will not cum.”
Should any of that have turned her on this much? She licked her lips, nodding. "I- I'm ready."
With one hand cupping her breast, the other slid back down between her legs again, fingers grazing over her clit before his middle one slipped into her. He wasn’t sure how long it’d been since she’d last had sex, and he especially wasn’t sure how tight she was, so he started off with one finger first, sliding it in to the last knuckle and ensuring it was coated with her slick, then easily working in the second one. The fact she was so wet and turned on meant there was almost no resistance. His cock throbbed.
“You hear that? How wet you are?” Arthur asked. “Has the thought of me ever made you this wet, General?”
Oh god, his finger felt even better than she could have imagined. Whining softly, she arched up, pushing her hips towards his hand. "Y-you want, mmm, to hear my fantasies?" Nora gasped out. "Is- that it?"
“I do,” he confirmed. “I want to hear about what you’ve thought of me doing to you. What you want me to do to you.” His fingers started slowly moving in and out of her, gradually picking up the pace.
"That, nnnnn, would be telling," Nora panted. "But," her breath caught, "this."
“I told you quite a few of mine,” he countered. “I think it’s only fair, wouldn’t you agree?” Crooking his fingers, the pads pressed directly against her sweet spot, firmly rubbing while he fingered her.
Nora could feel that heat coiling as his fingers worked her. "Oh, fuck!" she cried, her eyes shutting tightly. Even if she wanted to talk right now, she couldn't, her mind too hot with pleasure.
“General,” Arthur growled in warning. “Must I teach you how to multitask, as well?”
"OhgodIwannagetfucked," Nora blurted out. "Onmyknees."
His hand stopped but his fingers didn’t pull out. “Say it again.”
"I want," she swallowed, "you to fuck- fuck me. From behind."
“No. I won’t be fucking you today,” Arthur told her. “But you can get on your knees and suck my cock.”
“Now?” she asked.
He pulled his hands away from her. “Now, General.”
The feeling as his fingers slid out of her had her whimpering softly, and she was trembling as she got off his lap and turned around, kneeling in front of him. “Do you need to take your suit off, or…”
“No,” he answered. “There’s a clip you can undo.”
Nora looked over the front of his suit, and quickly noticed what he was talking about, removing a flap to reveal his boxers underneath. Heat was thrumming viciously through her as she reached into his underwear and pulled his cock out.
Shit.
Eyes glancing up at his, she shuffled forward and then closed her mouth around the head, sucking gently. The moment he was past her lips that familiar haze of need was fogging up her mind, and she immediately began to work more of him in, pulling back just a little to bob her head before pushing in more, eventually working him in to the base. She looked up again the moment he was fully buried in her mouth and sucked, then swallowed, starting to bob up and down.
A low noise rumbled from his chest as one hand slipped into her hair, fingers threading into the dark locks. “So enthusiastic,” he purred. “And so damn pretty.” He gently brushed some of her hair from her face. “I bet you’ve thought about sucking me off quite a few times, haven’t you?”
A few. And only when she was the kind of indescribably horny that she got when she was ovulating. Most other times it was just normal, vanilla sex. Moaning nonetheless, she bobbed her head a little faster before pulling him out of her mouth, one hand wrapping around him and jerking her wrist. Her mouth sucked a trail down the underside of him and briefly sucked at his balls before she slid back up to fit him past her lips again and worked her mouth back and forth on him, leaving trails of what was left of her lipstick around the length. Her free hand cupped his balls as she used her right hand to stroke up and down his cock. Her eyes briefly met his, and any warning ‘don’t push it’ looks probably didn’t have the same effect with the haze she felt over her mind.
There was a slow coil of heat building at the base of his spine from how eager she was to please him, and his breathing slightly picked up. Arthur bundled her hair up into one of his fists, holding it out of her face without pulling or guiding her head, and his free hand slid the tips of his fingers along her throat, feeling the muscles constrict and retract as she sucked and bobbed her head. “Keep doing this, and you’ll make me cum soon,” he breathed.
Eyes on his, Nora moaned again, just softly, her lips briefly moving up to the sensitive tip to pay it some attention before she went back down to the base. She managed to go a little faster, and she spread her thighs. Her underwear rode up against her clit, dragging a groan out of her that buzzed against his length, and her arms tucked beneath her breasts, pushing them upwards. God, and he wasn’t going to fuck her…
His hips jerked a little with sensitivity as she focused on the tip, a sharp inhale getting sucked between his teeth. The heat at the base of his spine was growing much quicker, getting tighter, and Arthur found himself almost clenching her hair as he was quietly panting, his face flushed a light shade of pink.
It was only a few more moments before that heat was too tight, though, and was threatening to uncoil. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he growled. Maxson pulled her off by tugging her hair, his free hand quickly wrapping around his cock and stroking him to his climax. And when he came, a low groan escaped him, his spend stringing along her face and chest.
Nora recognised what was going to happen the moment he pulled her mouth off of him and she shut her eyes, mouth opening, tongue sticking out. The familiar sensation of wet, hot mess on her face and breasts sent shivers down her spine, pooling as liquid heat between her thighs, just below where her hands had fallen to grip the leather for some form of control. If Arthur had asked her to do anything right now, she probably would have done it.
Wiping the tip of his cock with his thumb, he leaned forward and held it out to her expectantly.
Glancing up at him, her lips closed around it and she sucked it clean. She was both expectant, aroused and slightly apprehensive, though only because she had no idea what was coming next. Certainly not her…
“Perfect,” he murmured before pulling his thumb free. “Being covered in my cum suits you. It’s a very good look.”
“Uhuh,” she breathed, squeezing her thighs together. “So what now?”
“Now, we talk about where we go from here,” he told her. “Take a seat.”
Nora got to her feet. “Hold on, let- let me clean myself off first,” she suggested. “And then I’ll be right with you.”
“No, no. My cum stays on your face while we speak,” Arthur said. “Now, sit.”
He couldn’t be serious. “Y-you’re joking.”
“Do I look like I’m joking, General?”