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You are tired.
Being Gideon’s assistant is not an easy job. He pushes you around - which, depending on how you look at it is technically your job, but he could be so much nicer about it - he’s mean, and he expects absolute perfection from you and from your colleagues. Plus, he’s got his ex-girlfriends cryogenically frozen in tubes in the basement of the humongous building he has as his headquarters. He rants, and rambles, but if you say anything more than “yes sir” or “no sir” then you get yelled at for it. Rarely do you ever get a moment to yourself, as he insists on you being there with him every waking moment - and even non waking, as he often forces you to stay and sleep in his room with him. Not in the same bed, just on the floor.
Some nights, he’s calmer than usual. Once every so often, he just sits in his chair and asks for a drink. It’s almost more tense when he does that, the unusual dead silence keeping you even more on your toes than usual. This is one of those nights. Gideon just sits there, silently staring out the window (more accurately a glass wall), sipping on whiskey. Just plain whiskey, too. He didn’t even want ice. It’s been like this for a solid hour, the silence getting harder and harder to bear. Steeling yourself, you take a breath and speak timidly.
“Sir… May I put some music on? Your choice.” Gideon’s sharp, piercing gaze now lays on you, looking bewildered at you actually speaking for yourself. This quickly goes back to indifference, turning back towards the window and waving his hand.
“Yes, sure, I suppose so.” He sighs deeply. “Just something instrumental would be nice.” Nodding, you turn on a playlist of your favourite film scores. Gideon leans his head back, staring now at the ceiling. He eventually falls asleep at his desk, with you sitting and sleeping on the floor.
That morning, when he awakens, he’s even more furious than usual. Gideon hates going to meetings, but with his position as CEO, he has a need to appear. He’s been going on for months about some kind of new product, though he refuses to tell you what it does. All you know is that it’s called the “Glow”, and you get to go with him to unveil it today. Four hours of you sitting in a room full of dull old men and a whiny Gideon. What fun.
The room is extremely stuffy, hot and almost humid. The entire room feels sticky. Gideon is all huffy and puffy, irritated as he stands at the front of the room and begins to speak.
“Well, I bring to you today a brand new product.” He’s seeping with indifference, looking so entirely bored. He flicks to the next slide on his powerpoint. “The Glow allows for us to trap people within their feelings, making them more irritable and depressed as well as extremely susceptible to other forms of control. Hypnosis among others. The cure would only be able to be purchased through our company, and even then it would not be permanent.” He sighs, flicking to the next slide, showing a video demonstration of The Glow at work. You meet Gideon’s gaze, him flashing an almost predatory smile.
Nonetheless, the meeting goes well. The Glow seems to be a big hit with all the executives, and Gideon is pleased. Now, you're back in his office, the air tense.
“Forgive me for speaking out of turn here, but why mind control? Like, who are you planning to control?” Gideon squints, thinking for a moment.
“Well, I suppose the general population for the gain of our company. I’ve already got Ramona under my control.
“That checks out. Why are you so obsessed with her? Is it because you love her, or is it more of a control thing.”
“Well, I do love her. I love all my girls. It’s just aggravating, y’know? She's the one that got away, but it doesn’t have to be that way. Something I hadn’t told the board about is that anyone that has The Glow, I’m able to use that as a way to get into their brain. Quite literally. I can use subspace to enter their brain. So she can’t escape me.” There’s this sick, twisted desperation in his eyes, a low chuckle as he halfheartedly grins.
“Sir, that’s… that’s fucked up.” Gideon’s grin falls as he lightly shrugs. “That- I mean jesus. You go into people’s brains? Their subconscious? A- And what?”
“I give them subliminal messaging. Making them just how I want them to be. Perfect, submissive pawns.” A sharp chill runs down your spine. Gideon laughs, this sickening, sadistic laugh. “It’s so lovely watching them fall. Watching them falter, coming to that sweet realisation that they're falling for me.” Gideon laughs again, almost maniacal. “Then, once they do realise, once those gears begin to turn, watching their brains slow down to just me. It’s so beautiful. Now, obviously, I’ve only experimented with that on one or two, but even still.” He sighs, almost dreamily, before his gaze locks onto yours.
He approaches you, and you back up until he brings you against the wall. That twisted grin is back as he holds your gaze. He’s not exactly towering over you, but his presence is suffocating. He slowly traces your jawline, gripping your chin. You refuse to make eye contact, worrying that that could be what causes it. Gideon scoffs and practically growls.
“Look at me!” You flinch, meeting his gaze. There’s a soft glow emanating from his hand.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
Gideon grins, watching as you realise he’s infecting you. He merely laughs at your fear.
“Oh, don’t fret. It doesn't hurt.” Gideon laughs again, your fear amplified by The Glow. Tears you didn’t realise you were holding spill over, and he wipes them away with his thumb. “Here, let me into that pretty brain of yours…” You close your eyes for just a split second, and when you open them, he's gone. You can tell something is changing. It's fucking terrifying. You close your eyes tight, shivering as you slide down the wall.
His hand on your shoulder makes you jump. You open your eyes, making eye contact with him. This strange rush runs through you, your heart basically skipping a beat.
Your mind goes blank, clearing everything out for just a moment. You can't break eye contact. This sweet, sweet feeling washes over you extremely quickly before leaving just as quick as it appeared. He grins devilishly as he watches all this take place.
“Mmm, you want something. What is it, baby?”
“Y… you. What's wrong with me? I- why do I want you so bad? I can't- why?” He laughs, and snaps his fingers. Your mind blanks again.
“Don't even worry about it. Look, doll, I won't use this against you often. Just love watching your brain blank out.” He snaps his fingers again, causing your brain to blank out again. “Want me to make you horny?” Bewilderment crosses your face as it heats up. He grins, pressing your chin and snapping his fingers.
Your hips jerk, back arching as you're overcome with need.
You're hornier than you've ever been before. You feel hot all over, so sensitive and needy. Gideon kisses your forehead and you whine - which is strange, because you've never been very vocal. His hands grip your hips as he drags you onto his lap, now entirely making out with you. It's electric, he's a deep kisser, and uses his tongue a lot. Like, a lot a lot. He sucks on yours, saliva mixing together. You moan into his mouth. Nothing has ever felt better in your life. You can't help but grind onto him, feeling like you're in heat. It's overwhelming, almost painful. He pins you to the ground, nearly tearing off your pants and underwear.
“Fuck… you look so good beneath me.” Gideon's voice is low, a small quiver betraying his excitement. His hands slide down your sides, taking in you beneath him. He kisses down your stomach, leading down to the insides of your thighs. He lightly nips and kisses at them, enjoying toying with you. You can't help but whine, needing more. Your hips jerk as he continues to inch closer and closer to where you need him most, gripping your hips and pushing them down.
“Stop fuckin’ squirming, let me have you…” He gently kisses your erogenous areas, causing you to once again buck up into his mouth. Gideon scoffs, pulling away. Groaning, you look up at him, silently pleading for more. He runs his hands through his hair, pushes up his glasses and undoes his belt. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he pulls his cock out of his pants. He gently presses his tip up against your entrance.
“Do you need to be prepped?” You nod your head slowly, your face heating up just a little. He simply nods back, lubing up his fingers with a small bottle of lube he had in his pocket.
“Did- mmh- were you keeping that there for- for this?” Your voice is shaky, a bit of stuttering from the intensity of your horniness. He just grins.
His fingers feel so goddamn good inside of you. Perfectly thick, just the right length to press up against your most sensitive spots. You groan, back arching. Despite how good it feels, it leaves something to be desired. He presses his thumb into the middle of your forehead and snaps once more.
“Be still.”
You find yourself completely still. You attempt to thrash around, to free yourself from being bound like this, but all you do is let out a pathetic whimper. Gideon once more kisses you.
“Mkay, I need you to be still for me now, doll. I’m gonna fuck you good. Kay?” You softly whine as he once more presses his tip to your entrance. He slides into you slowly, making sure not to hurt you. You try so hard to writhe, get any sort of movement other than blinking, but you can't. When he finally bottoms out - it’s the most intense pleasure you've ever felt. You cry out, completely still, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. It’s so good. Finally, Gideon begins to fuck into you.
His thrusts are hard. He’s fast and pounding like hell inside of you, fucking into you like an animal in heat. You twitch, only lightly, sobbing and needy. You’d be begging if you could move your mouth any more. He grips your hips and slams you back to him, forcing you to meet his thrusts. He snaps his fingers, that pure blankness once again clearing your brain. Everything is so intense and the absolute sensitivity that he’s made you feel causes you to already be oh so close. He presses the sides of your jaw, allowing you to speak again.
“Beg.” He snaps again, and you immediately begin to beg.
You can’t stop yourself.
It's terrifying. You’re completely under his control. After begging for so long, he nods, and you cum immediately.
He continues to fuck into you.
Already so sensitive, the overstimulation causes you to see stars. Gideon merely laughs at your plight, pressing his thumb to your forehead once more and allowing you to move. You thrash about, writhing with him still inside you. He presses you down still, the cold, hard ground beginning to hurt. He kisses you and then nods again, and as if possessed you cum again, even harder. You see nothing but pure white during that period.
“I’m close, I’m close, almost done, stay with me baby.” He leans his head into the crook of your neck, glasses slid down to the tip of his nose. He’s sweaty. It’s hot. His hips begin to stutter, pupils blown and panting like a dog. His cock twitches inside of you, and he finally cums, eyes screwed shut and whining. You’ve never seen him like that before. He pulls out, sighing as some of the cum he filled you with drips onto the floor.
“God, you were so good for me. Maybe next time I should command you more.” He chuckles lightly, helping you stand up and taking you over to his private bathroom in his office. He washes your hair and body, and you help wash his. He wraps you in one of the softest, fluffiest robes you've ever worn, and takes you to his couch, lying you down.
He gently kisses your forehead once he thinks you're asleep.
“I love you.”