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You could tell from the way Corbeau was pinching the bridge of his nose, the long sighs he let out, and the way he kept looking away from the stack of papers in front of him that it had been a long fucking day. Long enough that Philippe had long gone home over an hour ago, and Corbeau was left alone to handle any Syndicate business, you being just there for moral support at this point. Stubborn as he was, there was no way he'd be setting down his work any time soon, and you were getting impatient just sitting around his office, waiting on him to finally figure out he could stop. He was the boss after all, it's not like anyone would chase him down for late work.
So, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Getting up from where you were sat on the sofa in his office, you slowly walked up to his desk, leaning over it, one of your hands placed on a stack of papers holding it down. "Mr. Corbeau, don't you think it's a little rude to call someone into your office and then make them wait? I thought we had business to discuss." Quirking up an eyebrow, you kept your tone playful, your expression even more so, smiling coyly as he looked up at you. But he, on the other hand, just grumbled, sharp eyes flicking up to you briefly, all before settling back on the screen of his laptop. "Alright, let me put it this way — it's late, and I wanna go home. If you'd be so kind as to wrap it the fuck up, I'd be really appreciative." You did still have matters to discuss, needing to talk about the terms of that damn loan, and Corbeau was holding that up with his workaholic habits.
Corbeau groaned, leaning back so that he could close his eyes and rub one of his temples, the fingers of his other hand drumming against the desk, letting out a dramatic sigh before he opened his eyes again. "Have you ever noticed that if you stand there and distract me from my work it makes it harder to actually finish?" He swatted away your hand, the one that was on a stack of papers, taking them and tapping them against the desk to even out the stack. "So would you mind shutting the fuck up so I can work?"
Scoffing, you stood there, arms crossed, tapping your foot against the floor. Eyes narrow as you thought, you walked slowly as you rounded the desk, watching him go between hand writing notes and typing, stamping papers with his signature when needed, all before he focused back on correspondents between himself and higher up clientele. Delicately, you closed the laptop, careful not to close his fingers inside it, and you ignored the way he looked at you with his brows furrowed together, all the veins in his neck and forehead popping out as he glared up at you. Sliding his chair back, you took a seat on his desk, crossing your legs, blocking him from being able to access his desk.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Corbeau asked, a little bit of challenge in his voice. Like he'd let this slide if your answer was satisfactory enough. That wasn't how he actually worked, however, and you knew it, keeping your face neutral as you sat there, not giving any hint as to what was going through your head. "Oh, you're cute. See, I kinda like it when you think you can play boss around me, princess. However, that's not how this is gonna go, so either get the fuck offa my desk yourself, or I'll have you removed, and you'll have to wait to do business with me."
You hummed, taking a cigarette from the case on his desk, placing it between your lips to light it before placing it between his lips, stretching your leg out so that your ankle was resting on the back of his chair beside his head. "And you look even cuter when you get all huffy and shit when you know I've won. But, I'll talk in a language you know best, alright? The Rust Syndicate deals in favors, does it not?" Corbeau leaned back in his chair, narrowing his eyes, but he reached for the cigarette in his mouth, smoking it, the spot where your lips once were leaving a little bit of staining on the paper from your lip products. "I help you relax after a long, stressful day at the office, and you talk to me about the loan. Deal?"
"And what makes you think that I'll go for a shit offer like that? I can relax on my own, you know. I don't need some mouthy little brat who thinks she can talk back to me to wind down." You rolled your eyes, flipping him off, and Corbeau snickered, smiling to himself. "Tell me, how do you figure you'd get me to relax? I'd love to hear whatever idea was rolling around in that head of yours. You are a smart woman, so I'm sure it was quite creative." His words were truly drenched in venom and sarcasm as he spoke, taking a long drag of his cigarette, turning his head to blow the smoke out. Regardless, you smiled, pretending he said something nice and sweet, pulling your leg down, letting both your feet land on either side of his hips, pulling his chair just a bit closer to his desk by flexing your legs.
"Oh, just something to shut your brain off. Even for a bit," you said low and sultry, taking a bit of his hair and twirling it around your finger. "Though, I would think actions speak louder than words when it comes to something like that." Trailing your finger down his temple, you felt him shiver as you moved down his face and towards his neck, playing with his tie once you got past the collar of his shirt. "What do you say, Mr. Corbeau?"
"I say," he took a drag, blowing the smoke your way, "that you understand dealings here quite well. And if your offer is equal to the mental fortitude it'll take to discuss financial matters with you, then alright. You have yourself a deal."
"Wonderful," you praised, taking the mostly smoked cigarette from his lips, snuffing it out in the ash tray on his desk. "Now be a good boy and follow me," tugging on his tie, you used it as a leash to walk Corbeau around his own desk, letting him lean against the back of it, one hand on it for support. He was already stripped of his jacket, sleeves rolled up so he could work faster, and you liked being able to see the tattoos all over his forearms, like a little added bonus on top of all this. "Since this is to relax you, you don't need to do a thing," you whispered, snaking your hands around his waist and up his ribs, Corbeau groaning low in his chest as you did.
"Mmmm, you're gonna spoil me talking like that," he whispered back, and you felt it run down your spine, settling deep in your core. "Makes me wonder what you're gonna do, especially since you wanna bargain with me." Planting wet, open mouthed kisses under his ear, down his jaw, and on his neck, you listened to the little noises he made, feeling his hand find your lower back, resting there as you kept kissing down his skin.
"Don't get your hopes up, Boss. I just wanna suck your dick, that's all. But, I can make it worth your while, can't I?" Your hands raced up his back, gripping the fabric of his shirt, giggling as you kissed right along the edges of his shirt, just barely gracing his skin. It was the perfect launching point to kiss up his Adam's apple, feel it bob under your lips as he moaned and swallowed, all before you got to his lips, pulling him in for a messy kiss. His warm lips were eager to press against your own, his hand finding the back of your head to keep you there against him, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. You were more than happy to open your mouth, feel his tongue against your own, taste him as he kept desperately clinging to you.
You kissed him until your lips were swollen, pulling back when you needed to breathe properly, a string of it still connecting you both. Putting a hand on his chest, you felt him heaving, breathing as heavily, and you grabbed his tie, pulling him in for one last kiss, letting his lips sear themselves against your own, moving with your as you kissed sloppily, the wet sounds from your mouths loud in your ear. "You really are intoxicating," Corbeau slurred out when you both broke the kiss, kissing your cheek one last time before you started dropping to your knees.
"Remember that the next time I piss you off, handsome," you said the moment you were on your knees looking up at him, catching a glimpse of Corbeau rolling his eyes, loosening his tie a little as he did. From where you were he looked even better messed up like this, lips swollen and red from being kissed, cheeks a little flushed, and it was especially obvious as to why that was when you gripped his thighs, kissing the outline of his cock through his slacks, already half hard just from kissing you. "Too bad I think you're just as addictive. If I didn't I would have told you to fuck off ages ago." That got a little chuckle out of Corbeau, the backs of his fingers brushing over your cheek with fondness.
"You tell me to do that every single day, princess. Not sure why you're acting like you pretend to hate me each time I get a little mouthy with you." This time you rolled your eyes, opening your mouth and biting down softly around his shaft through the fabric, just enough to make him suck in a breath, but not nearly hard enough to hurt. "Pssh, guess I should be more careful given all the times you've threatened to bite my dick off when you're also telling me to fuck off." Snapping your teeth like a Carvanah, you giggled a little too devilishly, earning you a little flick to your temple. "Careful. I'm not above flipping the script." Those words set you back in line, taking his hand and kissing his palm, Corbeau content to let it rest in your hair for now.
The leather of his belt was soft, smelled expensive too, as you pulled part of it from the loops of his slacks, undoing the buckle with ease, pulling it free with a satisfyingly smooth sound. "I'm well aware of what you're capable of, Mr. Corbeau. Unfortunately, we've known each other long enough that you're well past the point of scaring me." He laughed at that one, and you knew he called your bluff instantly, but that was alright. You still had the upper hand here, button on his slacks popped, the zipper pulled down, all to let his fly fold open, revealing his still hardening cock under his boxers.
The way he hissed when you pulled down his pants and his boxers was sensational, his hand gripping the desk a little harder, knuckles white as you kissed the tip, smearing just a little dribble of precum on your bottom lip. Corbeau seemed to be impatient with his own body, gripping his shaft, stroking himself from base to tip, growing harder in his own hand. "There's something nice about you on your knees for me, and I didn't even have to ask this time. Maybe you are becoming a more obedient little pet, hm?" He smacked his cock against your cheek, leaving a string of precum on there, glistening in the office lights as it stretched from your skin to the tip. "Tell me, do you think I've done a good job earning the position of boss of the Rust Syndicate?"
"Pfft," you were about to tell him exactly what you thought, but you knew why he was asking. He loved having his fucking ego stroked. "I suppose. There's no one else I can see sitting in that seat, giving me a smarmy little smile, asking me to bend over the desk so they can fuck me, all to pay back a loan. No, you could do that." His grin was wide, proud even, and Corbeau let go of his cock, letting it rest against your face, hot and heavy, as he gripped your chin between his index finger and thumb, making you look up at him.
"No, they couldn't, could they? That truly does make you all mine." Corbeau spoke with a smile on his lips, the one where you could see the left side of his mouth curving up higher than the right, complete adoration and affection in his gaze. His nails brushed your skin as he made his way to gripping your hair, groaning as soon as he buried his fingers in it, tugging it softly.
Your hand rubbed his thighs, going up his slacks, all before they found the slight bit of bare skin exposed by his pants being pulled down around his thighs, raking your nails against it as you made your way between his legs. One hand wrapping around his shaft, holding his cock at the base, all so you could lick a stripe up from the bottom, along the vein there that always throbbed when he was turned on. And you felt it pulsing against your tongue as you made your way to the tip, where you swirled your tongue around it, all before taking it into your mouth. You sucked softly, allowing just a bit more of him into your mouth, adjusting to the size and girth as you used your other hand to stroke him.
Above you Corbeau had his head thrown back, moaning as he rolled his hips forward, hand gripping your hair tighter as he did to keep you in place. "Your mouth is so fucking warm…So fucking wet…" Taking in a deep breath, you went down a little lower on him, bobbing your head, focusing on getting your throat used to taking him. When you took a breath in, half way down his cock, you could smell him, that deep musky scent that was so strongly Corbeau that it made your head spin. The only part of him that felt raw, unmanicured, because frankly he wasn't presenting his dick out on the table during meetings. He didn't have to douse what was in his pants in cologne and make sure it looked perfect. No, this was a sight only for you. You enjoyed pulling back, looking at the way he twitched in your hand, his balls tightening as he did, his pubes recently trimmed, but not as neatly kept as one might expect.
"So fucking handsome," you whispered before taking him back in your mouth, your other hand coming to cup his balls, rolling them in your palm, Corbeau shuddering and bucking his hips the moment you did. Sloppy, wet sounds came from your mouth as you kept bobbing your head back and forth, his tip hitting the back of your throat just briefly before you had to pull back, the hand on his shaft twisting and stroking him to help get him off. His stomach sucked in each time you pulled up, Corbeau sucking in and hissing from the pleasure of it, hallowing your cheeks to add to the sensation, drool pooling around the base of his cock and your hand as you kept at it.
Eventually, you took your hand away, sucking in a breath, holding it as you sank down on him, nose finally buried in his pubes, rolling your eyes back the moment you felt him slide down the back of your throat. Corbeau groaned loudly, cursing under his breath, snapping his hips up as he pulled at your hair, forcing you up his shaft, all before slamming you down again. "That's it, atta girl. You know exactly how to fucking take me, don't you?" You moaned softly, involuntarily, as you heard the praise, tears in your eyes as you looked up at him, Corbeau brushing them away with his thumb before he grabbed hold of the desk again. "Wanna give me all that attitude, and yet the first chance you get you have my cock buried deep in that tight throat of yours…You're the most perfect, precious thing in the world, sweetheart."
Your lungs burned from not being able to breathe, both hands flying to hold onto the back of his desk to keep yourself from toppling into him as he fucked your throat, hips fucking into you at a steady rhythm. There really isn't quite like the feeling of being used until your throat was raw, how Corbeau lost himself entirely as he moaned loudly, unrestrained, torso sucked in as the only sign that he was concentrating on making it last a little longer. "Good girl, so good, letting me use your fucking mouth like this…One day I'll need to have you under my desk, ready for me to use whenever I get stressed. Bet that would help with getting work done," he let out a strangled chuckle, cut off by his own moan.
His hips kept slamming into your chin, and you were struggling, unable to breathe at all, choked completely with his dick down your throat. That lightheaded, weightless feeling that came with a lack of oxygen started to creep in, tears streaming down your face from the burn, your jaw sore from all the effort this took. "Need to breathe, sweetheart?" You looked up at him, nodding as best you could, and Corbeau chuckled, taking his hand out of your hair briefly to stroke your wet cheek. "How cute…Choking yourself on my cock like that…Don't worry, I won't make you suffer too much." Preparing to come off him, you were slammed back down by his hand, only yanked off him forcefully with a tug of your hair, gasping for air the moment you could, choking on the spit and drool left in your mouth.
Everything around him was soaked — his tip, shaft, and balls all glistening, and you tried swallowing some of it down between breathing, spitting it out on the floor when you couldn't. "Fucker…too damn rough…" you got out, voice raw and hoarse, but Corbeau was a little more gentle as he guided you back down, rolling your eyes back as you moaned the moment you felt him on your tongue again.
"Not like you care too much, do you?" Corbeau was taunting you, acting high and mighty, but even you knew he was close, twitching and throbbing in your throat, meaning your little game would be over soon. "No, you know I'll be soft when it counts," he grunted out, slamming his hips up, you letting out a whine as you felt your jaw get pushed back a bit. Completely lost in him, eyes locked on his as he fucked your face, hallowing your cheeks when needed, feeling his cock heavy and weighty on your throat and tongue, you just wanted him. You just wanted that feeling of him using you.
"'M close…'M really close…" he muttered, switching from fucking you hard and fast, to letting go of your hair, allowing you to come off him for a second, catching your breath. You were able to recover before kissing up and down his shaft, licking it from base to tip, all before going down on him, bobbing your head, getting to catch your breath as you went. "Jus'…Jus' like that…Good girl, so good for me, princess…Really, I'm not letting you go, I'm not…No one else should ever get to feel this…" He was rambling, Corbeau right on the edge, and you helped him along, doing the best you could, cupping his balls and rolling them just to try and get him over the finish line.
It only took a few more bobs of your head for him to cum, Corbeau stroking through your hair gently as he did. Rolling his hips, fucking your throat as he rode out his orgasm, cum splashing on your tongue as he did. It was warm as it filled you, swallowing it down with ease, all before you came off him with a loud pop, panting and dazed as you wiped your face clean with your sleeve.
"Was that…" you panted heavily, watching him stuff himself back in his pants, fixing them as you stayed there on the marble floor, your knees killing you. "Was that enough for you to fucking talk to me now? Or was your cum my only shot at getting dinner at a reasonable hour given you'll be straight back to work?" He laughed a little, fixing his glasses and running his hand through his bangs, shaking his head. "Be so fucking serious, Corbeau…" You felt like you were going to combust, defeated from the fact he wasn't even going to entertain you today. "Shoulda actually bitten your dick off…"
"Fuck off, you're not bold enough to do it. Besides, what would you ride when you're so fucking horny and pent up that you're shoving me back against my chair, huh?" His little remark was a little too smart to get more of a response than you flipping him off, all before you tried getting up. But his hand on your shoulder kept you down, making you glare up at him. "Ah, ah, ah. I'm not in the mood to do business anymore. But the Rust Syndicate does deal in favors. And now, I owe you a rather large one, wouldn't you say?"
"Perhaps…" You narrowed your eyes, not trusting him in the slightest, even as he kept petting through your hair. "Where's this going?"
"Tit for tat. I need to close up my office, of course, but once I do…I have my apartment upstairs. And my bed doesn't look complete unless you're in it, now does it?" You swallowed thickly, nodding, feeling the heat between your legs becoming more and more unbearable. "Atta girl. Now, go upstairs and get ready for me. Your mouth for mine, and I'll show you what else mine is good for, aside from smooth talking."
Rising off the marble floor, your knees on fire, you were still able to move quickly thanks to the excitement of anticipation, heading for the elevator. It wasn't what you hoped for, of course, but nothing exactly beats having the leader of the Rust Syndicate between your legs, putting all his talents to good use, all after giving him a taste of yours.