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There’s this look he gets when you know it’s about to happen.
Kepler storms out of Mr. Cutter’s office, his eyes narrowed and dark, shoulders tense and on edge, a lock in his jaw as he attempts to keep the better of his emotions under control. You don’t know what goes on in those meetings that gets him like this, but you know the outcome for you is always the same.
“Jacobi” is all he says, low and more like a growl than anything.
“On it” you reply quicker than necessary, getting up and following him out. Maxwell pretends she doesn’t pay attention and try and pry out what is happening. She likes her disassociated appearance too much to show genuine interest in something other than robots.
Kepler leads you somewhere different every time it seems. Unlocked storage closet, just emptied meeting room, even an unlocked car once that was definitely not his. It doesn’t matter where you end up though, the moments leading up are always the same.
This time it’s an office with the name “Debra Ramos” on it and you can’t help but feel a little bad for it as you’re shoved backwards onto her desk, sending a stapler crashing to the floor by accident. Kepler looks at it briefly before he turns his glare back up to you, something contempt enough to send shivers up your spine.
“I think you’ll be picking that up now, Mr. Jacobi” you cock your head a little, a thin challenging smile on your lips as you start to lean up and reach over. He puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you, “Oh no, not with your hands”
It’s not even ten minutes before you’re leaned over on the floor, gripping the sharp tasting metal handle of the stapler with your teeth to try and cover up your moans and pants as Kepler seemingly tries to fuck you hard enough that you fall over. Your nose is pressed to the floor and your knees are aching from where they are rocking back and forth with the force of his thrusts. He’s got both your arms gripped behind you, his nails sinking into your skin in a way that he could definitely not be but he does it anyways. You think he likes the marks he makes, it’s the closest thing to beating the shit out of you, and this one satisfies a lot more of his needs to psychologically torment someone.
“Why now I think you’ve made a mess of Ms. Ramos’ property” he chides casually, making a 'tsk' sound with his teeth. You want to roll your eyes but you don’t have that much control over your facial expressions when he leans over you to suck a bruise onto the back of your neck. He’s on you more and that means he’s deeper in you which brings a whole new vocabulary of groans into your throat. He grabs you by the hair and lifts your head up painfully, leaving a trail of saliva off your lip. “Tongue out, Jacobi” he growls in your ear. You almost finish then and there but he’s been careful not to give you too much pleasure along with all the pain.
You open your mouth and aren’t prepared for him to drag his finger along your leaking cock and then smear it on your tongue. You flinch back, your mouth trying to snap shut but he’s faster. “Nuh uh” he whispers with almost a twinge of laugh in his voice. He’s got his nail digging into your tongue and it hurts like fuck. Your attempts to move away from it get your face planted to the floor, the coppery taste of blood in your mouth as your whole body shivers from the discomfort and consistent throbbing pain.
You had different ways you rated pain. In order: explosion burn, gunshot wound, non-lethal spaceship crash, and Warren Kepler . Right now Warren Kepler was going for a solid level of ‘living up to his name’ because there were few people who could fuck you near senseless while making you pulsate in pain.
“Now” Kepler breathed out casually, catching his breath while taking his finger from your mouth and slowing his pace to something slow and deliberate. “Let’s try that again, shall we?” you catch your breath and pull your face off the floor and swallow down the bit of blood still lingering. You take a deep breath, focusing yourself. If your erection wasn’t throbbing painfully between your legs you would punch him in the face and walk out.
Oh who were you kidding. You’d let him fuck you anytime, just like you had been for the last few months.
“I asked you a question?” Kepler reminded you. You swallow down your pride and put on your most ‘I’m not on the verge of screaming like a cheap whore’ voice.
“Yes, sir ?”
“Are we ready to try this again?”
“ Yes ”
“Good. Now put your tongue out for me” he runs a hand down your side and slides it down to your cock, giving you a good stroke that helps balance out the pain. You open your mouth in a way that’s still comfortable, knowing he’s probably going to keep you like that for awhile. “I’m glad you finally learned your place” you can practically see the demeaning smile on his face it’s so heavy in his voice.
He grips you by the hair again and glides you down to the handle of the stapler, running your tongue up it and licking up the cold saliva still on it. It was disgusting, no way around it. You swear you weren’t like this with any of the other people you had slept with. Not like you had slept with anyone since Kepler started his impromptu rough fucking sessions started, but still, it wasn’t like you. It was just that you either played it Kepler’s way, or the hard way. You could walk away at any time, but if you wanted to play, it wasn’t the sort of thing where you could do aftercare critiques.
“You like being used like this?” Kepler growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. This was the part where it got real, everything else could be considered gentle up until this part. “Should I have you clean the floor while you’re down there?” his hand is on your cock now and he’s furiously pumping you to the point where you know you won’t hold out long. “I wish I had you in Cutter’s office earlier, think you’d like me to share you with him or just make you stare him down while I humiliate you?” that one definitely struck a cord with you. Not so much being fucked in front of your boss, that you could do without. But the fact that someone would see Kepler claim you. That small bit of connection, not out of love or fidelity, but just of the simple act of lustful possession.
You let out a low groan and try and keep yourself together but it’s becoming increasingly impossible to do.
“Sir, I’m-” you breathe, licking your lips as you started to pant, his hand working too effectively on your cock and your twitching hips only encouraging him to fuck you more mercilessly.
“What? You like the idea of me disciplining you? Are you so desperate to get fucked you’ll just take punishment without complaining? I think there’s something wrong with you Daniel, I think you’ll stay here and let me do what I want even when there’s nothing in it for you” there is something terribly wrong with you, and it absolutely has everything to do with him. You should have sensed the warning in those words and the way he let you get one of your arms back so you could get some sort of leverage to hold yourself up as he jerked you until you came on your own knees and on the floor.
It feels like your whole body has been thrown into one of your explosions. One big white hot mess that destroys everything it touches in a blinding light that vibrates every cell of your body with the aftershocks. You barely register the fact that you’re being far too loud. You also don’t realize the new problem is that Kepler hasn’t stopped fucking you or taken his hand off your spent cock. There’s a small dark laugh that means nothing good for you.
The pleasure turns to a sharp prick of over stimulation very quickly, and in that one second you’re thrown from pleasured moans to desperate cries.
“S- Sto” you cough out, nails scratching down the linoleum of the floor as your body is wracked with spasms you can only compare to having a conscious seizure.
“You’re free to pull your other arm out and get away, but just know I haven’t finished Jacobi” the noise is being caught and sputtered in your throat as you screw your face up from the abuse your body is taking. Kepler let’s go of your other arm and you put it down beside you. You could get up and he would stop. You could get up, walk away, never come back. You could even get up and blow him to finish him off, but you know you wouldn’t, and so did he. The worst of his games in your opinion, the one where the two of you both know you’d subjugate yourself and writhe for him because he liked it and you wanted him to like you.
He leans over you again, knowing you’ll stay down for him. He’s kissing your neck, he’s whispering how good you are in your ear, he’s spoiling you and you’re loving it. He wraps a hand around your mouth now to keep you quiet enough as he breathes heavier, reaching his own orgasm. He cums in you, he presses himself up inside you and you feel the sticky wetness gather up. He keeps himself in until he goes soft and then pulls out.
You move for what feels like the first time in ages, every part of your body screaming in pain and abuse. All you can manage to do is roll onto your back and breathe as Kepler gets himself together, not hesitating to end the moment and get back to normal. He’s not the kind of man to linger on anything.
“She’s already gone home for the day, you won’t be disturbed” is all he says, his voice short and contempt like usual. Somehow he slips out the door without opening it even an inch wider than necessary. How charming.
You lay your head back and blow out a slow sigh. You’ve really got to stop doing this. You know it won’t make a difference though, you do say it every time afterall.