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This shit was really unbelievable.
Just this morning, you had collapsed onto the floor of your apartment after finishing a grueling night of overtime. Hand still throbbing from logging blood samples, cross-referencing Raccoon City Syndrome data, and managing sensitive paperwork that always seemed to fall on you at the last minute.
Originally, you had called in sick with the intention of getting a few hours of sleep, perhaps even catching up on books that were stacking up on the bookshelf.
However, over the phone, the receptionist had told you the care center was quite understaffed for tonight. So, there wasn’t any way you could stay home now, especially with what she had also told you:
“Dr. Gideon specifically requested you for tonight to handle tomorrow's briefing, I swear it! He keeps talking about how capable you are.”
It always was like this.
You’d take a break and end up coming back to deal with mountains of endless work because you were “Capable.”
It didn’t make sense. With a busy man like him, multiple assistants were handling other chunks of work.
Sure, you would hate him for it. Perhaps even write to HR about how unfair he was being.
And yet, you didn’t. Because being capable felt nice…validating. Perhaps that’s why you haven’t done anything about this whole situation.
All because of this silly and embarrassing weakness you had always been vulnerable to.
Praise.
“Good girl.”
“You’re doing so well.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so dedicated to their job.”
“Please, keep up the work, my precious assistant.”
Those words from your boss, constantly echoed in your head. Sending a familiar and humiliating warmth between your legs that made you feel absolutely ashamed of yourself.
He was so much older than you, and not to mention your boss, an obvious inconvenience to this little crush of yours.
Regardless, it didn’t change the fact that you had piles of work to complete if there was any chance to get an ounce of sleep.
As you were diligently typing that report, there was the sound of footsteps coming towards you. Looking over your shoulder, you could see Dr. Gideon himself standing near your workspace, with a look you couldn’t quite read since he had his visor on.
“Is there something you need, sir?”
Letting out a small hum, his hands trailed against the edges of your desk, “Nothing at all, my dear, there’s just business that needs attending to, I’m sure you’ll be able to handle yourself for a bit while I’m gone.”
“Y-Yes, of course, I’ll be fine.” You swallowed.
“Thank you, my Dear, I do apologize for springing this shift on you at the last minute. I just feel terrible.”
The warmth began sneaking up again, causing your thighs to rub together. “Like I said…I’ll be fine.”
His hands crept away from the desk, moving to place his own hand against your own.
In vain, you tried to pull away, but his hand was large enough to practically cover yours. Strangely, it felt warm, almost comforting, but as quickly as it started, he pulled away.
“I’ll be heading out now. Do make sure you finish up that report for tomorrow.”
“Right…” You nodded, watching him walk out of the room, the warmth between your legs still present even though he had left.
“Stupid.” Mumbling to yourself, cupping your own face out of embarrassment, “Obviously, he wasn’t going to make a move.”
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“I hate how badly I want that to happen…”
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Rain hissed against the stone-tiled floor as Victor walked down the last few steps of the care center, hood raised up with the heavy suitcase steady in his grip.
Walking towards his lavish black car, he spared a glance towards the building, curling a faint smile under his hood.
You were still in there, hunched over your desk, hand aching and fighting exhaustion. He knew it was cruel of him to overwork such a sweet and understanding woman as you.
Though there was a hint of amusement he felt seeing you so embarrassed, giving him such pretty reactions, all from his hand covering your own.
While most bosses would brush off such a reaction or even tell you to quit acting such a way, he personally wouldn’t do such a thing. Not by a long shot. Especially with the fact that he reciprocates your feelings…differently.
Your crush on him was endearing, like that of a college girl falling in love with her professor who gave her such validating praise on an exam she studied so hard for. Perhaps it wasn’t a completely innocent crush, it was still indeed the most precious thing he loved witnessing.
For him, though?
His feelings towards you were…much deeper, even calling it a simple crush would be underestimating just how infatuated he had become with you.
You were indeed brilliant, as your research over the years, outstanding college transcript, and breathtaking resume would suggest.
By the time he’d request a change to his complex schedule at eight in the morning, you’d have it all in order within twenty minutes or less. All while you were still busy managing patients' medical history or cleaning up an examination room.
Even with the many assistants he had that did their own tasks fairly well, you seemed to be the most competent. However, despite your brilliance and obedience, you were very vulnerable.
Anything he said to do, you’d do it.
All for simple “good jobs” and “keep up the good work” that would seem like the bare minimum to any normal person, but to him, you were far from normal. In fact, he’d say you were more fascinating than any experiment he's worked on for the past years of his life.
Personally, he wanted to dissect every inch of your psyche, to witness how dedicated and loyal you were to playing your part as his assistant. Perhaps, even experiment firsthand how far you’d be willing to go for those praises you loved so much.
He desperately wished to get closer to you, to just see how much more he could discover about you, but he was your boss and the care center's director. Meaning he had to remain professional.
Unfortunately, with how slow things were moving along, he knew you wouldn’t act upon this little crush of yours. So, to move things further along…he had to take matters into his own hands.
Gripping onto the car's door handle, he opened it, lowering himself into the driver's seat and placing his suitcase onto the seat beside him before shutting the door. The sound of heavy rain transformed into a comforting pitter-patter against the outside of the car.
Taking his phone out from the pocket of his coat, he entered an app containing a plethora of different camera angles. All livestreaming what seemed to be a person's apartment.
Although, they weren’t just anybody's apartment.
It was your apartment.
All installed and implemented by his own hands, naturally, it was an easy task for him, considering he did have the information on where you lived within your file.
Getting in was just as easy too, as you were quite the trusting and naive girl to even leave out your stuff so carelessly into the open.
You were about to head home one fateful night and needed to use the restroom, with your purse placed on top of your desk. Victor made quick haste to grab your keys from your open bag.
After copying it, he returned it an hour later, watching as you frantically searched for them under your desk, which he admittedly did find amusing.
For a while, he only ever watched you through the cameras, capturing the ways you acted outside of work. And he was satisfied with that.
He took it as seriously as watching any test subject that needed to be studied, taking diligent notes on their behavior, habits formed, and little hobbies they would develop over time.
Regardless, data alone from cameras wasn’t enough, no…he needed to be closer.
He had to breathe the exact air you breathed, touch the things you had touched, and tonight would finally be the night he would do just exactly that.
Your shift provided a perfect opening for him to enter and study the space without worrying about you catching him in the act.
After a careful and precise look at every camera within the apartment, he confirmed to himself that nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Sighing in relief, he shut the phone off before sliding it back into his pocket.
Sliding the keys into the ignition, he looked up at the visor in front of him.
As the car's engine roared to life, he pulled it down, revealing a candid shot of you walking out of your apartment. Hair undone with a couple of strands sticking out, uniform, all creased up from a tiring shift you had the night before, with a coffee in hand, clutched tightly.
He exhaled through his nose, feeling his heart racing, he truly couldn’t believe that someone as precious as you could be his very soon.
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Victor's heavy footsteps echoed within the quiet halls, a slight hum of satisfaction left his mouth as he finally reached your door number.
418.
Facing forward to the door frame, he pulled out the house key he had copied, sliding it into the lock with ease.
And with the sound of a click, it was unlocked.
Pulling it out, he slid it back in his pocket, having to duck his head in once he stepped inside, his tall stature causing him to nearly reach the ceiling. Then again, that wasn’t much of an inconvenience to him, after all, tonight was about you.
He quickly closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it, with the intent of making sure nobody disturbed him as he was collecting such important data.
Walking into the living room, he had already noticed a couple of things right away, such as your shoes left carelessly near the entrance, a bag slumped onto the floor, and a trash can filled to the brim with garbage just near the kitchen.
“How careless.” He murmured, not necessarily in a criticizing tone, but simply noting an observation.
Moving on, he set his suitcase against a couch that looked like it had seen better days, with a few stains on the arm and seats, which, he assumed, was wine due to the slight purplish red tint.
Pulling his visor off, he ever so gently placed it onto the coffee table, which simply contained the TV’s remote control, a bowl filled with candy, and a mug with cold coffee halfway filled.
Although noticing a small crack in the door right near the TV, his pupils dilated with excitement.
Your room.
While Victor considered himself a gentleman and was well-mannered, just for tonight, he brushed all that away, none of which was important for tonight.
Without any hesitation, he took a step forward and paused once he placed a hand on the door, slowly pushing the door open wide enough for him to slip inside.
Immediately, there was a hit of a familiar scent he swore he smelled before, specifically at the office. Slightly flicking his forked tongue out, he licked his lips, inhaling through his nose.
As much as he was tempted to find the source of the smell, there wasn’t any rush, not when there was so much yet to discover.
Running a hand through his long and messy silverish gray hair, he calmed himself, turning his head to the side. He noticed a desk that was near the window.
The desk itself was fairly messy, with unopened water bottles that were either half full or empty, some bottle caps being left on the floor, while some were right next to the plastic bottles, which were clearly chewed on.
Signs of stress and anxiety he gathered, mentally jotting that down, the rest of the area contained a mug used as a pencil cup, a couple of used hair ties, sticky notes that contained reminders on an open laptop, and an obvious fake plant for the decor.
Among these items, one particularly caught his attention, which was placed right next to the laptop, a book that had a cover of “Romeo and Juliet.” He hadn’t quite pegged you for Shakespeare, let alone someone who enjoyed the classics.
As he picked it up, the book immediately slid off the dust cover.
Out of curiosity, he set the cover aside on the desk and picked the book back up, noticing the design. As the front contained fuzzy handcuffs at the center, with lace and flowers filling the rest of the cover.
Turning it over, there was a summary of the story.
While he wasn’t familiar with this type of genre, from what he could understand, it was romance, but rather more intense than any sappy love story.
The protagonist goes through what she can describe as a forbidden yet exciting affair with her boss, who was older than her and married. The power imbalance was clear, but her lack of any experience regarding love amused her boss, causing him to take even more interest in her as he intends to “ruin” her for any guy her age she’ll meet after him.
Victor intended to simply skim through it, but with an amused huff, he noticed certain pages were tagged with bright sticky tabs. Specifically, the pages containing smut.
Now this. This was definitely something he had expected from you. While he admitted the story was cliché, he couldn’t say he was surprised at this. With a type of woman like you, it was expected you’d want to indulge in these cute fantasies, especially with this little crush.
Clicking his tongue in a rhythmic pattern, he let out a chuckle, “My little assistant…who knew you would be so perverted.”
Which reminded him of something he’d been meaning to look for ever since he arrived at the apartment.
Setting the book down, he brought his attention over to your bed, which had an appealing floral design and color. Caressing his hands on the soft sheets, they trailed over to the wooden headboard and eventually to your nightstand.
Pulling the first drawer open, containing an array of items that seemed innocent enough. Containing your reading glasses, jewelry, a portable charger you’d forgotten to take to work and an assortment of junk.
Once he closed it back up, he opened the second one below it.
Inside, there was a vibrator, a simple matte-black bullet vibrator which was no bigger than a tube of lipstick with its speed settings slightly altered.
Of course, he wasn’t phased by the sight of such an object, as he’d seen you pleasure yourself with it countless times on the camera.
All of which was for the sake of his data.
From what he could determine on this object alone, it was clear the sexual frustration was all there, laid out in front of him.
With this crush you had on him, lead you to rely on smut and self-pleasure to just indulge in this fantasy you were too shy to even make a reality.
“Poor girl…” He could only bring himself to say.
Monitoring you over the cameras, he could see just how desperate you were for someone to just take care of you. To let someone take control of your own pleasure for once, instead of doing everything by yourself.
Oh, how he’d do all of that and so much more.
While the toy was understandably used to relieve that stress and loneliness, every time he watched you use it, it always made him so envious.
Envious of relying on such a thing when he’d be more than happy to give you pleasure and make you forget all of your troubles. While he was a large man, he knew you could handle him with enough time and practice.
Of course not with any toys…No…He’d make you take his fingers, which he’d admit were much larger than the average man's, but perhaps that’d just excite you more.
And after all that? He’d take you in so deep and so rough, having you sit on his lap as he’d pulled you down by your hips to take every inch of his aching cock, all the way down to the base.
Ruining and claiming you to the point you’d never be satisfied by any man or toy again.
He let out a grunt, feeling himself grow an uncomfortable ache in his pants, as the thought of taking you in such a manner got him all hard. Fuck…He truly couldn’t take it anymore.
Noticing another door which was slightly opened, he could tell that the familiar scent that he had been so curious over was most definitely in there.
Taking a few steps forward, he walked inside, looking to see that it was a regular old bathroom that smelled of lavender. Which most definitely wasn’t that aroma he had been looking for, as he could see the air freshener plugged in near the mirror.
Though immediately he noticed a laundry basket on the corner.
Walking closer towards it, he could feel his heart race and the uncomfortable strain of his pants getting tighter.
Lifting the lid revealed an assortment of clothes you had worn, all covered in your scent and musk.
Immediately, he grabbed the first thing he saw, which was a college t-shirt you had worn to bed last night. And without a second thought or hesitation, he brought the fabric towards his face, pressing the inside of the collar against his nose to inhale the fabric deeply.
Your scent instantly hit him like a train, as he recognized it immediately. Warm skin, the citrus of your shampoo, and natural musk from a long day at work.
As he pulled the shirt away from his face, he let out a low, satisfied hum, pleased to have found the source of the scent.
Although your fragrance had simply caused him to get even more aroused, the aching in his manhood. All of which was caused by your fragrance, and while yes, the footage he’d seen on the cameras of you pleasuring yourself got him aroused.
The scent of you alone was enough to make the control he had coming in here begin to slowly fade away.
Hissing slightly from the ache in his manhood, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
He needed relief badly.
After dropping the shirt on the floor, he quickly searched for something else.
And finally, once he retrieved it, he let out a satisfied smirk. In his hands, were a pair of lacey black panties, complete with a bow in the middle. There wasn’t a boyfriend in the picture, and there wasn’t any special occasion that required you to wear such a thing, considering most of the time you were too busy with work.
There was, however, one day at work when you were particularly shy, he remembered how you’d tug at the hem of your skirt and how you’d avoid eye contact with him. Avoiding him for nearly the whole day, and to think you were wearing these adorable panties just for him…got him more than hot and bothered.
Walking back into your room, he took a seat on your bed that was way too small for him to even rest on lying back, even for a queen-sized bed.
Taking his phone out from his pocket, he opened the app, which contained live footage of you from the cameras, as he chose one recording from a particular night of stressful work.
Quickly, he unbuckled his belt, undoing his trousers and let out a soft groan as he could feel his cock practically slap against his stomach.
Pre-Cum was already oozing from the tip, his balls heavy with cum and his manhood twitching for relief.
Setting his phone on his lap, he began playing the video.
There you laid on the bed, all covered and cozy in the sheets, although you weren’t exactly comfortable. Tossing and turning, there was just no way you could fall asleep.
Sitting up, you hesitated for a bit when you looked over at the nightstand, as you bought that toy with the intention of using it just once, but it quickly began becoming quite the little addiction, especially with this crush worsening day after day.
After a beat, you quickly opened the drawer to reach in for the toy.
“Fuck..” You mumbled, setting it down in between your legs, you began to undress.
While the footage was taken from the corner of your bedroom, the quality of the footage was crisp and sharp. All the best for you after all.
He began rubbing his tip with the palm of his hand in a circular motion, with your panties in his left hand, he tried to pace himself. Considering it was a rare opportunity for him to even relieve himself in such a manner, especially in your bedroom, no less.
As you laid against the headboard, the vibrator was against your clit and eventually switched on. Immediately you let out an adorable squeal from your throat, the pleasure hitting you so hard you slightly jumped.
Pulling it away, your cheeks burned with embarrassment.
With your fingers trembling, you lowered the settings to something more gentler, something you could handle without feeling so pathetic.
Trying once more, you could feel the sensation was a lot steadier and more bearable than the previous settings. Even if it was low, it still felt good, very good…
“F-Fuck…Shit…” Your breathy moans filled the room as the buzzing of the vibrator was barely audible from the video, but of course, he could still see those adorable expressions you made as you lowered yourself back into the bed.
Victor breathed heavily, beginning to stroke himself with slow and lazy pumps, watching as your free hand moved to grope your right breast.
Fuck did he wish to have them in his hands at this very moment. To be able to squeeze and flick his tongue against those sensitive and perky nipples of yours. Watching as you’d give him such sweet and pretty reactions.
He only ever did feel them once, a memory he savored despite nothing explicit actually happening. As you two were in a rather cramped elevator, on the way up to a meeting, as some other employees were in a rush to get to their own destinations.
Standing right next to him, you held files of medical paper in hand with your arms squeezed in tightly, hoping to preserve whatever space you had.
Once the elevator had stopped, people began shoving each other aside, quickly making their way out.
During the commotion, someone had shoved you from behind, hard enough to knock you off balance. Which had caused your breast to briefly brush against his arm.
Your face grew red, stammering with apologies as you were naturally embarrassed by the interaction. He had pretended not to notice and offered a calm and polite nod, but in reality he had savored that moment.
Gosh…if only you two were alone in that elevator that day.
He would’ve pulled you in closer, looking down at what he’d assume would be your stunned expression. His hand would move under your armpit to grope your breast, squeezing it ever so gently. He knew you wouldn’t mind it, in fact, he’d imagine you’d press your body even closer to him, considering you didn’t exactly pull yourself away when you were shoved towards him.
*Fap, Fap, Fap*
He’d then push you against the wall, causing the files to fall from your hand and onto the floor.
You’d be surprised by how rough he would be, with his grip on both of your wrists and his free hand making quick work to undo your blouse. Immediately, he’d lean in to place soft kisses against your skin, trailing them over to your nipples, flicking his forked tongue to latch onto those sensitive buds.
His pace eventually quickened from the thought, stroking himself faster as the video kept playing.
With the footage showing you face down and ass up on your bed, your need for release had increased with the vibrator's settings adjusted higher this time. Nothing too extreme yet, but it was enough to get you craving for more.
Having to make do with the lack of insertion, you had to stick the handle of a hairbrush inside your cunt, as you didn’t own a second toy and still needed the vibrator to make you cum.
Your eyes rolled back from the feeling of such an intense sensation, as the handle wasn’t exactly the shape of a cock, but enough to stimulate a close feeling towards it. Not that you’d actually know what it’d feel like, considering you weren’t too experienced…
“Damn it…God…” You moaned, embarrassed that this is what you resorted to filling yourself with, a goddamn hairbrush handle.
Groaning, Victor clenched the panties he still had in hand, and almost immediately lifted them up against his nose. Inhaling your natural musk from your cunt, slightly licking them as he continued to stroke himself.
While he’d rather have his faced shoved in between your legs, tasting directly into the source as he had his hair pulled further in by your loving hands, he had to sadly make due and sniff your panties to just chase his release.
What would you even say? Knowing you, perhaps you’d be in shock rather than immediately say anything, though you’d eventually walk towards him as his eyes would lock your own. His strokes not stopping, as you’d blush in embarrassment, getting on your knees to watch as he would grip a chunk of your hair so you’d be able to take his load when he’d finish.
You’d like it to be able to be put in your place and let him take control.
But…maybe you’d look at him in disgust and call him a pervert?
It’s not like he’d get angry at you if you wanted to, after all, you had every right to degrade him in such a manner. Perhaps you’d make him sit on his knees to get him to beg for forgiveness as your shoe grinded against his aching bulge as punishment?
“F-Forgive me…my dear…” He mumbled, his voice muffled by your panties as he could feel his cock twitching, as he was clearly aching to cum.
*Fap, Fap, Fap*
“I don’t deserve to inhale your sweet musk…”
He could hear you getting closer from the video, mumbling your moans through a pillow, your hands eventually gave out. The hairbrush's handle was still inside you while the bullet vibrator was pressed tightly against your overstimulated clit.
Your legs shook from the feeling, as it was getting harder to keep yourself steady in this position. Giving up, you eventually plopped yourself against the mattress on your stomach. The hairbrush sliding out as the vibrator sent rushes of pleasure, you didn’t even care if you were being so vocal anymore.
All you wanted was to cum so badly.
“Fuck! Fuck!” You whined, drooling with your eyes rolled back, “Please…Oh god…”
Your face was already so flushed from how close you were getting, and just thinking about him…your boss, who could only see you as a girl who couldn’t even talk back, was getting you even closer to that edge.
“D-Dr Gideon…”
His eye widened, letting out a powerful groan as he arched himself forward to adjust himself, the phone dropping to the floor. But he couldn’t even care less, giving your panties one last sniff, he wrapped the lacey fabric around his cock.
“Fuck…you little…minx.”
Instantly, he came.
The orgasm had hit him hard, thick ropes of cum spilled inside the fabric, pulse after pulse, his hips jerked uncontrollably. Hissing through his teeth, he could hear the sound of your sweet moans as you finally came.
*Fap…Fap…Fap*
He finally slowed his pace, letting out a huff of exhaustion.
Pulling his hand away from his cock, he looked over at his palm, noticing it was slightly stained with cum, as the majority of it ended up staining your panties.
Naturally, he couldn’t just leave these here like this, not with them all stained and used like this.
So, as a solution…he simply decided to keep them.
“My deepest apologies, my dear…I promise I’ll replace them as soon as I can.” He reached over to a box of tissues set on the nightstand, grabbed a few, and cleaned himself. Letting out a sigh, he stood up, fixing himself up before throwing the used tissues into the trash.
Slipping the stained panties in his pocket, he bent over to pick up his phone, which he had dropped from earlier, as he could see you were exhausted from your own orgasm.
Your face was against the pillow, your fingers clenching onto the sheets as the vibrator was still buzzing against your clit. He wondered if you were either passed out or just tired, as a night like that was intense, even for you.
Exiting the footage, he switched to a live feed, not in your own home but in the care center, as he had placed it near your work station. And there he saw you.
Hunched over you desk, working hard and slightly nodding off to sleep before quickly giving your head a shake.
The contrast was quite striking.
The same woman who had stayed overtime, all because of a little bit of praise, was the very same woman he had just watched giving in to her base instincts.
“My dear…” He whispered, his breath shaking, despite relieving himself just moments ago. Dark and hungry thoughts about you began clouding his mind.
Zooming in on the camera closer, he licked his lips, drinking in every exhausted flutter of your lashes.
“Forgive me, my dear, when the time does come…” Breathe trembling, he reached for his visor on the table, examining it before sliding it back on his face.
“I will do my best to be as gentle as possible…”
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