Claire's heart was racing as her hand hovered over Albert Wesker's belt. The smooth silver buckle shined even in the dim lighting of the S.T.A.R.S office. The voice in the back of her head told her to stop – blowing her brother's boss in his office wasn't okay – but the heat between her thighs told her to stay.
Wesker tucked a finger underneath Claire's jaw and she shuddered lightly.
“Well? Don't keep me waiting, dearheart.” The older man purred.
Claire's heart fluttered in her chest. There was something about that voice that wiped every doubt out of her mind. Her fingers went to undo his belt, making quick work of the button on his perfectly ironed slacks to reveal the black boxer briefs underneath. His cock was hard already, perfectly outlined in the jersey knit of his boxers. Claire brushed the back of her fingers against it timidly, eliciting a soft sigh from the older man. She wet her lips, dipping her fingers inside his underwear and freeing his cock from it's cotton prison.
She nuzzled against him lightly, wrapping her hand around the base. He was hard, thick and hot, and she loved the way he felt against her skin.
“Good girl.” Wesker's gloved hand curled into her hair lightly. “Worship me.”
A soft groan escaped from Claire's throat as she rubbed her nose against Wesker's sensitive flesh in response as her hand squeezed rhythmically. She knew in the back of her head the longer that they were holed up in the office, the more likely her brother would be looking for her when they returned. She would need a good excuse, but the heat throbbing between her legs made it hard to keep that train of thought.
“Y-yes, sir.” Claire was almost surprised to hear her voice shudder. She always considered herself such a strong, independent woman – but here, on her knees in front of her brother's boss, she was quivering.
“You may address me as Captain.” He twisted his hand into her hair further, pulling her head back lightly. “And you will do as I say.” He sneered. She swallowed hard and managed a nod in response. “Good girl.”
She whimpered again softly. “Please, Captain, can I just-” She leaned forward, tracing her tongue over the length of his shaft. She flattened it out, giving him a few broad licks from base to head before taking just the tip into her mouth. He groaned in approval, tightening his grip on her ponytail.
She twirled her tongue around the tip, flicking it against his perineum. She swallowed hard and drew more into her mouth. She could tell how much bigger he was than the boys back home once he was filling up her mouth, but she kind of loved it. Her hand dipped between her thighs, rubbing herself through her jeans. She was so wet she could feel it beginning to soak through the denim there.
Wesker rolled his hips, feeling his cock sink deeper into her throat. She gagged lightly, gripping his thigh and digging her nails in. He held her head still, enjoying the warmth of her mouth and the constriction of her throat around his cock. She didn't struggle, simply whimpered against him.
“Good girl. Use your throat.” He stroked her cheek lightly with his free hand, the leather soft against Claire's skin. She swallowed around his cock and Wesker groaned. “Are you going to be a good little fuck slut for me, Claire?”
She responded by taking more of his cock. She blinked away tears, feeling them run down her cheeks. She cursed silently, hoping that her mascara wasn't running too. He held her still as he fucked her throat, absolutely reveling the look in her eyes.
“Does your brother know what a naughty girl you are? How much you like sucking cock?”
She whimpered and shook her head. Chris had always been on the overprotective side when they were growing up, so she didn't get to start spending time with boys until college. She had her fair share of boyfriends, and one night stands, and once even a cute girl from her American lit class. Chris still thought she was a virgin.
He buried himself to the hilt, pleasantly surprised that Claire managed to take his entire length without too much coaxing. Her throat closed around him again, feeling the tip of his cock brush against the back of her throat. She struggled to swallow around him, tears running down her cheeks continually now. He finally drew away and she gasped, spluttering as a long strand of thick saliva formed between her mouth and his cock. Her face was hot and she was lightheaded from her restricted oxygen intake.
“Stand up.” He stroked his cock lightly. “Drop your pants, and present yourself to me.”
She shuddered and scrambled to stand, undoing her jeans and sliding them off of her hips. She let them fall to her ankles and hurriedly hooked her fingers into her panties to remove them as well. She pressed her hips against Wesker's desk.
“I would have never guessed you had such a ...healthy backside, Claire.” Wesker smirked, rubbing his hand over her curves. Her thighs were thick, and slick with her juices. She was aching for him and he loved every second of it. He delivered one sharp smack to her butt, watching it jiggle as she yelped.
“Please?” He smirked, brushing his fingers against her ready and willing opening. She shuddered and wiggled. “Please what?”
“I want... you, inside, please.” She whimpered, pressing back against him. He obliged, plunging one of his still gloved digits into her pussy. She groaned softly, parting her legs further for him. She was so hot she couldn't think straight. He added another finger, again slipping inside with ease.
“You really are a little fuck slut, aren't you, Claire?”
“Yes, Captain.” She whimpered, feeling his fingers filling her up. He twisted them and stroked her g-spot expertly, causing her legs to quiver. “Oh, fuck, ah~,” He fucked her with his fingers slowly at first, building speed until she was whining. He could tell she was on the edge. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her clit once before drawing away entirely.
“Oh, no, no, no, please,” She gasped, looking at him over her shoulder with wide eyes. “Please, Captain, please, don't stop...”
He smirked, pressing the head of his cock against her sex. “Is this what you want?”
“Please.” She whimpered, wiggling her hips against him.
“And why should I give it to you?”
“I want it.”
“Do you think that's enough of a reason, Claire?” Wesker sneered.
“Please, Captain. I want you to fuck me. Please.”
He spanked her again, this time on the opposite cheek, before allowing the head to slip inside. She groaned, leaning her head against the wooden desk. “What do we say, dearheart?”
“T-thank you,” She whined. “Captain.”
“Good girl.” He steadied himself with a hand on her hips, fingers pressing into her hip bones. He buried himself inside of her, feeling her slick flesh yield with ease. He twisted his free hand into her hair, pulling her head back sharply. He kissed her hard, his tongue delving into her mouth and claiming it as his own. He wanted to claim every part of her as his. He wanted to violate every hole of his subordinate's younger sister, and he loved that she was begging for it.
Claire whimpered and whined with each small movement the older man made. It set her nerves on fire, sent waves of pleasure over her body with each thrust. She loved it, both the girth of his cock and the skill in his movement. He was far better in bed than the boys her age.
“Touch yourself for me,” He murmured into her ear. She did as she was told, her fingers immediately delving between her thighs and stroking her clit. Her legs shook with each thrust and soon she was on the edge again. “...don't cum until I tell you to.”
She whimpered softly but slowed her fingers. “Please.”
“Be a good girl.” He murmured, replacing her hand with his own and stroking her clit quickly. “Beg for it.”
“P-please, Captain, may I cum?” She whimpered, focusing on her breathing and trying to ignore Wesker's fingers at her most sensitive spot. “Please, please.”
“Then cum for me, Claire.”
She cried out as she let her orgasm wash over her. Wesker covered her mouth with his hand and she could smell her pussy on his glove. He bottomed out inside of her, feeling her cervix brush against the tip of his cock. He let out a low growl as he came, buried deep inside of her. Claiming Chris's little sister as his own. He stilled inside of her for a moment, letting his cock spasm before slowly drawing away.
Claire's legs shook and she grasped onto the desk for stability. She focused on breathing for a moment before fumbling for her underwear.
“H-how'd you know I was on the pill?” She mumbled, finding her panties and pulling them up. She could already feel Wesker's essence dripping out.
Wesker sneered, tucking himself back inside his boxers and zipping his slacks up. “I didn't.”
She shuddered lightly, pulling her jeans back up over her waist and buttoning them. Wesker smacked her backside one last time.
“Get back to the party. Your brother will be wondering where you've gone.”
She felt her face flush again and she nodded, hurrying out of the S.T.A.R.S office. The Captain watched the door close behind her and pulled a small vial from his pocket. The lettering read, “P30” and below that “warning: experimental”. He opened his desk and tossed it inside along with a couple of undeveloped rolls of film. He readjusted his sunglasses and smirked to himself before leaving the office to join the rest of the party.