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Alicent had it in the bag.
The board members were actually listening to her for once. Nodding along, asking questions, writing actual notes on their Macbooks, not playing some knockoff Candy Crush — she was finally winning their favor. The pitch was going to land so flawlessly that she could taste the wine she was gonna pour for herself that night.
Not until Rhaenyra opened her mouth.
The second she did, Alicent felt the shift. That smug tone, like she knew everything and wanted to make sure everyone else knew it too. That absolutely irritating smirk that somehow made Alicent feel so small, so belittled.
The worse thing was that Rhaenyra didn’t even ask any real questions — just threw around terms like ‘synergy optimization’ and ‘vertical integration’ with the kind of casual confidence that grated on Alicent’s nerves. The board's focus fractured immediately, their attention slipping away from her presentation, lured by Rhaenyra’s corporate babble that even she knew was unnecessary.
Like dogs wanting to please their owner to for treats, they all started agreeing with her. Of course they would. Rhaenyra had always been the company’s delight, the one everyone tiptoed around. Alicent could see the favoritism dripping off every interaction. And why not? Rhaenyra didn’t have to fight for it. She didn’t have to prove herself, didn’t have to deal with the same dismissive looks or veiled criticisms that Alicent did every day. She was her father’s chosen one — the one who could do no wrong, who could sink entire meetings with a few careless words and still walk away without consequence.
And Alicent could see it, the way Rhaenyra enjoyed it. The way her eyes lit up, the corners crinkling with amusement, her canines not shy to show themselves as she practically beamed while Beesbury, Strong, and even fucking Orwyle started shutting Alicent down.
Her fingers hovered above her keyboard, shaking. It wasn’t fair. Rhaenyra didn’t even care about the pitch, she didn’t need to. Alicent had done all the legwork — weeks of research, sleepless nights, fine-tuning every damn slide until it was perfect. She had crafted the pitch for the project with precision, made sure every number, every strategy was spot on. And then Rhaenyra just... sacked it all .
So, here she sits, in her quiet, isolated office, well past the end of the workday, redoing everything. Alicent rubs her temples, lulling herself to focus back on her laptop, when there’s a sudden knock.
“Not now, Hugh! I’m working late tonight.”, she calls out, thinking it might be the janitor. But then the door creaks open, and she hears the familiar sound of heels clicking against the tiles. Alicent’s heart drops. No. Dear God, no.
Sure enough, Rhaenyra waltzes in, uninvited, and Alicent could practically feel that smirk forming on their lips.
She didn’t even look up, refusing to offer any greeting. She kept typing, the quiet clicking of the keys the only thing tethering her to her composure. The sound of Rhaenyra’s heels grew louder until she stood right in front of the desk.
Alicent still didn’t look. She refused to give her that satisfaction.
Rhaenyra leaned down, lowering herself so that she was at eye level with Alicent. She feels their breath brush against her cheek, warm and far too close. She remains typing, the tension mounting like a rod up her spine, threatening to snap.
Without warning, Rhaenyra flicked a finger towards a pen resting on the table, sending it tumbling off the edge. It clattered to the floor, spinning in slow circles before finally coming to a stop.
Alicent’s eye twitched, but she forced herself to stay calm. She glanced at the pen briefly, her lips tightening into a thin line, before going back to work, still failing to acknowledge the woman before her. She was typing with deliberate slowness, almost daring Rhaenyra to try something else.
Rhaenyra’s smirk began to falter, her patience already thinning. She glanced around the desk, eyes landing on a pile of neatly stacked papers, files, and notebooks.
Not hesitating, she swept her hand across the surface again, knocking everything onto the floor in one sharp, fluid motion. Papers fluttered to the ground, files scattered in disarray, and pens clattered loudly, breaking the silence.
Alicent finally looked up, her fingers pausing mid-keystroke as her gaze slowly lifted to meet Rhaenyra’s.
The heir, now perched comfortably on the desk free of clutter, twisted her head to the side, watching Alicent with a smug grin.
“Working hard on your pitch, no?” Rhaenyra mocked, her voice dripping with fake concern. She laughs softly through her nose, a sound that made Alicent want to rip their teeth out “Hope it’s going well.”
Alicent’s eyes narrowed, but she stayed silent, letting the moment stretch between them. Rhaenyra’s grin faltered, her eyebrows twitching ever so slightly as frustration crept into her features. The redhead simply glanced back at her screen, her hands resting on the keyboard instead, refusing to entertain her taunts.
Alicent nearly lets herself smile, sensing how the lack of attention had made her opponent grow antsy with the way the desk vibrated from the bounce of rhaenyra’s leg. Rhaenyra lets out a sharp exhale, loud enough for Alicent to notice. It was the kind of sound someone makes when they’re disappointed, like a child being let down by their Christmas presents.
Then, in a flash of movement, Rhaenyra’s hand shot forward. The loud snap of the laptop slamming shut echoed through the room. Alicent barely pulls her fingers back in time. That was it. Rhaenyra had waltzed into her office, messed with her things, having the gall to mock her again —and now, this? The fury bubbled over.
She tore her eyes away from the LCD, head snapping up at Rhaenyra. Her voice wrapped with malice as she spat, "What the fuck do you want, Rhaenyra?"
Rhaenyra didn’t miss a beat in reply, her tone casual but sharp, like a knife wrapped in silk. “Can't I check on my star employee, Alicent?”, she looks at her with an irritating pout. “Excellent pitch, by the way—had all the oldheads absolutely reeling.” She tips over a pencil holder, watching the pens slide off the desk and scatter on the floor, giving her more space to drag her leg up by the edge of the desk. Alicent tries not to let a vein pop in her head when she nearly knocks over a trinket her dad had given her over vacation.
“Weren't up to my standards, though, Ali. Suppose you should work harder on that front.”
Alicent glared, her teeth clenched, trying to keep her composure. There was a ringing in her head, growing louder and louder with every mocking word Rhaenyra thew her way, like a kettle being placed over dragonflame.
It reminded her of earlier during the pitch—Rhaenyra had done this too, weaving in snide remarks and needless interruptions until Alicent had fumbled, lost her focus, and derailed everything she’d prepared.
She wasn’t going to let it happen again. Not this time, since Alicent might actually stab Rhaenyra with a pen if she sees that annoying little grin again. Something that only comes out when she gives her a reaction amusing enough to liven up her oh-so-boring work day she could have spent out in some country club. What irritated Alicent the most though, was that Rhaenyra didn’t have to go to the pitch, she wasn’t even included in the fucking email. Clearly, she was only there to satisfy some masochistic yearning that only billionaires possessed.
But just as Alicent stewed in her irritation, Rhaenyra goes uncomfortably silent, gears clearly turning in her head. Alicent grew nervous from anticipation, fingers moving to pick on nail beds. Moments of contemplation were… rare for the Targaryen, afterall. Suddenly, Rhaenyra’s eyebrows shot up, her smirk twisting into something shrewd as she added,
“Oh, but the pitch that did interest me the most was Mysaria’s.”
Oh, fuck this.
Alicent shot up from her chair, her hand darting out to grab Rhaenyra’s tie. She yanked hard, pulling Rhaenyra toward her. Rhaenyra stumbled, her balance thrown off, and she barely caught herself by both of her hands on either side of the desk. The smirk was wiped clean off her face, replaced by wide-eyed shock—and something curious.
"Whatever you’re trying here, Rhaenyra, I’m not fucking having it," Alicent hissed, her face inches from Rhaenyra’s. "Stop it with your childish little power trip and let me work for your stupid fucking company." Her breath came hot and fast, and a bit of spit landed on Rhaenyra’s face, but Alicent didn’t bother to care.
A tense silence followed, their breathing the only sound in the room. They stared at each other, the heat of the moment palpable. Alicent’s scowl deepened, her chest rising and falling with barely controlled fury.
Slowly, that same exact smile she had been dreading creeps onto Rhaenyra’s lips. She was enjoying this—savoring every moment of Alicent’s unraveling. A sharp inhale escapes her, a ghost of words hovering just beyond her tongue, but before she could form them, Rhaenyra leans in and presses her lips against hers.
She lets out a yelp, gripping Rhaenyra’s tie’s tightly to steady herself, but it only brings her closer, preventing her from pulling back or stopping whatever they just started. Alicent could only resists at first, lips pressed together like a wall, but Rhaenyra's lips were persuasive and knew no shame, and soon she found herself kissing back with just as much fervor. Her hands twisted into Rhaenyra's silver locks, their tongues tangling as her frustration and anger turned into something more physical.
Rhaenyra's hand fumbles at Alicent's shirt, tugging impatiently at the buttons. She felt the cool air hit her chest as her blouse came undone, and despite the uncomfortable position, the fire inside her only grew. Scould feel Rhaenyra's impatience turning into something more frenzied, sloppy, and Alicent pulls away, gasping for breath.
"God. Fuck, Rhaenyra, wait," Alicent breathed, her voice hoarse with arousal.
Rhaenyra groaned at the loss of contact, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark with desire. “Wait?” she echoed impatiently, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths
“I need a minute,” Alicent mutter, stepping back and heading for the bathroom without another word. Rhaenyra rolls her eyes as she watches close the door, what could possibly be more important than her that she had to walk away and ruin the moment?
After what felt like hours, Alicent finally stepped out, her expression steely. Her steps were slow, her hips swaying as she moved. Her pants were slightly wrinkled, and there was a brand-new gait to her walk.
Rhaenyra, now standing and leaning desk, raised an eyebrow as Alicent approached. “What took you so long?” she teased, though there was a faint edge of nervousness to her voice now. “You know, you don’t have to reapply your makeup. You already look per—”
Alicent cut her off with a sudden, fierce kiss, silencing her completely. This time, it was Alicent who took control, pressing Rhaenyra back against the desk. Her hands planted firmly on the table on either side of Rhaenyra’s hips, pinning her in place as she presses into her.
Rhaenyra moaned softly into her mouth pleased at the sudden burst of energy, parting her lips to let Alicent in. The kiss grew heated, their tongues twisting into each other. Rhaenyra’s fingers gripped the edge of the desk to steady herself as Alicent pressed her body flush against hers.
Then Rhaenyra felt it—the unmistakable hardness pressed against her thigh.
Oh?
Rhaenyra’s breath caught in her throat as realization hit her. She pulled away from the kiss, only to see Alicent already staring at her with a knowing raise of an eyebrow.
"Ali—" Rhaenyra started, but Alicent cut her off with another kiss, more forceful this time, teeth clacking together. Alicent shifts, positioning the hardness between them, grinding against Rhaenyra’s center with intentional pressure. The sensation was enough to draw a pathetic whimper from the heir.
But just as quickly, Alicent pulled away, and Rhaenyra made a soft sound of protest, her hips instinctively chasing the friction. Before she could say anything though, she felt Alicent’s hands on her shoulders, firm and guiding.
“Rhaenyra,” Alicent’s voice was low, commanding.
The blonde blinked, breathless, and for a moment, she didn’t recognize the woman standing before her. Alicent looked up at her from her eyelashes, swollen lips slightly apart, something carnivorous shining in her eyes.
“Alicent?” her voice wavered, unsure. She wasn’t used to seeing Alicent like this—so overcome with lust.
Alicent’s hands pressed down on her shoulders, the intent clear. She was trying to get Rhaenyra on her knees. But she resisted, squirming slightly, her face beginning to heat up. She was a head taller than Alicent, usually doing things the other way around. But this was…different.
“I’m not—” Rhaenyra stammered, blushing furiously, her usual smugness faltering. “I’m not doing that, Alicent!” Her words came out bold, but underneath the bravado, there was a tremor of desire. She wanted it— wanted whatever sudden change that had set into Alicent—but she couldn’t bring herself to admit it.
Alicent’s eyes narrowed. “After everything you’ve put me through today, really Rhaenyra?” she drags her nails from her shoulder, the front of her neck and to the back of her scalp. She grips Rhaenyra’s hair, giving it a sharp, harsh tug, pulling her head down low enough that Alicent’s lips brushed against the shell of her ear. Her voice drops to a whisper, sending shivers down Rhaenyra’s spine. “Why not make my life easier just this once and be a good girl for me, okay?”
Rhaenyra stared down at her, stunned. Her pulse raced, her face flushing even deeper as she swallowed hard, her pride and desire at war inside her. But Alicent’s words—her tone—left no room for argument. The command was clear, and Rhaenyra couldn’t fight the pull of it.
She slowly, hesitantly, started to move downwards, her knees hitting the floor as she knelt in front of Alicent, like a worshipper at an altar. Her hands fumbled awkwardly in her lap, the usual confidence crumbling under the weight of the moment. Rhaenyra glanced up at Alicent, feeling both embarrassed and exposed, not sure what to do next.
Alicent looked down at her, the smirk on her face widening at the sight of Rhaenyra—so flustered, so out of her element. She arched an eyebrow, her voice a velvety purr that brooked no argument “What are you looking at me for? Get on with it.”
Rhaenyra’s fingers trembled as she fumbled with Alicent’s pants, the zipper catching slightly before she finally yanked it down. The strap-on sprang free, slapping her across the cheek with an audible smack. Rhaenyra froze, blinking in stunned silence while Alicent’s laughter echoed through the room, rich and laced with dark amusement. The sound that made Rhaenyra’s blush grow to to her ears with embarrassment.
She clenches her fists, ready to stand up and put an end to this. She could deal with Alicent, wipe that smug look off her face. She could fire her, humiliate her, make her regret ever ordering her around like this. But before she could act, she felt Alicent’s nails dig into her scalp, sharp enough to sting but not enough to hurt — just enough to keep her in place. The other hand was already on the strap, guiding it toward her lips, moving slowly.
Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat screaming at her to take back control, to remind Alicent who she was. But then she looked up, and Alicent was staring down at her with that maddeningly amused expression, almost as if she didn’t really expect Rhaenyra to do anything. Shr scoffed, the sound unashamedly arrogant, though her heart raced with a mix of excitement and shame. Alicent was looking down at her— literally —and it stoked something fierce inside her.
Alicent must be thinking about how weak she must seem right now, on her knees, fumbling and hesitating like she didn’t know what she was doing. How dare she think she was too proud to go through with this, to meet this simple challenge that had been laid out before her. That thought lit a fire in Rhaenyra’s chest. She convinces herself this wasn’t about submission. This was a power play, and Rhaenyra refused to let them think she had won. If Alicent wanted to see if she’d back down, then Rhaenyra would prove her wrong.
Rhaenyra wet her lips, her breath shaky, her hands slowly moving to grip Alicent’s hips to steady her for what’s to come. She meets Alicent’s gaze once again, determination blazing in her eyes as if to say, You think I won’t do this? You think I can’t handle it?
Rhaenyra’s lips parted, trembling slightly as she finally leaned in, her breath warm against the tip of the strap. She hesitated only for a second before kissing the head, the motion tentative and sheepish. It wasn’t long before she felt Alicent’s hand tightening in her hair in an unspoken demand for more. Rhaenyra rolled her eyes at the insistence but obeyed, parting her lips wider to take the strap into her mouth.
Alicent’s moan cut through the room, low and satisfied, as if she could actually feel the way Rhaenyra’s tongue lapped and wrapped around at the silicon. Her gaze darkened as she watched Rhaenyra take more of her, her own breath catching when she saw tears welling in the other woman’s eyes.
It finally hits the back of Rhaenyra’s throat, her nose now pressed lightly against the harness. Alicent groaned again, relishing in the way the other woman looked up at her with such indignation even in such a vulnerable position.
Then, she lets go of the base moving to caress Rhaenyra’s cheek, a slow, nearly tender movement contrasting to the way she held her in place by her mane. “You look so much better like this,” she drawled, her voice thick with smug satisfaction. “Finally shutting up, all because of my cock down your throat.”, the tenderness in her gesture disappears as her hand pulls back and winds into a slap, causing her head to turn away slightly, but she never lets Alicent out of her mouth from the impact.
Rhaenyra whined, the sound muffled and desperate. Alicent could feel the subtle tremor from their struggles for air, as drool began to slip from the corner of their mouth. She was a mess, hands clawing at Alicent’s wrist, trying to scratch, grasping for release—but Alicent wasn’t done with her.
“Keep going deeper, Rhaenyra. I know you can take it.” Alicent growled, her grip tightening, her hand pushing Rhaenyra down just a little harder.
Alicent’s chuckle was low, filled with perverse joy as she watched Rhaenyra wrestle with her hands. There was a gleam in her eyes, something wicked, as she savored the way they struggled. Watching Rhaenyra reduced to this was its own kind of pleasure, and she thought back to many times where she felt the same way in many meetings with her.
“Maybe I should’ve done this earlier,” she mused, voice smooth and condescending. “Maybe then I wouldn’t have to stay up so late dealing with your bullshit.”
Before Rhaenyra could even think to respond, Alicent yanked her head back with two of her hands. Rhaenyra gasped, air flooding her lungs for barely a second before Alicent shoved her back down, her hips bucking forward with newfound intensity. Rhaenyra choked, gagging as Alicent started ruthlessly fucking her mouth, the sound of the strap hitting the back of her throat echoing through the room. It mixed with her muffled moans and the obscene, wet noises of saliva.
Tears streamed down Rhaenyra’s cheeks, smudging her eyeliner, lipstick smeared across her chin. Alicent’s breathing grew heavy, labored, but her voice remained steady, authoritative, even between thrusts. “Such a spoiled— fuck —spoiled fucking brat,” she spat, the words dripping with disdain, her hips snapping forward harder. “About time someone— ah —taught you a lesson.”
With a final, brutal thrust, Alicent buried the strap deep in Rhaenyra’s throat. The blonde’s fingers dug painfully into her hips as she was held there. Rhaenyra’s face was pressed up against Alicent’s groin, the pressure suffocating as her vision blurred from lack of air. Alicent let out a shaky exhale, her body trembling as she caught her breath, the grip in Rhaenyra’s hair softening.
Slowly, Rhaenyra pulled herself back, a string of saliva hanging between her lips and the head of the plastic. As soon as it broke, she started coughing, choking on the air she so desperately needed.
“Jesus, Alicent— you didn’t have to go that hard!” Rhaenyra rasped, her voice rough, one hand rubbing on the column of her throat. Alicent finally releases her hair, both her hands shifting to cradle Rhaenyra’s tear-streaked face. She wipes at the wetness on Rhaenyra’s cheeks with gentle strokes, her touch surprisingly soft after the roughness.
“Sorry,” Alicent whispered, her tone endearing though not entirely apologetic.
Rhaenyra, still catching her breath, throws Alicent's hands off her face, rising shakily to her feet. Her legs wobble from the strain, and she winces as she massages the back of her scalp, feeling the sting of where Alicent's nails had gripped.
“The hell do you mean 'sorry'?” she breathes out, her voice laced with frustration and a tinge of exhilitration. “I could barely fucking breathe, Alicent! You even wannan didn't hold back for a second? You’re enjoying this way too much!”
Rhaenyra pushes her finger deep into their chest, causing Alicent to step back a bit. “Fuck you.”
Alicent's expression dims, but not with anger. Her eyes flash with something more primal as her hand shoot up to grip Rhaenyra's neck— not tight enough to choke, but firm enough to send a current down to Rhaenyra's stomach. "Watch your mouth, Rhaenyra," she growls, voice calm but threatening.
Rhaenyra scoffs, a haughty, arrogant sound. “Or what? What could you possibly do?” She tilts her head slightly, eyes flicking down to the toy still fastened beneath Alicent’s dress pants. With a brazen move, she tugs at the harness through the fabric, her fingers curling around it as if threatening to steal it. “Maybe it’s time I take over again, like I always do. Isn’t that what you’re used to?”
Alicent’s eyes flare with fury at the audacity, her composure snapping. “Enough!” she hisses, and in one swift motion, she grabs Rhaenyra and spins her around, shoving her roughly against the table. Rhaenyra’s cheek slams against the wood, her breath catching as Alicent pins her down, one hand pressing firmly between her shoulder blades, keeping her in place.
“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?” Alicent breathes, her voice a low tremor, filled with barely contained desire.
Rhaenyra lets out a harsh laugh, even as her cheek stays pressed against the cold surface of the table. The cold being a stark contrast to the heat spreading through her. “And what if I don’t?” she murmurs, the edge of her voice daring her. She shifts slightly beneath Alicent’s hold, turning her head to catch the redhead’s eye. She grins from ear to ear delighting in the way she could get under their skin so easily
Alicent doesn’t respond with words. Instead, her fingers deftly move to unbuckle Rhaenyra’s pants, her movements careful and deliberate. She pulls the belt free, a glint in her eye as she uses it like a makeshift rope, winding it around Rhaenyra’s wrists, and tying them securely behind her back. Rhaenyra’s breathing pauses as she feels the leather tighten harshly, Alicent looks at her, pleased.
The pants slide down Rhaenyra’s hips, pooling around her ankles, Alicent pauses. Her eyes flicker with surprise as she stares down at the bare skin beneath. “Really, Rhaenyra?”
Rhaenyra laughs, twisting her wrists slightly against the belt. “I like dressing for the occasion.” she quips, her voice breathy.
Alicent stepped back for a moment, savoring the sight before her. Rhaenyra looked completely wrecked—her hair a wild, disheveled mess, strands clinging to her tear-streaked face. Smudged lipstick smeared across her cheek, and her eyeliner, once sharp, was now a blurred shadow beneath her eyes.
Her gaze swept down Rhaenyra’s exposed back, arching as she lay bent over, helpless. The curve of her bare ass glistened in the dim light, and between her legs... Alicent’s pulse quickened. Rhaenyra was soaked, her arousal dripping down her leg like caramel, leaving no doubt about how much she needed this. The sight of it, how desperate she was, completely surrendered, sent a wave of satisfaction coursing through Alicent.
She leans in, pressing the strap lightly against pressing the strap lightly against Rhaenyra’s slickened skin. The contact made Rhaenyra moan softly, and she scoots her hips backwards into the contact. Alicent’s lips curled into a knowing smile, a light tut escaping her as she teased, “Don’t be so impatient.”
“Fuck off.”
Without breaking eye contact, Alicent reached into a pocket of her slacks, retrieving a small bottle of lube. The cap clicked open with a satisfying sound, and she coated her fingers generously—the cool, slick substance shone under the dim light. She slipped her lubed fingers between Rhaenyra’s legs, gently exploring and preparing her with a methodical touch. Rhaenyra’s gasps as two fingers fill her, the sound being muffled by the table as she pressed her face against its surface, her body betraying her growing need.
Alicent clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth, “Look at me. I want to hear you.”
Rhaenyra’s body tensed, her moan turning into a frustrated groan as she resists looking up. Alicent’s hand grasped the back of Rhaenyra’s hair, fingers pressing lightly but firmly, guiding her to meet her gaze. Rhaenyra glared up at her, but the expression quickly faltered as Alicent curled her fingers inside, causing them to let out a guttural moan.
Alicent laughed softly, her breath hot against Rhaenyra’s ear, pleased to see how fast their demeanor changed from such a simple movement. “Fuck you,” Rhaenyra said weakly, her venom becoming diluted from the desire starting to overcome her mind.
Alicent coos in response, “I think your voice sounds prettier when you don’t talk so much. Who would’ve thought?”
In a sudden burst of frustration, Rhaenyra spat in Alicent’s face, salivas slipping down in her cheek. Surprisingly to her, the other woman’s eyes only sparkled with delight, a wide grin spreading across her lips. She leaned in, capturing Rhaenyra’s lips in a heated kiss while her fingers sped up their rhythm inside her.
Rhaenyra moaned into it, her body completely betraying the farce she had put on earlier. Alicent pulled back slightly, her gaze intense as she spoke to her with a cruel delight.
“You’re so wet for me,” Alicent murmured, her fingers curling and pressing rhythmically, “You think I didn’t notice how much you wanted this?” She increased the pressure slightly, causing Rhaenyra to moan louder. “You act like some sort of all-righteous queen, but look at you now. So ready and eager. It’s almost pathetic.”
Rhaenyra’s eyes fluttered closed, her grip on the table tightening as she fought to keep her composure. Alicent’s fingers worked inside her with a relentless pace, driving her closer to the edge. She could feel how Rhaenyra arched her back, her hips moving back and forth, matching Alicent’s pace inside her. “You go into the office every day, driving me wild with your little games, always making me work harder. And for what? Only to always come back just to get fucked by me, desperate for attention like a run-down whore.”
Rhaenyra’s response came in the form of a long, shaky moan; her lips parted as the weight of Alicent's words sunk into her. It hadn’t even been five minutes, and Alicent could already feel Rhaenyra tightening dangerously around her fingers, her body tensing as she approached the edge far too quickly. With a sudden pull, Alicent withdrew her fingers, causing her to cry out involuntarily.
“Not even three minutes, and you’re already this close?” Alicent murmured, mock disappointment lacing her tone. She withdrew her hand, holding up her fingers, glossy with Rhaenyra’s need. “I expected more from the future CEO of Targaryen Industries quite disappointing, isn’t it?”
“Shut up, Alicent!” Rhaenyra snapped, but her voice trembled, betraying her.
Alicent’s smile widened as she pressed the tip of the strap-on against Rhaenyra’s entrance, tracing the slick folds without pushing in. “You must want more, don’t you?” she whispered, edging closer but still denying her. Rhaenyra let out a frustrated whine, her hands gripping the table, refusing to give in. She throws Alicent a spiteful glare, though you could barely call it one with the way their lips part to make way for another whimper.
“If you want it so badly,” Alicent continued, her voice teasing, “you’ll have to ask for it nicely, Rhaenyra. I’m not interested in you demanding for things like you always do.”
Rhaenyra’s defiance flared again, her pride hanging on by a thread. “I don’t have to beg... you’re going to fuck me anyway, Alicent.” she said, forcing out a snarky laugh.
Alicent responded with a sharp smack to Rhaenyra’s ass, the sound echoing through the air. Rhaenyra gasped, the mixture of pain and pleasure causing her hips unintentionally to jerk backward, seeking more.
“Oh, is that what you think?” Alicent mocked, her voice low and taunting. She rubbed the strap along Rhaenyra’s soaked entrance, the pressure light but tantalizing, just shy of slipping in. “I thought you were tougher than this — What happened to that big bad boss act you put on earlier, huh? Look at you, so damn pathetic. Am I up to your standards now , Rhaenyra?” She gave another teasing press, barely entering, before pulling back again.
“I won’t—” Rhaenyra began, only to be cut off by another sharp slap to her ass, her cry sharp and breathless. The pale white of her skin cause for the marks to appear easily, two red angry marks of a hand marking itself onto her, something Alicent might need take a picture of later.
“You won’t what?” Alicent pressed, her voice laced with smug satisfaction. “Not able to take it like you boasted earlier? Are you scared now, Rhaenyra? I thought you wanted this. It’s obvious you do.” She slid the strap along Rhaenyra’s entrance again, teasing her, dipping just an inch in before retreating.
Rhaenyra groaned, her body trembling as she struggled to hold on. “I’m not... I don’t... fuck ,” she choked out, the words faltering under the weight of her need.
Alicent’s lips brushing Rhaenyra’s ear. “Go on,” she whispered, a smile playing on her lips. “Beg for it.”, She leaned in further, her mouth trailing over Rhaenyra's tear-streaked cheek, pressing delicate kisses as she moved down along her face. The taste of salt from Rhaenyra’s tears lingered on Alicent's lips. She cleaned up the evidence of her surrender with each kiss, savoring Rhaenyra’s silent submission.
Rhaenyra’s last bit of resistance crumbled, her voice cracking as she finally surrendered. “Fine,” she rasped, her pride barely intact. “Please... I need it. Just... fuck me already.”
A slow, predatory smile graces Alicent’s face as she heard the words she’d been waiting for. “ Good girl ,” she murmurs, her voice thick with approval. Without hesitation, she positioned herself upright, finally letting the head of the strap sink into Rhaenyra’s entrance, inch by tantalizing inch. The relieved moan that escaped Rhaenyra’s lips was long, hanging in the air between them.
She froze, feeling how it was tighter, the strap bigger than she expected. Rhaenyra’s breath caught in her throat, and she begged again, “Alicent... softer, please”
“Mhm...” Alicent murmured, considering the request as her fingers traced soothing circles over Rhaenyra’s lower back. She gave a soft hum of agreement but paused for only a moment. Without warning, she thrust in hard and rough, the force of it making Rhaenyra cry out in shock.
Her body jerks forward from the intensity, sharp pain burning into her pelvis as she gets pressed into the table without marcy “Alicent!” she cries out, her voice breaking as her name fell from her lips. Alicent didn’t relent, the strap filling her deeply with every thrust, each movement rougher than the last. She couldn’t move, couldn’t resist, the metal of the belt only digging into her wrists painfully as she tried to free herself from the restraints, but it was to no avail. Rhaenyra resorted to just taking it, relieved as the pain was now melting into delicious pleasure. She felt tears pooling in her eyes again, feeling overwhelmed as she did earlier.
Alicent pressed a kiss to Rhaenyra's temple, as though offering an unspoken apology. Her lips then trailed downward, leaving a slow, deliberate path along the curve of her neck, until they reached her ear. She teased the sensitive lobe between her teeth, savoring the way Rhaenyra shivered beneath her touch
Alicent whispers to her, “Do I fuck you better than her? Mysaria, was it? The one who does nothing but bleed our fucking profits, but you obviously don’t care, I mean, a pretty face is a pretty face, isn’t it?”
“G–god damn it, Alicent! S–she’s not th–that importan–t, fuck!”, Rhaenyra’s words came out in a breathless rush, each syllable struggling to break free as her thrusts established a deep, hard rhythm that made the table creak and the drawers rattle slightly open. Despite the chaos of sensation, Alicent swore she could hear a hint of irritation in her tone, the frustration mixing with the heat of their moment.
“Oh.. but that’s what you want me to think, right? I’m not that fucking stupid, Rhaenyra, I see the way you two act around each other. God, you are such a slut.” instead of fighting back at the response, Rhaenyra only seemed to moan louder. She turned her head in an attempt to kiss Alicent in the fervor of it all and to shut her up, but the redhead dodged it.
“Tell me, Rhaenyra. Tell me how much you need me. Tell me that you need only me, not her.”, There was a tremor in Alicent’s voice, a subtle desperation that colored her demanding tone, almost sounding like a plea rather than a command.
Rhaenyra’s body was a shivering mess, her moans and cries punctuating the air. She couldn’t muster up the energy to resist and she struggles to form coherent words, a whimper among each enunciation. “I... I need you,” Rhaenyra gasped out,. “No one else...”
Alicent's fingers dug into Rhaenyra's hips, threatening to break skin, her pace quickening once more as a renewed intensity surged through her. The earlier calmness evaporated as she thrust harder, her rhythm now faltering. The vulgar sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with Rhaenyra's breathless moans.
"Tell me again," Alicent demanded, her lips brushing against Rhaenyra's ear between desperate breaths. "Tell me you need me, say it with my name."
Rhaenyra's hands gripped the edge of the table as Alicent drove into her with relentless force, her body shuddering beneath the intensity. She gasped for breath, the words barely forming through the overwhelming sensations. "I— I need you, Alicent! Only you!" Rhaenyra cried out, her voice cracking as her body arched against Alicent's movements, the table groaning under the pressure.
Alicent, noticing how loud she’d become, smirked before sliding two fingers into Rhaenyra’s mouth, curling them on like a fish hook. The sudden movement arched their back even further, her neck craning painfully as Alicent leaned back. She thrust into her with a new rhythm, her hand gripping Rhaenyra’s hip to hold her in place as she fucked her mercilessly. The sounds of her sliding in and out were almost as loud as Alicent and Rhaenyra’s cries and chants of their names.
Cold drool trickled down Alicent’s fingers, a soothing sensation to the growing exhaustion mounting on her. Fortunately, she notices the change in Rhaenyra’s moans, starting as vocal cries now transforming into choked gasps and how she stiffened, her hips no longer moving to meet Alicent’s thrusts. She spends the last of her energy intensifying her movements, propping her leg up into a nearby chair and going deeper than before.
With one last shout of Alicent’s name, Rhaenyra goes taut. She pulled her fingers from Rhaenyra’s mouth and leaned forward, enveloping her in an embrace, absorbing the tremors that rippled through her body
As Rhaenyra shuddered, Alicent pressed soft kisses to her cheek, her thumbs rubbing gentle circles into Rhaenyra’s arms, a soothing balm against the lingering intensity. “Breathe, just breathe,” Alicent murmured, her voice low and calming, as Rhaenyra nestled closer into the pecks.
The room, once filled with urgency and vented-out frustration, now settled into a peaceful quiet, broken only by their shared breaths. She could feel Rhaenyra’s heart calming down as the last waves of her climax ebbed away, leaving a tender vulnerability in its wake.
Alicent, catching her breath, let her lips rest against Rhaenyra’s skin for a moment longer before pulling back slightly. “Rhaenyra?” she asks softly, her hand brushing away hair sticky with sweat from her partner’s face. Only silence responds to her call.
A small frown tugged at her lips. “Rhaenyra, how was it? You okay?”, She asks, her voice laced with a hint of concern. Still no response.
Alicent shifted and gently tilts Rhaenyra’s head to the side to looka t her face, only for her head to flop over like a ragdoll, her body limp and entirely unresponsive. She blinked in disbelief for a moment before a laugh escaped her.
“Oh, seven hells, she’s out cold.”
She couldn’t help but smirk from the pride that flows into her, though it was quickly silenced by the rational side of her mind telling her she should get Rhaenyra somewhere more comfortable. She wouldn’t want to risk getting fired over a muscle strain.
With a resigned sigh, Alicent carefully pulls out, taking off her pants and harness to let herself move more freely, leaving herself only in her underwear. There was a couch nearby, and as much as Rhaenyra had earned her frustration, leaving her like that didn’t feel right. She slips her arms under Rhaenyra’s, attempting to lift her up. It should have been simple– Rhaenyra was a little taller, but it wasn’t like she was a giant.
But, of course, Rhaenyra’s dead weight made things much harder. “Gods, you are heavier than you look,” Alicent huffed as she half-dragged, half carried Rhaenyra’s limp form. Her legs were useless, dragging along the floor as Alicent struggled to keep a firm grip under her arms.
As Alicent finally maneuvered Rhaenyra across the room, she couldn’t help but mutter curses under her breath. “Of course, of course, she gets to pass out like a satisfied little cat, and I’m stuck cleaning up the aftermath.”, she groaned, her knees nearly buckling as she finally reached the couch. With a grunt, she dumped Rhaenyra onto the cushions.
Rhaenyra’s body collapsed onto the couch like a sack of flour, her limbs sprawling out in every direction. Alicent stepped back, wiping sweat from her brow. “Typical.” she surveys her handiwork, only to realize there was nothing to cover her with. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed a nearby blazer and her pants and draped them over Rhaenyra’s sleeping form, not bothering to dress her.
Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the mess they'd created—pens and papers scattering the floor, the damp sheen of sweat covering both their bodies, the now slightly askew table, its surface smeared with the evidence of their act..
A flicker of annoyance crossed Alicent's face. Of course, she would be the one to clean this up. Rhaenyra, blissfully unaware, lay serenely under her makeshift blanket, already on her way to a peaceful slumber. Alicent sighed, running a hand through her hair. “You always leave me with the mess,” she muttered, rolling her eyes as she began to gather the office supplies.
Alicent’s frustration flared up again as she noticed Rhaenyra’s hair spilling over the side of the couch and onto the floor, somehow looking flawless despite everything.
“You’re going to wake up, stretch, and feel like a queen in the morning,” Alicent grumbled. “And I’ll be sore and exhausted, not to mention the fact that I’m the one cleaning up this entire disaster.”
Grumbling, she leaned back against the table, casting a final look at the mess around the room. “Of course. I should’ve known better,”
With one last huff of frustration, Alicent closed her eyes. She wouldn’t get any sleep tonight—no surprise there. But, at the very least, Rhaenyra would owe her big time in the morning.
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And sure enough, when the board meeting rolled around, Rhaenyra didn’t disappoint. With an air of authority, she threw her full weight behind Alicent’s pitch, convincing everyone in the room that it was the right choice while she avoided Alicent’s eyes.