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“You should let me take charge more,” Sevika says out of the blue.
Silco looks up from the papers he was looking over. Profits are down this month but not by enough to be alarming. “You have no foresight,” he argues.
“And you freeze up when startled,” Sevika counters. “But I wasn’t talking about work. Silco’s eyes widen a fraction of an inch at the implication as Sevika adds, “you’re too high-strung. Going to work yourself to an early grave if you try to keep control over every single thing all of the time.”
“My empire would collapse if I loosened my grip,” Silco argues.
“Didn’t I say I wasn’t talking about work?”
Oh. So that’s what Sevika was getting at. This wouldn’t be the first time, but the part of Silco’s pale face covered by neither scar nor makeup flushes splotchy red anyhow. “Jinx won’t be back until night,” he says. Sevika smirks. She knows her boss well enough to understand his unspoken ‘yes’.
“Come here then,” Sevika instructs, swiping the papers off of Silco’s desk and patting the cleared space. His lip curls in irritation as his coffee mug, thankfully empty, shatters to the ground, but he obeys, leaving his chair to sit on the edge of his desk as Sevika told him. She unbuckles and removes her pauldron, tossing it carelessly to the floor. “Open the drawer,” she orders as she continues to remove her outerwear, jacket, belt, and gloves joining the pauldron on the floor.
Theyve done this enough times that Silco knows exactly the implications of her demand and the unspoken question that comes with it. He leans forward and opens a secret compartment in the desk previously used to store emergency shimmer but now housing a harness, lubricant, and two plastic and metal phalluses, one much larger than the other. She wants to know if he wants the strap today and if so, what size. There’s little hesitation as he takes the lubricant and harness out and sets them beside him on the desk, but his hand falters as he tries to choose what size toy he wants her to use.
Sevika, now topless except for her bound chest, notices his apprehension. “The big one,” she tells him. She sees some of the tension drain out of Silco’s body as the burden of choice is taken away from him and he grabs the toy he was instructed to before closing the drawer. “Wow, you really need this,” she muses. That’s why they started this in the first place, years ago now. Silco so desperately clung to control in every aspect of his life, and Sevika knew he’d benefit from the occasional surrendering of choice and responsibility. And maybe she’d wanted him to get over Vander so he’d stop bitching about him, but that’s never been her main motivation in doing this.
“Take off that ridiculous waistcoat,” Sevika says as she unbinds her chest. She likes undressing him herself and he knows that, but her prosthetic hand can’t work those needlessly complicated clasps. It’s almost funny how quickly he obeys, his waistcoat unfastened before Sevika has even gotten her pants halfway off. Honestly, if she had her way entirely, she’d just put the harness and strap on top of her clothes and make only Silco bare his body to the cold air. But she knows her scrawny boss gets cold far too easily for that, and she’s merciful enough to let him absorb her body heat skin to skin.
Sevika removes her own pants, leaving herself dressed only in socks and a pair of mens boxers before she moves on to stripping Silco. She pulls his coat off quickly and tosses it on his chair, knowing he’d be beyond furious if it was damaged, but that’s where her haste and her care for his clothes end. She eases off his unfastened waistcoat, letting it fall behind him on the desk. With the structured garment removed, she can see the quickened rise and fall of his bony chest through the red shirt that still stands in her way. Sevika tugs at Silco’s tie just to get a reaction from him (she knows he hates choking and has valid reason to, but it’s such a fun button to push).
And a reaction she gets. “Get on with it or I’ll have you killed,” he threatens, elbows locked up in fear but eyes blazing with that vengeful wildfire that made Sevika want to follow his cause in the first place.
“‘Have’ me killed?” Sevika mocks, tightening the tie further. Silco’s breathing becomes ragged and his eyes dart around in terror, but he’s still visibly half hard. Sevika continues, “you need to get your goons to do it for you? If I wanted you dead, all I’d have to do is wring your pretty throat.” But despite her words, she’s gentle as she loosens and removes the tie, setting it on the edge of the table in case she needs it later.
Silco bears his crooked teeth at her. “Get inside me or get out of my office,” he demands.
“Who gave you permission to call the shots?” Sevika glares, starting on the buttons of his shirt. Her prosthetic hand makes her slow at this to begin with, and she slows her own progress even more just to make Silco impatient.
Sevika doesn’t remove the shirt one it’s unbuttoned, not in the mood to deal with Silco complaining about being cold. His pants though, those need to go. Pointedly ignoring the half-chub in his pants and avoiding touching it, she unbuttons his pants and tugs them down his obnoxiously long legs. The pants take his shoes with them as she yanks them off, and the cold air immediately has all of the little hairs on his legs standing on end. Sevika shows even less care for his boxers, ripping the fabric to shreds with her metallic hand. As she had with his shirt, she leaves his socks and ridiculous mid-calf sock garters alone for warmth’s sake.
Silco, visibly getting impatient, spreads his legs in a silent request for her to get closer to him whether that means getting to the whole point of this or just pressing her body against his. Sevika eyes his body, not entirely unused to the sight of it but still pulled in by the rarity of getting to see him so exposed. He’s wiry and very thin, enough to see his ribs and for his collarbones and hipbones to jut out like handles for her to grab but not so emaciated she can see the bones in his chest. Good. He’s actually been eating for once, then. Lean, sinewy muscle stretches and tenses with every breath, and his sallow skin looks almost too loose on him.
“Old man,” Sevika says under her breath, trying to embarrass him more than she is complaining. She takes no issue with his appearance. And he’s not too old to get it up, his cock fully hard now. It’s of average size, maybe even a bit below, but it looks larger compared to his narrow hips and tiny frame. She takes hold of both his skinny thighs, one in each large hand, and squeezes the meager amount of supple flesh as she spreads them apart. Silco falls backwards against the desk as she does, bony ass unable to support him with his legs lifted and spread as they are. He catches himself on his elbows, keeping his upper body somewhat upright and stopping his head from hitting the hard wood. “Careful,” he snaps.
“Don’t get weak on me,” Sevika replies mockingly. “You’ve never demanded the princess treatment before.” Silco’s lip curls in annoyance, but he doesn’t say anything more, just spreading his legs further in a silent demand to get on with it already.
“Needy dog,” Sevika sneers, but she finally reaches for the lubricant. The teasing is over. She slicks up her good hand before placing the small bottle back down on the table and pressing her fingers against his hole. She doesn’t even have to spread his asscheeks to find it, his rear flat enough that simply spreading his legs is enough to expose the tight pucker of his anus.
She’s torturously slow easing her middle finger into him, pausing after each knuckle to let him adjust to the fullness. He’s always needed a bit more prep and stretching than most, and Sevika likes to take that to the extreme. If he’s going to be so obnoxiously tight as to make her wait, she’s going to draw it out until he too gets impatient. And so she spends nearly five minutes with just the one finger until she gets bored and starts working in her ring finger as well. He adjusts to that one a lot faster, and Sevika is getting too impatient to continue drawing this out. She shoves her index finger inside too and moves the three fingers in rough thrusts like she’s already fucking him. Silco’s legs wrap around her hips at the rough treatment, his entire face, neck, and the top half of his chest flushed blotchy pink.
It takes every bit of resolve Silco has not to whine when Sevika removes her fingers from him, but it’s only so that she can remove her boxers and buckle on the strap on. She carefully parts her thick pubic hair to expose her large clit and positions the nub on the back end of the strap on against it. With the large black and bronze dildo standing proud between her muscular thighs, Sevika grabs Silco’s waist with one hand and one of his thighs with the other before lining the tip up with his hole and forcing the whole thing in in one motion.
Silco collapses flat to the desk, legs twitching as he wraps them tighter around her body. She can’t tell if the expression on his face is one of overwhelming pleasure or of agony, but as long as he’s not asking her to stop, she doesn’t really care. She can dish out pain as well as she does pleasure, and Silco has learned to take both. She grinds against the side of the strap stimulating her clit for a few seconds before she pulls out as far as she comfortably can and then slams back in. Silco lets out a shuddering gasp, and Sevika wonders if she’s injured him before noticing a twitch from his cock. Oh, so he’s enjoying the rougher treatment today. Sevika can do that.
She sets a pace that feels more like a punishment than intercourse, his entire body jostled by every rough thrust. He’s trembling and letting out occasional pained noises as his bony frame is forced into the hard, unyielding wood of the desk, but his flushed face has only grown redder and his cock is so hard that it’s leaking. The only discernible things Sevika has heard him say between guttural noises are ‘more’, ‘yes’, ‘please’, and her name. And ‘Vander’ once, but she’s choosing to ignore that one.
“I wonder how your followers would feel if they learned their sadistic leader was a masochist as well,” Sevika muses, slowing her thrusting so this didn’t end too soon. “They probably wouldn’t dare say anything, especially if they knew it was me you submit to. But I wonder what they’d think.”
The humiliation of the thought is written obviously across Silco’s face. “If you tell, you’re dead,” he threatens, voice shaking from exertion. “Only you…”
“Only me,” Sevika agrees. They aren’t exclusive, but they’ve agreed he only spreads his legs, only submits, when it’s her. “I want to mark you up,” she says. “But you’ve got too many scars for anyone to notice.”
It’s true. Silco’s body is a violent map of his entire life, scars layered on top of scars. He visibly considers this for a moment before tilting his head back to expose one of the few mostly unmarred areas of his skin. His neck.
His neck that Silco never let anyone touch after that day with Vander, that he’d hit her for trying to bite once, that he protected with high collars even when wearing things he intended only to sleep in. And he was inviting her to have her way with it. The trust and intimacy is not lost on Sevika.
She leans over him and begins by pressing the softest of kisses to his throat, feeling him swallow in apprehension. The delicate skin is still red from her choking him earlier, and he’s still entrusting her with his neck. She wonders if this is as close as Zaun gets to love.
Sevika moves on to sucking hickies into the lower part of his neck that his shirt would cover as she resumes fucking into him. The skin higher up on his neck, just beneath the jaw, receives lighter nibbling that reddens the skin but leaves no lasting mark. His initially anxious breathing calms as she continues her ministrations without hurting him in this sensitive place any more than is pleasurable.
Her treatment of the rest of his body, however, can hardly be described as gentle. Even now that she’s slowed her pace a bit, the thrusts are still so rough she knows he’ll struggle to sit comfortably for days. A jolt of arousal runs through her body at the thought of him in a meeting trying to sit normally. Maybe she’ll even be able to fuck a limp into him. She wonders what story of a fight he’d make up to explain that one away.
And yet, apparently even this degree of roughness isn’t enough for him. “More,” he half demands, half pleads. His legs tighten around Sevika, pulling her closer and deeper.
“Be patient,” Sevika grumbles. “You know you don’t finish first.” Another one of her rules for him when they’re together, one he fights but seems to like. A part of her hopes he breaks that rule today, being a big fan of the punishment they’ve established for cumming before her - letting her sit on his face until she’s done. He’s so good at getting her off that way, but the suffocation and wetness tend to make him panic, so he’ll only agree to it as a punishment.
Sevika snaps out of her thoughts, realizing she subconsciously sped up her movements at the memory of the last time she had Silco’s tongue inside her while his pointy nose rubbed her clit. The increased speed of her thrusts has Silco’s hair plastered to his face with sweat and his mouth open and panting. He’s sweat his makeup off at this point, his scar on full display and flushed even redder than his healthy cheek. But he still obeys their established rules, not touching his reddened, leaking dick even when it’s obvious that he wants nothing more than to cum and that just about any amount of contact with his cock would be enough to accomplish that in seconds. Which is exactly why Sevika makes a point of ignoring his erection as she continues to fuck into him, pausing every few thrusts to grind against the strap herself. “Please just let me-“ Silco begins to plead, and that’s how Sevika knows he’s well and truly gone right now, dignity and walls both down, fucked out of him.
“Not until I do,” Sevika cuts him off sternly. Silco whines. He tries to grab at her with his hands, maybe to try to rub her clit despite the impossibility of that with her strap in the way, but Sevika interprets the motion as him reaching for his own dick and lets go of him just long enough to smack his hand back to the table. “No hands,” she snaps. Silco looks up at her with eyes like a puppy caught chewing up the furniture before inspiration clearly hits his sex-clouded mind.
Silco props himself up on his elbows again and glances at Sevika for approval. She nods, curious where he’s going with this. Her answer comes immediately in the form of a hot, wet mouth around her nipple, desperate panting breaths and frantic tonguing accompanying weak suction as he pulls out this last-ditch effort to make her cum so he can.
It honestly doesn’t even feel that good, all slobber and sharp, crooked teeth, but his desperation pushes her over the edge. Sevika pins Silco down to the desk with her full body weight as her orgasm tears through her, still jumping against the strap as she rides it out.
When she’s done savoring the aftershocks and comes back to her senses, Sevika realizes that Silco is still hard and desperate under her, eyes wet and breathing punctuated by needy whimpers. His dick is damn near purple at this point, leaking so much precum that it’s literally pooling around his navel. “You’re a pitiful sight,” she sighs. He averts his eyes in shame. “But you did good. You’ve earned this,” she adds before finally, mercifully reaching between his legs to jerk him off. It only takes two strokes before he’s cumming so hard his back arches off the table and his legs clamp around her so hard it’s like he’s trying to pull their bodies into one.
Sevika pulls the strap out of him as he lays on the desk, trembling with aftershocks and wincing in overstimulation as she wipes up the mess he’s made of his belly with his own tie. She balls up the ruined tie and throws it in their secret drawer. Maybe she’ll stuff it in his mouth one day, force him to taste himself. For now, though, the scene is over. She removes her strap and stuffs it in the drawer, vowing to go back to clean it later. Clean the desk too. But Silco has all her attention right now.
She picks him up princess-style and carries him to the bathroom, unworried about anyone seeing them. If there was any reason to worry about being caught today, she wouldn’t have initiated this in the first place. Sevika sets Silco in the bathtub but doesn’t fill the tub with water knowing how much he hates being submerged. Instead, she carefully removes his shirt and socks and turns on the shower head. Silco flinches at the initial shock of cold water but relaxes as it warms up, allowing Sevika to wash him and then herself. As always, she’s careful not to pull his hair as she washes it lest he panic and attack her like the one time she’d made that mistake.
Silco is nearly asleep by the time they’re both clean. Sevika wraps a towel around her own waist before grabbing their only bathrobe for Silco to wear. She has enough muscle and fat to insulate her from the cold, but Silco, especially with wet hair, needs to be covered. She carries him to his bedroom and positions him on his bed beneath a thick blanket.
He’s asleep now, so Sevika sees no reason to stick around. They aren’t lovers. There’s no affection in their relationship, only loyalty and attraction. She doesn’t think she could ever truly love a man, and even if Silco could still feel romantic love towards anyone, she knows he’s still stuck on Vander. So no, they’ll never be lovers. But maybe a little affection is okay. It’s hard to come by in Zaun. Sevika hesitates only a second before pressing a kiss to Silco’s scarred temple.
And if Silco was awake enough to remember it, well, he’s not planning on telling her.