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Working for Tenna can be taxing, to say the least. But every job has its perks, and you’re still her cause he gives you a little… special treatment.
A few weeks ago, there’d been a strange series of events that passed by in a dizzying blur and ended with you and your boss in a compromising position. One tense conversation later, and your legs were shaky under you for almost forty-eight hours afterward. Seriously, the guy’s like double your height — who the fuck built him that way?
But you digress.
Since that day, you and Tenna meet up whenever you both have to blow off some steam. He’s rougher than one would think, and you can take that treatment just fine. You give him hell for it — actually, you’re pretty sure he gets off on being insulted. Even if that’s the case, he always warns you to play nice: he’s the one who decides whether or not you’ll be on the clock tomorrow, after all.
“Brute,” you hiss after a particularly rough thrust.
“Mind your words,” he retorts, breathless.
“My darling employer,” you reply using the same mocking tone.
Tenna doesn’t reply, but red pixels fade into view on his screen. You grin, though there’s nothing particularly mirthful to it. His fingers dig into your hips: he’s angry. Good.
You see the first signs of his fangs as he glowers at you; even without visible eyes, you can discern that much. “Stop talking,” he says quietly — dangerously. His hand splays over your chest, shoving your back against his desk, and you laugh.
“No,” you say, and he only sighs, irritated. You know he won’t get rid of you. He’s too fond of these little trysts and the relief he gets from them. In the meantime, you’ll both use each other.