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"Pardon? I don't think I quite heard you right Von Valancius." Heinrix starred daggers at the Lord Captain.
"Try to run that by me again..."
He leaned forward, encroaching on her space with both hands flat on her wooden desk.
"Oh I think you heard me clear as a bell Interrogator."
That impish smile she wore remained unchanged. "Or are you suddenly deaf?" She reclined in her ornate chair, a notable red box centered between them.
A frustrated huff escapes him, before he pauses briefly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You called me here, at the start of our day, right after our important briefing, to make these... demands of me?"
"Why not?" She shrugged, indifferent to his seething. "Better to catch you now than in the middle of work, yes? Besides, you're making this more of a big deal than need be. My demand was quite simple even."
"You told me to—" His sentence fractures. Clearing his throat, he starts again. '"You told me to take my clothes off, Lord Captain."
Even looking over his eyebrows at her, he couldn't hide the tinge of pink on his cheeks.
"I said 'Strip.' but yes, that is close enough I suppose."
Fingers dance along the top of the box in front of her, tapping out a nameless tune.
"Maybe I perhaps had the wrong impression of you Van Calox." A pouty exaggerated sigh follows her words as she stands.
"And what was this 'impression'?" He brings his arms across his chest, an edgy bite now ringing in his voice. "Because I seek to correct it if this is anywhere near the results."
He keeps speaking as she rounds the desk. "You cannot just simply demand of me at any moment. Try to imagine how that looks to the public— outside of just us."
She approaches at a steady pace, already seeming to tower over him, still he continues, "How it reflects on you, reflects on the inquisition. This is all completely out of the question..."
She stands just at the edge of his personal space, assessing him in silence before she speaks.
"Forgive me Interrogator, but if I may be frank with you for a moment." She takes a full immoderate step forward. "I don't really care about any of that."
Heinrix backs up instinctually.
"What are you—"
Is all that he manages to spit out before she moves forward again, bumping his back against the desks rounded wooden edge.
"My crew and my ship are worth more to me than 'keeping up appearances'."
He tried to retort, but she physically cuts him off, dropping in close. crushing him into a heated silence, like an ash flow in slow motion.
Heinrix does his best to maintain a respectable distance, but he was no match against her intensity.
"Now, my impression of you, dear Interrogator," she grasps his chin, forcing him to look at her, "is that you respond positively to demands." That same hand lets go and settles on the table, boxing him in.
She has him on the balls of his feet, leaning as far back as he can manage. His entire body simmering with a dull anger, but something else bubbled to the surface under her fiery gaze. And that something quickly was starting to smother him.
He pulls a lip between his teeth, watching as her sharp eyes intently search his face. She knew she was getting some where with him like this, that damned smile of hers told him as much.
"If... That is truly your impression..."
The words shook on their way out of him- she is so close. Imposing on him inch by inch like a rising tide while he drowns in her perfumed air.
Gradually she shifts her weight to reach passed him with the other arm. Nearly on top of him now, but still keeping those tantalizing few inches away. Her eyes dance from his own to his mouth, head angled just so.
"Then... T-then..."
His vexation for her swallowed whole by a sudden overpowering need for her to lay hands on him again.
His head mirrors hers on approach, eyes drifting closed. The cold warp seeping from his hands, making little fractals on her desk.
"You are... Mistaken..."
"Oh I'm afraid that I'm not at all convinced of that, Van Calox."
Click
His eyes flick open to see she has retreated.
It seems she was reaching passed him, to access that little red box and hit some sort of switch on her desk.
He doesn't move, elbows still planted on the desk, his ass about half way up it's edge. Just looks up at her silently with a complex blend of shame, anger, and embarrassment.
Her smile softens, only adding fuel to his aggravation and guilt.
"Not to worry dear, we will have no interruptions and no unwelcome ears. I've locked the doors and switched on the EMF shield."
He silently furrows his brows at the box she held out to him.
"I bought you a gift Heinrix. A gift that is best... Shared."
With tentative caution he cranes his neck as she lifts the cover.
It looks to be a box of things.
Things made of velvet, straps and lace.
He only cocks an eyebrow at them in response.
"I want to put this on you Heinrix. That is why I asked you what I did."
He looks away from it. The pink again rushing to the tops of his ears now. But his eye still periodically wandering over the box...
"May I?"
Her voice is so warm when she asks...
Heinrix sits up, rubbing at his fingers while making multiple laps- Looking from the box, to her then to the door.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, he makes an almost imperceptible nod.
"Ah. Use your words darling." She teased.
"...yes."
"Yes, what?"
He relents with a sigh.
"Y-yes you may..."
His face burned, eyes casting down as the weight of his shoulder plates lifts from him, clunking as they were set somewhere nearby, but it wasn't until he felt her stand astride his own legs that he turned to look up at her again.
Try as he might, he cannot place what it is about her that urges him to want every spare moment of her attention. He'd gone toe to toe with other rogue traders, even men above her station. Yet he still crumbles under her easy air of authority. Every coercive word of hers was only veiled with it. He had value in her eyes, she felt the need to praise him for it. All things he could easily exploit for information, but he didn't. He wanted it to keep happening... Why?
"Gloves." She states plainly, giving him her palm. He places his knuckles into it and she starts to pull the thick leather material off.
She speaks again, as the other one is relieved of its glove too.
"Shall we get started on this coat?"
He nods before immediately correcting himself. "Yes Lord Captain."
"I've wanted to do this since I've laid eyes on you." She speaks in a low hum that sends a cold tingle down his spine while she carefully unloops each brass button. "Take this mask off, piece by piece, and dress you in something nice."
He answered her with a drawn out sigh as the jacket is slips from his shoulders.
"You work so hard for me, and deserve more delicacies than you allow yourself to have."
The jacket has fallen to the wayside, yet his attention is tidally locked to her. Even as she slips his undershirt over his head, he's still lost in the sweet nothings that continue to grace his ears.
"So I will make you have them. I will wrap you in finery, because it is my will to see you in such a state."
She places a hand on his bare chest, and pushes gently.
"Now lie down, my little prince."
That pet name of hers was going to kill him one day.
Yielding without fuss, he eases down until his back was flat against the hardwood. The balls of his feet still touching the rug.
"There we are, " she cooed, bringing a knee to rest on the desk as still she straddled his legs.
She stays there for a moment, studying him with such an undeserved tenderness that it hurts for him to look at.
"Such modesty..." Her whisper tinted with a laugh. "You're so pretty when you're shy." A warm hand touches his cheek.
There is no point in fighting protocol anymore— Pinned under her like this. He leans into her hand, moving his head to kiss her palm.
Something shifts in him when he looks up at her from here. A sudden wave of cold and a want for something else.
"Careful now," she tuts, "Save those looks for later. Besides, what good is wrapping up such a handsome prince if I can't unwrap him later."
Heinrix watched her hand fall away, fingers tracing through the central trail of hair down his chest while she moves lower, leaning over to press her lips to his solar plexus.
He shudders at such a light touch— more follow suite, peppering down his soft under belly.
"Then why do you tease?..." He scoff weakly, picking his head up.
"Oh? Did you want me to stop?" A breath of hers bounces off of him.
He meets the question with a pressed silence— one that was easier to read than a letter.
"I thought as much..." Suddenly, her tongue graze the edge of a muscle, without taking eyes off of him. his head falls back on to the desk in a needy frustrated whine.
The belt unlatches and his waistband gives as she moves deftly, humming an absently along the way.
His eye catches on that red box next to him in the desk. At first glance, that material looked black. It was instead a very rich, phthalo green. Before he could make out any of the various pieces, he felt something pull his legs straight.
The Lord Captain managed to slipped his boots off and moved to easing his pants down by carefully tugging on each leg opening, Heinrix sat up to assist her, leaning on his elbows as he maneuvered.
Once they too leave him, she stops. Staring at him again with the same unapologetic admiration. Making him feel more exposed than revered as he sat on her cold desk in just his navy boxer briefs.
It wasn't long before she was close to him again, pulling the various garments out of the little red box and neatly placed them next to him.
A long pair of mesh stockings.
A velvet choker
A skirted garter belt.
And velvet briefs— no not quite. Only a thick waistband where side panels should have been.
Every single piece was edged with delicate black lace.
She stands in front of him, holding both her hands out for him to take. She guides him forward, to stand with her, before she turns him to face the desk.
"Hands on the desk."
His palms settles on its surface before her foot taps his ankles, widening his stance just a little.
"Good boy."
The cold rushes through his veins and his shoulders sink, settling more of his weight on the desk.
Her shadow lingers, taking one of the items off the desk.
"It's such a shame how all of this— all of you, is wasted on something as base as the inquisition."
A knuckle just barely touches the strong divot at the very center of his back. He arches with it as she traces all the way down— the ice not far behind.
The band around his waist stretches when her thumbs slip in.
"You are far too dashing to be some idiots warp battery."
She pulls it off, elastic tightening as she passes over the swell of his thighs. They drop free, catching on his calves before he steps out of them.
A new feeling bushes against him as something is slipped over his raised ankle. Glancing down, he catches a sheen of velvet.
"They call you a monster Heinrix, burn you at both ends until the void takes you. And for what? Meaningless accolades when you're dead?"
Her empty hand motions for his other foot to be raised, and he complies. The weighty but soft fabric follows the same path back up until it sits low on his hips.
It felt open, but covered all at once. It hugged every contour and curve, making it impossible to hide anything.
"Does it feel okay?" Her voice softens, quickly changing to a concerned tone.
"Yeah I... I think I'll manage." He says, looking down at it, "It's strangely comfortable for how little is there..."
A small chuckle escapes him and not a moment later does his heart skipping a beat, when the skirted garter belt is circled higher on his waist and cinched.
The frilled edges stopped just short of covering anything, the front completely wide open.
"I'm afraid we aren't done yet, little prince."
She wraps the chocker around his neck, clasping it before quickly turning him around.
A single finger is placed on his sternum, backing him up to the desk again.
"Sit and lie back again for me, will you?"
He does as told, offering her a pointed foot for her to slip the hosiery into. She responds in kind with a sly smirk, bringing the fabric up and over, pulling the stocking up at a leisurely place— occasionally pressing her lips to his skin. His leg is turned open as she brings the stocking to rest on his thigh.
They were clipped in place with the garter, and she places another kiss on him— slow and in a soft spot. A shuddering wave of cold air and his breath condenses. Hissed out of him like smoke through his gritted teeth.
He could feel himself harden, pushing up against the velvet, it was almost pleasant.
"Too much? I can stop if yo—"
"No." His sudden interruption elicited a little laugh from her.
"A-again... Please..." He pleaded with a shaky breath. In words just loud enough for the both of them to hear.
Her hand grasps the second stocking, bunching it up around her thumbs. Just the same as before, she slips it around his foot, steadily pulling it up just behind strategically places kisses.
Again she bent his leg, securing the stocking with the final garter clasps.
"You like this? All this attention, Interrogator?" She spoke, pressing her lips against the soft skin of his inner thigh.
More cold smoke drops from his mouth and he can only answer with a strangled groan.
The Lord Captain stays low, watching him twitch up against the luxurious green fabric.
"Just look at you..."
Heinrix gasps as her hand cups him, massaging over the silky material.
"I don't think I can stand letting you leave without at least a little taste..."
The fabric is pulls to the side, freeing his hard cock to the now cold air. He looks passed it, watching her put a finger to her mouth, slathering it in saliva.
"When we're done with our little mission. I'm going to call you in here. And your going to take all this pretty stuff off for me."
The wet pad of her finger presses low and Heinrix cries out, clawing the edge of the desk above his head to steady himself.
"Slowly— piece by piece."
He whimpers openly, back arching deep as she makes careful circles around the ring of muscle, over and over.
"Then when you're done giving me a little show," Heinrix bites down on a knuckle as she wraps her fingers around his swollen shaft. "I'm going to bend you over my desk, and fuck your brains out."
The whole room now dropped in temperature, as he rolled his hips against both of her beautiful hands.
"A-ah~ f-fuck. P-please. I need it. I ne—" another sound rips from his chest as her mouth sinks down. Tongue swirling in perfect unison with her finger pulsing at his softening entrance.
Then just as soon as it had all started, she stopped. Releasing him with a subtle pop from her lips.
He looked down over his sweaty heaving chest, watching her wipe her self clean with a handkerchief.
"That's enough for now." She moved the fabric of his underwear over covering his still throbbing erection. "No more fun until we're done." He shudders as she pats a hand over him.
With an agonized whine, he pick himself up from the desk, before glowering against her impish little smirk again.
"Now now interrogator." She tuts, handing him his slacks. "Grumpy little princes don't get their dessert. Be a good boy and you'll get everything your heart desires."
"I'll hold you to it." Heinrix grumbles, as he dresses himself. "I do not like to be disappointed."
"Neither do I, Van Calox "