warnings. | smut, boss/employee relationship, dom/sub, reader goes commando, sex in an office, exhibitionism kink (lloyd), clit rubbing, lack of prep, p in v sex, rough sex, dirty talk, praise, degradation, Daddy kink, pet name usage (pretty girl), creampie, and more. 18+MINORSDNI!
pairing. | CEO!Lloyd Hansen x Employee!Fem!Reader.
author’s note. |last concept for the month! up next: sf!johnny fic. please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog! my taglist.@nsfwlibrary.MINORSDNIYOUWILLBEBLOCKED!
Lloyd calls your name, and the tone is so familiar. You smile brightly, your white skirt flitting, and quickly walk past his secretary’s empty desk. He can see you, even though you can’t see him. The trick of the glass adds to the thrill of all the escapades you’ve had with your boss.
As soon as you open the door, he speaks.
“I like your outfit, pretty girl. You matchin’ with me today?” Mr. Hansen questions and you smile shyly. “Maybe… Not quite, though,” you hum gently, hands grabbing at the flowy fabric that wraps around your waist.
While you’re dressed in black, his clothing has a tinge of purple to it. Though, under the lighting of his office, you two seem to be clad in the same shade. Lloyd stands up, eyebrows raised in curiosity for a few seconds.
“Really? Well… we’re wearing the same-ish colours, we’ve both got on a jacket, and we’ve got our rings on, too…” he trails off, dancing two fingers along the glass of his desk.
“Wanna bet?” you joke, a smug yet challenging smile on your face. “You’re gonna make me a broke man, pretty girl. How am I gonna be able to fly us to those nice tropical places, hm?” he asks, moving closer towards you. You don’t budge at all; instead, you tilt your head upwards.
The tip of your tongue trails your lips, distracting Mr. Hansen for a slight second.
Suddenly, you’re lifting up your skirt and showing him what really sets you two apart. Your bare and glistening folds are meant for only Lloyd to see; now, he’s been graced with the sight for an nth time.
“Shit, baby…” he groans, hand coming up to touch you. His rough fingers find your clit, and he begins to rub your nub in near-vicious circles. “Fuck… Daddy,” you whimper, knees nearly buckling. Lloyd guides you to sit on his desk before ushering you to lie back.
Your boss parts your legs and pushes up your clothing, exposing your most private parts to him. His cock strains against his slacks, and you reach for it. But he suddenly slaps your hand away and frees himself with a few movements. Lloyd’s ministrations on your pearl stop for a second, and you let out a pathetic whine.
“Daddy…”
“Shhh… Daddy’s got you, pretty girl. ‘M gonna fuck you like the whore you are,” he grunts, spitting on his thick cock. The hard flesh is a wild contrast to the pale colour of his pants, and with no choice, you’re staring at his monstrosity. The ache he leaves you with is always deep, but it never has you shying away from him.
“I love your cock so much, Daddy,” you shyly tell him, bringing a leg up for better aim. “I know you do, baby. That’s why you’re always begging for it, hm? Even when I’m at my meetings and away for assignments. Just can’t get enough a’ me,” Lloyd murmurs, slapping his leaky tip on your sensitive clit.
You jolt at the sensation yet start to grin when he drags the head down to your drooling hole, teasing you slightly. “Can’t live without your cock, Daddy. Need it in me all the time,” you whimper when he begins to push in, and Lloyd groans at your words. “Yeah? That’s why you’re always under my desk, right? Warming my cock like a good little slut.”
You’ve been hidden between his legs on numerous occasions, your jaw slack and your member down your throat. He’s had phone calls and discussions in those exact moments, and he has never once led you two to be caught. And so, time after time, you always drop to your knees and warm your boss’s dick like a good little slut and employee.
Abruptly, Lloyd sheathes his entire length into your sopping pussy. You let out a cry that he’s heard more than once. His broad hands run up and down your sides, soothing you as you adjust to the harsh thickness. He’s nearly knocked the wind out of you, and it’s almost hard to breathe with him inside of you.
“Good girl… Such a good girl,” he coos, and it’s almost as if Lloyd’s words are magical. As soon as the last letter leaves his mouth, the uncomfortableness leaves your body. He’s got some sort of pull on your body—some kind of control. Now, the stretch is euphoric, and you’re helplessly biting down on your bottom lip.
“Taking my cock like I trained you to,” he mutters, watching as he disappears inside your tight snatch. “My little pussy was made for it, Daddy,” you whisper, and Lloyd wraps his arms around your thighs. He uses his hold as leverage and fucks into you roughly.
Your boss is torn between admiring the near-dizzy look on your face and the stretch of your little cunt. His cock glistens with each drag of his hips. “Fuck, yeah,” Lloyd groans, bringing his gaze back to your face. Your mouth is slacked open, and your eyes are squeezed shut.
The pleasure that blooms inside you is near-addictive. “Such a dirty little slut. Letting her boss fuck her on the job. But you’re my slut, right? Yeah, you are,” Mr. Hansen grunts, and his filthy words have you clenching around his cock. He curses, not expecting the sudden tightness of your pussy. “Uh-huh, I’m your slut, Daddy! All yours.”
“Damn right—fuck,” Lloyd moans, picking up the pace of his thrusts. You palm your tits through the fabric of your shirt, whimpering at the added euphoria. “Daddy– ‘M gonna come,” you whine out, body jerking from his hammering. “So good for Daddy. Always askin’ for permission. Go on, pretty girl. Soak Daddy’s cock,” Lloyd urges, and with his words, you succumb to your orgasm.
Your back arches off the desk, and you writhe as much as you can within Lloyd’s hold. “Good girl—so good, so perfect,” he coos, easing you through the quake that is your climax. Your pussy spasms around his hard cock, and it hugs him unyieldingly.
“You’re so damn gorgeous when you come, baby. Think I might have to take a picture next time.”
“W– Whatever you want, Daddy. ‘M all yours….”
Your last three words are what push him over the edge—all different types of feelings surging through Lloyd. He groans your name in a deep tone, hips stilling and balls clenching. His ropes of cum fill you up, and you let out a soft moan that has him smiling.
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Even the most powerful man in the world had a weakness. It could be money, material things… even people. You were Nick Fowler’s weakness and everybody knew it. Most enemies would make a joke and say if someone wanted to kill him, they would have to while Nick was balls deep inside of you.
That man was powerless when it came to you, no matter how stoic he could be. He never told you no and when he did, it was for a good reason… most times. Only you could see through his bullshit and it was hard to bluff with you.
Nick had a lot of enemies that was for damned sure. But.. He was untouchable — until now.
You never thought you would see the day that anyonewould have touched him, let alone have him tied to a chair. It was the usual Tuesday and you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when he called for you.
Your body was already on fire because when daddy called for you, you ran shamelessly. It didn’t matter if you were in the middle of a shower, you were prancing your naked ass down the hallway just to see what he wanted.
That was something he didn’t mind at all, he didn’t need to rip off any clothes to get what he wanted. But as he called for you on this day, there wasn’t an inkling that something was wrong.
