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breath0ftheglacian · 11 months ago

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Discipline

Ok guys, so at least it's done now. This is the final part of the story. I f you can call it that. I would call it pure porn.

All chapters: Lesson 1 Lesson 2 Lesson 3

Lesson 3

When Rufus said he would ask Tseng to join you, you dismissed it as a dirty joke. Yet he did exactly that, or rather asked him to join you for a drink one rainy night, as he picked you up in his shiny black car from the Shinra building entrance. Untroubled, the leader of the Turks simply looked at his wristwatch, pulled his sleeve back down and replied, "I've got time."

You started in the bar of an upper plate hotel, but very soon moved to the penthouse suite at Rufus' suggestion. While Rufus instructed the bartender on which bottles of what vintage to send upstairs, Tseng leaned close to your ear and made sure his boss didn't hear him. "Excessive. He always gets like this. We better oblige."

Soon you found yourself upstairs, relaxing in a wide armchair across from the vice president and his right hand man. It's been just the three of you, yet the room has been filled with noise, laughter and music for what seems like mere moments. The record that was playing has reached its end, and suddenly the room falls silent. You look up at a huge designer clock on the opposite wall, the small hand pointing at number three, and you realize you're drunk. At least more drunk than you intended to be.

"Anyway," Rufus starts, "I had to ask you along tonight because my darling had requested it."

"Me? Did I?" you protest, and he chuckles at your reaction.

"You said it would be exciting."

You bite your lip as Tseng smiles at the way you're being teased. He's pulled his ponytail out of his hair which now falls half across his face, unruly. Ties have been loosened, jackets removed. Yet his black leather gloves remain.

"I don't remember saying that," you try, but you're instantly interrupted.

"You did."

"I think you suggested it, actually. Aren't you happy he's here?"

"I am."

"He joined us, we're having a drink and a laugh."

"You know I meant more than that."

You feel a sudden flutter of butterflies in your stomach. So it wasn't a joke. Of course not. You should've known, not with him. Anything dirty he thinks of, he does. You feel nervous, but not as nervous as you should be. Perhaps it's the wine helping you out. Or, perhaps, you want this...

"I know." You think for a moment. "Well, you did say 'join us', right?"

Rufus waits to see where you're trying lead him.

"That means me, and you. So why don't you start and show what you mean?"

A wide grin spreads across his face as erupts into laughter. He turns to his friend who, without hesitation, moves closer to his boss, lifting his chin with a gloved hand, leaning in to kiss him. Their lips part and you can see a tongue enter, slow, unhurried, sensual. You feel like you should look away, yet you can't. You didn't know it before, but you know it now. You want this. It feels like you're spying on an intimate moment. It happened so easily, so organically, and you had only meant it as a little dig. Yet there, in front of you, something magical is happening. Suddenly you get the feeling this is not the first time. There's something more here you're not being told.

Rufus grabs his friend by the wrist and brings his hand down to his own lap, slowly guiding it toward his groin. As the gloved fingers discover his arousal, Tseng breaks away, hesitantly turning to look at you. Another low laugh escapes the vice president and Tseng chuckles as well, brushing his dark hair away from his face.

"Now you come here," Rufus taps his lap. "We'll be nice."

You sit in his lap with your back to him and he pulls you closer, gently nuzzling your neck. Shyly you turn to look at Tseng, who's dark eyes look almost black in the hazy light.

"You sure?" the Turk asks you in a low voice.

You bite your lip again and nod gently.

He moves in front of the seat, checking your face for any signs of hesitation. Then, he kisses you. First gently on the lips, then deeper, with that tongue, and you swear you can taste Rufus on him. Your chest starts moving heavier as you draw in air slowly between kisses. You feel Rufus' hot breath on your neck as he slides under your top, cupping your breasts, starting to massage them gently.

You lean back on Rufus and he moves lower on the seat, while Tseng slides his gloved hand under your skirt, finding your entrance, starting to tease you. That damn glove. It's more gentle than what you're used to with Rufus, more refined, more calculated. You don't moan, but slow, soft sighs come out as he tickles you, rubs you tenderly. A single finger enters you and you draw in a sharp breath.

"Do you like it?" Rufus murmurs in your ear. You open your eyes to look at Tseng, but can't produce any words.

"Of course you do," he concludes, brushing your nipple with his thumb as he continues to caress you.

You feel completely powerless between them, your body wanting to melt into the slow rhythm. Tseng brings his thumb to rub your clit in little circles and your breath hastens, as you feel yourself starting to near an orgasm.

"Should we let her?" Rufus asks his companion. Tseng looks down at you, reading the desperation in your face.

"Yes."

The relief that one word gives you is unimaginable. They follow through with what they've started and bring you all the way to the edge, resulting in a long, slow release that finally makes you moan uncontrollably, high on them watching as you become undone.

Once your body calms down, you pull your legs together and Tseng gets up, taking a seat in the opposite armchair.

"What do we say to our friend?" Rufus asks you in a demanding tone.

"Thank you."

"Say it like you mean it." His fingers tickle your entrance, checking your arousal.

"Thank you."

"And what do you want to say to me?" he turns your head and you bring your mouth to his.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Now show him how thankful you are," he commands and ushers you up from his lap.

You approach the armchair and take a seat on the floor in front of Tseng, who's watching you silently.

"Can I?"

You reach for the zip on his suit trousers and he lets you. You take out his cock, half hard, and looking up at him, bring your lips to the tip. Pushing out your tongue, you give it a little lick, and he brings his hand to rest on the back of your head.

Taking him inside your mouth, you start to move up and down, pushing your tongue against his shaft.

"Suck," he instructs you and you follow his request, feeling him grow harder as you work him slowly.

"That's it," he whispers and you keep your pace, wrapping your fingers around the base of his shaft.

You hear Rufus move behind you, and feel his hand grab your ass.

"Lift up."

You do as you're told and lift your hips, coming to all fours. You feel Rufus tease his cock against you and then, slowly, push himself inside. All the way. Your instinct tells you to pick up the pace, and you try to move your head faster, but a gentle tug of your hair stops you.

"No. Slowly."

Calming yourself, you start to find the right tempo, moving your mouth up and down, keeping your hips still while being fucked. Slowly, slowly, slowly. You feel a drop of liquid on your tongue and Tseng tugs your hair just a little firmer, thrusting his hips in time with you. You do your best to keep it slow, slow, so slow as you gaze up at Tseng, clearly nearing his limit. Just for a moment, he locks eyes with his boss, almost painful expression passing his face, before rolling back his head to the edge of the chair. Warm liquid fills your mouth as you let out a low hum of pleasure.

"Swallow it," Rufus tells you, and you do your best to capture every drop. The Turk lifts up his head, looking down at you, lapping up the last few drops drizzling down his cock. He lifts your chin with his hand and wipes the sides of your mouth.

"He told me you were good." The praise coming from Tseng feels unusually arousing.

You lift your upper body to lean on his lap, as Rufus keeps working on you steady, now picking up the pace. It's obvious to you that the slow pace is a preference of his companion. Now that he's been taken care of, anything is permitted. Tseng leans back in his chair, his trousers still undone, watching you being taken by his boss. You're just getting to enjoy the ride, when Rufus suddenly stops.

"I want you on the bed."

You move over to the sating covers, a bed wide enough to sleep five people. Tseng remains in the chair, though his eyes follow your every move while he slowly sips the last of his drink. You lay on your back on the edge of the bed, and Rufus lifts your leg on his shoulder as he pushes inside you again. This time, it's on his terms. Fast, rough, demanding. It doesn't take too long for you to reach another orgasm, and he follows mere seconds behind, leaning down over you, pushing as deep as he can reach. You press his head against your chest, and to your surprise, he kisses your skin softly, then again, several times, before slowly pulling out and laying down beside you.

You feel the exhaustion finally take over your body. The large clock on the wall is almost five in the morning. A faint pink glow is starting to take over the sky, and bleeding into the room, coloring everything in a gentle rose hue.

With a little wince, you're awake. In the middle of the bed, under the satin sheet. Rufus is sleeping next to you, far gone, breathing deeply. You pause for a moment to look at his messy hair, his peaceful sleeping face. You stupid handsome bastard, you think, before remembering Tseng. You turn around on the bed to see wrinkled bed sheets. So at least he did sleep here for a while. You look at the clock. Half eleven.

Then, realising there's a faint sound of running water coming from across the room, you carefully get up. Dizzy. You make your way on tiptoes to the other end of the room and the bathroom door. Peeking in, you see Tseng in the shower.

"Hi," you mutter in a sleepy voice.

He turns around, giving a little chuckle at the sight of your barely awake self.

"Good morning."

"Did you sleep at all?"

"Work time," he responds. Then, after a brief pause. "Would you like to wash?"

You join him in the shower, and he lets you adjust the temperature which is a bit too hot for your liking, making your hungover head throb. He offers to wash your hair and you let him, enjoying the careful and gentle manner in which he does everything.

"I've never done anything... like this," you confess as he's rinsing off the shampoo from your hair.

"Was it okay?" he asks.

"I... I don't want it to end," you finally mutter, slightly surprising yourself.

"It doesn't have to," he responds.

With that, he steps out of the shower and wraps a white towel around his waist. He nods at you as a sign that duty calls, and you nod back, watching him disappear back into the main room.

You stand there for a long time, hoping that the running water would clear your cluttered and confused mind. It doesn't. After what seems like an hour, you crawl back to the side of the bed, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe.

Rufus opens his eye narrowly. Seeing you, he reaches his arm and pulls you over to him.

"I thought you left," he wraps his arm around you as you lay beside him.

"Sorry."

"Don't leave yet."

"I'm not leaving."

"Good."

#rufus shinra x reader #rufus shinra #smut #tseng x reader #threesome #ffvii x reader #tsengru #tsengru x reader

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breath0ftheglacian · 11 months ago

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Discipline

Yeah I'm just gonna get this out of my system. Long live Rufus Shinra. Remember this is pure filth and NSFW. All chapters: Lesson 1 Lesson 2 Lesson 3

Lesson 2

You stand in the middle of the room, Rufus Shinra positioned across, behind his mahogany desk, gently resting his chin on his arm. "You came." You shrug. "You called."

It's been some weeks, maybe three, since your previous and only encounter with the vice president. Yet not a day has passed where it hasn't been on your mind, like a permanent stain that you can't get rid of no matter how much you scrub. His hand marks all over your body, his voice telling you dirty things.

You only got the word last night. A call from Tseng of the Turks, out of the blue, with very brief instructions. The VP wants to see you tomorrow. Wear something nice.

Despite his polite manner, there is something crooked, something unnatural in how he sees you in and out of the VP's office. He walks just a few steps in front of you, leading you to his boss. Yet you did as you were told. You chose a set of lingerie just for him. The stockings, your favourite dress. Like some high class prostitute, you couldn't help thinking, and as the door shut behind you with that familiar click, you felt a quiet rebellion rising within you. Why should it only be on your terms?

A small grunt emerges from the corner of the room, and you see a large black creature adjusting itself as it lays its head on its muscular paws, mirroring its owner. An undeniably powerful looking dog. Or is it a cat? You can't quite tell.

"Darkstar." Rufus introduces his companion, and the creature slightly lifts its gaze. "She's a darling, really."

"I'm sure."

Your eyes drift back to Rufus, and land on the single object he's placed in the middle of his otherwise cleared desk. A collar, not dissimilar to the one the creature is wearing. Black leather, silver chain.

"And this, is it for me?" you ask, nodding at the collar. "It's for a pet."

Your eyes lock. A thought flashes through your mind, a brave impulse. You could...

It seems he read your mind, as you stumble forward and reach for the collar at the same time. He traps your hand under his. Thinking quick, you manage to snatch the chain and swiftly pull the item for yourself.

"I win."

Rufus stares you down. You're not sure what this means, but you're holding the symbol of dominance in your hands. He doesn't speak. You hold his gaze, unwavering. You've decided to stand your ground.

Finally, he lets out a little "hmph," and with a little rub of his lip, proceeds to take off his suit jacket, carefully placing it on the back of his chair. You watch him, still unsure of what's to follow. Then, opening the cuffs of his shirt, he rolls the black sleeves up to his elbows. He opens the top two buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric away from his neck, and looks at you as if to ask, what are you going to do?

You take a deep breath and straighten your back. "Get on your knees," you demand.

He moves closer, and you're sure you're about to be punished. This time though, you're not scared to look him in the eye, like a beast challenging an intruder, expressing dominance. To your surprise, he stops in front of you and drops to his knees. "I knew you were going to be fun."

"Hah," you manage to respond, shocked at what's actually happening. He looks up at the collar in your hands, then you. You take the collar to his neck and he lets you put it on, waiting patiently for you to finish as you try to be as gentle as you can. Once you've buckled the collar, you pull the chain tight and lean against the desk, pulling him closer to you.

The black creature rouses in the corner of the room and lets out a low but distinct growl - a warning.

"D, it's ok," Rufus lifts his hand and with that, the beast is tamed, laying its head down again. Suddenly it hits you. You're in control. He's submitting. Something wild takes over you. You slap him on the cheek.

"Did I give you permission to talk?"

His eyes widen in disbelief as he processes what you've just done. Then, a deep breath.

"Harder." "Excuse me?" You can't believe what you're hearing. "You have to do it har--" He's interrupted by another slap from you, this time harder, as per his request. "Is that better?"

You slap him again, even harder. Your hand stings. His cheek is red, his breathing growing heavy. He looks up and gives you a little nod. You run your hand through his hair and he keeps his blue eyes on you, waiting for your command.

"You told me to wear something nice," you say softly, bringing your hand to caress his cheek where you landed your blow. "I picked this out for you."

You slowly roll up the hem of your dress, revealing the rim of the stockings, the suspenders, the laced underwear. He watches you as you bring the dress to your waist.

"Do you like it?" He nods gently, looking up at you again. "Why don't you show me how much you like it," you say with a playful tinge, giving the chain a little tug.

He moves closer to you and lifts his hands to the outside of your thighs. Looking up, he checks if you're ok with this.

"Yeah," you whisper.

He brings his face to your hips and takes a deep breath. You run your hand through his hair again, as he rubs his nose against your underwear, breathing you in, slowly, intently. A soft sigh escapes your lips. He presses a kiss on the flowery embroidered underwear as his hands move to grab your ass, squeezing you firmly. Another sigh. You're both breathing in time, heavy, hungry.

His finger traces along the rim of your panties, then moves them aside to make way to his lips, pressing kisses around, everywhere, moving dangerously close to your most sensitive area. He looks up at you, and with a little smug smile, closes his eyes as he lets his tongue slide in between your legs, lapping up, up, up towards your clitoris.

You instantly let out a moan. You know the rules - he wants to hear it, and you want to give him the reward. He's making you hot, wet, way too aroused way too quickly. He grabs your ass harder and you start to move your hips in time with his tongue. You feel your whole body tense, the hair stand up in your neck, your nipples harden, your fingers grabbing his hair. This could come to and end very soon, but it would be too soon, too hasty.

"Wait," you whimper. "Stop."

He doesn't.

"Stop," you demand, louder, as he tries to slide his tongue inside you. It takes every ounce of self control for you not to cum right then. Grabbing his head with both hands, you push his face away as he pauses to catch his breath, his lips glistening from your juices. You stare at him, painful, throbbing pulsating between your legs.

"Bad, bad pet," you pant. He licks his lips, waiting for your next command. You survey around the room. "The chair," you decide. "Sit in your chair."

He does as he's told and you instantly climb over him, starting to undo his pants. His hands join in to help you. Together you manage to fumble the buttons open and pull down his underwear, revealing his cock, already fully hard. You wrap your fingers around the shaft, and this time it's him that lets out a slow moan. You can't help but smile, feeling up his size, gliding your hand up and down as he looks at you, eyes burning with need.

Lifting your hips, you position yourself on top, bringing his tip to gently touch your moist opening, leaning over to place a kiss on his temple.

"Since you were so bad," you whisper, slowly sliding down, taking all of him inside you, "I will have my fun, and cum all over you. And you will watch, and hold yourself together. Understood?"

You turn your gaze to meet his, and he nods again in agreement, giving you a little smirk. Is this what he wanted all along? You don't care. You're drunk on your power, intoxicated by calling the shots. You start to grind yourself against him, his cock pushing against your walls. Not quite the spot, almost, you readjust yourself. And there it is. His shaft is pushing against that spot inside you, the waves of pleasure start coming, first slowly, then more consuming, and you lose yourself in the rhythm. He watches you in awe, letting out little gasps, doing his best not to get too lost in your slow dance.

You pull on the chain and crash your lips against his as you feel yourself get tight around him, so tight it almost hurts to move, but you have to, you're compelled by the pleasure. You moan loudly into his mouth as you allow yourself to finally experience the full orgasm, sending little jolts across your body, leaving you dizzy with delight. One more little twitch, then, stillness.

As you come down from the high, you shift your hips and feel him inside you. Still hard, waiting patiently. You let out a little laugh and he chuckles with you.

"Wow," he whispers. "What would my pet like now?" you ask.

He pauses to think for a moment. "I want to fuck you until you cum again."

You find yourself on all fours in front of his desk, spreading your knees on his fancy rug. He enters you from behind, with a powerful thrust, and you cry out again, fulfilling your side of the agreement. He fucks, you scream. He doesn't waste time being gentle, and you drop your upper body to the floor, pushing your ass agains his cock as he pounds you, harder, faster. He grabs your hair and leans in closer, reclaiming his position as the master.

"I love being your pet," he speaks in a low voice, sending electricity up your spine, "I love it even more when you think you can get away with it." He drives his cock into you, commanding, sweat dripping everywhere. Your skins stick together, sticky, sweaty, soaked. It's rough, animalistic, utterly vulgar, and still, somehow, it's not enough.

"I can't," you cry out from sheer exhaustion. You're so close, so desperate to get another release, yet somehow it's eluding you. "You can." He reaches his hand down, fingers finding your clit, and starts to work at the same pace he's pushing inside you. It's enough. "Can I cum?" you whine as you already start to, clear liquid gushing from your entrance and dripping all over your legs, his legs, the rug. It's the first time you've ever experienced anything like this. "Oh you dirty girl," he sighs, and with a few last forceful thrusts, joins you in the elation, releasing his seed inside you, his juices mixing with yours.

You collapse on the rug and he follows you all the way down, burying his face in your hair as he rides the final waves of his orgasm.

It's a few minutes before you finally have the energy to roll around onto your back. Rufus sits up on the rug next to you, looking down at the chain that hangs from the collar, still around his neck. You wrap your index finger around the chain and play with it as you look at each other, neither of you finding the words to say, or perhaps not needing to. Suddenly you remember something, and let out a giggle.

"Is he waiting? Behind the door?" "Tseng?" "Mhm." "Why? Would you like me to invite him to join us?" You laugh out loud, but Rufus just smiles at you. "I don't know... maybe that would be exciting." "I'll ask him." You laugh again, pushing yourself up to sitting, while Rufus finally decides to free himself from the collar. "Are you hungry?" he asks, pulling up his pants and tucking his shirt in. "I know a place just two blocks from here. We can take D for a walk, too." The beast snores quietly in the corner, relaxed and fast asleep, seemingly completely undisturbed by your carnal games.

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breath0ftheglacian · 11 months ago

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Reblog cause look how pretty.

Tseng and Rufus drunk forced kiss that I supposed to post, last week 🥃

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breath0ftheglacian · 11 months ago

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Discipline

Ok guys so hear me out. Ardyn is our trash Jesus yes. But. Have you heard of Rufus Shinra? He is ridiculously hot. And we have to honor that. And that is what I intend to do.

With this... filth. Pure filth.

You've been warned. All chapters: Lesson 1 Lesson 2 Lesson 3

Lesson 1

The door clicks shut behind you, then, another click. Locked?

You gaze around the room, the leather and mahogany, the marble pillars, the big windows giving a view of the upper plates of Midgar. The city below is almost balck, and in front of you, Rufus Shinra in a white suit, sitting on the corner of his desk, the top two buttons of his shirt casually opened, looking at you with a hint of amusement.

"Please, make yourself comfortable."

You have no idea why you're here. All you know is you were sent for, called in from the crowd by your boss, in the middle of those oh so boring but absolutely compulsory company parties Shinra loves to throw.

"Would you like a drink? Or have you had enough?" "Yes please," you clear your throat. "And may I also ask, what gives me the honor?"

Rufus turns to look over his shoulder as he picks up a crystal decanter, the liquid reflecting from the window as he pours.

"Oh, I thought I would give you the honor of offering to fulfill your wish." "My wish?" You try to think back on what you've wished for. A raise? A holiday? "Yes. If it's still a thing you wish for, or course." You chuckle. "I'm not quite sure..." "Let's see... To be bent over the desk of the vice president and be fucked, hard, I believe it was?"

Your heart drops to your stomach and you swallow, loud, nearly chocking. How did he hear that?! Did you write it in an email? No, you're certain you only whispered it. When you first saw him. You said he was tall and unfairly handsome and... but did you say that? Yeah, you did. Whispered it very quietly to your colleague at the event where you say the VP's speech for the first time. You think you were quiet. There's no way anyone could have heard it. You were tipsy, but not that tipsy...

"The walls have ears," he smiles, passing you a glass. You take it, silently cussing under your breath. "I'm so sorry, it was completely inappropriate." "Oh?" He sips his drink. "So you've changed your mind?"

You laugh, dropping your gaze. Suddenly it's way too hard to look at him. You don't quite know what to do with your drink, either, so you half sip it, then just play with the glass, swirling the liquid around.

"I'm... I..." "That's fine. You're free to go then." He gestures at the door.

Embarrassed, you nod, placing the glass next to him on the desk and whispering an apology, still avoiding his gaze. You make your way to the door, legs shaking from sheer shock.

"It's a shame," you hear him remark, still sitting on the desk behind you.

With your hand already on the door handle, you pause for a moment. You turn to look at him, now in turn twirling the liquid in his glass. He looks nonchalant, almost bored.

"Sir, are you playing with me?" "I don't know. Are we playing? I thought you said no."

You gasp, unwittingly. Could he be serious?

"Well what if... I said... yes?"

He takes a sip of his drink, putting it on the table and looks at you. A moment passes in silence, except for the sound of blood rushing in your ears. Your heart is pounding. Your mouth is dry. His eyes remain on you.

"Come here." His voice is soft, and the words make your spine tingle. You let go of the door handle, and like a puppy who's been scorned, return to him gingerly.

You pause a few feet away from him, and as he pats the space on the desk next to him, you move closer and sit on the edge. He turns to look at you and gently places his hand on top of yours. You peek at him from under your brow, unable to hide your smile. This is cute, you think, not quite what I expected. Taking your hand in his, he lifts it up to his lips. Gently, very softly he brushes the back of your hand against his lips, giving you little shivers.

Then, standing up, he moves to face you in front of the desk, his fingers now brushing your hair behind your ear. You stare at the open buttons on his shirt, his neck, his chin. He lifts your chin with his other hand and you close your eyes as his face comes close, so close you can feel his warm breath. He places his thumb on your chin, pulling your lower lip and you part your lips expecting to feel his touch yours at any moment.

He chuckles, pleased, as you feel his breath move away and down to the side of your neck. He takes in a deep breath.

"Your hair smells beautiful," he whispers just below your ear, and you breathe him in, in return, the smell of perfume and alcohol intoxicating you. You feel his knee pushing its way between your legs, and you allow it, slightly parting your legs and leaning back more on your arms. Suddenly his hand is massaging the underside of your breast, his hot breath tickling your neck, and then, a warm wetness as his tongue glides along your main artery, earning a little gasp from you.

Your chest moves up and down slower, and you feel fingers gliding up the inside of your leg, pausing just short of your underwear. Then, slowly, gently, they move on top of your panties, just barely touching, so softly, feeling the outside of your labia through the fabric. You know he can feel your arousal, you've been exposed. He laughs, his chuckle tickling your skin, and stands up straighter, moving his other hand to the back of your head, grabbing your hair a bit too firmly.

"So you do want it." "Yes."

He holds your head, his blue eyes staring straight at you from behind strands of blonde hair. His hand is commanding, holding your hair in a tight grip, while below, his fingertips tease you ever so softly, frustratingly so, making you ache.

"Say it." "Please." "No. Say what you want." You pause for a moment, gathering your courage. "Say it." His fingers glide over the wet fabric of your panties, pressing harder, but only for a moment as he takes the pleasure away again, and you moan. "Fuck me." "What's that?" "Please fuck me. Please."

Hearing you say it makes him smile. "You're bold. I like that." He looks you up and down, reveling in your request.

"But why should I give you what you want." His voice is low, and for a moment, you realize you're scared.

You don't have the time to process it though, as he grabs you by the waist and turns you around, pushing your upper body down on the desk.

"Bent over," he declares, positioning himself behind you. You long to feel him and push your ass against him, feeling his erection pressing against his pants. He chuckles as you desperately try to rub yourself against him, moving his hips further away, while still pressing your back against the desk.

"Maybe I should teach you a lesson in discipline." He lifts your dress, and proceeds to pull down your underwear.

"I can give you this," he continues, his two fingers sliding along your wet opening and over your clit, now pressing firmly, and a slow moan escapes your lips.

"Good. As long as you make it known how much you enjoy it, you can have more. Understood?" "Yes," you answer, a bit more quietly than you intended as your voice has escaped you. "I'm afraid that's not loud enough," he responds, withdrawing his hand. "No, please!" you cry out, and soon enough you're rewarded with the firm touch of his hand, rubbing against you. Not so cute anymore... but, better.

You don't want it to stop, so you make sure he hears every drop of pleasure you're experiencing as his hand moves up and down your area. You lean your forehead on the back of your wrist as you arch your back to give him more access, and he takes up the offer, sliding two fingers inside you. Deeper. You know what to do, and let our a cry of pleasure.

"Good girl, that's it." His fingers are deep inside you now, reaching close to your g-spot and rubbing with a slow but intensifying pace. You moan and whine constantly, scared that the pleasure might stop if not given the constant reassurance that you love it.

"I didn't know you were such a dirty girl," he continues, bringing a finger to gently tickle your anus as he fucks you with his other hand. You're dripping wet, drops rolling down your leg. Teasing around the rim of your anus, the tip of his finger slides in, aided by your own juices, and your muscles instantly tighten and grip around him. He forces his finger a bit further, and you're starting to feel a fullness, an intense pleasure as he takes control of your both openings. Everything is warm, round, full, pulsating. It's too intense, too much, too wonderful. He slides a third finger into your pussy and starts rubbing firmly against your spot.

"Now cum for me. Cum loudly."

He doesn't need to tell you again. You've barely held it together this long, and your whole body shakes violently, your knees buckling, drool falling on the desk, tears rolling out of your eyes as you let it all out, your cries, your juices, your utter surrender. Tears of pleasure turn into actual tears as emotions take you completely by surprise and your start sobbing, shaken to the core by the ecstasy you just experienced.

Rufus withdraws and watches you as he dries his hands on a white towel. You cover your mouth and try to hide the fact that you're crying, but do a poor job of it. The crying turns into laughter. You don't know what you're feeling, but it's magnificent.

After a moment of gathering yourself, you finally lift up from the desk to wobbly legs, and turn around to face him. He extends his hand, presenting your underwear. You take it, letting out a little chuckle.

"Thank you." "You're welcome."

You clear your throat and put on your underwear while he watches.

"Can I-" you're about to suggest you return the favor, but he cuts you short. "No need. We're done here."

You blink your eyes, surprised.

"We are?" He nods. "For now."

He steps closer and looks at your face to check that you're decent, then wipes the corner of your eye with his thumb.

"Makeup." His hand smells of you. It's crazy. What just happened?

You look at each other for a moment. Then, he moves to his desk and reaches under, pressing a button. Almost instantly the door to the office opens from the outside and the leader of the Turks steps in wearing his immaculate dark blue suit. Was he waiting outside?

"Please escort my guest back to the party" Rufus instructs him. "Sir," the Turk agrees with a slight bow, and gestures at you to lead the way.

You turn to look at Rufus one more time and he smiles, running his hand through his hair.

"Tseng will look after you. Now, please enjoy your evening."

"Sir," you nod, smiling, and make your way out of the room and to the elevators, suddenly painfully aware of how damp your underwear still is. If the Turk heard your little scene he certainly does not let it show. He bows at you politely and enters the elevator after you. He stands stoicly still as the doors close, until, half way down, he finally breaks the silence.

"Would you like to schedule your next meeting with the vice president?"

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