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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Dominant Carter Baizen x Submissive Female Reader

Summary: Coming out of grief isn't always easy. For you and your boss, Carter Baizen, it's what brought you two closer together. As a Submissive, you keep your feelings towards your Dominant boss kept away, not wanting to abuse your position as his PA or as a Submissive.

Carter though, well, let's just say he completely disagrees. With everything.

Warnings: This takes place in a modern setting, but no Gossip Girl. In this world, people either identify as a Dominant, Switch, or Submissive. So a BDSM verse, so to speak. Heavy references to past character deaths are mentioned, as well as past grief/mourning. And mentions of technical child abandonment? I don't really know what to call Jenny's situation with Cassidy, but I'm putting that mention just in case. Oral and vaginal sex, with a mild spit used as lube, a mild spanking kink, and a daddy kink.

Additional Notes: This is an older fic off of my AO3, but you can blame @buckysswinter for convincing me to post this. Hope you're happy bestie. 10k word vomit, just for you.

As a side note, I've also never seen Gossip Girl, so I'm terribly sorry if any of these characters seems OOC!

As always, if you'd like, you can read this fic on AO3 here.

Word Count: 10,300

“Auntie!”

The eight-year-old Cassidy Humphrey was running towards you, in the little apartment, the two of you shared in the Upper East Side of Manhattan.

Dressed in a unicorn t-shirt, and blue jeans, along with her fuzzy socks, you smiled as she stumbled her way into your arms.

“Good morning Cassie. Did you have a nice bath, baby?”

It was eight AM.

Cassidy Humphrey was ready to take on the world.

Looking at her made your heart hurt still sometimes. That familiar ache would show up whenever you thought about her mother.

She looked so much like Jenny. It hurt.

Cassidy had Jenny’s blonde hair and her blue eyes. She looked like a carbon copy of Jenny.

“Uh-huh!” The eight-year-old replied happily, bobbing her head in a yes motion.

You had woken up Cassidy at seven AM, softly singing to her and watching as she opened her eyes groggily. She had mumbled something along the lines of, “don’t wanna get up,” and soon her groans had turned into fits of giggles because you had tickled her. Her happy shrieks of laughter had filled the room. She had gotten up with your help. You had already started her bath, so it was nice and warm for her. You had helped her into the bath and helped her bathe. Afterwards, you got her clothes together and allowed her some privacy so she could get ready for the day. You didn’t start work until nine. It was okay.

New York, as usual, was thriving. You heard the loud noises of New York in the streets. Hearing cars in streets. People walking. Loud conversations.

Living in New York never really got old. You had moved here for college. After college, you decided to make New York your home.

Especially after college.

You had been working as a waitress, to pay the bills as you tried to look for a job with the degree you had gotten from college. Your life had been one of just a hustle.

Until Cassidy.

Jenny had come to your apartment the same day you had unfortunately lost your job. A customer being too grabby. Your boss had apparently had a stick up his ass so he fired you. You had been eating a tub of ice cream and watching some Rom-Com on Netflix when you heard the knocking at your door.

You had walked to your door. There was a click as you unlocked your door and opened it, seeing Jenny and Cassidy. Cassidy was crying. You noticed Jenny had a tight hand on what looked to be a suitcase.

“Cassie? Jenny? Come in, come in,” you ushered the two of them inside.

“Auntie? Can I go into my room?” Cassidy asked you. A little small. A little scared. You gave her a quick nod, helping her into the spare room that had been changed as a guest room whenever she and her mom came to visit you. Her suitcase was put in the corner.

“Stay here while I go to talk to your mommy, okay?” You told her. Cassidy nodded.

As soon as you closed her door and walked back to Jenny, there was a feeling in your gut. It twisted inside you tightly.

“Where are you here, Jen? Tell me what’s wrong,” you spoke to your best friend.

“I can’t take care of her anymore.”

Jenny Humphrey had never wanted to be a mother. It had been a mistake, getting drunk that night and having sex with Cassidy’s deadbeat father.

Because sure. She was financially stable. But mentally stable?

No. Not at all.

Which was why she was going to give Cassidy over to you.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t love Cassidy.

She did.

But she couldn’t take care of her anymore.

Jenny would just be a burden to her daughter, and she didn’t want her to go through that.

She only wanted the best for her daughter.

Even if that meant giving her up to you.

“What?” was the only thing that came out of your mouth. Jenny began to shake her head, her eyes becoming watery with tears.

“I can’t take care of her anymore. I can’t stay here. I don’t want to be a burden to her. She deserves better than me. You’ll take good care of her. Better than I ever could.” Jenny’s voice shook with thick emotion as she looked at you and smiled. But her smile didn’t meet her eyes.

The gravity of the situation suddenly weighed on your shoulders. Your eyes began to water. Swell with tears.

“No…”

“I’ve already made up the debts that I owe. I signed Cassidy’s custody over to you. I’m going on my flight tonight.” Jenny told you. Holding your hands. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling down.

“And you told her? That you’re leaving?” You demanded.

“Yeah. I didn’t tell Nate or Serena.” Her voice trembled.

“What?” Your voice rose a little. Jenny flinched a little.

“Why not?” You asked her.

“They wouldn’t get it,” she admitted. “I’m not mentally fit to raise her. I don’t want her to grow up like that. You gotta understand. I don’t want her to stay in an orphanage either.”

Because Jenny wasn’t that cruel.

One day. One day, Cassidy would understand why she did what she did.

“Please. There’s no one else I thought of who could do it.”

Your heart trembled. Beat loudly in your chest. You heard almost heard it thump.

Your lower lip trembled when you spoke. Your entire body trembled. Your voice filled to the brim with emotion.

“Is… is this goodbye? This gonna be the last I see you?”

“I don’t know.”

Because she didn’t know. Truly, she didn’t. Maybe she’d see you in the streets when the two of you were old and grey. Or maybe she’d bump into you because the two of you would be living in the same neighborhood by chance later in life.

“You’re going to be okay, right? Send a postcard every year?” You asked her as she began to walk to the door.

A small smile appeared on jenny’s face as she got her luggage. Your door unlocked as she opened the door. Stepping out into the hallway. She turned to look back at you.

For the first time that night, she looked happy. Relaxed. Content.

“I’m gonna miss you, Jen,” you confessed. Jenny offered you a soft smile. One that met her eyes.

“I'm gonna miss you too,” she responded back to you. When the two of you shared a hug, you could smell her favorite perfume she wore so much during your years at college together. Another thing you would miss since she would be gone.

The door closed. Cassidy walked out of her room. Her lower lip trembling as tears threatened to fall down.

“Come here, baby.” you extended your arms out. She ran over to you, being engulfed in your hug. Smelling the familiar perfume you had spritzed on earlier in the day that reminded her so much of home.

“Don’t leave me,” the four-year-old sobbed.

“No.” your voice shook. Thick with emotion.

“Never, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Auntie? Can you grab the cereal box?”

Cassidy had slumped into her chair at the table. She watched with curious blue eyes as she blinked innocently at you.

“Do you want Cheerios or Captain Crunch?” You asked her as you started to walk to the cabinets.

“Captain Crunch!” Cassidy’s response was full of enthusiasm. A chuckle came from you as you grabbed the box of Captain Crunch and poured some in her bowl with milk. You put it in front of her as you got the Kewpie mayo and sesame seeds from the fridge and the cupboard, respectfully. You made a zigzag pattern of the Kewpie mayo on top of your cheesy, fluffy made omelet, and uncapped the sprinkle side as you sprinkled some sesame seeds on top. Closing the sesame seed container with a smack, you put the container back into the cupboard as plopped the mayo bottle back in the fridge.

“Ewwww,” Cassidy said with a wrinkle of her nose, “Eggs.”

“Cassy, eggs are good for you.” You reminded her. Cassidy just made an unimpressed noise as she began to eat her cereal and you began to eat your fluffy, cheesy omelet with a fork you had gotten from the drawers where you kept all the forks and spoons.

With the sounds of New York looming in the streets, you could hear it.

The sounds of conversations. Loud shouts. Cars in the streets.

Because New York never slept.

It was what you loved so much about it. New York was always upbeat.

After Cassidy finished her cereal, the girl managed to get out of the chair with your help, and she made her way to the sink, hopping onto the stepping stool and washed her hands. You head her singing “Happy Birthday” under her breath as she lathered her hands with the hand soap. She hopped off the stepping stool and quickly dried her hands with the hand towel. It was around that time that you finished your omelet, so you washed the dishes quickly.

Once Cassidy had her things ready, you had looked into the mirror that was on the wall near the door, just making sure that your makeup was all ready to go, you heard Cassidy close her door and run down the hallway. Beaming at you.

“Happy Birthday Auntie,” Cassidy said as she slipped on her shoes.

“Cassy. You know my birthday’s tomorrow.”

Cassidy just giggled. Might’ve given you a grin too, as she hid her mouth with her hand.

“Thank you though, baby,” was your response as you slipped your lipstick in your purse, smoothing down your skirt, turning to look at her as you gave her a smile. She giggled.

“C’mon Cassy, let’s get you to school. We don’t want to miss the subway,” you said to her was a teasing tone in your voice.

Cassidy just giggled again.

“Mr. Baizen?”

Carter Baizen looked up from where he had been emailing someone. His blue eyes blinking as he looked at the receptionist who worked at the front desk in the lobby in the building.

That someone, being you.

And okay, it wasn’t an email.

More like a text message on his phone.

He had your personal number. You had his.

For business and personal reasons.

They had started off as business. Just in case you were going to call in sick or text him that you’d be running late for work, which usually wouldn’t be the case since you started at nine-thirty AM every day.

But then after his parents passed away, everything changed.

Three and a half years ago, everything had gone to shit. Everything had crashed and burned. Carter’s world had changed.

Sure, he had grown up with rich ass parents. And okay sure, he had Caroline too. As far as he knew, she was living in LA. He had no other siblings other than Caroline. None. Nada. It didn’t bother him. Not that much. He loved her a lot. His little sister was going to come down, to visit him in a few months. He missed her a lot. Due to work, he couldn’t see her as much.

And it wasn’t like he hadn’t loved his parents. Carter had loved his parents very much.

After his parents had passed though, everything seemed to screech to a halt.

Three and a half years ago, Carter had been on a business trip in California when he had gotten the news. His parents had been flying to the Bahamas for their anniversary when their plane crashed. They hadn’t made it, having died on the operation table when they had been rushed to the hospital. Those months he had spent planning the funerals, picking out the tombstones and the burial site… it had become so much for him. He slipped into a depression. He didn’t go out. He didn’t see anyone. The company, as in his father’s will, had been given to his heir. Carter had inherited the company. It was on him now, to control the Baizen Mantle and take care and finish what his father started.

Carter had been a playboy back in his day. Back in his early twenties. Partied a lot. Slept around a lot. He was careful though. He made sure every person he slept with was clean. No STDs. He always made sure to use protection if someone wasn’t on the pill. He liked sex. He was still a very sexual creature. But after a while, he stopped going to parties and sleeping around, because he needed to get his life in check. Besides, he was thirty-two now. He needed to get his life together.

If he hadn’t had you by his side through all the funeral planning, going to the funeral site, making sure everything was in check, Carter didn’t know what he would’ve done. You had helped him, guided him through the darkest part of his life, and made sure he had been back on his feet again. You had suggested he even get a fucking therapist. Not to say his therapist was bad, he really helped. You suggested a guy therapist and not a woman, because man to man, guy to guy, it would be easier. Not that you were wrong. You were right. As per usual.

Tomorrow was your birthday. He knew you really didn’t have much planned. Maybe a small cake and you were going to be hanging out with him and Cassidy as usual. As you always had done. You were fickle when it came to having a routine. You never liked big birthday bashes, anyway. Neither did he. Carter wasn’t really a big gathering kinda guy. A small party, with the closest people in his life, would do it.

“Yes?”

Blair Waldorf sighed. Even pinched her nose. Her brown hair was nicely styled and fell loosely down her shoulders. Her brown eyes were full of frustration. She had an urge to smooth down her pencil skirt again for the millionth time.

“C’mon Baizen, focus.”

Snapping her fingers, she had Carter look at her.

“Are you still coming to the little get-together I got planned for Cassidy’s aunt?” she asked him, on the cusp of sighing and banging her head on his desk in frustration.

“Yeah. Wait hold on, you told her about this, right?” Carter questioned her, an eyebrow raised as the Dominant man leaned back in his chair.

Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Blair snipped, “Course I didn’t, Carter. That’s why it’s a surprise.”

“You just said it was a get-together.” Blair groaned loudly.

“Ugh! Can it, Baizen! I’m doing this so you two can finally just admit your feeling towards each other! It’s gross having to see you two give each other please-fuck-me eyes.”

Blair was downright pissed.

This little circus the two of you had been doing was going to stop.

Tomorrow.

Not today. Tomorrow.

Endless hours of hearing down at the front desk about how the two of you would give each other heart eyes… made her want to puke.

It was truly driving her nuts.

Carter’s jaw tightened. Blair might’ve even seen a vein pop on his neck. From where he was sitting in his chair on the highest floor in the building that he owned, his pink lips curled into what started to look to be a scowl. Or maybe a frown. Or a snarl.

“Blair,” he said slowly, veering between annoyed and a little angry, “I’m sure you know what a relationship between us would be like. Imagine the tabloids. My parents would raise from the dead if we got together.”

And it wasn’t like he didn’t want to be with you.

Because he did.

Carter knew he loved you.

He always had.

When his driver found out that the crush on you wasn’t quite a crush anymore, well, it certainly put things into perspective.

It wasn’t like he could do anything though.

You had been avoiding him the past couple of days up to your birthday. That was tomorrow. You would see him tomorrow. Carter had grown frustrated. Any conversation with you would just be a “here are your things, Mr. Baizen,” and then you’d be going in and out for the rest of the day. Then, before you would leave to go and pick up Cassidy, you’d pop in for a short, “have a good day Mr. Baizen,” and flee outta there before Carter could say anything else, or maybe ask you out to dinner next time.

Needless to say, his dick was in full agreement with his current mood. Carter had woken up every morning sporting a full morning wood. Spending at least an hour jerking off was what Carter spent his morning doing now. He was getting tired of having to be in his bed, hand tugging his cock as he jerked off to you. Even now, as he was looking at Blair, he was feeling his dick twitch in his pants.

Blair pursed her lips.

She understood.

They had grown up in similar social circles.

Blair’s family had been rich. Probably just as rich as Carter’s. They had grown up together. Her. Serena. Dan. Carter.

But you?

You had come from nothing. When you had come to New York and became friends with Jenny and she took you to a family gathering that had consisted of her, Dan, Serena, Blair, Blair’s boyfriend Chuck, and Carter- all of them had been surprised by your attire. You were dressed so plainly. So causally. You had been looking at everyone else, at a loss for words.

You couldn’t afford Gucci. Or Saint Laurent’s. Prada. Dior. Not the big-name brands. Target was the most expensive you could buy.

You had kept staring at the other six people in the room, suddenly feeling so uncomfortable. So alien. All conversations had stopped when everyone looked at you. There you were, dressed so plainly compared to Serena van der Woodsen’s Dior dress. Not to mention her Dior perfume that you smelled later.

It had been a lot.

It had taken a while for you to slowly warm up to the others. Become friends with them. To accept on going to the spa with Serena and Blair. To get your nails and hair done. Now, now you could afford that if you wanted to splurge. Being Carter Baizen’s personal assistant meant that you could. You had been his father’s PA before the accident. Only for a year. Then everything had flipped onto its head.

Of course, you always had a soft spot for Carter. You always had a little crush on him. You’d see him often since he had always accompanied his father to meetings. Shadowing him. But after his parent’s death, you didn’t make a move.

Because you were the Submissive. In a world like Carter’s, you were not safe. Submissives had been seen as nothing but baby makers for so long. People to make Arrangements to ensure an alliance together.

You were not rich. You didn’t come from a wealthy family. As much as you loved Carter, you couldn’t. Couldn’t do it. Even now the laws and rules were more flexible, you didn’t want to see the eventual backlash that he would get. Carter had a good reputation. You didn’t want to ruin it by being a sentimental person going after someone who was seven years older than yourself.

No. No, you would not do that. You would not ruin Carter’s good reputation. And you weren’t going to make a move on a clearly grieving Dominant man that had just lost his parents. It was improper. So you didn’t. You buried all those emotions deep inside of you and acted like a coward whenever you had seen him these past couple of days.

“Okay, first of all,” Blair informed him in a no-nonsense tone that had Carter rolling his eyes already like the two of them were teenagers again, “Your parents are dead. Their input isn’t gonna matter. Sure, the press and the paps and the media are going to be bitches and vultures, but at the end of the day, they don’t know you. They don’t know her either. Besides… if you don’t tell her, then do you really want someone else to? Another Dominant who’s going to sweep her up?”

Glaring.

Blair could feel his glare shoot through her like a laser beam. Carter looked absolutely irritated at those words.

“Carter… look, sometimes, you just have to take what you want.”

Sometimes you just have to take what you want.

Carter wasn’t a greedy person. He didn’t always need to have control over everything. Nor did he need to hold over anything or anyone.

But the thought of you with another Dominant or heaven forbid a Switch, made him feel uneasy. Like something was eating at him.

And it was around the time both he and Blair heard your voice floating down the hall, greeting friends and colleagues alike as you walked down the hall to Carter’s office. To go and greet your boss before starting your very long, (and tedious), day.

“You know what to do,” Blair spoke to him lowly. The door opened, revealing you on the other side. You looked at both Blair and Carter.

“Morning Mr. Baizen. Morning Blair.” You greeted the two of them as you closed the door behind you. Beginning to walk towards the two of them with a smile on your face. Blair allowed herself to smile.

“Morning. Hey, are we still up for that spa meet-up this weekend?” Blair asked you. You blinked and had to think about it for a split second.

“Ohhh… the one tomorrow? In the afternoon, right?” You replied to her.

Nodding. “Yeah, Serena asked you if she’s still picking up Cassidy after school.”

You nearly allowed yourself to release a heaving sigh.

You hadn’t wanted to send the little girl to her aunt’s house, all the way in the Upper West Side of Manhattan. But, it would do the little girl well to see her aunt and uncle again. Cassidy was going to stay at her aunt Serena and uncle Dan’s penthouse for the entire weekend. Of course, with your birthday tomorrow, she’d come and see you. To wish you an actual Happy Birthday on the day. Other than that though, she would be with her aunt and uncle.

You always missed her when she would be gone. It was like a piece of yourself was gone. Cassidy was the only part of Jenny you had left. Jenny had been your best friend. The one that was with you through thick and thin. After she disappeared from New York, you had been in a funk after she left.

Carter though, was there to pick up the pieces. He always came over during his free time. Came to the apartment to see if you were okay. Brought food for you and Cassidy. For so long, he was always Uncle Carter. Uncle C. Not just Carter. Not just Auntie Serena’s friend. He was much more than that.

It was why you could never sabotage the relationship you carefully built with the older man. You could never make that crucial move that you always wanted to make. It wasn’t like you didn’t want a relationship with him. You were mentally stable. You hadn’t had a boyfriend in years. You weren’t in the con camp when it came to dating. You had failed Tinder dates in the past that you weren’t going to speak about.

Nope.

You were not going to mention Mr. Grabby-Hands. How were you supposed to know Mr. Grabby-Hands thought you were supposed to suck his dick on the third date? It was the third date! You had barely not even told him where the hell you worked, for God’s sake! And then he wanted you to suck his dick?

Yeah. No. Wasn’t happening. Didn’t happen. You had left his ass at the table. You had given your waitress a very nice tip and shoved all the breadsticks in your purse and didn’t pay for the bill. You weren’t able to get banned from your favorite restaurant in Queens. Nope. Nada. You loved their food there. You weren’t about to risk it all for your favorite burger that had Brioche buns that were toasted. Hell to the no.

“Yeah… Cassy’s got her shit packed and everything. Clothes for the next two days and a night. Toothbrush, her favorite Disney toothpaste that’s blue, her phone, tablet, and… her Teddy. She told me it’s urgent that she bring her trusted Teddy. She can’t sleep without him.” You allowed yourself to smile, just a little bit more.

Cassidy’s relationship with her teddy bear had been one of great amusement and care. Ever since the two of you made her teddy bear from Build-A-Bear at the mall, she couldn’t let go of him when she was sleeping. It was a requirement that she and Mr. Teddy sleep together. Everywhere she went, Mr. Teddy followed. Always.

“She loves her Teddy,” Blair snickered.

“She does. She requires him every night when she sleeps. One time she didn’t have him and she was so sad.” You nodded in a serious tone.

“Where was he?” Blair inquired.

“In the washer.”

Blair and Carter laughed. Carter’s laugh made your stomach flip as you looked at your boss.

Carter Baizen. The owner and CEO of Baizen Mechanics and Technologies. The one that led the Baizen Mantle. Dressed in his usual blue suit and a white button-up shirt with his cufflinks. All put together. Some scruff was showing on his chin. He’d probably have a beard there in the ever-going future.

It made you swallow. Just a little. Blair hadn’t noticed.

But Carter had.

His brain was firing at him.

His eyes were dark as they looked at you. Almost like he was pulling you apart, and was determined to put you back together.

“… Do you have the report?”

That seemed to snap you out of it. A little flushed, you replied with, “U-Um… yeah… it’s in my office. I’ll go get it for you, Mr. Baizen.”

You had never turned around and bolted out of an office as quickly as you had done ever in your entire life. Your cheeks were probably burning. Your vagina throbbing. You wanted to bang your head against a wall. You needed your sex toys. You needed to stay the hell away from the man that was Carter Baizen so badly.

And you had lost yourself in his godforsaken eyes again.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Add that to your list of Things You Needed To Stop Doing. Unlike your list of Things I Need To Get Better At. Like fucking learning how to parallel park or some shit like that.

Why were you like this? Why did he have to look so good all the time?

Stupid Dominants. They were a curse on your life.

Reaching your office, you opened your door in a hurry and your lights flickered on. Throwing your purse down, you hastily got the report from your office drawers. Nearly slamming it shut as you closed your door and ran back to Carter’s office. Blair was gone. She probably had gone downstairs. Now, it was just you and Carter.

“Close the door.”

How could you disobey him when he was talking like that? In the voice that made you weak in the knees? In the voice that he only used when he was at conferences when he was at meetings?

You couldn’t disobey him.

You couldn’t.

It was in your nature as a Submissive to obey your Dominants. Or Switches. Swallowing, you closed the door and walked up to his desk. The report still being held tightly to your chest as if you were holding a bomb. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Preferably a butcher knife. You were holding in a breath. Waiting. You could almost hear the ticking of the clock in Carter’s office, on the wall.

“Sit down.”

The sound of the chair squeaking against the marble floor was heard as you pulled the chair out and sat down.

“Put it down.”

There was a thunk.

“That’s a good girl.”

Warmth spread all the way from your head, all the way down to your toes. You could’ve sworn you felt a pulse down there. Your cheeks were probably heating up again.

He was smirking.

The little shit was actually smirking at you!

The audacity of this man.

“Sir, we’re at work. I don’t know if you know this, but we have to follow a work policy,” was your mouthy response.

“You forget,” Carter bit back, “that I was the one who created this work policy? I don’t have to follow it.”

“Your dad created the policy. So you have to follow it,” You said as you gave him an eye roll.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

You were inwardly smirking. Carter’s eyes narrowed. For a moment, you really gave into the thought of, what if he decided fuck it, and threw you over his desk and fuck you over it. You’d never tell him, about your fantasies. About how you thought about him, throwing you over his desk and lifting your skirt up, yanking your panties down to your ankles, keeping them there to remind you who was in charge. To humiliate you. Remind you who was at the top. Pounding into you from behind, hands gripping your hair.

You wanted it.

Badly.

You knew what you liked. You weren’t a blushing virgin.

But with the man of your dreams, literally right across from you?

That was a dream. It would stay a dream because you couldn’t do it.

After all of your hard work.

You didn’t want to risk it.

Carter was fighting the feeling, the urge to yank you by your hair and throw you over his desk. God, he wanted to fuck you on every inch in his office. You were younger than him, so what? He didn’t care. He didn’t care that he was older than you by a couple of years. He was thirty-two now. You were twenty-five now. You were both adults. He knew what he wanted. He wanted you. He wanted to take you out on dates. He wanted to be your Dominant. He knew he loved you. He always loved you.

“You’re a brat,” Carter glared at you. You gave him a coy smirk. Your lips stretched out with a shit-eating grin.

“Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes and keep you alert, Carter.” Your sassy remark made him smile.

“What?” You let out a laugh. Carter leaned closer to you. Grinning.

“You called me Carter.”

You just rolled your eyes, getting up. Your eyes went down to the report that you had written him, and then back up to the blue eyes that made your heart thump.

“Have a good day, Mr. Baizen.”

His smile turned into a frown.

You turned and went to the door. The sound of the door opening and closing was all Carter could hear as he scowled. Hearing the door click behind you. He took in a deep breath, flexing his palm. His palm grazed over his already half-hard cock.

It was going to be a long day.

It all went to hell when lunchtime started.

You had been on your lunch break, with Serena at the little restaurant near work that the two of you always went to.

Everything had been great.

Good, even.

You had your usual order and Serena had her usual order. You had been sipping away at your sweet tea while Serena was sipping her water.

“So, Blair told me that Cassidy’s still coming over?”

You put your sweet tea down on the table.

“Uh-huh,” you replied back to her, “she’s got all her stuff packed and everything. Including Mr. Teddy.”

Serena cracked a smile at the mention of Mr. Teddy.

Of course, her niece would bring Mr. Teddy.

Cassidy was never anywhere without Mr. Teddy when it came to sleepovers, especially when she went to her Auntie Serena and Uncle Dan’s house. Or when she went to sleepovers with friends.

“So what are you doing tonight? Since Cassidy isn’t going to be home?”

You took another sip of your sweet tea before you put it down.

“I’m staying at the office a little late tonight,” you admitted to her, “there’s work I need to do for Carter. Just to get ahead so I don’t have to deal with a lot of stuff over the weekend. Since tomorrow’s my birthday. I don’t want to be too stressed out.”

Serena nodded in understanding.

Your phone pinged. Taking it out of your pocket, you unlocked your phone with your thumb. Clicking into your iMessage app, you saw it.

Carter: Can you pick up my coffee at the usual coffee shop across the street? I’m going to a meeting right now and I can’t go.

“Is it Carter?”

You looked up from where you were typing a message back to him.

“Yup,” you replied to Serena, even popping the p just for funsies. She only looked thoughtful.

“Are you ever going to tell him about your feelings? We’ve been waiting forever,” the blonde-haired woman spoke to you. You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling that familiar feeling creep up in your throat. It might’ve been bile. It might’ve been fear. It might’ve been horror.

Eventually, though, you decided on shaking your head no.

“No, Serena, I already told you. I’m not going to put his reputation in jeopardy,” you protested.

Yes.

Yes, she knew this.

She knew that you didn’t want to put Carter’s reputation in the sand. You did not want him to flock around you, take you out on dates, because even though you had thought about it, fantasized about it, the chances of it happening were slim to none. That was where you put your foot down. No matter how hard you pined after the man.

You couldn’t date him, couldn’t be with him because of the repercussions that would come with it.

Cause sure, it wasn’t the old days anymore.

Not everyone gave a shit about who dated who, and you doubted any random person on the street would care about your relationship. The general public wouldn’t give two fucks.

But the upper-class? The elite? The rich people?

Oh, they’d have a fucking field day. They would talk about you and Carter nonstop. And it wasn’t that you were sensitive. You just didn’t know if you’d fit in. Someone like you in Carter’s world? It was laughable.

“What’s the least people like us are going to do? They might talk about you for a week, two at the max. But after that, you’ll be old news.” Serena waved it off.

She knew how the ultra-rich worked. Talk about it for a few weeks, be catty bitches about it, and then they’d move on to the next hot topic. It was pretty pitiful in her opinion. But would it affect you and Carter’s happiness in the long run? Not really.

“Listen, I’m not saying you need to go to his office and dramatically announce your love for him like you’re in a shitty Rom-Com movie, okay? All I’m saying yes, take it slow. Go on a date. Or a couple. Then do all the sex stuff after. Or before, I dunno. Bang on the first date. People do that. Besides, it’s been forever since you dated too. Take Carter out to your favorite place that has those toasted Brioche buns. You like that place, right?”

Indeed, you liked that place a lot.

“Uh-huh…” which was a sign for her to continue talking. “So, look, you’re not going to hurt him. Or his reputation, okay? It’s not going to suffer because of you. He’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. Don’t you want to be happy?”

You faltered. Your grip on your fork tightened. Your jaw might’ve even ticked a little.

You did.

You did want to be happy with him.

So badly.

Maybe not the whole “riding off into the sunset” thing just yet. You weren’t ready for that stuff yet.

Not yet.

“I mean… yeah.”

Serena hummed. Even lifted up her straw up to her lips and taking a sip of her water.

“Kay. Then go for it. What are you waiting for?”

You were chewing your lip in anxiousness. Allowing the words to sink in.

And then your phone rang.

So you managed to get Carter his coffee. Which, you know- was good and all. And then you want right back to work. You sat at your desk, in your office for the next couple of hours. Cassidy had FaceTimed you, exclaiming that her Aunt Serena had picked her up from school, bouncing Mr. Teddy at the camera for you. You couldn’t keep the smile off of your face as the young child blabbed to you, promising that she would be on her best behavior for her Aunt and Uncle.

After that, it was right back to work.

And oh boy, did it drag on.

And on.

Quick typing echoed in your office as you typed away at your laptop, eyes focused on the screen. You only answered Carter’s requests and calls with a crisp, “Yes Mr. Baizen,” or “Right away Mr. Baizen,” or even “Yes, I’ll make sure to get that for you, Mr. Baizen.”

It was a lot.

Even for you.

Was this a strike now?

You weren’t quite sure.

At approximately 5:15 PM, your phone rang.

No, not your personal phone. Your office phone. The sounds of you picking up your phone at your desk, and you put your phone to your ear were a little reassuring to you.

… Until you heard the voice on the other line.

“My office. Right now. If you don’t come in the next five minutes, I’m banging on your door.”

Never you had slammed your phone down so fast.

Your eyes were wide and you were pretty sure your heart was racing. Probably even going through a flipping marathon.

Your thoughts were pretty much like this:

What the hell?

What the fuck crawled up his ass?

Who was he to order you around like this?

Who the fuck was he? YOUR Dominant?

What century was this? The twentieth century?

The audacity of men.

The audacity of Dominants.

You swore you were going to grab a baseball bat now.

Sadly, you didn’t have any of that in your office. Putting your laptop to sleep and stuffing it in your work bag, you took a deep breath in and out, to try and calm down your heartbeat that currently felt like it was shooting more than 1,000 beats per second.

It was just Carter.

Carter.

You’d be fine.

Right?

Getting off of your rolling chair, you smoothed your clothes down in one final attempt to calm down your nerves.

You’d be okay.

You’d be fine.

Everything was okay.

Opening your door and closing it behind you, you were met with the thickening silence of the hallway when you stepped out. Mostly everybody had gone home to their families. You had seen the elderly lady who was in an office cubicle right outside of your office peek into your own office earlier, telling you that she was leaving to see her grandson at the park. And that she was bringing her poodle with her to the dog park. Which, you know- good for her.

Now it was mostly empty.

Your footsteps carried you towards the familiar big door that had Carter’s name on a golden plaque. Just the sight made you wet. You visibly swallowed. It was gonna be one of those nights. Chandler the bunny toy was going to be used a lot tonight once you got home.

You raised your hand to knock, but the man from the other side stopped you in your tracks.

“I know it’s you. Just come in. Door’s unlocked.”

Well. Wasn’t he a peach?

Scowling, you twisted the doorknob open and it revealed Carter Baizen in all of his glory. Sitting and leaning back in his chair. All normal, as if he hadn’t called you via your work phone like a cat being rudely awoken from its slumber. Come to think of it, Carter truly looked like one.

Not a cat.

No.

He looked like a predator ready to ensure his prey.

The overwhelming, long, deep silence made you uneasy. Nervous. Your nerves bubbled up to the surface as your throat suddenly turned tight. You had even begun to nervously fiddle with your hands. A nervous tick of yours. A habit. Carter could tell that was the signal for you showing your nervousness.

“Door.”

The sound of you silently closing the door was heard. Carter didn’t even make a come hither motion with his hand like he did sometimes. Usually to other clients. Employees. Or another CEO's that were downright fucking assholes.

You were really trying hard to not look at him. To make eye contact. The room already felt stuffy due to your sex drive kicking it from a ten all the way to a hundred. You almost wanted to yank off your jacket, because you were feeling so horny and sweaty.

Dominants… you couldn’t live with them. You couldn’t kill them either.

But your feet started moving.

“Did I say you could move?’

You immediately stopped. Dead in your own tracks.

Again, you swallowed. Your response came out timid.

“N-No.”

“No, sir.”

Your cheeks colored.

In embarrassment or because this man, this freaking man who was built and sculpted like a frigging Greek god had the audacity to say that to you. Between your dampening panties, you were deciding on the latter.

All you could do was gape like a gaping fish. You opened your mouth to protest, but then closed it.

“I don’t-”

“If you’re going to apologize,” Carter spoke to you slowly, drawling, “do it properly.”

Oh, this smug little bitch.

“No, sir.” You sassed him right back. You felt that triumph feeling rush through you when you saw the man scowled. And okay, alright, you might’ve smirked too. Showing Carter just how much you were enjoying making his life miserable.

You watched as he pulled something from his desk, your report, you realized with wide eyes. When he slammed it on his desk, you nearly jumped.

Only then did you see him make the come hither motion with his hand. Swallowing, your feet carried you to his desk.

“Sit.”

The screeching noise of you pulling out of the chair was heard as the pair of blue eyes watched you intensely, making you shudder. His eyes were so focused on you that it made you even wetter. You were pretty sure that you were definitely going to use Chandler the bunny toy tonight. But a toy could only give you so much pleasure. Because at the end of the day, you knew without a doubt you wanted the real thing.

But how would you even tell him?

Oh hi, I know I’ve been distant from you for the last couple of days, but it’s because I’m just really into you and I want to skip all the coffee date stuff because I don’t do that stuff anymore and I really want to be dicked down by you and I secretly fantasize you taking me over your desk?

Please.

You didn’t even want to think about it any further.

So naturally, you thought about it further.

Carter slid the folder over.

“Open it.”

Opening it, you peered inside.

Red circles were everywhere.

Misspelled words everywhere.

As you flipped through the pages of your report, more and more of the red circles popped up. Until you reached the last page. You looked up.

Carter was pissed.

Downright pissed.

Never, ever, in the history of for-fucking-ever had you EVER made these many spelling mistakes when you typed things for him. Reports, notes, presentations… ever. You were always so clean. So thorough with your words.

But this?

This?

He was baffled.

Face shrouded in disbelief with his jaw tight, he spoke.

“One-hundred mistakes.”

You blinked.

“What?”

“You’ve got one-hundred mistakes in the paper,” Carter snapped at you, clear anger shining in his eyes. You blinked. Your mouth agape, all you managed to say was, “Oh.”

Oh?

That was all you could say?

Oh?

Carter didn’t know if he was going to rip his hair out in frustration, or bend you over his desk and punish you himself.

So he pushed your report towards you. All eleven pages in the folder.

“Never in the history of for fucking ever,” seethed Carter, “have you ever made these many mistakes before. Why have you been avoiding me too, huh? Does the report have something to do with this? Am I not paying you enough? Is this your way of tellin’ me you wanna quit your job?”

Bullshit.

You could not believe your ears.

Nor could you believe the shit Carter was spewing.

You? Quit your job?

Absolutely fucking not.

No.

Nu-uh.

He was totally off his rocker now. You were certain that he had lost all of his marbles now.

“What? Are you actually crazy?”

Now he was getting angry.

“Me? You’ve never had any fucking mistakes since you got here! None! So tell me, why are you fucking up now?!” Carter demanded.

“Oh my go-d Carter! I’m allowed to fuck up from time to time! So what if I fucked up? Does it matter?!” You shrieked. Slamming your hands on his desk, you stood up from your chair in all of your glory, standing over him. Looming over him. Looking so pissed off that Carter wanted to do nothing but bend you over his desk.

Your sass.

Your mouth.

How funny. How amusing, that you were going around like this, trying to act like a goddamn comedian. If Carter hadn’t been so angry at this moment, he would’ve made a snide comment about you being funny. That you should really look into doing stand-up in your spare time.

He got up. Walked around his desk, and then his hands came to grip your jaw, forcing you to look into those blue eyes that were now black. Black with rage. Anger rolled off of him in waves as Carter panted against you, trying to gather his wits.

You were wetter than you ever had been in your life. Something about a very angry Carter Baizen was really giving your vagina the heavy tingles. Maybe you’d spoil her tonight.

Yes, her.

Only a her could withstand a Dominant like Carter Baizen. And not only that, only a her could be in sync with you. Fully and completely.

“You are the best fucking PA my dad’s had. I’ve had. So why are you fucking around, huh? You tryna play this game with me? I’m getting real sick and tired of this fuckin’ cat and mouse game we’re playing. So don’t try and keep pullin’ this shit with me.” Carter seethed right through his teeth.

“I’m the only fucking PA you’ve ever had.”

Something deep inside Carter snapped. It could’ve been the amount of fucks he had given. It could’ve been his sanity. It could’ve been his temper. Whatever it was, all caution was thrown out the window when he didn’t move from his spot. Nor did he loosen his grip on your jaw. If anything, it was getting tighter.

Undeterred, or maybe you were feeling extra spiteful, even considering your current position, your sass decided to make itself known again.

“What? Cat got your tongue? Really Baizen?”

A hand rose to palm against your back, and suddenly Carter was pushing you forwards towards the desk. Bending you over as you let out a shriek of surprise. There was a slight thunking noise as you landed. Your breasts pressed against the coolness of his glass desk. You could feel it through your blouse.

“I told you,” came Carter’s hiss, “stop fucking around with me. M’ sick and tired of these games.” His hands yanked at your pants, popping the button.

Pop.

You were wet.

Oh so wet.

Your panties were probably beyond soaked now. You’d probably need to buy a new pair at this point.

Or several.

Several sounded good.

Your pants were yanked to the floor. Your panties were shoved down to your knees too. When Carter’s hands came to pluck the buttons of your blouse open, your entire body shuddered.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like forcible and spontaneous lovers.

You didn’t.

In fact, you were into that shit.

But this?

This?

This was even better than any of the fantasies you had of the man.

Not that you would tell him that.

No.

Never.

Panting, your body feeling like it was on fire, Carter bunched up your blouse and piled it around your stomach. With your front still pressed down hard on his desk, Carter took the small chance to actually breathe. Inhale his surroundings. His dark gaze came down you. Your pants and panties shoved down to your knees. Your back arched due to being smacked right down on his glass desk. He could see your chest moving up and down against his desk. Heard your pants.

He was going to do it.

He was going to end all of your damn sufferings tonight.

You heard it.

The sounds of him unzipping his pants. The popping of buttons. A shoving down of boxer briefs.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

If possible, your body hummed in anticipation. Your vagina throbbed.

One of Carter’s hands came up to your mouth. Hovering.

“Spit.” It was an order.

Confused, you made a noise of confusion.

A sharp, loud smack against your ass made you cry out.

“I’m not gonna say it again. Spit.”

A loud spitting noise was heard as you spit into his hand, making his hand feel wet.

There was a beat of silence.

And then you heard it.

Groans and grunts came from behind you.

Pump. Squish. Pump. Squish. Pump. Squish.

Carter couldn’t help himself. As he pumped his cock in his hand, just like how he rubbed one out this morning thinking of you, he let out a hiss when his thumb stroked the head of his cock that leaked of pre-cum.

Your cheeks flamed in embarrassment.

Was he…

Another loud grunt came from Carter. A loud snapping sound and a gasp came from you in response.

That was your bra.

You knew that was your frigging bra. You heard your bra being tossed somewhere on the floor.

When Carter came, he came all over your back with a grunt. His eyes rolling into the back of his head. You were so full of shame and embarrassment that you couldn’t make a catty, mouthy response. Thrice he came again on you, coating your backside with white. You were wet. Beyond wet now. You were sure you were leaking down your legs now. Carter was panting from behind you deeply. His forehead was damp with sweat. His cock was half-hard.

Slowly, your head turned to look at him.

“In me…” you were pleading, “Put it in me. Please, Daddy.”

Daddy.

Carter swore his balls had never been as hard as they had been then in this moment.

“Color,” his voice was ragged, “give me your color.”

“Green,” you breathed out, even wiggling your ass up for him a little, almost like reassurance, “so green, Daddy.”

That did it.

Carter kicked your legs apart and entered you in one simple thrust. The first thrust, he was in four or five inches, at the most. The second thrust, he was fully inside of you. Filling you up. You cried out at the sensation, feeling every throbbing vein of his cock buried deep inside of you. You swore you could feel him all the way up in your chest by how deep he was in you.

“Hold onto that desk, princess.”

You did as he asked. Your hands gripping the glass desk so hard you were sure your knuckles turned white by how hard you were gripping it.

The anger that was fueling him was gone. Mind cleared, Carter mercilessly pounded you into his desk. Every hard thrust sent you gasping and gripping the desk even harder. You were pretty sure you felt the desk shaking too. His hands snaked up to grip your breasts in his hands. Your tits fit perfectly in his palms. His face was buried in your neck, pressing kisses, sucks, and bites into your skin. Marking you. Making your skin all red and bruised. All you could do was take it. Take all he gave you.

Your breath fogged up against the glass. Every thrust of his cock hit your g-spot, the thick head of his massive cock bumping your cervix. His dick was so big that you were fully convinced that his cock was a freaking chainsaw and was ready to saw you in half.

Screaming.

You came screaming.

Above you, against your neck, Carter sank his teeth in your neck as a low growl rumbled through his chest. Your walls throbbing and clenching down on his cock, locking him like a vice. Your pussy was so wet and slimy.

But Carter didn’t care.

He continued to plow into you, his breath against your neck making you feel sweaty. His grip on your tits became harder as his thrusts went even deeper if that was even possible. Your second orgasm came over you just as quickly as your first. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“… ease… don’t stop Daddy… please…”

And how could he really say no to that? When you were begging him so prettily?

Pump. Squish. Pump. Squish. Pump. Squish.

Sloppy, wet noises came from your pussy as the mixture of your cum and Carter’s ejaculate trickled down your legs. Every powerful thrust of Carter’s cock into your messy cunt was edging him closer to his orgasm. His balls tightened, signaling that he was coming. Carter came with a grunt against you, filling you up.

He didn’t stop.

Oh no, no, no.

He took you again.

And again.

Till the two of you were nothing but sweaty, messy, cum-covered, and smelled like pure debauchery. Carter reveled in it.

You were gasping. Panting for air. White danced in your vision as your heart pounded in your chest.

You were an absolute mess. Still dwelling in that glowy afterglow. Your back was pushed flush against his front. Making his abs glisten with the mixture of his sticky cum and your sweat. He’d need to shower. Wash his clothes.

“… Don’t quit.”

To which, you gently and slowly turned your gaze so you could look. Gaze into those blue eyes that weren’t black anymore. The lustful, almost primal look in his eyes was gone. Now he was just plain ole Carter.

“… What?” your voice was breathless. You began to shake your head no.

“No… no, no, no… I’m not quitting… I’m not turning in my two-week resignation notice… why… why would you think that?” You replied to him, pure horror in your voice.

The voice in your head was screeching. Hollering.

Men were so stupid sometimes.

Carter’s jaw clenched again.

“You’ve never had these many mistakes before,” he said to you, a hand sliding your report back to you. Making you see the mistakes circled with the red marker.

You couldn’t help it.

Your pussy clenched.

Carter, who was still buried balls deep inside of you, let out a hiss.

“So that’s it…” his voice was hushed as the realization smacked him right-side on the head. Like the final nail in the coffin.

A small smirk crossed over your lips. You let a breathless laugh as you leaned against him.

Well, you were almost there, until you heard a very loud smack against your ass again.

“Ow!” you whined, “you’re such an ass-mmph!”

Him slanting his mouth against yours shut you up real quick. Your arms came to wrap around his neck. His came to wrap around your waist, where your blouse was bundling up. The two of you broke apart soon after. Foreheads gently pressed together. A little hum coming from you.

“Mean it though. Don’t quit.” Carter mumbled. You let out a snort.

“Are ya deaf? I said m’ not quittin’, Daddy. Geez. You Dominants are so-”

“I love you.”

It was so sudden.

Out of the blue.

It made you freeze. Your mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again, as if you were about to say something this time. Then your voice just gave up and your mouth shut completely.

“I… I love you, too.” Your voice was shaking.

And then he was pushing you over his desk again. Cock gripped tight in his hand, bottoming out of you in one thrust.

Two voices cried out.

Much later that morning, in Carter’s penthouse…

You were spent.

Sleeping.

Naked, in his bed with him. Softly snoring away. In deep sleep. From where Carter was laying beside you, having woken up from a nice dream that oddly involved pizza for some reason, he gazed at his clock that was on his nightstand.

5:15 AM.

He knew you wouldn’t be going out with Serena and Blair to your spa joint until much later in the afternoon. Which meant you could sleep in late.

His housekeeper, Melinda had gone home already. Paycheck in hand, the Korean woman thanked him. Told him to have a good night. Then she went home. Carter told her to say hello to her one-month son before he came back to bed to you.

Which led him to now. Seeing you peacefully sleep.

And now, naked as the day he was born, he saw his blanket on you. You had shifted in your sleep, making his blanket be shoved down a couple of inches.

He watched.

How could he not?

From where his blanket had been thrown over you, it had been shoved in your sleep down to your hips. Mumbles came from you in your sleep. It sounded oddly like Cassidy’s Mr. Teddy. Something about you telling Dream Cassidy that her Mr. Teddy was still in the washer. Then you flopped back over onto your back. Pushing and shoving that blanket down further until your entire body was exposed to him.

Carter couldn’t help himself.

His hand traveled down to the V in between your thighs. His thumb brushing over your clit as two fingers slid into your still slimy, wet pussy. A noise came from you in your sleep when you subconsciously felt his fingers curling against your g-spot. Your chest began to move up and down a little quicker at the sensation. A soft, pleasurable sigh escaped your lips.

“… she’s tired…”

She?

He was a little confused.

“Hmm?” was all that came from Carter.

“… my vagina’s tired, Daddy… you overworked her too much…” your sleepy voice made him come back.

“Oh? It’s a she now?” he sounded amused. Slowly, and irritatedly, your eyes opened. It was still dark out. You could barely register the sounds of some New Yorkers down below you. You knew you were in Carter’s penthouse though. In his room. You knew that much.

“Mmmhmmm…”

“… only a she could survive all the shit you did to me… my body hurts… my vagina hurts… you’re gonna make my ass hurt too…”

Now he was curious. Call him a fiend. But a dark eyebrow was raised at the mention of butt stuff. Not that he was opposed to doing anything, even putting his dick in your ass, no. Quite the opposite, really. He was very with that idea. Very much.

“You never mentioned ass stuff to me, princess. But now that you’re talking about it…” Carter trailed off as he stroked your hair. A noise of deep discomfort came from you. “Noooo… no, no, no. Daddy. No. Noooo. Not when m’ asleep. You can do whatever you want… just no ass stuff…” you were still sleepy. Your voice thick with sleep.

A smirk came from Carter at that. Slowly pulling his fingers out with a wet popping noise, a shrill cry came from you when he suddenly plunged them back in, curling right up against your g-spot.

Now. Now you were awake. Your eyes flew open.

But he didn’t notice. Wet, slimy, squishing noises were heard from your pussy as he continued his torture. In and out his fingers went. All messy and moist with your cum. Or his. He wasn’t quite sure yet.

“Daddy… daddy, daddy… don’t stop… m’please…” was all he heard from you as he slipped into a third finger. It made you gasp. Whine. You even gripped the sheets. So hard that you were sure they were white. Or that they were going to pop.

And then he was leaning down. His tongue licking. His mouth sucking on those wet pussy lips. More desperate noises were coming out of your mouth as your hips moved, meeting the deep thrusts of his fingers.

You cried out when you came. Your tight grip on the sheets was forgotten as your body spasmed before your back slumped over. Your body going limp. Deep pants coming from you.

Now you were awake.

Like, awake, awake. Your eyes closed for a split second before you opened them again. Carter pulled his mouth from you, wiping his mouth with his hand.

“Happy birthday, princess.”

A blissed-out smile appeared on your lips.

“Thank you, Daddy. Love you.”

A dreamy sigh of content came from you when he dipped his head down. A kiss planted on your forehead.

“I love you too, princess.”

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