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singeramg · 5 years ago

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Ruin Me: Pt 3

Pairing: Ceo!Henry x F.Reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Angst, Dom! Henry, Sub! Reader, Oral (M receiving), Fingering, Language

A/n: Hi! Thank you to all the voters!Here is Part 3! Catch up on my Masterlist if you are behind!

Ruin Me: Pt 3

You called the police and they came asking you what was taken, you had realized strangely, nothing was missing. Only vandalized, which led the police to caution you against staying there for the night, because in their experience when those that broke into homes of young women without taking anything weren’t actually coming to steal and could come back to do a lot worse than vandalize your apartment. So you packed up some clothes and hightailed it to a hotel...

More than half of your morning on Monday had been spent on the phone with your insurance company trying to get everything sorted out with your renters insurance so that things could be replaced but they were giving you hell, saying that you hadn’t paid your policy, but you had been. You had proof and they were being an all around pain in your ass. You also had to figure out living arrangements, your apartment complex would replace the locks but honestly you didn’t feel safe at all going back there, thinking about all of this sleep deprived and thriving on coffee. You try not to dwell on your living situation when Henry appears at the office after his early morning meeting. You sit his cup of tea on his desk and are about to go over his messages, when he looks up from his phone and frowns, little lines forming on his forehead after looking you up and down.

“What have I told you about wearing flats in the office, and those pants are barely making the set dress code requirements.we agreed upon in the beginning Y/n.”

You had on dress slacks, the chocolate brown pair had been a little too big seeing as you dropped a few sizes since you bought them but in your rush to get out of your trashed apartment you just grabbed a few things and forgot your correct shoes. To be honest with yourself with the weekend you had, you didn’t give a damn about the heels and your pants being too large.

“Mr. Cavill, I have had the night from hell. I know you don’t care...”

“Y/N you always assume the worst of me. I can’t show compassion and caring, in fact I have something for you.”

He opens the dark leather briefcase away from you.

“Close your eyes.”

“Mr. Cavill...”

“It’s Henry when we are alone and not otherwise engaged in other activities, and I’m asking you to close your eyes.”

Not in the mood, but too tired to argue you close your eyes.

You hear his office chair creak as he get up from it, his steps muffled by the carpet, but you feel him step in front of you.

He grips your hands and has you hold them out in front of you as of you were waiting for something to be pouring into them. A few moments pass and something small and leather pressed into your hands.

“Open your eyes”

You gasp at the slight in your hands.

There was no way

He couldn’t have.

He shouldn’t have.

You are pretty sure you aren’t breathing properly. Thank god it was too big to be a ring box but the square red jewelry box, with Cartier emblazoned on the top in gold writing made you panic about the cost of whatever was inside. Your eyes comically wide, and you try to push it back to Henry, the box pressing against his chest.

“Nooope, No, no. I can’t accept that.” Henry just gives you a chuckle.

“Y/N, you haven’t even opened it yet.” He says not taking the box back, you press it to him anyway.

“That box alone is all I need to see to know that whatever is inside is extremely expensive.”

“Yes and?” He shrugs like its nothing, and maybe it wasn’t to him but to you it was too much.

“And I am not accepting that!” You say with a frown silently begging him to take the box back, but he still won’t.

“Y/N. I got you this gift and you wouldn’t be so rude as to turn down a gift would you?”

“I would when that gift is worth at least 4 of my paychecks.”

“Y/N.”

“Henry.” You counter back.

“It’s a gift for the 6 month anniversary of you coming to work here. I thought I’d get you something nice.”

“ oh really? Most jobs don’t give their employees any recognition until the first year and even then we get a pin or something if we are lucky.”

You say with confusion on your face and an eye roll.

“Then maybe that’s what I got you.”

“A broach/pin from Cartier? It’s still too expensive. Take it back.”

He laughs and steps closer, his arm wrapping around your waist, as he now holds the red box in his hand. You break rank for a moment, not really caring that you had already warned yourself against affection, you step even closer, dropping your forehead on his shoulder. His presence was a balm right now despite your relationship with him being like sandpaper on the best of days. He rubs his hand up your back, sensing your distress.

“Sweetheart...what is wrong? What happened after you left my parents home last night?”

You look up at his face, inhaling his scent for comfort, hands resting on his broad chest.

“My apartment was broken into while I was gone, completely trashed, cushions cut, mirrors broken, destroyed furniture and lamps... The police said I shouldn’t stay there so I went to a hotel last night, but in my haste to leave I forgot the correct shoes, and grabbed the wrong thing to wear, hence the bigger pants.”

His blue eyes soften and he looks concerned, the grip around your waist tightens slightly.

“That’s terrible. Was anything taken?”

“No, but that’s why the police didn’t think I should stay there, at least until they catch those responsible. Apparently it a sign that they were coming to harm me, but the likelihood of them catching them anytime soon is low. I can’t afford to stay in a hotel and my insurance company is fighting me about my policy...oh my I’m sorry you didn’t ask about that...”

You are about to start rambling but Henry cuts you off.

“Y/n, if I want you to stop talking I’ll tell you. Now do you have family or someone to stay with...”

You had been isolated from your friends for awhile now due to work, stress, and they were all coupled off mostly, or lived too far. You didn’t want to bother them by as, and you had moved here by yourself once you got this job, and similarly to the friends you actually trusted enough to stay with, all of your family lived too far away for you to go stay with them and commute to work. When you explain that to Henry he raises an eyebrow in question, then he gets that look that says he has resigned himself to something. You often see it in reference to meetings and business, never related to you.

“I talked to the landlord at my flat and he says the locksmith should be there tonight and I need to go home and sort out the mess so I guess I’ll just go back there tonight...”

He catches you off guard by standing up, yanking his suit jacket off the rack as he walks by it.

“Come on y/n” he holds his office door open and you walk by it, stopping at your desk to grab your things.

“And just where are we going?”

You question him but still follow him out to door.

————-

Henry ushered you into his car and luxury model you never saw yourself driving but it was nice and surprised you by pulling up to your flat. Most of the initial shock coming from him deciding to drive to your place and even more so that he knew where your place even was. You say nothing more about the red box during the ride, and you don’t even ask what he did with it. It was probably for the best anyway that you didn’t know.

The landlord was just finishing up with the locksmith as you two pulled up. Henry gets out of the car and opens the door for you. The landlord almost looks surprised to see you with someone. You were notoriously a loner, now that made sense that you were targeted.

“Ah, Ms. Y/L/N I wasn’t expecting you here so early. I was going to leave your new keys in your mailbox.”

You go to take the keys that he had held out in his hand but Henry surprises you by stepping forward, somehow the keys end up in his hand as he takes charge of the conversation.

“You are the gentlemen in charge here?”

He questions and passes a look of confusion between you and Henry then he asks

“Yes and you are?”

His tone was short and makes Henry bristle some and say shortly,

“Someone who cares about this woman’s wellbeing and your lack of security for these flats. How was someone just allowed to walk up to her home and vandalize it and during the day no less?”

Henry was towering over the man and not to mention he was built like a brick wall. Your landlord looked positively frightened at this point because Henry had a menacing look on his face. Shit, you would have been nervous too if that look was pointed in your direction.

“I apologize but we only provide security at night.”

Henry turns the keys around in his hands twice while he listens to the answer and hands them to you, and looks the man in his eyes again.

“ Will this still be the case while the bandits are still out in the world?”

“The owners have agreed to up the requirements of our nightly security team, but ultimately it is the responsibility of the renter to ensure personal safety.”

The landlord stumbles over his words slightly as the frown deepens on Henry’s face.

“We will see about that, a young woman is victimized on your property and all you can tell her is to look out for herself? I’m sure my lawyers will have a field day with this place or maybe I’ll just buy it and fire everyone in this place starting with you. Now leave.”

He growls out at the man, his frustration obvious and if you hadn’t been in near tears from being told you would be left to fend for yourself you might have found it attractive. Henry doesn’t even waste anymore breath on the moment and guides you to your now repaired front door. You unlock it rather quickly and you are more embarrassed by the state of it because you didn’t pick up a single thing before you left last night . You step over some broken glass as Henry surveys the room, as sigh as his shoulder drops.

“Darling...”

You wave him off, going over to where your bookshelf had been cleared of things, and you found the now broken frame that held a family photo. You pick it up, shaking the glass off it carefully and wave off Henry’s clear distress.

“They are just things Henry. They can be replaced thankfully, I am just glad I wasn’t home when they came in. Now I’m going to go change, I’ll be ready in a few. I would tell you to make yourself at home but...”

He is confused at your words, which just confuses you.

“What do you mean change?”

“That’s why you’ve brought me home right?”

He chuckles and confuses your tired brain even more and you start heading toward your bedroom.

“No, I brought you here, so I could see the mess for myself, and now that I have. I can say in no uncertain terms you will not be staying here.”

He says picking up a ripped throw pillow and tosses it on your equally destroyed couch.

“Ummm... okay and just where will I be going?”

“You will be staying with me until these men are caught.”

Your jaw drops and you shake your head in the negative.

“What! Henry... I mean Mr. Cavill...I mean Henry no, I can’t impose on you like that...”

“It wasn’t a suggestion Y/N. Pack your things because you are not safe here and I’ll be damned if you stay.”

Much to your mild annoyance you found yourself turned on with the reminder of his dominance. It gave you whiplash on how easy he was able to turn it on and off. You can tell his tone would not leave his commands open for discussion. You finish step over the things on the floor to get to your bedroom.

You find your larger piece of luggage since the overnight was still at the hotel, then you go into your bathroom pulling down your toiletries and almost drop them when you come out to find Henry standing in the doorway to your bedroom.

“Gah! You scared me, you moved so quietly and I forgot you were even here.”

“A skill I’ve mastered over years I assure you.”

“I will be done in a few minutes.”

You say putting the things into a plastic bag so they don’t spill over your clothes.

“No rush. Take the time you need.”

He strolls into your bedroom like he owns the place, and you are glad they hadn’t cut into your mattress, only tossed a few things around in there. He peaks into your open luggage as he walks by, the top of your dresser which was messy with perfumes and lotions you barely touched and into your small walk in closet that was open and had clothes ripped off the hanger. You already knew that would be fun trying to replace things you knew were ripped or damaged. You watch as Henry starts going through the clothes hanging on the rack, idly skimming through them and you awkwardly begin packing a few things from your dresser.

“And here I was thinking you only owned a few dresses.”

You didn’t often wear dresses to work, nor skirts. You preferred the freedom of pants and Henry had never told you that you couldn’t wear them, only that as long they were not ill-fitted they were fine. His fingers roam over the fabrics, you hear the click of hangers and you walk closer as he goes through them. Stopping on some of your more daring dresses, the ones certainly not appropriate for work. You take the time to step forward and take a few off the rack in front of him, ignoring his closeness.

“I do own dresses, I just prefer pants.”

“And I prefer dresses, I allowed the pants because I assumed you did not have dresses to wear...”

“Why would you assume that Mr. Cavill?” You ask coyly.

“Because, someone with legs like yours would not hide them.”

You feel your face heating up and you slide back out, dropping the work appropriate dresses into your luggage.

“Thanks...I think. Can you just come out so that I can finish packing?”

He steps out to the room unnerving you as he looks around, some of the drawers are already open but he doesn’t poke into those. thankfully. You watch as he looks down at his feet and frowns, you realize he’s seen the dress you wore Friday night on the ground, caught on his shoe next to your bed, obviously already there from You had planned to drop it off at the cleaners but that had been ruined with everything that had happened, a dress was the least of your worries. He reaches down and picks it up, pulling it between his fingers.

“Is this how you treat a gift my dear?”

“It needs to go to the cleaners which would have happened this week when I dropped off your dry cleaning for the week but with everything happening it will just have to wait.”

He hums and tosses the fabric on your bed, and sits down without much of anything else to do, he chooses to focus on whatever is on his phone. You finish packing quickly and you head to his home...

——————

After taking you back to your hotel to grab your luggage, he drove you to his home.

You had been to his home before, many and plenty of times. It was a gorgeous penthouse at the very top of a building, overlooking the city, it’s glowing skyline just starting as you arrived. It had two floors and quite a few bedrooms, 4 if you believed correctly, and one of which served as an office. Downstairs had another offshoot area that serves as his man cave type space as evidenced by the comfortable game chairs, bookshelves and obscenely large television. When you came in you would mostly leave his dry cleaning and things in the downstairs hall closet. Not now. Now you would be living with the man who had awoken some kind of dormant fiend that wanted him all of the time. Before now you could go home and possibly have a fantasy or two then stuff it away, not that was nullified now. Especially with knowing how he felt inside of you, the things he was capable of doing to your body.

He guides you upstairs, carrying your suitcases for you to a room not far from his own. It is spacious and has its own bathroom, unlike the other rooms which shared a bathroom with the hall. Thankfully that means no nude sprints from the bathroom to your room when you inevitably forgot your towel.

Henry sits them down and let’s you know he is going to take Kal for a quick nightly jog and does not hover as you unpack the two suitcases. You take the time to call your mother as soon as you hear the door close signaling he was gone, and inform her of the chaos your life had dissolved overnight. She fears for your safety and you put her on speaker while you put things away.

“Y/N sweetie I just don’t think you staying all the way out there by yourself is such a good idea.”

“Mom, I have got to work, I have to replace all the things the vandals ruined remember? Plus I'm sure they will catch those men in no time and I’ll be right back home.”

You weren’t confident but if she heard anything less she would be trying to drag you home kicking and screaming, plus you didn’t need her fear added to your own, so omitting your doubts about the whole thing, plus the suspected reason you were targeted was for the best.

“And where are you again?”

She asks and you can hear her clanging pans around in the kitchen. You kind of missed the familiarity of her cooking and the warmth of home.

“I am staying with my boss Henry Cavill, just for a week or so until this insurance company can sort out the discrepancies with my policy and pay me to replace my things and I will be looking for a new place soon.”

You hear her fridge ding as she left it open too long taking things out of it and you smirk at her continuing the habit she had since you were a child.

“Your boss... you mean the good looking one that was just on the cover of that Men’s Health magazine your father reads? That one?”

You huff and sigh. Henry had been featured on tons of magazines as the company he and brothers founded grew at a exponential rate and while they hadn’t been paupers prior to the business, the company had made them all multimillionaires, not to mention Henry had made very smart investments with his own funds so he could was very well off and as aforementioned very attractive. So that meant Henry Cavill was on various magazine covers and doing press for the company at any given moment. The Men’s Health cover was just the most recent. You had seen it when it came out as you hadn’t accompanied him to the shoot and you would be lying if you said he looked like he was worth every peeing that was in his bank. He had even signed a copy for you as a joke that you kept on the desk at work. Your lust over the cover paled to the real thing. Snapping out before you could flashback completely to the hot moments between the two of you, you begin shaking your head at your mother's verbal antics.

“Mom... I know what you are thinking.”

“Honey I’m not saying anything... All I’m saying is that I hope you aren’t still wearing those cartoon character pajamas bottoms to bed are you?”

You look at the red and black Betty Boop pajama pants peeking out from your bag and frown.

“No mom. But will you look at that. I’ve got to run and take care of a few things before it’s too late. I’ll call you soon.”

“ Just make the most of your time alone with that man, lord knows I would. Did you see that GQ spread he did...”

You cut her off.

“Bye mom, I love you.”

You barely hear ‘love you too’ before she’s disconnected.You didn’t want to dwell on what would happen if she knew you had already slept with him. You would never hear the end of it. It would be a cross between why you were not behaving like a lady, never let him have the cookie before you had some sort of commitment, and wanting to know how it was.

Your mom was...well... different.

Didn’t mean you didn’t love her any less.

You hear a knock at your door as you still worked at unpacking properly, which surprised you because you thought he was already gone, but you just heard a different door because he had only changed into sweats and a tank. You fight the drool at the size of his arms.

“Y/N could we speak for a moment?”

“Sure.”

Kal is pacing egar to get outside, Henry is holding his leash tightly enough so he doesn’t have to find him later.

“I wanted to go over a few house rules with you.”

“Okay lay them on me then.”

“Fine. The first is that You do not have to be so formal with me when we are not at the office. Henry will do just fine here as well just like I told you earlier.”

“Okay.”

“ I try to keep a tidy home. Cleaning service comes twice a week, and you seem to be fairly clean at your desk, so just keep that up here.”

“If you would like to entertain friends while you are here I do not mind, just be respectful of the volume and let me know prior to their arrival.”

“I told you I don’t have many friends, they are mostly couples.”

“Y/n couples still enjoy outings and glasses of wine. Speaking of which help yourself to

Whatever you see, this home is yours now too. If you are going to be out late, you have my number. I'll expect you to use it.”

“Thank you Henry. I will abide by all of your rules none of them seem hard.”

“Thank you. I do have one more.”

“That would be?”

“Absolutely no overnight guests.”

It was an odd thing for him to mention considering he was the man that had been in your vagina just a day ago but you weren’t going to fight it. That was an argument you didn’t need to have, lest he say something stupid and you were forced to slap him.

“Great. We will be back soon. Make yourself at home.”

You were still sort of ticked at him for being an ass but if he stayed like this, he could be an ass you could live with for a while...

———-

The unpacking went quickly once you weren’t distracted by your mother, nor thinking about Henry somewhere in the house. Tired once again as the day hits you again and a hot shower is in order. You found some towels and scurried into the bathroom which was ten times as beautiful as the one at your flat, and did not have the god awful shower/tub combo that you had too many near death experiences in getting in and out off. In the opposite Henry’s guest bathroom had a walk-in shower with glass doors with chrome handles and neutral coloring much like the theme of the rest of the penthouse. A perfect blend of modern meets classic, clearly an interior designer had touched the corners of this flat, because Henry would toss framed movie posters and whatever housewarming gifts he received all over and the only concern would be where to put Kal’s large dog beds.

No, he had outside help for which you were happy based on your current comfort level which wouldn’t have been achieved with scratchy towels that were questionable. Your had a portable shower speaker that stuck to the wall and it was your saving grace from a boring shower.

You laugh to yourself at the shower based concert you had put on many times as you undress, pull your hair up and away from your face and slide into the steaming hot shower. It felt like heaven as soon as that water hit your body almost every muscle relaxed instantaneously. You stand for a moment under the spray before submerging yourself, letting it run across your face trying to make sense of everything from the couple of days, trying not to stress about what you had to do to get your life together in the next coming days. You were deep in the verse of a song, giving it your all as the song began to reach its high point the shower opened behind you, scaring the shit out of you and Henry stands in the entrance with a laugh and you grip your wet chest, and breathe heavily.

“Don’t let me stop your epic concert.”

He steps into your shower, no shyness about his nudity and laughing still. Your body instantly appreciates his and even more so you can tell he appreciates yours.

“Well I would ask you what you want, but I guess that much is obvious.”

You say and Henry steps closer, body joining yours under the spray with you. You try to pull back, Henry just uses both of his large hands and arms to keep you there.

“I was on my way to take a shower and since there was one going with a beautiful woman already in it so I figured I might as well join in.”

“So you just figured you had a home court advantage and would come into my shower without asking.”

You blink and Henry has you pressed against the cool tile, you hiss in shock from it. Henry presses up against you.

“Baby girl everything in this bathroom right now belongs to me. The shower, the water and you.”

You laugh and toss your arms around his neck

“ You know I think you said something similar the last time we met in a bathroom.”

He raised an eyebrow

“I am pretty sure I proved it to you as well, but. It seems by your tone you need to relearn your lesson.”

You can feel your body tense and Henry grins and his hand wind into your hair and grasps your neck. He turns your head and kisses you fully, controlling the kiss with his tongue and firm lips. While you are distracted by his lips, he takes your loofah and your body wash, working it until a lather quickly forms and you feel it drag down your spine slowly.

“I am going to wash my baby girl and make sure she’s all clean before I dirty her up again.”

You find yourself giggling when he bops your nose with his free hand. You weren’t even a girl that giggled yet here you were, heart beat racing, as you made sense of what you were feeling. He pulls you away from the wall and turns you so you are facing the spray and takes his time in washing you down, lingering in spots that make you ticklish, avoiding the areas that would make you wet and not just from the water. Even without touching you where you wanted you still wanted him. The arousal poking you in the back, coupled with your own want of him and his soft touches. You let his care for you, then when his finally lets the loofah and suds glide across your chest you bite your lip, and as it drifts lower you hand drifts up behind you to rest on his broad shoulder and your legs spread wider to give him more access so that you can’t thoroughly enjoy how he glides the loofah over your mound, then across your lips, how is fingers come from around the thin lace of the loofah and tease your clit. He seems to enjoy cleaning and washing you more importantly teasing you as you try to get him to provide more pressure in his fingers, but doesn’t care about your whine when he pulls away.

Not too far gone you turn around and face him again, taking the loofah and smiling mischievously.

“So it’s your turn and you are just going to have to smell like me.”

He leans down and kisses you again as you start to worry it might be becoming one of your favorite things to do. You pull away and focus on the magnificent body in front of you. You would be a liar if you didn’t admit that you liked how the feeling of his abs felt as you run your soapy fingers down them and maybe even a little endeared as he lets you get behind him and move him under the water so the waters run over his head, returning his natural curls and the soap runs off his body.

You find it relaxing that he just allows you to take care of him, and you can just get lost in this moment of focusing on someone else. You avoided where he wanted you to touch him, make sure your hands lingered in other places before grilling him gently with the loofah and cleaning him, his girth and length just as impressive in your hands as when you felt it inside of you. His relieved groans are music to your ears and you want to hear more. The man always in charge opens his eyes as he feels you drop to your knees, the shower is hard but pleasing him is worth it. You smirk mischievously as you pump up and down and then dart your tongue out over his head, smiling to yourself when you see it jump in response. You were by no means super experienced in this and knew all of him would not fit into your mouth, he knows this too and doesn’t try and rush you as you take your time exploring how pretty his cock is with your tongue, licking him around like he was your favorite flavored ice cream cone, before covering your teeth and sliding over his head, engulfing him in your mouth, not stopping until you got about halfway down the length of him, then using your hands to massage what wouldn’t fit.

He is breathing heavy with the exertion of trying to control himself and you appreciate it. You give him only a few moments to adjust to the heat and wetness of your mouth, relishing in the weight of him on your tongue, the taste manly with a hint of soap, but you ignore that and focus on him. You bob your head to the rhythm of the song now coming out of your speaker, not going too fast because it was time you had the control for once. You liked seeing him under your power, feeling his thighs twitch from holding back. You fondle his balls, and then watch as he loses his mind internally signified with a head toss back and he leans forward with his palms flat against the wall as you were trapped between his body and the wall. Your eyes close again as you put your head over him again, and you just know you are wet without any stimulation from him.

“Shit my girl.”

Just knowing you were the one in charge of giving him so much pleasure got you hot. Your hand glides down as you begin to touch yourself, and you can’t help the moan that escapes from your throat which causes Henry to release a groan of his on and one hand leaves the wall and lands in your hair and his hips give a tell-tell twitch as he tries but fails to not thrust his hips at all. Wanting to see how far he would go to keep his control you groan longer this time as your own fingers circle your entrance and then use them to enter yourself. It didn’t feel as full as it did when Henry was inside of you, but it would do for now. Henry’s fingers smooth the top of your hair and down the side of your cheek, and to your jaw. You look up at him after his fingers grasp your jawline. You hmm around his length and as his head comes back up and locks eyes with you pupils blown and as your fingers work your body toward climax it seems for the first time Henry realizes you are touching yourself.

“You enjoying yourself, baby?”

He pulls his cock from your mouth, and by the smirk on his face the little control you had over this moment was gone.

His thumb hooks your bottom lip and pulls it down then rubs your lip with his same thumb, then he surprises you with gripping you by the crown of your hair and pulling your head upward. It was painful enough that he had your full attention.

“Now I don’t remember telling you that you could touch yourself. Did I?”

You tried to shake your head.

“Words.”

Clearly he had a thing about you speaking and saying what you wanted.

“No sir you didn’t tell me I could touch myself.”

”See I told you all your orgasms belong to me now and when you do things like touching yourself it makes me think you don’t want me to touch you.”

“No please I want you to touch me sir...”

“So you want me to touch you? I tell you what, I want you to show me just how much you want me to touch you and I’ll think about it. Suck my cock and Make it good.”

He grasps the base and rubs himself against your lips spreading the pearlescent fluid across them and turns jaw drops open and he guides himself back into the warm cavern of your mouth. His groan is no longer muffled and you don’t dare show him any sign that you are pleased by this, not teasing him as you head moved up and down over him at a faster pace, and you try to wring him dry. After a few moments of bobbing, licking and fondling him of your own accord him following your movements with small thrusts of his hips, one of his hands which had been pushing loose strands of hair off your face, grips it by a ponytail and he says

“Hands on my thighs and tap out if it’s too much.”

You nod in consent knowing he had enough of you running things and you brace yourself with gripping both of his thighs as directed, relaxing your throat as he pushes in slowly but deeper than you had been going and you feel like your mouth is stretching impossibly wider. His first few pumps were experimental and you hold back your gag reflex as he inches deeper on each thrust. You are thankful that he was seemingly caring about your wellbeing and comfort despite the little game your two were playing.

Soon he is pressing in faster and faster, controlling every second of this experience and you feel yourself dripping down in the surprisingly still warm shower.

“I just knew this little mouth would be heaven. Almost as good as your cunt.”

You give off a choked off whimper, his dirty words doing their part and you do your best to control your breathing, as he moves forward, the tip hitting the back of your throat and your face messy with tears and drool and he still wasn’t all the way in. Even in his pleasure he understands he won’t get all the way. His grunts are steady as he tightens his grip and holds in your throat, pulling back to let you breathe, repeating the process and you resist the urge to drop your hands from his thighs, and touch yourself.

You knew if you did he would make good on his words and not let you cum if you didn’t make this good. Sucking cock had always been a turn on but Henry was taking this to another level that none else had even been willing to go with you.

“Ugh...”

He pulls out of your mouth, a relief from being full of him and he jerks himself until he erupts over your chest in volume, some of which landing on your bottom lip.

While he is taking a moment to compose himself you stand up, your knees practically screams in relief and you step under the spray, washing yourself clean again. You relish in the feeling of Henry stepping close behind you, wrapping his arms around you, kissing the shell of your ear, his fingers taking over where you left off earlier, working you like he was on a mission to remind you of that first night.

“I told you I was going to dirty you up again.”

You rest your hand on top of his feeling him move his fingers in and out of you while the other crosses under your breasts, gripping them separately and squeezing them while he keeps kissing and worrying on your ear.

“That’s right I can feel you tightening around my fingers, let it go for me.”

All the sensations cause you to explode over him fingers suddenly and strongly and you cry “Henry!” In the echoing bathroom. He doesn’t punish you for it and you take a few minutes before you ask him.

“The real question is, did I show you how much I want you?”

“ Yes, and now I think it’s time you let me show you how much I appreciated that. Would you like that?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good because I am not done with you in the slightest...”

He cuts the water off and helps you out the shower, wrapping a towel around you and grabbing one for himself.

Your towels don’t stay on for long and Henry goes about making good on his words in the shower...

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The next morning when you wake up alone, you are more disappointed than you thought you would be. You knew everything was temporary but a part of you doesn’t expect to wake up alone, and the only thing you find is the red Cartier box resting on the pillow where his head should be...

You were in deeper than you wanted with the notorious playboy that happened to be your boss...

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1080 is used to control pests in NZ. Its use is contested by a noisy few. A new report claims high levels of 1080 in rats washed up on a beach. Flora and Fauna of Aotearoa (F&F) won’t name the laboratory that did their testing. It has sparked a hunt for the mystery 1080 testing lab. It’s just the sort of thing my readers might spend some idle time on Sunday searching for clues. Whodunnit?

Readers can tackle Farah Hancock’s and Dave Hansford’s coverage (published in that order), and the Science Media Centre’s Expert Reaction report for background. You can also read the report itself (PDF file; obtained from a link in the SMC Expert Reaction report). Let us know what you think!

F&F spokeswoman Di Maxwell claimed to Dave Hansford their tester previously recieved a “bullet in the mail” and “vandalism”. There’s a media story about a previous chemical “testing” incident reporting the tester making the same claim. Let’s call that person Dr. Y. Dr. Y’s earlier case, like the recent one, is associated with environmental groups, and claims excessively high levels of a substance. Investigations at the time met a refusal to share the methods used, and the laboratory – similar to what F&F are doing now.

My lead is speculative, with all that goes with that. It could be completely off. Rather than expand on it, I’d like to close this piece by drawing attention to how these “science-y” presentations affect issues and invite ideas as how to move groups past this. They’re an odd form of showmanship that really isn’t helpful.

But first let’s run back over the story so far a little. It’s quite a tale.

Where, who and what

On North Beach near Westport on the West Coast of the South Island 680 animals were found dead. Tests by Landcare NZ found no 1080 residues in the rats, and examination of the bodies by Massey University haven’t identified a cause of death.

F&F published what they claim are laboratory tests showing animals from the beach have enormous amounts of 1080 residue in them. To scientists, however, their document raises more questions than answers.

F&F heavily promote that their lab is accredited, but toxicologists say the chemistry doesn’t add up. Cridge and Shaw (SMC report) note stomach tissue is not expected to have high levels of fluorocitrate.

Dave Hansford concluded, “the question being asked in the profession is whether the mystery report is anything more than a work of lurid fiction”.

F&F spokeswoman Maxwell said to Hansford that the tester, “[…] had his house vandalised, he had a bullet through the mail. I could go on and on.”

How many claims of a bullet in the mail and vandalism to someone (claiming to) work at a chemical testing laboratory in work linked to environmental groups are there in New Zealand?

You’d think there wouldn’t be many. Perhaps only one.

It’s easy to find a media account of one case. (Tip: you can limit Google search results to NZ sites by adding ‘site:.nz’.) For your whodunnit, however, there are a few catches.

Many small consistencies and parallels make Dr. Y an appealing candidate to be F&F’s tester, but other claims by F&F don’t match – at least on the face of it.

Hiding the laboratory

F&F say they outsourced to a large (3,000m2!) laboratory, with overseas sites and other details (2 links). Where is the laboratory? There are only a small number of labs approved for fluoracetate testing in NZ. (As for the Dr. Y option, as far as I know he never revealed his lab. Perhaps Sherlock would suggest keeping embellishment open as a possibility?)

Maxwell says she must hide the laboratory, “for the security and safety of the independent chemists involved”. F&F claim, “This is a whistleblower situation” and that, “They have been attacked for standing up before” (as Dr. Y’s claims).

The real question, I believe, is if they need protection for this event. I’m doubtful. It’s a bit hard to see where there is an axe to grind.

Online consensus seems to be this event is nature at work after a big storm. Rats drowning (perhaps especially those that live by riverbanks or in otherwise dry river beds), and some sea-life washing ashore. West Coast rivers in flood are an impressive sight. Nearby is Cape Foulwind, not named by accident. Fans of Occam’s Razor would suggest it’s the simpler and hence more likely idea. (But that’s not enough on it’s own.)

Besides, as Hansford wrote,

You’d think a laboratory that had succeeded where Landcare and Massey had allegedly failed might be keen to burnish its reputation in a competitive field, but no: despite persistent requests, F&F refused to divulge its identity “for the security and safety of the independent chemists involved”, and warned that anyone who asked for it would be summarily removed from its Facebook page.

This reads as the over-played thinking and heavy-handed control seen by groups opposed to “contested” topics on social media.

Getting lobbies to do better

Using the language of science dubious claims can be pushed as issues needing attention. This game of ‘scientific bluff’ can be a kind of showmanship that is deeply unhelpful.

I’ve seen this game of imitating science elsewhere, on other issues. For example, there are commissioned studies of vaccines and genetic modification that look—to be very kind—a mess.

These reports don’t convince scientists working in the field, but they can affect politics. They also force a need to “tear down” the facade of “science-y” claims erected. Aside from the effort that takes, I suspect addressing the claims leaves the lobbies feeling beseiged, even it’s ultimately at their own hand, and they then dig in.

Those opposed might well mean their efforts sincerely, within their limitations. It might stem in part from a mistrust of the institutions. F&F’s Facebook posts show elements of this.

How do we ask lobbies to lift their game and not play at this sort of thing? Do we, even?

Where the issue is properly not a science issue—as in many objections to GMOs are, for example—encouraging people to talk in terms of their non-science objections may help. In not giving ‘value’ issues space, perhaps it’s inevitable there’s more science-bluff? People perceive they’re heard if they make it “scientific”.

But what do you do when the issue is squarely a science one? I’m not sure I know the answer.

Perhaps we could offer visitor passes to witness the testing? The idea being that it might it might reassure them of the professionalism and care that the testing is done with. I can’t see this working for F&F if the tone of their Facebook posts are representative, but maybe for other groups.

Ideas welcome – the comments are open.