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It first began when you were heading back from a conference meeting regarding the strengthening of international relations related to the development of a new visa subclass to allow for easier travel across borders. In this case, you and your seasoned coworker, Leon, along with a handful of other agents and higher-ups, had flown to London to represent America and the DSO. Unfortunately for you, right before the conference began, you both only had three days to recover. Leon seemed rested enough, but you on the other hand, had not slept a wink.

"Shit, that conference was so tiring. How was it somehow more tiring than running around fighting a bunch of infected in the pouring rain?" You can't help but groan, absentmindedly rubbing the back of your neck.

"More higher-ups than actual agents in the room, that's why." Leon gives you a dry chuckle as you both step into the hotel elevator, heading to the floor you were both staying on.

"And yet their backs never kill them." You scoff, walking alongside Leon.

"I don't know if I'm overstepping here, but you look tense. And I noticed you had about five coffees during the conference but you were still dozing off. Have you been having trouble winding down?" Leon asks.

"Is it that obvious?" You sheepishly purse your lips as you approach your hotel room doors that are directly opposite each other.

"Nah, I just… I've been there, that's all. Your body not being able to just shut off and relax, your mind constantly staying vigilant because it still thinks a threat is around the corner… It all sucks." Leon explains.

"Yeah… That's exactly how I feel. The flight didn't help either, the jetlag is so awful. I couldn't even sleep more than an hour last night." You sigh.

"Have you tried anything? Like sleeping medication, stretches, no screens…?" Leon asks.

"Haha. All of it." You give him a short, sarcastic laugh. Before you can continue your conversation, you hear a very large group of women clearly on a bachelorette trip, giggling and drunkenly stumbling towards you both. "Uh, do you wanna continue the conversation inside real quick? I have a feeling we'll get interrupted out here." You offer, turning to Leon.

"If you're comfortable with that, yeah, sure." Leon nods.

"Well, yeah, of course. I mean, we've been on what, three missions together now? Of course I feel comfortable with you, silly." You smile, as Leon steps into your room. Perching yourself on the edge of your bed, Leon takes a seat on the armchair near the vanity, turning it to face you.

"This job doesn't understand the definition of a work-life balance, that's for sure." Leon grumbles, and you nod in agreement.

"Even on days off, I can't remember the last time I did something fun and actually felt relaxed, to be honest." You admit, absentmindedly dangling your legs off the bed.

"Well, what do you do that really - and I mean really helps you relax? For me, I find it kinda meditative to just shut my brain off and work on my car or motorbike." Leon suggests.

"Haha… I don't even know how to pop open my hood. So not cars. Um, I enjoy reading? But I try to read something I'm excited about and my mind just keeps wandering. I like to do some art or listen to music, but it's all the same. I just can't switch my mind off." You sigh.

"Damn, so really nothing at all then? No other hobbies you've wanted to try out, or just anything that really makes your brain turn off?" Leon asks.

"No… Well yes- uhh… No." You hold your tongue, realising that what you were going to say could have been a total HR violation. You also don't want to make your fellow agent and mission partner feel uncomfortable.

"What? What is it?" Leon tilts his head in question, reminding you of a curious dog.

You clear your throat. "Oh, no, don't worry about it."

"Really? You know, if you don't find solutions to properly unwind, it'll eventually eat away at your performance on the job too. Trust me, it sucks." Leon empathises. He really is being genuine, and maybe… Maybe it's fine to admit something a little personal to Leon. You're basically friends - even though he started off as your mentor when you first transferred to the Eastern DSO HQ, you've been on three missions together and you've hung out a handful of times outside of work.

"Well, umm… There has been one time where I could get my mind to shut off. But it's kind of… Weird." Your legs stop dangling for a moment.

"Can't get any weirder than the shit we saw a few days ago."

"Wait, no, I mean like…" Your cheeks begin to feel a little warm.

"Oh… Right. You can be honest with me, it won't make me uncomfortable."

"O-okay, well, the last time I was able to properly wind down and switch my brain off was when I, um… You know. Had an orgasm." The last three words were very quiet, but Leon is an attentive listener.

"Yeah, no judgment from me, it makes perfect sense. But why don't you just do that again?"

"Uh… I can't do it with my own hands. And I've tried so many… Things. But they all seem to break on me pretty fast which gets expensive, or they just don't work that well. So that's why I can't just… Have one." You're usually a pretty clear and confident speaker, but talking about something like this to a coworker - especially a coworker who you think is very attractive and easy to get along with, has you feeling a little shy.

"Yeah, I get it… But surely you go on dates, right? That could lead somewhere and you could get it done that way?" Leon suggests, but you shake your head almost instantly.

"This job is too demanding, I actually don't go on dates. I don't like hookups either. I find it hard to just… Trust a stranger in that way." You respond, when suddenly your mind begins to wander and you find yourself blurting something stupid out. "Well, I trust you." You add.

Suddenly your mind catches up to your mouth, and you want to run over to your window and throw yourself out of it. "Sorry- no, I didn't mean to say that. Ignore me. I'm so sorry. You're a coworker, that was so inappropriate of me." Your babbling apology is slightly muffled as your hand clasps over your mouth.

"You trust me?" Leon asks, cocking his head to the side.

"Well, y-yes! Of course, I mean, we've gone on missions together and we have each others' back and so that means there's a high degree of trust that-" Your tone is at an unnaturally high pitch as you continue to explain yourself at a rapid, directionless pace.

"If you trust me, then I can help you." The tips of Leon's ears are tinged with pink, but he sounds sincere. He really does want to help you relax.

"You… You can? Wait, but that would be super inappropriate of us, we're coworkers." You emphasise the last word of your sentence.

"Well, we don't have to ruin that dynamic. I could just help you, kinda like how I bandage you up when you take a nasty hit." Leon shrugs. You're in slight disbelief that he'd actually offer, but your body is already buzzing with the thought of him helping you reach an orgasm.

"Okay… Well then, what do I do, exactly?" You ask, your front teeth pinching the flesh of your bottom lip for a moment.

"You can just show me how you use your hands first, maybe I can give you some direction." Leon nods.

You can't believe you're doing this, and yet, you're also giddy at the thought. Your fingers gingerly pinch at the hem of your black wool pencil skirt, slowly peeling it up as you sit back on the bed, kicking your heels off. Leon stares at the sight of you with widely blown pupils, crossing an ankle over his knee as he leans forward. Your breath hitches in your throat as you slide your panties down, a thin little line of slick breaking apart as the garment drops to the floor.

Too shy to say a word, you run your middle and index finger between your folds to spread your juices. As you collect enough wetness, you begin to rub slow, little circles on your clit with your fingers. Leon is observing you intently as your fingers quicken by a fraction, and you stifle a moan. "S-sorry, I've never been watched like this before." You whimper, your fingers relentlessly rubbing as you begin to feel warmth pool across your lower body. Suddenly, the heat builds a little too rapidly, and it almost becomes too much in an instant. You remove your fingers suddenly, sighing in frustration. "That's… Pretty much always where I stop. It just doesn't feel right once I start to get close." You explain.

Rising from his chair, Leon approaches you slowly, his pale blue eyes locked on yours. "You okay if I touch you?" He asks.

"Y-yeah, that's fine." You stammer, feeling your heartbeat quicken.

"Hang on, I'll sit underneath you." Leon instructs, as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed facing the mirror, and you settle into his lap. Your back is flush against his chest, and you can feel something poking at your backside. "You're going too fast too quickly and you're not giving yourself enough time to build it up." Leon whispers, his fingers dragging down your folds at a slow pace, the pads of his fingers collecting more wetness from your sopping wet hole.

"Just go nice and slow first, like this…" He instructs, his fingertips slowly but firmly moving up and down, causing you to buck your hips into his hand. "Yeah, and when your body is looking for more, then you can start rubbing." Leon continues, his fingers gently rubbing little slow circles on your clit. "You're not pulling yourself taut either, like this." He uses the index and middle finger on his other hand to spread your pussy apart, exposing your clit as he drags his thumb across it.

"A-ah! Fuck!" You jolt at the sensation, your eyelids fluttering.

"Hey, you wanted to learn, didn't you?" Leon chuckles, gently grabbing your jaw to recentre your gaze on the mirror in front of you. "You need to watch." He adds, spreading your pussy once again as you watch his thumb rub at your clit.

"I didn't know you had this level of perversion in you- shit!" You moan, as Leon sinks his middle and index finger into your pussy.

"I'm the perv? Are you forgetting you're the one who brought it up in the first place?" Leon questions as he begins to pump his fingers inside of you.

"P-point taken…" You breathe out as he curls his fingers upwards, hitting that perfect, sweet spot with the perfect amount of pressure.

"So when you curl your fingers like this, you can hit that spot and feel it every time. It gets intense fast." Leon whispers as his hand moves faster and faster, and you find yourself squirming in his lap as your pussy makes such obscene noises as his fingers plunge back and forth into you.

"O-oh, shit… Wait, please don't stop, please don't stop…" You whimper, your hips moving so frantically that Leon ends up moving his free hand to steady your hips in place. Your body tenses up and your thighs shake, before that known feeling of warmth in your belly arrives, and your body gives in to the first orgasm you've had in quite some time.

"Knew you could do it. Just needed a little help, huh?" Leon mumbles into the crook of your neck as you come down from your high.

Oh, you could easily get addicted to this.

The following evening, you find yourself groaning in frustration, the back of your head hitting your pillow with a soft thud. You're a fast learner, but why was it so difficult to replicate what Leon did for you yesterday? Maybe it was the angle he could get, or maybe it was the size of his hands and the way he could so perfectly reach exactly where you needed them to… Whatever it is, you're getting annoyed that your only avenue of stress relief is unattainable once more.

…And it is exactly what Leon wants. Leon was always unsure of how you saw him, but Leon has harbored feelings for you the moment he was assigned as your mentor when you transferred to his DSO headquarters. You're more than the pretty coworker - you're the one who has saved him countless times, the one who makes just as many corny jokes as he does, and the one who has taken the time to truly get to know him. So when you let it slip that you needed help… Well. Leon was itching to make himself useful, hoping that now you'll finally see him in a different way and lead to something more.

"Hey." You greet Leon with flushed cheeks and dewy lips. He wants to believe he's a respectful man, but when you show up at his hotel door in nothing but a thin grey tank top with your tits so obviously straining through the cotton and such tiny little bed shorts, he has no choice but to sneak just a quick look.

"Hey. You alright?" Leon asks, leaning his forearm on the side of his doorway. Your eyes travel to his large and muscular bicep as it tenses a little with the way he’s leaning. You swallow thickly.

"U-um, no, actually. I… I really tried to do everything you instructed, but it's just not working." You grumble with a little pout. Leon opens his door a little wider as you step inside his room.

"Can't do it on your own?" Leon asks.

"I can't… I don't know what's wrong with me. But you did it for me so perfectly before, so, um…" You stare down at your socks, suddenly feeling like maybe asking your coworker to get you off again is actually in fact, not a great idea.

"Yeah, I'll help you again." He nods. "But we'll do it a little differently." Leon adds as he sits in his armchair.

"Differently?" You ask while you approach him.

"Yeah. I want you to sit down on me, but this time face me and straddle one of my legs." Leon directs you, as you do exactly as he says. As you straddle his sweatpants-clad thigh, you already feel the blunt pressure of his thigh against your core. You get the idea pretty quickly.

"O-oh." You gasp as your thighs tighten a little and you lean further into him. Leon's hands move from his side to gently hold your hips.

"Move, like this." Leon guides your hips with his hands as you follow the pace he's set. It's beyond pleasant; to turn your brain off and let Leon do most of the thinking for you as you chase your own pleasure. It's nice that he takes care of you like this. He’s so nice to you.

"Wait, fuck… This feels really good…" You whimper as your hips buck a little faster.

"Feels good for you?" Leon asks and you nod. "Good." He replies as you grind against him with more pressure. The friction begins to build, but there's just one too many layers. You quickly shove the crotch of your bed shorts to one side, with only the thin layer of your underwear against his clothed leg. Wordlessly, he holds eye contact with you as he flexes his thigh, creating a much more tense and firm surface to grind on. Your jaw falls open as you can't help but let out a breathy moan.

As you continue to grind against him, you can't help but notice how intimate this is - not only in the obvious physical sense, but the psychological sense too. Leon is a good mission partner - he's dependable, kind, and considerate. Maybe doing something like this with a coworker is meant to be inappropriate, but you don't feel a trace of anxiety or unease with him. None of this feels wrong. You simply just trust him to take care of you, and you can let go. You can finally let your mind go numb, even if it's just for a few minutes.

"S-shit, I'm getting close." You rasp, as you lean your body flush against Leon's, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"S'okay. I've got you." Leon murmurs, one hand travelling to the small of your back as you grind down against him harder.

"Oh, god, I'm-" You can't even finish your sentence; you're too busy trying not to whimper. You're failing miserably.

"Yeah… That's it. Ride it out for me. Just let go." Leon whispers, his breath fanning right against the shell of your ear as you cum all over his thigh, your shaky body slowly stopping to a complete halt as your orgasm subsides.

Peeling your face away from the crook of his neck and beginning to stand up, you feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you, as you notice the large sticky patch of your pussy juice that has created a significantly dark and glistening spot on the front of Leon's grey sweatpants. "Fuck, I'm-" You hold a loosely clenched fist to your mouth, shocked as if it wasn't you who just came all over his leg.

"Don't say you're sorry. I wanted you to." Leon gently cuts your sentence off, giving you a soft, reassuring gaze.

"Oh, thank you… I know it's, uh… Not really a good thing to do, us being coworkers and all. I appreciate you helping me." You purse your lips, but return his expression with a small smile.

You thought maybe after that second time Leon helped you cum, you would finally be able to do it on your own. But when you returned to America, you spent the first two weeks after those encounters with Leon desperately trying to reach a climax by yourself. You were starting to think it was an impossible task, at least when you're at the helm. So that's when you waited for a quiet hour, and asked him for the first time in his office to help you out. It quickly became a routine for you both.

You'd find a quiet hour or purposely stay back to do overtime so the HQ would be practically desolate, just so you can shut the blinds and lock his office door. And Leon knows exactly what you want, pushing his chair out a little and spreading his legs just a little more, letting you straddle his thigh. You'd ride his thigh until you came, all while he's still typing (albeit very slowly) on his laptop at his desk. Sometimes he'd even take a phone call while you're doing it, but you quickly learned not to make any noise, so it only added to the thrill.

After all, what kind of mission partner and coworker would Leon be if he were to deny you the opportunity to increase your performance in the workplace? And of course Leon kept it professional, just like any good coworker should. He'd only hold you at your hips or waist to guide you when you needed it, or hold you just long enough so the wobbling in your knees would subside. He's never done anything more, despite the obvious bulge in his pants - he's never once planted a kiss or touched you in any other way that wouldn't get you to your destination.

You're unsure of what to think about it, although the thought of one day having to cease this arrangement with Leon puts a bitter taste in your mouth. Maybe you're just trying to convince yourself that the bitter taste is because you'd have to find other means to achieving an orgasm, and not because you have intense romantic feelings for him. But you cram that thought in a box and put a tight lid on it, because this last month of Leon helping you 'relieve stress' has been working great for you.

"Shit… I'm gonna cum… Fuck…" You moan, your hips bucking as Leon keeps his thigh flexed and one hand on your hip, letting you grind him until your climax ebbs. With a long exhale, you peel yourself off of him, using your slightly clammy hands to roll the hem of your skirt back down. You begin to turn around, ready to roll the blinds back open and unlock the door, but Leon's hand gently grasps at your wrist.

"Hey, can we talk for a sec?" Leon asks.

"Oh, sure. What's up?" You reply, sounding so awfully casual despite the thin sheen of sweat on your forehead and several hair strands sticking out of place.

"I know this… This arrangement is working for you. But I think it's best we stop." Leon clears his throat as you try to hide your crestfallen expression.

"Oh… Yeah, no. I get it. Completely. It's uh… I know it's not great from a professional viewpoint." Your expression quickly recovers as you smooth down your hair. "And you must be seeing someone else, or at least you will at some point… Right? It'd definitely be inappropriate for me to keeping asking you to help me." You can't help but blurt out.

"Wait, what?" Leon looks at you as if you just grew a second head.

"Huh? What do you mean what?"

"You… Do you really think that's what it is…?" Leon asks in disbelief.

"Well, of course. I know what we're doing isn't exactly professional and would be weird to continue if you began seeing someone, so…" You trail off, giving him a look of confusion.

"I'm not entirely sure I can even follow your thought process. You know I like you, right?" Leon responds, the last six words hitting you like a tonne of bricks. There's a warmth that blooms throughout your chest, and a giddiness in your stomach that you can't quite contain.

"...You like me?"

"I thought that much was obvious. You think I'd just let any woman into my office and grind on me?" Leon chuckles sardonically.

"But we're-"

"-Coworkers? Yeah… You seemed anxious about that bit. So I didn't push it… I thought your brain needed time to catch up." Leon gently interjects.

"Well, okay- wait. Why didn't you say anything before I started this?" You ask him.

"You really think I could say no to you?" Leon gives you a soft gaze as he lets out a small huff of amusement. "I find it very difficult to reject requests from the woman I like. Especially requests when she needs help." He adds.

"I… Oh my god. I suddenly feel really silly." You admit, looking at Leon with a sheepish expression.

"To be fair, I probably should have told you how I felt from the start. But… Do you feel the same way?" Leon asks.

You always thought a relationship formed on the foundation of work was an absolute no-no. There was some kind of unspoken rule in your head that being professional meant there would be no room for love or romance in your line of work, and especially one with a coworker. That rule has been holding you back from admitting to yourself that ever since you walked into the office and Leon was introduced to you as your mentor, you felt an immediate attraction towards him.

That attraction towards Leon didn't wane once you began going on missions together, in fact it's only being strengthened. You're so familiar with each other that you remember things like your coffee orders, the preferred category of gun to use, and where your worst scars are. You realise this entire time that you've been holding back because you're scared of being known so intimately that rejection would cut deeper than any knife could. Maybe it's about time you stop listening to those fears.

"I do. I like you too. I like you a lot, actually." You smile, feeling an invisible weight finally lift from your shoulders.

"Thank god." Leon breathes out a relieved chuckle.

"But now that that's established, let me finally take care of you." You note, gesturing to Leon's very obvious tent in his pants. You notice the red tinge on the tips of Leon's ears and the top of his cheekbones as you sit in his lap once more, your lips hovering mere millimetres against his. He's looking at you with a gaze so soft you think you might just melt right into his arms, like ice cream dropped on scorching hot asphalt. You can't take it any longer; you want to know what his lips feel like against yours. The kiss is initially tender and sweet - his lips are softer than you imagined and once your tongues met, you could taste coffee and the remnants of his spearmint gum. You can't help but let out a moan against his mouth. Leon has been absolutely starving for you, so instead of breaking away, he simply leaned into the kiss even more, greedily swallowing your moans until you both have to come up for air.

"Are you sure you wanna do it here? You know, for our first time I kind of pictured us going out for dinner or something before heading back to my place." Leon asks.

"I'm impatient, but I can wait, if that's what you want. We can do it your way… Or we can do it my way. Fuck here, go on that dinner date, and then fuck some more back at yours." You suggest, planting a kiss on his neck.

"You're killin' me… Okay. Your way." Leon bites his lip, gently tugging the back of your head to tilt your neck towards his mouth. As he plants hot, wet, open-mouthed to kisses your neck, you fiddle with his belt buckle until it unlatches, and you palm his cock through his underwear. He's straining against his underwear, a little damp patch already evident. Freeing his cock from the thin cotton material, you notice his tip is already drooling with precum, a glossy reddish hue.

You don't waste any more time - you've wanted to do this for so long. Your hips sink down against his, the tip of his cock already stretching you out, making you quietly whimper in pleasure until he's fully seated in you, all the way in. "Fuck… You're so tight." He hisses in ecstasy, as you slowly move your hips up and down on him. With the sensitivity from riding his thigh and the level of arousal Leon's feeling just from letting you use him for your own pleasure already has you both reactive to each others' touch.

"O-oh, god… You feel so good…" You let out a choked moan as Leon offers you his thumb to dampen the whimpers and moans coming from your throat. You take it, sucking on it and biting down just a little as your hips move faster. You're both getting closer and closer, when suddenly Leon removes his thumb from your mouth and fucks his hips up into you, snapping them upwards and pounding right into your sopping wet cunt at a pace that feels so precise it's almost mechanical. "Fuuuck, right there… Please don't stop, please don't stop…" You mewl - and he obliges.

"Yeah, that's it… Just let go, baby." Leon whispers. He doesn't stop at all, his tip hammering into that spot that makes your vision turn into a flash of white.

"Shit… G-gonna cum!" You gasp, giving him little warning as your walls instinctively tighten around him, spurring Leon's orgasm on right after yours. With loud breaths and sweaty bodies, you pull each other in for another kiss. "…So. What place did you have in mind for dinner?" You manage to rasp out with a small smile.

MAN I LOVE WRITING FREE USE LEON KENNEDY

He’s working from home today, holed up in the office down the hall, hunched over his desk with new grays coming in at his temples as the day goes on, and the reports pile up against a due date that is far too close on the calendar for comfort. And you’re in the mood to be tedious. Near perfect conditions.

First, it started with bringing him coffee. He was so appreciative, giving you a rub on the back as you bowed down to place the cup and saucer on his desk. A ‘thank you, sweetie’ and a kiss on the cheek. 

Then, you stopped by, not even thirty minutes later to ask if he wanted to go out to dinner tomorrow, and if so, he needed to leave work ten minutes early to beat traffic. Oh, and he’ll have to make a reservation because you’re not very good at all that stuff. He took a deep, cleansing breath, and nodded, assuring that the two of you would have your dinner date on the schedule as soon as he finished work. 

So patient. 

It didn’t take long for you to return once more, wrapping your arms around his neck, pinching his cheeks, playing with his hair, planting an obnoxiously loud trail of kisses from ear to ear. I’m bored, you whined. 

“Why don’t you go shopping, baby? Looks like the perfect day for it.” 

You followed his gaze out the window, where a heavy blanket of steady rain had just broken through the torrential sky. Angry clouds threatened a continual downpour from above, coating the earth in dark, vampiric shadows. 

Guess not.

You padded down the hallway, decidingly not venturing out to the shops today, but still pondering a way you can cure this endless pit of boredom digging itself deeper in your stomach. And the lust between your legs, crying out for attention. 

So, so patient. 

“Lee?” You coo, returning to his office for the ninth time in the past two hours. Leon sighs, shoulders falling an inch against the back of his desk chair. This time, he doesn’t turn around to look at you, he doesn’t respond vocally with a pet name, or so much as an annoyed cut of his eyes. He keeps his gaze affixed to the computer in front of him. “Baby?” You repeat, still lingering against the door frame. 

“What is it?” 

Bingo. 

There’s frustration in his voice, and he no longer deems it necessary to coat it in the sweet, syrupy tone he typically uses with you. You’ve gotten under his skin, and between your incessant picking and prodding, and the pile of unnecessary projects he’s been assigned, his patience is wearing thin. 

“It’s still raining.” 

He needn’t look out the window for confirmation. He can hear the droplets banging against the glass. “Yep.” 

“I would go shopping, like you said, but I just got my hair done and I don’t want to get it ruined.” 

“Shop on your computer.” He knows you’re familiar with the principle. The two of you could be stuck in a cabin in the middle of nowhere without so much as a single bar of signal, and you’d still find a way to rack up a bill on his card. 

“That’s so boring.” 

If he has to hear a variation of that word one more time, he might just have you do this report for him, and you’d really be bored then. But he keeps his cool, choosing silence over a response that would only prolong this exchange, and perhaps bring out a side of him he never wants gracing this home.

Little does he know. 

You approach, a shitty grin tempting to appear at the corner of your mouth as your hands extend toward his hair, all sand and snow. “Can I play with your hair?” Before you can sink your fingers through the strands, he reaches back to grab your wrist without so much as looking to aim. 

Leon then whips around in his chair, pulling you between his legs. 

“Sweetie,” he says through gritted teeth, speaking with as dulcet of a tone as he can muster. “I’m working.” 

“But I’m bored.” The patch of skin between your eyebrows creases and your face begins to contort as you simultaneously stomp a foot against the hardwood. Leon looks down at the gesture, then slowly glances back up. 

Worn. Thin. 

Without warning, he grabs your shoulders to push you down onto your knees, your flesh immediately conforming to the textured slats beneath them. 

“You’re gonna kneel until I finish this report, do you hear me?” He doesn’t wait for you to nod or squeak in acknowledgement. This isn’t a contract. It’s a command. 

“Leon–”

“And if I hear so much as a peep from you, you’ll be staying like that all night.” 

You seal your lips shut.

He leans down across the arm rest, with a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth, to lightly tap the button of your nose. “Good girl.” 

Leaning back in his desk chair, he stretches his arms high above his head before clasping them behind it, reclining. “If you hadn’t interrupted me every five fucking seconds, this wouldn’t take so long.” Then, he sits up straight once more, hands immediately returning to the keyboard, clacking away like a chicken at feed. “Too late now.”

After fifteen minutes, you start to squirm, knees rolling back and forth against the textured planks. Out of the corner of his eyes, Leon notices you faulting. Your fingers are fidgeting, your seat aching to recline on your heels. 

“Uh-uh,” he taunts with a click of his tongue. “Do I need to tie you up?” 

“No,” you whimper. 

His eyes shoot open. “Or tape your mouth shut?” 

You shake your head, lip beginning to tremble. 

Your knees hurt, obviously, but now your face is starting to feel tight, and your skin dry and itchy. 

It’s five o’clock. Actually, it’s long past five o’clock, and Leon’s been finished with work for the past twenty or so minutes. Instead of the encrypted website he was using to work, he switched to google to search for the best leather cleaner to use on the seats of his car. Then, he clicked back and forth between a few websites for details on plaster work and regrouting. 

“Bathroom renovations, really?”

Without moving a muscle of his face or pivoting his body, Leon’s eyes cut to you, a storm brewing inside them. That’s all? He doesn’t spit out a scolding word, or pull you over his lap to slap a parade of punishing spanks across your ass. He just goes back to his computer, clicking, and moving his cursor across the page at nothing in particular. 

That’s when you make the decision to run, though it’s not much of a decision at all. It’s more of a primal instinct, inherited from ancestors that had to run from actual predators. Perhaps that’s what you’re wanting to turn Leon into. A predator hot on the trail of its prey. 

So you lunge onto your feet, and they quickly carry you out of the office, across the hall, and up the stairs. Your legs feel like jelly, your knees throbbing at the release, though still partly numb. 

Leon just sniffs, slowly rising from his chair, reaching out to turn off his computer until the power flickers and the outage does it for him. It immediately bathes the house in shadows, the darkness only cut by the storm seeping through the windows, sharp shocks of lightning illuminating the halls with bright claps of white.

You hear a rumbling chuckle from downstairs, and it sends a shiver of chills down your spine, between your legs. Navigating through the darkness, you tip-toe down the corridor, round the corner, thinking you’re in the clear until you run straight into a clothed chest, nearly bouncing back against the impact. Yelping out, you ask how he found you so quickly. You had only been running for a minute, and you hadn’t heard any footsteps behind you…any movement at all, really.

Beneath another strike of lightning and the roar of thunder, you see Leon’s face, a smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth. He takes you in his arms, holding you so tight, there’s no chance of wiggling free. As you squirm in his grasp, he dips his head down to whisper in your ear. 

“Do you think I just sit at a desk all day, baby?” His voice is low and gravely, his breath hot against your skin. Something ice-cold is dragged up and down the length of your arm, and its metal catches in the light, a twinkling sound following. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” 

It was a pair of handcuffs. 

Metal and unforgiving. 

Your arms are stretched above your hand, your wrists restrained, the cuffs clicked into place around one of the wooden posts of the headboard. He removed your panties, your satin nightgown, the lace hem tickling your thighs as he slid it down your body. 

You asked for this, you remind yourself when you see Leon walking back toward the bed, a lit candle in his eager hand. Melted wax pools around the live wick, and your muscles tense as it hovers above your abdomen, threatening to spill. A wicked grin grows across Leon’s mouth, his face illuminated by the orange glow of the flame.

He shifts the candle up your body, tilting the lip until hot wax splatters across your decolletage, your breasts. Peaked nipples hardening under the sensation, you cry out, moan echoing against the blackened walls. 

Leon closes his eyes, tossing his neck back, devouring the sound. 

Discarding the still-lit candle on the nightstand, his hands crawl to your breasts, kneading the stiffening wax into your skin, paying extra attention to your nipples, pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. 

He moves his head down between your parted thighs, one hand coming down to pin your waist into the mattress, the other still playing with your tits, shifting between them, making sure to dole out enough love so that neither one feels left out. 

You whimper as the drum of his tongue flattens on your clit, lapping like a kitten on a bowl of milk. He begins with slow, languid strokes, the tip drawing circles at your seam before he plunges the muscle past it, prodding at your walls. 

Back arching off the bed, you tilt your hips down, grinding against his face. He groans into your pussy, the sound reverberating off your arousal, and you mewl beneath the vibration. Then, right as you sense your climax approaching, the coil in your abdomen tightening, your walls clenching, he removes himself. The absence is jarring. 

“Leon?”

“How does it feel?”

Your brows cinch together, your face a painting of betrayal as you struggle to look up and out at him, your movements limited by the cuffs. “What do you–”

“You were interrupting me.” 

His voice has returned to its usual tone, dulcet and soft like a lullaby, yet laced with condescension as he cocks his head like a puppy, mocking your frustration. 

“So now I’m going to do the same to you.” Bowing back down to your pussy, he stops one more time before continuing his taunts. “No more talking, please.” 

He attacks you like this for what feels like an hour, though time is completely lost on you now, unable to turn to the sky outside for direction, the storm making the early evening seem like midnight. 

Your legs are shaking uncontrollably, made worse when you try to quell the tremble by digging your feet into the mattress, and your vision begins to blur at the corners, white spots appearing like granules of static across your lids. 

If the government isn’t using this as a form of torture, they’re severely missing out. 

“Let me finish, please.” 

He doesn't, of course, retreating once more before you can meet your peak, wiping your juices off his mouth with the back of your hand. 

“Leon, please,” you cry, tears sliding down your temples, falling into the swirls of your ears, drying down sticky and stiff. “Come back.”