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Monday, 8pm sharp. Like clockwork, the door to Hannibal Lecter’s office opens gently, he escorts his final patient of the day out of his room. You open a blank google document swiftly, typing gibberish not wanting to look bored even though you've spent the last two, almost three hours eagerly awaiting the day's end with no more work to be done.

“Please have a pleasant evening, Mr. Kennedy, and remember, the world will not wait up for your lack of movement” Hannibal reassures his patient.

He gestures towards his office for you to enter, holding the door open for you with his left arm outstretched politely. You swallow, sensing frustration from the day he’s had, and stand up from your desk to move into his office.

It's always so dim, the moon shines through the two floor-to-ceiling windows, rain gently falling. The late autumn season is your favourite, but the gloomy weather sets the scene in a less than gracious way.

“Is something unorthodox?” Hannibal asks, easily noticing your wandering eyes.

“Of course not, Dr. Lecter, I've always found your office pleasant” You reply softly. He’s always been an intimidating boss, even without trying. It hasn't been very long since you've begun working for the psychiatrist but you've noticed his interesting methodology and mannerisms.

It's stressful, trying to keep up with his perfectionism. Your desk is a lame attempt at capturing the design of his atmosphere. You’ve mastered avoiding his eyes, but he always finds a way around you. It's been a week since the ‘incident’ and your relationship with Dr. Lecter has changed in an interesting way.

“Please get into the habit of sending me my patient list for the day in advance, I will need to accommodate for absences on my behalf”

“Sorry?”

“I will be stepping out of the office from noon to three tomorrow to accompany a.. friend if you will, in his work for a few hours”

Shit. You totally forgot to add this excursion onto his schedule, as a result you’ve filled that time with appointments already days ago. “I knew I shouldn't have taken this job I'm so fucked” You think to yourself. You’re not really all that interested in finding out how Hannibal will react to a major mistake like this one.

“My apologies Dr. Lecter I must have missed that request, if my memory serves me right you have a few appointments within those hours” You take a deep breath, maybe he’ll understand? You just started this position four weeks ago, you’ll learn….right?

Hannibal takes a deep breath, he moves over behind his desk and begins packing things into a briefcase without saying a word.

“I must admit, I am terribly disappointed in your work ethic” Hannibal calmly yet sternly replies.

“I expect my secretary to be mindful of such reminders, even when the day is estranged”

Instantly your stomach sinks. You could hear a pin drop. You nod your head as your brows furrow. Tears forming in your eyes. You feel your face heating up in embarrassment, dear god when will this moment end.

You avert his gaze before awkwardly speaking through a small cry- “Absolutely, my deepest apologies sir”

Hannibal closes his bag and picks it up off the brown desk.

“I am unsure how to prevent this mistake from reoccurring, but after today I am in no mood to scold someone so harshly. Please stay as late as needed to fix your mistake” Hannibal takes a few steps towards the door as a tear drops down your face, you take a step towards him out of desperation to make things right and win back his approval. “Please” you stutter.

In an instant, Hannibal whips around, his bag hitting your torso, accidentally opening to spill books and papers onto the grey floors.

You gasp, stepping back and looking at Dr. Lecter in his eyes. The look on his face suggests he didn't mean to hit you, but this mess didn't improve his mood either. “I am so sorry I’ll clean this up right away” You spurt out quickly, partly out of fear but you gotta earn some brownie points here for your job’s sake.

Hannibal drops his bag and reaches out to grab your jaw, in an instant he whirls you around and presses you against the door with ease. You don't move, you don't even breathe, you’re just forced to look him in the eye longer than a moment for the first time in days. You notice the shift in energy, his breathing is erratic and deep. Your heart beats so strong you can feel it in your head. His cologne, still strong, coats your senses, rich mahogany, woody undertones with faint hints of orchids and blood.

Hannibal leans into the side of your neck, just above the collarbone, he's so close you can feel his breath lingering. You swallow, attempting to come back to earth, down from this high. This cannot happen…again.

“Now do as you are told, and clean this up”

Yeah it's over.

The tears built up in your eyes fall but they aren't replaced. The tension in your face melts away, you aren't nervous anymore. You know you're the one who will pull the strings tonight, and maybe his hair but who knows. Your eyes locked onto his. The floodgates have opened and there's no closing them. You slowly sink to the floor beneath him, keeping your eyes on his. He raises his chin, takes a deep, subtly shaky breath and ever so slightly tilts his head. He needs to see all of you. This man never falters, he’s always in complete control, yet, you bring out something in him he’s buried so long ago.

On the floor now, you turn on your knees to face away from the man, hands on the cold floor picking up the papers and books neatly, being careful not to dirty them further. You can feel his eyes burning into your backside, you could feel embarrassed but you both crave this. Ever since the incident last week there's been tension, you've been counting down the days until you could feel him inside of you again.

“Stand” he continued. His voice deeper and more dominant than before. You stand, without second thought, books left in a neat pile on the floor under you. Hannibal places a gentle hand on the side of your face, cupping your jaw and slowly sliding his thumb over your lips. He leans in, standing much taller than you. “You said you would refrain from enticing me like this again”

“I couldn't help myself”

Immediately, Hannibal makes quick work of your blouse, actually ripping the bottom button out of frustration. Meanwhile, you grab his belt, yanking his lower half forward. He smirks. “Does anyone know about this side of you but me?”

“Of course not” You say through heavy breathing, trying to stay focused on the task at hand, you can't stay in your head too long.

“For someone so young I wouldn't have imagined you'd have it in you to get up to something like this” He’s provoking you, he wants to see how far you’ll go. Are you his secretary or his patient?

“Stop talking and fuck me” You shoot back. Enough is enough. Hannibal listens, after removing your blouse and sliding the zipper of your pencil skirt down your lips meet his. It's a passionate dance, you both want the control of the other. His hands reach your hair, gently pulling. You moan into his mouth before he moves with you to stand over his desk. Your back hits the table, he lifts you up in a swift motion, both hands on the small of your back.

Sitting on the table now Hannibal gathers your skirt at the top of your thighs and rips down your stockings. Almost completely exposed now, your lips are still pressed together. The initial excitement ends, the appetizer has concluded, and a second course is presented.

Hannibal steps away, reaches down to the pile of papers and books on the floor and grabs the first paper. He gestures for you to stand, you do. He places the paper on the desk and returns to his position behind you.

“If you would be so kind, please write the hours I will be absent from my office tomorrow”

You’re a little confused, but without much hesitation you grab a pen from a cup sitting on his desk and write; 12-3.

“Now I want you to bend over the desk so you’re looking directly at it, get your face very close to the numbers, and read the numbers aloud”

“Um, I don't understand” You reply, shyly.

This is more than unusual considering your previous encounter lasted barely five minutes in total and was a very heated moment sure, but this much foreplay was torture.

“There's nothing to understand, put your elbows on the desk, put your face close to the numbers, and read it aloud.”

You get it now. You place your hands & forearms on the desk, palms down. You try to hide a small smile creeping its way across your face as you say, “twelve to th-” Hannibal cuts you off, smacks you hard across your ass. Surprised, you turn your head to look him in the eye. “Continue” He says quietly. You turn your head back to the page and repeat your words.

“Twelve to three” you say. Anxiously awaiting another slap. But it doesn't come. Hannibal falls over you, and places his hands on either side of yours. His breathing heavy and hitched. You can feel his body against yours, his breath on the side of your neck. A moment passes.

The final course is here.

“Let me take care of you, Mon amour” Hannibal whispered close to your left ear. Arousal building in your core, you press your hips into his, provoking a small grunt from the psychologist. Hannibal stands upright to remove your panties, he curls his fingers around each side of the pantyline to ever so slowly pull them down. Your heartbeat picks up, you swear this is heaven.

Hannibal presses two fingers barely inside of you, a moan escaping your lips, you fully lay down on the desk.

He presses deeper, then pulling them out. The rhythm is evil, but he knows your excitement is peaking. He removes his hand, allowing you to take a deep breath, and wrangles with his belt to free himself.

“You want more doll?”

“Please” you could barely speak.

Hannibal reaches his right hand in front of your mouth, “spit”. You oblige. He coats his cock with your saliva and lines himself up with your soaked entrance. After a moment, slowly entering you, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of him inside of you as he plants his hands on either side of your hips.

“Fuck” you say through a shaky breath, head still flat to the side on the desk. Your eyes press shut, unable to focus on seeing and breathing at the same time anymore.

“You’re doing so well darling, tell me if I should stop”

You nod your head still squinting your eyes shut, realizing now he’s a lot bigger than you'd pictured.

Hannibal sets a painfully slow pace, in and out then in again.

As he quickens he places his hands on either side of yours on the desk.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to releasing alongside him. You can hear him breathing heavier now, the air getting hotter around you both.

“Don’t stop” you say to him, louder than before. It’s almost too much to handle. His pace becomes relentless, every thrust he reaches deeper inside your soul, releasing pure pleasure from you.

Hannibal throws his arms out on the desk to slide everything off of both sides of you. He stops thrusting to turn you around in a swift motion. You notice his complexion, his face red and his hair messy. Jesus you thought.

Hannibal reinserts himself but only to slow down, locking his eyes onto yours.

“Look at me” he says sternly. “Be a good girl and come for me” your eyes shoot open to watch his, face scrunched and flushed, but you don’t care, and he smiles. His thrusts go deeper than before, he’s more passionate while gazing into your eyes.

He supports your back with one hand while planting his other hand on the desk for support. You feel yourself reaching your limit. He wished he could consume all of you, keep you forever in this room. He can’t get enough of hearing you whine, seeing the way your breasts move in your bra as he fucks you in your workplace. “Come on now deerling” Hannibal reassures you. With only hearing his voice again, your climax reaches you. Pleasure spills out from every orifice of your body. Your mouth opens slightly, head rolls back and your hands grip his hair. A grin on his face, Hannibal removes his supporting hand to hold you against him. Your faces up against each other, he kisses you softly on your forehead. Then his lips meet yours as his pace quickens. Now out of energy all together you whine into his mouth, he grunts as he releases into you.

He feels you, taking him in with warmth, your soft walls contracting against his length.

Hannibal pulls himself out of you, the moonlight gently enlightening your face as he moves to the side. You lay on the desk, staring into the ceiling. The sensation between your legs burning with pleasure.

This is euphoria. This is what you’ve been dreaming about.

“You’re too good to me, Mon amour” Hannibal says through breaths. He retrieves your skirt from the ground and begins to dress you, carefully, like he’s dressing a porcelain doll. His touch feels gentle on your tender skin. You sit up, smiling, your hair messy, but yourself satisfied.

“Does this mean my mistake is forgiven, doctor?”

“I suppose so,” he smiles back.

You both laugh.

Maybe this job isn’t so boring after all.

Monday, 8pm sharp. Like clockwork, the door to Hannibal Lecter’s office opens gently, he escorts his final patient of the day out of his room. You open a blank google document swiftly, typing gibberish not wanting to look bored even though you've spent the last two, almost three hours eagerly awaiting the day's end with no more work to be done.

“Please have a pleasant evening, Mr. Kennedy, and remember, the world will not wait up for your lack of movement” Hannibal reassures his patient.

He gestures towards his office for you to enter, holding the door open for you with his left arm outstretched politely. You swallow, sensing frustration from the day he’s had, and stand up from your desk to move into his office.

It's always so dim, the moon shines through the two floor-to-ceiling windows, rain gently falling. The late autumn season is your favourite, but the gloomy weather sets the scene in a less than gracious way.

“Is something unorthodox?” Hannibal asks, easily noticing your wandering eyes.

“Of course not, Dr. Lecter, I've always found your office pleasant” You reply softly. He’s always been an intimidating boss, even without trying. It hasn't been very long since you've begun working for the psychiatrist but you've noticed his interesting methodology and mannerisms.

It's stressful, trying to keep up with his perfectionism. Your desk is a lame attempt at capturing the design of his atmosphere. You’ve mastered avoiding his eyes, but he always finds a way around you. It's been a week since the ‘incident’ and your relationship with Dr. Lecter has changed in an interesting way.

“Please get into the habit of sending me my patient list for the day in advance, I will need to accommodate for absences on my behalf”

“Sorry?”

“I will be stepping out of the office from noon to three tomorrow to accompany a.. friend if you will, in his work for a few hours”

Shit. You totally forgot to add this excursion onto his schedule, as a result you’ve filled that time with appointments already days ago. “I knew I shouldn't have taken this job I'm so fucked” You think to yourself. You’re not really all that interested in finding out how Hannibal will react to a major mistake like this one.

“My apologies Dr. Lecter I must have missed that request, if my memory serves me right you have a few appointments within those hours” You take a deep breath, maybe he’ll understand? You just started this position four weeks ago, you’ll learn….right?

Hannibal takes a deep breath, he moves over behind his desk and begins packing things into a briefcase without saying a word.

“I must admit, I am terribly disappointed in your work ethic” Hannibal calmly yet sternly replies.

“I expect my secretary to be mindful of such reminders, even when the day is estranged”

Instantly your stomach sinks. You could hear a pin drop. You nod your head as your brows furrow. Tears forming in your eyes. You feel your face heating up in embarrassment, dear god when will this moment end.

You avert his gaze before awkwardly speaking through a small cry- “Absolutely, my deepest apologies sir”

Hannibal closes his bag and picks it up off the brown desk.

“I am unsure how to prevent this mistake from reoccurring, but after today I am in no mood to scold someone so harshly. Please stay as late as needed to fix your mistake” Hannibal takes a few steps towards the door as a tear drops down your face, you take a step towards him out of desperation to make things right and win back his approval. “Please” you stutter.

In an instant, Hannibal whips around, his bag hitting your torso, accidentally opening to spill books and papers onto the grey floors.

You gasp, stepping back and looking at Dr. Lecter in his eyes. The look on his face suggests he didn't mean to hit you, but this mess didn't improve his mood either. “I am so sorry I’ll clean this up right away” You spurt out quickly, partly out of fear but you gotta earn some brownie points here for your job’s sake.

Hannibal drops his bag and reaches out to grab your jaw, in an instant he whirls you around and presses you against the door with ease. You don't move, you don't even breathe, you’re just forced to look him in the eye longer than a moment for the first time in days. You notice the shift in energy, his breathing is erratic and deep. Your heart beats so strong you can feel it in your head. His cologne, still strong, coats your senses, rich mahogany, woody undertones with faint hints of orchids and blood.

Hannibal leans into the side of your neck, just above the collarbone, he's so close you can feel his breath lingering. You swallow, attempting to come back to earth, down from this high. This cannot happen…again.

“Now do as you are told, and clean this up”

Yeah it's over.

The tears built up in your eyes fall but they aren't replaced. The tension in your face melts away, you aren't nervous anymore. You know you're the one who will pull the strings tonight, and maybe his hair but who knows. Your eyes locked onto his. The floodgates have opened and there's no closing them. You slowly sink to the floor beneath him, keeping your eyes on his. He raises his chin, takes a deep, subtly shaky breath and ever so slightly tilts his head. He needs to see all of you. This man never falters, he’s always in complete control, yet, you bring out something in him he’s buried so long ago.

On the floor now, you turn on your knees to face away from the man, hands on the cold floor picking up the papers and books neatly, being careful not to dirty them further. You can feel his eyes burning into your backside, you could feel embarrassed but you both crave this. Ever since the incident last week there's been tension, you've been counting down the days until you could feel him inside of you again.

“Stand” he continued. His voice deeper and more dominant than before. You stand, without second thought, books left in a neat pile on the floor under you. Hannibal places a gentle hand on the side of your face, cupping your jaw and slowly sliding his thumb over your lips. He leans in, standing much taller than you. “You said you would refrain from enticing me like this again”

“I couldn't help myself”

Immediately, Hannibal makes quick work of your blouse, actually ripping the bottom button out of frustration. Meanwhile, you grab his belt, yanking his lower half forward. He smirks. “Does anyone know about this side of you but me?”

“Of course not” You say through heavy breathing, trying to stay focused on the task at hand, you can't stay in your head too long.

“For someone so young I wouldn't have imagined you'd have it in you to get up to something like this” He’s provoking you, he wants to see how far you’ll go. Are you his secretary or his patient?

“Stop talking and fuck me” You shoot back. Enough is enough. Hannibal listens, after removing your blouse and sliding the zipper of your pencil skirt down your lips meet his. It's a passionate dance, you both want the control of the other. His hands reach your hair, gently pulling. You moan into his mouth before he moves with you to stand over his desk. Your back hits the table, he lifts you up in a swift motion, both hands on the small of your back.

Sitting on the table now Hannibal gathers your skirt at the top of your thighs and rips down your stockings. Almost completely exposed now, your lips are still pressed together. The initial excitement ends, the appetizer has concluded, and a second course is presented.

Hannibal steps away, reaches down to the pile of papers and books on the floor and grabs the first paper. He gestures for you to stand, you do. He places the paper on the desk and returns to his position behind you.

“If you would be so kind, please write the hours I will be absent from my office tomorrow”

You’re a little confused, but without much hesitation you grab a pen from a cup sitting on his desk and write; 12-3.

“Now I want you to bend over the desk so you’re looking directly at it, get your face very close to the numbers, and read the numbers aloud”

“Um, I don't understand” You reply, shyly.

This is more than unusual considering your previous encounter lasted barely five minutes in total and was a very heated moment sure, but this much foreplay was torture.

“There's nothing to understand, put your elbows on the desk, put your face close to the numbers, and read it aloud.”

You get it now. You place your hands & forearms on the desk, palms down. You try to hide a small smile creeping its way across your face as you say, “twelve to th-” Hannibal cuts you off, smacks you hard across your ass. Surprised, you turn your head to look him in the eye. “Continue” He says quietly. You turn your head back to the page and repeat your words.

“Twelve to three” you say. Anxiously awaiting another slap. But it doesn't come. Hannibal falls over you, and places his hands on either side of yours. His breathing heavy and hitched. You can feel his body against yours, his breath on the side of your neck. A moment passes.

The final course is here.

“Let me take care of you, Mon amour” Hannibal whispered close to your left ear. Arousal building in your core, you press your hips into his, provoking a small grunt from the psychologist. Hannibal stands upright to remove your panties, he curls his fingers around each side of the pantyline to ever so slowly pull them down. Your heartbeat picks up, you swear this is heaven.

Hannibal presses two fingers barely inside of you, a moan escaping your lips, you fully lay down on the desk.

He presses deeper, then pulling them out. The rhythm is evil, but he knows your excitement is peaking. He removes his hand, allowing you to take a deep breath, and wrangles with his belt to free himself.

“You want more doll?”

“Please” you could barely speak.

Hannibal reaches his right hand in front of your mouth, “spit”. You oblige. He coats his cock with your saliva and lines himself up with your soaked entrance. After a moment, slowly entering you, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of him inside of you as he plants his hands on either side of your hips.

“Fuck” you say through a shaky breath, head still flat to the side on the desk. Your eyes press shut, unable to focus on seeing and breathing at the same time anymore.

“You’re doing so well darling, tell me if I should stop”

You nod your head still squinting your eyes shut, realizing now he’s a lot bigger than you'd pictured.

Hannibal sets a painfully slow pace, in and out then in again.

As he quickens he places his hands on either side of yours on the desk.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to releasing alongside him. You can hear him breathing heavier now, the air getting hotter around you both.

“Don’t stop” you say to him, louder than before. It’s almost too much to handle. His pace becomes relentless, every thrust he reaches deeper inside your soul, releasing pure pleasure from you.

Hannibal throws his arms out on the desk to slide everything off of both sides of you. He stops thrusting to turn you around in a swift motion. You notice his complexion, his face red and his hair messy. Jesus you thought.

Hannibal reinserts himself but only to slow down, locking his eyes onto yours.

“Look at me” he says sternly. “Be a good girl and come for me” your eyes shoot open to watch his, face scrunched and flushed, but you don’t care, and he smiles. His thrusts go deeper than before, he’s more passionate while gazing into your eyes.

He supports your back with one hand while planting his other hand on the desk for support. You feel yourself reaching your limit. He wished he could consume all of you, keep you forever in this room. He can’t get enough of hearing you whine, seeing the way your breasts move in your bra as he fucks you in your workplace. “Come on now deerling” Hannibal reassures you. With only hearing his voice again, your climax reaches you. Pleasure spills out from every orifice of your body. Your mouth opens slightly, head rolls back and your hands grip his hair. A grin on his face, Hannibal removes his supporting hand to hold you against him. Your faces up against each other, he kisses you softly on your forehead. Then his lips meet yours as his pace quickens. Now out of energy all together you whine into his mouth, he grunts as he releases into you.

He feels you, taking him in with warmth, your soft walls contracting against his length.

Hannibal pulls himself out of you, the moonlight gently enlightening your face as he moves to the side. You lay on the desk, staring into the ceiling. The sensation between your legs burning with pleasure.

This is euphoria. This is what you’ve been dreaming about.

“You’re too good to me, Mon amour” Hannibal says through breaths. He retrieves your skirt from the ground and begins to dress you, carefully, like he’s dressing a porcelain doll. His touch feels gentle on your tender skin. You sit up, smiling, your hair messy, but yourself satisfied.

“Does this mean my mistake is forgiven, doctor?”

“I suppose so,” he smiles back.

You both laugh.

Maybe this job isn’t so boring after all.