Hroo

Fresh into the pleasantly quiet town of Wrenwood, you find yourself in urgent need of a job. The move had been sudden, and while the town itself felt almost storybook-perfect—with its tree-lined streets, tidy storefronts, and an air of calm that seemed to settle into your bones—it didn’t change the reality that your savings were running thin.

New to the quiet and pleasant town of Wrenwood, you find yourself in a desperate search for a job. The sudden move had been rather abrupt and while the town seemed almost picture-perfect on the outside, it didn’t change the fact that your savings were running thin.

Your resume wasn’t too much to brag about either. Apart from the basic high school diploma and the occasional part-time job and a scattering of skills, it only had the bare minimum thanks to the nights you mostly spent binging shows instead of doing homework.

After having moved most of your boxes into your new apartment, you spent a few days exploring the town getting a good feel for where everything was, looking at different signs for hire and refreshing job listings on your computer when you arrived back home for anything that could be easy and cover your climbing bills.

That's when you found it.

A recently posted opening for a secretary position at the Rhodes Hill Clinic working under a Dr. Victor Gideon. The listing was rather brief, just the basic scheduling, organizing and patient coordination. The clinic wasn’t too far from your place either, just a simple twenty-minute drive away, so you wouldn’t have to wake super early for it. It seemed like fate was finally bestowing you some luck, so you immediately rushed to send in your application and just hoped for the best though you half expected knew you’d probably wouldn’t get a response.

So it came as a shock that it only took about a day or two of silence until you received your acceptance. You could hardly imagine it! No interview process either or endlessly waiting, just a simple confirmation that the position was yours. If you wanted it.

And so you did.

The excitement hit you all at once. This wasn’t just some temporary job that felt so official. A secretary. Hey just like that one movie. You felt a major sense of relief settle in. Though it almost felt a little too quick, you quickly dispelled that thought of doubt. This would be your fresh start. Rhodes Hill clinic would be your fresh start.

If you could slap your past self you would.

It had been a few weeks since you started your new position as a secretary at Rhodes Hill Clinic, and by now the initial excitement had worn off, replaced by a mundane routine cycling between classes and work.

The whole clinic itself had taken a lot of time to get used to. It was far larger than you had first imagined from the outside. The layout seemed like a maze, sterile hallways that reeked of dried blood of the past patients who were clawing at staff and something almost metallic. Identical doors that had you questioning reality. Along with softly buzzing fluorescent lights that gave headaches when stared at for too long. In your first days you were constantly second guessing yourself.

Thanks to all the rules, you have made plenty of mistakes. Nobody had outright scolded you for them and for that you were relieved. It saves you some embarrassment at least.

Then there was the staff themselves.

Skittish was the only word you found yourself describing them. Conversations were short and brief even when you tried to make some small talk for some company to pass the time. It almost seemed like someone ordered them to avoid you at all costs.

It felt isolating. Most days you will be under the watchful guidance of Dr. Gideon. Who really was the only person you spoke to during work hours?

It was never the layout or staff that bothered you. It was always him.

For starters, when you first arrived you had expected something more conventional. Yet if the unconventional was embodied as a person, it would look exactly like him. His height made him rather impossible to ignore. He loomed without much effort, his presence filling every space he occupied. You knew when he walked into a room given the thundering footsteps. Standing near him always had you rather flustered since you always felt like the object of his scrutiny.

And you were.

He didn’t know exactly what about you drew him in so irrevocably. It was never just one thing he could properly put his finger on. Perhaps it was the way you gently bit your lip when you focused or the rhythmic rotation of your pen between thumb and forefinger when your mind wandered or maybe how you tucked your hair behind your ear when in conversation he noted every detail with clinical precision.

He would watch you through the cameras of the clinic, always following your every move when you walked down hallways. Each click of your footsteps against the linoleum floors had him hypnotized. Like a snake and its snake charmer. No it was nothing casual, it bordered on manic obsession.

In his mind he tried to justify it as just concern for your safety. After all, you were prone to more accidents but he knew that was merely an excuse, and when there was nothing left to observe and watch the silence was agonizing.

Until one fateful day, the careful distance he maintained fractured.

You were talking to Gideon in his office. The scent of antiseptic and old worn carpet lingered in the air, invading your senses, but at this point you were already used to it.

Of course, he wasn’t listening, only giving small nods and hums of approval when you spoke about the scheduling. His mind lingered elsewhere. He watched each subtle twitch and habit of yours like it was his favorite pass time. It was after all. He would much rather have you at his desk begging for release and clawing at his back in ecstasy, but he was a patient man after all.

Suddenly, a hesitant knock came at the office door light and, rather unsure, a younger doctor entered slightly hunched in posture, his tie slightly askew and radiating nervousness while you and Gideon paused in conversation. You turned your chair over to face the young doctor.

He cleared his throat, eyes flicking briefly toward Gideon before settling onto him.

“Y/N? Hey, um… sorry if this is kinda sudden,” he began, his voice catching just enough to betray him, “but I was just curious if you were free today. Maybe… you could join me for some dinner?”

His words came out in a rush at the end, as if he knew if he hadn’t gotten it out quickly, he would have backed out at the last moment, and it was clear he had worked very hard to gain the courage to approach you.

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard, your fingers tightening slightly around the clipboard. Better than an email, you thought, a small, amused flicker passing through you.

But then there was something else. Eyes burning into the back of your head. Heavy without needing you to look to feel it. Gideon had not moved yet. The surrounding air had shifted into something. Akin to anger.

Unease prickled at the back of your neck, though you couldn’t quite see why. Still, your gaze returned to the young doctor the way he stood there, hopeful and terrified. All in one mess of emotion, your resolve crumbled.

“Sure,” you sighed and nodded with a polite smile across your lips. “Come pick me up at seven after work. See you then.”

The younger doctor's whole face instantly melted away from fear to utter joy as he would nod unrestrained and excited.

’Re-really?! Okay! Yeah, yeah I will!”

He left rather quickly, almost tripping over his untied shoelace as he closed the door, which you couldn’t help but laugh at how adorably geeky this doctor was. You turned back to Gideon and cleared your throat.

“Sorry, sir, uhm…” you spoke hands nearly in your lap until you suddenly realized that he wasn’t looking at you. His gaze was still on the door on which the doctor had left. You had almost forgotten he was there from how quiet he was.

The awkward silence stretched across the room until he stood, snapping you out of your thoughts as he circled around the desk and spoke each footstep pressing against the wood floor. Pacing was a habit of his even if he wouldn’t admit it.

“So.. a date.. will this affect the integrity of your work.. I can’t have you being distracted when you're a crucial part of..” *he paused as if catching himself from spilling too much as he would clear his throat.. “Your work is important in keeping balance.”

“No sir.. I mean it’s nothing serious, just a nice hang out..”

“That’s how it can initially start, yes.. but you don’t know his intentions..”

“Sir.. with all do respect.. I am a grown woman who can make her own decisions..”

He paused. That seems to have struck a nerve within him. He now stood right behind you, your heart pounding like a rapid beating drum in your chest, slightly cursing yourself internally for letting that slip. You were already internally kissing your career goodbye when you suddenly felt a cold hand reach and grasp your shoulder. His hand.

“You're not going to that date.” He spoke like it was the utmost truth. You felt a chill go down your spine and straight to your core while his hand began to travel beneath the buttons of your blouse and caressing the warmth of your collarbone beneath the pads of his fingers..

“Sir-?”

“Shhh.. shh.. don’t think.. don’t speak.. just be..” he whispered feeling the slight brush of his forked tongue against your ear had you abandoning all rational thought of decency. All the months of stressing over bills and work and collage had you unraveling like a woven doll under his ministrations.

His touch was delicate yet possessive like he was already tracing a prized jew that he had been already well acquainted with. His other hand comes to grasp at your neck titling your head up to give himself better access as he kissed and gently nipped along your neck each press of skin having your mind in a daze

until it was snapped back to reality when he would give a rough bite to the sweet spot of your neck sinking in deep with his gold plated teeth leaving a sizable bruise behind so that everyone knew you truly belonged to him.

He could barely restrain himself. All the weeks of watching waiting dreaming of this moment of finally indulging in the sin had him almost hesitant. He was well aware that you were fragile like a porcelain vase. He would be a gentleman for now.

His hands come around your waist as he lifts you out of the chair with ease like you were just a feather and onto the desk your thighs apart with him standing in between the thick bulge in his pants impossible to ignore while he would unbutton more of your blouse his breath catching in his throat at the sight of your undergarments..

He let out almost an amused chuckle at the sight.. lace. He likes to imagine you wore this just so he would unwrap you. It did not go unappreciated while he gently unhooked the clasps to your bra and began to lavish your breasts while your head tilted back in a needy moan.

Your head was spinning from how easily he manhandled you which had your fold soaked with desire from just thinking about it.

Though you weren’t given too much time to think while he was suckling and pinching at your breast that bordered on reverence.

“You come undone so beautifully for me..”

He palmed and rolled the delicate bud of your left one while he swirled and sucked at the right one each sound erotic and lustful in its display of worship.

Gasps escaped your lips while your hips bucked and grinded against him silently begging for more for him to just sink himself into your drenched folds. A part of him reveled in the fact that he could turn you from a poised and organized secretary to a creature of begging and whining. He was going to make sure that you truly couldn’t make it to this little date of yours.

His mouth came back up to kiss along your collarbone and up to your jaw pressing each tender kiss in reverence your face heated up rapidly and you could feel the smile across his lips on your skin feeling the warmth bloom beneath his touch while his large and dry hands would trail down to your waist and beneath the fabric of your pants sliding across the growing heat of your folds.

“Oh.. so wet for me already.. you’ve been thinking about this haven’t you..”

he would coo while a thick finger would slide between your soaked folds brushing against your sensitive clit and filling you almost instantly as he pumped his finger rhythmically while your back arched into his touch and a shuddered moan escaped your lips.

You pressed your thighs together, the soft flesh rubbing against his palm in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each movement sending waves of heat through your core. His fingers, rough and dry, would plunge deeper as if seeking that most tender spot. He was going to make sure you remember this. During work, as he passed by, each brush of skin would have you remember this moment. His free hand kept your thighs apart from the relentless stretch. You couldn’t help but wonder what his full length would feel like. This privilege, however, was going to be granted once he knew that he was fully capable of handling him.

Your stomach twisted like a storm, the coil tightening with each brush of his fingers, your muscles convulsing as if caught in a tide you couldn’t escape from and all you could feel was his looming frame encapsulating you. He could feel your inner walls flutter around his fingers as he would lean in and give a slow, tentative lick with his forked tongue across the side of his face tasting the sweet sweat of your skin.

With a loud wanton moan, you hit your climax with a final punctuating thrust of his fingers. Sudden, blinding, and all-consuming. Your thighs quivered, your breath hitched, and you felt every inch of his touch as if it were etched into your skin. He paused, his fingers still embedded in your core, and you stared into his eyes, your vision blurred as you slowly came to focus. Coming down from the dazed high, you exhaled softly, catching your lost breath, your eyes meeting his as he would let out a light chuckle at the sight of you utterly spent and breathless before him.