pisceslady !

Another late night meeting was adjourned and you practically fled the conference room. The moon shined through the upper floor windows but that did little to remedy the bad taste in your mouth. It wasn’t your fault that the rest of the scientists on your team were incompetent. An assortment of sycophants that said anything is possible because they were afraid of the boss. Unlike other people, Albert Wesker’s reputation proceeded him in a more bloody sense than others.

You worked twice as hard as they did to receive half of the recognition. With every report you sent away it came back with clear directives from Wesker on what to do differently. Which was amazing, clear communication is phenomenal; however, it was always far more than you anticipated on handling. Yet, somehow, you always delivered. Rolling up your sleeves, making the desired adjustments, recalibrating equipment, running simulations and taking on specimen after specimen until you achieved his near-impossible standards. Only to be burdened with another problem that couldn’t be figured out.

You were data oriented, practical, and no-nonsense which some of the more archaic people on your team did not like coming from a woman.

Speaking out against the scientists on your team was bold but speaking out against Wesker’s orders was unheard of for a subordinate.

You felt your rage building with each thunderous clack of your heels down the polished hallway. Resentment boiled in your stomach, if no one would listen to you, what were you even doing here? It was a colossal waste of time. The lights turned on automatically in each hallway as you entered before switching off behind you: a power saving mode used beyond normal working hours. You needed to go home to relax and put this day behind you. As visions of a warm bath with a glass of wine waiting for you at your quiet apartment brewed in your psyche, your phone dinged in your pants pocket.

Ignored.

You kept walking.

Probably your night shift team.

Perhaps you were fired.

You couldn’t care less at this point.

Let HR work it out in the morning.

Arriving at the elevator you pressed the button for the parking garage. Waiting, sighing, looking at your watch. After a moment you turned on your heel and went to the adjacent hallway to the stairwell.

As you turned the corner the wind was knocked out of you. Barreling through the doors into an empty conference room. A shuddering breath forced itself from you as your brain raced to keep up with the provocation. Leather gloves wrapped around you lab coat lapels. You head slamming into the dark window behind you.

“What the hell was that?” A familiar voice snarled, “Do you honestly think you can avoid me?” In your daze you took in the red eyes now above you.

Your breath left shakily, trying to compose yourself to the best of your ability, “We have to stop meeting like this-“ you began. Wesker’s eyes flashed furiously at your foolish attempt to joke. Letting you fall to the floor.

“I wasn’t avoiding you Dr. Wesker-“ you backtracked to his question. Leaning up from the impact. He was on you immediately. Perhaps being fired wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to you. Perhaps it was being snapped in half, defenestrated, or made into a bloody stain by your bioengineered megalomaniac boss. You hadn’t wanted to entertain that thought until it rose to became the epicenter of your fear response.

Gazing up at him as he towered over you, boots planted on either side of your ribcage. He crouched down, “Let’s not lie to each other.” He spat back immediately.

Your chest heaved. Heartbeat kicking like a jackrabbit trapped in your chest, wanting to flee the beast that bared down on you. His red irises that seemed to glow behind his glasses. The moonlight streaming through the window outside onto his blond hair magnifying his eerie aura. Your fingers clawed at the panes behind you, desperately trying to ground yourself. A gloved hand wrapped dangerously around your neck, “There’s a point where inconveniences will be dealt with. Are you going to be an inconvenience?” Blood roared in your ears. You had to fold, tears beaded at your waterline. The leather cracked as he tightened his grip, demanding an answer.

“Its- It’s not my fault you’re surrounded by sycophants who say what you want to hear,” you begin, “I’ve run through everything they’ve tried to steer you towards and it doesn’t work. They manipulated their conclusions and the data backing them-” Answering around the constriction of your throat.

Wesker’s eyes scanned yours, seeming to relish the fear, how they swam with tears as you tried to steel yourself. Allegedly, composure was of your strong suits; however, you’ve never had to maintain it while a man who is so capable of killing had his hand locked on your throat.

“So you speak to me directly. I’ll be happy to address your concerns one on-“

“Doctor, with all due respect your availability-“

“Not being quiet while I’m talking is your third error today… do you want to keep going?”

You averted his gaze momentarily, focusing on the moon out the window. The blinking lights of the city, the mirrored reflections of the neighboring windows, the lights shutting off in the hallways where you came from. Anything to try to keep from collapsing into fear. “No-”

“What you don’t do,” his frame boxing you against the floor. “Is cause a scene where you question my authority in front of subordinates… perhaps you need a reminder before your ego gets in the way of your better judgement.”

“That’s a rich assessment coming from you.” You counter. Foolishness again as his grip tightened on your throat, the supple leather digging into the tender flesh a final time fore he let go. You turned your head away and coughed. Head spinning, his hand seized your chin and tilted it up to him after your brief recovery.

“There’s only room here for my own ego, sweet girl.” He purred, danger lacing his tone. “You know this, we have worked together for how long? Yet you keep pushing me.” He came down on top of you, his knees now on either side, straddling you in flush against him.

“Is it perhaps… you enjoy me reprimanding you?” His eyes studied you appraisingly, like you’re a butterfly pinned to a board.

“I think you enjoy it as much as I do, doctor.” You lilted your voice so the honorific had a twinge of disrespect. You can see the tent in his pants of of the corner of your eye as you maintained eye contact.

“Albert is fine when we’re alone.” The covered pad of his thumb pressing against your lips, tracing your chin before digging into your pulse point before withdrawing. A shiver ran down your spine at the intimacy of the touch.

A predator and an equally capable prey that crossed paths. A lion and a hyena, trapped. weighing the odds of one another, seeing what sort of symbiosis can be achieved.

Or if one should annihilate the other.

He leaned down and you closed your eyes, expecting a kiss but his lips brushed against your ear. “Are you willing to give yourself to me?” Against the cold of the room from the floor-to-ceiling windows his body radiated warmth like a furnace. Daring you to come closer.

Silence hung in the air. Knowing he expected a vocalized answer. You took the pause weighing his words. “Yes.” Years of bottled desire finally being enabled by their object.

Albert traced a finger over your jawline, "There we go." His canines glint sharply in the low light, eager for a bloody meal.

Tilting your chin up his lips finally found yours. Initially soft, slow, deliberate but that was just the bait for you. The heat rising between you as his tongue traced your lower lip and you acquiesced. The switch came like lightning. Like he wanted to devour you. His mouth was hungry and insistent, tongue sliding against yours with his teeth biting down on your lower lip and swallowing your sugary moans. You kick your heels off and made short work unbuttoning your pants and stripping them down to your ankles.

He traced your body as more of your skin was  revealed to him, fingers landing on your your silky underwear. “Are these for anyone in particular?”

Shaking your head, “Just me.” You answered quietly, lips tingling from the roughness.

Humming, he brought a gloved finger to your mouth. “Suck.” He demanded.

You did as you were told, sucking on the leather. Taking him deeper into your mouth, and he eagerly added a second finger, the warmth of the skin underneath radiating against your tongue. Keeping focused on meeting his red eyes as you wrapped your tongue around his probing fingers. They pressed down on your tongue in an exploratory, measured manner, feeling each soft divot and sharp peak of your canines before pressing down your throat. You moan around the digits as you accept them deeper.

Savoring the way your lips looks against the black of his gloves, he wants to see you stripped down bare and ruined. After a beat he withdraws. Excess drool slipping from a corner of your mouth only for it to open at the sensation of the gloved hand cupping your pussy through your panties.

"You're soaked, is this all from me? Or from your pride?" You met his red gaze, biting your lip.

“You, sir.”

Breath hitching at the gentle caress, his hand dips between your legs to rub your wet entrance with the leather-clad tip of his pointer finger. He pushes it in deep without resistance. Crooking it gently against your walls feeling, pausing, assessing. Before dipping inside again and falling into a steady rhythm.

The tone of his voice dropped into a low whisper against your ear, "I know that you're just so ravenous, so eager to satisfy yourself." Each word punctuated with a thrust as he slips another finger into you, crooking them wickedly. Zeroing in on what made you moan. The desire to see you unravel from his fingers alone his singular motivation. Slowly, his other hand busied itself with unbuttoning your blouse. Albert’s eyes filled with a lovingly potent mixture of lust and control, never leaving yours as your breaths picked up and a small smile qirked his lips. With deft movement his fingertips traced your bra before unhooking it. Left nude, you found it hard not to grope at yourself for his pleasure. Heated eyes consuming you.

“Do you… like them?” You brought your hands up to hold them together, suddenly self-conscious. Black fingertips pinch your nipple, tweaking and tugging gently, making you moan in tandem with his fingers inside you.

“Quite beautiful,” he murmured, free hand palming at one of your breasts over your own. “In fact, they’re better than I imagined,” he answered coolly.

Better than he imagined? The thought cracked through your mind like lightning. The man fisting his cock, heavy breaths, flushed cheeks, thinking of you- your body. Whether it be in the shower, the stream of hot water snaking down his muscled shoulders or sequestered in his office in between meetings to relieve the stress of the day.

“You must have me confused with someone else,” you laugh quietly to yourself. A blush rising to your cheeks again.

“No. I strictly recall you my dear.” Your breasts hang heavy and flawless, soft in his gloved hand as he fondles one.

“Only you,” he says as he sucks your nipple into his mouth, coaxing it with his tongue until it’s hard and you’re squirming in his grasp. You nod your assent, breathless and flushed. You’re staring at him with reverence as his warm hands cup and stroke over the soft swells, tracing possessive patterns on your curves. He comes off of it with a wet pop. Behind his silhouette the lights in the hallways flick on, the night team was here.

Another leather covered finger pressed inside of you, the digits slipping between your pussy lips and caressing you delicately. The sound of your arousal sweetly dripping onto his palm with each crook of his fingers. A moan threatened to come out when he found that sweet spot.

“Don’t keep quiet on my accord, darling. I want to hear how your voice sounds when I’m pleasuring you.”

“But someone might-“

“Might walk in? I thought you liked being the center of attention…are you shy about having one of your subordinates see you with my fingers knuckle-deep in your cunt?” he mused. “Might be good for morale after what you said to them.”

You clenched down at his filthy words, never hearing him curse outside of this single situation. It lit your nerves ablaze with each precise stroke.

“I sincerely hope we get caught.” He purred, breath fanning over your lips. “You’d look so pretty with an embarrassed blush. But I’ll settle for this one for now.” The softness of the leather turned sharp as his palm slapped against your pussy with each thrust. The sensation intense and so sweet you couldn’t help let a moan slip past your lips, irregardless of the steps sounding down the hallway. Your back jolts up the rough conference room carpet, breasts bouncing with each thrust of his fingers.

“Sweet little slut- you want to cum on my fingers, don’t you?” You nod and he squeezes your breast harshly, “Answer me properly.”

“Yes- Albert please-please don’t stop!” Tears roll down your cheeks as he pulls your hips back into place, his thumb pressing against your clit rubbing slow circles over the bud.

“Good. Do you think you deserve to?”

“I-“ You hesitate, most likely not but it feels too good for you to say no. “Yes!”

Albert hums, baring down and continuing to scissor you open. Slick and aching, you clenched around his fingers. His thumb rubbing your clit firmly and building pace. Your mind races on the precipice of release, on the edge of bliss. Before that edge came crashing down you felt a harsh pinch to your clit and a slap to your pussy as Albert withdrew his fingers. A wail rips from your throat before he captures your lips in a soft kiss, silencing you. The lights turn off in the hallway.

“I don’t think you deserve it.” He smirked before bringing his drenched fingers up to his lips. Tongue swirling over his fingers tasting the slick-stained leather. “Too bad what comes out of your mouth is nowhere near as sweet as what comes out of your lips here.”

Hot tears trickled down your face. “I can make adjustments for you, Albert.” You reply meekly with quickened breaths and sexual frustration broiling in your core. It was a raw feeling, the pain mixing with the arousal and pleasure that was swept out from under you. It mixed with a dire need to have him do it again.

“See to it that you do, darling. I’ll reward you properly if I see that.” He stood up taking a seat at the head of the conference table before giving his next order: “Kneel for me.”

As he takes off his gloves and puts them on the table, pale skin emerges from beneath the dark leather. Veins thread beneath the surface in thick blue lines, shifting with each flex. Knuckles pink. The sight feels far too intimate, vulnerable, as he cups your chin up to look at him from between his legs. He unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. Definitely on the longer side with a pretty pink head that had a pearl of precum forming already. You watched him stroke himself a couple of pumps.

“There we go, get it wet darling.”

Doing as you were told, you collected a large amount of spit in your mouth to drool onto his cock. After a moment of consideration, you took him into your mouth. He's heavy on your tongue, warm. The scent of amber and salt filling your senses while you grip his knees to steady yourself as you go a little deeper. You feel the head touch your soft palate, gradually growing accustomed to the feeling. After a moment your nose meets the blond curls of his trimmed happy trail.

“Overachiever,” he breathed, enamored at the sight. Eagerly, after a few good bobs, you pulled away. Drool dribbled from his cock. “Hold them up for me.” He purred. Nodding, you bring both hands around your breasts and brought them up. “Just like that.” Taking ahold of his cock as he leans closer. The leaking head nudging under your breasts before sliding into your cleavage slowly, teasingly.

Your pulse was racing with adrenaline trying to bring your breathing under control. The tip emerged from your cleavage near your throat. Moaning, you spat again down onto the head. Encouraged, Albert began thrusting in earnest, the combined saliva and precome making the passage slick, and moaned himself.

“Lean your head back- let me see your pretty eyes,” he says, and you do. When his gaze trails over you he can see you look like a work of art, your breasts heavy in your hands, spilling between your fingers where you’re holding them up, pressed together nice and tight. Still-watery eyes looking up at him with a reverence. The warmth of his bare hands cover yours as he slips his cock between your slick breasts, rocking his hips slowly. They feel tender enveloping him, impossibly supple and warm. Your blush deepens, surging all the way down from your cheeks to your chest, where he can feel the heat of it around his cock. All the while, he can feel your abandoned  arousal still hot like a live wire. The damp smell of those pretty silky panties from your starved orgasm tempting him.

You make a noise that pulls him away from the thought. It goes straight to the core of him, feeding it like kindling to the flames. The heat of his hands beckon you to arch into his touch. “So perfect for me.” Murmuring almost to himself as he cups your breasts, teasing your nipples with his thumbs. They feel so much better in his bare hands. Holding his gaze, you nod, too flustered to respond verbally, which only drives him. “Smart, beautiful and capable. Besides being a disrespectful brat socially, there’s not a field you don’t excel at it seems.” He thrusts in and out of your tits, his strong hands holding them steady.

As he moves, the tip gets close to your mouth, close enough to where you could lick it. So you do. You tilt your head down and lap at his tip on the upstroke, swirling it in your tongue. The head kissing your lips with every thrust. Lapping his pre with little kitten licks.

”Oh darling...” He groans, his head falling back and coming back forward to see the sight in front of him. The thrusts come a bit faster and you continue to lick and swirl the head while your hands push your breasts together, making the fit tighter. Humming as you focus on laving the underside of the head, hearing him groan each time your tongue came in contact with the sensitive skin.

“Cumming.” He grunts. A second later he paints your face, hitting your lips and cheeks. His seed drips down your face and beading onto your breasts.

Pulling away, he sighs, putting away his cock and zipping up his pants. His red eyes trace over your cum-covered face with a dark, hungry look. He swipes some of his cum off of your cheek with his thumb and presses it to your lips.

”Open.” You suck the cum off of his thumb and he grins wickedly. “Good girl…” After a moment of consideration he stands, “Stay for me.” Leaving you on your knees as he walks from the room.

The door closed behind him.

The silence of the room was deafening.

The carpet dug into your knees accentuating the sore feeling building in them. You looked down, grimacing, the sensation of cum drying on your chest made you shift uncomfortably. What the hell was this? Some sort of sardonic humiliation ritual? The cold from the room became more prominent and encouraged the wave of exhaustion washing over you. Grabbing for your thankfully clean blouse you tugged it over your shoulders. The feelings of the day and now finally catching up to you. Turning your head to the window, the cityscape enveloped you. Focusing on the blinking lights of the skyscrapers and the trails of lights the cars left in their wake. Tears brimmed on your lash line again. You use the heels of your palms to wipe them away. A shuddering breath leaves you. Unsure of how much time passed as you drown in the view of the city.

A warm hand on your shoulder pulls your glassy gaze from the glowing lights.

“Darling?”

“Huh?”

Albert was back, kneeling next to you on the floor, “You didn’t hear me just now? Or when I came in?”

You shook your head, “Sorry I…” you trailed off trying unable to put how you felt into words in the moment. “It’s been a long day,  I’m not sure how to process this.” You move your hands palms out in a circular motion in front of you to gesture at him.

“Understandable.” He took a damp paper towel and gently cleaned your chest and face with delicate strokes. Your heart swelled a little. “My advice would be not to think about it right now, any thinking done this late being this tired can be counterproductive…”

You nodded. “Thank you” pausing as he buttons up your blouse and straightens your lapel. His thumb tilted your chin up, looking for any bruising “No soreness on your neck, correct?”

You shook your head, a small smile forming on your lips, “A little in my throat.”

“That will go away with time.” He offered you a small smile at the compliment. A hand settled around your waist, his warmth guiding you to fall into him. Your head settled on his shoulder. The sweet smell of amber and leather and sweat filling your senses. “You did so well,” he murmured as you nuzzled him, fingers caressing your cheek. “Although, I wasn’t expecting our first time to be exactly… like this.”

“Opportunist.” You pouted. “I had a hard day. If I knew that all I had to do was to be insubordinate to get this treatment…well maybe I should have indulged.” You offer teasingly.

His arms wrapped around you protectively. “Another bit of advice… don’t push me any more than you have to, darling.”

Sighing, you agreed. Albert tilted your chin up and kissed you. You placed your hands on his chest and pulled away, “It’s just that… I feel like you’re so much more tough on me than others.”

“I have to be tough on you. You are my investment.”  A touch fell onto the nape of your neck as he stroked your hair softly. “I hand-picked you to lead this team because of your wit and your will that questions everything, which is critical. Socially, you’re headstrong and defiant which leaves much to be desired…” A minuscule smile qirks is lips. “But I can work around that. You remind me of someone I knew.”

“So…. I take it I’m not fired?”

“No. I don’t fire people. I terminate them.” He chuckled. Ice water flooded your veins momentarily. You don’t think ‘terminate’ meant what it typically means in this context. His hand found yours. “That being said. I expect you to come to me with any concerns. I promise you the most severe reprimand I’ll give you will not end in death. That would be wasteful and darling, I am not wasteful.”

“Understood.” You both sat for the moment, silence hanging in the air before you willed yourself to pull away. “It’s late… I have reports due tomorrow.”

“Delay those, take the day off. Here. Let me walk you to your car,” Albert stood up with you, offering his hand as he gathered his gloves from the table. Walking together from the conference room, he wrapped his arm around you. As you allowed yourself to lean on him your body yearned to rest. “Also,” he pressed the button for the elevator, “please make a list of any personnel you have that fabricated data or anyone who has given you trouble.” You looked up at him and he returned your gaze with a fondness, smiling softly. “I’d be happy to help them come to their senses.”

Who do you think Wesker was talking about near the end? 🤔