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"it's not a shitbox, it's a vintage model." you shot back, leaning against the workbench with your arms crossed, deliberately pouting. you knew exactly what you were doing. you knew the way your crossed arms made you look defiant, and you knew the way you kept shifting your weight, making sure she noticed how little you were actually wearing under your oversized jacket. "and it's not free, it's... an investment in our future."

lara finally dropped the wrench, the metallic clang echoing through the empty garage. she wiped her hands on a rag that was already black with oil and turned to face you. her dark eyes narrowed, tracking the way you rolled your eyes at her. "our future? angel, you don't even have enough in your checking account to cover a coffee."

"then i’ll make it up some other way." you challenged, stepping into her personal space. you could smell her gasoline, burnt rubber, and something warm and uniquely her that made your stomach flip. you tilted your chin up, giving her your best bratty smirk. "unless you're scared you can't handle a client who doesn't play by the rules."

lara's jaw tightened. a slow, dangerous smile spread across her lips the kind of smile that told you the negotiation had just shifted from financial to something far more volatile. "scared? sweetheart, i fix broken things for a living. i think i can handle one spoiled little brat."

before you could retort, she grabbed you by the waist, hauling you onto the grease stained workbench. the cold metal against your thighs made you gasp, but her hands were hot as she started shoving your clothes off. "if you're not paying in cash." she growled, pressing her body flush against yours, the rough fabric of her coveralls scraping against your skin, "then you're paying in service."

she didn't wait for an answer. her mouth crashed against yours, tasting of salt and adrenaline. it wasn't a gentle kiss. it was a claim. her tongue swept through your mouth with a dominance that made your knees weak, forcing you to cling to her shoulders just to stay upright. you tried to maintain your defiant front, nipping at her lower lip to show you weren't submitting easily, but she simply groaned into the kiss, her hands sliding down to squeeze your ass hard enough to leave marks.

"still got that attitude, huh?" she growled, her hips pausing just shy of full penetration. the fullness of her cock stretching you open was overwhelming a blunt, unrelenting force that made your hips buck involuntarily. you could feel every ridge of her, the way she filled you so completely that there seemed to be no room left for air.

"never." you gasped out, your eyes watering from the sheer intensity of the stretch. you tried to twist away, playing the part of the brat who wouldn't be tamed, but the friction was already sending sparks through your brain.

lara let out a dark chuckle that vibrated against your chest. "wrong answer, angel."

she drove forward, burying herself to the hilt with one devastating thrust that knocked the breath from your lungs. you cried out, your back arching off the workbench as you felt her hit your cervix. the sensation was primal raw and unpolished, exactly like the garage surrounding you. she didn't give you time to recover before she started a punishing rhythm, each thrust heavy and deliberate, designed to claim every inch of your internal space.

the sounds of the garage the distant drip of water, the hum of the refrigerator in the corner faded away, replaced by the wet, rhythmic slap of her pelvis against yours and your own increasingly desperate whimpers. every time you tried to bite your lip to stifle a moan, to maintain some shred of your defiant persona, she would catch your chin with her grease stained fingers, forcing you to look at her.

"look at me while i fuck you senseless." she commanded, her voice dropping to a rough register that made your insides clench. "i want to see exactly when you stop fighting me."

the friction was becoming unbearable in the best way possible. you could feel the heat building between your thighs, a coiled spring of tension that threatened to snap. lara noticed too. she could feel your walls spasming around her, milking her with every thrust. she shifted her grip, one hand sliding down to find your clit, her callused thumb working against you with merciless precision.

"oh god lara." you sobbed, your legs wrapping around her waist to pull her even deeper. your resistance was crumbling, replaced by a desperate, needy hunger. the oil from her hands smeared across your hips, the grit of it a constant reminder of where you were and who she was.

just as you felt yourself spiraling toward the precipice your toes curling and your vision darkening she abruptly withdrew, leaving you gaping and aching. "hold on, angel." she murmured against your pulse point, watching with predatory satisfaction as you squirmed beneath her. "you haven't paid off the full balance yet."

she hooked your knees over her shoulders, opening you up completely, giving her full access to the sensitive depths of you. the angle was devastating. each thrust felt like it was rearranging your insides, driving you closer to madness.

"please." you begged, the word slipping out before you could stop it. your pride was long gone, dissolved by the relentless pleasure she was forcing upon you. "lara, please, i can't."

"can't what?" she taunted, though her own breathing was ragged, her composure visibly fraying. "can't take it? you can take it."

"please, fuck."

"say it properly." she demanded, grinding her hips in a slow, torturous circle that made you cry out in frustration. "tell me what you want."

"i want you! please, just let me cum!" you whimpered, your body convulsing as the first wave of climax finally broke over you.

the orgasm was violent, a full body seizure that left you sobbing into the crook of her neck. your walls clamped down on her in desperate, rhythmic pulses, and she let out a guttural groan, losing her own control as she drove into you one last time, filling you with her heat.

as the world slowly stopped spinning, you slumped against her, your muscles twitching with residual tremors. the harsh fluorescent light above seemed too bright now, the silence of the garage heavy between you. lara didn't pull away immediately. instead, she collapsed against you, her forehead resting against yours, her breathing gradually slowing. the roughness had drained out of her, replaced by something almost tender as she pulled you into a tight embrace, her grease stained hands now stroking your hair with surprising gentleness.

"there we go." she murmured, her lips brushing your damp forehead. "good girl. now maybe i'll consider giving you a discount on the next oil change."

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A/N

ouuu i’m HUNGRYYYY today

“look at you.." she hissed against the shell of your ear, her voice dripping with that same cold authority she used during board meetings when she tore your reports to shreds. "pathetic. can't even hold yourself together while i'm doing this to you."

you couldn't even respond. you could only whimper as she drove deeper, the fullness of her stretching you to the absolute limit. the sensation of her cock filling you was overwhelming. it was a physical manifestation of her dominance, a reminder that in this office she owned every inch of you.

it wasn't always like this. for six months, you had walked into the laforteza tower with your head down, bracing for the inevitable venom. sophia was a titan of industry, but to you, she was a tormentor. she would call you into her office just to criticize the font size on a memo you'd spent hours perfecting, her dark eyes scanning you with a disdain that felt personal. she singled you out, berating your minor mistakes with a ferocity that left your hands shaking, all while the other executives watched in stunned silence. you had spent countless nights crying into your pillow, wondering what unforgivable sin you had committed to earn her hatred.

but as she increased the pace, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the silent penthouse, you realized the hatred had been a thin veil for something far more predatory. "cry for me." she commanded, her hips snapping forward with increasing violence. "i want to see those pretty eyes well up. i want to see you break."

your first sob broke free when she deliberately slowed down, withdrawing almost entirely before plunging back in with devastating force. the sudden change in pressure made your stomach muscles spasm around the intrusion. you felt exposed, raw, and utterly consumed by her.

the memory of the confrontation earlier that evening flashed through your mind the way you had finally snapped, screaming that you couldn't take her cruelty anymore, only for her to pin you against her desk and reveal that her cruelty was simply the only way she knew how to handle the hunger she felt whenever you walked into a room. she didn't want to fire you. she wanted to dismantle you.

"you're so fucking responsive." sophia groaned, her composure finally cracking. the cold ceo persona was melting into something primal, something desperate. "every time i yell at you, i'm imagining you like this. trembling. needing me to punish you."

she began to edge you with cruel precision. just as you felt yourself spiraling toward the precipice, your hips bucking involuntarily against her, she would abruptly stop, grinding the tip of the toy against your clit without giving you the release you craved.

“not yet." she whispered, a dark smirk playing on her lips as she watched your face contort in frustration. "you don't get to cum until i say you're done being difficult."

the torment was exquisite. the buildup of tension in your lower belly was agonizing, a coiled spring of need that made every nerve ending scream. you felt the bulge of her inside you shift as she repositioned herself, deliberately seeking out that spot that made you lose control. your tears were flowing freely now, hot tracks down your flushed cheeks, exactly as she had demanded. the vulnerability of it the way you felt stripped bare not just physically but emotionally was overwhelming.

finally, when she saw you couldn't take another second of the restraint, she let loose. she drove into you with a punishing rhythm, her thrusts shallow and rapid, sending waves of electricity through your spine. you moaned her name as your orgasm tore through you, your body convulsing around the toy as you climaxed in a desperate, shaking heap.

but the moment the climax passed, the cruelty evaporated. as you slumped forward, sobbing and spent, the harsh grip on your hips softened into something tender. sophia pulled you back against her chest, her arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. "shh, i've got you." she murmured, pressing soft, reverent kisses to your wet cheeks. "good girl. you did so well for me. such a good, beautiful girl." the transformation was jarring the woman who had spent months tearing you down was now holding you like you were the most precious thing she had ever touched, praising your body with the same intensity she once used to condemn your work.

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first time writing smut in 9 months how we feeling