#ceo!wanda

She was in her office when you entered—hair tied back, red sweater sleeves pushed up, eyes fixed on the screen. You didn’t say a word. Just set the folder down in front of her.

She glances briefly at the file only briefly, "What's this? Im kind of busy. Can it wait-?"

"Just read it."

She hesitated, then flipped open the folder. Pages and charts and highlights stared back at her. She skimmed the first few, brows furrowing, before glancing up.

“Okay… these are company reports. So?”

You stepped closer, circling around the desk to stand beside her. The smell of her perfume hit you—familiar, grounding, almost enough to undo you right there. You leaned in, finger dragging over the pages, flipping them as you explain everything to her.

After explaining, she removes her glasses, looking up at you. "Yes, I am aware of this, I have meetings just to go over this kind of information."

You swallowed hard, your hand resting on the corner of her desk.

"Everything's better," you said softly. "your numbers, your clients, your sales. You're doing well, Wanda. So whatever you've been doing lately, it's really working for you."

Your voice cracked on you. Wanda finally turned to you, expression softening as she caught the tremor in your hands, the way your thumb rubbed at the small pendant hanging around your neck, the one she'd given on your first anniversary.

"Sweetheart," she murmured, rising slowly. "Is something on your mind?"

You hate how the room blurs so quick.

“I just… I realized you’re doing better without me,” you whispered. “That everything got better when you stopped… being with me."

Your words broke halfway through. The tears you’d been holding back spilled freely now, your shoulders shaking as you tried to cover your face.

Wanda’s chair scraped back, and before you could move away, her hands were on yours—warm, grounding.

“Hey, hey,” she said softly, stepping closer. “Is that what this is all about?”

You nodded, eyes squeezed shut, unable to meet her gaze.

Wanda exhaled, slow and heavy. Then she pulled you against her chest, her chin resting atop your head. You could feel her heartbeat against your ear, steady and familiar.

“You think I’m working hard because I want to get away from you?” she whispered. “Oh, detka…”

Her tone cracked then, gentle but aching. She pulled back just enough to cup your cheek, brushing away the tears with her thumb.

“I should’ve told you sooner.”

Taking your hand, she led you to her desk. She opened the bottom drawer—the one she always kept locked. Inside were three small velvet boxes, neatly lined up.

You blinked. She picked one up, opening it slowly to reveal a delicate ring—platinum, simple, beautiful. Then she opened the next: a gold one with small red stones. The third, silver with a twisting band that looked handmade.

“I’ve been saving,” she said quietly. “Every late night, every client call, every weekend I didn’t spend with you—it’s all been for this. I’ve been trying to find the perfect ring for you. But I couldn’t decide. I bought one, then another, then another, second-guessing what you’d truly love. I was going to surprise you.”

Your lips trembled.

“You… you were planning to propose?”

Wanda smiled softly, eyes glassy.

“I am planning to propose."

She slipped one of the rings from its box and held it out—not to place on your finger just yet, but to show you, to share the moment. Her other hand rose to cup your face again, pulling you into her.

The kiss that followed wasn’t desperate or rushed—it was slow, trembling, real. The kind that tasted of apology and promise.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were smiling through the remnants of tears.

“You really thought I’d ever do better without you?” Wanda whispered against your temple. "The only reason why I've been cooped up in this god forsaken hell is because of you. You've motivated me, pushed me to work so hard to afford something forever with you. The last thing on my mind is leaving you, and I am so deeply sorry that it's ever reached a moment you've had to think that."

Your breath hitched, her words sinking in so fast it almost hurt. The tension that had been strangling your chest began to crumble, leaving you standing there with shaking hands and glassy eyes.

Her thumb brushed another tear from your cheek before she pressed a soft kiss to the spot it had been. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet her gaze just yet—you were too afraid you’d fall apart completely if you did.

“Wanda…” you breathed, voice barely there.

She hummed in response, arms tightening around your waist as if she could hold the guilt right out of you.

“I should’ve told you sooner,” she murmured. “About the late nights, the meetings, all of it. I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted it to be perfect.”

You finally looked up at her, eyes flicking between hers, searching for the truth you’d missed this whole time. She smiled faintly through the exhaustion, then reached past you toward the drawer she’d left open earlier.

From inside, she pulled out the small velvet boxes again, this time opening one to reveal a simple, elegant band—your style to the last detail.

“I kept changing my mind,” she said softly. “Every design felt wrong. Too plain, too much, too little… nothing felt like you. So I kept working. Kept saving. Until I could get it right.”

You stared at it, chest aching, heart twisting in every direction at once.

“You’ve been doing all of this… for us,” you said quietly, guilt heavy in your throat.

“For you,” she corrected, cupping your jaw. “For the life I want with you.”

That broke whatever composure you had left. You let out a small, uneven sob, and she pulled you against her again—warm, solid, and real. The kind of hug that said you’re safe now.

Her lips brushed the top of your head.

“You’re my reason, detka. Not my distraction.”

Wanda Maximoff was a meticulous businesswoman. She was known for never cutting corners, even if it would lead to higher profits, even if everyone else was doing it. No, she’d never let Maximoff Industries stoop to the level of its competitors, not even if it made her life easier.

That was why she’d called you to her office after hours today. Your performance lately has been… less than ideal. You’ve been forgetting important tasks, delegating them to your coworkers, who, though good-natured and willing, simply can’t keep up with both their workload and yours. You’ve honestly been quite a difficult employee for Wanda to deal with, but before making a decision on whether you were to stay on at Maximoff Industries, she’d decided to call you in. Just for a chat, she’d said.

When you step into her office, all floor-to-ceiling windows that reveal the deep blue of the city evening, you swallow nervously. Wanda is sitting at her desk, hands folded neatly, and her eyes look you up and down, sizing you up like a predator, before settling on your face.

“Take a seat.” Wanda’s voice is a soft rasp, and the sound makes you shiver. 

It’s not every day the CEO of the entire corporation requests your presence in her office long after everyone else has already gone home. You don’t even think you’ve been on this floor before, let alone face-to-face with the woman whose face was published in magazines and articles, who had such an intense stare you felt like you might melt into the floor.

You heed her command, gingerly walking towards the empty seat on the opposite side of her own. Her desk is a deep black, polished so hard you can see your reflection in it, and completely empty save for the brass nameplate that reads Wanda Maximoff and then below in smaller letters: Chief Executive Officer & Managing Director.

You swallow nervously and sit. If you weren’t nervous in the elevator – all forty floors had filled you with dread – you definitely were now. You’re silent as you hesitantly take in your boss, trying to avoid her gaze. 

She’s wearing a black blazer, something oversized that would look childish on anyone but her, and a heavy watch on her wrist that looks like it costs more than your car. Your eyes trail up her shirt, suddenly meeting her gaze, and you look away as if burned. Wanda smiles, though not kindly.

“So,” Wanda starts, her voice low and confident. You suppress a shiver as her fingers tap her desk absently. “I assume you’re wondering why I’ve called you here, especially at this time.”

You nod meekly. Before you can ask why, Wanda’s rounding the desk in long strides that make her heels click loudly against the tile floor. She’s standing behind your seat now, her presence doing the opposite of soothing your thumping heart.

“Your coworkers, and, well, myself included, have had some concerns about your ability to work effectively as of late,” Wanda muses. Her hand slips to your shoulder, the touch making you jolt, and if she notices, she pretends not to.

“I-I’m so sorry, Ms Maximoff,” you hurriedly whisper, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. “I’ve just been… um, busy.”

“And what, pray tell, could be taking up most of your time? It certainly can’t be your job, with how sloppy your work has been.” Her voice makes your throat tighten when you swallow. The hand clamped on your shoulder moves to your back, resting between your shoulder blades in a way that should feel comforting but isn’t.

Wanda leans down, as though talking to a child and not a woman in her employ. Your ears prickle with the softness of her breath. “Do you want me to tell you what I think, pet?” 

The word should make you recoil. This is your boss, after all. Instead you find yourself nodding wordlessly. Wanda smiles, something sharp and cruel.

“I think,” she murmurs, her voice now a low rasp, “that you just need to learn how to concentrate.”

Wanda grasps the back of your chair, and then suddenly you’re coaxed out of your seat, forced to stand. You quickly pull down on the hem of your skirt, it having ridden up as you sat, and Wanda hums.

“Lean on the desk for me,” she says, casually, almost conversationally.

You gawp at her. Her gaze hardens.

“Now.” Her voice is steel, and you gasp softly, the command trembling through you.

You lean on her desk, a little awkwardly, and Wanda sighs. “Must I do everything?” and then a firm hand pushes down on your shoulders until your chest is pressed to the gleaming surface. Your knees are gingerly pressed together in this position, your hips almost at a ninety degree angle, and your face burns with something dangerous, heart beating in your throat.

Your skirt has ridden up a little with the position, something Wanda notices immediately. The coldness of her rings briefly brush against the boundary of skin between your skirt hem and the tops of your stockings. You shiver. Wanda smiles.

Then the cool air of the office is suddenly hitting your backside, Wanda pulling your skirt up over your ass in one swift, unbothered movement. You can’t hold back the little gasp from your throat. “M-Ms Maximoff, what are–”

“Do you know why I run such a tight ship, pet?” Wanda interrupts, like her hand isn’t stroking the smooth skin of your ass. You shake your head as best you can while bent against her desk. Her finger catches onto your underwear, examining it with a hum. “Because I like being in control. I like it, and I’m good at it. Those are the ingredients to being a successful businesswoman.”

Her fingers pinch, groping at your ass until your legs buckle. “I’m going to teach you how to concentrate, and you are going to count each one. Does that sound fair?”

You nod, though your throat trembles with desperation. A particularly cruel pinch at your thighs, already betraying Wanda’s temper, and you startle, remembering your words. “Y-yes, Ms Maximoff, it’s very fair.”

Wanda hums.

Then a hand comes down onto your ass, so harsh you feel the imprint of her rings, and you cry out in surprise. The sound makes your boss coo, almost mocking, and you try not to squirm.

“O-one…” you stammer clumsily.

Another slap to your other cheek, leaving your skin stinging in its wake. Your legs kick out in surprise, but Wanda’s standing right behind you, keeping you pinned down.

“Two, oh, please, Ms Maximoff, I’m sorry…”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, sweetheart,” Wanda says, delighted. She slaps you again, right over the last one that hadn’t had time to dull, and tears spring to your eyes.

“Three!” you bark out, almost a sob. If your brain was less foggy with both pain and arousal, you could almost swear you feel her fingertips straying to your underwear for a moment before pulling away.

She makes you count until twenty, each slap making you dizzier than the last. Your cheeks are stinging with the force of her spanks, like a fuse lit under your skin. 

“There,” Wanda says, her voice an octave lower, almost soothing if you didn’t know her any better, but it’s gone in an instant. Her hand is stroking right where it smarts the most, and you swallow down a sob. “What do we say after a punishment?”

It takes a moment for your mind to grope for the right words. “Thank you, Ms Maximoff.”

“You’re welcome,” Wanda’s voice betrays just how pleased she is. “What a good pet you are, thanking your superior. We may make a useful employee of you yet.”

Without any complicated thoughts fogging your mind, you can’t help but notice the way your body has reacted to her touch, almost instinctual. Your underwear is sticking to your cunt, almost translucent with arousal.

You swallow. Wanda makes a little pleased sound. Oh, she’s definitely noticed.

“Did that turn you on, being punished over my desk?” she asks, though with the pleased curl in her voice, it’s most likely rhetorical. “Being bent over like a cheap whore in that short skirt of yours,” your skirt is the same length as everyone else's, but you moan anyway, “like you’re being paid to look pretty?”

She bends over, head close to your shoulder, voice hot in your ear. Her fingers press against your weeping cunt over the flimsy fabric, and you wish she’d just pull them down. “Answer me or I’m adding twenty more, and this time I won’t be so nice.”

“Yes!” you yelp. “I- yes, Ms Maximoff, it… it felt good.”

A long, throaty moan rumbles from Wanda’s throat, almost startling you with its unabashed arousal. “You have no idea,” she starts, lips just barely brushing your ear, “just how long I’ve wanted to do this. Do you think you were hired because of how clever you are, pet?”

You pant against the desk, arousal flaring in your stomach. Her fingertips rub slow, deliberate circles against your core, and even through your panties you’re clenching around nothing. With a painted nail, she hooks your panties, pulling them down past the ache of your ass, and they slide down your stockinged legs until they hit the floor with a damp thud.

There’s nothing between your weeping cunt and her touch now. A knuckle brushes against your entrance, testing your sensitivity, and your thighs twitch. “Oh,” you moan softly, almost muffled entirely by the surface of the desk, and Wanda almost purrs, a mean little sound.

“Maybe I should just keep you in my office all day.” Her fingers gather your arousal like lubricant, spreading it between your legs until she’s satisfied, and then two fingers push into you like they’re splitting you apart. Pain immediately gives way to pleasure, and you’re scrambling to grasp at something, but her desk is bare and you find no purchase. The angle allows for her to go deeper than you’ve ever taken anything, until you feel her cold rings bump against your entrance.

“M-Ms Maximoff!” you choke out, nails digging into the cool, black surface. Another moan bubbles from your throat when she curls her fingers just right, and then she’s pulling back out.

“Taking me like a good whore,” Wanda rasps, arousal evident in the slur of her words. 

Her wrist twists, and then she’s fucking you slow and deep on her hand, fingers disappearing back inside your tight, wet heat. Every time her fingers reach as deep as possible, her rings bump against your clit, the cold sensation making your knees weak, and it’s like Wanda notices, because she kisses your ear any time you clench around her.

She fucks you with a slow rhythm, almost lazily with her strokes, and you whimper whenever her fingers leave you, though its never for long. Her fingers are deft, pushing against a dizzying spot whenever they’re buried up to the knuckle, and with the coolness of her ring against your clit, you can almost feel your heartbeat thrumming away in your cunt, heat spreading down to your thighs.

“You’re dripping down my wrist,” Wanda says, a mix of surprise and barely restrained awe in her voice, fingers picking up the pace. “All over my nice watch, pet. Did you let all of your bosses fuck you like this, or am I special?”

Your head spins. Every time her fingers curl, you lose your train of thought, words melting on your tongue like spun sugar. “N-n-no, Miss…” You’re interrupted by your own gasping moan, foreign to your ears, as Wanda scissors her fingers inside you, chasing the thrum of your pulse against your walls. “Ms Ma– oh, please, Ms Maximoff,” you beg between little gasps, warmth swelling in your stomach. You feel like you might burst.

“Are you going to cum?” Wanda asks softly, lips barely brushing against your skin, and you nod as best you can. Your hair is stuck to your forehead, cheeks hot with exertion, and you’re almost sure you’re drooling down your chin, but you can’t bring yourself to care. 

Wanda smiles, and then, only then, do her cruel fingers finally nudge at your clit, the swollen bud almost throbbing at the attention, and it’s too much, too much attention. You gasp, a moan broken in your throat before it can escape, and then your pleasure comes to a head like breaking the surface of a pool of water. 

The world is hazy, your head feels like it’s full of cotton, and Wanda fucks you through your orgasm as the pleasure seizes your limbs, washing over you once, twice, and then you’re slack, cheek pressed to her desk, tears on the ends of your lashes. Wanda murmurs softly against your skin, one last curl of her fingers, and then she’s pulling out, leaving a wet trail of arousal on your thigh.

She allows you to catch your breath, pushing herself off the desk, though you’re still limp and panting for air by the time she’s standing behind you again. She nudges your legs apart with her foot, and you allow her to maneuver you like a doll. Your panties are collected with deft fingers, then swallowed into the pocket of her blazer. Wanda tugs your skirt back into place, and then her hands – one on the small of your back and the other on your waist – lift you upright.

Your legs are, predictably, as shaky as a fawn’s, though Wanda seems to have anticipated this with her vice-like grip, never allowing you to stumble. When you finally regain your balance, you look at her a little sheepishly, the situation having hit you.

“I… I’m sorry, Ms Maximoff. Um, I’ll really try harder at work next time–” but your words die down in your throat when she shakes her head. Oh god, were you about to get fired? Before you can scramble to plead with her, a curious smirk passes over Wanda’s lips.

“I don’t believe that position is suited for you, pet.” That word makes your throat tight again. “No, definitely not, now that I’m thinking about it.”

You look at her with something like shock on your face, your mouth hanging open. “I… um, are you firing me?” 

Wanda laughs, deep and rich like expensive chocolate. She shakes her head. “No, no. Simply a… transferral of roles, I suppose.” Her gaze is intense as she takes you in, with your warm cheeks, arousal-bitten lips, your pupils blown wide, and she’s never been more sure of anything before. 

— when she meets the group of applicants, wanda instantly knows who she wants. you’re a wide eyed fresh of out uni graduate with barely anything on your resume, but you’re exactly what she wants; a pretty girl who’s pliant and can fulfil her less than professional needs and demands

— before you, wanda always kept her office blinds down and door shut. now, she keeps them wide open so she can see you sitting at your desk like her perfect pretty princess right outside

— a few weeks after you’re hired, wanda orders you to wear skirts everyday. “it’s protocol,” she says. you don’t argue and merely nod with an obedient smile (it sends a rush through her body and she has to excuse her to the bathroom)

— when you attend business events by her side, often rich men think they have the right to lay their eyes on you. wanda quickly remedies that by slinking her arm around your waist and pulling you snuggly to her side

— afterwards, wanda learns to start leaving hickies or lipstick stains (or both) all over your neck and collarbones and chest and everywhere else people can see so they know exactly who you belong to

— wanda packs more often than not and you develop a new routine. during her lunch break (or earlier if neither of you can wait that long), you come in and she takes you on her desk, against the window, on the couch, on the floor, or even against the door for everyone outside to hear if they listen hard enough. she doesn’t think there’s a single inch of her office that she hasn’t christened with your touch

— other times when the day is slow or you’re bored (which is more often than not (she really didn’t hire you for your skills or work ethic)), you sneak into her office without knocking. like a bunny, you prance across the room and unzip her pants before sitting on her lap and warming her strap for the rest of the day

— your favourite position though is when you’re seated comfortably on the edge of her desk. even more so on the days she walks into the office wearing a tie. you become obsessed with pulling her into a kiss by the tie around her neck as she slots between your legs and you’re sat on her desk with your skirt hiked up around your waist

— when you get a little greedy with your touch, wanda resorts to yanking her tie off and using it to bind your hands together behind your back. you secretly love the thrill of being hers to play with when she does

‘I miss you, come to my office.’

You smile at your phone, sitting back in your seat as you come up with a response. You quickly turn the brightness down on your screen, fingers typing quickly as you bite your lip slightly. 

“Hey, are you ready to go over some of the procedures?” The voice is slightly grating on your ears, and you quickly delete your response as you lock your screen. Looking up, you see the woman who’s been showing you around all day looking at you with an expectant look on her face. 

Shit, what was her name? 

“Oh! Uh…” You check the time on your phone, noting that the workday had ended for almost everyone else. “Right now? I thought that procedures could wait until tomorrow?”

A condescending smile appears on her face, and you blink in surprise when she starts speaking. “Yeah, right now. It’s typical for newbies to stay late their first few days, just to get you up to speed. That’s ok with you right?”

Your phone dings, the woman’s eyes snap to it. Your fingers tighten around your phone, almost protectively. You huff slightly in annoyance, noticing the way the woman’s eyes linger on your legs, right where your skirt ends mid thigh. 

“Fine, just let me respond to this.”

Looking down, your heart jolts at the message you’d just received. It’s a single word, and sends shivers of nervousness down your spine. 

‘Now.’

Wanda Maximoff was not a woman you wanted to displease. Ever. You'd been on the receiving end of her ire more times than you could count, and although it was always enjoyable, the thought of punishment for disobeying a direct order sent your heart racing. 

The woman - Hailey, you remembered now - moved towards you, her heels clacking on the floor as she pulled a chair next to your desk. You had your phone angled away from her, fingers flying across the keyboard as you tried your best to minimize the punishment you'd surely receive for disobeying. 

‘I’m sorry, I can’t right now. Hailey is going over procedures with me. I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.’

You flip your phone over again, sure that your face is heating up. Your fingers tremble in your lap as you lace them together tightly. Fortunately, Hailey is too focused on not-so-subtly peeking down the front of your low cut shirt to notice your flustered state. You clear your throat, annoyance building as you raise your eyebrows at her. 

Coughing slightly, Hailey pulls out a packet of information and places it in front of you. You flip through the first few pages, groaning internally at the sheer amount of information crammed onto each section. Hailey’s speaking again, her voice high and scratchy. It is nothing like the voice you actually want to hear. 

Just as that thought crosses your mind, your phone dings again, but you force yourself to ignore it. Avoiding eye contact with Hailey, you force yourself to flip to the second page as she drones on. You can practically feel the boredom take over you, your eyes drooping as you relax into your seat. 

Sneaking a glance at your phone, you see that Wanda has sent another message. Suddenly awake, you open your texts and read, your eyes wide. 

‘I thought you wanted to be a good girl?’

Your eyes flick over to Hailey, noticing that she’s now fixating on her laptop, seemingly searching for a specific page in a pdf. You hide your phone between the pages of your packet, typing with one hand while the other nonchalantly rests on the paper. 

‘I am a good girl, just busy rn. I’ll see you later.’

Locking your phone, you try to focus. Hailey’s voice is making your ears bleed, and you constantly find your thoughts wandering to a certain person. More specifically, your girlfriend, who just so happened to be the boss of the current company you worked at. 

A loud noise startled you out of your thoughts, the images of long hair and green eyes fading as you turned to look at Hailey. She snapped her fingers again, right under your nose as your eyes went slightly crossed in an effort to track her movements. 

“Listen, newbie,” She started, her eyes glancing down at your chest. “Just because you’re a personality hire doesn’t mean that you get to slack off, alright?” 

You felt anger rise, your thoughts churning as you glared at her with thinly veiled disgust. You’d actually worked very hard for this job, submitting an application and going through the same interview process as everyone else. Your girlfriend hadn’t actually known that you applied until your resume made its way to her desk along with the other final candidates for the position. 

She’d fucked you in many different positions that night, her praises never ending as you came over and over again. You’d begged her to be fair in the selection process, not wanting to only be hired because she ordered it. Wanda had agreed, saying that she’d refrain from the hiring process altogether for your special case. 

Breathing deeply, trying to calm yourself, you were about to respond to Hailey when your phone buzzed again. 

“Okay, who the fuck is texting you so much.” Hands reach for your phone, but you quickly pull it away. There’s an unimpressed look on Hailey’s face, her palm out as she expectantly glances at your phone. 

You sigh, unlocking your phone to see that Wanda has sent an image along with a message. No way in hell were you letting Hailey see the potential contents of that message. 

“It’s actually our boss.” Your tone is short, your words clipped as you raise a single eyebrow. You pride yourself on mastering your girlfriend’s infamous ‘I’m pissed’ face as Hailey takes in your expression and pales at your words. 

“Wait…” Hailey fumbled her words, trying to remedy the situation. “You have Wanda Maximoff’s phone number?”

You smirk, mindful of how long it's taken you to respond. Any second, Wanda would probably come storming down the hall, wondering what on earth was more important than her. “I do, and I should probably respond soon, don’t you think?”

Hailey waves her hands in a flustered ‘go ahead’ gesture as she ducks her head. You give her one last glance, before angling your phone away and opening the message. 

First you see the photo, an image of Wanda’s fingers splayed out on her desk, contrasting beautifully against the dark wood, her veiny hands catching your attention. You feel yourself flush, nervous butterflies erupting as you glaze at the long fingers and delicate gold rings adorning them. Then, your eyes flit down to the attached message, 

‘Mommy’s fingers miss your pussy, darling. Don’t be a brat.’

You suck in a deep breath, your heart thudding as Hailey looks over at you, craning her neck to try and see your phone. Shooting her a glare, you jolt when another text pings through.

‘If you want to be a good girl, then you can come to my office and suck my fingers. Is she more important than I am?’

You feel lightheaded, and any thoughts of going over procedure with the nosy brunette next to you vanish. You mutter some excuse about how Wanda needed you in her office, and to not wait up for you. Hailey says something, but you wave her off, already packing your bag and walking towards the large doors that lead into Wanda’s office. 

Cursing your girlfriend out in your head, you can’t help the way your thoughts keep returning to that picture of her fingers. You should have known she’d use that against you, and you regretted ever sending her that drunk text. The one where you confessed your obsession with her hands, calling them ‘perfect to suck on’ and telling her you ‘wished she would wrap them around your throat like a necklace’.

Pushing open the heavy door, you make your way inside the dimly lit office. For some odd reason, Wanda didn’t like to use the overhead light, claiming it wasn’t good for her eyes or complexion. You personally didn’t care, as you thought your girlfriend looked good in any lighting. The room smells like vanilla, and the air around you tightens when you finally catch a glimpse of your girlfriend. 

The look on Wanda’s face can only be described as stony. You can tell that she’s upset, only seconds away from unleashing her frustrations upon you, and you waste no time. Setting your bag down near the door and closing it, you quickly walk towards your girlfriend as she slowly moves her chair away from her desk, gesturing for you to sit in her lap. 

You start speaking, your words rapid as you attempt an explanation. “I’m sorry Wanda, I couldn’t get away any sooner. Hailey…” You see a flash of anger in those cold green eyes, and resolve to never mention the girl’s name again. “Um, she was really insistent on going over procedures, and…”

The rambling explanation you’re fumbling through is interrupted by Wanda, her voice holding a dark edge to it as she asks you, “What did you just call me?”

“I’m sorry, mommy.” 

A satisfied look makes its way onto your girlfriend’s face, and you sit on her lap hesitantly. In this position, your face is just inches away from hers, and you can’t help the way your eyes flit down to her lips. 

“Tell me, baby,” Wanda begins, a dangerous look in her eyes as she slowly rolls her chair back towards her desk, trapping you between her and the dark wood. “Does she want what’s mine?”

You bite your lip, knowing that your answer could potentially get Hailey fired. Then, you remember how rude she was and the way her eyes wandered where they shouldn’t have, and the words came rushing out. 

“I mean, yeah. She kept looking down my shirt, and I kept having to tug my skirt down cause her eyes were constantly on my thighs.” The words are quiet, and you watch Wanda carefully for a reaction. Her eyes glint coldly, one of her hands wrapping around your throat as the other digs into your waist. 

“Did she touch you?” 

You can’t help the whimper that escapes you, her sharp words sending a flash of heat through your body. Your clit throbs, and you rush to respond. “No mommy, only you’re allowed to touch me.”

Wanda hums, a small smile appearing on those beautiful lips for a moment. “Good girl.”

“She, um.” You hesitate, Wanda’s hand squeezing your throat tightly at your continued silence. “She also called me a personality hire.”

Green eyes darken, and you know that Hailey will not show up to work the next morning. Or ever again. You try to calm your girlfriend, your hands coming up to cup her cheeks as she looks over your shoulder towards her door, her eyes blazing as different images of Hailey’s wandering eyes worm their way into her possessive brain. 

A whimper sounds out, ringing around the otherwise quiet room as the pressure against your neck becomes too much to handle. Wanda relaxes her grip, pulling her hand away as she leans in. Her lips attach themselves to your throat, her teeth sharp as she sucks dark bruises into your sensitive skin. 

Your moans flow freely, your hands sliding into Wanda’s hair and massaging her scalp as she marks you. When you attempt to roll your hips, needing some friction against your aching core, you find that your waist is thoroughly pinned between Wanda’s body and the desk. 

Long fingers find your lips, and you close your eyes as you wrap your lips around the very thing that you’d been fantasizing about. She presses the digits against your tongue, sliding them in and out of your mouth as you gag slightly, your tongue swirling around them. 

“Are you needy, baby?” Wanda asks after a few minutes, her voice raspy as she finally pulls back from your neck. She can sense your hips attempting to move, and raises an eyebrow at you as you fight to speak around her fingers. After a few moments, she smirks at your pleading look and pulls her fingers out, wiping them on the front of your shirt. 

“Yes, mommy.” You’re breathless, your muscles straining as you fight to keep still against her. 

Wanda smiles wider, rolling back her chair as she nods at you. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Get yourself off on mommy’s thigh.”

You hesitate, wondering if this was a trick. The hand at your waist pushes, and at the feeling of your soaked pussy sliding against her leg, you start moving. Your breaths are shaky, your hands trembling in her hair as you move your hips quickly. 

It doesn’t take long until you’re a moaning mess, your forehead resting on her shoulder as you grind your core against her thigh. You can barely think straight, all your thoughts locked on your impending orgasm as you mindlessly move your hips faster. You feel Wanda’s hand tangle with your hair, and she wrenches your head back. 

Green eyes watch your lips part, a strangled gasp leaving you at the abrupt action. Your hips are still moving, your hands limp around her shoulders as you chase your high. Wanda smiles at the sight of your glossy eyes, soft moans falling from your lips as your wetness spreads on the silky fabric of her pants. 

“Having fun darling?” Wanda’s voice is teasing and you whine. Her tone hardens, her hand squeezing painfully in your hair as she reminds you, “Remember to ask permission to come.”

You know it's a trap, you couldn’t say why, but you knew she wouldn’t give in that easily. Not after you’d ignored her for so long, your attention not solely focused on her. She hated it when someone else caught your attention, and you loved her possessive nature, no matter how much the punishments hurt.

“I want… please, mommy.” You can’t even get out a full sentence, your words broken up by breathy moans. It makes Wanda throb, and she forces your jaw up from where your head had been drooping, wanting those glossy eyes focused on her.

“Touch me,” You begged, your thumb rubbing circles against the back of her neck. “Please touch me mommy, I can’t come without your help.”

This time, it's Wanda who lets out a moan. The sound is low, resonating in her chest as she brings a hand to your pussy. At the first touch of your glistening folds, she’s hooked. She never has been able to resist you, not when you're dripping around her fingers and staring at her with adorably blown pupils. 

“Don’t worry, darling.” Wanda murmurs, letting your head fall against her forehead as she enters you with two fingers, burying them knuckle deep as you whine. “Mommy’s brainless little slut can come however much she wants.”

The words shoot straight to your core, and you know your orgasm is mere seconds away. You frantically press your lips to Wanda’s, sucking and biting as she slips her tongue inside your mouth, deepening the kiss. You attempt to convey your desperation to her, and you think she understands when she nudges your clit with her thumb. 

A few more purposeful touches, and you’re falling apart in her lap. Wanda breaks the kiss, your lips unresponsive as you gasp against her cheek. You shudder, your walls clamping down around her fingers as she continues to thrust into you at a brutal pace. Her fingers curl, and you sense a second orgasm approach while you’re still trembling from the aftershocks of the first one. 

“Wait, mommy. It’s too much, please.” You’re whimpers go unheard, Wanda’s fingers still fucking you deeply as her lips return to your neck. You feel her teeth scrape your collarbone, and another orgasm rips through you when she bites down. 

Your body aches, the sensations overwhelming you in seconds. You’re highly aware of Wanda’s teeth sinking into your collarbone, her lips sucking harshly as you writhe against her. You can feel your juices leaking around her fingers, the once pleasurable heat in your core now agonizingly painful as she slows her thrusts. 

“Mommy…” Your voice is just above a whisper, your breaths shaky as you try and form more words. 

Wanda slips her fingers from you, bringing them up to your parted lips and forcing them into the wet heat of your mouth. She strokes your hair with her other hand, bringing you down as she murmurs, “I know baby, Mommy’s got you.”

Sucking softly, you smile around her fingers dazedly, your eyes slightly unfocused as they bore into Wanda’s. She smiles back, pressing her lips to your forehead, and leaving soft kisses over your damp cheeks as you giggle. 

“Good girl, I’m so proud of you sweetheart. Since you were so good for me, would you like to feel mommy’s strap when we get home?” You nod quickly, your mouth still occupied with her fingers, sucking off your arousal as she watches with darkened eyes. 

Wanda opens her mouth to continue, when a sharp knock on her door stops her. You’re much too hazy to care, all your attention focused solely on your girlfriend. She pulls her fingers from you, kissing you quickly before calling out for the person to enter. 

You jolt, remembering the compromising position you’re in, but strong hands hold your hips still as a warning look appears in Wanda’s eyes. You stare back with wide eyes, and Wanda swivels her chair until she can see the very same employee you’d been complaining about walk in. 

Hailey looks up from the papers in her hand, her eyes widening comically at the sight in front of her. Wanda watches her eyes take in the dark hickeys covering your neck and collarbone, your smudged lipstick and messy hair, before she stammers slightly as she attempts to speak. 

Nothing comes out, her words a strained sort of whimper as her eyes bounce back and forth between Wanda’s satisfied and smug expression, and your submissive, relaxed pose. You look down, an embarrassed flush creeping up the back of your neck as Wanda’s hand rubs soothing circles against your thigh. 

“I’ve heard some interesting things about you.” Wanda says, her words drawn out as she regards the shocked employee standing in her doorway. Hailey’s eyes widen even more than they already are, and she opens and closes her mouth as she tries to find an explanation. 

Wanda tilts her head, and the color drains from Hailey’s face. You shiver, having been on the receiving end of that look before, and you can’t help but pity the poor girl trembling in your girlfriend's doorway. 

“I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson today,” Wanda begins, her voice low as she grabs your jaw, tilting your head up so Hailey can see the full extent of your hickeys. “That you shouldn’t lust over something that isn’t yours.”

Hailey nods her head so quickly that it looks seconds away from falling off. Wanda waves her hand impatiently, a silent order for the girl to get out of her office. She takes a final look at you as she turns to leave, her eyes apologetic and wide as she grips the papers tightly in her fist, the edges wrinkling under her fingers. 

“By the way,” Wanda begins, stopping Hailey in her tracks. “You’re fired.”

You barely hear the door close, your eyes wide as you turn towards your girlfriend. You can’t help the small smile that appears on your face, your pussy clenching around nothing at the power she’d just shown. 

It’s almost as if Wanda has a sixth sense for you, her senses attuned to your body as if you shared a soul. She drops her eyes to your thighs, smirking as you gently grind down against the dark fabric of her pant leg. A single finger places itself under your chin, and you let your head raise as her green eyes bore into your own.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you plenty of orgasms once we get home.”

You can’t fucking wait.

Wanda Maximoff had started a fashion company at a young age, she grew the company up from the ground to the fashion empire that it is today. You had started working for the company as an intern when it was just a start-up, but you were able to grow with the company and with promotion after promotion you were now the head of the marketing department. 

Throughout the many changes in your function you had gotten closer to the CEO herself, Wanda Maximoff. You had weekly meetings with her and the rest of the department heads as well as one on one meetings to discuss the marketing strategy for new arrivals and such. 

Wanda was a beautiful woman, you were very aware of that. In your intern year you started to develop a crush on her, though she then was so far away. However, now you are in her office multiple times a week. The closeness of the interactions you had with her always affected you, there hadn't been one time this past week that you hadn't left her office with flushed cheeks. Wanda was a subtle flirter, it seemed to come very easy to her. You had however convinced yourself that she acted this way with all her employees.

Another day of torturing yourself was ahead as you had multiple meetings with Wanda today. Your day started off with a department heads meeting, you were fine there, she refrained from flirty comments there. Wanda was wearing a gray suit with a black blouse underneath, the suit hugged her figure perfectly. You tried everything in your power not to check her out, but failed nonetheless. You hadn't heard Wanda call out to you until your neighbor nudged you. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking about the project and I guess I got a bit lost in the opportunities." You lie, hiding it from your coworkers. Not your boss though, Wanda noticed the slight flush on your cheeks and smirked to herself. She continued the meeting and decided to let you off the hook, or so you thought. Not even half an hour after the meeting was done, Wanda messaged you to meet her in her office. 

You honestly thought that you were in trouble for crossing a line, but when you walked into Wanda’s office, and saw that she followed your movements with a teasing smile, you felt more at ease. Wanda was sitting behind her desk, it was cluttered with different fabrics, sketchbooks and notes. While she was the head of the company she enjoyed being involved in all of the company’s projects and departments, she was truly in love with every part of the industry. 

“So, y/n, care to explain what really happened at the meeting?” There was no threat behind her words, if you had to name the tone it would be playful. You decided there was no point in lying again and decided to just go with it. “It is an amazing suit, Wanda.” Upon seeing her smile at your reaction, you decide to continue. “You look great in the suit, it fits you well. Respectfully.” Wanda is clearly enjoying the fact that you’re growing more comfortable in the situation. “Well, thank you, darling.” The nickname makes your heart rate accelerate. 

“That’s all, y/n, thank you.” Wanda let’s you know. You wish you would have more time alone with her, but you thanked her and walked to the door. The moment your hand touched the handle Wanda stopped you. “Actually, one more thing.” She waits for you to turn around before she continues. “Do you have plans tonight?” You shake your head in response. “Then can you meet me at The Plaza for dinner at 6pm?” Your first thought was about getting to spend one on one time with Wanda, but your second thought told you that it was probably a work related dinner. “Yes, that sounds good. Did you want me to bring anything from a certain project?” The teasing smile makes its way back onto her face. “The project is getting to know you better over dinner.” You’re shocked at her response, she wanted to go out to dinner with you, with the sole purpose of getting to know you, this was huge. “Okay, sounds good. I’ll see you tonight.” You say before quickly exiting her office. You make your way right to the restroom and see how flushed your cheeks were. 

You arrive at the restaurant a little early, but the waiter leads you to the table that Wanda reserved. After half an hour Wanda still hasn’t joined you, so you decide to send her a text. You know that she was a busy woman, maybe she got stuck at work. 

Y/n: Hi Wanda, I got our reserved table. I’ll see you in a bit. 

The waiter comes by to ask if you want anything to drink before the rest of the party gets there, you thank him but decline. You start watching the people around you to distract yourself. Another thirty minutes pass and there is still no sign of Wanda, not even a response to your message. 

Y/n: Just checking in to see if everything is okay.

Again no response from Wanda. Maybe you had gotten your hopes up for tonight. Another half hour later and the waiter joins you again. “I’m so sorry, but if we’re not serving you, I am going to have to ask you to leave.” You apologize to him and gather your things. Outside you send Wanda another text.

Y/n: Our reservation got canceled.

You decide to wait outside for a little longer, still holding out hope that Wanda would join you. She still hadn’t even read your first message. You decide to give up on waiting and head home as soon as you feel it starting to rain. Before you know it, it starts pouring. You really regretted walking to the restaurant now.

Once you made it to your house, you were completely soaked. Before you get changed you check your phone, since you felt it buzz on the way there. It’s a message from Wanda.

Wanda: I’m sorry y/n, I can’t make it tonight. I needed to discuss something with Vision.

You roll your eyes. Vision was the head of design and always openly discussed his crush on Wanda. You were annoyed but of course she would pick him over you. 

Y/n: It’s fine.

You send her a quick message before turning your phone off, you were done with the whole situation. You change into some sweats and make a quick meal. The rain had done you no good, you were cold and sneezing already. You decided to call it an early night, hoping to sleep it off. However, when you woke up it only seemed to be worse. You knew you had the responsibility to call in sick but you couldn’t for the life of you know remember where you left your phone and you felt too weak to get out of bed. 

Meanwhile at the office Wanda welcomed one of the company's bigger clients to the meeting room. “Take a seat.” Wanda motions over. “My assistant will get you some beverages and if you’ll excuse me for one moment, I will be right back.” This was a very important client and you were supposed to join her for the meeting, since you were one of the only people within the company that could handle the clients behavior. She went over to the marketing department to get you, since you weren’t at the meeting yet. When she can’t find you at your desk she asks one of your team members. “Sorry, I haven’t seen y/n today. Is there anything I can help you with?” Wanda shakes her head and walks back to the meeting room and starts the meeting by herself. The client was trouble like always, she tried her best to accommodate him, but he seemed to only listen to your ideas. “Have y/n send me a proposal, and then we’ll talk business.” The client said before leaving.

Wanda was so furious that she drove straight to your house after the meeting. She knocked on your door until you opened. The door opened and she stepped in right away, seeing red with anger she didn’t even notice your fragile state. “What is your problem? Why aren’t you at work? We had a very important meeting and I expect you to show up, or at the very least let me know that you will not be attending.” While Wanda takes a deep breath, she finally lets her eyes land on you. The anger she felt immediately disappeared when she saw how pale and weak you looked, while having a blanket wrapped around you. 

“Oh, y/n, I’m so sorry.” She puts an arm around you and leads you to the couch. You let yourself fall into Wanda’s warm body. “What happened, darling?” She asks while rubbing her hands over your back, trying to help you warm up. “I had to walk back in the pouring rain last night.” You answer in a raspy voice. “That’s on me, I should’ve texted you earlier, I am very sorry. Vision made inappropriate comments towards someone on the team and I had to get HR involved, it was a whole mess. That’s no excuse, of course, I just wanted to let you know what happened.” Wanda hadn’t picked him over you. “If you don’t totally hate me, I would love to reschedule our date once you’re better.” You nod. “I would like that.” Wanda gives your hand a squeeze. “Okay good. Now, please let me take care of you.”