#mitchober

Rapp Corporation was the leading marketing firm in the world. Companies like Disney, Sony and Southwest paid millions of dollars to be associated with it. It represented actors, athletes, business moguls and small businesses. While it was in high demand it was also reasonable - sponsoring schools and nonprofit organizations around the world.

The single person driving the reigns to the crazy international kingdom that resided in London was Mitch Rapp . That’s right. He was part of a decade of strong, successful businessmen.

And he was your boss.

You had literally stumbled into the job of personal assistant. Literally. You were walking out of a coffee shop, resumes in hand when you ran into his large, hard frame. You landed on your ass and when you were able to recover, you were looking into the deepest chocolate eyes you had ever seen. His bright white teeth clashed against his tan skin, his dark locks perfectly framing his face.

Then you remembered that you had spilled coffee on one of the most powerful, young bachelors in the world.

You had also spilled coffee all over your resume and you groaned in realization, the expensive fresh pages coated in thick lakes of coffee. He had helped you pick up the lost keys to your future, taking a second to read over your resume and offered you a job. He was on the way to meet someone about being his personal assistant and you did just get your masters in public relations. You could intern while still making money and if you showed promise he promised to promote you.

Sometimes life really does work out in your favor. Sit in that for five seconds then remember that your boss is one of the sexiest, most successful young CEO’s in the world.

Not only is he attractive but he has the work ethic of an ox. And it made working for him damn hard. Probably harder than managing the clients he had. He was constantly in meetings, constantly leaving early in the morning and late in the evening. Going to galas and charity events, charming new people. He opened up smaller chains in areas in the world stricken by poverty to try to help increase job opportunities. He volunteered at schools and hospitals. He spent his Thanksgiving and Christmas and any other holiday of giving providing food for those in need. Always. He’s always been like this.

Mitch wasn’t just a CEO. Wasn’t even human.

He was a goddamn saint sent from heaven to wreak havoc on earth.

It was on such an occasion that he had asked you to attend one of his events - a large gala celebrating 50 years of business with his father and grandfather.  The whole legacy under one roof. You didn’t understand why you were asked to attend. As his assistant sure you had to manage the media and who visited him. But that had been hours ago. The night was now thriving off the rich and famous drunkenly dancing and teasing each other. Mitch never drank more than two glasses of anything at events like these so you didn’t have to babysit him. But you also wanted to go home if he didn’t need you and that he refused.

You watched him as he laughed along with two of his most trusted partners, Scott Mccall and Derek Hale as they sipped expensive champagne and spoke lowly among each other. Mitch was wearing a tailored blue suit, his white  button up popping against a black tie. His slight beard had grown since he shaved it these past two days and was now a short beard and all you could think about was how it would feel between your legs.

You shook your head, returning your eyes to your blackberry. You had to get it together. Everyone teased you that he had a thing for you. He never had women assistants. Preferred men to ensure that things stayed professional. Never offered people jobs on the spot either.

There was just something about you they would tease.

Well he sure as hell wasn’t making a move so until he did it would have to stay a mystery.

“You’re still working for him.”

The soft voice takes you off guard and you jump a bit, breaking from your thoughts as  your eyes fall on your assailant. Standing in a dark red gown, her pale skin contrasting with her perfectly coiffed dark hair is Katrina Mendes. 

Ex-girlfriend of Mitch Rapp.

She takes a seat beside you, the soft smell of Chanel wafting off her skin as she continues.

“Didn’t think a fragile little thing like you would survive a man like him.”

You knew what she was doing. Her younger sister, Annika , had warned you about this months ago. When you had accidentally ran into her at a golf tournament with Mitch. She loved him still. Despite the fact that she married someone new, moved across the world, she still loved and wanted him. Didn’t want anyone else to claim him.

You were a threat. You were beautiful,  intelligent. charming and apparently upon Scott’s teasing, he spoke about you a lot. Katrina hated you. And reminded you every time she saw you.

“Surprised you’re here. Thought you’d be back in America with your husband. Oh wait, he’s in Japan with his mistress of the month.”

It was no secret her husband cheated on her. She even laughed about it but deep down you knew it killed her inside. Killed her that she chose a man like that over a man like Mitch. It made you even empathize for her…until she opened her mouth and you were reminded that karma was real.

She narrows her eyes at you before deliberately taking the large flute of champagne in her hand and slowly tilting it on your dress. On your $3,000 dress you had charged on your credit card that you had planned on returning tomorrow. You had only bought the navy blue gown to try to impress Mitch, hoping he would be charmed by the way it looked on your body.

It hadn’t and now, on top of rejection, she had ruined it and put you $3,000 in the hole.

“Have fun returning your De la Rented dress.” she smirks at you as you stand, the champagne trailing down the front of the long gown. You try to bite back tears, try not to bring too much attention to yourself as you pat at he gown down with a napkin before looking at her.

“I really hope you’re happy making other people’s life miserable Katrina. Because from what I hear, you used to be an awesome person and now, now you’re just a lonely bitch.”

You don’t notice the crowd of people who have been crowding around, watching the small scene unfold. Don’t see Mitch head toward you as you make your way down to the hallway to the family restroom. You don’t realize the tears that have been falling down your cheeks until you feel him grab your arm, turning you gently toward him.

“Y/N…” your name sounds different on his tongue and the way he’s looking at you has you sobbing harder. You try to push him away as he draws you to him, his large sculpted arms surrounding you as he whispers,

“Just let it all out.”

You don’t know why you’re crying. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve wasted $3,000 on a dress that had made little impact in your life. Maybe its because you’ve been up since 4:30 because of him, trying to make his night perfect. You missed having a social life. Missed your mom and dad and siblings. Missed your small loft in London.

Missed all of this because of him and he didn’t even give a damn.

The thought drives your sobs deeper and his grip tightens around you as you cry harder, his large hands rubbing your back. His mouth hushes you and he rocks you before you start to calm down, your sobs tampering off and you pull away, shaking your head. You want to apologize for your unprofessionalism and you also wanted to tell him he could take his assistant job and fuck off but then his left hand is hooking under your chin as he tilts your head up to you.

“I can pay for your dress. I’m sorry she ruined it. But holy hell Y/N what did you expect when you wore something like this?”

His right hand that has never left your body tampers down your back as he pulls you closer to him.

“You’ve been driving everybody mad wearing this,” he eyes are shifting now, darkening around the pupils as he licks his lips. “It should be a condemned sin.”

His voice has dropped an octave and the deep bass draws a shiver up your spine. You give your lip a light bite and he gives a short groan, the pad of his thumb brushing over the exposed skin. His hand tightens around your waist as he whispers,

“You should be a condemned sin.”

You’re looking up at him confused, trying to register what he was saying. He watches you back, trying to get a read on you before he straightens, pulling from you.

“I hope you’re feeling better.” he croaks, backing away as he takes you in one last time before he turns on his heel. You stop him, your hand shooting for his arm. You walk around him, his hair covering his pinched eyes as you whisper,

“What do you mean by that Mitch?”

He doesn’t look at you as he manages out,

“I’ve drank too much. I shouldn’t…” he looks at you and groans. “You just, I should have asked you out and not have offered you a job.”

The words takes you off guard as he takes a deep sigh.

“You’re so goddamn sexy and smart and I felt terrible ruining your resumes,” he was referencing your encounter months ago. “That offering you a job was the best I could do. I thought you’d get burnt out and quit and then I could ask you out but you’re so damn good. So damn good at everything you do so I’ve been stuck pretending I don’t care when all I want is you.”

Your dumbstruck as he looks at you and groans, shrugging out of your embrace.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. We can leave, if you want.”

He’s looking past you and you’re trying to process it all.

He really did like you.

You grab his neck, drawing him down to you, your lips pressing against his. It catches him off guard for only a second before he’s registering your actions, his hands grabbing your hips as he pushes you flush against a wall. His kisses are needy and desperate as his tongue teases your mouth open and you are consumed by him. Your hands move to his hair, his beautiful dark tresses getting tangled in your delicate fingers as he moans in your mouth, pushing his hips into your naval.

You moan feeling his erection brush against you and he pulls away, his eyes frenzied with lust.

“Not here.” his voice is hoarse and deep as he grabs you and basically drags you into the family restroom you were seeking out earlier. He shuts the door, locking it before grabbing you and slamming you against the door. He lifts you, your long gown getting lost around him as your legs hooks around his waist and his mouth is on your collarbone, sucking on the skin.

“You are so damn gorgeous,” he mumbles along your skin, his mouth nipping at your neck. “Do you know that? Do you know that you’ve been driving me fucking insane in this dress” his hands trail up your gown, his hot fingers clashing with your cool thighs and his mouth has found yours. “Drove me insane the moment I picked you up and you were wearing this.” His hands ghost over your center and you give a small yelp, as he pulls back to look you in the eye.

“You’re not wearing any underwear.” he bites his lips as he glides his fingers up your wet folds and you shiver as you stumble out,

“I always run out of clean underwear and you came so early to pick me up I couldn’t go and buy a pair.”

His hands slowly traces up and down your pussy and he watches your face twist in pleasure.

“How many times have you worked with me without any panties on?”

“Honestly?” you bite down on your lip as his thumb slowly starts to tease against your clit and your hips rock against his finger. “Like most of the time. You don’t give me enough time to do my laundry.”

Your words are soft, barely coming in a whisper and he growls, sticking a finger into you as he begins his slow assault into your tight walls.

“You are so fucking wet,” he whispers as he looks at you, a wicked grin on his face. “Are you always this wet for me princess?”

You give a weak nod as he inserts another finger and you buck against him, your hands digging into his shoulders.

“I thought I smelled you the other week when we were at dinner.” You knew what he was referencing. He had taken you out for dinner after a long day at the office at a trendy sushi spot. He had been talking to you as his nimble fingers gracefully picked up one sushi after the other, the raw fish placed carefully in his mouth. You don’t know why it turned you on but it did. You wanted to know what those fingers would feel like in you, his mouth over yours.

Now you knew.

“Did I smell you princess?” he whispers a grin gracing his face and you give another weak nod and he growls, inserting a third finger in you. You arch your back against him, hands stuck in his hair as his mouth attacks your neck again.

“Tell me what had you so turned on so much?”

You give a weak mewl in silence and he pulls his fingers out, causing you to whine. He looks up at you with hooded eyes shaking his head.

“You have to use your words princess.”

“I was thinking about you finger fucking me.” you manage out, biting your lip as your cheeks flush over. He smiles as he sticks his fingers back in you, watching your face contort in pleasure again. His fingers curls up and hits you in that sweet spot and you feel your body tensing, clawing for release.

“Were you?”

You give a quick nod and he chuckles, his mouth getting close to your ear. His fingers are merciless know, pumping into you faster as his thumb brushes against your clit and you can feel that tension in your stomach build up.

“Wanna hear a secret princess?” he whispers against the shell of your ear and you hum, your body starting to give in to the pleasure he was delighting you to. “I’ve jacked off to you every night since I’ve met you, cumming all over my body from the thought of my dick being filled to the rim in you.”

That was all you needed. Between his fingers and the image of him jacking off to you your screaming his name, your fingers tangled in his hair as your walls flutter around his fingers. He groans, coaxing you through your climax as he watches you before he pulls from you, inserting all three of his fingers in his mouth. He gives a low moan as he sucks your essence off and pulls his fingers out with a pop before your leaning into him for a kiss.

He shifts, carrying you to the bathroom counter and slamming placing you down. He yanks at his suit, pulling down his pants and boxers as his cock springs free.

“Tonight I’ll make love to you the way you deserve,” he promises as he lines himself up at your entrance. “I’ll have you begging my name by the time I’m done with you but right now I just need you.”

His cock is teasing your folds as you look up at him, your eyes darkening as you thrust your hips forward. He stops you, something dark flickering in his eyes.

“What do you want princess?” he whispers and you moan as your hands pull at his shoulders.

“I want you.”

“You want me to what?” a satisfied smirk sits on his face and you rub your folds against his twitching cock.

“Want you to fuck me with your big fucking cock.”

He groans as he slowly thrusts into you, grabbing your hands and intertwining them with yours as he raises them above your head. His head falls in the crook of your neck as he bottoms out in you, his hair tickling your shoulders and you both give a satisfied moan. You rock your hips against him, enjoying the way he fills you to the brim and he moans as he pulls from you, his hips rocking out of you before slamming back in.

“Goddamn you are tight..” he whispers as he lifts himself enough to look at you, then his mouth is hot on yours as his body claims you.

His hips snap into you, desperately chasing after your orgasm before he lifts your leg and you’re getting hit in that special spot that has you screaming out his name.

“That’s right princess. Want you to cum all over my big cock.” he whispers, his hips in a frenzy as he watches you unwind underneath him. His finger finds your clit and flicks the sensitive area and you’re screaming his name again, your body shaking as you find sweet release. His hips are sloppily slapping against your as your walls tighten around before there milking him  his body shaking uncontrollably as your arms find your way around his body.

You wait a beat before saying,

“Soooo…I’m guessing I have to quit. This is the highest level of conflicted interest if I’ve ever known one.”

He chuckles, his face tucked in your shoulder before pulling away and kissing you.

“I don’t want you to quit.”

“Wouldn’t that be -”

“Unless you want to. You’re free to work in any of our departments. You’re way too good to be an assistant.” he’s rambling, something he does when he’s nervous and you chuckle, leaning up and kissing him. He relaxes as you pull away, his lips tugged between your teeth before you whisper.

“Let’s worry about it tomorrow. I should at least get a year under your belt before we talk about commitment.”

He chuckles, wiggling against you and there’s a soft knock on the door and you both freeze before you hear Scott’s voice.

“…….so uhhh, I don’t mean to interrupt you two but ummmm,” he clears his throat though you can hear the humour in his voice. “Your dad is looking for you Mitch. For a photo.”

Mitch groans and you laugh, giving a lock of his hair a tug.

“Give us a minute Scott. We need to….make ourselves decent.”

“Uh huh.” You know he’s smiling as he walks away and Mitch’s eyes are glinting at you mischievously.

“How long do you think he’s been standing out there hearing you scream out my name?”

“Mitch! That’s your best friend!” you say in mock surprise and he laughs, shaking his head.

“Scott’s always had a thing for you.” he nuzzles his face in your neck before muttering. “Besides I have another round in me.”

His shimmies his hips against yours and you gasp at his dick hardening in you.

“What do you want to do?” you turned to your best friend, Mitch, who was standing with you in your room. You both planned a night to hangout together after another tiring mission but hadn’t decided between anything yet. “We could watch a movie, or something…” He almost seemed nervous. “What? Assasin Mitch Rapp is suddenly out of ideas?” You both laughed.

“Well, I do have one idea.” He said softly.

“What is it?” You asked, curious as to why he didn’t tell you his idea earlier.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

It almost startled you, but honestly, you wanted to kiss him too. There was no denying the chemistry you two had. Your bestfriend kept telling you that you should make a move but you were always too shy. ‘Well, here goes nothing…’ you thought.

“Since the first day I met you in the investigation room , I’ve wanted to kiss you.” You confessed. He smiled and took your response as a yes.

He leaned in slowly, letting his hot breath tickle your face. His lips met yours softly at first but then he pulled back. He took a moment to look at you.

“You’re dangerous when you look at me like that,” He kissed you again, but this time harder. Without ever letting his lips disconnect from yours, he pushed you up against the wall. “I want you so bad… I’ve wanted you for so long. I can’t tell you how many nights I spent imagining this...”

“Then take what you want.” You peered at him through your eyelashes

 You noticed his jaw clench in a way that made your stomach flutter. His hand snaked down your thigh and around the back to pull your leg up. Without hesitation, you hopped up and wrapped both of your legs around his waist. His lips sunk into yours again as he held you. In one swift move he took you from the wall and walked over to the bed before letting himself fall on top of you. He pulled back for a moment and took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor before reaching for the hem of your shirt. His fingertips lightly graced your stomach in a way that almost tickled but gave you goosebumps. Gently he began to pull your shirt up, hinting at the fact that he wanted it off of your body immediately.

“Are you trying to undress me, Agent ?” You teased. He smirked back at you.

“Why don’t you call me daddy instead?” You could feel yourself start to throb at the thought of calling Mitch “daddy.” But you decided to play along.

“Are you trying to undress me, Daddy?”  

“That depends, baby girl...” You felt your heart skip a beat. He leaned down closer to your face, his lips just millimetres away from yours. “Do you want daddy to undress you?” His voice was low and sultry. You felt your teasing attitude dissolve as your head swirled with the intoxication of hearing him call you “baby girl.”  

“Y-yes,” your voice trembled with anticipation. He smirked with the confidence of someone who knew they had you in the palm of their hand. He lifted your shirt over your head to expose your bra. He reached behind you to unclasp your bra surprisingly fast and tossed it to the floor. Your bare chest was exposed to him. His strong hands glided over your breasts. He leaned down and sucked on your nipple while pinching and twisting your other nipple with his hand. A soft moan left your mouth when you felt his teeth graze your nipple , his beard doing wonders on your chest and wherever it grazed.

He reached down to your jeans, unbuttoning them slowly as he nibbled on your breast. His hand trailed down to your pussy lips. Over your underwear he began to gently rub your clit. The combination drove you crazy.

His lips left your nipple and he kissed your rib cage, waist, hip, all the way down to your underwear. He wrapped his hands around your jeans and pulled them down off of you, leaving you in just your underwear. Mitch placed his head between your thighs and began to nibble on your inner thighs. He got closer and closer until he was kissing your pussy through your underwear. 

Then he stopped and looked up at you through his eyelashes as he pulled your underwear down your legs painfully slowly. He placed your legs over his shoulders and forcefully pulled your pussy towards his face. Mitch started to lightly lick your lips before fully tonguing your clit. You moaned a little louder than you meant to, but you could feel him smile with pride. His tongue swirled around your clit , his beard grazing your inner thighs making you gasp with pleasure. It felt warm and wet in all the right ways. You were so horny that he could probably make you come with his tongue in less than 20 seconds. But you didn’t want the fun to end yet. Your vagina ached for him. It was begging to be stretched out by his dick.

“Please fuck me, Mitch.”

“What’s my name, baby girl?” He teased.

“Please” you begged. “Please fuck me, daddy.” you whined. Mitch came back up to your face and smirked.

“How bad do you want it?” His voice dripped seduction like thick sweet honey that you just needed to taste.

“Please fuck me, daddy. I want you to make me sore. I’m begging for your cock. Please, daddy, choke me and treat me like your slut.”

“Good girl,” You could tell your words had an impact on him. If you weren’t mistaken, a faint blush rose in his cheeks. Mitch leaned back and unbuckled his bet. He wasted no time taking his pants off. You watched as he unearthed his thick cock from his underwear. You couldn’t help but wonder if it would even fit inside you…

He moved closer as you spread your legs, waiting for him to enter you. He stroked himself a few times before placing the tip of his cock to your opening.

“You’re so wet for me,” He slowly pushed his cock inside of you, making you gasp a little louder than you intended to. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yes, daddy. Please keep going.” You pleaded. Slowly he stroked himself in and out of you. He leaned forward and began to suck on your neck, leaving marks for sure.

“I love hearing you moan in my ear,” He whispered to you and picked up the pace pumping in and out of you. You couldn’t help but whimper. “You feel so fucking good.” Hearing Mitch curse shocked you a little bit. You had never really heard him swear so profusely before. But you had to admit that you loved this little hidden part of him. He leaned back and wrapped his hand around your throat.

“You like that, slut?” He growled in a deep guttural tone as he started to pound you faster and faster. You could barely speak.

“Yes, daddy. Don’t stop.” His hand firmly grasped your throat, not enough to suffocate you, but just enough to thrill you. It made you feel strangely excited to think that he could easily choke you to death like this.

“I won’t stop until you come for me.” With every thrust of his thick cock you felt yourself coming closer to finishing. Mitch let out a low moan, almost a growl. “Fuck you’re so tight. I want to feel you come on my cock, princess.”

“I”m- I’m going to come.” You stuttered through the pleasure.

“Look at me,” Mitch leaned in close to your face as he pounded your pussy. He moved his hand from your throat and grabbed you by the face.  “I want you to look me in the eyes while you come. I want to watch.” His words completely sent you over the edge and pleasure washed over you. You kept eye contact with Mitch as you rode out your orgasm. “That’s it. Good girl.” His eyes were intense and smoldering with desire. He started to slow down.

“I want you to come, daddy.” He almost seemed surprised when you said this. “Don’t stop until you come inside me.” Your voice was still trembling with the aftermath of your orgasm. Your pussy was so sensitive but you didn’t care, you wanted even more of him. He didn’t protest. Mitch pumped in and out of you roughly hitting your cervix with the tip of his penis.

“Fuck, I’m coming.” His strokes got sloppier and harder as he finished. He moaned in your ear and basked in the pleasure of his orgasm. He stayed on top of you, slowly pumping and groaning for a few moments. Your hands and fingertips lightly grazed his back as he looked at you. You held the semi-romantic silence for a while. The tension in the atmosphere could’ve been cut with a knife. But you were still too high from your orgasm.i

“I didn’t know that you had a daddy kink.” You smiled. Mitch let out a light chuckle.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He let out a soft chuckle.