#vox tech

Had Valentino thrown a tantrum again? Had Velvette enraged another overlord? Had an employee soured his mood? You didn’t know, rarely he was in a good mood – if not stressed which would count as calm.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the doors. “Good morning, sir,” you smiled brightly at him – it wasn’t reciprocated. “I have your coffee and new reports, ratings have gone up since the last extermination,” you told him, placing his coffee and files on his desk. Vox was still fixated on the screens in front of him, not acknowledging your presence.

You wanted to roll your eyes, badly. Instead, you stepped around his desk, opening said files to show him prove. You put your weight forward, arms resting on his desk with your hips sticking out and rather close to him.

That got his attention, a grim expression on his screen. It wasn’t the first time you had done this, sometimes dropping something in front of him and picking it up in a way that he saw your cunt almost on full display. Other days you would linger around him a moment longer than you should and keep your voice in a low tone, close to being seductive.

“I don’t have time for this,” he grumbled, closing the file and setting it aside. He knew what you were doing, how could he not? But he noticed you never went further than flirting and presenting your body in front of him.

“Those are the files you wanted,” you stated, straightening your back a little to look at him. “I know that and I’m telling you I don’t have time for this,” he barked at you. So, he was in good mood today, what a blast. You slowly stepped around him, gently laying your hands on his shoulders, “mhm, I know you’re stressed sir,” you mused and started massaging him.

Vox raised his eyebrows, for a moment he considered electrocuting you but as dug your finger between his shoulder blades and found a sore spot, everything was forgotten.

He slumped back in his chair, features relaxing as you continued kneading the knots from his flesh. “Does that feel good sir?” you asked in a low tone, he only hummed in agreement. Valentinos outbursts and the incompetence of his employees washed away from him.

Applying gradually increased pressure on a quite tense spot made Vox groan. Your lips carried a successful smirk, away from lingering touches to ones that made him express what he actually felt and not hide behind his stoic nature.

“You seem to enjoy it…my hands can do even more in order relieve stress,” you chuckled, hands trailing down his arms and-, “Vox!” Valentinos voice rang through the walls, he stalked in with a glare on his face and wings flaring in anger. The moment of peace broke, you quickly pulled your hands from him as he sat up and watching his partner stalk in.

“Yes, Val?” he questioned, like a flip switched Vox regained his posture and blasted a grin on his screen. Valentino immediately read the room, giving a toothy smirk, “I do hope I’m interrupting something…,” he said with his typical double meaning underlying his words.

Vox promptly dismissed it, “you didn’t. She was just leaving,” he gave you a scrutinizing glance that made you instantly leave the room.

Once outside you were ready to punch a wall, fucking Valentino. You had been exceptionally close and now you’re right where you started.

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Valentino sat down opposite from Vox with a sly smirk, “your little assistant is quite the muñeca. I knew you couldn’t resist her...you two would score high numbers,” he took a drag from his cigarette, showing off his gold tooth.

“Don’t you have to hit Angel Dust or something?” Vox questioned, pinching his fingers against his forehead, trying to concentrate on his work but Valentino kept talking.

“It’s really hard to miss you know. She’s practically throwing herself at you and you just sit here doing what? I mean, if you don’t want her-,” “Val!” he snarled, sparks flying from his antennas. A cruel smirk that made Val jump back.

“So sensitive Voxxy,” the moth grinned, all his anger forgotten as he had too much fun playing with his friend, “when you’re open for a threesome – or foursome, Velvette surly wouldn’t mind-,” once again he couldn’t finish his sentence. Vox exploded, blue electronic bolts dancing around him, standing up and leaning forward on his desk, “careful.”

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After his enlightening conversation with Valentino, Vox focused even more on your little hints. He wanted to know how far you would go – or how long until he bend you over his desk.

Currently he tried concentrating on waiting, you sat on the side of his desk with your usual doe eyes. You told him about new ratings, shows that need to be let go and Velvette’s latest fashion line success. He wasn’t actually listening, just nodding along.

An incoming call interrupted you, it was his other assistant. Why did Vox need two? You would love to know but he hadn’t answered that question yet, although it was helpful in letting him do all the shit work.

“Yes, Papermint?” Vox asked in a tired tone, fingers pressed against the side of his face – screen. “Sir, we have a problem in the news studio. Katie is about to rip-,” he started nervously but Vox didn’t let him finish, he ended the call and turned towards you. Still in your position you smiled sweetly, hoping he’d take his anger out on you. “Get moving,” he demanded, which did disappoint you.

Huffing you straighten up and walked forward with Vox right behind you, “don’t get your panties in a twist,” he chuckled. Smirking at his sentence, “can’t, I’m not wearing any,” you replied satisfied, not glancing at him and staying ahead.

Vox blushed a little, he hadn’t expected such a bold answer – scratch that, he should’ve known you’d answer like that. He picked up his pace in order to walk in front of you as he should, he was the boss after all, and you didn’t mind as you had an amazing view on his behind.

Stepping into the studio you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Katie Killjoy was by far one of the demons you hated most in this forsaken tower. She despised her co-moderator and wasn’t big on boundaries.

“Mr. Vox!” she exclaimed enthusiastically, leaning against the table, “to what do I own this pleasure?” You wanted to barf.

“Katie I was told there has been some issues?” a static hum erupted at the end of his sentence, keeping a charming smile on his face. Her features changed, “would you like to punish me?” she was close to spreading her legs whereas you were ready to rip her head off.

Vox could practically feel your blood pressure rising, it elevated his mood. “Fuck, no. It would be highly appreciated if you kept yourself composed on live television,” he was close to hypnotising her. She didn’t care, “oh, for you of course! You know you could always join me…,” again she tried seducing him.

That was the moment you decided to chime in, “Ms. Killjoy now that we settled this, why don’t you get back to your little show?” you asked too friendly – even for you.

The demon didn’t like that, “sweetie, my little show is perfect! Not that you would know anything about that as a nobody assistant,” her voice was condescending as she looked down on you. God, her grin angered you only further and she noticed it, noticed how a glare rested on your face. “I mean who really knows your name? Who even cares about you, the only good thing you’re for is printing paper.”

Vox closed his eyes for a second, he had two options; cut in before it escalated or watch you throw Katie through the studio. “Fuck you bitch,” it seemed you had decided for yourself what was about to happen.

You lunged forward, fully intent on ripping her throat out but a claw around your waist held you back. Katie had jumped back a little, surprised at your actions.

“Vox let me go!” you growled, completely ignorant to the fact that Vox expression was filled with rage. “What a pleasant chat, keep up the work!” he said with his usual static tone before dragging you out of the studio.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” his snapped, pushing you against the wall and caging you in between his arms. Your eyes widened, only now it dawned upon you what you had done.

“I have been gracious with you, when you touched me, when you flirted and showed your ass off while dropping pens on purpose,” he leaned in closer, “I didn’t rip your throat out when you forgot your manners, but I should’ve,” his voice dropped an octave causing a shiver to run down your spine. As attractive as you found Vox it slipped your mind for a second that he was one of the most powerful overlords.

You opened your mouth, but no sound came out, your head felt empty. Vox obviously picked up on it, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips, “don’t have anything to say darling? Just a few minutes ago you had quite the mouth on you….”

“Mhm, maybe I should punish you,” he pondered, not waiting for to answer – not that you could – and moved to grip your waist. Shoving you forward, you tried comprehending what was happening as he lead you to his living quarters of the tower. Once you realised where you were, you glanced at Vox in shock.

“Don’t look so disappointed, I wasn’t going to fuck you in that hall and give everyone a show. This is for my entertainment only,” he purred into your ear. Heat crawled up your neck, feeling his hands all over your body.

With a slight push you fell on his bed, holding yourself up on your elbows. “I have to admit, I thought about this...you on my bed, whining like a bitch. I would take my time, make you come on my tongue but now? I don’t think you deserve that anymore.” He ripped your blouse in two revealing your naked breasts, the cool air causing your nipples to perk up.

“Wearing a bra was too much work for you huh?” a claw slid down between your breast making goosebumps erupt on your skin. His finger sharp enough to slice your pants in half, “Vox!” you whined, he couldn’t just destroy all your clothes.

God, Vox could feel himself get harder at the sight of you completely naked in front of him, “gonna fucking ruin you, darling.”

He lifted his hands to undo his bow tie, throwing it away along with his blazer and rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. Your mouth watered at the sight above you, no dreams did him justice. Under his gaze you felt no ounce of shame, he watched you with lust and smirked when he noticed your thighs clenching.

Pushing his knees against the edge of his bed, he dragged a finger along your flesh. Close to your leaking pussy, before dipping into your pulsing heat. "You're soaked, tell me how long have you been walking around like a slut?" he curled his finger inside you with a smug grin.

You swallowed, trying to find some words. Never had you been intimidated and turned on at once. Vox pushed his finger deeper and pressed his thumb to your clit, "I want an answer," his eye spiraling for a split second.

Gripping the bed sheets tightly, "since I saw you in your office," you whimpered, bucking you hips against his hand. Your answer satisfied him enough to add another finger, "so if had bend you over my desk, I could've just slipped into your pretty cunt," he stated, circling your clit harshly. Desperately you nodded, hoping it would please him.

You moaned loudly as he hit that sweet spot inside you, moving in an even rhythm, "Vox, please," you pleaded without knowledge of what you were asking for.

Vox gave a low chuckle, showing off his sharp teeth, "did you really think I would let you come, after you pulled that little stunt...darling, the only way you will be coming tonight is on my cock – after you ask for permission." Removing all hand from you he started unzipping his pants

A low groan rippled from his throat as he freed his growing cock. You pondered if he would fit, his thick and girthy length making your mouth watered. This was the moment you anticipation since you're early days at VoxTech – never believing they would become reality. You spread your legs wider, allowing him to place himself between after throwing his clothes away.

Carefully he lined his angry tip up with your entrance. One hand resting next your face, Vox made sure to observe every twitch of yours muscles.

"Fuck, you're too big," you cried, hand shooting up to hold onto his clothed back. He wasn't completely seated in your cunt yet, "darling, remember this is what you wanted," he coed, thrusting himself deeper. "Then at least let me feel you!" with every passing second you became more frustrated. How could enjoy you, no piece of fabric in his path but deny you a sight you've been wanting for years?

"Mhm, fine," he agreed, your words feeding his ego. Removing his vest and dress shirt with one easy motion and giving you the chance to rake your pointy nails along his back.

However, he couldn't wait any longer. Vox needed to fuck you, not caring if you had adjusted to him. At first he moved his hips in slow, easy movements. Your breathy whines spurting him on to shove his cock harder into you. His pace was brutal, you could barley think anymore, you were sure he would leave bruises in your cunt.

Cabel like tentacles sprung from his back, tieing around your wrist to keep them bound above your head. "You're so fucking tight darling," a guttural groan slipping from his mouth.

You clenched your thighs as he hit your cervix. A ticklish feeling swirled in your lower stomach, while all you wanted to do was touch him, be impossibly close to him. Vox noticed how your eyes rolled in the back of your head, your nails digging into your palms, "I know I fucked you dumb, but darling if you don't ask, I won't let you come." There was no warmth in his tone, fully driven by lust and empowerment.

"Please–," you tried to speak up, though Vox slamming his cock deeper made you gasp and having to regain your brain cells. He of course smirked, knowing exactly what he had done, "come on, don't you wanna be my favourite assistent?" he taunted, laughing at your attempt.

You took a deep breath, "can I come Vox..., please I've been good," you cried, tears rolling down your cheeks. You didn't know how to hold an orgasm, all you could do was clench around him and beg to do as he said. "I don't know, I quite like you desperate," flicking your nipple between his teeth, he trusted upwards.

"Yes, yes, yes, Vox! Please, I beg you," you screamed, begging him for mercy. "Then come, slut," he commanded, never slowing down.

Your hands gripped the the sheets, head pressing against the mattress as your orgasm washed over you. “Vox, shit, fuck,” you cursed. You were fucked through your peak, the high was intense, and you wished it never decease. For a moment you forgot what was happening, but you were fastly reminded when he groaned and started breathing heavily.

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, make you my offical slut,” he hissed, claws around your throat as you bit your lower lip. Vox buzzed when he reached his orgasm, painting your velvet walls with his seed.

His pace became slower as he filled you up, slowly he pulled his cock out of you, little of his seed dripping from your cunt. "You know what this means darling?" he questioned, pushing his index and pointer finger inside to ensure his cum wouldn't be leaking out. You twitched, wincing at his rough actions.

"That I'm yours?" you dared to speak, receiving a dangerous expression from him. "Yes, darling and I'll make sure to remind everyday."

By now, you were over it, your life did a 180° turn and you couldn't be happier with the love of your life by your side. Vincent on the other had was glad you couldn't see the way his expression changed.

Eyes darkening, right eye twitching when you mentioned that someone made you feel miserable. "How awful of him, I'm sure he will get his karma," he whispered, trying to keep his voice from revealing his rising blood pressure.

"Oh, sure," you mumbled, yawning before sleep completely overtook you.

Vincent reached for his phone, scrolling through to gather every ounce of information he could find on your ex-boyfriend.

A week later, he announced to you that he would go on a work trip. "What? Since when?" you questioned, brows pinching together. He wasn't one to normally go on trips, and even if it wasn't on such short notice.

"Just now, doll! It'll only take two days, and I'm back at your command," he promised and pressed his lips to yours, slightly deepening and letting his tongue slip past your lower lip. "You're a distraction," he growled, "you married me," you chirped, patting his cheek.

Once he was in New York, he sought out your ex and cornered him in a cold alley. "Who the fuck are you dude?" he shouted at Vincent who cackled, "your end, boy."

With a calculated motion, Vincent slit his throat before pushing the tip of the knife against his chin to pry his neck open. "If someone hurts my wife, they pay with their life," he threatened him and watched him bleed out with a satisfied smirk.

When Vincent came home, you greeted him with a shocked expression, "my mom just called, Cal is dead...," you explained. "Oh, doll, what a tragic thing," he muttered, keeping his tone soft as he wrapped you in his arms. "Talk about karma...," you trailed off, still not believing what happened.

Vincent smirked, proud of his succeeded plan. No one would ever harm you again.

right?

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