Without fail, Neuvillette would always take any opportunity he had to go over Furina’s head and render all of her hard work useless. She couldn’t stand his superior attitude. The way he walks, so tall and strong, and never looks away from what he wants. Even if that is to be directly in her way.  

Heads turned as she marched towards his office. Her heels clicked against the linoleum floors with each irate step she took. 

Click, click, click. Down the hall. 

Click, click, click. The elevator. This really gave her time to think. That wasn’t good. 

She spent a good two minutes in the elevator, hating him in her head, while she rode up to his extravagant top floor office with a window view. 

Click, click, click. She exits the elevator. 

Click. She’s at his door. The door to his stupid fancy office, for his stupid fancy promotion, at this stupid fancy company. Not once does she think about knocking (he doesn’t deserve that) she bursts right in with an imposing thump. 

Neuvillete doesn’t even look up from his laptop while she rants at him, in the beginning. He’s used to it. She always calls him the same insults, and he already knows what it’s about anyway. No need to dignify her response. Furina is very predictably hot headed, and was easily ignored. 

Or he pretended to believe as much. His cheeks got redder and redder the louder and louder her arguments and protests grew. He had really pissed her off this time, he thought. It was almost cute the way she waved her arms at him. What he didn’t expect was for her to be this near him. A moment ago she was at the door, When had she gotten so close. She grabbed him by the tie. Her eyes, he could see the lashes so clearly, the way they section off, and they way her mascara lays on top of them. He could feel her breath. 

Contact. 

Her lips touched his and they collided. Neuvillete grasped onto Furina’s waist and pulled her into him until they were entirely entangled upon his office chair. Her lips were soft and tasted of her mango chapstick. She nipped at his lips, biting and sucking at them. She’d bite once hard and then lick it almost in apology. 

Their hands roamed over each other's bodies. Gripping , grasping, scratching. Furina’s nails dug into Neuvillette’s scalp, sending his hair into disarray, she pulled just to hear the growl he’d let out in the back of his throat. He grasped at her thighs, her neck, her waist. His slender hands are capable of such strength. 

Furina moved her kisses down to his neck. Sucking and biting. Neuvillette moaned and bared his neck to her. Any fear or surprise he had felt, melted away each time her lips touched his pale skin. She left purple marks behind, like a trail of trophies. Tokens of the battle she’d won. . 

He pulls the claw clip out of her hair and watches it fall around her face, while she sucks a bruise into his collarbone. He runs his fingers through the thick strands while she unbuttons his shirt. He basks in the feeling of her lips and tongue against his skin. Her little bites hurt, but he liked the pain when it came from her.

  Furina didn’t entirely know what had come over her. He was right there and she just couldn’t help herself. The feeling of his skin against hers was ecstasy. The sweetness on his lips was bliss. The soft muskiness of his skin was intoxicating. The metallic tang of his blood on her tongue was empowering. She felt untouchable. 

They were both flushed and out of breath when Furina’s lips ran into Neuvillette’s belt. She pulled away and paused for a moment, finally making eye contact with the man she was currently mauling. She didn’t waver once, not for a  moment. She only brought her hands to the buttons that held together her blouse, slowly undoing them and removing the delicate layers of cloth, her bare skin inches away from his touch.

Furina’s gaze didn’t budge once. Neuvillette couldn’t help but stare at the pert breasts before him. Her nipples had pebbled in the cold air, and he was mesmerized when she pinched them between her delicate fingers. 

Neuvillete’s hand went to his belt. If she wasn’t going to give him what he wanted, then he would. He may admire her warrior’s spirit, but he still wanted his pleasure out of this if he was going to play her little game.  His mind was racing; there was so much he wanted to do, and so much opportunity– he felt a hand swat him away from his crotch. 

“No. Still my turn.” Furina’s voice allowed no room for argument. 

She undoes his belt herself, and Neuvillette helps her push his slacks down. She licks him over his boxers. Warmth seeps through and Neuvillette lets out a groan. Furina leaves messy kisses all over his cock through his boxers, until they’re nearly soaked through in the center. Finally, she allows him to take them off. She couldn’t help but bask in his attention. She had the power now, and she can use it the same way he does. 

She still refuses to give his bare cock any attention. Furina kisses and bites all over Neuvillette’s skin. Her lips leave warmth behind where they touch. His thighs, his v line, his hips. Neuvillette’s member stands tall and proud, bumping against his stomach with its angry red tip. It only made Furina want to tease him longer.

She licks up the underside, tracing the veins, tasting the musk and precum when she sucks on the tip. She is determined to trace every vein. She licks him, and licks him and kisses him and mouths at the skin, until he’s soaked. 

When he’s groaning and moaning and completely delved in pleasure she starts to stroke him with her hand. Slowly she wraps her fingers around him, gripping tightly only stopping when Neuvillette groans. Then she strokes him. Slowly from top to bottom, rolling her hand over the tip. She would spit and lick everywhere she couldn’t be touching with her hand. The other hand caressed Neuvillette’s balls and he was in bliss. 

When he’s nearly at the edge, Furina pulls away. She kisses at his thighs, his abs, his chest, his hips, everywhere but where he wants her. Neuvillette is desperate, he’s fuming, he’s ready to do anything in order to get his release. 

That’s when Furina wraps her lips around his tip and sucks. She strokes him with her hand again, but this time she uses two, hard and fast. Right off the bat, the slapping of her hand echoed throughout the room. Neuvillette’s hands tangled in her long hair he’s so close he’s gonna– 

She pulls away once again, this time she is no longer touching him, only looking into his eyes with that steady glare. 

Neuvillette sees red. 

He pushes down with the hands tangled in furina’s hair, he feels the tightness encasing him convulse and hears Furina retching. It felt so good. He moved her up and down, her protests were worth nothing against his superior strength. 

Sometimes he forgot how small she was. How easy it was for him to control her. She was an ant compared to him. He couldn’t help but chuckle in between groans as he fucks her throat. The same woman that, only moments ago, was flaunting her power over him directly in his face. The same woman that took away what was his. 

He pushes down one last time and holds her there. Furina looks up at Neuvillette through watered eyes as she gags around him. His head was thrown back in pleasure, his eyes fluttered closed. She choked on his semen as he released down her throat, coughing even as he rode out his bliss, using her as though she were a toy. 

By the time Neuvillette was done she was breathing heavily, there was spit and cum all over her face, running down her nose, chin, neck. Her collar bones were covered in droplets of wet, and she was slick between the thighs. Neuvillette couldn’t care less about the condition she was in right now. He only grabs her by the waist, lifting her and pushing her roughly against the desk. Her breast smashed against the wood and a sharp pain hit her hip bones when her hips rammed into the ornate edges. 

Slender fingers danced around the edges of her skirt before hiking it up past her hips. The barrier of her tights was a nonissue as they seemed to disappear under Neuvillettes indelicate touch. 

“You were always so beautiful,” Neuvillette speaks as he runs his hand over Furina’s skin. “You have so much potential. Too bad you ruin it with that attitude of yours.” He punctuated his remark with a sharp slap. 

Furina whimpered and struggled against the desk. It was pointless, there was no true escape for her. She could only dig herself into a deeper hole. 

Neuvillette dug his fingers into the plush flesh that was furina’s things and spread her open. “Nice and wide for me, good job.” 

He licks a stripe up the center of her heat. The warmth crept through her every nerve and Furina let out a low moan. Neuvillette chuckles and delves in. He sucks on her folds and tongues at her clit. He licks inside of her, as though he is trying to extract all of her juices. He savors every bit of her flavor, until she’s dripping. Reaching a hand around to grip Furina’s face, Neuvillette growls, “suck.” 

Furina gladly obliges, tasting her own tangy wet on his fingers she takes them into her mouth. She slides her tongue over them and sucks hard, just as Neuvillette asked. All she wanted was his praise. Apparently she didn’t deserve it yet. Neuvillette harshly fucks her throat with his fingers, all the while scratching and groping at any bit of open skin he could see with his other hand. 

Finally, he pulls his fingers out of her mouth just to shove them inside her. He thrusted rough and steady, there was rhythm to it and it was relentless. Furina moans out with every stroke. 

“Does that feel good?” Neuvillette mocks, “I like your voice much better when you’re moaning. So much less annoying that way.” 

Furina begins to protest, but this is when Neuvillette begins to curve his fingers downward. They were pressing directly against that sweet spot with every pass, she couldn’t help but scream out. When her screams are the loudest he pulls his fingers from her and spreads her open. 

“Look at you, so stretched out for me.” His voice is so calm. So collected. So cold. No one would expect him to ram into her like he did. Certainly not Furina. She screamed out as he pressed against her cervix. Nothing had ever been this deep in her before and the sensation was completely overwhelming she couldn’t help but get lost in the pleasure. 

Neuvillette’s hips slammed against hers without mercy. She squeezes him just right, and he has all the power, so why not take what he wants. Who is she to keep him from that? So he did. He rammed into her over and over again. He listens to her screams and ignores her. She shakes and screams and drips. 

Every nerve in Furina’s body is on fire. Everything is too much. It feels so good. It hurts. That’s almost what makes it feel good. She is both so aware of every place that Neuvillette touches, yet she’s completely numb. Her neck, her back, her waist, her ass, her thighs. 

Neuvillette’s groans get louder. His thrust’s lose rhythm but none of their power. He chases his orgasm and doesn’t stop until he’s in pain. He shoots his seed into Furina.

 They’re pressed so close to each other.  Neither of them were really aware of their proximity before this. Now they were closer than they were ever meant to be. Furina slowly pulls out, careful not to hurt Furna any further than he might have already. 

Gently, he helps her up out of her bent position and sits her on top of the desk. She doesn’t say anything when he reaches for his tie, or as he wraps it around her wrist. 

“Is this okay?” He says. So quiet it’s almost a whisper. 

“Yes.” She says in return. 

Their eyes lock. This time their embrace is slower. More deliberate. Neuvillette’s lips brush furina’s and she gives a little nip to his bottom lip as they kiss. He almost smiles before nudging her back so that she’s laying on the desk. 

He crawls off of her and spreads her legs. She’s dripping, her stockings are a ripped mess, and her skin is all marked up from his fingers and nails. He kisses her thighs first. Gently. Slowly working his way in towards her center. This time it’s different. He licks her all over, sucking gently. 

Furina basks in the warmth that is Neuvillette’s lips. With every touch the knot in her core tightens. And tightens, and tightens. 

“Let go.” Neuvillette says, before taking one long pull on furina’s clit. 

Furina sees stars. 

Next thing she knows she’s no longer on the desk, but sitting in his comfy visitor's armchair. There’s no longer that tightness binding her wrists.  Warmth moved across her arm and she noticed that Neuvillette was there, holding her. Not restraining her. Cradling her. He had a washcloth and was wiping her down. 

Slowly and methodically he cleaned each of her body parts until they were free of bodily fluids. Then he helped her dress. Her ripped tights had been removed, but her skirt returned to its rightful place covering her hips. He clipped her bra on for her and helped her button her blouse. 

The last thing that Neuvillette did before sending Furina back to her office was hand her the claw clip he had removed from her hair. 

“You can put it back up, but I like it better down.” 

Furina smirked before turning on her heel and marching down the hall, her hair swinging behind her.