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The sharp noise of glass shattering echoed through the walls of the laboratory, cutting through the thick silence. Your eyes were glued to the floor, the viscous, red liquid spilling out onto the white floor, staining it.
“Shit.”
A shiver ran down your spine as a familiar voice was heard behind you. Sharp and cold as always, leaving no room for debate or excuses: “Was that my new serum?”
“I- uh…” You slowly turned around, being greeted by a tall man you were all too familiar with. “I’m sorry! It was an accident,” you tried to justify yourself, but you already knew it was pointless.
The man slowly approached you, taking small and measured steps. “You’re sorry, huh?” he spoke coldly, his voice laced with condescension. “You just wasted a sample I’ve spend MONTHS working on, gathering materials and finding the correct ratio of ingredients for it to be effective. And you… just treat it like a piece of trash. Something worthless.”
“I apologize, doctor. I didn’t mean to drop it! Please, I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time, I swear!”
Dottore was now standing just a few inches away from you. In the blink of an eye, he suddenly grabbed your chin roughly, keeping you in place and rendering you unable to move your gaze away. He let out a short and sharp laugh - which lacked any trace of humor. “Oh, you’ll be more careful next time, hm? What makes you think I could make use of such an incompetent and worthless creature like you? You’ve just proven how unfit you are for the position as my assistant.”
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, please let me prove my worth! I can still be of use, just give me a second chance.”
“Tsk…” you suddenly felt his grip tightening, being just short from starting to hurt. “A second chance? What makes you believe you’re deserving of that?”
The words got stuck in your throat. Any mistake could be your last now. You’ve seen what happened to previous subordinates of Dottore who disappointed him. And you surely didn’t want to share their fate.
“Then tell me, dear…” he gently ran his thumb up your jaw. “In what way do you think you can still be useful to me after your rather, disappointing little mishap?”
“I can be very useful. I could assist you in taking notes, writing reports or by assisting you in any other way you might need,” you said hesitantly, his thumb on your skin making you feel quite uncomfortable and helpless.
The Harbinger paused, as did the movement of his thumb. He didn’t say anything and although you couldn’t see his eyes because of his mask, you had the feeling that he was watching your every move intently. Every breath and twitch of your facial muscles. He was assessing you, making mental notes and considering something.
“I have no use for someone who can’t even hold a vial without dropping it,” he stated plainly, his thumb slowly moving down your jaw, gripping your chin between his thumb and index finger. “You’re not deserving of the title as my assistant. Though, I suppose you could have other uses,” he mused. His tone was plain as always, yet you couldn’t help but notice a slight change in it. It was difficult to identify what it was, but it made your skin crawl.
He let go of your chin, his hands moving to rest behind his back. Dottore took a few slow steps, vanishing out of your sight and moving to stand behind you, very close to your backside. You could feel his hot breath against the side of your neck, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. “You know,” he began to murmur close to your ear, “I haven’t had the chance to relieve my pent-up stress in quite a while.” He placed both of his hands on your waist, pulling you slightly closer to him. “That’s something you could be useful for. And it would suit you quite well, don’t you think so, my dear?”
His presence so closely behind you was almost overwhelming. And mixed with his slow and steady breathing against your skin, it was starting to affect you; in more ways than one. Your mind was in overdrive, you tried to come up with something, ANYTHING to respond with, but to no avail.
You were suddenly pushed against the desk not far away, your abdomen hitting the edge of the cold desk. Dottore leaned over you, pinning you firmly against the desk with his weight, his hands moving from your waist to rest on the surface of the desk beside you. Caging you in between his arms, leaving no space to escape his grasp. “Your incompetence is really starting to get on my nerves,” he whispered against your ear, his voice slightly rougher and huskier and there was that slight change in tone again. It sounded… dangerous, a mix of many different suppressed feelings. Mainly anger, desire and frustration.
You placed your hands on the desk in front of you, propping yourself up to support your own, as well as Dottore’s weight. “I-” you began to stutter, but you didn’t get far with your attempt.
“Keep your mouth shut. I don’t want to hear another word from you,” he growled into your ear, one of his hands moving to rest on your stomach. Your body immediately tensing up in reaction to his movement, your breathing becoming more rapid.
The Harbinger’s hand slowly traveled under your shirt, feeling the bare skin of your stomach underneath his fingertips. “I don’t tolerate such sloppy work, especially from my own assistant,” before you had the chance to react, he pressed you more firmly against the desk, his lips finding their way to your neck – leaving a path of kisses on the side of it. You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to suppress a small moan, which was threatening to slip past your lips.
His weight on your back was causing your mind to go fuzzy and the feeling of excitement suddenly rushed through your body, making you feel hot and weak. As Dottore continued trailing kisses down your neck, he became rougher, his hand on your stomach pressing you firmly against him. Soon enough, you felt something hard poking against your behind and he groaned against your skin. The sudden sensation sent another rush of excitement through your entire body, pooling in your lower abdomen.
His lips broke contact with your neck as his hand moved up your stomach to rest on your chest. “At least you’re good for something,” he whispered before biting down on your neck, causing a jolt of both pain and pleasure through your body. This time, you couldn’t help but gasp in response, your fingers slightly digging into the hard, wooden surface of the desk.
“I’ll make sure that you’ll never make such a mistake again,” he said slightly breathless, pulling away from your neck, leaving a visible mark. Meanwhile, his hand was now cupping your right breast, giving it a gentle squeeze while his other hand comes to rest on your hip. You could clearly feel his length through his trousers, the feeling driving you crazy.
Dottore slowly but steadily applied more pressure onto your breast, his hips pushing roughly against you, getting more impatient with every second that passed. “You’re going to be good and take whatever I give you, won’t you, doll?”
A soft moan escaped your throat, having trouble forming any coherent thoughts. “Yes,” you managed to whisper, feeling the need building up in your stomach, getting stronger and stronger with each moment.
“Good.”
The Harbinger pulls his hand away from your breast, placing it on your back. With a sudden movement, he pushes you forcefully to the desk, your torso being pinned down against its hard surface. You were now forced into a bent position, completely at his mercy and vulnerable.
His hand travels down your back lazily, placing itself in front of your hip, playing with the edge of your pants. “I should have done that a long time ago,” he purred against the shell of your ear while his other hand joins in, slowly unbuttoning your pants. A shiver went down your spine and you could feel the anticipation building up inside you.
He slowly pulled down your pants to your knees, one hand moving to rest just at the edge of your underwear, teasingly tracing the fabric. He places his other hand on his own pants, repeating the process on himself. Dottore let out a low groan against your ear, his index finger sliding under your panties to feel your skin.
“What a perfect body,” he whispered, gently moving a second finger under your panties, “And just for me.”
Your knees felt like they turned into jelly, his presence and words clearly affecting you in ways you’d rather not admit. In one swift move, he pulled down your underwear, revealing you completely to him. You couldn’t help the surprised and slightly excited gasp from escaping your lips. The heat having spread to your intimate parts and the slight throbbing of your core making you feel dizzy and needy.
“And such cute little sounds,” his finger slowly traced down your skin before stopping on your clit, resting on it. A soft whimper escaped you in reaction to his touch. “And so needy for me,” he gently bit your earlobe and started moving his finger – gently rubbing your clit.
It was difficult to think, you were completely overwhelmed by his touch and your own desires. Your own reactions, your heat and Dottore’s finger driving you crazy. His other hand joined in, resting on the small of your back, keeping you in his desired position.
Suddenly, you felt something long and hard between your legs, rubbing your skin. He pulled away from your earlobe and let a sharp groan escape his throat, his length slightly twitching between your legs. A moan slips through your own lips in response to him, the need and desperation almost becoming unbearable.
“Please…” you managed to whisper with much struggle.
Dottore’s movement became faster, and his other hand slid up your back, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing your head back. “Please, what?”
“Plea- please… fuck me”
His grip on your hair tightened and he growled at your response, “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
He pulled back his hips, his length leaving your legs, making you feel oddly empty and desperate. Dottore repositioned himself behind you and without warning, he thrusts into you, giving you no time to prepare or adjust yourself. “F- fuuuck-” you groan not having expected this sudden movement and his size. Your body instinctively arched itself against him.
“That’s the only use you have for me now,” he said breathlessly, moving his hips back before thrusting himself into you again. A row of moans left your throat, your body shaking at the intense sensation you were experiencing.
His speed increased, as did his frustration and need. He pulled at your hair, forcing you to expose your neck more. Without hesitation, he leaned down, kissing and sucking at your neck as if in a frenzy, while his hips continued their movements at a steady pace. He groaned impatiently against your neck, pushing his cock as deep into you as possible. It was such an intense sensation it was making your head spin. You had lost the ability to control your moans and body reactions a long time ago, but you didn’t care. It didn’t matter right now.
The only thing that mattered right now was the feeling of him inside of you, using you for his own pleasure.
The moans and gasps were now becoming more frequent, and the Harbinger’s speed and rhythm increased steadily. “Ahh, I’m so close,” barely left your lips before another moan threatened to escape your throat.
He continued his movements, breathing heavily against your neck as he left another mark on your skin. Your body involuntarily squirmed, your breath catching in your throat. A sudden warmth spread through your entire body. Dottore’s breath was shaky and hot against you, his lips slowly leaving your skin as he tried to catch his breath.
You felt completely exhausted, the only thing you were capable of doing was lying on the desk, trying to catch your breath. His hand slowly untangled from your hair before being pulled away completely. His other hand slid to your hip in a firm but still somewhat gentle grip.
Dottore slowly pulled out of you, a string of bodily fluids connected the two of you for a moment before breaking off. The feeling of warm cum slowly dripping down your slit and onto your thighs and floor clouded your mind.
If that was your new purpose, you could get used to it.