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You sensed things were going to go wrong the moment you stepped foot in the office that morning. None of the other employees took their eyes off you, whispering to each other as if they were alone, as if you were not right there, right next to them, looking like abandoned puppy, not even understanding what was going on.
Even Floris, who worked as an analyst in the marketing department alongside you, seemed tense, avoiding conversation during downtime. Every time you tried to strike up a casual talking with some co-worker, the atmosphere around you immediately grew tense.
Throughout your shift, you spent the entire time cringed in the chair, head lowered to avoid eye contact. There were no clues as to what was happening there, until you heard a deep voice calling your last name as you were starting to pack your things to leave, like everyone had done.
The voice of your boss, Aegon Targaryen.
The man who always made every female employee in the company's legs tremble with desire. In your case, most of the time in the last few weeks, they trembled for a different reason. Hesitation.
"I need to speak with you. Alone."
Aegon was not a typical rude boss.
He was not like those CEOs characters portrayed in movies or erotic romantic books. He was not a big guy, that kind who wore white dress shirts with buttons almost bursting. And he also did not have a mysterious personality that would make it impossible to be close to him.
Aegon was not any of that.
His personality drew smiles and laughter wherever he went. He chatted with his employees, made jokes, praised their performances and ideas, even invited them to hang out to enjoy a few shots at a pub near the company headquarters. Every man wanted to be Aegon's friend or wanted to be him. Every woman wanted to fuck with him.
For months after you were hired, you too felt that growing desire — almost strangely familiar — when you saw him wearing that simple black suit, or when you heard his laughter as he chatted with another employee. Even though you were kind of shy to talk to him all alone, you admired him from afar, sighing and thinking about him when you got home, texting your friends about how hot and funny your boss looked.
You had not been immune to Aegon Targaryen's charm, watching him from a distance even though he never noticed you.
Or at least that was what you thought. Your glances were no unfamiliar to him. He noticed you every time, much more than you expected. By the time you realized that attraction to him was reciprocated, it was already late. What started as a silly crush on your boss quickly turned into something... Creepy. And not in a good way during those last few weeks. And definitely not in a good way during that particular day either.
"Sit down." Aegon cut through the silence like a razor. The uncharacteristically rude tone made you hesitate, staggering to the chair and sitting there, your back to him, waiting for him to pass you and sit at his own large desk.
Which did not happen. Instead, you heard the footsteps of Aegon's leather dress shoes approaching you from behind. His large hands landed on your shoulders, eliciting a low gasp from you. So low that Aegon would not even have heard it if he had not already been leaning closer to you, closer to your ear...
You could feel his warm breath on the back of your neck, the scent of cigarettes mixed with the woody fragrance he wore every day inundating your senses. "Mr. Targaryen..."
Aegon could not help but frown. Your shaky voice sounding like music to his ears, but the exaggerated formality was kind of a turn off. "Just Sir, darling. No needs to be that formal anymore, okay? Especially after what you did..."
After what you did? What the hell was that supposed to mean?
"Mr. Targ— S-Sir..." You corrected yourself in time, tilting your neck to the side slightly to see him better as he walked around, letting go of your shoulders to lean against the desk in front of you, his hands resting on either side of it, fingers drumming on the marble furniture...
For over a minute, your focus on the truly important matter was fading, and you found yourself concentrating too hard on something you should not have: his appearance. "I... I don't know what you're talking about."
Aegon scoffed at your words. Not that playful sound all employees were accustomed to hearing during their work hours, when Aegon decided to take a few minutes to chat with the rest of the team. Not that sound. This one was different. Bitter. Raw.
Cruel, even.
You did not dare look up to meet his gaze. The last thing you wanted in that moment was to look at his expression...
Aegon seemed to sense your silent refusal and lack of courage, tilting his head to the side with mock concern. "What's wrong, darling? It's disrespectful not to look your superior in the eye, y'know."
Your superior. Your superior. That word suddenly felt quite creepy, you could not even retort back, much less obey him.
If it were not for Aegon's hand grabbing your chin, you probably would have continued like that for longer. "Look at me. Look at me, you ungrateful little slut." His grip tightened, leaving no room for complaint. Finally obeying, you lifted your head straight up, wide eyes now meeting his blue ones, which were darker than usual. "Why can't you look at me properly, uh? Feeling scared?"
His palm pressed hard against your skin, and you had to force yourself to swallow and nod. Still, it was not enough. Aegon wanted words as an answer. "I am. You're scaring me." Aegon continued to stare at you without breaking eye contact, fingers crushing your cheeks until he finally sighed, pushing your face back as he released his grip.
Silence reigned once more inside the office. Nothing could be heard in the room that smelled of printed papers and French perfume, nothing but your ragged breathing or the brief wet noise of Aegon's tongue poking the inside of his own cheek. That time, you did what he had ordered you to do, his frown quickly turned into a smirk. "Good girl."
You swallowed hard at the mockery, but struggled to remain firm, it was nothing more than a pathetic attempt to calm yourself. "I've no idea why you're accusing me, Sir."
Aegon raised an eyebrow at hearing such courage in defending yourself. Despite the fact that your voice was shaky, it was still intriguing how you were at least trying. Always being so quiet during duty hours... At first, Aegon thought you would cry at the accusations or get up and run away. Contrary to what he imagined, you were doing neither.
For now.
"Then I'll be clearer this time..." Aegon began again, dark blue eyes still glued to yours. "About the things you exposed a few weeks ago. What you saw at the pub that night, what you thought would be okay to gossip."
The color drained from your face immediately, you had to take a deep breath to keep from doing exactly what Aegon expected you to do — try to run away from that talk.
It would be shameful to act like a coward when you knew you were the dumb one, just as it also seemed a bad idea to stay there to confess what you had done.
And the worst part? There was nothing left to confess anyway. Aegon knew what you had seen. He knew what you had gossipped about. And yet he seemed intent on interrogating you as if you were a foolish child who could not keep even a simple secret.
The way he approached you, he was indeed treating you as if he were about to not only scold you, but also physically punish you.
"I'm surprised you're not denying the obvious." Aegon crossed his arms, that smug smile returning. "Can you tell me what you saw, darling? I assume since you were so willing to talk about my personal life to Miss Baratheon, you won't have problems telling me the same."
You clenched your fists, feeling the first stirrings of frustration. "You know what I saw. You only brought me here 'cause you wanna buy my silence."
"Buy your silence? Are you so stupid that you think I'd really bother to do that?"
Before you could register what was happening, Aegon's palm was closed around your arm, eliciting a low cry of pain as you were pulled away from the chair. You opened your mouth to scream, only to be cut off in the same instant by his other hand.
Letting out a low chuckle, Aegon tightened his grip and also pressed his hand harder against your face, delighted at the sight of your chest rise and fall from the sudden lack of air.
It was as satisfying as seeing a little mouse in a trap after months of failing to capture it.
"Don't scream." It sounded like an order, not a request. "Stay still and accept everything I'mma do to you, understand?"
Even though you squirmed, searching for some way to get away, he did not spare you for a second. Instead, he slammed your body against the marble desk, a loud cry echoing through the walls afterwards.
If workday had not already ended, someone would surely have knocked on the door to find out what was going on inside. However, there was only you and Aegon there — and a few security guards Aegon paid well enough that they did not care about anyone but their boss.
"You can't tell your friend that you saw me slip drugs into a girl's drink at the pub and expect to get away with that."
Damn Floris... She had promised not to say anything to anyone. You had been quite clear about the gravity of the situation when you told her how your random Saturday night had ended. What was supposed to be a few hours alone in a pub after work had turned catastrophic.
You remembered very well seeing Aegon passing by the other side of the pub with some friends — friends who had nothing to do with the company, but who were probably also rich businessmen, considering their expensive clothes. They seemed to be having fun together, drinking and talking about things you could not quite understand. Seeing your boss in such an informal setting felt like something out of a rom-com movie. For a few minutes you considered approaching him, being seen as more than just one of his random employees...
Which did not go so well. Before you even got close enough to be noticed, a young woman had already caught Aegon's eye. You told yourself it did not matter, passing the night in the same way you were doing from the beginning — although you occasionally cast curious glances at Aegon's group of friends.
None of them noticed you there. Until you saw what you should not have: your boss discreetly slipping a pill into the drink of the woman he was flirting with. You did not need to be a chemistry expert or a "true crime documentaries" addict to know what Aegon had put there. You felt a knot the your stomach, forcing yourself to stay still on the bar stool you were sitting on, watching as the woman slowly began to loosen up, until she was so horny and euphoric that she begged Aegon and his friends to take her to one of their houses to fuck her then.
The sight was nauseating, you got up to leave in a hurry. The first mistake. Some guy bumped into you halfway, not strong enough to knock you over, but sudden enough to catch the attention of a few people nearby, including Aegon.
He furrowed as he realized what was happening. Then you swallowed hard, pretending not to notice his presence and hailing a taxi to leave the pub.
He knew you had seen him, also he knew you would not question him about it. You needed to keep your job, after all. Without it, you had barely have enough money to pay the apartment rent, which you had been paying by yourself since your engagement ended the year before, due to an one-night stand on your bachelorette party. If you were fired, you had barely be able to pay the rent. So maybe it was better to keep Aegon's cruel act in secret and move on, going against your own principles...
For a few weeks, you had been under the illusion that Aegon would not talk about what had happened. Maybe he would not even remember...
However, you made another stupidity: telling Floris about what had been bothering you. At first, she was shocked. Minutes later, she simply turned serious, saying she would not tell anyone.
Big mistake.
"What? Did you think she'd actually believe what you said? Yesterday that whore came running to me, telling me you'd made up lies. Of course, I told her not to tell anyone else, but I also told the rest of the team that you made a serious mistake against company rules. Those idiots didn't even question what exactly it was about, they drew their own senseless conclusions..." Aegon chuckled, sensing the gears in your head turning. "Can you believe that they were already spreading fake rumors about you yesterday? Whatever, it seems everyone always expected your worse."
He was close to you again, roughly placing you on your back on the desk with legs hanging out, wasting no time in lifting your midi black pencil skirt until the hem was above the waistband of your panties, which he took off and throw on the floor, giving you no time to do anything but squirm.
"S-STOP! Let go of me! Let go of me!" Your desperate screams filled the room, your legs trying to kick at any part of Aegon's body.
He was faster, though, moving his arm forward to grab your neck. "Felt so empathetic about what my friends and I did to that girl, didn't you? That we took advantage of her..." His fingers closed around you, each sentence tightening the grip. "Think that at least she was drugged, she had fun. You, on the other hand..."
The black panties discarded on the side of the desk should have been the last thing keeping your dignity. Now, there was nothing to delay the process. With your legs spread wide, you were a sight to behold in Aegon's eyes. Positioned between them, he could see perfectly your pussy: smooth folds, devoid of any natural lube.
Aegon wished he could bury his face between your thighs to eat you out, making you squirt all over his face like a good whore, but he also knew the fuss you would make if he took too long would be more stressful than it already was.
As he released your neck, Aegon grabbed one of your calves to lift it up, so that it would be easier for him to position himself better. His other hand slid down to his own dark gray dress pants, unzipping them in a suspicious ease. You wondered if he had done that other times in the past, besides with that woman...
You felt sick at the sight of his thick cock, its tip dripping with precum. It would look so hot if only you had wanted to fuck with him right then. Instead, you were being forced, your free leg trembling, your eyes filling with tears. Not crying seemed impossible, sobs escaping even before Aegon thrust inside you, cries growing louder as he pushed his entire length in one go.
Aegon's lips parted in a groan. Yours in a cry of pain, muffled by the palm of the man on top of you.
"S-Shit, still so fucking tight..." Aegon whispered to himself, his gaze darting to where your bodies met. Your pussy engulfed his cock like a fleshlight — much warmer inside —, its walls tightening around him. "That pretty little pussy feels so good around my fat cock, darling. Wanna cum for me?"
Tears streamed down your cheeks like waterfalls, more sobs coming out muffled at his cruel teasing. The cramp in your calf was nothing compared to the ache you felt inside, no lube that could turn the experience less painful. After all, why would Aegon give you any kind of relief if his goal since from the start was to make you pay for daring to tell anyone about that night?
His hips slammed against you, faster and faster, despite his initial desire to prolong your punishment. Looking at you beneath him made a small part of him hesitate a little bit — the part that liked to catch you admiring him during the work hours and then see the heat rising in your cheeks —. He gritted his teeth, releasing your leg and putting his palm away from your mouth, his upper body towering over your vulnerable frame.
For a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you. Thought that his full lips would meet yours in a soft kiss, that you would wake up in your chair and realize that everything had been a nightmare, that maybe you had fallen asleep without even realizing it...
Any hint of hope dissolved at the smirk he gave you. "Tsk tsk. You never stopped being a dumb little thing, did you? Still so cute, so easy to manipulate..."
Aegon pulled out of you, only to thrust hard once more. And again, and again, and again...
Your throat burned, each whimper pain racing your own heart with the intensity of the desperation. He did not care about your fists pounding on his chest, his eyes darkening while his high came closer, a stark contrast to how bright they seemed in everyday life.
You chose to look away, biting your lower lip to keep from whimpering too loud. Luckily for you, Aegon did not mind the breaking of eye contact, allowed you to dissociate from what was happening, lying there and being fucked like a rape doll.
It did not take long for Aegon's breath to become labored, grabbing one of your breasts through the white dress shirt you wore and slapping your thigh. The heavy sensation in his balls grew until it was hard to hold on any longer. He groaned while the last thrust hit deep inside your pussy, filling it with sticky cum.
You let out soft moan, a pathetic sound, actually. Even though you did not try to move yet, your legs trembled with the intensity of the moment, and you lifted your head to stare at Aegon's face. He was still inside you, his thick cock softening as his breathing slowly steadied.
Aegon pulled out, pleased to watch his cum leaking from your swollen hole, dripping onto the floor. "Lesson learned?"
You stood, tripped over your own feet, not saying anything. With sweaty hands, you quickly pulled down your skirt, ignoring the overwhelming pain throughout your body or the urge to throw up, hating the sensation of your boss's seed drying on your skin.
"I'm keeping that." He took the panties from your hand, his sudden proximity making you flinch in fright.
Aegon tucked the fabric into one of the desk drawers, his dress pants already zipped up again. "Y-You're disgusting... Sick, a fucking creepy." He rolled his eyes at your insults, finding each one more amusing and pathetic than the last. "I should—"
"Should what? Uhm? Tell me." His voice grew firm, making you cringed where you were, not daring to move an inch closer to him.
Aegon slammed the drawer shut, turning completely to face you, the previous smug expression now darkened, a reflection of the cruelty he hid around his employees.
When you did not answer, Aegon snorted, running a hand through his sweat-dampened dark blond hair. "Let's be honest, no one will believe you. Who would will believe I raped my own employee? That I raped a random pretty woman at the pub too?" By the melancholic look on your face, it was clear that the unexpected surge of guts in your heart would not last more than five minutes, at most. It would not be long before you left his office crying. "Go ahead, darling, tell them. And I'll make sure everyone knows you only got your position by being a whore."
Only got your position by being a whore? What...
"It's a shame your engagement ended last year. I bet the poor guy doesn't even know the man who fucked his ex-fiancée after her bachelor party is now her boss."
"You're lying..." You could feel the vomit threatening to escape your throat. "That's a lie... You don't—"
"I don't blame you for not remembering me that night. You were pretty drunk... Or high, I'd say." A smirk played on Aegon's lips, and he raised an eyebrow. "It was worth hiring you over those other candidates... Your pussy feels as tight as I remember, darling."
Aegon did not wait for an answer, grinning when he heard the sound of you throwing up. The way you hurriedly left, staggering and slamming the door shut was all he needed to know you understood what he meant.