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It was early into the morning hours and you had been painstakingly working at your station for the last three hours, attempting to complete your research for the day.
You had been working at Rhodes Hill for approximately two years now under the guidance of Dr. Victor Gideon. Initially, you questioned whether you made the right decision in choosing Rhodes as your place of employment. Victor was meticulous and expected nothing but perfection. Anything else would result in immediate termination or worse, being used as one of his new test subjects. You had learned to keep your head down, not ask questions, and just do what was expected of you. And, of course, make all attempts to not get on Victor’s bad side.
Over time, you found your groove and things came naturally to you. You were always on time with your deadlines, assisted other scientists in the lab, and were diligent about turning in nothing less than exemplary notes.
Your actions did not go unnoticed, either. Victor was quick to recognize your capabilities and even quicker to test the limits of said capabilities. No matter how much additional work he assigned to you, it was always completed and placed neatly on his office desk by the end of the day. It pleased him to know that at least someone in his lab was capable of keeping up with his demands. There was a part of him that also felt a sort of sadistic gratification in watching you frantically try to meet his requests. It didn’t take long for you to become his favorite researcher.
You couldn’t remember exactly when it had all started, but at some point Victor began to give you more attention. Usually, Victor would spend the majority of his time locked away in his office. It was uncommon for him to spend more than a few minutes in the lab, at least when it was full of people. He preferred doing his experiments alone, so people claimed. One day, however, he just started popping in.
He would walk over to your station, paying no mind to everyone else who practically cowered in his general vicinity. Victor would grab your most recent notes off the table and read them over in silence, then gently place them back on the table, offering a brief “very good” or “excellent work” before retreating straight back into his office. Eventually, conversation became more frequent between the two of you. Victor would call you into his office to discuss what you were currently working on, offering guidance on what to look for next (which was never really needed; he honestly just wanted any excuse to talk to you, for reasons he couldn’t quite deduce).
All of the responsibilities bestowed upon you by Victor left you working a lot of late nights, which of course, meant more time spent under his gaze. The two of you subsequently began to grow more familiar with each other and you found yourself developing a sense of admiration for the man. It didn’t take long for that admiration to ebb into something deeper for you. Initially you tried to force away any thoughts of attraction towards Victor. He was your boss, for one, and he had never come across as the type to be interested in sex or relationships. His work was his greatest passion and you knew that. But that didn’t stop your mind from drifting, late at night once you were finally in the comfort of your own bed. Thoughts of Victor would flood your head; how his tall frame would loom over you from behind when he would come over to your station, the feeling of his hand pressing against your shoulder while he gave you small praise in that smooth, calculating voice of his. God, his voice did something to your insides. You would be lying if you said you didn’t get off to just the thought of Victor’s voice alone.
Currently, however, your mind was occupied by the work in front of you. Earlier Victor had asked you to compile reports of all of the failed attempts with the recent test subjects and what further options had yet to be explored. In total, there were 17 subjects, each with thick files of documentation from Victor himself that you had to read through in order to determine what the next steps for them would be. Of course, he had decided to ask you about this as it was exactly 6:30. You were finally on the last report, writing down the final details before you would consider the task complete. A glance at the clock told you that it was just past 10. This was definitely one of the longer days you'd had in a while.
It didn't take you much more time to finish up and you took one last look through at everything before clipping the pages together. You stood up from your chair and stretched, then grabbed the papers and began the trek over to Victor's office. Your lab wasn't horrendously far, but you still had to walk down a few hallways to get there. The center was quiet at this hour. Patients had been long asleep by now and a majority of the staff had gone home, aside from an overnight nurse or two. Most people would consider it eerie - how the sound of one's footsteps echo, how the dim lamps hardly do anything to light your way. But you had grown to find a sense of comfort in the old place.
When you rounded the corner to Victor's office, you could see that the light was on and the door was cracked slightly ajar. Odd, you knew Victor well enough by now to know he always kept his door shut when he was working. He must be off in another part of the center right now. You went in anyways, too tired to wait around for whenever he might possibly return. Scattered across his desk you could see various sketches with notes scribbled on the sides of them, no doubt discussing new theories on his beloved project. He never stopped studying, writing, discovering. He was truly dedicated.
You were just setting your stack of papers onto the desk when you heard the shuffle of a footstep from behind. You didn't have to guess who it was. You turned around and gave Victor a small smile.
“I finished the reports you had asked for earlier.”
“Ah, yes,” he took another step into the room, “I was just about to stop by to see how you were coming along. Good work.”
A warm sensation developed in the pit of your stomach.
“It's no problem. Did you need anything else before I leave, Victor?”
He stroked his chin for a moment, cocking his head to the side while the lenses of his goggles focused onto your face. Then, he let out a sigh and smiled.
“No, I believe I’ve kept you here long enough already.”
Something about Victor felt off. He looked exhausted and you could tell there was something pressing on his mind. “Forgive me, doctor, but is everything alright?”
“Hah..” He took slow strides over to the leather chair at his desk and sat down, taking off his goggles in the process. “Just Zeno attempting to control everything again while he doesn't understand the intricacies of what we do here. Damn bastard.”
Victor had mentioned Zeno once or twice to you, in fits of anger. He was Victor’s second hand in command and, from what you gathered, also the source of Victor’s funding. Based on the few remarks Victor had made about him, Zeno seemed like a downright pain in the ass. You couldn’t blame him for getting heated after every interaction with the man.
You sat down in the chair across from him. “How about you go through those new drawings of yours with me? Take your mind off things for a bit?”
Victor perked up at the suggestion, instantly shoving some of his diagrams in your direction. Once he got asked about his work, he turned into a new person. You honestly loved it when he became this animated. Victor ran through everything in detail, pointing out some of his spark notes and providing a comprehensive explanation to them. You sat there and listened to him for fifteen minutes, taking in every word of his. By the time he was finished with his rambling ons, Victor looked up to meet your eyes. Your face was smug.
“Better?” You asked.
Victor leaned back in his chair, a smirk forming on his lips. “Quite, thank you.” Your presence really did put him at ease. It was one of the few moments where his mind felt like it was able to take a breather.
You rolled your shoulders, rubbing a knot that was beginning to form at the base of your neck. Victor could sense your fatigue without even having to ask. He had been keeping you late nearly every day for the last two weeks. Dark bags had begun to form underneath your eyes and it was obvious that you hadn't been eating enough. You were starting to look pale.
“Are you doing alright?” Concern laced Victor’s voice.
“O-oh, yeah, of course. Never better.” You tried to sound as convincing as possible.
Without second thought, Victor rose from his chair and walked over to stand behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving it a squeeze.
“You are quite tense. Allow me to take care of that for you.”
Did you hear him right? Victor Gideon offering you a massage? There was no way in hell you would turn that down. You nodded silently, urging him to continue.
You just about melted on the spot. His pressure was firm but not enough to cause pain and he knew exactly which muscles to focus on. Your head rolled forward and you sighed in satisfaction at the relief Victor was providing you. He worked your shoulders thoroughly, the large size of his hands allowing his thumbs to reach deep under your shoulder blades. It was exactly what you needed after the long day you’d had.
One of Victor’s hands shifted to your neck suddenly and began massaging up to your scalp. His hand was cold and the feeling caused goosebumps to form on your skin. An image of Victor’s hand around your throat appeared in your head. Your core clenched. Fuck, fuck, you should not be thinking about that sort of thing right now. Those were at home thoughts only. You couldn’t control the way your body was beginning to heat up though.
Victor, of course, took notice. How could he not? He could sense a shift in heartbeat just from a flick of his tongue. He let out a questioning hum and explored further, gently brushing your hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear. A shiver escaped up your back.
“Interesting…”
Victor bent down to match your height, hand still resting on the nape of your neck, and breathed in deeply. “Tell me,” he whispered into your ear, “how often have you fantasized having my hands on you?”
“I-” You had no response to come up with, giving you away immediately.
Victor let out a chuckle then slowly dragged his tongue up the side of your neck to the base of your ear. He hummed again. “Exquisite..”
You were on fire now. It was taking everything in you to not throw yourself at Victor that very second. Wetness began to pool in your panties.
“I believe,” he nipped at your earlobe, “further examination may be necessary.”
“Victor…” you sighed.
With a few swift movements, Victor had you out of your seat and on top of his desk. He stepped in between your legs, closing any remaining space that was between the two of you and boxing you in with his arms. You barely met his chest with how he currently towered over you.
“Where does it ail you the most?”
You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. You were painfully aware of every nerve in your body.
“E-everywhere.” You struggled to get the word out.
Victor grabbed your chin between his fingers and directed your face up. His eyes bore into yours like daggers.
“I believe I will need you to be more specific, my dear.”
Your cheeks turned bright red. Too embarrassed to say the words aloud, you touched your breasts, “Here,” then lowered your hand down in between your legs, “and here.”
Victor cocked his head to the side and a smile spread over his face, showing off the golden shine of his teeth. “That's a good girl.”
Ohhh god. Your core began to clench again. You wanted to squeeze your thighs together to give yourself some bit of stimulation but with Victor standing between them, you were shit out of luck.
“Now,” he tsk’d, “what shall we do about that?”
His hand lowered and he palmed your chest, squeezing tightly. Victor began to massage your breast and you arched into him, holding onto the edge of the desk for support. His fingers moved to your now hard nipple that poked through your shirt. He pinched it hard, eliciting a moan from you. His head drooped down to your level again and he licked the line of your jaw, inching closer towards your lips. Before you knew it, his mouth was crashing onto yours. The kiss was rough and fervent. Both tongues fought for dominance over the other. Victor continued his ministrations to your nipple and you hummed into his mouth.
Victor's other hand drew you closer with a tug on your waistline and deepened the kiss. You bit his bottom lip in response. For a moment, you wondered if you had actually fallen asleep at your station and were dreaming. Another hard pinch to your nipple confirmed that you were, in fact, wide awake. You reached up and grabbed the edges of Victor’s coat, bringing his body flush against yours. A large bulge pressed into your abdomen. Fuck. Victor was hard and, from what you could tell, very generously endowed. Your insides fluttered again and you made feeble attempts to grind against his tented length.
Victor broke off the kiss with a groan. His breathing was ragged and his pupils were blown.
“It appears someone is ready for the rest of their treatment.” He smirked.
Victor’s hands maneuvered to the button of your pants, quickly undoing it and pulling them off of you, taking your panties along with them. He discarded your pants onto the floor, your now bare ass feeling the cold surface of the desk. Your panties, however, he tucked into the breastpocket inside his coat. Guess you’ll be walking home commando tonight. He guided you down to where your back was flat against the desk and then stepped back, staring at you as if you were his new prized experiment. You tried bringing your legs together, already missing the contact from his body, but Victor stopped you with his thigh.
He bent down onto his knees, eyes now level with your exposed cunt. By now, it was dripping. He placed a finger in between your folds, swiping down to your entrance in an agonizingly slow manner. You shuddered.
“Already so wet for me. Naughty little thing.”
Victor teased you, dragging his finger back and forth without giving you what you really wanted. You needed him inside you or on your clit stat.
“Victor.. Please…” you whined.
He clicked his tongue. “So eager.”
Without warning, he stuck his finger inside of you. You gasped at the sensation, his large finger filling you up entirely and stretching your walls. The added texture on his skin made your eyes roll back into your head. He began pumping in and out of you, curling his finger just right to hit your sweet spot. Victor held onto your thigh with his other hand, digging into your soft flesh. You were sure there would be bruises tomorrow.
Victor brought his tongue to your clit, giving it a quick lick. You jolted, your back raising off the desk. Pleased by your reaction, he continued flicking your clit with the fork of his tongue. It felt incredible with the ceaseless finger fucking he was giving you. Already you could feel a familiar pressure starting to build in your body. A second finger met your entrance and made its way inside. You had to bite down on your arm to conceal the loud moan that escaped your mouth. Victor alternated his movements, switching between pumping and scissoring his fingers in you. You were truly on the brink of cumming now. You reached out and dug your hand into his hair, grasping onto him for purchase.
“Victor, fuck, I’m going to-”
Suddenly your body seized and you were crumbling underneath him. Your orgasm hit you hard, sending shockwaves throughout your body. Victor kept fingering you and sucking on your clit as you rode out your high. When you finally came back down, he removed his fingers and leaned back, earning a small mewl from you due to the sudden emptiness. You remembered the thick bulge in his pants. Despite just having one of the most mindblowing orgasms of your life, you desperately needed Victor to fuck you.
Victor stood from the floor and you could see the visible strain of his cock from where you lay. It was even bigger than what you had previously thought. Dear god, would you be able to take all of him? His eyes caught you staring at his crotch and he closed the space between you again, looming over you with his arms at your sides.
He leaned in close to your ear, whispering, “Would you like me to fuck you?”
Just like that your clit was pulsating again. “Yes,” you breathed.
Victor ran his tongue along your earlobe and rose back up, taking no time in undoing his belt and freeing his cock. Saliva began to build in your mouth at the sight. It was indeed very large and the same mangled scar that ran down his chest ran down to the tip of him. You thought you could see some scaled skin scattered around his shaft.
Victor stepped forward, dick in hand, and ran it along your already slick folds. Yep, he definitely had scaled skin there. You arched your hips, signaling your need for him to be inside you. Victor lined the head up with your entrance and slowly started to push in. He was surprisingly gentle, taking his time to allow you to adjust to his size. Luckily, thanks to his fingers earlier, you were already well prepped for him. He inched in fully to the hilt, sucking in a deep breath through his teeth.
He thrust into you with force making the desk rattle. He held your hips firmly in place and you melted at the way the tip of his dick hit your cervix. Victor began fucking you properly now, pulling out nearly all the way before pounding back into you. His scar rubbed against your g-spot and you clenched around him, feeling extra sensitive from your previous orgasm.
“Fuck,” he panted, “so tight..”
Victor placed a hand over your abdomen and pressed down, feeling the outline of his dick through your muscles. His balls slapped against your ass, the sound echoing off the walls of his office. He felt you clench around him again and he let out a hiss. Determined to feel you cum on his cock, Victor moved his hand lower. His palm rested on your mound while he used the pad of his thumb to trace circles over your clit.
This was going to be your undoing. You grabbed onto the edge of the desk again for support, not caring about the items on the surface you were knocking over in the process, nails clawing the underside of it.
“Fuck, f-faster…” you cried out.
Victor picked up his pace, relentlessly pounding into you with brutal strength. Beads of sweat rolled down both of your foreheads. His thumb rubbed your clit fervently now and within seconds you were crashing over the edge a second time.
“Ah- God- Fuck-”
Your entire body shook and stars filled your vision. Victor quicked his pace, chasing his own release while you continued to cum on his dick. You could practically feel every inch of your body, inside and out. You were starting to feel lightheaded from the overstimulation. Victor’s thrusts began to grow sloppy and you could tell he was on the edge himself. He gripped onto your hips with both hands and, with one final hard thrust, came undone.
You could feel his dick pulsate as his cum filled you. Victor muttered a slew of expletives and slowly his body stilled. You felt the liquid begin to leak out onto your ass and onto the desk. Both of you were panting, hearts still racing, and trying to catch your breath. You were still trying to wrap your head around what had just happened. Never in a million years had you imagined your fantasies actually becoming a reality. Victor bent down to meet your eyes, a look of satisfaction and pure fucked out bliss on his face.
“Is the patient pleased with their care today?” His voice was hoarse.
You giggled. “Very pleased, doctor,” you cooed.
Victor smirked again and brought his face to yours. “Next time I expect you to call me doctor more often.”
Next time? You liked the sound of that.