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“We can’t get caught again, Z-Zuko—” Katara panted as her lover pinned her arms above her head against the wall. The door to her office was locked this time, the blinds to her room closed. Lights off. She had anticipated Zuko’s arrival.
“We won’t,” Zuko nipped at her ear, breath hot against its shell. “As long as you’re quiet. Can you do that?” He nipped again, provoking a gentle whimper from Katara. “Do you think you can be quiet this time?”
Katara nodded. “I-I’ll t-tr-tryyyyy-oh fuck—ngh..”
Zuko traced his teeth from the lobe of her ear down to her slender neck. “Is that language really appropriate for the workplace, Katara?” He licked a line on her soft skin before clamping down onto the area that resided just above her exposed collarbone.
“No hickeys!” Katara hissed as she vainly yanked at her wrists.
She could feel Zuko smirk against her neck. “Fine,” he blew on the spot he assaulted, a wave of goosebumps steadily encasing Katara’s skin. “What if I did this instead?” Zuko slid his free hand down Katara’s panting body, hidden by a buttoned up white blouse, until he reached the bottom of her dark blue skirt. “You know,” he breathed against her jaw, curling his fingers under the hem. “I think it’s criminal that you get to walk around dressed like this here while I’m all alone at home on my day off, knowing that everyone else in this office gets the privilege of seeing you and I don’t.”
Katara released a strained giggle as his fingers found their way under her skirt. “Yeah? Criminal, hm?” She craned her neck down, pressing her chin into his shoulder. “Think I should dress like this at home more often?” She bit down onto his shoulder through his maroon t-shirt as his hand traveled farther up her skirt. “Why don’t you show me what you’d do if we were home?”
The sensation of his calloused fingertips sent shivers to rush up and down her spine, the hairs on the back of her neck standing rigid. Her thighs quaked as he used his feet to spread her legs apart, hoisting the skirt up to her hips. A convulsed whimper struggled in her throat as his middle finger found her swollen clit. He rolled around the hot bud for a few moments before slipping into her soaking pussy, evoking a shuddering hum from Katara’s core.
“You’re this wet already?” Zuko trailed kisses down her to her collarbone again. “Should I go down there to investigate?” He wiggled his finger against her inner walls.
She tried lowering herself onto his hand, but his grip on her wrists was still too strong. “Yes,” she breathed heavily. “Yes, yes…”
Katara’s eyes fluttered shut as Zuko gently let go of her hands and ghosted his palm over her clothed body, taking a quick stop to cup her right breast and pinch the nipple her bra kept as its captive. He slowly, ever so slowly, lowered himself until his fervid breath painted erotic pictures of what his tongue desired to do to her weeping pussy. A devilish smirk encapsulated the lower half of his face as he pressed his cheek to her trembling inner thigh. “No panties today? Such a naughty employee.” He used his elbows to push her legs further apart, a thin line of arousal dripped out of her folds and down his wrist. “Are all employees at Pakku’s Relators this slutty?”
Katara’s hands fell onto Zuko’s head, fingers interlacing in his mass of black hair. “Shhhh-shhhut uh-up..nghgmm…fuck—” Another hiss slithered out when Zuko’s warm tongue made a quick stroke over her awakened bead, her head clashing with the wall behind her.
“Again with the language,” Zuko tisked before planting a short kiss on her bikini line. “What would your boss say if he heard such things from you?”
Katara was about to respond with more moans when a knock at her door interrupted them.
“Katara, may I come in?” That was Pakku’s voice.
“Shit!” Katara muttered, pushing Zuko off of her. “Zuko! You have to hide!”
Zuko’s hair looked like an untamed beast. She hadn’t realized how much she had been tugging at him until just then. A glimmer of her slick was on his lips when he asked, “Where?” He jumped to his feet and helped her tug her skirt back down to almost where it was before.
“Katara? Why are the lights off?”
The door jiggled.
“Are you in there?”
“Fuck!” Katara flattened out the wrinkles that had been inflicted by her lover as she threw her hair to the side. “Um, yes! Just a moment!”
“Why is the door locked?” Pakku’s voice was stern. “You know the rules, Katara.”
“Where am I supposed to hide?!” Zuko looked frantically around the room.
“Oh, it’s locked?” Katara stalled. “Quick, hide under my desk! He won’t be able to see you there.”
“Yes, it’s locked. Open it, now.” Pakku gave the door another jiggle. “We have matters to discuss.”
Zuko nodded and dove under her desk, pulling her chair in as an extra layer of protection.
Katara double-checked to make sure she looked presentable for her boss in the small mirror behind the door. No hickeys. Hair was still a bit askew. Her cheeks still had a tint of pink to them, but overall, she looked professional. “It’ll have to do.” She whispered as she flicked the switch to the lights. “Here, I’m sorry, sir.” She undid the lock as Pakku was giving it another jiggle. “Sorry about that,” Katara coughed. “I’m not sure how that happened.”
Pakku looked her up and down with a skeptical look in his eye. “You look a little flushed,” he cocked an eyebrow. “Why were the lights off? Are you feeling sick?” He stroked his white bread.
Katara faked a laugh. “Sick? Me? No, I just must have, um, not set the thermostat to my usual temperature.” She hastily walked over to the dial on the other side of the room. “And you know how these lights are,” she tossed her hand to the ceiling. “They can be a little too bright, wouldn’t you say?” She cranking the temperature down quickly, and spun around to gesture to the open seat in front of her desk. “Please!” She started as Pakku inched towards the window behind her desk. “Sit, make yourself comfortable.”
Pakku kept an eyebrow up as he followed her suggestion. “Very well…” He looked around the room with his nose in the air. “Is that men’s cologne I smell?”
Katara’s heart was beating a million miles a minute. Pakku had warned her that if she had been caught with Zuko in a “non-professional manner” a second time, she would be fired right there on the spot. “I-I don’t know, sir.” She made a brisk dash to her chair, scootching in just enough so that her legs were on either side of Zuko’s warm body. “But please,” she spread her legs out farther so she could scootch in more, making sure he couldn’t suspect that someone was hiding under her. “What did you want to discuss?”
Pakku kept his brow raised for another moment before letting it fall. “We need to discuss your numbers.”
“My numbers?”
Then she jumped in her seat, a yelp caught in her throat.
Pakku’s brow raised again. “Yes…Is something wrong, Katara?”
Zuko was massaging the inside of her thighs, sending a delicious tremor to rake through her already warm body.
You little shit. Her mind whispered. “N-No,” she cleared her throat. “You ever get those random chills?” She flashed the most innocent grin she could muster. “It was just one of thosssse, ngh.” She coughed again.
Zuko spidered his fingertips up to the crease of her sex and legs. One finger traced the outline of her lower lips. Katara could picture Zuko’s face, his smug, annoying, devious, perfect face. His pearly white teeth probably beaming under the dark shade of her desk.
“Mmhm,” Pakku crossed his arms. “Well, as I was saying…”
Katara tried her hardest to keep her attention on Pakku, but all she could think about was what Zuko was doing.
In her office.
With her boss literally right in front of them.
It made her whole lower body shake with desire and fury.
Oh, he would pay for this at home.
“I see,” Katara nodded, half paying attention to what she was saying. “Yes, I see your concern, but if you look at last month, you’ll see that—”
“I never said your numbers were a concern, Katara,” Pakku stated. “What I’m saying is…”
More words that were hardly registered.
One of Zuko’s digits nuzzled its tip in between her damp folds, stroking it up and down, slowly, too slowly, much too horribly slowly. Her hips bucked forward involuntarily when his finger made a ridiculously ephemeral contact with her pounding clit. It took all her strength not to moan right there. And Zuko then took one of his hands and crawled it up to her waist, giving it a pinch and tugged her further into the table.
This time she let out a groan at the quick movement, his finger inserting itself, brushing against her clit again, curling into the walls of her teased pussy. Her knuckles turned bright white as she clenched her hands together to form one large fist. “O-Ohhh,” Katara breathed, feeling her cheeks get warm. She must have looked like a mess.
Pakku arched a concerned eyebrow. “Oh…what?”
Katara could feel Zuko’s breath caressing the skin of her upper legs, shudders rolling down her spine like a yo-yo, a sensual, evil yo-yo meant to remind her of how much an effect Zuko had on her. “O-Ohhh, I-I was just thinking about what you said, sirrrr.” Katara coughed again. “I-I agree that my numbers do show that, um—” She tried to play off the cough.
“Katara,” Pakku sighed, a tinge of annoyance in his tone. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He unfolded his arms. “You seem a little…distracted.”
Zuko’s tongue traced tiny circles on Katara’s kneecaps. It was breaking her inside trying not to giggle at the ticklish sensation. She clamped her legs around Zuko’s body, trying to hold him in place as she replied, “I’m fine,” her voice relatively steadier now that she felt like she had control over her erotic situation. She dug the spike of her high-heeled shoe into Zuko’s side, feeling a tiny fraction of satisfaction when she heard the sound of a tiny grunt from beneath her desk. “Was that everything you wanted to—?” A ball of air clogged Katara’s windpipe. Her eyes practically bulged out of their sockets when she felt two of Zuko’s talented fingers shoving their way into her trapped pussy, one of them managed to crank itself against her g-spot. Oh my god, you little piece of utter, beautiful shit. Katara bit down on her lip, she couldn’t help herself. It was all she could do in the moment to stop herself from making an erogenous-soaked whine.
So, she tried coughing it out. It sounded like she had whooping cough.
It’s possible she might have overdone it.
“Katara, really,” Pakku crossed his legs. “What is wrong with you today?”
Zuko’s smirk tickled her knee as a snort popped out of him.
Another dig to the side accompanied by another groan.
“I-I-I’mmmm not surrrrre, sir,” she panted out, cracking her neck. “It must be a case of the MONDAYS—!”
Zuko pulled out his fingers only to smash them back up inside her, his teeth plunging into the skin around the crease of her leg.
“Shhhhfffff,” Katara whimpered in a whisper. She pressed her forehead to the desk and sent daggers full of rage into Zuko’s piercing golden eyes. Stop! Her lips mouthed.
Zuko only winked and repeated the process, this time sending Katara flinging herself against the back of her chair. Evidence of her pleasure building up seeped out of her, she could feel it puddling on the seat.
“Are you sure you’re not sick?” Pakku’s stern tone brought her focus back to him. “You’re sweating.”
Zuko, you are DEAD. Katara nodded. “Yes, sir, I’m sorry,” she linked her ankles together behind Zuko, clenching his head in between her smooth thighs. His chin must be resting in her little puddle of arousal. He struggled to pull out of her grasp, but Katara’s thighs were stronger than he’d ever admit. One of his favorite parts about her, and Katara was going to milk that for all it was worth right now. “Please, keep going,” she rolled her hands around each other to gesture for him to continue.
With unamused eyebrows rising and then falling, Pakku proceeded his one-sided conversation.
All the while, Zuko kept wiggling in between her legs. His hands tried to caress her soft skin, but that only led to him having her heels dig into his back. He’d try to tilt his head to the side so he could suck and lick her vulnerable, sensitive knees, but that only led to him having his head thoroughly crushed by her thighs. Every now and then he was able to snake his long tongue out so the tip could draw strained circles on any portion of skin it could touch. Each stroke of his tongue brought a giggle to tickle the back of her throat, but she had to keep it together.
To Katara’s dismay, Zuko was eventually able to maneuver one of his arms out of her grasp, quickly using only one hand to spread her pussy lips apart and thumb small rotations around her clit.
Jolts after jolts of beautiful, horrible lightning coursed through Katara’s spine straight to her teased beyond compare bud. Her teeth clamped down on the sides of her cheek. For a moment, she tasted blood trying to keep her moans at bay. All she could do was tremble in her chair as Pakku just kept drowning on and on about…What was he talking about again? Something about her numbers?
Fuck it, she didn’t care anymore. The more circles Zuko made with his thumb, the less motivated she felt about keeping him trapped. So, slowly she unlinked her legs from around Zuko. A silent form of giving him consent to do as he so pleased.
And oh man did he please. There was something enticing about letting him do whatever he wanted while she couldn’t see a thing, with him right below her, with her boss right in front of her. The only thing keeping their dirty little secret safe was a desk made of thin wood. The thought of losing her job faded to the backburner in her mind as she let the pleasure Zuko gave take over. He nuzzled his face in between her thighs, his tongue now having full access to her folds...
Shivers.
Trembles.
Sweating.
Quaking.
Shaking.
Breaking.
She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take of Zuko’s gifted tongue. How it swirled and danced and flicked and stroked and hugged and massaged and pampered her swollen, yearning clit. Occasionally he’d dip the tip of his tongue in, quietly slurping up the juices that dribbled out of her as if she was his slushie at the movie theater. His hands traced elegant vines up and down her shins and hips and the small parts of her ass he could find. Her body bucked into his face when he’d hit a particularly delightful spot, making it his own. Anytime she started to speak, he latched his teeth onto a part of her leg and sucked until a deep purple mark beamed on her tan skin.
A subtle reminder of how he could still be in control even in this setting.
“Sooooo,” Katara had maybe a minute left of keeping herself composed before she completely lost it. “You-You’re saying that you wannnnt to give me a—?”
“Yes, Katara, you deserve a promotion.” Pakku finally stood up, checking his watch. “Your hard work has paid off.” He directed his attention back to her. “I have never promoted someone so young in the business before.” He held his hand out for her to shake. “We can review what your promotion will entail first thing tomorrow.”
Katara was stunned. Zuko must have been as well. All sensations of his tongue withdrew to the corner under her desk.
When she realized Pakku’s hand was still waiting in front of her, she stood up, pressing her waist into the table so he couldn’t see how revealed she was. “Thank you, sir. It is an honor for you to hold me in such high regards.” She clasped her fingers around his hand.
He made a sour face as he took his hand back. “Yes…well,” he wiped off the sweat that had gathered in her palms. “You should celebrate tonight. Why don’t you have…what is his name again?”
A deep red flushed over Katara’s cheeks. “Zuko, sir.”
One of Zuko’s fingers trailed a squiggle around her left ankle, making her flinch.
“Ah yes, Zuko,” Pakku nodded. “Perhaps the two of you should go out for dinner. You’ve earned it.”
“I think that’s a lovely idea. Thank you, Pakku.” Katara nodded back.
And with that, Pakku left.
“Oh sweet Jesus, you are such a little shit!” Katara hissed, dropping to her knees, glaring at Zuko. “You could have had me—!”
Zuko didn’t give her time to continue before pulling her down under her desk, pinning her underneath him in one swift motion. She was on her back with nowhere to look but his face. “Didn’t you hear what he said?” Zuko pressed his lips against her sweating forehead as he unbuttoned her blouse with one hand. “I believe his exact words were, ‘You should celebrate tonight.’”
Katara gasped when Zuko managed to wiggle his hand under her bra, finally squeezing onto her bare breast. “He-He said that you should take me out to dinner.”
Zuko hummed a chuckle as his teeth nipped at her naked collarbone, his free hand lingering its way back down to her radiating sex. “I guess I could stop if you want me to…Our favorite restaurant is just right down the block.” He slipped two fingers inside her without hesitation, eliciting a guttural moan from Katara’s teased depths. “But I don’t think you really want me to stop…Do you?”
Katara groaned before spreading her legs apart, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer. “You better make me cum fast after all that shit you pulled.”
Zuko gave a soft laugh while he thrust his fingers inside her again. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure! You just made me dangle there for lord knows how long!” She grumbled sensually. “Now fuck me with your fingers already!”
“Language, language, language,” Zuko smirked and licked his lips. “But since you were so good at keeping it together, I suppose I can service your needs.”
Katara was about to make a snarky remark, but all coherent thought stopped the moment he started thrusting his fingers inside her like a jackhammer. Again and again and again! His fingers only continued to penetrate time and time again, rubbing her clit while simultaneously zapping her glorious sweet spot, the spot that Zuko knew could make her say anything, make her do anything. She had to bite into her palm to keep herself from screaming as he went faster and faster.
The slogging sound of pleasure juices and force echoed throughout her now very stuffy room. Her fingers coiled around the legs of her desk in a white-knuckled grip. Flames of ecstasy licked the walls of her abdomen, coursing through the veins pulsating under the thin skin of her neck. The faster and faster he went. She couldn’t help it. It was too much.
“Fuck, Zuko!” Katara howled. “I’m-I’m going to cum!”
“Better be quiet just in case someone is—”
“EVERYONE IS GONE NOW, SO JUST MAKE ME CUM ALREADY!” She growled.
This only provoked pants filled with amused laughter. “Ask and you shall receive, my little promoted superstar.” Zuko plopped himself in between her legs. His mouth went back and forth between flicking her clit with his tongue and sucking on it with his lips, all the while his fingers jamming over and over into her g-spot.
Katara started seeing sparks, little bright white sparks scattering over her desk. “I’M GONNA CUM!”
Zuko kept going, kept ramming, kept sucking until finally Katara let out a scream that should have shaken the whole room. Her back arched, her hair tangled with the carpet of the floor, her nails dug caverns in the wood of her desk. The orgasm Zuko yanked so roughly out of her sent her body into a convulsing, shattering mess. Her skin felt like it was dancing off of her, leaving her to just her muscles and bones, although even those felt like they were going to leave her. Only her soul remained. All that pent up ecstasy cascaded out of her sore, previously pleasure-deprived pussy, all into Zuko’s sloppy mouth. It took her a small while to come off of her orgasmic ride. She laid there on her back with Zuko nuzzled between her legs. His face glistening with her slick as he gave her a wink. “How was that for a celebration?” He gave her folds another quick lick, sending her body to jolt at the additional pleasure.
Katara panted and tried to swallow. “I…suppose…you’re forgiven…for pulling that shit…Because oh my lord…Zuko…”
Her lover only sighed with self-satisfaction. “Yeah, I guess I could be your lord, hm? The Pleasure Lord.” Zuko sat up with his legs crisscrossed. “I think that’s what you should call me from now on.”
Katara let out a half-amused chuckle. “Pleasure Lord, huh?”
“Mmmhm,” Zuko grunted as he got to his feet. “And your Pleasure Lord declares that you need sufficient sustenance to replenish your strength for his pleasure when you return to his Palace of Wonders.”
“You’re ridiculous.” Katara giggled, getting to her feet as well. She readjusted her skirt and buttoned up her blouse. “But I think I can heed the order of this Pleasure Lord. He did come all the way over here on his day off, after all.”
“Precisely,” Zuko grinned. He bent his arm out to her, “Shall I escort you to our favorite tavern, my lady?”
Katara took his arm and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Yes, you can, my lord.”
It didn’t take them long to arrive at their favorite restaurant. Katara requested a small booth for two in the dimly lit area of the establishment. As they waited for their food, Katara slipped her foot out of its shoe and trailed it up from Zuko’s ankle up to his cock, hidden under his khaki pants.
His hands swatted at her foot. “What are you doing?” Zuko shoved her foot off.
“Oh, who?” She rushed her foot back up to his member and pressed her toes into his balls, pulling out a tiny, delighted groan from Zuko’s stomach. “Me?” She rolled her foot down his hardening bulge. “I’m just trying to make sure my Pleasure Lord is treated as well as he treated me,” Katara purred.
Zuko mouth went slack, his eyes widening at her actions. “Now hold on a second, what I did at your office was—”
“Better put on your best poker face, Pleasure Lord,” Katara interrupted with a wink, a sensual glint of vengeful hunger in her stare. “Here comes our waiter.”