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WN Television Studios, 2:53 a.m
Vincent after a long day finally came to his studio, where he passes more the time than his actual home.
Sitting in his chair the man growled when his thoughts got heavier, why was that damn man still in his head. It’s been hours he could just sleep right there but then he started to remember. “Vince…” That fucker really did it.
He stole his show, he got into his head and now all he can hear is how his name was used in that smooth voice, and how his waist felt in his hand.
- Fuck.. The hell I’m thinking.
He notice how tight his pants was, glancing down he saw a bulge trying to show trough the fabrics of his pants;
The feeling wasn't going away even tho he was ashamed of it, angry at it.
He lit a cigarette, took one drag, crushed it. Lit another.
It’s just a body, Vincent… Any body.
Any waist that fits my hands will do.
At least that’s what he wants to believe
He picked up the phone, put it down. Picked it up again.
I’m not one of them. I’m not.
Well if that’s how it’s gonna be at least he know who to call.
He knew one of his beloveds assistant would do anything to get a promotion, and he needed someones touch.
C’mon it’s almost a change of favor; he though to himself.
- Hey doll why don’t you came here into my office today. I know it’s pretty late, but I remember you saying that you would be a good girl and tries hard to be at the spotlight, soo- what’s your response?
The woman in the other line of the phone, who just got awaken by this sudden call knew the type of man Vincent was becoming, and she was even surprised that she had a chance to actual reply, but in one thing he’s right. She needed the job. And a promotion would be great.. Even tho, she know deep down that she would regret being taken advantage off.
- I- I.. Right sir, I will be there in a few.
He turns off the phone, loosened his tie, and let his head fall back, remembering how that bastard had the courage to pick his best suit and trow away like trash, he knew Alastor had to pay for that humiliation. But if he had to be honest, he felt like it would be better to never see that man again.
20 minutes later, he finally hears the door creaked open.
- Faster huh, I guess you really wanted to have your new ideas on the Tv
He smiles at her, didn’t stand up. He just unzipped, slow and deliberate, and leaned back..
She though quickly, she now know more than ever what is going on, and she will do it. only the though about Vincent choosing her before the others, it’s speaks something for her, even tho she knows this is fucked up
- Well, sir I’ll be happy to be of any help
she swallow, walks close to him, get on her knees and stare at him.
- C’mon Belle, you know what to do…
She starts to get his boxers low and she almost got smacked with how hard his cock is, pooping off his underpants, twitching, wanting the attention, really just like him. Vincent felt her breath hot close to the head of his dick, so fucking hot he though. he groaned loud, shameless, fingers knotting in her hair. She opened her mouth and licked the tip and he moaned like never before. He even got himself surprised by it, how could he be this hard while the only fucking though he had this whole time was that fucker.
Angry he pushed his dick down her throat, making her gasp.
- Fuck, your throat’s perfect—
He keep fucking her mouth moaning, biting his lips, he’s so sweet, it’s been a while since he felt the need to touch himself or better alow anyone close to him.
His hands are sweat, until he goes and pass his right hand into her clothes, oh that felt.. Almost like.. No, what I’m a thinking ? But fuck it’s so…
- FINE! Come here belle, sit on my lap, I want to fell you better.
She with tears on her eyes, mouth wet and sore got his dick out of her throat, she stands with and do as commanded, she sits on his lap, while the skirt of hers, was getting wet with his juices. She can see his dick between her thighs.
- I want you to stroke me while I touch you...
She does, and his hands start to grab into her.
He thinks to himself her hands are too soft. Alastor’s grip would almost bruise..
- Do it harder!
He says panting like a dog while he pass his hands trough her clothes, but still not on her skin.
she dint know this type of fetich's. While her does her supposed job, Vincent is losing his shit
Damn, her waist is almost like it. He moans, while feeling the texture of the clothes, it’s the silk? it’s the warm of it? Maybe if I squint it?
He does not know but the way this reminds him of Alastor waist, that body he would kill for the chance to touch again right now.
He can feel himself getting close, he focus on the clothes, and his thoughts, he’s so close, oh if he could hear him say that again.
He shut his eyes and let the lie take over.
- Say my name.
She obeyed, muffled around him:
-V-vincent… Sir…
- No. His fingers dug in hard
- Say it like he does. Just Vince.
He drools over her shoulder, while panting with his hands on her.
She tried, voice shaking:
- Vince…
That alone is enough, it makes a electric wave trough his spine, Vincent came with a choked growl, hips jerking in her hand, he came a lot. He pants without air, trembling about the sensation.
She gets up and cleans herself. Expecting him to say something…
- Fuck that was—
When the haze cleared, the shame hit like a freight train.
He stares at her, while covering himself up, he feels worse than ever, she gets next to the door, but stops when she hears him say
- Thanks Bellle, See you in the Tv show.
She did it ? Really, she dint even know if this is right, maybe he’s in a good mood? Even tho she admires him since his weather news time, she knows what man with power do to woman in her position. He did it, and she is not stupid. But he will actually give what she wanted ?? Anyway that’s tomorrow question, she just want to end this night already. She reply
- Until tomorrow. And she goes off
Whittman feels terrible.
As he should since that’s the first time he takes over something like this, but being a bad man isn't new for him, but the feelings, oh those are.
He thinks with himself, spiring his chair, he puts his hands onto his face and scream louder into the air
- I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!
He knows know what he truly wanted, and he wanted to get Alastor in his lap, hear him saying his name with that smooth voice in his ears, whispering that he could do anything to him.
Just to imagine him touching that slim, body of his.
He shakes his head, and he’s so ashamed of it. So horny by it, so angry at himself.
- I never want to see that bastard again. Never!
He said it like a vow.
He said it like a lie.