Lionel x reader - Self gratification 🦁

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Lionel sat at his desk after hours, sifting through paperwork that had been handed to him by you just as you'd finished work for the day. He'd reluctantly snatched it off of you as you waved it in his face, smirking at his disapproval and knowing how much it irritated him when he had to work late. He grit his teeth, cursing under his breath, as he watched you leave the office. He couldn't help but stare, focused on the tight skirt framing your ass.

"You can't fuck every woman that walks through the door, Lionel... " He muttered to himself, now alone and leaning back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. His eyes scanned through the glass walls, observing the empty desks and he began to chew the corner of his mouth in deliberation.

He sighed and gave in to his salacious thoughts, assuming the building was now empty and unbuckling his belt.
"I really shouldn't..." He reminded himself, contemplating the risks but feeling somewhat aroused by the idea of being caught with his pants down.
"Maybe, just a quick- u-ugh" He submitted to his urges, squeezing his bulge through his trousers.
"T-that's right." He hummed as his eyes rolled back, unzipping his flies and pulling out his length, his tip resting on the edge of the cold glass table. He flinched at the unfamiliar feeling but grew harder as he imagined bending you over the desk and fucking you until you begged him to stop.
"O-oh pretty girl, such a tease." He mused as he started stroking himself rhythmically, before reaching down with his other hand and cupping his balls. He groaned, imagining your soft, plump lips wrapped around his cock, licking as sucking at the tip.

Lionel furrowed his brows as his stomach muscles tensed, arching his back at his strokes and grabbing the arm of his chair for leverage. Overthrown by ecstasy he failed to notice your arrival. You watched with wide eyes and a slack jaw as your boss pleasured himself in front of you. Wanting to remain undetected, you stood completely still and watched as Lionel bucked and slowly nodded his head.
"Y-yes, (y/n), j-just like that." He moaned, blissfully unaware of your presence and unintentionally revealing his desires through laboured breaths.

Your breath hitched at the sound of your name escaping his lips, you'd noticed his erection through those tight suit trousers all day so you were flattered to know that you were the reason for it's prominence.

Your quick breath awoke the beast.

"U-ugh- Oh fuck!" He growled, opening his eyes to see you staring directly at him in the most vulnerable position imaginable, pumping desperately at his throbbing cock. The sight of you in your uniform, catching him in the act, was too much for him to handle. His neck jolted forward and his forearm flexed as he shot his load all over the glass table. He looked at you with his lips parted and jaw stiff, firming the action with utmost confidence. His eyes locked onto yours, staring intently at your shocked expression.
"Well... in all fairness, you are meant to have gone home, couldn't help yourself?" Lionel mocked with a smirk, collapsing in his chair and still shaking in ecstasy as he rode out his orgasm, milking his cock until he was spent. He now wished you'd turned up mere minutes earlier to fulfill his fantasies in person.

Unable to comprehend what just happened, but unphased by the man's affection for you, you rolled your eyes and switched your focus to the paperwork on the table that was now suitably soaked.

"How exactly were you planning on telling me tomorrow that the reason you didn't sign these off was because they were covered in your cum, sir?" You teased, walking towards him flirtatiously, taking advantage of his vulnerable state.
"What exactly am I meant to tell my higher ups?" You muttered in a curious tone, approaching the table and raising an eyebrow at his mess.
"I'm the only man above you." He scolded, embarrassed to be at your mercy.

"Oh how the tables have turned, Shabandar."
He grunted at your use of his title. You shook your head slowly at his unwillingness to submit and leant down onto the table. You swiped a single finger across the smeared glass, lathering it with his cum and raised it to your mouth. He watched in awe, still holding his semi erect cock, as you took the finger into your mouth and pulled it out clean. He gulped as you swallowed the liquid, looking at him with a straight face, deciding not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction from the woman who inspired his fun.

"I always knew you were filthy." He muttered, growing impatient and beginning to stroke his aching cock once more.
"Clearly not or you'd have come and found me instead of wanking over a table." You ridiculed, genuinely confused at his poor decision making. You knew the man was notorious for fucking everyone who stepped into his office, so you couldnt help but feel slightly offended at his relucatcne to call on you in his time of need.

"Consider it a sign of respect, I'm a reformed man." He stated, blatantly undressing you with his eyes as he leaned his head back and continued to touch himself. You walked around his desk, standing over him, and grabbed his wrist firmly, stopping his motions.
"What on earth are you do-" He growled, not appreciating you cutting him off.
"Now, It's only fair that you have to watch me now, I've also had a long, hard day." You said, looking down at his cock suggestively. Lionel straightened his back in his seat. He reached out to grab your waist with his free hand and you slapped it away.

"No touching." You demanded, releasing his wrist and dropping it onto his thigh. You placed your hands on his shoulders and whimpered in his ear, mocking the noises he let out as he came but simultaneously turning him on. Your hands traveled to the collar of his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and placing it on the back of his chair. He followed your fingers with his gaze as you unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it over his chest, grazing his nipple with your nails and earning a low grunt.

You stood up and sighed at the sight in front of you, your helpless, disheveled boss mere moments after blowing his load over the thought of you.

You decided you were done waiting and climbed up on the table, propping your legs up and resting your feet on the arms of Lionel's chair. His eyebrows raised at the view he'd been longing to see, but quickly noticed your mistake.
"(y/n) your skirt..." He pointed out, reminding you of the liquid that had now soaked into your clothes as you sat.
"Well, now more your skirt," You corrected, "Might as well be since you couldn't keep your eyes off of it today." He let out a low chuckle.

He enjoyed the fact you didn't feel threatened by his famously intimidating presence, it was refreshing and took the pressure off his need to keep up with the dominating persona he had created for himself.

"I'll have it cleaned and returned to you as soon as possible." He offered, sincerely.
"Cute, but what will I go home in, smartass?" You snapped back. His face warped from sincerity to hostility as his lust for you returned.
"Who says you're going home, brat?" He stood suddenly and spat at your cunt, ignoring your previous instructions and rubbing your clit furiously, wanting to claim you as his and force you to submit.
"O-oh, y-yes sir!" You moaned, too deep in pleasure to care about your desire to control the man. Two thick fingers spread your labia apart and gently pushed at your entrance.
"Please, call me Lionel." He rasped, grabbing your thigh for leverage and pushing into you, relentlessly pumping you with his fingers as his thumb massaged your clit.

"Who's the boss?"
"Y-you Lionel, you're the b-boss."
"That's right little girl, don't forget it. I'm going to let you cum but you're doing it yourself, after all, It is my turn to watch." He winked, removing his fingers and sitting back on his chair.
"Asshole." You muttered, Lionel smiled sweetly and watched as you began to touch yourself, occasionally sneaking a look at the still exposed cock in his grasp. He gripped himself tightly as you reached your peak.
"I-I'm close..." You stuttered.
"Good." He snapped.

Lionel abruptly stood up and rammed his cock into you, roughly fucking you as he gripped the side of his desk.
"U-ugh!" He groaned, bottoming out.
"S-such a big cock." You praised as he stretched you out, his balls slapping against your ass as he bucked into you violently.
"You're f-fucking tight for an office whore." He taunted, pleasantly surprised.
"You're girthy for an uptight businessman." You snapped back through laboured breaths.
"Touché."He growled, impressed with your ability to retort with such wit as you came undone.

Your orgasm peaked and you clenched around his cock, your pulses causing Lionel to cum for a second time, making less of a mess than before.

"Nice work." Lionel praised, straightening himself out.
"Thanks boss." You replied with a wink as you zipped up your soiled skirt. Lionel scoffed at your attempt to slip back into professional mode whilst, effectively, wearing his cum. He took your arm with a soft smirk and led you out of his office.
"I think you'll like my country house." He hinted.
"Four poster?" You guessed. His eyebrow raised as he shot you an impressed look.
"Oh... you're good." He growled, scooping you up and carrying you out to his car.

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