Roman Godfrey Imagines

Internship

You'd been working at Godfrey Industries as an intern for about a month when Roman Godfrey requested  a meeting in his office. Dr Pryce dismissed it when you asked him what it was about, saying he didn't know or care. And now here you were, on your way to Mr Godfrey's office to potentially get fired. Could interns even get fired? It wasn't like you were getting paid to be here - it was all just college credit.

You reach the door - you pause for a moment, glancing around anxiously. Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door.

Immediately, there was a response: "Come in."

You step into the office, momentarily taken aback by the gigantic size - most of the walls were glass, giving a unique view of Hemlock Grove from 50 stories high. Roman Godfrey sits behind a glass desk dressed in a black suit, eyeing you curiously.

"Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to come in?" he asks not entirely unpleasantly, giving you a look that made blood rush to your cheeks.

"Sorry," you mumble, stepping into the room. "It's..."

"Stop," he orders, looking vaguely irritated. "Go back. Close the door."

You hesitate, but only for a moment before going back to close the door and then finally taking a seat opposite him. You squirm under his intense gaze - he was looking at you in a way that made you blush, without the slightest hint of embarrassment on his behalf. It was tantalising and unnerving at the same time.

"You're Pryce's intern?" he asks noncommittally, twirling a pen in his left hand. You find yourself watching him do this distractedly, admiring how his fingers manipulated the object with such ease.

"Yes," you finally answer, feeling like an idiot. "Well, I'm anyone's intern really. I was working with Dr. Greenwald yesterday to assist him in his lab work."

"Greenwald is a prick," he replies, smirking at you. "And a fucking moron."

You shift uneasily. "I'm sorry, Mr Godfrey..."

"Roman," he corrects. "Call me Roman."

"Right, Roman." You clasp your hands in your lap. "Am I in trouble or something?"

He raises an eyebrow. "That depends."

You frown. "On what?"

"If you're trouble or not." He has a shit-eating grin on his face now, leaning back in his chair. His eyes rake over you again, but this time he looked hungry - he gets up and walks around the desk until he was standing right in front of you. He holds your chin thoughtfully for a moment, waiting to see if you would push him away.

You don't.

Then he wrenches you out of your seat and crushes you against him, his lips colliding with yours roughly as he bunches the fabric of your shirt to pull you closer until there's no space between your two bodies. You make a noise of surprise and you feel him smile against your lips in satisfaction. His hand slides under your shirt as he reaches to unhook your bra - you feel it come lose almost instantly - clearly this wasn't the first time he was doing this. His hands slide over your bare breasts and squeeze, lighting a fire in your loins as you feel yourself getting wet for him.

You rub your hand over his cock, feeling how hard he is through the fabric of his pants before working to unzip them. He breaks away, pulling out his large cock and sitting back in his chair.

"Take your panties off then come here," he orders.

You do as he asks, feeling grateful that you wore your skirt today as you drop your black lace panties on the ground and go over to him. You bend down to kiss him again - he indulges you for a moment, then pushes you back impatiently. You know what he wants, and you want the same thing.

You sit on his lap, positioning his cock as at your entrance as you lower yourself onto him. He feels incredible - he is so big inside you, the slightest movement sending spikes of pleasure throughout your body. You slowly rock up and down, meeting his smouldering gaze as you enjoy the feeling of his hard dick inside you.

"You're so wet," he tells you, smirking. "And you have a really nice pussy."

You quicken your pace, making him close his eyes and lean back in his chair in pleasure. "Fuck that feels good," he groans, urging you on as you ride him harder. He suddenly grabs your hips and thrusts into you hard a few times, sending waves of pleasure through your whole body.

"Roman," you moan, your hands sliding over his chest. He pulls you back in to kiss you roughly on the mouth, somehow seeming even hungrier than before. He opens his mouth and you taste him, rocking back and forth on his cock as you kiss.

He wraps his arms tightly around your body, standing up whilst keeping his cock inside you expertly. You hold onto him as tightly as you can, biting his neck as your fingers rake down his back. He groans again, sweeping the papers off his desk and lying you down on it. He begins thrusting into you harder, each one causing you to moan in pleasure. He smiles down at you, clearly pleased with himself. Suddenly he gains speed, fucking you harder and faster than you've ever been fucked before. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming his name.

"Don't do that," he grunted. "Scream my name, baby. As loud as you can."

"Roman," you cry out, feeling yourself climax as he continues pounding into you with a constant force. "Oh god, Roman!"

The orgasm spreads through your entire body, sending cascading waves of pleasure as you feel yourself come. He grins, pumping into you a few more times before releasing his heavy load inside you, groaning in satisfaction.

He lingers for a moment before pulling out, casually zipping his pants up and running a hand through his messed up hair. You get off the desk, retrieving your discarded panties before doing your bra back up under your shirt. You glance across at him and he meets your gaze, slowly wandering over to you. You freeze as his hand touches yours, then he takes the panties from your hand and stuffs them into his pocket.

"Thanks for coming to see me," he says politely, guiding you by the small of your back to the door. He swings it open, gesturing for you to leave with a smug smile. "I'll see you again very soon," he promises.

You nod, smoothing down your hair. "See you soon."