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Mr. Reigns

You sat at your desk, taking your phone calls for today's cases. You needed to file them perfectly for your boss, Mr. Reigns, or there would be severe ramifications. You were scared of him, to say the least. When you first started in the office, you were head over heels for him. That was until you messed up for the first time.

"Miss Y/L/N, could I see you in my office in five minutes, please?" Your boss asked as a large hand was set on your shoulder.

"Of course," you nodded after looking up to his icy gaze. "Thank you," he smiled kindly before continuing walking down the line of cubicles. Had you done something wrong? You could have sworn that you had filed every single case perfectly since the last time you made a mistake. It didn't make sense that he wanted to see you, other than that you had done something wrong. He never seen anyone unless they did something wrong. You walked nervously towards your boss's office, making sure your pencil skirt and blazer were on just right, and that you had no fly-away hairs. Appearance was key in this business. You knocked softly on the large door, taking in a deep breath as you did so. "Come on in," he called to you. You walked in slowly, and he smiled at you. "Go ahead and close the door behind you, Y/N," You pulled the door closed behind you and walked to stand across from him while he sat in his desk. "How've things been going, Y/N?" Mr. Reigns asked you. "Pretty well, I'd say. I've gotten all of today's cases pretty much done-" "No, no. I mean at home. How've things been with Jeremy? You two are engaged to be married, yeah?" he corrected you, making your jaw drop slightly. No one had brought up your ex-fiancé in the office, since everyone was present at your birthday party months ago when you two fought for the last time. "We, um, haven't been together for a few months," you told him, making him quirk a brow. "What about your house, hm? You two made a pretty good living between the two of you. You had a nice house, nice cars," Reigns smirked, stroking his goatee. "I-I've moved out," you told him, crossing your arms. "No disrespect, Mr. Reigns, but why do you ask?" "Where are you living now?" he asked, waving you over to him. You hesitantly walked over and he patted his lap, which only signified the beginning of your punishment. "I've been renting a small apartment downtown," you told him as he fully pulled you to sit on him, your legs dangling over the floor. "Bought a cheap car from the auction," "Hm. I don't like that," he told you, letting out a deep sigh. "How about I do some things for you, and you do some things for me?" "Wh-What do you mean?" you asked, his hand guiding yours to rest on his firm chest. "I mean, I could pay for a place for you to live. Buy you a car. Maybe even give you a promotion," he shrugged his shoulders, his hand moving down to rest on your butt. "You just let me fuck you senseless whenever I want to," "Oh, I, uh-" "What do you say, Miss Y/L/N? Let daddy take care of you," he hummed, sending shivers down your spine. "Should we discuss details first, before we go too far?" "S-Sure," you nodded before he lifted you up and set you on his desk. "Well, I have a nice house I've had my eye on, but I like my place, and so do my kids. It's a pretty place, only about $120,000," he smirked. "I'd buy it for you. Plus, I'd take you down to a dealer, let you pick out your own pretty little car. There's a Volvo, Cadillac dealership. Maybe even get my pretty baby a Tesla," "Mr. Reigns, you don't need to-" "Please, call me Roman," your boss interrupted you with a smile. "I-I don't think you should feel like you have to do this," you said before he laughed. "I don't feel like I have to. I want to," he said, running his hands up your legs. "Plus, what do you make now as an agent? 30-grand a year, tops?" "Around there," you nodded nervously as his fingers dragged circles on your thighs. "How about we promote you to my assistant? I've been dying to fire Shiela in there. I would kill to have you as my assistant. All you'd have to do is take my phone calls, organize the files," he explained, catching your interest quickly. "And, well, you know. But I would move your salary from 30-grand to, oh, I don't know, 80-grand, maybe 90." You gasped softly. Everything he offered seemed so perfect. It was everything you needed. A house, a car, a fat paycheck every two weeks. It was so ideal, and all you had to do was let him take advantage of you all he wanted. "S-So, you'd be like a sug-" you stopped yourself. You know better not to call him anything except for what he tells you to call him. "Say it, Y/N. I want to hear you call me it," he groaned, reaching to palm himself through his slacks. "You'd be like a sugar-daddy," you said before he smirked, biting his lip. "All for you. All you have to let me do is play with your pretty little pussy all I want," he said, pulling you off the desk and back onto his lap. Your skirt rode up as he made you straddle him, and you felt your cheeks grow warm as you were desperate to cover the lace panties you wore. "All I have to do is have sex with you?" You asked, making him smile. "That's it. I'll take you down to the car lot tomorrow, let you pick one you like. I'll get ahold of the realtor tonight, and I will pay for that house in cash," he smirked, trailing his fingers down your face. "I'll take you to get some furniture, too. Decorate it however your little heart desires," You bit your lip, the offer becoming more and more desirable. You couldn't help but peer down where you covered your panties, your knuckles also brushing against his bulge. "Unless you'd rather not. You can still work as an agent here. You are the best one I've got, anyways," he shrugged, lifting you off his lap. "I-I'll do it," You said shakily. "Of course you will," he smirked devilishly, standing up to face you. You trailed up his well suited body before he grabbed your waist, pulling you into him. "Do you mind showing me what that pretty little mouth can do, Y/N? Unless that's too much, then I'll just go straight into fucking you," "I-I can," you nodded before he pressed his warm lips to yours. You gasped into his mouth as he squeezed your ass before pulling away from you. "Good girl. Very reactive," he smirked before hiking up your skirt, his fingers finding the material of your thong. "Mm. Maybe I do just want to skip to the part where I fuck you," "Whatever you want," You breathed nervously, making him chuckle. "Let me make a call real quick. How about you just bend over my desk for me?" Reigns said, guiding you to do so. You rested on your elbows as you watched him pick up his office phone, dialing numbers quickly before pressing it to his ear. You gasped as his fingers abruptly entered you, swirling around to make you moan softly. "Yes, Sheila, hi. I am going to be extremely busy for the next little bit, so if you could keep the employees out of my office, that would be great," he said sternly into the phone as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, making you struggle to breath. "Oh, what time is it? 4:30. Maybe you should cancel my 4:45 video conference with corporate, as well. My 5 o'clock? That one should be fine. I'll be caught up by then," You gripped the desk tightly as he buried a third finger into you, making you moan into your hand as he hung up the phone "You did well keeping quiet. I didn't even have to tell you," Reigns hummed deeply in your ear. "Your pussy is nice and wet for me. I appreciate that, babygirl," "Fuck," you whispered as he withdrew his fingers from your heat, bringing them up to his lips to suck your excitement off them as he walked to his office door, twisting the lock before returning to you. "Just in case," he winked, pulling his blazer off and setting it on the back of his chair. His arms looked so much more muscular in the white dress shirt, and he quickly undid his belt. "Are you ready for this dick?" "Y-Yes," you said softly, your eyes peering to his length as it sprung from his tight slacks, making you bite your lip. "Don't worry, babygirl. Safety first," he smirked, reaching to pull the bottom drawer open to grab a condom, his lips pressing softly to your pulsing heat before he stood up again. "Now, Y/N, I'd love to hear you moaning and screaming my name, but we are in the office. I don't want to hear a peep out of those precious lips," "Yes, sir," you nodded before you felt his tip tease your entrance. "C'mon, baby. It's Roman," he said, sliding completely into you, making you want to release a soft moan. "Roman," you said softly before he pulled out, snapping his hips into you again. "Maybe I could hear you. Just keep it quiet," he said before picking up an incredible pace. You gasped as he reached to wrap his hand around your throat, lifting you back into him. He pressed his lips to yours, all while fucking you senseless from behind, your fingertips barely keeping you upright as they pressed to the desk. His other hand moved to wrap around your body, keeping you still as he pounded against you, and while he kissed you roughly. You never knew someone as hard and angry as Reigns could have a side where he wanted pleasure for himself and others. All he ever wanted to do was inflict pain and punishment on others. "You feel great, Y/N," Reigns sighed between kisses. His hand fell from your throat down to your clit, where he rubbed soft, small circles to enhance your pleasure. "Oh, Roman," you moaned softly before his lips captured yours again. You'd always heard of the term "quickie" before. You'd never experienced it until now. A heat spread across your body as you felt Reigns's cock twitch in you, and a soft groan was release against your lips. "Cum, babygirl," he demanded as you felt your walls tighten, the beginning of your orgasm starting. "Fuck," you whimpered, grabbing onto his arm tightly. You bit your lip as you hit the peak, you body beginning to quiver as you came down from your temporary high. "Holy shit," Reigns sighed, pulling out of you, quickly disposing of the condom. He placed your underwear back over you before pulling your skirt down and pulling you completely up to your feet, his hands gripping your waist tightly. "Thank you, Mr. Reigns," you said, resting your hands on his shoulders. "You did very well, Miss Y/L/N," he smirked before pecking your lips. "Now, I'll escort you to gather your things, and I'll help you move into your new office space." "Alright," you nodded, following him to the door. He released you as he pulled it open, allowing you to leave first. "Sheila," he greeted his assistant as you walked by. "You're fired," "What?" she gasped before he continued walking. He snapped his fingers in front of your face as your eyes stayed glued on the frantic woman behind the desk, catching your attention again. "Keep it walkin'," he smirked before leaning to whisper to you. "First task as my assistant. Set aside 30 minutes every day this week at 4 PM, labeled 'meeting'. Also, put on your calendar for every day at 4 PM, 'meeting'. That's our time," "Y-Yes sir," you nodded as he sneakily squeezed your butt before walking with you back to your desk.