Kazuchika Okada One Shot Collection

Quiet Hour

Pairing: Kazuchika Okada/FC

Category: Suggestive

Word Count: 852

Warnings: Spanking, punishment, reluctance, manipulation and coercion 

"If I have to stop what I'm doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week." And "You're going to regret that, sweetheart."

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Kazuchika Okada was a very intense man. That much you had learned in the past few weeks serving as his 24 hour live in personal assistant. He liked things a certain way and only that way. And he did not take kindly to change. When he had been training you that first day so many times you had thought of an easier way to manage his life. Your suggestions had been shot down without consideration. It was frustrating, but you figured he was stuck in his ways.

After a few weeks your working relationship with him had mellowed enough that you felt comfortable approaching him again. You figured that he might be more receptive to your input now that he knew you were competent. Swallowing down your nerves you knocked on the heavy wooden door that led to Okada's office.

An irritated 'come in' bade you entrance, and you hesitantly made your way across the wooden floor your heels clacking with every step and you faltered under the weight of Okada's glare.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you sir." You said timidly. "But I was hoping to have a few minutes of your time."

Okada shuffled the papers in front of him, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall then back at you never changing expression.

"If I have to stop what I'm doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week." He said plainly as if he had just mentioned the weather.

"Excuse me?" You asked incredulously quite sure you had to have misheard. There was no way he had said something so inappropriate.

"You heard me." He said flatly. "What time is it y/n?"

Thrown off by his question you looked at the clock, cringing when you realized you had interrupted him during his so-called quiet hour. You had been so nervous that you hadn't even considered the time.

"I'm so sorry." You said quietly. "But that still doesn't give you the right to speak to me like that." You weren't about to let his rude comment pass on without rebuke. Your eyes widened as Okada stood from his desk rounding it to tower over you.

"I'll do whatever I wish." Okada snapped. "If I want to call you a filthy slut I will. If I want to force my cock down your throat until you gag I will. And if I want to turn your pretty little ass black and blue I will."

Before you even thought twice your hand was swinging connecting with his cheek with a loud smack that echoed through the spacious room.

"You're going to regret that, sweetheart." He growled hand shooting out to grab your hair and forcing you to bend over the desk. Your struggles went unheeded as he pulled your skirt up over your ass. You were too shocked to cry out when he brought his hand down on the firm flesh, only reacting after the third blow, squirming to try and evade his hand as he brought it down again and again until your flesh felt like it was on fire. "Regretting it yet?" he asked spanking you again.

"Yes!" You cried tears leaking from your eyes and dripping onto his desk. "I'm sorry." You drew in ragged breaths as he stopped swatting you. Closing your eyes as humiliation burned through you. You were also ashamed to admit another fire was burning through you, this one between your legs and you prayed that Okada wouldn't notice the wet spot sure to be present. Because as much as you didn't want to, you had enjoyed his manhandling a lot. You would be blind if you hadn't noticed how attractive your boss was. Him bending you over the desk had awoken desires in you that you hadn't known were there.

You stayed frozen in position as Okada moved back to his side of the desk, sitting in his chair and steepling his fingers as he stared at you.

"Look at me." He commanded sharply making you raise your tear-stained face to look at him. "You understand why I did that?" He asked and you hurriedly nodded making him gesture for you to explain.

"Because I interrupted your quiet hour and I slapped you." You said meekly straining to look at him and instinctively remaining bent over as he hadn't given you permission to move.

"I want you to strip and return to that position." Okada ordered. "You're going to stay just like that until I decide whether more punishment is in order. After, if I feel like you've earned it, I'm going to fuck you." You stood, eagerly obeying his command and resuming your position bent over his desk.

Okada barely glanced at you before returning to his paperwork, the tick tock of the clock allowing you to count the passage of time until Okada deemed you worthy of his attention once more.