Blasphemy || A Bill Skarsgård Imagines Anthology

Industry Standards || Roman Godfrey x Female Character

Characters: Roman Godfrey x Established Generic Girlfriend
Summary: Roman is getting sick and tired of watching his girlfriend (and assistant) have pointless flirty banter with MARK from accounting. He decides to take matters into his own hands and remind her who she really belongs to.
Tags: Dom/Sub, Humiliation, Office Sex, Oral sex/Cock Warming (kinda), Anal Sex, Blood Play, Blood Drinking, Biting, Fangs, Semi-Dub-Con, Pussy Spanking
Notes: This is a bit different from how I usually write but the prompt says Roman being jealous of his girlfriend so it didn't seem like a Reader x Roman story to me here. If that's what anon meant then I apologize for misinterpreting it and will be more than willing to try again if this isn't good enough.

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He's been watching her day after day. Talking to...him. He didn't bring her there to get friendly with other guys. Yes, of course she always had the excuse that they had to work together. Something about a project but he knew better. Mostly because she was his personal assistant. Which meant she didn't really have business talking with anyone else. Especially not Mark from accounting. That guy was slimy. A real charmer. With those eyes and that hair. He could certainly have any woman he wanted and it seemed what he wanted was the one he could call a trophy. Steal the woman away from the CEO of Godfrey Industries...well, that certainly wasn't going to happen. Not under his watch.

That day was particularly irritating. Other than having to deal with his mother and her guilt tripping rants more than once, he was lectured by Pryce about something or other. He was aware he should have been paying attention to whatever he was being told but all he could see was where she sat. At her desk. That flirty little laugh and innocent smile as Mark hung around her desk. Asking her stupid questions, making small talk, bringing her coffee. Sometimes even brushing some lint off of her shirt. Every other word meant nothing to him because all he could see was his property, his woman, his territory being encroached upon.

"Yes well, all that's fine and good I'll have the papers signed by the end of the day." Roman said, getting up from his desk not even bothering to look at Pryce for the moment.

"Were you even listening to what I-"

"We're done here." He said firmly, giving the man a look as if to say this was serious and there was no room for negotiation. Looking exasperated, Pryce rolled his eyes, sighed loudly, and then left the room. Roman watched him for a moment, as he moved past his woman at the desk. She was still sitting there, still talking to Mark. He fixed his suit, tugging on the sleeves and cuffs then his waist coat before sitting down and pressing the button on his intercom.

"Roman Godfrey's office, how can I direct your call?" She answered once she heard the ringing, though he was looking right at her as she said it and she seemed to notice his eyes on her immediately there after. Her expression going from flirty and innocent to nervous, almost terrified. It was something he liked. His cock started to twitch in his slacks.

"Get the fuck in here right now." He said, his voice so calm it was actually creepy. He watched her, she swallowed hard and nodded.

"Right away, sir." She said and hung the phone up. Without saying much of anything to Mark she came around the other side of the desk and opened the door to his office. She poked her head inside, Mark was watching curiously from behind as if any of this were his business.

"Get over here, to my desk, and get rid of him. Now." He said firmly. She cleared her throat and nodded, turning to look at Mark.

"We're going to need a moment, so if you could just-"

"Yes, of course. Sorry, Mr. Godfrey." Mark called in a cheery voice which only made his blood boil as he was sure he knew what this asshole was trying to do in the first place. He motioned for her to come to the desk and close the door behind her which she did in a hurry. Mark wasn't out there any longer. No one was. He was highly annoyed with the fact that the doors were glass so he was limited on what he could do and the time limit he could do it in but he already had an idea.