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It all started innocently enough. You were new to the role as Elias Bouchard’s PA but you were experienced enough. However, you’d never had someone praise you for your work the way he did. Whether it was an “excellent work” when you tracked down a particular file or a smiling appreciation for the speed you could whip up a coffee, you always felt valued. Looking back now, you could spot that Elias leant into the praise more when you were having a bad day, as though he knew. Which, of course, he did, though you weren’t aware of that then. At that time, you almost preened at the compliments, bright smiles and a pleased flush as you thanked him.

As it turned out, that was only the beginning, a testing of the waters. Praise was soon joined by careful, light touches; a hand on your shoulder as he looked at something on your screen, on your upper arm as he asked after a headache you’d been suffering with, on your lower back as he moved past in the office. Each time, the heat his hands left in their wake made you imagine every touch as a brand, a mark of territory. It was ridiculous, you were well aware of that, but it was something fun to imagine, a silly little thought to play with on the tube to and from work.

Seemingly, once Elias had your approval on those careful touches, they became more obvious, as did the way his eyes lingered on you. The institute had always made you feel watched, greeting you with a feeling like static running down your spine, a feeling that you had never found particularly uncomfortable the way some employees did. On one memorable occasion, Elias’ fingers seem to follow its path, though he stopped at the base of your spine where the static seems to continue. Of course, he played it off like it was nothing, as though his hand had just made its way down without him realising. However, a sidelong glance and the beginnings of a smirk told another story.

It was easy enough to play along, to lean into touches, to let your hand linger on his when they touched, to make pointed eye contact with him. That seemed to be his favourite, from what you could tell and you had had to admit to yourself, you found yourself enjoying it. More than once, you’d waited till his eyes were on you before carefully, slowly, pulling off your jacket, sliding the scarf off from round your neck, and doing some pointed stretches. The heat of his gaze seemed only to confirm your suspicions. He liked to watch you. He made sure to return the favour every so often, smoothing a hand through greying ginger hair, carefully rolling up his shirt sleeves to reveal pale forearms. Once or twice, you caught a small peek of his tongue as he licked his fingers to turn a page of a report. Innocent enough, if it wasn’t accompanied by a now familiar, heated gaze.

After a while, you began to notice the weight of his gaze even when you weren’t in his presence. You’d thought at first you were imagining it, that it was simply fantasies taking a more solid form than normal. It wasn’t unpleasant, though you imagined some might find it so. To you it was a continuation of the trailing fingers of static you were used to, the lingering touches from Elias, and you welcomed it. After that, it became stronger, like it was no longer pretending, no longer trying to hide. Something in you knew, it was neither your imagination nor a fantasy.

So you decided to test it, play with it, as you and Elias had been doing for some time now. You took yourself home, had a long shower until steam hung heavy in your bathroom, then lay yourself out on your bed. Your skin was still warm to the touch as you ran your fingers slowly down over your neck then chest, nipples hardening under your touch. That familiar tingling static followed the paths your fingertips took, past your ribcage and down, circling your naval slowly. As you dipped lower, however, the static took a different path, running back up your chest and under your chin, like a hand gently but firmly holding it. You could almost hear a familiar voice telling you to “look at me, darling. Keep your eyes on me.”

So you did.

You kept your eyes on the space they’d been directed to as your fingers teased and stroked and slid inside, slow, unhurried, as though luxuriating in the feeling of your heated flesh, learning, taking your time. Taking his time with you, you realised. Your movements weren’t fully your own, they were guided. The way your fingers curled inside you, the way your back arched or your thighs spread, it didn’t seem like your thoughts, your movements were yours alone. Even your pleasure seemed to be only half yours, mirrored somehow. You could have sworn you could hear breaths, groans, that weren’t your own.

Oh.

“Keep your eyes on me, darling,” you said to the empty room, your voice seeming so loud in the quiet. At first, you thought perhaps you had made a mistake, that you were alone. Then you felt it, a surge of pleasure that you knew wasn’t your own. You felt a smirk pull at your mouth and soon enough you were shuddering your own release.

That night, you dreamt of Elias, of your mouth on him, of his fingers in you. And all the while, a hundred thousand eyes watched the pair of you. You could feel them, each and every one, their interest, their judgement, their impassive watching. You felt it all like a brand, and it only intensified as he slid home, deep inside of you. After that, every kiss and fingertip pressed to your skin left the mark of an eye, sunk into your flesh like a tattoo. You found you didn’t mind feeling owned, so long as he didn’t stop. When you woke you found your body ached, particularly round your hips, and a gentle touch with your finger found your cunt slick and sensitive. Maybe that was why the dream had felt so real? But you could feel pinpoints of bruise like pain around your hips and thighs, where you distinctly remembered Elias holding you possessively. What did that mean for your ‘dream’?

You at least knew those events hadn’t entirely been a creation of your subconscious when you came into work next. The way Elias looked at you had changed. If before it had been a hearth fire, warming and familiar, now it was a wildfire, threatening to devour all it touched. You’d never found the idea of burning quite so appealing.

It felt like an invitation, and certainly the next time you made your way to Elias’ desk, he was no longer subtle in his approach. His hand came to rest on your thigh as you stepped into his space, then slowly made his way up to your hip. The office door was open and the institute was busy this time of day. There was every possibility Rosie could appear to let Elias know his next appointment was here, or an archival assistant could come bustling in needing permission for an interview. That potential to be discovered was overwhelming, almost savagely so, but it didn’t seem to bother Elias as his hand made its way back down, coming round to cup your backside. It was placed purposefully so that his long, elegant fingers stopped just short of your cunt but the pressure was enough to suggest. You could feel wet heat beginning to pool, your legs a little less stable under you, and all the while Elias’ eyes stayed fixed on your face and his smirk grew.

“Would you mind returning a book to the library for me?” He asked, as though his fingers hadn’t just moved a little closer to what you hoped was their goal. “It should be placed near the back. I’m sure you’ll find the spot without trouble.” His fingers finally, finally smoothed over your cunt, pressing against you. “Can you do that for me?”

You would have agreed to anything so long as he didn’t stop. As soon as you nodded though, his hand slid back to your hip.

“Good,” Elias gave a sharp edged smile, lightly squeezing your hip, “don’t keep me waiting. I had…particular dining plans for the afternoon. I’d hate to miss them.” His eyes stayed on you, so all you could do was nod.

“I’ll be as quick as I can.”

It took physical effort to step away from him and then out of the room, book in hand, the leather cool to the touch. The wet heat that had been stoked between your legs was unbearable, unignorable, to the point where every step felt like torture. He’d done this on purpose, of course he had. If you needed confirmation, it came in the feeling of being watched, a feeling that only intensified with each portrait you walked past. Could he see you through them? The thought made your situation even worse; if you didn’t get a hand on yourself you might combust. But ducking into a toilet stall didn’t feel right. It took you a moment to realise why.

He wouldn’t be able to see you.

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By the time you crossed the threshold into the Institute’s expansive library, your mind was already made up on how to deal with the situation Elias had left you with. You gave the librarian a polite smile and nod, holding the leather volume a little tighter to your chest as you slipped past. The tall, dark wood bookcases loomed around you, cocooning you in the quiet one expected from a library. It only served to make your heart beat all the faster, the illicit thrill of what you were planning intensifying as you made your way up a wrought iron spiral staircase to the second floor.

As you had made your way to the library, you’d paid attention to the feeling you’d had each time you passed the portraits of the Institute’s illustrious staff, the weight of a gaze, the intimate sensation of being watched, exposed, known. You knew the perfect place to enact your plan, where best to let Elias see you, since you had no doubt now that he could even if you didn’t understand how. Tucked away at the very back of the library, in between a bookcase and the wood paneled wall, was a nook that sat almost perfectly opposite one of the institute’s smaller portraits of its founder, Jonah. Why this portrait had come to mind over the many others you couldn’t say but it had felt correct from the moment it had popped into your brain. You only hoped that Elias would appreciate it.

Sliding the book you held onto a shelf, you turned to face the portrait opposite, keeping eye contact as you opened the buttons of your trousers. An unsteady breath left you as you felt the familiar weight of the institute’s gaze settle onto you but your own eyes didn’t falter, nor did your hands as they slowly pushed your trousers down to your mid thighs, followed by your underwear, the warm, dry air of the library caressing your bared skin. You leant back against the wall behind you, running a hand up your thigh, feeling the muscles tremble beneath your fingers.

“Eyes on me,” you murmured, feeling the shiver of static run over you before centering its focus on the path your hand was taking. Unlike the last time you had played this game, you had no patience for teasing either of you. With one more slow breath to calm your nerves, you brought your hand to cup your cunt, the hair tickling your fingers and the heated wetness already slicking your skin. The first touch to your swollen clit had you gasping, your eyes fluttering closed as your head fell back against the wall. Biting down on your lip to hold in the moan that waited in your throat, you ran your middle fingers down either side of your clit, gently squeezing in a way that had you clenching down on nothing.

God, you weren’t going to last long at all.

But then, you had promised Elias you would be quick, he had plans after all.

And you would so hate to disappoint me, wouldn’t you?

With that last thought in mind, you reopened your eyes to meet those of the painting opposite, your fingers stroking lower to curl inside, gathering wetness to make the slide over your aching clit all the slicker. It was an easy thing now to move your fingers in quick, tight circles that had your legs shaking under you. It was becoming harder to hold in your moans, your whimpers, the sounds so close to spilling over the barriers of teeth and lips but somehow you knew Elias would disapprove of you covering your mouth. So you bit down harder on your lip, and kept your fingers circling over your clit and your heavily lidded eyes on the portrait. Soon enough your hips were moving in time with your increasingly desperate strokes, your free hand grasping fruitlessly at the smooth wood of the wall, your back arching as the balls of your feet dug into the plush rug beneath your feet. Anyone nearby would surely be able to hear the lewd, slick sounds of your cunt, the harsh breaths hissing through your clenched teeth, and that potential to be found, to be seen, as exposed and vulnerable as you currently were was enough to push you over the edge. Your mouth finally fell open, thankfully silent, as your hand continued to work you through your orgasm to the point of oversensitivity, and the whole time you managed to keep your eyes on that portrait.

After a few long moments, you finally relaxed back against the wall, trying to get your breathing back to something close to normal as you pulled your underwear and trousers back into position. You’d need to stop by the toilets on the way back to Elias’ office to clean up, lord only knew what you looked like at this point but you found yourself hoping it was enough to make the people you passed wonder, imagine, judge. You wanted their eyes on you as you made your way through the institute, wearing their stares and leers like badges of honour.

You returned to the office after a quick clean up to find Elias sitting at his desk; a solid, dark wood thing, topped with smooth green leather, a captain’s desk that served as something of a centrepiece to the office. He watched you with wintery grey eyes, his slim fingers steepled and resting against his mouth.

“My goodness… That was fast,” a smirk curled the corners of his slim lips as he spoke, adjusting slightly so his fingers trailed lightly down to his chin. “I do hope you took the adequate care needed for the task I set for you. I would hate for you to have rushed yourself on my account.” Sitting back in his chair, he placed his hand lightly on the empty space in the middle of the desktop. “Sit, if you please.” The door behind you is open and you made no move to close it before making your way over to him, a choice that earned you an approving smile from Elias that sends a shiver through you. He pushed his chair back enough to make space for you, his eyes following you as you approached. Sitting yourself atop the heavy wood desk, you lean back on your hands and wait for his next move. It couldn’t be anything too long. Hadn’t he had dining plans he needed to…

Oh.

Watching the realisation dawn, Elias moved himself closer, smoothing his hands down your thighs as understanding sharpens into lust in your eyes. His hands dipped a little lower so he could hook his fingers under your knees and slowly spread your legs, allowing him to sit comfortably between them. He leant back a little, as though admiring your current position before he straightened to remove his suit jacket, folding it neatly and placing it on the desk next to you. He then slowly and carefully removed the cufflinks from his shirt and rolled the sleeves up, taking his time to do a proper job of it.

“Elias…” You murmured, scooting yourself a little closer to him. You were still wet from earlier, your underwear no doubt soaked through, beyond saving. He paused his movements and looked up at you with a raised eyebrow and amusement in his eyes.

“My, we are impatient aren’t we?” He brought one of his hands between your legs to press directly over your clit, the pressure so sudden it stole the air from your lungs. You had no doubt he could feel the heat of your cunt through your trousers, if not also the wetness you could have sworn was practically dripping from you. A noise of consideration came from him before he removed his hand and sat back again. “Take this off, would you?” He gestures indiscriminately at your lower half. “All of it, if you please.” The speed at which you complied should have been embarrassing, and the pleased chuckle that came from Elias seemed to confirm that, but you found it didn’t matter to you in that instance. You just needed him to touch you - with his hands, his mouth, his cock, you couldn’t care less.

Soon enough you were sitting in front of him, naked from the waist down, trying to keep your breathing somewhere close to controlled.

“Perfect,” a smirk like a knife slash spread across his lips as he looked you over before meeting your eyes. Bringing a hand up, he pushed your chest to make you lie back until your head hung off the desk giving you a perfect view of the open door and the corridor beyond. A sudden, savage wave of realisation at just how exposed you were ran through you, seeming to pool entirely in the heat of your cunt. A sound of approval came from Elias as he brought his hands to your thighs, pushing them up and towards your chest, making you grab onto the edge of the desk under your backside to keep your balance. There was a pause and then the sudden feeling of Elias’ tongue making its first slow drag up your cunt. A high pitched noise left you before you could stop it, your toes clenching. You feel, rather than see, his slim fingers make their way down your thigh to spread you open before his tongue makes a second pass up over your hole and then your clit, lingering there to lazily flick over it in a way you felt was designed to tease. You could have sworn you felt wetness dripping down your backside as Elias continued those maddening little flicks of his tongue, again and again until you felt like you could scream. You wanted to roll up toward his clever mouth but in your current position, legs in the air and arse close to the edge of the desk, you were entirely at Elias’ mercy, only able to take what he wanted to give.

“Please…please…” the begging slipped out as your fingers flexed on the edge of the desk. Another low chuckle came from Elias as he smoothed his free hand over the meat of your thigh.

“What is it you want, darling?” He all but purred, moving the hand that spread you open so he could press his thumb against your clit, slowly rubbing up and down. A whine left you as you silently pleaded for him to do something. “I will need it out loud, I’m afraid.” A breathless laugh came from you.

“Please, Elias, I want your mouth on me, I want your fingers in me, please…please…” You could hear conversation in the hallway outside, the sounds of members of staff walking around, so close they could walk past at any time, so close they must be able to hear your desperate pleas. You found you didn’t care, let them hear, let them see, let them judge you as they guess your motives for fucking your boss. You wanted to feel the weight of their gaze, their judgement, almost as strongly as you wanted to feel Elias’ touch again.

“There we go.” You can’t tell if he sounded so pleased because you begged or because of your thoughts, which you had no doubt that he knew. Whichever it was, it still earned you the reward of his mouth, his fingers spreading you open again so he could take your clit into his mouth, sucking in a way that made your body jolt. His free hand moved down, trailing lightly over the sensitive skin over your inner thigh then lower. You felt two of his fingers press inside you, meaning he would feel how you clenched as his tongue began circling over your clit. After a moment, those slender fingers began to move, sliding in and out of your soaked hole, lewdly wet and loud but paired with Elias’ clever tongue, it was the most divine thing you’d ever felt, pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm that was fast growing in the cradle of your hips.

A hum of satisfaction came from Elias as he closed his lips round your clit again, like you were some delicious feast, and the vibrations of the sound brought a shaky moan from you. A third finger was slid in alongside the first two, stretching you wide, brushing your g-spot with each push, making your pleasure all the brighter and sharper, high, reedy noises leaving you with abandon. Without a thought, one hand moved from its death grip on the end of the table to bury itself in Elias’ neat ginger hair, wanting to make him look as dishevelled as you felt. You felt Elias hesitate for a moment before something that sounded like a moan came from him as your hand tightened. He seemed to double his efforts, curling his fingers to purposefully rub against your g-spot with each pump of his digits.

“Oh…Oh god…God…” you managed to get out, your breath catching for just a moment before your orgasm hit you with force. Elias’s fingers kept moving as you all but rutted your pleasure out against them. His tongue made one final lazy pass up over your clit, bringing a hiccupy noise of overstimulation from you as you finally relaxed back against the desk.

“Elias will do just fine.” Came the smug reply to your desperate words and you managed to push yourself up on shaky arms, finding him slowly and indulgently sucking his fingers clean of your wetness. His eyes were still on you, grey practically swallowed by his pupils, the black of them like an endless pit you could fall into if you weren’t careful.

You found you didn’t want to be careful.

Reaching out, you took hold of Elias’ slim wrist, pulling his hand closer, so you could mirror his movements. Keeping your eyes on his, you took each finger that had been inside you into your mouth, tracing each with your tongue. With the last one cleaned satisfactorily, you placed it back in your lap, watching as Elias pulled a monogrammed handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket, using it to dab at his mouth though it did little to hide his lingering smile.

“Excellent performance, as I’ve come to expect from you.” He tucked the handkerchief away and got his feet, moving to rest his hands either side of your hips. “However, I believe this will need to be continued. Perhaps you can check my schedule? I would like to pick this… particular topic up as soon as possible.” A wicked smile spread across your lips as your eyes met his.

“Of course, Mr. Bouchard.”