Puazi Vote Driven Story FINALE :: Going Raw ::

You can read this chapter, for free, on Ao3

Last poll, romance won, with Puazi cluster being close behind, so I went with a bit of a mix of the two. A somewhat open relationship.

All the story so far on patreon

All of the story so far on Ao3

You take the next day off as well.

Wandering around town did not bring clarity, neither did sleep. The idea of going to work with Nadia and continuing as you were, like nothing happened felt wrong.

You are not the kind of woman who makes decisions by pondering, so you focus on doing. You make some calls, go out to buy some things, make lists and as you keep doing, the decision emerges, as if it had already been made a long time ago. 

Funny that.

By noon you know what you want and begin to lay the groundwork. Which means more calls, more shopping, some cleaning and most of all: one text message.

"Please come to my apartment around 6pm. We need to talk."

You consider adding 'Dress nice' but you don't need to. 

Nadia always does.

---

"Come in," you yell through the doors.

Nadia steps into your apartment cautiously. It's the first time she'd ever been here.

She looks like she came straight from the office- white blouse, showing a hint of cleavage and a simple black skirt, hair in a tight bun. You can tell that she is tense.

"Good evening Ms Petrova... Are you..." She says, before trailing off.

Perhaps she's thrown off by the dress you're wearing- low cut and black dress, with a deep slit high up the hip. Or is it your styled hair, falling loose around your shoulders... Or maybe it's the leather cuffs binding your hands.

It's probably those.

"Good evening Nadia," you say, as you attempt to lounge seductively.

"Are you unwell? Another day off is... I had to move a lot of meetings... Again."

A hint of shame in her voice. You decide to be honest with her.

"Not really. I've been... Thinking about us. Our little arrangement. I don't think it's working for me anymore."

Her eyes widen, her shoulders sag a touch, but she does not take her eyes off of the cuffs. She steps closer, her scent settles over you, kickstarting your arousal.

"Why are you cuffed?" She asks, ignoring what you just said.

"So I wouldn’t jump you right away... And because I thought you'd like it."

Nadia nods, taking in the way your growing erection presses against the fabric of your dress. She sits on the couch, as far away from you as she can. From there, she notices the kitchen. The stove.

"Are you... Cooking?" She asks, slowly.

"For two. Would you like to join me for dinner?"

Nadia does not respond to your question, nor does she look at you... In fact she does not seem very receptive to anything you've done so far. 

"I am sorry for making your life harder Nadia. I know today must have been... Interesting."

"You could say that... I had to talk to the French myself," she says, a hint of something in her voice.

You sit in silence. The cuffs seem like a bad idea now. Eh fuck it, subtlety is for cowards.

"Nadia, your smell is getting to me. Would you like to make me come?"

Finally, you're rewarded with a smile. Nadia slides off the couch and kneels before you.

"What would you like me to do?"

This close, her smell is overwhelming you. You want to grab her head and push it onto your cock- but you stop yourself. You lift your knees to your chest and wiggle your arms behind your back. Nadia watches you with a smirk.

"Ahem... You see that bag?" You point your foot at the canvas shopping back you set beside the couch. "Open it and... Use whatever you want."

Nadia's eyes narrow, but she does as she was told. She gasps softly when she looks inside. After a moment of deliberation, she pulls out a bottle of lube. 

Nadia sets it beside you on the couch, and gently folds the front of your dress away, revealing your arousal. You wore lacy dark stockings, with garter belt, but foregone panties. A waste of time at home.

"Ms. Petrova..." She says, as she grabs your cock in her left hand and starts stroking it slowly. "My job... Is to do what you want."

It's getting hard to think, which is good. Easier to be honest.

"I- I have a name. Nadia," you gasp.

"I don't feel comfortable addressing my boss by her first name," she says, evenly. Both her hands are on your cock now- one stroking near the head, another kneading your testicles gently.

"Not at work! Here- at home!" You babble, regretting the cuffs. You want to grab her and- just- just-

"Sofiya..." She says slowly, testing the name on her lips. "Sofiya I want to finger you."

"Yes! Please! I- fuck I cleaned myself!"

Her eyes widen, and shine.

"You did?"

"Yes! For you!"

Her hand leaves your aching cock and you want to bite yourself for your stupidity. Why did you bind yourself?! You thrust your hips out at Nadia, but she ignores you, focusing on spreading lube on her fingers. 

"Have you ever been penetrated... Sofiya?" She asks, as her pointer, and middle finger make soft contact with your anus.

"Yes- A guy I dated- long ago! He- he loved to top me!"

"So... You're used to more than a finger? Did you... Like it?" She whispers, as she pushes her pointer finger just a bit. 

"YES!" You moan as you kick out your legs, trying to wiggle her finger in deeper.

Nadia chuckles and drives it in, up to the knuckle. The feeling of fullness makes you gasp. It's only one finger, but- oh, it's been a long time.

"I didn't know you enjoyed... This type of play, Ms Pe- Sofiya." 

"I do! But- at work- I can't- the Heat!" You gasp out, her finger making your mind hazy.

Nadia hums happily as she fingers your ass. Her left hand rests on your balls, playing with them gently.

"Oh? Would you like more fingers?"

"YES!"

The second finger joins the first, stretching you wide. Your asshole aches around her, sending strong spikes of arousal to your cock. Nadia gazes at your flushed face, and whatever she sees there makes her stop holding herself back.

Her fingers pump in and out of you fast and hard, teasing all sorts of embarrassing whines and moans out of you. Nadia's other hand kneads and pulls at your ballsack just hard enough to almost hurt.

"Do you want to come Sofiya?" 

You make a noise that you dearly hope Nadia interprets as assent. Her fingers press against your prostate, hard, rubbing it in tight circles. Oh yes, she understood! Just before your orgasm hits you, she lets go of your balls and pulls your shaft towards her mouth.

The feeling of her tongue swirling over your glands makes you see white. Her fingers never stop massaging your prostate, as you fill her mouth. She swallows it all, not letting a single drop spill.

By the time you're done you find yourself laying back on the couch, panting, not quite sure where you are. Nadia is sitting beside you on the couch, her side warming yours.

"Did you like it?" One of you ask.

"I did," Nadia answers. 

"See... Maybe... We could both... Get what we wanted..."

Nadia doesn't say anything for a while.

"Ms. Petrova-"

"Sofiya."

A moment of silence.

"Sofiya... You should not be so permissive with me making mistakes at work."

You lean into her, enjoying her warmth, her scent. She's wearing very light perfume- did she put it on for you?

"You're right... You fucked up yesterday. Badly."

"It won't happen again."

"Cassandra has quite an effect on you, huh?"

A laugh escapes Nadia. Hearing it makes you relax.

"Yes, she does. She's so adorable. I just want to... Mess her up."

"That she is..."

She puts her hand on your thigh. It feels nice.

"You don't... Have an issue with that? My interest in her?"

A human worry... You never even considered that she would worry about that.

"As long as I am your... Priority, I don't mind."

She pauses, her eyes darting down to your lips for a moment, before settling on your eyes. 

"You are... Sofiya."

The kiss is sweet and slow. It promises more to come. You want to put your hands on her, caress her, but can't- your hands still bound. Nadia notices your distress and laughs into the kiss. Then, she deepens it, her tongue pushing inside with intent. 

The heat builds again, fueled by her taste. A hand on your cock makes you moan. She laughs again and bites your lip, hard. The pain makes you harden fully in her hand. You try to bite back but she eludes you. 

"I want you inside," she whispers into your mouth.

You're not going to argue with that! A few moments later, her skirt and parties lay discarded on the floor. Nadia straddles you, her hand guiding your cock to her entrance. 

You slide into her so easily that you almost cry. You steel yourself, expecting a similar tortuous game she played with you the first night you two had sex- but she surprises you by bearing down hard. 

"No- no teasing?" You gasp.

"Later," she groans. "It's been a long day!"

In a few quick thrusts, you are fully inside her. She stops, for a moment, and drapes herself over you, her hands digging into your hair, her mouth close to your ear.

"I had Cassie take me but it wasn't the same," she whispers, before moving her hips. 

Nadia rides you hard, bucking her hips in quick tight thrusts. It feels different than usual, and you quickly realize why- she isn't trying to make you feel good. She's just getting off using your cock.

"You got me used to a certain routine... And you weren't there today," she whispers into your ear, breathily. "Cassie is fun, but she isn't- she isn't enough."

Before you can respond, she licks along the inside of your ear, slowly and deliberately. You can't even describe the noises coming out of you anymore- closer to an animal than a sentient being.

"I thought that you were going to fire me today." Her voice is so hot in your ear, you almost turn away, but she holds you in place. "I thought this was it."

Her teeth rake over your earlobe, forcing any remaining scraps of reason out of your mind. You moan obscenely as Nadia bites you- It feels so good you forget who you are, and become just feelings and sensations. Her tight, slick pussy grinding hard on your cock, her breasts pressing into yours, her hot breath warming your ear, her teeth teasing you.

Nadia's body tenses in ecstasy, her pussy clenching around you so tightly that no power of heaven or earth could stop you from coming. You thrust into her, desperately, trying to reach deeper. You shoot into her, over and over as you both scream your pleasure into the world.

Nadia rests her head on your shoulder as your orgasms run their course. She feels heavy and solid, her arms holding you tight. You take a deep breath, reveling in her scent. 

You want her... And you dearly hope she wants you the same way.

"I'm sorry... For making you worry Nadia..." You whisper.

"Don't do it again... Sofiya."

"I like it when you say my name."

Nadia sighs, but does not respond.

"I can still be Ms. Petrova at work... You can call me by my name afterwards."

"After work?" She asks, her voice even.

"If you were to visit my apartment... Or I yours. Or, perhaps, if we were to eat dinner together... In the city."

She mulls that over for a minute.

"We can't be seen together in that setting. If we were spotted... It would be an issue."

"Then, for now, dinners at home would have to suffice," you say, with a smile.

Nadia sits up straight, her arms on your shoulders. Her eyes bore into yours, cold and hot at once.

"For now?"

"For now."

She narrows her eyes at you.

"Ms Petrova... What are you-"

"Sofiya-"

"We're talking about work."

"Well then... Ms. Kattan, I have some... Ideas."

"Ideas..."

"Are you hungry?"

She sighs, deeply.

"Yes."

---

You're quite a shit cook, but anybody can manage some baked chicken breast with rice and vegetables. Nadia seems to enjoy 'your cooking'. She enjoyed it so much that she barely said anything throughout the meal, listening intently to your ideas.

When you're finished she sits in silence for a while.

"The board would never agree," she says finally.

"They already did."

Fork fell out of Nadia's hand, her eyes wide.

"I proposed it as a hypothetical idea I've been playing with."

Nadia rests her head in her hands.

"So... Ms Petrova, you told the board that you wanted to... Make your personal assistant a co-head of your department... And they... Agreed?"

"After some... Concessions from me."

One of Nadia's eyes peeked out from between her fingers.

"Such as?"

"A pay cut, demotion, we would lose all staff, and be on everybody's shit list until we've proven ourselves... But I am pretty sure we can take Cassandra with us." You say. "Nobody cares about interns."

"So... In essence you would be replaced and start a new department... With me?" Nadia said, sitting very still.

"Yes."

"I am not qualified for that."

"You already run half of our department!" You say with a laugh. "Your new position would simply formalize it."

Nadia does not respond. In fact, you are not even sure if she's breathing right now. You take a deep breath and continue.

"Look, I got the idea because... I don't want to be your boss... For personal reasons. But the more I thought about it, the more I believe that together- as partners- we can go further than as we are now!"

You stand up, and walk around the table to kneel beside her. 

"We are a good team, Nadia. Ten years from now, we'll be running that place. Hell, we'll own the building!"

She looks down on you with a dazed look. She thought she was coming here tonight to lose her job, and now you're offering her a promotion... And more.

Finally, after a long silence, she says. "I will need to think about it."

That's not exactly the answer you wanted, but you take your disappointment and stuff it deep inside. Nadia glances at the doors.

"Alright... Now... If you want to go home to think about it, I'll understand."

Nadia nods.

"But... There's some things I bought today that I haven't shown you... They're in my bedroom," you whisper.

She arches one eyebrow at you, trying to look disinterested, but you can tell you got her. You grin and lead her to your bedroom without a word.

Nadia is practically skipping as she follows behind.

---

You considered candles, or rose petals, or whatever it is people do for romance, but in the end you figured it's best to just play to your audience.

Nadia's mood grows considerably more warm when she sees all of your recent purchases spread on your bed.

Cuffs, paddles, rope, a whole array of vibrators, dildo's and butt-plugs. She walks up to your bed and leans over, touching each toy, a wicked smile spreading on her lips. She leaves the best for last.

The strap-on is made of soft black leather, with a screw on base for mounting a dildo. There's another dildo inside, ready to please Nadia as she uses it. Nadia's fingers softly trace over the leather, the buckles and straps, before she moves on to the array of dildo's lined up on the bed.

"You are a shrewd negotiator," she says softly.

"I try... So is this what you would want to use-"

"Yes," she says while already buckling herself in.

She adjusts all the straps quickly, with practiced ease. Not for the first time you wonder about her personal life. But, for the first time, you feel like you can ask.

"So... How did you learn all... This?" You ask as you sit on the bed.

Nadia stands above you, tall and beautiful. She's wearing only her shirt and stockings, skirt long discarded. The look of the strap-on hugging her hips tightly does something to your stomach.

"I work hard..." She says, as she pulls the last strap in place. "And I play hard... I have for a long time... I started in college, as a way to relieve stress."

You laugh, trying to imagine it. "So, for all the years you've worked for me, you... Spent your free time dominating women?"

She smiles at you, as a way of answering, a predatory gleam in her eye. Suddenly, you feel like a little deer caught by something far larger than itself. She points to the detachable dildos. "Pick one."

You're supposed to pick? You look at the shapes and sizes of them and wonder. It's been a while since anything larger entered you... But on the other hand, some of the larger ones look really... Filling.

You pick one that's large, but smaller than your own cock. You flush as you hand it to Nadia, hoping dearly that you can actually take it.

"Good. Now, undress... Sofiya," Nadia says, as she screws the dildo in.

Nadia had never seen you naked. Neither have you seen her. Down to the bra and stockings, yes, but never fully nude. You try to make it a good show for her, rolling the straps of your dress down your shoulders slowly, but you're vibrating with anticipation. 

Your submission was meant as a gift for her, but maybe... Maybe you're more of a switch than you realized. 

"There," you say after you're done. "All done, Nadia... Or should I call you something else?"

She thinks it over as she takes your naked body in. The years have mercifully spared you the extra weight. Her eyes roam over your dark patterning- tight around your neck, spreading wider to travel around your breasts, just to cinch back and lead down to your aching cock.

"Ms. Kattan is fine."

"Do you like what you see Ms. Kattan?"

She swallows hard before answering, making you feel even warmer.

"Yes Sofiya... You're... You're beautiful," she says gently before stepping closer, the dildo almost touching your lips. "Now... Suck it."

Your heart does a flip, as you look up into her dark eyes. You kiss the tip of the dildo- it's electric blue, slowly fading into grey at the base. It's somewhat realistic in shape, enough to make you feel like you're about to suck Nadia's cock. You take the head into your mouth, sucking on it gently.

"Oh... Yes. Enjoy it..." Nadia whispers.

Before long, you forget that it's just a piece of silicone, and lick and caress it earnestly. Your lips tingle, with that now familiar sensation of coming pleasure. You've learned how to make yourself come from eating Nadia out, why not from this?

"That's right Sofiya, go deeper..." 

Her stockings feel wonderful on your hands, as you take more of her into your mouth, the head pushing into your throat. You go as far as you can before gagging, then pull out. Nadia's eyes are almost black, her pupils blown wide with arousal.

Those eyes make you try again. You push in deeper and deeper, until your nose presses against the leather of the strap-on. The dildo stretches your throat wide, making your cock leak precum. 

Your moans embolden Nadia- her hips rock gently, as she fucks your throat, holding your head in place by your horns. You let her do it, enjoying the scent of her dripping wet pussy, so close to your nose now. 

"Do you like it? Sofiya?" She grunts, her voice heavy with pleasure. "Do you like it?"

You moan happily, and are rewarded with her hips bucking harder. She begins fucking your throat without restraint. Slamming her hips against your lips, stretching your throat, the hot ache of it shooting straight down to your core and cock.

Feeling her use you like this is awakening something in you, something primal. You stroke yourself madly, one hand near the tip, another traveling lower, to your ass.

Your fingers gently explore the rim, trying to recapture the pleasure Nadia gave you earlier. Between that, the fullness in your throat, and Nadia's increasingly deep moans you can't hold off anymore. 

When the first rope of your cum hits Nadia's leg, she flinches, but does not stop fucking you. She moans. "You're- Sofiya are you coming? From this?"

You groan affirmation, Nadia whimpers and speeds up, grinding herself against you in jerky motions.

"Yesss!" She groans. "Oh yes- Sofiya!"

She grabs your horns and makes your mouth her own as she comes. She grinds herself against your mouth, hard, in uncontrolled jerks. You can't breathe, but you don't care, her pleasure is the only thing you can think of right now.

Nadia stumbles away from you, the dildo leaving your throat, leaving a trail of spit behind. You fall back onto the bed, numb and happy. Nadia stands above you, on shaky legs, gasping for air.

"You- you liked it?" She asks, unexpected vulnerability in her voice.

"Yeah..." 

She says nothing in response, but crawls on top of you and hugs you.

"Are you alright? I shouldn't have gone this hard the first time..." 

"I'm... Fine," you say, then add. "My throat feels a bit scratchy."

"Next time, I promise I'll take it easier," Nadia says.

"Next time?" You ask, unable to keep hope out of your voice.

She raises herself on her elbows, her face now close to yours. For a second you feel self conscious, mostly because of all the drool on your chin, but she doesn't seem to care.

"Sofiya... Don't let my reluctance to go along with your plan make you believe that... I don't care."

"I know that you care."

"I'm not a very... Sentimental person," she says, her voice quiet and intense all of a sudden.

"Me neither."

"I don't want there to be a misunderstanding. You're clearly offering me... Something romantic. I am not misreading this... Am I?"

"Yes I am. I care for you and I want... Romance." you say simply. You don't want misunderstandings either.

She nods slowly.

"I am not very romantic."

"That's fine."

"I can't romance... My boss."

"Neither could I an employee."

Her eyes never leave yours, as she understands your meaning. The change in her employment status is about more than just work and sex. Without saying anything, she nods and leans down. You crane your neck, trying to reach her, hoping for another kiss. Nadia smirks and dodges you, aiming instead for your neck.

You gasp, unused to this kind of treatment. She leaves a trail of hot wet kisses all the way to your breasts.

"Oh yes..." You whisper, as her mouth encloses around your nipple.

She licks your nipples slowly and carefully, lavishing them with kisses, alternating between them every couple of minutes. The breast she isn't currently worshipping, she kneads and rolls in her hand- pinching and teasing the nipple all the time. 

Her mouth teases out more and more of that pleasant ache, until you're sure you could come from this. Another wonderful discovery. By the time Nadia is satisfied that your breasts have been loved enough, your cock is dripping with precum.

She gets off of you- her lips swollen from all the work she put in- and gently slaps you on your hip. Lay on your side Sofiya," she whispers.

You lay on your side and watch her prepare herself. Before long she is naked, her hair loose from the bun and glasses placed carefully to your night table. 

You like seeing them there.

She settles herself behind you, as naked as you are- her breasts press against your back, the nipples hard.

"Are you ready?" She whispers in your ear, as she slathers lube on the dildo, and your ass.

"Yes. Please," you say, enjoying the feeling of the dildo's head pressing against your rim.

She does not make you wait. With a sigh, she pushes her hips out, driving herself into you slowly. The head of the dildo makes it in, before you tighten, unused to its size. 

"It's alright..." She whispers. "I'll be gentle."

Nadia waits for you to relax before she pushes in more. It takes time, and a lot of gentle whispering. You tense up a couple of times, but her soft voice guides you through it- before long, she's fully inside you. Her breasts, stomach and thighs pressing against your back and legs. The dildo buried deep inside you, filling you.

"How does it feel Sofiya?"

"Amazing," you whisper. 

"That's good..." She whispers back, as her hands sneak around to capture your breasts. "Let me know if anything hurts..."

You nod, but can't find the words to say anything. You've come thrice tonight, and the Heat is not as strong anymore, but the feeling of Nadia hugging you tight is taking your words away.

"T-talk- talk to me," you manage to say. "I like- your voice."

"How demanding," she chuckles into your ear. Then, she pulls out an inch before slamming her hips into your ass, making you moan. "I will endeavor to keep you satisfied..."

Gently, at first, then more firmly she thrusts in and out of you. The dildo is very different from her fingers, larger, more filling. Each thrust pressing against your prostate, making you lose your mind.

Her voice in your ear keeps you sane, but only just.

"You feel so good Sofiya... So soft," Nadia whispers "I wanted to play with your breasts for so long..."

She drives into you, hard, and stays buried to the hilt, her fingers pinching and twisting your nipples. You scream from the sheer pleasure of it all.

"Every day- since I was hired- you were there- so- so pretty-" She says, her voice growing rougher in between thrusts.

"I thought- that you were- so great- but- Not my type-"

Your moans became a constant undulating scream. You did not know it could feel this way, with anybody.

"Not my- type of woman- even- though- so great otherwise!"

Her tongue on your ear, licking it all over, biting, tasting, driving you crazy.

"Then- you- you- stopped the pills!"

Her thrusts grow frantic- hard and tight. Hands no longer teasing, just squeezing hard, her breath laboured. 

"Now- you're so- so- so much- so-"

Nadia grinds herself into you, hard, her mouth doing things you can't even describe to your earlobe. She buries herself deep inside you as she comes, growling her pleasure into your ear. You've never heard her like this before, and it was enough to bring you over the edge as well.

You come with her, splattering your bed with your seed. Enjoying her warmth and rough handling of you- her deep hard thrusts, pushing into that new strange locus of pleasure you never really explored before. If you knew prostate orgasms could feel like this, you would have had a whole lot more of them in your life!

Now, both of you lay there spent, gasping for air, working through the afterglow. Her hot, sweaty skin felt amazing on yours. This is what you wanted... And now that you've tasted it, even through the haze of the receding heat, you felt a pang of fear that it will never happen again.

You hope for more conversation. For more cuddling. Anything, really, but no. Nadia is the first one to rouse, gently pulling herself out of you. The feeling of being empty, so odd after what you just did.

"I have to go home," she whispers into your ear.

You turn to look her in the eyes, and see affection there. Whatever her decision may be, she feels something for you, you're sure.

That affection stops you from asking for her answer again. You’re not going to get it tonight.

She gets dressed without a word. When she's done, you are sure she will just leave without a word, but she does not. She walks over to the bed and leans in for a gentle chaste kiss.

It takes you a long time to fall asleep that night, despite your exhaustion. 

---

You hoped that Nadia would have been swept off her feet by your, rather rusty, attempts at romance... But she wasn't. 

The next day after your evening together, the two of you went back to work, acting as if nothing had changed. It was delightful torture to have her so close to you, having to pretend you did not care for her, even as you continued to have sex every day.

You wanted to scream at her to hurry up and decide, but you didn't. She had her way of dealing with things, and you respected her need for space. Which did not mean the wait wasn't hard. Giving her orders was difficult, but not giving her orders would be a betrayal of your roles, so you did it.

The day of reckoning came two weeks later. There had been no warning, or change in behaviour. One evening, two hours before you were meant to go home, she walked over to your desk and spoke while busying herself with her tablet.

"There's been a change of schedule for tonight. I will need your approval."

"Oh?" 

There, in your daily planner, a new item on the agenda. 

DINNER AT YOUR APARTMENT

"That will be fine... We will have to order in," you say, fighting your impulse to jump up and kiss her. 

"Already taken care of," she said while swiping at her tablet. "Italian for eight pm."

Then, without saying anything else, she simply walked out of your office to take care of some business. You leaned back in your chair and enjoyed the moment. You knew there would be a lot of work and challenges ahead of the two of you, but for the time, you simply smiled and looked forward to the coming evening.

That night, Nadia stayed over for the first time.

A week later you confirmed your 'departement restructuring' plans to the board.

A few days after, you and Nadia had to endure a rather disheartening speech from the CEO that could be summed up to:  "You two are already as good as fired. Now go and earn your jobs back. You have one year."

So you got to work.

Three months later you were officially off the shit list.

Four months after that the higher ups started to act as if you were worth their time again. 

Five months later you and Nadia were asked to present at an international conference as two raising stars of the company.

A day later you announced your secret relationship to the board. A not unreasonable amount of gnashing of teeth and recriminations followed, but your results spoke for themselves.

The CEO called you two "sneaky bitches" with a smile and you pretended to find it funny.

Now, a good two years after the first time you and Nadia kissed, you are in your newly renovated office on the thirty eight floor and feel rather smug about the whole thing. 

You did it.

"Is everything alright, Mrs. Petrova?" Alice asks you, slightly out of breath, smelling delightful.

"It is... It's great," you tell your assistant, feeling also somewhat out of breath. 

She is a pleasant, rather chubby, young Japanese-American woman, who you almost did not hire. Nadia, in her eternal wisdom, insisted you do.

"Mrs. Pe-Petrova, we have eight minutes before- before your one o clock!" Alice gasped. "You need to- to hurry!"

 While she never quite reached the heights of Nadia as your PA, she made up for it in other areas. Less than two days after you hired her, Alice asked if she could suck your cock. 'I do it for all my bosses!' she said, happily. 

Another reason to never doubt Nadia.

You grab onto her hips firmly, enjoying her softness. You speed up, slamming your hips into her ample ass, driving your cock deeper into her pussy. You can feel her tightening, enjoying it as much as you do. As it turns out, Alicia has a bit of a fetish for being used like this, which makes her perfect for your daily needs.

Now, every day, you take her whichever way you feel like. With Nadia you've always had a worry that she'd rather be in charge, but with Alice it's different. Ten minutes ago, you saw her lean over your desk, her skirt stretching tightly over her big ass and... Well... You couldn't help yourself.

You do miss Nadia being there with you, every hour of every day, but your new assistant sure makes the time apart easier!

The door to your office beeps letting you know Nadia is here. She, and Cassandra, are the only other people with the code. It was a necessary precaution after a couple of close calls over the years. 

Nadia walks in, beautiful as ever. Not much has changed there, except the ring on her finger, an exact copy of the one you have.

"Alice, Mrs. Petrova needs to be somewhere in five minutes," Nadia says, sounding stern.

"I'm- trying to get here there!" Alice moans pitifully.

Cassandra trails in behind Nadia, trying not to stare too much. By her flush and delicate ligature marks already fading off of her wrists you guess she'd just had a 'training session' with Nadia. You wink at her, and she smiles back.

You turn your attention back to Nadia, who's just been standing there, watching you fuck your assistant without comment. You slap Alice's ass, making the woman moan obscenely. She begins pressing back against you hard, her ass jiggling with every thrust. All the while you maintain eye contact with Nadia.

"Come here, Nadia," you demand. She obliges with a twinkle in her eye.

You grab her by her collar and pull her in close. The kiss is fast, and messy, all you can really do in your state. But her scent and taste are always enough to make you come. You empty yourself inside Alice, who's gasping and groaning with her own climax.

"T-thank you Mrs. Petrova..." Alice purrs, as she lays her head down on your desk.

"Clean yourself Ms Sato. My wife's assistant will not look like a slob..." Nadia says, not looking away from you.

"Yes Mrs. Kattan..." Your assistant answers, pretending to be chastised. 

The four of you have just enough time to get yourself looking like you haven't just had sex, before you have to hurry to your meeting. On the way out of the office, you catch Nadia's eyes searching for yours.

There is a gleam in them, one that promises pleasure and pain. In the hierarchy of the company you may be equals, but you often take the lead when you're in the office. You can't help it, the Heat makes you aggressive.

More often than not, she's the one on the receiving end of your attentions, and she loves it. But at home? At home she repays you tenfold for everything you've done to her at work.

The evening promises to be very interesting.

You walk into the elevator, enjoying your team's scent. Nadia's hand sneaks into yours, but the woman herself focuses on her tablet. You enjoy her warmth as you think back to the life you used to live years ago.

You're really fucking glad you forgot to take those pills.

THE END

This is it for these characters!

I rather enjoyed writing a vote driven story. Trying to keep the characters consistent and find some sort of a theme was challenging, but I liked it.

I hated writing in second person though. Never again! Why did I do it? Why? It's awful! Fuck!

There will be a bit of a lull in content coming up. I have not put nearly enough time into working on the Alfie epilogue, mostly due getting distracted by this whole thing. I always feel like I am failing the patrons if I don't post content consistently, which makes working on Alfie hard. I will shift more of my focus towards the lil rat, at least for now.

Once I get a good rhythm going with Alfie, I will start working on GrimLewd 2.0. It's gonna be fun.