Yes, Boss

Rating: Explicit, Alpha Lena, Omega Kara.

Description: CEO Lena Luthor discovers that her employees have a running bet to find out who will be the first to sleep with the Head of Testing and Development, Kara Danvers.

Tags: Comedy and jealousy, top Alpha Lena, pussy rubbing, barebacking, knotting, soft Kara and soft Lena (until they get it on), dirty talk.

Word count: 7,018



At L-Corp Technologies, CEO Lena Luthor prides herself on her open door policy, omega equal pay schemes, STEM scholarships, and in-house daycare programs for working parents. Luthor has a reputation not just for being a progressive alpha in the tech industry, but also as someone who genuinely cares about every one of her employees.

Lena read out loud from the Monday morning Business section of The Daily Planet and paused to fold over the inky pages with a gloating smile. Her brother Lex sat across from her with his fingers steepled and a quizzical expression on his face.

After taking over the company amid poorly managed expansion efforts, Lena had worried about tanking profits and bad press, and most of all, how she would be perceived as the youngest of the Luthor executives in charge of such a vast and enterprising company. It took two years of constant work to whip L-Corp into the company she wanted it to be, and she was blushing all over with joy just from reading the article about her success story.

“Of course you care about your employees, especially that Danvers girl, who wears all of those short pleated skirts.” Lex sneered and dropped his hands onto the armrests, belittling Lena’s accomplishments with a weary sigh. “Speaking of which, did you know there’s a running bet that involves your protégé Miss Danvers? Apparently, everyone has an opinion about who this omega will bed first. That doesn’t sound like a very progressive office environment to me. I hear there’s quite a large sum of money at stake, too.”

Lena’s face turned glacial upon hearing the subtle threat in Lex’s voice — to drag her name through the mud in favor of proving some rotten point.


The truth was Lena had known about the betting pool for a week. At first, she had been outraged at the participants and planned on shutting the whole thing down. The one hitch was that delicate feelings were involved, specifically Kara’s, and Lena had reason to believe that if she brought an end to the whole bet, then someone would have been declared most likely to get in Kara’s pants. And that someone might feel entitled to initiate a relationship with Miss Danvers.


When Lena saw that her own name was in the running, she had silently tossed a lot of money into the pot, because if no one managed to beat her, then that would never happen. It all made sense to her at the time, but it seemed to be backfiring and increasing all of the office buzz about the ongoing bet.

To make the atmosphere in her executive suite all the more uncomfortable, Miss Danvers chose that moment to knock on Lena’s door.

Lex smirked at the omega’s sudden appearance and took that as his cue to get up. “Have a good day, sis, and congratulations on your win for the company. I’m excited to see where you take things from here.”

The sarcasm in his voice was lost on Kara, who smiled and stepped aside for him. She waited until the door swung shut behind Lex before approaching Lena with the cutest bounce in her step.

Lena sighed at her predicament and let her eyes slide down Kara, from her breasts to the skirt that didn’t at all hid her thighs from view. She wished it was a button-down shirt and trousers kind of day, or that Kara would have worn one of her more hideous ensembles. It wasn’t fair to be confronted with her own attraction so early in the morning.

“Kara,” Lena sang out and gestured to the seat across from her in invitation. “Please.”

Sit the fuck down before I send myself to HR for sexually harassing you.

“I brought you some donuts,” Kara grinned and pushed a bag across the table at Lena before opening up the folder in her hand.

Lena massaged a knot at the back of her neck and glared down at the bag of donuts, all of them either cream-filled or pink with holes in the middle. She hated how gay those little gifts made her feel, and yet she couldn’t resist pulling one out of the bag and absolutely ruining it in front of Kara.

“I just wanted your approval,” Kara stated with a slow blink, and Lena’s mind went to other ways she could grant her approval, specifically with Kara bent over her lap and begging to be fucked hard.

Lena could sense her mouth was open in a blatant, hungering stare, and she had to cross her legs to avoid showing Kara how aroused she was for no reason.

Kara shoved a sheet of paper across the table, which was a benign budget request that knocked Lena straight out of her perverted fantasies.

“Oh, sure, this looks good,” Lena muttered belatedly, giving zero fucks as she signed her name.

For all she knew, she had just approved the purchase of four elephants and a circus tent for the Testing and Development Department and agreed to dress up like a clown, but she didn’t care because Kara was looking at her glazed lips and licking her own.

“I read that article, by the way,” Kara pointed with her pen and chuckled cheerfully. “It is true what they say. As your employee, I can certainly say I feel genuine warmth from you on a daily basis.”

“I like feeling your warmth, too. I just— I mean – you radiate such positive energy.” Lena practically threw the budget request across the desk at Kara and stood up to escort her employee to the door before she crossed any hard boundaries. “Just let me know if you need anything else, okay?”

Like a back rub, or my hands all over those rock hard abs of yours, or an orgasm.

Lena pulled a smile onto her face and lingered in the doorway to watch Kara hurry off down the hall.

Rather than return to her office, Lena surreptitiously headed towards the break room, where all of the bets were placed at random hours of the work day.

She had yet to identify who was in charge of coordinating the bet, but a big yellow legal pad kept track of each employee’s tally marks, and one of the lockboxes had been allocated for the purpose of storing the bet-related funds.

“Shit.”

Lena noticed that Andrea Rojas’ name somehow ended up at the top of the list, this time with little hearts drawn around it.

“What the fuck, Andrea isn’t even an employee,” Lena spat in anger and scrawled her name as she reached into her pocket for cash.

Andrea was a big distributor and one of their clients, the head of Obsidian Tech. As far as Lena knew, Miss Rojas was in a meeting that morning with the head of Lena’s sales department, William Dey, and her marketing head, Nia Nal.

Lena stalked through the main floor of product development and searched the conference rooms without drawing too much attention to herself. She tended to wander around and check on the status of projects throughout the day, and yet her energy must have been all off, because her employees hid from her instead of saying hello as they normally did.

Except for William Dey, who stood like a wooden statue right in her path, and almost knocked Lena off her heels.

“Oh, god, Miss Luthor, I’m so sorry,” Dey apologized and grabbed her by the arm to mercifully prevent her from falling onto her ass.

“It’s okay,” Lena assured him and glanced around to where Andrea was speaking in hushed tones with Miss Danvers. “Hey, William, you wouldn’t happen to know why Andrea Rojas is talking to my head of Testing and Development, would you? You don’t think she’s trying to scoop our products, right?”

William shook his head to dispel Lena’s fears of insider theft. “No, no, it’s nothing like that. I think there might be some kind of one-sided romantic interest there. Miss Rojas has asked Kara out on several dates in the past, which she appropriately declined. I probably shouldn’t be telling you any of this, but I wouldn’t want there to be any trouble with our biggest account, and Kara has been quite friendly in regards to handling the situation—”

Quite friendly?

Lena nodded at that and left William hanging before he could explain the situation in even more long-winded detail. She stomped over to where Andrea was engulfing Kara with her alpha stink, and crossed her arms in subtle warning.

“Andrea, I thought you had a meeting with Mr. Dey today,” Lena interrupted with an irritated jut of her chin and intentionally stuck one of her toes out so that she was blocking Kara off with her body language alone.

“I do, but I was just speaking to one of your brightest and strongest employees,” Andrea replied distractedly without doing Lena the courtesy of even glancing in her direction. “Kara was extremely helpful to me last week. She carried entire boxes of samples to my car without even breaking a sweat.”

“That was nothing,” Kara laughed, becoming shy as she lifted her eyes to Lena and mumbled the last of her words. “The only thing around here that makes me break into a sweat is my boss - oh! - not because of the amount of work or anything, but just because I always strive to do my best and impress her—”


Lena smiled at that revelation and her confrontational vibes dropped several levels along with the decibel of her voice. “Well, Kara, you impress me every day. In fact, you’re the only one I would trust to handle juggling all of the responsibilities related to getting our products out.”

Nia wandered past, gawking for a minute as she circled around on Andrea. “Hey there, William asked me to escort you into the conference room.”

Lena put her hand onto her hip to posture until Andrea walked off, and then she swung around to resume looking at Kara.


The ethics of her sexual attraction often prevented her from being this close or showing any obvious favoritism. She hovered for too long, drawn in by the rosiness of Kara’s face and the parting of her lips.

“Did you know there’s a basketball game tonight?” Kara blurted and clumsily reached all the way across a desk to grab a flier. “I’m pretty sure it’s just going to be an alpha flexing contest. I saw Michael Matthews collecting money from a few people, so I’m sure they have some kind of bet going. I know you’re always pretty busy, but I was thinking of going, and I thought maybe if you were there, we could team up for doubles. You play, right?”

The stereotype that alphas were good at sports absolutely did not apply in Lena’s case. She had participated in everything from soccer to fencing when she was growing up, and she was decidedly better at competitions that involved weapons.

That of course didn’t stop her from lying outright and nodding with emphatic, wide eyes. “Oh, yeah, I’m a total pro. I’m better at soccer, but basketball is my second fave. I’ll catch you there.”

As she wandered back to her office, Lena frantically Googled the rules to basketball to refresh her memory. She snooped around the office for clues about how the basketball game connected back to the bet.

After stopping off at a few desks and stealing a note she discovered in her employee break room, Lena figured out that the game was meant to be a chance to show off for Kara, and to push along an outcome in the competition to get into her panties.

By the middle of the morning, Lena had a spreadsheet with all of the names of Kara’s potential heartthrobs and the pros and cons of firing them:

Michael M.
William D.
Brian “Brainy” F.
Kate K.
Barry A.
Lucy L.
James O.

None of them were suitable matches for Kara, even when disregarding L-Corp’s policy that prohibited her employees from dating coworkers. Everyone on the list was professionally competent, except for Michael Matthews, who relied on his charm more than smarts to get ahead.

Several ideas came to mind about how she should handle the situation, the first of which would be underhanded and meant lying to force at least half of her staff to work overtime. The second was more direct: she could simply ask Kara for help on a new project and ruin the whole basketball ploy by making Kara miss it entirely. The last and regrettably the most moral choice was to just alpha-up and attend the game as if she was none the wiser to the bet happening in the background.

That came with the highest risk. If she underperformed on the court in front of her employees, she would be seen as weak in the eyes of the alphas, and Kara might think less of her. On the other hand, if she was too aggressive in how she played, then she might scare Kara off and alienate herself after striving so hard to be a progressive leader. She would have to find a delicate balance somewhere in the middle and hope that she didn’t humiliate herself.

To say her mind was elsewhere for the rest of the morning would have been an understatement. Twice she typed up emails and almost sent them off to the wrong departments, and in between watching clips of basketball covertly at her desk, her thoughts meandered to what Kara might look like in little ass hugging shorts as she jumped around on the court.

It was unnerving to find herself hard at her desk, more so when Kara pushed through the door unannounced with lunch for the both of them.

“You’ve been so busy working away in here that I figured I’d grab you my go-to lunch before you forgot to eat,” Kara explained, her quickened steps doing her breasts no favors as they bounced in her low-cut top.

Lena resented how her hunger wasn’t for food and leaned forward to hide the rest of her body behind the desk before Kara realized how hard at work she really was behind closed doors.

“That’s very kind of you,” Lena uttered, lifting the lid on a container to find an abundance of leafy greens and chunks of unseasoned chicken.

“I know there’s nothing remarkable about chicken Caesar salad, but sometimes I just crave that salty, creamy tang, you know?” Kara’s effervescent personality didn’t curb how filthy that sounded, and Lena stared at her for a few seconds while the omega stuffed salad into her mouth.

The white remnants of dressing coated her lips and Kara licked it off without any idea how close she was to being pinned across the desk. The savage way Lena dug into the meal probably made it seem like she was starving, but she was desperate to keep her mouth full, lest something suggestive fly off of her tongue.

“It’s lucky that you stopped by right now. I have a conference call in five minutes,” Lena’s tone belied the fabrication she pulled out of thin air to hurry Kara out of her office before her attraction became apparent.


The crisp, light scent of Kara’s pheromones were sweeter than the small pot of flowers on Lena’s table, and she tried not to breathe them in while they sat across from each other.

“Oh, darn,” Kara slumped in a rather unfortunate manner that put her tits on display.


Lena glimpsed down her top at the thin lace that cupped her employee’s breasts with covetous greed.

“I was hoping after lunch you would pop down to the lab with me.” Kara spoke with her plastic fork, motioning with it as she confided bashfully, “There’s just a few things I’d like you to take a look at before we begin trials for our latest gadget, but I’m sure I can handle it myself.”

Lena sat forward at the invitation to check Kara’s work and shoved the salad aside as she blustered, “Well, hold on, I’m sure I can reschedule.”

Kara chewed her lip and pushed her glasses up with the same adorable crinkle between her brows that so often disarmed Lena’s alpha. “I wouldn’t want to disrupt your plans. My team can assist me.”

“Nonsense, I’d love to see the progress you’ve been making, and I prefer a hands-on approach,” Lena regretted her choice of words the second she breathed them into existence and recoiled at her faux pas. If anyone overheard her speaking like that out of context it could be a PR disaster, and it didn't help that Kara blinked back at her curiously.

“Great, I’ll let you finish your lunch and I’ll see you down there.” Kara stood up abruptly with her half eaten salad and turned so fast that her short skirt fluttered up at the edges.

Lena wasn’t proud of the way she stared, and it took her too long to realize that she was following the sway of the omega’s hips as Kara walked to the elevator. She dropped her head into her hands with a miserable groan, and sighed into her palms, “Jesus, I’m so fucked.”

If only she had known then how true that was, she might not have ventured down to the basement floor ten minutes later, equipped with only her wits and her cell phone.


The labs were all protected with biometric locks, and Lena expected to find Kara with the rest of her team when she scanned herself into the main room.

The frigid air hit Lena first but the reason she shivered had little to do with the temperature. Kara sat alone with a soldering iron in her hand, though Lena had no idea what she was working on, because the omega’s nipples were perfectly pebbled and poking at her shirt to greet Lena.

If she had been capable of noticing that nobody else was in the lab at that moment, Lena might have reconsidered engaging Kara. In spite of her intellect, it was her alpha that guided her forward and she cleared her throat to let her presence be known.

“Hey, you made it, I was just touching a few things up,” Kara grinned and beckoned Lena closer to take a look at the new tech she was toying with, no doubt eager to get Lena’s opinion.

Lena could think of a few things she would like to touch up herself, and tried to block them out as her eyes slid to Kara’s figure instead of the project she was working on. “So, what are we working with here?”

“It’s the new model for PIB,” Kara reported with pride and turned the small bot around to show Lena how the Personal Intelligence Bot resembled a tuxedo-wearing penguin. “We now have several new features and he’s programmed to carry out sophisticated home repairs that previously only experts could manage.”

With a press of her finger against the protected and sensitive receptor on PIB’s tummy, Kara issued a voice command. “PIB, please fix the cracked plaster in front of you.”

On the table were several damaged components, including a dry board with plaster and paint on it, a set of pipes with intentional clogs in them, and another box with wires to test PIB’s knowledge of electrical work.

PIB made a happy chirping noise as he worked away, fixing the plaster with his wing-like tool.

Before hiring Kara, PIB had looked more humanoid in design and less like a friendly little pet that could handle doing chores for the user. At the completion of his work, PIB performed a little dance and clapped his hands.

“I love this new model,” Lena complimented, and not just because PIB’s new height made him conveniently stand at the height of Kara’s tits. “A lot of people are frightened of AI, but now PIB looks like a friendly little pet who does your chores for you. It’s going to change the market.”

Kara smiled and demonstrated all of PIB’s capabilities while Lena appreciated the number of times her employee had to bend over the table to retrieve and position the robot.

She waited every time for the bend of Kara’s hips and then her eyes slid downward to rest on the omega’s short skirt. It was more of a reflexive perving than a conscious decision to stare, and it must have fried the last of her dwindling brain cells.

“This is brilliant, Kara,” Lena praised and scooped up the small robot with the plan to test him on a real-world problem. There were plenty of actual wires in L-Corp’s basement, and in Lena’s lustful haze, she didn’t factor in how detrimental it would be to set PIB in the middle of them and put him to work. She found that out when she carelessly uttered the phrase, “And you’ve cut our costs by half.”

PIB scuttled over to cut through a thick wire on one of the computer terminals, and then the lights went out all through L-CORP as PIB shot through the air like a small black cannonball. Lena had just enough sense left to rush at Kara and push her onto the floor, and then they both scrambled for the powder-extinguishers to put out the electrical fire she caused.

Tiny reflective lights on the floor made it possible to see, and fortunately they were able to stop the fire before it spread.

It said a lot about Lena’s mental state that being alone in the dark with Kara was like getting one of those cards in monopoly that sent her straight to jail, horny jail. Her company could have burned to the ground, but Kara was in front of her and her chest was heaving from the danger of the moment and the omega had Lena’s complete attention.

“Are you hurt?” Kara asked, panicked and holding onto Lena’s arm with no regard for professional boundaries.

Only then did Lena realize she had groaned out loud.

L-Corps superior security system kicked in alongside the back-up generator, flooding the basement with a dim red light before Lena could utter a word.

Security Protocol Activated announced the AI, and a chain reaction of automatic shutdowns and lock-ins began. The basement door sealed itself shut and the elevator doors refused to open, no matter how many times Lena jabbed at the button frantically.

It was one thing to be alone with Kara, and another to be locked in a room with her with no escape from her pheromones or the intense earnestness of her concern.

Lena tugged her hand out of Kara’s grip to stall the urges of her alpha, and shut her eyes as she wheezed, “Don’t worry Kara, I’ll override the system with the master code and—”

“Wait, Lena,” Kara implored, stepping in front of the wall panel to block off Lena’s access with a nervous little lip bite and a quick fluttering of her lashes. “I wanted to talk to you. That’s why I was the only one in the lab. Now seems like the perfect opportunity to speak candidly.”

Lena happened to be so engrossed with Kara’s steady breaths that she hadn’t realized how close she was to leaning into the omega. “If you’re worried about Health and Safety, we can sort something out once the building is up and running, but I hope you know that you’re safe with me.”

“It’s not that. It’s just— as much as I love working here, I think it’s time for me to find a new job.” Kara offered up her tactful explanation in the softest, apologetic voice only to grimace at the powerful, offended scent of Lena’s alpha.

“What? Why?” Lena demanded with an unreasonable amount of betrayal that prompted her into forgetting every negotiation tactic she had learned over the years. “I’ll give you a raise.”

“I don’t want your money, Lena.” The strange inflection to Kara’s words didn’t quite register at first, even though the omega seemed to be peering up at her in coy curiosity.

“If this is about the bet going around the office, I want you to know I don’t tolerate it in the slightest, and I’m carrying out an internal investigation to find out who started it.” Lena wasn’t entirely sure why she said that, considering the only investigation taking place was her own private one based on suspicion that Michael was responsible.

She smoothed down her suit jacket to stand authoritatively and breathed in a strong whiff of Kara’s saccharine pheromones. With her jaw set and her eyes trained on Kara’s face, Lena battled with her alpha, who would have jumped right to making grand gestures to convince her favorite employee to stay.

“It has nothing to do with the bet,” Kara insisted in a quieter, more sedate lilt that both comforted and riled Lena even more. “Okay, that’s a lie. Sort of. It’s just that I would be breaking all kinds of company policy if I hooked up with one of my colleagues—”

Lena could feel the blood rushing into her face and burning with jealousy. “And there’s someone you like? An employee you’ve been dating. Please tell me it’s not Michael. You’re far too good for that scrawny little bottom-feeder.”

Kara burst into laughter over the choice of words and shook her head with a shy blush. “No, it’s someone else. Someone in a much higher position—”

“Andrea!” Lena concluded with fury coiling hot inside of her and tingling into her fingertips, which had already slipped onto her phone to dial her client’s number. “Oh god, she didn’t use her sway to get you into bed, did she? I should have known with the way she was crowding you in the hall earlier. I’m so sorry, Kara—”

“No, no—Lena, stop,” Kara pleaded and restrained Lena’s hand before she impulsively accused one of their best clients.

There wasn’t enough distance between them, and Lena could practically feel the warm cascade of Kara’s breath ghosting her cheek as the omega released the subtlest begging notes to calm her down. It irritated Lena how fast it worked, how effective Kara was at handling her volatile emotions, even when she was devastated to be losing her to someone else. Kara was the one person Lena trusted to run the company in her absence, and if she was honest, the only one she felt a deeper connection with that went beyond science.

Kara’s firm grip on her hand turned delicate, and Lena stared at the omega as she stroked her fingers down the length of her thumb. “I realized after I read that article that my behavior could undermine all you’ve accomplished in the past year, Lena, and that it would be selfish on my part to continue working here while also trying to get your attention.”

“So, all of your plaid skirt ensembles — you wanted me to look – that was your attempt at seduction?” Lena sputtered in surprise as her brain shut down and all of her blood rushed to activate another part of her that was eager to engage with Kara.

“It worked, didn’t it?” Kara pressed hopefully and breached the precious few inches between them to whisper, “Whenever I wore anything above the knee, you would hide yourself in your office. I mean at first, I thought you were just busy, but then I noticed you would avoid me. I wanted to provoke a reaction so I would know that you were interested.”

“And?” It went without saying on Lena’s part but she needed to hear it from Kara.

“I found hard, conclusive proof of attraction,” Kara boldly asserted, her palm flattening against the fabric of Lena’s pants to rub the hard length of her cock.

Lena stiffened at the warm contact and moaned as Kara continued stroking over the front seam of her tailored pants.

It fell to her to resist her employee, and yet a letter of resignation was sitting on the desk behind Kara. Her erection already throbbed to be touched without the hindrance of the material, and as Kara popped open the button to lower her zipper down, she worked through her reservations.

As an alpha, Lena preferred to take the lead, and she reacted the most to witnessing Kara in full possession of control. She restrained Kara’s wrist, not to bring an end to whatever was happening between them, but to seize back the power for herself.

“How am I ever going to get by here without my most talented employee?” Lena considered aloud, adopting a much stricter tone that concealed her scorching attraction to Kara. “I suppose it would be easier to accept your resignation if you were to show me your other, more private talents.”

She stepped around the omega, sizing her up in a way that was almost as good as touching her, and then came to a pause to place a hand under Kara’s chin. “If you’re sure this is what you want.”

“I already have a list of replacements that I’m sure can fill my shoes professionally,” Kara enunciated, the quiver of her lip alluding to the nervous excitement that Lena detected in her scent.

She smirked at Kara’s honesty and her tendency to think ahead, and guided her backwards toward the desk with a throaty rumble of acceptance.

“Then it seems I’ll have to take your key card and your ID, since you no longer have access to the labs,” Lena intoned, making zero effort to snatch the lanyard off of Kara’s neck as her hand traced the smooth expanse of her unclaimed throat.

Kara tipped her chin up, flaunting the perfect skin with only the slightest gasp when Lena decided to pat her down under the guise of searching her. “I can’t have you walking out of here without searching you first or it’ll show favoritism. I’ll have to be thorough, you understand, we can’t have our secrets being leaked to our competitors.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want that,” Kara airily agreed, submitting completely to Lena’s hands sensually touring her body. She spread her legs without any prompting and whimpered when Lena cupped her pert breasts first to thumb at her nipples.

Lena held her gaze and grinned at the heated flush that rosied Kara’s cheeks, then grazed her palms over those wonderfully defined abs that had distracted her most days. “I’m glad you understand the importance of this, Kara, my reputation is at stake here and I take that very seriously.”

She wasn’t talking about her position as CEO and they both knew it.

Kara nodded in silent encouragement and Lena stepped into her personal space to slide her hands over her ass and then under the skirt that had taunted her all day.
 
Kara’s panties were soft cotton and she squeezed at her cheeks before feeling the slickness between her thighs.

Being confronted with Kara’s arousal put an end to their little game and Lena groaned as she rubbed her fingers into the wet fabric. She fondled Kara with increasing pressure, pressing between her pussy lips to glide her middle finger over her stiff clit with a growl of need. “Do you know how hard it’s been to keep myself in check every time you came into my office wearing these pretty little skirts to flaunt yourself? The countless errors I’ve made and then corrected because all I could think about was how you might sound if I bent you across my desk the way my alpha wanted.”

The more Lena admitted, the quicker her fingers caressed Kara’s slit, forcing the wet material tighter against her cunt as she flicked her clit. The stimulation brought Kara’s knees together and she whined so beautifully that Lena allowed it for all of two seconds before growling her commands.

“Open your legs, Kara, I want unrestricted access to your cunt, and I expect to get it if you’re going to be dating me.” It was the first time she dared to acknowledge what she wanted, and Kara’s shuddery groan as she fought to part her legs all but confirmed that it was mutual.

The omega changed stance and Lena cupped at the coveted little spot between her thighs where her slim pussy lips met. Lena spread them even through the cotton, forming a wet patch that made it much easier to slide the panties over Kara’s cunt. She thumbed the elastic that protected it from view and peeled it aside to take in the rosiness of Kara’s opening.

They kissed for the first time, Lena initiating with open-mouthed heat and one finger poised to thrust inside of Kara. She held the back of the omega’s neck as she sucked on her bottom lip. Her middle finger curled at the knuckle, and then she pushed into Kara’s entrance to stroke at sensitive internal ridges.

“Lena, wow,” Kara gasped, her eyebrows coming together in astonishment and pleasure from Lena’s adept rubbing. “Can you tell just from touching me how much I want to be with you?”

Hearing those words ignited something possessive within Lena’s alpha and she nipped at Kara’s lips, aggressive in her desires in spite of how tender she was in stroking her tight hole open. She marvelled at how slick the omega was, how easily her entire hand was coated in the intimate liquid silk as she nosed her way up Kara’s throat.

“That’s not all, is it Kara?” Lena rasped, tasting the tanned skin with a pucker of her lips just to release it after a moment with a moan. “You’ve been wet for quite some time. Your panties are soaked. Were you hoping this would happen? Have you been fantasizing about feeling me inside you?”

Kara’s cunt clenched around Lena’s intrusion, and she whimpered, dulcet and seductive as Lena coaxed her open again by adding a second finger. “Yes—yes I, oh god, I couldn’t help it, you look so good in those suits.”

Lena grinned into the erratic beat of Kara’s pulse and grazed the place with her teeth as she teased, “I’m glad you noticed. Most mornings I thought about you as I dressed, and how sexy you’d look in my bed instead of being stuck in one of these labs.”

She wove her fingers into the hair above the nape of Kara’s neck and guided the omega into bending over one of the empty lab tables. Settling two of her fingers on the zip of Kara’s skirt, she pulled it downward and slid it off over the omega’s hips.

“You like that I’m your boss, don’t you? But I could be your boss in other ways,” Lena whispered and undid her belt to put forward a suggestion without the need for words. Her cock jabbed into Kara’s backside without any subtlety and she caressed at her sodden cotton panties.

Kara moved her feet further apart and rested her palms against the cool surface of the table to better present herself, subtly shifting to rub her backside firmly into Lena’s throbbing cock. “Please, Lena. Show me how.”

There was something erotic about Kara begging before they had even really began, and Lena traced between the omega’s inner lips one last time before finally taking off Kara’s panties. She followed them down the supple shape of Kara’s thighs and breathed in the heady scent of her need before she gathered up the cotton to observe the slick up close.

Lena’s cock jerked from the confirmation that she affected Kara on such a visceral level, and she laid the fabric across the desk to let the omega see the evidence of her sexual hunger.

“Are you in heat, Kara? Is that why you’re so wet?” Lena queried, knowing damn well that Kara never came into work on those days. She leaned heavily into the omega, pinning her across the desk with the power of her hips and smeared her fingers over the glistening nectar. “Look at how ready your cunt is to finally take my cock. If only I had protection with me, I might just give you it.”

Kara’s pitiful little whine puffed out of her in desperation and she turned to face Lena as she insisted, “No, no my heat isn’t for weeks, I promise—”

“You’re sure?” Lena husked, prodding into Kara’s twitching entrance with the tip of her rigid cock just to feel the wanton tremor of her walls trying to wrap snugly around her.

“Yes, yes boss— please, show me you’re the boss of my cu-uuhhhnnhhh.” Kara’s sultry groan was better than anything Lena had imagined, and the encompassing heat of her tight passage was just as addictive.

Lena pushed through the internal restriction until she could go no further and held Kara still to appreciate the sensation of being fully sheathed in her canal. For a few seconds she allowed Kara to acclimate to the stretch, and then pulled out to slam into her with rough lunges. The entire desk rocked with her momentum and Lena groaned, loud and raspy as she took Kara with enough force to spill slick down her thighs.

All of the restraint Lena had demonstrated over the past year vanished in an instant, and her alpha reared up as she took control of Kara’s cunt like it was her right to do so. “The second the power comes back we’re going to my penthouse and you’re not leaving for at least three days.”

Kara’s high pitched moan didn’t sound like a protest and Lena took the liberty of fisting her golden hair to expose the slope of her neck. She fluttered her tongue along Kara’s racing pulse, following it up to the sensitive place where she longed to bury her teeth. She had no claim to Kara yet, and though she bit down with enough force to make Kara pliant in her hands, Lena was careful not to break skin.

The dominance she exuded kept Kara in a pleasant sexual submission and the sporadic spasm of her cunt compelled Lena to fuck her harder. Every labored breath that Kara managed ended with a grunt and the omega pushed back to keep Lena’s dick as deep as it would go.

Their rutting was filthy and desperate, and Lena curled her hand between Kara’s thighs to finger her clit with the kind of finesse that came with a lot of practice. Kara whined at the extra attention and jerked as the pleasure contorted her body. Even if she had wanted to say something, Lena imagined it must have been hard with the way Kara’s jaw worked in pleasure, her teeth grinding as she strained for release.

It was a stunning sight to behold, and Lena admired it even as she shattered it by giving Kara everything she was begging to receive. She strummed at Kara’s clit with three fingers and bottomed out so intently that the moment her cock pushed into Kara’s cervix the omega convulsed in euphoria.

Tight rippling muscle snared Lena’s cock and she groaned as her hips refused to still. “You feel so fucking good when you come, like you can’t wait for my seed.”

She pumped faster into Kara’s cunt, battering her thighs against the omega’s ass as she tightened her grip on her waist and emptied a thick blast of seed into her contracting chasm.

“It’s true, I want all of your seed inside me,” Kara gasped out and clutched at the lab table until her knuckles turned white from the effort. “Fill me up, Lena.”

The omega’s honesty did all kinds of things to Lena’s alpha, provoking her into charging her hips at a rate that pushed Kara forward into the table.

“What would you do for my seed, Kara?” Lena lilted, the staccato rhythm of her thrusts knocking the breath from Kara as she moaned and leaned across the table. “Take my knot? Let me mark you?”

The hypotheticals excited them both and Lena inhaled the promiscuous and alluring scent of the omega while Kara raggedly confessed, “Anything, I’d let you do anything Lena, as long as I get to be yours.”

It was almost embarrassing how quickly Lena’s cock erupted at that, spraying Kara’s inner walls with warm jets of cream. She knew better than to act on her impulses and latched onto Kara’s neck just below her ear to growl salaciously, “Oh you’re definitely mine now, with or without my mark.”

Kara whimpered in agreement, undulating to keep the thickening base of Lena’s cock buried in pussy. She was so incredibly tight already that Lena was amazed she even fit, and she nuzzled into Kara’s hairline, huffing at her scent as her cock continued to jerk in release.

Lena pounded into the omega, making the most of the pleasurable sensations as her knot bloomed to fullness in the thrall of Kara’s heat.

She couldn’t resist letting it reach its thickest girth inside of Kara, who remained hunched over the table and whimpered as Lena manipulated her clit.

“Take my knot, Kara,” Lena urged and listened to the hitching breath of her former employee, and the quiet whines that poured out of her with a firm rubbing.

Kara’s next orgasm constricted her even tighter around Lena’s cock and prevented her from continuing to thrust. They moved to one of the cots in an adjacent part of the lab and settled down together to recover and wait for the knot to reduce.

It occurred to Lena that she was the winner of the bet, and she basked in her victory with her arm snug around Kara’s back. She pressed a kiss to Kara’s temple and sighed in relief that she had impressed the omega without having to do horrible things — like run on a basketball court, or break her code of ethics, but mostly run.

“I know you mentioned a basketball game tonight, but how about dinner at my penthouse instead?” Lena suggested, just in case Kara still had any lingering ideas about attending the game.

Kara tucked herself closer into Lena with a smile. “I would love that.”