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The harsh slam of metal on the wooden desk behind you was nearly enough to startle you away from your task, but a gloved hand presses you back into the window of flesh between her breasts. You take the wordless command in stride, mind falling blissfully blank to the conflict behind you as you kiss and suckle at the skin exposed to you. Above you Odessa clenched her teeth, only kept back from using the lower tier gang members head for target practice by your sweet mouth. A few ideas float through her head of what you could do for her if these stupid lackeys would just get out of her office and do their jobs, but as the one who'd been mumbling weak excuses and apologies finally flees the room, she stands.
You aren't exactly sure where she's going, but you clench your bare legs around her muscled hips to hang on for the ride, just glad that the new angle has her tits smothering your face entirely. A very deliberate click of the lock to her office door sliding into place is the only warning you get before your back is slammed against the wood, the force hard enough to have you whining and dropping your grip on her tailored white and gold suit coat. "C'mon baby, I got some frustrations to work out on ya'."
The use of that nickname had a shiver rocketing up your spine, face flushing at the implications that put in place for the night. Dez only used that nickname for you if she wanted you to treat her in a very specific way, or if she was trying to prove a point. Since it was only the two of you left in the locked room, it must've been the former, her arms flexing as she hefted you up and out of her cleavage to meet her burning gaze. The heat of her look has you folding in record time, squirming closer to her face with your arms moving up to tangle in the back of her short cropped hair instead of her coat.
"Okay Daddy, whatever you want~" Dez' grin is feral, the glinting gold of her sharp canines having your stomach in knots, arousal battling with the fear over the power you’d just given her. She’s quick to drag your mouth to her own, biting your lip hard enough to split the thin skin on your inner lip, growling at the blooming metallic taste of blood but only licking deeper into your mouth to taste more. Though you don’t have any idea how long she’d had herself strapped up beneath her pristine white suit pants, the spiked silicone cock was certainly there now, the golden gilded leather straps keeping it in place almost looking like an accessory to her robust outfit. Even keeping your weight against the door didn’t have her struggling, dropping one gloved hand to her belt, hopefully to remove her pants entirely.
Instead she reached further back to her axe, pausing to twist the spiked pommel off and slip it into one of her pockets before bringing it up front and center. “Gonna fuck you with this first, then you can take me.” You blink at her slowly, brain trying to catch up to her words even as she distracted you further by pressing the handle of her axe between you both, grinding it against your bare swollen sex where it was pressed up against her abs. “Please Daddy, Need you so bad!” Even using your best begging voice, she sticks firm on her desire, only letting you rub on the hilt within her hand, before tugging you away from the door to walk you back towards her large desk.
“And you’ll get me baby, you just need to behave first." You wanted to whine and press her further, but being a brat while she was like this was just a one way ticket to getting bent over her knee and swatted until you couldn’t walk straight. Though the idea was definitely appealing, being good and getting rewarded by her felt like it would be more satisfying right now. Odessa finally makes it to her desk, moving the axe to balance its spiked top against the floor, before using her free arm to swipe everything on it to the ground. You peck her jaw and as you're being lowered to the flat surface, the boob window in her darker button up, before relaxing back onto the cool wood of the desk trying to ignore the full body shiver her hungry red gaze forces out of you.
She’s quick to pull her axe back up off the floor to settle it to the side on the top of the desk, kicking one of the legs to pop an upper drawer open to allow her to grab the well used bottle of lube, before pouncing on you. Her legs are long enough that standing as she is, she has to lean down to kiss you again, tongue splitting your lips to devour deeper into your mouth, while one hand pops the cap and spreads the pink gel over her other fingers and if the time it takes is any indication, most likely the hilt as well. Dez hadn’t even bothered pulling off her coat, coiffed blond hair only slightly disheveled from your previous grip in the back of it, before her slick fingers are prodding your hole. She’s quick, only giving you a few thrusts to adjust to the first finger before she's shoving in the second, eagerly swallowing down your gasps and moans, until she pulls her lips away from you. The pitiful noise you make must tug at her heartstrings as she gives you a parting peck, before leaning away for real, obviously trying to decide how to position her axe for you.
The flesh warmed metal tip spreads you open slightly, forcing a small gasp out of you, before she presses it up into you further. Even with the lube, the stretch feels bigger than it should, the unflinching metal stuffing you with no remorse as you shoot your gaze to her face, hoping your pitiful expression might earn you some of her pity. Instead you find her eyeing you like a piece of meat, the glitter of the setting sun from the window glinting off her teeth only making it worse, as you give the metal weapon a tiny twitch of your hips. Dez licks her lips at that, unable to draw her gaze from the squelching wetness between your thighs as she fucks the axe deeper with her hand right before the head.
An off hand idea to rub against your sensitive sex once the hilt was deep enough inside you had her grin getting more unhinged, the combined attention and desire she obviously had for you having you embarrassingly close. The heavy pressure of her thumb against you is what finally sends you over the edge, clenching around the metal hard enough to have your insides aching. “So good baby, you took that so well. Now you can have my cock.” You hadn’t realized your eyes had slid shut until the steady pull of the handle has them snapping open, face bright red at the wet noises it makes as she removes it from your hole.
You’re infinitely glad you’d opened them though, or you would’ve missed the flicking of her suit jacket's single golden button, finally allowing you a good look at her slightly too short button up shirt. Saying you were looking at the shirt itself would be a lie, even though she did look absolutely fantastic in the charcoal fabric, instead your gaze was drawn to the love bite marked skin of her chest, and the four buttons keeping you away from what you wanted to bite at the most. Dez is a pro at reading you though, voice almost cocky as she uses a gloved finger to tilt your face up to meet her eyes. “My eyes are up here, baby.” The sweet tone she uses for the nickname has you melting, finally finding enough strength in your arms to push yourself upright, just for shaking fingers to come up to her shirt, starting with the bottom button to show off more of her toned stomach. “I want to see all of your body, daddy… please?”
She doesn’t stand a chance in this headspace against your sweetest voice, not even bothering with the buttons as she just releases your chin to tear the shirt open from the boob window you’d been obsessed with since before. You could drool with all her scarred skin exposed to you so suddenly, but you keep yourself together, instead batting your eyelashes up at her as you lean in slowly. Dez definitely knew you were trying to manipulate her, but it wasn’t as if she didn’t want your mouth on her skin, she just enjoyed seeing you fall so easily into the role of her spoiled little baby. Though you’re distracted by her bare chest now framed by her open shirt, her hands moving next to finally undo her belt has you nearly buzzing with excitement, your own heated gaze only drawn back up as she clicks her tongue at you. “With how much a little bitch you were being about my tits, you sure don’t seem to be in a hurry now.”
You know she’d meant it as a light hearted jab, but the obvious offer to bury your face in her breasts was not one you would ever turn down. Starting with one of the lighter love bites you’d left at the edge of where her shirt had previously sat, you bite and suck your way to one of her gold barbell pierced nipples, only able to moan at the salty taste of her skin finally in your mouth. The heavy clink of her belt buckle hitting the ground between you both almost has you pulling away, but she just grabs your hips to lift you slightly, getting you off her nipple but giving you the perfect opportunity to bite at her collarbone. She grits her teeth, yanking you forward to rub the golden silicone head of her strap against your slicked up hole, thrusting against you a few times before finally sinking the first inch in.
The toy is slightly thicker than the hilt of her axe had been, but you force yourself to relax by burying your face into the plushness of her chest, perhaps one of the only places on her toned muscular body that did have softness to it. Moving your body weight against her seems to come as a second nature to her, the toy barely thrusting deeper before she’s dragging it back out just to tease you. You take it for the first few thrusts, but by the time she's finally started to work up a rhythm, you can no longer stop yourself from grinding up against her. Dez knows you much too well though, gripping your hips harder to keep them only moving at her pace, almost laughing at the pouty whimper that drags from you that you try to hide in her chest.
Your rebellious bite against her piercing has her patience for teasing you snapping, dragging the silicone spike lined cock out to just the tip before letting gravity drag you back down to its base. With your teeth in her skin, its a shock that the noise in your throat can even echo around her study, yet each shallow push of her hips forward has more broken noises clawing from your throat. Another desperate bite against her skin has her sweat damp gloves back in your hair to drag your head away from her chest, relishing in the dazed look in your eyes. “There you go baby, just let Daddy fuck you stupid.”