Summary:
A role reversal inspired by the secretary and Adrian Chase
Victoria is a Lawyer in search of a submissive secretary and Adrian is looking for someone to give him purpose. Only to find his purpose is to please her.
TW: light insinuation of SH and smut
Word Count: 1,383
Adrian slices a pomegranate, breaking it open, and slowly plucking the seeds. Soft music hums in the background as he places the seeds in a porcelain bowl decorated with a delicate floral pattern. He carries the bowl up the staircase, the music slowing as he ascends. At the door, he stops, and the music cuts. Inside, Victoria sits at her desk. She raises her gaze to meet his. He slinks closer to her desk. She reaches out a hand for the bowl. “Thank you” her voice was sweet and entrancing. Her hand lightly caresses him before she sets the bowl on her desk. She extends her hand again.
"Give me your hand," she commands. He stretches out to touch her. She brings his hand to her mouth, slowly kissing the tip of his index finger, tracing her tongue along the edge of his nail before pulling back. He exhales a low breath from deep within. She looks back into his eyes.
"Wash your hands, I don't want to see stains," she says. She loosens her grip, her tongue sliding against her bottom lip, savoring the fruit’s flavor.
"Of course," he breathes, a slow wave of shame burning within him as he walks back to the door shutting it behind him.
Six months earlier.
Adrian twists the edges of his shirt, straightening his sleeves uncomfortably.
“I’ve always struggled being around people. I’ve never felt like I knew what to be. When Maggie and I broke off our engagement, I felt alone for a long time. I started losing my talent for pretending. I suppose that’s why I left in the first place—it was too painful never knowing what was expected of me.”
He sat at the end of his mattress and sank, feeling the springs dig into the muscles of his backside. He had grown accustomed to the loneliness and the strange comfort it brought him—knowing he didn’t have to be something for anyone. But at times, he couldn’t stomach the thought that he might suffer this loneliness forever. He longed for understanding.
During the day, he felt the pressure to go out into the world and build a career—not of his own accord, but under his mother’s influence. Yet some nights, the loneliness grew too thick, and like fog, it enveloped his every thought. He felt it would consume him completely, outside his control. To regain even a small sense of it, he pulls the drawer of his nightstand to open it, a small leather bound kit waits inside. A seam ripper and a razor blade stolen from a dismantled pencil sharpener. Small instruments of control, lights in the fog.
Rain poured hard that morning, each drop pounding like bullets against Adrian’s umbrella as he walked to the Victoria Baker Accounting Office. He sat in the waiting area, the hem of his dress pants soaked, rainwater beading off the stiff leather shoes he’d bought just for this interview.
He watches the clock sinking his heart to the ticking methodically.
He drags his eyes from the floor to the woman tracing out from the hallway, her heels clicking against the marbled floor. “Adrian Spencer?” she called out. He jumped out of his seat, his heart beat shifting, what was this feeling, this nervousness, this shame? Almost comforting.
He followed her to a back office devoid of all life; a computer sat on a desolate desk in front of her. She sat down a pale pink notebook and a metal pen with victoria engraved on the side on the empty desk before she reached out to shake his hand, her grip firm but her hands warm and soft. “It's lovely to meet you, I’m Victoria” she coos "I'm Adrian” he pathetically spits.
“So I see you have a lot of technological experience, and excuse my bluntness but why are you looking for such a dim assistant position” she probed. Adrian truly could have put his experience from school and his past to building something much more substantial but ultimately he didn't have the drive on his own, unless he was pushed he wouldn't do anything for himself. But something about Victoria told him she was ready to push him, push him hard.
“would you make me a coffee adrian?” Adrian had never felt such tenderness and raw command, Victoria had only asked to be polite but Adrian understood it wasn't a question. If he wanted this he had to take what he was given and he wanted any scrap this woman would throw in his direction.
She flipped through her copy of his resume examining each detail with painful precision as he stood up “black coffee with one spoon full of sugar.” “yes maam” he paired with a coquettish smirk, satisfied with his current position. He slipped out into the hall, the cool air steaming against his skin. He felt utterly suffocated under her boiling hot gaze.
Later that night
“What the fuck is wrong with me”
He had sat across the desk from her the entire interview just fantasizing about when she would inevitably be through with her cup so he could throw it away for her, but here he was cup in hand in his dark dingy apartment. Her lipstick print a monument to his service to her, a reminder of his desperate need to come back for more. He needed to be something to her, anything she wanted him to be.
Victoria clicked the door of her refrigerator shut, she slipped out of her heels aligning them neatly at the edge of her coffee table before sliding down on her velvet love seat. Her glass and bottle clink as the rim of her glass meets the surface of the table. She pours endlessly in a desperate attempt to shift her wandering mind away from him. His awkward glasses, unruly hair, and his god awful clothing. He needed correction, she needed to guide him.
The deeper into the night she slipped the more wine escaped the bottle. She rested her head against the wooden backing of her couch as she drifted off.
The cool air of the room coated her skin. She shivered, not from the cold but from a new sensation, warmth growing lower.
She could feel his hot breath against her thighs as he spread soft calculated kisses along the lace of her panty line. He savored every second he was lucky enough to spend trapped between her legs.
She lifted her slip to see his pathetic green eyes lift above the line of his foggy glasses to meet her gaze.
“Please, I need to taste you” he begged, a small smirk twisted against her lips giving him exactly what he was looking for. He leaned in, his tongue hot and wet against the fabric.
“Take them off,” she commanded. He looked up, a strange sense of excitement eating him up inside.
He traced the edge of her waist band as he gently pulled them down her thighs. The desperate intensity he created burned inside her, this disgusting lust was inescapable.
He traced his tongue against her slit savoring every drop she gave him, tracing up towards her clit. He placed a gentle kiss before taking her clit between his lips, sucking her and circling her with his tongue.
She couldn't take much more, the sensitivity he brought her was too intense, and he knew. She could feel him get more desperate and much messier. The heat just kept building inside her until her entire body erupted in shivering sensitivity that made her gasp for air.
Once she collected herself she looked down to find him resting his head softly against her thigh. Drifting her eyes lower to find the throw pillow he had tucked between his thighs drenched in his cum.
She woke up to the room exactly as she left it, no sign of Adrian.
(I'm sorry if I missed any typos I'm so excited to post the next chapter for anyone that's interested)
