synopsis: tension is only heightened between you and your boss after she asked you to organize the files in her office and you stumbled upon a book about bondage, something ambessa quickly notices catches your interest.
word count: 3.4k
tags: soft dom!ambessa, sub!reader, bondage, toys, office sex, strap-ons, age gap (reader is in her mid 20s) ambessa is the ceo and reader is her assistant.
note: day 2 kinktober fic is finally hereee!! sorry for the long wait as it took me a while because of work, but I hope you guys like this and it's been a while since I've last written anything for ambessa and I really missed doing it. this is also loosely inspired by one of the latest chapters of the webtoon comic lipstick devil by the way, which I highly recommend for my fellow sevika/ambessa lovers!
kinktober masterlist.
working for ambessa medarda is unpredictable to say the least.
it’s been 2 years since you applied to be her assistant and at first, the job was nerve wracking. she wasn’t like any of the people who hired you in the past who asserted dominance amongst their employees just for the sake of it. no, ambessa does that without even trying.
her expectations are high, and she isn’t the easiest to impress. she doesn’t give second chances and one wrong move can earn you a one way ticket out of her company – there’s no telling and it honestly just depends on her mood.
your co-workers have warned you about it saying to be careful because you never know what the ceo can feel about you, and it’s obvious especially with the amount of assistants she’s already fired so many times in the past.
yet with you it was… different.
don’t get it twisted, there have been moments where ambessa tested you to see if you were fit for the job but for the most part, she was easier on you than she normally is with others. which caught everyone by surprise because ambessa medarda? having a soft spot? never.
but then it started with the little things – the way she’d notice that you’d arrive at work exhausted and even sick yet still trying to push through the day, and in return, she’d walk over to your desk with a steaming cup of coffee and some medicine. telling you to take an hour to rest in the breakroom.
then it escalated to more intimate gestures – asking you to accompany her at events that aren’t even work related, sometimes they could be personal but she’d justify it saying she needs a helping hand, all the while sending you a custom made dress to your apartment if the event happened to be a gathering or a gala.
or she’ll hand you her credit card saying to order her some food and for you to ‘get whatever you want as well’ she’s lent you the card so many times she doesn’t even bother taking it back anymore. going as far as to suggest you can purchase things you need – like new clothes if you’d like, and if she sees that you haven’t made any purchases through her email, she’d even get upset with you.
at first, you didn’t want to think anything of it, assuming ambessa was just being nice but it got to a point where it was too hard not to notice – the affectionate behavior, the way her voice would soften during meetings when she’d turn to you after she had just finished yelling at the board members. the signs were there but you didn’t want to be presumptuous.
It wasn't until one afternoon when she called you into her office that everything shifted. her heels clicked on the vinyl flooring as she opened the glass doors to her office – her eyes scanning the lobby before it dropped to you, seated on your desk.
“dear, come here for a moment, I need help organizing my files.”
you stood up, hands smoothening over your dark navy pencil skirt as you walked over to her and she held the door open for you – the smell of her perfume, intoxicating and woodsy, permeating your nostrils as you stepped inside. her taller frame looming close behind while she gestured to the stacks of documents piled neatly on her floor.
“I was in the middle of taking them out until I realized there were too many of them that needed to be discarded. sift through them and tell me the title of each folder before you decide to throw them away,” she instructed, walking back to her desk as she settled back into her chair.
you simply nodded your head, pulling your hair back into a high ponytail as you made your way to the heap of contracts and folders “will do.” you said as ambessa spared a glance your way, her eyes drifting to the slither of skin peeking from underneath your silk blouse now that your hair was out of the way, gazing directly at your exposed collarbone and neck…
she shook her head, refocusing her attention to the weekly overview statistics on her computer screen as she tried so hard not to get distracted. but she’d be lying if she said that your sole presence wasn’t the very bane of her existence, something she couldn’t ignore even if she tried.
she tried to keep her infatuation at bay and to stay calm whenever you were around. it’s been years since she’s felt romantic feelings for anyone let alone towards her own employees. not only was it strictly against ethics but it just felt childish, foolish even. then again, it’s not like she’d get into trouble for it. she pays everyone in this damn building.
still, not only were you her assistant, you were also miles younger than her – you were only in your mid 20s and as far as she’s concerned, you haven’t even finished paying off your student loans (granted, she had no problem paying it in full if you asked her)
but that’s where the problem lies – the obvious power imbalance between you two. but if she was being honest, she couldn’t give less than two shits about it. even though you’re her assistant, she still holds a lot of respect for you. more than anyone in this office.
still, she didn’t want to take advantage of you. even though it takes every fiber of her being not to admit just how much she longs to provide for you, take care of you and touch you in ways that are downright sinful.
she thinks about it when she lays awake at night and fights the urge not to touch herself to the thought of you – of the way your pencil skirts hug your ass and accentuate your curves, or how the way you call her ‘ma’am’ makes her warm all over, not wanting to make the gesture lewd but how can she not when you look at her all doe-eyed and complacent?
It’s a challenge every day not to give in to what she wants. not to give into you.
it doesn’t help that she has the slightest inkling that maybe, just maybe, you might feel the same as well. she sees the way you look at her – the way your eyes dart to her cleavage whenever you think she’s not looking, the way you stumble over your words when she gets too close or when her hand brushes against your waist when passing by, and her favorite; the way you freeze up when she tells you that you look pretty when she sees you first thing in the morning.
she knows it, she feels it, but is just looking for the right time to act on it.
meanwhile, you’re here feeling the exact same way as she does. your hands fidgeting as you rearrange the files and read out loud the title of each one:
“weekly overview for september?”
“throw it out.”
“the invoice sent by the kirammans? are they still planning to invest?”
“yes, so keep it. I wouldn’t want to go on an hour long tangent with the bank if that ever goes missing.” ambessa grunted as you rummaged to the bottom of the drawers, trying to see if there’s any documents left.
your hands then brushed against a book, a rather thick one – your eyebrows furrowed as you pulled it out and dusted off the cover, silently reading the title as you blinked.
because in your hands wasn’t just some ordinary book, but rather a book about bondage. the cover showcasing a nude woman with intricate knots tied around her limbs – underneath her chest which emphasized the swell of her breasts, her arms which were tied behind her back, and a ball gag that was strapped around her mouth. she was blindfolded and spread eagle, making you blush as you debated flipping through the book and reading its contents.
you didn’t even get to the first page where it was discussing how to do an overhand knot before you felt the presence of ambessa’s tall figure emerging behind you as she peered over your shoulder to see what got you so preoccupied.
to her shock and amusement – there you were kneeling on the floor and gawking at the pages of the bondage book she owned. it was a dirty little secret she kept as a hobby. granted, she’s only had very few willing participants to test the practice with, and also because she’s never had the time. but seeing you now, looking at the book as though it was some foreign object made an undeniable heat ignite inside her, because you just looked so… clueless. innocent.
“found something interesting, my dear?”
jolting, you dropped the book to the floor and whipped around to see ambessa looking down at you with her arms crossed and a slight smirk on her face.
“ms. medarda I-I…” you stammered, looking down “I’m sorry, I saw it and I didn’t know what it was. I got curious and flipped through the pages but it was already too late when I realized–”
“–that it’s a sex book?”
you gulped, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment because there’s no way you were caught red handed gawking at your boss’ sex book and actually being interested.
“again, I’m sorry, it’s just that it’s the first time I’ve ever seen anything like that.”
ambessa tilted her head “not a fan of the practice?”
you wanted the ground to swallow you whole “no! It’s not that! i-it’s just never something that crossed my mind. not that I don’t think about s-sex, but bondage specifically is just a little intimidating.”
ambessa couldn’t help but chuckle at that “intimidating? is the idea of being restrained scary for you?” she circled around you like some sort of predator, eyes gleaming mischievously as you looked up at her with wide eyes “having all sense of control taken away? trusting somebody else to handle your pleasure? or would you prefer to be the one that’s in control?”
you were at loss for words because you didn’t even know what to answer. you’ve never really taken the time to think about whether you were a submissive or a dominant – as if it wasn’t already obvious to anyone with eyes what you are based on mannerisms alone.
ambessa doesn’t even know why she implied you’d be anything else but a submissive – the thought just makes her want to laugh now. as if the way you effortlessly address her as your superior since day one wasn’t already indicative of your preferences.
but still, she wanted to poke fun at you, watch the way you squirm because she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find enjoyment in it.
“so what is it really? do you prefer to submit? take control?”
you blinked, shrugging in that adorable, uncertain way whenever ambessa corners you like a mouse “I’ve never really… thought about it.”
she hummed, eyes piercing into yours “would you want to then?”
𐙚 ˙ ⋆ .˚
you absolutely have no idea how you ended up here.
one moment you were just fixing the files in ambessa’s drawers and then the next, you’re spread eagle on her desk like the girl on the cover of her bondage book; stripped naked with your hands fastened together behind your back with a leather arm binder.
your chest heaving nervously while ambessa admired the sight of you – pliant and vulnerable as she reached towards her desk and grabbed the flogger, making sure to let it graze against your bare thigh as you shivered at the sensation.
ambessa still remained in her work clothes – her dress pants still on along with her red blouse, though a few buttons were left undone, giving you a slight peek of the black lace bra that covered her heavy breasts.
you bit your lower lip as ambessa inched her hand closer to your fluttering folds, the pads of her fingers grazing your clit, causing you to squirm restlessly within your confines as ambessa shushed you.
“patience, lamb. good things come to those who wait,” she chastised as you offered her a pout “we haven’t even started and you’re already so impatient. whatever happened to not being curious about the practice?”
“I never said that. I just didn’t think I’d get to do this, that’s why I never entertained the idea.” you confessed, making her grin.
“does it excite you, then?” she asked, teasing “trusting me with your pleasure like this?”
you stayed silent which didn’t go over well with her, setting down the flogger to instead pick up the small, heart shaped whip in her hand, gripping it in her palm before smacking it down against your thigh – not too harsh, but with enough force that it instantly made you jump from where you were positioned.
you let out a startled yelp as you looked at ambessa in shock, but she held no remorse, looking at you with a hardened gaze and pursed lips.
“you speak when spoken to,” she ordered “understand?”
you couldn’t quite believe what she just did as you let out a sniffle – nonetheless, you nodded and answered in a meek voice “yes,”
“and let me ask you again, is what we're doing now exciting to you?”
“... yes.” you couldn’t say it in confidence, too embarrassed but ambessa knew better than to let this shy facade fool her. deep down, she knows you want this just as badly as she does, perhaps even more.
so without wasting any more time, she nudges your thighs with the whip, catching you by surprise “then let’s get started, shall we?” she said “spread your legs wider.”
your mind was on autopilot, not believing that this was actually happening, but you obeyed and hesitantly opened your legs – feeling a bit insecure as it’s been a while since you’ve last been intimate with someone, but again, ambessa wasn’t having any of that.
the moment you had them wide enough, she took a minute to admire your exposed figure, pupils dilating as she thinks to herself that she’s never seen anything quite as beautiful as you.
“what a sight you are, my love.”
you looked away, not knowing what to say but your silence was only limited before she rubbed circles onto your clit, making you squeal as she maintained a slow pace. feeling the way the small nub pulsated beneath her finger tips before she inserted two of her thick fingers inside, stroking your gummy walls while your back immediately arched. mouth dropping open in pleasure as the back of ambessa’s palm slapped the bottom of your thighs, her pace soon quickening and you desperately rode her fingers – whining as your slick began to soak her hand.
“my god, look at you.” she hummed, watching the way your body contorted in response to her movements, already envisioning just how fucked out you’d be once it was her strap you were bouncing on.
you were practically staining the desk with your juices and ambessa couldn’t just watch as she let you – with that, she bent down and licked a fat stripe up your cunt, savoring the taste of you as she nuzzled further into the cavern of your heat as her nose pressed down onto your bundle of nerves, her fingers maintaining their speed. all the while you just laid there panting with your arms bound, not being able to grip onto anything for support as ambessa devoured you.
wedging the tip of her tongue inside your pussy as she thrusted it in and out before suctioning your glistening folds into her mouth as you cried out, squeezing your eyes shut due to the overwhelming sensation.
“m-more, more, please!” you screamed, bucking your hips into her mouth as she gripped your thighs and pulled you down, stopping you.
“stay still,” she rasped, her lips glistening with your cum as she lapped at you with renewed fervor, adding a third finger.
your nails dug into the palm of your hands as you chased your release, quick to make it known to ambessa that you were on the precipice of your climax “ma'am, I’m so close, oh my god, I’m so–” and almost as if a light switch was turned off, she stopped.
you instantly gasped as you lifted your head, gaping at her “why did y-you–”
“you’re not cumming unless I tell you to,” she said, “if I wanted to fuck you quick and easy, I wouldn’t have gone out of my way into strapping you to my desk–no, we’re doing this until you learn the art of what we do.”
she unclasped the remaining buttons on her blouse until her toned stomach was on display, your mouth watering at the view as she eyed the variety of toys scattered across the desk. her lips curving cruelly at the thought of testing them all on you – wearing you down until you were reduced to a whining, drooling mess.
“now…” she trailed off, picking up the wooden paddle while she gripped your waist and flipped you over so your ass pressed against her pelvis “where were we?”
𐙚 ˙ ⋆ .˚
you were so spent you didn’t even know for how long ambessa has had you under her.
the only thing you were aware of was the way she pistoned her strap into your sopping cunt, the sounds obscene as you bit into your knuckles to try and muffle the sounds threatening to spill past your lips – in fear that someone could be lingering outside, ready to expose you for your proclivities.
but it seems as though ambessa had no fear of such, tightening her grip on the leash attached to the collar around your neck as she pulled – forcing you down onto her cock as she bounced you vigorously, watching a ring form around the base while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. delirious with lust as you felt that familiar heat begin to rise after being denied of an orgasm too many times in the last hour.
“gonna cum for me, sweet girl?” she whispered in your ear, all syrupy and sweet as if she isn’t wrecking the hell out of your insides “you’re squeezing me so hard, it’s like you were made to take this cock, weren’t you? take it like the good girl you are?”
your vision whitened, clenching around her strap so tightly it would’ve been difficult to continue thrusting into you if it weren’t for the abundance of cum gushing out of your used hole – making it easier for her to slip it in and out, hitting that spongy spot inside you with precision.
thighs trembling, you let out a choked sob as your orgasm finally consumed you, ambessa holding you up so you don’t slip from the edge of the desk as she peppered kisses on the expanse of your back as you came.
“that’s it, my beautiful girl…” she murmured, her voice sweet and loving as she began to undo the arm binders, rubbing the sore skin with her thumbs before she removed the collar from your neck as well.
she was slow and deliberate in handling you, carrying you to her office couch as she laid you down on the soft pillows before draping her work blazer on your shoulders to cover you up – walking back to her desk as she pushed down on the intercom “send up a bottle of water and some takeout from the italian place downtown. for two.” she ordered before she entered the bathroom to her office, coming out two minutes later with a damp washcloth as she returned to you, her cherry coated lips pulled into a warm smile.
“spread your legs for me, darling.” she instructed as you complied, feeling her wipe away at the sticky residue on your inner thighs before leaning down to place a tender kiss on your knee.
making you smile as she looked up at you “I apologize that our first time had to happen here, I promise the next time it happens you’re in a better environment. preferably my home.”
you hummed “so what you’re saying is we’ll do this again?”
she could only chuckle as she shook her head “oh darling, now that I have you what makes you think I have any intention of letting you go?”
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