Who's In Charge? | Oliver Queen 18+
Summary: You're Oliver Queen's assistant, when you catch an attitude with Oliver he decides to show you who's in charge
Warnings: mdom, fingering, blowjob, degradation, choking
Names Used: Kitten, slut, y/n, dumb, whore
Word Count: 1766
Written 2021
You look at the text your boss just sent you and frown. No way you're doing that.
You've had to deal with so many weird things whilst being Mr. Queen's personal assistant. Getting blood out of his clothes, patching up weird wounds, even sharpening various weapons. But dropping a giant bag of money off in a random parking lot? You'd legally be an accomplice to whatever he's doing.
You send him a text telling him no and begin to tidy up. You scoff as you clear off his desk, this is what you were hired to do! Boring, legal office duties.
You wonder briefly why you hadn't quit yet, but immediately brush off the thought. You could deal with a little crime if it meant seeing him without a shirt at times. Just thinking about him evokes the familiar heat between your legs. Plus, the pay is double what you were making before.
"Do you understand what's at stake here?" You jump at Oliver's gruff voice. He looks at the bag of money, then at you, and sighs. "If that money isn't there in six hours-" He cuts himself off like he normally does, not telling you exactly what he's involved in. But you get the picture.
His attitude isn't surprising, but you suddenly get angry. All professionalism is throws out the window as you cross your arms. "Why don't you do it yourself?"
His eyes go wide, you've never been so bold before. "That's not important. When I ask you to do something and I expect it to get done."
"That's not part of my job description." You shrug, sitting atop his desk.
"I am you boss, Y/N. You will do as you're told."
"Make me." You challenge, folding your arms across your chest.
Oliver rolls his eyes before striding over to you. He grabs your face and forces you to look up at him. "I am sick of your attitude. The only reason I'm not firing you right now is because I like having something pretty to look at after a long day."
"Oh." You squeak out, gripping onto his arms. You don't remove his hand and you know he can feel the heat rushing to your face.
He scoffs. "What? No smart remark? No bratty comeback? Is this what you needed all along? Someone to tame you? Someone to teach you to be a good girl?"
"I-I'm not-"
"Aw, that's adorable." He teases. "Keep stuttering, I like it when you're all flustered. Like the other night, when you were cleaning the slash on my chest. Do you want to see it again?"
"You're so full of yourself!" You try to protest.
He stares at you for a moment before chuckling. "Alright, I'll stop. In fact, you can go back to your regular duties. Tidying, answering phone calls, picking up dry cleaning. And," He lets go of you, "I won't get this close to you again."
You clutch onto his arms as he tries to pull away. "Wait, don't go." You whisper.
His smile is triumphant. "What was that?"
"I'll be good." You spread your legs on top of his desk and pull him closer. His legs make contact with your crotch and you shiver in anticipation. "I promise."
"There's a good girl." He grabs you chin and lightly brushes his lips against yours. "You'll learn your place soon enough."
He kisses you, harshly pressing his lips against yours. His stuble tickles your face and you relish the smell of his expensive aftershave. You begin to buck your hips into his leg, practically fucking his thigh. He pulls away at once, bringing his hand to you neck. He rests his fingers on the sides of your throat, watching as you squirm beneath him.
"Not so fast, Kitten. You've got to use that voice of yours. Tell me what you want me to do."
"Don't make me say it." You pout. "You know exactly what I want."
He uses his free hand to wander down your body. "While that may be true, I still need to hear you say it. Despite what you may think, I don't want to hurt you." His fingers finally land between your legs. He reaches underneath your skirt and rubs his thumb over your underwear. Wide, soft strokes just to tease you. "Besides," he leans in close, "I want to see you beg."
He continues rubbing his thumb across your underwear, pressing the slightest bit harder when he crosses your clitoris. You gather up the courage to speak, rather embarrassed by how desperate you are.
"I want you to fuck me." You bat your eyelashes up at him. "Please?" You add in as an afterthought.
He smiles. "Oh, I think you can do better than that. Lift up really fast."
You follow his orders and he pulls your underwear off, sliding them down your legs and throwing them across the room. He touches the newly exposed skin between your legs, raising an eyebrow.
"Already so wet. I knew it. You like to act like a bitch, but deep down you're nothing but a little whore." He pushes two fingers inside of you. The lack of resistance or pain further supports his theory. "You like that, slut? You like my fingers inside your tight little pussy?"
You nod, biting your lip to keep from moaning too loud. "Yes. God yes." You place your hand on top of his, encouraging him to squeeze the sides of your throat. That little bit of pressure makes your eyes roll back.
He adds a thumb to your clitoris, rubbing it as he strokes his fingers inside of you. "Don't you wish it were my cock? You can have it, kitten. All you have to do is ask." He stops squeezing your neck, allowing you to think clearly.
"Please, Oliver, fuck me. Shove your cock inside of me and fuck me till I'm sore. Use me up, like the whore that I am. Please, I'll do anything. I have to have you."
"Now that's more like it." He removes his hand from inside you and brings it to his lips. "Mhmm, you're so sweet."
Quickly unbuckling his belt, his bottoms fall to the floor showing off his impressive erection. You worry for only a second, because when he pushes inside of you, you know you're more than ready. Your heat swallows him greedily and you moan at the feeling of being so full.
"Fuck, you feel good." He closes his eyes, savoring your pussy before beginning to stroke in and out of you.
He toys with you, rubbing lightly around your clitoris, pulling his cock all the way out before sinking balls deep back into you. You soon realize he's not just teasing you, he's easing you into it. You reach out to him, laying a hand on his chest. You can feel his erratic heartbeat, hear his heavy breathing. He's enjoying this just as much as you are.
"Can I take off your shirt? I want to see you." You ask, eyeing him up and down.
"Of course you do, you greedy little slut." He pulls back out of you. This time, he circles the tip of his length into your hole before thrusting into you so hard the desk moves beneath the two of you. You cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation. He smirks. "Go ahead. Take off your top while you're at it." He begins pounding into you, grabbing your thighs as leverage.
You unbutton his dress shirt, something you had picked out for him just to show off his muscles. Of course he looked so much better without it. You run your hands over his chest briefly, afraid you'll hurt the wound you fixed the other day. You remove your shirt and bra, and your exposed tits bounce proudly as he pounds into you.
"Fuck." He bites his lip, grabbing your breast to play with it. "Even better than I imagined."
He see's your shocked face and laughs.
"Of course you'd be oblivious to my desire. You're just a dumb little fuck slut." He pauses his strokes, still toying with your clitoris. "Why do you think I made you wear this skimpy uniform? I wanted you just as much as you wanted me." He begins stroking again, this time at a different angle. He's hitting your g-spot with every thrust, rubbing your clitoris and playing with your nipples.
"Please, don't stop. Fuck me until I come." You beg. "Show me who's in charge! Let me come on your cock!"
He grins. "You're a fast learner, Kitten. You were born to be used, created just to please me. Come for me. Like a little whore. Come for me."
Your nails dig into his toned arms, your toes curl and your body presses up into him. Your orgasm hits you like a train, clouding your thinking entirely. All you feel is the pleasure. He slows with you, easing you back into the real world. He eventually pulls out completely, leaving you feeling weirdly empty.
"Good girl. You made such a mess on my cock." He leans down and kisses your lips until your breathing returns to normal.
You glance down at his erection, practically throbbing, covered with your juices.
He grabs your chin again. "On your knees, kitten. Clean me up."
You kneel in front of him, taking him into your mouth. You start slow, licking around his sensitive head. The mixture of precum and your own arousal brings a moan to your throat. He gasps, pushing your head further down.
"That's it, use that tongue of yours. I'm going to coat that throat with my come. You'd like that, wouldn't you? My filthy girl."
His words encourage you to speed up, trying not to gag as he reaches the back of your throat. You change tactics, relaxing your throat and locking your jaw open, allowing him to freely thrust into your face. You roll your tongue on the bottom of his shaft and cup his balls, squeezing softly.
He fumbles, gripping the edge of the desk as his breathing becomes soft gasping. "Take it, slut. Swallow my fucking load."
His cock twitches in your throat, unleashing the warm liquid. You do your best to swallow it all while he grunts, coming down from his high. He pulls out of your mouth, and some of him dribbles down your chin. He scoops it up with his thumb, bringing it back up to your mouth. You gently clean his finger off, happy for the much smaller task.
"Look at you, it's as if there's not a single thought in your head." He chuckles, helping you stand back up. "This comes so naturally to you. Like you're meant to be my submissive little slut. With a bit more practice, you'll be perfect. Now, get cleaned up and do as you were told."
