HR Violation
Roman Sionis (Black Mask) x Ms. Li, 1.7k, E summary: This new player was giving him a headache, so Roman decides there's only one way to clear it up. content: abuse of power, misogyny, dead dove do not eat, noncon banner by @/saradika-graphics
His pulse is ticking, teeth grinding as the news swirls in his skull.
Red Hood.
Was this a fucking joke?
"Out."
The word is one greeted by immediate movement by his so called bodyguards, henchmen at best, as they quickly evacuate his office. Roman swallows the little blue pill he keeps in his desk for times like these. The sound of loafers is almost soothing. The only problem, of course, being, when she turns to follow suit.
"Li. Stay."
Sensible heels stop their clicking retreat like the parting of the Red Sea.
He downs the scotch he'd poured himself. Waits. And not a shed of remorse from the others as the door seals her to whatever fate they've imagined for her.
Her eyes never give anything away. A near constant state of calm, seemingly regardless of what was happening in front of her. Her collected nature had been what had first garnered his interest. Had he thought 'Li' was a man when he'd started looking for a second in command? Yes.
But he could work with a woman.
As long as she remembered her place.
Did as she was told.
"C'mere."
Like a well trained dog.
She stands before him, at arm's reach, one brow finally raising as she must have wondered the purpose of her needing to be there.
"Get on your knees."
There it was, that glint of distaste she almost never showed, that she covered up better than anyone. And in his slacks, his cock twitches with interest, anger disappating as he watches her kneel, eyes still working to meet his own.
Part of him wants her to argue, to seethe verbally, like he knows she can.
He wants to see the look in her eyes when his rings connect with her cheek. Dainty hand coming up to delicately touch the spot of impact. Blood on her lip.
Instead, she unclasps his buckle. He almost fists his hand in her hair and yanks. But he's hard enough from the idea, it'll work.
He could work with this.
Li takes his cock out while he strokes me down ioher hair as gently as he can with his right hand.
His left falls to her throat, urging her to stretch her spine with the motion.
A grin ticked up, knowing this would give her no pleasure.
Her tongue laps at his cockhead as her gaze finally drops. He loved a broad who knew her place. How she knew how to get him off. He'd worked hard to get her to learn. The handful of hair he'd been tugging to force her to throat his cock had come out of her neat ponytail. Dried mascara tracked down her cheeks, crusts around her eyes from when she'd cinched them shut while he dragged her down his length. She was practically perfect.
Just that damn tongue.
Finally making it do something that didn't make him wanna blow someone's brains out. Because she was right. Always some fucking detail she'd brought up and he'd ignored. Rage made this better. Sharper. The puffs of air from her nostrils brushing against his curls.
Li’s dark eyes glare up at him as he forces his cock deeper down her throat, tears building but refusing to fall from behind her glasses.
The bitch.
Always pressing her fucking place. Needing to be reminded.
Roman presses the pad of his thumb under her chin, the soft flesh underneath her tongue, forced to the bottom of her mouth by him. He can see the panic as he brings down his other hand to pinch her nose closed. Below him. There's a stretch before it finally hits. Her throat spasms around him as she tries to breath.
Right where she belonged.
The prick of her nails on his thighs is what pushes him over the edge. Perfectly manicured. Nude. She's moaning for air as he cums down her throat.
"Fuck!"
He finally releases her, lets air try and fight its way back into her lungs.
Her lipstick was smeared, staining his cock as she eased herself back to her knees, off his length. Hands shaking as they gripped his legs as if he were the only thing keeping her upright. He probably was.
It was sweet how the feeling ignited something low in his stomach. Beyond the pleasure.
His cum staining the pristine white of her blouse.
No piece of her, untouched by him.
They were both in this filth and only he was the one people saw.
Finally, he reaches for the square in his suit pocket to drop to her.
Clean yourself up.
And she never needed more prompting. Doing the best she could do to remove the excess lipstick around her lips, before dabbing at her eyes. Pristine so easily, aside from his jizz on her shirt. She even tucks him back away, and buckles his belt for him.
"I'll get this washed, sir." She offers, as she raises to her feet. Handkerchief carefully folded so nothing would stain the inside of her pocket.
Fucking. Pristine.
Roman admires her black hair, slight muss practically obscured, as she turns to make her way out of his office.
There's a niggling in the back of his brain.
“Li?”
She stops, face entirely neutral despite her smeared make up as she turns back to show he has her full attention. “Sir.”
He traces his back molar with his tongue, sure his math was right.
“How long you been off the pill?” The question gives her a start that she tries to cover, tries to smooth away as if it were nothing, but Roman’s already seen it.
Yeah, that’s what he thought. Treat one bitch like she was special and she’ll take a mile. Like he didn’t look her in the eyes when she’d tried to date, the scrawny prick’s blood staining his suit, knuckles raw, in a remind that he owned her.
And that meant everything.
“Desk, face down, ass up.”
There’s no disagreement. Li knows better, tidying the loose papers before bending over his desk. Her fingertips lace in front of her as she lowers her head to the wood, letting her forehead rest against it in order to get semblance of a relaxed position.
Roman loves her like this.
A woman who knows her place, presenting herself to her better. He can make out the edge of her pantyhose below her skirt. His cock is stirring in his slacks again. Roman couldn't tell if it was due to her submission or that beautiful fucking pill. And he was fine with that.
His thumb catches the edge of her skirt to slide the fabric up.
The nylon of her hose gives easily to his grasp. Tearing along the seam like a dream. Catching on the stones of his rings to pull and run as he smooths his hands hands down her legs.
Li had such nice thighs. Perfect, smooth, the scars of his bites standing out so starkly on her otherwise pristine flesh.
He palms her pussy through her panties. Hot. His fingertip presses harder against her slit, searching for her clit beneath the fabric. When she grunts softly, as he forces the digit harder against the bundle of nerves.
Good.
He needed this to hurt if she was going to learn.
The black satin tears easily.
Roman makes a show of unbuckling himself, palming his cock through his boxers as a finger haltingly made its way inside her.
"Sir." Li hisses out as he mashes his thumb against her clit, bucking against the discomfort of her situation.
The clap of his hand coming down against the fat of her ass the only warning she needs. He can hear the exhale from her nose as she allows her body to go lax again. She doesn't even start when he tears her panties off.
There's little fanfare to his fucking into her.
Li's tight little pussy is dryer than he likes. It felt like the dry hand of a maid who’s worked dipping her hand in cleaning solution her whole life was rubbing his dick raw, and he hisses as he tries to work himself into her faster, needing some kind of lubricant. She can't stop the soft grunts that escape when he bottoms out, picking up the pace with each thrust.
He knows she wants to ask if she could touch her clit, if she could do something to get him off quicker.
But this wasn't for her.
This was for him.
He needed this.
Finally, his cock was sliding smoother as he pistoned into her, one hand firm on her hips while the other kept her shoulders down. Shoved down against the wood while he used her.
Her nails scratch across the surface as she tries to find some leverage, heels skating in a horrid set of cries.
Music to his ears, as her pussy spasmed around him. No part of this had to be comfortable for her, as he put everything he could into his thrusts. Each slap of skin-on-skin was punctuated with a soft grunt. He wants to wrap his hand around her throat and squeeze.
A heat is building in the base of his spine, as Roman realizes he's hunched over her.
"-take it, you fucking bitch. C'mon, fuck-"
There's a glint in the corner of his eye.
The chain of her necklace, gold, because he knew what women liked. Perfect on the curve of her throat. Graceful line of her spine.
His teeth break skin as he chews on the crux of her neck, accompanied by a guttural cry from her lips. Blood whets his tongue as he ravenously lapped at the wound he'd created.
"Show 'em your mine, get pregnant," as he smears the blood along her beautiful skin.
"Mine," he snarls, driving in faster.
Mine. Mine. MineMinemine-
There's a snap of euphoria that ignites every pore, tingles through his muscles. His balls feel tight as he fills her.
Mine.
The angry pulse in his head finally lessens. Climax clearing this mind.
The blood had crept down her neck, clinging to the collar of her white shirt.
With a sigh, he runs his hands across his face, eases himself out of her, finger what cum tried to leave her aching cunt back in.
"Li, I want this bastard taken care of, do you understand me?" Roman asks as he tucks himself back into his boxers, wiping his fingers on the nylon of her hose. Rough edges of his nails pull runs. His ears pick up the soft groan of pain, smile tugging up his face.
"Understood, Sir."
And what was she gonna do? Report him to HR?
(( AN: Also called: Roman is a full on misogynist who fucks his assistant and is trying to knock her up
I just needed an unabashedly horrible man, okay, I'm going through it ))
