a/n: This is technically a part 2 but I think you can read it as a stand alone. Hopefully y'all enjoy and as always send any requests you have my way <3
Aemond didn't look away from you as the worker left the room, his eye focused on you like a hawk. He could feel your squirms, your attempt to get away from him.
As soon as the door clicked shut, his grip on you tightened, pinning you in place. He raised an eyebrow at you, his expression a mixture of amusement and annoyance.
"Where do you think you're going, Y/N?" he asked, his voice low and steady. "I'm not finished with you yet."
“But.. Sir, I should review the papers.. make sure they’re up to standard.” You murmur, trying to at least get some of your work done today.
Aemond pulls you onto his lap, positioning you so that you're seated on his leg, and you're suddenly aware of the heat and firmness of his body under your hips, the way his muscles flex when he moves.
"Read the work," he says, his voice a commanding rumble in your ear. "But don't move. Understood?"
“Y-yes sir..” your eyes scan the pages but your mind is distracted by his touch.
Aemond's fingers trail up and down your thigh, teasing and light, sending shivers up your spine. He could feel your body trembling beneath his touch, knowing that you were trying to focus on the work, but your mind was already wandering.
He leaned his head down, his nose brushing against your hair as he inhaled deeply, the scent of your shampoo filling his senses. "Focus," he whispered, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "Read the work like a good girl."
“Okay, I’ll focus..” you mumble, stiffening as you try to follow his commands. He spreads your thighs, fingers teasing your sensitive skin.
Aemond's fingers continue to dance over your sensitive skin, the light touch almost ticklish. He could see the way you stiffen, trying to stay focused on the work, but he could also see the way your eyes kept darting to the side, his touch having an effect on you.
"Good girl," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "Keep reading. I expect you to do a thorough job."
“Of.. of course Sir.” You bite back a moan, leaning back into his chest.
Aemond's hand on your thigh stills abruptly, giving you a little squeeze of warning. He could feel you leaning back into him, your body responding to his touch, and he knew that you were struggling to keep your focus.
"Careful," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "Don't get distracted. I want you to stay focused on your work. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?"
“No, not at all.” You reply, narrowing your gaze at the pages as you struggle to keep your focus. Aemond’s fingers find your wetness, pressing into the warmth of your bare pussy.
Aemond didn't look away from you as the worker left the room, his eye focused on you like a hawk. He could feel your squirms, your attempt to get away from him.
As soon as the door clicked shut, his grip on you tightened, pinning you in place. He raised an eyebrow at you, his expression a mixture of amusement and annoyance.
"Where do you think you're going, Y/N?" he asked, his voice low and steady. "I'm not finished with you yet."
“But.. Sir, I should review the papers.. make sure they’re up to standard.” You murmur, trying to at least get some of your work done today.
Aemond pulls you onto his lap, positioning you so that you're seated on his leg, and you're suddenly aware of the heat and firmness of his body under your hips, the way his muscles flex when he moves.
"Read the work," he says, his voice a commanding rumble in your ear. "But don't move. Understood?"
“Y-yes sir..” your eyes scan the pages but your mind is distracted by his touch.
Aemond's fingers trail up and down your thigh, teasing and light, sending shivers up your spine. He could feel your body trembling beneath his touch, knowing that you were trying to focus on the work, but your mind was already wandering.
He leaned his head down, his nose brushing against your hair as he inhaled deeply, the scent of your shampoo filling his senses. "Focus," he whispered, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "Read the work like a good girl."
“Okay, I’ll focus..” you mumble, stiffening as you try to follow his commands. He spreads your thighs, fingers teasing your sensitive skin.
Aemond's fingers continue to dance over your sensitive skin, the light touch almost ticklish. He could see the way you stiffen, trying to stay focused on the work, but he could also see the way your eyes kept darting to the side, his touch having an effect on you.
"Good girl," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "Keep reading. I expect you to do a thorough job."
“Of.. of course Sir.” You bite back a moan, leaning back into his chest.
Aemond's hand on your thigh stills abruptly, giving you a little squeeze of warning. He could feel you leaning back into him, your body responding to his touch, and he knew that you were struggling to keep your focus.
"Careful," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "Don't get distracted. I want you to stay focused on your work. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?"
“No, not at all.” You reply, narrowing your gaze at the pages as you struggle to keep your focus. Aemond’s fingers find your wetness, pressing into the warmth of your bare pussy.
You try to focus on the paperwork, the words on the page blurring slightly as Aemond's slim finger starts to move inside you with a painfully slow rhythm. The sensation is maddening, a stark contrast to the quick, hard thrusts from earlier.
Your breath hitches, and you try to keep your voice steady as you murmur, "I'll do my best, Sir." Each word is a battle, each syllable a test of your concentration as his finger slides in and out, a silent reminder of his dominance. Aemond's smirk widens as he watches your effort, his eyes glinting with a dark amusement.
"That's all I ask," he whispers, his other hand coming up to cup your face, turning it towards him. His thumb traces your cheekbone as he adds, "But remember, Y/N, your pleasure is secondary to your duties." His words are like a slap in the face, a stark reminder of your position in this game.
You nod, biting your lip to keep from crying out as his finger moves even slower, pushing you to the brink of frustration and arousal.
As you struggle to keep your focus on the paperwork, Aemond's second finger joins the first, stretching you and filling you with a sense of fullness that's just shy of overwhelming. You bite your lip harder, your eyes scanning the lines of text without truly seeing them.
The sound of the pages flipping is the only outward sign of your effort to maintain composure, as inside, you're a whirlwind of desire and need. Each slow, deliberate thrust of his fingers sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, making it almost impossible to concentrate on the words in front of you.
You swallow hard, trying to keep your breathing even as you feel yourself getting wetter, his fingers moving with a purposeful, maddening slowness that's driving you to the edge of sanity. "Just...just a bit more, Sir," you manage to murmur, hoping against hope that he'll increase the pace.
But Aemond seems content to watch you squirm, his smirk never leaving his face as he enjoys the power he holds over you. "Keep reading, pet." he whispers, his voice like a caress against your ear, his fingers never changing their rhythm.
The tension builds, a delicious agony that has you balancing on the precipice of release, desperately trying to ignore the way your body responds to his touch. It's a battle of wills, and you're not sure who's winning.
The sudden addition of his last two fingers sends a shock of pleasure through your body, and you can't help the gasp that escapes your lips. The pressure is intense, almost painful, but the way your body responds is undeniable.
You feel yourself stretch around him, your muscles clenching and releasing in an involuntary wave that makes you moan. "Fuck," you breathe out, the word slipping from your mouth unbidden. Aemond's smirk turns into a full smile, his hand stilling for a moment to let you adjust to the new sensation.
"Keep reading," he whispers, his voice a dark promise of more to come. You force your eyes back to the paperwork, trying to ignore the feeling of his fingers buried deep inside you, the way they twist and curve, exploring every inch of your slick heat.
Your voice is shaky as you try to continue, but you can feel the climax building, the pressure growing with every slow, deliberate movement of his hand. "I... I can't," you admit, your voice breaking as you lean back into his chest, desperation clear in your eyes. "Please, Aemond, I need... I need..." But he's relentless, his fingers moving in a steady, torturous rhythm that keeps you on edge without letting you fall over.
"Keep reading," he commands again, his voice firm, and you know that there's no escape from this, no release until he decides to give it to you. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, your eyes scanning the pages without truly seeing them.
The tension in the room is palpable, a silent symphony of need and power that seems to crescendo with every beat of your racing heart. And all the while, his fingers work their magic, pushing you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy, until you're not sure if you can take it anymore.
You finish reading the last page of the report, setting the file down with trembling hands. The room feels hot, the air thick with the scent of your arousal. "No mistakes, Sir," you whisper, hoping he'll allow you the release you so desperately crave.
Aemond's hand doesn't leave your body, instead, he starts to move his fingers faster, his thumb circling your clit with a precision that makes you gasp. "Good," he murmurs in approval, his voice a dark promise. "Now, let's see if you can handle this."
The sudden increase in speed sends shockwaves through you, your hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. The friction is intense, your body responding immediately to the delicious pressure building within you. You bite your lip to keep from crying out, eyes squeezed shut as you try to focus on anything but the pleasure threatening to consume you.
"Look at me," Aemond commands, his voice a low growl. You open your eyes to meet his, his blue eye burning with a fierce desire that matches your own. "I want to see your face when you come for me."
Your eyes lock onto his, your breath coming in ragged pants as his fingers continue their merciless dance. The room spins around you, the only anchor Aemond's gaze, holding you in place as you spiral closer to the edge. The tension coils tighter, your muscles tensing as you fight the overwhelming need to let go.
And then it happens, the dam breaks, and you're lost in a flood of sensation. You scream his name, your body arching as the orgasm rips through you, leaving you trembling and exposed in his arms. His fingers don't stop moving, riding the waves of your pleasure until the last quiver subsides. Only then does he pull his hand away, leaving you gasping for air, your skin damp with sweat.
He smirks, watching you as you struggle to regain your composure. "Very good, Y/N," he says, his voice still that deadly calm. "Now, let's get back to work." The command is clear, but the way he says your name sends a shiver down your spine.
You know that this isn't over, that he's only just begun to claim you in every way he can. And as you slide off his lap, legs wobbly, you can't help but wonder what other games he has in store for you today.
Aemond watches you slide off his lap, his eye following your every move. He can see the way your legs tremble, the way you struggle to keep your composure. He can feel the power he has over you, the way you respond to his touch, his commands.
"Remember, Y/N," he says, his voice low and silky, "Your pleasure will only come when I permit it."
“Yes Sir, of course.” you grip the side of his desk, steadying yourself. “Then shall I return to my desk?” Aemond smiles, his gaze never leaving your face. "Yes, you may return to your desk. But remember, you belong to me, Y/N. Every part of you."
He watches as you grasp the side of his desk, struggling to gain your balance. The sight of you, so disheveled and vulnerable, arouses him even more. You nod as you silently leave the room, pulling yourself together as you settle in your chair, mind spinning.
Aemond watches you go, his eye never leaving you until you're seated at your desk, trying your best to compose yourself. He knows the effect he had on you, how he's put you completely under his control.
He watches you for a moment, taking in your flushed face and the way you're squirming in your seat. A smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he turns his attention back to his own work, knowing that he will have you again soon, when it suits him.
One of your male coworkers comes to the edge of your desk, leaning over to gaze at your flushed cheeks. “Rough morning?” he hums, expression suggestive.
“What do you need?” you murmur, eyes not even raising to meet him.
“Well, I couldn’t help but *overhear* you and the boss earlier..” he brushes your hair behind your ear, earning a darker flush of your cheeks as you pull back from his touch.
“So what?” you smooth your hair down, leaning back in your seat. Aemond, sitting at his desk, overhears the conversation. He can see the way the coworker leans over your desk, his touch on your hair sending a wave of possessiveness through Aemond.
He doesn't like the way the man is touching you, speaking to you so intimately. He watches as you pull away from the man, noticing the way your cheeks flush even darker. His hands clench into fists as he restrains himself from marching over and claiming you right then and there.
“I was just wondering if it’s only the boss you’ll get intimate with, or if you’re any man's game?” His implication causes you to shoot out of your seat, glaring at him coolly. He doesn't like the way the man is speaking to you, the way he's suggesting that you're some sort of toy to be played with.
His jaw clenches, his hand gripping the edge of his desk tighter as he watches the scene unfold. He can see the man's smirk, the way he clearly gets a rise out of you.
“I believe you should watch your tongue.” you bite out, walking into Aemonds office and slamming the door behind you. Aemond watches you storm into his office, the sound of the door slamming echoing through the room. He can see the fire in your eyes, the obvious anger you're feeling.
He rises from his chair, his movements smooth and measured as he crosses the room to where you stand. His eyes rake over your form, taking in the flush of your cheeks, the way your chest is heaving.
“I’m sorry for my outburst, Sir.” you sigh, running a hand through your hair as you set the file on his desk. Aemond's gaze never leaves your face as you place the file on his desk. He can see the way your hand shakes slightly as you run it through your hair, the way your anger has clearly not subsided.
"You have no need to apologize," he says, his voice calm and steady. "That man was out of line, speaking to you in such a manner. He will be reprimanded for his behavior."
“Sir, I don’t think that is such a great idea. It might make things worse.” Your voice is a gentle challenge, yet your expression is soft. Aemond raises an eyebrow at your words, his expression becoming a little more commanding.
"Are you questioning my judgment, Y/N?" he asks, his tone stern but not unkind. He takes a step closer, closing the distance between you, his eye boring into yours. "That man disrespected you, spoke to you as if you were a toy to be used. He must be taught that such actions are not tolerated."
You press a soft palm to his chest, “If you do, he might try to file a complaint with HR. He could claim that you're favoring me and it would get me in trouble..”
Aemond's expression softens slightly as you press your palm against his chest, his eye fixated on yours. He can sense the logic behind your words, the way you're trying to protect yourself from any potential harm.
He considers your point for a moment, his gaze hardening as he thinks it through. "You're right," he finally concedes, his voice softer than before. "We can't risk him making a scene and causing trouble for you."
“I’m right?” you tease, eyes lighting up with his words. Aemond's lip quirks up at your tease, a small hint of a smile touching his lips.
"Yes," he says, amused by your response. "You're right, as I said. Your reasoning is sound." He presses a little closer, his hand coming up to rest on the curve of your hip. "But don't let it go to your head," he warns, his tone playful yet commanding.
“I like this softer side of you, Mr. Targaryen.” your hand slides down his chest, fingers digging into his waist gently.
Aemond's eyes darken at your words, his body reacting involuntarily to your touch. He can feel the press of your fingers on his waist, sending a shiver of pleasure through him.
"Don't get used to it," he growls, his voice a little huskier than before. But there is no malice in his tone, only a hint of amusement at your playful teasing. You stand on your tippy toes, pressing a sweet kiss to his surprisingly soft lips.
Aemond is taken slightly off guard by the sweet gesture, the tender press of your lips against his own. But he quickly regains his composure, his hand tightening on your hip.
He returns the kiss, his lips molding against yours in a gentle yet dominant way. He can feel the heat building between you, the electric connection that always seems to be there when you're together.
