In The Office
Maekar x Tully!wife!OC, 2.6k words, modern setting; handjob, oral (f receiving), mentions of pregnancy, slightly subby Maekar, sort of exhibitionism (they can't be seen, but they very much can be heard); jaanam = Persian for 'my life', lysychka = Russian for 'little fox'; divider by @/saradika-graphics
Alyssandra pays her husband a visit at work, and quickly decides she must prove a point to his interns.
The two young women looked up as they heard the clicking of my heels, both looking me over coolly. I hadn’t met these two before, which meant they couldn’t have been here more than two months. Long enough to feel comfortable, but not long enough to guess who I was. Perfect. It was petty, but I enjoyed playing with the new ones a bit, especially when they looked so sour at my appearance.
“Good morning.” I gave them a smile. “Could you please let Mr. Targaryen know that Dr. Tully is here for him? I have some paperwork that he’ll be wanting to look over.” I pulled the envelope from my purse and held it up. The blonde one narrowed her eyes, but got up and walked to Maekar’s door, knocking twice.
“Yes?” I heard him answer. The young woman opened his door and poked her head in.
“There’s a Dr. Tully here, sir, says she’s got some paperwork for you.” The way she said ‘sir,’ I knew immediately what kind of girl she was, and what kind of man she thought my husband was.
“I’ll be right out, you can leave the door open.”
She nodded and turned away, pursing her lips at me as she returned to her desk. I turned to look at the painting on the wall across from Maekar’s door, pretending to study it as the pair went back to their conversation.
“Isn’t there a picture of her in his office? With him and his brother?”
“Yeah, but she can’t be the wife, his kids look nothing like her. Sister, maybe? Or, isn’t his brother’s wife a redhead? So, sister-in-law.”
“Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Anyway, the things I’d do for that man, whew.”
“You’re telling me. Did you see his ass yesterday? Oh my god, those trousers were doing him every single favor.”
I smiled to myself, feeling pleased. As much as I wanted to put these two in their place, it fed my ego to know that my choice of suit had had them drooling over Maekar, especially when he’d been so resistant to it. Brushing aside my satisfaction, I focused back in on the two young women.
“Put him right at the top of the list of men I’d call ‘Daddy.’”
“Rach, he’s like, actually a dad.”
“And? What, I’m gonna ruin some perfect family? His wife is apparently a total bitch, it was probably one of those arranged things that old money still does.”
“Good point. We should tag-team him. Between the two of us or his bitchy wife, I think it’s pretty clear which choice would leave him well satisfied.”
I snorted and turned around. They snapped their heads up to look at me, annoyance all over their faces. The blonde one raised her eyebrows, clearly asking what I thought was funny.
“Your boss is already very well satisfied. Or at least, he was as of five to ten last night,” I told them with a smile.
“How would you know that?” the brunette scoffed.
“Well, from where he had me bent over his desk, I had a pretty good view of the grandfather clock in the hall, so I know that he started getting sloppy with his thrusting at nine fifty-four, and that’s a pretty reliable indicator that he’s got maybe a minute left in him. Of course, it could have been later, I wasn’t paying attention to the clock when he finished, since I was preoccupied with my own orgasm.” Maekar’s office door swung fully open before they could process what I’d said, let alone respond, and he came striding out.
“Lysychka. How’s your morning been?” Maekar bent down and kissed me, one hand on my waist. I grabbed his other arm and pulled him in closer, flaunting the intimacy. The smallest grunt escaped him. I pulled my head back slightly, breaking the kiss, and held up the envelope.
“My morning has been wonderful, jaanam. Your afternoon will have a better chance of being likewise if you have this.”
“Mm.” He kissed my forehead. “Thank you.”
“I think you can thank me better than that,” I replied enticingly, dragging my fingers down his arm and moving past him towards his office, tossing my bag and coat onto one of the chairs. Maekar followed, closing the door behind him, but not before I caught the comically confused and clearly pissed expressions on the pair outside.
I dropped the envelope on his desk and then, making eye contact with Maekar, hitched my skirt up and slowly slid my panties off, dropping them on the desk as well before hopping on it myself. If my words hadn’t been enough, my open legs were certainly all the invitation Maekar needed. He pressed himself to me, one hand pushing my skirt up and gripping my thigh, the other holding me up at the small of my back, mouth on my neck. I hooked a leg around him to pull his hips in and he groaned against my skin. I ran a hand up his arm and over the back of his neck, and laced my fingers into his hair. Maekar continued to nip at my neck as I slid my other hand down his chest and stomach to palm his already hardening cock. He bucked his hips against my hand, and I pulled his head up, making him groan again.
“Be a good boy, and thank me properly, and then I’ll get you off.” I pressed my hand against him, punctuating my sentence.
“Of course, Princess.”
Maekar gave me a heated look, letting me know that while he might be listening to me, he certainly wasn’t giving over control entirely. He knelt between my legs, sliding his hand from the small of my back over my hip to rest it on my thigh, and hooking the other arm around my knee to hold my leg up. I let my stiletto heel rest against his back, just enough that he felt it, just enough to remind him that he was mine. Maekar pressed kisses to my inner thigh, taking his time. I chuckled and lightly tugged his hair.
“Baby, I suggest you get a move on, unless you want to sit through lunch hard and desperate.”
“You wouldn’t.”
Maekar flicked his eyes up, trying to gauge how serious I was. I tilted his head back, lightly dragging the heel not in his back up his thigh.
“Wouldn’t I?” I smirked at him, pressing my stiletto right against his cock.
Maekar inhaled harshly, his control loosening. He pushed my knee back, my heel grazing back over his leg, and quickly moved from my thigh to my cunt, dragging his tongue along the length. I moaned, deliberately louder than usual for the pair outside. Maekar flicked his tongue over my clit, and I tightened my grip. He softly groaned against me, his own fingers digging into my thigh, then pushed his tongue into my cunt, pulling another obscene moan from me. I slid my other hand into his hair as well as he skillfully focused on making me cum.
“Yes, that’s my good boy,” I praised him, grinding down on his face, enjoying how he tried not to whimper into me. “Such a good job you do with that pretty mouth of yours, baby.” I felt my orgasm quickly approaching and moved one hand down to possessively hold the back of his neck. It didn’t matter that the two little flirts couldn’t see it, I still needed to claim him.
“Fuuuck, Mae,” I moaned as my orgasm hit me. Maekar tightened his hold on my thighs, keeping my legs open, working me through it, and I responded by digging my nails into his neck. As I came back down, I felt Maekar breathing hard on my thigh, and I let go of his hair and moved my hand from his neck to his chin, tilting his head up.
“Excellent work, jaanam.” I smiled down at him. “And we still have time for me to help you out before we go to lunch. Up.”
Maekar quickly stood, his hands moving all over me. I kissed him deeply, relishing the taste of myself on his lips. I moved one hand back to the nape of his neck, the other again palming him through his slacks. Maekar broke the kiss and pressed against my hand with a huff.
“Princess, stop teasing me.”
“Alright, alright, I’m getting it.”
I smiled at him as I released his neck to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his slacks. With one hand, I freed his cock, holding the other hand up, cupped. Maekar gently grabbed my wrist and bent his head to press a kiss to my palm, then, looking me in the eyes, spit into my hand.
“Thank you, baby,” I purred. I wrapped my now damp hand around him and began to stroke, setting my other hand on the side of his neck, my thumb resting lightly on his throat.
“Shit,” Maekar hissed, both hands gripping my waist. I drew him in for another kiss. He slid his hands up my back, pulling my chest against his. I passed my thumb over the head of his cock and he grunted into my mouth. I released his neck to run my fingers through his hair, gently now. Maekar moved his head to resume his assault on my neck, undoubtedly leaving a number of hickeys in his wake.
“C’mon, pretty boy,” I murmured, tightening my grip around him, “cum for me.”
“Princess,” he groaned lowly, a touch of warning in his voice, his rough breathing hot on my collarbone.
“I know you don’t want to waste any, want it all inside me to get me pregnant,” his hips jerked, “but good news, stallion, you’ve already succeeded there, so you can finish in my hand this time.”
Upon hearing that, Maekar bit down on the crook of my neck, his orgasm following a second later. I slowly stroked him through it, enjoying the twitching of his cock in my hand and the pain of his teeth in my neck. After a few moments, I released him, and reached behind me for a tissue to clean us both up. I tucked him back into his slacks and smoothed out his shirt. Maekar was still holding my waist, resting his cheek on my shoulder, his breathing slowing.
“Come on, pearl.” I patted his arm. “I need to eat.”
“You’re pregnant again?” Maekar quietly asked.
“Yes, so it’s extra important that you feed me.”
He picked his head up and looked down at me, a softness in his eyes. I smiled up at him, placing a hand on his cheek. He leaned into it, sighing.
“I love you,” he said quietly.
“I know.” I rubbed my thumb across his cheekbone before sliding off of the desk. Maekar stood there, collecting himself, as I put the envelope that had been my actual reason for stopping by in the locked drawer of his desk. I grabbed my discarded panties, and walked back over to Maekar.
“You can keep these,” I folded them up neatly and tucked them in the inner pocket of his jacket, “as a reward for being such a good boy.” I buttoned his jacket and tapped my fingers over the pocket, then turned to pull on my coat and slide my purse onto my shoulder. Maekar sighed, shaking his head, before grabbing his coat from the wall next to the door. I moved to open it, but he flicked his arm up to stop me.
“Wait, wait, wait, as good a time as this was,” he stepped close to me, grabbing my ass with his free hand, “don’t think I’ve forgotten the tension that was brewing when I came out there. Explain.”
I rolled my eyes and grinned up at him, placing both hands on his chest as I spoke, “The interns think they’d do a better job satisfying you than your bitchy wife. I snorted at their idea of enticing you with a threesome, they glared. I told them that at least as of nine fifty-five last night, you were already very well-satisfied. The brunette asked how I knew that, and I told her I could see the clock in the hall from where you had me bent over your desk.”
“They’ve seen the picture of us and Baelor,” I tilted my head towards his desk, “but because of Daeron and Aerion’s looks, they’ve decided I can’t be your wife, so between what I told them and what they overheard just now, I imagine they’re quite scandalized and extremely bitter that the role of Maekar Targaryen’s personal whore is already taken by his brother’s wife.”
“And what a good little whore you are.” Maekar squeezed my ass. “So you got jealous over a couple of little tarts vying for a position that doesn’t exist and discussing sharing me?” He raised a brow in amusement.
“I don’t get jealous, I get competitive.”
“Call it whatever you want, Princess, I think it’s cute that you felt the need to mark your territory.”
Maekar patted my ass twice, then opened the door and let me out in front of him, locking the door behind us. He pulled on his coat as I slipped on my gloves, followed by his scarf, grunting at the lack of discipline the cashmere displayed. Before he could swear at it, I stepped slightly in front of him and straightened it, pulling it around and draping it carefully. Maekar grabbed my wrist and kissed the inside of it, then placed my hand on his arm, before reaching down and placing the other beside it.
“Since you decided to come here, pregnant with my baby,” he said quietly, “in stilettos, in winter, while walking you will be keeping both hands on me, understood?”
“Mae, they’re only four inches, calm down. I wore six inches regularly up until four weeks before the twins were born.”
“Alyssandra,” he tilted his head down at me, “do not ask me to be less protective. I am willing to do a lot of things for you, but that is not one of them.”
“Well you gave them to me,” I grumbled, making him roll his eyes.
As Maekar pulled on his gloves and obsessively straightened out his clothes, I looked at the pair by the window, making sure they were watching before I pushed my hair over my shoulder, revealing the absolute mess Maekar had made of my neck. Both their scowls deepened. I raised my eyebrows smugly at them before turning back to look at Maekar, replacing my hand on his arm, my self-satisfaction morphing to adoration as my eyes and smile softened.
“Are you done gloating, lysychka?” Maekar asked softly.
“For now.”
Maekar huffed in amusement, and looked down at me. He smiled and tilted his head.
“Tell me what I have done to earn that look, so that I may repeat it and have you look at me like that all the time.”
“You’ve simply been the perfect husband.” I shrugged, then turned towards the interns again.
“A bit of advice, darlings—do some research on your boss before you talk about him in front of people. His eldest two don’t look like me because they’re from his first wife. I won’t hold your thirst for my husband against you, but there are a lot of women who would. Luckily, I know exactly how hot I am, so I don’t feel at all threatened by the likes of you.” I smiled at their shocked expressions for a second, then crisply turned and walked away, pulling Maekar, shaking his head, along with me.
