Summary: Valentina hires a puppy. Mel gets to watch the interview.
Tags: 18+ minors dni, Mel POV, pet play, puppy play, kneeling, tie used as leash, eating out, voyeurism, they/them pronouns for reader
Words: 2,079
Author's note: pls allow me to take a short pause from rebloging the same three peoples kinktobers to post a fic of my own 🫶🏻 Enjoy the melval shenanigans 🫶🏻
Reader has short hair with the top being describe as long enough to grab, button down shirt, tie and slacks.
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“Mel, I’ve hired a puppy.”
“Hired…a puppy?” Mel isn’t necessarily surprised that it’s a thing. Money can do almost anything. She just isn’t sure where this need for a puppy is coming from.
“Today?” Mel tries not to panic. They have no dog toys or bed or bowl. Does Valentina want it in a cage while it’s here? “What breed?”
“Human.”
Mel’s thoughts screech to a halt. “What?”
“I’ve hired a puppy slut,” Valentina repeats like it’s a totally normal thing to say. “They’ll be here for their trial session in five minutes.”
“What?”
Valentina doesn’t respond, she knows to give Mel time to process. She continues to read through and sign the papers in front of her.
“Why?” Finally comes out of Mel’s mouth, which isn’t even her most pressing question.
“You’re gorgeous Mel, but busy. I need something pretty to look at so I don’t order a man’s untimely death.”
“You are always about being on time,” Mel supposes, deciding to move on from the gorgeous line so she can continue to function. “And you didn’t hire me just to look at.”
“Do I need to create a meeting with someone you can berate?”
Valentina waves her hand. “No, no, I’m about to get plenty of stress relief.”
“You are?”
“One of the main things puppies are good for.”
Mel taps her finger on the side of her tablet. Does Valentina mean yelling (or worse) stress relief or the nicer kind? Either way, she’s thankful for how sound proofed this room is.
“So I don’t need to prepare anything?” Mel checks.
“Not especially, no. Only yourself so you don’t freak out.”
“I’ve been working with you long enough to have very little freak me out,” Mel says, only half sure.
“You wouldn’t have freaked out at a puppy-human hybrid?”
“…hybrid?” Mel hesitates.
“One of the experiments you aren’t meant to know about. Something just for the elite. Initially intended as a special kind of solider but you know what rich people are like.”
Mel’s mouth hangs open. Valentina stares at her straight faced for several moments before her mouth splits into a smile.
“Kidding, Mel. You know I don’t hide any experiments from you. I certainly wouldn’t hide one with the possibility to be so fun.”
And messy, Mel adds mentally. She’s also not sure about Valentina not hiding anything from her but she doesn’t say anything.
A knock at the door has her turning. She feels strangely nervous. Valentina calls out to give permission to enter. The new hire, you, walks in wearing a crisp button-down shirt, a thin black tie, slacks and shiny boots. Mel would say it’s stereotypical if she didn’t know how many wrinkled shirts she has to witness a day.
You nod in Mel’s direction as you walk towards Valentina. You stop directly in front of her desk, your full attention now on her. Valentina is leaning forward, her elbow on her desk and her chin in her palm.
“Good morning,” she says, voice notably lower than it was before.
“Good morning.” You stand with your hands folded in front of you, your back perfectly straight. Valentina drinks in the sight of you.
She turns her chair to the side and points at the floor in front of her. You obediently follow the directive. Mel watches your face closely. It’s suspiciously relaxed. She thought an interview, especially one of this nature, would bring a bit more second guessing out of someone.
Valentina runs her eyes critically over you. She gives a considering hum as she reaches out and pulls at the cuffs of your shirt before trailing her sharp nails up your sleeve. They run across before sliding down your chest parallel to your tie. They stop before the bottom of your tie. Mel notices that your breathing is no longer even but she hasn’t seen you so much as twitch. Valentina grabs the end and twists her wrist to wrap the tie around her hand. She yanks you down. A choked sound escapes you. She doesn’t pull you to eye level. No, she drags you lower so you’re forced to peer up at her. Mel internally winces at the angle.
“You will do everything I say, do you understand?” Valentina says.
“Yes, Contessa,” is your obedient reply.
“I do not suffer traitors.”
“I understand, Contessa.”
Valentina’s resulting smile is sharp. She tugs on the tie again just to watch you strain.
“This will work for now but we’ll need to find something a bit more fitting soon. Mel?” Valentina turns to her.
It takes Mel a moment too long to understand what Valentina means. Mel tears her eyes away from the unexpectedly captivating sight and swipes her tablet to pull up the more discrete shopping method Valentina uses when things absolutely cannot be linked back to her. It clears her head enough to mentally note the use of Contessa without prompting.
“What design were you thinking?” she asks, her voice more affected than she was hoping.
Valentina doesn’t ease her grip as she thinks. Mel’s suspicion is confirmed when you don’t start to struggle. No sane person would allow this treatment without a hint of intentions or expectations and Valentina would not risk having someone who melts at the first sign of dominance from anyone but herself, considering the company she keeps.
“Why don’t you pick something out?” Valentina suggests. “You’ll have to spend almost as much time as I will looking at them. You can decorate them too. Maybe we can even try co-owning in the future.”
Mel pauses. She’s gotten used to Valentina sharing her things with her, mostly. It’s a privilege she brushed off as a necessity of being her assistant until the items shared were too unnecessary to ignore. This is something different though. ‘Co-owning’ would be opening a few doors she didn’t think they talked about.
“…If you think that wise,” Mel settles on. Valentina snorts quietly at the diplomatic answer and releases your tie. You don’t straighten until she flicks your shoulder. She points at the ground in front of her again and you shuffle closer.
“Kneel,” she clarifies. You drop to your knees. Your head dips in a bow. “Time for the skill test portion of this interview.”
Mel lowers the tablet to her side. Her attention fully on the scene in front of her. She can only just see the top of your head. She wants to move but can already imagine what Valentina will say. Her brain also files away the fact that Valentina has been talking like she’s already hired you, which means she’s somehow confirmed your skills for herself before.
Valentina stands and you calmly unbuckle her belt and pull down her slacks. Your excitement is betrayed by your face and twitching hands. Valentina sits down again and you immediately lean closer but stop yourself before you can touch. Valentina makes you wait. The room becomes silent enough that Mel can hear your heavy breathing. Your eyes haven’t left Valentina’s cunt. Finally, Valentina grips the hair at the top of your head and pulls your face down to her cunt.
“Don’t disappoint.”
Based on Valentina’s reaction, you don’t but Mel can’t see much of what you’re doing. So she focuses on Valentina’s expression, on the way her shoulders slowly begin to relax, her mouth falling open slightly as her breathing gets heavier. Mel can hear how wet she is. She swallows roughly.
Valentina’s head turns suddenly to look at Mel. Mel’s mind screams at her to look away but she can’t. Blown pupils and flushed cheeks are such a rare treat she can’t help but devour it.
“Can you see, Mel?”
Mel thought she had faded into the background like she usually does. She didn’t realise Valentina wants her to watch. Throat too dry to talk, she shakes her head. Valentina clicks her tongue and Mel sees the top of your head move back again.
It seems Valentina is also struggling with words because she directs Mel to stand on the other side of the desk using her finger. Mel obeys, legs feeling wobbly from desire. She stops where Valentina had pointed, several steps behind you. Valentina makes a frustrated gesture.
“Where you can really see, Mel,” she says. “I don’t know how you’re meant to be handling this interview if you can’t see the interviewees work.”
Mel moves to stand beside Valentina’s chair. She’s much closer than she needs to be but Valentina doesn’t make her step back. You haven’t so much as twitched during the whole conversation. Back straight, head bowed, perfectly obedient puppy.
Valentina snaps her fingers. Mel watches, mouth dry, as you lower your head again. This time she can see your tongue work through Valentina’s folds. The way you nose her clit and tease her entrance. She also notices your fingers twitching upward before clamping down on your own thighs. Your own desire growing and conflicting your orders. Mel easily gets lost in it all.
Valentina’s hand tightens in your hair. Mel’s close enough to see your eyes flutter. She makes a mental note even as the heat within her rises.
You do something with your tongue that she can’t quite make out from this angle and Valentina can’t stop the moan that escapes her. Her body tensing a moment later tells Mel she’s coming. Mel’s eyes flicker between Valentina’s face and yours, unable to decide which to look at.
When Valentina relaxes, as much as she ever does in the office, Mel settles her eyes firmly on you. She ignores the envy that flares as you get to clean Valentina up.
“Passable,” Valentina says once her breathing has calmed.
Your smile is wide and Mel can easily imagine your tail wagging. Valentina pulls out a couple of wet wipes, ones Mel had ordered for her two days ago, and roughly wipes your face clean. You hold perfectly still, that smile never fading.
Valentina has her own smile playing about her mouth but she doesn’t allow it to show fully.
“Dismissed,” Valentina says. You scramble to your feet, the first sign of lack of composure, give her a short bow before turning to Mel and repeating the action. You leave as calmly as you entered, shirt now untucked and with a few wrinkles.
“Well that was…easy,” Mel says, still staring at the spot you had been.
“When don’t I do my research?”
“True, but usually you have me do the research. You really didn’t tell them?”
“Who needs to include it in the contract when I have their search history.”
“Alright,” Mel makes a note to herself to change the policy to knocking only for entering Valentina’s office, even in emergencies.
“There may have been some prior communication,” Valentina admits reluctantly into the silence. “I could hardly risk them running out screaming. Not that that would have happened given their interests and my being their type. The results would have been the same, maybe a bit more hesitance.”
“I have complete faith you would have them on their knees within moments of meeting you, Val.” Mel pretends not to see Valentina’s pleased smile. “Also, I knew the moment they called you ‘Contessa’. New hires automatically address you as Director.”
The smile drops into what Mel has deemed Valentina’s version of a pout. A blank face apart from the smallest downturn of the left corner of her lips.
“You live to ruin my fun, don’t you Mel?”
“I schedule time for it every day.”
“Of course you do,” Valentina sighs, this side of fond. Another quiet pause before Valentina says, “Would you have interest in playing with them?”
Mel almost drops her tablet. “Me?”
“I wouldn’t allow anyone else.”
“I—“ would she? “I wouldn’t feel comfortable at the office.” No one is dumb enough to enter without Valentina’s permission but that wouldn’t stop the worry of someone walking in. Not to mention the windows.
“They’ll be joining us on our late nights at my home office.”
Mel swallows roughly. The idea isn’t exactly upsetting but it’s more than a little overwhelming.
“I’ll think about it,” she says. Valentina nods.
“I’ll hardly be upset if you don’t want to,” she says. “More puppy for me.”
Mel bites her lip. Valentina had obviously enjoyed herself and she’s notoriously hard to please. Mel barely gets any time to herself let alone to find someone else.
It had taken Mel an embarrassing long time to realise what Valentina means whenever she says “I need a moment,” and enters a room by herself. It feels like it should have been obvious considering Mel is aware of every other second of Valentina’s day.
It had been even more embarrassing to think about what exactly Valentina gets up to in those moments alone. Mel had been more than a little awkward the first few times after but eventually it became normal like everything else in her job does. She spends almost every second of the day in Valentina’s pocket. She already knows too much about her, one more bodily function isn’t going to make much of a difference.
And it is only a bodily function as far as Mel can tell. There’s no pattern that she can see when it comes to who Valentina interacts with or what she does just before she says she needs a moment to herself. Valentina’s schedule isn’t consistent enough for her to do it at a set time every day but it tends to be right around the most stressful part. It gives Mel time to get some things in order for the rest of their day. This isn’t the only opportunity she gets, she had to learn early on to take advantage of small pauses in their schedule, but it is the most consistent. Until it isn’t.
“Mel!” Valentina calls from inside the room.
Mel jumps, startled enough to almost lose her grip on her tablet.
“Uh, yes Val?” she calls back. This hasn’t happened before.
“Get in here.”
Mel nods several times even though no one can see her. If Valentina is asking for her she should be all covered up. But also why is Valentina asking for her? Mel isn’t sure she wants to know what’s wrong but she takes a deep breath and opens the door. It’s her job to help.
Valentina looks as put together as ever. If it weren’t for her glistening fingers and the top of her slacks being unbuttoned Mel would never have known what she’s up to. Except for the fact she knew before walking in. Mel envies Valentina’s composure. She looks anywhere but at the showing underwear.
“What’s up, Val?” Her voice is the opposite of nonchalant but she’s ignoring that too.
“I’m having a little trouble. Come here.”
Mel obeys without thinking. Then Valentina takes her hand and she can’t stop thinking. Her and her boss don’t really touch despite being together ninety percent of the time. The feel of her smooth skin against Mel’s would be hypnotic in any other scenario. Right now nothing is getting into Mel’s brain apart from the fact that she can see her boss’ underwear. But wait, no. She can’t because she isn’t meant to be looking. And she isn’t looking but she is now touching holy shit.
“Val— what—?”
“Quiet.” Valentina commands.
Mel’s mouth clicks shut. Less to do with the command and more to do with the fact that Valentina is guiding Mel’s hand into her underwear. Wet heat graces her fingertips. Mel’s fingers twitch and Valentina’s grip tightens.
“Don’t go shy on me now,” Valentina says. “I’m sure you know how to finger a girl, Mel.”
“Right. Okay.” Totally. Definitely. Mel knows what’s she’s doing. Val. She’s doing Val. Valentina. Her boss. Holy shit. She should definitely stop.
Mel carefully pushes one finger and then two inside of her boss. Valentina’s hold on her wrist never loosens. She slowly drags Mel’s fingers inside and out of her. She keeps a steady, even pace Mel would not have been able to maintain given— everything.
Mel feels Valentina squeeze around her. She almost faints. She’s not sure whether this is hell or heaven. She watches as Valentina’s breathing begins to stutter. Mel has seen Valentina’s composure fall before but she’s never seen her like this. Valentina’s mouth falls slightly open and Mel’s eyes zeros in on it. She has the incredibly silly urge to kiss her. Something she absolutely should not do despite her fingers currently being inside her boss. If she messes up Valentina’s lipstick she’ll never hear the end of it. She doesn’t have the exact shade on her. None of that doesn’t make the urge go away.
Mel watches Valentina come undone and she struggles not to fall to her knees. Valentina’s face relaxes for the first time ever, her head tips back slightly as her mouth falls open in a sigh, and Mel wants to burst into flames.
Valentina allows one single shudder to run through herself and then it’s over. Her mouths closes, her face smooths out into its usual mask and she removes Mel’s hand from her slacks. She buttons them up, touches up her hair and straightens her shirt. She looks as put together as she did entering the room. Mel is too busy staring wide eyed at her glistening fingers to notice. Did that really just happen?
“Well, that was a nice change. Wasn’t it?” Valentina says.
Mel nods mutely. Her brain hasn’t caught up with everything yet.
“Remind me what Senator asshat wants to talk about again,” Val says as she walks out the door. “I can never remember what slogan he’s adopted. He’s so sensitive about people remembering.”
Fingers wet and heat pounding between her thighs, Mel follows her.
Authors note: this one is 400 words longer than the first chapter. Oops?
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Part One |
“Do you know how to use a strap-on?” Valentina says apropos nothing.
“Uh —“ Mel has not prepared herself for this question. She didn’t know she needed to. She’s accompanying Valentina home like she usually does.
“Never mind. It’ll be too cumbersome during the day. I’ll think of something.” Valentin makes her way to her living to pretend to relax. They both end up continuing to work every time Mel stays over.
Mel tries to be normal after…whatever that was but it takes a while for her to be able to fully focus. She starts nodding off later than she usually does and Valentina dismisses her with a wave of her hand. Mel’s useless like this and they both know it. Valentina tries to keep up the pretence of normal work hours for her assistance but that ship sailed long ago.
Mel stumbles off to the guest room. She isn’t brave enough to think of it as her room. It’s Valentina’s spare room that happens to contain Mel’s clothes and toiletries. They work late often enough for her to need it and Valentina got sick of making a detour to Mel’s place within a few weeks. It isn’t personalised but the bedspread is in her favourite colour, which happened randomly one day, and she always falls asleep easily. Normally. This time she spends the whole night waiting for a knock at the door.
Enough time passes that Mel almost forgets about the question and following comment. The few moments Valentina has told Mel to follow her has had the same routine of the ones before. So, the memory is stored away. Mel thought for good. She was wrong.
Valentina needs another moment and they find somewhere for her to tuck herself away in. Mel doesn’t get called every time but she always waits a few minutes just in case. She doesn’t want to be in the middle of an important call on Valentina’s behalf. So she holds the tablet to her chest and counts the seconds. At thirty-four, Valentina calls out,
“Mel!”
And Mel enters the room. She places the tablet on a small table just inside the door and takes the two steps to Valentina. They’re in a truly tiny office this time but it must be one of the ones without cameras. A rarity but this has been happening often enough that Mel has a number of camera-less rooms memorised now. She needs to factor the potential walking time into Valentina’s schedule.
Valentina already has her pants unbuttoned and the frustrated look on her face shows she’s having trouble again. Mel realises Valentina holds something small in her hand. It’s long and white and— holy hell it’s a vibrator. Her boss is holding a vibrator. In front of her. With her pants unbuttoned. Oh fuck.
She tries to keep her face normal. She has no idea if it works. Val passes her the vibrator and Mel takes it because she always takes what Val hands to her.
“I presume you know how to use one of these?”
Mel still hasn’t quite got around the fact that she’s staring at Valentina’s underwear while holding a vibrator. This moment isn’t going into a neat box
“Every girl knows how to use a vibrator Mel. It’s not rocket science.”
Mel nods dumbly and presses the vibrator on. It comes alive loud and strong in her hand. Valentina doesn’t guide her hand this time and Mel takes a breath before moving. Her hand has slipped into Val’s underwear enough times that its muscle memory but the angle is too tight. The vibrator is small but not that small. She could make it work but the orgasm won’t be fast or particularly satisfactory. She removes her hand and turns the vibrator off but hesitates afterwards. Pushing down her boss’ pants feels too bold. Valentina makes a frustrated noise and shoves them down her thighs.
And now she’s seeing her boss’ cunt for the first time. Okay. Cool. The image is going to be burned into her brain forever. Her movements are mechanical at first but she hasn’t kept Val waiting since the day she started working for her. The vibrator is dry so she sticks it in her mouth. It takes her a moment to realise what exactly she’s done. Her eyes flicker up to Val’s (has she even looked away from the newly bared skin yet? She needs to stop doing that. It’s unprofessional). Valentina’s wearing an expression Mel hasn’t seen before. Then Valentina raises an eyebrow in a very familiar one.
She isn’t sure if Val is wet enough for Mel to use the vibrator that’s all! (Valentina is always soaked by the time Mel’s fingers reach her cunt). This was the quickest, most logical way which means Val should appreciate it.
Ignoring the look Valentina gives her. Mel starts with light pressure on Valentina’s clit. The vibrator is small but strong and Mel doesn’t know how Val likes it. Valentina grips her shoulders tight enough to bruise. Mel barely notices. She lightly runs the vibrator over and over Val’s clit and Val’s hips move with it. Mel isn’t used to seeing this lack of control until Val is close to coming. A quick look at her face shows she isn’t. Mel applies a bit more pressure and Val moans. It’s much too early for her to be doing that and Mel almost drops the vibrator. She readjusts her grip and changes to slow circles. Valentina’s head drops back. Mel’s eyes get stuck on her long neck. There’s a hint of a tendon. She wants to try and smooth it down with her tongue.
The small downward tilt of Val’s mouth has Mel refocusing. She follows a similar pattern Valentina likes when it’s her fingers and Mel watches with wide eyes as Valentina comes louder and faster than she’s seen before. It’s still painfully controlled. There’s no outburst. Only a continuous stream of small noises and moans. Valentina’s legs aren’t the only ones shaking.
Valentina leans forward and rests her head against Mel’s shoulder. Mel almost has a heart attack. She stands there awkwardly as Valentina catches her breath. Mel’s mind dissolves. Should she hug her? Or hold her? Or squeeze something? Nothing feels right, including just standing there, but Mel stays still. Valentina lifts her head when her breathing is even and reaches down to put herself together again. Mel watches before realising what she’s doing and looking up at the roof. The moment is over now. There’s no need to look.
She feels like picking up her tablet so soon would make it more awkward somehow? Is Valentina feeling awkward or is it just Mel? It’s usually just Mel. Valentina checks her hair with a little flip before walking out the door. Mel follows her, distracting herself by rattling off what’s next on their agenda.
Later that night Mel lies awake in bed. She hasn’t been able to get over the sight of Valentina’s newly revealed skin. No matter what box she shoves it into she finds herself thinking about it again not much later. The look on her face as she came. The noises she made. Mel keeps replaying it over and over again in her head. She can’t get herself to stop and she doesn’t know why. It’s never been a problem before. It’s all been run of the mill craziness. Now it’s stuck in her head like a catchy tune, or that ice bath scene in stick it, or the time her crush stole her ice cream and Mel watched her lick it down to the cone…
Holy shit, is she into her boss?
End authors note -
Mel while actively fingering her boss: this is normal employee/employer behaviour when it comes to Val. I don’t need to read into it.
Mel when she gets handed a vibrator and can’t stop thinking about it: holy shit am I into my boss? Like more than just woman-in-power crush? Where did this come from???
I need to stop forgetting how Mel acts around Bucky. It's only when her murdering people comes up or when something goes wrong with Valentina’s plan that she gets nervous and loses her confidence
But when it comes to speaking up about the dangers of Bob being Sentry??? When Bucky is trying to get her to betray Valentina??? She stands firmly in her beliefs. She’s confident, her speech is clear, she doesn’t hesitate. It’s easy to forget with only two scenes showing this but it’s there!!! And it’s not appreciated enough!!
