Alias: The Secretary
Title: The Secretary
Authors: spy_barbie and shiparker
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Syd/Vaughn
Summary: Vaughn needs some help with paper work and Syd offers to be his secretary for a day. Inspired by the movie Secretary. Dirty talk, light bondage.
Spoiler: Anywhere in S4. I'd rather after 'Welcome to Liberty Village', when things started to get smoother between them again.
The Secretary
There was something about the dim lights of the APO office late at night that intrigued her. Sydney had finished her work for the day and right now she was waiting for Vaughn to finish his last report so they could leave the place and go to the movies spend some nice time together. It wasn't like they hadn't seen each other, no, they actually saw each every day and every day they would exchange a kiss and some sweets words or just enjoy each other's company. And lately, even, Syd had had Vaughn over at her place to spend the night. More times than she could count, actually, but she wasn't complaining. She wouldn't, not after spendig over a year crying because she couldn't be with him. Sydney didn't want to think about those dark days but sometimes she couldn't help it. The whole Lauren thing still hurt her at some level, but her heart was healing now and her relationship with Vaughn was starting to be closer to the relationship they had before. Of course things would never be the same between them, but love was there again. Thinking about all the difficulties they had as a necessary step to build a stronger relationship was conforting and the fact they had managed to find a way back was even more reassuring.
Sydney walked slowly down the white corridor, her high-heeled shoes echoeing against the tile, stopping by the door so she could see him. Vaughn had his face turned to the computer screen, typing his report, deeply concentrated in his task and with his wrinkles showing on his forehead. She smiled. He was such a beautiful sight and yet he didn't seem to realize that. She entered the room and walked to his direction.
"Why don't you finish this tomorrow? You seem tired," she said, leaning against his desk.
"A bit, but I want to finish this now, I'm almost done," He said, looking up at her.
She smiled back at him, from behind her glasses, her bangs covering part of her face. It was a never-ending task, pulling her bangs out of her eyes so it wouldn't bother her, but Vaughn seemed to like it. Frequently he used to play with her hair and he seemed to have a special attraction to that specific part. Like right now, when he held her hand, pulling her to him and kissing her palm, breathing in her scent. He reached out his other hand to touch her face and remove her hair out of her eyes.
"Just give me five minutes, will you?"
"Ok. I'll make some coffee, do you want it too?"
"Yeah, please."
He watched as she walked, fastly, away from him. He got lost in the sight of her for a second, she looked so pretty in black that it broke his concentration for a second, her high heels matching in color her not so long skirt, enveloping her muscled thighs. Maybe he should just give up the damn report and take her out of that place.
Vaughn still was lost in thoughts when she returned, carrying a tray with two cups of coffee on it. She grinned, amused by his lost expression, almost pleased. Obvisouly he wasn't thinking about his report anymore.
"What goes on in that mind of yours?" she asked, teasing him. Vaughn seemed to get out of his torpor and looked back at her. By the look on his face she could tell he was thinking about her.
"I was... you know, you should wear skirts more often."
Syd laughed and poured some sugar in his coffee, mixing it.
"And since when you are the fashion expert?"
She accidentaly left the spoon drop to the floor and leaned to get it, turning her back to him and giving him an excellent sight. Vaughn sighed loudly, leaning back against his chair. When she heard it, Sydney turned slightly to look at him and then she realized what he was sighing about. It was too late and he was tired, maybe it was time for him to have a little help. And some fun too, why not?
"You know, maybe you should hire a secretary..." she said, in a playfull voice.
"But it's too hard finding one with the recquired skills... I miss back at the CIA office, when our secretaries were good at everything, from making coffee to computer skills."
"You could hire someone temporarily. I say, for a week, just to help you out."
"Do you know anyone with good references?"
"Well, I don't want to brag, but I'm pretty good at typing and I'm sure you'll find my coffee good too," she said with a hint of laughter in her voice. Vaughn's eyes narrowed when he got what she had in mind. So, it would be the boss-secretary thing tonight, uh?
"Will you be my secretary, miss Bristow? Because I have to say, I am a pretty demanding boss"
"I will be your secretary. You know me, I love a challenge and a demanding boss definitelly sounds like a big one"
"And are you good in following orders?"
"Oh, yes. You'll find I out I'm really good in following orders."
Sydney moved closer to him, sitting on the edge of the desk, her hand now moving closer to his. From where he was, he could feel her feet brushing lightly against his shin, teasing him. And she looked so serious and professional with those glasses he had to supress the urge of pulling her tightly against him and kiss her right away.
"Ok, miss Bristow, let's see, then. Here I have some notes I didn't have time to type, but I need them in less than two minutes. Can you do it?"
"Sure."
Vaughn stood up, standing close to Syd, their faces inches from each other. He could actually feel her scent, her warm breathing against his own face. It took him a great amount of will-power to not kiss her right there and continue the game.
Sydney, on the other hand, could feel her insides turning into fire when he stood close, not touching her. There was this fire in his eyes that she wasn't sure if it was intentional or something that he couldn't hide from her, but he was obviously in game with her.
"Now go type this and come back when you're done, please, miss Bristow."
"Ok," she said, walking away. She chose one of the computers in the room across his, so he could see her. In fact, everywhere they were in that weird APO office, they could see each other. And, even though most of the lights were out, they could perfectly see each other's silhouette.
She was typing fast, not really caring to what she was writing and completely aware of Vaughn's stare. In fact, he was trying to pretend he was deeply concentrated on his own computer, stealing an occasional glance at her.
By the time she was done, she printed the text and walked back to him, reaching out her hand for him to take it.
"Very good, your typing speed is great. I think you have potential, miss Bristow," he said, looking at her from up to down. She smiled sweetly at him. "But there is a problem. You've made a few typing mistakes, that's something I can let happen."
"Did I? Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, mr Vaughn, I didn't realize that!"
Vaughn put the paper over his desk and stood up, walking towards her. And once again there were inches from each other, yet not touchoing, but feeling each other's breath and heat. Syd felt a heat spreading all over her body, her arousal increasing and becoming sorta evident to him. By now, Vaughn was more than aware of what turned her on and he had noticed that every time they would start one of these role play games of theirs she would get into character and enjoy it even more than the usual. In the course of the years, she got used to wear aliases which pretty much made her a professional in the art of playing different parts. But missions weren't enough pleaseant so it was sort of a nice change to use her skills to something both enjoyed very much.
He smiled when he looked at her, her rosy cheeks betraying her. Syd was breathing hard, trying not to show it to him.
"You see, I didn't want to, but now I'll have to punish you. I can't just let you get away with these mistakes."
"But, mr Vaughn, it wasn't on purpose! I didn't mean to..."
"Well, maybe next time you'll pay more attention to what you're doing. Now, would you please take a look at the paper you've just printed?"
Syd leaned slightly against the table.
"No, miss Bristow, closer," he said, in a tone of the one who's losing his patience. She leaned a bit more so now her face was closer to the paper, using her arms for support. Vaughn walked behind her, his hands in his pocket, letting his acts linger on her a bit more. He knew she was almost bursting of antecipation from what he was going to do next.
"Can you perfectly see your mistakes now?"
"This looks perfect to me." She said, in a steady voice.
Vaughn clicked his tongue, leaning, pushing his body against her. She shivered slightly from the contact, watching him by the corner of her eyes. He reached out his arm to grab a red pen, brushing against her breasts while doing so.
"Look at this, miss Bristow, this is so evident it strikes me you not realizing it," he said, circling the few errors of typing.
"Oh, right. Now I see it."she said.
"Yeah. And you see, miss Bristow, I can let you get away, I must punish you. Do you think you should be punished?"
"Yeah, I've made a mistake, you must punish me for it, sir."
Vaughn stood still again, behind her. Syd still was in her previous position, just waiting to see what he was going to do next. She couldn't hide anymore the smirk that started to appear on her face, specially when he put his hand on her right hip, massaging her.
"Will you please read what's written there?"
"Sure. 'Dear mr Sloane, I'm here to tell you about the pugnacious nature of this job you design your agents to. I herebye inform you..."
Vaughn interrupted her by slapping her ass, noisily. It wasn't hard, but hard enough to make her stop and look at him.
"Is that how you spell hereby?"he asked dryly, a stern look on his face.
Syd stared at him for a second, agape, completely taken by surprise. What the hell?
"Ermm... no. But why did you..."
"So, there's the first mistake. Continue reading."
She turned to the paper, returning to her previous position. "...that unless you start to act like a decent man, I'm going to reportedly you to..."
He slapped her again, harder this time, making her yelp. She let out a moan, somewhat pleased.
"... your superiors at Langley and I'm sure they will not be hapy to know..."
He slapped her one more time, harder. She panted when he did that and Vaughn, noticing the effect he had on her, stepped closer so she could feel his growing erection, making her gasp one more time.
"I.. I didn't know spelling could be... that... hard."
For a second he laughed, amused by her reactions, but it was just enought time for him to regain his concentration.
"This is unacceptable, miss Bristow. Completely unacceptable. How do you expect me to give you any benefit if you keep making such silly mistakes?"
"I'm sorry, mr Vaughn, would you give me another chance?"
"Let's finish this letter first"
He rested his hand on her ass cheek, the same he just slapped, kneading it. Vaughn felt her relaxing against him as he did so, muffling another moan. He couldn't help a smile and continue to knead her, his fingers spreading over her ass and between her ass cheeks.
"...about your weird beravior..."
He immediately stopped his exploration to slap her one more time, harder than the previous one. Sydney moaned louder.
"Honestly, after this last one I'll definetely have to cut out your benefits."
"Oh, no, mr Vaughn! Please don't do it!" she said, standing up again, turning to face him. "I'm fully aware of my mistakes and I promise such thing will never happen again, at least not while I work here for you," she said, looking at him, a shy smile on her lips. "I take great pleasure in working for you, in serving you..."
"You do?"
"Yeah... and, although this might sound completely off-limits... I'm rather fond of you, sir."
Vaughn put out his 'cat who ate the canary' smile when he heard that. Damn, the woman was good! She was turning the table to her side within seconds.
"Well, that statement surely increases your chances of getting a promotion, miss Bristow. And your benefits."
"Could you show me what my benefits will be?"
"Well," he said, stepping even closer to her "When you spend the whole day typing you must be sure your back won't be injured." He said, putting his hand on her back, massaging her slowly and pressing her body to his. "so your medical insurance offers you a whole check-up with the best professionals around."
Syd held his shoulders for support, now incapable of hiding the smile.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. And you'll also get a free dental treatment. Did you have your mouth checked out lately?"
"Well... I don't think it was checked by such a capable professional. How's that treatment?"
"It's a new investigative technique, developed by our experts," Vaughn said, caressing her back, his other hand now sliding up her arm to reach her neck and face "I could show how it's done but you must assure me that it won't leave this office."
"I assure you, mr Vaughn."
Vaughn smiled sweetly at her before pulling her into a kiss, taking her by surprise. Sydney closed her eyes and pulled her arms around his neck, opening her mouth to fully kiss him now. Within seconds Vaughn already is enveloped in her scent and her warmth, breathing hard and feeling his cock twitch in arousal, drinking in her taste.
He pushed her away, trying to control himself. It wasn't time to ruin the game yet.
"Is that all Mr Vaughn? Or you want me to do some extra work today? Because, you know, I have a pretty flexible... schedule," Sydney couldn't help but smile at him when she delivered such a cliche line.
She was aware that the smile she was gaving him now was very different from the smile she gave to friends or the smile that always crept on her face when Vaughn did something romantic. Yes, it was all about sex and she was teasing him, using her sexuality full force, but yet she knew he couldn't resist her when she acted like that and for a brief moment, she realized how much she missed those moments when she was trully happy, without worries, doubts or the feeling of betrayal surrounding her. Their little game, that particular moment, was all about fun and she had to admit she was not only having it, but she was loving it very much and she would probably do it again. Maybe Vaughn could return her favor and be her handyman, she thought and fought the urge to giggle.
Vaughn stopped for a minute when he finally heard what he was waiting for. That was the cue he wanted to explore an idea he had when she started the whole secretary thing.
"No thanks, I think we are done for today Miss Bristow. You seem pretty tired, why don't you go home and get some rest? Tomorrow we can talk about your promotion... but I have to say, everything you did today pretty much guarantee you a really good evaluation," he replied.
Her smile suddenly died.
"Are you sure Mr. Vaughn?" She asked, trying not to sound too much disappointed. Sydney frowned, trying to read his expression, searching for signs that he was only teasing her. But Vaughn's expression was blank. He was serious and quickly she got really confused. What the hell was going on there? Did he get tired of her role play?
"Because you still have work to do. What kind of secretary leaves before the boss? I don't think it's very professional of me to do that," she replied.
"You already did your job Miss Bristow. I don't want to hear from the people here at the office that I treat my subordinates like slaves," Vaughn said, trying to hide his amusement. He wasn't a cruel person, specially with Sydney, but that was part of his act.
"Oh, I won't complain Mr. Vaughn, I find this job very... very estimulating. It's exciting to be the secretary of a man who knows how to use a gun... So I've heard, anyway," she said using her best seducing tone. Sydney bent a little bit, revealing her cleavage.
"Oh really? So, my reputation in handling a gun precedes me?" Vaughn questioned her, using some sort of reprehensible tone. The game was about to get a little hotter here. "Because basically this is the first time I see you, so how do you know about my skills? Were you checking out my file, Miss Bristow?"
She smiled, that was the encouragement she needed to continue to play the role of the efficient secretary.
"Maybe a little, a girl must protect herself from all the bad bosses in the world, you know. Sexual harassment is a new trend in the work environment and I am just an innocent woman."
"I don't believe you are such an innocent girl, Miss Bristow. In fact, the moment you walked in here with this short skirt, teasing me with this sway of your hips I concluded you were bad news. But you're lucky, I've met women like you, and I already taught them a lesson. Do you wanna know the first thing they learned? You can't sleep after midnight, it compromises your working hours and makes me really mad. You don't wanna upset me right? So I suggest you do the same as my previous secretaries used to do and go to bed".
Then he turned and not even looked at her again.
"Okay, you are the boss after all," she said, a little bit confused. She didn't knew exactly what the hell was happening, but she wasn't going to be the one who would ruin the entire role play. If there was one at this point. She was his subordinate, he was her boss, she was suppose to obey him. So she would.
"Oh, Miss Bristow, I almost forgot. There is another thing I want from you," he said, his naughty smile appearing once again and making her smile in the process. He almost got her fooled. The game wasn't over after all.
"Yes, Mr. Vaughn. How can I help you?" she said.
"Come here and sit close to me, I need you to perform a little test for me" .
She pulled a chair that was close to his desk but before she could sit he reached out his hand to hold her arm, stopping her.
"No, no Miss Bristow, what kind of secretary are you?" He said using a reprehensive tone once again "Come here and sit on my table, next to me, this test must be performed in a specific position".
She did as he told her, chuckling a little bit. Sydney was curious to know what he had in mind.
"Do I need to bend again Mr. Vaughn?" She said, the excitment in her voice was evident "I may sound a little bit bold right now, and even unfair to you since you seem to be a man who takes his job seriously and does whatever is needed to make sure your employees give their best at work. But was the whole punishment thing just an unsual sort of criticism or an excuse to grope my ass?".
"I believe you learned your lesson Miss Bristow, which I did in a very professional way, I guarantee you. You will never forget how to spell those words again," he replied.
She sit on his desk and crossed her legs, making sure he would still see the curve of her breasts while he was performing his "test".
"Let me explain why I am doing this test, Miss Bristow. It seems the agency is really preoccupied with security of our working place. I call it just paranoia, after all, we are a freaking underground organization! But Arvin Sloane want us to make sure every single employee we hire is capable to remain steady in a stressful situation. Because, you know, maybe some day you may have to hold a gun in your hands" .
"I know how to hold a gun Mr. Vaughn. Actually, not only I know how to hold it, but I know how to handle it and make it work properly, ready to shoot... I can do it," she replied, not knowing if he got the inside joke.
"You cannot peform this test with your legs crossed Miss Bristow. Otherwise it won't be so effective. Now, grab your pen and a notepad please," he demanded, sounding like a professional. She didn't know what he was going to do, but it sounded promising. Sydney uncrossed her legs and grabbed a pen just like Vaughn told her to do.
Vaughn put his hand on her thigh, keading it lightly, in a way he knew she liked it, his soft hands teasing her carefully. But, God, how she wished he was straightfoward right now. She started to feel aroused, the familiar warmth spreading over her body and her cheeks became rosier, the feeling intensifying as he slid his hand up her thigh. Suddenly her concetration and ability to write anything became weakened. Smart test, she thought, but the agency probably wouldn't aprove.
"Write it down Miss Bristow," Vaughn said, the story already in his mind "Because these are important things to know if you're going to be my secretary."
"O-okay," her voice trailed a little bit, her hands were shaking slightly as he intensified the contact, pressing his hand against her.
"I will rip off your blouse Miss Bristow, not caring how much it coasted you and not only will you accept I ruined your favourite blouse, but you will enjoy it. Because I am your boss and I want you to do this with no complaints"
She started to breath hard and found herself unable to write a single word. Damn it, she would fail, she thought. But she was enjoying the whole situation very much.
"And you know why? Because since the moment I first laid my eyes on you I wanted to fuck you, to push you against this table and rake up your skirt and make you come, screaming my name."
She looked at him completely astonished by his words. And the way he said that, the calm tone of his voice and the steady grip on her started to drive her insane. He moved his hands downwards her thigh until he reached the hem of her shirt, sliding down it, touching her skin lightly and slowly, making her open her legs uncounsciously.
"I know you want it too, don't you? Because you came here today not to be the secretary of the year, but because you wanted to fuck me. You knew everything about me Miss Bristow, you knew exactly how I handle things and you like it. You were already interested in me and you secretly hoped I would sexually harass you so you wore your best underwear just in case I wanted to play your game," he said, his fingers making contact with her panties, feeling the fabric and confirming she was wearing the best pair of underwear, indeed."
Syd moaned, feeling his fingers pressing against her core.
"It amazes me how wet you already are, miss Bristow, " he said, pulling her panties aside to touch her, making her shudder immediately, opening her legs farther to give him more room to tease her. Syd closed her eyes and let her head fall behind, gripping the edge of the desk to give her balance.
"Can I add you have a nice pair of tits? It is the perfect size, I can bet it fits perfectly in my hand," he said, feeling an erection just coming into scene " When I open your bra there it is, your breasts so perfect and all I want to do is to put it in my mouth, suck your nipples, bite them. But before I do it, I want to squeeze them and make you moan just like you are moaning right now. I suck your nipple at first, as hard as I can because I want to hear you saying my name and beg me to fuck you... which I don't, I have systematic plans. I want to circle your nipples with my tongue, biting them and when I do this, you become even more aroused."
And while he said those things to her he kept teasing her folds, spreading her wetness against and around her clit, making her buckle and whimper against him. He must have to admit it was a beautiful sound and a beautiful sight, the way her face contorted in that exquisite pleasure. Syd held his forearm, making him speed up his movements. She knew that if he kept going she would come soon.
"How would you fuck me, Mr Vaughn?" She asked, her voice raspy, already giving up on any attempt of taking notes. She wanted to be punished, damn it.
"Just wait and you'll see..." He said "And try to take notes Miss Bristow, we may need it later..." Vaughn stood up so he was closer to her, his mouth against her temple "So, I was stroking your breasts making you wetter than you already was, but I am no longer patient and I capture one of you nipples in my mouth. You like it when I do it, don't you?"
Oh God, that was true, she loved when he did that, she thought, still holding his forearm Vaughn was a sick bastard for teasing her like that. It was almost like a mental torture.
"Then my hand start to look for the places you want to be touched. I analyse you and I discover tiny spots that drive you crazy. See, I already know how you react when you are aroused. Like this spot right here, behind your clit."
He did as he told her so, eliciting a muffled whimper from her. He knew that if he stroked her a bit longer there she would come, which he wasn't interested in doing right now. Vaughn stopped, making her moan, frustrated. Oh, God if he plays the cold/hot game once again she would kill him.
"But I have to say, Mr Vaughn, I enjoyed the little description you gave me. It was really... accurate."
"Yeah, I guess," He shrugged, looking at her with a smile on his face "But not only it was creative, it's a new kind of trial test, you know, so I am still working on a few details like the part where I use my tie to blindfold you and we do it on the copy machine. Okay Miss Bristow, do you want to see if you'll pass the test?"
What? Blindfolds? She opened her mouth to answer him, amused, but he pretended to ignore her and took her notepad from her hand.
"I am afraid my handwriting is not good and I probably forgot a few details of your story, I kind of got myself lost when you told me... those descriptive details. But, please, Mr. Vaughn, you said yourself the test was crap. What can I do to convice you I am the right person for the job?"
Vaughn clicked his tongue again, looking at the notepad.
"And you didn't even write what you were supposed to write! Now, miss Bristow, I'll have to punish you again."
"Will you?"
"Yeah."
"How's that?"
"Well," he said, his hands moving to play with the hem of her blouse "I think you'll have to lose this beautiful blouse of yours, which is a pity."
"Hey, don't you dare..." she started to warn him but it was too late, he had ripped her blouse and threw it aside in a fast move. Sydney looked at him dumbfounded. "I really liked that blouse, damn it!"
"What? Did I hear you swearing? You can't swear at my office!" he said, stepping closer and holding her wrists behind her body. Syd smiled wickedly, seriously enjoying this new game of his. And his grasp on her wrists wasn't even that stronger, he knew that she could get rid of it as soon as she wanted to, which caused this little game so exciting.
And now he was silent for a moment, looking into her eyes, as if daring her to turn the table and dominate him, but she kept in position, waiting to hear his command. Vaughn nuzzled her neck, the spot behind her ear, making her shudder, taking her ear into his mouth. His other hand was now playing on her belly, caressing her soft skin near the hem of her skirt.
Vaughn released Syd's hands when an interesting idea was forming in his mind. If he knew Syd well, she would love that game, hell he would love that too. Vaughn wanted to see Sydney in all her glory, when her body was squirming in pleasure. In a moment where he always could notice small, but significative, changes in her. Yes, he wanted to see all the reactions of her entire body when she was close to have an orgasm.
The thought that he would be the cause of it was pretty powerfull, he had to admit it. Because he knew that, even now when he would be just a passive figure on the act, he was still a reason for her to come. He would demand her to come and she would obey, he thought, smiling devilishly at her. He grabbed her right hand, interlocking his fingers with hers, the palm of his hand making contact with the back of hers.
"I want you to do something for me Miss Bristow. Think of it as a little game" His other hand was now on her hair, pushing her head towards him, a little bit forcefully "I must tell you, if you fail again, you are going to be punished really hard. I don't like stupid whores who bore me to death with shallow conversations. Got it?".
His tone was rispid and she had to admit, it turned her on even more. Should her fail the test? Oh, she wanted to be punished, but maybe her reward would be even better.
* * *
"Yes Mr. Vaughn," Sydney replied.
He released his hand from her hair and smiled, looking at her seductively. Vaughn brought her right hand to his mouth and sucked her indicador and middle fingers.
"Mr. Vaughn, I don't know if I am right...but I'm..." She teased him. She knew what she have to do. The gesture was typical of Vaughn when they were in bed.
"No buts Miss Bristow. Do you really want this job? So you will have to do what I say, when I say. Because I am your fucking supervisor and you are bellow me on the chain of command. So I demand now: you will put your fucking fingers inside your pussy and you fuck yourself and come for me . Because believe me, you are going to do it thinking about it, of how it is to be fucked by me."
Still holding her hand, he made her touch her own tigh, tracing a way to her pussy. Sydney shivered at the sensation of her soft palm close so to her cunt. Without mercy or preparation he introduced her finger inside her, making her touch her clit. Sydney gasped when she made the contact with her swollen spot and part of her enjoyed it even more because he was the one who guided her. He rubbed his fingers against her a few times, feeling how wet she was.
"Now that I showed you how to do it, Miss Bristow, you can continue on your own. You are not going to upset me... right?"
"Ri-ight" - Sydney said, making an extra effort to speak. Her voice failed a little bit, while she was rubbing her fingers faster and harder.
"Slow down Miss Bristow. Otherwise, you will come before I sit on my chair," He said, while he was adjusting his chair to have the best view of her.
She spread her legs even more now facilitating the contact, her eyes starting to close when she realized her body started to get more and more aroused . She wanted to go faster and she knew he was aware of that fact. But Vaughn was a sadistic and voyeuristic bastard.
"Look at me Miss Bristow. I said, I wanted to see you come and I wanted to see. If you shut your eyes once again, you will feel the full force of my rage," He said ruskly.
That was harsh, Sydney thought, excited. She stared at him and the vision of his excitment was even more estimulating. She started to feel she was geting closer to come as her body shivered and squirmed in pelasure.
But he also knew it.
"Now go faster Miss Bristow, I am getting bored," He demanded.
Sydney smiled and increased the rythym, her fingers doing small circles in the sensitive area. Now she was getting there closer and closer, it was only a matter of instants...
"Oh, Mr. Vaughn...." She screamed.Now it was matter of seconds and...
"Okay miss Bristow, stop it. I already saw what I wanted to see," He demanded.
What? Sydney thought. No fucking way. Vaughn was a sick bastard.
"You do what I said and you will have a bonus Miss Bristow. I am not going to repeat again. All I wanted was to see you scream my name. Because see, this was about MY pleasure, not yours," He said, teasing her.
She stopped, groaning in frustration when she withdrew her fingers from her pussy. He knew that since she was the one who proposed that game in the first place, she would obey. And he played it against her.
Vaughn moved to her, nuzzling her neck again and holding her wrists together behind her body again.
"You smell so good... I wonder if you taste as good as you smell."
"There's a way for you to know it, Mr Vaughn."
He chuckled, letting go of her wrists and removing his tie. She was wearing one of those beautiful black lacy bras of hers, with the front clasp, which would inevitably make it easier for him.
"Get down on your knees, miss Bristow."
"What?"
"I want you to blow me," he said, in a raspy voice.
He could see a smile sneaking at the corner of her lips as she did what he told her to. Vaughn sit on the chair, relaxing against it, watching her kneeling and supporting her elbows on his thighs.
"Now you're gonna do exactly what I tell you, do you get it?"
"Yes... sir," she said, trailing off at the 'sir' and enjoying herself with his reaction
"Now open the ziper of my pants and hold my cock, give me a hand job."
Syd did as he told her to, looking deeply into his eyes. That was the best part of doing it, the look on his face while she blew him, their never-breaking eye contact and unspoken words said between them.
She freed his cock, one of her hands holding it firmly while the other started to fondle his balls and the area just behind it. Vaughn slid down his chair, groaning, gripping the arms of the chair.
"That's good... now with your lips, wet them and suck me lightly."
She bent against him, opening her mouth to take in his tip, tasting him with her lips and swirling her tongue around him.
"Yeah, like that... now... suck me... slowly and then harder... yeah..."
Vaughn grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it tight. Usually he didn't do it because he knew she wanted to kill him whenever he pulled her hair to guide her, but right now he didn't care. And that was the point, anyway, at the moment she was supposed to do what he wanted her to. And she got that and didn't complain, she simply obliged to his will.
She let his cock out of her mouth with a pop and slid her tongue down it, following the vein, making him shudder. He was hard rock by now, pulling harder at her hair to guide her, watching her head bobbing while she licked him.
Vaughn felt the pressure building up within him but he didn't want to come right now. He took a deep breath and held her head still, pulling her up.
"Lie down," he said, looking at her.
"On the desk?" she asked, not really believing him.
"Ah, miss Bristow, will you start having problems in following my orders? I think I'll have to put it in my report. And that will cause you more penitences."
She did as he told her, pushing a few things aside and lying as much as she could on the desk. Vaughn moved around her, circling her wrists together with the tie and wrapping it to the hold (?) of the first drawer, the one he had the key of, so she wouldn't pull it and get free from her restraint. When he was done he slid his hands down both her arms until he reached her breasts, caressing them through the bra, making her sigh. He teased her, drawing an imaginary line around the hem of it, touching her breasts lightly, benting to kiss the curve of it. Moving to her belly, he spent some time lapping at her belly-button, feeling her squirm and pull against the restraints.
"Do you like it? Hum? Like this?" he asked, looking down at her.
"Yes... please, don't stop."
Vaughn kissed her a while longer, stopping to pull down her skirt and reveal her 7/8 skin-colored socks. He felt his cock painfully twitch by the sight of her, she looked so damn beautiful, lying on his desk, tied up, in her underwear and socks, still wearing her high-heeled shoes, moving restlessly, silently begging for him so touch her.
He decided he could spice it up a little bit. Vaughn remembered seeing a scarf Nadia had forgotten at the office that would come in handy right now. He searched around the place, looking for it, while Sydney watched him in confusion.
"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to rise slightly to look at him. But Vaughn didn't answer, until he found the garment, smiling with his little victory.
"Just a little something to make it all better," he said, removing her glasses and delicatadely wrapping the scarf around her head, to cover her eyes. Its fabric was very thin and smooth, delicate, and it allowed her to have an idea of what was happening, she could see his silhouette but not really see him. "You know, when you have your eyes covered, it enhances your other senses and you're able to feel pleasure more accurately."
Syd moaned, enjoying the feel of his warm wet lips against her chin, moving up her face and kissing her lips. She opened her mouth to kiss him again, enebriated by the whole situation. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him to her, to feel his erection, which she was sure had grown bigger by now, but he still had his clothes on, no sign that he would remove them any time soon.
"I love how you buckle against me when you're horny, when you desperatly want me to make you come and how you sigh, frustrated, when I stop teasing you, not giving you the pleasure you demand from me."
Vaughn kissed her belly, at the outline of her panties, feeling her quiver against him. He looked back at her, a look of abandon on her face, waiting for him to decide what to do next.
"And you're so fucking gorgeous, did you know that? I could spend the whole day here, touching you and fucking you, making you come minute after minute, trying to make you pass out from it. That would be a beautiful sight, you completely spent from a multiple orgasm I caused you, don't you think?"
"Y... yes..." she said, weakly "Please make me come, mr Vaughn."
He put his hand over her groin for a moment before pulling down her panties, exposing her to him. Sydney tensed up, moving restless, feeling his presence but not really knowing where he was. The awereness that he had such power over her brought a smug to his face, a delightful knowldge that she could be that into bondage and that she would surrender like this to him, not worrying about what he would do next. He smiled, touched by the trust she had on him.
Vaughn pulled out her panties, exposing her, the chilled air of the office brought goosebumps to her skin. He caressed her stocking-covered legs, from her thigh to her calf, pulling it up and holding it with both hands, kissing her ankle.
"You know, I find it extremely sexy a woman who wears high heels while I fuck her. And stockings. I must admit it, it's one of my fetishes, although, when it comes to you, pretty girl, everything is a fetish. You're like my most erotic dream coming alive every day," Vaughn said, leaving his character for a second and not even realizing it. His words made Sydney shudder again, aroused and touched.
"Oh, Vaughn..."
He moved to her side, feather-kissing her shoulder, her chest, tiny wet kisses all over her skin while he caressed her belly. Syd continued to squirm, desperately wanting to touch him, to get rid of the tie restraining her, her whole body now fully responding to what he was doing to her. Vaughn passed her belly-button and teased her between her legs again, enjoying the way she shuddered in response.
"You're so wet... so hot..." he said, before bending to taste her, tentatively running his tongue over her folds. Vaughn was amused by the muffled sounds she was making, trying to make coherent sentences, but failing.
Syd felt her blood rushing on fire in her body, the heat he brought to her core was fastly rushing up to her head, to her face and she thought she wouldn't be able to breathe, tugging at the tie, trying to get rid of it. She needed to hold him, to press him against her tighter, to do something, damn it. Her legs were quivering and she couldn't stop it anymore. She was so close, just another lap at her clit and...
"No, please, don't stop!" she whined when he pulled away from her, laughing.
She was already starting to complain when she felt him atop her, his weight on her taking her breath away for the second time in the shortest period of time she could remember. He was still fully dressed, his pants opened and the tip of his cock teasing her opening.
Syd gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He chuckled.
"Now don't you rush, miss Bristow. You should learn how to be more patient otherwise I'll have to punish you again and you won't come."
By now she barely remembered the game of theirs, her mind was spinning from all those sensations he had submitted her to. Vaughn pulled the clasp of her bra in one fast move, opening it and exposing her nipples to the cold air, making her groan. He took his time to fondle them, pinching her nipples and leaning to lap at them, one each time. Her reaction was to wrap her legs tighter around him.
"Now, please..." she whispered, "fuck me now."
He was amazed by his will power during this whole roleplay of theirs, but right now he couldn't take it anymore. Not when he could feel her wetness like this, her arousal more than evident. He pushed into her in one fast move, both groaning at the sensation. Vaughn took a minute to catch his breath and started moving, feeling her walls tightening around him, her whole body shuddering. He decided to remove the scarf out of her face to look at her and she immediately opened her eyes, a startled expression on her face.
"I love you," he whispered, planting a soft kiss on her lips and searching for her eyes again, her pupils dilated. Syd smiled slightly, trying to form a coherent sentence, but her orgasm hit her powerfully, she came and sank her face against his shoulder, muffling a scream and still trying to regain her breath. She felt her head spinning fast, as if everything around her was spinning along and she needed to hold on to something, but the binds holding her in place were frustrating her already.
Vaughn's hands moved to her head, removing her bangs out of her face and resting his forehed against hers, his hot breathing blowing against her face. He came against her, spilling inside her, with a loud groan, never stopping thrusting into her.
It took them both some time to become aware of their surroundings again. They were Syd and Vaughn again, spent, lying against each other.
"Thanks," he said, suddenly breaking the silence.
"For what?"
"For trusting me. That was really fun, don't you think?"
"Yeah... but you know what would be more fun? Why don't you untie me?"
He had forgotten about it and rushed to untie her, feeling extremely guilty when he realized how tight he had made the knot and that now she had red marks around her wrists. He would be deeply in trouble if Jack Bristow found out how she got those.
Vaughn pulled her wrists to his face, kissing it.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, baby."
"That's ok, really. It isn't that bad."
He kissed her again, tenderly, caressing her hair and holding her wrist on his other hand. Right now he felt a terrible wave of guilty taking over him and he wanted to hold and soothe her.
"We should be going now, why don't you get dressed?" Vaughn said and stood up, reaching out his hand to her.
"I would like immensely for Sloane to found out what we did here, on his desk."
"Don't even joke about it."
"Why not? Everyone knows we date and god knows who else saw that tape besides my dad and Kendall."
"That's an embarassing thought," he said, handing her her clothes. She dressed quickly, searching around for her glasses and smoothing her hair. When she turned, she noticed Vaughn gazing at her, leaning against the table a dumb look on his face.
"What?"
"Come here," he said, reaching out his arms for her. She accepted the offer, being enveloped by his embrace, his arms holding her tightly while he kissed her temple, moving down to her cheek, the tip of her nose her lips. Vaughn opened his mouth to kiss her, his tongue searching for hers
"So, did I get the job?" she asked, parting from him. Vaughn chuckled, holding her face in his hands, pushing her hair aside.
"Always. It's always been yours, my dear."
He kissed her again before letting go off her, reaching out for her hand. They walked to the door, leaving the office for the night.
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THE END
Authors: spy_barbie and shiparker
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Syd/Vaughn
Summary: Vaughn needs some help with paper work and Syd offers to be his secretary for a day. Inspired by the movie Secretary. Dirty talk, light bondage.
Spoiler: Anywhere in S4. I'd rather after 'Welcome to Liberty Village', when things started to get smoother between them again.
The Secretary
There was something about the dim lights of the APO office late at night that intrigued her. Sydney had finished her work for the day and right now she was waiting for Vaughn to finish his last report so they could leave the place and go to the movies spend some nice time together. It wasn't like they hadn't seen each other, no, they actually saw each every day and every day they would exchange a kiss and some sweets words or just enjoy each other's company. And lately, even, Syd had had Vaughn over at her place to spend the night. More times than she could count, actually, but she wasn't complaining. She wouldn't, not after spendig over a year crying because she couldn't be with him. Sydney didn't want to think about those dark days but sometimes she couldn't help it. The whole Lauren thing still hurt her at some level, but her heart was healing now and her relationship with Vaughn was starting to be closer to the relationship they had before. Of course things would never be the same between them, but love was there again. Thinking about all the difficulties they had as a necessary step to build a stronger relationship was conforting and the fact they had managed to find a way back was even more reassuring.
Sydney walked slowly down the white corridor, her high-heeled shoes echoeing against the tile, stopping by the door so she could see him. Vaughn had his face turned to the computer screen, typing his report, deeply concentrated in his task and with his wrinkles showing on his forehead. She smiled. He was such a beautiful sight and yet he didn't seem to realize that. She entered the room and walked to his direction.
"Why don't you finish this tomorrow? You seem tired," she said, leaning against his desk.
"A bit, but I want to finish this now, I'm almost done," He said, looking up at her.
She smiled back at him, from behind her glasses, her bangs covering part of her face. It was a never-ending task, pulling her bangs out of her eyes so it wouldn't bother her, but Vaughn seemed to like it. Frequently he used to play with her hair and he seemed to have a special attraction to that specific part. Like right now, when he held her hand, pulling her to him and kissing her palm, breathing in her scent. He reached out his other hand to touch her face and remove her hair out of her eyes.
"Just give me five minutes, will you?"
"Ok. I'll make some coffee, do you want it too?"
"Yeah, please."
He watched as she walked, fastly, away from him. He got lost in the sight of her for a second, she looked so pretty in black that it broke his concentration for a second, her high heels matching in color her not so long skirt, enveloping her muscled thighs. Maybe he should just give up the damn report and take her out of that place.
Vaughn still was lost in thoughts when she returned, carrying a tray with two cups of coffee on it. She grinned, amused by his lost expression, almost pleased. Obvisouly he wasn't thinking about his report anymore.
"What goes on in that mind of yours?" she asked, teasing him. Vaughn seemed to get out of his torpor and looked back at her. By the look on his face she could tell he was thinking about her.
"I was... you know, you should wear skirts more often."
Syd laughed and poured some sugar in his coffee, mixing it.
"And since when you are the fashion expert?"
She accidentaly left the spoon drop to the floor and leaned to get it, turning her back to him and giving him an excellent sight. Vaughn sighed loudly, leaning back against his chair. When she heard it, Sydney turned slightly to look at him and then she realized what he was sighing about. It was too late and he was tired, maybe it was time for him to have a little help. And some fun too, why not?
"You know, maybe you should hire a secretary..." she said, in a playfull voice.
"But it's too hard finding one with the recquired skills... I miss back at the CIA office, when our secretaries were good at everything, from making coffee to computer skills."
"You could hire someone temporarily. I say, for a week, just to help you out."
"Do you know anyone with good references?"
"Well, I don't want to brag, but I'm pretty good at typing and I'm sure you'll find my coffee good too," she said with a hint of laughter in her voice. Vaughn's eyes narrowed when he got what she had in mind. So, it would be the boss-secretary thing tonight, uh?
"Will you be my secretary, miss Bristow? Because I have to say, I am a pretty demanding boss"
"I will be your secretary. You know me, I love a challenge and a demanding boss definitelly sounds like a big one"
"And are you good in following orders?"
"Oh, yes. You'll find I out I'm really good in following orders."
Sydney moved closer to him, sitting on the edge of the desk, her hand now moving closer to his. From where he was, he could feel her feet brushing lightly against his shin, teasing him. And she looked so serious and professional with those glasses he had to supress the urge of pulling her tightly against him and kiss her right away.
"Ok, miss Bristow, let's see, then. Here I have some notes I didn't have time to type, but I need them in less than two minutes. Can you do it?"
"Sure."
Vaughn stood up, standing close to Syd, their faces inches from each other. He could actually feel her scent, her warm breathing against his own face. It took him a great amount of will-power to not kiss her right there and continue the game.
Sydney, on the other hand, could feel her insides turning into fire when he stood close, not touching her. There was this fire in his eyes that she wasn't sure if it was intentional or something that he couldn't hide from her, but he was obviously in game with her.
"Now go type this and come back when you're done, please, miss Bristow."
"Ok," she said, walking away. She chose one of the computers in the room across his, so he could see her. In fact, everywhere they were in that weird APO office, they could see each other. And, even though most of the lights were out, they could perfectly see each other's silhouette.
She was typing fast, not really caring to what she was writing and completely aware of Vaughn's stare. In fact, he was trying to pretend he was deeply concentrated on his own computer, stealing an occasional glance at her.
By the time she was done, she printed the text and walked back to him, reaching out her hand for him to take it.
"Very good, your typing speed is great. I think you have potential, miss Bristow," he said, looking at her from up to down. She smiled sweetly at him. "But there is a problem. You've made a few typing mistakes, that's something I can let happen."
"Did I? Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, mr Vaughn, I didn't realize that!"
Vaughn put the paper over his desk and stood up, walking towards her. And once again there were inches from each other, yet not touchoing, but feeling each other's breath and heat. Syd felt a heat spreading all over her body, her arousal increasing and becoming sorta evident to him. By now, Vaughn was more than aware of what turned her on and he had noticed that every time they would start one of these role play games of theirs she would get into character and enjoy it even more than the usual. In the course of the years, she got used to wear aliases which pretty much made her a professional in the art of playing different parts. But missions weren't enough pleaseant so it was sort of a nice change to use her skills to something both enjoyed very much.
He smiled when he looked at her, her rosy cheeks betraying her. Syd was breathing hard, trying not to show it to him.
"You see, I didn't want to, but now I'll have to punish you. I can't just let you get away with these mistakes."
"But, mr Vaughn, it wasn't on purpose! I didn't mean to..."
"Well, maybe next time you'll pay more attention to what you're doing. Now, would you please take a look at the paper you've just printed?"
Syd leaned slightly against the table.
"No, miss Bristow, closer," he said, in a tone of the one who's losing his patience. She leaned a bit more so now her face was closer to the paper, using her arms for support. Vaughn walked behind her, his hands in his pocket, letting his acts linger on her a bit more. He knew she was almost bursting of antecipation from what he was going to do next.
"Can you perfectly see your mistakes now?"
"This looks perfect to me." She said, in a steady voice.
Vaughn clicked his tongue, leaning, pushing his body against her. She shivered slightly from the contact, watching him by the corner of her eyes. He reached out his arm to grab a red pen, brushing against her breasts while doing so.
"Look at this, miss Bristow, this is so evident it strikes me you not realizing it," he said, circling the few errors of typing.
"Oh, right. Now I see it."she said.
"Yeah. And you see, miss Bristow, I can let you get away, I must punish you. Do you think you should be punished?"
"Yeah, I've made a mistake, you must punish me for it, sir."
Vaughn stood still again, behind her. Syd still was in her previous position, just waiting to see what he was going to do next. She couldn't hide anymore the smirk that started to appear on her face, specially when he put his hand on her right hip, massaging her.
"Will you please read what's written there?"
"Sure. 'Dear mr Sloane, I'm here to tell you about the pugnacious nature of this job you design your agents to. I herebye inform you..."
Vaughn interrupted her by slapping her ass, noisily. It wasn't hard, but hard enough to make her stop and look at him.
"Is that how you spell hereby?"he asked dryly, a stern look on his face.
Syd stared at him for a second, agape, completely taken by surprise. What the hell?
"Ermm... no. But why did you..."
"So, there's the first mistake. Continue reading."
She turned to the paper, returning to her previous position. "...that unless you start to act like a decent man, I'm going to reportedly you to..."
He slapped her again, harder this time, making her yelp. She let out a moan, somewhat pleased.
"... your superiors at Langley and I'm sure they will not be hapy to know..."
He slapped her one more time, harder. She panted when he did that and Vaughn, noticing the effect he had on her, stepped closer so she could feel his growing erection, making her gasp one more time.
"I.. I didn't know spelling could be... that... hard."
For a second he laughed, amused by her reactions, but it was just enought time for him to regain his concentration.
"This is unacceptable, miss Bristow. Completely unacceptable. How do you expect me to give you any benefit if you keep making such silly mistakes?"
"I'm sorry, mr Vaughn, would you give me another chance?"
"Let's finish this letter first"
He rested his hand on her ass cheek, the same he just slapped, kneading it. Vaughn felt her relaxing against him as he did so, muffling another moan. He couldn't help a smile and continue to knead her, his fingers spreading over her ass and between her ass cheeks.
"...about your weird beravior..."
He immediately stopped his exploration to slap her one more time, harder than the previous one. Sydney moaned louder.
"Honestly, after this last one I'll definetely have to cut out your benefits."
"Oh, no, mr Vaughn! Please don't do it!" she said, standing up again, turning to face him. "I'm fully aware of my mistakes and I promise such thing will never happen again, at least not while I work here for you," she said, looking at him, a shy smile on her lips. "I take great pleasure in working for you, in serving you..."
"You do?"
"Yeah... and, although this might sound completely off-limits... I'm rather fond of you, sir."
Vaughn put out his 'cat who ate the canary' smile when he heard that. Damn, the woman was good! She was turning the table to her side within seconds.
"Well, that statement surely increases your chances of getting a promotion, miss Bristow. And your benefits."
"Could you show me what my benefits will be?"
"Well," he said, stepping even closer to her "When you spend the whole day typing you must be sure your back won't be injured." He said, putting his hand on her back, massaging her slowly and pressing her body to his. "so your medical insurance offers you a whole check-up with the best professionals around."
Syd held his shoulders for support, now incapable of hiding the smile.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. And you'll also get a free dental treatment. Did you have your mouth checked out lately?"
"Well... I don't think it was checked by such a capable professional. How's that treatment?"
"It's a new investigative technique, developed by our experts," Vaughn said, caressing her back, his other hand now sliding up her arm to reach her neck and face "I could show how it's done but you must assure me that it won't leave this office."
"I assure you, mr Vaughn."
Vaughn smiled sweetly at her before pulling her into a kiss, taking her by surprise. Sydney closed her eyes and pulled her arms around his neck, opening her mouth to fully kiss him now. Within seconds Vaughn already is enveloped in her scent and her warmth, breathing hard and feeling his cock twitch in arousal, drinking in her taste.
He pushed her away, trying to control himself. It wasn't time to ruin the game yet.
"Is that all Mr Vaughn? Or you want me to do some extra work today? Because, you know, I have a pretty flexible... schedule," Sydney couldn't help but smile at him when she delivered such a cliche line.
She was aware that the smile she was gaving him now was very different from the smile she gave to friends or the smile that always crept on her face when Vaughn did something romantic. Yes, it was all about sex and she was teasing him, using her sexuality full force, but yet she knew he couldn't resist her when she acted like that and for a brief moment, she realized how much she missed those moments when she was trully happy, without worries, doubts or the feeling of betrayal surrounding her. Their little game, that particular moment, was all about fun and she had to admit she was not only having it, but she was loving it very much and she would probably do it again. Maybe Vaughn could return her favor and be her handyman, she thought and fought the urge to giggle.
Vaughn stopped for a minute when he finally heard what he was waiting for. That was the cue he wanted to explore an idea he had when she started the whole secretary thing.
"No thanks, I think we are done for today Miss Bristow. You seem pretty tired, why don't you go home and get some rest? Tomorrow we can talk about your promotion... but I have to say, everything you did today pretty much guarantee you a really good evaluation," he replied.
Her smile suddenly died.
"Are you sure Mr. Vaughn?" She asked, trying not to sound too much disappointed. Sydney frowned, trying to read his expression, searching for signs that he was only teasing her. But Vaughn's expression was blank. He was serious and quickly she got really confused. What the hell was going on there? Did he get tired of her role play?
"Because you still have work to do. What kind of secretary leaves before the boss? I don't think it's very professional of me to do that," she replied.
"You already did your job Miss Bristow. I don't want to hear from the people here at the office that I treat my subordinates like slaves," Vaughn said, trying to hide his amusement. He wasn't a cruel person, specially with Sydney, but that was part of his act.
"Oh, I won't complain Mr. Vaughn, I find this job very... very estimulating. It's exciting to be the secretary of a man who knows how to use a gun... So I've heard, anyway," she said using her best seducing tone. Sydney bent a little bit, revealing her cleavage.
"Oh really? So, my reputation in handling a gun precedes me?" Vaughn questioned her, using some sort of reprehensible tone. The game was about to get a little hotter here. "Because basically this is the first time I see you, so how do you know about my skills? Were you checking out my file, Miss Bristow?"
She smiled, that was the encouragement she needed to continue to play the role of the efficient secretary.
"Maybe a little, a girl must protect herself from all the bad bosses in the world, you know. Sexual harassment is a new trend in the work environment and I am just an innocent woman."
"I don't believe you are such an innocent girl, Miss Bristow. In fact, the moment you walked in here with this short skirt, teasing me with this sway of your hips I concluded you were bad news. But you're lucky, I've met women like you, and I already taught them a lesson. Do you wanna know the first thing they learned? You can't sleep after midnight, it compromises your working hours and makes me really mad. You don't wanna upset me right? So I suggest you do the same as my previous secretaries used to do and go to bed".
Then he turned and not even looked at her again.
"Okay, you are the boss after all," she said, a little bit confused. She didn't knew exactly what the hell was happening, but she wasn't going to be the one who would ruin the entire role play. If there was one at this point. She was his subordinate, he was her boss, she was suppose to obey him. So she would.
"Oh, Miss Bristow, I almost forgot. There is another thing I want from you," he said, his naughty smile appearing once again and making her smile in the process. He almost got her fooled. The game wasn't over after all.
"Yes, Mr. Vaughn. How can I help you?" she said.
"Come here and sit close to me, I need you to perform a little test for me" .
She pulled a chair that was close to his desk but before she could sit he reached out his hand to hold her arm, stopping her.
"No, no Miss Bristow, what kind of secretary are you?" He said using a reprehensive tone once again "Come here and sit on my table, next to me, this test must be performed in a specific position".
She did as he told her, chuckling a little bit. Sydney was curious to know what he had in mind.
"Do I need to bend again Mr. Vaughn?" She said, the excitment in her voice was evident "I may sound a little bit bold right now, and even unfair to you since you seem to be a man who takes his job seriously and does whatever is needed to make sure your employees give their best at work. But was the whole punishment thing just an unsual sort of criticism or an excuse to grope my ass?".
"I believe you learned your lesson Miss Bristow, which I did in a very professional way, I guarantee you. You will never forget how to spell those words again," he replied.
She sit on his desk and crossed her legs, making sure he would still see the curve of her breasts while he was performing his "test".
"Let me explain why I am doing this test, Miss Bristow. It seems the agency is really preoccupied with security of our working place. I call it just paranoia, after all, we are a freaking underground organization! But Arvin Sloane want us to make sure every single employee we hire is capable to remain steady in a stressful situation. Because, you know, maybe some day you may have to hold a gun in your hands" .
"I know how to hold a gun Mr. Vaughn. Actually, not only I know how to hold it, but I know how to handle it and make it work properly, ready to shoot... I can do it," she replied, not knowing if he got the inside joke.
"You cannot peform this test with your legs crossed Miss Bristow. Otherwise it won't be so effective. Now, grab your pen and a notepad please," he demanded, sounding like a professional. She didn't know what he was going to do, but it sounded promising. Sydney uncrossed her legs and grabbed a pen just like Vaughn told her to do.
Vaughn put his hand on her thigh, keading it lightly, in a way he knew she liked it, his soft hands teasing her carefully. But, God, how she wished he was straightfoward right now. She started to feel aroused, the familiar warmth spreading over her body and her cheeks became rosier, the feeling intensifying as he slid his hand up her thigh. Suddenly her concetration and ability to write anything became weakened. Smart test, she thought, but the agency probably wouldn't aprove.
"Write it down Miss Bristow," Vaughn said, the story already in his mind "Because these are important things to know if you're going to be my secretary."
"O-okay," her voice trailed a little bit, her hands were shaking slightly as he intensified the contact, pressing his hand against her.
"I will rip off your blouse Miss Bristow, not caring how much it coasted you and not only will you accept I ruined your favourite blouse, but you will enjoy it. Because I am your boss and I want you to do this with no complaints"
She started to breath hard and found herself unable to write a single word. Damn it, she would fail, she thought. But she was enjoying the whole situation very much.
"And you know why? Because since the moment I first laid my eyes on you I wanted to fuck you, to push you against this table and rake up your skirt and make you come, screaming my name."
She looked at him completely astonished by his words. And the way he said that, the calm tone of his voice and the steady grip on her started to drive her insane. He moved his hands downwards her thigh until he reached the hem of her shirt, sliding down it, touching her skin lightly and slowly, making her open her legs uncounsciously.
"I know you want it too, don't you? Because you came here today not to be the secretary of the year, but because you wanted to fuck me. You knew everything about me Miss Bristow, you knew exactly how I handle things and you like it. You were already interested in me and you secretly hoped I would sexually harass you so you wore your best underwear just in case I wanted to play your game," he said, his fingers making contact with her panties, feeling the fabric and confirming she was wearing the best pair of underwear, indeed."
Syd moaned, feeling his fingers pressing against her core.
"It amazes me how wet you already are, miss Bristow, " he said, pulling her panties aside to touch her, making her shudder immediately, opening her legs farther to give him more room to tease her. Syd closed her eyes and let her head fall behind, gripping the edge of the desk to give her balance.
"Can I add you have a nice pair of tits? It is the perfect size, I can bet it fits perfectly in my hand," he said, feeling an erection just coming into scene " When I open your bra there it is, your breasts so perfect and all I want to do is to put it in my mouth, suck your nipples, bite them. But before I do it, I want to squeeze them and make you moan just like you are moaning right now. I suck your nipple at first, as hard as I can because I want to hear you saying my name and beg me to fuck you... which I don't, I have systematic plans. I want to circle your nipples with my tongue, biting them and when I do this, you become even more aroused."
And while he said those things to her he kept teasing her folds, spreading her wetness against and around her clit, making her buckle and whimper against him. He must have to admit it was a beautiful sound and a beautiful sight, the way her face contorted in that exquisite pleasure. Syd held his forearm, making him speed up his movements. She knew that if he kept going she would come soon.
"How would you fuck me, Mr Vaughn?" She asked, her voice raspy, already giving up on any attempt of taking notes. She wanted to be punished, damn it.
"Just wait and you'll see..." He said "And try to take notes Miss Bristow, we may need it later..." Vaughn stood up so he was closer to her, his mouth against her temple "So, I was stroking your breasts making you wetter than you already was, but I am no longer patient and I capture one of you nipples in my mouth. You like it when I do it, don't you?"
Oh God, that was true, she loved when he did that, she thought, still holding his forearm Vaughn was a sick bastard for teasing her like that. It was almost like a mental torture.
"Then my hand start to look for the places you want to be touched. I analyse you and I discover tiny spots that drive you crazy. See, I already know how you react when you are aroused. Like this spot right here, behind your clit."
He did as he told her so, eliciting a muffled whimper from her. He knew that if he stroked her a bit longer there she would come, which he wasn't interested in doing right now. Vaughn stopped, making her moan, frustrated. Oh, God if he plays the cold/hot game once again she would kill him.
"But I have to say, Mr Vaughn, I enjoyed the little description you gave me. It was really... accurate."
"Yeah, I guess," He shrugged, looking at her with a smile on his face "But not only it was creative, it's a new kind of trial test, you know, so I am still working on a few details like the part where I use my tie to blindfold you and we do it on the copy machine. Okay Miss Bristow, do you want to see if you'll pass the test?"
What? Blindfolds? She opened her mouth to answer him, amused, but he pretended to ignore her and took her notepad from her hand.
"I am afraid my handwriting is not good and I probably forgot a few details of your story, I kind of got myself lost when you told me... those descriptive details. But, please, Mr. Vaughn, you said yourself the test was crap. What can I do to convice you I am the right person for the job?"
Vaughn clicked his tongue again, looking at the notepad.
"And you didn't even write what you were supposed to write! Now, miss Bristow, I'll have to punish you again."
"Will you?"
"Yeah."
"How's that?"
"Well," he said, his hands moving to play with the hem of her blouse "I think you'll have to lose this beautiful blouse of yours, which is a pity."
"Hey, don't you dare..." she started to warn him but it was too late, he had ripped her blouse and threw it aside in a fast move. Sydney looked at him dumbfounded. "I really liked that blouse, damn it!"
"What? Did I hear you swearing? You can't swear at my office!" he said, stepping closer and holding her wrists behind her body. Syd smiled wickedly, seriously enjoying this new game of his. And his grasp on her wrists wasn't even that stronger, he knew that she could get rid of it as soon as she wanted to, which caused this little game so exciting.
And now he was silent for a moment, looking into her eyes, as if daring her to turn the table and dominate him, but she kept in position, waiting to hear his command. Vaughn nuzzled her neck, the spot behind her ear, making her shudder, taking her ear into his mouth. His other hand was now playing on her belly, caressing her soft skin near the hem of her skirt.
Vaughn released Syd's hands when an interesting idea was forming in his mind. If he knew Syd well, she would love that game, hell he would love that too. Vaughn wanted to see Sydney in all her glory, when her body was squirming in pleasure. In a moment where he always could notice small, but significative, changes in her. Yes, he wanted to see all the reactions of her entire body when she was close to have an orgasm.
The thought that he would be the cause of it was pretty powerfull, he had to admit it. Because he knew that, even now when he would be just a passive figure on the act, he was still a reason for her to come. He would demand her to come and she would obey, he thought, smiling devilishly at her. He grabbed her right hand, interlocking his fingers with hers, the palm of his hand making contact with the back of hers.
"I want you to do something for me Miss Bristow. Think of it as a little game" His other hand was now on her hair, pushing her head towards him, a little bit forcefully "I must tell you, if you fail again, you are going to be punished really hard. I don't like stupid whores who bore me to death with shallow conversations. Got it?".
His tone was rispid and she had to admit, it turned her on even more. Should her fail the test? Oh, she wanted to be punished, but maybe her reward would be even better.
* * *
"Yes Mr. Vaughn," Sydney replied.
He released his hand from her hair and smiled, looking at her seductively. Vaughn brought her right hand to his mouth and sucked her indicador and middle fingers.
"Mr. Vaughn, I don't know if I am right...but I'm..." She teased him. She knew what she have to do. The gesture was typical of Vaughn when they were in bed.
"No buts Miss Bristow. Do you really want this job? So you will have to do what I say, when I say. Because I am your fucking supervisor and you are bellow me on the chain of command. So I demand now: you will put your fucking fingers inside your pussy and you fuck yourself and come for me . Because believe me, you are going to do it thinking about it, of how it is to be fucked by me."
Still holding her hand, he made her touch her own tigh, tracing a way to her pussy. Sydney shivered at the sensation of her soft palm close so to her cunt. Without mercy or preparation he introduced her finger inside her, making her touch her clit. Sydney gasped when she made the contact with her swollen spot and part of her enjoyed it even more because he was the one who guided her. He rubbed his fingers against her a few times, feeling how wet she was.
"Now that I showed you how to do it, Miss Bristow, you can continue on your own. You are not going to upset me... right?"
"Ri-ight" - Sydney said, making an extra effort to speak. Her voice failed a little bit, while she was rubbing her fingers faster and harder.
"Slow down Miss Bristow. Otherwise, you will come before I sit on my chair," He said, while he was adjusting his chair to have the best view of her.
She spread her legs even more now facilitating the contact, her eyes starting to close when she realized her body started to get more and more aroused . She wanted to go faster and she knew he was aware of that fact. But Vaughn was a sadistic and voyeuristic bastard.
"Look at me Miss Bristow. I said, I wanted to see you come and I wanted to see. If you shut your eyes once again, you will feel the full force of my rage," He said ruskly.
That was harsh, Sydney thought, excited. She stared at him and the vision of his excitment was even more estimulating. She started to feel she was geting closer to come as her body shivered and squirmed in pelasure.
But he also knew it.
"Now go faster Miss Bristow, I am getting bored," He demanded.
Sydney smiled and increased the rythym, her fingers doing small circles in the sensitive area. Now she was getting there closer and closer, it was only a matter of instants...
"Oh, Mr. Vaughn...." She screamed.Now it was matter of seconds and...
"Okay miss Bristow, stop it. I already saw what I wanted to see," He demanded.
What? Sydney thought. No fucking way. Vaughn was a sick bastard.
"You do what I said and you will have a bonus Miss Bristow. I am not going to repeat again. All I wanted was to see you scream my name. Because see, this was about MY pleasure, not yours," He said, teasing her.
She stopped, groaning in frustration when she withdrew her fingers from her pussy. He knew that since she was the one who proposed that game in the first place, she would obey. And he played it against her.
Vaughn moved to her, nuzzling her neck again and holding her wrists together behind her body again.
"You smell so good... I wonder if you taste as good as you smell."
"There's a way for you to know it, Mr Vaughn."
He chuckled, letting go of her wrists and removing his tie. She was wearing one of those beautiful black lacy bras of hers, with the front clasp, which would inevitably make it easier for him.
"Get down on your knees, miss Bristow."
"What?"
"I want you to blow me," he said, in a raspy voice.
He could see a smile sneaking at the corner of her lips as she did what he told her to. Vaughn sit on the chair, relaxing against it, watching her kneeling and supporting her elbows on his thighs.
"Now you're gonna do exactly what I tell you, do you get it?"
"Yes... sir," she said, trailing off at the 'sir' and enjoying herself with his reaction
"Now open the ziper of my pants and hold my cock, give me a hand job."
Syd did as he told her to, looking deeply into his eyes. That was the best part of doing it, the look on his face while she blew him, their never-breaking eye contact and unspoken words said between them.
She freed his cock, one of her hands holding it firmly while the other started to fondle his balls and the area just behind it. Vaughn slid down his chair, groaning, gripping the arms of the chair.
"That's good... now with your lips, wet them and suck me lightly."
She bent against him, opening her mouth to take in his tip, tasting him with her lips and swirling her tongue around him.
"Yeah, like that... now... suck me... slowly and then harder... yeah..."
Vaughn grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it tight. Usually he didn't do it because he knew she wanted to kill him whenever he pulled her hair to guide her, but right now he didn't care. And that was the point, anyway, at the moment she was supposed to do what he wanted her to. And she got that and didn't complain, she simply obliged to his will.
She let his cock out of her mouth with a pop and slid her tongue down it, following the vein, making him shudder. He was hard rock by now, pulling harder at her hair to guide her, watching her head bobbing while she licked him.
Vaughn felt the pressure building up within him but he didn't want to come right now. He took a deep breath and held her head still, pulling her up.
"Lie down," he said, looking at her.
"On the desk?" she asked, not really believing him.
"Ah, miss Bristow, will you start having problems in following my orders? I think I'll have to put it in my report. And that will cause you more penitences."
She did as he told her, pushing a few things aside and lying as much as she could on the desk. Vaughn moved around her, circling her wrists together with the tie and wrapping it to the hold (?) of the first drawer, the one he had the key of, so she wouldn't pull it and get free from her restraint. When he was done he slid his hands down both her arms until he reached her breasts, caressing them through the bra, making her sigh. He teased her, drawing an imaginary line around the hem of it, touching her breasts lightly, benting to kiss the curve of it. Moving to her belly, he spent some time lapping at her belly-button, feeling her squirm and pull against the restraints.
"Do you like it? Hum? Like this?" he asked, looking down at her.
"Yes... please, don't stop."
Vaughn kissed her a while longer, stopping to pull down her skirt and reveal her 7/8 skin-colored socks. He felt his cock painfully twitch by the sight of her, she looked so damn beautiful, lying on his desk, tied up, in her underwear and socks, still wearing her high-heeled shoes, moving restlessly, silently begging for him so touch her.
He decided he could spice it up a little bit. Vaughn remembered seeing a scarf Nadia had forgotten at the office that would come in handy right now. He searched around the place, looking for it, while Sydney watched him in confusion.
"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to rise slightly to look at him. But Vaughn didn't answer, until he found the garment, smiling with his little victory.
"Just a little something to make it all better," he said, removing her glasses and delicatadely wrapping the scarf around her head, to cover her eyes. Its fabric was very thin and smooth, delicate, and it allowed her to have an idea of what was happening, she could see his silhouette but not really see him. "You know, when you have your eyes covered, it enhances your other senses and you're able to feel pleasure more accurately."
Syd moaned, enjoying the feel of his warm wet lips against her chin, moving up her face and kissing her lips. She opened her mouth to kiss him again, enebriated by the whole situation. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him to her, to feel his erection, which she was sure had grown bigger by now, but he still had his clothes on, no sign that he would remove them any time soon.
"I love how you buckle against me when you're horny, when you desperatly want me to make you come and how you sigh, frustrated, when I stop teasing you, not giving you the pleasure you demand from me."
Vaughn kissed her belly, at the outline of her panties, feeling her quiver against him. He looked back at her, a look of abandon on her face, waiting for him to decide what to do next.
"And you're so fucking gorgeous, did you know that? I could spend the whole day here, touching you and fucking you, making you come minute after minute, trying to make you pass out from it. That would be a beautiful sight, you completely spent from a multiple orgasm I caused you, don't you think?"
"Y... yes..." she said, weakly "Please make me come, mr Vaughn."
He put his hand over her groin for a moment before pulling down her panties, exposing her to him. Sydney tensed up, moving restless, feeling his presence but not really knowing where he was. The awereness that he had such power over her brought a smug to his face, a delightful knowldge that she could be that into bondage and that she would surrender like this to him, not worrying about what he would do next. He smiled, touched by the trust she had on him.
Vaughn pulled out her panties, exposing her, the chilled air of the office brought goosebumps to her skin. He caressed her stocking-covered legs, from her thigh to her calf, pulling it up and holding it with both hands, kissing her ankle.
"You know, I find it extremely sexy a woman who wears high heels while I fuck her. And stockings. I must admit it, it's one of my fetishes, although, when it comes to you, pretty girl, everything is a fetish. You're like my most erotic dream coming alive every day," Vaughn said, leaving his character for a second and not even realizing it. His words made Sydney shudder again, aroused and touched.
"Oh, Vaughn..."
He moved to her side, feather-kissing her shoulder, her chest, tiny wet kisses all over her skin while he caressed her belly. Syd continued to squirm, desperately wanting to touch him, to get rid of the tie restraining her, her whole body now fully responding to what he was doing to her. Vaughn passed her belly-button and teased her between her legs again, enjoying the way she shuddered in response.
"You're so wet... so hot..." he said, before bending to taste her, tentatively running his tongue over her folds. Vaughn was amused by the muffled sounds she was making, trying to make coherent sentences, but failing.
Syd felt her blood rushing on fire in her body, the heat he brought to her core was fastly rushing up to her head, to her face and she thought she wouldn't be able to breathe, tugging at the tie, trying to get rid of it. She needed to hold him, to press him against her tighter, to do something, damn it. Her legs were quivering and she couldn't stop it anymore. She was so close, just another lap at her clit and...
"No, please, don't stop!" she whined when he pulled away from her, laughing.
She was already starting to complain when she felt him atop her, his weight on her taking her breath away for the second time in the shortest period of time she could remember. He was still fully dressed, his pants opened and the tip of his cock teasing her opening.
Syd gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He chuckled.
"Now don't you rush, miss Bristow. You should learn how to be more patient otherwise I'll have to punish you again and you won't come."
By now she barely remembered the game of theirs, her mind was spinning from all those sensations he had submitted her to. Vaughn pulled the clasp of her bra in one fast move, opening it and exposing her nipples to the cold air, making her groan. He took his time to fondle them, pinching her nipples and leaning to lap at them, one each time. Her reaction was to wrap her legs tighter around him.
"Now, please..." she whispered, "fuck me now."
He was amazed by his will power during this whole roleplay of theirs, but right now he couldn't take it anymore. Not when he could feel her wetness like this, her arousal more than evident. He pushed into her in one fast move, both groaning at the sensation. Vaughn took a minute to catch his breath and started moving, feeling her walls tightening around him, her whole body shuddering. He decided to remove the scarf out of her face to look at her and she immediately opened her eyes, a startled expression on her face.
"I love you," he whispered, planting a soft kiss on her lips and searching for her eyes again, her pupils dilated. Syd smiled slightly, trying to form a coherent sentence, but her orgasm hit her powerfully, she came and sank her face against his shoulder, muffling a scream and still trying to regain her breath. She felt her head spinning fast, as if everything around her was spinning along and she needed to hold on to something, but the binds holding her in place were frustrating her already.
Vaughn's hands moved to her head, removing her bangs out of her face and resting his forehed against hers, his hot breathing blowing against her face. He came against her, spilling inside her, with a loud groan, never stopping thrusting into her.
It took them both some time to become aware of their surroundings again. They were Syd and Vaughn again, spent, lying against each other.
"Thanks," he said, suddenly breaking the silence.
"For what?"
"For trusting me. That was really fun, don't you think?"
"Yeah... but you know what would be more fun? Why don't you untie me?"
He had forgotten about it and rushed to untie her, feeling extremely guilty when he realized how tight he had made the knot and that now she had red marks around her wrists. He would be deeply in trouble if Jack Bristow found out how she got those.
Vaughn pulled her wrists to his face, kissing it.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, baby."
"That's ok, really. It isn't that bad."
He kissed her again, tenderly, caressing her hair and holding her wrist on his other hand. Right now he felt a terrible wave of guilty taking over him and he wanted to hold and soothe her.
"We should be going now, why don't you get dressed?" Vaughn said and stood up, reaching out his hand to her.
"I would like immensely for Sloane to found out what we did here, on his desk."
"Don't even joke about it."
"Why not? Everyone knows we date and god knows who else saw that tape besides my dad and Kendall."
"That's an embarassing thought," he said, handing her her clothes. She dressed quickly, searching around for her glasses and smoothing her hair. When she turned, she noticed Vaughn gazing at her, leaning against the table a dumb look on his face.
"What?"
"Come here," he said, reaching out his arms for her. She accepted the offer, being enveloped by his embrace, his arms holding her tightly while he kissed her temple, moving down to her cheek, the tip of her nose her lips. Vaughn opened his mouth to kiss her, his tongue searching for hers
"So, did I get the job?" she asked, parting from him. Vaughn chuckled, holding her face in his hands, pushing her hair aside.
"Always. It's always been yours, my dear."
He kissed her again before letting go off her, reaching out for her hand. They walked to the door, leaving the office for the night.
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THE END