Raiva’s face was flushed as he closed the distance between them before she could react. His body towered over her, the closeness causing the gentle scent of him to reach her. He smelled like mint and something that reminded her of fresh, clean linen, hanging in the summer breeze. Heat welled up in her stomach, and she made up her mind.

Fuck it.

His face hovered just before hers, waiting to see if she was going to reject him or not. When she instead countered his gaze with a gentle smile, lifting her chin to better level with him, he moved his hand to the back of her head, holding her steady.

Contrary to her expectations however, he moved his head lower, kissing her in the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her body. She drew air in, in a barely audible gasp. He continued up her neck, simultaneously reaching out an arm to close the curtains over the window directly beside them.

The curtain ring flew to the side, blocking some of the daylight, tinting the room a soft yellow from its fabrics.

Her breath came out almost stutteringly as he reached her ear. He began kissing it, and she shuddered when she could her his breath this low and close. She reached out to steady herself on his arm.

He nibbled on her earlobe with his lips, causing a gasp to escape her. She could hear him chuckle in a low voice, directly in her ear, and she dug her fingers into him, trying not to reel back from the sensation.

Then, he ran his tongue lightly up her ear, taking her by surprise.

“Ah!”

She covered her mouth at her sudden exclamation.

As he drew his head back a bit to look into her eyes, she saw that her reactiveness excited him and his eyes glistened at her, like a cat having found a new plaything.

Once again, he drew his face close to hers, hovering his lips just before hers, and they could feel each other’s breath, hers stocky and rushed, his calm and unchanged. His head tilted to his right, causing her to instinctively tilt hers to her own right, and she half-closed her eyes, touching his lips with hers.

But only for half a moment, as he almost immediately pulled away, gazing at her with a teasing grin.

Instead he grabbed her hands and pulled her out of her seat and in the same motion picked her up, so that her body was held snuggly against him, with her head above his.

“What-“

She was cut off before she could get more out and was put on the short end of the desk, the one facing the window, rather than the door, and he leaned in, their heads now level, as he gently kissed her on the forehead.

Raiva had rarely felt so confused while in what she though to be the middle of a tryst, when he quickly ducked, and she felt his hands on her legs.

Oh lords, is he-

He was, and soon was caressing and kissing his way up her ankles, calves, knees and thighs under her skirt.

Already, he had made her all twitchy as she sat there, on her desk, one hand on the edge to support her, the other on her mouth to suppress her yelps and moans and sighs as he seemingly hit every sensitive spot she had.

When he passed her knees and hit spot after spot after spot, she was nearly tearing up from the feeling of anticipation, eyebrows turned upwards and her breathing become unsteady. She was starting to feel lightheaded, but quickly tensed up when he reached her upper thighs.

The outline of his head under the fabric of her skirt was getting closer and closer, when she was surprised yet again, this time by the feeling of smooth fabric on her skin.

He was tying the ribbon onto her thigh.

That hellion.

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As though he could read her thoughts, a gentle laughter sounded from her skirt, and the vibrations and feeling of his breath against her skin gave her another sharp sensation, prompting her the jokingly close her legs against the sides of his head.

In response, he firmly took hold of her legs with his hands and accelerated his advance. Immediately after, he spread her further, almost causing her to lose balance, and she felt his tongue licking the uppermost of her inner thighs. Struggling to hold her voice back, she moaned unintentionally loudly, very nearly making her decide to abandon this whole scenario.

“Maybe it would be better if-“

Before she could finish, his lips were on her, doing a gentle sucking motion.

“Fuck,” escaped her before she could cover her mouth again, trying to keep her moans to a reasonable sound level.

It simply felt too good, in a way she couldn’t even begin to describe. A strange sensation, both intense, and strange, traveling all over her body, somehow surprising her every time he repeated it. The heat in her was in swirls, building up far too fast, and without getting a chance to sort herself out further she climaxed, shakily tensing her legs and arching her back from the rush.

As she sighed, he paused, but not for long.

Once again, he began sucking, this time delicately and deliberately slowly licking her clitoris in between each one, and her brain fog returned as she struggled to keep her voice down.

Whenever she started getting close, he would slow down, and when she was ebbing out, he accelerated. This continued for a while, and she became frustrated.

“Stop that,” she whispered desperately, her body on fire.

He pressed his finger against her, very slightly moving back, eliciting a low yelp from her.

“Are you sure?” he asked muffled from underneath her skirt when a knock sounded on the door.

Raiva threw her head around, and before she could calm herself and respond, Shelly entered.

“Shelly!” she greeted her, her voice slightly too shrill.

“Oh, my goodness, my lady, I didn’t know you were in here! I didn’t hear you answer,” she was clearly taken aback, having entered without permission, through a closed door at that. She had clearly not noticed Victor under Raiva’s skirt. “Are you alright, my lady? You look a bit flushed, should I open the window-“

“No!” Raiva interjected, trying not to react to Victor, currently licking her very slowly and intensely. “No, I, uh, I’m fine, just taking a moment in the-“

She squeezed her legs in an attempt to make him stop, but his strong grip around them prevented her from moving them at all.

“Hm, uh, the dark. Yes. Would you, uh, ah, leave, please? I just need an hour or so a- ah- alone, I’ll be right out for l- lunch.”

“Is it the migraine, my lady?” Shelly asked in horror, noticing something was very off, but her conclusion was, thankfully for Raiva, quite off.

“Y-yes. Please?”

“Of course, my lady, I’ll run to the pharmacist immediately to get something for you, please rest in the bedroom, if you can, I’ll bring it there with lunch,” she went on a rather long spiel, half to Raiva, half to herself, as she scurried out of the office, carefully closing the door behind her.

“Ah!” she exclaimed as he sucked her again and pressed his finger against her opening, once again. She whispered in exasperation, “What is wrong with-, fuck, you?”

He simply chuckled and continued edging her, this time even closer to her climaxes, knowing she was in the palm of his hands.

It wasn’t long before the frustration became to much again, along with the worry that Shelly would return and, this time around, notice Victor.

“Please, Victor,” she pleaded again, upset with the heat and the tingles that had nowhere to go, driving her into an odd state of confusion.

“Please what, Raiva,” he returned in an amused tone of voice.

“Please stop doing that,” she whispered, as he pulled her down from the nth climax.

Suddenly, his mouth and hands were gone and he was out of her skirt in the blink of an eye. He stood up straight and looked into Raiva’s bewildered eyes with a smile, no, more of a smirk. He leaned in until his breath caressed her ear and neck.

“As you wish, my lady,” he said in a low, satisfied tone of voice. Then he kissed her neck and walked out, quietly closing the door behind him.

Raiva sat on her desk in a daze, in the dark, quiet office, holding a hand to her neck.

What in the hell just happened?

She looked at the coffee table and reached a hand under her skirt to feel the ribbon he had tied on her, to ensure she hadn’t imagined it. Sure enough, it was there. She glanced and, of course, it was the same marigold ribbon.

She felt torn in many directions. Embarrassed that Shelly had walked in on them and she had lied to her to cover it up. Upset with Victor for not only teasing her like that but also for actually up and leaving when she obviously meant for him to stop keeping her so close to getting there and deliberately stopping her. And finally, so, very, frustratingly turned on and needing to do something about it.

Hurriedly, she got off the desk, almost stumbling on her shaky legs, to lock the door. Then, she ensured that the curtains were properly closed, before getting back on the desk, laying down the length of it, with her legs bent up.

She thought about the feeling of his lips kissing her skin, his mouth and tongue on her, his low breathing in her ear, the sensation of his hands on her legs, the memory of the heat in her stomach swirling and building, and-

Now, confidently sure she had lost all dignity in herself, she straightened out her clothes and left the office looking her usual self, having decided to take a long, quiet bath, and resisting the temptation of taking a bottle of wine with her to do so.

After all, Shelly would be back soon enough, fussing over her. It would be unlikely that she would leave her rooms for the remainder of the day, to not upset her and Frederick.

I should have come up with something other than a migraine. Damn it, Victor.