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Rhea glowered through her office blinds at the circus going on by the campus entrance. A mass of students waved signs and shouted self-righteously through bullhorns, harrying any staff members passing nearby.
Petulant children thinking they knew better than their elders - thinking they knew anything about anything at all. If it were up to her, she’d have every last one of them expelled.
Just fifteen more minutes of empty office hours, and then she’d be wading through them to her car. Joy.
Knock knock
Alas, it seemed she wouldn’t be allowed to wait out her sentence in solitude. At least one of the little idiots was taking advantage of her generously offered expertise.
“It’s open.”
The door creaked on its ill-maintained hinges, and Rhea’s mood plummeted further south as it revealed the form of Edelgard von Hresvelg in her shorts and tights and letterman’s jacket, a sheaf of paper clutched in her hand and a sour expression on her face to match Rhea’s own.
“You certainly have a lot of nerve coming here right now,” Rhea sneered. She gestured toward the window. “Willing to fan the flames, but not willing to fight the war, are you?”
“More than willing,” she replied in an infuriatingly even tone, “but I have been persuaded to make an attempt at diplomacy first.” She stepped fully into the room then, shutting the door behind her with a sense of finality. Impertinent girl. She strode across the room to stand before the desk and placed her papers down in front of her.
Rhea picked them up with an incredulous look as her eyes skimmed over the bolded bullet points.
“Demands?”
The audacity. Each had a lengthy paragraph beneath it full of the usual melodramatic chest-beating about rights and freedoms and blah, blah, blah. She nearly laughed at the absurdity of it. “Did you come in here expecting me to just capitulate for no reason? Appreciate your upstart challenge to my authority and roll over?”
“Of course not,” Edelgard scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I came to bargain.”
“And what could you possibly offer that I would be interested in?”
“My body.”
She said it with a completely straight face. A beat passed. When it did not seem that Edelgard would be more forthcoming, Rhea said, “Excuse me?”
“To realize my ideals, there is nothing I would not do, nothing I would not sacrifice. I do not exclude myself from that.” She shrugged off her jacket, revealing a crisp white button-down beneath it. “And so I have come to offer you something that you want, in exchange for something I want.”
“Absurd girl. Conceited thing. How like you to think yourself so enticing that I would give in to your outrageous demands just for a chance to, what, fuck you?”
“Do with my body what you will, and I will cooperate. All I ask is your word that you will make the concessions listed.”
Do with my body what you will. Thoughts crowded unbidden into Rhea’s mind: Edelgard bound and gagged; Edelgard kneeling before her, mouth on her cunt; Edelgard bruised and battered and sobbing as Rhea mercilessly worked her into orgasm after orgasm…
She was a fool. But the demands were within her power to grant, if irritating, and Rhea could find ways to follow the letter while circumventing the spirit. Yes.
“Very well,” she said. “Come here."
As soon as Edelgard had rounded the desk, Rhea bent her over it, pressing her face into the polished wood with one hand on the back of her head.
“Wicked girl. Sinful girl. Grip here-” and she guided Edelgard’s hands to curl around the edge of the desk “-and take your punishment.
The wood-and-leather paddle hanging on her wall was largely decoration these days -- corporal punishment had been officially done away with at Garreg Mach years ago, but she kept it for the memories. And besides, this punishment was anything but official.
Paddle in hand, she was pleased to find Edelgard still in the position Rhea had forced her to assume -- face down, arms stretched over her head to grip the far edge of the desk, and most importantly, ass sticking out invitingly. She trailed a hand lightly up over the fabric of those ridiculous little shorts, feeling Edelgard’s muscles tense, before she found the waistband and hooked her fingers into it.
“Punishment,” Rhea began in her best lecture voice, “in the eyes of the Goddess, is not an end in itself, but a means.” Gripping shorts, tights, and undergarments all at once, she dragged them down over the soft, inviting curve of Edelgard’s ass, baring her. “It is an instrument meant to invite penitence in the punished, and deter the masses from following her into sin.”
She hefted the paddle, testing its weight. “I somehow doubt that we will be able to count you among the penitent once this is over. Yet that does not mean we should not try.” And she brought the paddle down across Edelgard’s bare ass with a satisfying crack.
Edelgard, disappointingly, did not react, but Rhea expected as much. There was plenty of time ahead of them. She loosened her shoulders and got to work.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
A lovely pink flush began to bloom on Edelgard’s fair skin, even as she remained stubbornly tight-lipped. Rhea did her best to vary the strokes unpredictably, trying to coax a reaction. She settled on targeting the same spot relentlessly, right across the center, deepening the flush to an angry red. She could see Edelgard’s knuckles had gone white where they gripped the desk, but still she refused to make a sound.
A new tactic then, and one which would bring her great pleasure later when she imagined Edelgard sitting in a lecture, trying not to squirm. She took hold of Edelgard’s shorts again and wrenched the whole lot down the rest of the way, leaving it in a pool around her ankles. On a whim, she reached between Edelgard’s legs to drag her fingers along her now-exposed cunt, finding a predictable slickness there. She wiped it on Edelgard’s bare thigh and readied the paddle again.
“Ridiculous that you play the martyr, as if this is some noble sacrifice. Your body betrays you.” Rhea angled the paddle just so and put her weight behind the swing.
The blow landed squarely on the tender spot where ass curved to join thigh, and finally, Edelgard let out a grunt, short and sharp, more of surprise than pain. But the sound lit Rhea on fire and spurred her to target that sweet spot again and again, angling up just so, following the arc of the motion all the way through to make sure the blows landed with full force. She was rewarded with more vocalizations at last -- more grunts and panting at first, then low moans and cries muffled behind clenched teeth. Her fingers flexed and clenched against the desk. Still Rhea continued her relentless assault, blow after blow in merciless rhythm, until Edelgard’s thighs were shaking and cunt dripping with slick.
Finally Rhea relented, if only because her shoulders were getting sore. Someday she would get Edelgard to beg, but her stamina was not yet up to the task. Edelgard’s ass was a pretty pink all over, the spot at the top of her thighs a darker, angrier red. Pleased with her handiwork, Rhea reached out to squeeze a cheek, watching the pink turn white around the places where her fingers sank into the flesh and relishing the way Edelgard was unable to fully prevent herself from squirming. She gave one more sharp squeeze -- earning a surprised intake of breath -- and then a patronizing pat-pat before turning away to put the paddle back in its rightful place on her wall.
Sensing that this particular game was over, Edelgard relaxed against the desk and turned her head to watch, flipping her long, white hair out of the way. “Have I been sufficiently punished, then?”
“As I sense not an ounce of regret in that black little soul of yours, alas, I think not. I simply recognize a pointless endeavor when I see one.” As Edelgard straightened up, Rhea couldn’t resist one more bare-palmed spank, which sparked little reaction but did wipe some of the haughtiness off Edelgard’s face.
“Take off your shirt. I want to see you.” When Edelgard hesitated, she added, “I hope you don’t think we’re done here. I’ve simply made an effort to save your soul, out of the kindness of my heart; if you want me to entertain your ridiculous demands, I’ll need the full payment you’ve offered me.”
“Of course,” Edelgard responded flatly, but did as she was ordered, slipping the buttons of her still-crisp white shirt free.
Rhea didn’t dwell on the surgical scar stretching from her clavicle to her navel -- she’d seen it before, and the soft swell of her breasts was much more enticing. “Bra as well,” she commanded, and Edelgard glowered but complied, which was all that mattered. She was left completely nude before her, soft and pink and vulnerable, while Rhea had not removed a single stitch. Some part of Rhea’s hindbrain found the disparity absurdly pleasing, lighting up with the sense of power and control, of strength and dominion.
Edelgard was also clearly aware of the power dynamic at play, and while her face suggested she found this state of affairs less pleasing than Rhea did, the way her untouched nipples pebbled up in the warm air of the office and the dart of her tongue between her lips told a different story.
“Good girl,” Rhea said, trying out the way the words felt in her mouth. Something went alight behind Edelgard’s eyes, but was it indignation or desire? She suspected it might be both.
She sank into her office chair as she took in Edelgard’s naked form, shorts and undergarments still awkwardly tangled around her feet. Edelgard let her look, standing at attention like she was facing a firing squad as Rhea’s eyes mapped the soft curves of her hips and breasts, the definition of her abs and arms. Gorgeous, despite the big scar on her chest and various smaller ones littering her torso, and Rhea let the heat pool in her belly as she drank her fill of the sight.
When the haze of power and the pleasure of looking had settled her into a good mood, Rhea hiked her pencil skirt up so she could spread her legs and pointed at the floor between them.
“I want your mouth,” she announced. “Put that wicked tongue of yours to better use than spewing blasphemy, and then we’ll see how I feel about your demands.”
Edelgard rolled her eyes -- rude little thing, Rhea would have to correct that -- but fell to her knees as directed and wasted no time pulling Rhea’s underwear aside and putting her mouth on her cunt.
Rhea sighed with satisfaction as Edelgard got to work, lapping at her with bold, precise strokes that Rhea encouraged by rocking against her face. A hand drifted down to fist in Edelgard’s hair, right at the nape of her neck, the better to guide and instruct her in the matter of Rhea’s pleasure. She wrapped her legs around Edelgard’s waist, the heels of her black pumps digging into the small of her back, and squeezed Edelgard’s head between her thighs for a moment, just to revel in the pleasure of her power.
Edelgard took instruction surprisingly well, following Rhea’s tugs without fighting them. Soon Rhea had her exactly as she liked, alternating careful circles around her clit with long, firm licks up the length of her cunt, perfect for a slow, steady build of pleasure. Rhea settled back to luxuriate, occasionally squeezing her thighs or rocking her hips or scratching Edelgard’s scalp with a rumbled “Good girl,” which always seemed to have positive results for Edelgard’s performance.
Her pleasure was starting to spiral lazily upward toward a climax when-
Knock knock
Her lovely relaxed mood vanished immediately. She tightened her fist in Edelgard’s hair and dragged her around and under the desk, scooting close to pen her there just as the door -- the damn unlocked door! -- swung open.
“Rhea? Are you still here?” A face appeared in the unfortunately open doorway with a serious expression and fastidiously groomed beard. Of course it was Seteth. Despite his professed respect for her privacy, he was the only person who would barge into her office without waiting for her to answer.
A glance confirmed that Edelgard’s removed clothing remained clustered in the area behind the desk, thankfully, which meant that as long as he didn’t come too close, he wouldn’t see anything untoward. She had already schooled her face into a neutral expression at the sound of the knock, a habit of long cultivation and practice, and she now offered him a serene smile. “I am, as you can see. I have office hours on Tuesday afternoons.”
Seteth’s brow furrowed. “Well, of course, I am aware, but they ended fifteen minutes ago. Have you been with a student?”
She heard a quiet snort from beneath the desk and resisted the urge to kick. She immediately regretted her restraint when Edelgard, possessed of all the impulsive, short-sighted decision-making of a university student, took this as her cue to resume her attentions in earnest, sealing her lips around Rhea’s clit and sucking in steady pulses.
Rhea’s poker face, however, was far too practiced to allow such a nuisance to crack it. She would get rid of Seteth first and then see to correcting Edelgard’s behavior. “Until a few minutes ago, yes. Did you need something?”
“I was just about to leave, and I thought I might escort you to your car, at least.” He glanced meaningfully toward the window.
Edelgard was varying her attack now, punctuating her steady suction with little licks that made Rhea buck involuntarily against her face. She let none of this show above her waist, however. “I’m afraid I have too much work to get done to be able to leave yet. I’ve been fielding issues caused by the protests all day.”
Seteth grimaced. “Yes, it has been quite disruptive. But can you not continue your work from the safety of your home? I cannot leave you to cross the picket line alone -- that Hresvelg girl has the mob riled up for your blood.”
Rhea could feel Edelgard’s smile against her cunt and squeezed her thighs sharply in reprimand.
“While I appreciate the concern, you know that I am far more capable than I may appear. You needn’t worry about me.”
“But still-”
“If it eases your mind, I will have campus security escort me off premises when I’m finished. I’m sure Catherine will still be around in an hour,” she interrupted, losing patience. Damn him, just leave. She was capable of riding through the orgasm Edelgard was hellbent on giving her without any outward indication, yes, but she wanted to be able to enjoy it.
His face remained skeptical, but he took a reluctant step back. “If you’re quite sure…”
Finally. Thank the Goddess. “I am,” Rhea said. “I appreciate your concern. Have a good- ow!”
Pain! Pain in a very sensitive area! Rhea was unable to stop herself from looking down at her lap incredulously. Edelgard’s eyes were triumphantly smug, which was a hell of an expression for someone who had just bitten her. Anger boiled hot in Rhea’s gut.
“Is everything all right?”
Seteth! No! Dammit! She jerked her head up to find him halfway across the room already, and in her panic bit out, “Stop!”
He halted his advance, thankfully, but his quizzical expression confirmed that her strange order would not hold him for long. She needed to regain control, quickly.
“I…” She cast about for a suitable explanation as Edelgard lapped soothingly at the spot where she fucking bit her. “I simply… found the pushpin I dropped earlier. With my-” don’t say cunt don’t say cunt “-foot.”
When Seteth somehow took that as an invitation to step forward again, Rhea’s patience snapped.
“Honestly, Seteth, I’m not a mongrel you need to- to take to the vet for shots just because I jabbed myself with a pin! I’m fine!”
Too much, too much, dial it back. She exerted the effort necessary to pull the anger and frustration back down into a tight little ball inside her to be dealt with later. She grabbed a fistful of Edelgard’s hair again and tugged, pulling her off enough that at least her teeth were out of range, though she continued to make a valiant effort with her tongue.
She cleared her throat and tried again. “My apologies. It has been a… stressful day. I just need some time alone to get through these last few things, and then I will go home and relax. I promise.”
Mercifully, that was enough. Seteth nodded. “It has been stressful for all of us. If you need anything of me, please do not hesitate to ask.”
“Thank you. Have a good night. Oh, would you please lock the door on the way out? The less interruptions, the faster I can finish.”
The next few seconds were agony as Seteth made his slow retreat, pressing in the lock button on the interior of her door before pulling it shut behind him. Rhea waited one breath, then two as his footsteps retreated down the hall outside.
Then she shoved back her chair and dragged Edelgard to her feet by the hair, shoving her to sprawl on her back atop Rhea’s polished oak desk. Edelgard winced as her abused backside made contact with the wood, but that small flash of gratification wasn’t enough to quench the fire of Rhea’s anger, especially when Edelgard started to laugh.
“Vicious, awful brat,” she snarled, yanking open a desk drawer and fumbling around inside for something suitable. “No punishment will ever be enough to cleanse you of sin, will it?”
“I thought we’d established that it’s not a punishment if it serves no corrective purpose.”
“Ah, but there is one other purpose a punishment may serve. Perhaps the most important of all.” Her fingers closed around a ruler; yes, that would do. She finally yanked the mess of fabric bunched around Edelgard’s ankles the rest of the way off, leaving her free to spread her legs wide, leaving her soft, wet cunt vulnerable and exposed.
Rhea looked up, catching Edelgard’s gaze. “Satisfaction for the wronged.”
And then she brought the flat of the ruler down with a smack right on Edelgard’s cunt.
Edelgard gave a startled little cry, but Rhea was already bringing down the next blow, lining it up right over her slit. The next caught her clit and sparked a sharp noise that tapered into a groan. Rhea’s anger and frustration fueled her, bringing the ruler down over and over onto Edelgard’s most tender and vulnerable flesh, watching an angry red glow bloom over the pretty pink folds and the pale skin surrounding them. At some point Rhea lost her grip on Edelgard’s leg as she braced herself to put more force into the smacks, but Edelgard held them open, grunting and cursing and arching subtly up into the blows.
The whole frenzy lasted less than a minute before Rhea threw the ruler aside and climbed on top of the desk and over Edelgard. She cupped a palm over her abused cunt and squeezed, making Edelgard squirm in a way she found viscerally satisfying.
“That’s more like it,” she growled, moving her hand up to squeeze one of Edelgard’s small tits. “What would your little crowd of admirers out there think if they could see you like this?” She bent down to suck and bite at a nipple. She was not gentle, but Edelgard moaned and panted and reached up to pull her closer. “Naked and sprawled under me, whoring yourself out to the very woman you’ve painted as your villain.” She kissed and bit her way over to the other breast, passing over the scar with no special attention -- Edelgard hated having attention called to her scars.
“And what would- ah!” Edelgard cut off for a moment and arched up as Rhea bit down hard again, wanting to mark, to hurt, to possess. “What would the board think, to see you ravishing a student on your desk?”
Rhea did not dignify that with an answer, instead pulling back so she could divest herself of her own underwear. Hiking her skirt up, she planted a knee on either side of Edelgard’s face. Edelgard was immediately transfixed, tongue darting out to wet her lips. Good.
“If you bite again,” Rhea warned, “we’re done, and you get nothing.”
She waited for a nod, and then she lowered herself to meet Edelgard’s eager mouth.
Goddess, she felt good. Edelgard’s arms slipped around to help support her, and she was attentive and skilled with her tongue, but Rhea had gotten herself more worked up than expected in her fury, and all she wanted to do was grind against Edelgard’s face until she came. Edelgard did her best to contribute, licking and sucking wherever Rhea let her reach, gasping for breath when Rhea pulled back for a moment before grinding back down.
Rhea reached down and tangled her fingers in Edelgard’s hair, clutching painfully tight, and Goddess, that felt good too. She could already feel her orgasm building, that tight winding sensation in her lower belly. As much as she wanted to draw it out, to stay in this moment forever with Edelgard beneath her, servicing her, the unfortunate interruption they’d experienced had reminded her that they didn’t have forever, even if the door was locked now. So she pressed down harder against Edelgard’s face, and she rode the wave as it crested, body shaking and cunt clenching around Edelgard’s tongue.
When she had wrung out all the pleasure she could, she pulled away and slid back off the desk, tugging her skirt back into place. Edelgard’s face was a mess, and her cunt likewise -- red and wet and aching for touch despite the burn.
Hmm. The orgasm had put Rhea into a much better mood, and she was feeling indulgent.
“Turn over,” she said. “Feet on the floor, like before.”
Edelgard complied slowly, clearly still a little dazed herself. Rhea helped her settle into the position she wanted with a hand on her hip, delighted to see the pink and red of Edelgard’s ass come back into view. She reached between Edelgard’s legs and dragged a finger along her slit, drawing out a soft moan and a squirm from the touch to the needy, abused flesh. She kept going, dragging some of the copious slick along with her finger up between her cheeks until she was circling and teasing at her asshole. Edelgard gasped softly and spread her legs to give Rhea better access. She pressed forward a little, just enough to get the tip inside and feel Edelgard’s muscles flutter eagerly around her.
“My little sinner,” she purred. “I have a gift for you.” She pulled her hand away, and Edelgard pushed back to follow her retreating finger with what sounded suspiciously like a whine before it was choked back. “Keep your hands on the edge of the desk again, there’s a good girl. Your body is mine. If I choose to let you come, it will be in the manner and at the time I see fit.”
Satisfied that Edelgard would comply with her orders, she located her handbag and searched inside it for the “gift” she had buried deep at the bottom. She had hidden it well, and it took a moment before her fingers closed around the smooth, tapered shape. After a moment to take a discreet little bottle from a side pocket as well, she was ready.
She poured a little of the lubricant from the bottle onto her fingers and returned them to Edelgard’s ass. She teased around the edge of her hole for just a moment more before sliding one inside, feeling Edelgard tense for a moment and then relax around her with a sigh. A second finger slid in easily. “Good girl,” she praised again. “Are you ready for your gift?”
Edelgard spread her legs wider. Rhea smiled.
She picked up the toy: a red silicon plug, on the smaller side. Rhea had salivated looking at the larger plugs and imagining Edelgard’s body straining around them, but perhaps they could work up to that. She chose not to examine how easy it was becoming to assume these dalliances would continue.
Instead, she lubricated the plug and tipped just a little more into Edelgard, too, before pressing the tip against her hole and pressing it slowly inward. She watched greedily as Edelgard stretched around it, teasingly backing off a few times right as it approached the widest point, just to hear Edelgard’s frustrated groans and watch her try to chase the plug backward. But again, she couldn’t draw this out forever. She finally let Edelgard take it all the way in, her hole clenching in around the neck of the plug and locking it inside her.
“How does it feel?”
It was a moment before Edelgard responded. “Full,” she said, finally. “Good.”
A pleasant warmth bloomed in Rhea, and she chose not to examine that either. She patted Edelgard’s sore ass and stroked her thigh. “Good. Keep it in you. Remember what you gave me. Your body is mine. Would you like to come now?”
This time the silence was longer before there came a reluctant, “Yes.”
Rhea reached between Edelgard’s legs and placed her fingertips feather-light against Edelgard’s clit.
“Then work for it. There you go, now.”
Edelgard hesitantly pressed her hips down against Rhea’s hand, and when Rhea stroked her hip and made an encouraging noise, she began to buck her hips, seeking friction. It was an awkward position, but that made it all the more enjoyable, watching Edelgard’s hips stutter and her ass clench around the plug inside her, feeling the sticky mess she was making of Rhea’s hand.
“There’s a good girl,” Rhea found herself saying, over and over. “Just like that. All mine. Be a good girl and come for me.”
Rhea hadn’t made it easy, but Edelgard clearly didn’t need much more after everything else they’d done. Soon enough she was shuddering against Rhea’s hand, panting and moaning through her teeth, hole squeezing around the plug as her orgasm washed over her.
When the aftershocks subsided, Rhea wiped her hand on Edelgard’s thigh and let her rest for a moment, naked and belly-down on her office desk. It wasn’t long before Edelgard pulled herself together, straightening up, squaring her shoulders, and beginning to hunt down her clothing.
“I expect you to begin making those changes as soon as possible,” she said matter-of-factly while re-buttoning her shirt, as though she hadn’t just been fucked out over Rhea’s desk. Ridiculous.
“What makes you think I’ll even keep my end of this bargain?” she asked, settling back into her chair to watch Edelgard shimmy her tights and shorts up her legs. “I’ve already received my payment.”
It was true, after all. A classic blunder -- Edelgard had given her everything she wanted with only her word in return, with no witnesses, no contracts signed. Naive girl.
Edelgard was silent as she straightened her hair and wiped Rhea’s slick off her face, and she remained silent as she searched for her jacket. It was very subtle, but Rhea could see the way the plug still resting inside her affected her gait as she crossed the room. Heat bloomed again deep in her belly. Edelgard walking across campus, perhaps joining the protest and marching around for hours in the picket line with Rhea’s plug snugly nestled inside her… Rhea would certainly be enjoying that thought later. Perhaps she’d watch out the window for a while.
Finally, when Edelgard had found her jacket and made herself as presentable as she was going to get, and just when Rhea was thinking her play for power would receive no pushback, Edelgard turned to her once more.
“Stealing is a sin,” she said, head held high. “Besides, if you don’t keep your word, we’ll never do this again.”
And with that, she exited without waiting for a response, the office door closing with finality behind her.
Rhea sat in silence for a long moment, staring at the door. Then, with a weary sigh, she began to reorganize the list of demands that had been scattered across her desk.
Damn her.