The office was empty all for the exception of two. What time was it? Emeralds glanced over at the clock. Midnight. Rebecca had been there since eight in the morning, and so had her Captain. She really admired the man, looked up to him, and maybe a little more… His determination was enthralling, attention to detail titillating.
He caught her looking, and her glance quickly returned back to her own paperwork; typewriter shifting back in it's place. This did not deter Wesker however. An inviting smirk spread across his cheeks as he placed his paperwork aside; standing up and roaming towards her.
"Chambers." His voice was smooth, and intoxicating as he approached her from behind. His hot breath touching just the back of her neck ever so slightly; Her own breath hitching in response.
Without thought she leaned her head back onto his chest, biting at her own bottom lip. What am I doing? A resonant chuckle fell from Albert's lips, hands gripping her tiny waist tight. "Is this what you want darling?" His statuesque full bodied lips touched her collar bone, teasing the young medic with every touch. All he needed was a yes, an invite to destroy her entire life in more than one way…
"Yes." Her brittle yet breathy voice spoke back, teeth still chewing at her bottom lip as she leaned into him further. His hands made their way past her waist and gripped at her hips. His own throbbing hard-on pressing against her thigh.
Green doe-like eyes widened when she heard the unzipping of his pants. She felt dizzy from the experience, and let out gasp when he turned her around to face him. Her eyes filled with lust, a dark feeling that had never come over her quite like this. A delicate porcelain hand reached down to grab at him, stroking him and growing wetter with every throb of his member in her hand.
A bored expression shown on his beautifully angelic face. Wesker was no angel. He was here to take her innocence, and didn't even care about her. Why would he? She was just a mere lackey. She was here to serve and to serve him she would. His hand gripped the back of her hair, pulling at it tight as he made sure she'd look him in the eye.
He propped her up on the desk with little to no effort, her own paperwork being strewn about across the desk. Green pants were stripped off of her, panties pushed aside to reveal her opening. She was sopping wet, but that was to be expected. His smirk turned into a grin as he forcefully entered her.
She let out a high pitched moan, her entire body growing flush red from the experience. No one had yet been inside of her, and the feeling was out of this world. He quickened the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin was heard with breathy moans and grunts.
Wesker didn't care about going slow, being gentle, or affectionate. This was pure lust; afuck if you will. Seeing her squirm and moan underneath him, feeling her warm womanhood clench down upon his member in pleasure brought him to the edge. He pumped into her harder as her screams of ecstasy echoed through the corridors.
A few more thrusts before he pulled himself out of her and released across her firm stomach. Throwing a few tissues at the girl, he chuckled breathlessly. "Close up shop, clean up, and I'll see you at work tomorrow then, Chambers…" And with that, he walked out of the office; leaving Rebecca to herself and to her thoughts.
