Alphonse liked to think of himself as a fair man. He had to be in order to maintain order and balance in Vault 101 and, as such, he was a firm believer in reward and punishment.
Sometimes he gave out extra ration coupons or drink vouchers depending on the resident's preference.
But sometimes…
Well with her it was a little bit different.
He left Mr. Brotch's classroom with an armful of files and notes regarding Brotch's current round of students with the intention of finding his daughter. Wherever Amata was then her friend was sure to be close by.
He found them both in the cafeteria, chattering away with a piece of cake being shared between them. His daughter noticed him first, her smile tensing only slightly at the files he held in his hands and she said something to the other girl that had her whipping her head around as well.
"Good afternoon, ladies." he greeted.
"Good afternoon." they replied.
"Amata, would you grab me a bottle of water. As you can see," he nodded down to his armful. "I'm a bit stretched here."
"Of course, dad!" She was out of her seat like a shot and only once she was at the counter did Alphonse turn hazel eyes to the remaining girl.
"You've been good this month," he said to her. Her cheeks pinkened slightly and her smile turned shy at the praise.
Her words were barely more than a whisper. "Thank you, Overseer."
"You will be rewarded tonight."
"I look forward to it." she said and bit lightly at her lip. His gaze grew heated at the action.
"As do I."
The moment was broken by an enthusiastic, "Here ya go!" and a bottle was placed carefully atop the stack of paperwork. "And for the record," she continued. "I was totally paying attention in physics today. It's not my fault that-"
Alphonse shook his head at his daughter's fumbled excuses and left after a bit of chastising her for her inability to pay attention although he made a mental note to get in touch with her teacher to get his side of the story.
Much later, well after lights out, there was a knock at his office door.
"Enter," he called.
The doctor's daughter stepped through and he licked his lips at the vision she made. Her face was dolled up with a light hand of makeup, just enough to play up the thickness of her lashes and lushness of her mouth. Instead of the standard Vault 101 jumpsuit her arms and legs were bare thanks to the little pink dress that fell to her midthigh and a pair of satin heels adorned her feet.
Being out of uniform wasn't forbidden but it was much simpler to wear the jumpsuit. As far as he was aware, she was almost never out of uniform and the thought that she put in the effort for him (possibly only him) had his cock stirring.
"Oh, darling, just look at you. Gorgeous."
"Thank you, sir." She clasped her hands together and stepped closer to his desk but kept a foot of distance between herself and the U shaped console.
"To get right into it," Alphonse began as he flipped open her file. "You have been a model resident; never late to class and always completing your daily chores to satisfaction. Your grades are excellent and you have received no demerits." He closed the file and put it to the side. "Do you have any questions?"
"No, sir. Thank you for the review."
"Thank you. We could use some more model citizens around here and hopefully your influence will inspire others to attain that as well."
The tiny smile on her face grew. "One can only hope, sir."
"Now, for your reward." Her chest hitched at the word, body shifting slightly forward as she bit at that damned lip again. "I assume your usual recompense will suffice?"
They had only done this a few times since she had turned 19 and she had never turned him down before but he would always give her a choice.
"Yes, please, sir. I would like that very much."
He smiled and stood. "Very well then." He turned to the console at his back and typed in the command that had his desk lifting from the floor to reveal a set of steps that led to an untouchable part of the Vault. He grasped at her reaching hand and led the way down, closing the way behind them so they wouldn't be disturbed. No one else knew the passcode so no one would disturb them.
They walked in silence down a hall and into an open room that he had prepared beforehand. A bed sat in the center in the room with fresh sheets and a generous helping of pillows near the metal headboard. A couple of armchairs and a love seat with a table between them were located near a corner and in another sat a well used record player.
He motioned toward the decanter on the table and said,"Pour us a drink then sit. Three fingers for me. Two for you."
"Yes, sir."
Her hand left his as they parted ways, her to the crystal decanter set and he to the record player. Once a soft soothing jazz spilled from the player, Alphonse turned back to see the girl was sitting obediently on the love seat with two perfectly poured glasses waiting for him.
The lighting was dim but he could see her eyes follow his every step as he crossed the distance. He paused for a moment beside her to run a hand over the crown of her head then down to her chin to tilt her face up to his own.
"Good girl," he praised and just like that the mood shifted even further. She leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she looked back up with lust filled eyes.
"Thank you, sir."
Alphonse ran his thumb over the youthful skin of her face for a second then pulled away to sit in the seat beside her, that same hand draping behind her. She offered him the fuller glass of amber liquid before reaching for her own. They didn't speak as they sipped at the whiskey, just enjoyed the music and he never stopped touching her.
He brushed slightly calloused fingers against the satin of her skin and played with the silky strap of her dress. When they were halfway through their drinks he let his fingers dip teasingly down to the bodice of her dress and the generous swell of her breasts. Her breath caught at the action, thighs rubbing discreetly together as he gently pulled down the fabric to reveal a hardened nipple.
"Sir?" she whispered. He removed his arm to pluck her glass free to set it on the table along with his own.
"Come here," he ordered and gestured to his lap. She did so, settling so that she had her legs on either side of his and the warmth between her legs rubbed tantalizingly against the clothed swell of his cock.
He rutted upwards on instinct and a wanton moan left her lips at the action. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she ground herself against him but his own hands dug into her waist to stop her because the lord help him he was only human.
"Be good," he chastised. "Stay still and let me look at you."
She stilled instantly, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide.
"Yes, sir."
He pulled her hands free, rubbed them with his own to reassure her then moved to pull down the straps of her dress and the silk hiding her chest.
He took a moment to enjoy the sight of her then leaned forward to lick and suck at both hardened peaks, one then the other. She gasped at the gentle suckling, hands reaching to clench at his silvered hair to hang on as he ravished her. Once her nipples were puffy from the abuse and her soft moans turned to pleas, he pulled himself away from her and told her to stand.
She did so on shaky legs then scooted slightly back as he stood in front of her. Her fell to the obvious bulge in his pants, tongue darting out to lick at her lips, then lifted her gaze to him for his next order. He reached down to grab at her glass and tipped the rest of its contents into his mouth. He pulled her close, her heeled feet stumbling slightly, then tilted her face up and thumbed at her bottom lip in a silent command to open her mouth.
Her eyes widened in understanding and she obediently opened her lips to accept his whiskey filled kiss. Some of the liquid dripped down, unavoidable but he would lick it up later. She swallowed the whiskey then accepted the tongue that followed after. Her hands flew to his shoulders once again while his wandered down to the plump cheeks of her ass.
He groaned at the handfuls he cupped and let his hands roam beneath the hemline to touch her rear without pesky fabric getting in the way. His eyes flew open as his fingers brushed against nothing but bare skin. He tore his mouth from her and ignored her disappointed moan at the loss, to turn her around so she was bent over the love seat to pull her dress up.
His throat clicked at the sight of her bare bottom and pussy on display. He spread her cheeks apart to reveal the furled hole of her ass then fell to spread her practically dripping wet pussy lips.
"Naughty," he breathed. "What a naughty girl."
She froze at that and peeked innocently over her shoulder at him.
"I-I did it for you, sir. I wanted to surprise you. To thank you." she hastily corrected.
He dragged his thumb through the wetness and dipped teasingly into her tight heat. She had always worn undergarments when meeting him for her 'rewards' but it looked like the night would be filled with firsts.
"And what is it that you are thanking me for, hm?"
She whimpered at his actions and said, "For this. For your rewards."
His brows pulled together, showing his puzzlement at her logic. "You earned this, sweetheart. No thanks is needed for this."
Her face fell at that and the heated moment they had been having slipped away entirely. He pulled away from her, let the dress fall back to cover her, and she twisted to sit fully on the sofa with her head ducked down to avoid his eyes which just wouldn't work.
"Look at me," he said, a gentleness in his voice that he hoped softened the command.
She did so with misty eyes and Alphonse had never felt more adrift since his wife passed.
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
She fiddled with the straps of her dress, pulling them up and straightening her dress in a bid for time. The record had stopped at some point so all they did was sit in silence for a few moments while the teenager collected her thoughts.
Finally she drew in a deep breath and asked, "Am I the only one you're… rewarding?"
Alphonse frowned at that and was going to say 'of course not' but it only took a moment to decipher her meaning.
"Yes," he said firmly. She looked at him with surprise then relief and he wasn't sure what it said about him that he was happy about that. The distance that had been between them disappeared in an instant as the girl maneuvered her way onto his lap to press a kiss to his cheek.
"Thank you," she whispered before delving back down to shove her tongue in his mouth.
It took some time to reclaim the earlier mood but they got there eventually. By the time they moved to the bed there wasn't a scrap of clothing between them and their moans echoed through the room. Alphonse was harder than he'd ever been in his life as he thoroughly tongued at the girl's wet pussy. She was sprawled on her back, legs hooked over his shoulders and her hands gripped at the sheets as she fell apart with a heartfelt cry.
He groaned against her clenching sex and licked a quick stripe across her oversensitive clit before slowly lowering her legs back down. Her eyes were glazed, staring unseeingly at the ceiling as she came down from her high so the Overseer rubbed tenderly at the side of her knees and whispered praise to ground her.
"Such a good girl," he smiled. "You're so beautiful when you cum for me, darling." She took a shaky breath before smiling back at him and reached out to grasp at him. He kissed the knuckles of her hand then the soft skin of her palm. "Are you ready for more?"
"Yes. Yes, sir."
"That's my girl," he rumbled. "What do you want?" He rubbed the leaking tip of his cock against the engorged lips of her pussy, still wet and dripping with her juices.
"Like this," she moaned. "I want you to take me like this."
"Oh?" he groaned. "And are you mine to take?"
Something wild passed behind her eyes. "Yes. God, yes, please!"
"Say it," he demanded, leaning down to let his hands curl into the sheets beside her head. "Say it and I'll give you what you want. What you need."
"I'm yours," she gasped. "I'm yours so please just fucking take me already!"
He freed up a hand to angle his cock and pushed the fat head into her.
"Language," he grunted. "Bad girl. Don't make me punish you later." She whined at that but there was a spark of curiosity and mischief that he knew would lead to interesting times later.
He bottomed out in a few strokes and pulled back to start a rhythm that had the bed shaking in moments. He mouthed at the unblemished skin of her neck, held back by only a string of willpower to prevent himself from marking her then let his lips wander to capture her own in a wet kiss.
Her nails scratched at his back and arms until he pulled away to pin them down to her sides to take her like she wanted. She mewled at the show of strength and the dark thought of the waiting bruises she would have the next day had him close to cumming.
"Stay," he ordered, giving her arms a careful squeeze to indicate what he wanted. She nodded in understanding, tucking her hands behind her back as if she didn't trust herself to obey, the uncomfortable Pip-boy digging into her back be damned, which had his mind leaping to the possibilities of how to secure her hands in the future.
He gripped at the base of his cock in an attempt to buy himself some time and played with her clit to pull her closer to the edge. Her hips wiggled and ground against his thumb and he could tell as her breaths grew choppy that she was getting there. He pulled his thumb away and she was only disappointed for a moment before he pressed the appendage to her mouth which she readily accepted with a filthy moan.
He fucked into her again and this time didn't hold back, heavy balls slapping wetly against her as the bed beneath them creaked. When he came it was a mix of her wet, clenching heat and the bratty bite she gave his thumb. He pressed himself as deeply into her as he could, cock pulsing and rutting minutely to fill her as much as he could.
He'd cum into her before and he knew she was on birth control but it had never felt like this and it took a moment for the white hot bliss to clear from his mind to bring himself back to the moment. His face was buried into the crux of her neck, breathing in the sweetness of her perfume and musky smell of sex that permeated the room. Soft fingers were brushing against the side of his face in a complete role reversal that he didn't know he needed or wanted. He pressed a kiss against the skin of her throat then leaned back to assess the situation.
She was flushed from chest to face and they were still connected, his still semi-hard cock tucked into her. He gave a tentative pull and push that had her biting her lip which he took as a very good sign. Two of his fingers pushed against her hard clit then swiped slowly at a pace he knew she favored.
She moved with him and now that his own fire had been abated he was able to pay more attention to her needs. Filthy words dripped from his mouth as she continued to fuck herself on his flagging dick and enthusiastic fingers until she peaked beautifully under him.
Alphonse collapsed beside her, making sure to avoid the hard metal device attached to her wrist, and pulled the rumpled blankets over them. He grabbed a bottle of water from the nearby bedside table and uncapped it to offer the teenager in his bed. She drank down a few swallows then fell back to make herself comfortable while he did the same.
He tossed the bottle to the side then resettled himself against her back, ignoring the sticky mess between them as he draped his arm across her waist.
"Cold," she complained and nudged the Pip-boy on his own arm. He grunted and pulled his arm free only to drape it back over her with the blanket acting as a barrier.
They would have to talk about a lot of things later but for the moment he contented himself with the thought that they would have plenty of time to figure things out. Nothing of incredible importance happened in Vault 101, well, nothing that would rock the boat as the old saying went so he drifted off with the comfortable knowledge that they would always have tomorrow.