On their way to his office, she made a quick stop on her desk to get her bag. Once in his office, she started re-applying her makeup and then started covering last night's and today's hickeys. She tskd softly at him. "You are a bloody threat to my neck."

John raised his eyebrow at Clara, "Are you complaining?" He asked her, his icy blue eyes stuck on her as he stretched upwards, his shirt riding up. He groaned and closed his eyes.

"I've got to say, I feel like I'm getting old…"

She watched him out if the corner of her eye as she applied make-up to her neck, trying to cover the hickeys. She saw his shirt ride up and his comment afterwards made her laugh. "Not complaining." She affirmed him.

"Trust me, you may be old but your spirit and stamina are not." She winked at him suggestively.

John laughed and stood up from his desk. He smiled down at Clara, towering over her. "Most of your men must have treated you like shit if I'm the best you've had," he grinned and winked at her.

"More or less." She admitted as she held a small mirror in front of her and applied her lip-stick. "Ten minutes. In and out. Then sleep or watch tv." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Plus, it was monotonous as fuck."

John threw back his head in laughter and clapped his hands, "You poor thing." He giggled and held his chest, creases around his eyes from laughing and grinning far too much. He stepped behind Clara and whispered into her ear, "I'll let you ride me tonight for as long as you need and over and over again until you're sore."

She smirked slightly, looking at him through her mirror. "Promise? You better be up to the task because I've got /years/ of sexual frustration accumulated."

John looked at Clara through the mirror, a smirk on his face, "Do whatever you want with me," he told her, his voice low as he nuzzled his face into her neck, trying his best not to give her another hickey.

She bit her lip as he nuzzled her neck. She was bossy, yes, and she liked to be in control but something about pleasing John and having him boss her around turned her on beyond belief. She hadn't felt like that with anyone. "What if I told you...that..." She bit her lip and shook her head.

"Forget it."

John frowned and wrapped his arm around Clara's chest, his voice vibrating against her neck, "No, go on, what is it?" He asked her, his lips leaving delicate kisses on her skin.

"Well-" She gulped and started again, she just said it faster in case she freaked out. "What if I told you that I like it when you boss me around and tell me what to do? Because...it turns me on. A lot. I'm kinda uneasy by how much it turns me on."

John smirked to himself as his hand snaked around Clara's neck, his fingers wrapping around her throat as he growled into her ear, "Down girl," he grinned, his breathing picking up a little at the thought of him bossing her around.

She smirked to herself. She didn't thought he would accept that so readily but she was happy to obey. She put her things on his desk and stretched a little. "On my knees?" She asked with a stupid grin.

John smirked and released his grip on Clara completely, his Scottish accent more pronounced, "On your knees." he ordered her, a raise of his eyebrow.

She tried not to smile too much as she got on her knees in front of him, her hands on her lap and looking up at him, waiting for further instructions. It amazed her how they couldn't keep their hands off of each other's.

John leaned down, his hand gripping Clara's chin, "What do you want, my Clara?" He asked her, a certain look on his face as he growled under his breath, his eyes glancing down to her lips.

She daringly raised an eyebrow at him and looked at his crotch. He knew what she wanted. She thought about being funny and saying 'financial stability' but this wasn't the time for that and it would leave the wrong impression even though it was a joke. "Your cock, sir." After she said that, a blush spread across her cheeks, making her look down.

John gripped Clara's chin harder, his eyes growing darker, "And where do you want my cock, my Clara?" He asked her in a dark voice, taking her hand and placing it on his belt.

She tugged him towards her, licking her lips as she made eye contact with him. "My mouth, sir." She said softly. Her heart was already beating hard against her ribcage.

John winked down at Clara, a grin on his face as he let go of her face, "Good girl," he praised her, slapping her face lightly as he unbuckled his trousers and pushed them down, already hard as his erection strained against his grey pair of boxer shorts.

Clara gulped. Like last time, his dick was intimidatingly big and it looked delicious straining against his boxers. The soft slap didn't hurt at all, but it made her wet, more so than she already was. She reached tentatively for his cock because he hadn't given her further instructions.

John leaned down to growl into Clara's ear, "Do a good job and I'll let you ride me afterwards," he promised her and pulled down his boxers, kicking them out of the way as he moved back to lean against his desk, staring down at Clara as he ran a hand through his hair, "Come here, now."

She crawled towards him and instead of using her hand, she pressed her face against him, playing close attention to his balls as her hands raked up his thighs. She held his cock in her small hand, thick and heavy and started pressing open-mouthed kisses along his length, her whole attention focused on him.

John let out a low groan as his head fell back, his hand in her hair, "Fuck..." He muttered under his breath, feeling his muscles tense and his jaw clench. His other hand grabbed his desk behind him, his hips moving closer to her face.

She circled the head of his cock with her tongue slowly and then started sucking his cock slowly as she used her other hand to stroke his shaft and the rest of his member, which her mouth couldn't reach. She mostly looked at his face. Clara liked how his jaw clenched, it made her feel powerful even though she was the one on her knees.

His fist seemed to clench harder in Clara's hand as he let out another low groan, "Shit, that feels good…" he muttered under his breath, growling quietly. John looked down at her, keeping eye contact.

She started bobbing her head as she pumped him, occasionally changing the angle, her tongue swirling around the head almost every time she went up. His eyes seemed darker now and they were a beautiful shade of dark blue. She came up for air and stroked his cock as she waited a bit to go down on him again.

"It better."

John groaned louder and sat up, feeling his muscles clench. He swallowed and stood up, pulling Clara up with him. He grinned and sat her down in his chair, pulling her shirt and bra off as he kneeled in front of her, kissing down her stomach as his fingers caught in the hook of her underwear and slowly pulled them down, kissing her thighs.

The change caught her by surprise but this was, John Smith, he was all about change. Thankfully he didn't break her shirt or anything but since it was too cold, her nipples immediately stood up to attention. She bit her lip as he kissed down her stomach and then as he kissed her thighs. At this rate she would be sore in no time. She had had more sex in these past two days then in the last 2 months. Not that she was complaining. John growled against her inner thigh as he spread her legs, discarding her skirt with her underwear. He crawled up her body, his fingers tracing her inner thighs. John leaned down to kiss Clara's neck, one of his fingers brushing against her clit.

She let out a soft gasp as his fingers made contact with her clit. She put her hand on the back of his head as she tilted her head to the side, giving him more access to her neck. "Fuck." She whispered, she could already feel herself getting wetter.

John grinned against her neck, "Shh, baby girl..." He growled, entering one finger inside of her as he kissed up and down the length of her neck, leaving as many hickeys as he could.

She hissed and bit her lip as he entered one finger inside of her and there he was again, leaving hickeys on her neck. She would need to have a serious talk with him...not now though. She raised her hips slightly towards his hand, willing him to go deeper.

"You beauty…" he growled under his breath, nibbling on Clara's earlobe. John entered another finger inside of her and started to move them at a steady pace, his mouth over her nipple.

"If you say so..." She moaned as he started moving his fingers inside of her. Her hands trailed down his chest to grab his cock. She pumped it in sync with the thrusts of his fingers as best as she could, a smirk on her face.

John's mouth left Clara's nipple and leaned down to kiss her hard, breathing into her mouth as she grabbed him. He whimpered and swallowed down a groan, "You want me inside of you, baby?" he asked her, his lips inches from hers.

"Only if you let me top, daddy." She said inched forward to steal a kiss from him, her eyes glinting with lust. She just wanted to ride him, feel his cock hot and hard inside her more than anything. "Can you give me that, mmm?"

John slowly removed his fingers, his blue eyes growing darker. He growled under his breath and laid down on the floor behind his desk, letting Clara straddle his lap as he leaned up to kiss her, his hands on each side of her neck, his fingers squeezing gently, "I can give you anything you want, my Clara.."

"Shhh." She put a finger on his lips and then slowly, sank on top of him. She hissed a bit. She was certain that after today, she wouldn't have sex in a week. She would be too sore for action. She put her hands on his chest and started riding him slowly.

"You feel so fucking good inside me, daddy." Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip, she was just enjoying the sensations.

John groaned loudly as Clara slowly sank on top of him, his hands on her hips. He leaned up and kissed along the length of her neck, "I love it when you call me daddy..." he admitted, moving his hips slowly in time with Clara's.

"Mhm?" She now held onto his shoulders for support as she kept moving up and down on him. She was glad that he liked it and didn't consider it weird at all. She took off his glasses and put them on, then raise an eyebrow at him. "How do I look?"

John looked her up and down, letting out a low growl as she moved on top of him. He whimpered and took in her appearance, a smirk on his lips as he held her hips to stop her from moving and pulled her all the way down onto his length and kept her there. He deliberately kept her still to watch her face change, he grinned up at Clara, "Like a sexy little secretary, darling."

Taking all of him at once when he pulled her down on his length was really pleasurable but also unexpected. She let out a moan and when he stopped moving, she gasped, her arms around his neck. She felt so full with him inside her, it was wonderful. She grinned at him and grinded on him a little. "Thank you." She said in reply to his comment and then removed his glasses from her face and put them on him again.

"I like them more on you."

John winked at her, using one of his hands to adjust his glasses. He growled quietly under his breath and used his hands to slowly move her up and down on his cock, groaning louder each time, "Slow," he told her, a smirk on his lips as he leaned forward to kiss Clara.

She kissed him back, taking hold of his face as she did so and started riding him as slowly as she could. She would tighten around him on purpose just to hear the sounds he would make.

John let Clara do all the work and wrapped his fingers around her throat, letting her ride him slowly. He groaned into her mouth as she tightened around him, "No," he growled loudly, leaning forward to kiss her hard.

She let him ravage her mouth as she concentrated on the feel of his cock inside her pussy. Just the thought was enough to make her cum. Her speed increase a bit and she hoped he would just let her ride him hard, all she wanted to do was cum now. John grinned at Clara and squeezed her throat, his tongue dancing against hers for dominance. He pushed his hips up, signifying for Clara to ride him faster and harder. She did just that. She started riding him hard and fast, her nails digging into his shoulders as they kissed. The sounds of skin slapping against skin reverberated inside the room but she didn't cared. She bit his lip softly and grinned at him, her pupils dilatated.

John pushed her backwards, a grin on his face as his hand covered her breast, his thumb flicking over Clara's nipple as his other hand reached inbetween them and started to rub her clit. "Cover your mouth, Clara. Don't want anyone hearing."

She bit her lip and gave him the middle finger but did as she was told since she was already close. She covered her mouth with her hand but raised her other hand to slap him softly on the face. He looked so fucking hot with that wild mop of hair and those sexy glasses, she couldn't control herself.

John winced as Clara slapped him but grinned up at her, "I kind of liked that," he winked at her and pulled her all the way off of his length and back down again, letting out a loud groan, he couldn't stop himself.

His eyes widened as he heard a knock at the door and a loud voice, "Mr Smith?"

Clara's orgasm seemed to have went elsewhere as soon as she heard the knock. Her eyes widened and she looked at John. "Fuck, fuck. Tell them to give you at least ten minutes until we get dressed." She said already trying to get off of him.

John seemed to grab her hips, keeping Clara held down. He shook his head, reached up and covered Clara's mouth, smirking as he started to move inside her again. He turned his head and raised his voice.

"I'm on a call, come back in five minutes!" he sounded frustrated and he had no idea if they had gone or stayed standing there. He didn't care, he just carried on pounding inside of Clara, trying to make her reach her orgasm.

Clara glared daggers at him. The bastard. But she also wanted to thank him immensily for wanting to keep fucking her. She closed her eyes and let herself go, she just babbled about how good he felt inside her and how big he was and when she opened her eyes and made eye contact with him, she came hard. Her moans were muffled by his hand and she bit it softly once she came down from her high.

John pounded into Clara until he spilled inside of her, covering his own mouth to stop himself from groaning so loudly. "Fucking hell…" He whimpered, his muscles releasing as his fist clenched in Clara's hair.

After he came, she kissed him hard. She knew her lips were bruised from kissing him so much and his lips were an outrageous shade of red that made her giggle, but nothing she couldn't fix. "You are a horny old man."

John bit down hard on Clara's bottom lip, groaning into her mouth, "If you don't like it, I'll leave you to your shitty men who last two minutes," he started giggling at that fact and slowly moved Clara off of him, laying her down on his chest as his fingers circled her bare arm.

Clara breathed heavily, not wanting to let go just yet but knowing that she had to because he had some matters to attend to. "No, thanks. I'd rather be sore from a lot of sex." She joked and pressed a soft kiss on his chest.

"I truly don't know how you do it. Do you take pills? Because it seems like the old person here is me. You wore me out."

John started to giggle again and he couldn't seem to stop himself, "Pills? You think I take viagra?" He laughed and turned his head to look down at her, a playful look in his blue eyes.

"Really? Viagra? Are you sore, darling?" He asked her, a frown on his face as his fingers ran down her side, trying his best to comfort her.

She loved his laugh, even though it was kind of at her expense. "Shut it, you." She said as she slapped his chest lightly. At his question, she nodded. "Yes. So no more hanky-panky for you today, I'm afraid." Clara let out a sigh and stood up reluctantly, wincing a little bit.

The man was a beast. Her neck hurt, her thighs hurt, everything hurt but she tried not to show how much it hurt because the pain was merely just a bit annoying. "Get dressed, you told them to give you five minutes, boss."

John grinned and wrapped his arms around Clara's legs, his lips on her thighs as he placed a few kisses against her skin. He carefully let go of her and stood up, pulling on his boxers and trousers, "Fine by me. Just tell me when you need it," he winked at Clara and pulled on his shirt, buttoning it up.

"We'll see." She said as she put on her underwear and skirt. She did a quick work of her shirt and put on her heels. As she looked up at John, she remembered he had lip-stick on his lips. She chuckled and searched in her purse for a napkin and walked towards him.

"You've got lip-stick on your lips. Again." She took hold of his face and wiped it off. "Better."

John giggled in response to Clara wiping the lipstick from his lips, "Thank you, my Clara…" He muttered, his smile fading as his hand reached out and stroked her cheek, his eyes focused on hers. He bit his lower lip, smiled at her and moved away, pulling on his jacket as he straightened his suit out to make it look like it had done before.

She noticed how his smile faded but didn't comment on it. He was back on business mode. She hurriedly applied make-up to her neck, which made her realise to take a scarf with her from now on and then she put her stuff in her purse. She looked around, verifying that everything was in place. With a nod at him, she turned to open the door and winked at him. "See ya later, boss." She left straight for her desk and sat down as whoever had knocked, went once again to John's office.

John stood up and smiled at his staff member, buttoning up his jacket. He cleared his throat and sat behind his desk, telling him to sit down. He talked quietly, a smile on his face. The man shook John's hand and left silently. John rested his chin on his hand, his glasses placed firmly on his face as he stared intently at Clara through his office window, a smile on his lips.

When the man came out of the office and passed her by, Clara couldn't but look in the direction of his office. She caught him already staring, which made her smile and she looked down, shy all of a sudden, as he cheeks turned red and then she continues talking with Holly, who had dragged her desk chair to Clara's desk so they could talk but her eyes kept straying towards John.

She turned to Holly. "Leave, our boss is watching us. Be productive!" Holly giggled a little and then left. She was one of the few in charge of getting the talents and such, she was good at her job. Clara looked back at John and then took out her tablet and sent him a message to his email. 'Take a picture, it lasts longer.- C xx' she sent the email, a smirk in place and kept working.

John shifted from his hand as he sat up straight, raising an eyebrow as an email turned up from Clara. He smirked to himself and started to type on his computer, 'Miss Oswald, as you are aware, I have an eye for art and I'm afraid I have to admit I was just admiring the art right in front of me. -J xx'

She chuckled when she opened the message. What could she reply to that? 'You are such a sweetheart...I would love to keep chatting but you should check out the catalogue I sent you while you had visit. They need an answer urgently. -C xx'

John raised both of his thick eyebrows, typing on his computer as he looked up at Clara, staring at her, 'Catalogues? Which ones? I have multiple from different companies wanting to have my clothes in them ;) -J xx'

'Easy, tiger. The one I sent at 11:45am. For some reason (disclosed inside, so read it) they want an answer now. Guess someone fucked up over there and they are in a bit of a hurry. :P -C xx' She sent it and turned to look at him as she bit her lip.

John stared at her through his office window, an intense look in his deep blue eyes. He turned back to his computer and grinned, leaning forward to type quickly. 'Yes ma'am ;) -J xx' he laughed and shook his head, looking through his emails until he found the catalogue and emailed the company. He was on the phone for at least an hour and then they came to a conclusion that John would let them use his clothing line if it was on the front cover of their catalogue. He smirked to himself and came off of the phone, finishing up emails until he packed up his bag and began to leave for the night.

As per usual, the secretaries almost always left after their boss had left, or at least that's how she had always done it. When he started packing. She organized everything and waited for him. Out of politeness, of course. She held the door of the lift open so he could get inside.

"Hello, you." She used a neutral tone of voice, giving nothing away.

John smirked to himself, pulling on the collar of his trench coat. He side glanced Clara and winked at her, "Hello, Clara..." He smiled at her like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

His smile was deeply contagious and so damn beautiful. He had nice teeth...and nice lips... She shook her head. "How did it go with the company? I'm assuming it went well because you are not in a mood."

John looked down at his phone, checking his emails every now and again, "It went really great yeah. We agreed my clothing line would be on the cover of their catalogue," he told Clara with a giant smirk on his face, moving closer to her.

"That's great news and that was a great deal. Risky but great." She smiled at him and then her phone rang. She took it out, read the message, typed a hasty reply and then put it back on her purse. She looked at her shoes, which suddenly seemed very interesting.

John raised his eyebrow at Clara, pointing to her phone, "Somebody important?" He asked her and for some reason he had a spit of jealously.

She rolled her eyes at him. "No. Just that Holly bought Chinese food and forgot that we don't have soda or anything in our fridge so I have to make a quick stop before taking the train." She sighed and passed a hand through her hair.

"And she said she invited people over to watch some show. It's madness."

John heard the elevator ding, realising they had reached the bottom floor. He turned to Clara and leaned forward to press a sweet and lasting kiss to her cheek, "I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Oswald. Have a nice evening…"

In turn, she stood on her tip toes and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Likewise, Mr. Smith." She smiled at him and left ahead. Time was running against her and if she just bought what she had to quickly she could evade what she called 'hell hour' which was around 7.

John arrived home and sat in front of the TV, watching all his favourite TV shows with a glass of Whiskey in his hand. He smiled fondly at the memory of the kiss on the corner of his mouth from Clara and he suddenly found himself missing her company. He swallowed, shook his head and went into town to drink. Unknown to him, he was being photographed left right and centre. When Clara went home, she took a long shower and started to investigate John Smith. She had found his magazine and his wikipedia page as well, which was funny to her for some reason. She clicked on the 'News' option and saw a lot of recent pictures. Paparazzis sometimes carried their professional cameras for better pictures but thanks to IPhones, they didn't have to anymore. She sighed and rang him. She had no obligation to do so, but she felt she should let him now. She turned off her laptop and laid in bed, her phone pressed into her ear.

John frowned and stared down at his phone as he arrived to eat in a restaurant, he saw that it was Clara and answered it immediately, "Miss Oswald?" He answered her, his accent thicker than usual. He ate his food quietly, noticing the occasional stares he was getting.

"Nice wikipedia page but that's not what I wanted to tell you." She yawned a little and excused herself. "Anyway, what I wanted to tell you is that you are being photographed, in case you didn't know." She got herself more comfortable in her bed.

"You alright?"

John raised his eyebrow, looking around the restaurant as he ordered a glass of Whiskey, "I'm being photographed? I'm used to it, Miss Oswald..." He laughed into the phone and finished his food, drinking down his Whiskey all in one once it arrived.

She chuckled a little. "Of course, of course, sir. Just letting you know..." Was she really just letting him know or did she wanted to just hear his stupid voice? She had a feeling it was the later.

John stood up after he had finished his meal and smirked to himself, "I'm going into town now for a drink, do you want me to stay on the phone with you?" He giggled quietly and exited the restaurant, not caring that people were following him. He walked into a nightclub, ordering a shot as he stayed on the phone with Clara.

"Well, you certainly got other stuff to do. I'd hate to impose, you know." She yawned again and made np effort to hide it.

"Actually, I guess I'll take a nap. Careful out there, okay? Next thing we need is a scandal of you banging hookers and snorting cocaine from a toilet seat."

John laughed loudly into his phone, raising an eyebrow, "Do you want me to bang hookers?" He questioned her, his jaw clenching at the thought of Clara being with other men.

She rolled her eyes. "No, silly. That's nasty. I'd rather you bang me, in all honesty." She chuckled and rolled around on her bed, not sure what else to say. She had never been good with personal phone calls.

John giggled into his phone and drank down a glass of Whiskey, "Oh, I'd love to. But if I recall, Miss Oswald, you said you were far too sore for me to fuck you..."

"I am, I'm not denying that." She laughed and stood from her bed. She stretched, causing her to moan a little. "You are a rigorous lover. Is tiring the person you are having sex with advisable, Mr. Smith?"

John raised his eyebrow as he heard Clara moan. He seemed to sit up straight in the chair he was sat in at the bar, "What was that?" He asked her, his tone defensive as he ignored her question. Was she sleeping with someone else as well as him?

"Mmm, what was what?" She asked confusedly, as she walked to the kitchen to get herself some milk.

John calmed himself down after he realised there was nothing to be jealous of and downed his Whiskey, clearing his throat, "Nothing, don't worry."

"Hmm, right. Wait a second, getting myself some milk." She put her phone on the counter, got herself a glass of milk and walked back to her room with her phone in hand. "Right. I'm back. So...Uh...I guess I'll see you at work, no?"

John nodded, talking to the bartender like he had started to do when Clara had vanished. He cleared his throat and answered her, "Yes, Miss Oswald, I'll see you at work. Have a lovely night." He said gently and hung up the phone.