Alfie wouldn't have thought that the grand old age of thirty six was actually old. But with each day that passed, bringing with it another ache and pain, he was truly starting to feel ancient. His head was pounding due to all of the paperwork he had to get through, and he really did wonder sometimes why he even bothered having an assistant if it was all left to him to double and triple check. His sciatica was playing up even with the unusually hot weather of late, and his hands were hurting him something chronic. Bloody arthritis. It was something he thought only old people got, which again just led him to believe that he was actually becoming one of them.

He looked up and growled something under his breath at the door when there was a knock upon it, feeling far too tired to even be bothered shouting at whoever was there but able to at least manage a scowl that would hopefully put the shits up whoever was there.

"Oh, hello love."

Alfie's face softened the moment he saw Niamh standing there in the doorway. It was funny how the aches of just a few moments ago seemed to dull somewhat when his eyes took in her beautiful face and the love that was written across it and aimed in his direction.

"What you doing here?" he made a move to stand up but she waved him off and hurried to the desk to greet him with a kiss on his cheek, before plonking herself down in front of him, her legs either side of his hips on the chair.

"I just wanted to come and see my lovely husband," she answered with a shrug, picking up a piece of paper from the desk and glancing down at it when she recognised her brother's writing.

"Hey, that's confidential," Alfie frowned, but he didn't try to take the paper from her.

Instead his hands found themselves on her calves, bare of stockings because it was far too fucking hot for them, and they wandered up her legs leisurely, a smirk twitching at his bearded mouth when he saw Niamh bite her bottom lip and furrow her brow in an attempt to pretend she was really taking in the writing that she was actually holding upside down. Reaching the tops of her thighs, Alfie's hands moved to grab at her hips when he came to a sudden halt and blinked. Lifting up the skirt of her dress slightly and leaning down to peer beneath it, he sat upright, hands once again back on her thighs, squeezing slightly, and grinned.

"Now I know it's hot love so I completely understand the lack of stockings but I aint sure if you realise you've forgotten your fucking knickers and all."

"Oh I wondered why Ishmael almost had a fit when my skirt blew up in the wind outside," Niamh muttered, her innocent facade crumbling into a cackle at the rage that flashed across Alfie's face. "I'm joking, Alfie. I know I'm not wearing knickers. I just figured that every time I end up here you only tear them to pieces anyway and so I'm starting to run short. Thought I'd save myself some money; well you, seeing as you're the one that pays for them."

"That right?" Alfie narrowed his eyes, running a hand across his mouth, stroking at his beard while his other hand pushed itself in between her closed thighs, drawing a line up her soaking wet slit with a finger. "Very fucking presumptuous of you to come in here when I'm busy working and thinking that I wanna waste my valuable time doing whatever it is you're thinking about doing."

"And it's very fucking presumptuous of you to think I came here for anything other than to cheer you up. It's you who can never keep his hands to himself. Or his cock."

"Oh you're gonna cheer me up alright, love," Alfie scoffed, sliding two fingers inside of her without warning and grabbing her by the throat. His nose was against her cheek, his full lips lightly grazing her flushed skin while his fingers curled up inside of her, right against that spongy spot that made her mouth part and a breathy moan pour out. He added his thumb, pressing it to her clit, and moved his digits in perfect synchronicity, his hand gripping her throat harder, squeezing and adding just enough pressure to make it difficult to catch her breath. "Coming in here with no fucking knickers on. Sitting alone in a car with another man with no fucking knickers on. Walking through my bakery, full of men who pretend they don't wish they could have a turn with you, with no fucking knickers on. You're a very naughty girl, Mrs Solomons, and do you know what I do to naughty girls? I punish them, don't I?" His fingers stopped moving and his eyes met hers, the dark lustfulness in them making her even more aroused. Loosening his grip on her neck ever so slightly, his fingers stopped moving just as he knew she was close to her release. "So what have you got to say for yourself, hm?"

"Fuck you," she smirked.

"Oh you are a wrong 'un," his own smirk was more of a sneer than anything else. "Well I reckon ten oughta be a good start."

Niamh groaned and squeezed her thighs together to ease some of the ache there as she watched him removing his belt slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Her breath was shallow and her heart racing wildly, and she jumped down from the desk, turning around and bending over the mahogany desk and lifting her skirt so that her bottom was bared to him.

"I'll make it for nine for such good behaviour," Alfie cooed, letting the palm of his hand rub across the fleshy pale skin waiting for him.

Niamh gasped with the first sting of the belt, which was followed swiftly by Alfie's fingers inside of her briefly. The second sting was harder, the mark it left on her redder and once again Alfie's fingers were torturing her, moving in and out of her, bringing her closer to release only to leave her empty again and whining desperately.

Three. Four. Five.

"Do you wanna come, love?" Alfie had a fistful of her hair and he yanked her up roughly, growling in her ear and rubbing her bottom with the palm of his hand.

"Please Alfie," she begged.

"Not sure you really want it," he decided with a snarl, forcing her head back down onto the desk and letting his leather belt bite at her again.

Six. Seven. Eight.

Niamh's eyes were watering this time when his fingers parted her from behind and he knelt down to press his mouth into her wet slit. His fingers moved to pinch at her clit while his tongue fucked her and the noises his mouth made against her sensitive flesh had her thighs tightening and her breath catching.

"Fuck," she sobbed when he stood up abruptly and she was about to take matters into her own hands literally when the final hit of the belt– this time considerably harder than before– made her stop and behave. "Alfie, please. Please. "

"Well you are asking so nicely, and you did take your punishment very well," he murmured, letting his fingers trail up her wet centre. "But I aint certain you're sorry for coming up here half dressed."

"I am," Niamh whispered desperately.

"Yeah?" his breath against her ear made her erupt in goosebumps. "You definitely sure about that?"

"Definitely," she nodded. "I'm so sorry and I won't do it again."

"Hmm," Alfie's fingers resumed their ministrations and he bit the side of her neck hard, marking her, not caring it would be visible to all of her ladies at her coffee morning the next day.

The sudden knock at the door made them both look up.

"Alfie, can I-"

"Do not come in that door Ollie," Alfie warned, one of his hands reaching around to pinch at Niamh's nipple through the thin material of her dress and brassiere while other hand moved steadily, the heel of his palm rubbing against her clit as his fingers squelched obscenely in and out of her. Head thrown back, mouth parted, hands clawing at the desk she was holding onto, Niamh could think of nothing but reaching her release.

"But Alfie, it's Sabini he-"

"Fuck off, Ollie. I mean it. Fuck off and-"

"I know you're busy right but I-"

"Ollie I swear to fucking God, fuck the fuck off and- oh fuck, yes!" Niamh yelled, her thighs clamping together around Alfie's fingers and her orgasm finally hitting her like a fucking freight train. She couldn't stop the sounds that escaped her mouth and Alfie couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped his when Ollie's footsteps disappeared down the stairs hurriedly.

Trying to catch her breath, Niamh closed her eyes as Alfie drew out the last of her release and she smiled when he grabbed her face to kiss her, his tongue dancing with hers languidly. She turned around, and leaned against the desk for support, stroking Alfie's bearded cheeks and resuming the kiss. When her hand reached down to palm him through the front of his trousers, Alfie groaned and squeezed his eyes shut hard.

"Love," he tore his mouth from hers with difficulty and sighed. "I really need to go and sort out whatever the fuck Ollie was having a fit about. But I tell you what? You wait right there on that sofa and when I come back I'll fuck you on it, yeah?"

"I think I might just go home," Niamh shrugged, her eyes twinkling devilishly as she began to right her skewered clothing and pat down her hair. "You're clearly busy and-"

"No no," Alfie pointed a finger at her. "Don't you be trying that trick young lady. Coming in here and getting me all riled up only to fuck off once you're all sorted out. No, you're gonna sit right there and if you're not there and waiting for my cock the second I walk back through the door, you're gonna be in for it."

"Is that a threat or a promise?"