From all the things you’re grateful for while working for this company, the dress code was definitely high on the list.

At your former job, the sheer brutality of unnecessary dress codes, rules, and formality was so unbearable you had quit for your own sanity. The wages were decent, but everything and everyone was so fake, severely polite and formal in a way that was almost sickening. It was almost as if your ex co-workers had an automated, robotically emotionless response system of ‘Good morning’, ‘good afternoon’, ‘how are you?’, and ‘have a good day/night’ each and everyday.

Your clothes were so strictly regulated that you had to carefully pick out what you wore the night before. So much that you had just ended up wearing the same ‘acceptable’ outfit everyday. And apparently, what’s ‘acceptable’ was wearing uncomfortable pencil skirts and heels for eight hours daily as if pleasing the male high-ups in your workplace was apart of your goddamn job.

It really does get to a point, because the moment you found a hiring company called ‘Raven LTD’, you were out of there in no time. Good riddance.

Because here, you were not required to look pleasant for anyone if you were doing your damn job right. It got in your nerves just how audacious men were in workplaces where females shared the space. It should be the bare minimum, but it wasn’t. Unfortunately.

But you weren’t about to complain about this company doing that as a bare minimum when it was already so rare, so you might as well appreciate it. It was a sense of freedom you didn’t know of until you started to work here.

Even your feet had thanked you personally by no longer aching from those heels you formerly had to wear daily.

You entered the elevator, clicking on the button to take you to your floor from the ground level. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you definitely looked a lot better than ever before. Especially when you were treated like an actual human being and not a machine.

With a small ding, the elevator had stopped. The doors parting to reveal the polished marble floors and tall windows overlooking the city.

The moment you stepped through, the scene before you almost immediately made you pause.

Your boss, AKA the great merciless Jude Jazza, was down right scolding an employee. Everyone was quiet, almost sweating while focusing on everything but the current scene.

This is the kind of scene you would never imagine witnessing at your former job, this sort of humanity. Or at least...this honest display. Not the strained smiles and careful words that made you rethink your life, where any small mistake was unforgivable.

Mr. Jazza is compassionate, he gave second chances, but he wasn’t nice about it. If he was going to let go of a mistake, he’d scold you about it first.

“I toldja t’hand it to Ellis, why the hell didja give it t’anyone else? Thought I was bein’ clear enough with my instructions, ya daft brat.” He looked pissed, but honestly, when did he not?

“I-I’m so sorry, Mr. Jazza! I thought because they were already on the way to your office—“ the man stammered before cutting himself off at the sound of Jude’s loud ‘tsk’.

“What a shite reason t’defy my orders. Look, I’ll letcha off the hook this once, but ya deliberately make yer own plans when my words had already went into yer ears again, and I won’t be kind t’ya again. Scram.” The man looked scared and relieved at once before scrambling away. Only then, did he finally turn to your direction, his eyes landing onto you in the path to the elevator.

Everyone in Raven likes or at least respects Jude, even if he was a bully, he was fair to all of his employees. And he trusted all the people he personally chose to hire. And Jude didn’t hire anyone who didn’t fit his standards. He knows his personally picked workers capable, hence why he offers multiple chances to them at all.

“Hah...well look at that, ain’t it the new gal comin’ t’get thoroughly bullied?” he approached you slowly, his tone as sadistically teasing as ever. “Yer late.” He deadpanned with a bored expression. “What’s yer excuse? Are ya gonna tell me it’s cause ya ‘haven’t gotten used t’yer new schedule’? Heard it a million times, ain’t no decent excuse.”

He brushed past you, pressing the button and looking back only briefly. “Ya surely don’t think I’m lettin’ ya off easy, do ya? Come with me, I’m interested in how yer plannin’ t’save yer skin.” He didn’t wait, he expected obedience. You knew he’d let you off, but Jude doesn’t let any opportunity of teasing and bullying anyone interesting go.

You followed, the elevator began to ascend to the higher levels leading to his office. He didn’t speak, he just stared at you with that same expression of boredom. As if searching for that strained, scared smile he craved laughing at.

“Ya do know that I don’t let slackers off the hook for free, don’tcha? What’re you planning t’do as payment, then? Maybe I’ll let it go if I decide t’work ya t’the bone. Or maybe yer thinkin’ o’ better ways t’apologise t’yer boss. I’ll hear ya, how does that sound?” His lips finally formed that wicked smirk that indicated he was in his good mood, and by good mood, in Jazza terms, it was actually his sadistic mode. But in his language, it was the same thing.

“Ha...ya sure are takin’ yer sweet time thinkin’. What’s goin through yer head? I’ll bet it’s something filthy, fittin’ fer a bird like yerself. Are ya gonna try ‘n deny it?” He scrutinised you for a moment before finally leaning back as if he confirmed something. “...knew it, nasty bird.”

He pulled out his cigarette pack, not opening it before he’d yet to arrive to his floor. “Ya like what I’m implyin’, don’tcha? Say no, it’ll just make me laugh t’tears.”

The sounds of skin slapping and embarrassingly loud squelching had long escaped your mind since the first time he had touched you.

All you could focus on now on how good he was making you feel. His long fingers inside you doing wonders your own fingers couldn’t hope to rival before abruptly pulling out to sharply smack your wet cunt and re-entering you quick enough to expel the air out of your lungs

“Pff—look at that face, what a nasty princess...getting off of yer boss’s fingers. It ain’t like I expected a shred o’ basic decency from such a shameless woman like you.” He openly teased you to tears and then mocked them.

“What d’ya think yer co-workers are gonna say when they find out how ya’ve been gettin’ all these bonuses, eh? Bet they’ll think yer just bein’ the cute, hardworkin’ woman ya make yerself out t’be.” Pull out, another sharp punishing smack.

He never gave you what you wanted so easily. He loved bullying you more than anything else, even if it meant holding himself back. His bulge straining painfully, but your tearful expressions were definitely worth the hold.

He parted your legs further and got in between, not bothering to remove his own clothes yet, instead, grinding against you slowly. Dragging your orgasm out of you before he even decided to give permission.

He wanted you to do it without permission, force it out of you so he can punish you for it. There was nothing he enjoyed more than the look of pure frustration on your face when he ignored your real desire.

He groaned lowly as the pace picked up, aiming at your clit until you came undone. Uncontrollably, entirely his fault. You tried to glare at him, but it was hardly even half-intimidating.

“Tch...yer nothin’ but a small fry. don’t recall givin’ ya permission t’cum, this calls fer punishment, don’tcha think?” He awaited the reaction he craved so much and smiled unashamedly when he received it. “Haah...that face o’ yours never gets old, all cute and scrunched up.” He pulled away slowly, watching your release sliding down your thighs and staining his pants.

He shoved his fingers covered in your juices into your mouth, his other hand sliding a metal black card into your hand with two fingers before flipping you over and landing a sharp smack to your ass.

“Keep makin’ more o’ those cute noises. that’s fer round one...round two’s gonna getcha a paid vacation trip, but I won’t go easy. Ya better stay conscious if ya want that trip. keep those eyes open, princess, I ain’t done.”

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