Serena's eyes flickered, her breath caught in her throat. She hesitated, her lips parting as if the words were just beyond her reach. She wanted to fight it, to keep some semblance of the control she'd clung to for so long, but it was slipping away, melting under the heat of his touch. His fingers traced slow circles against her skin, igniting every nerve in her body.
"I…" Her voice cracked, barely audible. She bit her lip, her eyes locking onto his with shame and hunger. "I need to be loved."
Dick's grip tightened slightly, pulling her even closer, his body pressing firmly against hers. He could feel the tension in her, the struggle between what she wanted and what she thought she should resist. But there was no going back now.
"That's right," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "You need me. You've always needed someone to take the weight off your shoulders, haven't you?"
Serena nodded, her hands gripping his shirt as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded. The years of carrying Sirius's estate, of burying her own desires and needs, had left her brittle. And now, here was Dick, offering her an escape from all of it.
She let out a shaky breath, her body relaxing slightly against him. "I don't want to put on a front anymore," she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of the confession. "I just want to be loved, be seen."
A slow, satisfied smile crept onto Dick's lips. "Good," he said softly, his hand sliding down her back, tracing the curve of her spine. "Then stop fighting it."
With that, he pulled her in for another kiss, harder this time, more demanding. Serena melted into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with a desperation that surprised even her. It was like she was unraveling in his arms, piece by piece, and she couldn't stop herself from wanting more.
Dick's hands moved on her body, sliding beneath her blouse and tugging it over her head in one swift motion. Serena gasped, her body exposed to the cool air, but before she could react, his hands were on her again, warm and firm against her bare skin.
"You're beautiful," he murmured against her neck, his lips trailing down her throat. She shivered at the compliment, her body arching into his touch as his hands explored every inch of her. For the first time in years, Serena felt seen—really seen—and it terrified her.
But it also thrilled her.
Dick's mouth found the sensitive skin just below her collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste her as his hands slid down to the waistband of her skirt. With a practiced ease, he unzipped it, letting the fabric fall to the floor in a soft heap. Serena stood before him in nothing but her lace bra and panties, her breath coming in shallow, rapid bursts as she watched him, waiting for his next move.
"Tell me, Serena," Dick said, his voice low. "Do you want me to take you right here? Make you forget all about Sirius, about the estate, about everything that's been weighing you down?"
Her heart pounded in her chest, the truth of his words hitting her harder than she expected. She had spent so long trying to hold everything together, trying to be the perfect servant, the perfect for Sirius, the perfect everything. But now? Now she just wanted to be taken, even if it was only for a moment.
"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
A satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he stepped back, his hands moving to unbutton his shirt. Serena watched, her pulse quickening as the fabric fell away, revealing the hard lines of his chest, the powerful muscles that tensed beneath his skin. Her eyes followed his every movement, her body trembling with anticipation as he made quick work of the rest of his clothes.
In one fluid motion, Dick lifted her, placing her on the edge of the desk, his hands spreading her thighs wide as he stepped between them. Serena gasped, her body arching into him as the hard length of his cock pressed against her soaked panties. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she let out a soft moan, her hands gripping the edge of the desk for support.
Dick growled, his voice rough with desire as he pushed her panties aside, exposing her to him. He didn't wait for her to respond—didn't need to. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, filling her completely.
Serena cried out, her body trembling as the sensation overwhelmed her. It was too much, too fast, but she couldn't bring herself to care. All she could do was hold on as Dick took her, his thrusts hard and relentless, each one sending a shockwave of pleasure through her entire body.
She had never felt anything like this before. With Marc, it had always been mechanical, a routine she went through out of obligation rather than passion. But with Dick? It was raw, intense, and Serena couldn't get enough of it.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he fucked her harder, faster, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the tension building inside her, the pleasure coiling tighter with each thrust, until finally, it snapped.
Serena came with a scream, her body convulsing around him as the orgasm tore through her. Dick didn't slow down, driving into her again and again, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until she was a trembling, gasping mess beneath him.
Dick smirked, not slowing at all. "How frustrated were you, for you to come so quickly?" His voice was laced with amusement, knowing full well the answer. Serena's cheeks flushed crimson at his words, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release.
Before she could respond, Dick grabbed her hips and turned her over, bending her across the desk. The wood was cool against her skin, and she shivered, her body arching instinctively as he spread her legs wider. She let out a soft whimper, her fingers clutching the edge of the desk, desperate to ground herself as he positioned himself behind her.
Without hesitation, Dick thrust into her again, harder this time, and Serena gasped, her breath hitching at the sensation of being completely filled. She could feel the heat of him, the raw power in his movements as he claimed her over and over. There was no hesitation, no gentleness—just pure, unrelenting dominance.
"You've spent too long pretending, Serena," he growled, his hand gripping her waist tightly, keeping her in place as he drove into her. "Hiding behind your work, behind your duty. But this is who you really are, isn't it?"
Serena moaned, her body betraying her once again as the pleasure surged through her. She couldn't deny it. Not anymore. All the years of control, of holding everything together, had melted away under his touch, leaving her exposed and desperate for more.
"Yes," she gasped, her voice shaky. "I need this… I need you."
Dick's hand slid up her back, fingers curling into her hair as he yanked her head back, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were dark, filled with lust and satisfaction as he took in the sight of her—flushed, trembling, completely at his mercy.
"You'll only ever get this from me," he muttered, his voice low, but filled with a dangerous edge. "No one else can give you what you need. Say it."
Serena whimpered, her body quivering beneath him as the words spilled from her lips. "Only you," she whispered, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "No one else…"
Dick's smirk widened, his pace quickening, each thrust harder than the last. He watched with satisfaction as Serena's moans turned into desperate cries, her body writhing beneath him as she edged closer and closer to another climax.
"Good girl," he muttered, his grip tightening in her hair as he drove into her with relentless force. "Now come for me again."
Serena's body responded instantly, her walls tightening around him as the orgasm tore through her. She cried out, her fingers digging into the desk as her entire body convulsed with the intensity of it. Dick didn't stop, didn't slow—he rode out every wave of her release, pushing her to the very limit.
When she finally collapsed against the desk, her body spent and trembling, Dick pulled out of her, watching as she lay there, panting, her skin glistening with sweat. He stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of her—completely wrecked, completely his.
But he wasn't done yet.
Without a word, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her up and flipping her around so she was facing him. Serena's eyes were half-lidded, her breath still coming in short, ragged bursts as she looked up at him. All he could see lust and excitement in her gaze.
Dick cupped her chin, tilting her head up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. "You're mine now," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. "Understand?"
Serena nodded weakly, her lips parting as she whispered, "Yes, I'm yours."
Satisfied, Dick leaned down, capturing her lips in a rough, demanding kiss. Serena melted into him, her body pliant and willing as his hands roamed over her, claiming every inch of her once again.
Dick felt heat rise within him, a low growl rumbling deep in his throat as his cock throbbed inside Serena, every thrust sending a surge of pleasure through his body. She was wrecked beneath him.
Serena's body arched beneath him, hips rocking to meet his thrusts, the friction between them driving her wild. He could see it in her face—the desperation, the need. She was too far gone now, no longer thinking about Sirius, about the estate, about anything but the pleasure Dick was giving her.
With a low growl, he thrust into her one final time, his cock tapping against her womb as he released, filling her with everything he had. The sensation sent Serena over the edge, her entire body convulsing beneath him as her orgasm tore through her. She screamed his name, her voice hoarse, her nails digging into his back as she came hard, her walls tightening around him, milking every last drop of his release.
Dick's breath came in ragged gasps as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm, his body trembling from the intensity of it. He stayed inside her for a moment longer, enjoying the way she shivered beneath him, her body limp and spent.
Finally, he pulled out, watching as she collapsed onto the desk, her chest heaving, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Serena didn't move for a while, her breath coming in slow, shallow gasps as she tried to collect herself. She glanced up at him, her eyes dazed, a small, content smile playing on her lips.
"Thank you…" she whispered, her voice barely audible, but filled with gratitude, like she'd just been given a gift she didn't know she needed.
Dick grinned, eyes flicking down to the mess between her legs, his cum dripping from her. "Anytime."
Serena slowly pushed herself up from the desk, her legs trembling slightly as she adjusted her skirt. Her body still hummed with the aftershocks of their encounter, but the woman was regaining her composure, her breath coming out in slow exhalations. She turned to face him, her eyes flicking up to meet his, and without hesitation, she pulled him in for a deep kiss, her lips soft but hungry against his.
Dick's hands found her chest instinctively, and a low, satisfied growl escaped him as he pulled her closer. Her skin was still warm beneath his touch, but this kiss wasn't like the desperate, lust-filled ones they'd shared earlier. There was something different in it now—something calmer, almost contemplative.
Serena pulled back just enough to look at him, her lips slightly swollen, her eyes dark with something deeper than just physical satisfaction. "Do you know why I always admired Sirius?" she asked quietly, her voice a soft murmur as she pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Dick raised an eyebrow, his hands still resting on her waist. He shook his head slightly, waiting for her to continue.
She moved her lips down to his neck, her breath warm against his skin, then trailed lower, kissing along his chest, her words confession and realization. "He could figure me out like I was just a book… something he could read with a single look. Or so I thought." Her lips brushed over his collarbone, lingering there for a second before she pulled back, meeting his gaze once more. "But I realized it wasn't him at all. It was me. I was the one telling him all my stories, giving him all the pieces without him having to ask."
Dick's smirk widened slightly, his fingers curling around her waist as he pulled her closer, the warmth of her body pressing against his. "But you... I never took you seriously. Yet, you could read me, Sirius, everything, as if nothing could escape your notice," she said softly.
Dick could see she was burning still. Wanting him to fuck her senseless until there was no tomorrow, but it was enough for now. He let his hands fall from her waist, stepping back and giving her space to compose herself. Serena stood there, breathing heavily, her body still trembling from the intensity of what they'd just shared. She wasn't just physically satisfied—she was unraveling mentally, coming to terms with the release of everything she'd been holding inside for years.
Dick didn't say anything as he adjusted his shirt. Serena's eyes lingered on him, half-lidded with desire, a deep, lingering satisfaction still burning in her gaze. She was pulling her pants back on, the waistband snapping into place with a soft thud. The office was a mess—ledger on the ground, pen across the room, her bra dangling from the lamp like a forgotten afterthought. The desk itself? A rumble of papers.
He strolled over, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Get back to work," he said softly, "but don't devote yourself to it anymore."
Serena blinked, her breath catching as her gaze hardened. There was a shift, subtle but there—a glint of defiance that hadn't been there before. "Never," she replied, her tone sharp.
A promise. She had changed, and they both knew it. She wouldn't be the woman chained to Sirius's every whim anymore.
Dick chuckled softly, stepping closer until there was barely a breath between them. "Good." He ran a finger down the curve of her neck, feeling her shiver beneath his touch. "You shouldn't."
She pulled her blouse together, fingers still shaking slightly as she buttoned it up. Her voice was steady though, no hesitation. "What now?" she asked.
Kissing her one more time, Dick whispered against her lips, "Now, be free."
Serena trembled under his touch, her lips parting slightly as if to protest, but nothing came. She melted into the kiss, her body relaxing, submitting to the warmth of him. Yet, despite his words, they both knew the truth. She wasn't free—not really. She had just swapped cages, jumping from the iron grip of Sirius to something less constricting, more intoxicating. And she didn't mind. In fact, she welcomed it.
As her breath hitched, she nodded, her fingers gripping his shirt. Dick pulled back, smirking as he watched her eyes flutter open. "Get back to work, Serena," he murmured, his tone teasing but firm. "We've got an estate to run, remember?"
She bit her lip, catching her breath as she adjusted her blouse. There was no snark left in her, no cold efficiency. That woman was gone, replaced by someone who knew her place, and for the first time in years, Serena seemed at peace with it. As if surrendering control had been the release she didn't even know she craved.
"I'll be in touch," Dick said, stepping back, his gaze lingering on her one last time before turning to leave. The door clicked shut behind him, and for a moment, Serena just stood there, her chest heaving.