Hello! Midnightwings96 here! I'm so excited and honored to provide the first installment of the "All in the Family" one shot collection. I wrote this a long time ago, before Til Death Do Us Part had even been started yet. Team Damon and I had been discussing the backstories and characters and such, and just...the very idea of CEO!Bratva!Loki and Aemilia just KILLS me. So...I wrote a thing about them as a little snapshot into their dynamic. With THINGS.

Keep in mind this is within Team Damon and I's little Bratva!Universe, so...you might want to check out the main story just for some context. Which is why Loki is called "Lukas" here. This also takes place before Summer's entrance into the story. I imagine Aemilia has been co-CEO of Pierce Consolidated for about a year now.

Anyway! I really hope you enjoy this, and please drop me a review and let me know what you think! Aside from Ruin, this is kind of my first writing debut into this new little universe we've created, and I'm so excited to be a part of it! ~Midnightwings96

A/N #2: hey everyone! So I am super excited about this new little side project along with midnightwings96, and before we jump in I just wanted to thank you all in advance for reading AND thank midnightwings96 for writing this lovely little piece of Lukas & Aemilia's backstory :) now, full-length backstories of Bucky and Loki are both forthcoming and won't be posted here but on their own since they'll both be massively long. This is a much more general collection that'll involve EVERYONE and hopefully cover everything from Natasha's backstory to Scott and Summer's previous relationship, how Sam got his start in the Bratva, stuff like that :) so I hope you all enjoy, and let us know what you think! :D - Team Damon :)

Don't Mess With the Boss Lady

Aemilia had always prided herself on her patience. Throughout the years, her tolerance had been tried and tested many times over and then over again. Very few things made her truly angry. She had learned from a young age – thanks to the ridiculous antics of her mother and a nonexistent father figure – that wasting time, sitting around being angry at everything unfair or wrong was just simply absurd. She had things to do, goals to accomplish; it was always better to fix the problem with a level head, or accept things as they were and move on.

It was only until after Aemilia met, fell hard in love, and married Lukas that she discovered her true Achilles' heel, the thing that immediately set her blood boiling and her fists itching to punch something.

Jealousy.

Of course, most of the time the girls were harmless, so she really didn't think much about it. No. Aemilia only ever saw red when some pinheaded girl with an itch to scratch and a love of money would blatantly flirt with her husband, knowing full well who he was and who he was married to.

Lukas never paid them any mind. Aemilia was never ever worried about his faithfulness. She was the only woman he would ever want, and Lukas always made sure she knew that. The problem was, Lukas had a tendency to never set those few persistent girls straight.

She was pretty sure he did it on purpose, too, because he just loved to see his normally cool, calm, and collected wife get worked up and angry. Perhaps she did it to herself, because anytime one of those girls would come around, Aemilia almost always retaliated by getting Lukas alone, shoving him up against a wall, and…well, fucking him blind.

Lukas never had to deal with this kind of shit, though, because pretty much every man they ever encountered knew better than to flirt with his wife, lest they want to ruin their careers or get their arm snapped in half.

However, despite the handful of persistent girls that had come Lukas's way, Aemilia always kept her cool, dealing with them discretely. There was no need to make a scene.

That is, until Ilyana Richter came along.

Ugh, the very thought of that fake, blonde, bimbo of an intern made Aemilia's skin crawl. From the moment that girl sashayed into their office with sky high red heels, a skirt so tight it was a wonder it even zipped, and a tiny little blouse with the top 3 buttons undone, Aemilia hated her with every fiber of her being. It was both alarming and exhilarating.

Ilyana had been at the office for nearly a month when all Hell broke loose.

She was specifically interning for Aemilia and Lukas's head assistant, Darcy, so she – unfortunately – worked the front desk outside the couple's personal shared office and the main conference room. One particular week, Aemilia had noticed how much the stringy blonde would get this tiny, devious little smirk while on her computer, like she was had a dirty little plan. Aemilia had a gut feeling that plan had everything to do with her husband, and she was just dying to know the details.

It took her 10 minutes that Friday to gain access to that little imp's computer and read the secret, obscene conversations she had been having with a friend about Lukas's dick and what she was going to do with it. Apparently she was going to seduce him and make him fall in love with her, thus spurring him to divorce Aemilia. Then they'd get hitched, and she would laugh all the way to the bank.

The plan was laughable, really, but the humor and absurdity of it did nothing to quench the white hot rage that simmered deep within her upon reading it.

Aemilia looked up from the printed messages, gazing through the glass wall between her office and that of the front desk. Lukas was currently out there, looking utterly sinful in a grey suit, casually speaking with the head of security on some new accommodations. Darcy was milling about, as were some lower level assistants, secretaries, and security guards. It was quite the bustling afternoon.

She watched as Ilyana gathered a stack of forms from the front desk, stand up, and slink her way towards Lukas. She had on another strangling pencil skirt and tacky silver heels, probably in an ill-fated attempt to accentuate what little of an ass she had. Aemilia could actually see the lace of her obvious push-up bra peeking from the low neckline of her red top. The nerve of that God-forsaken woman.

The girl approached Lukas, who merely glanced at her before focusing his attention on the forms in her hand. He reached for them, but she "accidentally" dropped them, sending the papers scattering to the floor. Aemilia's scowl deepened as Ilyana clearly apologized and dropped to the floor to retrieve them. She saw Lukas's jaw subtly twinge in annoyance before going for the papers as well.

As they collected all of them, Ilyana brushed her hand up against his leg for a split second before rising to her feet. Aemilia knew Lukas noticed it – how could he not? – but he didn't acknowledge it. He said something frivolous, and Ilyana threw her head back and laughed like she'd never heard something so funny. Then she actually put her hand on his arm and squeezed lightly, before flipping her bleach-damaged hair over her shoulder and returning to her desk. Lukas hadn't even bothered to look her way and continued on with his previous conversation.

The very moment that that naïve girl laid a hand on her husband, Aemilia decided there was no better time than the present to put an end to Ilyana's plan. And she was going to enjoy every single moment of it.

Grabbing the printed messages in an angrily clenched grip, she rose from her desk and walked out of the office, heels powerfully clacking on the floor with each step. Lukas looked up and smiled at her upon her entrance, but his face immediately turned concerned after noting Aemilia's palpable scowl.

Casting a quick glare at the front desk, she turned to Lukas, feeling Ilyana's eyes on her the entire time.

"Darling, is everything okay?" Lukas asked, placing an affectionate hand on the small of her back.

Aemilia forced a smile and said tightly, "Oh, no, something has definitely come up, but…I'm about to put an end to it right now."

"Should I be worried?" he warily inquired, feeling anger radiate off her in waves.

She smiled again before placing a delicate kiss on his cheek. Her voice dropped an octave, darkly saying, "Not yet. I have someone else to take care of first." Then, she turned around, leaving him in utter confusion as she stalked towards the front desk.

Lukas looked at his wife in alarm before noticing her destination, and a sly, devious grin slowly appeared on his lips when he realized what was actually going on. Oh, this was going to be a lovely way to wrap up the work week.

"Miss Richter."

Ilyana looked up from her computer, clearly surprised to see Aemilia. That made sense, since Aemilia had pretty much made sure that she had the least amount of direct interaction with the woman as possible in an attempt to remain civilized. No more, it seemed.

She blinked three times before managing to say, "Mrs. Montgomery! How can I help you?"

Thankfully, Aemilia's old theatre chops pulled through in creating a perfectly polite and genuine smile. "Oh, nothing, I was just curious as to how you've been acclimating into your new job."

That certainly wasn't what she had been expecting. Little did she know. "Oh! Uh, well, it's been great! I really enjoy it."

Aemilia nodded. "Good, good. Ms. Lewis is a wonderful lady. I'm sure she's been doing a wonderful job at showing you the ropes."

"Yes, definitely."

"Have you made any new friends while here?" Aemilia asked cordially, leaning against the desk, messages rolled up at her side.

"Uh, yes, ma'am. A few girls here and there."

"…Any man catch your eye?" Aemilia asked, expression completely neutral.

Ilyana's blue eyes widened dramatically and a light flush colored her cheeks. God, she really is not good at this, Aemilia thought smugly. "W-what?"

Aemilia glanced down at her blouse for a fraction of a second before looking back at her nervous face. "I know an outfit intended for seduction when I see one, Miss Richter. I was simply wondering who the object of your affections was. Perhaps I know him?"

Ilyana's eyes shifted uncomfortably. "Oh, uh, probably not. He works on one of the…lower floors," she lied.

Aemilia nodded again, getting so much satisfaction out of watching the woman squirm. It made it worth staving off her anger for a bit. With an exhale, Aemilia leaned further on the desk and said quietly, "Let me give you some advice, Miss Richter."

Warily, she replied, "…Of course."

"First off, seduction is all about subtlety," she began, a smirk toying at her lips. "It's in a darkened look of the eye or a softly whispered word. It's all about countenance and the aura of sensuality you exude, not a low cut blouse. Let their imagination run wild and do the work for you; don't spoil the surprise by being obvious."

Ilyana clearly had no clue what to make of Aemilia's intentions, including whether she should be grateful for the advice or offended. Luckily for her, she was about to make it abundantly clear.

For the first time, Aemilia let her eyes flash with anger. "Remember. Subtlety is key." Gritting her jaw, she added, "Especially if the man is married."

If Ilyana's eyes widened any further, they'd pop out of her head. She stammered futilely, clearly realizing what was happening, and Aemilia relished in the rush of fury that filled her down to her fingertips.

"Secondly," she bit, loud enough that it got other workers' attention. "If you're trying to seduce your boss, don't talk about it on company computers, where, say, his wife, who is also equally your boss, has complete access to it, hmm?" To emphasize her point, she slammed the messages down on the desk with a loud smack, garnering the attention of the entirety of the office.

Good. Let them watch.

Ilyana continued to gape like the most obnoxious of fish as Aemilia went on, almost giddy with rage and satisfaction of watching her squirm. "I must say, you really put a lot of thought into your plan. You really got down to the gritty details." Her voice deliberately raised for everyone to hear. "Let's see….my favorite part was when you said, 'Then, I'm going to fuck him so hard that he'll have to leave that stuck up, boring bitch he's chained to.'" Aemilia put her hand to her heart in mock dismay and falsely whined, "Oh, you wound me."

Aemilia took a split second to cast a glance around the room. Everyone was dead silent, staring with wide eyes at the scene. Whether it was because of the subject that was being discussed or watching Mrs. Montgomery uncharacteristically blow up, she didn't know. It was probably a bit of both.

Meanwhile, Lukas had a smirk planted on his face that merely grew with each word out of Aemilia's mouth.

"I must say," she continued, "I've never been accused of being boring before. My husband certainly doesn't think so, right, dear?" she called, but before he could even think to actually respond, she added darkly, "At least, that's the message I was receiving this morning when I had him tied to my bed, screaming my name."

That got a few people whispering. Ilyana, meanwhile, was the equivalent shade of an overripe tomato: a sickly mixture of severe humiliation, embarrassment, and anger. "Tell me," she said with an unsettling grin, "Did you really think you would be successful? Did you actually think you would end up on top?"

When Aemilia was only met with more pitiful, incomprehensible sputtering, she started stalking around the desk. "Let me enlighten you, Miss Richter. You were simply doomed from the start. For two reasons, specifically. One, my husband would never give the likes of you the time of day. Or any woman aside from me, really. It's best that everyone knows that; it will save them the effort." She reached Ilyana's side of the desk then, getting so close that she could see the blonde try to stifle a cringe. Aemilia then leaned down to be eye-level with her. Her voice menacingly threatening, she growled, "And two: you do not want to fuck with me. So, in light of your pitiful attempt to do so, get your things and find yourself a new job before I charge you with sexual harassment."

That finally got her to speak. "No! You can't fire me! You can't do this! My daddy will—"

Aemilia cut her off with a full bodied laugh. "Oh! Your daddy? I know Mr. Richter personally. He's an entitled, arrogant son of a bitch. I can see where you get it from. But I'll let you in on a little secret that maybe you weren't aware of. He's one of my personal clients. If it weren't for me, your imbecilic father would've run his company into the ground from catastrophically lost poker games, whiskey he couldn't afford, and hookers. If I hadn't stepped in and got your father's miserable act together, you would be living in the streets! So, you think your pathetic 'daddy' can do anything? Please, I own your daddy," she spat, words brutally cutting despite her calm and collected tone.

Ilyana practically folded within herself, too humiliated and flustered to come up with one more syllable. Then, Aemilia suddenly straightened up, satisfied smirk still firmly in place, and calmly said, "Again, gather your things and get out of my building. I'm sure my lovely Head of Security, Mr. Wilson, would be happy to escort you out."

Triumphant, Aemilia turned on her heels to come face to face with Lukas, who bore a stunned expression, absolutely teeming with pride and sheer disbelief at her display. Oh, she thought, he hasn't seen the half of it. Aemilia still had further plans. Looking at him squarely from across the room, she said, "I need to speak with you in our office. Now."

Lukas's eyebrows raised towards his hairline, but with a nod of his head and a tiny quirk of his lips, he made his way to their office as she followed. Just before Aemilia shut the door behind them, she turned to see the rest of the office workers still staring at her in shock, aside from Darcy, who was struggling to hold back laughter. "I need to speak with my husband. No disturbances, am I clear?"

When she got a slow, collective nod from everyone, she shut and locked the door, immediately pulling the privacy curtains.

Before she could turn around, she felt Lukas's sudden presence behind her, their bodies not quite touching, but his cool breath against her neck. Aemilia had to hold back a smile. She knew all too well how he was affected when watching her…assert her dominance, so to speak, and this was the most blatant display of it he'd ever seen. What could she say? He had the tendency to bring out both her best and more primal qualities.

"…Did you enjoy that?" she asked slyly, back still facing him.

She waited with bated breath for his answer, and after what felt like minutes, he finally responded. "Even after these years, you still manage to surprise me. You are…exquisite beyond measure. It's thrilling to watch you so…ardently claim what is yours," he breathed lowly, just barely brushing his fingertips against her arm.

That turned her around. She looked up to see his face relaxed, but his eyes betrayed him, the poignant green color disappearing against his dilating pupils. Her gaze grew intense, that eternal spark between them beginning to ignite. Her voice low and velvety, she firmly replied, "You are mine." His breath caught in his throat at her words, her possessiveness incredibly sexy. "If anyone tries to challenge me, I will always put them in their place."

He swallowed. "And I will always enjoy witnessing it."

She stepped closer, their chests now touching. She gently took his navy tie in one hand, admiring the soft silk under her fingertips. "You know what's about to happen, right?" Her heated eyes flashed up to meet his.

One eyebrow drew upwards as he replied, "You're too unpredictable to specifically say, but I would bet that it's something I will greatly enjoy."

Her grip suddenly tightened around the tie and she harshly pulled him forward with a wild glint in her gaze. Lukas's eyes widened just barely in surprise. "Oh no," she whispered huskily, "No. You let her touch you, knowing full well how I would react, and now you expect me to just quickly fuck you up against the wall just to get it out of my system? That would be a reward. You deserve to be punished."

She felt him begin to harden against her stomach from her words, his dress pants too thin to conceal even the slightest of arousal. A proud, devilish smirk toyed at her lips. Aemilia took all too much pride in how proficiently she could play her husband's body like a fine-tuned instrument.

His breath came unevenly as he roughly replied, "Then punish me."

Aemilia's heart pounded in her chest at his statement, excitement and need bubbling up and threatening to boil over. Lukas was always generous to let her have some dominion over him when she wanted, despite his dominant and commanding nature, and she never took that lightly. She planned on making this something neither of them would never, ever forget.

The couple made searing eye contact before Aemilia yanked him down by his tie for a sudden, open-mouthed, hungry kiss that made Lukas's head spin. There was no build up, no preparation as the two collided, utterly devouring and grasping at one another. She slowly moved him backwards, still poignantly aware of his quickly growing arousal all the while.

When the back of Lukas's legs finally touched one of the chairs in front of his desk, she immediately shoved him down onto the black leather. He landed with a slight grunt of surprise and looked up at her with a hazy, heady expression.

Her greedy eyes took the time to really take him in. His raven hair was in disarray with two particularly teasing strands falling in his heavy-lidded green eyes. Though, ultimately Aemilia preferred her husband the most in nothing at all, his fully dressed state in that tailored grey suit was a close second. His tie was heavily loosened, and the buttons of his starched white shirt strained against his heaving chest. Then, his impossibly long legs were sprawled before him, completely open and unabashed, the outline of his full desire for her painfully obvious. He was just…stunning, and she wanted him totally at her mercy. Aemilia unconsciously bit at her bottom lip in anticipation and made a flash decision.

Lukas watched with utmost attention and intensity as his wife's fingers suddenly went to her light blue blouse and began swiftly unbuttoning it. His mouth started watering as the fabric parted to reveal her deliciously ample breasts, covered with expensive ivory lace. She pulled the shirt complete free and carelessly tossed it on the floor. Then, she turned around with a smirk, hands going to her perfectly snug pencil skirt and deftly dragging the zipper down. The skirt peeled away and hit the floor, her gorgeous curves fully on display along with the matching lace panties.

When she leisurely turned around, Lukas groaned so low in his throat, Aemilia wasn't sure if she had actually heard anything. She stepped out of the skirt, kicking it across the floor to join her shirt, and slowly stalked towards him, patent leather heels definitively clicking with each step. She looked like she wanted to absolutely eat him alive, and he was morethan willing to let her.

As she reached him, she quickly unknotted his tie from his necks and grasped his hands, pulling them behind the back of the chair. She took her time to tie a holding knot around his wrists. He softly growled in annoyance and shifted against his restraints, but ultimately settled. While making her way back in front of him, she teasingly dragged one finger across his sculpted jawline, and he couldn't help but lean into her touch. She pulled away all too quickly.

"Ooh, you're quite the needy one today, aren't you?" she lowly taunted. Lukas said nothing, but his green gaze flashed with irritation. His silence was answer enough.

"Hm?" she mused, smoothly swinging one long leg over to straddle his lap, but she refrained from settling on top of him just yet.

When he still said nothing out of sheer defiance, Aemilia suddenly threaded her fingers through his silky hair and roughly yanked his head back to look at her directly. He groaned in pleasure-filled surprise, loving her roughness. "You will answer me when I ask you a question," she strongly commanded.

His defiance not even remotely diminished, he ground out a challenging, "Or what?"

He quickly and shockingly got his answer when Aemilia wasted no time in bringing her palm down to his cheek in a stinging, searing slap. Lukas let out a grunt of surprise as his head whipped to the side, but that sting of pain quickly mingled with sheer pleasure, and Lukas couldn't help but devilishly grin in pride of his spit-fire of a wife.

Lukas just simply had to spur her on further. "Oh, my Little One, you think one meager slap will—"

His head suddenly flew to the other side as the back of her hand struck him on the opposite cheek. She had slapped him with considerable more force that time, and Lukas's brain went fuzzy for a moment as he was swept up in the undeniable pleasure-pain he took from it. He hadn't even noticed as an unbridled moan escaped from his lips, and Aemilia couldn't help but smile with her bottom lip encased between her teeth.

Just as his thoughts were beginning to clear up, she settled on top of his lap and expertly swiveled her hips on top of him, and he mindlessly groaned and thrusted up towards her in response.

Aemilia gasped herself at his unexpected movement, his clothed arousal brushing against her in the most perfect of ways. She needed more.

She firmly gripped his jaw to look her directly in the eyes. There was a swift moment of nothing but eye contact before her lips sailed back down to his. They both moaned into each other's mouths, simply intoxicated by one another. Aemilia ground her hips down onto his, and Lukas quickly found himself struggling against his restraints and involuntarily rutting against her in a desperate attempt to find the friction he needed.

But, despite Aemilia's desire, she would not haphazardly abandon her plans to torture the ever living Hell out of her husband.

So, she reluctantly ceased her movements on his lap, and Lukas very nearly whinedin protest. "Oh, come now, Lukas. You and I both know that I would never give in that easily. Especially since I haven't even made you beg for me yet," she half-sang, enjoying the tense strain in his neck and jaw.

Lukas's eyes narrowed, his frustration practically rolling off him in waves. "You'll give," he plainly stated. "I know you will. You want me too much." He threw her that infuriating smirk of his before adding gruffly, "I can already feel how wet you are through my clothes. It's only a matter of time."

Aemilia's eyes flashed at Lukas's audacity and confidence in the matter. She dragged her hands across his firm chest, unbuttoning it as she went. "You speak as though I won't let myself find satisfaction until you give in." She leaned in to his ear, capturing it lightly between her teeth before adding tauntingly, "You couldn't be more wrong."

Lukas's jaw clenched further at her words, but he said nothing. She pulled his shirt away to touch and tease at his bare chest, and Lukas relished in finally having some skin-on-skin contact, little as it may be. Her touch was electric, and his desire grew with each second.

While placing delicate, teasing kisses to his collarbone, she murmured, "You're going to do exactly as I say, do you understand?"

"What if I don't?" he breathlessly asked, curious to know her ultimatum.

Aemilia's lips paused. She sat up, looked him in the eye, just daring him to challenge her, and bluntly stated, "Then I will get myself off in front of you, then I'll put my clothes back on and leave you tied up here with no way of finding release."

…That was quite the ultimatum. One that he had no desire to endure. With gritted teeth and another palpable look of annoyance, Lukas stiffly nodded and said, "I will obey you."

Aemilia mischievously smiled and delicately caressed his cheek. "Good boy."

Then, with a flourish, she reached behind her and effortlessly unhooked her bra, tossing it with the rest of her clothes. Her full, perfect breasts fell from their confinement, and Lukas nearly groaned at the sight, but refused to give her the satisfaction.

"Now, kiss me," she commanded, and he immediately launched at her. He kissed her with all the skill he had – which was quite a lot – in every attempt to make her moan and squirm against him. She didn't disappoint, her mewls and low moans falling freely from her throat.

She only pulled away when she was desperate to catch her breath, and Lukas didn't hesitate to start kissing and lightly dragging his teeth down her neck and across her collar bone. Aemilia buried her hands in his hair as she futilely attempted to even her labored breath. She pushed his head lower, her wanted destination clear, and Lukas wasted no time in giving his full and free attention to her breasts. He kissed and sucked and lightly bit until her light noises of pleasure turned into full moans of need. She involuntarily ground against him again, and Lukas's eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head at the sudden onslaught of pleasure that hit him like a lightning bolt. He took one nipple into his mouth and gave it all the worship it deserved before moving to the other one. Every time Aemilia gripped his hair a little harder, he couldn't help but groan in desire, which only spurred her on more.

Eventually, she pulled his mouth from her breasts and gave him a single, firm kiss before pulling away. She quickly unmounted him just long enough to get rid of her underwear. She was now totally and completely and gloriously naked, and Lukas was still so clothed it almost made him scream.

He watched as Aemilia straddled his right thigh, settling on top of it with a shaky exhale; an idea was swimming around in her lust-hazed brain. Her eyes closed for a split second, and when they opened, Lukas was taken aback by what came from her mouth. "You're mine, do you understand? Your body is mine to use as I please," she growled lowly, fully laying her bare chest against his.

Then she started rocking against his leg, and all Lukas could do was watch in white hot desperation, his utterly neglected arousal painfully straining against his zipper. She continued to grind against him with no intention of stopping. Before long, her face pressed against his neck and she needily moaned, "Oh fuck, you feel so good, Lukas."

Oh, God, he wasn't going to survive this.

And she didn't stop. "You're so beautiful, the very sight of you makes me wet. Can you feel it?"

He swallowed and barely managed a rough, "Yes."

Upon hearing the lust practically dripping from his voice, she moved faster, and quickly she started making incomprehensible noises with each thrust as she got closer and closer to the edge. Despite being together for a few years now, she had never done anything this before, and it was affecting the two of them more than they could have ever imagined. Lukas started moving his leg up and down to meet her thrusts, and she threw her face from his neck to arch her back and let out a stunning moan.

Lukas groaned at the sight, feeling more desperate than he had ever experienced before in his life. Eager to watch her fall apart, he brought his lips back to her neck and breasts, urging her along so quickly that the pleasure Aemilia was feeling was almost too intense to bear.

Her moans heightened in pitch and her hips sped up even further as she hurtled towards a nearly blinding end. She gripped his shoulders under his shirt, nails digging painfully into his skin. The fabric of his pants created a delicious friction underneath her. Breath coming in high-pitched and labored, she suddenly gasped, "Oh, my God, Lukas, I'm gonna—"

"Let go, darling," he breathed, intoxicated with the sight before him, "Come for me."

And that she did. Light burst behind her eyes and she let out a moan so loud, Lukas thanked the heavens that he installed sound-proof glass around their office. She rode out each and every prolonged wave of her orgasm through its entirety—utterly soaking his leg—before collapsing in a winded heap on his chest.

Lukas was going to lose his fucking mind if she kept this up.

Aemilia finally came to, exhaling heavily from her exertion before sitting back upright. She looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes, taking in his almost rabid expression. With a narrowed gaze that travelled up and down his body as if she was starving and he was the most delectable of meals, she said, "God, you're so fucking hot."

Lukas couldn't help but grin at that, but it quickly gave way to a moan when her lips latched back onto his neck and her hands finally—finally—went to undo his belt. She ripped the leather from his pants, popped open the button, and slid the straining zipper down with a flourish. Lukas watched with heady eyes as she reached inside his snug (too snug) black boxer-briefs and pulled him free while pushing his pants down just far enough to get them out of the way.

Lukas audibly sighed when he was no longer confined, but the sigh turned into a shaky, sharp inhale when Aemilia's hand slowly stroked him up and down. She watched his tortured pleasure play out on his face as her movements slowly continued, and the sheer need on his face and in his eyes as he looked down at her was enough to make her start aching all over again.

"You know," she began while smoothly moving off his leg, "if you just apologize for your bad behavior, maybe I'll let you come." Then she spread his legs wide and settled between them on her knees, never letting that pretty little maddening smirk falter. Despite her submissive position, she still exuded this intoxicating amount of dominance: the culmination of their time exploring each other's bodies and his support of her embracing every facet of her sexuality through the years.

Lukas had allowed Aemilia to dominate him a good many times over the course of their relationship, but she had never been this talkative. Or possessive. Or blunt. And he was growing more and more certain of his pending spontaneous combustion if she kept this up. But dammit Lukas was just too prideful and controlling to simply apologize. Especially for something, that, when it came right down to it, he wasn't sorry for. Especially when his actions put them in their current situation, no matter how painful or agonizing it was. Deep down, Lukas knew that he loved to be dominated just as much as he hated it, and Lukas knew Aemilia knew it, much to his dismay.

"I have nothing to apologize for," Lukas breathed.

Her hand paused around him as she looked up at him curiously and smiled, unfazed. "So be it." Then, she unabashedly licked a long, wet stripe from base to tip, and Lukas nearly hit the ceiling in surprise. His arms strained against his restraints and he loudly moaned, wound so tight it was a wonder he hadn't gone into cardiac arrest yet. He just knew his wife was going to drag this out until he lost his damn mind.

And he was just self-destructive enough to let her.

She made a torturous show of it, licking and sucking and bobbing and moaning and fuck, she was too good at this. Her talented mouth was so wet and warm around him, and when he felt himself hit the back of her throat, his eyes flew open with a gasp. He longed to bury his fingers in her long curls, to have some sort of life line to hold on to, but he had nothing. His back arched off the chair and his hips started thrusting up of their own volition, but Aemilia had a strong grip, nails sharply biting into the skin around his hip bones to hold him down.

Her teasing act was over, though, it seemed, for her head bobbed freely on him while occasionally making these obscene noises. Almost after no time at all, his breath rate had hiked, his increasingly consistent moans slightly raised in pitch. Aemilia watched him bare his gritted teeth and clench his eyes shut as he hurtled towards the proverbial edge into oblivion.

But then she stopped. She stopped. She fucking stopped. It took Lukas a good solid moment to even wrap his pleasure-drunk mind around the very concept. And when he did? He was livid.

His eyes ripped open to shoot her a glare so angry it was a wonder she didn't melt from the heat. If anything, it made her even smugger. "Oh, anger will get you nowhere, darling."

He looked like a caged animal, wild and shaking with primal instinct. Glower never faltering, he growled down to her, "When I get out of this binding, I'm going to fuck you up against that window so hard that you won't be able to walk for a week."

It took all of Aemilia's will power to keep a straight face, though a light blush still managed to color her cheeks. God his rage was just overwhelming, and she wanted him more than ever. "Oh, I'm counting on it," she countered. When met with a raised eyebrow, she deviously added, "But only when I allow it. And I'm not finished with you yet."

She then encased her mouth around him again and proceeded to deny him two more times. He was effortlessly and skillfully brought to the brink, and just when he thought she would finally show him mercy and give him relief, she pulled away. With each time, Lukas tore at the tie desperately, but the knot wouldn't budge. He had never experienced such cruelty from Aemilia.

"Apologize," she commanded, keeping a straight face despite her shakiness. Aemilia had almost always garnered nearly as much pleasure from taking Lukas into her mouth as he did, and denying him three times was torture for her, too. But it was torture she knew would pay off in the end, so she stayed strong.

The man was a shaking mess of oversensitivity. His throat was dry and nearly hoarse. His arms ached. His body strained. And his usually unbreakable self-control had been completely obliterated. Raspy and uneven, he finally gave in, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, just untie me, Aemilia, please."

…That was good enough for her.

With one tiny smile, she stood despite her aching knees, and circled him, still in her heels. His entire body was tuned into her every movement. She came up behind him, lightly touching his bound hands. Leaning in by his ear, she couldn't help but whisper, "Apology accepted, darling. And now…," she pulled the knot loose, "I want you to really…really fuck me." She heard Lukas growl low in his throat as he slightly rotated his aching wrists, but somehow harnessed the willpower to stay in the chair and let her finish. Then she ripped his open shirt and jacket off his taut shoulders. "Use me." She circled back around and returned to her knees, pulling off the rest of his clothing. His wild, unhinged focus never strayed from her. When he sat there totally naked at last, she got back to her feet and finished, "Like I used you."

She waited, watching him stare up at her in a mixture of desperation, neediness, rage, and an unadulterated desire to pound her into his desk until they both passed out. It was a split second of poignant silence and an unspoken understanding.

Lukas then suddenly shot out of the chair like a rabid bat out of Hell, and the two of them collided into an electrifying clash of tongue and teeth and nails that threatened to shake the entire building. They no longer had the patience to form words. They just needed each other and they needed each other right now.

Just as he promised, Lukas roughly threw Aemilia up against the wide expanse of windows, the entire city of Manhattan below her. She hit the glass with a sharp gasp from the sudden coolness. He was on her in seconds, their mouths aggressively fighting for dominance. Lukas's long, lithe hands ran down her back to grip her ass. He hoisted her up, and her strong legs wrapped around his hips like a vise, her heels digging into his back, earning a guttural noise from the back of his throat.

Before she could even process it, Lukas lined himself up at her dripping entrance and powerfully thrust up into her at last. Aemilia yelped in all-too-welcome surprise, and Lukas let out one of the most rough, glorious noises she had ever heard come from his mouth followed by a tightly ground out, "Oh, fuck, you're so tight."

He immediately set a bruising pace, allowing Aemilia no time to adjust, but that was all fine by her. All she could even think to do was just hold onto him for dear life and get swept away in the intoxicating, high-like sensation of him moving in and out of her.

At some point, Lukas pulled them away from the window, unwrapping her legs from his waist. His hands tight on her arms, he roughly turned her around and harshly bent her over his desk. He thrust into her from behind, and her moans hiked in pitch at the new angle. He filled her up completely and in every perfect way, and if they kept this up, she would find her end within seconds.

Lukas tangled his fingers through her hair to pull at it, and amongst all of it, he hissed, "You're such a little tease. I should make you beg for me. Torture you like you did to me." Then the outstretched palm of his free hand flew down to make contact with her bare ass. Light burst behind her eyes at the unexpected burst of pain and she let out a noise that could very well have been a scream, but Aemilia was beyond any type of self-awareness.

She clawed aimlessly at his desk, knocking a binder to the floor, and mewled, "I have no qualms with begging for your cock." God, her filthy mouth. "But I'd rather you just fucking spank me again."

…Far be it from him to deny a request such as that. So he did exactly as she asked, again and again until she couldn't hold it off any longer. Just as his fingers made contact with her sensitive, red, sensitive skin one more time, she came so hard her eyes watered and a scream ripped from her throat.

He didn't let her ride it out, either. Before she could even remotely recover, he pulled out just long enough to flip her over, and then he was on top of her again. Her muscles squeezed and fluttered around him so tightly he could barely breathe, and he felt his release begin to build up once more at the very base of his spine.

Then he hiked her right leg over his shoulder and went even faster, and the new angle caused them both to see stars. Aemilia was so oversensitive that she felt like her entire body was on fire, all the way to the roots of her hair. As Lukas's release built and built, he leaned down to drag his lips in a haphazard kisses across her bouncing breasts and up her neck. When he reached her lips, he grunted, "Aemilia, I— Come with me."

When he didn't get a coherent response, his grip on her thigh tightened. "Come with me," he commanded again through gritted teeth. Aemilia whined and nodded her head frantically, her teeth baring down on her bottom lip.

They met each other's thrusts – one, two, three times, before Lukas gasped and shakily moaned into her neck, "Shit, Aemilia, I'm—"

"Fuck, Lukas."

The two reached their ends at the exact same time, simultaneous loud moans cutting through the empty office. Aemilia very nearly blacked out with exhaustion, and Lukas – whose release had been staved off until the point of near insanity – could barely hold himself up as wave after wave wracked his entire body to the point of shaking.

When the last wave dimmed, Lukas collapsed on top of Aemilia in a gasping heap, their tingling skin slick with sweat.

After what felt like an hour of just trying to catch their breath, Lukas finally spoke, his voice raspy and quiet by her ear.

"Maybe next time I should actually flirt back at them, just to see how you could top this."

One weak slap to the arm and a breathy scoff later, she replied, "…I will kill you."