Chapter 50: Show me

"Oh, yes, show me," I murmured as I watched Fleur's legs part open, her hands disappearing between her thighs that were beautiful enough to drive men into suicide. It was a beautiful show, I had to admit, but…

Something was missing.

It was hesitancy, I decided. As much as watching her put on a show was fun, in her own home, there was no risk of getting caught, which made the situation fake. I needed to solve it.

Luckily, I had the necessary resources for it.

I started simply, with two waves of my wands, sending two magical messages. One to my office - one that was used rarely but still dedicated to me back in the Ministry - the other to… a surprising personality.

"So, you want to be my secretary, excellent idea," I whispered as grabbed her hand, and her eyes widened. "Your application is accepted."

"W-what-" she managed to stammer before I sealed her lips and silenced her, which didn't take long to push for more. When I pulled back, she was dazed, enough not to react when I cast a spell against her, one that created a mask on her face. It didn't cover much, just enhanced her sexiness… hiding her identity was linked to the spell that would make the others unable to pin her true identity.

Magic was truly useful.

"W-what's this for," Fleur stammered.

"To make sure you're not going to be recognized in your new place of work, of course," I said as I grabbed her arm and apparated, directly to my office. "Welcome to the ministry."

"Ministry," she gasped, startled. "Why are we here?" she said, doing her best to cover her body despite the empty room. She was fully dressed, but considering her outfit was fitter to an erotic movie about secretaries rather than real a secretary, her concern was understandable.

Of course, also the ministry was currently strictly anti-muggle and wouldn't have appreciated someone dressed in muggle clothes, but I had a feeling that they wouldn't have minded Fleur too much. Especially not with her allure going crazy already.

"Well, don't you remember our deal," I said, chuckling. She looked at me emptily. "After you managed to seduce me, I promised to help your side fight against the Dark Lord, of course," I commented.

She froze, and slackjawed, and I realized that issue somehow lost its significance for her. An amusing detail, but also enough to make me proud about my prowess in bed, enough to make her forget about her mission to save the world.

Luckily for her, I was treating that as important.

"I… see," she whispered as she tugged her skirt. "And, why are we here?" she asked.

"A couple of reasons," I answered as I walked toward my desk. "We're going to meet one of my spies, and it's safer to handle any such meeting here, where they don't expect. Also, my identity as a secretary would give you a chance to steal secrets and convey them to the resistance. I'm sure it'll help very much."

"Makes sense," she stammered as she looked down, then reached for her wand - only to freeze when she realized she didn't have one. "My - my wand," she stammered.

"It's safer if you don't have one," I said as I sat on my imposing desk and patted my lap, inviting her to walk closer. "Just in case people start poking, I can claim that you're my muggle secretary."

That reasoning was absurd, but luckily, fear, shock, and arousal were doing wondrous work to make her ignore that absurd detail. The guards and the other employees couldn't argue against it as well, as they were under my constant magical control, feeding me information.

She waited, frozen in shock. I smiled. "Now, to continue our little roleplay…" I said, aware that it had already turned into reality. I was her boss rather than her visitor… but that detail was not exactly important.

I pushed a sharp expression on my face, reinforced with cold anger. "Did you just ignore my order?" I said with a tone barely above a whisper, but its flatness made it more effective than a shout.

"N-no," Fleur stammered, taking a panicked breath - a breath that pushed her chest out enough to strain her top. She started walking toward me.

"Good," I said in a much more casual tone. "I would be very sad to fire you due to such simple mistakes," I whispered. As usual, Fleur responded excellently to that soft but unyielding tone excellently.

She circled around my desk without any argument, each step visibly enhancing her excitement. She threw several glances at the door, trembling, afraid someone might enter, but that only increased the sense of excitement on her face.

She paused next to me, trembling, her face red, her lips parted to allow her to pant helplessly. I waited as she shuddered next to me, and when I put my hand on her led to caress, a lingering moan escaped its prison, erotic enough to drive me crazy even without the radiating arousal.

I was tempted to pull her onto my lap, but then, watching her was fun as well. I let my finger climb up even more, teasing her inner thigh as she moaned, her own crazed allure bounding back to drive her even crazier. "Imagine that, anyone could walk in and catch you," I whispered.

That only made her tremble worse. I watched her beautiful struggle, her mask doing nothing to hide her expression, her breathing displaying her assets excellently.

I considered teasing her a bit more, but the other guest I had invited might arrive soon after. Instead, I grabbed her waist and pulled her on my lap, her thin skirt doing very little to blunt the impact of my arousal.

Still, even very little was too much, so I pulled her skirt up, around her waist, enjoying her beautiful struggle, not to escape, but to settle better, her repeated moans giving me all I needed to explain.

Her moans were quick to build up as I let my hands climb up, ruthlessly ripping her shirt to grab her breasts. The foreplay had lasted enough.

"W-what if someone enters," she gasped.

"Don't worry, sweetie, you have your mask," I reminded her, enjoying the ride of her hips getting faster as I twisted her nipples, carnal satisfaction dominant. One of her hands landed on my desk for balance as she struggled to stand up, but that didn't worry me, not when her other hand landed on my crotch and unzipped my pants, revealing my shaft.

When she landed back, she imprisoned them between her thighs, her dance enflaming my arousal even more.

"You're quick to adapt to your new role," I whispered. "Maybe I should hire you as my secretary, or maybe you want to stay at home and raise our children," I whispered.

That was enough to make her freeze. "Our children," she whispered, shocked yet fascinated at the same time.

"Oh, yes, sweetie. Do you think I'll let you go after everything? You're mine, now and forever," I whispered. "Really?" she whispered, but I just grabbed her hair and pulled her in a kiss.

Not the most romantic of the declarations, but in a way, it was not romantic. It was just a declaration of fact. She was mine, and I had no intention of letting her go… And about the other girls, well, she would start learning about that soon, and I was confident that I could extract her beautiful acceptance.

As she kissed, she raised her hips, only to push down, using her unrestricted access to take me inside her, determined to start on my little suggestion. My moan mixed with her cry, but the kiss continued without interruption.

The moment was beautiful, and the fact that she took me easily - though the wetness from our very extended foreplay helped - was particularly fascinating. Her grip was simply incredible.

Even when we broke the kiss, she avoided my gaze, but that didn't change the intensity of her emotions, trying to process it, making me curious just how she would handle the next surprise I set up for her.

Not a nice surprise, but one with the potential to be amazingly entertaining.

Then, I shrugged, focusing on the pleasure her constant dance was bringing to me. But, as the pleasure got more intense, her pace started to get chaotic.

A problem that was easy to resolve. I pushed her against my desk, and invaded her core immediately, her moans filling the room - and the only thing that left the corridor free of it was the silencing charms on the room.

"Please-" she managed to squeeze between her cries, but she got the message when instead of listening to her, I tugged her blouse, and the few buttons that were still closed went flying around, leaving her torso naked. With her skirt gathered around her waist, it was an amazing sight…

We worked hard toward the finishing line, but before we arrived there, a knock was on the door. "Quick, under the desk," I warned as I helped her to go down, the lingering pleasure preventing her from doing anything, even asking for a moment to let her dress…

I wondered if she would get along with my guest…