Odette (f/m When your boss fucks your colleuges: 1)

Chapter content warning: ****, menstrual blood.

With long strides Dumas approaches Odette sitting on the divan. She looks small sitting there legs pressed together, peering up at her boss with wide hazel eyes.

Without ceremony. dumas grabbed her by the ankle and tipped her onto her back. Odette didn't make a sound as her head hit the divan's padded backrest.

Her pussy and ass were exposed to the rest of the room, blood had smeared over her thighs in a somewhat diamond shaped lattice from the pattern on the protective sheet interspersed with the it's logo: U.G.A.P. stamped in blood on her soft thighs.

Dumas thudded to his knees and dove in to eat her out, with a discomforting feral intensity.

Paul averted his eyes, but could not his ears at the wet sound and the soft mewls, Odette would make. She was always shy with the noises she made. Deciding to sit down, he quickly regrets it as the put plug shifts inside of him. Even though there is a pleasantness to it, Paul's not in the mood for it.

He look at the others, Driss was wanking himself his attention is on Odette as Dumas positions himself over her. He could hear the slick insertion, and his boss's sigh as her buried himself inside her.

Monique was staring at Paul rather curiously, sliding the vibrator in and out of her pussy. Her attention made him feel embarrassed and and he shifted his eyes away to the other woman in the room as she stood up and began to stretch.

Nathalie Vouillon, She could have been a model with her long legs and blond hair, and rumour had it she sometimes did go to shoots outside of the guild. If anyone asked Paul about it, he'd of course say he'd never heard about it, and he didn't actually know for sure id she did. Though Nathalie did seem to know what she was doing during the guilds photo shoots.

Paul felt himself harden as he saw her lithe body stretch her breast soft curves framed against her shaven armpits. She caught him looking and cave him a little dimpled smile and a wink, which made him blush and look away.

Paul was by no means a virgin, and that was not classifying work experience, which was quite abundant. He just felt awkward about pursuing anything with a colleague. Especially a fellow guide whom his boss fucked. The thought killed his erection instantly.

Short supressed mules of pleasure caught your attention. Dumas had Odette in his arms, his hips slapping against her wetly. On of her legs curled around his waist somewhat shily the way she usually did it when dumas, adjusted her legs to do so. Though the other one was braced on the protective sheet on the couch. Her back had been hiked up the couch her neck hung limply over the back rest, her head rocking in time with their Boss's thrusts. Lip prints wandered up the column of her slender neck in clotted menstrual blood.

Her brows knitted and twisted, in a complex emotional display. There was some pleasure there, Paul thought as she met his gaze while Dumas was fondling and her breast, head buried in the crook of her shoulder.

Odette's expression didn't change even as their gaze held, baring her vulnerability. Paul knew it, he knew it viscerally every time. She didn't want to do this.

Eventually Paul broke eye contact and looked out over Lyon's skyline, swallowing thickly.

Dumas groaned shortly after, finishing in side of her.

At the noise Monique tossed aside her vibrator and stood up, to saunter over to the island bar where she began to potter around.

Paul glanced back at Odette. Dumas had repositioned her to lie on the divan, draping a blanket over her. He cupped her cheek briefly, looking down at her. His thumb gently caressing her face.

Paul was pretty sure Batiste Dumas liked her. Although she possessed the 3rd highest compatibility with him at 63%, which could explain why he often sought her out first, there were other signs that he might hold other feelings for her.

He never talked dirty with her. In fact, he seldom talked to her at all. And he showed here little signs of consideration of her comfort like what he did just now. With everyone else, well, Paul was going to be able to go over his very critical list, verry soon.

It was a bit strange that such a mature, domineering man acted so awkwardly around a crush, but Paul was not going to ever change that, and he'd make it his business to stop anyone else from trying to break the ice between them as well.

Odette deserved someone better than Bastien Dumas.

Author's note:
Thank you for reading this far! This is where the smut begins to pick up for a few chapters. This branch will walk the line between desire and repulsion. Beyond that quite about 7o chapters worth of content with story arcs which will further explore the intrecacies of the relationship and the setting in France. I plan on writing a lot in the coming 2 weeks and ill slow down after that and go back to add illustrations and visual geographical aids.

Please ask away if you have any questions, if your French or have experienced France it would be a pleasure to get your two cents!