You adjusted your bra for the millionth time as you sat at the desk just outside of the holding cell at the lab.
“Stupid, fucking, bra.” You muttered angrily as you pulled at the underwire, breasts jiggling slightly as you did so.
Your subject, The Reaper, watched you silently from where he was sitting on his bed inside the holding cell.
“Need me to help?” He asked in a medium voice as his eyes settled on your breasts.
“N-No!” You stammered with a blush, “what kind of a question is that?!”
“You just looked like you needed someone to adjust your bra for you.” He stated plainly with a shrug.
“I can do it myself, you perverted man.” You said confidently as you reached back behind you and slipped your hands up under your shirt, feeling around for the straps to adjust them.
The angle was a little difficult and you struggled to figure it out, getting more and more frustrated as you went.
“Come here an let me help.” The Reaper said again in a calm voice, “what, don’t you trust me?”
You looked over at him as he got up from the bed and walked to the small letterbox like window and stuck his fingers through.
“Crouch down with your back here and I’ll help.” He offered gallantly.
“It would be MUCH easier if I just came in there.” You grumbled as you got up and walked to the holding cell door and unlocked it before entering then closed it behind you.
The Reaper waited until you had turned around before he stepped in behind you and ran his fingers up under your shirt.
His hands were warm and his touch was gentle, making you melt into him.
“This feels like it would be so uncomfortable.” He commented as his fingers undid there clip at the back and he adjusted the straps.
“It is.” You said softly as his fingers traced delicately along your skin.
“A massage would definitely make you feel better.” He said softly as he ran one hand around to your front and gently rubbed along under your breast where the wire had been pushing into you.
“W-Wait I don’t think I should be letting y-.”
“If you say the word ‘stop’ I’ll stop.” He commented in a low tone as he reached his other hand around under your breast and massaged gently, both hands doing the same motion.
“I…I’m not sure if…”
“Again, if you want me to stop, just say the word stop.” He said lowly as his lips pressed lightly against the nape of your neck.
You shivered with pleasure as his hands cupped the underside of your breasts and squeezed gently making you sigh with pleasure.
“You shouldn’t be doing this to me.” You whispered as you bit your bottom lip and your eyes rolled back in your skull.
“You still haven’t told me to stop.” He whispered back as his kisses traced from the nape of your neck and up behind your ear, his tongue swiping your outer earlobe tenderly.
“Ohh~.” You gasped as his hands slid up over your breasts, tenderly cupping them and squeezing them as he toyed with your nipples.
You turned your head to the side and looked back over your shoulder at him, your eyes begging for him to continue.
“I shouldn’t be letting you touch me like this.” You whispered to him.
“But you like it, don’t you.” He stated with a small smile, “I like it too, let me make you feel good.”
He backed back to his bed, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap as he continued to fondle your breasts and kiss your neck while your back pressed into his front.
You let out small mewls of satisfaction as you let him caress you, pushing your thighs together to relieve some of the sexual tension that was building there.
“I’m going to run a hand between your thighs.” He said lowly, “say stop if you don’t want it.”
His right hand slid down your work uniform and over your skirt, hiking it up a little so he could rub his fingers over the soft fabric of your panties, touching over your clit.
You gasped with pleasure and writhed against his hand, placing your own hands on your thighs as you spread your legs a little more.
“That’s right, open up for me.” He whispered as he continued to tug at your nipple and rub your clit, your panties getting wetter with excitement.
“This feels so right but so wrong.” You moaned softly.
“All you need to do is tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” He reminded you as he pushed your panties aside and pushed two fingers firmly into your pussy.
You gasped and pulled your legs apart, giving him more access to your pussy as you lay your head back onto his shoulder.
“This is a perfect view.” He breathed erotically, looking over your shoulder and down your front as he flicked his thumb back and forth over over your clit while he pushed his fingers in and out of your tight little hole.
“Ahhh~.” You gasped as he tugged on your nipple, small moans escaping your lips as he fingered you.
“Mmmmmm.” He hummed softly as your legs quivered with each thrust of his fingers, a small chuckle escaping his lips while he worked you over.
“M-More~.” You whined, “more~.”
He picked up the pace, massaging your breast while fingering you, making sure to stimulate you inside and out as you panted furiously, skirt askew as he stroked your clit with his thumb.
“I…I…ahhh~.” You wailed, arching your back as he bought you to climax by his hands, smiling to himself with pride.
“Well, my night has certainly been made.” He said softly in your ear in a matter of fact voice. “Who needs dirty magazines when I have the real thing right in front of me…”
He pulled his fingers out of you and adjusted your bra, fixing it while you stayed with your head resting on his shoulder, ragged breaths racking your body as you sat up slowly.
“T-Thank you… for fixing my bra.”
“Don’t mention it… the extra was free too.” He said with a small smirk as he sat back and rested his weight on his hands.
~ END ~