Ravyn's Clicker Training | NSFW EaC! Commission (Patreon)

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Ravyn shuffled her paperwork at her desk, rereading her notes across the top for the dozenth time. Preparing for this presentation had been more difficult and time-consuming than fighting a San Island Defiled. This meeting would be filled with upper-echelon roaches ready to pounce if she so much as hummed the wrong tone.

If Bally were here, that would make it a hell of a lot easier to swallow. But Matt had made it very clear that parrots were not an ‘acceptable’ accessory at work. Fucking ridiculous if you asked her. Susan brought her tiny, matted excuse-for-a-dog to work every Tuesday, and people loved that little shit. Bally was way more behaved than Jellybean, and wouldn’t pee underneath anyone’s desk.

A notification sounded on Ravyn’s computer, warning her that she had just five minutes to get to the conference room. She checked the buttons on her shirt to make sure they were ‘appropriately’ fastened. Apparently, too much cleavage made her boss nervous. Baka.

Her bra wasn’t showing, so she deemed them high enough before collecting her papers and marching toward the conference room. Her black skirt rode a little high on the thigh, showing a sizeable gap between her stockings and the hem, and her thick red tail swayed behind her. The gazes of her male coworkers wandered between one and the other, while her female coworkers quietly clicked their tongues and sighed.

Get a body like this, and you, too, could pull it off, Margaret.

“Good afternoon, everyone,” Ravyn said as she entered the room. Seven men and three women were split into two rows of five on either side of the large, glass table. Production, marketing, engineering, sales, the HR manager for some reason, IT, and four other faces she didn’t recognize. “I hope you’re all excited to hear about the future of [Flame Ward]!”

The marketing manager and the engineer’s eyes lingered on her stockings. The HR manager cleared her throat. A man with salt and pepper hair that she didn’t know smiled and nodded.

Fire extinguishers are useless. Let the fires run their course, she wanted to say in front of this room of very important people, but she held her tongue. “After weeks of research and comparisons, I’ve—”

“Excuse me, Ravyn, but I have something that I think will help you,” Dave, the IT manager, muttered, pushing his thick glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. He slid a small remote control across the table and tapped its edge. “I took the liberty of making a PowerPoint of your presentation. Since you had me look it over anyway, I mean.”

Ravyn frowned as she lifted the remote. Way to make me look like an ass, Dave.

Marketing and engineering were still more focused on her legs than her face. Production, sales, and one other woman were jotting down notes. One man was on his phone beneath the table, thumbing out a quick text message. Do you not understand how glass works, sir?

Something on the back of the remote brushed Ravyn’s palm, and she flipped it over. A tiny message. ‘Dinner Friday?’ Fucking baka! How had he missed all of the photos on her desk? The rock on her finger?! She forced a smile. “Thank you, David. That was…thoughtful of you.” He hated being called ‘David,’ and the wince on his face tasted like victory.

“Well, then, let’s see here.” Ravyn tore the note from the remote and crumpled it into a ball, then pointed it up at the projector, tried hitting one of the buttons, but nothing happened. “Sorry, still learning how this works.”

“No problems at all. You’re a fast learner, Ravyn. That’s how you made R&D in two months,” Salt-and-Pepper said.

Should I know you? “Nice of you to say.” She tried the larger button in the center of the remote.

Click.

‘Good girl, Ravyn.’ Ravyn’s heart skipped with Matt’s voice.

She blinked and found a title screen emblazoned on the wall before her. [Flame Ward]s for First Class! It was a play on Nyarlea, though it was supposed to say Third Class. David had changed it. Fucking David.

With a deep breath, she resummoned her smile and looked toward her audience. “Thank you for your time today! As I mentioned in the summary, I’ve discovered and calculated multiple ways to cut costs, improve production times, and get our extinguishers into more homes and businesses immediately.” She pointed the remote at the projector.

Click.

The carpet rubs against her raw knees for the hundredth time. Matt’s fingers grip in her hair treads the line of pain and pleasure. She can hardly breathe with him this deep in her throat—

“Well, that sounds like good news to me,” Marketing said. “Where do we start?”

A bead of sweat escaped Ravyn’s temple and trickled down her cheek. Matt’s brilliant idea to ‘train’ her was recent, and she’d never imagined that she would hear the same noise at work. She brushed it away, disguising it as pushing her long hair away from her face, and turned back to the presentation. “We start with chemical costs. Currently, our distributors charge us nearly double what we could be paying for the same quality. I’ve found four others willing to strike a partnership at a major discount.” And David put them on the next slide. Shit. Her hand quivered as she raised the remote.

Click.

A yank at her leash echoes in the collar at her throat, and her lips meet his base. Tears escape the corners of her eyes, and she can feel her mascara smearing with them. An aching heat gathers between her legs as he stiffens against her tongue.

‘Such a good girl.’

She would service him as long as he liked just to hear him call her that again…

The image vanished with a fresh burst of air from the AC vent above her head. Ravyn hissed between her teeth and shifted her posture. Her panties were damp, and the yearning pulse had carried forward from her memory.

How the fuck was she going to make it through this presentation?

“As I’ve come to learn—” Ravyn’s voice cracked on the word ‘come.’ She cleared her throat and forced the blush out of her face. “These four companies will send our factories carbon dioxide and Purple K at a fraction of what we’re paying now.”

“What’s the catch?” Sales asked. He twirled his pen between his fingers before depressing the top in three quick successions.

Click-click-click!

Her breathy moans escape around him in short intervals. Every inch of her body yearns for his hands; his skin. He’ll reward her. He promised to reward her. She tilts her head back and flattens her tongue, welcoming him deeper.

“Ravyn? Are you feeling alright?” HR asked.

Ravyn’s knees trembled beneath her, and the flush in her cheeks was palpable. She was moments from tearing her shirt off, but placed a hand over her chest and managed, “I need water.”

Dave stood from his chair. “I can get you some—”

“N-no. Let me grab it,” Ravyn said, more forcefully than she’d intended. “Just a moment, please.” Dropping the remote near her stack of papers, she rushed out of the conference room and into the sea of cubicles.

But as she made her way to the breakroom, her ears swerved in all directions, and a shudder slid down her spine. A few presses of a mouse. Click click.

‘Swallow every drop, Ravyn.’ He groans, and his fingers tighten in her hair.

An employee methodically stapling packets together. Click… Click…

Her hands writhe in their binds behind her back. Her throat and tongue are coated.

A particularly snappy keyboard. Click-click-click-click.

‘Yeah, there you go.’ He thumbs a tiny device near her ear, and another Click fills the room. ‘My good girl.’

Goosebumps prickled along her forearms and the back of her neck. She veered away from the breakroom and marched down the long hallway to engineering.

This would cost her the presentation. Maybe her job. She didn’t care. She could get another one.

Matt was focused on his computer screen, typing and deleting as he compared notes on his desk. Saoirse’s tits did he look good in a button-up and tie. And he always rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, showing those delicious arms off to the world. It was criminal that he was free to do that, but she couldn’t show off a little cleavage.

He looked up from his work as she approached and furrowed his brow. “Is your presentation already over?”

Ravyn leaned over his desk and snatched his tie. She didn’t care who was watching. “They can wait.”

His eyes widened, and that ridiculous smile she loved so much spread across his lips. It struck the perfect balance of hopeful confusion, like he didn’t know exactly what she wanted. “Right now?” he murmured.

She released his tie, straightened, and crossed her arms over her chest.

Matt tapped a few more keys on his keyboard, and Ravyn fought to stay standing. Why did everything sound like that fucking clicker?

He rounded his desk and jerked his head to the right. “This way.”

She followed close behind him. Matt slid a hand into his pocket, and the surprise in his expression melted into something much more carnal.

Click.

‘Just wait a little longer,’ he says, mapping her breasts with his tongue. He presses inside her thigh with his fingertips, spreading her legs as his head moves lower. ‘You’ve earned it.’

Ravyn gasped and shivered. “You brought it to work?” she hissed.

His smile widened. Her fingers curled into fists, and she held them to her chest. The fabric of her clothing felt like it was constricting her. She wanted the leash around her neck; the cuffs around her wrists.

“In here.” Matt stopped and waited for Ravyn to go first. It was a ‘quiet room.’ The company claimed it helped employees destress. One sofa and a single folding chair. No windows, no cameras, no witnesses.

Matt followed behind her and closed the door. He grabbed the chair, leaned the legs against the ground, and shoved the backrest underneath the doorknob. Then he turned off the light. He didn’t ask questions or mention the powerful men she’d left back in the conference room. He’d always understood what she needed in the moment, and she loved him for it.

“Take off your panties,” he said.

Ravyn’s eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness just yet, but she could feel his presence beside her. She slipped off her heels and reached beneath her skirt, hooking her thumbs into the thin straps of her thong and sliding it over her stockings.

Click. “Good girl.”

A whimper escaped her throat at his praise. The sounds he forced out of her were more vulnerable and desperate than she’d ever made in her life. She swallowed hard, and her tail swayed with nervous excitement.

“And you said you could take it or leave it.” Matt’s breathy laugh stroked her skin, and the sound of his belt buckle followed. Then a zipper.

“But you brought it to work anyway,” she snapped.

“Because I know you.” One strong hand cupped her throat, and another stroked her tail. “I can tell when you like something.” His words were hot against her ear, and her chin tipped upward. Her breath came in strained rasps, and her desire slid down her thighs. “Bend over the couch.”

Ravyn finally made out the outline of the sofa in the darkness, and she reached forward, letting her stomach rest against the couch’s back. Matt repositioned his hand from her throat to her back, folding her forward until her elbows dug into the cushions and her flank was in the air.

Click. “You’re good at following instructions.” His fingers caressed her legs, and his thumbs pressed into her thighs. She wrapped her tail around his waist, inviting him closer without saying so.

She couldn’t make demands. Then he might not reward her. He’d never said anything about suggestions, though…

“Twisting the rules?”

Ravyn could hear the smirk in his voice. “Of course not.” She bit her lower lip and wriggled her hips. “I’m still following orders.”

Cool fingertips dipped inside of her, teasing her cravings and hitching her breath in her throat.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured.

“Mmhm…”

“Want more?” She opened her mouth, and he added, “Ask nicely.”

“I… Yes. Please.”

Click.

Ravyn rolled to the balls of her feet, and he drew slow circles around her clit. She fought back her moans each time he slid his fingers inside her, wetting the tips and continuing the intoxicating motion. She was dizzy with his teasing and the delicious tension built between her legs. Her hips rolled over his knuckles, begging for more.

“Want something else?”

“I want you to fuck me,” she breathed into the couch. “Please, Matt.”

He pulled his fingers away. He aligned himself to her heat and plunged inside of her. Her nails pierced the cushions, and her eyes rolled back.

Click.

“Good girl.”

It took her every shred of self-control to let him set the pace. Let him explore and penetrate her without reciprocation. It was slow, infuriating, delicious. He knew just how hard she had to fight against taking control or telling him to speed up. He pushed her limits in ways no one else could, and she reveled in every second.

“You feel amazing,” he murmured. “Maybe we should’ve gone somewhere with windows.”

She shivered at the idea of their coworkers watching them. Seeing what she let Matt do to her. The lows he could bring her to. Goddess, and she would keep asking for it.

The tension in her thighs compounded. Her tail tightened around his waist, and he chuckled. “You like that idea.”

Ravyn chewed her lip and sighed with his next thrust. She was getting close. “So what if I do?”

“Oh? You want to be a brat?” He drew away from her and stepped back.

Her heart skipped, and adrenaline pounded in her ears. “N-no! Hang on!”

“Tell me the truth then.”

“Matt! That’s embarrassing as fuck!”

He massaged her tail at its base and grazed her clit with his fingers. “I guess we can finish this when we get home, then. Maybe then you’ll behave.”

Alarm cinched her chest. She couldn’t wait until they got home; she would burst. She swallowed her humility and closed her eyes. “I like the idea.”

“You like what idea?”

“You know what.”

“Pull up your panties.”

She growled, and her ears flattened against her head. “I like the idea of people watching us fuck.” Goddess, she’d really said that out loud. “I like giving you control. Let them watch.”

Matt chuckled. Click. “Good girl, Ravyn.”

As she opened her mouth to reply, her words were overtaken by a sharp exhale. Matt met no resistance as his hips struck hers. For a few seconds, she considered letting her scream tear from her throat. Let them break in and see what happened behind closed doors. Make them understand that no one else could have her.

“Don’t make a sound,” Matt said, as if reading her mind.

Ravyn clapped a hand over her mouth and forced her replies into gasps, feeling the strain in her throat with the noiseless cries that begged to resolve. He was moving so quickly—did he realize how close she was? She wanted to warn him, but he’d instructed her to stay quiet. Her tail quivered and her thighs tensed.

“Come for me,” Matt demanded.

Bursts of white exploded in her vision as her body responded. Pleasure reverberated from her toes to the tips of her ears as she pulsed around him, still vulnerable to however long he wished to take her. The need to cry out burned her tongue and throat, and she buried it behind rasping breaths.

Matt grabbed her wrists and yanked her arms behind her back, pinning them with one hand just above her tail. She hissed in air as he held one of her shoulders and used her body as leverage for stronger thrusts. Her lips went numb, and her toes curled as he bottomed her out. She choked on another moan.

Saturated with pleasure, Ravyn’s mind wandered to a presentation of Matt clicker training her. It was so easy to imagine in the darkness—he’d collar her, bind her, command her. They could see just how well she used her tongue. Matt would reward her and fuck her in front of any manager who wanted to see.

Matt… Goddess, yes… Please…

“You’re coming again?” He groaned, and his grip on her wrists constricted. “Such a good girl. You’re gonna make me…ngh!”

His release sent new waves of ecstasy down her spine. She couldn’t stop the whimper that slid between her lips. She hoped he would forgive her for it. She would work extra hard later—

“Ravyn,” Matt breathed as he let her wrists go. “You can talk.”

She blinked and shook her head. Sweat dampened her shirt and forehead, and she let her arms rest on the cushions. They both caught their breath in silence, and the shaking in her knees steadied.

Her thoughts slowly returned as her climax waned, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?” Matt gently touched her shoulders and helped her unfold from the couch before wrapping his arms around her waist.

“You do some crazy fucking things to me,” Ravyn said. She leaned her head against his chest.

“The feeling is mutual.” Matt nibbled the edge of her ear. “You know. Like going a round at work.”

Ravyn snorted. “I think I ruined my presentation.”

“Eh. Maybe not. Tell them you got sick in the bathroom. The CEO adores you.”

CEO…? Salt-and-Pepper? Ah, shit. Ravyn wiggled her hips free, turned to face Matt, and kissed him deeply. Her risky, handsome, silly Matt. She’d skip a million presentations for him. Maybe this one’s still salvageable. “I love you.”

Matt smiled, and his face was finally easy to make out in the darkness. “I love you, too.” He touched her cheek and kissed her forehead. “Knock ‘em out, Sorcerer.”

She straightened her clothes, rushed to the restroom to fix her makeup, and hurried back to the conference room.

If they were still there, she’d finish her presentation without the remote control.