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Dirty Bird Part 1
Summary: Kit Rogers has had a crush on her best friend Carlos for years. They always flirt, Carlos more so than Kit, but itâs just fun and games with no serious intention. At least until Carlos finds Kitâs phone unlocked and open to a very specific romance book. Then all bets are off and Carlos will win this game of who will be the first to break and make a move. The others are collateral damage and wish Carlos and Kit would just bang already.
A/N: A slight AU set in present day, but instead of hunting B.O.W.s, the gang are an elite security team that handles everything from celebrities to offering an extra hand to politicians to even helping people that need the protection for court cases. Chris, Leon, Claire, Jill, Carlos, Kit, etc. all work for the company. Also I have Carlos from Brazil in this so his native language will be Portuguese.
Warnings: Smut, porn, kinky porn, bondage, edging, dirty talk, sexting, sex toys, praise kink, gun play, knife play, sexual harassment, a very tired and very done with his crew Chris Redfield.
âHey, Kit-Kat, whenâs our date?â Carlos asked, coming over to sit on the front of my desk.
âJesus,â I hissed, jumping at his voice. âIâm going to put a collar with a bell on you.â For once he wasnât in tactical gear and sounding like a whole troop of people marching about. I actually didn't hear him sneak up on me in his civilian boots.
âOoo, kinky,â he chuckled as he began to pick up and pilfer through the things around my desk like he always did, careful to put them back where he got them as well.
âUh huh, can I help you?â I asked with a sigh, looking up at him while he just gave me his usual goofy smile.
While Carlos worked on the ground in the security company we were both employed at as the actual physical security, I worked with the tech side of things. Anything computer or tech based work went through me. There was a small team under me, so it wasnât my job to do everything. Not that I actually gave more work to the team when I was overwhelmed. I liked being busy, it made the day go by faster, but it also made it easier for Carlos to sneak up on me when he wasnât actively doing something.
âI already asked you. Whenâs our date?â Carlos asked as he stood up from my desk.
âWe donât go on dates, Carlos,â I said with a snort. âNow, if you want to have a few drinks and look at girls, Iâm game for that.â
âYou always say that. I mean an actual date. Like you and me, a little Brazilian place in town, some camarĂŁo no leite de coco, a couple of beers, come on,â he said.
âI thought you didnât like shrimp,â I said, looking back to my computer as I pulled up an email that came in.
âNot all the time, I like them in Brazilian dishes,â he said, moving around to perch his chin on my head. âWhatâs Chris yelling at you about now?â
âI swear to god, Carlos,â I huffed. âYou canât be reading my emails, with or without me, you know this.â
âYet, I still do it,â he chuckled, his body pressed against my sitting form much like a dog wanting attention. Carlos was kind of like a local stray that loved everyone so easily. No one tried to make him leave, instead giving in to his small wants at first then suddenly he was just there all the time and everyone accepted it. That was how we met.
A few years after Chris Redfield started the S.T.A.R.S.( Security, Tactile, Assistance, Reconnaissance, Service) he had found me in a basement working for random jobs that happened to involve his company and clients. I was hacking his systems and stealing his data. The fact that he didnât have me arrested or try to kill me was surprising. What surprised me more was that he offered me a job with quality pay and equipment. Assuring me the health, dental, and vision insurances were top tier was a good selling point for me as well.
I was so used to working on my own and over a screen or phone line, interacting with others was weird at first. Especially when meeting Carlos. He took one look at me, asked my name, and from then on called me âKit-Katâ and treated me like I was a lost puppy. There were random hugs from nowhere that he insisted on, saying that it was for my health as I hid most of the time in my office. Then I was called into the field and Carlos was my partner for my first mission. I had no experience with actually protecting people or acting as security. Even though I was only there to keep an eye on the computer of the client who was receiving death threats from an unknown source.
It wasnât necessarily special in general, but the client was testifying against their ex who was a big name in the drug trade. The job for me was simple, screen everything and follow the bread crumb trail to the person behind everything. Well, I had found them and it wasnât the ex. It was from a ânice guyâ friend of the client who wanted to be more than friends for so long and so badly it had become an obsession. Heâd gone so far as to try and set up an attempted murder so he could rescue the client himself.
The plan went horribly wrong and instead of the client getting attacked, it was me. If it hadnât been for Carlos coming in to save the day, I would not have been there at my desk for him to bother as I tried to keep up with company policy on privacy.
âIs there any other reason that youâre here? You know, other than to use me for a perch and read my work?â I asked, reaching back to dig my fingers into his side. Carlos jumped back with a grunt as he slapped at my hand.
âI already told you, I wanna take you out on a date,â Carlos said, going back to his usual spot on the side of my desk.
âAnd I already told you, weâre not going to date,â I said, shaking my head. Sure the guy was drop dead gorgeous and smooth with his words, but he was also like that with everyone. He always asked everyone out for a date, even Chris when the guy was stressed and needed a laugh. No one was off limits to Carlosâ charm. As much as I would love to be in a relationship with him, I doubted heâd be able to really commit. Nothing against him, but I had some. . . Needs. Carlos probably was into some tame stuff sexually, like nothing more than a blindfold for a few minutes.
I on the other hand. . . I needed a firm hand and I didnât want sweet Carlos to think that I was a freak in a bad way. The last time I was in a relationship and tried to go that route, my girlfriend told me I was weird and needed therapy. That was nearly 3 years ago and since then Iâd only had one sexual partner and he lasted a month nearly 2 years ago. I did have a dom that was my girlfriend for a few years, but then her job took them out of town for good and I didnât want to move. It was an amicable split, but sheâd left me to another dom who was. . . He wasnât the best. Nothing abusive, just didnât read me very well. That was only a few months before I left the scene all together and went âvanilla.â
I didnât want to mess things up with Carlos. He was one of my best friends and I didnât want things to get weird and I ended up losing him because I wasnât fulfilled sexually. There was no doubt in my mind that heâd get me off, but I would slip into my head too easily and the relationship would suffer from that. It had taken me some time, but I figured out how I worked and what I needed from someone in a relationship. Some people needed more and some people needed less, I just happened to need more. It wasnât one-sided though, I was willing to give the other person what they needed as well, but I always felt like I was asking too much.
Carlos was a giver for sure and I didnât want to take too much if he didnât have it to give. It wasnât fair to either of us, so I held back and kept up my walls to keep us as friends. At least as friends I was never alone and we could rely on each other. It was almost like being married without romance.
âSo, what are you doing Friday night then?â Carlos asked, beginning his pilfering of my desk again.
âIâm working late. Trying to get things set up for your mission come Sunday,â I said, glancing at him before taking a crystal pyramid from him as he started to poke me with the tip. âItâs a short one, but Iâd rather have all the bases covered so youâre not left in a lurch in case something happens.â
âSo, if I brought take out to keep you company with a few beers then that would be acceptable?â He asked.
âI suppose so, but I canât take too many breaks,â I said, giving him a look. âHow about some Indian food? Iâll order ahead and you can pick up.â
âSounds like a plan, Kit-Kat,â he said, clicking his tongue with a wink as he stood up. âJust let me know the time.â
âWill do,â I said, giving him a salute. âNow get out of here and let me work before Chris sends an email about âprofessionalismâ and we have to have a company wide meeting about workplace ethics.â
âThose are the best meetings though,â Carlos chuckled with a wave. âSee you later.â
âSee ya,â I said, smiling as I shook my head at him.
Friday came quicker than I thought it would. There was suddenly more work to be done than before, a second mission being planned, which meant I was probably not going home. Carlos would at least be some sort of company at least.
Needing a break from looking at my computer screen, I pulled out my phone to read the latest erotic fiction I had found by accident. Most of the time it was boring to me, women fixing men or men falling in love so easily. There was no fun antics or shenanigans, not to mention the sex scenes were subpar.
The one I found put those to shame and made âFifty Shades of Grayâ look like a teenage fanfic. It had interesting characters, mystery, intrigue, and filthy, nasty sex that I longed for.
It even had pictures.
I was a few paragraphs into a new chapter where the main character was being overwhelmed, so the love interest took her to his own private dungeon to use sensory deprivation as he tied her up with rope.
Carefully, muttering words of affirmation and comfort, Carl pushed the large, red ball gag into Katrinaâs mouth. He hummed softly as she slowly relaxed as each piece of bondage was added. He slid a blindfold over her eyes before he took lengths of red rope and bound her arms behind her, braiding the rope up her arms and around her chest. Her nipples were hard, excited at the attention her whole body was receiving.
Carl made sure to bind them tightly too. Katrinaâs breasts were not large, but after the rope was wound around them, they were large and lifted. Just how Carl liked them as it made it easier to tease and torture. More rope was wound around Katrina, tying her calves to her thighs as well as trailing from her chest down like a spider web, over her hips and sex to sit directly on her cl-
âWhatâre you reading?â
âNothing!â I screamed, shoving my phone under folders where Carlos could see it. I didnât hear him come in, again. âCan you stop sneaking up on me?â
âAre you watching porn? Cause if so, let me watch too,â Carlos chuckled as he set the food down on my desk.
âItâs not porn, just a book Iâm reading. I was at a good part,â I said, putting my phone in my drawer.
âI can tell. I knocked and said your name, but you didnât even look up. Whatâs it called? Maybe Iâll have a read,â he said, getting paper plates from the to go bags for us.
âI donât remember. Iâll look it up later for you,â I said, relaxing a bit. He would never find out what book it was if I could help it.
âOkay, cool,â he said. âHowâs work coming?â
âWell, Iâm going to be here all night if Chris doesnât stop scheduling missions last minute,â I said with a sigh. âI was hoping Iâd get out by midnight, but thatâs not happening.â
âIsnât there anyone else who can help with that?â Carlos asked as he divided up the food.
âYeah, but I like to do it myself and not have to double check work constantly. I already check my own, if someone else does it then Iâll have to double check them as well and itâs just easier to do it myself,â I said, seeing that I was able to get a rendering started. It would take half an hour so the small break and dinner wouldnât put me behind.
âYou know that Chris had a team put together for you, so you didnât have to do this on your own, right?â Carlos said, pulling my attention away from the computer.
âI know, I know, but. . . I just have a hard time letting someone else have control over stuff. Especially if Iâm the one thatâs signing off on it that itâs good to go,â I said. âI mean, itâs one thing to trust you with picking out food-â
âWhich you didnât, by the way,â Carlos said with a smirk.
âBut itâs another to have people's lives on the line. I wonât take chances with that,â I said, giving him a look.
âHey, Kit-Kat,â he said, reaching over to grab my hand that was twirling a pen. âYouâre the best this place has, but everyone here knows their job. Thatâs why theyâre here. You donât have to do this alone, the whole point of having a team is to rely on others.â
âI get that and I do hand things over, but. . .â I said, trailing off with a sigh. His hands were rough compared to mine. They were battle worn and had calluses from the hard physical labor of being a grunt. Carlos always knew how to use them though, in fights or like right then when I was slowly letting my guard down a bit. He sat quietly as he gently rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb.
âBut what?â He asked softly.
âBut itâs you on the mission and I cannot let anything go out that could get you hurt or worse,â I said, keeping my eyes on our hands. âI would never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me and my team and I didnât catch it because I handed it off to someone else.â
âYour team needs your trust though, Kit. I trust my team,â Carlos said, pulling me over in my wheely office chair. âLook, itâs going to take more than some broken tech to get rid of me okay?â I looked up at him, seeing that goofy smile behind that wild hair.
âYouâre my best friend, Carlos. I just donât want to lose you, okay?â I said, giving a soft smile back.
âLike I could leave you in a cruel Carlos-less world,â he chuckled, pulling me in for a hug.
In the midst of the hug, we knocked over a tub of butter chicken onto me and the floor. The orange sauce soaked into my clothes as it dripped down my desk as we pushed apart quickly.
âShit, sorry, Kit-Kat,â he said, jumping up to grab paper towels from the bathroom.
âNot your fault. We were getting emotional and this is our punishment for it,â I called after him with a laugh. Thankfully the food wasnât too hot, but it did cover the front of my shirt and pants. I was going to have to change clothes entirely. âHey, you get the stuff on the floor and desk, Iâm gonna run to the locker room and clean up. Iâm gonna have to shower to get all this off me,â I said with a sigh.
âGotcha. As much as I love butter chicken, I donât think that color suits you,â he said with a wink.
âI swear,â I grumbled, taking some of the paper towels from him to keep from dripping a trail of spices.
~~~~~~
Carlos let Kit walk away to get cleaned up as he took care of the floor and desk. It wasnât too bad of a spill, it just happened to end up mostly on Kit. Finding some spray cleaner in the cabinet behind her desk, he quickly took care of the spilt food. At least they still had the curry and rice.
With the spill cleaned up, Carlos made sure the other tubs had their lids closed tightly to avoid further catastrophe. He also found himself unsure of what to do next. He didnât want to eat without Kit, but what else was there to do? Then Carlos remembered her phone.
With a mischievous smirk, he dug it out from under the files then entered her passcode to find the book she had been reading. Was it probably not okay to do that? Yes. Was he probably going to get socked in the head by Kit if she found out? Very much yes. But when heâd arrived at her office, she had this look on her face with her mouth partially open and her pupils were blown wide as she was breathing a bit heavy. She had to have been reading something good.
For as long as heâd known Kit, sheâd been pretty controlling about things as well as uptight in general. Not really in a bad way, but she could learn to relax. Carlos thought it would be nice to date her, help her open up a bit as they enjoyed each otherâs company and liked being around one another a lot (they often stayed at each otherâs places on the weekends after missions or just because) but each attempt at flirting or asking out failed and he couldnât figure out why. That evening he was starting to think maybe they were just really good friends and thatâs how she saw them. He would have let it be and kept the friendship, but when he started to read her book, he realized he had been going about it ALL wrong.
So that was what his Kit-Kat really wanted. Not the guy next door routine heâd relied on and thought everyone wanted. Well then, it was time to do some research and dig a bit more into this new scene heâd stumbled upon.
The mission was planned to be only a few days and had a lot of waiting around, so Carlos had planned to take time to read up on some things. The others didnât question him about what it was, his reading picks were pretty random ranging from gunsmithing to Japanese geo-political situations to Ethiopian cooking. So when his nose was buried in a kindle in the down time, they didnât think twice.
What Carlos found out was that there was a LOT more to the book Kit had been reading and he was starting to think heâd gone in over his head. He had to remind himself though, this was the girl heâd wanted to be with for nearly four years and he was going to do his homework and go that extra mile to impress her and woo her. Even if it meant learning about a whole subculture.
Back at home, he usually spent his first day home with Kit to come down from the adrenaline and anxiety, but the mission was a flop. They had been there for just an hour when they were told that they wouldnât be needed after all because they ended up choosing a different security company. That was the third time in a month that had happened. Jobs were getting harder to get and keep it seemed with some other rival company called âUmbrellaâ swooping in at the last second to steal the job. He let Kit know what had happened so heâd be home sooner. She had already said that it was okay that he wasnât coming over, she was finally letting herself rest. So he was going to take advantage of seeing about the local BDSM scene. Heâd read a lot, but needed to talk to someone who knew about it and could explain some things to him. Last thing he wanted was to come in guns blazing and scare Kit off completely.
Finding the building, heâd called ahead to make an appointment to talk to the owner of a local BDSM club. Her name was Lady Alcina Dimitrescu and she was a dom at the club as well.
Carlos wanted to be as serious as he could be about the lesson, so he dressed in his best jeans and a button up that was clean. He didnât really have much in the way of dress clothing save for a suit and he felt that was over kill. At the front door of the club, he found there was no sign to say what it was other than a black and gold sign marked âClub Gold.â The door itself was down a few steps with a patio on either side of opaque glass windows, the wood of the door was thick and heavy, but a shiny black to match the sign.
Should he knock? Should he message that he was there? Carlos didnât want to be rude, but he also didnât want to be late. Checking the door, he found it unlocked. There were no people around the front so when he walked in, the place was quiet. It was the middle of the day, so a BDSM club probably wasnât in itâs prime hours.
âMr. Oliveira?â A womanâs voice asked. Carlos turned to see in the bar area where she stood. Dressed in a black business dress with matching patent leather heels that he was pretty sure would work as daggers, the woman smiled and waved to him. âWelcome, Iâm Lady Dimitrescu,â she said as he walked over to him. Every step was confident and powerful, the click clack of her heels had âunfâ behind them. Her posture and movements said she was very much in control.
âHello, uh, call me Carlos, please,â he said with a smile, holding out a hand to her.
âOf course. Welcome to âClub Gold,ââ she said as she took his hand in a firm shake. âUsually we donât open till 10 PM, but your email was intriguing. Usually we donât teach directly, but because you explained your situation quite well, Iâd be happy to help.â
âThank you, really,â Carlos said. âIâm not too sure about joining a club like this, but I definitely want to make sure I have what it takes to woo my girl.â
âThatâs the beauty of the scene. Itâs all safe, sane, and consensual. You donât do anything you donât like and neither does your partner or all the participants of your scene. Thatâs why communication is important. You want to show this young lady that youâre interested in her, but she seems to be interested in less conventional romances, yes?â Lady Dimitrescu said.
âYeah. I read some of the books she has and I figured that maybe I should try something else. Maybe something to suggest that I would like to try out her interests or at the least show that Iâm not the guy next door that has no clue how to pick up on hints and such,â Carlos said with a soft chuckle.
âWell then, letâs begin,â Lady Dimitrescu said with a smirk. She turned on her heel, crooking her finger for him to follow her deeper into the club. Carlos eagerly followed, unaware of all that he would learn.
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I hadnât seen Carlos in a few days, well properly. There had been a few run ins at the cafeteria, but heâd quickly run off with a wave because of training. It wasnât that odd, given they had to stay in top shape. Especially with down time now, he would be training a lot more. Which meant I was free to work without him popping in to distract me. Though I really did like him dropping in once in a while. It was getting a bit lonely as I passed on a few projects to my team. I was taking some of his advice to trust my team and make less work for myself. They were excited to have decent work, so I let them have it. It meant I wasnât as stressed and could get more important work done.
About lunch time, I had decided to head to the cafeteria for some coffee and maybe something from the lunch line. At the coffee station, I grabbed the creamer and mixed it with the steaming, dark drink in my tumbler as I heard the clomping footsteps I was used to.
âHey there stranger,â I said, giving Carlos a smile. He was in his work out clothes, meaning I could see how sweaty he was in his tight tee and sweatpants that hugged his ass perfectly. I would never complain about seeing that. âHowâs it going?â
âGood, weâre doing drills today so Iâm getting my ass handed to me by Jill,â he chuckled, leaning against the counter next to me.
âWell, you have fun with that. I stay in the office for that reason. My ass would be taken out by a rogue fly if I tried to do any of the training you guys did more than necessary,â I said with a snort.
âOh I donât know. I think youâd surprise yourself,â he said with a snort before pointing to my back. âOh, your shirtâs come undone in the back.â
Clothing for the most part was pretty casual for the organization, mostly because we had to be able to move and run at a momentâs notice. So, my jeans and black top were in line with policy. The one I had on was over a gray tank top. It gave me long sleeves while winding around my chest to tie in the back. I usually had a lab coat on when in my office or working with my team, but it was one of those days of just being easy to overheat with that one extra layer so the lab coat was off on my break.
âCrap, can you get them for me so I donât look like an octopus trying to turn around with a spine?â I asked, knowing that it probably came undone because of my crappy tying skills. If it was in front of me, that would be a different story.
âYeah, sure thing, Kit-Kat,â he said as he moved behind me. I was not prepared for what happened next.
Standing behind me, Carlos adjusted the straps to tighten them. Which would be fine, but he was so close as he worked his arms around me to make sure nothing was pinching or pulling. His dexterous fingers pressed the tie string down just under my breasts to almost braid it down my midsection. Carlos' breath was hot on the back of my neck and I swear he was just an inch away from pressing against me. Then the man had the audacity to tighten the string like he was lacing up a corset as he made just the lowest and softest grunt. I could not help the face I made as my eyes went wide and my cheeks got hot.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no.
âDoes it feel okay?â He asked, his voice low as he stayed close.
âMhmm,â I nodded, not trusting my voice to be steady as I felt him tie it off. âThanks.â
âYouâre welcome. I better get some food, training is gonna start again soon. Iâll see you later,â Carlos said, stepping away and suddenly turned back into his usual goofy self. I waved back to him before looking at my coffee and questioning everything I knew.
What the hell just happened?
âUh, Kit?â Rebecca Chambers, the head medical officer, asked as she came up to me. âYou okay?â
âWho was that man and what did he do with Carlos?â I wheezed, turning to look at her as I held onto the counter to steady my suddenly shaky legs.
The surprise of Carlos suddenly becoming a very, very dominating flirt was jarring, but not in a bad way. In fact it was really nice and I think I discovered something new about myself and having clothes tied to me. Damn it.
Later in the week, I was told I had training to do. It was for field missions as well as team building. Everyone was given a partner, scientists and computer techs were paired up with field grunts and commanders. Who did I get paired up with? Carlos of course.
There was an obstacle course that we would run through, which was set up two stories high. We would help balance each other as we step up a pair of logs to a post and then go across a line while holding lengths of rope like a rope swing. We then would climb across a rope lattice to the third post to zipline to the fourth post where you and your partner had to swing across a large gap to the last post that had a wobbly rope and plank bridge.
It didnât seem that hard, but as Carlos and I grabbed the harnesses and helmets to put on, we saw the pairs trying to work together only to fail. The teams kept falling off the obstacles or getting stuck upside down, it was a bloodbath.
âSo, how are we going to make it through that?â I asked as we stood off to the side.
âYouâve been through worse, itâll be a piece of cake for us,â Carlos said as he slipped on his harness easily. âJust donât get stuck in your head like you tend to do and youâll be fine.â
âUh huh,â I said with a snort as I attempted to put my own harness on. âJesus Christ on a bike. Carlos, help. Iâm already tangled in the harness and I havenât even left the ground.â
âAlright, keep your shorts on,â he said with a chuckle. He grabbed the waist harness and held it open for me to get my legs in the right holes before having me hold the nylon straps in place. Whatever had gotten into him before had come back because he knelt directly in front of me to tighten my harness. âThat feel good?â He asked, looking up from under those damn gorgeous eyelashes with a crooked smile. His voice had gone low and I felt its rumble against parts of me that it shouldnât have. âYou need it tighter, Minha gatinha?â
âWhat are you doing?â I hissed. My cheeks were HOT. While a lot of the employees here didnât speak Portuguese, I did. Was this flirting better than before? Yes. Was I enjoying it? Very much yes. Was it surprising and had me taken aback into a fluster? Jesus yes. Did I know how to process this while we were at work and in front of EVERYONE? Absolutely not.
âWhat? Iâm just making sure my partner is prepared for the obstacle course,â he said as he tightened the straps a bit before standing up to lean in close to my ear. âNow, be a good girl and put your helmet on.â
This man was an alien and had taken over my best friendâs body because Carlos could never make me blush so hard and have me squeezing my thighs together as I tried to remember how to breathe.
âYes, Sir,â I said, my voice breathy as I put my helmet on and clipped the straps. Of course Carlos had to adjust it, his fingers grazing over my scalding skin as he looked on like it was nothing.
âNow, letâs go win an obstacle course,â he said, putting his arm around my shoulders to lead me to where we started.
The obstacle course went well, we didnât fall, but it did take us some time when my foot got tangled in the rope lattice. Carlos was quick though, helping me lift that foot to shake it free. He also showed mercy by being his usual self when we were up there, probably to keep me from falling off like a fainting goat.
That was only the beginning though.
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Then the man had the audacity to tighten the string like he was lacing up a corset as he made just the lowest and softest grunt. I could not help the face I made as my eyes went wide and my cheeks got hot.

His voice had gone low and I felt its rumble against parts of me that it shouldnât have. âYou need it tighter, Minha gatinha?â
The fact that he took his time in wanting to know more about Kit by studying her kink and actually learning it?? This man... ughhhh I've never swoon so hard for any male other than this dork đŠ

Dirty Bird Part 1
Summary: Kit Rogers has had a crush on her best friend Carlos for years. They always flirt, Carlos more so than Kit, but itâs just fun and games with no serious intention. At least until Carlos finds Kitâs phone unlocked and open to a very specific romance book. Then all bets are off and Carlos will win this game of who will be the first to break and make a move. The others are collateral damage and wish Carlos and Kit would just bang already.
A/N: A slight AU set in present day, but instead of hunting B.O.W.s, the gang are an elite security team that handles everything from celebrities to offering an extra hand to politicians to even helping people that need the protection for court cases. Chris, Leon, Claire, Jill, Carlos, Kit, etc. all work for the company. Also I have Carlos from Brazil in this so his native language will be Portuguese.
Warnings: Smut, porn, kinky porn, bondage, edging, dirty talk, sexting, sex toys, praise kink, gun play, knife play, sexual harassment, a very tired and very done with his crew Chris Redfield.
âHey, Kit-Kat, whenâs our date?â Carlos asked, coming over to sit on the front of my desk.
âJesus,â I hissed, jumping at his voice. âIâm going to put a collar with a bell on you.â For once he wasnât in tactical gear and sounding like a whole troop of people marching about. I actually didn't hear him sneak up on me in his civilian boots.
âOoo, kinky,â he chuckled as he began to pick up and pilfer through the things around my desk like he always did, careful to put them back where he got them as well.
âUh huh, can I help you?â I asked with a sigh, looking up at him while he just gave me his usual goofy smile.
While Carlos worked on the ground in the security company we were both employed at as the actual physical security, I worked with the tech side of things. Anything computer or tech based work went through me. There was a small team under me, so it wasnât my job to do everything. Not that I actually gave more work to the team when I was overwhelmed. I liked being busy, it made the day go by faster, but it also made it easier for Carlos to sneak up on me when he wasnât actively doing something.
âI already asked you. Whenâs our date?â Carlos asked as he stood up from my desk.
âWe donât go on dates, Carlos,â I said with a snort. âNow, if you want to have a few drinks and look at girls, Iâm game for that.â
âYou always say that. I mean an actual date. Like you and me, a little Brazilian place in town, some camarĂŁo no leite de coco, a couple of beers, come on,â he said.
âI thought you didnât like shrimp,â I said, looking back to my computer as I pulled up an email that came in.
âNot all the time, I like them in Brazilian dishes,â he said, moving around to perch his chin on my head. âWhatâs Chris yelling at you about now?â
âI swear to god, Carlos,â I huffed. âYou canât be reading my emails, with or without me, you know this.â
âYet, I still do it,â he chuckled, his body pressed against my sitting form much like a dog wanting attention. Carlos was kind of like a local stray that loved everyone so easily. No one tried to make him leave, instead giving in to his small wants at first then suddenly he was just there all the time and everyone accepted it. That was how we met.
A few years after Chris Redfield started the S.T.A.R.S.( Security, Tactile, Assistance, Reconnaissance, Service) he had found me in a basement working for random jobs that happened to involve his company and clients. I was hacking his systems and stealing his data. The fact that he didnât have me arrested or try to kill me was surprising. What surprised me more was that he offered me a job with quality pay and equipment. Assuring me the health, dental, and vision insurances were top tier was a good selling point for me as well.
I was so used to working on my own and over a screen or phone line, interacting with others was weird at first. Especially when meeting Carlos. He took one look at me, asked my name, and from then on called me âKit-Katâ and treated me like I was a lost puppy. There were random hugs from nowhere that he insisted on, saying that it was for my health as I hid most of the time in my office. Then I was called into the field and Carlos was my partner for my first mission. I had no experience with actually protecting people or acting as security. Even though I was only there to keep an eye on the computer of the client who was receiving death threats from an unknown source.
It wasnât necessarily special in general, but the client was testifying against their ex who was a big name in the drug trade. The job for me was simple, screen everything and follow the bread crumb trail to the person behind everything. Well, I had found them and it wasnât the ex. It was from a ânice guyâ friend of the client who wanted to be more than friends for so long and so badly it had become an obsession. Heâd gone so far as to try and set up an attempted murder so he could rescue the client himself.
The plan went horribly wrong and instead of the client getting attacked, it was me. If it hadnât been for Carlos coming in to save the day, I would not have been there at my desk for him to bother as I tried to keep up with company policy on privacy.
âIs there any other reason that youâre here? You know, other than to use me for a perch and read my work?â I asked, reaching back to dig my fingers into his side. Carlos jumped back with a grunt as he slapped at my hand.
âI already told you, I wanna take you out on a date,â Carlos said, going back to his usual spot on the side of my desk.
âAnd I already told you, weâre not going to date,â I said, shaking my head. Sure the guy was drop dead gorgeous and smooth with his words, but he was also like that with everyone. He always asked everyone out for a date, even Chris when the guy was stressed and needed a laugh. No one was off limits to Carlosâ charm. As much as I would love to be in a relationship with him, I doubted heâd be able to really commit. Nothing against him, but I had some. . . Needs. Carlos probably was into some tame stuff sexually, like nothing more than a blindfold for a few minutes.
I on the other hand. . . I needed a firm hand and I didnât want sweet Carlos to think that I was a freak in a bad way. The last time I was in a relationship and tried to go that route, my girlfriend told me I was weird and needed therapy. That was nearly 3 years ago and since then Iâd only had one sexual partner and he lasted a month nearly 2 years ago. I did have a dom that was my girlfriend for a few years, but then her job took them out of town for good and I didnât want to move. It was an amicable split, but sheâd left me to another dom who was. . . He wasnât the best. Nothing abusive, just didnât read me very well. That was only a few months before I left the scene all together and went âvanilla.â
I didnât want to mess things up with Carlos. He was one of my best friends and I didnât want things to get weird and I ended up losing him because I wasnât fulfilled sexually. There was no doubt in my mind that heâd get me off, but I would slip into my head too easily and the relationship would suffer from that. It had taken me some time, but I figured out how I worked and what I needed from someone in a relationship. Some people needed more and some people needed less, I just happened to need more. It wasnât one-sided though, I was willing to give the other person what they needed as well, but I always felt like I was asking too much.
Carlos was a giver for sure and I didnât want to take too much if he didnât have it to give. It wasnât fair to either of us, so I held back and kept up my walls to keep us as friends. At least as friends I was never alone and we could rely on each other. It was almost like being married without romance.
âSo, what are you doing Friday night then?â Carlos asked, beginning his pilfering of my desk again.
âIâm working late. Trying to get things set up for your mission come Sunday,â I said, glancing at him before taking a crystal pyramid from him as he started to poke me with the tip. âItâs a short one, but Iâd rather have all the bases covered so youâre not left in a lurch in case something happens.â
âSo, if I brought take out to keep you company with a few beers then that would be acceptable?â He asked.
âI suppose so, but I canât take too many breaks,â I said, giving him a look. âHow about some Indian food? Iâll order ahead and you can pick up.â
âSounds like a plan, Kit-Kat,â he said, clicking his tongue with a wink as he stood up. âJust let me know the time.â
âWill do,â I said, giving him a salute. âNow get out of here and let me work before Chris sends an email about âprofessionalismâ and we have to have a company wide meeting about workplace ethics.â
âThose are the best meetings though,â Carlos chuckled with a wave. âSee you later.â
âSee ya,â I said, smiling as I shook my head at him.
Friday came quicker than I thought it would. There was suddenly more work to be done than before, a second mission being planned, which meant I was probably not going home. Carlos would at least be some sort of company at least.
Needing a break from looking at my computer screen, I pulled out my phone to read the latest erotic fiction I had found by accident. Most of the time it was boring to me, women fixing men or men falling in love so easily. There was no fun antics or shenanigans, not to mention the sex scenes were subpar.
The one I found put those to shame and made âFifty Shades of Grayâ look like a teenage fanfic. It had interesting characters, mystery, intrigue, and filthy, nasty sex that I longed for.
It even had pictures.
I was a few paragraphs into a new chapter where the main character was being overwhelmed, so the love interest took her to his own private dungeon to use sensory deprivation as he tied her up with rope.
Carefully, muttering words of affirmation and comfort, Carl pushed the large, red ball gag into Katrinaâs mouth. He hummed softly as she slowly relaxed as each piece of bondage was added. He slid a blindfold over her eyes before he took lengths of red rope and bound her arms behind her, braiding the rope up her arms and around her chest. Her nipples were hard, excited at the attention her whole body was receiving.
Carl made sure to bind them tightly too. Katrinaâs breasts were not large, but after the rope was wound around them, they were large and lifted. Just how Carl liked them as it made it easier to tease and torture. More rope was wound around Katrina, tying her calves to her thighs as well as trailing from her chest down like a spider web, over her hips and sex to sit directly on her cl-
âWhatâre you reading?â
âNothing!â I screamed, shoving my phone under folders where Carlos could see it. I didnât hear him come in, again. âCan you stop sneaking up on me?â
âAre you watching porn? Cause if so, let me watch too,â Carlos chuckled as he set the food down on my desk.
âItâs not porn, just a book Iâm reading. I was at a good part,â I said, putting my phone in my drawer.
âI can tell. I knocked and said your name, but you didnât even look up. Whatâs it called? Maybe Iâll have a read,â he said, getting paper plates from the to go bags for us.
âI donât remember. Iâll look it up later for you,â I said, relaxing a bit. He would never find out what book it was if I could help it.
âOkay, cool,â he said. âHowâs work coming?â
âWell, Iâm going to be here all night if Chris doesnât stop scheduling missions last minute,â I said with a sigh. âI was hoping Iâd get out by midnight, but thatâs not happening.â
âIsnât there anyone else who can help with that?â Carlos asked as he divided up the food.
âYeah, but I like to do it myself and not have to double check work constantly. I already check my own, if someone else does it then Iâll have to double check them as well and itâs just easier to do it myself,â I said, seeing that I was able to get a rendering started. It would take half an hour so the small break and dinner wouldnât put me behind.
âYou know that Chris had a team put together for you, so you didnât have to do this on your own, right?â Carlos said, pulling my attention away from the computer.
âI know, I know, but. . . I just have a hard time letting someone else have control over stuff. Especially if Iâm the one thatâs signing off on it that itâs good to go,â I said. âI mean, itâs one thing to trust you with picking out food-â
âWhich you didnât, by the way,â Carlos said with a smirk.
âBut itâs another to have people's lives on the line. I wonât take chances with that,â I said, giving him a look.
âHey, Kit-Kat,â he said, reaching over to grab my hand that was twirling a pen. âYouâre the best this place has, but everyone here knows their job. Thatâs why theyâre here. You donât have to do this alone, the whole point of having a team is to rely on others.â
âI get that and I do hand things over, but. . .â I said, trailing off with a sigh. His hands were rough compared to mine. They were battle worn and had calluses from the hard physical labor of being a grunt. Carlos always knew how to use them though, in fights or like right then when I was slowly letting my guard down a bit. He sat quietly as he gently rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb.
âBut what?â He asked softly.
âBut itâs you on the mission and I cannot let anything go out that could get you hurt or worse,â I said, keeping my eyes on our hands. âI would never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me and my team and I didnât catch it because I handed it off to someone else.â
âYour team needs your trust though, Kit. I trust my team,â Carlos said, pulling me over in my wheely office chair. âLook, itâs going to take more than some broken tech to get rid of me okay?â I looked up at him, seeing that goofy smile behind that wild hair.
âYouâre my best friend, Carlos. I just donât want to lose you, okay?â I said, giving a soft smile back.
âLike I could leave you in a cruel Carlos-less world,â he chuckled, pulling me in for a hug.
In the midst of the hug, we knocked over a tub of butter chicken onto me and the floor. The orange sauce soaked into my clothes as it dripped down my desk as we pushed apart quickly.
âShit, sorry, Kit-Kat,â he said, jumping up to grab paper towels from the bathroom.
âNot your fault. We were getting emotional and this is our punishment for it,â I called after him with a laugh. Thankfully the food wasnât too hot, but it did cover the front of my shirt and pants. I was going to have to change clothes entirely. âHey, you get the stuff on the floor and desk, Iâm gonna run to the locker room and clean up. Iâm gonna have to shower to get all this off me,â I said with a sigh.
âGotcha. As much as I love butter chicken, I donât think that color suits you,â he said with a wink.
âI swear,â I grumbled, taking some of the paper towels from him to keep from dripping a trail of spices.
~~~~~~
Carlos let Kit walk away to get cleaned up as he took care of the floor and desk. It wasnât too bad of a spill, it just happened to end up mostly on Kit. Finding some spray cleaner in the cabinet behind her desk, he quickly took care of the spilt food. At least they still had the curry and rice.
With the spill cleaned up, Carlos made sure the other tubs had their lids closed tightly to avoid further catastrophe. He also found himself unsure of what to do next. He didnât want to eat without Kit, but what else was there to do? Then Carlos remembered her phone.
With a mischievous smirk, he dug it out from under the files then entered her passcode to find the book she had been reading. Was it probably not okay to do that? Yes. Was he probably going to get socked in the head by Kit if she found out? Very much yes. But when heâd arrived at her office, she had this look on her face with her mouth partially open and her pupils were blown wide as she was breathing a bit heavy. She had to have been reading something good.
For as long as heâd known Kit, sheâd been pretty controlling about things as well as uptight in general. Not really in a bad way, but she could learn to relax. Carlos thought it would be nice to date her, help her open up a bit as they enjoyed each otherâs company and liked being around one another a lot (they often stayed at each otherâs places on the weekends after missions or just because) but each attempt at flirting or asking out failed and he couldnât figure out why. That evening he was starting to think maybe they were just really good friends and thatâs how she saw them. He would have let it be and kept the friendship, but when he started to read her book, he realized he had been going about it ALL wrong.
So that was what his Kit-Kat really wanted. Not the guy next door routine heâd relied on and thought everyone wanted. Well then, it was time to do some research and dig a bit more into this new scene heâd stumbled upon.
The mission was planned to be only a few days and had a lot of waiting around, so Carlos had planned to take time to read up on some things. The others didnât question him about what it was, his reading picks were pretty random ranging from gunsmithing to Japanese geo-political situations to Ethiopian cooking. So when his nose was buried in a kindle in the down time, they didnât think twice.
What Carlos found out was that there was a LOT more to the book Kit had been reading and he was starting to think heâd gone in over his head. He had to remind himself though, this was the girl heâd wanted to be with for nearly four years and he was going to do his homework and go that extra mile to impress her and woo her. Even if it meant learning about a whole subculture.
Back at home, he usually spent his first day home with Kit to come down from the adrenaline and anxiety, but the mission was a flop. They had been there for just an hour when they were told that they wouldnât be needed after all because they ended up choosing a different security company. That was the third time in a month that had happened. Jobs were getting harder to get and keep it seemed with some other rival company called âUmbrellaâ swooping in at the last second to steal the job. He let Kit know what had happened so heâd be home sooner. She had already said that it was okay that he wasnât coming over, she was finally letting herself rest. So he was going to take advantage of seeing about the local BDSM scene. Heâd read a lot, but needed to talk to someone who knew about it and could explain some things to him. Last thing he wanted was to come in guns blazing and scare Kit off completely.
Finding the building, heâd called ahead to make an appointment to talk to the owner of a local BDSM club. Her name was Lady Alcina Dimitrescu and she was a dom at the club as well.
Carlos wanted to be as serious as he could be about the lesson, so he dressed in his best jeans and a button up that was clean. He didnât really have much in the way of dress clothing save for a suit and he felt that was over kill. At the front door of the club, he found there was no sign to say what it was other than a black and gold sign marked âClub Gold.â The door itself was down a few steps with a patio on either side of opaque glass windows, the wood of the door was thick and heavy, but a shiny black to match the sign.
Should he knock? Should he message that he was there? Carlos didnât want to be rude, but he also didnât want to be late. Checking the door, he found it unlocked. There were no people around the front so when he walked in, the place was quiet. It was the middle of the day, so a BDSM club probably wasnât in itâs prime hours.
âMr. Oliveira?â A womanâs voice asked. Carlos turned to see in the bar area where she stood. Dressed in a black business dress with matching patent leather heels that he was pretty sure would work as daggers, the woman smiled and waved to him. âWelcome, Iâm Lady Dimitrescu,â she said as he walked over to him. Every step was confident and powerful, the click clack of her heels had âunfâ behind them. Her posture and movements said she was very much in control.
âHello, uh, call me Carlos, please,â he said with a smile, holding out a hand to her.
âOf course. Welcome to âClub Gold,ââ she said as she took his hand in a firm shake. âUsually we donât open till 10 PM, but your email was intriguing. Usually we donât teach directly, but because you explained your situation quite well, Iâd be happy to help.â
âThank you, really,â Carlos said. âIâm not too sure about joining a club like this, but I definitely want to make sure I have what it takes to woo my girl.â
âThatâs the beauty of the scene. Itâs all safe, sane, and consensual. You donât do anything you donât like and neither does your partner or all the participants of your scene. Thatâs why communication is important. You want to show this young lady that youâre interested in her, but she seems to be interested in less conventional romances, yes?â Lady Dimitrescu said.
âYeah. I read some of the books she has and I figured that maybe I should try something else. Maybe something to suggest that I would like to try out her interests or at the least show that Iâm not the guy next door that has no clue how to pick up on hints and such,â Carlos said with a soft chuckle.
âWell then, letâs begin,â Lady Dimitrescu said with a smirk. She turned on her heel, crooking her finger for him to follow her deeper into the club. Carlos eagerly followed, unaware of all that he would learn.
~~~~~~
I hadnât seen Carlos in a few days, well properly. There had been a few run ins at the cafeteria, but heâd quickly run off with a wave because of training. It wasnât that odd, given they had to stay in top shape. Especially with down time now, he would be training a lot more. Which meant I was free to work without him popping in to distract me. Though I really did like him dropping in once in a while. It was getting a bit lonely as I passed on a few projects to my team. I was taking some of his advice to trust my team and make less work for myself. They were excited to have decent work, so I let them have it. It meant I wasnât as stressed and could get more important work done.
About lunch time, I had decided to head to the cafeteria for some coffee and maybe something from the lunch line. At the coffee station, I grabbed the creamer and mixed it with the steaming, dark drink in my tumbler as I heard the clomping footsteps I was used to.
âHey there stranger,â I said, giving Carlos a smile. He was in his work out clothes, meaning I could see how sweaty he was in his tight tee and sweatpants that hugged his ass perfectly. I would never complain about seeing that. âHowâs it going?â
âGood, weâre doing drills today so Iâm getting my ass handed to me by Jill,â he chuckled, leaning against the counter next to me.
âWell, you have fun with that. I stay in the office for that reason. My ass would be taken out by a rogue fly if I tried to do any of the training you guys did more than necessary,â I said with a snort.
âOh I donât know. I think youâd surprise yourself,â he said with a snort before pointing to my back. âOh, your shirtâs come undone in the back.â
Clothing for the most part was pretty casual for the organization, mostly because we had to be able to move and run at a momentâs notice. So, my jeans and black top were in line with policy. The one I had on was over a gray tank top. It gave me long sleeves while winding around my chest to tie in the back. I usually had a lab coat on when in my office or working with my team, but it was one of those days of just being easy to overheat with that one extra layer so the lab coat was off on my break.
âCrap, can you get them for me so I donât look like an octopus trying to turn around with a spine?â I asked, knowing that it probably came undone because of my crappy tying skills. If it was in front of me, that would be a different story.
âYeah, sure thing, Kit-Kat,â he said as he moved behind me. I was not prepared for what happened next.
Standing behind me, Carlos adjusted the straps to tighten them. Which would be fine, but he was so close as he worked his arms around me to make sure nothing was pinching or pulling. His dexterous fingers pressed the tie string down just under my breasts to almost braid it down my midsection. Carlos' breath was hot on the back of my neck and I swear he was just an inch away from pressing against me. Then the man had the audacity to tighten the string like he was lacing up a corset as he made just the lowest and softest grunt. I could not help the face I made as my eyes went wide and my cheeks got hot.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no.
âDoes it feel okay?â He asked, his voice low as he stayed close.
âMhmm,â I nodded, not trusting my voice to be steady as I felt him tie it off. âThanks.â
âYouâre welcome. I better get some food, training is gonna start again soon. Iâll see you later,â Carlos said, stepping away and suddenly turned back into his usual goofy self. I waved back to him before looking at my coffee and questioning everything I knew.
What the hell just happened?
âUh, Kit?â Rebecca Chambers, the head medical officer, asked as she came up to me. âYou okay?â
âWho was that man and what did he do with Carlos?â I wheezed, turning to look at her as I held onto the counter to steady my suddenly shaky legs.
The surprise of Carlos suddenly becoming a very, very dominating flirt was jarring, but not in a bad way. In fact it was really nice and I think I discovered something new about myself and having clothes tied to me. Damn it.
Later in the week, I was told I had training to do. It was for field missions as well as team building. Everyone was given a partner, scientists and computer techs were paired up with field grunts and commanders. Who did I get paired up with? Carlos of course.
There was an obstacle course that we would run through, which was set up two stories high. We would help balance each other as we step up a pair of logs to a post and then go across a line while holding lengths of rope like a rope swing. We then would climb across a rope lattice to the third post to zipline to the fourth post where you and your partner had to swing across a large gap to the last post that had a wobbly rope and plank bridge.
It didnât seem that hard, but as Carlos and I grabbed the harnesses and helmets to put on, we saw the pairs trying to work together only to fail. The teams kept falling off the obstacles or getting stuck upside down, it was a bloodbath.
âSo, how are we going to make it through that?â I asked as we stood off to the side.
âYouâve been through worse, itâll be a piece of cake for us,â Carlos said as he slipped on his harness easily. âJust donât get stuck in your head like you tend to do and youâll be fine.â
âUh huh,â I said with a snort as I attempted to put my own harness on. âJesus Christ on a bike. Carlos, help. Iâm already tangled in the harness and I havenât even left the ground.â
âAlright, keep your shorts on,â he said with a chuckle. He grabbed the waist harness and held it open for me to get my legs in the right holes before having me hold the nylon straps in place. Whatever had gotten into him before had come back because he knelt directly in front of me to tighten my harness. âThat feel good?â He asked, looking up from under those damn gorgeous eyelashes with a crooked smile. His voice had gone low and I felt its rumble against parts of me that it shouldnât have. âYou need it tighter, Minha gatinha?â
âWhat are you doing?â I hissed. My cheeks were HOT. While a lot of the employees here didnât speak Portuguese, I did. Was this flirting better than before? Yes. Was I enjoying it? Very much yes. Was it surprising and had me taken aback into a fluster? Jesus yes. Did I know how to process this while we were at work and in front of EVERYONE? Absolutely not.
âWhat? Iâm just making sure my partner is prepared for the obstacle course,â he said as he tightened the straps a bit before standing up to lean in close to my ear. âNow, be a good girl and put your helmet on.â
This man was an alien and had taken over my best friendâs body because Carlos could never make me blush so hard and have me squeezing my thighs together as I tried to remember how to breathe.
âYes, Sir,â I said, my voice breathy as I put my helmet on and clipped the straps. Of course Carlos had to adjust it, his fingers grazing over my scalding skin as he looked on like it was nothing.
âNow, letâs go win an obstacle course,â he said, putting his arm around my shoulders to lead me to where we started.
The obstacle course went well, we didnât fall, but it did take us some time when my foot got tangled in the rope lattice. Carlos was quick though, helping me lift that foot to shake it free. He also showed mercy by being his usual self when we were up there, probably to keep me from falling off like a fainting goat.
That was only the beginning though.
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