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"I would like to kill someone, Miss Cicero." Norman said absently, as though he was asking for a meeting to be set.

His mind wandered as he stared out the window of their suite at the Swiss ski lodge. He still hadn't heard back from the various businessmen he'd approached in Munich two weeks ago. If he was going to save his grandfather's company, he needed funding. Half of those men were in bed with the mob. The other half were indebted to them. Yet they were keeping him on eggshells while they decided if he was worth investing in.

He needed a way to release the tension and killing someone was the best way to do that. The second best way involved Miss Cicero...Norman pushed that thought from his mind.

Business first.

"What is the schedule for tonight?" he asked.

"Whom, Sir?" she asks simply, just in case this an actual specific need rather than a general one. Precision was important.

"5 p.m. conference call -- it will be 11 a.m. in New York. 6:30 p.m. dinner and drinks with a few local bank managers. You asked that the remainder stay open depending on circumstances."

"Someone pretty." he said simply.

"Our friends from the meeting haven't called back yet. Was I too forward in my desire? Did I miss something in my sales' pitch that might have pushed them away?" he asked, looking at her now. Stella Cicero was pretty. Strikingly beautiful, in all truth. Many days, he had no idea why she was still here, knowing what she knew of him. Perhaps the pay was really that good.

"Yes, keep the remainder open. I'll give our friends a little more time to call. We'll have to go back to America soon, either way. If I can't come up with the necessary funding, OsCorp goes into bankruptcy and they'll auction it off. The thought of Tony Stark or some ingrate buying my father's legacy makes me ill, Stella. Physically ill." Norman said.

He hadn't been physically ill since he was a boy, so the idea of such was a novelty.

"Noted, Sir." Disfavored gangland hangers-on would be a little harder to find at a Swiss chalet, but she could still check if the mood didn't lift quickly. Laxness in effort was never appropriate.

For now, the matter at hand. "I don't believe forwardness was an issue, Sir. Considering their current situations, they would probably play things close to the vest initially in any case."
She looks at him. "I'm sure you'll stop it, Mister Osborn." And then a shift in her perfect posture. "Would you like me to take a letter, Sir?"

"You would take dictation now, Miss Cicero? It's early." Norman said, raising an eyebrow. Yes, he would love for her to take dictation but only if she was ready. He had not written to his uncle and mother in some time. Nor his cousin.

"I have a few letters that need to go out, if you're willing." he said, a small smile pulling at his lips

"It is, but might need to get more done than usual, Sir." Stella unfastened two buttons on her blouse. She stepped beside his chair in such a position that he could easily turn towards her. "Please," she said softly, a little reminder that though she considered immediate obedience to his instruction part of her job, she had her own interest in their routines as well.

"Where should I start? Ah, before the letters, I should have down on paper a business plan." he said, turning toward her.

He kissed the now-exposed area of her chest once. "Upon my return to America, I'll need to contact a corporate lawyer of some repute to begin the paperwork necessary to file an injunction against the auctioning of OsCorp." Norman said.

"Remind me to contact the members of the board who were loyal to my grandfather. J. Jonah Jameson comes to mind if he's still about. Gather them for a demonstration of a new energy source I've hit upon. Clean, stable and renewable."

He undid the next few buttons on her blouse to open it fully. "Pause dictation. Is that the Victoria's Secret bra I bought you for your birthday?" he asked her.

She kept herself close and presented so that he could progress. She committed his words perfectly to memory. When the time came to copy it out, she'd add notes of recommendations of particular firms, etc. but for now, she kept her eyes focused on him. as he touched her, undressed her, kissed her.

"Yes, Sir," she says, her chest heaving a little in it already as her breath shifts. Stella could enforce more calm on her physical reactions if she needed to, but she chose to leave them fairly on display for him. Like her body when he wanted it. The blouse slipped off and was draped on the corner of the desk. "Thank you again; I appreciated your keeping me in mind."

"Resume dictation. I will acquire controlling interest in OsCorp in order to guide the company's future decision and put a larger focus on R&D." Norman said, running his hand over her stomach.

"Once the company is back in the black, I'll also by Smythe Technologies. I want the designs for the Spider-Slayers that Alstair Smythe had. New York's costume vigilantes need to be dealt with and I'll offer these to them along with a donation for better gear." he said, leaning back in his chair.

"Good start so far?" he asked.

Her knees started to buckle at his hand. As he continues, she sinks down, her hands pressed to his legs. "Yes, Sir." There was quite a tinge in her affirming tone. Something a little wilder. "It's good agenda for forward momentum." That's how she wants him. Looking forward. Not worrying but feeling powerful

"Excellent. Fundraise Gala at some point. Invite people, drink wine, smile, the works." Norman said, reaching out to cup one of her breasts gently. He was having trouble keeping his thoughts organized but Miss Cicero was good with taking notes. She'd have the finished product ready for him later.

"Finding a place to live would be a good idea. While the house is being renovated, look into a penthouse of some kind, will you?" he asks.

"Remove your dress, Stella. And your underwear for that matter. Then sit upon my lap. Keep your heels, though.

The affirming sound at his request is almost a whimper. From someone who normally took various things quite impassively, it was a lot.

His last instruction gets, as usual, quick compliance. She wriggles out of the remainder of her clothes and climbs into his lap, naked save for the shoes.

Once she is seated on his lap, Norman holds her close and inhales her scent. While Norman could likely have his pick of attractive women, none of them were so...accommodating as Miss Cicero. And no others were willing to take letters and other documents whilst he did inappropriate things to them.

He'd tried before. Miss Cicero had buried her body.

His hand stroked her thigh gently, caressing the pale flesh beneath his hand. Then his hand stole slowly, gently, between her thighs to tease at her nether lips, the sensation causing him to inhale sharply.

"I think a penthouse would work for the time being, don't you?" he whispered.

"Yessir," she gasped softly. "I'll get right on that when we get back. ...When you've won this."

Norman's fingers slipped inside of Stella slowly and he smiled as she gasped. She was always so ready for him and he enjoyed making her wait on his pleasure.

"Switzerland is one of my favorite places in the world. Do you know why, Stella? Here is a hint. It has to do with you." he said, withdrawing his fingers before pressing them inside of her over and over again.

"If it's because you've always had me at your mercy here, Sir," she said, moaning a little, breath hitching and chest heaving, "you have that everywhere. Please"

"Well, that's part of it, of course. But mostly because I can do this to you and see the mountains at the same time." Norman said, his fingers moving further inside of her.

She would be able to feel his arousal beneath her and his unoccupied hand traced its way from her neck, down her spine, to the small of her back.

"We will have to try this in New York and see what view will match this one, if any. Perhaps inside the Statue of Liberty?" he suggested.

She moaned, then shivered, at his attentions. "Might be a good place to start, Sir. It would take some time before we could experiment with the view from Stark Tower."

"Now /that/ was an idea I hadn't thought of, Miss Cicero. I'd rename it Osborn Tower, of course. There might be something worthwhile about New York after all..." he said.

"Would suit it much better, Sir," she hisses between her teeth. "You know how much I generally recommend forward momentum." She manages to stop her hands just short of the front of his trousers. "Please."

Norman's gaze fixes on Stella for over a minute, drawing out the tension of the moment before he gives a brief nod of his head.

"You've done well recently, Miss Cicero. You may continue." he said.

She waits as long as he makes her, still shivering a little under his eyes, then there's an acknowledging sound as she undoes his trousers and reaches in, taking him in hand and stroking. "Thank you."

Norman gasps as Stella strokes him, his breathing growing ragged in short order. He attempts to say something encouraging but his brain and mouth have stopped communicating at this second.

Her other hand reaches lower to cup him as the first continues working, steadily and firmly. "What would you like next, Mr. Osborn?"

"Your mouth. Now, please." Norman managed to get out as she worked him.

She slinks off his lap to kneel on the floor in front of his chair, her hips twitching a little. She nuzzles her face against him a little before taking him into her mouth, slow and thorough.

A rough groan escapes Norman's lips as Stella's mouth took him in. He murmured her name as he tried not to fidget in the chair. She was great at what she did and Norman loved every second of it. Sometimes, he wished business didn't get in the way of pleasure. He might have Stella doing this more often otherwise.

After several minutes of her ministrations, Norman indicated that Stella should climb back onto his lap.

"Now. I need to be inside of you, Stella. Say anything you want, the more obscene the better." he demanded.

She immediately complied, straddling him and soon shifting to impale herself on him, leaving him mostly clothed with all the privacy and status-difference that implied, letting the sensation focus.. and looking him in the eyes. "Of course you realize, I wouldn't let just anyone fuck me like this, Norman."

"I'd hope that you would at least make them work for it." Norman said, his hands reaching around to grasp her ass.

"You feel great, Stella..."

Stella hmphs a little. "I made them crawl..." which contrasts with the needy little whimper as his grip. "Feels perfect."

He practically shudders as she says she's made people crawl to be near her. Part of him thinks Stella would look wonderful, crawling on the floor while begging him to take her. The idea only heightens his desire.

"Faster..." he commands, moving his hips to match his pace to hers.

She'd do it. Maybe that'll be next time. Stella's into control. Herself, information, circumstances, people. The Boss is her exception, where she willingly hands some of that control over, fulfilling a completely different set of emotional and physical needs.

"Yessir." And faster it is, meeting his movements by slamming herself down on him again and again.

Norman felt the pressure rising, readying himself to reward Stella with one of his most intense climaxes to date...when the desk phone rang.

He immediately stopped her motion in its tracks. He held her in place and smiled wickedly.

"Answer it now, Miss Cicero."

Stella gasps, nearly sobbing... and obeys. "Hello, Norman Osborn's temporary office, how many I help you?" she asks, her voice deliberately steadied, her body still, but her eyes in lust-crazed agony.

Norman is not a nice man by any stretch of the imagination. But Stella knows he can be cruel. Especially now.

He gives a thrust of his hips as she listens, attempting to disrupt her concentration while she takes the call.

"Miss Cicero, my name is Kimiko Tsuryaba. I have gone over the proposal put forth by your employer and I think we can come to an agreement regarding the renewal of OsCorp.

Is he interested?" Tsurayaba asked.

And his cruelty never gets him anything but faithful service from her. Funny, that.
The tension running through her becomes absolute as she has to stifle her response so it's no more than a hitch in her breath, so that she's not moaning with need to the woman as she's trying to access her mental file on her.

"Indeed, Tsuryaba-san, Mr. Osborn is very interested in working with you."

"I am flying in to New York in two days. Shall we meet for dinner?" Miss Tsurayaba asked.

"We should be back in New York by that point as well, and dinner would be excellent. May Mr. Osborn recommend --" she named the restaurant, owned in part by one of her father's old clients. Reliable. Safe. This was a windfall, and Norman would be appreciative, but considering Tsurabaya's incredibly... 'lucky' record of steady investments, she'd prefer not to have them on unknown ground where more than financial leverage could come into play. Still "--unless you had a suggestion?"

"That restaurant sounds excellent. I'll see you both in two days. Please have a good day." Kimiko said.

And the call ended.

"Now what was that about, Miss Cicero?" Norman asked, leaning forward to kiss the space between her breasts.

"We have dinner with Kimiko Tsurabaya back in New York in two days. She's read your proposal and wants in."

Norman looked at Stella with a mixture of curiosity, belief and relief. Someone wanted in. There would be a price, likely, but he was okay with that.

But he was even more grateful now for Stella's support.

He stood, easily lifting her with him, and laid her back on the desk. Then he took her quickly and furiously until he climaxed inside of her, his final groan echoing through their room. When he was done, he looked down at her with an expression of wonder.

"And still you bring me good luck, Stella." he whispered tenderly, leaning in to kiss her.

She shuddered, moaned... and when they were done, just looked up at him rather adoringly and smiled.

When that very nice kiss was over. "So, a bite to eat while I book our plane tickets for tomorrow, Sir?"

"Yes, food sounds like a great idea. I seem to have worked up an appetite somehow." Norman said with a playful grin.

"It's happening, Stella. It's really happening. Very soon, I'll be back where I belong: on top." he said, noting the irony of their current positioning.

"Exactly so."