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It was good to be the boss.

Silver thumbed through it all. Expense reports, investments, testimonials on how much the new Team Rocket was helping trainers around the region—even the globe. “Eat your heart out, old man," he said, sipping a small flute of wine, savoring the flavor before letting it trickle down. “I brought us inside the law and look at me now. Half your age and more successful than you ever dreamed you could be."

Lesser men might be tempted to shunt aside the work, or feel daunted or intimidated by the sheer scope, but Silver Larussa was no lesser man. He worked hard and was reaping the benefits of success, and he enjoyed the drive to make Team Rocket both more respectable and more successful than ever before. Finally finished with the last of the documents, he drained the flute and settled back into his chair, smiling at his own good fortune.

His study was spacious, tastefully adorned with understated yet luxurious cushions, chairs, and hardwood bookshelves. If there was one thing of Giovanni's he didn't regard with contempt, it was the old man's style. Though the materials were of Silver's own choosing, they were of similar make—just because the head of the Rockets was now a businessman, not a mafia don, there was no excuse to engage in poor taste.

A warm, roaring fire glowed in the hearth, filling the room with orange light and the faintest hint of woodsmoke. The smell reminded him of Lustre, the Typhlosion, and his trainer—Silver's paramour, Annie.

He blinked, recognizing the burgeoning insistence at the front of his pants. Already? Well, to be honest, he shouldn't be surprised. Power was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

He had a little time before he retired, so why not indulge? Annie was away, working on their behalf in Kalos—but she'd return soon. She always came back for winters in Johto. The thought of her imminent return—and the debauchery the two of them had in store—enticed him even more.

Crossing the study to his desk, he opened a low drawer, exposing the items he was looking for: a collar and a stack of photos.

He pulled out the collar, rubbing his thumb errantly along it, enjoying the tactile teasing of its smooth leather on his skin. He'd collar her first thing when she got back. He held it up to his nose and took a brief whiff, savoring the leather's husky smell. Interspersed, so far back it was almost unnoticeable, was her own scent…

Gods, but he was hard.

Setting aside the collar, he picked up the photos with one hand. With the other, he drifted down and gradually started fiddling with his belt. Slowly… slowly. There was time to savor it all. He was proud of his patience, which drove the excitable Annie wild. The contrast between them was why they meshed so well.

The pictures were sublime. In the first few, she lounged in lingerie, her loose dark hair splaying down to her shoulders. She knelt on a plush, dark satin cushion with her legs slightly spread, showing off both her black lace panties and fishnets. One strap of her bra was seductively slipped off her shoulder, and she positively smoldered at the camera…

His pants were down, and he took his cock in his hand. Lingering on the picture, he gave it a long stroke, and shuddered at how good it made him feel.

In the next pic she laid on her stomach, facing away from the camera. Soft candlelight illuminated her body, gleaming with a small sheen of sweat. The focus was on her bare skin, every supple contour teasing, and her head was slightly curved, a coy glint of mischief glimmering in her barely-visible eye.

He had moved from stroking to long, generous pumps. Each action sent a spike of pleasure through him, and he found himself sweating, his breathing growing labored. His body screamed for him to just do it already, treat himself and get it over with, but he would not. He was no bestial pokemon, slave to his lusts. He would take his time, savoring every luscious moment, like the true master that he was. Whether in business, pleasure, or self-indulgence, he knew how to set the pace.

For several long minutes, Silver gradually thumbed through picture after picture, stopping on his favorites. Here, one where she knelt, looking up at the camera with sultry eyes. There, one where she stood displaying the full enticement of her body. Sometimes he brushed the backs of his fingernails across his chest and stomach, the slight sensation almost maddening given the heights of arousal he had driven himself to. His pace had quickened, but every time he came close to finishing, he backed down, slowing the movements. It was maddening in the most marvelous way.

Finally he came to his favorite picture. Annie wore the same lingerie as in the first, gorgeous black lace with a few cutesy touches here and there, and lounged against a paneled wall, one leg up against the wood. Her eyes were half-lidded, sultry and sexy invitations to come and see. He loved her eyes. Though she normally wore glasses, when she took them off, he could truly see how lovely they were—dark almost to the point of being black, glorious the way midnight was glorious.

There were red marks on her thighs and hips in the picture—she'd recently dallied with Lustre, it seemed. Silver didn't mind. He knew she entertained her pokemon (hell, she'd laid with some of his) and considered it part of her appeal. If he was to be honest with himself, the fact that she kept getting rutted by beasts only to return to him made him feel even more confident in his own prowess.

Her lips were curved and coy, teasing him to slide his cock over them. At the top left and bottom right of her mouth were beauty marks, with a third nestled directly underneath her eye. When she sucked his cock and looked up at him, he enjoyed dwelling on those marks…

Setting aside the photos, he leaned back, luxuriating in the sensation. Taking grip of his cock, he turned his head up, allowing himself to fall into reminiscence and fantasy.

He imagined her licking his cock, her hot tongue sliding over the sensitive skin with the same pace that he was pleasuring himself. Every pump from his hand became Annie's mouth taking his shaft, every pulse of pleasure was the warmth she gave him…

He picked up the pace once more, grunting a bit. He'd held out and controlled himself for so long. It was finally time to let loose. He imagined himself snapping the collar around her neck, imagined her gleefully submissive look as he bent her over and nibbled her ear, murmuring teasings and promises as his cock rubbed against her sensitive pussy, making her shiver and whine with need until she was begging him to put it in her…

He was pumping harder now, his grunts growing louder. There was the soft smack of his hand hitting his groin, filling the room with its regular rhythm.

Gods, but she'd been away for so long, and he hadn't realized until just now how hungrily he'd been anticipating her return. “I need it," he grunted, moving faster and faster. “I need her back…"

He envisioned his cock slamming the back of her throat, the wet warmth maddening as he fought to keep from blowing his load right then and there, his hand grasping her hair to keep her there as he fucked her face. And her eyes stared up at him, wide and appreciative and coyly teasing…

“Nnnnngh," he vocalized, feeling the telltale tingle at the base of his cock that signified an oncoming orgasm. “F-fuck…"

He imagined her wiping his cum off her face and then licking her hands clean, shivering at the taste… He envisioned her eyes wide and appreciative at his cock, a bead of pre at the tip, before she turned and presented herself to him. He lined up with her tunnel and slid inside, glorying in her keening pleasure—

He came.

Silver gasped as his penis pulsed and throbbed, white-hot electric ecstasy arcing through his body. There was the familiar splash as he came on his lower stomach, the warmth spreading over the skin. He grunted as it flushed out, the pleasure peaking and then gradually fading away until it was a low but oh-so-delicious undercurrent. He sat back, panting, his arm mildly sore from how long he'd managed to hold off before coming. There were tissues nearby to clean himself off with, but for the moment, he was content to sit back and let the afterglow ride out.

“And that's just the beginning of what I have in store for you," he muttered, remembering the secret plans he'd laid for her return. Across the room, on his desk, the poke ball of Maelstrom, his titanic and insatiable Feraligatr, gleamed. Silver had, in his boundless altruism, decided to share with his top pokemon. “Annie… When you come back, it's going to be the ride of your life."