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The Penalty Game	By : Death's_Essence Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 3694 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Penalty Game – Chapter 2
A/N – Thank you so much to everyone who read or reviewed/favorited/followed chapter 1! I can't tell you how floored I was by the response! I really wasn't sure how well the story would be received, so it's a relief to find out that others like what I wrote.
***For updates in between chapter postings, check my Fanfiction.net profile. I update the note at the top regularly to let readers know where I am in the writing process.***
I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO UPDATE THIS! I really didn't want to go this long between updates, but a lot has been happening and this chapter was originally really long! I had to split it into two chapters, so chapter 3 is a direct continuation of chapter 2.
***IMPORTANT TIME SETTING NOTE: For this story, I moved the original timeline ahead 10 years to incorporate the technology of today, gives me more ways to play. Instead of it being 1997, it's 2007. So Raccoon City gets nuked in October 2008.***
***WESKER CHARACTER NOTE: This is my theory on Wesker's personality. We know he's capable of friendship, the canon shows he had one friend, William Birkin. They knew each other for years, probably spent a lot of time together, they participated in Marcus’ assassination together, and they likely respected one another. He also asked Birkin to leave Umbrella with him. Based on that, I assume he must be able to care about a person on some level. I think Wesker can only form attachments to a very select few because of his childhood.
And once he does become attached, he never lets them go. Partly because he's obsessive and egotistical, but also because when his interest in someone is triggered, or he bonds with a person enough to enjoy being around them, it alters him mentally in a way that makes the person, while alive, a necessary part of his life to maintain his mental stability. I think he suffered a great deal of emotional trauma during his childhood that he never dealt with (and likely isn’t aware of) and that made him the way he was in the games.
The games didn’t reveal much of his background, but I’ve done some research into the effects of childhood traumas and how they manifest in adulthood, and I can guess at a few things that likely happened to him. We know he was kidnapped as a child and taken from his family, the kidnapping may or may not have been violent. We know that all the Wesker children underwent mental conditioning and rigorous training and endurance tests. Since Progenitor wasn’t completed until 1966 and Umbrella wasn’t established until 1968, but the Wesker Children project began in the 60s, he was likely kidnapped between the ages of 6-9. But since he wasn’t aware that his upbringing was designed and controlled by Spencer, he must have been brainwashed to forget his original family or too young to really remember them well, so I put his age closer to 8 when he was taken. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was raised by an Umbrella-appointed fake family with a narcissist father. And he likely grew up in an emotionally-repressive home (the kind of home where you had to hide your emotions to keep yourself safe, because emotions could be used against you) where he received little to no affection.
I suspect strongly that he was abused physically, and likely emotionally. Any failure to meet or exceed expectations was likely punished with physical violence or some form of neglect. His ‘family’ must have made him believe that he had to be the best to have any worth and molded him to adhere to Spencer’s treasured ideals. My final assumption for his background is that his fake parents controlled his every action and placed extreme restrictions on him, robbing him of any sense of control over his own life. When I took into account what I already knew about his character and his words/actions in the games, all of these assumptions made sense and fit within his character profile. These types of childhood trauma could produce a man like Wesker. I know my character theory definitely takes creative liberties with the canon, but that's my reasoning and I'm going with it.***

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Wesker sat in his den, reclining in the comfort of a dark brown leather armchair as he sipped an aged Cognac from a crystal snifter. The blonde was pondering this new development with the lovely Claire Redfield. It was sudden. Unexpected. And so very convenient. How often did opportunities like this fall into his lap? Rarely. To not act on this stroke of good fortune could potentially cost him an advantage later. But it would have to be approached carefully, handled with a meticulous hand, and guided along a path designed specifically for her. A day had already passed, but he hadn't had a free moment to go over the fortuitous event from yesterday and review the information he had learned. To adapt his strategy and use this recent change to gain ground on what would be a long process.
Now that he knew Claire was an untouched virgin, a detail that left him painfully erect each time he remembered it, he'd have to modify his plans somewhat. Not the end goal, that would remain the same, but the means he would need to employ to make Claire his. A virgin Claire, she couldn't be any more perfect. His mouth watered at the thought of her laying naked and flushed beneath him, with her legs wide open and so ready to give herself to him, the dark satisfaction of taking her virginity and breaking her hymen - physical proof of his claim on her - when he took her to his bed for the first time, the way she would cling to him in pain as he soothed her with soft kisses and whispered praise, how her discomfort would shift to pleasure as he began to move within her and make her whole in the way only a man could, the look of rapture on her beautiful face as they went headlong into blissful oblivion together.
A groan escaped his lips as he reached down to adjust near his belt, the protrusion of his painful arousal evident even in his dark slacks. This was nearly an hourly occurrence that was quickly becoming intolerable. Wesker chose not to deal with his erection, he couldn't afford to let lust distract him right now.
Wesker would be the first, last, and only man to penetrate her sweet body, to feel her walls stretch around his thick cock, to fill her passage with his hot seed. He wanted, no, needed to root himself in her welcoming heat, but that wouldn't have the effect he desired. Not yet. It pained him greatly to think it, but sex alone wouldn't be enough to bind her to him absolutely. Any useless boy could fuck a woman and she might crave him for a while, maybe even remember him fondly, but that wasn't enough for Wesker. He aimed to ingrain himself so deeply into her soul that he became a part of her, so that she'd always feel his absence.
It was only fair that she obsess about him as he did her, so she could understand the torment he bore every day. Obsession was natural for Wesker, it wouldn't be for Claire. So for this to be possible, he'd have to chip away at her mental barriers, the mind's natural defenses that protected a person's core from being altered by external forces. Those walls would be demolished to expose her vulnerability to his wicked ministrations. Then he could ensure that she wouldn't be able to live without him. But she'd need to retain her inner strength, without it she wouldn't be able to survive as his mate or thrive while he courted her and revealed his true nature.
He eyed the picture frame he kept on the long desk sitting across from the wall of monitors on the other side of the room and smiled. The photo was of him and Claire. Chris had technically been in the picture as well, as it was taken when Chris had won an award for his marksmanship and the three had posed together for a photo. But he'd cropped the third wheel out, leaving only him and his beaming dear heart in the picture, his arm politely snaked around her back to look casual as they stood next to each other.
Yes, the break down would have to be gradual, a single piece at time. Introducing her to his world in increments would ensure a gentle cultivation. Slowly seducing his love's mind before he marked her body as his would allow her to willingly accept, and adore, being possessed by him. What he intended wouldn't destroy her independence or force of will, nor her psyche, as he had no desire to keep her as a hollow shell that lived to serve him and followed orders without question simply because the personality behind the eyes didn't exist any longer. To snuff out her fire would be the greatest sin imaginable. His fierce temptress would retain who she was, because it was her unique character as well as her physical loveliness that had infatuated him. But he was aware that he was a difficult and selfish man, someone with intense passions and a monopolizing nature. And she would need to be prepped for that. He was an ambitious man with grand schemes for the future, if she was going to remain with him once he put those machinations into action, 'and she would,' he thought with a snarl, then some warping and molding was mandatory.
He tipped the glass back against his lips, the amber liquid sliding down his throat. The cognac warmed the pit of his stomach where it settled, calming his inner monologue.
First things first, he reminded himself, there was a natural order of events that would have to be observed to achieve his goals within the timeline he'd allotted. A woman's heart took time to coax open and there was the issue of his dear one's infuriating brother. He could be a hindrance if he wasn't extremely careful. Thankfully, Claire was just as keen on her brother not becoming aware of their involvement with one another. Still, finding time alone with her might prove difficult. His position as Chris' superior provided him some power to create opportunities, but it was limited. For now, he could work around this problem, but it would need to be addressed further later.
He thought back to the look in her eyes as he'd teased her thigh in his office, how she'd panted for him and spread herself open to unconsciously invite him to touch her most intimate place. She was attracted to him, that much he was sure of. But was it enough to move forward? It was a gamble, one wrong move, a single push too far, and the damage could be irreparable. However, it was imperative that she share his erotic tastes for this to succeed, because it was unacceptable for him to be the only one enjoying their trysts. To not be able to, or worse, not be concerned with pleasing his woman would be a black mark against him as a man, a failing in his duties and abilities.
The very thought filled him with rage. Wesker did not fail. And his dear heart would never be left unsatisfied. But he couldn't change what he was. Even though Wesker was able to take pleasure in the lighter variety of sex, it would never truly satisfy him. No, his passions veered towards the unconventional. The twisted. What most would label as "kinky", a silly term that nonetheless described the BDSM-based nature of his physical intimacy. He was a sadist, a dominant, a predator for willing prey. This was something he kept to himself not out of shame, as he felt none, but in the interest of maintaining his public image. Humans were weak and frightened by that which they did not understand, even more so when it was given a name.
For him, it was a requirement that she be able to enjoy his touch, because there was only so much gentleness he could give her, it just wasn't a strong component of his temperament. Her being entirely untouched and deliciously new to the pleasures of the flesh simplified the process though, and for that he was grateful. A virgin would be infinitely easier to influence, far more susceptible to his carnal indoctrination as he primed her to be his life partner. He'd have to push her out of her comfort zone, pairing punishment, humiliation, and debasement with affection, praise, and tenderness to make her receptive to her training. In time, fear and pain would be spices to enhance her pleasure, things she would eagerly crave when she was with him.
To ensure her happiness, it was essential that she become accustomed to doing things she may not want to do for the sake of pleasing him. If she was to act as his right hand in the empire he would build, there would be times where she'd have to be morally flexible to do what needed to be done. But he could begin those lessons in the bedroom and bolster her confidence as she fell under his sway. A submissive sex kitten in the bedroom was the dream of any dominant male, but outside of it he would need a capable and independent partner absolutely loyal to him. Besides, he didn't want a true submissive, he wanted her to be willing to take orders, but there was a perverse appeal to Claire's penchant for resisting and fighting control. There were much more naughty possibilities of the fun they could have together if she loved to fight, to resist, to run as he gave chase.
"Let's hope dear heart is the adventurous type," He muttered to no one, swallowing the last of the cognac in one gulp.
It mattered more to him that he have a companion in the future, one person he could completely trust, someone who he knew would never betray him. He'd need his woman to handle things when he was away and support him as he gained power. Claire would fill that role. She would support him, satisfy him, love him, and in return he would be her world. He would be devoted to her so she'd never wanted for anything ever again.
Although he was not a man that most would consider capable of love, he could indeed experience the emotion. The misconception had originated from his cold demeanor, the rare display of compassion, and his complete lack of interest in others. What those fools didn't realize was that they simply weren't worth it, they were beneath his notice and to expend energy to blend genuine emotion into his behavior just to appear approachable and social for them would be an egregious waste. They weren't one of the worthy. She was worthy though, his Claire. There was never a question in his mind of if he could love her. How could Wesker not? She had captivated him from the moment he'd seen her fighting for her life in the rain. She hadn't known he was there that day, didn't know that it was him who had saved her and brought her to the hospital. Her resilient strength and unwavering bravery in the face of death had been breathtaking, and he'd been impressed with how well she'd held off the four bigger men with her combat skills, but what stuck with him afterwards was how perfectly she fit in his arms, nestled snugly against his chest as he carried her unconscious body to safety, away from the alley that would later be declared a murder crime scene.
'As much as it pained me to part with you at the hospital, to not allow anyone to see me as I left you there, it had to be done, beloved.'
Being connected to the crime as her rescuer would have subjected him to troublesome questioning and suspicion. He'd have become the focus of the investigation rather than the supervisor. The last thing he needed was some overzealous cop itching for a promotion probing his private life and potentially discovering his real work. As gratifying as it would have been to see her face as she awoke and learned that Wesker was her hero, that he had been the one who rescued her from the scum after she had been knocked out, before they could gang-rape her and slit her throat. An evil glee filled Wesker as he recalled their surprise and then fear when they recognized him as he stepped out of the shadows. They'd thought he planned to arrest them, to give them a chance at a trial where they'd either weasel their way out of judgment or receive a sentence that would barely qualify as slap on the wrist. How wrong they'd been. Wesker hadn't needed to use his Samurai Edge to kill them, he was more than adept at hand-to-hand combat and snapping their weak necks was quicker and quieter than a bullet in the head that could be traced back to him. It was over before they could turn to run or yell for help. He'd carefully lifted Claire from the dirty asphalt and cradled her protectively in his arms, and the grime and blood had done nothing to diminish her beauty or deter the spontaneous birth of his fascination, which would soon grow into an amorous fixation, with the enigma laying so vulnerably against him.
No one could call Wesker a fool for his attachment to the young woman, not if they wanted to live. He knew that lesser men had been brought down by relationships, by love. For the weaker masses, love could be a distraction that ultimately resulted in failure. But Wesker was superior to the pitiful rats that surrounded him. When handled properly, love could be a very effective weapon. He'd seen first-hand what love could do to a well-matched couple. People in love would do anything for the object of their affection, betray anyone, even sacrifice themselves for the sake of their lover. They defied their limitations and rose to levels they could have never achieved before, all to impress their other half. Some even came out victorious against impossible odds when their love was at stake.
There were risks to caring about a single person so much, particularly for a dangerous man like Wesker. It was those risks that had originally made the entire concept intolerable to him. Until he'd met Claire. She'd unknowingly awoken in him a dormant need for intimacy that rainy day. Then he'd seen the possibilities, realized what could potentially be gained with a woman like her at his side. The risks could be avoided by simply choosing an exceptional woman worthy of his love and shaping her to be the companion he needed. Once he had her affection and steadfast loyalty, he'd expand her conditioning to address the external risks. By training Claire in combat so she could protect herself during the brief periods when she'd be away from his side, educating her so she'd be ready for any situation, that way no one would be able to use her against him. There would always be unknown factors to deal with, invisible foes that could emerge and threaten them, but he was confident they could put them down together once she was ready to be revealed as his to the world he operated in.
God help anyone who tried to come between them.
Getting back to the more pressing task of choosing an appropriate penalty, Wesker had a thought. Taking her innocence and the rules into account, he should start simple. Claire may have talked big before, but he knew that brave confident front would crack and crumble as they played and her innocence caught up with her. He knew why she had issued him the challenge of not boring her with his choices. She was hiding her inexperience and making him responsible for pushing her into new sexual territories. He was sure that as the penalties became more deviant and her competitive side urged her to try and top his punishments, that the bashful virgin inside her would ultimately get in the way. Then he would be able to take control, to force her introduction to the kind of sex he indulged in.
She probably didn't realize it yet, but fantasizing about what she liked wasn't the same as taking part in it physically. It was easy to be confident when she was only thinking about it. But he would make her do it. He would let her feel the embarrassment and shame of every act, then show her how wrong she was to feel that way, that what she was doing was so very right. He would prove to her that she was sexy and desirable as she did it. That it pleased him to see her like that. And because of that she'd try harder, push herself more, to please him, more willing to abandon her fears in order to make him happy.
But he had to start small first or he'd scare her away. Claire probably thought that he would start gentle and ease her into this because she was so new to it all. And he would be gentle - gentle for Wesker. He doubted his definition of gentle was anything close to her definition of it. In fact, it might be beneficial for him to gauge her receptiveness based on her first penalty and decide from there on how to proceed. But that meant he would need to let her win the first bet. As much as he despised losing, it wouldn't be a real loss. He'd still get something out of it and he'd gain what could be valuable intel on Claire's mental state by giving her this first win.
He'd need to choose their first bet to be something he could accurately predict the outcome of to be sure he picked the losing bet without making it obvious to Claire that he'd allowed her to win. So it would need to be something that he was very familiar with that she wasn't.
Wesker took a moment to think on this, putting the crystal glass on the desk. Alpha team was scheduled for target practice at the RPD shooting range Friday afternoon. Although Barry was an excellent shot, he always missed the center on the last target. Claire likely knew that Barry was a great marksman, but not a perfect one, even during a controlled environment like practice. He'd set her up to bet that Barry would miss at least once and he would of course wager that Barry wouldn't, knowing the outcome would be in her favor. She'd be happy that she'd won and he'd pretend to be appropriately disappointed, but eager to fulfill her penalty. After that, the next loss would be hers and he'd give her the first of many orgasms. It wouldn't be long before her body associated anything he did to her as pleasure. Then he could teach her the joys of sexual torment and the exquisite sensation of pain mixed with tenderness.
Wesker smiled in the dim room, a sinister look in his eyes. He was looking forward to that.
Claire sat on her bed in her plain black pajama shorts and red tank top, twisting the blue comforter in her hands to try and dispel her nervous energy. Now that she'd had a full day to sleep and comprehend what she'd agreed to Monday, her daring attitude was beginning to fail her. It's not that she wanted to back out, she wasn't a coward after all, and she did think Wesker was exceptionally attractive and enjoyable to be around. Intimidating to be sure, but still fun to talk to. She definitely desired a physical connection with him, what woman wouldn't? But she didn't just want his body, she wanted a relationship. She was worried that he would think she was easy and that she just wanted to fool around with an older man. And she was afraid that he would go too far too fast.
Her mouth and impulsiveness had gotten ahead of her yesterday and now she might be in trouble. This wasn't some nobody college boy she was messing with, this was the Captain Albert Wesker, leader of the illustrious S.T.A.R.S. and the hero of Raccoon City.
Out of curiosity, Claire grabbed her laptop from her desk to google Wesker's name, not even needing to get off of the bed since the two were right next to each other. Maybe she could learn more about the man, figure out his character. She didn't find much beyond the numerous news articles covering his many accomplishments with the S.T.A.R.S., all praising his leadership skills and valor as he worked to protect the city's citizens and reduce the crime rate. She did happen to find a few links about Wesker's higher education, all were archives of past commencement ceremonies and the list of names for the graduates. She was very impressed to discover, if Chris had told her the correct year of Wesker's birth, that he'd already received his Bachelors of Science in Chemistry and Biology, a Master's degree in Cell Biology, and a PhD in Biochemistry. All by the age of 17. All from prestigious Ivy League universities.
That made Claire feel worse. Wesker really was out of her league, he'd accomplished more before his 18th birthday than she probably would before her 30th. She'd known the man was intelligent, but she'd severely underestimated him. Albert Wesker was clearly a genius. Just one more thing to add to the growing list of reasons why Wesker couldn't possibly be human, right next to him being a perfect example of the male form and a diligent leader.
It did beg the question though, why was he working in law enforcement when his education was so specialized in the sciences? Wouldn't it make more sense for Wesker to be a super researcher in some big lab or something? She couldn't find any other information about him before the age of 17, or even before he created the S.T.A.R.S. teams last year. It was a little strange, but then again, he wasn't really famous outside of their city, so maybe she shouldn't be surprised.
She was happy to learn that he was clearly interested in the scientific fields and not just law enforcement, like her brother. Her favorite classes in school were chemistry and biology, she found the subjects fascinating, so it was nice to see she and Wesker had some common interests. Chris didn't get why she liked that sort of thing, he thought science was boring and that she should focus less on school and more on having a social life. He wanted her to do well in the real world, she knew that, but he had told her on a number of occasions that it bothered him that she didn't seem to have any friends her age, that she preferred being alone or with him to hanging out with her peers. That was part of the reason why he let her visit him at work so often and play the penalty game with his teammates, he didn't want her being alone so much.
It wasn't that Claire was antisocial, she just didn't like being around most people her age. She couldn't relate to them, they either bored or annoyed her, so focused on stupid shit like how cruel it was they didn't get the expensive car they wanted for their birthday, how it was unfair that their parents wouldn't let them go to so-and-so's party, how nobody "got them" and their "struggle" when most of them had never suffered a day in their lives.
Listening to them made her angry sometimes, because she did know what it was to suffer. To lose. To grieve. She'd lost her parents when she was eleven, right after Chris had come back from finishing boot camp for the Air Force. They didn't have any other family and he didn't want Claire to grow up in foster care, so Chris had become her legal guardian and taken care of her, doing his best to raise her. She knew it was hard for him, barely 17 years old and already saddled with a child when he couldn't even handle taking care of himself. So Claire had made it her job to take care of him, keeping the tiny house they shared clean, doing all the chores, making their meals, washing his uniform every day and doing the rest of the laundry over the weekend. She kept her grief from losing her parents to herself, not wanting to add to her brother's stress. To his own pain. She went without the luxuries that so many others took for granted without complaint, because she didn't need them as long as she had her brother.
And because he worked so much to keep a roof over their heads, she was often alone. She'd been lonely at first, but over time she'd grown used to it, eventually preferring the solitude. She told herself that she didn't need anyone else to be happy, and most days she believed it.
But even though she loved her brother and was grateful for all he'd done to take care of her over the years, they'd began to butt heads once she turned 16 and grew tired of all the rules she felt she didn't need. First it was how much she swore and her unladylike language, but what did he expect when she lived with a guy that cursed like a sailor? So he'd given up on that one since he couldn't clean his mouth up either.
Then it was her not telling him where she was all the time or not being at the house when he came home from work. Granted, she was usually just at the library or picking up a few groceries from the store, but he always jumped to the worst possible conclusion and assumed she was dead or kidnapped. So he'd gotten them cell phones so he could keep in contact with her.
Then it was how late she stayed out, he wanted her home by 8. She thought that was unreasonable considering she wasn't doing anything wrong, she wasn't out partying or hooking up with boys, or whatever else normal teenagers did to rebel against their parental figures. She was about as boring as they came for a teenager. Her evening shenanigans were usually just taking night hikes on the Arklay trails or reading at the park. But she still didn't like being given a curfew when she'd done nothing to deserve one. 16 to 17 had been a long year thanks to that rule. He'd finally relented when he joined the S.T.A.R.S., but only because Jill, his not-so-secret crush and one of her only friends, had interceded on her behalf and told him to lighten up. He'd extended her curfew to eleven p.m., but forbid her to date or spend time alone with any boys. Since there weren't any boys she liked and Wesker was most definitely a man who barely noticed her existence, she was fine with that. Trust a teenager to use the literal interpretation to get around a rule.
Their biggest fight was right before she turned 18. Chris had sat her down one day and told her he didn't want her playing the penalty game with them anymore, that it was too mature for her and it wasn't an appropriate game for someone who was about to reach the age of adulthood, read: old enough to legally consent to sex. He said he didn't want the other guys taking advantage of how young and naïve she was to get her to do "things" for them while playing the game.
Oh man, she had given him the full taste of the infamous Redfield temper that day. She'd called him every name in the book, as well as a few new ones she'd made up on the fly, and accused him of babying her. When that hadn't worked, she'd had no choice but to use her secret weapon: she'd called Jill and cried to her about it. An hour later Jill was at their house giving Chris another earful on the dangers of not letting his sister grow up and overprotecting her when she would eventually have to leave home. The winning strike was when Jill had told him that it would be his fault if the first guy Claire met outside of the suffocating safety of her brother's watch played her just to get her into bed because Chris had made sure she wouldn't ready for the real assholes out there. As she'd expected, he gave in and allowed her to keep playing with them. But unknown to her, he'd immediately sent a message to all the guys on the team, save for Barry and Wesker for obvious reasons, threatening to beat them within an inch of death if they ever tried to touch his soon-to-be legal sister.
So here she was: 18 and pure, about to play a typically sexual game with a very experienced man 19 years her senior. A very experienced, very sexy man that she had been fantasizing about for the last year.
He'd texted her that she had till Friday to decide her first penalty, so that gave her 4 days, including today. But what should she choose?!
Now that she had to actually come up with something, she was at a loss. What if she started off too sexual and it went faster than she was ready for? Or what if she chose something too boring and he decided she was too childish for him? Or what if her penalty was something she thought she'd enjoy and he thought it was…weird…that there was something wrong with her?
He'd said something about pleasure and pain yesterday, but that didn't mean he was into kinky stuff. Lots of guys liked to be a bit rough, according to Jill. She didn't want him to think she was some sort of freak. And for all she knew, she really wouldn't enjoy that kind of play either. Wasn't there a saying for that? Something along the lines of the fantasy being better than the reality. But…maybe she would. Still, she couldn't start off with something like that, it'd be too embarrassing, and the rules dictated that she had to start small anyways.
Now that she was thinking about it, there was something small that she'd always wanted to experience with Wesker. It was a good starting point for her too, not too crazy but still something they could both enjoy. Yeah...the more she considered it, the more comfortable she felt with her decision. Now she just had to anxiously wait for Friday to get here.
Claire wondered what Wesker would choose as his first penalty. Would she be able to do it if she lost? She wasn't sure. She'd acted like she was down for anything when she was in the moment, but she'd been showing off, trying to get this incredibly hot older man to be interested in her. She didn't feel like she could tell him no if what he asked was something she wasn't ready for. Okay, she knew she could say no and he wouldn't force her to do anything. But she was afraid that if she did, he would be disappointed in her, like she'd tricked him into thinking she was this mature woman when really she was a silly girl.
She didn't want him to think that, anything but that. Claire sighed to herself, she'd just have to…prepare herself for whatever he chose. Even if he wanted to fuck her as his first penalty. She'd told him she'd be ready and willing to do anything if he played with her and she'd be damned if Claire Redfield was called a liar.
By Wednesday night she was feeling comfortable with her decision from Monday and back to excited anticipation for Friday to come, curious to know what they'd be betting on. He hadn't said anything to her since they'd last talked, and while she didn't want to needlessly bug him, she did want to know what he had planned Friday. She figured she had waited long enough to send a little text without annoying him.
So have you decided on your penalty yet?
Yes.
That was all he wrote.
Why was she not surprised with his response? It was just like him to answer that way, short and succinct. No unnecessary fluff.
Will you tell me what it is? You know, so I can make sure mine's better.
There, that was confident without sounding overly interested. It totally hid how anxious she really was. When her phone vibrated and she saw his reply, she was disappointed to see that Wesker wasn't going to satisfy her curiosity just yet.
Let's keep our penalties a secret until after we see which of us is the winner, dear heart. It'll be more fun that way, don't you think?
She thought about it and had to agree. Even as she buzzed with anxiety, there was an underlying tremor of exhilaration quivering through her. They were on equal footing, neither of them would know what the other had planned until it was too late. The suspense was painful, but she was starting to like the way it made her thoughts spin and her skin tingle with fear and a yearning for more.
Mhmm. It's a little exciting to not know what you're planning.
His response made her pause.
Are you afraid?
She imagined him saying that to her in the deep timbre of his voice, the words caressing her ears in a low purr. Her body responded immediately, tensing up and growing hot.
A little bit. But I'm more excited than scared.
Honesty was always her policy, she thought it would be wiser to just admit to him that she was feeling a small amount of trepidation going into this. Not enough to change her mind though.
Don't be afraid, Claire. I promise you'll enjoy yourself. I wouldn't choose anything I wasn't sure you'd love. I'm going to make you feel so good.
She blushed and fanned her face with her hand. She still wasn't used to how bold he was with his words. She knew he was a refined and polite man, always addressing the women he worked with, and Claire when others were in earshot, as Miss along with their last name. She got the impression that he had a very proper upbringing. Chris had even said to her once during one of his drunken stupors that he didn't think the man even thought about sex, even though he was handsome enough that he could probably get it anytime he wanted. Chris had been very, very drunk. His head would probably explode if he knew how erotic Wesker really was, the man exuded powerful sensuality like a cologne. Claire would go so far as to say he was shameless, or she would if she didn't enjoy the way he talked to her so much.
Her musing was interrupted when her phone vibrated again, a second text from him following shortly after his previous one.
Have you decided on yours yet?
She groaned. This was the other thing weighing on her mind.
Yes, but…I'm worried that it's too tame. I don't want to bore you.
Strangely, he didn't respond immediately like he usually did, sending Claire's fear skyrocketing that she was right and Wesker was beginning to doubt his decision. Just as she was about to send another text to try and salvage the situation, he'd written back.
Dear heart, you could never bore me. I assure you, anything you choose will be enjoyable for me. And as for it being too tame...we're just getting started. You can always impress me later by outdoing one of my penalties. I find fearless and competitive women to be quite attractive. And those are two of your strongest qualities.
She was at a loss for words, she hadn't expected him to be so sweet to her. Wesker wasn't the kind of man most would describe as sweet. But her heart fluttered when he essentially said that Claire was his type of woman. That made her feel very good. So good, in fact, that it went straight to her head.
I only need a few bets to have you figured out, then I'll put your penalties to shame easily.
That's big talk for a virgin who's never even seen a man's cock before.
He was teasing her, she knew it, but she couldn't stop herself from taking the bait. Impulse control was not her strong suit.
Please, I'm not that sheltered. Even a virgin like me has seen a dick before. I mean, I haven't seen one up close and in person, but I do have a laptop and I know how to use the internet for more than just writing research papers.
She regretted it the moment she hit send. Why did she have to go and tell him that? Was she so desperate to prove she wasn't a kid she had to brag that she knew what a penis looked like? Oh yeah, Claire, you really showed him.
Miss Redfield, are you admitting to watching pornography?
Oh fuck.
…not excessively. But yeah, I've watched a few videos. In the past. Who hasn't?
She didn't need to see his face to know he was smiling like a pervert, wherever he was, enjoying the humiliation she had brought upon herself. Her cheeks were burning so much her skin should have caught fire by now. But mixed in with her shame was, to her shock, a little bit of lewd glee. She wanted to keep their conversation going as much as she wanted to escape from it.
And while you watched these few videos, in the past, did you touch yourself?
Claire squealed in embarrassment. God damn, Wesker was a dirty, dirty man! But he'd asked, so she'd answer.
No, if I'm going to do that, I prefer to think up a fantasy in my head while I touch myself.
Which was true. She needed to think about Wesker to reach her climax and Wesker had never starred in any pornos, as far as she knew. And she'd have found them if he had.
Why watch porn then, if not for masturbation?
Hmm. Good question.
For inspiration, I guess. Or research. I use it to figure out what I think I'll like in bed. What I'd want to do with the right person.
Wesker's replies were much more rapid now, leaving very little time in between responses. It came across as eager, a feeling she understood. Something in her reply had caught his interest.
Tell me, what sort of videos do you look at when searching for…inspiration?
Claire hedged her reply, too embarrassed to reveal her porn viewing habits.
All kinds, I guess. Except the gross stuff, anything with bodily fluids or waste is a definite no for me. There are some kinks that just shouldn't exist.
I could not agree more, dear heart. But you can't escape my question that easily. I want to know what turns you on. What secret kinks are you hiding behind your deceptive innocence? I'm an open man, sexually at least. There's nothing you could say that would shock me. You may even be surprised to find that we share some of the same desires.
She wanted to tell him, wanted that confirmation that he not only understood what she liked, but enjoyed it as well. That he was like her. But still she struggled to type the words out, to write the message that would expose her as a deviant. She wanted him badly and she definitely liked him, but she didn't know him well enough to trust him with something so personal.
Lucky for her, she was saved from having to answer him when Chris came home. And from the sounds of him stumbling through the living room giving a very poor rendition of an old Tom Waits song, he was drunk. Which meant that Claire was going to be spending the next hour taking care of him while he slurred, vomited, and eventually passed out on his bed.
Sorry, Wesker. Chris just came home and he's drunk enough to need a babysitter, so I have to say goodnight.
We'll continue our little talk another night then, dear heart.
Wait, before I forget, what happens after the bet? How will we handle, you know, the penalty?
For a while her phone was silent and she wasn't sure if he would get back to her tonight. She almost left her phone behind to go tend to Chris in the bathroom as everything he'd eaten that night came back up, but thought better of it at the last second and took it with her to the bathroom. As she comforted Chris, while reminding him that he'd sort of done this to himself, Wesker finally wrote her back.
I'll pick you up Friday evening and we'll come back to my house. I'd like some privacy for what's to come and it will give me the chance to get to know you better away from any possible interruptions. Would you like that?
Did he even have to ask? A chance to be alone with Wesker in his home? No bossy brother around to ruin her time with him? No shit she'd like that.
Yeah. I'd like that very much. I'll see you Friday then. Night, Wesker.
Sweet dreams, dear heart.
Speaking of bossy brothers, Chris looked like he had finally finished emptying the contents of his stomach and was now moaning listlessly on the linoleum floor, begging to be put out of his misery. She grabbed a clean washcloth and wet it with cold water, using it to gently wipe the sweat and sickness from his face. He was going to have a hell of a hangover tomorrow. Would he even make it into work?
With some difficulty, she managed to get Chris to his feet and together they made their way slowly to his bedroom, where Chris promptly fell onto his bed and refused to move another inch. Shaking her head, Claire took off his shoes and covered him with a spare blanket before grabbing a bucket to put next to his bed and a bottle of water with two aspirin to set on his nightstand. Knowing there wasn't much else she could do for him, she shut his door and went to clean the bathroom. He'd made a bigger mess than she'd feared and there was no way she could sleep until it was cleaned and sanitized. When the bathroom was once again spotless, she finally returned to her own room and went to sleep, dreaming of Wesker laying in his own bed as she took care of him in a very different way.
It wasn't until Thursday morning while she was sitting in Calculus that it really hit her. Tomorrow she would be completely alone with Albert Wesker. In his house. To fulfill a penalty. That was guaranteed to be erotic in some way.
She needed a new outfit for this.
All of her clothing was like her, plain and simple. Which was fine most days, but tomorrow would be different. She wanted to look special. For one night, she wanted to dress sexy, just for him. She didn't know what he had planned or if it would even matter, but she needed some sexier panties and bras at the very least. If not for tomorrow, then another day sure to come. It couldn't hurt to have some now that she was involved with the handsome captain. Claire didn't need to look into her dresser to know that she didn't have any sexy undergarments at all, since there hadn't been a need for any before now.
She'd have to visit the mall after school then for a little shopping. Which presented Claire with another problem. Claire didn't have a job, but she did have a checking and savings account since her brother gave her $200 a month for doing all the housework and cooking their meals. She usually just saved her money too, since she rarely needed anything. Money wasn't the issue, it was that her motorcycle was still in the shop having a part replaced and she'd need a ride to and from the mall. She didn't want Chris to take her, not when she knew she'd be shopping at a certain lingerie store that put your purchases in a distinctive pink bag. As soon as Chris saw it he'd hound her with questions and probably ground her for even thinking about setting foot in that store. No, Chris was definitely out.
But she bet that Jill wouldn't mind taking her. It wasn't unusual for her and Jill to go shopping together the few times that Claire needed clothes, so Chris wouldn't think anything of it.
Hey Jill, I need a favor. Could you take me to the mall after school? I want to update my wardrobe a little bit and I could really use your opinion to find some new outfits.
She hid her phone under her desk before her teacher noticed her on it, taking down the notes on the board as she waited for Jill to reply to her text. A few minutes later she did.
Hey Claire-bear, yeah I can take you. I could use a little retail therapy myself, work has been killer this week. Pick you up at the house after work? Say, about 5:30?
That works for me. Thanks, Jill!
She slipped her phone back into her pocket and began to count the minutes until she'd see Jill and prepare for what she was sure would be a memorable trip.
5:30 finally came and 20 minutes later they were in the city's only mall. It wasn't huge, but it still had a decent amount of clothing stores for Claire to look in. Scouring the stores, Jill helped Claire look through the racks, curious as to what had come over her young friend.
"So tell me, why this sudden interest in updating your wardrobe?" Jill asked Claire, pulling out a top and holding it up near Claire before putting it back.
"I just want some clothes that make me feel more like an adult," Claire answered, trying for nonchalant and not quite making it.
"And the clothes you wear every day don't?" Jill giggled, "You have a great style, Claire, you shouldn't worry about trying to dress how you think others would want you to. Dress how you like, it's the attitude, not the clothes, that make you an adult."
Claire sighed. "I know that. I just want some outfits that are…sexier. You know, for parties and special occasions. Every time I see you when you go out with Chris and the others, you always look like a bombshell, Chris can never keep his eyes off of you. And I'd like to look that good sometimes. Not every day, but for the important stuff."
Jill was eyeing her critically now and Claire tried to discretely hide from her stare behind a dress display, pretending to be interested in the shiny green ensemble in front of her.
"Uh huh. And none of this has anything to do with a new guy, I'm sure."
"What?! No!" Claire was a terrible liar and she knew it.
Jill couldn't help but laugh at the panicked flush painted across Claire's face. It really was too cute.
"Come on, Claire, I was your age once. What's your boyfriend's name?"
"There is no name! I don't have a boyfriend! I just don't want people looking at me and only seeing me as teenager instead of a woman like you! That's all! No other reason! Damn it, stop giving me that look, Jill, I'm serious!" Claire's warning fell on deaf ears. Jill continued to grin at her like she knew Claire was full of it, but she decided to let her suffer for a little longer.
"Alright, if you say so…" Jill would get the truth out of her eventually.
After her very unnerving interrogation, Claire tried on a few things she had picked and a lot of things that Jill picked for her. Claire had to hand it to her though, she really did know what showed off Claire's figure best. Up at the sales counter, the young man scanned and bagged each item: a pair of black skinny jeans with rips along the front and back of where the jeans touched her thighs and calves and a fit that hugged her ass and legs like a second pair of skin that'd easily fit inside a pair of boots, a short fitted black leather skirt, a couple pairs of dark blue low-rise boot cut jeans, as well as another pair of black shorts, except these shorts were laced up on each side so a small line of skin along her hips could be seen. Jill had handed her a couple pairs of solid black cotton thigh high socks to go with the shorts, telling her they'd make her legs look amazing but she'd need to pick up some double-sided tape to keep them up.
Along with the bottoms, Jill had chosen several tops that she thought would emphasize her full chest and lithe torso. It was a good thing she and Claire had similar builds. One was a sleeveless fitted crimson satin top, Claire's favorite color, with a very deep sweetheart neckline and black lace diamond cutouts along the side seams. The next was a dark blue chiffon halter top with a small gold chain for the strap and small amount of gold and brown beading along the top, the fabric gathered along the low scoop neckline to give it a light and flowy look, but it was cut to closely outline her waist and hips. Claire had tried on a third top that she hadn't expected to love, but surprisingly did. It was a dark brown silk spaghetti strap with an overlay of chiffon across the bust. The straps were braided and they edged along the inner neckline to end at the crossover bust. The brown silk fit her perfectly and the brown chiffon crossing over the fabric beneath her breasts gave a triangular peek at the shiny cloth beneath. This top also had a very deep bust line, making her cleavage the main focus, so Jill warned her that she should pair it with a nice bolero jacket or shrug to save it from being too risqué. Still, it was flattering on her and she could tell it gave Claire that "womanly" feel she was striving for.
Claire may not be willing to admit to it yet, but Jill was sure that she was trying to impress a boy with her clothing, and she could relate to that. Besides, a few sexy outfits were harmless fun and if they gave Claire a boost of confidence when she wore them, then all the better. It's not like Jill didn't have a closet full of clothes specifically for holding a man's attention during a night out on the town. It was a step many young women took as they crossed that bridge into adulthood and she was just happy that Claire trusted her enough to come to her as she took that step.
Jill did have Claire try on some fitted long-sleeve V-neck and turtleneck shirts as well, reminding her that winter would be here in a couple months and she could still look sexy while covering up and protecting her skin from the cold. Claire took her advice and bought several of each shirt in a few different colors, since she liked the fit and they could be worn in any number of outfits.
It was as they were walking out of the store and towards the food court that Claire spied a leather jacket that stopped her in her tracks. It was a plain black one, clearly meant to accentuate a woman's figure with darts bringing in the material at the bust and waist. The inside was lined with something soft and warm and the leather felt supple in her hands when she tried it on. The lapels were wide, meeting to cross each other right below her breasts, a hidden zipper on the right side keeping the jacket closed without ruining the seamless look of it. The jacket came in at the waist and closely followed the line of her hip all the way down to the small of her back, where it subtly flared out at the top of her ass. It was comfortable and warm, but more than that it made her feel confident and sexy when she wore it, like an undercover badass. Understated elegance with a touch of danger. Unfortunately, it was way out of her budget. It was too expensive for her to justify buying it when she still needed to buy new lingerie. And it wouldn't be wise to drain her bank account in one shopping spree. Claire made a deal with herself that she would save up and if the jacket was still here when she had enough, she would buy it then.
As she took the jacket off and put it back on the mannequin, she heard Jill ask, "You're not going to buy it?"
Claire shook her head. "I still have one more store to visit and it's a little too much for me to afford right now. I'll save up my allowance and I'm sure I can come back to get it later."
"But you look incredible in it! And it might not be here, what if their inventory changes by then?"
"If it does, that's okay. It's just a jacket. I love it, but I don't absolutely need it, and I'm already spoiling myself buying all this stuff today."
Jill looked like she wanted to say something else, but after a brief pause she said okay, following after Claire as she led them to their final store.
"Claire, you cannot tell me that a boy is not involved if you want to shop here."
They were standing outside of Victoria's Secret, the store teeming with women of all ages, and a few unhappy husbands, all browsing the store's racy displays and picking through the clothing hanging off the walls. This was not a store that Claire had ever set foot in before and the sight of it now intimidated her.
"I really don't have a boyfriend, Jill, I just need underwear that Chris won't confuse for his whenever I do laundry!" But Claire was blushing too much for anyone to believe that.
"Your panties aren't THAT bad. Okay, if you don't have a boyfriend, is there a guy you're interested in then? I promise, I won't speak a word of this to Chris, I just want to know what's going on with you." Jill looked at her with big sister eyes, imploring her to spill her secrets to her.
Knowing it was useless to completely deny the truth, and because she felt a little bad lying to her friend, Claire gave in a little.
"There is a guy I'm sort of interested in. There's nothing really to tell though, I haven't been asked out or anything yet. But you know I've never really been interested in anyone before and it got me thinking, maybe it would be good to prepare for things like that. Eventually I could possibly start dating, maybe even have a boyfriend if the right man came along. And I want to try…to catch this guy's eye. Nothing will probably happen, this guy is way out of my league, but what do I have to lose?" Claire was suddenly engulfed in a hug by Jill, who shook her back and forth in unsuppressed excitement.
"Claire! This is so awesome, you're finally noticing boys! I never thought this day would come. I'd say this is a cause for celebration!" Jill finally let her go, but the huge pleased grin never left her face.
"You sound like such a mom right now."
"Ha ha, Claire, very funny. Come on, we're wasting time standing out here when there's naughty shopping to do! And no arguing with my choices in here! When it comes to lingerie, Jill knows best." Before Claire could protest, Jill had grabbed her hand and dragged her into the store, going straight for the section of the store not geared towards college girls.
In a word, Claire felt…overwhelmed. There were so many different styles of bras, panties, and lingerie. She'd never owned anything more than a couple basic no-fuss bras and the standard panties that usually came in a multipack. Those were not going to appeal to Wesker, he was a sophisticated man with taste. She didn't need to know him well to see that. From his refined poise, it was obvious. She wasn't that fond of that multipack underwear anyways.
Jill grabbed one of the store's black bags to hold the garments while she walked Claire through the store, pointing out items that she thought Claire would like that suited her style and personality. There was a sale of some sort going on, so Claire picked out a large number of panties, sticking with colors she was comfortable with: black, red, deep blue or green, even a dark plum one. She stuck to the styles Jill recommended for her. She had already liked the look of the cheeky and hiphugger styles, but it took some convincing from Jill for her to choose mainly from the thongs selection. Jill reassured her they weren't like the highly uncomfortable g-strings and that Claire would be glad she'd bought them once she saw how great they made her ass look in the mirror. She steered clear of anything with stripes, polka dots, writing, or patterns – Claire was not that kind of girl and never would be – and instead chose the ones that were seamless, strappy, lacey, all in solid colors. Since they were on sale, she decided to buy enough to replace all of her current panties. She might as well do the same for her bras, considering she only had three that she'd been wearing way too long.
The bras she chose were similar to the panties, nothing too decorative or flashy, much to Jill's chagrin. Jill could keep her cheetah-print bras, Claire wouldn't be caught dead in it. She wanted to push herself a little out of her comfort zone here, that was true, but Claire was still simple at heart when it came to her personal tastes. Jill allowed her to choose a few lightly lined demi bras without any embellishments from the PINK section in black, deep red, and white for everyday wear. But for those times when she wanted her bra to be seen, Jill helped her choose a few satin bras in black, dark red, deep navy, and silvery grey, all with a deep plunge so she could wear them with any of her tops. Some were decorated with a little lace or an overlay of mesh on the cups, others had cups with some kind of shiny fabric she couldn't name along the top edge of the cup. One had small shiny little fake crystals sewn on, scattered along the bottom edge of the cups and along the band. She'd let Jill talk her into it because it reminded her of the night sky. Half the bras were push-up, the other half lightly lined. When Claire had argued that her boobs were big enough to not need a push-up, Jill had told her to just trust her on this and she'd thank her later. So she'd kept the push-ups. Because she needed a new one anyways, she grabbed a black sports bra, pleased to find one that could firmly support her breasts without suffocating her in the process.
She was already exhausted with all the shopping when Jill handed her a black satin garter belt to try on, telling her that every woman should own at least one. It had a wide band and sat low on her hips. She paired it with some black sheer thigh highs with a solid black band at the tops and immediately agreed with Jill. She kept the garter belt and the thigh highs, adding a pair of thigh highs with a lace band at the top to her bag as well. She'd thought that Jill would take her next to look at the sexy lingerie, even though there didn't seem to be that many options, but Jill revealed that she actually preferred to buy lingerie for the bedroom at a few local stores that had a much wider selection of better quality lingerie than anything Claire could find here. She'd winked at Claire then and told her that there was a store she would take her to another day that had lingerie styles better suited to her... temperament. Claire had a feeling she was implying something about her, but she was exhausted and ready to go, so she let it be.
Jill was only buying a new bra with matching panties, so while Claire was waiting for the girl behind the counter to finish scanning everything she had chosen, Jill excused herself to go to the restroom to change into her new purchase for later. Too tired to question it, Claire said okay and told her she'd wait for her outside the store. When she saw the final price for her shopping, she cringed. It was more than she'd ever spent on undergarments before, but as she eyed everything and thought of Wesker's face when he eventually saw her in them, she decided it was worth it.
Jill was standing off to the side holding a long black box in her hands when Claire walked out of the store.
"Ready to go?" she asked as Claire approached.
"More than ready. I think I have enough panties to last me a lifetime."
Jill laughed at that and the two of them chatted excitedly about Claire's new wardrobe as they drove back to the house. When they parked in the driveway behind Chris' truck, Jill told her to grab the black box in the back seat and open it. Inside was the leather jacket Claire had fallen in love with at the mall.
Claire gaped at Jill, too stunned to do anything else. Her hands shook as she picked up the beautiful coat, feeling the luxurious soft leather against her fingertips. It was so expensive! Why had she bought it for her? She hadn't done anything to deserve it and it cost so much! She stared in shock at her friend, trying to form the words of gratitude swirling in her head, but she couldn't get her mouth to work.
Jill smiled at her in understanding. "This is my present to you, to celebrate you taking your first step into the world of love and relationships and everything that comes with it. I'm sure it's been hard for you, growing up in a house with your super male brother, and I know Chris can be a bit overzealous in his efforts to protect you, but it's only because he loves you. I know I've only known you for a year now, but I want you to know that I'm proud of you, Claire, and that you can come to me anytime you want some female advice or just someone to talk to about things you can't tell Chris. So if you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to come to me, okay?"
Claire nodded rapidly, feeling both embarrassed and touched by Jill's words, and launched herself across the center console to wrap Jill in a hug, whispering thank you over and over. When Jill saw Chris peeking through the curtains of the window by the front door, she patted Claire's head to get her attention.
Even though they were in a car and he couldn't hear them, Jill still ducked down and whispered her plan to Claire, "Alright, now we've gotta get your stuff past Chris. So here's what we'll do: I'll distract Chris with what I bought," the girls couldn't help but snicker as they imagined Chris' reaction, "and you sneak everything into your room while he's preoccupied. Put the Victoria's Secret bag back in my car after you put your stuff away, because I don't want him to see it in the trash and throw a hissy fit. Got it?"
Claire gave her a thumbs up. "Got it."
They got out of the car, bagless, and Claire unlocked the front door with her key.
"Hey Chris, we're back!" She called.
"Hey, I was wondering when you two were going to come in," he said as he walked into the living room, wearing a black t-shirt and sweatpants, pretending like he hadn't been spying on them from the window a minute ago. He eyed their empty hands, curious why they didn't have any bags with them. "So what'd you get at the mall?"
"Oh, just a few clothes. You know, some pants and long sleeve shirts since it's going to get cold soon," Claire answered, trying not to act suspicious. "Actually, I think I left my bag in the car, so I'm gonna go outside and grab it. Thanks again for the ride, Jill!" Quickly, before her brother could say anything else to her, she dashed outside and waited by the door for Jill to distract her brother.
"Yeah, Jill, I really appreciate you taking her, you know how much I hate shopping," she heard Chris say.
"Oh it was no problem, you know Claire's like a little sister to me. Besides, there was something I needed from the mall too," Jill purred to him.
Claire peeked through the gap in the curtain covering the front window to see what was going on. And to see Jill's seduction in action. She considered it research, another part of her education, some new piece of knowledge she might be able to use later.
Chris must have caught on to the subtle mood shift, because his shoulders stiffened slightly and his eyes were a little wide.
"Oh, really? That's great. Glad it all worked out then," she could see Chris nervously gulp as Jill began to saunter towards him. It was hard to tell from where she was, but it looked like Jill might have been unbuttoning her shirt.
"Mhmm, would you like to see what I bought?" Jill went past him, swaying her hips as she walked towards the hallway to their bedrooms. She stopped at the entrance and let her shirt drop from her shoulders to pool at her elbows. She looked at him from over her shoulder, turning just enough to flash him the unlined white sheer lace bra Claire had seen her admiring in the store.
Claire had to smother her giggle with her hands as she watched her brother physically struggle with the decision in front of him, turning his head to glance between the front door and the temptation standing only a few feet away.
"Chris?" Jill's voice turned Chris' attention back to her. "I bought the matching panties too, but you'll have to come to your bedroom if you want to see those." Not waiting for his response, Jill sashayed down the hallway, disappearing from sight. Chris stared at the front door and debated his decision for all of five seconds before he was dashing down the hallway after her, almost knocking over the tall lamp by the hall entrance in his rush.
Claire briefly wondered if she was going to have to listen to Chris and Jill having sex while she stashed her new clothes, but pushed the thought away. Jill wouldn't do that to her. She hoped.
She ran back to the car and grabbed all of her bags and Jill's gift to her and quietly snuck through the front door, taking extra care to twist the knob so it wouldn't make a noise as she closed it. She carefully tiptoed towards the hallway, praying that she wouldn't hear anything from his bedroom. Surprisingly, she couldn't, but as she got closer and strained her ears, she did hear the shower in the master bath connected to Chris' bedroom running. She snorted at her brother's attempt to hide what he was doing, but was otherwise grateful she wouldn't have to hear any embarrassing noises coming from his bedroom.
She grabbed the scissors from the jar on top of her desk and cut the tags off the clothes, stashing the price tags and receipts in the desk drawer in case she needed to return anything later. She hung up the tops and bottoms she'd bought in her closet first. Then Claire opened the top drawer of her dresser and took out her old panties and bras, dumping them into one of the empty plastic shopping bags and tying it closed. She put her new and improved undergarments in their place and closed the drawer, making sure to throw the shopping bags in the trash on her way to hide the pink Victoria's Secret bag in Jill's car.
She'd expected a bigger challenge getting her secret purchases past her overprotective big brother, but it looked like Chris was no match for Jill and her wiles. Lucky for her. Now Claire had another challenge: choosing what to wear to Wesker's place tomorrow. Somehow sneaking the clothes past Chris seemed easier than deciding which ones would make the perfect outfit for her first visit to the home of her male fantasy, Albert Wesker.
It was Friday.
And Claire was trying to do breathing exercises discretely to stop herself from hyperventilating as she rode the public transit bus down to the police station.
It was really happening. Today was the day she'd been anticipating all week. Today she would bet against Wesker and see who came out as the winner. Tonight, in the intimate privacy of his home, one of them would be paying a penalty. A penalty that neither of them had revealed yet. A penalty that could be anything.
She got off the bus at her stop and ran up the steps of the station, walking through the front door. When she turned left to head down the hallway towards the S.T.A.R.S. office, the receptionist stopped her to let her know that the team was actually downstairs in the indoor shooting range at the moment and she should take the elevator to the right down to reach them.
That was interesting, she hadn't known they'd be holding target practice today. She thanked the receptionist and went in the opposite direction she'd been heading, pushing the button for the next floor down inside the elevator. Before she'd even reached the floor she could hear the loud rhythmic pop of a gun being fired. On the left was a door labeled Gun Range so she opened it and walked through. Alpha team was standing at a single station along a waist-high counter, a series of targets set in the large open area in front of them. The targets were situated at varying heights and distances in a constructed disaster scene, each target set with bullseye sheet at the head and torso.
Wesker acted like hadn't been expecting to see her when she walked up. The man was an actor too, add that to the list.
"Miss Redfield, what a pleasant surprise," he said, flashing her a cunning smile, "Chris hadn't mentioned that you'd be stopping by today. You're more than welcome to stay and watch the target practice, but I must ask that you put on some protective earmuffs while guns are being fired."
Of course, as soon as he said it Alpha team noticed that she was there and immediately abandoned practice to greet her. They asked the usual questions: how are you doing, school going well, ready for the weekend, etc., quickly exhausting Wesker's patience. He called them back to attention with a single harsh command, directing them to return to the shooting station and prepare for a marksmanship evaluation.
Claire heard Brad mutter, "Fuck!" under his breath and laughed as everyone did as they were told, checking their guns and reloading their ammunition. While the team was distracted, Wesker addressed Claire quietly without turning to face her, keeping his eyes on them.
"I assume you've already figured out what you and I will be betting on today, dear heart?" His voice was low and silky, barely above a whisper, but more than loud enough for Claire to hear him.
She gave him the barest of nods and from the corner of her vision she saw him smirk.
"You already know that Chris is one of the best marksman on either team of S.T.A.R.S., but Barry Burton is also an exceptional shot. So here is my wager: I bet that Mr. Burton will hit dead center headshots on all of the targets and achieve a perfect score during his evaluation today. Now, my dear, your wager?"
Claire thought about it. She'd heard that Barry was good, but he couldn't be that good. Chris had told her that his shooting scores had never been beaten or matched by anyone other than the devilish Captain himself. Then again, that was way back when he'd first joined S.T.A.R.S. It had taken him three months to move past the bragging phase after he'd been specially chosen for the team by Wesker himself. Had Barry gotten better since then? Wesker sure seemed confident in his wager, so maybe he had. But still…a perfect score? No, there was no way he was as good as Chris. This bet was hers, she was sure of it.
"Alright, Captain Wesker, then I bet that Barry will miss the center of one headshot and that…Chris will get a perfect score."
That through Wesker for a loop, a very brief one. The addition of Chris to her bet wasn't one he had anticipated, but it should be fine. It wasn't uncommon for Chris to shoot a perfect score, chances were good that he would be able to today.
"Very well, dear heart. Let's begin." He motioned for her to put on her earmuffs and follow him to the station where he was conducting the evaluations. Wesker nodded at Chris to start. Claire's brother took his place at the shooting line, carefully aimed his gun, and fired at the head of each target, the bullets leaving a perfect hole in the center of each bullseye. A perfect score, just as Wesker had expected. At least her brother didn't disappoint him in this regard. Chris pushed a red button on the wall of the station and the targets rolled forward to the shooting line, the bullseye sheets being released into receptacles along the shooting line, before being automatically rolled back to their spots. Fresh target sheets rose from the target base to replace the old ones.
Claire cheered for her brother, the siblings giving each other emphatic high fives as Chris moved to stand next to her and watch his teammates take their turns. Jill was next, shooting each target in the head either on or near the center of the bullseye, earning her a respectable score. Vickers and Frost both received acceptable scores, although both favored shooting the torso bullseye over the head, and Wesker made a mental note to assign them additional practice time at the shooting range next week.
Then it was Burton's turn to take his place at the line. His stance was solid, his grip on the handgun sure and steady. He took longer to aim than Chris or Jill, but each shot was perfect as he worked through the targets, until he reached the last one at the very back of the target area. Burton squinted his eyes, taking an extra 15 seconds to aim at this one. He fired and Wesker couldn't tell if his shot was off or not. He walked over to the receptacle for the target as it came forward to deposit the sheets, pulling the top sheet out. He took a moment to review the hole on the bullseye sheet before returning it to the pile.
He addressed Burton, but from behind his sunglasses no one could see that his eyes were focused on Claire.
"Very good shooting, Barry. But it looks like you were slightly off on your last shot."
The teasing he'd known would happen erupted around them. He could see Claire struggling to hide her excitement, so proud of herself for "winning" the first bet. And Wesker was happy, very happy in fact, to give her this victory. She would have so few of them after this.
Completely oblivious to Claire's barely contained exuberance a few feet away, Barry laughed and shook his head.
"Well can't say I'm surprised, sir, my eyesight isn't as good as it used to be. Let me tell you, you young whipper-snappers, getting old sucks."
"Oh come on, Barry," Jill teased, "You're the same age as Wesker here and he doesn't miss his shots! I think you're just trying to get out of extra target practice."
"Ha! You got me there, Jill."
Now that Jill mentioned it, Claire was curious about Wesker's shooting.
"Hey, Captain Wesker," Claire interrupted Jill and Barry's continued teasing, "Chris told me once that you're the only other officer to ever get a perfect score on the shooting range. Is that true?"
Wesker was quiet for a moment, before answering, "Yes, it is, Miss Redfield."
Feeling cocky after her victory, Claire decided to push her luck. "Care to prove it right now?"
Chris' neck nearly snapped as he whipped his head around to stare at his sister like she'd lost her mind, she had to have if she was purposefully trying to provoke his boss. The rest of the team was sporting similar aghast expressions on their faces.
Even Wesker looked mildly surprised, one eyebrow quirked above the rim of his shades. Claire smiled up at him innocently, as if she hadn't just openly challenged their commander, and everyone held their breath, waiting for his response. Chris just hoped he didn't lose his temper and throw his sister out. As a brother he wouldn't stand for anyone mistreating her, but he really didn't want to fight his boss either.
A devious smirk spread across Wesker's face as he accepted Claire's dare.
"With pleasure, Miss Redfield."
She shivered a little, remembering the last time she'd seen that look. It had been on Monday, right before he'd pinned her to the doorframe and whispered his dark promise against her lips.
Wesker strode up to the shooting line and pulled out his firearm from his hip holster. With perfect accuracy, and in less than half the amount of time it had taken Chris to finish hitting only the target's heads, Wesker fired at each target's head and torso.
A very different type of silence followed when Wesker was done. The kind of silence that says your team has just realized their Captain had been hiding his skill this whole time. Skill that was clearly superior to their best marksman's.
Claire finally broke it, but the simple words she uttered encompassed what everyone was thinking.
"Holy fucking shit."
Wesker should have been angry with himself, he had chosen to not show his true skill to his team for a reason. It served him better to let Chris be the star, as annoying as he was the boy had charisma and was well-liked by both teams. Allowing the others to believe that Redfield was Wesker's match with a gun was good for morale and a sufficient distraction away from Wesker. Now they'd be curious as to why he had hidden his shooting prowess, and Chris would likely sulk for the next week now that he knew he wasn't top dog on the range. That would make him even more unbearable than he already was. The boy was sure to test his patience with his pouting and he had enough to deal with already.
But Wesker found it difficult to feel anything but pride as Claire stared at him with open admiration. Why should he hold himself back in front of her when he wanted her to know that he was clearly better than the other men? It was only natural for him to enjoy impressing her with his expertise, to feel a smug sense of superiority as he commanded her attention away from the lesser males. He was looking forward to seeing her face when he demonstrated his many other exceptional skills for her in private. For now though, his dear heart would need to be punished for her little stunt. Let's see how well she handled being teased in front of others.
"Was my performance satisfactory, Miss Redfield?" His tone was entirely professional, but he watched Claire's face burn crimson at the innuendo lurking beneath the innocuous question.
Claire cursed to herself as she tried to maintain her expression. That bastard! This was his payback for putting him on the spot, he was returning the favor. Except this was worse, she'd heard the sexual undertone in his teasing and Chris was standing right there! Not to mention that the whole situation was turning her on, she was afraid someone would notice that her breathing was a little faster, a little deeper, and she'd crossed her arms to hide the peaks of her breasts that were showing through her bra and shirt. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, and she wished she could rub them to ease her discomfort. And Wesker knew exactly what he was doing to her, the twitch at the corner of his mouth said it all. Ohh, if he thought she was going to back down from this, he was in for a big surprise.
"I'd have been more impressed if you'd done it holding your gun with only one hand. I'd think a man with as much experience as you have would be familiar with using only his right hand to fire his gun." Claire stared straight into his sunglasses, telling him with her eyes that he was in trouble. Virgin or not, Claire was a teenager and all teenagers excelled at hiding dirty innuendos in comments.
"Oh, really? I'm shocked, Miss Redfield. I wasn't aware you were so knowledgeable about how men grip their weapons as they're discharged. I'd be very interested to know how many men you've personally witnessed handling a weapon to be able to form such a firm opinion on the matter," Wesker replied, and there was the tiniest hint of a smile on his face, a minuscule smirk so smug that she didn't even think before firing off her retort.
"Well, Captain Wesker, I'm sure my number isn't anywhere close to the number of men you've supervised gripping a firearm. I admit you'd definitely know more than I would on whether or not men prefer to hold their gun with one hand or two."
The silence that followed was painfully tense. No one moved. Brad might have stopped breathing.
What had she just said to him?! Oh, Claire, now you've done it, there is no way he is going to let this go. 'I am in so much trouble now,' she thought in dread. What was wrong with her?!
On the outside, Claire appeared calm, her face a mask of polite indifference. But on the inside, she was shaking in fear of Wesker's impending retaliation. His face gave nothing away, but he had to be pissed.
As the seconds passed and Wesker said nothing, Claire's fear multiplied. Had she gone too far? Would he take her comeback as her trying to disrespect him in front of his team? She wasn't trying to be rude, he'd riled her up and she wanted to show him that when it came to teasing, she never held back. What if he changed his mind about playing with her now? She didn't want to think about that, he couldn't be that mad, could he?
But Wesker was far from angry. He was delighted. It had been a long time since someone had dared to get into a verbal sparring match with him and she had responded splendidly. Her sharp wit amused him to no end and he had to give her credit for not cowering when he'd subtly provoked her, instead rising to the challenge he'd purposefully issued in the presence of her brother. He'd wanted to see how she'd respond if she was unexpectedly put in a sexual situation, even if that detail was only apparent to her, while around her sibling. If she had been reluctant or even unwilling to respond to him, he'd have been concerned that she wouldn't be able to thrive as her conditioning progressed. But his Claire performed as exceptionally as he'd hoped, and she'd fired back at him with the same tact and insinuation he'd leveled at her.
It was unfortunate he couldn't show her how pleased he was by throwing her down right here on the floor and pulling down the tight jeans that hid her feminine folds from him. He would have expressed his satisfaction with her by licking and sucking on the sweet treasure between her thighs with his tongue and teeth until she was writhing below him as wave after wave of torrid ecstasy ripped through her. But pleasuring her would have to wait, he still had a ways to go with her before she'd be ready for what his mouth was going to do to her. She still deserved a reaction of some sort from him though, something to reassure her that he'd loved their banter.
If Alpha team had thought there was nothing that could surprise them after watching Claire and Captain Wesker sling badly-concealed insults at each other, they were wrong. Wesker, who had been silent after Claire's last taunt, suddenly busted out laughing. Wesker never laughed, and the few times they'd heard him chuckle had been right before he'd given them some unpleasant task to do. Wesker barely had a sense of humor. Yet here he was, laughing in front of the equally stunned redhead so much he had to look down at the ground with a hand over his mouth to try and stifle his mirth. This was more emotion than they'd thought he was capable of feeling. The laughter was short-lived, but it somehow left everyone more disturbed than the silence had. Everyone except Claire.
Claire was ecstatic. She had made Wesker laugh. In front of people! It was unheard of, an incredible achievement. The fear that had been eating away at her moments before melted away as she listened to his deep, luxurious chuckling and felt her heart warm. More than proud, she felt relieved that he wasn't angry with her. Maybe he was the kind of person who could appreciate her sarcastic sense of humor and sharp wit.
"Given the demands of my position as a commanding officer, that is more than likely the case, Miss Redfield. You have a quick mind, never lose that. It will serve you well in the future. Now if you'll excuse me for just a moment," Wesker turned and walked to the table against the back wall to retrieve the clipboard he'd left so he could record the team's scores. For most, the table would have been far enough away from Alpha team to be out of hearing range of their conversation. Wesker, however, had no trouble picking up their speech over the distance.
"So, Claire," Frost began, "Are you any good with a gun?"
"She is, actually," Chris interjected, always ready to brag about his little sister, "I taught her how to shoot myself."
Frost pretended to think for a moment. "So you must be a pretty good shot then, if Chris was your teacher. But I bet you aren't a better shot than me. How about you take a turn at target practice and if your score is lower than mine, I get to take you out for an evening of fun." Chris was immediately infuriated with the bandana-wearing upstart, not missing the suggestive tone in the air this time.
"What?! Hell no, Frost, not gonna happen!" Chris was yelling, pumped up with brotherly rage.
His demeanor gave nothing away, but Wesker was seeing red from where he stood. Wesker couldn't be so vocal with his own fury, he'd have to use other means to punish Frost for his grave mistake. Claire was his and he'd kill anyone who tried to touch her.
Frost was pushing his luck, he knew it, but after seeing the young woman go against their fearsome captain, he decided he wanted a little one-on-one time with the little spitfire. She was cute and friendly, he was sure they could have a good time together.
"Chris," Claire interrupted her brother's tantrum, putting a hand on his arm to turn him to face her, "It's fine. Let me handle this." She turned back to Frost, smirking up at him, "Alright, Jo, I accept your wager, but if I score higher than you, you have to pay the entire repair bill for my motorcycle." Claire wasn't worried about this bet, she was used to people, especially men, underestimating her. It would be gratifying to devastate his ego and get out of paying the expensive costs her motorcycle's maintenance had racked up at the same time.
Frost snorted, so sure of his victory. "Deal. I'm friends with the owner of the repair shop, so if you do manage to beat my score, he'll give me a deep discount on your bill."
'Get ready to wipe that smile off your face, Joseph,' Claire thought with impish glee. This was going to be fun.
"What's going on over here?" Wesker was striding towards them now, the irritation evident in his voice. "I walk away for two minutes and you're already causing problems, Frost," He let a little of the seething rage he was feeling slip into his tone, knowing the intimidating effect it would have on the man. He watched Frost shrink back a little, likely clueless as to why his commander was angry with him for making what he foolishly thought was a harmless bet with the younger Redfield.
"Nothing, s-s-sir. Claire just wanted to t-take a turn on the line and see if she c-could hit any of the targets…that's all." The imbecile was stuttering in his rush to make up an excuse.
"Excuse me?" Claire was immediately on the defensive at his implication, "I think you meant to say that I was going to show you the right way to shoot a gun, since you clearly don't know how to do it."
Chris snickered to himself, the Redfield was strong in this one. He pretended to cough when Wesker turned to look in his direction though. He did not want his boss redirecting his ire at him.
Since he too wanted to see how accurate her shooting was, and because he couldn't let Frost get away with undermining Claire just because of her gender, he agreed. Wesker didn't like it, but he decided to allow Claire to demonstrate her firearm finesse. His lady had a right to defend her honor.
Chris handed her his loaded gun and she took her place on the shooting line. Carefully, she aimed at her first target, choosing to start with the one standing the farthest to the left. Wesker listened as she took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled. When she'd pushed the last of the air from her chest and out between her lips, her pointer finger twitched on the trigger. The violent pang of the gun echoed through the room and the bullet hit the bullseye on the target's head dead center. In rapid succession, she pointed at each target and fired, the ping of each bullet filling the previous silence with gunfire. Although her shots were aimed well, not all of them hit the center of the bullseye, but all of her shots hit the target's head and were within the first three red rings surrounding the center.
Wesker smirked as he did the calculations. Frost's score didn't even come close to hers.
"Congratulations, Miss Redfield. You've outclassed a member of Alpha team."
Chris' reaction was immediate, whooping loudly before sweeping his sister up into a hug to swing her till she was dizzy. He put her down when she'd had enough and practically skipped over to Frost to appropriately rub the loss in his face. It was an obnoxious display, in Wesker's opinion, but he tolerated it since the oaf was doing it for Claire. His eyes caught her and Jill slapping their hands together in a high-five as Barry patted the young woman's back, praising her performance the way a father would for a daughter. The rest of Alpha team were too busy razzing the humbled Frost, and he overheard more than one suggestion of Claire taking his place on the team.
Wesker shifted his attention then, all of his senses focusing solely on Claire now. He watched the way her eyes kept wandering back to him, discretely checking for his reaction, searching for a sign of approval. That she was actively seeking his admiration fueled his desire for her, intensifying the possessive passion he felt. Her eyes kept returning to him because only his opinion of her mattered and it would be his word that left her elated or crushed.
He would give her what she needed, always. "Your skills are most certainly noteworthy, Miss Redfield." Wesker's tone was a mix of polite interest and reasonable appreciation, his words said for the benefit of the team, but his smile was all for her and she heard the message he intended underneath the words. The smile said that she had made him very happy just now. She responded with an equally polite thank you, but she couldn't hide in her eyes what his praise was doing to her. There was heat simmering beneath the blue, the grey flecks scattered across the irises shining from the fierce pride that burned in her chest.
Claire didn't understand why Wesker's simple praise made her feel so amazing, but it did. She heard Jill and Barry's honest compliments, her brother's exuberant celebrating, and it made her happy, but the joy they gave her was muted compared to the euphoria triggered by Wesker's silent approval. She couldn't see his eyes, but she didn't need to, she could feel the intense weight of his stare. The slight cock of his head as he looked at her like she wasn't just plain old Claire Redfield, like she was intriguing. What would she need to do to see him look at her that way again?
There was a shift somewhere, just outside the peripheral of her vision. She couldn't really see what it was, but all the same she knew that something was being displaced. She couldn't turn to look for it either. The weight of Wesker's attention held her in place, had her waiting for him to do something. Speak? Move? What? For a second, his gaze robbed her of her senses and she felt lost when she looked away from him, her world only stabilizing when she brought her eyes back to his and surrendered to the pressure that commanded her. 'Just give in,' it said. To what? 'To him,' it replied. She wanted to, but something was holding her back. She was stuck behind bars, a door, a gate, all locked with no key in sight. 'I can't get free,' she thought in panic. 'I'm trapped,' she tried to tell Wesker through the haze. 'No,' Another voice answered, familiar and unknown, 'Not trapped. Safe. Protected.' Then whatever had come over her passed. The sudden departure left her disoriented and she shook her head to try and clear it, breaking her eye contact with the blonde. What the hell had that been? Some kind of Jedi mind trick? Weird.
She did feel sure of one thing though. Something that should have alarmed her, but didn't.
It made her feel very, very good to please Wesker. The kind of good that could easily become an addiction if she wasn't careful. Like a drug, the high she got from that look felt incredible and she wanted to feel it again.
Hearing Wesker speak again was jarring after the mental hijacking Claire had experienced. But if Claire looked like she was out of it, no one seemed to notice.
"Practice is over, I expect everyone to return to your desks and finish the paperwork that should have been submitted to me before we came down here. Do not leave until that's been done. If I check my desk at the end of the day and one of you has neglected to turn in your documentation, you will all pay for it during PT next week." Someone muttered "fuck that shit" but Wesker wasn't entirely sure which one of them had said it and it wasn't worth his acknowledgment when he was trying to get rid of them. When Chris went to take hold of Claire's arm to bring her with him, Wesker stopped him, "Go on, Chris, I can walk your sister back upstairs after I collect her target sheets. I'm sure you'd agree that she deserves a souvenir to take with her for her achievement today and if you hadn't been goofing off earlier, yes I saw your antics I'm not blind, you'd have been able to get them for her yourself. Now get going, Redfield, I think you've put off your paperwork long enough," Wesker's command was firm and left no room for argument. Chris had no choice but to grumble on his way out the door, cursing his own procrastination this time. If he'd done his paperwork earlier instead of trying to steal and hide Jill's beret, they could have left and gone home. The others filed out the door quickly, eager to be done with their work so they could start their weekend.
Wesker finally had Claire alone. Or as alone as they could be in a building full of police officers and noisy clerical staff. They were alone enough for what he intended to do. No one else had any reason to come down here, he'd purposefully scheduled the team's target practice for the last time slot of the day, and Chris wouldn't be done with his work for at least half an hour, if not longer. Plenty of time for Wesker to play with his sweet vixen.
Claire's eyes followed him as he circled around her slowly, silently, his eyes always on her. There was a stiffness in the way she was standing that said she was also aware that they were alone and she was nervous. So very, deliciously nervous. A dark chuckle made her pulse jump in her throat and her breathing pick up speed. It excited him to see it. He wanted to take advantage of her heightened state to toy with her nerves, to bind her further to him while the fear left her open and vulnerable. He'd made progress with her earlier, he'd seen the moment she'd been completely in his thrall, and while she had escaped from it for now, he was sure he could capture her again. He wouldn't allow her to get away until he had.
"Dear heart," He purred from behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders, squeezing the muscles there until he heard her gasp, "Although your shooting is commendable, your stance is sloppy. That more than anything is evidence of Chris' tutelage, as your brother has never understood the necessity of proper form when using firearms. If you would please," he leaned down to whisper into her ear, lightly nipping the sensitive lobe with his teeth to make her gasp for him again, "go stand on the line and take your stance again. I will correct your form," his hands trailed down to her elbows, the pressure from his fingers leaving her skin tingling as the blood that had been forced away as his hands slid past came rushing back, "and show you the proper way to stand when holding a deadly weapon in your hands."
His voice had dropped to a rumbling timbre towards the end, taking on a husky quality that belonged in a bedroom. Or somewhere darker. It made the muscles low in her belly squeeze tight, trying to hold onto something that wasn't there, had never been there, but that she desperately needed to be there. Claire swallowed hard and he watched her do it. But she couldn't move yet, she'd forgotten how to use her legs.
"Don't you want me to educate you, Claire?" he murmured against her throat when she still hadn't done as he'd asked.
"Yes," she said, but it came out as a whimper and she felt Wesker chuckle against her skin.
"Then don't disobey me. Go stand on the line. Now." He took great pleasure in giving her a firm smack on her ass, watching her jump as she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning when she felt the sharp sting on her bum. But she didn't hesitate to obey him this time, walking somewhat unsteadily to stand again where she had been earlier. Her small hands picked up the gun that had been left, probably by god damn Vickers again, and she assumed her shooting stance.
The stance was decent for the most part, only a couple of flaws to fix. His hungry eyes took her in, noting the points that would need to be adjusted, but also enjoying the view of her from behind. Her ass was fantastic. Wesker's approach at her back was like a wolf closing in on a cornered doe, meant to incite fear…and other things. His steps purposefully loud enough to be heard, the quiet echo of his boots getting closer and closer. He took perverse delight in her nervous shifting as she strained to hear him as he stripped the leather gloves from his hands. Instinct was warring with logic inside her, she felt the predator stalking its prey, the warning that it was a mistake to keep her back to him, but she stayed put like a good girl. At another time, another place, she would be his prey again and she would listen to the instinct that told her to run as he hunted her and claimed his prize when she failed to elude him.
Wesker took his position directly behind her, bending his much taller frame over her slightly so he could press himself intimately against the line of her back, letting his heat sink through her clothes to caress her smooth skin. He gripped her hips and abruptly pulled them back hard to collide with his, almost groaning at the feel her plump ass flush against his semi-hard erection. The stimulation caused his cock to twitch and by the sound of her trembling gasp, he knew she'd felt it. 'How far could he push this?' Wesker wondered, although the consideration was a false one, the decision to take it farther had already been made.
Knowing he was aroused by all of this, by the feel of her against him, excited her, Claire was ashamed to admit. The thought of what someone would think if they walked in and saw the S.T.A.R.S. Captain and her in such a suggestive position with the evidence of how very happy he was sitting snug between her backside made her feel a little slutty, but the fact that she was responsible for him being this turned on made her feel powerful, like a sultry femme fatale. Irresistible. She'd never felt that way before. It was incredibly gratifying and the embarrassment that had plagued her melted away. Just to see his response, she tilted her hips up and back down once to rub his cock along the line separating her cheeks. It was her turn then to hide a wicked smile when he hissed, sucking in a sharp breath between his gritted teeth and tightening his hands on her hips in reflex.
She was testing how much she could get away with too, it seemed. Wesker liked that, it added to the satisfaction he'd get when he overwhelmed her with experience. The naughty minx needed a reminder of who was in control here. She could grind her luscious ass invitingly on him all day, an idea he was seriously considering now that he'd thought of it, but he would always have the upper-hand when it came to physical pleasures. He'd been doing this a lot longer and, unlike her, he had zero reservations when it came to sex. And that would always give him the advantage in their little game.
Wesker released his grip on her hips to slide his hands down further, feeling along the front of her jeans, dipping down into the hollow of her pelvis, taking care to avoid touching her folds and remain along the bikini line. His hands stopped there for a moment, just letting himself feel her quivering underneath his hands, listen to her heart racing in anticipation for him to reach out to skim a finger across her needy sex. She wanted him to touch her, to feel his hands grab her between her legs and cup the heat there. Which is why he wouldn't. Instead his hands skipped past it to slide around the inside of her soft thighs. Even though she was shaking as he groped her everywhere he pleased and pressed his hard cock into her, she didn't pull away. She wasn't uncomfortable with his hands prowling her body. Claire may as well have begged him to do what he wanted to her when she pressed herself back harder against him. There was a point to this exploration beyond playing with her though, Wesker needed to get back to the task at hand.
"Your legs need to be farther apart," he instructed the redhead first as he pushed out against the inside of her thighs, forcing her to widen her stance. Not satisfied with the distance, he dragged his nails up the inside of her thighs and growled, "More." She whimpered sweetly and did as he demanded, but her stance still wasn't wide enough. Wesker decided to try a different approach to coax the last few inches out of her. "Almost, dear heart. Now show me what a good girl you are and spread your legs nice and wide for me." That did it, her silence broke as she moaned aloud for him. There was no resistance now when he positioned her legs in the correct placement.
"Just like that, love, very good," Wesker murmured, relishing how responsive she was to him. It had been effortless for him to overstimulate her with nothing more than his light touches. He hadn't even played with her breasts or pussy yet, but she was already well on her way to an orgasm. The temptation to drag a finger up her slit and give her that final push to cum while her body was pressed so hard against his rigid member was overwhelming. He resisted the urge to finish this too soon, running his hands back up her thighs, past her honeyed sex, up across her toned stomach. One of his hands stayed here, the fingers spread wide just above her sensitive mound. The other continued on to part her pert breasts as his hand passed between them, the supple globes cradling his wrist between them. His palm lay flat against the skin under her throat, the thumb and pointer finger resting on each side of her graceful neck. His long fingers massaged the skin underneath them as he pushed her back against him, straightening her posture in the process.
"Don't lean forward so much when you aim, it puts too much weight on your leading leg. Angle yourself towards your target only slightly, so your weight distribution remains even, but keep your core tight," those torturous fingers pulled up her shirt to tickle the skin below it, "and your shoulders back."
He paused, deciding what to do with her. Wesker could either push her limits a little more and see what happened, or he could play it safe and let the lesson end now. The choice was clear. "Now I want you to feel how you're standing, right now, memorize all of this, and next time you shoot I expect to see you standing in this exact position." He leaned down so he could nuzzle her neck, his words a low, sensuous omen in her ear, "If not, I'm afraid I'll have to discipline you until you can get it right. And I'd very much enjoy doing that." He bit down without warning on the point where her shoulder met her neck, just hard enough to feel the muscles below tighten as she threw her head back and silently screamed, her voice robbed of sound by the rush of sensation from the orgasm Wesker's bite had triggered. At that moment, Claire fell under Wesker's power again and she saw nothing, heard nothing, tasted and smelled nothing, but she felt all of Wesker inside her. He looked down at her, seeing that lost glazed look he loved on her beautiful face, and he smiled, the expression dark and wolfish. She had done very well. He was satisfied with her progress...for now.
Bit by bit, he would push her to new breaking points and strip her of the fragile protection she'd built inside herself, fracturing her resistance and exposing the weaknesses so he could slip inside the cracks he'd made and infect her mind and heart with him, like a virus. She looked so peaceful gazing up at him right now, like he was all that existed to her. That look would fade as her mind came down from the dopamine high he'd induced in her, but seeing it for just a few moments renewed his vigor. It was a sign that she was not only vulnerable, but predisposed to what he had planned, that his influence was beginning to take root in her because the soil had already been prepped by her. It would be quite some time before the metaphorical seed he was planting in her psyche would show proof of growth and sprout, but he would make sure to tend it night and day to ensure his success.
Pressing his lips in a tender kiss to her forehead, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lightly squeezed again, not for domination this time but to soothe and comfort her as she came down from the orgasm he'd given her, helping to ground her again with his presence.
"Dear heart?"
"Hmmm?" was her only response.
"Be ready for me to pick you up near your house by 7 tonight and I'll take you to my home. You can give me your penalty there." When she nodded drowsily, still a bit out of it, he turned her around and wrapped her in his embrace, just enjoying the feel of her in his arms as she wrapped her own around his waist. It felt good to have her there, almost calming. He felt her draw in a deep breath and let it out slowly as she sank into his hold and allowed herself to completely relax against him.
"I'll be ready," she answered dreamily, and with a final squeeze he let her go, watching her as she flashed him a demure smile and walked out the door to go back upstairs. She'd forgotten her target sheets, but he could get those to her later. It was odd though. Wesker wasn't usually a man that enjoyed affection, but it had felt...unpleasant to lose the warm sensation of Claire held so solidly against him as she let herself go and gave in to his embrace. She seemed to respond positively to it as well, if the way her eyes had lingered on him as she left was any indication.
As he walked the shooting line collecting the target sheets for Claire, he considered it.
Perhaps it would be advantageous for him to incorporate more affection into his conditioning. If it would help him secure his hold on her heart, he would do it. There was nothing he wouldn't do to have her surrender to him.
Again, I'm so sorry for the wait on this chapter! And if you're wondering where the good smut is and what the penalty will be, it's in the next chapter. It won't take me long to get chapter 3 out, considering it's already written and I just need to finish editing it during the review process. But it's even longer than this chapter. They just keep getting longer…
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