The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Chrys lived a busy life, but she made a point to schedule time with her plaything. Girlfriend. Girlfriend plaything. Okay, she was still getting used to incorporating the new title into their arrangement.
With the return of Chrys’s assistant, Tses was able to return to the Syndicate hub where Chrys needed her. They saw each other less during the day, but Tses was still staying in Chrysanthemum’s penthouse. They spent time together, but with much of it being spent tired after a long day, the CEO reveled in the opportunity to visit Tses at the bar. Evidently, there was something Tses wanted to show her. The blonde was a rather cut and dry person, so the sense of mystery was intriguing.
Entering the establishment, Chrys was still impressed with how far Tses had come. Even without Chrysanthemum dressing her up, the blonde’s outfit was fashionable and alluring. It required confidence, and the mistress was proud to say she saw no meekness in the way she pulled the look off.
”Hey bartender,” she purred, taking the stool in front of Tses. She held off on kissing the woman, not because this was her place of business, but because she wanted to know the reason for her visit before she started forming bonds.
”Got anything special for me today? Besides that outfit, which, may I just say,” she interrupted herself to gesture with her hand, up and down at Tses’s figure, ”delicious.” She grinned with approval, allowing Tses a moment to greet her and speak.
This girl really did have loyalty ingrained in her. Chrys could work with that; maybe she should make the dojo a normal trip. She could use the exercise, right? This new face was a very pretty one, and while Kimberly had some unique takes on diet and religion, Chrysanthemum was never the type to let quirks dissuade her.
Working for The Syndicate came with rules, but it also came with freedom. It was easy to offer Kim the freedom to track down her family. ”It sounds like you had quite the family connection. Best of luck, Kimberly, and know The Syndicate is here to give you the resources to succeed. Or break you out of the next jail cell, if it comes to that again,” she teased.
This woman had drive and she stayed focus on her mission. ”A one-woman army can only make so much of a difference, but every dent is a dent,” she assured the killer. ”Now, though, you’re part of something larger. With a wider reach, each chip and dent will add up. Stay hopeful, brightness.”
Brushing her hand across Kimberly’s cheek, Chrysanthemum looked to the door out. ”I do have more appointments to deal with today and a very needy pet who will want me home soon. I’ll leave you to get adjusted here, but I’ve had them program me into your phone if you need me. It’ll be under Mistress Ivy.”
As a parting farewell that she would justify as being “very European, and this, high-brow New York,” she kissed Kimberly’s cheek. ”Excited to see you grow, Kimberly. Until next time.”
The curiosity of her power was clearly one of interest rather than exploitation. Kimberly bore no ill will toward Chrys, and all reports suggested she was loyal like a golden lab, which Chrys could work with. ”I also don’t fancy the idea of getting dead any time soon,” she agreed, ”And a heart or brain is a much different beast than an arm. My power ties into the nervous system, so I do not wish to find out what brain death might mean for me.” Some risks were not worth her curiosity; she could have lived with one arm, but her brain was an asset.
The progress Kim made was impressive. From cannibal to a woman who could hopefully interact with humans without spitting on or stabbing them. They had to be careful, but that was undeniable progress.
A show of power was met and reciprocated, with an example of Aura’s pink energy on display, forming a claw. The mistress bit her lip as the sensation of a claw raking her palm transferred over. ”Certainly quite the toy to play with,” she mused ambiguously. The mutation? The woman? That was a question to answer another time, of course.
As a final followup, Kimberly had a question about her former associates. Family, likely found family based on the records. Chrys smiled warmly. ”You’re welcome to keep searching, and I would recommend providing Willow with what details you can. She is working with our messenger to gather information on former members of notable mutant crime organizations.” There had been a few over the years, leaving dozens of hundreds of threads to track down. ”The Syndicate wants to be a network for whatever mutants need us and understand the cause.”
Using her sensation mimicry on someone helped Chrysanthemum understand them. Her father loathed her power because it allowed her body to equalize the power disparity between them. It was harder to abuse someone when the abuse was returned to you. Some people feared the lack of control they had when Chrys could affect them without their say-so.
This woman lived pain and violence. She was surprised, but not fearful. Chrys believed she would torch an orphanage if asked. Her enthusiasm would have made Chrys worry about her ability to control her violent urges if she could not see the obedience in Kimberly’s eyes. If Chrys and Jayda kept her in check, she would be in control. She was like a well-trained panther; submissive to her masters, but when she was allowed off her leash, she was an apex predator.
Kimberly was curious about Chrysanthemum’s power, but did not presume she was owed an explanation. Good. ”I can create a bond with someone, and when I do sensations become shared. Heat, pressure, pain, pleasure. If I cut off someone’s arm, I’ll lose feeling in my arm until enough time passes; tested that one. Not quite willing to test what happens when someone bonded to me dies.” Her smile was unnerving when she added, ”I always break the bond before killing them.”
A training gym and dojo was an appropriate fit for this woman. She was combat ready, and mutants needed to know how to defend one another. ”I’ll entrust that training to you; I’m not much of a fighter. The business will include employees; trainers, maintenance. Willow will handle administrative work, but they are all Syndicate-approved and loyal.” No sense risking questionable hires when like-minded mutants needed work.
”As for humans, they may be part of the clientele. As the owner, you do not have to deign give them them your time or attention; there are people for that,” she assured her, not wanting to force Kimberly to deal with people she saw as the enemy. ”But this is part of letting the business fly under the radar. That said, if a human is causing trouble… well, we will let you deal with problems brought to your doorstep. Just be mindful of our cleaners who will have to come in and manage the fallout.”
Chrys played with her dangling earring, if only to keep reminding Kimberly of their bond with the tugging sensation at her earlobe. ”I have faith in you, Kimberly. I have no concerns that when we let out Aura into the world with her mask, she’ll cut a red swath where we ask. And Kimberly will be my dutiful subordinate and a mutant the rest of Syndicate can look up to.”
Chrysanthemum was not known for emotional availability and Tses knew that. They were in the same place now; two women wanting to be better for each other. ”We’ll keep working on all of this, pet. We’re both in new territory, right? Let’s just… figure it out together. No pressure.” They would make mistakes; no reason to punish themselves. Well, playful punishment aside, of course.
Now that they had settled things back down and the next meeting was not with someone Chrysanthemum used to sleep with, they could get back into their work day. ”I’m confident that you and Elizabeth can move people around as necessary. The beauty of being the woman in charge is people getting in line with my schedule. If I want to take an extra fifteen minutes alone with my pet, everyone will adjust accordingly.”
Smiling, Chrys kissed Tses’s cheek, feeling the slightly muted sensation. She admired the blonde for a moment before following up with a kiss on Tses’s slender neck, just above the choker she had Tses wear. ”Actually… that doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” she murmured, guiding Tses back toward her desk. ”Can you move my meeting back like you said and let Lizzy know I have a call to take?”
The transition from Poseidon to Jayda was not the cleanest one, but things were settling down and even the loyalists like Duke fell in line for the good of the organization. It helped that Jayda was terrifying. Chrys wanted to remain on her good side, and prioritized any decisions that would keep her there. She was the rare type of person Chrys would still give total control, submitting her power when asked.
Despite her hesitance, Kimberly had a history with leadership. She also had experiences with failure. "It sounds like you've learned. I have faith in you, Kimberly."
Despite the blush from her little kiss of the hand, Kimberly left no illusions to where her loyalties lied. "Oh, of course. Jayda is the Boss; if she told me to torch this gym with you in it, I'd do it. That's just how the chain of command works," she stated obviously, letting Kimberly stroke her arm so she could feel the sensation on her own arm and realize what was happening. To make the point even clearer, Chrys drew one of her pointed nails from her shoulder to her breast, pressing hard enough to leave a raised red mark across herself and her subordinate but not enough to draw her own blood. "But left to me, it's my commands you'll live and die on, correct Kimberly? I can trust you to be a good girl when I give the order-- whatever the order? Befriend who I tell you to befriend, train who I tell you to train... kill who I tell you to kill?"
This was a new moment for Chrysanthemum. She was not what one might call an emotionally available individual. Being emotionally vulnerable was more frightening than being physically vulnerable. She could turn pain onto someone, but how did she equalize leaving her feelings exposed? If this were anyone else, she would not think about it, but Tses was already exposed. She had nothing left to hide from Chrys, and something about that forced the Mistress to confront what she was holding back.
She could feel the physical tension Tses was holding, from her jaw to her feet. They would get her accustomed to those shoes eventually. The rest, Chrys had to do something about. "You misbehaved because I wasn't doing my job right. Not as your Mistress. Not as your lover." It was on her that Tses's self-consciousness grew rampantly as she worried about her place. She worried Chrys saw her as expendable, while the opposite could not be less true.
Chrys wrapped Tses up in a hug, feeling her own arms around her own shoulders. "There may be other pets. I can't promise there won't be. What I can say... is if you want to be my girlfriend, that can be a spot just for you?" Chrys laughed at the words escaping her, wondering where she even found them. "Trust me, I'm not in the business of cliche lines like that. I'm making you a special case, Tsesy."
If one of her previous pets had thrown a tantrum and took issue with her relationships with other women, Chrys would have been firm. She would remind Viv to learn her place constantly. As a CEO used to being in control herself, she made a habit of being uppity. Chrys was also learning to respect her sub’s feelings and limitations back then as well. She might have broken Viv a little too well, honestly.
Experience taught her to be more empathetic, but that was not what she was feeling with Tses. Rather than wanting to take a firm, authoritative hand in this conflict, Chrys was softening. She was worried, not that Tses would leave; the blonde made it clear she never planned to leave. Chrys was just concerned she had hurt Tses. The desperation in Tses’s voice did nothing but sadden the Mistress.
After letting her pet-- her friend-- her lover get her feelings off her chest, Chrys waited until Tses settled back to a solid form, no longer flickering. The moment she could, she wrapped her arms tightly around the woman she had at her beck and call for months now. ”Oh Tses… I’m sorry. I should have said this sooner. Yes, you’re my pet and my doll and my plaything and you do all of that wonderfully. And yes… other girls have done all that for me, too.”
Chrys rested a soft kiss on Tses’s forehead. ”You’re not just a curiosity like my other pets. You’re my friend. You’re… you’re more, okay?” she admitted very quietly. ”I value you. You’re the one I can let into all the spaces in my life. That’s not something I’ve just let my pets do.”
Steadying her breath, one arm left Tses’s waist so she could raise the blonde’s chin in her hand. She captured Tses’s gaze. ”You… matter. Not just as my pet. As my Tses. No pet or plaything can replace my Tses because she’s irreplaceable.”
Chrys found the way this woman spoke interesting. She saw the world as a combatant. Fame and fear were not just status symbols or social tools; her default view framed them as advantages in battle. This girl did not know how to be a civilian.
She would be a useful warrior, but they would have to work on her personal abilities. All in time, and it all started with separating her personas.
At the very least, she was not as shy as Chrys expected from a woman who spent most of her time separated from society. The compliment did not go unobserved, as Chrys was always aware of when someone gave her ego a gift.
Kimberly was submissive and unquestioningly loyal, but she did seem grateful for this new opportunity. Her past… it was nothing short of abuse. Chrys could empathize. ”My dear, I know how that feels. To be manipulated and warped for someone’s needs. Kimberly Delkar will learn to be her own person. We don’t just make you a Captain to follow orders; your opinion will matter, Kimberly.” She wanted to train the name into her until it was second nature.
Building Kimberly up was important, but the Captain was curious. A cheshire grin settled on Chrys’s lips, because she had no qualms giving a more proper introduction to who she was and why she would matter to Kim. ”I worked out a business arrangement with… the previous Boss. I brought enough to the table to earn my seat at it, even with our new Boss in charge.” She was glad Jayda was a practical woman, regardless of what she may or may not have done to get Poseidon out of the way.
And… well, Chrys was Chrys, and when a subordinate was so ready to fall in line, she could not help herself. ”And do not get confused, my lovely Captain,” she warned in a low voice. Her hand delicately touched Kimberly’s shoulder, trailing her fingertips along the woman’s arm. ”You are a leader. Your opinion matters and I’ll want to hear it, but you’re my Captain. I’m a Counselor, so you’ll report directly to me.”
Taking Kimberly’s hand, she held it up and planted a kiss on its back. It was nothing sentimental; she felt most in control when she established her connection. ”You seem eager to follow orders, and that’s good. Because when I give you an order? My word is final. Understood?”
The moment sent a pleasant shiver down Chrys’s spine, spreading into goosebumps, both sensations Kimberly would feel as well now that they were connected.
Of all the subordinates Chrysanthemum had been involved with, Tses had proven to be the most implicitly loyal. Most submissives had roadblocks and limitations that were hard limits, and some just had limits to how much Chrys could share with them. Tses had things that made her uncomfortable and Chrys recognized them, but if Chrys wanted her to do something, Tses would do it without question, almost too willingly.
And now, evidently, they were hitting Tses’s first roadblock, and oh boy, was this one a doozy.
Chrysanthemum did not notice jealousy unless people were jealous of her, because that just fueled her ego and was therefore valuable. She was all but blind to the jealousy her pet felt toward other women Chrys surrounded herself with, but hindsight was suddenly reflecting those signs in her head.
Despite her effort to touch Tses as she had hundreds of times before, Chrys’s hand passed through the woman standing as moonlight before her. This was troubling. The way she spoke Elizabeth’s name spoke volumes. It also perplexed Chrys, who thought she had been clear about her daliances. ”Tses… I didn’t mean it that way. I wanted to play dress-up with you,” she said, trying to keep it light, but her effort was half-hearted and weak. ”Doll things, like we always do.”
Furrowing her brow, Chrys tried to figure out the problem here. ”I.. I don’t know the right thing to say here,” she admitted, which was rare for her. ”I’ve always been honest that I’ve been involved with people in the past. That I’ll play with people now. I try… I want to be truthful with you.”
The flickering woman finally let a word slip that clarified the picture. Replaceable. That was the problem. Not that Chrys had a history filled with lovers. It was that she had a history of women where she had been. And they were not there now. Chrys bit her lip, unsure of how to approach that reasoning. ”Is… is that it? You’re seeing pets I’ve kept before. You’re worried. You think one day I’ll release you to be on your own again?”
The psychology of a facial reconstruction, or really any appearance-altering surgery, was fascinating. Some people adopted the new face and continued their lives normally. Some became a new person in small ways; the person they associated with the new face. Others developed imposter syndrome, struggling to live with an identity they felt no connection with.
The Captain was learning her new face, but at least outwardly, Chrys saw no signs of struggle. It was too early to know for sure, but she was hopeful Rena would not end up tearing into her face late at night.
”Fame and infamy both have their perks, but one makes it difficult to run a reputable business. Considering this is what The Syndicate is asking you to do, I think your new face suits you.” Chrysanthemum strode forward confidently, cautiously reaching to touch the murderer’s cheek with delicate fingertips should she be allowed that close.
Their situations were never the same. Rena was a soldier fighting a never-ending war while Chrysanthemum had been a broken young woman who was taught that abuse and pain and pleasure were all points on a single line. Two women with warped worldviews who were forced to figure out what to do with themselves now that everything looked different. ”It’s noble for a soldier to throw herself into the fight, but you have potential. You have vision. The Syndicate will help you understand this new path.”
It was undeniable Rena had potential as a leader, but she still had talents as a destructive force. She also likely still had a need to be on the frontlines. A thirst for the bloodshed of war. For that purpose, the mask was unsettling and served her needs. ”Rena will still have her time in the world as a Reaver. Fear and blood have their benefits.”
There were two metal folding chairs stationed nearby and Chrysanthemum gestured for Rena to follow her lead in taking a seat. The Counselor sorted through a folder, checking through some freshly printed documents. ”Rena, Aura, can still fight, but you… you’ll have a life now. A new person people can respect, but who will walk the streets free and ready to do great things for The Syndicate. It’s all here,” she assured her, handing over the folder. ”Birth certificate, records, passport. When you’re not donning the mask of who you once were, this folder is who you are now. This is the name you’ll use. It’s the person you’ll be. I am aware you were asked about this during your rehabilitation, so I hope you’ll find your new name and life to your liking.”
Chrysanthemum did not see the issue with discussing her sexual appetites or potential conquests. Tses understood that Chrys took sexual partners outside of their arrangement. She had a strong appetite, and while Tses was always willing to serve her, Chrys also understood that her sexual desires were not as “always on” as her mistress. Chrys was always going to keep finding prey for herself because she enjoyed the hunt, but that dynamic also impacted how and when she made these decisions.
Now that Tses was getting settled into Atlantis, Chrys was considering using her position as an opportunity to train her as a lure. Tses was a lovely woman, whether she believed it or not. With the right training, Chrys was sure she could lure some exciting new playthings for her mistress. Who better to teach her than Chrysanthemum herself?
”Viv? Oh, that’s quite the treat,” she purred enthusiastically, getting her files squared away.
Prompt as ever, the door opened shortly thereafter and a tall, leggy woman with flawless olive skin and sleek black hair entered. “Miss Van Hart, it’s been too long.”
Chrys’s smile was predatory. ”Clearly why I scheduled a meeting. Why not negotiate a few million dollars of business dealings to get you to visit.” The shook hands, because this was business and they both knew to behave for their business proceedings.
And the business portion of their meeting went smoothly. Miss Vale was a very accomodating business partner. She knew to let Chrysanthemum take the lead in negotiations and her terms were always generous. Of course they were; she knew it would make Chrys pleased.
And when business started to conclude, postures around the table relaxed. Chrys reached toward that narrow neck, her finger tugging on a choker Vivien wore. ”I approve of your choice in businesswear today, dear.”
The CEO beamed like a puppy being praised. “Of course, Mistress. It felt… appropriate.”
Chrysanthemum turned to her pet, ready to explain her past with Vivien. Taking the girl from a business conference and breaking her. Training her and making her a loyal and well-behaved companion for a time.
Except the mistress noticed the sparks. Barely distinguishable green light flickering. Chrysanthemum frowned, because Tses had control over her powers. This was distressing. ”Vivien, I don’t wish to rush you out, but I have some business to attend to with my precious… assistant.” The tone was clear; she might as well have said pet.
Vivien was disappointed, pouting at the early dismissal, but she was too well-trained to argue. “I… of course, Mistr-- Miss Van Hart.”
They stood from the table and Chrys gave a polite kiss on the cheek. Vivien was a former pet, but she did want to keep the woman happy and attended to. ”Brunch. Soon. Perhaps even dessert,” she murmured, which lifted Vivien’s spirits.
With her business associate and former plaything out of the room, Chrysanthemum could finally shift all her attention back to Tses. Slowly, she approached. ”Are you okay, pet? I know I haven’t been able to give you as much attention as you’d like today, but I’ll certainly make up for it when we get home.” She reached to place a hand on Tses’s cheek. ”I have to keep my precious girl happy, after all.”
Business was good, crime was better, and things with Tses were feeling natural after some tensions in her last office visit. All in all, Chrysanthemum’s fortunes were only getting better. This was the textbook definition of the rich getting richer.
Today, crime was the focus of her agenda with some business thrown in. Tses would stay at the apartment for lessons and to recover from a long night of work and play the night before. This was a meeting Chrysanthemum could handle on her own, particularly with The Boss asking her to handle a Syndicate Captain’s return to the city.
Rena Whilver, known more commonly as Aura to the public, the media, and the authorities was making her return after what most of the soldiers with Syndicate saw as a sabbatical. That was partially true, but the Captains and Counselors knew the intent of her time away. She needed time to recover; facial reconstruction surgeries took time and care and the Syndicate needed one of their ranking members not to be such a recognizable face. An associate or even a soldier could have a reputation like that, but they needed to be able to use Aura without her track record bringing attention to the Syndicate inner workings.
The physical transformation was one thing Chrys was excited to see, but her keenest interests were on the development the eye could not see. Chrysanthemum had… issues growing up. That happened when you had an abusive, manipulative, evil father. She was not the picture of mental health these days, but intensive mental health attention and rehabilitation made her a more functional member of society.
Aura was returning from a similar experience. Despite not having much face-to-face experience with the Captain, she could relate to the journey. She was interested to see a mirror of her younger self, now from the perspective of those who took her in after she was pieced back together.
Chrysanthemum was organizing the back office of a large warehouse building when she heard the call of someone entering the main space. The driver had called to let her know company would be coming shortly, so she smoothed out her navy blue dress, tucked a brown lock of hair behind her ear, and opened the door to spot a stunning woman surveying the martial arts studio.
”My my, they certainly do good work with those reconstructions,” she noted in a melodic tone. ”You look like a lovely young woman I wouldn’t recognize from a Most Wanted List.”
Caution was important, but this was Syndicate territory. A few men were positioned idly around the studio, but they were there to keep anyone from getting too close for this meeting. Chrysanthemum had a public image to maintain after all. She offered the mass-murderer her hand. ”Welcome, Rena. I trust you’re doing well. How does it feel to return to New York a new woman?”
Pet projects were fun, and Tses was admittedly not Chrysanthemum’s first. It was a learning process, and with how unstable she was as a young woman… well, she was not the best pet owner early on. Learning process. After some intensive therapy, her next attempts were safer; if she claimed ownership of someone, she should treat them with care and reverence.
She had playthings and long-term pets, but Tses was becoming a new stage of the process. Tses was living with Chrysanthemum full-time and being allowed in so many corners of her life. She made promises to Tses on a whim when this all started, but the way their partnership was evolving was still something Chrys had to figure out herself. It was an element she was not fully in control of, and she wanted to find the control.
Tses was dutiful as ever, but her affirmation lacked the enthusiasm Chrys expected when she was given tasks. She made a mental note, but moved on to thanking Elizabeth and asking her to send up her first meeting in ten minutes to allow the CEO and her assistant to get settled in.
Stepping into a private elevator, she murmured, ”Floor Seventy-Two,” to Tses, confident she would accept it as an order. Her morning exercise woke her up, but she was still gathering her energy for the day. When the doors closed, she decided to give herself a way to gather up some playful energy by pressing a hand between Tses’s shoulder blades to push her against the metal doors.
Leaning herself against Tses’s body, she nipped at Tses’s neck to establish their connection. She carefully ran fingers into Tses’s hair, careful not to mess it up before their business for the day. ”You know, you have beautiful blonde hair. I wonder how you would wear red, though? A shade like Elizabeth, maybe.” Who did not like a good strawberry blonde?
Though in her head, it was hard to picture. A hand slipped into a garment it should not explore during business hours, though she was just peeking it in, aware the elevator doors could open before the top floor. ”That would just be a passing fancy, though… I love your blonde hair too much. It suits you too well.” She sighed, pulling herself away as the elevator passed through the sixties. This elevator was too fast, she decided. ”Maybe a temporary dye; wouldn’t want to damage those lovely locks. Or I could just find us a nice redhead to play with.”
The door slid open and Chrysanthemum led them into her large penthouse office, feeling the frisky energy she was looking for. ”I’m sure Elizabeth could free herself up one night, come to think of it. Speaking of, has she sent you who is coming in as my first meeting?”
Chrysanthemum wanted to call Tses adorable, but she was not sure how that would land. Sure, Chrys often “patronized” Tses, but that was all power dynamic play and right now, Tses was out of her element. She was taking on a lot of challenges, so it made sense. She just happened to look sort of adorable when she was focused on doing her job right. Chrys loved how eager to please she could be.
She was putting in the effort. The way she walked was not natural for her, but she was able to keep up with Chrys’s brisk pace through the office, even in her skirt and heels.Honestly, Chrys kept finding herself proud of the progress Tses was making across the board. She had subordinates and submissives beforem, and she could not think of one as devoted and driven as her precious moonstone.
If she did not believe that, she would not have given Tses a role like this that involved a fair bit of reading, regardless of tech aids. ”Oh darling, I am not surprised you’ve made such progress.” She had to keep affection to a minimum in her office building, but she did reach back to caress Tses’s cheek. ”Of all the pet projects I’ve ever had, I’m not sure any measured up to you.” Maybe she was getting better at what she did, but she thought more of it was Tses being wonderful. It made it hard for her to imagine what her next pet project would be like.
Or would she have a next one at all?
As they approached the lobby desk, the young redhead stood from her seat, exuding bubbly energy when she saw the CEO approaching. “Miss Van Hart! I just finished sending your personal assistant an email, but Coastal Cargo had their flight delayed, pushing that Eleven AM to One PM.”
Sure enough, Chrysanthemum could hear the vibrating from one of Tses’s phones, which was met with a perplexed look from the executive assistant. “New personal assistant, ma’am?”
”Something like that,” she replied, smirking to herself. ”Thank you for being on top of things, Elizabeth.”
The redhead beamed at the praise and bowed her head. “Thank you, ma’am!”
Chrys placed a hand on Tses’s shoulder and moved her forward for a proper introduction. ”Tses will be filling in for Payton while she’s on a brief leave.” Chrys’s other hand found a place to rest atop the hand Elizabeth left on the desk. ”She is who you will coordinate with when meetings change or my schedule needs shifting. I trust you can both play nice?”
The question was asked in a playful way, perhaps less professional than how some subordinates would be spoken with. Elizabeth was used to this, though not as used to it as Tses, but her reply of, “Of course, always ma’am,” was almost purred proudly.
