Steven 10
I couldn't believe how she had sent me away. Walking down the hallway, I'm fuming and people noticeably avoid my path. My hands are shoved in my pockets again, something I learned helps control my fists from flying into the nearest face. And the last thing I need to see is Johnson with his stupid look of pride.
I clench my fists as I get into the empty elevator. Fucking brat has me mixed up inside and I hate it.
This whole thing is simply a contract between us, with fine print she won't find out about until it's too late. But the idea of her going back to him makes me want to shatter his skull with a single flick of my finger.
I'm holed up in my office for the rest of the day like a hermit. I haven't done a single productive thing today. Of course, Connie Maheswaren is completely to blame. The corner of my mouth twitches as I imagine bending her over my knee for being a bitch earlier.
God, that creamy brown skin and leaking cunt has my skin literally burning and my cock throbbing. The way she moaned with those little squeaks, breathless words and needy gasps made my heart flutter in my chest. Everything about her is delicious. Just thinking about her makes me want to stroke my cock.
She drives me fucking insane. The back and forth is making my head spin and I lean back in my chair, trying to calm my raging boner by not thinking arousing thoughts.
Like her. Screaming my name as I fill her to the brim and then past.
Fuck.
At this point, my pride has vanished and I take out my phone, asking if she got rid of him and if she's okay.
I try to run my fingers though my curls, but the shower from this morning combined with the sexual sweating I was doing earlier made my curls tighter so the action is for naught. Still, I want to pull my goddamn hair out imagining her with him.
I'm fine. Thank you for your concern.
Her answer provokes a laugh. I can't help it. She was just having a dirty work affair and now she's back to formalities? This woman really is a rubix cubes of sides.
Are you with your ex?
God no.
She answers quick and to the point and my heart pounds in my chest as I finally inhale. I must have been holding my breath. Fuck, no. I do NOT care about this fucking woman. She's just a stepping stone in the corporate ladder. I just need to fuck her first.
I cant get my mind off of what you did earlier.
She doesn't respond for so long I become agitated, doubting myself for sending that text. When the hell do I ever second-guess myself? Grabbing a pen, I tap it against the edge of my desk, the rhythmic sound loud and grating on my nerves. I don't stop, though. It's better than listening to myself think so goddamn much.
I'm sure you could if you tried a little harder, Steven.
I drop my pen on the floor the second my phone even begins to vibrate to respond.
Maybe next time I should have you do it in front of a mirror, so you understand how one does not just forget something as sexy as you fucking yourself.
I smirk, knowing I've changed the mood of the texting and excited for her answer.
I know, I'm pretty fucking incredible. Bet you wish you could say the same...
My smile fades. I haven't dealt with a brat in almost 5 years. I didn't know she had it in her, but of course, I'm learning more and more about her everyday.
What she's about to learn is that one does not brat against the universe. That goes for the proper noun too. No one gets away with it. Not on my watch.
Watch that mouth, little Maheswaren brat. Or there will be consequences to your actions.
And what the fuck are you going to do about it? You gonna spank me?
She surprises me. I really didn't think she had it in her. I knew I would have fun playing with Connie, but I didn't think it would be this much fun.
Keep talking like that and you'll fucking find out.
My mind wanders as I imagine her bent over, that pretty little ass on full display as I turn her cheeks red. The way her soft lips would part in a gasp, a groan and a curse of pain and pleasure... fuck.
I pick up my phone again, noting the pink hard light illuminating my muscles. All this reaction simply from her showing some backbone.
I'll believe it when I see it, Universe.
A chuckle escapes me. This girl. I hit the call button and turn to face the city out my window.
"Oh, you gonna try and make me submit over the phone?" she says in answer after picking up on the second to last ring. Making me wait, smart girl.
"Well aren't we brave all of a sudden?"
"You know what I want. I won't ask again. Come over tonight. I'll send you the address."
No pretense, no bullshit. She wants me. I want her.
And I'm going to have her.
"Give me an hour, tops," I say. She hangs up a spilt second before I'm done speaking and I pull the phone away from my ear, looking at it in shock. "You've gotta be fucking-- did she just...?"
The security at her building is like the security at the palace on Homeworld used to be. Blank, strictly professional and emotionless. I actually jump out of my skin when the combined voice and face matches to someone I used to know.
Her british tone is monotonous and her hair is stark black in some light, and dark brown in others. Full lips and an exceptionally curvy body is rivaled by the only think slightly more interesting.
Her unfazed heterochromiad blue and pink eyed stare makes me glance away. She's taller than me but normally that isn't an issue. I exude such power that most people immediatley submit to me, even if it's subconcious. However, this woman reminds me too closely of my old guard and that makes me too uneasy.
"You may head up," the doorwoman says after she hangs up the phone, still staring at me with little to no expression. I start to walk past her but she puts an arm out and blocks my way without even looking at me. "I need you to fill this out first, though."
She shoves a clipboard toward me with a check-in sheet attached to it. I grab the pen she offers and scribble out my name, impatient that I have to go through so many steps to get to Connie. I'm anxious. Dealing with a grumpy doorwoman won't spoil my mood, though.
I haven't realized it until just now, but I'm so hungry for her my eyes have changed color. I'm starting to get impatient.
Unbe-fucking-lievable.
The doorwoman leads me to the elevator, keying in a pass code with her back to me so I can't see it. Clinical bitch. The doors swoosh open and she inclines her head toward me. "Well, I'm sorry to keep you waiting, My-" she clears her throat. "Your highness. You can head up now, she's expecting you."
The moment the doors close I'm my jaw drops. Am I imagining shit? I have to be. Everything about that doorwoman screamed familiar. Her eyes. I've never known humans to have pink eyes (or eye) like that. And she was so distant, almost as if she were watching a tv screen, listening to music and playing a game all while existing in the real world. She looked distracted.
I glance up to see that the elevator has already stopped. Either this is a really fast elevator, or I was that deeply lost in my thoughts. Quickly though, all those thoughts fade and I'm at her door. She calls out for me to hold on and I resist the urge to call her less than gentlemanly things. Who's the one getting played here again?
Her?
Or me?
She peeks through the door as she opens it and smiles innocently.
"Hi." I take a step closer, her vanilla fragrance hitting me, making me inhale sharply. Damn, she smells so amazing. I wanna bury my head in her hair and neck and--. "You going to let me in?"
"Are you ready?"
I cock a brow. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
Her smile turns into something less than pure and my cock hardens painfully so. "I have a surprise for you."
"Really?" I'm resisting the urge to push through the door and take her now. "Quit teasing."
"I can show it to you now. If you'd like," she smirks, batting her eyes. Every time I think I've figured her out, there's something else.
I'm dying to go deeper, in more ways than one.
"Show me," I demand, my voice gruff, my patience thin. I've got to will my eyes from flickering.
Slowly she opens the door, revealing that she's ...
Completely naked.
My eyes turn dark pink, but I'm hoping she won't notice because fucking stars and diamonds.
"I just g-got out of the shower." She sounds nervous and her eyes keep darting away. All that bravado is gone, and now she's a deer in the headlights. "And since you got here a bit earlier than expected I figured it'd be a waste to try and put on something just to have it on the floor later."
"What a smart girl," I push my way in and lock the door. She gives me one inviting look and my hand is around her throat and she's pinned against the wall.
She's so pretty like this, her tits perked up a bit more, her skin soft and damp from the shower, her curly brown hair still littered with droplets of water. Fuck, she looks like a goddess.
"Steven." She whimpers it like the name of God herself and my mouth is immediately on hers, searching her mouth and pressing my body into hers. I'm intoxicated and running my hand over her breast and fingering the nipple. She whines a little, pushing her tit into my hand more and I pinch her nipple until she groans and tosses her head to the side. I let go and she hums, trying to reach out and touch me. The second I realize what she's doing, I release her throat and grab both of her wrists.
"I shouldn't fuck you for the first time against the door." Instead of touching me with her hands, she leans forward and licks the nape of my neck. My willpower around this woman suffers heavy casualties every time she acts like this. Or is near me. "Oh stars, but I have a condom in my back pocket."
"Always prepared." The devious smile that flashes across her face as she locks eyes with me. "And maybe I want you to fuck me against the door." Stars. Does she know how much she fascinates me? I'm curious to see how she'll react when I take off my shirt and she sees me for who I really am.
Or was.
No, still am. I may class it up with a suit and tie every day and work an executive position where I make a shit ton of money I never thought I'd see in this lifetime, but I can't forget my roots. No matter how badly I want to.
"Take off your shirt," she whispers, her fingers wiggling above her head. "I want to feel your skin on mine."
Damn. Her words are driving me wild. I let go of her hands and she grabs at the hem of my shirt. "You ready for this?"
"What? How bad can it be? You have a third nipple or something?" She laughs, enjoying the tease, but I remain solemn, pressing my lower body against hers so I can pin her to the door, and slowly, I remove my shirt and toss it to the ground.
Revealing all of my tattoos, the scars underneath them...
and my gem.
She gasps.
OH MY FUCKING GOD IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE THIS IM SO TIREDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD XD. It's 2:17 in the morning and I'm considering maybe updating once a week on Wednesdays so there's more of a definite schedule and I don't have to keep my lovely people on their toes.
I hope you enjoyed, Juanifans!
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