AN: Sorry Wattpad made me take down the glorious pic I had up. 

I look at my phone and see that it's 4:19pm, we really had an early dinner which is fine because I have plenty of leftovers to eat later.
We pull up to my apartment and he walks me up to my door. Mr. M still has the bulge in his pants but I think that he's so mad that he doesn't care if anyone sees it. I'm still hot for him but I have adult responsibilities that overrule basic lust. Sigh.

I quickly kiss him on the cheek and start the ritual after-date conclusion.

"Well I had a great time. Thank you so much for this weekend-"

Mr. M looks down at me like I've lost my mind and cuts off my speech-"What are you doing?"

"I'm saying goodbye."Duh...

"The day isn't over yet." He's still heated, I can tell from his eyes which seem to trap me every time. 'Focus Phoebe!'

"You're right, but I have to go into work at 5 so this is goodbye."

Mr. M scoffs, takes my keys, opens my door, and drags me into my apartment.

I quickly turn around to close the door and lock it, I then look around for Mr. M but it's like he disappeared. I slowly place my belongings on the kitchen counter then I walk around. I have a one bedroom apartment so if he's not in my small living room then he's in my bedroom. I was right yet I was still surprised by what I found.

As soon as I walk in, Mr. M is on me. His lips consume mine and instantly my body wraps around him. My arms go around his neck and his hands boost me up so that my legs go around his waist. He walks us over to my bedroom door, closes it, and then pushes me hard into the wood.

Mr. M stops the kiss and growls against my lips, "Call out." He then bites my bottom lip and I instantly respond with my lips attacking his.

'Wait, what did he just say? And why do I feel like I'm forgetting something? Mmmm his lips are nice. What would he do if I told him to kiss me everywhere? Too bad I have to go to work....WORK! That's what I'm forgetting!'

I push Mr. M's chest- hard. I don't think about the fact that my legs are wrapped around the mans waist. As he goes back, my legs go with him but my torso now has nothing to hold it up as gravity pulls me down. I only make it worse when i unwrap my legs on instinct, now I have nothing keeping me up at all. So i fall on my ass- at least it's not my head.

Mr. M's hand appears in front of me and I grab onto it.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He seems amused, I'm not.

"I have to go to work!" I look at my beside clock and it reads 4:38pm. Shit. "Can you take me? I know it's inconvenient but I mean you're staying there anyway-" I'm stopped by Mr. M''s rough kiss. It stops my brain from making plans for work, my legs from walking away, but it sure as shit activates my reproductive organs.

He stops the kiss and leans away from me, I'm so far gone that I lean forward to start the kiss again.

"Call out." He says again. This time I understand what he's saying and I jump back from him.

"No.! I need to work. That's how I support myself." I cross my arms and look at him stubbornly. This arguing is going to make me late, I've never been late to work. I try to run for my bathroom to wash up but Mr. M grabs me.

"The money I've given you should more than cover up one of your shifts, wouldn't you agree?" He lets go of my arm and walks over to sit on my bed. It's then I realize that Mr. M has nothing but boxer briefs on. Yum.

He's right of course. I totally forgot about the money he's given me for my "companionship" this weekend. My strict feminist upbringing wants to be offended but then I remember that I initiated first physical contact and I feel no shame for doing so.

"I have to call someone to cover for me." I mutter to him. I go to the kitchen to grab my phone and see that it's nearly dead. With a sigh I head back into my room while calling the first person who I know can cover the shift, but it's going to cost me.

I lay down on the side of my bed closest to my charger while I plug in my phone. There's a pinging sound alerting me that the connection was made and that my phone is now charging. She doesn't answer the call but I'm not surprised. Rachel never answers the first call because if it's important enough, she knows that you'll call again.

While I start the second call, Mr. M grabs my legs and drags me over to him- phone still in hand. I honestly forgot that he was here, he was so quiet.

"Take off your dress." His voice is deeper than before. I look at him stunned. 'What's gotten to him?'

She picks up on the fourth ring while Mr. M and I are having a stare off. "What Phoebe?" she sounds annoyed but I know she's really not.

"Take it off." Mr. M doesn't whisper, actually his voice sounds louder.

"What?" Rachel heard him.

"Nothing!" I screech to her and try to move away from Mr. M but he's not letting me. "I'm on the phone." I hiss but he doesn't care. "Hey Rachel! I need a huge favor."

"Ugh. You only want me for favors! Why can't you ever call just to check up on me? I mean-" Rachel is a pro at bitching.

Mr. M growls and I know that if he repeats himself again, he'll yell. I quickly take the dress off and throw it off my bed. Now I'm only in my bra- that's it- I keep forgetting that Mr. M took my underwear. He lets me scoot away from him this time and now I rest my head on my pillow with my phone in hand.

"-Apparently I'm never loved for my personality, everyone just wants me for my body-" Rachel is still on her bitching rampage. I cut her short because I don't feel like listening to it.

"I need you to take my shiIFFTT!" I yell the last part because suddenly Mr. M's body is on top of mine. He's kissing my neck and I can feel his erection in between my legs. The only thing blocking the way from penetration are his boxer briefs. Fuck.

"You alright girl?" Rachel asks concerned. Only on rare occasions do I ever ask her to cover for me.

"Yeah." I sound breathless but Mr. M took off my strapless bra and is now sucking my nipples. "I NEED you to do this for me." I struggle with my moans but some make it through my clenched teeth.

"Well it's going to cost you. Do you know how late this is, what if I have plans?" Rachel tries to sound high and mighty but we both know that on Sundays, she visits her grandmother- that's it.

I take a sharp intake of breath in because Mr. M has traveled down to my vagina and has taken my clit hostage. He smirks up at me and then I know that this is his punishment.

"You don't." I growl at her. "Tell me what you want." My eyes roll to the back of my head as soon as Mr. M inserts a finger, damn I'm hot for this man, I groan and swirl my hips around. He adds in another finger and they start their relentless pace and I then know that I'm fighting a losing battle. I need to get her off of this phone- FAST.

"Take my Monday lunch shift." It's the worst shift in the world with no real tips, no actual people, and we have to do inventory.

"I can't, I have class." It's true. Mr. M is kissing up and down my body while his fingers keep up their pace.

"Ugh." is Rachel's reply. She would never demand that I forsake my education.

It's getting harder and harder to not move or make any noise to tip her off as to what's happening on my end, I need to sacrifice my happiness.

"I'll take your Saturday and Sunday Morning shifts if you take my Saturday night." Mr. M is now sucking on my clit and it's driving me wild. I feel my body building up for my climax and I'm going to be loud whether she's on the phone or not. 

"Deal!" Rachel screeches and immediately hangs up the phone so I can't change my mind. We both know that my words are now set in stone.

"Fuck!" I scream at Mr. M. The moans I held in are now spewing out of my mouth. He kisses his way back up my body, once he's at my neck I grab his face and kiss him deeply.

He's slightly shocked, I can tell because his fingers stop for a second, but he recuperates fast and they continue.

"You should've stayed on the phone with her longer." His voice is so husky, it takes me a minute to understand his words.

"Was that your revenge?" I ask. 'Please say no. I kind of enjoyed that.'

Suddenly Mr. M's fingers stop and he sits up on his knees.

"Oh, that wasn't even close."

AN: I was going to stop here but since I'm on a roll..... Plus I'm so over this weekend. 

Mr. M gets up from my bed and walks out into my bathroom. I'm laying here in shock.

'That's it? He's going to leave me here horny without a release?' I get up from my bed livid. 'Didn't I tell him that I hate to be teased?'

I meet him halfway and he has the tie from my robe in his hands.

"Get back on that bed." He sounds angry that I got up. We glare into each others eyes but then his eyebrow quirks up and his head tilts to the side. "Or am I going to have to make you get back on? Your choice."

I roll my eyes at him but sit on the edge of my bed. I cross my arms at him to show that I'm upset. "I don't like being teased."

"And I don't like getting hand jobs in the middle of restaurants." He counters.

"Could've fooled me." I smirk at him.

"Go lay down on the pillows." His voice turns to steel.

I do as instructed but I'm still smirking at him. He takes both of my hands and ties them to my headboard.

The knots he's created are tight but they give me a bit of wiggle room. After Mr. M is done, he gets on top of me and then starts nuzzling my neck before his lips find mine.
We stay like this for some time before he gets up and leaves the room.

'What the hell is up with him and leaving!?' Before I can start cursing his entire lineage, Mr. M returns with a bowl filled with things that I can't see, he gets back in bed placing the bowl on my nightstand. His lips find mine again and then I'm lost, until I feel something cold where cold things aren't allowed to be. I shriek and try to move away from it.

"I think that it's time for you to cool down." Mr. M smiles against my lips and brings up his hand that's holding a piece of ice.

He slides it up and down both sides of my neck with his tongue following after it. He then moves down to my breasts. My already hard nipples get taunt from the cold ice which makes them easy targets for him to roughly suck on. He continues the cold/hot process all over my body, if one ice cube melted down to nothing- he simply took another one from the bowl.

By the time Mr. M reaches my vagina- I'm soaked and I didn't even realize it beforehand. My body feels like liquid fire. Even though technically the ice is supposed to help me out, it does the opposite. Mr. M smiles at my readiness and my wrists are a bit raw from my constant squirming. Note to self: buy silkier robes just in case I get tied up like this in the future, cotton may be cheaper but it sucks when your skin constantly rubs against it.

"Be a good girl and lay on your stomach for me." Mr. M purrs, I do so immediately. Surely he'll stop this torture.

He doesn't.

Mr. M pulls my body up so that I'm on my knees, then i feel ice on the insides of my thighs. I yelp but he doesn't stop. The heat from his tongue chases away the cold.

Mr. M pauses for a second and then i feel his tongue licking up to my clit. I nearly convulse, it feels so good and then he inserts his fingers again.

"Yeeesssssssss." My throat is so tight that I'm not even sure that I'm pronouncing the word right.

After a short time, or that's what it feels like to me, Mr. M tells me to lie back down. I refuse.

"Please....... I can't take anymore....." I plead. I need this man, I may be a virgin but in this moment my brain is attuned to my bodies needs and both are on the same page. We. Need. Orgasm.

"Giving up already?" He doesn't even sound winded.

"Please." I beg.

Then I feel something heavenly rubbing against me. It soon gets lubricated and it rubs me faster and faster. The friction is great but I need him INSIDE me.

"Please." I beg again. I'm anxious for a second that he's going to make me say what I want out loud but then i feel the tip of his penis. I push my ass back so for it to slide in but......

Then it's gone. 'NO!'

"I will not fuck you Phoebe but you will orgasm." Mr. M's voice is husky. I want to cry, this is way worst than what I did.

Mr. M slides his body under mine and I'm straddling him. He grabs hold of my hips so that I'm sliding up and down his erection without penetration. Basically he has me dry humping him without either of us having clothes on. I throw my head back in ecstasy and my tied up hands grab onto the headboard. I get tired easily but I keep going because I feel so close. I can tell that Mr. M is too because his grip on my hips gets tighter. 

Suddenly I feel the tip of Mr. M's penis pushing inside me and I'm lost. I scream out and I hear Mr. M grunt underneath me. I feel a warm liquid spewing on my vagina and on the inside of my thighs but I'm not really focused on it.

I collapse onto Mr. M's chest breathing hard. He immediately unties my hands then he kisses my raw wrists. Neither of us has the breath to say anything but we do share a few short kisses.

I really hated the foreplay but the orgasm was astronomical.

I fall asleep on his warm chest exhausted.

AN: I'm sorry for the super late update.  As soon as I set the days, my procrastination kicked in smh. Hopefully y'all liked it.! Finally we are done with the never ending weekend! :D

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