“So let me get this straight,” Ginger says the next day over the phone. “You’ve gotten back together last night, but he got called away because of work and you haven’t seen him since then?”

The sheer incredulity in my friend’s tone has me swallowing back a giggle and I say, “Umm, yup. That’s about it.”

“Aaaargh.”

This time, Ginger’s frustration is too much, and I burst out laughing. “It’s not that bad,” I protest.

“It’s actually that bad,” my friend growls, “but you’re just too nice to think so.”

“He’s got an important job, Gin,” I explain loyally, “and I’d never want to stand in his way when it comes to work.”

“Like I said,” Ginger huffs. “You’re too nice.”

“I am going to see him tonight, though,” I point out. “In fact, I’m actually on my way to his place now.” And it’s true. Despite my vehement protests, Mr. X’s chauffeur was waiting for me outside the hospital when I clocked out, with strict instructions to take me to his employer’s home---

Which is even more luxurious than I expected, I think to myself a couple of minutes later. Mr. X’s home is the penthouse unit in a high-rise condominium. It’s a two-floor apartment with a live-in housekeeper, a fortyish, cheerful-looking woman who introduces herself as Julie.

“I’ve been given the day off by Dr. Blackmore,” Julie says hesitantly, “but perhaps if you have need of me---”

I shake my head hastily. “I can handle myself.” I give the housekeeper a reassuring smile, adding, “Please don’t worry about me.”

After Julie leaves, I fidget on my feet, wondering what to do. I suppose I could go explore, but somehow it doesn’t feel right when it’s my first time here and Mr. X isn’t around. In the end, I find myself heading towards the dining room, and pulling out one of the chairs, I take a seat and begin writing on my journal.

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1848h

Hello, Mr. X.

---

A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth at the first line, and I have to put my pen down for a moment because I just feel so giddy. Before leaving me last night, Mr. X had asked me to call him that.

Mr. X.

I had blinked at him in bemusement, asking why he’d want me to do so.

Because it’s kinky, he had whispered. And as my face had burned at his explanation, he had bitten my ear and said, So go ahead and give it a try. Say it out loud, sweetheart.

The memory sends a sensual shiver down my spine. Mr. X had been completely right, of course.

And Ginger, too, I think ruefully.

It had felt very kinky, calling him Mr. X out loud---

“Hello, Ms. X.”

I spun around in my chair with a gasp, and to my shock I find Mr. X standing right behind me, peering over my shoulder – at the opened pages of my Hobo.

Oh!

He chuckles as I hastily snap my journal close.

“Stop sneaking up on me,” I protest.

“Never,” he answers right away. “It’s too fun to give up.”

When he picks me up from the chair, I automatically wrap my arms around his neck, asking, “Where are you taking me?”

Mr. X smirks. “Where do you think?”

Oh. “J-just like that?” I ask weakly.

His eyes gleam as he says in a tone that’s a perfect imitation of my meek voice, “Yes, Anisia. Just like that.”

“But aren’t you tired from work?”

A wicked grin slashing his mouth, Mr. X drawls, “Lesson number one, my adorable innocent---”

I make a face at his words, knowing that adorable is just another word for naïve in this instance.

“No self-respecting man can ever be too tired to fuck.”

Oh.

“And I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a very long time.”

Ooooh.

“So be prepared, sweetheart. I intend to fuck you so damn hard, you won’t be able to make it to work tomorrow.”

My eyes widen.

“Or maybe for the rest of the week.”

“Excuse me?” I strange out, torn between shock and laughter.

“You heard me.” And then he kisses me hard, and I can no longer think. I simply surrender myself to his kiss, knowing that he’d take care of everything. The only time I open my eyes is when he’s laying me on his bed.

I study my surroundings as he pulls away. He has a beautiful bedroom, I think vaguely. But the thought fades as soon as I see Mr. X undressing himself.

Oh!

His body is beautifully hard all over, and I find myself gulping when I once again lay eyes on his massive erection. Knowing that any moment his thick hard cock will be stuffing my pussy has me wetting my lips in a mixture of fear and anticipation---

I hear Mr. X suck his breath, and my eyes fly to his face.

“You’re thinking naughty thoughts,” he says gutturally. “Aren’t you?”

I give him a small nod, and when he starts walking towards me, now completely nude, I can’t help but hold my breath---

One knee presses down on the bed, and the mattress dips under me.

Another moment passes, and then he’s looming over me, and his naked body feels so hot I can’t help but writhe---

“Tell me what you were thinking,” he invites thickly.

I shake my head.

“Tell me.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I mumble, “I was thinking of how big you were…and I was imagining…how it would feel, to have your cock stuff my pussy---”

He groans, and the sound is so sexual that I can’t help whimpering in response.

“You’re too fucking adorable,” he mutters against my lips. “How the fuck do you manage to be more adorable every minute?”

“I’m not…” But the words come out weak and breathless as I feel his fingers rapidly make short work of my clothes. In a blink of an eye, I’m as naked as he is, my clothes joining the rest of his on the carpeted floor.

A gasp breaks past my lips when Mr. X’s powerful form settles over me. He feels so deliciously heavy. It makes me feel dominated…and I love it.

When Mr. X’s lips start nibbling mine, I close my eyes and curl my arms around his neck, willingly losing myself into his passion. I moan as his mouth moves down and starts sucking on my neck, and my moans become louder when his lips latch on to my breasts, one nipple at a time.

His mouth descends further, and I tense when I feel his lips grazing the mound between my legs.

He starts to pry my thighs open, but I find myself instinctively resisting for some reason.

“Trust me, sweetheart.” Mr. X’s voice is soft and gentle, and slowly, the tension gripping my limbs fade and I’m able to part my legs willingly under his hands.

He strokes my folds with three fingers, his movements lazy, and moisture starts to pool between my thighs.

My head begins to toss against the pillows, and I choke out, “P-please.”

“Tell me what you want,” Mr. X purrs, “and I’ll give it to you.”

My hands curling into fists against the silk covers, I gasp, “I w-want more.”

“My fingers then?”

I’ve barely finished nodding when I feel Mr. X thrust one finger steadily inside of me, and he doesn’t stop until he’s knuckle-deep.

And then he starts thrusting his finger in and out, and I whimper.

It feels so good!

Soon, another finger goes inside of me, and the feeling of pleasure increases. When he starts shoving his fingers faster and faster, I start to pant, and my body starts to twist restlessly under him.

A ball of pleasure starts to form inside of me, tightening and tightening, and I cry out, knowing I’m so close---

Sensing my impending orgasm, Mr. X lowers his head and licks my clitoris, all the while shoving his fingers in and out of me.

It’s more than enough, and I scream as I come, the strength of my orgasm taking me by surprise. Pleasure seems to pummel me from all sides, and all I can do is just take everything in, panting and gasping, my body arching under him.

I dimly feel Mr. X moving, his fingers withdrawing from my pussy and his hands coming to grip my thighs.

My legs once again fall wide open under the pressure of his hold, and when I open my eyes, I see Mr. X gazing down at me, his look possessive.

“I’m going to make you mine now, Anisia.”

I can only nod, wanting so very much to be his.

Positioning himself above me, Mr. X gradually thrusts his cock inside of me, and I feel the folds of my pussy stretching wide open as I take more and more of his erection.

So this is what it feels like, I think dazedly, to have a cock take over my pussy.

It does feel like I’m being stuffed, but it also feels like I’m being exposed – in a good way.

Mr. X pushes deeper, and I bite my lip when I feel something start to tear.

“Anisia, look at me.”

Distracted by the command, I raise my gaze to his but before I can say anything Mr. X completes his possession by driving deep, the last inches of his cock disappearing into my pussy.

Aaaaaah. The cry is wrenched out of me, more from surprise than hurt.

Mr. X tenses above me. “Does it hurt?” he bites out.

I swallow hard, saying shakily, “J-just a bit.” My hands curl around his shoulders, and the muscles bunch under my hold.

Several moments pass, and only when my body starts to soften that Mr. X’s hands delve under my body to clutch the cheeks of my bottom. “I’m going to move now, sweetheart.”

He starts with slow, careful strokes, giving me time to adjust, but as soon as he feels my hips start to move under him, he increases the speed of his thrusts, faster and faster until I literally have to cling to him lest I get swept off the bed.

Our bodies begin to rock against each other, hard and wild, and with every thrust I feel like more and more of my sanity is being driven out of my mind, leaving me with nothing but pure sensation.

My nails start to claw his back, but this only makes Mr. X cover my lips in an exquisitely violent kiss, his tongue driving hard inside my mouth. When I bite his shoulder, Mr. X growls---

And then he’s rising to his knees, and before I know what he’s planning, he’s flipped me to my stomach, pulled my bottom up in the air---

“Aaaaah!”

Mr. X starts fucking me doggie-style, and although the position feels unnatural, it also allows him to shove his cock deeper inside of me, and oh God – does it make me a slut if I say that I love it even more this way?

He slaps my butt, growling, “I want to hear you scream my name, Anisia.”

Another slap, and Mr. X grates out, “Tell me how I’m making you feel.”

A third slap---

And I cry out, “You make me feel good.”

“Who,” Mr. X rasps, “is making you feel good?”

“You,” I choke out even as I wriggle my butt so I can take more of his cock in. “You’re making me feel good, Mr. X. Your cock is making me feel good---”

And as if to reward me, Mr. X pounds into me harder and faster.

Oh God, so, so good.

“More,” I beg of him. “More, Mr. X, please---”

And he does give me more, pounding into me over and over until I start seeing stars, and I begin to break---

One of his arms wrap around me, reaching for my pussy, and as his cock shoves back inside of me balls-deep, his fingers pinch my clit hard---

And it’s all over.

I scream, creamy wetness gushing out of me, and moments later Mr. X growls out my name just before shooting his load into me.

His hips pound against mine as his cock fills me with his hot, sticky cum, and I fall limply against the bed, my bottom still shaking up in the air as he fills my pussy to the brim.

My consciousness begins to fade as the waves of pleasure soften and start to die down. The next time I open my eyes, an indefinite amount of time has passed, and I find myself lying on new sheets, and my body feels clean and freshly bathed.

Mr. X is lying on his side, facing me.

“How do you feel?” he asks quietly.

Not knowing how to answer, I say uncertainly, “G-good?” Actually, I feel fantastic, but I’m not sure I should say the words until---

Mr. X’s lips tighten. “Just good?”

Aghast at the possibility that I might have unintentionally damned him with faint praise, I correct myself right away, exclaiming, “I mean, fantastic.” When his stoic expression doesn’t change, I panic and start babbling. “You’re fantastic. Your, umm, cock is fantastic, and, umm---”

And then I notice something, and I frown.

The way his lips are compressed together…makes it seem like he’s trying hard to suppress his laughter.

My eyes widen. “You---”

A second later, and Mr. X’s broad shoulders are rocking with silent mirth. “My cock is fantastic?”

“You---you---!” I punch his shoulders as hard as I can. “You’re such a douche!”

Still laughing silently, he hauls me close and presses a kiss to my forehead, murmuring, “Yes, I am. But only to you, my adorable Anisia, and you know why that’s so?”

“No,” I mutter against his chest, “and I don’t want to know because I’m sure it’s just going to be another stupid punch line or another joke at my expense---”

“And you’re absolutely right.” I feel him grin over my head. “This is how I’ll always be to you, sweetheart,” he whispers to my ear, “because you’re different from the rest, and that’s how you want it to be, don’t you?”

The words make my toe curl hard even as I’m torn between frustration and infatuation. This man is absolutely irredeemable!

And as if he’s heard my thoughts and is inclined to prove me right, Mr. X drawls, “Speaking of being different…”

I tense as his hands run over my naked body---

“Mr. X?”

As he flips me on my stomach, he whispers, “Do you know that I’ve never tried anal with any other woman?”

Oh. My. God.