My plans end up changing.

I order the gifts for my parents online and had them ship it to their home. Since the flights were clear to go, but Scarlett was unsure how long that would last for, she and Collin decide to depart the next morning.

I stare at the empty apartment the next afternoon, a little unsure of what to do now.

The plan with Steven hadn’t even been talked out and I stand in my apartment, staring at the house-phone in my hand.

For a businessman, he sure wasn’t organized.

Sitting on the couch, I dangle my legs from the back, head on the cushion.

“Should I call him and ask?” I wonder, aloud.

My eyes flew to the wall clock. It was just shy of four.

He had mentioned how busy he might be since the offices were open just for a few more days.

I didn’t want to be a bother, but I needed to know what the plan was.

Sighing, I dial his number.

“Hello,” His voice is cold, making me blink.

“Steven?” I say his name, hesitantly.

The coldness vanishes as if it had never been there. His voice is suddenly infused with warmth and, if I wasn’t mistaken, delight, “Abby. I wasn’t expecting you to call.”

I couldn’t help but smile, “Yeah. I wanted to know what the plan was for tomorrow. Is Aaron still coming with me for my Christmas shopping?”

“Yes. I’m going to send a car to pick the two of you up.”

“Oh. That sounds nice,” I finish lamely.

Not wanting to keep the phone down, I ask, “So, uh, what were you doing?”

I hear his decadent chuckle, “Well, I was standing outside your building, wondering if you were free right now.”

My heart stills and I sit up, forgetting my position and sliding on to the floor with a large thump, “Ow!”

Alarm in his voice now, “Abby! Abby are you okay?”

I rub the back of my head, wincing, “Yeah, no. I tripped and hit my head on the table. Nothing to –“

“I’m coming up!”

“Yeah, uh, you do that,” I say blankly to the dial tone.

He must have run upstairs because I hear the footsteps outside before he threw the door open and walks in, that beige trench coat of his concealing his fitted suit, making my blood heat up.

He was by my side within a heartbeat, cradling my head with gentle fingers.

“I’m fine,” I try to reassure him as I grope the couch for support so that I can stand.

His eyes narrow as he helps me to my feet and studies the distance of the couch from the edge of the table where my head had landed, “How did you manage to hit that?”

I look a little sheepish, “I was sitting upside down.”

Seeing the interest peak in his eyes, I roll my eyes, “I’m not demonstrating it to you.”

He grins, tucking his hands in the pockets of his pants, “Pity.”

“How did you get in? I thought I locked the door.” I look around at the door, curiously.

“It was open.”

“Oh, yeah. Scarlett forgot her keys.”

“Where is she?” Steven asks, and I rub my head, wincing.

“She left for her trip early today. She didn’t want to be stuck here in case another blizzard hit.”

Steven raises his brow, “So, we’re alone?”

I take a step back, warily, “Why?”

I watch him shrug off his trench coat and I bite my bottom lip at seeing his form in that black suit.

God, I had no idea I had such a suit fetish.

“I-I have to lock the door.”

His gray eyes follow me to the door and I feel him behind me before he wraps his arms on either side of my head, effectively caging me in.

Feeling thrill spike through me, I turn around and without hesitating, I stand up on my tiptoes and brush my lips against his.

Once. Twice.

He seemed surprised at my taking the initiative and then he studies me from under his hooded eyelashes, before leaning down and capturing my mouth.

When my hands went to grab the lapels of his suit, he took each hand and pinned them against the door, his mouth still moving on mine, tasting, sipping, his soft wet tongue exploring the velvet confines of my mouth.

I gasp, my nipples hardening.

It was getting harder to breathe, but I was so caught up in the way his mouth was abusing mine, that I simply didn’t care. My moans are soft and helpless, his mouth felt so hot as it left wet burning trails over my skin.

My large sweater slipped from my shoulder, baring it and his eyes catch that. He abandons my swollen mouth to go pursue other avenues. As he trails wet kisses all over my neck and shoulder, delivering small stinging bites over my delicate skin, I feel him move his legs, as he uses his legs to kick mine apart and steps in between them.

I didn’t even realize what he was doing till I felt his thigh in direct contact with my panty clad pussy. I wanted to rub against it like before, but I felt the bulge in his pants and my mouth watered.

I never wanted to go down on someone like I wanted to with him.

I wanted my mouth on him, to drive him wild, to remove that arrogant look on his face.

He was so engrossed in kissing me that he didn’t realize my intent before I slid my hands from his grip, going down on to my knees.

The look on his face was well worth it, as he realizes what I intended to do.

“Abby,” He breathes, and I bit my lip before looking up at him.

I lean forward, unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his pants. However, I didn’t take them off.

No, he was right when he said I had a submissive streak in me, but it was only for him. I wanted him to use me during sex, because a part of me trusted him.

I wanted to submit to him.

He grips my chin in his hands and forces me to look up at him.

I don’t know what he saw in my eyes, but his expression darkens, and he groans, “Oh, fuck, Abby.”

He didn’t remove his hand and there was a tinge of authority and darkness in his voice, as he murmurs, “If you want to stop, squeeze my leg.”

I couldn’t wait.

I took out his hardened cock and looked at it admiringly, “It’s so thick.”

“Hands on my thighs.” He orders, and I oblige.

He moves hips forward and I notice the pre-cum leaking from the bulbous head. He rubs it over my lips, prodding, asking me to open.

I open my mouth, and he slides his cock in.

It had a silky texture, and was hard, he slowly moves in and out of my mouth. It felt pleasant enough. But then he thrusts in, till his balls are nestled against my chin and his cock is hitting the back of my throat.

I gag but when he is about to pull away in concern, I dig my nails into his thighs, not squeezing, but refusing to let go.

He was such a generous lover. I would be damned if I didn’t give anything back.

He studies me, his jaw taut. I move my head forward, sucking him, lavishing his cock with my tongue.

He groans, and then thrusts into me again, this time the movement harsher but not enough to make me uncomfortable.

He was slowly getting me used to his speed.

It spoke a lot about this man’s control, the way he held himself in check.

I start moving my mouth back and forth, my tongue sucking on the head before moving to lick at the veins on his cock. I wasn’t very educated at this, but I made up for my lack of knowledge through sheer enthusiasm.

His movements were slow and steady, and when my eyes met his, his mouth trembled with desire, lines of strain around it.

“Abby?”

I understood the question for what it was, and I nod.

He lets out a shuddering breath before taking control of the blowjob. I held on for dear life as he fucked my mouth with precise control, his fingers tightening in my hair in a way that was enough to keep me in place but would let me escape if I needed to.

My gag reflex was in full motion as he used my tight throat to his advantage. I felt my panties get wetter and wetter at how he was using me, and at how amazing it felt to be the one bringing out that vulnerable expression on his face as he dangled on the edge.

My face was red as I couldn’t breathe, and my pussy kept clenching and unclenching, wanting to be fucked with the tool that was busy fucking my mouth.

The sounds coming from my mouth, as he showed no mercy and kept holding me in place, made my inner muscles quiver. Although, I was in control of the situation, I couldn’t help but be turned on by the fact that while he was using my mouth to get himself off, he was incredibly gentle about it. I hear him groan as he loses control momentarily and his hips move harshly in a thrust. Those gray eyes, dark with desire and helplessness, stare at mine as he fucks my mouth, and they push me over the edge. I moan into his mouth as I come in my panties.

After a few pumps, I feel him pull-out and command, his voice rough with desire, “Stick out your tongue, Abby.”

I obey him and his cum comes spurting out. I swallow it to the last drop, before reaching out to clean his cock with my mouth.

He was leaning against the door using his hands, and he stares down at me, reverence in his eyes.

We stare at each other, till he reaches down and uses his thumb to wipe my cheek clean. I close my eyes against the gentle sensation, my clit still humming from the way I had fiercely orgasmed in my panties.

Even now his suit was not wrinkled in the least, and I felt my pussy clench.

I should have felt embarrassed, but I wasn’t.

He lifted me up and then sealed my mouth with his, not caring that he was tasting his own cum on my tongue. Another kiss, a gentler one, and he murmurs against my mouth, “Thank you.”

He was thanking me like I had just given him a gift.

I look up at him and then cry out, when he very neatly slides the bottom of my panties to one side with his fingers and slides two fingers into my pussy.

I was against the door and his face was directly in front of me, his eyes assessing my every reaction. My chest heaves as his fingers quickly find my G-spot and keep brushing it.

“I can’t believe you came from sucking my cock, Abby. Such a dirty girl.”

I moan at his words, feeling the way his fingers twisted inside my pussy, keeping me at the edge of oblivion, his sinful voice murmuring into my ear.

“Maybe I should get you a cushion for under my desk. You can suck my cock any time you want. I can even get one of those little toys that I can stuff inside your pussy. How would you like that?”

I tremble, my mouth open as I try to draw in enough air as he uses his fingers on me, driving me wild.

“Say my name. Beg me. And I might let you come.” He promises, his voice rough and low as he bites my earlobe hard.

“S-Steven! Steven, please!”

“Please what?” He teases me, clearly enjoying himself.

I couldn’t think with his fingers grazing inside me, his thumb pressing circles around my throbbing clit.

I sob out, “Please, let me cum!”

“Good girl.”

His fingers thrust inside so hard that I lost all reason and just came, wildly bucking my hips, sobbing out his name. He kept pumping till he had drawn everything he could out of me and I was limp in his arms with exhaustion.

However, he was far from being done with me.

He rips off the sweater from my frame and my panties follow. He drags me over to the arm of the sofa where he bends me over, his hand holding me face down, my ass in the air, and I can feel his hardened cock probe me before he inserts it into my dripping pussy in a rough thrust.

I scream out as all my nerve endings are set ablaze and I see white.

He didn’t care that I had just cum again. He bunched up my hair in one hand and pulled my head back in a dominant move, forcing me to adjust my body to his in a way that had me moan his name over and over again in a broken chant, needing what only he could give me.

He wasn’t delicate.

He wasn’t gentle.

We were both on edge and he jackhammered his cock into me at a such a harsh pace that I could only lay there as he drew out both our orgasms. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t function. I could only feel his cock moving in and out of me. I could feel the way his hands twisted and pulled at my nipples giving me that hint of pain with the pleasure, that I had become addicted to.

I could feel his trousers rubbing against my ass each time he moved forward and when he abandons my nipple to flick my clit, I scream out his name, forcing him to clasp his hand around my mouth.

I feel his hot cum enter me and my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, before he pulls me up, his voice hoarse, “Can you stand up?”

I mumble a response as he helps me stand.

I look at his dazed expression and feel my lower lip tremble before I started laughing, and then groaning when my lower body aches with all the activity that had just taken place. I lean against him and just kept giggling, forcing a chuckle out of him.

“Stop making me laugh!” He covers my mouth, but I escape his hold.

“You look like you just went through the grinder.”

He gives me an affectionate look mixed with exasperation, “Well, what do you expect? I can’t seem to keep my hands off you and you don’t exactly help when you turn into a sex-kitten.”

I couldn’t contain my mirth, and holding his hand, I drag him to the bathroom, so we could clean up. He follows, smiling unwillingly, “I thought I could keep you chained to my side by making you a sex-addict. You turned the tables on me.”

I help him strip his clothes and as I untie his tie, I confess, “Seeing you in a suit drives me crazy.”

Leaning over, I stand on tiptoe and whisper in his ear, “We might actually have to invest in that special pillow you mentioned.”

When he groans and makes a grab at me, a warning in his tone, “Abby,” I dance out of his reach and close him in the bathroom, “Take a shower. You have ten minutes.”