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rukia-writes · 4 years

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✨S. Daddy! Eren Kruger x College student reader(AU)(Part 4)✨

✨ Rated: M ✨

Kruger as always was the first to be up in the morning, he was used to it because of his job. Making himself a cup of coffee he sat in the kitchen waiting for coffee to be done until his phone vibrated on the kitchen island.

Looking at his phone screen he sees that it was Hanji Zoe calling him, but he didn’t answer the phone call.

Usually anytime Hanji called it was a signal someone had called out and the position needed to be filled.

At least that is what he thought Hanji was calling him for.

It was his day off and he didn’t want to go to work today.

That’s when he receives a text message from another one of his colleagues saying:

“Word around the company says you got girlfriend Kruger.”

It was Levi Ackerman.

Another person he went to college with. Sighing Kruger texts back:

“She’s just a friend.”

A few moments later Levi responded with:

“That’s not what Erwin said. Also I saw you two in the parking lot.”

Kruger softly cussed as he thought no one was around but Levi was stealthy.

“I see no one can mind their business.”

Another text message came through this time, it was Hanji saying, “ I hear you have a pretty young thang now 👀 I see you Kruger.”

Kruger inhaled and exhaled as he read hanj’s text message, this was one reason why he didn’t want (Name) to come to his work. Kruger responded with, “she’s just a pretty friend Hanji.”

That was a dumb response.

Kruger admitted that response was horrible, but that was all he could think of as he then sees (Name) walk in the kitchen rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“What are you doing up so early?”

“You weren’t in bed.”

“Oh? You need me in bed to sleep now?”

Kruger teased (Name) as she sits beside him on the tall stool, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.

“It certainly helps.”

Kruger hears the coffee machine beep, signaling of course that it was done. Getting up, Kruger pours his coffee all the while figuring now would be an opportune time...

“By the way, how long will you working as a bar tender?”

(Name) blinked a few times, thinking to herself that she hadn’t thought about it.

When she would quit.

“..I don’t know. Why do you ask?”

“..I’m not going to tell you what to do. But, if you want to quit and just solely focus on your studies you can. You can live here, and I’ll provide for you. But that’s your decision, I’m just putting it on the table.”

Kruger states as he sits back on the stool, sitting his coffee down on the counter only to be hugged tightly around his waist by (Name). A look of surprise etched on Kruger’s face as he sees that smile that he likes so much on (Name)’s face.

“That would be great! If that okay with you it is for me.”

Kruger smirks as he kisses (Name)’s cheek making her smile and hug him tightly.

“It’s fine with me just.. stop hugging me so tightly.”

“Sorry. I’m just so happy...”

(Name) goes on and on as Kruger simply had his coffee, admitting to himself to once more that seeing (Name) happy made him happy. It was as if he couldn’t make her happy then he failed somehow, in some way.

“You’re really spoiling me ya know.”

“What? No, I’m not..Maybe just a little.”

Kruger scratches his head as he denied (Name)’s words but the more he thought about it the more she was right. Now (Name) was sitting in his lap with Kruger’s arms wrapped around her waist.

“I say a you spoil me a whole lot..I think we should-“

Kruger’s phone vibrated once again seeing that now it was from the CEO Darius Zackly calling him.

Sighing he had to take the phone call, with that he answered the phone hoping he wouldn’t be on the phone long. (Name) decided to hold off on her suggestion until later, she wanted a perfect opportunity to ask Kruger.

(Name) then sees Kruger get a confused look as he was on the phone with his boss, the boss. That’s when she feels Kruger’s left hand on her breast, caressing it slowly.

(Name) held in a moan as Kruger steadied talked with his boss about an upcoming project, Kruger wasn’t too happy and (Name) could tell as Kruger’s groping was getting more sensual as his hand was now inside her shirt and caressing her breast. With no bra on it was easy for Kruger to get what he wanted.

(Name) must’ve figured Kruger was being called in for work, although it wasn’t the most important thing on her mind right now as she was getting excited by Kruger’s touch.

“Kruger..”

(Name) whispered as Kruger kept talking on the phone, now rubbing her nipple between his index finger and thumb earning a moan from (Name).

A weakness Kruger often exploited.

“No problem, I’ll keep the date in mind.”

The coffee machine dinged signaling it was done, pointing to the coffee machine (Name) whispered, “I’ll get you some coffee.” Kruger didn’t really care for the coffee right now. Kruger knew (Name) didn’t like to be teased, but he liked teasing her so that’s what he was going to do while on the phone. The six foot two male simply mouthed a “Not Yet.”

(Name) then straddles Kruger’s waist, facing the man who was getting her hot and bothered. Kissing Kruger’s neck knowing that’s what always got the man going.

It was certainly effective.

Kruger lightly pulled on (Name)’s hair stopping the kisses that (Name) was giving to Kruger’s neck.

“I’ll look into it sir.”

Kruger ended the phone call and that was that.

(Name) had the sheets wrapped around her naked body as Kruger catches his breath while laying down. Both were breathing slightly heavy as the two had just finished some toe curling sex again.

(Name) then tries to put her arm on Kruger’s chest,to cuddle after all, although the man ignores her advance to get out of bed.

“I’ll be back.”

“...Where are you going? Don’t you have the day off?”

(Name) pushed her disappointment to the side hoping Kruger wasn’t really going to leave after what just happened between them.

“I do have the day off, but there is somewhere I have to be.”

“Somewhere you have to be? Is it work related?”

“...Sort of.”

Was all Kruger said as he gets dressed while in a not so joyous mood.

“Well..Can I come too?”

“No.”

(Name) sits up and watches Kruger get dressed, that six pack Kruger had was doing something for her again. Although, she wasn’t going to take his attitude.

“What’s your problem?”

“I don’t have a problem.”

(Name) sighs slightly as she then decided she would ask again.

“Well, where are you going?”

“(Name), seriously? I don’t have to tell you everything.”

Kruger responded quickly in a exasperated tone, obviously from all the questions. (Name) was so confused usually Kruger was in a “good mood” after having sex. This was definitely not like him.

“When will you be back?”

“Depending how things go, probably not until tonight. I’m thinking I’ll have some work to do at the office afterward.”

“...So you’re going somewhere work related?”

(Name) asked Kruger but Kruger just buttoned his shirt not answering (Name)’s question at all. Eventually, Kruger left leaving in his room alone.

(Name) only wanted to cuddle with the man for a few minutes. Come to think of it, Kruger never cuddled with her. A thought that ran across her mind just now.

Perhaps...

(Name) was falling in love.

(Name) thought to herself that she wanted to be more than just a sugar baby. She wanted to be with Kruger, she wanted to be his woman.

That’s when she got an uneasy feeling.

Maybe Kruger wasn’t getting any feelings for her. Maybe he just saw her as a sugar baby and not as (Name).

Late that evening, (Name) went shopping with Kruger’s mother who was asking a lot of questions.

Where did you get that purse?

Where did you get that car?

How did you get that?

To which she had to make an excuse for, after all Kruger wanted the relationship to be a secret.

(Name) was still confused as to why Kruger was in the mood that he was in. Well, since (Name) figured maybe she could give him a small gift to cheer him up.

So that is what she did.

(Name) bought Kruger’s favorite brand of cigarettes, surely he was running low.

“(Name), my son isn’t answering his cell. Do you think you could run to his work again and give him this gift its from me.”

Kruger’s mother handed (Name) a small red box.

“I would do it but as you know christmas is coming and I have way to much stuff to do before the whole family comes down.”

Whole family?

Is that why Kruger was in a mood?

“Sure, I’ll take it to him.”

“Thank you sweetie. Now be off so I can get you a present.”

(Name) was taken back that Kruger’s mother was going to give her a present after just meeting her.

“You don’t have to do that-”

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do little lady. Now be off so I can finish my shopping.”

(Name) sees her wave good bye as she went deeper into the mall to find presents for her family and (Name).

(Name) had admit that it made her day that Kruger’s mother was so nice.

Damn it.

(Name) was lost again.

This building didn’t need to be so big (Name) thought to herself,turning the corner she saw a really big lounge area with Televisions, snack machines, a couple of food stands, etc.

That’s when she saw him.

The man named Erwin smith that she meet the other day, quickly walking towards the man who was talking with a shorter man that (Name) didn’t know she waves at him with a smile on her face to which he noticed and returned her smile.

“Hey (Name), how’s it going?”

“Its going okay, I’m just a little lost...again.”

(Name) shyly spoke to Erwin who was in a suit and tie, (Name) had to admit he was charming and nice to look at. Very nice to look at.

“I see. I told Kruger to give you a tour. When the company had built three buildings side by side, it get confusing. Anyways, I’ll take you to his office.”

“Kruger? Kruger’s office is on the other side of the building.”

The shorter man spoke making (Name) curse herself knowing she had to walk all the way back across the complex to get to Kruger.

“It’ll be fine. I know a better way, I’ll be back Levi.”

“Don’t bother, I’m going home. I’m tired.”

With that the man (Name) now knew to be Levi pulled out his phone to look at something, Erwin taps lightly on (Name)’s shoulder.

“I’ll show you his office (Name).”

Levi stops what he was doing on his phone and (Name) looks at up and down.

“(Name)? So you’re Kruger’s girl?”

“Levi.They’re just friends.”

Erwin tried to smooth things over from Levi’s offset comment, (Name) nodded her head in agreement to Erwin.

“Yeah, Kruger and I are just friends.”

“So you’re not seeing each other?”

“No.”

(Name) lied to the short man who had an intimidating stare at first but then his gaze softens and he puts his phone back in his pocket.

“Okay. Well, I’ll walk you to his office too. Erwin might get lost.”

“I never get lost Levi.”

“Whatever. Anyways, if you haven’t caught on my name is Levi. I’m in charge of administration.”

“It’s nice to meet you Levi.”

The three of them head on the other side of the building talking, laughing at each other’s jokes. Just getting to know one another. Eventually, the three of them make it to the floor that Kruger worked on, finding out that Kruger from the receptionist that Kruger was in a meeting with the CEO. Deciding that it would be best to wait until Kruger got home to give him his present, (Name) apologizes for wasting Erwin and Levi’s time, although the two men shrugged it off and both offered to walk her down to her car. Once the two arrived in the parking lot Levi decided that it was time for him to go home so he waved bye to both Erwin and (Name).

Once at (Name)’s car Erwin was pretty impressed at the luxury car. Erwin smith opens and holds the car door open for (Name), a small smile graced her face as she walks in front of Erwin between him and the car.

“Drive safe.”

“Thank you I will. Thank you for helping me get around the place, that was nice of you.”

“No problem, Its easy to get lost sometimes in this place.”

(Name) nods in agreement as she was starts to wave good bye, but Erwin had another plan.

“Say, why don’t you give me your phone number so I can keep in touch with you?”

“...Sure. I don’t see the harm.”

With that the two exchanged numbers and saved it in their phones, that’s when they both hear a voice.

“Erwin, how are things?”

Erwin and (Name) look to see Darius Zackly standing next to a not so happy Kruger. (Name) could tell because it was the same exact look when Kruger told her that she came close to exposing their relationship.

“Hi...Kruger.”

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thadelightfulone · 6 years

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The ‘E’ Commandments: Velvet Rope (Date Night)

Use Me (Intro)

Daddy’s Rules

Sunset

Lose It

Calling On You

Summary: Erik wants to teach his girl some thangs…

Pairing: Erik x Black!OC

Genre: SMUT…build up, cool down…there is always some SMUT.

Warning: BDSM heavy…so if that is not your thing, there are plenty of other BP fics for you to read. Since the chapter names include the kink, please feel free to bypass any one that is not your speed. Unless you’re curious and want to learn a few things for yourself…in that case, ENJOY!!!

A/N: This is actually a two-part scene. I am releasing both parts back-to-back. ENJOY!!!

The doorbell dings as Erik enters the store. He breathes in deeply and lets it out slowly. He had not been here in almost a year. He remembers the exact moment he knew he was going back into hiding.

He met Imani at a bookstore. He was looking through some African literature, and he caught the subtle floral scent of her perfume pass by him. He put back the book he was looking at, turned out of the aisle and followed her towards the graduate study guides section. Standing at the end of the shelf, he took in her short 5’5 frame, shoulder-length brunette curls, and her abundance of curves from top to bottom wrapped like a gift in her maxi dress. He knew he had to have her.

She turned to give him a nasty look after noticing the 6’, chocolate brotha following her, his laughter rang out until he saw her hand reach into her purse, “I have pepper spray, and if you’re smart, you’ll walk away now.” He strides forward, stopping right in front of her. She quickly inhales taking in his deep brown eyes and handsome face up close.

“Do you really think that’s gonna stop me?” She watches as he looks her up and down with a smoldering look in his eyes. “I was just gonna ask you what you are studying for because I could probably help you out,” he steps back, “but I see you got it.” He gives her a two-fingered salute and turns to walk away. She releases her hold on the pepper spray and looks at the study guide in her hand. She has already failed this damn test twice and needs to get a decent score for acceptance into her grad program.

“Hey wait!” Erik stops but does not turn around. “Do you really think you could help me?” She says voice lower than it was when she threatened him. A huge grin spreads across his face, as he turns around and slowly walks back towards her. He calmly takes the book in her hand.

“Logic Games for Dummies…so you’re taking the LSAT, huh?” She looks at him and nods. “Yeah, I got you on this.” He takes her hand, “I’m Erik.” She is stunned, staring up at him. He smirks at her.

“Imani.” She feels her face heat up as he brings her hand to his lips.

“Let me take you out for lunch and then we can get to work.”

Another ding of the front door brings Erik out of his musings. He smiles thinking about the fact that he gets to teach Imani another subject that he is well versed in. He walks over to the customer service desk and rings the bell.

“Just a minute,” came a voice from the back. “Well, well, well…if it isn’t my favorite customer?” She comes around the desk and gives him a big hug. “How have you been E? The scene hasn’t been the same without you.”

“Hey V!” He hugs her back, lifting her in the air while she laughs. “I have never been better,” she slaps his arms to put her down. She glares up at him, looking at the stupid grin on his face.

“Nigga, are you glowing? And I thought you left for a vanilla relationship anyways, so why you back here?” Erik has zoned out looking around the store; he missed this place. Now he was home. Vicky snaps her fingers and waves her hands in his face to get his attention back.

“Yeah, I did leave for a vanilla relationship,” he smiles at Vicky, “but my lady wants to learn about the scene.” V walks around the counter.

“How did you convince her of that? I know yo charming ass did something.” She props her arms up on the counter, waiting for his explanation.

“2 words – 50 Shades,” Vicky and Erik bust up laughing. The nearest customer jumps at the sound. “I swear yo, she had me watching that bullshitty ass movie and said she read the books. So, I told her I am the real deal.” Vicky just looks at him. He puts his fingers up in the Boys Scout salute. She swats his hand down.

“E, stop that.” She looks at him to gauge his truthfulness. “Wow, you are dead ass right now. Ok, so then why isn’t she here with you and what brings you back in?” He starts beaming again. Vicky shakes her head.

“I need to place a custom order for some rope. I also need a decorative piece for a marker.” Vicky grabs her pad and starts writing down his request.

“In your colors? 60ft, 6mm jute, good?” she looks up to see him nodding. “Kool, we’ll cut it into two 30ft pieces.” Looking back at him, “Now, what did you have in mind for the marker? You could always get a -”

Erik cuts her off, “No, no collar, not yet. I’m not even sure if she would want that. We are just performing scenes now,” he shrugs, “but who knows.” Vicky nods and smiles. She has got to meet the girl who has E lit up like a Christmas tree.

“What about a Gold Rose w/ a big E on the stem? If you plan to take her to the Garden, it would fit in, and it’s not like we don’t know your damn color.” Erik looks at her.

“Yeah, I like that. Could you do that on a pin that way I can attach it to whatever she is wearing?”

“Yeah, we can do the metalwork in-house, and I’ll finish it for you.” She looks at him, tapping his shoulder with her pen. “So, you plan on bringing her through then…when?”

“Yup, I invited her, and she agreed to come. And no, I’m not telling you when because you will have the whole club checking for me.” V flutters her lashes and pouts. “Nah, not going to work. So, stop it.”

“Fine, then.” She looks at her notepad. “Alright, so I got 60ft 6mm jute in black and gold. A gold rose with E as the stem pin. Is that all?” Vicky bites on the pen.

“Yeah, for now. Charge it to my account.” He starts to walk away, “Actually, do you have Lisha’s number, I need to link up with her about some gear.” She already started writing on the next sheet of the pad.

“An outfit, E? You dressing her, too?” Vicky laughs, “That gold E might as well be a collar if you are doing all this shit for her.” She hands him the page with the name and number on it. “I’ll call you when the order is ready.”

“Later V!” Erik yells as he leaves the store. Jumping on his phone and dialing the number, “Yo Lisha, it’s E. I need some custom scene gear.”

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Imani is at her place, trying not to open the boxes that were just delivered to her door. There is a big gold note that reads ‘DO NOT OPEN until I get there, E.’ Pouting with her arms folded across her chest for the last 5 minutes, she suddenly decides to sit on her hands, but she is steadily bouncing. She dares not call him because that will be useless. Erik won’t give her any details about their upcoming date night. All his calls this week have been cryptic as fuck, so talking to him just irritates her at this point.

Her feet are now tapping on the floor; she keeps looking back to the boxes on her kitchen table. Suddenly, there is a knock on her door. Jumping up, she runs to check the peephole. She throws open the door and walks back over to the couch. “Is that any way to greet your man, baby?” She rolls her eyes at him.

“Can you close the door already?” she huffs at him. He slams the door and walks over to the couch. Sitting down, he reaches over and pulls her onto his lap.

“Why you sour?” He follows her eyes to the boxes on the table. “Is that all? I just wanted to be here to see you open them.” Sneaking kisses on her neck, she melts into his arms. “Ready to see what I got you?” She nods looking up at him, “Imani.”

“Yes, Daddy. I am ready to open them.” Lifting her off his lap, he smacks her ass as he moves her towards the table.

“Good girl.” Imani finds herself smiling as she walks to the table. Something about when Erik praises her for little things like answering him verbally makes her want to be the best for him. She ponders the reason as she picks up the boxes and some scissors, bringing everything to the couch and the coffee table.

There are three black boxes wrapped together with thick gold ribbon, all different sizes stacked with the smallest on the top and biggest one on the bottom for a three-tiered tower. She unties the bow and cuts one of the ribbons on each box for easy opening. Grabbing the biggest box first, she looks over at Erik. He is leaning back on the couch with his hands behind his head, relaxed and in the perfect spot to see her reactions.

She shakes the box and hears a rustling sound but cannot make out what is inside. The box is extremely light, so she is totally in the dark about what it could be. Imani lifts the top, dropping it off to her side. Lifting over a piece of gold fabric, she unearths two clothing items. From his position on the couch, “Take them out and show me what you have there.”

“Daddy,” she lifts the first piece up and unfolds it in the air. “These look like volleyball shorts, but those are usually black and,” flipping them over, “none of this ruffle mess.” She laughs while looking at the glittery gold ruffled bottoms in her hands and sets them down. Imani reaches back into the box to pull out a black steel bone corset with a lace up back and detachable straps. As she feels the lining of the corset, she exclaims, “Wow, this is beautiful! I have always wanted one.”

She stands up and puts the corset to her chest and looks back to see Erik grinning, “Looks like it’s a perfect fit. Next.” He glances at the two unopened boxes as Imani settles back onto the couch. She sets the corset back into the box and removes the small top box to get to the middle one. Imani shakes it again like before and smiles brightly.

“You bought me some shoes, too?” His look neither confirms nor denies what she is asking. Lifting the top off the box, she finds 4 inch black Mary Jane stilettos with a thick gold snakeskin strap. She lets a loud wolf whistle, “These are too sharp, Daddy. And I see a pattern forming here.”

“Is that all?” She glances at the items from the two boxes and scrunches her face in confusion. Erik grabs the smallest box off the table.

“E, what are you doing?” she reaches over him to grab for the box. Erik stands up and holds it over his head watching her jump up and down reaching for the box. “Lemme see it,” pouting and batting her eyes, “Please Daddy.”

“Yo, I love how comfortable you are calling me that now.” He moves back to the couch and brings Imani down onto his lap. “Before I show you, I need you to look over the whole outfit because this is all you are wearing when we go out tomorrow night.” Erik follows her eyes as she reaches over to pull the bottoms and corset back out, laying them next to the shoes on the table. She picks up the bottoms again, looking them over and eyeballing Erik.

“Wait, nigga are these ruffled panties?” getting louder, “I know you do not expect me to go outside in some damn panties.” He rubs her back as she starts to panic.

“You won’t be outside for long, but don’t worry. I have a coat you can wear until we reach our destination.” Imani is still staring down at the outfit on the table. “Baby girl?”

“Wherever you are taking me, are you gonna be dressed up, too?” She plays with the edge of the gold ruffled panties on her lap. Erik lifts her chin, so he is looking at her.

“I will be dressed up as well. More clothes than you though,” she smacks his arm. “Aye, but you are right there is a pattern to your outfit and even mine.” He takes her hand and kisses it, “What are you thinking about baby?”

“Everything and nothing. You have given me zero clues about where we are going tomorrow. For all I know, you have me signed up for some burlesque show. I don’t know.”

“Burlesque show, huh? I don’t need to take you out to have you dance for me, darling.” Imani’s face heats up. She reaches for the small box in his hand, he pulls back and shakes his head.

“Gimme. I want what’s in the box.”

“Nah, you get it tomorrow when you wear the outfit.” Imani pouts and whimpers, “I can give you something to pout about.” He smacks her ass, lifts her up and carries her to the bedroom.

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The next evening Imani arrives at Erik’s place, ready to get dressed. She has the skimpy outfit packed in her overnight bag along with her makeup. Erik is getting out of the shower when she walks through the door. “Hey baby, I’m here.”

“Great, the shower is all yours.” He walks over to her dripping wet with just a towel around his hips. “I’ll be in the living room when you’re done.”

Imani goes to the bedroom, lays out the corset, panties, and shoes. Setting up her toiletries and makeup on the bathroom counter, she looks in the mirror. “Ok, we can do this girl. E would not take you someplace dressed in next to nothing if he did not feel like it was kool.” She takes a few calming breaths before jumping in the shower.

Erik is rolling the small black box in his hand. He sets it on the coffee table as he runs his hands through his dreads. He has them up, banded together on top of his head with a few hanging loose on the right side. He reaches for his gold-rimmed glasses as he hears the pitter-patter sound of bare feet coming down the hall.

He looks up to see Imani’s back to him, her hair is pinned up on her head, and he sees her corset is undone. “Can you make sure the back is straight? I have the corset as tight as I want it but it still needs to be tied at the bottom.” He walks over to Imani, looking over the lace-up back of the corset. With a few pulls and twists, he gathers it all together and ties it at the small of her back. He is about to spin her around, “Thanks Daddy, gotta go,” and she runs off.

Erik laughs at Imani’s actions and walks back into the living room, thinking about what this evening means to him. Imani is not the only one nervous about the evening. He has been a member at this club for years, but this is a big step, especially for him. He hasn’t been there in over a year, and he always found play partners on site. Picking up the small box and flipping it open, he looks down at the pin. He is bringing his girl with him, someone who means everything to him. He is showing her another aspect of his life, one he never thought he would.

Sure, things get a little rough in the bedroom on occasion, but to actually set up and play scenes, is an entirely different thing. One, he was willing to leave behind, and now he doesn’t have to, because she wanted to explore this with him. He closes the box and sets it back down as the sound of heels coming down the hall draws his attention. Imani walks fully into the living room, and Erik is speechless.

Imani looks like perfection in his outfit. She is wearing her curls down, framing her face and with natural makeup. He notices the pops of gold that she included and smiles to himself knowing his girl picked up on the color scheme for the evening. She chose to use the straps on the corset creating a halter top that has her breasts sitting up and nearly falling over the top. Silently, thanking Lisha for her custom work, he can see the gold ribbons etched into the frame like pinstripes. The gold ruffled panties peek out just enough from under the corset. He follows her thick hips and thighs down her legs to see the black and gold shoes on her feet. She stands at the edge of the coffee table opposite of where he is sitting, no longer moving as he stands and makes his way over to her.

Imani lets out a low whistle as she takes in her man’s fit for the evening. She decides to start from the bottom, noticing his black leather driving loafers. He has on black pinstriped pants and a matching vest, putting his muscular, scar studded arms and chest on display. When she notices the pinstripes are gold, she clamps her thighs together. If there is one thing the man can do, it is dress. She notices his chest rise and fall as he was watching her just as intently. He didn’t miss that clench, and she can see it on his face. He puts the glasses on, and she audibly swoons. “Damn, is all that for me?”

He laughs reaching down to grab the box, “I could ask the same thing, baby girl. Who you lookin’ all good for?” She looks down and turns around slowly.

“My Daddy dressed me, you like?” The playful banter between them is making Imani less nervous than before. His nod of approval brings a big grin to her face. “So, can I get the last part now?” She reaches for the box as he walks over to her. He opens the small gift box for her, “OMG Erik, this is gorgeous.” She picks up the solid gold rose pin and laughs when she notices the stem is a big letter E. She hands it to him, “Go ahead Daddy, pin me.” Erik does the honors and stands back to see his live work of art.

As he takes all of her in, his mind roams to all that he has in store for her this evening. He really hopes that she enjoys herself. He goes to the closet by the door and grabs his black trench coat for Imani and a small duffle bag. She walks over, and he helps her into the coat. “Let me grab my keys, and we can go.” They walk down the stairs and out to his car.

Erik opens the door and helps her in, “So, are you finally going to tell me where we are going tonight?” He looks down at her and closes the door. Walking to his side of the vehicle, he gets in and starts the car. He grabs her hand and kisses it.

“I told you I wanted to take you to a club; tonight’s the night.” He glances over to her while making his way further downtown into the business district. “Now, there is something you need to know about it. This is a spot I used to frequent regularly before I met you, So, I haven’t been there in a while, but I do know a lot of people there.” Imani inhales deeply while listening to him. “Don’t worry, I got you, and you don’t have to do anything, but I wanted to share this with you.”

Looking out the window, watching the passing lights of the city Imani considers what he is saying. A real-life BDSM club, they truly exist. All her knowledge of them came from various books, and she never imagined she would be doing any of this, ever. And here is her man wanting to take her to one. Aren’t those exclusive? Which means that Erik is a member, too? Are we gonna run into any of his exes or former partners? Am I ready to do this with him? I know we have talked, and it is on my list, but do I want to do this so soon?

Imani looks over at Erik who hasn’t said a word to her since saying he wanted to share this piece of him with her. She can tell by his profile, he is worried about what she will say. She knows in her heart that if she were to tell him this was too much and to take her home, he would do it with a quickness. But she wants to experience everything with this man, and if he is ready to show her this side of him, then she is ready to be by his side. Glancing down at the golden E on her chest, she smiles and looks back towards him. She grips their entwined hands that he had been holding in his lap and pulls them to her chest. “Ok Daddy, I would love to visit the club with you.” Erik looks at Imani and matches her smile.

The rest of the ride is made in comfortable silence as Erik pulls into a lot in the midst of a bunch of suite buildings in the warehouse/business district area of town. He parks at the far end and gets out. He walks over to Imani’s side and helps her out of the car. They walk down a lighted path between buildings before approaching a door to one of the warehouses.

The door looked like any other door for a warehouse. It was a large green door with a solid latch fastened right above the handle. A black light was lit from above, casting a thrilling glow. Upon further inspection of the door, there is an eye-catching neon embellishment of the silhouette of a black woman with an afro constructed of flowers.

Erik and Imani stop in front of the bouncer who is giving them a once over before recognition dawns. “E, is that you?” He steps up and daps him up. “My man. We thought you were gone for good.”

“Wassup Rich, and yeah I’m back. But only because that’s what my lady wants.” He looks over at Imani, who smiles shyly at Rich. Erik wraps his arm around her waist and kisses her temple. Rich looks at Erik and smiles at them both.

“Alright Lady E, it is a pleasure to meet you. Don’t let me keep you from enjoying the night.” He winks at her and looks back at E. “It’s good to see you man,” he says before nodding at him, then speaking in a serious manner, “And his tune is heard on the distant hill…”

“For the caged bird sings of freedom,” Erik finishes off. Rich moves the steel latch before pushing the large green door open.

“Welcome to the Garden of Eden where nothing is forbidden.” Rich signals for them to enter and closes the door behind them.

Erik grabs Imani’s hand as he moves to enter the warehouse. Imani walks behind Erik just a bit, a little apprehensive of what the club would look like on the inside. The hallway of the warehouse was massive and dim, with each step she took, only part of the area was illuminated. As she peered ahead of Erik, she saw a bright white light hanging above an elevator. Erik looked back at Imani and continued to walk forward, squeezing her hand in comfort. Imani focused on the back of his head before looking toward the warehouse elevator wrapping the coat around her. As they approached it, nothing looked out of the ordinary. The couple stepped onto the freight elevator. Imani took note of Erik’s calming demeanor as he closed the large grated door of the elevator before pressing a button on the console. There was a subtle change to Erik as he relaxed more and more on the elevator ride to the third floor. Erik just stood in the center of the elevator, idly looking at the door. A reserved smirk on his lips like a switch just flipped. And where did that bag come from? When the elevator stops, Erik steps forward and puts his hand on her lower back. Imani releases the breath she had been holding in and relaxes into his touch. He looks down at her and says, “Ready to see paradise, baby girl?” ---

As the elevator door opened Imani was shocked to see how different this floor was to the ground level. A red carpet lined the hall as she and Erik stepped out of the elevator. Light blue neon lights lined the hallway as Erik and Imani walked deeper into the massive space, casting seductive shadows. Tropical plants of unknown origin earthed in porcelain vases were positioned along the enchanting hallway.

Imani looks around and observes the club occupants in different forms of dress. Women in lingerie, mainly corsets and ruffled underwear or skirts similar to her. There were some floor-length skirts, dresses, and gowns. Men in dark-colored bottoms, some shirtless or wearing harnesses/vests. Some are in suits as if they just came from work. Imani laughs when she observes a few rocking smoking jackets a la Hugh Hefner. The colors were as bright as the sun and as dark as night, covering the entire spectrum. She spotted couples in matching or complimentary colors like her and Erik.

She also noticed the distinct contrast between those who identified as Dom/mes and submissives like Erik had discussed with her. The Dominants possessed this feeling of status and power. It was in how they carried and presented themselves. Heads held high and their walks a bit straighter compared to the submissives who appeared smaller in stature even if they were physically taller. Their demeanor is more subdued and muted than that of the Dominants around them.

There are pairs and groups gathered around chatting. As she looks at them, she notices different colored bracelets on the wrists of the submissives. She turns to Erik who has been quietly watching her, “Daddy, what do those mean?” As they continue to walk into the rest of the foyer, Erik starts to explain.

“Those let the Dom/mes know the submissives’ status. The most common ones you will find are green, blue and red. You will find these on single subs, these refer to their limits, and certain kinds of play scenes they are interested in. Red is pretty much anything goes, blue means they have set hard and soft limits, and green means they are new. As always, everything is discussed beforehand, so no surprises occur and everyone is safe.” He points to a man in the corner with a green bracelet speaking with a Domme. “Most owned subs will have a collar or another marker chosen by their Dom. Those who are unavailable or spoken for may have an orange bracelet or a special marker.” She looks down at the Gold Rose on her chest and smiles. His eyes follow hers as he takes her hand and kisses it. “Ready to move on?” She nods, and they continue walking towards the bar in the back.

As they approach the bar, Imani sees a familiar face behind the counter. Dressed in a simple blue corset and matching ruffled short set, is Vicky with a cocktail shaker in her hand. She pours the drink into the glass and hands it over to another patron. Turning around she squeaks out, “E! Oh my god, you made it back and…” she squints trying to remember her name.

“Imani…it’s Vicky, right?” Vicky nods. Her eyes are moving back and forth between the two of them, smiling. Erik pulls Imani in front of him as Vicky continues to watch them interact. He runs his hands up her arms, slowly working the trench coat off her shoulders. Imani moves her arms to help him out, and Vicky sees Erik’s marker on her chest.

“So, you’re the one?” Imani looks at her curiously. “Let me get you both a drink first, and then we can chat. What’ll it be?” She wipes down the counter as Erik speaks.

“She’ll have a Stoli and Sprite, and I’ll have my usual.” Vicky sets two tumblers on the bar counter. Imani moves around in Erik’s arms face full of questions. “Just wait, it’ll all make sense soon enough.” Vicky gives Erik’s order to her fellow bartender.

“Mo, I’m taking five. Handle these next few guests, will ya?” She points to Erik, walks around and leads Imani to a nearby loveseat. Erik stays back by the bar.

Vicky and Imani take a seat. Imani feels a bit awkward, especially since Vicky is all smiles. Why is she looking at me like that? What does she know that I don’t? Imani thinks as she continues to look at Vicky.

“So…you’re the one Erik has been so excited about?” Vicky says her eyes locked with Imani.

Imani feels a bit nervous, “What has Erik been saying about me?” She licks her lips and swallows as her throat becomes dry. She looks around noticing the crowd of people enjoying themselves. Vicky lets out a small chuckle.

“Relax Imani, tonight is a special night for you.” She says her laugh getting slightly louder.

Imani tries to sit still but her legs begin to bounce. She begins to ponder Vicky’s words. “Special night? What do you mean?” Imani says.

“You have no idea what he has in store for you…I love it!” Vicky slaps her knee in excitement. “He didn’t give me any details so don’t worry…” Vicky says laughter lacing her voice.

Erik stands at the bar waiting for his drinks. He casually glances over to where Vicky and Imani are located. He can see that Vicky is enjoying her time with Imani as he watches her chat away to Imani. Imani on the other hand looks…a bit anxious. Erik smiles because he knows that Imani has no idea what he has planned for her later.

His attention is interrupted as he sees another worker in the same shade of blue as Vicky’s passing by. Erik raises his hand, quickly gaining the attention of the club attendant. “Can you have these items taken upstairs to the space reserved under Master E? Also, I will need a cold set up, just the basics. Thanks.”

The attendant smiles at Erik giving a quick head nod. “Right away, Sir.” He takes the small bag and coat from him then heads back towards the kitchen.

Erik’s gaze returned to the bartender as she returned with his drinks. Was it presumptuous to reserve a room, not knowing whether Imani may want to play later, sure. However, Erik has always prided himself on being able to read someone especially his girl.

Grabbing the drinks he quickly makes his way over to Vicky and Imani. He grins watching two of his favorite people talking animatedly. It would be nice for Imani to have a friend who can relate more to her role in this life if she decides to pursue it. He can only do so much as her Dom, and she can use the support. He notices that Imani looks more relaxed than just moments ago. He was thankful that Vicky was warming her up but hoped that a bit of her anxiousness remained for later.

“- basically lived there. Could never get him to leave.” Vicky stopped talking as she sees Erik approaching. Imani looks up and smiles at him, laughing. Erik lifts Imani up from her seat, taking her place, and moving her onto his lap. Vicky just cheeses at the whole scene before her.

“E, you look good!” Vicky claps then reaches for Imani’s hands, “You are good for him; I can see that already.” Imani and Erik share a quick tender look with each other. Vicky nods, glad to see her boy Erik happy. “Look, I gotta run back, but you know where to find me if you ever have any questions…especially about ‘the’ life.” Vicky punches E on the shoulder and jumps up, heading back to the bar.

“She is a ball full of energy, isn’t she?” Imani asks before sipping her drink. “She was like that when she helped me at the store that day.” Erik bobs his head in understanding, nibbling on her neck. She squirms in his lap. “Daddy, are you even listening to me?”

“That’s V, nothing new. She was like that when we met.” Erik mumbles into her neck, nipping at her ear he releases her. “Level check baby.”

“1, Daddy.”

“Good girl. So, any thoughts or questions for me?” He leans back in the loveseat bringing Imani with him.

“Well, Vicky mentioned that this isn’t the only floor of the club. How many are there if we are on the 3rd?” Erik sips his drink before responding.

“There are two more levels to the club; one above us and another three floors below.”

“Below? What could be under,” her eyes go wide as realization dawns. “Oh, got it. So, that means there are playrooms here then?”

“Yes, some of them are above, and the Dungeon is on the bottom,” Erik notes her visible shudder when he mentioned the Dungeon. “Would you like to see it?”

Imani immediately shakes her head no. Looking up at the displeasure in Erik’s eyes, she answers, “No Daddy, I don’t think I am ready to see any of that yet.” He bends his head in acknowledgment of her reply.

“Upstairs then?” Imani gets up from his lap in response, Erik follows suit, and takes her hand as they make their way through the rest of the lounge. They walk away from the couches into another open area of the floor leading to a grand staircase. Imani stops near a waterfall on the lower level. Erik stands next to her still holding her hand as Imani stares directly at the clear blue running water, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart.

Suddenly, the water opens up enough for Imani to make out a figure standing there. The water now collecting in the reservoir below. A beautiful dark skinned black woman walks forward. As she stands there with her long flowing dark tresses draping her body and covering the apex of her thighs, she starts rising up on a shell. Imani gasps as the live action Venus continues to ascend into the air about 20 feet before coming down. “Welcome to Venus’ Exploration Rooms.” She winks at Imani, “Looks like you are in good hands, pretty lady. Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Imani turns into Erik’s chest at the comment.

Erik rubs her back and laughs, “Level check, baby girl?”

“One,” she mumbles into his chest. Grabbing her chin, he forces her to look up at him. Reading her face, looking for a lie. “Honest, I am at one. I would tell you if it was something else Daddy, I promise.” Nodding, he squeezes her waist and turns her towards the stairs.

As they arrive at the top of the grand staircase, Imani looks up into the sky. She looks down at the floor and back up again. She is not sure the ceiling exists because she can see the moon and the stars clearly in the sky. Looking at the edges of the building walls, she realizes the roof of the building is a big ass window pane. She notices there are no official lighting sources and the upper floor appears dark.

She is about to ask Erik about the skylights when there is a loud moan off to their left. Imani looks over and sees a small stage surrounded by chairs and stools. It is lit up by big floodlights running top to bottom on each side. On the stage, is a bikini clad woman in heels strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross being flogged by a Domme dressed in red. “Want to have a seat? We can watch their scene.” Erik whispers in her ear.

“Really?” Imani looks at him, “Ok.” Erik walks them over to a big comfy chair in the center, placing Imani on his lap with her legs draped over his legs. The Domme on stage has picked up her pace flogging the sub. One time when she pulls back, she separates the handle forming another flogger and begins to use both at the same time. Imani watches the Domme strike the sub using hits that make it appear as if she is turning double dutch.

A subtle heat flows through her and she settles into Erik’s lap. The Domme lets up on her sub, walking to her and speaking softly into her ear. Imani looks around at the others sitting down, watching the show. She never thought that she would be watching a live scene. Sure, she has seen a few porn clips online but they did not have the same effect on her as how she was feeling now.

As the Domme moves back into her previous position, Imani notices the sub seems completely at ease; no tension in her back displaying complete trust in the Domme. The sub starts counting the strikes the Domme is landing on her back. Imani is mesmerized by the scene, as the Domme trails the flogger along the sub’s body. She recalls how E’s flogger felt when he did the same thing to her. She shudders and lets out a soft moan. There is a tingle between her legs, so she crosses them in an effort to dampen the throbbing.

Erik has been watching Imani as she sits on his lap. He inhales deeply and smiles, he can smell her. He shifts her position on his lap facing her forward, with her legs hanging off to the side of each of his legs. Imani reaches back to grab his hands which are on her waist. “Relax. I got you. Just enjoy the scene. Keep your eyes on them.” Imani inhales deeply to calm herself and focuses on the stage. Erik runs his hands down her shoulders and arms. With every touch, he kisses along her neck and shoulder. Imani squirms on his lap as her arousal grows.

A string of moans escape her with Erik’s ministrations of her upper body. The sub on stage has vocalized her approaching orgasm and the Domme increases her speed going faster and faster until the sub screams out in pure pleasure. Her physical release can be seen running down her legs and onto the floor. Imani tries to shift her legs together on Erik’s lap.

He grips her thighs, “Did I tell you to move?” She suddenly stops squirming. He nibbles on her ear, “Good Girl. The show got you hot, baby?” No response. “Imani.” Still nothing, he follows her eyes to the stage. On stage, the Domme has release the sub who is now laying on her back on stage. The Domme has the sub spread wide, licking from ankle to inner thigh on each of her legs. “Shit,” he hisses, watching them again.

Imani turns in Erik’s lap, a lustful look in her eyes, “Daddy, I need you.” He chuckles.

“If you continue to be a good girl for Daddy, you will get whatever you want.” She pouts and he kisses her lips softly. He stands them up and grabs her hand, “Follow me.”

They walk to the other side of the upper floor where the walls are curtains. As Imani follows Erik down the long hallway, the music of erotic sounds flood her ears. She hears various objects buzzing and beeping, moans and grunts, furniture moving across the floor, and finally the sound of skin slapping together. Each scene is being played out privately, although publicly audible, behind the various curtains. She bumps into Erik not paying attention to the fact that he has stopped in front of an open space.

With Erik guiding her, they walked towards an unclaimed space at the end of the hall, marked by the clipped up curtain. Erik pulls her flush against him to release the curtain tie. Pulling back the curtain, Erik leans down by Imani’s ear, “Are you ready to play with me, Princess?”

_Club Entrance Quote from Caged Bird by Maya Angelou

SEQUEL

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Gate Keeper (part two)

Summary: Some say it’s not the journey that matters, but the destination. The destination justifies the journey. However, for him, the hunt was much more pleasurable than the meal.

Word count: 2540

Warnings: kissing, sexual tension, and sexual thangs. Not a lot, but more coming

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Wednesday came faster than you thought. You had tried to forget about your little encounter with the mysterious man on Monday night. Immersing yourself in your studies and actively participating in class, you had achieved your goal. This man, Tom, had vanished from your mind, even despite the way he’d made your insides feel. It was only when you had walked through the doors of Hiddleston et al. that your mind was flooded with the memories. You had managed, for a whole day and a half, to store Tom at the back of your mind. And now, walking down to the old files room, you were surprised to find your hands were slightly trembling as they gripped your shoulder bag.

You remembered suddenly the request he had made last Monday. Wear a skirt Wednesday.

As you took your homework out of your bag, you looked down at yourself; blue jeans and a red sweater. Biting your lip, you wondered if he’d even come back down here.

The night started out very quiet. You were intensely drawn to your textbooks, your pen scribbling notes onto your notebook. Two hours had managed to fly by without anyone coming to disturb your studies, which you were always grateful for.

Just passed seven o’clock, the door to the gate room opened and your heart lurched, expecting to see Tom, but instead, you were pleasantly greeted by a posh blond boy. He was young, maybe just a couple years older than you. His eyes were two dark pits of swirling happiness as he lay them on you and smiled. His hair was curly, much more than Tom’s, and lay in an array atop his head. He smiled like a school boy; all giddy and white teeth.

“Hello,” you said as he carefully closed the door behind him. “Are you looking for a file?”

“Are you Miss Y/L/N?” he asked, his smile still permanently plastered on his face.

“I am,” you answered, dropping your pen onto your opened textbook. He shuffled closer, his hands clasped behind his back, his grey suit opened so you could see the black dress shirt underneath.

“Let me introduce myself,” he stated, clearing his voice, offering that ever-handsome smile. “I am Josh, secretary to Mr. Hiddleston.”

Your mouth opened in a small “o” as you watched him move closer. He was referring to the man who had founded the firm and had brought it to stardom. Hiddleston et al. was not just a low-class law firm. It was a multi-billion company that had represented presidents and secretary of states. Mr. Hiddleston himself had represented many famous Hollywood and governmental figures, and it was said that no one could beat him in court.

“Mr. Hiddleston?” you asked, your left brow rising on your forehead.

Josh nodded, flashing you a smile worth a million dollars. “Indeed.” He stood before your desk, licking his lips in contemplation. “He has asked me to personally escort you to his office.”

Your heart lurched in your chest. Had Mr. Hiddleston seen your test scores or your small debates in class? Had he gotten word of your brilliance? Had teachers personally called him to vent? Many of your teachers knew that you worked for Hiddleston et al., yet you had specifically told them that you were just the gate keeper.

“Of course,” you said, your voice low and methodical. If Mr. Hiddleston wanted to see you, you didn’t say no.

“You shouldn’t be gone long,” Josh stated, watching as you got to your feet and began to gather your stuff. “You can leave your personal items here. I will have security make sure no one comes in here.”

You nodded and followed Josh out of the gate room. Your palms were beginning to get clammy, and the more you thought about meeting the famous founder of the company, the more your heart was doing back flips in your chest. A lump had formed at the back of your throat. Your cheeks were deeply blushed with excitement and nervousness. You were a mess, and Josh smiled at the sight as he held the door opened for you.

“Am I being called on for a good or bad reason?” you asked, tone of voice slightly trembling. Josh smiled, guiding you with a hand on the small of your back.

“Nothing to be concerned about, I am sure,” he answered. “He has not told me the specific reason as to why you are being called on.”

You reached the main hall and walked together to the elevators. You felt severely under dressed. The men and women packing in and out of the elevators wore high-end designer clothing. Women had heels and had their hair in buns. Men wore strong cologne and had shiny black shoes. Josh himself was dressed as if he was going to walk the runway for Giorgio Armani.

You watched Josh press the button for the top most floor of the building. Gulping, you managed to crack a small smile when he gave you a slight wink. People exited the elevator the higher you got, leaving just you and Josh for the last ten floors.

Josh was a very handsome, early-twenties young man. He was probably two or three years older than you. He had a small, button nose and a sharp jaw that gave way to plump pink lips. You found yourself comparing him to Tom, despite your frustration. Josh was significantly smaller than Tom, but had bulk and arms that strained against his suit. Tom was lean and graceful, where Josh was brute and maybe even immature. Josh had that kind of look, as if he was trying to flirt with every moving thing.

You had only known Tom for one night, and you were already comparing him to other men. What a fool.

The elevator dinged, taking you out of your reverie. Josh noticed you staring and gave you a wink once again. Without hesitation, you followed him out into a wide room filled with desks and people dressed in suits and dresses. Your heart did a flip once you heard them all conversing about law. You wanted to be there, in the midst of the action, so badly that you almost crumpled down in a heap and cried.

“He’s right this way, Miss Y/L/N,” Josh said over the brouhaha of the office. He was waiting by an open door, a plaque on it identifying the bureau as being that of Mr. Hiddleston.

You nodded, gulping on the lump in your throat as you stepped warily into the office.

The first thing you noticed was the wide window view of the city. From high up in the sky, standing there inside the office of the most popular lawyer in the city, you could see everything and as far as the eye could see. The light from the setting sun was illuminating a dark-colored office, perfect for late night work and obviously, for a lawyer. A desk was facing away from the windows, the three other walls bare of any pictures beside a framed diploma from law school. No one was sitting in the plush leather chair behind the desk.

When you looked back, Josh had vanished.

You ventured in deeper into the office, running your fingertips along the leather sofa placed in front of the desk. Your eyes wondered to the cabinets, filled with files. The wooden top of the desk was neatly organized with pens in a cup and papers symmetrically placed. The Mac laptop was closed, perfectly poised in the center of the desk.

You were curious about the diploma. Is that how yours would look like? With a small smile, you found yourself stepping closer, examining the school stamp and the signature of the Dean of Law. You looked intensely until your eyes caught onto something.

Thomas William Hiddleston.

You frowned, turning your head to the side. Thomas as in…

“Ah.” You turned around, facing the same man who had stolen a kiss from you last Monday night. “I thought I told you to wear a skirt.”

You stared at him, wide eyed and lips parted, as he closed and locked the door. He wore an all-black suit, even down to his socks. He was giving you that toothy grin, making sure to savor the surprise on your face.

“Tom?” you squeaked. He spread his arms, as if you had been supposed to know.

“Surprised?” he chuckled. Your stomach was flooded with heat when he took a small step your way, diving his hands into his pants pockets.

“You’re Mr. Hiddleston?” you breathed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“In the flesh and blood,” he answered, again hitting you with the killer smile.

You didn’t answer, instead opting for just staring at him in all his glory. His hair was wilder than Monday, running rampant atop his head, which gave him a much more human look what with the witch-like black suit he wore. He was holding himself with much more prose and confidence, despite the confidence he had radiated on Monday. He was looking at you with such devotion and intensity that you forgot you were standing in the office of the founder of the company and the most wanted lawyer in the city.

Then his face turned into a sour frown as he looked down at your clothing. “Now, as I said,” he started, “I thought I told you to wear a skirt.”

You fidgeted with your fingers, unable to find a suitable answer. “I…um.” You looked around, hoping maybe the amazing view of the city would offer a good excuse. But what the hell? Maybe this man was a billionaire and a hell of a good lawyer, but that gave him no right to your wardrobe. “I can wear what I want.” You lifted your chin for emphasis and watched his eyes narrow down on you as if you’d told him you killed his dog.

“I can pardon this one time,” he mumbled, coming closer. You backed up, unaware that the wall was a couple inches behind you. Your back made contact with the wall and you found yourself breathing as heavy as if you’d ran a marathon. “It’ll just make it all a little more difficult,” he said, frowning and pressing his index to his lips, raking his gaze up and down the length of your body.

He reached out for you all of sudden, making you gasp as his hand wound around your waist. The inside of your stomach lit up like a benzine fire, making your cheeks beet red. The dampness in your panties was not helping you making any good decisions as he looked down at you from all his height, teasing you with a sultry smile. Your fingers trembled against his chest, your skin feeling alight with electricity. The all too familiar shiver sliced down your spine, making a delectable sensation course through your body. This was so inappropriate, but the warmth of his body against yours and the smell of his cologne was driving you crazy.

“Tom,” you mumbled, your tone somewhere between a protestation and a whine. He leaned in slowly and brushed his lips against yours, eliciting a shock to zip through your body.

His hands came to rest on both your biceps, keeping you firmly in place as he pressed harder onto your mouth. His tongue teased your lower lip and you found yourself opening involuntarily to grant him access. He groaned, feeling your tongue against his, as he pressed himself flush against your body.

The taste of his lips and the proximity of his body was making you ache for more. Out of sheer unknown, you pressed your hips against his, feeling the somewhat prominent bulge in his pants. Your hands acted on their own, wounding around his neck to keep that darling mouth of his flush against yours. His reaction was exactly what you wanted.

He reached down until his hands were on the backs of your thighs and lifted, your brain automatically registering the act, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Thank God you didn’t wear a skirt, or it would have ripped.

He ripped you off the wall, his lips still working wonders against yours, his tongue still caressing yours. He carried you until your butt touched the surface of the desk. A surprised moan escaped your lips, making him smile into the kiss, caressing your curves with his warm and large hands. His fingertips inched into your sweater, the warmth seeping into your flesh. You curved into his body, your hands running through his hair, gripping the roots. He grunted, moving his hands until he was roughly kneading your breasts over your bra.

He was perfectly poised between your legs, the heat between the both of you making you suffocate, unable to think clearly and wisely. His hands were exploring the weight and the shape of your breasts and you couldn’t help the small whimpers coming from your mouth. His hips were slightly rocking against the sensitive core between your legs. Between kisses, breathing for air, you peaked at the way his jaw tensed or his mouth puckered right before he dived back onto your mouth.

His nimble fingers fell to the button of your jeans, pulling but unable to wiggle his fingers through. They didn’t call them skinny jeans for no reason. With a grunt, he wrenched his lips away from yours, leaving you breathless, lips swollen and red from kissing that wonderful mouth of his. You stared at him, chest heaving, as he tried to pry your pants open just enough to wiggle his fingers. You tried to bring him back to your mouth, using your fingers at the roots of his hair, but he gripped your wrists and swung you backwards until you lay flat against the desk.

Your mind was a swirl. Heaving, you stared at the ceiling, your mouth parted as his hands left your wrists and continued to unzip your pants, hands roughly jerking at the hips to get the awful piece of clothing off.

A harsh knock at the door startled you both. You sprung into a sitting position, ready to protest. He slapped his left hand onto your mouth and used his right hand to hold you steady on the edge of the desk.

“Sir, I’ve got the secretary of state on the line,” came the voice of Josh. You wiggled, trying to get your feet onto the ground. Embarrassment was beginning to seep its way into your mind and you hated yourself for getting so carried away. Yet he was holding you steady, his right hand wrapped somewhat painfully around your thigh.

“Put him on line one,” Tom hollered through the door.

As soon as you heard Josh’s feet trail away, you pushed quite harshly against Tom and stumbled onto your feet. He backed up, a small smile on his face. Breathing heavily, you stared at him, unable to register if he was laughing at you or simply admiring you.

“Monday, wear a skirt.”

Then he sat down at his desk, nonchalantly picking up the phone. Smoothing down your hair and zipping up your pants, you quietly and quickly made your way out of his office.

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