The day had barely begun, and already I felt exhausted. The never-ending meetings, the constant pressure, the demands of a job that had me feeling like I was drowning in a sea of tasks, my mind was overwhelmed. I could feel the strain in my shoulders, the tension in my back, and I just needed a break.
I pulled up the spreadsheet on my screen again, but my eyes kept drifting to the clock. The hours seemed to stretch on endlessly, and I could barely keep my focus.
Tristan’s voice broke through my frustration. "You look like you're about to pass out," he said, his tone mocking, like he couldn’t resist pointing out that I was slowing down. “What happened to the girl who could handle everything? Loser.”
I shot him a glare, my annoyance bubbling up. “I’m fine, Tristan. Get the fuck out of here.” I snapped, not willing to let him see how worn out I actually was. “I’m just... busy.”
“Sure you are,” he said, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk of his. “You’re not weak, are you? Can’t keep up with the job, huh?”
I could feel my temper flaring. The way he spoke to me, the way he always had to make everything feel like an attack, it irritated me to no end. "You’re really something," I said through clenched teeth, pushing away from my desk. “I’m going to take a break. Can’t let someone like you talk to me like that without getting a little time to cool off.”
Without waiting for him to respond, I walked out of the office, my steps sharp and quick. My mind was a mess, trying to shake off the irritation that threatened to boil over. I needed space, a moment of peace to clear my head.
The bathroom was empty, the fluorescent lights overhead buzzing faintly as I walked in. I leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection. Why does he get under my skin so easily? I should be used to him by now, to the way he provoked me, to the way he pushed my buttons. But it was different now. I could still feel the remnants of the kiss from two nights ago, the heat, the intensity of it, the way my body had reacted to him. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, couldn’t stop feeling it in the pit of my stomach.
I closed my eyes, trying to clear my thoughts. But all I could think about was the way his lips had felt on mine, how alive I had felt in that moment. How I had lost myself in it, in him. My fingers clenched into fists at my sides as my body began to betray me, responding to the very thought of him.
I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep pretending I wasn’t affected. It wasn’t just the kiss anymore. It was everything he made me feel, everything he made me want. I couldn’t deny that there was something between us, but I also couldn’t ignore the fact that I hated it.
But, damn it, I wanted more. And I wasn’t sure if I was in control anymore.
I went straight home after finish working, I paced back and forth in my living room. I was debating whether I want to do whatever crossed my mind or not. My pussy was aching and it’s so fucking wet.
I need him. I fucking need Tristan.
I grabbed my phone from my pocket, the cold screen feeling like a lifeline. I wasn’t sure why I was doing it, but I found myself dialing his number. The sound of the ringing filled the air, the silence stretching between each chime.
“Yeah?” Tristan answered on the first ring, his voice low and casual, like he knew it was me without even checking the caller ID.
“I need you to come here,” I said before I could stop myself, my voice softer than I meant for it to be. I hated how it sounded, like I was asking for him, but the words were already out. I couldn’t take them back. “I... I need you.”
There was a brief pause on the other end, and I could hear him exhale slowly. “You sure about that, Mia?” His tone shifted, the casualness replaced by something darker, more interested. “You called me, remember? You want something. What is it?”
“I want you to praise me,” I said, my throat dry as I spoke the words I hadn’t meant to say. I was pushing myself into dangerous territory, but I couldn’t stop. “Tell me I’m doing well. Tell me I’m good enough.”
I could almost hear him smirk through the phone. “Where are you?” He asked, curiously.
“Just do as you’re told!.” I snapped, “So needy, beautiful. You’re doing well, Mia. You’ve been keeping up with everything better than anyone expected. You’re impressive. Strong. But we both know there’s more to you than just the work, don’t we?”
His words sent a shockwave of heat through me, and I closed my eyes, leaning back against the bathroom counter. “Tell me more,” I breathed, not even realizing how much I needed to hear it. I could feel my pulse quicken as I waited for his response.
But of course, he didn’t give me what I expected.
“You’re nothing more than a distraction, Mia. You’re good at pretending you’re in control, but we both know the truth. You want me just as much as I want you. But don’t fool yourself, you’re not the one in charge here.” The words struck a chord, a deep, visceral reaction that both angered and excited me. His voice had this power over me, like he could push me to the edge and make me crave more.
“I’m sending you my apartment address. I want you” I ended the call.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I didn’t want to ask him with words. I needed to show him. To make him see how far I was willing to go, how far we were willing to go. I kept pacing back and forth in my living room, biting my finger, debating whether I did the right thing or not.
I flinched when the door bell rang.
It only took him about 15 minutes to get here. I opened the door and my breath got hitch when I saw him.
“What do—-” Without thinking, I pulled him in and looked straight into his eyes. I began to undress, slowly pulling off my jacket, feeling the cool air against my skin. I moved deliberately, letting each piece of clothing fall to the floor, the tension building with each motion. My heart was pounding, my breath shallow as I dared to invite him into this twisted game we were playing.
I wasn't sure what to expect, but when I finally heard him speak again, his voice was thick with desire. "You're playing with fire, Mia," he said, a hint of something darker there. "But you don't seem to care. Keep going."
I could feel his eyes on me even without seeing him. He was there, watching, waiting. And the game between us, the dance of power and control.
"You've been bad, haven't you, Mia?" I stood in front of him wearing only my underwear. "Strip, Mia." He looked at me, challenging me with his eyes. I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the ground. I pulled down my panties, revealing my arousal to him.
His eyes darkened seeing the evidence of his presence. Tristan closed the gap between us; my heart beat faster as he pushed my chin up, forcing me to look up. "You obey me so well, Mia, but to me, you deserve a punishment."
"Wh…" Before I could finish my word, he turned me around and spanked my ass. He wrapped his left hand around my neck from behind and used his right hand to cup my breast. My breath caught when he pinched my nipple.
"Who told you to be lazy at the office, Mia? Were you so aroused that you couldn't even focus?" He whispered and I could feel myself becoming even more excited. His words sent shivers down my spine. His right hand trailed down from my breast to my dripping core.
"Look at you," he chuckled softly. I glared at him, hating the fact that I was under his control. I tried to turn around, but he stopped me midway. He slipped a finger inside of me without any warning. I gasped in shock as he bent me over the sofa, giving him full access.
As he moved his finger inside me, I was wetter than I'd ever been. "Tris—" The sudden sting of a spank interrupted me.
"What the fu—" Another spank.
He added two more fingers, stretching me out. I moaned, and he pushed my head further into the sofa, muffling my voice. I tried to push back, but he forced me to stay still.
"I'm going to take you, Mia. You've been nothing but a challenge." He spanked me hard, and I screamed into the sofa cushion. Without any warning, he slid his length inside me.
"That's my good girl. You're taking all of me." He thrust into me with force until I reached climax. He then moved and positioned himself at my mouth, watching with intense eyes as I took him in. His praises filled my ears as he simultaneously degraded and worshipped me. He brought me to the edge twice more before finally finding release on my face, urging me to taste him.
I passed out as soon as he finished.
***
The next morning, I woke to an empty room and an empty bed. Tristan was gone. No note, no goodbye. Nothing.
I felt the frustration build inside me, hotter and more intense than before. It was like everything had happened in a rush, in a flurry of words and actions I couldn’t quite process. But one thing was clear—he had left. And that stung more than I cared to admit.
I wasn’t sure what this was anymore, this arrangement, this tension between us. All I knew was that I was tangled in something I couldn’t escape, something that kept pulling me back to him. And the worst part? I wasn’t sure if I wanted to break free.