Vivian wasn't sure what her intentions were. It'd been almost three years since she'd had sex and her make out sessions with Micheal surely weren't helping. As soon as she felt his erection against her, she knew she had to stop or things would get out of control.
As he lead her to his apartment, she wanted to cry at the wet and soggy feeling of her clothing. It made her incredibly uncomfortable so she knew she had to find dry clothing before anything else.
"Could I see your phone?" She finally spoke to Micheal as he unlocked the door.
He silently passed the device to her before disappearing up the stairs. Texting Goodson, she let him know she'd be off for the rest of the day. Immediately he responded telling her he didn't care as long as she remembered to schedule the next stop.
Finally taking in the size of the apartment, Vivian couldn't say she was surprised. He'd worked on a multimillion dollar campaign and currently had all high profile partners supporting him.
It was surely ten times better than her two bedroom apartment. Taking her heels off, she dried her feet as best she could before rolling up the ends of her slacks. Walking across the spotless marble flooring felt wrong but she had no choice.
"Here." She jumped at Micheal's voice before turning to see him holding out a bunch of clothing for her. "There's a bathroom right around the corner."
"Thanks." Taking the clothes, she hurriedly made her way towards the bathroom. Once inside, she marveled at the large glass shower paired with dark tiles. A shower couldn't hurt.
By the time she'd stripped of her clothing, the water was hot and she eagerly hopped inside. The immense pressure of the water paired with the overhead streams made her feel like she was in a waterfall. It wasn't long before the glass fogged from the heat and she began drawing random things.
Neatly organized bottles sat on the rack on the wall so she picked the fullest one to take from. She hadn't thought to ask for a washcloth so she used her hands to rid herself of the rain smell.
Stepping from the shower, she allowed herself to air dry as she pulled her hair from its bun. Quietly shuffling through the cabinets and drawers for a comb proved to be a difficult task as they all held items that rattled loudly with each moment.
When she finally found one, she washed it off before sectioning her hair to comb through. Thankfully she'd already throughly detangled it to create her bun so it didn't take long. She slipped into the sweatpants and t-shirt, thankful that the shirt was big enough to hide her breasts.
As she exited the bathroom, she loosely tied her hair back to give her edges a break. Micheal's voice lead her to the living room.
She was surprised to see him redressed in work attire. Immediately he turned to watch as she shuffled across the floor to place her clothing near the door.
"Yeah, I will. Thanks." He ended the call, his head dropped to watched as he twirled the device between his hands. "I don't remember saying you could take a shower."
"And yet I did it anyway." She shut down the discussion as she made her way back towards him. He sat on the edge of the couch, his eyes watching her like a hawk as she rounded the couch and took a seat.
"I thought you just wanted dry clothes." He'd yet to remove himself from the edge of the couch.
"Are you complaining?" Vivian chirped, an involuntary smirk on her face as he finally stood from the couch to face her. His hands gripped the back as he leaned over to stare down at her.
"No, but I am confused." The comment caused her to roll her eyes. She raised her hand to wave him off before stopping midair at the look that crossed his face.
"You're testing my patience, Vivian." His tone was dark, letting her know she'd managed to piss him off again.
"Come on, stop being a baby. Obviously it's just a habit." Vivian knew it was really because she loved to see him so fired up. Part of her knew it would lead to an intense makeout session while the other simply liked seeing him riled up.
"Well you need to break it before..." he stopped himself from continuing his sentence and instead turned to begin making his way upstairs.
"Before what? Micheal!" She called after him as she hopped up to jog up the numerous steps. Like usual, he moved faster and managed to get to the top before she could make it halfway.
"It's not good to run from your problems." She once more teased as she reached the top.
"Go home, Vivian." The slamming of the door let her know he didn't want to continue the conversation anymore but she followed nonetheless.
Knocking on the door proved useless as she waited for him to speak behind the wood. Opening the door, she knew immediately it was his bedroom from the unmade bed and clothing laid on the floor.
"Micheal. Future politicians shouldn't live in such disarray." Vivian stopped her giggling at the silence of the room. Usually, he'd have broken by now but the silence scared her.
"Micheal?" She called softly. Knocking on the bathroom door, she pressed her ear close. "Are you dead?"
"God dammit, Vivian!" He yelled after pulling the door open so swiftly it bounced against the wall and came swinging back closed. She jumped back at his menacing demeanor- this Micheal one she hadn't seen.
"Come here." The harsh grip on her arm left no room for struggle as he yanked her into his chest. "What do you want from me, huh?"
"I was kidding. I'm sorr-"
"No. No, you're not sorry. You like when I get angry, don't you? That stupid fucking smirk because you know you'll get exactly what you want. Say it!" He growled as he harshly grabbed her jaw, his grip bobbling her head with each word.
Vivian's head swirled as she tried to comprehend how quickly things had escalated. Her stomach was filled with butterflies and her pussy throbbed at the anger in his tone. He was right. She loved when he got angry.
"I like it." She meekly confessed, a sudden submissiveness overcoming her being.
"I know, I know you do." Micheal's eyes frantically searched her own before he used his grip to pull her towards the dresser. Standing behind her, he gripped her jaw once more and forced her to look at them in the mirror.
"Look at you. Even now you're enjoying every second of this, aren't you?" The command in his tone paired with the warmth of his breath on her ear had her panting.
"Miche-"
"Don't say my name," he squeezed her jaw, "answer the question. You like this, don't you?"
His other hand wrapped around her waist, his body now flush against her back. Vivian desperately wanted him to trail his hand down her stomach and into her pants, but she couldn't bring herself to ask for it.
"Yes." She cried as she squeezed her thighs to soothe the throbbing.
"What should I do with you, Vivian? What do you want from me?" Micheal spoke softer, almost teasingly, as his thumb ran across her bottom lip. His stare on her in the mirror was hard and she found herself unable to look away from the erotic scene.
Her breathing was heavy and he could surely hear her panting like a dog. Vivian wasn't sure what to say. In all her years of life, she'd never experienced something so erotic yet she knew she didn't want to let this moment pass her by.
"Whatever you want." She tried but was met with a humorless chuckle. The hand that was on her waist fell before she cried out at the harsh sting of a slap to her ass.
"I said what do you want, Vivian. You've got such a smart fucking mouth any other time. Scared?" The taunt was topped off with him using his grip on her chin to wave her head side to side.
Vivian knew now was the time to release her unspoken desires. There was no other man she'd been this hungry for and now was the time to let it be known. She stared at him deeper in the mirror, his eyes reflecting the same hunger she held.
"Use me. Fuck me, please." She croaked in desperation.
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