Song: Toxic by Omido
Chapter warnings: Oral sex (m Receiving) , Slapping, dark possessive thoughts.
Fallon walked through the building of James office. Her Valentino heels clicking against the tiled surface. Her classic look of little black dress with a leather jacket, leaving just enough to the imagination. As she walked the dark red curls bounced behind her. Like a fire threatening to engulf the world. Fallon always walked with confidence, its easy to do so when you've tasted power at your feet.
Never have been in James office by herself, her arrival turned some heads. Men staring in gawk and women in annoyance. Who is that tamed the biggest playboy in New York? Rumours of them together started circling around like a cloud of doom. She walked up to the lift and pressed the button to summon the lift. When the doors opened, Steve was standing grinning at his phone like a school boy. The ding of the elevator made him look up.
''Fallon!'' Placing his phone in the pocket he smiled at her. The little golden boy.
''Hi Steve'' She smiled back at him and shoved her hands into her leather jacket pockets.
''Come to see James?'' He wiggled his eyebrows a little bit.
''Yeah... Is he in his office?''
''That he is'' Steve stepped out of the elevator and held the doors open so they wouldn't shut, and Fallon walked in.
''Thanks'' Fallons dark red lips curled into a smile.
''Have fun'' Steve let go of the elevator door and they shut between them.
Steve sighed and rubbed his face, while he walked off, he shook his head. He knew that his best friend has fallen in too deep. He warned him, that the devil has a pretty face, and James fallen into its trap.
Fallon made it to the top floor and the elevator doors slid open with a ding.
James secretary stood up at the sound of the elevator, not expecting any visitors. She was blonde, tiny little pencil skirt adored her curvy figure, perfectly manicured pink fingernails, her fairly sized rack shoved into a white blouse that was a size too small. The type of person you would see on tv adverts for jobs. Fallon tried hard to hide her grimace, if she rolled her eyes one more time today they might just get stuck there.
''Oh... Miss Alarie...'' She spoke, her voice was sickly sweet with a hint of raspiness to it. ''Mr Barnes is just in the middle of a conference call - he doesn't appreciate being interrupted.'' Distain in her voice was evident.
''It's okay, I'm sure he won't mind me waiting inside the office'' Fallon was already half way to the office door.
''Uh... but..'' The barbie assistant started paddling towards Fallon.
Fallon turned around and looked over her shoulder. If looks could kill that would have been the one.
Blondes... its always the blondes...
''If you tell me what to do one more time, your perfectly straight teeth will be having a meeting with the heel of my Valentino boots.''
The blonde stopped in her tracks and gestured for Fallon to enter. ''Of course'' Shock plastered over her features. Just how Fallon liked them. Everyone bows to fear. Not everyone has the power after all.
''Thanks'' Fallon smirked. It was a sarcastic smile not serving to fool anyone.
James looked up as his office door opened. He had a phone pressed to his ear, clearly on a business call. His white shirt was slightly unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up, the many tattoos that tell a story of their own, peaking past the edges. The shirt clung to his muscles, as if this man wouldn't look like a candy in a bin bag. A grin lit up his face with a cigarette dangling between his perfectly plum lips. He watched as Fallons lean figure strutted through the door. ''I will call you back.'' He said suddenly and placed his phone down on the wooden desk.
''Oh you can finish your phone call, I can wait'' Fallon smiled and walked towards his desk, leaning against it just to the right of him.
''Not when my girl is here'' He said and took a drag of the cigarette, smoke tumbling out of his lips like clouds. ''What do I owe this pleasure to?''
''Wanted to make sure you haven't ran for the hills yet'' She fiddled with the edge of the desk for a moment and hoisted herself up onto it, letting her feet dangle. Long fingers reached for the cancer stick, plugging it from his lips before she took a drag. The smoke filling her lungs.
James couldn't help but rake his eyes over her body. The way the little dress slid higher up, almost giving a view of her underwear. The perfect handful of breasts hidden by a thin fabric, evident that once again she hasn't worn a bra. James felt his mouth water at the sight, as her jaw flexed while breathing in the smoke, giving him a view of her slender neck. Fallon had no idea the power she held over him. A man of control and discipline and he would be on his knees in front of her giving it all up.
''Oh you have no idea doll do you?'' He chuckled and placed his hand on her thigh, aching to touch her. Her soft skin sending electricity through him. He was pulled to her like a magnet, unable to keep his hands to himself when she was around.
''Hmm maybe I don't'' She bit her lip and slipped her heel up his calve, as if she could read his protrusive thoughts. She slid her heel further up his thigh and finally in between his legs.
Grunts of pleasure escaped his mouth and he slid down on the chair spreading his long legs out winder. Devilish grin spread across his chiseled features, his tongue peaked out wetting his bottom lip.
''What are you up to doll?''
''Oh just thought I'll repay the favour'' She smirked, taking another drag before handing the cigarette back to him.
''You never have to repay me for anything'' He spoke somewhat breathless, as Fallon kept pressing at his now fully erect cock.
''You might change your mind'' She said and moved her foot away from his crotch, moving herself to the side to be in front of him and slid down on her knees, right in between his killer thighs.
It was like flirting with death. Fallons was familiar with the concept. A man that has killed for her, deserves the pleasures of her body.
Watching her every movement like a wolf looking at its prey. He was captivated by her, in the most mysterious ways. Watching her on her knees right in front of him; he couldn't help but wonder, if she screamed louder in pleasure or pain.
''And what if someone comes in?'' He asked.
''I'll just have to be very quiet'' The trouser button undid with ease, before Fallon moved his trousers out of the way. Rubbing his impressive thickness through the boxers, enjoying watching it twitch under her touch. She finally grasped the edge of the band and lifted them over. His cock sprung out in front of her, all thick against his abdomen, with pre cum already leaking out the tip. Her cherry coloured mouth opened, breathing hot air over it. The sheer size of him still impressed her every time. She let a trickle of saliva slither down his shaft, before she licked over the veins that sprung out over the base.
James took in a sharp breath of air and his mind wondered back to the first night he met her. It was the day he imagined those plump red lips wrapped around his cock. Chocking on him, submitting to him. His cock twitched from the memory of it, and yet he has never asked Fallon to suck him off.
Fallon rubbed at the pre cum leaking tip with her finger and finally let her lips wrap around it. James let out a breathless moan as Fallon started to bob her head up and down. Circling her tongue around the impressive length wanting to burry as much of him in her mouth as she could. Pleasing him was like a drug. Having him moan under her, being consumed by her. She wanted every part of his being to be addicted. If only she knew. She felt strange possessiveness over him, the thought of someone else providing pleasure to him made her feel enraged. She grabbed the base of the shaft stroking the part where her mouth couldn't reach, letting her saliva trickle down it.
James hand found the way into her thick locks, grasping them right at the root. Desperately trying not to slam his hips upwards, but all in vain. That sweet mouth had driven him to a brink of crazy.
''Fuck baby...'' He groaned and tightened the grip on her hair, unable to stop himself from pushing her head down further. Fucking the soft tissue at the back of her mouth like he pleased. Tears stung the edges of her eyes, but she refused to gag, relaxing her throat the best she could.
''You like your mouth being abused, like a little slut?'' Pushing his limits. He's always held back - worked into it slowly, but Fallons eyes always begged for more. More fucking, more darkness, more of him. He wanted to give in, but he was almost scared that she will fear him. Once she does see the true him. She will leave him just like everyone else. He will find her limit and stay there. He can't risk loosing her.
''Mhhm.'' Fallon hummed, with her mouth full of his cock, unable to answer. She looked up at him over her eyelashes, while sliding his impressive length in and out of her mouth. That was a sight to be cherished in his mind forever. Fallon slid one of her hands over his thigh and gripped his balls, massaging and tugging on them.
''Jesus doll...'' He bucked his hips into that sweet mouth of hers, and leant his head back against the chair. This was definitely so much better than he has ever imagined it. The sensation of her lips, the sweet sounds at the back of her throat, the softness of her tongue was indescribable.
Fallons teeth raked over the girth of his cock sending shivers down his back, a few more times and he yanked her head back by the roots of her hair, leaving her scalp stinging. Gripping it tighter he cast his ocean eyes upon her.
''Easy on the teeth doll'' Command not a request.
Fallon bore her teeth at him again to do the exact opposite of what he has commanded. She wanted to push his buttons, push him to the brink and be right beside him. James yanked her head back again, this time harder. His other hand lifted, striking her across the face. Her head whipped to the side, followed by her hair. The sting traveled across her face like hot fire that threatened to consume, all the way in between her legs.
For a moment he wondered if he went too far. Such a fine line between pleasure and pain. At what point does the line blur and become one? For the ordinary, possibly never. For the wicked, It always teeters over the edge, threatening to fall one way or the other.
She looks back at him with a devilish grin. ''You have to hit harder than that pretty boy''
James grasped her chin between his thick fingers, forcing her face to his. He searched her stone eyes for a fickle of doubt but he didn't find it. She looked perfect, and in that moment he wanted to ruin her.
The second strike across the face, the sound traveled like lightning. It stung and then silence. Fallons heavy breathing filled the room again. He grasped her chin forcing her face back. Her cheek was red and hot after the abuse, but the lust in her eyes told James everything he needed to know.
''Open that pretty little mouth of yours, and take my cock like a good slut'' James voice was like a beast in a cage rattling against the bars. He couldn't wait to find out where her limit was. Was it as close to his as he hoped. The excitement made his cock twitch.
Fallon opened her red swollen lips and stuck her tongue out. James spat in her mouth and forced her mouth down over his cock once again. Pushing her head further down, till the tip travelled past into her throat.
''Thats a good girl'' He leant his head back, but couldn't take his eyes off of her. A goddess on her knees, taking his cock down her throat just how he pleased. If heaven was on earth; it must be in Fallons arms.
Fallons head continued to bob up and down, snaking her tongue over the veins that pulsed and her hands found his balls again. Squeezing and tugging on them. Tear stained eyes looked up at him. A sinister grin on his face, pleasure written all over it.
''Ah fuck..'' James bucked his hips deeper into her, his cock twitching. ''I'm gonna cum inside your mouth. You better swallow it like a good girl'' He gripped her hair tighter, sending shooting sensation down her back.
Couple more thrusts and James shot his load inside her mouth. Fallon gasped, but continued to pump him, swallowing everything as she promised. She watched his muscles flex as they always did, that brought great pleasure to her, to watch him unwind and loose control, all because of her. Fall from the edge of sanity. Fallon licked her lips and her eyes met his.
In that moment, she wasn't sure if the sparkle in his eye looked like lust or love.
He leant down and kissed her deeply. Like he wanted to suck her very soul out of her body. It left her breathless, so much more than their extraneous activities.
''I'll take you out for dinner. Then I will take you back to my place and I'll make you cum so many times, you won't remember how to count'' A threat, a promise; she didn't care. She will take all that he has to give.
Fallon clenched her thighs, her pussy was already fluttering begging to be filled. Her scalp and cheek stinging. His mark on her, so she will think about him for the rest of the day.
''I'll pick you up at seven''
''Seven works for me''
''You're not allowed to touch yourself until then. I want you to come apart tonight''
Fallon licked her lips at his promise and stood up. ''I'll count on it'' She leant back against the table and pulled her phone out fixing the edges of her lipstick with the edge of her nail. Her phone buzzed and she read the message without moving.
James stood up, tucked himself back in before he grazed his fingertips over her red cheek. He felt a ping of guilt.
''I'm sorry I didn't mean to hit you so hard'' He frowned concern written all over his face. He never hit women, he wasn't that guy. He prided himself on how he treated women. And yet he had some sort of sick twisted monster inside of him that found pleasure in pain.
Fallon pulled out a little powder and wiggled it in his face. ''I'm not some fragile flower James. I've told you that before, so don't treat me like one'' She said as she powdered her cheek concealing the reddening mark.
James moved a strand of hair from her face and leant in kissing her neck. Taking in the musky scent that she wore. The familiar scent of sickly sweet tobacco. That scent felt like home. He wanted to be consumed by it.
Fallon chuckled against him and ran her long fingers through his hair. She noticed that his hair was slowly getting longer. ''I have a few meetings to attend to''
''Leaving me so soon?'' He pouted as he looked up. A 6'3 man, giving her the puppy eyes. The comedy on her was not lost.
''I've done what I've come here to do.'' Fallon smirked at him.
''I look forward to fucking that bratty attitude out of you later''
Fallon yelped and wiggled out of his hands while giggling. She headed for the door and James followed with a stupid smile plastered on his face.
''Let me walk you out'' James held the door to his office open.
Fallon stepped out into the corridor and James wrapped his arm over her shoulders. Wanting her as close to him as possible. The possessiveness was definitely not his best trait when it came to Fallon.
Michelle, his assistant was watching them closely with a furrowed brow. Jealousy almost seeping out of her pores. James pressed the elevator button to go to the bottom floor. He glanced over his shoulder at Michelle.
''I'll be back in a moment''
''Of course James'' Her voice matching her sickly sweet smile.
Fallon felt her face twitch. Was this jealousy she was feeling? The way the barbie said his name made her insides churn. In that moment Fallon imagined slamming barbies face into the desk multiple times.
The elevator doors shut in-between them.
''Now that's a look that could kill'' James chuckled as he was looking down at Fallon with his ocean eyes.The height difference being very obvious between them.
Fallon tore her eyes away from the metal doors and looked up at him suddenly. ''I don't know what you mean''
James lent down and kissed her gently. ''I've only got eyes for one woman doll''
Fallon felt her heart start hammering in her chest. ''I don't really know what you are implying'' Fallon looked back at the shiny doors, as the little numbers above her head descended. This relationship, as Natasha called it, was becoming more and more real. Fallon started to wonder if she just had commitment issues or just straight up trust issues.
A proper relationship was something that Fallon never had. Fuck buddies sure. But never anything serious. What did that even look like? Dating one of the richest and most powerful men in NY could have its perks. But this felt a lot more than a simple business transaction. The butterflies that haunted Fallons stomach when she was near him had to mean something. The gravitational pull of her soul towards his. She was consumed by him and tasted the same darkness, that she had within her. She craved more. So much more.
James frowned as he watched her. He could tell that her mind was running at a hundred miles per hour. ''Doll...'' He tilted her chin towards him with his finger. Making eye contact with her stone coloured eyes ''I want it to be just us. I'm serious''
''Bold coming from the most notorious play boy in New York'' Fallon almost punched herself in the face as soon as the words left her mouth.
James grumbled and pulled the stop button on the elevator. It halted to a stop making Fallon wobble. She shoved her hands into her leather jacket pocket and started fiddling with the lighter inside it.
''Fair, I deserve that'' His voice was annoyed. Deeper in tone. '' However, I have not slept with anyone since being with you in that warehouse''
''I didn't ask''
''You didn't have to'' James turned to face her fully.
Fallon sighed deeply and looked up at him. His ocean blue eyes were a touch darker than their usual breezy colour. She could tell he was angry? Maybe just annoyed.
Those ocean eyes, that she could drown in.
''I believe you''
Fallon pulled her hand out of the leather jacket and reached over pushing the stop button back in. The elevator jutted and started to decent once again. The lift reached the bottom floor and pinged open. Fallon stepped out with James at her heels following her to her car that was parked at the front of the office block. She unlocked the GT3 RS and James reached over opening the door for her.
''Thank you'' She said softly and sat into the car starting it. The car roared to life and Fallon licked her lips. Here she was being an asshole for no reason, to a man that was nothing but kind.
James leant into the car and grasped her chin making her face him. ''Call me a play boy all you want, but I'll still prove that I'm worthy of you''
Fallon stared into his eyes, she saw a flicker of hell in them and here she loved them anyway. ''I think its more the other way around.''
She really needed a cigarette at this point.
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James watched Fallon speed down the road and ran his fingers through his hair with a sigh. She was a chaos, and he was being sucked into it wether he wanted to or not. James looked back at his building and found Steve leaning against a wall, arms crossed with a cigarette between his fingers.
James strutted over and motioned for him to hand him one. Steve handed a fresh cigarette to him and watched James light it up with his lighter. Smoke curdling out of his lips in clouds. His sleves still rolled up exposing the muscly tattooed forearms. He shoved his lighter back in the trouser pocket leaving his hand there.
''What are you doing bud?'' Steve asked, concerned.
The chuckle that left James lips was dark. '' Being consumed'' He smiled and looked up at the clouds above his head. ''Totally and utterly fucked''
Steve sighed. ''I warned you ''
''No warning could have saved me from the force that is Fallon'' James leaned against his building taking a long drag of his cigarette.
''Oh dear..'' Steve patted James shoulder. ''Looks like you are in love bud''
James leaned his head back against the brick work and blew the smoke up into the air. ''Looks like I am in love...'' James smiled.
A/N: Pls comment and like! I want to hear your thoughts good and bad.