Pure Moxie

Chapter 19| Apology(18+)

(Vonnes POV)

He's so...

"So say it." He said with such lust as he leaned in to kiss on my neck and feel on my thighs and ass in the process. My breath started to quicken as I got nervous.

"S-say what...?" I asked stupidly.

"What you're sorry for..." I felt his soft lips move against my neck.

Fuck I'm a mess...

"I'm sorry for....skipping out on work..." I started to trail off as I felt his huge hands slide up to my thong. I started to tremble lightly.

"Mhm..." he groaned as he kissed down my chest.

"And...I'm sorry for thinking that I didn't need you when I needed you all alon-" Mr. Z instantly gripped my ass roughly and picked me up while my legs were still wrapped around him. Afterwards, he rushed towards his desk, swiping everything off in a fast ass motion before roughly slamming me on it.

He smashed his lips against mines while unbuckling his belt in the process. Everything was happening so fast that I didn't even notice that he took my panties off already whilst getting ready to enter inside of me.
He pulled my bra cups to the side so that my boobs would spill out.

"Fuck you're so sexy.." he growled.

I bit my lip and lowered my eyelids.

"You too..daddy." I said seductively. I was really surprised at what I said because that's the first time I've ever called him that. The way he was looking at me said it all and just like always I had to take the risk in turning up the moxie as always.

I sat up on my elbows while keeping eye contact with him. Then, I spread my legs and pulled my knees up close to my chest a little bit so that my folds could spread open. He was huffing and puffing quietly as he watched me give him a little show.

I then slowly laid my heel on his shoulder, watching him slowly grab my ankle then proceed to travel his lips slowly down my leg while looking at me. I soon let his hand travel down my stomach but before he got to my clit an idea popped up in my head. I grabbed his hand causing him to stop everything he was doing.

"Can I at least give you a little dance before we seal this apology?" I asked.

He looked me up and down a small smirk formed on his face. He backed away, wiping his bottom lip with his finger slowly. He cocked his head to the side as a signal to go through the door that was in the back of the room.

I got down from the desk, dusting off my robe until Mr. Z pulled me in roughly by my waist. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.

"There's no need to fix yourself up if you're just going to end up looking like shit once we're finished." 

"Well that's if you can last long enough before the night is over" he looked kind of taken back at my smart remark but before he could get the last word I walked away.

I opened the door that led to a huge bedroom with a strip pole and a black seat in front of it. My heart fluttered as I instantly got flashbacks of how Mr. Z and I would have wild sex in here. And I mean EVERYWHERE.

Once we both were in the room the lights turned off, leaving the room filled with purple and blue lights. I love it when it does that.

While Mr. Z walked over to his music area I stepped up on the tiny glam stage and held onto the cold smooth silver pole, letting the memories flow back into my mind.

Once the room became invaded with slow R&B music I was in complete bliss. But this time I didn't wanna use the pole...I wanted to use him.

I stared at Mr. Z, admiring his whole body. He was slouched in the black chair with his white button up shirt unbuttoned and open halfway.

Fuck.

He raised his eyebrows as a sign for me to continue and get on with what I'm trying to do but little did he know that I had other plans in store.

As the music continued I began to walk down the steps slowly. In the process, I began to slowly remove my robe from my body until I felt the cold wind hit my back.

I could see in the dim light that Mr. Z's bulge had grew quick. I tried not to smile at it but Mr. Z smirked and slouched more to the point I would have enough room for when I sit on his lap.

The closer I got the wetter and weaker I became. He wasn't staring at my body he was staring straight at me. Once I sat on his lap he didn't move, which made me confused. Usually when I sit on a guys lap they go bonkers and start shaking or just start touching me frantically.

I stopped grinding on his lap and leaned back to balance my hands on his knees. I lightly tilted my head to the side.

"You don't wanna touch me?" I asked him sweetly. He just stared at me with such devil eyes. My stomach started to flutter as I then felt awkward.

"Take. Everything. Off." He suddenly said. Mind you, the music was still playing in the background but I couldn't focus on it anymore. I just froze everything that I was doing to process what he just said.

I guess he grew irritated because he roughly ripped the top piece of my lingerie set in half and threw it across the room. I lightly gasped because I paid $50 fucking dollars for that.

Damn him. Who the hell does he think he is?? I paid for that not him!

I was so busy rattling in my thoughts that I didn't even notice that I was being slammed down on a soft bed. Mr. Z sat up and ripped his shirt open before pulling out some silver handcuffs from out his back pocket.

Oh fuck me...