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megamindsecretlair · 4 months

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Mr. Black, Part 1

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, dumbass reader, degradation kink, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: Tre is sick and tired of the countless mistakes you make while performing your work duties. You were recently hired and just trying to do your best, but nothing is ever good enough for him.

Word Count: 4,099k

A/N: Listen, Idk what happened. He's barely in 2 mins of the film and it broke my brain. That outfit and that smile was too much for me to handle! Idk how many parts this will be. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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Shit! He was going to kill you. You whined as the numbers swam in your vision. You desperately looked between two invoices, wondering how you were going to solve this before he found out.

Your leg bounced as your nerves unraveled the longer you stared at the documents. Shit! You were done for. Your stupid little job was over before you had even gotten started. Your bottom lip quivered. There was no way you were going to recover from this.

Tre’s heavy footsteps pounded the carpet on approach and your heart dropped into your stomach. Shit!

You pushed the papers on your desk into one huge pile that you’ll painstakingly unravel in the safety of your home. You tapped a few keys on the computer, trying to look busy. He did not need to know that you had been staring at your egregious mistake for the past half hour.

“Do you have that report I told you to do?” Tre asked, once he reached his office.

“Yes, Sir,” you said. You gave him a dumb ass, goofy smile. You handed over the report in a yellow folder. He snatched it from you, not sparing you a glance, and stalked into the office. The door slam made you flinch.

You weren’t even sure why you stuck around this job. You were recently hired to help with the background work stuff while people all around you were getting fired. Tre had been leading that charge.

Ever since you got hired, you wondered if he hated you. He barely said anything to you except to insult your hard work. Look, the workforce was hard, okay? There’s a lot of shit that school or life doesn’t teach you. More often than not, you had to hide your scrolling on Youtube for any kind of help.

Even when he was in a good mood, flashing those pearly whites and that sinful smile, it immediately froze whenever you entered the room. Your good mood would evaporate and then you were falling all over yourself trying to correct whatever the issue was.

His coffee was too cold, too black, too sweet. His blinds were up too high and he had a nasty glare. This report was wrong, that report was wrong. No, this wasn’t the one he wanted. Yes, this was the one he wanted. Run out and get some lunch. Well, you took too long, I don’t want it anymore.

It was exhausting working for the man, but some part of you wanted a crumb of his praise. Just a crumb. You could survive off of it. You knew you sounded pathetic. Your friends and family were getting sick of you complaining about the man.

Your best friend sort of got it. You snuck a picture of Tre one day and showed her. She nearly fell off of your couch when she saw him.

“This? This is your boss?”

Yes, he is seriously your boss. And he was a fucking asshole. Who else would feel absolutely nothing about firing people a few days before Christmas? Christmas! It was your favorite holiday and just thinking about all the tiny traditions made you so giddy, your heart flipped.

Person after person, box after box, floated by your desk looking absolutely miserable. You watched their tortured faces and your heart hurt thinking that all their years of service fit into one tiny box. The tinsel and ornaments decorating the office seemed like cruel mocking reminders that there would be no Christmas cheer for them.

“Get in here, now!” You jerked out of your seat. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The intercom flashed red and then turned off. You hated that damn box. Whatever happened to sending a chat? Way less intrusive and easier on your nerves.

You stood up with your heart racing. The pulse in your neck thumped so painfully, you placed your hand there to try and steady it. Realistically, you didn’t have to tell him about the mistake right now. You just needed a chance to find out what you did wrong.

You smoothed your checkered skirt suit, wiping your sweaty palms on the thick material. El Segundo didn’t get that cold, but the mornings were brutal.

You bit your lip as you approached his office door. You opened it. Tre stood over his desk, one hand on his hip and a paper in his hand. It had to be the report he asked for. You assumed that since it was so late in the evening, that he’d read it first thing in the morning. You had hoped to leave here with a little hope. Not defeated like the past few nights, still not living up to his impossible standards.

All things considered, he was damn delicious. His favorite aesthetic was black. Black shirts, jackets, pants, shoes. The only hint of color on him were his gold chains and glasses. His thick beard complimented his facial structure beautifully. It was an odd mix being both attracted to and afraid of your boss.

“Close the door,” he said.

You followed his command. Shit. You were really in it. Was it your report he was reading? Or did he magically glean that you royally fucked up a fifteen million dollar contract?

Your stomach roiled. You were going to be fucking sick.

You approached the front of his desk like a deer in headlights. There was no room for you to maneuver. It was you, the headlights, and inevitable death. Shit, would you go to jail over something like this?

You twisted your fingers as you stood there and waited for him to acknowledge you. He gave a long sigh and then put the paper down.

“Come here,” he said. His tone was so disrespectful and biting. It was insulting coming from such a pretty man with a soft, ungodly voice.

You rounded his giant desk and stood beside him. He was so huge. Thick muscles bunching the confines of his black suit jacket. You gulped and glanced down. He was looking at your report.

“What does this say?” He asked and pointed to a sentence.

“Due to the natre, er, nature, of the findngs.” Shit. This thing had so many damn typos in it. You typed the damn thing up, distracted, watching all of the people you never got to know walk out of here. Their faces haunted you day in and day out. You shouldn’t care, but well, here you were.

If he had done this at any other time, maybe it wouldn’t have affected you so much. If he fired people around, say…St. Patrick’s Day, then at least people would have an excuse to hide their inevitable drinking.

You looked into Tre’s eyes, an apology ready on your lips, but he was fuming. He was usually so calm and collected, firing people with an ice cold exterior. To see so much passion in him now…you were in deep shit. Without a paddle.

He reached across his desk and plucked out a red pen. “I want you to sit here and highlight all of the mistakes you made. And you better find them all,” he said.

Your shaking hand reached out for the pen. He held it away. “All of them.”

He held out the pen once more and you took it. Tre sat down in his chair and motioned for you to proceed. You spied the chair on the other side of the desk, but you didn’t get the sense that you were allowed to get comfortable while you did this.

You licked your dry lips and leaned over slightly. Page by page, you hunted your mistakes with the red pen. You circled all of the typos you made. Good god, there were so many of them.

Tre sat like a silent specter. His disapproving eyes burned your back as you searched the document. At the end, you were appalled that you let so many slip through. The fuck was wrong with you?

“Count them,” he said.

Shit, shit. You couldn’t handle this fucking stress. “I am so sorry–”

“Count. Them.” You glanced at him. Besides the fire in his eyes, he seemed calm and a little disinterested. Like he was already bored of this shit and wanted you to hurry up.

You took a deep breath. He was only a man. You needed this stupid fucking job, but you will not be treated like this for much longer. Fuck his praise. And fuck him. No man, no job was worth this bullshit. You were going to find a nice quiet job somewhere.

You counted the circles. Like bubbles of misery. “Twenty-four,” you said. At least your voice was strong, giving no hint to your frazzled nerves. Though, the more you thought about it, the less nervous you felt. You were so going to type up your two weeks notice tonight. Fuck this cheerless company.

“Do you have any clue what it’s like trying to do my job but all I can focus on is your shitty ass mistakes? A toddler can type better than you,” he said.

You gasped. Such a fucking asshole. “Everyone makes mistakes,” you pointed out. For fuck’s sake, you weren’t decoding international secrets. The occasional, okay this instance many, typos should not warrant a trip to the principal’s office.

“I spend more time correcting your mistakes than trying to turn this company around. The least you can do is be a competent assistant. Your job is to assist,” he said.

“All you can see is my mistakes instead of all the other shit that I do!” You fired back. Shit. His eyes narrowed and you swallowed, but you weren’t going to hold back. Whether you quit or got fired, you were saying goodbye to him so what the hell did anything matter?

“I bend over backwards to do everything for you! Do you know how many times I’ve had to fix my nails as I run around here doing everything that pops into that meaty ass head of yours? Fix your computer, get you coffee, charge your fucking phone. I was hired to do assistant work, not become your personal maid. The least you can do is treat me with some fucking respect!”

A weight lifted from your chest. You took deep, heaving breaths and felt lighter than you ever had. Even before taking this soul sucking job.

“Bend over,” he said quietly.

“What?” You asked.

Tre stood to his full height. Not quite reaching six feet, but close enough. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and then slipped it off, revealing a black, long sleeved shirt. He rolled up the cuffs.

“I’m spank that tight ass you keep taunting me with for every mistake you have on that report,” he said.

Whoa, what? “Did you not hear what I said?” You asked. You watched as inches of his forearm were revealed. Shit, this shouldn’t be so hot. But it was. Your mouth ran dry for entirely different reasons.

“Every word. Bend. Over. It’s a simple instruction to follow,” he said. The sleeves were at his elbow now.

You barely thought about it. You bent over the desk, breasts pressing into the coolness of his desk. You felt him slide behind you. His thick hands rubbed over the fabric of your dress. He squeezed the fleshiness of your ass and you softly huffed.

“Count out every mistake,” he said.

Smack! Red hot fire bloomed on your right ass cheek. “What the fuck,” you gasped.

“Count it, or we start over,” he said.

“One,” you immediately said. Was this really happening?

Smack! Shit, it really was. “Two,” you gasped again, trying to fight off a moan. Your pussy ached with each subsequent hit. And he was not going easy on you. Each smack was severe, making you reach up on tiptoes to escape it.

He wouldn’t let you. His hand found your ass in any way you had it displayed for him. No two smacks were similar. Some were harder than others. He never hit the same spot twice. Your ass was a mosaic of pain. Heat bloomed in tiny flickers. There was no way you were going to sit down after this.

“Fifteen,” you ground out. Your ass sought his hands, relished each smack he delivered. Your mind turned blissfully fuzzy. Nerves melting away until it was a tiny puddle at your feet. Fuck. You were so turned on and your panties were ruined. Soaked.

Your clit throbbed in time with the flickering heat on your ass. And he continued to smack it. Your ass jiggled after each one. Your feet scrambled for purchase.

“Twenty-two,” you cried out. Tears gathered in your eyes.

The final two smacks to your ass were the worst ones. He had been hiding that strength this entire time. He smacked you like he was truly punishing you for all of the mistakes on the report. You shuddered to think what he would do when he found out about the contract.

He had maintained a professional demeanor throughout it all. He hadn’t spoken, except with soft grunts as the force of his smacks met your ass. He rubbed your booty and you moaned from the white hot pain. How the hell were you going to get home after this?

Tre lowered the zipper on the back of your dress and you whimpered. What more could he fucking do right now?

The answer to that was swift as he pushed the edge of your skirt up and over your wide hips. He groaned with a soft, “fuck”, as he revealed your racy black panties. The lace was sheer with tiny flower designs woven into it.

“I knew hiring you was a fucking mistake. Can’t even focus on shit around here,” he said. Though it seemed like he was talking to himself.

“I thought you hated me,” you whispered. You wiped the wayward tears from your face.

“You and these fucking outfits,” he answered back. He rolled your panties off of your damp pussy. He bent with it, so his breath trailed the back of your thighs and legs. He kissed his way back up. Plump lips placed soft kisses to your thighs and ass. Pain bloomed from his recent spanking and you moaned and moved away. He straightened and pulled your hips back.

He smacked your bare ass this time. The wet sound was loud and lewd. You prayed that everyone was gone for the day. There was no way that these flimsy ass walls had good sound proofing.

“Fuuuuuck,” you moaned out.

“That’s for being such a fuckin’ tease,” he said. His hands left you, going to his own fly as you heard the zipper and the frantic huffs as he hurried to free himself.

“I wasn’t–”

“You know you were. Bending over every chance you got. Smiling every time I fuckin’ saw you. Wearing these outfits you know are not professional,” he said.

He settled back behind you, groaning as you assumed he pumped himself. Fuck, you wanted to see. You looked back at him. Oh, that was a mistake. His head was thrown back, his arms moving jerkily as he pumped his thick length with his hand.

Your pussy clenched as you watched him. You bit your lip at the sheer ecstasy on his face. You didn’t want to speak and interrupt him. While it was true that you dressed up a little more than your coworkers, these outfits were appropriate. You didn’t show unnecessary cleavage and your skirts were decent lengths.

Okay, maybe they went a little too high. But you spent most of your time behind a desk, who was really going to notice? It was better than the bland ass, off the rack looks these other girls wore. It was like they all shopped at the same, ugly ass store. Why should you be bland like them?

You were fucking gorgeous. And wearing pretty outfits made you feel beautiful and comfortable. You loved your heels. Why should you keep all that shit in the closet to make basic bitches feel nice? Fuck ‘em.

Tre rubbed the tip of his dick through your wet folds. You nearly buckled. Your knees collapsed and Tre roughly grabbed your hip to make you stand upright.

You rested your cheek against the cold desk. The coolness helped cool off some of the heat burning through you. You moaned as his tip brushed against your clit. “Please,” you whispered.

“Please what?” He asked.

“Please, fuck me. I need it,” you moaned. God, it had been too fucking long since you got fucked. Not had sex. Got fucked. You had decent situationships in the past. Sure, you had fun. But to get fucked, you needed a certain type of man.

He grunted as he shoved inside, stretching you completely. You cried out as he pulled back and shoved back in, getting his dick wetter from your juices alone. “Sweet fuck,” he moaned.

“So fuckin’ wet for me.” He worked himself inside you, pushing into the warm, wet core of you. You were a vice grip on his dick. Welcoming him deeper and more easily with every glide. His fingers dug into your hips.

“From now on, I’m checking over all of your work. If I catch more typos, that’s your ass,” he said.

How the hell could he expect you to listen when he was buried so deep inside of you, you were pretty sure with one more shove that he would hit your G-spot? You pathetically whimpered as his movements grew slippier. He slid in and out with more ease than before.

His thrusts turned sharper. Each one shoved you against the desk. The hard plane of the desk shoved into your stomach. The pain was barely a thought.

“Oh yes, yes,” you moaned.

“Takin’ this dick well,” he moaned. His thrusts increased. Barely giving you time to breathe in between each one. They were powerful and unrelenting. The desk rattled. His thighs pushed into yours, trapping you against the desk as he pounded into you. His hands around your hips were bruising. He had you slightly lifted, so your feet slightly dangled off of the ground. He supported you easily.

The minimal praise from him made your heart soar and your pussy flutter. “Oh, you like that shit, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” you moaned.

“Tell me you like it then,” he said.

“I like it,” you said.

“Like you mean it,” he said and gave another savage thrust that made you see stars.

The desk made an intrusive knocking sound in time with his thrusting. That’s how hard he was fucking you.

“Oh shit, I’m cumming,” you moaned. Your belly flipped as your orgasm built and built.

“Let it go, then,” he said.

You cried and whimpered as you came.

“Mhm, let it go. Let it go. Mhm, feeling all of that,” he cooed while you came, stars going off like bombs in your weak vision. Your head swam. Your vision winked in and out. You were bliss personified, cumming with a type of euphoria you didn’t know existed.

You squeezed his dick as you came. “Get that shit nice and creamy,” he said.

He continued to pound into you, fucking any last remnants of your orgasm out of you. He was so hard and thick, sliding in and out and wrenching every little sound he could out of you.

Wet smacking and the rattle of his thrusts filled the room with a harmony you wanted on repeat forever. You were creamy for him. Needy for him. Needy for the way that he could fuck you stupid and you thanked him for it.

You managed to look back at him. Again, his head was thrown back. The wide expanse of his neck pulsed with a thick vein you wanted to lick. Sweat dripped down into his shirt. His sleeves were still rolled up. He was power and strength. Thick in every sense of the word.

Broad shoulders, soft beard, and those glasses. Good god, you loved those glasses on him. That wide smile of his. His rich, midnight skin. You could spend hours licking every inch of him and it wouldn’t nearly be enough.

He was lost in you, lost with his dick pumping into you. Watching how you were making him feel, another orgasm built. It climbed its way to the surface, whisking you away to the stars again. Shooting through the universe with nothing to hold you down. Nothing to keep you anchored. You just floated like stardust around the cosmos.

“Oh fuck, please,” you moaned. You didn’t know what the fuck you were saying. You were mumbling and moaning, unaware of anything but his hands on your hips. His dick inside you. His balls slapping your clit. Your hand moved behind you seeking his body. His thrusts were too much.

You pushed against him. You didn’t want him to stop. Just for him to ease a bit. Your swollen clit was sensitive as hell. You weren’t sure if you had another orgasm in you. It was too soon and his punishing pace was going to literally fuck you stupid in a minute.

“Move that fuckin’ hand before I do,” he spat.

“But…Sir…” He was fucking the air out of you. You couldn’t breathe. “Fuck, please.”

True to his word, he grabbed the hand that you were trying to push him away with. Your left hand was twisted behind your back as he leaned forward, deepening his strokes.

It turned harsher, fucking you into the desk. He’d fuck you through it if he could. His moans turned desperate.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned. “Take this nut.”

He groaned as he unleashed his climax inside of you. He filled you with his cum. His dick twitched and pulsed against your spongy walls as his cum was fucked into you. Still he moved, still he pounded into you like he was trying to prove something.

His hips faltered as he sputtered the last of his cum. He buried himself to the hilt and a shiver ran through him. Your frantic breathing matched his as he slowly pulled out of you.

Fuck! You were fucking sore! A hundred baths wouldn’t soothe this shit. A moment later, his cum slipped out of you and you moaned. Well shit. No condom. Luckily, you were on the pill but still. You shouldn’t be so fucking horny that you didn’t talk about these things.

However, after getting fucked the way you just did, you’d happily accept his cum. Many times over.

His cum leaked out of you, sliding down your pussy and legs. He groaned, leaned down, and spread your ass cheeks just to watch.

“Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy,” he said. He pushed two fingers inside and you whimpered. He grunted one last time and removed his fingers.

He grabbed a few tissues off of his desk and started to clean you up. You hissed when he hit a sensitive spot. He kissed your ass and legs as he cleaned up. “So fuckin’ pretty. So fuckin’ beautiful,” he soothed as he cleaned.

You were a shaking mess. Your legs could not support you. He chuckled as he finished. He pulled his pants up first. You heard the slide of his belt buckle. Then, he pulled your panties up to cover your ass. Next, he lowered your skirt and fixed the zipper.

You were too weak to move from your spot. Too weak to stand up and say or do anything. You laid there in amazement. He helped you up and then steadied you while he lowered you into his chair. His chair.

He got to work, righting various knick knacks on his desk. He moved a tiny Christmas snow globe on his desk that you had brought him on the first day. He had raised his eyebrow at you, told you that you couldn’t bribe your way to a good start, and disappeared into his office. You thought he had thrown it away. You were too nervous to notice anything when you came into his office. Just his disapproving eyes and smug smirk.

He moved the report back into the yellow envelope and closed it. He turned around and rested his ass against the desk. He tapped the file with his long fingers. “Be sure to correct this. We’ll go over it first thing in the morning.”

You glanced at him. “Yes, Sir,” you said with a hoarse voice. Fuck, your throat hurt. Everything hurt. He smirked as if he were reading your thoughts.

Yeah, a merry Christmas to you too, mu’fucker.

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miyuhpapayuh · 11 months

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The faces of Mocha.

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tastingmellow · 3 years

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Hey y’all! This is just a reminder! I’m still taking headcanon requests! The ones I haven’t done yet I’ll start again tomorrow! ❤️

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twistedcharismaaa · 5 years

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The Boring are the Most Interesting Pt. 2

Summary: You have been dealt an unfavorable hand and you’re trying to make the best of it. Maybe your new roommate Trevante can help you with that?

Author’s Note: Hi guys! I hope you guys had a great week! I just want to say thank you to all of you that liked, commented, and reblogged. I have officially decided to make this into a series. Most importantly, I would like to say thank you to all of you who personally reached out to me and shared your stories. I appreciate all of you and I love all of you dearly. I do have more information about Lupus on my page if you guys are interested. It is tagged under #Lupus #LupusWarrior and etc. I hope you guys enjoy! If you like sappy and romantic stories this one is for you!

Rico knocked on Tia’s apartment door and waited impatiently. He was agitated at the fact one of his fellow teammates requested a tour of Charisma’s apartment. It was an understatement to say that the school’s football team was wild and rowdy. So it was completely bizarre for him to be interested in living with a girl who was reserved and ill. He already informed Tia that Charisma wasn’t going to be with him to drop off the boxes. He decided to hold off on sharing the Trevante news for now until he was able to speak with her in person.

What seemed like an eternity to Rico, Tia finally opened the door. Rico was greeted with a half-smile that didn’t linger for very long. Rico noticed that her eyes were puffy and red. Rico entered her bare, messy, and unorganized apartment. He quickly placed Tia’s boxes on the ground and sat beside her on the pallet on the floor.

“Hey ex-lover,” he said while playfully nudging into her.

“Hey. Thank you for bringing the boxes,” she replied while starting to open them.

Rico gently grabbed her hands and kissed them.

“Wassup with you? You know you can still talk to me. I’m still mad as fuck. But you’re still my baby even when you don’t want to be.” he said sweetly.

“I-I received another rejection letter through my email. Rico, I’m working two bullshit retail jobs and it’s not doing shit for me. I have my degree and my certifications but that’s not enough. They want me to at least have two years of experience. Two years of experience is literally the only thing that’s holding me back …. me and Charisma back matter of fact. You know the insurance company called? If I don’t come up with this money within the next week they’re going to cut her off. Her lungs can’t take another hit. Rico, I can’t take another hit.” she responded.

Tia began sobbing uncontrollably into Rico’s arms. Rico pulled her in closely and held her securely.

“We gonna hold it down. Don’t worry about shit baby. Just let me handle it?” Rico replied.

Tia began to quiet herself. She looked up at Rico and smiled. The smile that crept across her face this time was genuine and loving.

“We can’t tell her ok?” Tia said softly.

Rico hesitantly nodded and kissed her deeply.

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It has been about two weeks since you and Tia have had an actual conversation. There was a lot of miscommunication happening between the both of you. You told her that you did luckily find a new roommate but you neglected to tell her the details on who it was. And Tia failed equally to tell you what was going on in her life. You were just left with your imaginations and your assumptions. You told yourself to be understanding and accommodating to her needs but her being insanely busy and short with you was growing old. You tried to look at all of the factors in the equation to help to keep your emotions at bay. Tia was in the process of moving into her new apartment, she was working, and she was taking care of you. You knew your sister was doing what she had to do but what you truly needed was her. A stranger was moving in with you and a fine stranger at that. You kindly asked Rico to let you be the one to give all the details later. After countless days of bickering with him last week you finally came to an agreement. The deal was that Rico could make “wellness” checks whenever he wanted. You knew for a fact that today would be his first one.

Today is the day that Trevante officially moves in. He had been gradually moving his things into his bedroom. You were proud of yourself for not snooping through his things while he was away. You knew you were infamously unlucky so being nosy would not work in your favor. You cleaned your apartment and lit a candle or two to keep the air smelling sweet. You put extra effort into your appearance since you weren’t feeling the best. Your left knee was achy and slightly swollen. It took you no time to develop a subtle limp. You couldn’t deny there was a part of you that thought all of this effort would end up in vain. He probably wouldn’t be around much to even notice you or your endeavors. You were looking for a friend and you would most likely end up with a roommate.

You heard a knock at the door and began approaching it. You opened the door casually.

“Aye, wassup baby girl? I couldn’t use my key cause I got all this shit in my hands. I wasn’t trying to make two trips.” Trevante said.

You found yourself lost in his smile and his presence alone. His muscles flexed boldly as he carried his belongings to his bedroom. His fragrance was intoxicating.

“No, you’re fine. I wouldn’t want to make two trips either,” you answered.

Out of your nervousness, you began walking towards your bedroom.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it then.” you continued.

“Aye, where you going so fast?” he asked.

Trevante loved your body in the long yellow maxi dress that you were wearing. He loved how it complimented your voluptuous shape. He loved the fact that you weren’t ashamed to show your little tummy. He licked his lips and watched you intently. He also noticed that you were trying to hide the fact you were limping. He wanted you to know that you didn’t have to hide from him. All he wanted to do was make you comfortable around him and he intended to do just that.

“I didn’t want to be in the way of you settling in,” you responded.

“Nah, you never in my way. I got something for you tho. Sit down. I’m going to get it.” he said eagerly.

“Something for me?” you quizzed.

“Mhm. You, you heard right ma,” he said while laughing.

You waited anxiously. Trevante came back within minutes and sat down beside you.

“I noticed your bedroom was kinda bare when you gave me the tour. Like you didn’t have paintings, portraits, pictures or nothing. I wanna add some color in your life if you don’t mind.” he said.

“I’m open to that.” you smiled.

“Aight, so how do you like this?” he asked while presenting you with a painting.

You studied the painting and admired all of its beauty. You felt as if you saw yourself reflected in the painting. It was almost as if it spoke to you. In the painting, there was a black woman surrounded by love, life, passion, and joy. It was as if the world was waiting for her to join into the festivities but she was trapped in her own mind.

“You painted this for me?” you asked softly while still admiring the painting.

Trevante watched your face soften while tears welled up in your eyes. He could feel the shift in your posture. The vibe in the room suddenly became deeper .. more intimate. All he wanted to do was make you more comfortable.

“I did baby girl. Tell me how you feel about it.” he requested.

“It feels like you see me. Maybe I’m tripping-”

Trevante quickly interjected.

“Nah, you had it right the first time. I see you and I want you to see yourself too. Charisma you are fucking beautiful and I mean that shit. I’m going to finish unpacking and stay off that leg too aight?” he ordered.

“It feels good to be seen,” you whispered to yourself.

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laketaj24 · 5 years

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Sooo if I write a Trevante fic based off my current real life man would y’all read it? I wanna call it Naked. Preview, why not? 🤷🏾‍♀️👀

(Side Note: My man remind of Trevante really. And he inspires me sooo tell me what y’all think or not lol)

His fingers were electric, and the only reason I knew was because I was water. Every time he was around a I felt a surge of energy through me as if every nerve was alive. I sizzled with his currenct and radiated with a force unknown to me until that moment, I called that force hope. He was hope. I know, cheesy. One touch from a guy with brown eyes and my heart jolted with hope but it only took one touch to heal a woman of affliction. One touch is powerful. And no, I’m not saying he is holy.

“You’re doing well.” His playful voice is behind me. The weights were heavy but he had guided them... placing them on my shoulders. “When you lift, exhale.” His hand pressed firmly on my abdomen. What a fucking man.

He moved as if he had a purpose, every step intentional. I aspired to be like him, each step I took barely executed, barely with a purpose.

“Like this.” I done as directed feeling him behind me trying not to faint.

“Good job ma.” He smiled. I couldn’t see it but feel it in his tone.

Y’all interested or nah?

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sunshine-and-bumblebee · 5 years

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All Night

Pairing: Trevante Rhodes x Reader

Inspiration: Loosely based off song No BS by Chris Brown

Word count: 1647

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (female receiving) & fluff

a/n: if you want to be tagged in anything I write just let me know via message or ask. Leave a like or comment (:

You receive a text message from your boyfriend that reads “Baby..(;” at 3:00 in the morning while you’re downtown with your girls. You know exactly what that means...Trevante is home and horny. A smile forms on your face and let out a little laugh. You don’t rush to head over to his place, you’re going to enjoy a couple more minutes with your friends. You finish your drink, say goodbye to them then head outside to wait for your Uber to arrive.

The ride is a short one, he only lives about 5 mins from the bars. When you arrive to his apartment, the door is unlocked so you just go on in. You see Trevante sprawled out on the couch when you open the door, he must have fallen asleep waiting for you. You sneak in and head to the bathroom so you can shower real quick before he wakes up.

You turn the water on to the perfect temperature and get undressed. You step in and have the water run over your hair and down your back for a few moments. You’re humming to yourself a song that is in your head and swaying your hips, while lathering your loofa up with soap and the bathroom door opens up. There is silence for a couple second then the shower curtain opens behind you. He steps in and closes the curtain, your back is still turned to him but you are smiling.

He moves the hair away from your neck to kiss your shoulder then trails kisses to your neck, “Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”

You tilt your head to the other side to expose more of your neck for him to kiss, “I didn’t want to wake you; you looked so cute sleeping there.”

He wraps his muscular arms around your body but you just ignore him. He's still showering you with kisses and you don’t budge one bit or turn around. You proceed to wash yourself and just act like he’s not behind you.

He reaches his arm around you to grab the loofa from your hand while you’re in the middle of scrubbing, “here let me do it, babe. I can wash you.”

You hesitated for a second but allowed him to take it.

He moves your hair over your shoulder, it gives you goosebumps being touched like that and lightly starts to wash your back, moving it in a circular motion. He begins to move down your back with the loofa, you can tell that he is teasing you because he is doing it so slowly. When he gets to your hips, his hands slide around to your stomach and he drops the loofa to the shower floor. You place your hands over his for just a moment and interlock your fingers. Then, his hands start to wander down to your area. You rush his hands to your folds a little quicker because he was just taking to long. Your legs spread in anticipation and you guide his hand in between your legs. Your bodies now melting into each other, his cock pressed up against your ass. You could feel his erection growing by the second. His fingers running over your clit was taking you over the edge, you wanted him here and now. Your head falls back on his chest and your eyes close.

He kisses your cheek and removes his hand from your body and runs it under the water. You turn around to face him and to rinse off the soap from your back. He grabs your face and gives you a quick peck on the lips.

“Rinse yourself off and I’ll met you in the bedroom, so I can finish what I started”, he winks, grabs a towel and step out of the shower.

You exhale sharply, finish rinsing the remaining soap off your body and turn the water off. You wrap a towel around your hair and dry yourself before putting your blue robe on and no panties. You brush out your hair and leave the bathroom.

When you open the door to the bedroom, the lights are off and the only light is from candles that are spread around the room. Your jaw drops at the beautiful sight and a big smile is plastered on your face. You thought you were just going to have slutty sex with your boyfriend but he made it so it was a little romantic for you.

Trevante stands up off the bed and walks towards you with a smirk on his face. The only thing he is wearing are his red boxers and damn does he look good. His abs all tight and his big muscles that made you feel right at home when they were cuddled around you. He kissed your forehead and pulled you close to him by your hips.

He just looked at you like you were the most beautiful piece of art he has ever seen, “are you ready to get back to what we started in the shower?”

You nod.

He turns around, grabs your hand and leads you to the bed. He has you sit on the bed and tells you to lay back and relax and that he would take care of you. You lay back on the bed and get into a comfortable position with your legs bent and he is standing at the edge with desire in his eyes. He slowly pulls your legs apart and licks his lips. He kneels down in front of you, wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. Your breathing is getting heavy in anticipation for what is about to go down. He keeps his arms on your thighs and gently places his tongue on your clit. He licks a line up your slit and you hum in enjoyment.

Oh how you have missed this, his mouth on you, the way he makes you feel and things you want to do to him. He sucks on your clit, your eyes rolls back and you grab ahold of the sheets. Your hips rise to get more friction between you and his mouth, but he is quick to push them right back down. He trails kisses up your slit and places one on each of your thighs, he lifts his head up when he is done to look at you and he just smiles. “You’re so beautiful, you know that.”

Your cheeks became flushed and you smile as he stands back up. He grabs your hands to stand you up in front of him. You look into his eyes as his hands are around your waist, you’ve never been more in love with someone in your life.

He bent down slightly to kiss you and as he pulls away you bite his bottom lip.

“Oh, so that’s how we are doing it!”, he laughs and picks you up with his hands under your ass.

You let out a giggle and wrap your legs around his muscular build.

You grab his face in both hands and you make out. He climbs on to the bed with you still holding on tight to him and hovers over you. His kisses start wandering down to your jaw and neck, he is biting and sucking. You know you will definitely have some marks there tomorrow but you don’t mind it at all.

“Baby, I want you to fuck me.. please”, it comes out as a whisper because you are already so far gone.

He looks up at you through his eyelashes as he leaves kisses all down your chest. He sucks on your nipples just a little and moans are the only sound you can make. The kisses end right above where your underwear would be if you were wearing any.

He climbs off the bed and removes his boxers to expose his erect cock. He grabs you by the ankles and tugs you to the edge of the bed in one swift movement and you wrap your legs around his waist. He lines his cock up with your entrance and pushes himself in nice and slowly just to tease you. He glides in and out a few times, then pulls out almost all the way and slams right back into you. You’re holding tight on to the sheet and can’t keep quiet any longer, “babe.. I’m gonna-”. Before you could finish your sentence your orgasm had hit. Trevante was showing you no mercy, he just kept on pumping in to you. After two more full thrust he groaned and you could feel his warm liquid inside you.

You unwrapped your legs and let them fall limp over the end on the bed. He pulled out and crashed right beside you, and leaned over and kissed you.

“Give me a minute to catch my breath and I will clean you up, okay?”

You nodded and smiled, “I love that you always want to take care of me.”

“That’s what you do for someone you love. And I would be willing to do it forever”, he looked you right in the eyes, grabbed your hand and kissed it, “I really mean that.”

He got up, walked to the bathroom and came back with a wet washcloth and cleaned you up. When he was done he threw the washcloth on the ground, you both got in to your pajamas and crawled in the bed.

You cuddled up against him in those arms that felt just like home, your hand draw circles around his chest and he leaned his head against yours.

“I could stay like this for the rest of my life, with you.”

He felt the smile forming on your face, “how about you move in?”

You lifted your head up to look at him, “I would love that!”

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brokehorrorfan · 6 years

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New Release Review: The Predator

The Predator's intergalactic opening - a rare moment told from the predator's point of view - could be mistaken for a clip lifted from the latest Guardians of the Galaxy. A giant spaceship races through the space before crashing on Earth; a classic science fiction trope brought to the screen with the latest CGI technology. It's at this point that the audience is introduced to the world director Shane Black (The Nice Guys, Iron Man 3) has crafted for The Predator, a continuation of the Predator franchise that launched in 1987.

Quinn McKenna (Boyd Holbrook, Logan), a mercenary sniper for the United States government, is in the middle of a mission in Mexico when the crash occurs nearby. With a front-row view of the wreck, he helps himself to a few souvenirs - including a Predator mask - as proof of his extraterrestrial encounter. The stolen goods inadvertently put his autistic son, Rory (Jacob Tremblay, Room), in the line of danger.

Fearing that Quinn knows too much, government agent Traeger (Sterling K. Brown, This Is Us) turns him into a patsy. Quinn is treated as a military mental patient, joining a group of other discharged soldiers who suffer from various issues. After witnessing the predator's destruction firsthand, the ragtag band agree to join Quinn on his mission. Casey Bracket (Olivia Munn, X-Men: Apocalypse), a biologist unexpected called in to help the government, reluctantly joins the cause as well.

Black and co-writer Fred Dekker (The Monster Squad) implement several creative ideas never before explored in the Predator universe, expanding the mythology while paying respect to the films that came before it. (The Alien vs. Predator movies are rightfully ignored.) The recycling of classic lines is unnecessary, but that bit of fan servicing is gratefully taken care of in the first act. Jake Busey (Starship Troopers) - whose father, Gary Busey, starred in Predator 2 - presence serves as another wink to fans.

With Predator taking place in the jungle, 1990's Predator 2 heading to Los Angeles, and 2010's Predators returning to a jungle, The Predator's suburban setting is a welcome change of pace. Black eschews his habit for setting his films during Christmas, instead swapping it for Halloween. While the autumnal backdrop lends itself to a trick 'r treating scene - which ends in the first of several holy-shit moments - the film doesn't have much of a Halloween atmosphere. If a movie goes out of its way to show a sign advertising a Halloween dance, said dance should appear on screen.

The Predator earns its R rating with aplomb. Beyond the crass, humorous dialogue, The Predator is the goriest movie to hit the big screen this year. Some of the CGI is spotty, particularly when it comes to digital blood, but there numerous practical effects shine. The predator itself remains an impressive feat of creature design; even the upgraded predator is unable to improve upon the wow factor of the original.

The film suffers from some choppy editing and a flimsy timeline, which leads me to believe that Black's initial cut ran significantly longer than the 108-minute theatrical version. Perhaps the trims were for the best, as the quick pace maintains momentum. The anticlimactic ending, however, reeks of a rewrite. Incongruous with the smart and explosive action that came before it, the final act feels like a generic Hollywood action movie.

Most of the issues stem from the introduction of the so-called "upgraded predator," a more evolved version of the monster. Although I appreciate the effort to explore uncharted territory, it is wholly unnecessary to introduce an even bigger bad when the predator itself is already a seemingly unbeatable threat. To top it off, the upgraded predator doesn't come off as much stronger than its classic predecessor, particularly with the limp finale.

The Predator continues the franchise's tradition of being fueled by testosterone. There are only two women in the cast - Munn and Yvonne Strahovski (Dexter), who plays Tremblay's mother - but thankfully each of them are portrayed as strong characters. Munn, in particular, has several moments of badassery, although it's hard to buy a scientist being so adept at fighting and firearms.

The soldiers are played by Trevante Rhodes (Moonlight), Keegan-Michael Key (Key and Peele), Thomas Jane (The Mist), Alfie Allen (Game of Thrones), and Augusto Aguilera (Chasing Life). War movies often struggle to develop an ensemble cast of grunts, but The Predator does so well; arguably even better than the original Predator. Each character has their own quirks and is given several opportunities to shine.

Tremblay's character being on the spectrum is handled gracefully - although it's only included to advance the plot - but the same cannot be said Thomas Jane. His character has Tourette's with the stereotypical tic of swearing at random, which is used solely as a conduit for cheap comedy. It leads to some admittedly funny moments, but it's a poor representation of a serious disorder. It's also a waste of Jane's immense talents, although he thankfully has a tender moment later in the film.

The Predator offers too many laugh-out-loud moments to count. No single character serves as the comedic relief; everyone has their share of funny lines. Key is a natural when it comes to comedy, and his character is written to be a jokester, but Sterling and Tremblay unexpectedly get some of the biggest laughs of the movie. As with any comedy, it may not hold up upon multiple viewings, but there is nary a dull moment upon first watch.

The Predator is a flawed but fun return to the Predator universe. Black clearly respects the franchise and its fans - lest we forget, he acted in the original Predator - but his effort remains accessible to newcomers with no knowledge of the prior installments. The plot devices don't always click, and the last act leaves a bit to be desired following such a solid set-up, but the nearly nonstop action, laughs, and bloodshed are enough to overlook most of the missteps.

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Mr. Black, Part 7

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FLUFF. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), use of sex toys, spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, minor D/s elements, dumbass reader, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: Tre is in the hot seat with your friends as they ask their questions. Taking you all to brunch, Tre does well. But he also has some ideas about punishment that you weren't prepared for.

Word Count: 4,671k

A/N: I heard it was our favorite Mr. Black's birthday yesterday! I wanted to post this yesterday, but well, had to work around my family. The focus was on these two, so no updates about the company thief. Will they be found out in the next chapter? Dun-Dun! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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“Sir, please!” You moaned. You stood by your front door, hands on the wall and ass tucked out. Tre had your panties half down your legs and was aggressively fingering you. His fingers flicked over your clit and you were a fidgety mess. You twitched and jerked and quivered. Your legs were jelly.

There was a small mirror in the foyer area and you bent your head back to look at Tre. He lifted his eyes at the same time and licked his lips. You groaned. “Pleeease,” you moaned.

“I decided that I was still a little hurt that you hadn’t told your friends about me,” Tre said.

“I apologized for that!” You said. Your wedges were wobbling so badly that you thought your ankle would give out.

“I know. But I didn’t punish you properly for it,” he said.

“Oh god. Oh god,” you chanted.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” he said.

“Shit!” You cried out. You were close. Entirely too close and you didn’t know how much longer you could last. Your moans increased in volume and Tre slowed down. “Nooo!”

Tre chuckled and grabbed the vibrator from the table behind him. He moved it in your essence, rolling the vibrator around your dripping pussy and then slowly pushed it in. He fucked you with it. The vibrations drew a ragged moan from your lips.

You sniffled, runaway tears leaking down your face. Your friends were gonna worry about you if it looked like you had been crying for different reasons. It was already difficult to get through this lunch in one piece. Now you had to do it with a vibrator in your pussy controlled by Tre.

“Sir, please,” you cried.

Tre sighed and pushed the vibrator inside. He leaned down and kissed both of your cheeks and then stood up, replacing your panties. He turned the vibrator off and pulled you into a standing position. He fixed your dress and turned you around to face him.

He looked edible in a black sweater and black jeans. His black boots were laced up and you knew he also wore black socks. One of these days, you would ask why he loved the color so much. You had your favorite color too, but to exclusively wear it? You didn’t know if you could.

He kissed your cheeks and smiled at you. “I’ll wait if you need to fix your makeup. But I think you look sexy as fuck like this,” he said.

He licked his fingers and you watched his mouth work up and down as he licked up every drop of your arousal. You turned around slowly and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your teary eyes smudged your makeup a little, but not in an obvious way. It gave you a mysterious misty look that was pretty hot.

“This is so unfair,” you said and sniffled, walking towards the bathroom to grab tissue and blow your nose. You should put on flats or sandals. There was no way you’re walking in wedges like this. But you knew Tre would be upset. He loved the way heels made your legs look.

You walked back to the front door. You grabbed your purse and Tre let you leave first. He drove to the brunch spot that you were meeting your friends at. Your stomach roiled thinking of this meeting. This blending of your two lives. It was killing you.

You expected to get the third degree from your friends. You were prepared for that. You were not prepared for how Tre would act. Would he be upset at their questions? Cavalier? Your friends were known for being wild.

Tre didn’t seem like he belonged in your world. Down with the regular folk and people trying to get by. He seemed larger than life. Like he existed on an entirely new plane of existence.

“You’ll be alright,” he said. He kissed your cheek as he let you out of the car and held your hand as you walked to the entrance. A host there asked for the reservation name. Tre made it under his and soon you were seen to a table. You were the first to arrive so you ordered drinks for the table, knowing exactly what your girls wanted. Maybe if they saw the free drinks, they’d be a little nicer to Tre.

You already told them to be nice several times in the group chat. But those bitches liked to have selective hearing.

Your fingers tapped on the table as you kept looking behind you for your friends. You couldn’t even look over the menu.

The vibrator coming to life made you shriek and jump in your seat. “Hey!” You whispered to Tre.

The place was jumping with a lot of people who had the same idea. New and interesting dishes were coming out of the back like strawberry shortcake pancakes and fish ‘n grits. You looked around as if people could hear the vibrator going off. You placed your hand on the booth seat to see if it was vibrating.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” Tre said. He sipped on a mimosa and placed his arm behind you in the booth. He had rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and then your mind started drifting. Thinking of when he’d finally allow you to cum. You’d have to work out a rule against claiming punishment after something had already been negotiated. If he could change his mind at any moment, you’d have to get something in return.

“I know,” you said.

“I’ve already spoken to Ka’ron and she was nothing but nice,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, that’s that twin sign in her. Don’t let it fool you,” you said.

Moments later, your friends Ka’ron and Sasha, approached the table. Both were stunning in casual outfits that complimented their skin tone. Ka’ron kept it simple in a jumpsuit while Sasha wore a dress like you.

Already, they had matching looks of disapproval. Tre scooted out of the booth and held his hand out. He introduced himself and shook both of their hands. “Please, have a seat,” he said.

Sasha broke first, looking at you with a knowing smirk. But she schooled her features and eyed Tre up and down. Ka’ron was harder to read. You had no idea what they talked about when Tre called her with an outlandish request.

Sasha scooted in and took her place while Ka’ron sat at the end. Tre sat back in the booth and kept his eyes trained on Ka’ron. It was like they were two prizefighters sizing each other up. Who was going to break first? Who was going to swing first?

Sasha got your attention and mouthed, “Damn”. You smiled, appreciating that she acknowledged that you did pretty fucking well all things considered.

“Well, now that we all know each other. Let’s look at these menus,” you said. You picked yours up and tapped a random item. Nutella pancakes. Ehh.

Ka’ron and Tre were still staring each other down. Your friend had a perfect bitch face. Tre only had a small smile on his face like he was enjoying this.

“I’m glad you found the place, okay,” Tre said. You sighed, thankful that he broke first.

“Almost didn’t. The place is completely black on the outside,” Ka’ron said.

“Part of the charm I think. No one outside gawking,” Tre said.

“I got your favorite drinks,” you said, trying to break through some of the tension between them. Ka’ron melted a little, grabbing her mimosa and sipping it.

Sasha accepted her Tequila Sunrise with a happy smile. “Okay! They made a good one,” she said.

“So how did you two meet? You said you’d explain, so start,” Ka’ron said, finally turning her attention to you.

You sighed and began, telling them that you met him while at work. It was hard for you to explain that he was both your boss and your boyfriend. Sasha’s eyes bugged out.

“Bitch, you been fuckin’ the boss and ain’t said shit?”

“It kind of just happened,” you said.

“Did you trip in your heels and fall on his dick without no panties on?” Sasha asked.

You slapped her shoulder. “Stop it,” you said. When you got with your friends, none of you had a filter. You didn’t care where you were or who was listening. You told all your wildest sex stories to each other and horrible date incidents. Sasha was in a relationship and her boyfriend’s filthy mouth matched hers. Some of their texts made even you blush.

Ka’ron had a revolving door of lovers. Once she got bored, it was time to move on. She didn’t believe in being tied down to just one person and you respected her for it. It was much braver to admit that not everyone needed a partner. That it was okay to want to be alone.

Tre laughed at your friends but shook his head. “That was my fault,” Tre said and looked at you.

Your food was delivered by a charming young Black woman who passed out each dish. You ended up with the fish ‘n grits, a fried lobster tail on top.

You finished explaining yourself to your friends. Ka’ron looked at Tre. “You must be special then,” she said and her icy exterior melted a fraction.

“What makes you say that?” Tre asked.

“She gets extremely private when she actually likes someone,” Sasha said.

“Do not!” You said.

Tre looked at you and turned the vibrator back on with a grin. Sinister bastard. You looked at your friends to see if they could tell that you had a vibrator inside you right now. Maybe you were a good actress. Or maybe they were too busy focusing on their meal and Tre’s responses than to pay attention to you slowly dying.

“How many guys has she been quiet about?” He asked.

“Two. Matthew in high school and Omar in college,” Sasha said.

“I wasn’t quiet about them!” You said. Both were severe crushes that consumed your thoughts for practically ever. When you did get with them, you felt like you would crawl out of your skin every time.

“We didn’t find out that she liked Matthew until he got with someone in tenth grade. About tore her little heart to pieces. Omar, she hid for months while they talked and it wasn’t until I came back to the room that I knew they were even together,” Ka’ron said.

“Tell all my damn business, Ka’ron,” you said. You glared at her but she didn’t pay you any mind. She smiled and blew you a kiss.

“Then I do feel special,” Tre said.

“That was…”

“Your toxic trait, we know babes,” Sasha said and patted your arm. You glared at her too but Tre turned up the setting on your vibrator. You twitched in your seat. Sasha looked at you weird and asked if you were okay.

You nodded and focused on eating and not cumming. You were scared that if you opened your mouth, a moan would escape.

“So what are your intentions with her?” Ka’ron asked.

You glared at her. You were going to kill her. You hoped that your expression said as much as you took a sip of your drink.

“I’m gonna marry her,” he said.

You spat your drink back in your cup and started choking. Painful, hacking coughs that made your chest ache.

You tried to ask him what the hell he said. But the drink went down the wrong pipe and now your lungs were burning from all the coughing.

“Obviously, down the road when we’ve dated some more,” he said and grinned.

You were going to get a headache from all the glaring you were doing. Sasha patted your back and you calmed down. You drank some water to help clear your throat.

Tre grinned at you and turned the vibrator onto the pulse setting. You closed your eyes, trying to fend off the orgasm and not make a sound. You didn’t know where he was hiding the remote. “Girl, are you okay?” Sasha asked.

You nodded. No, you were not okay. But you couldn’t say why. You couldn’t fess up to absolutely everything, not while Tre was scrambling your brain. Ka’ron and Sasha continued to grill Tre about his background, family, and why he was with you. You thought some of the questions were rude but Tre handled it all with a smile.

You had brief periods of rest from the vibrator while you ate and had to answer questions yourself. You’ve done far worse to your friends’ partners so it was only fair that they did the same thing. Being in the hot seat still sucked though.

“What I wanna know is what happened on the phone when Tre called you. How could you let me abscond with a strange man?” You asked Ka’ron.

Here she did grin evilly and sipped her drink, looking up and away as if she was remembering her happiest memory. “Oh I did my due diligence, unlike some people,” she said and looked at you.

“I was blindsided with the help of my best friend,” you said, pointedly.

She grinned. “When he called I thought it was a prank. But I googled him. I made him email me a copy of his driver’s license. He had to send me all of the vacation details. Plus a picture of him holding a spoon,” she said.

“What? A spoon?” You asked.

“Yup, so I knew I was talking to somebody real and not Zoboomafoo from Egypt,” Ka’ron said.

You looked at Tre. “You sent her a picture of yourself holding a spoon?” You asked.

“Can’t argue with a friend looking out for you,” he said.

“Okay, okay. But how romantic was the vacay? Jamaica on New Year’s? That sounds like heaven,” Sasha said.

“It was!” You pulled out your phone and showed them pictures. They cooed over the beautiful sunsets that you took pictures of and the hills and mountains in the background. You told them about some of the activities that you got into.

Tre turned the vibrator back on and you gripped the edges of the table. You were shaking, badly, a bead of sweat gathering at the top of your forehead. You turned desperate, wild eyes to Tre. He kept it on the low setting and polished off his food with a smile.

You would get him back for this, but anything you did to him, he would return tenfold. You debated if you were ready for the smoke or not. Pressure built and built in your lower belly. Yeah, maybe the payback was worth it if he could feel even a fraction of the torment you did.

“Well, Tre, I see you make our good sis happy. But let’s be real. You hurt her and they’ll never find your body,” Sasha said. She said it with a sweet smile but you knew first hand that Sasha stayed having a gun on her. Plus, she had an army of brothers, sisters, and cousins all willing to bail each other out.

“It is never my intention to hurt her. I’m in it for the long run if she’ll have me,” Tre said.

Ka’ron gave you a subtle approving look. If Tre could pass the friend test, then he was ready to pass your parents’ approval. Though, how you were going to tell them the boss bit was troubling you. You already texted them that you were dating someone and sent them a picture of the two of you. Your mother approved, your dad did not.

“How come you haven’t been married before? You say all the right things but I don’t buy it,” Ka’ron said.

“Girl,” you warned.

Tre placed his hand on top of yours. “I’ve always known what I wanted and I didn’t feel the need to settle for anything less. I got a lot of shit outta my system when I was younger and now? I just want to spend time with someone who understands me. Someone I can spoil just to make them happy.”

“And you found the most commitment phobic person to spoil,” Sasha sighed.

“What?” You asked.

“Yeah, why is that? She’s so tight lipped about everything,” Tre said.

You whipped your head around to look at him like he grew two heads. “I am not.”

“She didn’t have a lot of privacy growing up. So when she moved out during college, she overcorrected. Hell, I thought her parents were dead or something for the whole first year of college. She never talked about them,” Ka’ron explained.

This was starting to feel more like an intervention than a group activity. “I’m sitting right here,” you said and folded your arms.

The waiter came by and Tre paid for the meal. He threw you a smile but you weren’t done being a little pissy that they were talking about you as if you weren’t even there.

“We know, but getting information out of you is like pulling teeth,” Sasha said.

“Shut up, I tell you guys a lot,” you said.

Sasha and Ka’ron looked at each other for half a second before erupting into laughter. You sucked your teeth as you watched them laugh at your expense. You’d definitely have to grab brunch with them, alone, and see what the hell they’re talking about.

You tell them everything. Every minor inconvenience, they were the first people you reached out to. So you were a little private when it comes to matters of the heart, who wasn’t?

Tre got his card back so the brunch winded down. Tre stood up and helped you out of the booth. Together, you all walked outside into the glaringly bright afternoon. You said goodbye to your friends with promises to text them when you got a free moment. Though, where Tre was concerned there was no such thing as a free moment.

Tre escorted you to his car and opened the door for you. He helped you climb into his truck and then he got into the driver’s side. He lifted your hand and brought it to his lips. “I hope I passed the boyfriend test,” he said.

You smiled and pulled out your phone. You already had a few messages from Sasha, all ending with a lot of exclamation points. “I’d say you definitely passed,” you said.

“Good.” He started the car and turned on the vibrator at the same time.

“Shit!” You screamed.

Tre chuckled as he sped away from Inglewood and hopped on the freeway back to El Segundo. You gripped the car door and the armrest on the middle console and focused as hard as you could.

Your panties were uncomfortably soaked and it didn’t help that Tre was talking to you as if he weren’t the devil himself. “What you feel like for dinner?” He asked.

“Are you serious right now? Your punishments suck ass,” you said.

He grinned. “Punishments aren’t supposed to be fun,” he said.

Tre hit a dip in the freeway and a wave of pleasure cascaded from the top of your head down to the bottom of your feet. You breathed through it. You weren’t going to be able to stave off this orgasm for much longer. You didn’t know where this control was coming from. You only knew that you hated edging so fucking much.

“New rule, we can’t retroactively enact punishments on things already forgiven,” you said.

“Forgiveness and punishments are two different things,” he said.

“So totally not. Forgive and forget, that’s the motto,” you said.

He glanced at you before switching lanes and pulling off of the freeway. You waited at the red light while he looked at how badly you were gripping the armrest. That damn smile crept across his face.

“I can forgive you all day long, but punishment is about making sure we understand each other moving forward. I don’t want to be a secret in your life. Work is different, I understand your concerns about it. But in your everyday life, I want everyone to know that I’m with you,” he said.

“Couldn’t we do that without the punishment?” You asked.

He grinned as he pulled up to his house. “Where’s the fun in that?”

He let you out of the car but did nothing to adjust the setting on the vibrator. He took you to his room where he stripped you. When your panties peeled away from your soaked pussy, he moaned low in his throat.

He told you to get on the bed, hands and knees, and he’d be right back. You weren’t sure what he was going to do, but you obeyed. If it got you any type of relief, you’d do anything he fucking wanted.

He came back into the room carrying a bar and a glass of bourbon. He had stripped down to his briefs and you licked your lips at the imprint of his dick. He was hard already and you knew that you were in for a fucking ride.

“What’s that?” You asked.

“It’s a spreader. Want to try something?” He asked.

“I’m game,” you said.

He grinned and took a sip of bourbon, placing it on a coaster on his nightstand. He told you what to do in order for him to place the bar between your legs and strapped it to your ankles. You were effectively spread open for him.

He grabbed your wrists and strapped them in so that you couldn’t move. You were trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey and honestly? You were so turned on you nearly came on the spot.

Tre admired his handy work but you couldn’t see his face. He just moaned in appreciation, running his fingers over your ass. “Comfortable?”

“Please, let me cum,” you begged. You could only whisper as the vibrator was too fucking much.

Tre kneeled on the bed and kissed your temple. “You have been such a good girl for me today,” he said.

“Shit,” you whispered.

“Doing exactly what I told you with hardly a complaint. Sat next to your friends with this vibrator in your pussy. I’m so proud of you,” he said and planted another kiss on your head.

The praise was its own magic, creating wave after wave of pleasure. You were going to break soon. You were free to moan and wobble now that you were back in the safety of his place. Here, you could whine and cry and turn watery eyes towards Tre and beg.

“Please,” you said and licked your dry lips. You sniffled.

“Have you learned your lesson? Have you learned that it’s you and me from now on?” He asked.

You nodded weakly. You couldn’t hold yourself up since your arms were behind you. His sheets smelled like him and it was like sensory overload. Most of your senses were engaged in this. You were totally focused on the present in a way you hadn’t been before.

Your mind was usually spinning and planning out different things. But at the moment, you could only focus on his words and the vibrator.

Tre stood up and stood behind you. He grabbed the vibrator and began fucking you with it.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moaned. “I learned my lesson, I swear!”

Tre chuckled. “I wanna feel you cum on this dick. Been dyin’ to feel you, little one,” Tre said.

He removed the vibrator and you sighed in relief. Your body was so tense. Was it possible to combust from not cumming? Because you felt like a balloon ready to pop.

Tre shed his briefs behind you. He grabbed your hips with one hand and then guided himself inside of you. You both groaned, low and long. “So fuckin’ wet,” he moaned.

“Oh fuck, Sir!” You yelled.

He moved inside of you slowly, making sure that he wasn’t hurting you. He sheathed himself fully inside of you and you moaned at the feel of him. At the way he claimed you possessively and thoroughly.

“Ready?” He asked.

You barely nodded before he slammed you down on his dick. You gasped and your tears flowed freely as he immediately found your G-spot. And proceeded to keep hitting it until a second later, you were crying out your orgasm. Crying from all the edging and the sweet fucking relief of finally cumming.

You were making guttural, near animalistic noises. Tre was fucking you through it. His big hands gripped your hips and pulled you onto his dick and because you were held open by the spreader, you couldn’t retreat. You couldn’t push his chest away.

“Feel so fuckin’ good. So fuckin’ good. Fuck, so fuckin’ wet for me,” he said.

Your pussy was making wet, smacking noises as his dick slipped in and out. “Shit, shit,” you moaned. You were already gearing up for another one.

“Naw, don’t hold that shit back. Let me feel that pussy shakin’ for me,” he moaned. He smacked your ass and you groaned. Your orgasm was just as intense as the last one. Perhaps more so. Colors danced behind your closed eyes as you shook and convulsed, lost so completely to the magnitude of it. The overwhelming pleasure that tore through you.

Tears ran freely down your cheeks. It had to be criminal to feel this type of relief. This type of pleasure. You felt Tre in your tummy as he continued to fuck you through it.

“That’s my fuckin’ good girl,” he growled. His thrusts and strokes turned sloppy. Desperate. Slamming you back easily as he fucked you into the bed. “Gonna make me bust, little one. Gonna make me…”

He moaned as he climaxed and his cum pulsed inside of you. Your body bowed as he brushed along a sensitive, sweet spot that made your eyes roll back in your head. He shoved his hips forward and it made your ass sit higher in the air. His groans were a sweet symphony to your ears.

He finally stopped, leaning over you as he huffed and tried to recover. “Shit,” he whispered. He pushed off of you and slipped out. He gripped your ass cheeks and spread them open even more and watched his cum leak out.

“So fuckin’ pretty. Pretty ass pussy,” he moaned. Your pussy clenched painfully at his words and he groaned at the sight.

One of his hands left you and then he was lifting his glass from the nightstand. He took a sip with a satisfied grunt. He placed the cold glass against your heated pussy and you shrieked, trying to move away from him.

He held the glass to your pussy and the icy glass had you shivering and shaking. “Ouue shit,” you moaned.

He swirled the glass in your essence and leaned down to place his lips to your ass. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said. He bit your ass.

“Fuckin’ same. Same,” you panted. He removed the glass and took another sip. You didn’t know what he did but he moaned.

“Let’s see what else I can do while I got you spread open for me,” he said.

“Mercy, mercy,” you moaned. Your fingers dug into the velcro straps but you couldn’t get free. Totally at his mercy.

“You know what to say,” he said.

You bit your lip. If you used your safe word, he would stop and unstrap you. He’d check in with you and you’d be forced to talk it out. You didn’t want that. You found nirvana and you wanted to keep going. But fuck, you could use a break.

“I’m at yellow but I’m okay,” you finally said.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes. I’m sure. Keep going,” you said.

Tre kissed your lower back. “That’s my fuckin’ girl.” He proceeded to beat the brakes off of you and you were sure you died somewhere in there. But what’s dying compared to being completely possessed by someone you lov-liked.

Someone you liked. Shit.

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Mr. Black, Part 4

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), oral (male and fem receiving) dirty talk, praise kink, dumbass reader, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: Tre invited you to his place. After pampering yourself on his dime, you're still not sure that this is what you should be doing. However, he can be very persuasive.

Word Count: 6,439k

A/N: Lissen, don't look at me okay?! This story is scratching a deep fucking niche. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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Getting pampered was exactly the remedy you needed. You got your nails and toes down in your favorite color. You couldn’t stop looking at the pretty color on your nails and squealing about it being on Tre’s dime. You felt slightly guilty, so you made sure to tip with your own money.

You went shopping for a sexy pair of black lingerie with all kinds of peek-a-boo straps that you imagined Tre uncovering. The front covered your boobs with an intricate flower design trailing down to the panties that covered your pussy. Straps connected to the underwire, middle, and over your hips. The back was a criss cross of straps ending up with a strip of fabric in your ass that was surprisingly comfortable.

You took your time getting dolled up. Running a shower to get the gunk off of you and then hopping in the bath to truly soak. You massaged your favorite lotion into your skin. You felt dirty over such a simple task but you knew that Tre would appreciate the extra care.

You felt downright naughty as you shimmied into the lingerie piece. You checked your ass in the mirror while you adjusted the straps and made sure that your body was banging. Tonight had to be the last night you two got together.

You couldn’t be held responsible for this thing between you. You had no idea what to call it. He wasn’t yours and you weren’t his, despite his proclamations otherwise. You didn’t need the extra headache of sleeping with your boss.

But how could you stop? When you got around him, you just wanted to hop to his every command. You loved the way he loved your body, playing it like a well tuned instrument in a prodigy’s hands. If you experienced such incomparable pleasure, who else could compete?

You had time to think about how you were going to tell him that tonight absolutely had to be the last time between you. It had to be. You chanted that in your head as you pulled up to Tre’s house.

You expected some huge mansion with fifteen bathrooms and a million bedrooms. His house was a modest two story that was picturesque in its simplicity. The house was white with black trim, clean lawn, and a wide brick front porch. There was even a tiny fence around the lawn, more decorative than anything else.

Ascending the stairs was not unlike walking to your death as you knocked on the door and rang the doorbell. Your nerves skittered along your spine, twisting your stomach into painful shapes.

Before long, Tre opened the door. You didn’t know why you kept expecting certain things about him. He defied expectations. Laughed in its face as he marched to the tune of his own drum.

He licked his lips as he took in your sexy little black dress and fuck me heels. He stepped to the side and held his hand out so that he could help you over the threshold. You took his warm hand with a smile, letting him pull you inside. He closed and locked the door behind you.

The foyer area was spacious with dark features. The furniture was dark wood, floors cherry, and the walls painted a velvety blue. He helped slip your coat off of your shoulders and sighed in appreciation.

“Good evening, beautiful,” he said.

You lifted an eyebrow and turned to look at him. He said nothing as he continued to look you over. Wait till he saw what you wore underneath.

You dug in your clutch purse and handed him his card. “You have to take this back,” you said.

He looked at the card in your hands. He placed his hands in his pockets and you pressed your lips together, preparing for a fight. You were a bit distracted by what he wore. He was in his signature black but pared way down. He wore a long-sleeved sweater with the sleeves rolled up three-quarters of the way up his muscled arms.

His pants were loose fitting, almost like lounge pants, but didn’t look to be so. He didn’t wear shoes in the house, opting instead for black house shoes. His glasses were perched on his nose and his beard looked just as soft as you remembered from earlier in the day.

You squared your shoulders and shoved the card against his chest. “You have to take this back,” you said once more.

He smirked at the card. “As much as I want you to keep them heels on, I will ask you to slip them off,” he said.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Keep the card. It’s yours now. Spend all my money,” he said.

You sputtered and gaped at him. “I-I can’t. That’s…”

The complete opposite to what you were trying to do tonight. Would it be completely wrong to wait till after you got dicked down to tell him that this was over? You wrestled with your morals. Yesss…

“Sir,” you said with a deep breath. Time to rip the band aid.

“I made us dinner and I want to discuss some things with you before you try to end this,” he said.

“How did you know?”

Tre only shook his head, nodding down at your shoes. You scoffed as you finally took off your heels. You bit back a moan as your feet hit the cold wood. You wiggled your toes and Tre caught the motion with an amused smile.

“We’re similar in a lot of ways. Stubborn to the point of obstinate,” he said.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you deeper into the house. You put the card up in your clutch one-handed. To your left, there was a small living room with a few couches and chairs. More like a receiving room than anything people actually lived in. Next to it, there was a formal dining room with dark tables and chairs, a cabinet with fancy glassware. It was like you stepped into a magazine. Everything was decorated and gorgeous.

Further down the hallway, a staircase led up to the second floor. It was a subtle spiral staircase and you wondered if the tour would continue up there. You supposed not.

The hallway opened up to a family room. Here, the furniture looked a little more lived in. The walls were paneled and matched the blue couches. The stone fireplace did not have a fire lit. There was a large screen TV on the wall with a wooden cabinet beneath it with game consoles, remotes, and DVDs stacked in the corner.

It seemed instantly cozy, like you just wanted to sink down onto one of the couches and sleep for five years. On the other side of the staircase, the kitchen had a half wall separating it from the main living room. There were three black bar stools that Tre led you to. He pulled it out for you and you sat down.

He entered the kitchen and pulled a top off of a boiling pot. The food smelled divine. Like creamy pasta.

The kitchen had stained cabinets with a stone backsplash. The countertops were a light shade of ash wood and he had every modern compliance on the market. You eyed everything warily.

Maybe he rented this place. There was no way he was this damn refined. Not with the way he acted most of the time. You felt like you were out of your depth here. You were used to dealing with well-meaning men who just…weren’t grown in the grand scheme of things.

Half the time, you had to do all the work. Sure, they said the right things and did the right things. But sometimes, little things would bother you. If it was their decision to go to the chocolate shop, you would pick out some candy. At the register, they would ask if you were going to buy it. It was incredibly awkward pulling your wallet out for an unexpected expense.

It was why you hated asking for things. Fuck ‘em. You made your own money and you didn’t need anyone to buy you things. Tre’s chain around your thigh rubbed against your other thigh as you settled fully on the bar stool. You still felt incredibly guilty wearing it but it added to how sexy you felt.

You were a conflicted ball of nerves and you hated your brain sometimes.

“You think that this is something I started on the spur of the moment. I’m not that spontaneous,” Tre said, breaking the silence.

You snapped your attention to him. He had his back to you while he stirred the pot. He tapped the wooden spoon against the pot and then picked up a metal one. He dipped it into the sauce, tasted it, and then rinsed it off.

He replaced the top and then turned to look at you, leaning his arms on the countertop. “I’ve never been a trees for the forest type of guy. I see the whole damn forest. I see beyond it. I see what I want and I go for it with a single-minded focus. It’s helped in business,” he continued.

Your heart thundered in your chest. You had no idea where this was going, but it seemed important.

“When you started, I knew I wanted you. You were so…good.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you said.

He shook his head. “Not bad. But it pissed me off. When you fire people for a living, you have to turn off that empathic part of yourself. You can’t see people, you can only see numbers. When you started, I wanted to stamp that goodness out if I could. Get you to quit on your own.”

You gasped. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”

Tre held up his hands. “Let me finish.”

You wanted to climb over the table top and strangle that thick neck of his. But this was the most you ever heard him speak in one sitting. He was very much an action type of man. So you bit your tongue and waved for him to continue.

“I needed you to quit because I couldn’t fire you. I promise you, you could have asked for all my life’s savings and I would’ve gladly handed it over. I didn’t need that shit if I was destroying people’s lives every twenty minutes.”

You licked your lips as you digested this. You still knew so little about this man. He constantly surprised you.

“I tried to resist you. I tried my hardest. I demanded shit. But the more you rose to the occasion, the more turned on I got. I don’t want to treat you like a sex doll, but half my day is spent bricked up just trying to get back in between your legs.”

Your pussy throbbed at his words. He shattered your world with these confessions. A world you carefully built brick by brick. Once you figured out how to interact with someone, you placed them in boxes. Tre was firmly in the asshole box, but now you weren’t so sure.

“I just knew that the more I demanded, the more you’d get fed up and quit. So I could get you out of my system. I could get an ugly assistant and move on with my life. But then you kept calling me Sir, kept doing great work despite the typos and the lollygagging, and…I lost. I lost to you.”

He stared at you with a crippling intensity. “When I called you into my office to address the typos, I didn’t know what would happen when I spanked you. I was ready for you to call HR or the police. But I had to know what your ass felt like in my hands. When you let me continue, it was like an early Christmas present. I had to see what else I could get away with.”

He slowly walked around the kitchen, exiting it, and walking closer to you. Your eyes tracked his movements, unsure what to do or say.

“The more you let me get away with, the more I want to try more and do more. Everyone else be damned. I’m not into feelings. But it’s clear that you need it to feel settled about this. I don’t know where this is going. But I know that I feel possessive already. You’ve been mine since you started and when I see you talking to another man, I want to kick his teeth in.”

He got closer to you but didn’t close that final gap. You were close enough for his clean soap and airy scent to hit you. But far enough away that you’d have to lean to touch him.

“I want to spoil you. I want to treasure you. I want to bend you like a pretzel and see if you break,” he said.

A laugh escaped you but there wasn’t a damn thing funny about the way he was looking at you. “You know how wild that sounds, right?”

He smiled slowly and cocked his head. He was so deliciously sexy and being honest about his feelings was only turning you on more. The lingerie was a mistake. You were going to soak right through the little scrap of material and leave a puddle all over his nice, faux leather stools.

“What I don’t know is how you feel. You’re either running away or trying to end this. But when you’re underneath me, I feel like you could feel something for me.”

You bit your lip. Shit. You weren’t expecting honesty hour. Your throat turned parched and scratchy and you looked away from his face.

“You scare me,” you said. You peeked at him and the only thing that changed was a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t think you’ll hurt me in that way. I just feel like…this is what a well-adjusted adult looks like and that’s so not me. Like…you could have anyone you want. Why me?” You asked. You weren’t putting yourself down. You just knew you had to do a lot of work on yourself and no one was perfect.

“Why not you?”

You giggled nervously. “Why me?”

“Why not you?”

Right. Stubborn to the point of obstinate.

“I’m starting to think this is about control. Do you feel out of control with me?”

You rubbed your forehead. “What are you, a therapist or something?”

Tre smiled and rocked back on his heels. “I had an interesting childhood. I had to be an asshole to survive. My bull in a china shop routine isn’t going to get me anywhere with you. And if I haven’t made that clear, that is my goal.”

“I never know what you’re feeling. Sex makes all the sense in the world. We’re both trying to get off. And you feel amazing. You know you do. But…me…” Was it about control? Did you hate that he made you unsettled, unmoored, and guessing for the first time in your life?

You made it your mission to be prepared. To make up for your shortcomings. Your strength was in anticipating people’s needs and ensuring that you were as helpful as possible. To have someone like him trying to look after someone like you…it didn’t compute. He didn’t need anything. And you felt useless.

Tre waited patiently while you worked through your emotions. You hated that you couldn’t pluck them from your brain and explain it in a coherent way.

“I’m scared that you’ll get bored with me. That this novelty will wear off and you’ll be fine while I’m jobless and embarrassed,” you admitted. There. You got that out.

Tre nodded. “I will not get bored with you. There is no novelty. I just want you,” he said calmly and plainly.

“You say that now–”

“And I mean it now. I’ll mean it tomorrow and the day after that,” he said.

“You can’t make that promise,” you said.

Tre smiled. Obstinate.

“What can I do to help you trust me?” He asked. He opened his hands. “I want to get to know you better.”

“Patience. I need patience. You…consume. You take up the whole room when you’re in it. It doesn’t leave any room for thinking,” you said.

“Maybe you need to think less.” Tre walked back into the kitchen to check on the sauce. He turned off the stove and grabbed two bowls. He scooped pasta noodles into it and then ladled the sauce over it.

He placed a bowl in front of you and on the place setting next to you. He fluffed salad in a bowl and then plated it on a smaller plate, placing it next to your bowl. He had different options for salad dressing so you pointed to your favorite one. He put some on your salad, some on his, and then he poured you some wine.

He rounded the kitchen and sat down next to you. He pointed for you to go first. The pasta both looked and smelled heavenly. Restaurant quality. You dug in, grabbing a big bite. You moaned around the taste.

“Good god, this is delicious,” you said.

Tre smirked. “Been working on this sauce since last night,” he said.

“You knew you were going to invite me here last night?” You asked.

“Beyond the forest,” he said. He dug into his own food.

Conversation turned to lighter topics. He spoke briefly about that interesting childhood of his. He was rowdy, combative, getting into fights left and right. His estranged uncle stepped in, trying to be a father to him where his own wasn’t. Showed him how to “be a man”.

It was beyond gender. It was how you carried yourself. How you spoke, how you dressed, how you interacted with others. If you were the biggest in the room, then it was your responsibility to protect those in the room.

“That sounds impossible to live up to,” you said.

“Not when you really think about it. A man’s job is to protect those in his care. Cherish the people in his circle. To move with respect. It’s as easy as breathing,” Tre shrugged. “I know I’m an asshole but I’m not going to go out of my way to make someone else’s life miserable.”

“No, just mine.” You playfully rolled your eyes and Tre smirked.

You told him about your family and how you always felt like you weren’t doing things right. You couldn’t compare to your siblings with amazing jobs and their heads on straight. The only thing in your life that made sense was school.

After it, you just felt adrift. You flitted from one thing to the next, not knowing what you wanted to do with your life. It was dangerous to compare your life to others. But it felt like they knew exactly where they were headed. You on the other hand? You just wanted a fucking break.

“You’re not doing anything wrong. Everybody is different,” Tre said.

“No, I know. I just…I don’t know what I want to do.”

“What gets you up in the morning?”

“Money?” You giggled. When it came down to it, you wanted enough money to not have to agonize over your bank account week to week. To get money, you had to work for others. And you hated working for others. You hated being told what to do, what to wear, when to show up.

“That’s a fair motivator. But what do you not mind doing for money?” He asked.

You shrugged. “There lies the rub,” you said. You finished up dinner, not able to eat another single bite. It had been one of the best dinners you had ever had.

You and Tre moved over to the couch with your wine. You continued your conversation there, moving on to silly topics like video games and movies. You discussed the books you’ve read and he seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying.

This was a set up. He was seducing you. You eyed him over the rim of your wine glass as you listened to him speak about his favorite author. He had made no move to touch you. It was all you could think about.

You shifted and placed one leg under you as you faced him. He copied your stance. You paid attention to his lips as he spoke. The way his voice played with sounds. You paid attention to his hands when he wanted to emphasize certain points. Hands that you had first hand knowledge could wring pleasure from you like wringing out a washcloth.

“Are you okay?” Tre asked.

“Huh?” You asked and blinked. The wine was making you feel airy and light. A light buzz. You felt good. Really good. And he was looking more good as you cataloged his movements.

Tre smiled. “I asked you if you wanted more wine,” he said.

“No, thank you.” The hell did he put in it? Because you were burning the fuck up. And you couldn’t stop thinking about his hands on you. His lips on yours. His dick sliding inside you.

You scooted closer to him and placed your wine glass on the coffee table. He drained his glass and scooted closer as well, until you were breathing the same air.

“Why haven’t you touched me?” You asked. The wine gave you a burst of boldness.

Tre smiled. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Why haven’t you?”

“You can’t have it both ways. You either want patience or for me to steamroll ahead. I only work in absolutes,” he said.

You sighed. “Does that mean the sex stops?”

Tre chuckled. “Is that all I’m good for?”

“Will you stop answering my questions with questions?”

“Will you be honest with me?” Obstinate bastard.

“I want you to fuck me!” You squealed. You bit your lip after but didn’t take it back. He couldn’t get you feening for his touch and then yank it away when it was convenient for him.

Tre only watched you with an amused smile on his face. You wanted to smack it off of him.

“Tell me what you really want,” he said.

“I don’t want the sex to stop.” There, you said it. “I don’t want this to end. But you have to…let me adjust to it.”

He kept looking at you. “Do you want me to say I want you? Is that it?” You asked.

“Do you?”

You growled and Tre chuckled. “I want you,” you said.

Tre ran a finger across your jaw. He lifted your chin and leaned down for a soft kiss. “Show me you want me.”

You leaned back to look into his eyes. You should have known. Nothing about this man was easy.

You stood up and took the straps off your shoulders slowly. Tre adjusted his position to face forward as you moved to stand in front of him. You kept your eyes on his as you unzipped your dress and let it cascade down your body.

Tre hissed as he took in your lingerie set. “I buy that for you?”

“You did,” you said with a smile.

“Money well fuckin’ spent,” he said.

You stepped out of your dress and picked it up. You placed it on the couch so it wouldn’t wrinkle too badly. Then, you slowly sank to your knees in front of him, rubbing on his legs. You rubbed on his thighs, getting higher and higher. His pants began to tent as you got closer to the waistband. He didn’t help you as you unbuttoned his pants. You gripped his hard dick and moved the tip across your lips.

Precum painted your lips and you licked your lips around the tip of him. He took a deep breath, jaw flexing. You stared into his eyes as you slowly swallowed him down. You struggled to completely get him in your mouth, but soon you were drooling on his dick.

Tre adjusted his hips, pulling his pants down a bit more as you began to suck him down. Your hands gripped the rest of him and you rubbed his shaft while paying attention to the head of his dick. You licked and played with the velvety soft head of him, flicking your tongue across the tip.

He hissed and jerked as he moaned. He moved his arms to the back of the couch, relaxing into the blow job. You watched as he threw his head back so all you saw was his luscious beard. You bobbed your head faster, the way you knew he liked.

You were rewarded with his moans getting louder, deeper, with a rattle in his chest that had you clenching your thighs together.

“I’m about to bust,” he moaned.

You continued sucking him off, hollowing your cheeks. He tensed before he unloaded in your mouth. The salty musk of his cum splashed down your throat and you swallowed all of him down. You moaned and let him go with a wet pop.

Tre blew out a breath as he rubbed his face. “Thank you,” he said.

You smiled at him. His fingers traced the corners of your mouth where drool likely escaped you. You turned into a sex fiend where he was concerned.

“Get up here,” he said.

You stood up and moved to straddle his legs so you could finally get some dick. He shook his head, pointing towards the couch. He took off his glasses and put it on the coffee table. You laid down and Tre grabbed your ankle. He pushed it to the back of the couch, spreading you completely open for him.

His hand found the chain around your thigh and his eyes briefly flared looking at the tiny “T” dangling from it. He wrapped his hand around it while he brought his face down against your pussy.

He licked you over the fabric and you moaned, gyrating your hips against his face. He licked the crease of the set, capturing part of your skin and you shivered in the warm room.

“Please,” you whispered.

“Please, what?” He asked. His breath fanned over your damp pussy and you shivered again. You needed relief right this second.

“Please, Sir,” you begged.

He used his free hand to move your panties to the side and finally bring his lips to your pussy. He moaned when he discovered how wet you were and how much he got to lick up. You were dripping with your essence, right onto his face and the couch.

“Fuck,” you shuddered, the word shaky in your throat.

“Mhm, get louder for me. Just me and you here,” he whispered against your pussy. And then he really went to town, digging his face so far into your pussy, you felt the way his jaw flexed.

He was right. You were finally in an appropriate place to have sex. You could be as loud as you needed to be. You began to moan louder, encouraging him with a twist of your hips and roll of his tongue that he was eating you out exactly how you liked.

He paid more attention to your clit, sucking and slurping up your juices. You felt the burn in your thighs as you were nearing your peak. The tightening in your belly worsened until you were snapping your thighs together, screaming out your release.

Tre was right there to feel you cum on his tongue. He hummed in satisfaction as you shook against his face. When you calmed down, when your back came back down to rest on the blue couch, he straightened up. He had your juices trailing down his beard and he wiped a hand down the lower half of his jaw.

“Come on,” he said. He grabbed your hand and helped you sit up on the couch. Then, he headed towards the stairs.

The upstairs was just as well-decorated as the first floor. It was all a blur as he tugged you down the hall towards the master suite. You weren’t really surprised that his sheets and comforter were black. It suited him more so than the earthy tones throughout the rest of the house.

You moved to get on his bed, but he stopped you. He planted a wet kiss on your lips, taking his time to fully explore you. His hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you deeper into the kiss. The pressure on your neck made your eyes roll back in your head.

“Wait here,” he said. He placed one last kiss on your lips before moving away. You watched as he went into the bathroom.

You just came but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more. You wanted him. You wanted that dick between his legs to make you walk funny in the morning. Water turned on, sounded like the shower, and you wanted to walk in there to see what he was doing.

He came out of the bathroom, taking off his shirt. You gasped softly. Fuck. He was beautiful. You openly ogled his body. Thick, rippling muscles. A sexy layer of bulk that you could bounce a quarter off of.

He looked damn good in his suits. He looked damn good in casual wear. But shirtless? Your knees wobbled and you wondered if you were going to swoon.

He approached you slowly, like a predator stalking a prey. His hands reached out to run across your lingerie that suddenly felt too tight. He began to unsnap, kissing the parts of you that he revealed. Inch upon inch of you was uncovered, covered in his kisses.

He freed your breasts and rubbed sensation back into it. He plucked on your nipples and you moaned softly. “I need you to wear this again,” he said.

You giggled and turned in his arms so that you could face him. He bent down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Did you turn the shower on?” You asked.

“Mhm,” he moaned against your nipple.

You answered with a moan as well, biting your lip because it felt too damn good. “But…”

“I got a shower cap for you,” he said.

“There is no way I’m letting you fuck me with a shower cap on!” Oh god, how embarrassing.

“Do you think it would make you less sexy to me?” He straightened up and kissed you. “You are the sexiest creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. You could wear a sack and I’d want to fuck the coins out of you,” he continued.

You laughed, covering your mouth to keep from squawking like a chicken. Tre lowered your hands and looked into your eyes.

“I’m in it. Are you?”

Why couldn’t he make shit easy for once? You nodded. “I’m in it.”

He pulled you to the bathroom, leaving your lingerie on the floor. His bathroom was gorgeous. The floors were cream tile with big squares. He had plenty of rugs inside so you weren’t stepping on the cold floor for too long. He had a walk-in shower with clear glass doors. The sink was at a comfort height, two sinks, with soft gray towels hanging from a bar.

He had a long cabinet that stretched nearly to the ceiling and you longed to rub your hands over it. You only dreamed of bathrooms like these. You didn’t think they actually existed outside of supremely rich houses where they were wasted on people with no appreciation.

Steam filled the room, frosting over the glass doors and mirrors. Tre dropped his pants to the floor, picked them up, and threw them into a hamper you hadn’t seen. He handed you a shower cap.

You took a deep breath and put it on, tucking your hair inside. Welp, here you were in all your crazy glory.

He didn’t see you any differently. He pulled you in for a soft, tender kiss and then opened the shower door. You stepped inside and the warm water hit your back and you sighed. You usually liked it way hotter than this.

The devil himself needed to come out and lick your back in order for you to feel comfortable in a shower, but the point wasn’t to get clean at the moment. It was to get dirty.

You leaned forward, palming his dick and running your hands along his length. Tre moaned low in his throat before gripping your hips and pushing you against the wall of the shower. Your back hit the cold tile but you were saved by his warm, strong hands as they rubbed your back.

He rubbed his dick, getting slick from the water. He began to kiss you and you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. The shower cap crinkled and you had a brief stab of embarrassment.

It quickly dissipated as Tre lifted you up. You squealed, wrapping your legs around his hips. He grinned evilly while you clung to him for dear life. He was doing a whole lot in this slippery ass shower.

Panic and arousal drove your nerves through the roof. You took deep breaths, trying to focus on the water on your side.

“I got you,” he said. He pushed your back against the wall and spread your legs to accommodate his hips. He shifted as his dick found your entrance. With the water and your arousal, he was able to slide in easily.

You groaned, your jaw dropping open. “Never get sick of that,” he said.

He placed one hand on the wall behind you to brace himself. Then, he set to work thrusting into your wet heat. He groaned as he started to slide easier due to fresh arousal leaking out of you.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned.

“Mhm, feelin’ so good on this dick,” he groaned.

Your thighs shook as he thrust into you slow and deep. He set a relaxed pace, making sure to get as deep as possible on every stroke. You felt every inch of him. Every last smooth glide of his mushroom head against your inner walls.

Your hands gripped his smooth, deep onyx skin. Water droplets hit his head, beard, and arms. You gripped the back of his neck and held on as he grunted and hit you deep enough to bruise. You cried out, cumming immediately on his dick.

“Fuck, let me feel it,” he said. He stopped moving as you convulsed on his dick, unable to form a sentence or thought. You squeezed the hell out of him, feeling incredibly full.

“You can give me another,” he said.

“I can’t,” you moaned.

“Yes, you can. You can give me another before I bust all in this pretty pussy,” he moaned.

“S-Sir!” You whined. You didn’t have another one in you. It was impossible. Your lips sloppily found his as his tongue mimicked what his dick was doing. Both speared inside of you and you moaned, thighs shaking, toes curling.

He grunted and moaned in your ear, whispering filthy things. “Come on, I know you can do it. I know you got another one. I know you want to cum all over this dick again. You know you want me to feel how good I tear this shit up.”

You cried, a wailing keen that sounded loud. It was amplified in the shower due to the tile. You sounded needy. You sounded desperate.

“Give me another one. Let that pussy go,” he cooed.

“Sir, Sir, Sir,” you chanted. Somehow, that dick was able to pull another one out of you. You screamed as you came, growing deaf in one ear. A high, tinny ringing pierced your ear as you came once more on his dick.

He moaned and kissed your ear. “That’s it. Don’t that feel better? You did so good. So good lettin’ me feel that pussy creamin’ on this dick,” he moaned.

“Sheeit,” you moaned.

Tre sighed and screamed out his climax, pumping you with thick spurts of cum. You shook and twitched as you felt him pulsing inside of you. He slipped out, letting you down to stand on wobbly legs.

He lifted your leg so he could watch himself slip out of you. “Sheit,” you moaned as you felt his cum leaking out.

Tre used his fingers to fuck some of it back inside you. You squealed and twitched. Your clit was entirely too sensitive. “I can’t,” you cried.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” he said. Not sounding the least bit sorry.

Who the hell was this man? You couldn’t figure him out. He cooked you dinner, ate you out, and delivered orgasms like some full service sex god. He unnerved you. He was an enigma. It was driving you crazy trying to puzzle him out.

Tre smirked as he grabbed a washcloth, soaped it up, and began to wash your body. His soap that you loved so much smelled even better up close and personal. He helped you flip over so he could get your back and ass. He was careful to clean your pussy, running the cloth back and forth over your clit.

You whined and shook as he did so and he planted kisses all over your face, enjoying your torment. Asshole. He helped rinse you off and then he stood under the shower. He grabbed a fresh washcloth and cleaned himself off.

You grew sleepy watching him soap up that sexy body of his. He watched you, smirking and throwing winks your way as he lowered the cloth to his dick. You watched with rapt attention.

You only wished you could suck him back down and make him scream and squirm like he had you doing. He rinsed off and then turned off the water. He left the shower first, grabbing thick, buttery towels. He wrapped one around his waist and then helped you out of the shower.

He wrapped the towel around your body and helped you to the room. He dried you off completely. He made sure every last droplet was wiped from you and then removed the shower crap. He fixed a few fly away hairs.

“Sexy,” he murmured.

You could only stare at him. You were out of your depth once more. Unable to sort through your emotions and give this a name. He leaned down for a kiss. His wet beard tickled your chin.

He lowered you into the bed and dried the rest of his body off. He peeled back the covers and let you slide in. You sighed. You felt so warm and comfortable. Tre slid in behind you, pulling your waist into his hips. His dick settled into the crook of your ass and he nuzzled into your neck.

“Night, beautiful.”

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Mr. Black, Part 8 - Final Part

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FLUFF. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), oral (female and male receiving) dirty talk, praise kink, minor D/s elements, dumbass reader, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual. Some mentions of violence.

Summary: The day has finally come to confront the thief! You have planned, you have plotted, and Tre helped you make your case airtight. But nothing could ever got that smoothly right?

Word Count: 5,814k

A/N: If ya'll only knew how hard it was to write this! Lawdt, I love these two and was NOT prepared to say goodbye. But I wanted to start Zyair fics guilt free. Thank you, THANK YOU for reading this and all your lovely comments. I would not be here without yall! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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You wanted to tell Tre that you loved him but it never seemed like the right time. Once you came to grips with it, you found that you weren’t as scared as you would have been months ago. Things never worked in the proper order when it came to Tre, so why should your feelings?

You knew that you loved him, loved spending time with him, loved talking to him, and loved how sweet and possessive he was. You loved that you didn’t have to guess with him. What you saw was what you got and after years of unsatisfactory men, he was like hitting the jackpot and winning a cruise bundled into one.

However, with what you uncovered at the job, you weren’t sure if now was the time to distract him. After laying out what you discovered earlier in the week, he asked you to show him the evidence.

You laid out your entire thought process. How you thought you screwed up the numbers on an account but it never balanced. You looked into the most recent invoices but still found discrepancies. So you went back further and further until it was obvious that the thief was skilled.

The week after, Tre took the files so that he could pour over it himself. Not that he didn’t trust you; he just wanted to cross all the T’s before accusing a manager of stealing. You weren’t offended. You were just a lowly assistant.

During the day, you pretended like everything was fine at work. You didn’t give anyone any indication that a scandal was about to rock the place. You felt vindicated though. They fired all those people around Christmas time. What a heartless place.

At night, when you were over Tre’s house, he’d cook and peruse the documents while you watched your shows. In fact, it was probably the longest you had gone without having sex with him. And you were horny as hell. He’d turned you into a sex fiend and now your body had to go without. It sucked.

Exactly one week after confronting him with the news, you two spent the majority of the weekend discussing your plan. You didn’t want to cause a scene. That was embarrassing. You argued for getting the police involved. But Tre had more loyalty than you and wanted to give them a chance to fess up.

That Tuesday morning, you sat at your desk with your leg bouncing a mile a minute. Tre arrived on time and you were there to greet him with his morning coffee. You followed him into his office, taking in his outfit.

He wore a black, plaid suit jacket, with a black shirt open at the collar. You saw a hint of his gold chains around his neck. You’d never get sick of seeing him and admiring his style. It was always all black, but he dressed extremely well. You loved it when a man took pride in what he wore. You just loved him.

“What’s wrong?” Tre asked.

“Huh?” You asked.

“You look like you swallowed a lemon,” he said and smirked. In the safety of his office, he looked behind you to make sure no one was there before kissing your cheek. You smiled and waved him off.

“Just overthinking, like usual,” you said. It was on the tip of your tongue to tell him. But no distractions. That was final.

“It’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay,” he said. He put his briefcase down on the floor and slapped a folder onto his desk. You wondered if that was the evidence you had gathered. It didn’t look big enough, but what did you know? He was the type to photocopy stuff so that it was all neat and proper. You tended to have a messier style.

“I know but–”

“No buts. We’re going to be okay. You trust me?” He asked.

“Yes, of course,” you said. You loved him. You mentally shook yourself. Now it was down to business. Now was the time to get your head in the game. You smiled and went back out to your desk.

You tried to work, but as it drew closer to midday, you couldn’t help looking at the clock on your computer. You decided to do it after lunch, most people were relaxed after a good meal. Less likely to yell, scream, and throw things. You hoped.

When two o’clock rolled around, Tre left his office, carrying his briefcase and the folder. He smiled at you and nodded his head. You bit your lip. He said that he wanted you there because you were the one who uncovered the whole thing. You were prepared to give him all the credit. He refused.

Typical man. You stood up and locked your computer, smoothing down your deep navy dress that might as well have looked black. You didn’t want to be matchy-matchy with Tre but you wanted to wear something more business-like for the occasion.

The ride up the elevator made you want to vomit. Getting out on the floor made you shake in your heels. Your hands began to sweat and you didn’t have anywhere to wipe it so you just rubbed your hands together. This shouldn’t be this hard right? You had solid evidence and Tre triple checked it for you.

But why did you get the sense that you were about to get slapped in the face?

Tre arrived at Lee’s door and knocked, ignoring her assistant altogether that she was in a meeting. Without waiting for permission. Tre opened the door and stepped inside. You were behind him, stuck behind his broad shoulders, so you saw him stiffen before he moved to the side.

In Lee’s office, Little Miss Headband Brianna sat in front of Lee’s desk. She smiled gleefully when she saw you. Very much like the cat who ate the canary. Her fingernails were long and painted black. You could guess why.

She turned her attention to Tre and you saw her eyes soften. You knew the feeling. Tre made you weak in the knees as well. However, that time was long past and you knew how Tre felt about you. You weren’t intimidated. Except that she still seemed to have it all together while you were still figuring your shit out.

“Well, I must be pretty popular today,” Lee said. She tossed back her blonde hair and looked between you and Tre. A knowing type of look. Like Brianna just got done snitching type of knowing look.

“Brianna,” Tre acknowledged. “It’s best that you go now. We have sensitive information to discuss.”

“Oh? Guess I should stay. Newly minted legal counsel and all,” Brianna said, dropping a bomb that stole your breath. This bitch was gonna work here now?

Tre chuckled. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” he said.

You didn’t want to seem like the clueless, dumb one, so you kept your face neutral and facing forward. Pretended that you knew what was going on. But you didn’t. You really didn’t.

Brianna shrugged her shoulders. “I needed a change of pace and Chicago was getting too cold for me.” She winked at you but all you did was smile. Hers faltered a little bit. It wasn’t so much fun gloating when the intended target wasn’t taking the bait.

“I hope California goes a lot better for you,” he said.

Why was he acting like they were discussing the fucking weather? You wanted to look at him, but you knew his expressions pretty well by now. He wouldn’t give away his thoughts so easily. The plan was to come and confront Lee. This curveball made you feel unprepared.

“That’ll be all,” Lee said, waving away her assistant. The woman sighed, threw up her hands, and closed the door behind her. Trapping you inside with Tre, his stalker ex-girlfriend, and the manager who robbed this company blind.

“Well, can’t say I’m surprised, Tre. I figured there was something going on between you. You haven’t been exactly subtle,” Lee said. She sat back in her seat and crossed her long legs.

Her office seemed to reflect her true self. It was cold and devoid of any real decoration. There was the standard knick knack or two, a diploma on the wall, but nothing that indicated she even worked here. It was always her intention to collect two checks from the company.

“That’s on me. I got sloppy the further in our relationship we went,” he said. Calm. He was too damn calm while you were ready to jump out of your skin.

Lee and Brianna laughed. “Relationship? Please. She’s an assistant and you’re her boss,” Lee said.

“She’s actually a floater, according to her intake paperwork,” Tre said. This, you did whip your head around to look at him. “She could be reassigned at any point to another desk once she was done clearing my backlog. So she wasn’t exactly my employee, rather an employee of the company at large.”

Your lips parted, taking in this new information. What the hell was he on about?

“Get the fuck out of here,” Brianna said with a haughty laugh. Tre smiled.

“I know lawyers like specifics. So here’s a copy of her intake paperwork as well as the companies’ policy on interoffice romance. There’s nothing in the rules preventing us from dating. It was even colorfully stamped by HR,” he said. He handed Brianna the folder he had carried earlier.

You wracked your brain. There was one night last week that he had you sign a piece of paper. He told you that it was to protect you in case there was any blowback. Sneaky bastard. You had to start asking more questions.

Brianna snatched the folder, stood up, and skimmed through the paperwork, her face twisting the further in she got. You looked at Tre who winked at you. A grin split your face. This man thought of fucking everything. Things you hadn’t even considered.

All you knew was that it would be the end of your career if anyone ever found out about you two. You were sure that you’d become the office joke. A cliche. A boss banging his assistant. What else was new?

There was still that possibility. People shunning you, thinking you were getting over by being on your knees. It shouldn’t matter what people think, but it did. You wanted to be an adult and be taken seriously.

You accepted the risk when you accepted Tre’s tongue down your throat. You only hoped you were strong enough to survive the fallout.

“You can’t be serious with this shit,” Brianna said, continuing to flip.

“Quite serious,” Tre said.

“Well, I guess we all learned a lesson about minding our own business, huh?” Lee asked and chuckled.

“Not exactly,” Tre said and smirked. “I’m actually glad we got that out of the way first. In the folder, you’ll also find the company’s policy on retaliation and whistleblowers.”

“What are you talking about?” Lee asked.

Tre stepped forward and put his briefcase on Lee’s desk. She looked at him quizzically while he opened it and dropped the evidence you collected onto her desk. He tapped the green file and put his hands in his pockets, looking at Lee with furrowed eyebrows and a grimace.

“You’ve been stealing from the company,” he said.

Lee looked from the file to Tre and burst into laughter, throwing her head back. Her laugh grated on your ears. Like a cawing bird. “What, what is this? A joke? Something your little girlfriend came up with while she was sucking your dick?”

You tilted your head and stepped forward. Heat burned in your chest. Like all the words you wanted to say got rolled into a ball and stuck in your lungs. Tre beat you to the punch.

“You can try to deflect by saying something foul, but it doesn’t change the facts. You’ve been skimming off of nearly every big account that we have. Billing them for things we don’t provide and padding your own pockets with it. You didn’t think anyone was going to notice?”

Lee continued to laugh, but when it was clear that she was the only one, she looked back down at the file. She sighed and opened the first page, skimming through. The smile slowly disappeared from her face as she did so.

“All you have is a bunch of invoices with your name on it,” Lee said. She sniffed and brushed invisible lint from her cream-colored suit jacket.

“I have my copy with my name on it. But these were your accounts that you passed on to me. The system still has you flagged as the primary point of contact. And no use trying to erase it, I already contacted IT to lock you out of the system,” Tre said.

Lee turned icy blue eyes towards Tre. “You think you’re so fucking clever, don’t you? That you’re just going to ride off into the sunset cackling over what you and your whore came up with?”

You stepped forward again. “Watch how you fucking speak about me,” you said. All respect flew out of the window. She was caught off guard but that didn’t give her any excuse to speak about you like that. In her eyes, you were nothing more than a whore, spreading your legs, and getting over on the company dime. You knew that wasn’t true. What you and Tre shared was special, even as cliche as it was.

Tre held up his hand. You looked at him, fire in your eyes, ready to keep going. She wasn’t going to walk out of here with all of her teeth if she continued to call you out of your name.

“You are the stupidest man I’ve ever met. There’s not anything she can offer you that can be worth all this,” Brianna said.

“I don’t have to explain myself or my relationship to you. That’s the fun part about being exes,” Tre said.

You grinned at Brianna and turned around to Tre in time to see Lee standing, grabbing her office phone. “Tre, look out!” You yelled, legs propelling you forward as if you meant to put yourself in between him and the desk phone.

He turned a second too late, enough to bring his arm up and block Lee but the phone still touched some part of him. He grunted, fighting with Lee over the desk phone. You wanted to jump in, but he was a big dude. He could handle his own until security arrived.

You turned, heading towards the door. Brianna blocked your path. “What did you do to him? Why did you break him? He was perfect!” She yelled.

You stepped closer to her. “He still is perfect. He just doesn’t want your desperate ass. If he gets hurt while I’m busy dealing with you, there’s not a cop in America that’ll find your body,” you said, looking her in the eye to make sure she understood.

Brianna’s eyes widened, stepping away. Lee and Tre were still struggling. You threw open the door and yelled for the assistant to call security and upper management. The assistant looked at you and you screamed once more to get her in gear.

Brianna stood frozen in place, looking at Tre like someone stole her puppy. Again, you understood. If you lost him, you’d be sick in the head too. But she only had one more time to look at him like that before you snatched her eyes out.

Tre had managed to flip Lee onto her desk and held her there while you waited for security. An executive showed up and demanded to know what the hell was going on.

All the adrenaline from the confrontation and fight left you shaky and weak. You sat in the nearest chair while you dealt with the aftermath. Brianna handled the legal side, guess she was good for something. Tre answered most of the questions about the theft. You had to give your testimony when the cops were called in, but they let you go for the time being while they went over your evidence.

The entire office, or what was left of them, came out of their cubicles to witness a screaming Lee being led away in handcuffs. You trailed behind, holding hands with Tre. It hadn’t dawned on you that you were until you passed by Henry. He looked down at your combined hands and you bit your lip. Whoops.

He only smiled and nodded, like he understood. Poor Henry. He deserved someone to love him back, he was sweet and kind. You were just far more interested in mean assholes who enjoyed having the upperhand in the relationship.

Outside, an ambulance was called to check Tre out. He wouldn’t let you leave, holding onto your hand and keeping you rooted to the spot. “You need to let them check you out,” you told him. Red and blue lights flashed over his mischievous face.

“They can check me out with you standing right here,” he said and gave you a wink. He had a nasty cut above his eye, blood leaking from the wound. It made your stomach watery looking at it. You hated to see him hurt.

The EMT doctored the wound and gave a brief exam for a concussion. They cleared him, but told him the protocol to have you watch for signs of internal bleeding. They told him to pop some Tylenol and go to a doctor if he didn’t feel well later.

“I got someone to take good care of me,” Tre said and winked at you. The EMT laughed and wished you good luck while he placed a bandage over Tre’s eye.

You yawned, though you weren’t really sleepy. Exhausted, sure, but you didn’t want to go to sleep. You didn’t want to end the day without getting a few things off of your chest.

“You weren’t going to tell me about the HR thing?” You asked.

“Didn’t want to freak you out in case we ended up breaking some type of rule. I didn’t plan on Brianna being here, though,” he said.

You looked across the parking lot while she spoke to the cops. Lee was raging in the backseat of a cop car. You shivered in the cold air, night fast approaching and dropping the temperature.

“No one did. Must’ve got her dickmatized,” you said and chuckled.

“Ha-ha, I’m glad stalking is funny to you,” he said.

“OH! You don’t think being possessive and stalker-ish is funny?” You said, being dramatic and clapping.

“I want you to remember this conversation,” he said. He smirked as he stood up, cleared by the EMT.

“Wait, I’m sorry!” You said, but you started laughing at his expression and couldn’t find a way to stop. He turned stern eyes towards you, eyebrows furrowed and no trace of humor.

“I’m sorry! I take it back,” you said, laughs erupting from you.

“Remember all this,” he said, his soft voice working wonders on your imagination. You shuddered to think of what he could possibly have planned for you. Then again, he didn’t know what you had planned for him either.

You grabbed your things from the office, awkwardly walking past dozens of employees who wanted more information. You promised to say what you could, hoping that the rumor mill didn’t spin too much out of control.

Tre didn’t want to let you out of his sight, convinced that you would run from his particular brand of punishment. Considering you knew that his punishments usually involved you bent over something, ass smarting from his spankings, you weren’t exactly complaining.

On the way to his place, you checked in with him to make sure that he was okay. That he wasn’t hurt in some other kind of way. You tried to tell him that he didn’t have to do anything tonight, he was in a major fight and was hit upside the head with a desk phone.

He thought you were just trying to get out of your punishment. Well, yes, but that was beside the point. You were worried about him.

At his place, he let you inside. “I’ll give you five minutes to prepare,” he said, a smirk crossing his sinful face.

You gasped, smiling despite yourself. “Seriously? I said I was sorry!” You said.

“I know,” he said and smiled. You waited, but he didn’t offer anything else other than that damn smirk.

You sighed, rolled your eyes, and headed upstairs to his bedroom. Your legs wobbled. Your hands shook for entirely different reasons this time. This was real. This was the right time. And while he was contemplating tearing your ass up, you were contemplating the right moment to tell him.

Before? During? After? Would he assume you only said it because he got hurt? Or that you said it to avoid getting punished?

You went to his huge bathroom, stripping out of your dress. Underneath, you wore a sexy new teddy that you picked up with his card. Somehow, your love for him cured your squeamishness about using his money. Go figure. He insisted. And you weren’t the type to overspend on someone else’s dime. So you shopped guilt free for an all black lingerie outfit.

A sheer, satin little number that showed off your body in the best possible way. The important bits were covered tastefully, but the sheer fabric exposed your belly, back, and top of your breasts.

It was surprisingly comfortable to wear all day, like sexy pajamas and the best part was that he had no clue. It was for you just as much as it was for him. It made you feel confident, sexy, and strong as you walked into Lee’s office. Brianna was a curveball and you didn’t know how working with her was going to go, but fuck her. Miss Headband wasn’t your problem.

“Five minutes are up,” Tre called out.

You took a deep breath and looked at yourself in the mirror. You had this. You left the bathroom and stopped in your tracks. No matter how many times you thought you had the upper hand, Tre was always there to remind you who was in charge.

He stood next to the bed with his shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, tie loose about his shoulders and slacks on. He took off his shoes and socks, feet planted firmly on the soft carpet. You had seen him in a similar state before, when he was either getting ready for work or getting ready for bed, but never before sex.

Your jaw slackened. Maybe you ought to wait. Getting spanked by your boss while he looked like this was hot as hell. You rubbed your thighs together, your pussy throbbing. His chest was shiny, gleaming in the light of the room. The chains around his neck shimmered. The black on black on him was killing you from the inside out.

He smirked, seeing your outfit. “It appears we had similar ideas,” he said.

“Yup,” you squeaked. You slapped your hand to your face. That was not sexy. So you opened your eyes, squared your shoulders, and walked closer to him. “Before we get started, there is something you should know.”

He lifted an eyebrow, watching you approach. Watching your hips sway. The confident dip to your shoulders. You grabbed onto the necktie around his shoulders, wrapping the ends around your hands, and pulled him close.

“What’s that? Begging isn’t going to change my mind,” he said.

You smiled. “I love you.”

Tre’s face dropped comically and you smirked, careful not to laugh. This was a serious matter. One that you hoped he took the correct way.

“You heard me. I love you. I have loved you for a while but it took too long for me to notice. You’ve knocked down every single brick wall I tried to throw in your face. Without even trying. And I’m glad you did.”

You brought him closer, kissing him. He was stiff at first, but he returned your kiss, hands hanging loosely by his sides. You broke the kiss and pushed him down on the bed. His legs spread apart and you walked in between, cupping his face in your hands.

“You are everything I ever prayed about,” you whispered.

He blinked at you, face unreadable. Did you mess up? Did he not believe you?

Nerves started to get the best of you. You smiled, nervously, pulling away from him. His hands grabbed hold of your hips, fingers digging in for purchase. You gasped from the force he used. Like he never, ever wanted to let you walk away.

“A day hasn’t gone by that I didn’t think about hearing those words from you,” he said, his raspy voice going deeper, needier. He stared at you and you smiled, relief flooding through you swiftly and making your knees weak.

“I know I gave you enough cause to worry–”

“It wasn’t that. I know I can come off a little strong,” he said. You gave him a look. He smiled and shook his head. “Alright, a lot strong. But I knew you were it for me. I wanted to be it for you,” he said.

“And you are. In so, so many ways,” you said. Too many for you to name. Because if you started, you’d be here all night reciting the ways that you loved him. Like some lovesick rabbit.

“I love you. I’m so thankful you’re in my life,” he said. He grinned at you. You leaned down and kissed him, throwing your arms around his neck. You took your time getting lost in his kisses. Wrapped up in them. Comforted by them.

Then, you began to kiss down his neck and his chest. His breath shuddered as you went lower and lower. You knelt on the floor, reaching for his zipper.

“Sir, I’m so sorry to disturb you. But there’s this invoice I’m having trouble with,” you said, making your voice low and sultry. Tre lifted an eyebrow at you, smirking.

“Is that right?” He asked.

You bit your lip and nodded, pulling his zipper down. You reached for his dick, pulling it free from his briefs. He was already big, swelling with need the longer you held him in your hand. He sighed, air blowing through his nose.

“Do you think you can help me? I think I need hands on instructions,” you said. You stroked him softly, your hands grazing over his velvety smooth dick. He was trying, and failing, to keep looking at you. He closed his eyes, throwing his head back with a delicious moan.

“Go ahead and put your mouth on it,” he said. He dropped his head down, focusing on you. You smirked. You opened your mouth and descended, wrapping your lips around the head of his dick.

He groaned, hips coming off of the bed briefly before settling back down. He cupped your cheek, thumb fanning across it. “Keep doing well like that, I might have to promote you,” he said.

You grinned, suckling him down further. You teased his tip, swirling your tongue and collecting little drops of precum. You sucked the salty mixture down, moaning at his taste. You looked at him while you increased your strokes, drooling on his dick, and sucking him down as far as he could go.

He moaned, pulling you down onto his dick faster. You obliged, hollowing your cheeks so that he didn’t accidentally make you gag on his dick. You braced your hands on his thighs, giving up total control to him. He used your mouth, little curses flying from his own as he did so.

You watched him, his image turning shaky as you bobbed up and down. But you loved seeing the transition on his face. The subtle way he stopped being careful and let his primal instincts take over. The way he sloppily pulled you down onto him, gurgling and sucking on him. More precum seeped into your mouth and you swallowed him down.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered before he tensed and let his climax overtake him. He groaned while he unloaded in your mouth and you sucked every last drop. When he was done, his eyes got wider.

“Shit. Did I hurt you?” He asked.

You rolled your aching jaw and shook your head. “Not at all,” you told him.

He still looked a little horrified. He had been so careful to always be sweet. Giving you pleasure before his own. You only kissed his thigh and rubbed your cheek against his leg, hairs tickling your face.

He sighed and tilted his head at you. “Why are you so perfect?” He asked.

You giggled and kissed his leg. “Far from perfect. But I’m glad you think so,” you told him. He helped you stand and then you straddled him, wiggling on his lap.

He grabbed your ass, squeezing your cheeks for dear life. You groaned, gyrating into his crotch. He sighed, kissing along your neck. He kissed along your jaw, capturing your lips with his and you sighed into the kiss, melting into his embrace.

One of his hands slipped between you, moving your lingerie to the side and sliding a knuckle along your slit. You hissed, gyrating once more. He moaned and pulled away from the kiss. “You weren’t gonna tell me how wet you are?” He asked.

“I thought you liked surprises,” you said with a fake pout, kissing him again. He grinned against your lips. You pulled back to look at him. A dark glint entered his eye while he started to finger you, dragging moans and sighs from you like a musician to an instrument.

Before long, you were clutching onto his shoulders, hanging on, while you screamed out an orgasm. He continued to pump his fingers inside while you came and when you were done, he pulled his fingers out and licked them. He smirked.

You tilted your head. The hand that was still on your ass, came around your waist as he flipped you off of him and onto the bed. He joined you, pulling your set to the side and dipping a long tongue into your wet heat.

“Oh shit!” You screamed. You tried to wiggle away from him, but he held you by the thighs. He pushed them further apart while he sucked, licked, and teased your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you whined. Your voice sounded alien to you. Needy. Desperate. Out of your mind with insane pleasure. The love you felt for him only increased tenfold as he teased another orgasm from you. You gripped onto his head, pushing his face into your pussy while he slurped greedily at your entrance.

You collapsed onto the bed with a deep sigh. Your thighs were still shaking as he leaned up into a pushup on top of you. You weakly slapped at his chest, feeling so damn good and noodle-like that you didn’t want this night to end.

Tre kissed along the teddy that you wore, warm breath fanning across your oversensitive body. He calmed you in waves, body returning to normal before he scooted up. He kissed you and you tasted yourself on his tongue. You moaned while he got comfortable.

You pushed the shirt off of his shoulders, wanting to feel and see more of him. His chains dangled from his thick neck and you watched, mesmerized by the gold. He lined himself up, sliding his dick between your folds to get him nice and wet with your juices.

“I need it,” you moaned, staring up at him like you were drunk.

“What you need?” He asked.

“I need you,” you whispered. He kissed you again, lips lingering while he slowly pushed inside. You gasped, cries escaping you.

“I need you, too,” he said. He bottomed out and you cried, clutching him to you. You bit his shirt while he began to stroke, hips rotating and fucking you.

Your whines were tinny and small, gasping for breath while he fucked it out of you. Your nails scratched him, deep through his shirt, while he stroked. As he did so, he kissed you slowly. His lips warm. His dick big, digging you out.

“I love you, I love you,” you huffed. The orgasm was approaching fast. Like you were being pulled towards an oncoming storm.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he chanted, each stroke a new declaration. A new stake. Planting himself as deep as possible. Ingraining into your very bones.

“Cum for me, baby,” he groaned, desperate eyes locked with yours.

You pulled his shirt, back bowing, as the storm overtook you. You screamed, eyes rolling back into the void, as you came. You may have been speaking in tongues. You may have been speaking perfect Mandarin. The only thing you did know was that the orgasm was powerful and took your hearing in one ear.

It rung as you held on. Tre’s strokes turned sloppy, uncoordinated, as he grunted and came with a long, suspended curse. “Fuck,” he said.

You collapsed onto the bed and he collapsed on top of you. You looked at him and laughed. No reason why. You just felt free. Happy. He did that for you.

“You make me so happy,” you told him.

His chuckles joined yours while he turned his head towards you. “You make me so fucking happy. Even happier if you accepted my marriage proposal,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. You supposed you saw that coming. “I ain’t hear no proposal,” you said.

He chuckled, getting back to his hands. He pulled out, wet squelching making you hiss and bite your lip. He pulled on the nightstand dresser, pulling out a small black box. You leaned up on your elbows. “Tre, what the hell is that?” You asked.

He didn’t say anything as he opened the box. Inside was a gorgeous obsidian ring, inlay with gold pieces. He slipped it into your finger, a perfect fit. He took advantage of your distracted state, kissing you. He pushed back inside, pulling a deep gasp from your lungs. “Marry me,” he commanded.

You opened your mouth, prepared to give him another bratty response. He repeated his stroke, knocking the breath out of you with the force of it. “Fu-yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!”

He smiled wide and it made your toes curl. “You better had a said yes.”

“Or what?” You asked.

Though you regretted it as soon as he showed you exactly what would’ve happened had you said no. And what happened because you said yes. You made love into the early morning light until you were both too sore and exhausted to do anything but fall asleep after clumsily cleaning each other up in the bathroom.

The end.

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Mr. Black, Part 6

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FLUFF. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), oral (male and fem receiving) , spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, mentions of female anatomy, dumbass reader, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: Tre has an unexpected surprise for you that leads to even more conversations about...whatever the hell this is between you. You do end up loving the surprise and you get a bigger peak inside that gorgeous head of his.

Word Count: 10,614k

A/N: I promise not all of my fics will be this long moving forward! This was the most self-indulgent fic I've ever written and it healed something in me LOL. As an update, I had Covid this past week and I'm just getting my strength back. Please be kinder to your faves! I am over the moon that you enjoy my works and look forward to the next chapter, but let's keep it cute. My family are my opps and do not like to see me happy. If ya'll only knew what I had to endure writing this...These updates will take time. And I'm doing this for free! This is a hobby! I'm not a smut machine. Let's stay mindful of that. To prove you actually read this far, put your fave fruit in the comments! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

The week between Christmas and New Year’s was a lawless haze spent mostly in Tre’s bed. You hadn’t seen your place all week and it should bother you. There was no mention of it. There was no conversation to be had. He just kept inviting you back to his place and you kept saying yes.

He got you a hygiene kit complete with a Coach bag to put it in. You told him you could just pack something from your place, but he wouldn’t hear of it. You had your very own electric toothbrush sitting on his sink.

Every time you went to the bathroom, you stared at the thing as if it could come alive at any moment. It was a courtesy thing, nothing more. It didn’t mean you were moving in. You were quickly realizing that Tre might’ve lacked proper social skills. With all his big talk, he lacked the cues necessary to clue you into whatever the fuck was going on with him.

He couldn’t possibly think that he could get you a hygiene kit, keep pajamas over - not that you used them much - and you would just smile and wave and move into his fucking house?!

The past week, he had kept you in a near-permanent sex fog. He still ate you out at work, stating that he simply liked the taste of you on his tongue while he dealt with the company hemorrhaging money at an alarming rate. He told you that your sweet taste made dealing with idiot managers worth every solid minute.

He still had you suck him off in the morning, stating that he loved nothing more than pumping you full of him to start your day. He was able to work harder and smarter with empty balls and thoughts of what he was going to do to you later at his place.

There wasn’t enough time to really talk. There was this burning obsession with each other that didn’t seem to let up as the week went on. Every time you finished having sex, you wanted to crawl under his skin and do it all over again. You couldn’t get him out of your system. In between sex marathons, him cooking, and your conversations about interests, there wasn’t enough time to discuss the whole…headband situation.

You sat at your desk presently and your eyes kept flickering towards the front of the building. You couldn’t see much past the desks and chairs. The thought of Miss Headband returning made you ill. You were comfortable with the knowledge that Tre was yours in whatever capacity this was, but uncomfortable that Brianna thought she could walk in whenever she wanted.

What stopped any of his other conquests from walking through the door? Or calling you to set up dick appointments with him? You hadn’t been working for him long but you wouldn't be surprised if he had past assistants schedule such things.

Your nails tapped on your desk. Your jealousy was showing. And it didn’t suit you well to show it at work where anyone could see. You needed to put an end to the uncertainty. If Tre had a black book, he needed to burn it right this second. He wasn’t going to need it anymore.

Panic was a funny thing. Sometimes, it felt like a bubbling pot of oil sludging through your veins. Sometimes, it felt like a thousand tiny insects with wings fluttering beneath your skin. You felt a mixture of both as you checked your mental status.

Maybe Tre was rubbing off on you too much. Your friends had said you were turning distant lately. You usually told them everything, but how did you even begin to describe what the hell this was?

It started off as something hot and naughty between you and your boss. Everyone had that fantasy right? Being railed against an office desk until your eyes were crossing and you were screaming in pleasure?

All your life, you thought there was a schedule and order to these things. You meet a man, you go on a few dates, you explore interests together, and you date some more. You meet the friends and get their stamp of approval. Then it’s the family’s turn. You move in with each other to see if you could cohabit a space together. Perhaps get an animal together to see if you can take care of a living thing as a precursor to kids. Then, there’s some wholly romantic and unique proposal with the help of your friends or family. A wedding, a honeymoon, boom, pop out some kids and build a life together.

This was so fuckin’ backwards, you didn’t know where to start besides him swatting your ass. There have been no dates, just earth-shattering, world-ending orgasms, a few items at his place, and you left in a perpetual state of what-the-fuck?

Order and schedules made sense to you. It kept you on track. This…was messy as hell.

You sighed audibly and rubbed your head. It was too much thinking and it was giving you a fuckin’ headache.

“What’s wrong?”

You yelped and jumped in your seat. The chair went rolling to the left as you looked to the right to see Tre half sitting on your desk. Where the fuck did he come from?

“You scared the hell outta me!” You placed your hand against your chest to see how fast it was going.

“Maybe you should stop daydreaming at work,” he said with that damn smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t daydreaming, I was thinking,” you told him.

He sighed audibly and hung his head. “Nothing good ever comes from you overthinking,” he said.

“Shut up. It’s not overthinking. Logic calms me down,” you said.

His smirk returned. “I can think of something else that’ll calm you down,” he said.

“Shh!” You looked around the empty office. It was lunchtime and sunny outside, so everyone went out to the food trucks to take advantage of the warm weather. Still, you had to be cautious from anyone who might overhear.

You moved to stand up but Tre blocked your path. “Not hungry?” You asked.

Tre smiled and looked off into the distance. He took a few steadying breaths and looked back at you. “Got you on a schedule already,” he said.

Now it was your turn to look away with a goofy grin on your face. His words brought to mind something Brianna mentioned.

“Hey, what did Brianna mean by 'training me’?” You asked.

“I’ll explain all that. First, let’s go. We’re gonna be late,” he said.

“Late for what?” You asked. You turned to your computer, bringing up his schedule. The weekend had been blocked out without you noticing. He had no meetings or calls set up. “What is this?”

You clicked through the change history but Tre put his hand over yours to stop you. “It’s okay, I handled it.”

“Handled it? I’m the one that handles your schedule! When did you do this?” You asked. You literally had one job and you were too distracted this week to notice that he had been shuffling and moving things around.

You tried to picture him being sneaky and dealing with other assistants while he moved meetings. You pictured getting a random call from someone with a voice like his. A voice made for phone sex and your panties were already growing damp thinking about it. Yeah, he could finagle his way through just about anything if he had half a mind.

“Come on!” He grinned and pulled you from your seat. You had just enough time to grab your purse. He held your hand as he pulled you through the empty office. Panic jumbled your nerves. Instead of pulling you to the front of the building where the food trucks were, he pulled you to the back of the building.

You knew there was a back of the building, conceptually, but you didn’t know there was an entrance this way. You were hired in the mix of things and you didn’t get an official tour before diving in and picking up the slack.

There was nobody back here as he swiped his badge and you were let out into a parking lot. It was small, filled with only a few expensive cars.

“You have a private parking area? Ya’ll suck,” you giggled.

Tre tugged you towards his car. You weren’t good with car brands but you were pretty sure it was a Lexus SUV. He opened the door for you and motioned for you to get in.

“What about my car?” You asked.

“I took care of it,” he said with that damn smile.

“What the hell is going on?” You asked. You placed your hands on your hips and faced him completely.

Instead of answering, Tre looked at his watch. “You have about two minutes before the other managers pull in and see you hopping in my car. I’m sure they will have thoughts about it,” he said.

Your fear of being discovered was greater than your need for knowledge. You could needle him in the car. You hopped inside with his help and then he closed the door with instructions to put your seatbelt on. You rolled your eyes and did it, not because he said so, but because it was sensible.

Tre rounded the front of the black truck and hopped in himself. He sighed with a smug smile on his face and started the car. His windows were tinted well past the legal limit. But you had a feeling he just didn’t give a shit.

He pulled out of the parking lot just as a smaller sedan was pulling in. You sank down in the seat but Tre only chuckled at you. Clear of the parking lot, he swiftly pulled onto the freeway.

“Okay, I’m in the car. What the hell is going on?”

“You know, you’re cute as hell when you’re confused. You get a little crinkle in your nose,” he said. He sped up on the mostly clear freeway and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“You’re not going to tell me no matter how many times I ask, huh?” You asked.

He grinned and flicked his eyes to you. “Look at you catching on,” he said.

You growled and folded your arms across your chest. You turned away from him as much as you could in the seat and looked outside the window at the passing cars and freeway signs. You could tell that you were heading North but anything could be North.

“I promise you’ll like the surprise,” he said.

“I don’t like not knowing what’s going on,” you said.

“I know. I’ll break you of that,” he said.

“Excuse me?” You flipped your head to look at him but he kept his eyes trained on the road. One hand was on the steering wheel and he slowly inched his other hand towards your thigh. He squeezed the bare skin, his pinkie lightly grazing your pink dress.

You hated that your body reacted instantly. Your pussy fluttered and you were going to be damp in a minute thinking about that hand and all the nasty things he’s done so far.

“I don’t repeat myself,” he said.

You could be petty and point out that he’s repeated some things to you. But if he wanted to keep up his little fantasy, you weren’t going to cure him of it. As much as you liked to test his boundaries, you still had handprints on your ass from the last time you tried to get cute.

You focused on just being able to breathe while his thumb rubbed your left thigh. Soft music played in the car, low enough to not be annoying, but high enough to get the general rhythm.

The sights turned more industrial as you headed towards…LAX? Was he taking you to the fucking airport?

He got off the ramp for it, circling around, and headed towards the entrance on Century. He joined the congested traffic as he took the ramp to departures.

You huffed in disbelief. “You have to be joking. Where are we going? I haven’t packed, I haven’t got any supplies, I haven’t told anyone. I can’t–”

“I had a lovely chat with your friend, Ka’ron, the other day. She’s a little mad you didn’t tell her about me. I’ll admit, I was a little hurt too,” he said. He talked as he maneuvered around the insane traffic at LAX. It was like people lost all sense of decorum at the airport. People weaved in and out with little regard to who was behind or beside them. They had no idea which terminal to get to or realize that they couldn’t park at the curb forever.

Buses and shuttles ran through the inner road of the airport. You still hated that they changed the flow of traffic. It seemed much more dangerous to have you stand at the outer curb to be picked up. And the construction for the incoming train was plain annoying.

“You talked to Ka’ron?!” You screeched. Too many questions flowed through your head. How did he get her number? What did he even tell her? What the hell was this?

“I told her that I wanted to surprise you with a trip and after she got done laughing at the surprise part, she helped me pack your bags this week.”

Your eyes bugged out of your head. Your friend was going to murder you. After she got done begging for every last scrap of detail she could get out of you, she was going to murder you for not telling her sooner.

“You have crossed so many–”

“I also bought you new travel bags. I didn’t care that they didn’t match, but they were really raggedy,” he said. He pulled into long-term parking, grabbing a ticket from the kiosk, and the metal arm raised. He pulled in and began the search for a good spot.

Gurgles of sounds escaped your throat but you couldn’t form a single sentence. Were you having a heart attack? Aneurysm? Were your blood vessels popping at this very instant?

“She helped me find your passport,” he said. He turned and backed into the parking space.

In the middle of your meltdown, you could appreciate the slip of skin at his neck as he looked backwards to park. It was somehow hotter that he didn’t solely rely on the back-up camera. You’d dreamt of that open collar enough times to call yourself a stalker at this point.

“Passport?!” Where the hell was he taking you? You weren’t going to say no to a free fucking trip. You weren’t that dumb. It was…the lack of consideration that bugged you. The fact that he’d been planning and plotting while he had you twisted up in all kinds of shapes no human body was meant to be contorted into.

Or perhaps…it was a control thing. You were without an anchor or foothold in this. You didn’t see this coming at all. You had no say over where you were going, when you were leaving, when your friends would know about him, what they would know about him, what you would wear, or do. It was beyond unnerving.

Tre shut off the car and got out, leaving no room for you to ask a thousand questions. You were still in your office attire for fuck’s sake? Not the most comfortable traveling outfit. There was no way in hell you were going through TSA in fucking heels.

He rounded the car and opened your door for you, letting you out with a smug wink. He really didn’t see anything wrong with whisking you off to some exotic place without a conversation first. Had there been even a tiny ounce of communication beforehand, you wouldn’t be quite so shocked and pissed.

Next, Tre went to the trunk and lifted the door, pulling out a rose gold London Fog suitcase and a complementary Coach duffle bag. Your mouth dropped open. It was so gorgeous, you drooled a bit as he pulled out his own black suitcase and duffle bag. He moved both to the side and then handed you a more personal bag.

“Move your things from your purse to that. We’ll put your purse in the trunk,” he said. You stared at him like he was some alien with four heads.

He smiled and stepped closer to you, pulling you by the hips flush against him. You refused to give him any indication that this shit was okay. But he kissed your forehead, then your cheek, and pecked your lips.

“Trust me. It’ll be good,” he said.

You pressed your lips together and decided to surrender for the time being. Your boss…lover…boyfriend…was taking you somewhere and you didn’t have to lift a finger. There were worse arguments to be had.

The personal bag looked like a smaller version of the duffle. You ran your hands over the soft fabric filled with tiny C’s and then opened it. Inside, there was your Kindle, various meds you may need, head scarf, sleep mask, and ear pods. There was also a brand new matching wallet that you transferred your ID and cards to. This whole thing was absurd but you let yourself enjoy it.

Once done, he took your purse and placed it in the trunk in an innocuous box and closed it. “We’ll change in the lounge,” he said.

Your eyes bugged out again but he wasn’t going to answer a single fucking question so you let him grab your bags and walked over to the bridge connecting you to the terminal. There, he wheeled your bags to the check in counter. He pulled out both of your passports and handed them over to the agent.

She was an attractive Black woman with her hair pulled into a bun. She openly ogled your man so you moved next to him and peered over his shoulder. “Make sure I have the window seat, baby. You know I like to look outside when we take off,” you said and grinned at him, not looking at the woman at all.

Tre smirked down at you. He placed his hand on the small of your back and leaned down to kiss your cheek and then whispered in your ear. “You’re so sexy when you’re jealous.”

The woman cleared her throat and finished taking the necessary steps to check in your suitcases with a much better, more professional attitude. You made sure to smile and thank her while he grabbed your duffle bags and personal bag from the counter. He scooped up your passports and tickets and tucked them into his bag. Then, he grabbed your hand and you moved on to the security line.

Getting through that was a headache all on its own, but once through, Tre pulled you towards a lounge. You knew they existed, you just never had the luxury of being inside one. It was quiet with muted lighting and a bar area where people sat for drinks and the latest game on TV.

As he said, there were bathrooms and he told you there was a travel outfit in your bag. You stood in the fancy bathroom, half-giggling like a madwoman as you changed out of your dress into more comfortable clothing. You now had on black leggings, tennis shoes, a loose gray shirt, and a light gray sweater. That had been most of the bulk in your duffle, so you had room to fold up your dress. The heels were a bit of a problem, but that was okay. If they got messed up, you were making him buy you a new pair. And you’d only feel slightly guilty about it.

After dressing, you went out into the lounge area. You skipped over Tre twice, not because you didn’t recognize him, but because you were surprised to see him outside of formal wear. Sure, you’d seen him lounge at home in his briefs, or the pajamas he wore to cook, but you had never seen him out and about in his element.

He wore black, of course, but it was a black Henley T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black jeans, black boots, and his glasses. He looked good enough to fucking eat and you had to stop just outside the door to admire how hot he was.

He was looking down at his phone so he hadn’t seen you walk out. But as if you were linked, he looked up at that moment and grinned. You walked over to the bar area and he grabbed your bags from you.

He grabbed your hands and opened them so he could take in your outfit. “You look so fucking gorgeous,” he said.

“You clean up pretty well yourself,” you said.

He held out the bar stool for you and helped you settle in. There was already a strawberry margarita sitting there for you and you sipped it, letting the frozen treat relax you. “Our plane leaves in an hour so you have time to finish,” he said.

“Any hint to where we’re going?” You asked.

He shrugged and sipped on his whiskey. “You’ll see at the gate,” he said.

“The only thing you can’t hide from me,” you said.

He grinned. “I could if I really wanted to. Make you wear your earphones the whole trip.”

“I can see the board,” you said.

“Not if I didn’t want you to,” he said.

You threw up your hands. “You know how insane this is right? Calling my friend, planning this behind my back, ambushing me in the middle of the work day? Where do people think you are?”

“I am on my way to a conference for potential clients. Since I’m such an awesome boss, I gave you the weekend to spend with your family,” he said.

“No one’s going to buy that,” you said with a giggle. You wouldn’t buy that shit if you heard it.

“They have no proof to the contrary. I know my methods are off, but I know a few ways you can thank me on the plane. I always wanted to join the mile high club,” he said and eyed your outfit. “Maybe we should’ve gone with something easier to take off.”

You slapped his thick arm. “Not on your life,” you said. The tips of your ears burned just thinking of it. Those tiny ass bathrooms ensured there was no way two people could fit. And you were not sucking him off in first class. He was too damn big for any other seating.

He chuckled and sipped more of his drink. You talked more with him pointedly ignoring your questions until he looked at his watch. He grinned, that wide smile melting your insides, as he grabbed your things and took your hand.

The casual way he touched you, openly, in the airport where everyone was anonymous was a balm to your spirit. You didn’t know you needed this…validation of the two of you. You didn’t care what people thought of you to the extent that you were together. You were more concerned about office politics. If you wanted to be taken seriously, you couldn’t let the office gossips think you were sleeping your way to the top.

Out in the open like this, you felt excited to be the one holding his hand while he guided you through the chaos of the airport. He walked leisurely to your gate. You frantically searched the boards for destinations. These were all domestic flights to the East Coast. Atlanta, New York, Chicago…

He stopped at a gate going to Miami. You eyed him as he took up a place near the gate. They were beginning to call for your group.

“Now boarding first class to Jamaica, with a stop in Miami. Now boarding…”

“Jamaica?!” You whispered to him and he grinned down at you.

He squeezed your hand as he moved you in line, handing the agent your tickets, and then pulling you down the tunnel. You had no room to talk as he placed your bags in the overhead bin and you settled into the nicer seats in first class. For once, your big ass fit comfortably in the seat with enough foot room to swing your feet.

Shit, after flying like this, you might have to do it all the time and leave your friends in economy. You were all going to the same place, you didn’t have to sit next to each other. The flight attendant asked if you wanted a drink as more people got onboard. You accepted a tequila neat and settled into your seat, wiping everything down with cleanser wipes you found in your personal bag. Your girl really fucking knew you.

“Bougie looks good on you,” he said as he watched you.

“Shut up! I’m gonna enjoy the fuck out of this. When are we coming back?” You asked.

“Tuesday night,” he said.

You couldn’t help looking outside, looking at the people who passed. You didn’t want to contain your excitement. As the boarding ended and the plane began to taxi down the runway, Tre settled in his seat and tapped your arm to get your attention.

“Why haven’t you told your friends about us?” He asked.

He wanted to discuss that now? “And say what? ‘Hey guys, what’s new with me? Well, my boss has been blowing my back out for the past few weeks?’” You whispered so everybody in first class wouldn’t hear your business.

He scrunched up his face. “It’s not official until your friends know. And I’m not just your boss,” he said.

You threw up your hands. “What else am I supposed to call you?”

“Your boyfriend?” Tre asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Boyfriend! That’s what you are?” You asked.

The captain started speaking about preparing for liftoff, so you were spared a few moments as the flight attendants came around to collect trash and remind you about the trays.

The plane took off and Tre never stopped looking at you. As it ascended, he leaned in so he could be heard over the roar of the engines and mounting pressure.

“That’s exactly what I am. And I want you to tell them about me,” he said.

You looked at him. He was serious about this shit. You didn't know what to say or what to call him. You guessed it was the logical step after declaring “you’re mine” while hopping on his dick. You licked your lips and nodded. “You’re my boyfriend. I’ll tell them when we land,” you said.

He smiled and sat back in his seat as if it had been eating at him. The tension left his shoulders. When the plane leveled out, the flight attendants came around with warm peanuts and drinks. You got some water to balance the drinks you’d had.

The plane ride to Miami was comfortable now that Tre decided to relax. You were able to joke with him about the book he chose to read while you whipped out your Kindle and awkwardly told him about the filthy book you were reading. You had a brief layover once you got to Miami. You collected shot glasses for your friends.

The plane ride to Jamaica was smooth. You were flying into the night but the sight as you descended still stole your breath. The water was a mix of cerulean and true blue, with scores of seaweed you could see from the plane. The island didn’t look all that big flying overhead, but the hills were wide and varied in height.

The plane had to turn to land into the small ass runway and you were half concerned as the captain easily guided the plane onto it. You rolled into the gate and Tre helped bring your bags down.

The airport itself smelled like Shea butter and breezy sandy beaches and you inhaled deeply. You had traveled all over the world at this point with your girls. Hitting up spots in Europe and Mexico, but there was something so amazing about landing in a place with people that looked like you.

Everywhere you went, there was another Black face to greet you. There were fans up high blowing hot wind at you but to you, it was perfect. As you got off the plane, there was a man standing there with Tre’s name. He walked you past the long line to the left for regular people.

That line was long and looked unbearably hot as people stood there trying to get through customs. You assumed the young man was a driver with his company shirt and shorts on. You never saw anything like it. He guided you through the lane to the right, going down a ramp, and turning into a much shorter customs line. The agent at the gate checked in your passports, stamping them, asking routine questions.

Through, the driver stood off to the side while you waited for the bags. There were gorgeous Jamaican women with red outfits on helping people find their carousel and telling you to settle in for a long wait because they were slow.

The accents were the best part. It sounded like coming home. A deep, ancient knowing made you feel at home here than you ever did in the States. Tre grabbed your bags from the carousel since they came out among the first bags. The driver took it from him and led you out of the busy airport.

There were just…Black people everywhere. For once, you didn’t feel like an oddball out when you traveled. Seeing Black faces was the norm. The driver took you through the final screening, handing over a form Tre filled out while on the plane. Then, you were out of the baggage claim area where even more people congregated. Bus drivers were trying to find people to scoop up, taxi drivers did the same, and there were so many guides waving signs for tours.

Outside, the air was balmy but comfortable and the driver led you to his car. There was nothing fancy about it, but you climbed in all the same while Tre talked with him. Then you were off.

You had to keep pinching yourself. Jamaica was gorgeous. The rolling grassy hills were interrupted by pockets of communities. You passed by signs of colonization. Plazas, houses, Popeyes. You giggled and pointed it out to Tre who just smiled like you were the most adorable thing on the planet.

It still blew your mind that he wanted to be your boyfriend. It seemed so high school the way you felt about it. But it felt right so you decided to go with the flow. By the time you made it to the adults only resort, you were absolutely tired. Tre told you to sit in the waiting area while he handled everything.

In no time, you were showering in your suite still pinching yourself that this was actually happening. You had dinner, buffet style, and enjoyed part of that evening’s entertainment. There was live music and a dancing troupe that you half paid attention to. Now, you just wanted to crawl into bed but you still had so many questions.

You let Tre see your text message as you texted your friends that you arrived safely with your boyfriend. You had landed and your phone dinged immediately upon turning on. Ka’ron told your entire friend group that not only were you getting regular dick, you had been whisked away on a fancy trip on some real movie type shit.

But Tre didn’t look satisfied with what you said. So you made him take a photo with you with the amazing view in the background. You confirmed that he was a sex god and you would give all the nasty details when you got back. He was much happier about the photo and asked you to send it to him.

He was so…domestic and it was freaking you the fuck out. You didn’t have the energy to bombard him with millions of questions. He tucked you into bed and then you were drifting off to sleep, trying to remember everything you wanted to ask him.

The next day, after breakfast, you took a look around the resort and everything it had to offer. There were multiple pools and a small beach area where you could go and relax. The resort had towels and pool equipment for you, but it was tied to your room number. If you didn’t return it when you were done, then it would be charged to your room.

Ka’ron didn’t steer you wrong with the outfits she chose for the trip. All light, lounge wear that fit easily over skimpy bathing suits your friends made you buy. You had no intention of actually wearing them. But that was all she packed and the look on Tre’s face was worth it.

He was content to walk around like everything was fine, but your questions were burning you from the inside out. Worse than the damn sun. This was their milder season so you knew it could have been much, much worse. But the UV index was much higher so you stayed spraying on your sunscreen.

You held hands and stopped at some of the gift shop areas spread around. There was an ice cream shop that sold coffee and meat pies. You got ice cream while Tre went for coffee. But his entire focus was on you licking your spoon.

You began to do it deliberately slowly, licking every inch. You put the end in your mouth and slowly withdrew it while keeping your eyes on him. Your body heated up from the way his eyes were trained on your lips. He caught every movement and swipe of your tongue across your lips to lick it up.

Tre grabbed your ice cream cup and threw it away. “Hey! I wasn’t finished!” You complained.

“I’ll buy you another one,” he said. The ice cream was “free” due to the all-inclusiveness of the resort package but you weren’t going to split hairs. Here, you and Tre were always on the same page.

Your body responded to him like it had never done in the past with previous lovers. You felt him on a cellular level as your swimsuit grew damp from your arousal. He pulled you to the elevator and your room, barely opening the door before pulling you inside and slamming you up against the door.

His lips crashed into yours, desperate and needy. Moans escaped you even as his beard tickled your face. You just wanted more. You pulled at his shirt and pants, undressing him just as he undressed you. He turned you around, pressing your chest against the door. He kissed your neck as he untied your top and lowered your bottoms.

Your chest was still pressed to the door so your top didn’t fall just yet. Tre’s warm hand on your back prevented you from moving. He stepped closer and you felt the heat of his chest scald your back.

You trembled in the doorway. You wanted to see him and touch him too. But he only slipped his right hand around your hips to spread your pussy lips apart. You hissed as his fingers connected with your clit.

You felt him smile against your neck. “Already wet for me, little one?”

Your head thumped against the door as he worked your wetness around your clit, diving into your pussy to gather more of your arousal and spread it around. He toyed with your clit, rolling around his fingers, and flicking it just the way you liked.

“Oh, shit, Sir,” you moaned against the door. Your cheek was pressed against it as he rubbed his erection against your ass. He nibbled on your ear, licking away any hints of pain. His left hand came up to grab your titty. He finally let the fabric fall as he pinched and rolled your nipple in time with his fingers on your clit.

“I want the neighbors next door to hear you screaming and call the front desk,” he whispered in your ear.

Pinpricks of arousal traveled up and down your body. You could barely stay standing as that particular image flashed in your mind. “I want you to explain that it was just some enthusiastic play time and nothing to be concerned about.”

Your moans were pathetic and whiny as you raised up on tip toes trying to escape his fingers. But he only pressed into you further, pressing you against the cold door. You scratched at the wooden door. There was nothing to hold on to, nothing to help you as you cried out and the orgasm ripped through you like a thunderstorm. You were whipped about in a frenzy as the power of it stole your breath away.

You cried as you calmed down. Tre withdrew his fingers and panted against your neck as if he had just gotten done fucking you. He audibly smacked his lips as he tasted you on his fingers and moaned as he licked every last digit.

He roughly turned you again, slamming his lips against yours in a brutal kiss. You took control, kissing him and pushing at his shoulders. He raised an eyebrow at you as you dropped to your knees.

His dick twitched as you palmed him, running your fingers over him once before opening your mouth and sucking him inside. You licked him just like you did that ice cream spoon. Slowly and sensually and maintaining eye contact. He groaned, licked his lips.

“Oh, that’s how we doing it?” He asked. He sat back against the wall and you adjusted with him. Then you continued teasing him and sucking him into your mouth. You played with his balls and he moaned low in his throat. You rolled them with one hand while keeping your other hand braced against his thigh.

You licked him, running your tongue across his tip. “Mm, suck me down,” he said. But you ignored him, continuing to kiss your way up and down his shaft. He chuckles were stuttered and he shook his head.

“I’ll remember this when it’s your turn,” he promised darkly. You knew he was going to pay you back when you started teasing him. But you just liked the sound of him moaning for you even more. You sucked him all the way down, trying to fit as much of him in your mouth as you could. Then you started sucking on him like he liked. Rough, bruising, bullying your mouth with his dick.

“Unf, that’s it. That’s it right there,” he coached while he threw his head back and groaned. He released himself and you swallowed every drop. He took a few deep breaths before picking you up and bringing you to the bed. He spread your legs apart and looked his fill at your dripping pussy.

“Wait! Fuck!” You didn’t need a break but you did need a tiny breather. You had been out in the sun all day walking and enjoying the day. But the feral gleam in that man’s eyes had you slightly worried that you were in danger.

“Tre,” you said, trying to get a handle on yourself. It wasn’t normal to want to throw common sense through the window and have him fuck your brains out. Right?

“The fuck did you just call me?” He asked. His deep, rough voice turned even darker as his eyes narrowed behind his glasses. He slapped your pussy and you reared up, trying to scoot away from him.

He slapped it a few more times, each one stinging more than the last. The sting gave way to a burning coil of heat that had you moaning and moving your hips for more. You hated that he turned you into exactly what you didn’t want to be, a sex doll. Well, hell, there were worse things to be while underneath him.

You stammered as you tried to think past the unbridled lust and need.

“What’s my name?” He asked. He landed another smack against your pussy. You only grew more wet. The wet slaps were getting louder and filthier and he noticed. He didn’t wait long for you to respond before continuing to slap at your pussy until your legs were shaking.

“S-Sir,” you moaned.

“What is it?” He asked. He tilted his head and you looked at him through that sex fog you’d grown accustomed to this past week. You could barely think of your answer, let alone make your mouth move, as he slammed two fingers inside you.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned. Your hands gripped and let go of the sheets around you on the king sized bed. He pumped the fingers in and out of you, moving them around to feel every inch of your soaked walls. You moaned and whined, your needy sounds somehow turning you on even more.

“What’s my name, little one?” You asked.

“Sir! Sir!” You yelled out, cried out, in time for your orgasm to kick in, making you shiver in time with the frost from the AC. You shook, out of control, thighs trembling and knees buckling. If you were standing, you’d have collapsed to the floor.

Tre scooted in, making sure your legs couldn’t close. “Remember our safe word?”

You nodded dumbly. “Candy cane,” you muttered.

He dropped his head to your belly, placing soft kisses there. “Only you can turn me into a fucking animal,” he whispered against your skin. You giggled as he continued to attack your plump belly with kisses.

He licked the swell of your breasts and moaned at your taste. You reached out and grabbed his dick, played with the precum between your bodies. He moaned and ground his hips into you, rocking with every swipe. You flicked your thumb across the tip, flicking all that pre against the tip of his dick. He sighed and groaned under your touch, latching on to your nipple and suckling you.

It began to dry up so he pulled away and dropped to his knees. “Please, Sir. I need you,” you said.

He took off his glasses and tossed them onto the bed. You grabbed them and placed them on your chest to keep them safe. There was a bite of cold from the metal but it quickly warmed. You didn’t want to get lost gripping the white sheets in desperation and accidentally crush them. Tre watched the movement and his eyes turned darker still, a thousand yard stare entering his gaze.

Sweat gathered at his brow, rolling down the side of his sweet ebony skin and sliding into his beard. His breathing was erratic as he lowered against your pussy lips and drew your legs over his shoulders.

His fingers dug into a deep massage of the back of your thighs as he nosed through your wet slit. You bit your lip and gyrated your hips, unable to control yourself from moving. He suckled one of your pussy lips into his mouth, pulling to the point of pain and you cried out.

You had no idea how you were going to survive another one but you weren’t going to tap out. You needed him just as badly as he needed you. Needed this. This was the only time you felt like you were on the same page. The only time you felt connected, mind to mind.

He moaned, inhaling your scent and swiping his tongue out. You were still so sensitive from your earlier orgasms that you twitched with every pass. The massage on your thighs already had your back arching off of the bed, but when he finally dived in and wrapped his sexy lips around your clit, you were crying out and clutching his head.

“Oh shit!” You moaned. This was different. This was him trying to prove something. Or earn something. He suckled on you, hard, pulling waves of pleasure from you and making you whine and groan and scream to the sky. Perhaps he would get his wish and the front desk would be calling you any minute, asking if everything was okay.

No, everything was not fucking okay. You were getting the life sucked out of you and it was bordering on painful. It felt too fucking good as he licked and moaned his way in between your legs. His tongue speared in and out of you, mimicking how he was going to fuck you. One of his hands disappeared from your thighs and you felt him groan and tug on himself.

“That’s my job, you know,” you managed to breathe out.

He huffed against your pussy, rolling his tongue around your clit in small, tight circles that made your eyes cross. His tugs grew rougher and you panted to get enough oxygen to form a thought.

“That’s mine,” you said before succumbing to another orgasm. This was brutal and unforgiving. It blinded and deafened you. Sweat gathered everywhere. Pooled in the crevices of your skin. Your thighs locked his head in and he kept going, kept working his jaw to wring every last bit of it out of you.

Your knuckles hurt from clutching the sheets so hard as you came and came, wave upon wave of pleasure soaking the sheets beneath you. Tre licked up everything you gushed out. You twitched with every pass, too overstimulated.

Your cry was small and weak and he finally stopped, kissing up your thighs and over your belly. His hands roamed your body, touching every inch he could. He rubbed feeling back into your limbs, anchoring you in place and bringing you back to the world of the living.

Your essence dripped nastily from his beard and he swiped a hand down to work it in. “I like when you get possessive. You said this was yours?” Tre stood over you, peering down at you. He tugged on his thick erection and it jerked as you struggled to your elbows to hold yourself up.

It looked fucking painful the way it strained away from him, veiny, and begging for you. You licked your lips. Fuck, you wanted to taste him. Wanted him to feel just as good as he made you.

“Mine,” you huffed out.

He swiped his hand through your slopping juices and coated his dick with it, rubbing himself and groaning as he looked into your eyes. “One day, I’ma paint your belly with my cum and see how many paintings I can make.”

Your pussy clenched sharply and you moaned at the mental image. You needed him to do that, like right now. Something on your face made him grin and huff a laugh. He gripped your legs and tugged you closer, ass half-hanging off the bed.

“I like the idea of stuffing you more. Fucking my cum into you and painting your insides with everything I can give you,” his rubbed the top of your thighs and your hips. His hands were always deliciously callused and it worked at turning your body into jelly.

“I want everything,” you said. You gave him puppy eyes as your voice turned soft and girly, small with need.

His hand went to your face as he leaned over you. Your sweaty bodies rubbed together and you moaned, pulling him closer by his hips. He watched you rub against him, grabbing his ass with one hand and pulling him into you.

Your head was deliciously empty. You were operating on basic instinct. You just wanted him inside of you. You just wanted to be connected to him. Claimed by him. He moved his hips, rubbing his fat dick against your folds. You were trying to move him inside of you but he was too big for all of that. He’d have to be guided in.

“You want this dick, little one?” He asked.

The pet name was like a dose of dopamine that traveled from your brain to the tips of your toes. It relaxed you further, making you smile goofily at him.

“I want that dick, Sir,” you moaned.

He pulled you by the chin for a sweet, tender kiss that made your eyes water. He used his other hand to guide him inside you. That was anything but tender. He shoved inside and your mouth dropped open.

He groaned as he looked at you and began to pump his hips at a fast, punishing pace. You couldn’t breathe. You would probably pass out in a second. Your mouth flopped like a fish as he found a spot deep inside you already. You felt full and connected just like you wanted, getting closer to him every time he was inside you.

“Breathe, little one. I don’t want you passing out on me,” he said against your lips. He kissed you as if to give you the very breath you desperately needed. You gasped and sucked in as much air as you could while he was currently stealing it from your body.

Fuck, you felt electric. On top of the world. You felt like you could do anything now that he was inside you. You rolled your head, unable to choose a position to hold and keep it. He felt too fucking good pumping into you.

Your arms trembled from trying to hold yourself up but it was important to you to stay like this. Stay close like this. Your head was bent towards his. His lips were pressing sweet kisses to your forehead and cheeks. You returned his sweet kisses so at odds with how he was fucking you.

And make no mistake, this was pure, animalistic fucking. He was rutting inside of you. “Fuck,” he moaned. “Feel so fucking good.”

You clenched around his dick. His moans made you greedy for more. You felt invincible. Power drunk. You rendered a powerful man like him speechless and sloppy as his hips jerked against you.

He stopped to adjust himself, lifting one of your legs higher and then he set to work again. You grabbed his forearms and held on, looking into each other’s eyes, as your moans matched. Your face started to contort with a rising orgasm.

“Mhm, let that shit go. Let me feel you flooding this dick. Get that dick wet for me,” he cooed.

“Sir, Sir,” you moaned. Your nails dug into his arms as you leaned your head back and it finally overtook you. “Ouue, fuuuuck, babbyyy,” you moaned as you came. Your body convulsed on his dick, flooding him just the way he wanted with your slick.

“Fuck, I feel it. Feelin’ that shit,” he groaned. He hung his head as you closed your eyes. Stars exploded behind your eyes. You closed them tightly, trying to survive this. Trying to survive him and his body.

His own orgasm was ripped from him, soaking you in his cum. You felt it pulsing inside of you, pumping load after load. His hips still snapped inside of you, fucking it even deeper. You held on, your head against the bed and flopping from side to side as you cried and moaned, shaking on his dick.

Tre panted and groaned, his hips slowing down. Fuck, you were definitely going to feel this shit later. He dropped against your shoulder, off to the side and careful to avoid his glasses on your chest. He licked and kissed on your neck as he panted and recovered.

You messily sucked in air. He’d already seen you in a bonnet and shower cap, you were out of dignities to spare. You massaged the back of his neck while he laid there. He groaned, tension leaving his body in visible waves.

He softened inside of you and slowly pulled out. He leaned back into standing, so he could open your legs and watch his cum spill out. He licked his lips as if he still wanted to play with you but you were both too fucking tired to do anything but huff and look towards the ceiling.

He flopped beside you, wiping sweat from his brow. You yawned, but he told you not to fall asleep.

Not to fall asleep? How could you not? Your poor vagina was begging you for a break and he wasn’t giving an inch.

You heard him flittering around the suite. You distantly heard water running and then he was running a warm towel between your legs. You hissed at the contact, the soreness, the desperation finally leaving your bones for the time being.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” he whispered as he cleaned you up. He disappeared again and then he was back, picking you up and scooting you further up the bed. Somehow, he produced a tray of fresh fruit and made you sit up to eat and drink the water that was also on the tray.

“Where did this come from?” You asked.

“I sent for it while I was cleaning myself off. I think you dozed off,” he said. He had a proud grin on his face and you rolled your eyes. Yes, yes, we all knew he was a sex god capabale of fucking you to sleep.

You nodded and opened your mouth while he popped a strawberry in. The fruit was delicious and refreshing after something so intense. The last thing you wanted was to eat or drink. But he pointed out that you needed something besides your light breakfast and ice cream.

You were sitting against the headboard, letting the coolness ease your feverish skin. Your legs were tucked in and he closed the distance, sitting as close as possible to you while staying in front of you.

“I owe you some answers. But first, I want to say that this was an apology trip and fucking,” he said.

“Apology?” Shit, you really couldn’t think. Your thoughts were…nonexistent.

“I owe you an apology for not letting Brianna know that we were done. That she couldn’t just walk into the office whenever she felt like anymore. We ran in the same circles and shared the same tastes. I like my women to be a little submissive in the bedroom. Tying them up, controlling their orgasms, the whole bit. That’s what she meant by training. She thought I trained you to call me, Sir.”

He hadn’t, not really. It was a default to call your bosses Ma’am or Sir or whatever they preferred to be called unless they gave you permission to call them by their name. A holdover from your old school grandparents to teach you manners. Tre terrified you in the beginning, you had honestly been too afraid to call him anything else.

He told you more about how he usually got with his women. He found that he was into the whole scene life from his time experimenting in college. He didn’t “do” relationships. In every sense of the word, you were his first real relationship. He was so focused on getting things together, he skipped over a dozen or so steps and just wanted you by his side.

It was…sweet and started to answer a lot of fucking questions about him.

“I knew that I fucked up with the Brianna thing, I heard how she was speaking to you. We spent the lunch hour talking about how we were over whether she liked it or not. She kept asking what made you so special. And I just kept telling her everything. Everything made you special.”

Your eyes were starting to tear up so you bit your lip to keep from making them fall. He was being so damn sweet and open, it was tearing you to pieces.

He looked away, looked down at your legs. His hands idly rubbed your calf as he talked more. “I knew I needed to make it up to you beyond just saying sorry or taking you to dinner. I needed you to know I’m serious,” he said.

You reached out and caressed his cheek, tugging on his beard. “Trust me, I know you’re serious,” you said with a giggle.

He shook his head. “I know I ambushed you with this. But there’s still so much I don’t know about you. I heard you talking to Ka’ron one day and knew she was the main one to ask about this. When she said she never heard of me, I will admit, that hurt.”

He said as much back at the airport. You dropped your hand to his, to the one drawing circles on your calf. You squeezed his hand and looked into his open, brown eyes. “I’m not ashamed of you. I didn’t know how to explain it. You’re still my boss,” you said.

“I’m not just your boss,” he said.

“No, but…sometimes you push forward and there’s never a conversation in between. Like you decide all these things in this…relationship but you don’t tell it to me. You leave ‘me’ out of the relationship and that’s no way to be together. I need that conversation to ground me. I’m not a mind reader.”

“I can’t help it. It feels like I’m always trying to gauge whether you have one foot in or one foot out. I feel like…I have to catch you by surprise,” he said.

That was fair. You had a history of running and being scared. You were constantly running from situations that were too real, too honest. You hated that you weren’t always seen as the “fun, uncomplicated” girlfriend. When guys pushed for more, you were the first out of the door and onto the next one. Over and over, ready to bolt at the first sign of something being real.

“I am in. I am yours. I am not going anywhere,” you said. “I promise to talk to you first if I ever feel like bolting. But that’s just it! I don’t feel like bolting with you.”

You still felt panicked sometimes, like you couldn’t breathe with the mounting pressure and knowledge that all of this could come crashing down on your head. That everyone would find out and snicker and laugh you out of the office. That Tre would realize that he was dating someone so far beneath his league, it was laughable.

“I feel like you’re going to realize we’re not on the same level,” you admitted.

“We’re not. You’re so far out of my league, I don’t know why you’re here,” he said.

You looked at him, waiting for him to laugh or yell, “Gotcha!” It never came. He was fucking serious. The realization made you look at him like he was crazy.

“Get the fuck out,” you said and shook your head, laughing.

“I’m very serious,” he said. You felt like you knew him by now. He didn’t “do” humor that much either. He made you laugh and you had fun watching comedy specials together, but for the most part, he was deadly serious.

“You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met. You’re smart, funny, and you can talk about so much shit I never heard about. I feel like I have to shower you with gifts and trips to make you like me,” he said.

You pushed at his chest. “You’re so full of shit and I’m not falling for it. I’m not after your money!”

“I know,” he said with that shit-eating grin you’re so fond of. “I check the statements. You haven’t used my card once. What’s up with that?”

You threw up your hands. “Did Brianna ever get a card?” You asked. You couldn’t look at him while you asked that question. You didn’t want to compare yourself to Lil’ Miss Headband but you needed to know.

“You are the only one I’ve ever trusted my money to,” he said. He brought your hand to his lips.

You sighed quietly, loving to hear that. You’d just about die if it turned out that he gave every little woman he slept with a card.

“Sounds like we’re both harboring shit instead of talking,” you said.

He nodded. “We promised honesty from here on out, yeah?” He asked.

You nodded, popping a grape into your mouth. “Total honesty. No matter how scared we are or how much it hurts.”

Tre sucked his teeth and fought you for a piece of cheese. “Ain’t nobody scared,” he said.

You laughed and called him a liar and continued to talk a few things out. He didn’t mind reassuring you over and over that you were the only one he’d really been with. You still found it hard to believe, you had eyes.

His ego needed no stroking as he confirmed that there were always women after him but it was hard to tell if they wanted him or his money. He had no problem treating his lady, but when it was expected and not appreciated, it got old fast. You respected it. You’d still have a hard time believing it though.

You spent the rest of the weekend, much more relaxed that you didn’t have the weight of Brianna hanging over your head. You were able to swim and venture out into Jamaica to a local shopping place with women selling wares. A lot of it was the same thing from stall to stall and you felt bad having to tell a lot of them no. Tre was patient and let you get however many souvenirs you wanted for your friends.

You spent New Year’s with him inside of you, making you beg for mercy until your voice gave out and your body quaked. You got your kiss at midnight. It was sloppy and wet and perfect.

Unfortunately, you had to return home to a million calls from your friends and family. Cat was out of the bag officially. You made sure that Tre knew it was all his fault to which he only grinned and asked which house you were visiting first. But now that you were back in sunny California, a pit gnawed in your belly.

You didn’t know how to broach the subject. You had planned to tell him when you weren’t tearing each other’s clothes off last week, but then the trip threw you for a loop.

He brought you to your place, after you had to practically grab the steering wheel and make him drive you to your place and not his. You made sure he knew that you weren’t trying to leave him, you just had things to check on and he was perfectly capable of coming to your place. Unless he’d spontaneously burst into hives from not sleeping on black sheets. Traveling was a fluke, the rules didn’t apply while on vacation.

“Oh, we got jokes,” he said and grinned on the way to your place. “I��ll remember that tomorrow.” He kept that evil grin on his face and you shuddered to think of what he had planned while you clenched your thighs together.

At your place, you stopped him from getting out of the car with a hand on his. He looked at you, growing more and more concerned as he looked at your face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I don’t know how to just blurt this out,” you said. Your leg bounced in your seat. Your street was quiet for once, no one outside to distract you.

“Hey, total honesty.”

You nodded. “I was going to tell you last week but…” You took a deep breath and then closed your eyes. Rip that bandaid off.

“Someone’s stealing a shit ton of money from the company.”

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Mr. Black, Part 5

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), oral (male and fem receiving) , spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, dumbass reader, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: The morning after spending an incredible night with Tre, he wakes you up with a morning surprise. You learn more about each other. Back at the office, things seemed to have calmed down between you until there's a surprise visitor.

Word Count: 7,425k

A/N: Whew, we getting into the nitty gritty between these two. But I think reader has reached an important milestone. This was so hot to write! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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You woke up feeling like you were in the jaws of hell. Your thighs were slick with sweat. You slowly rose to consciousness and pushed your hand out, looking for the edge of your fluffy comforter, but you were met with a thinner one. You opened one eye to peek at it and last night came rushing back at you.

You turned your head and saw Tre still deep in sleep. His chest rumbled up and down with soft snores. One arm was draped over your middle and the other was beneath the pillow under your head. His leg was wrapped around yours. You were completely tucked into his chest.

You waited for the panic to settle in. You couldn’t remember the last time you woke up next to someone after getting thoroughly fucked to sleep. But strangely it didn’t come. You weren’t super comfortable, but you weren’t ready to run into the hill screaming bloody murder either.

You watched him as he slept. He still looked so severe. As if he could wake up at any moment and order you around.

You were burning the fuck up, so you grabbed his hand to move it. He shifted and wrapped his hand around your stomach, pulling you deeper into his chest. His leg hiked up higher on yours and you flopped onto the bed. He was like a damn boulder!

You tried to extricate his arm from around you but he only dug in. You huffed and nudged him with your elbow. You tried pushing him a little harder. You were uncomfortably sweaty. Under your boobs, your ass, your thighs. You needed some air, pronto. You shoved against him with all of your might but he was much larger than you.

You shifted your hips trying to dislodge his leg. His big hand flexed against your tummy while his head dropped against your ear. “You ready for mornin’ dick?” He asked.

“You can’t be serious!”

As if your vagina wasn’t worn out already. As if he hadn’t dragged you to heaven and back because he wasn’t done with you yet. As if he hadn’t been knocking the coins out of you for the past week!

But he only laughed. How was it fair that his voice was even sexier first thing in the morning? It was so low and deep and gravelly. Even as your mind was screaming for you to stand up, your pussy began to throb.

Already, you were addicted to his touches. You told him last night that you didn’t want the sex to stop. And you meant it. You didn’t quite mean it this literally.

He moved his hand down your stomach, flexing his fingers all over your skin. He began to nibble on your ear. Tugging the lobe in between his teeth and growling low in the back of his throat.

“We need a safe word,” he said. He licked the shell of your ear and you moaned.

His fingers played with the curls at your pussy and you whined, needing more stimulation than that. He knew it too. His deft fingers skimmed just outside of your pussy lips and you moved your hips, trying to get his fingers to where you needed him most. He tightened his thighs so that his leg kept you from moving too much.

“Give me a safe word,” he said. He started to inch his fingers back up towards your stomach.

“I don’t know!” You whined.

“First thing that come to your mind,” he whispered. His breath fanned across your ear and neck and you blew out a breath. You were burning up for entirely different reasons now. Needy. Desperate.

“Candy cane,” you said.

He chuckled. “Candy cane it is,” he said. He moved his hand lower, finally moving between your folds and growling in your ear at already finding you wet.

“What do we have here,” he said. His dick twitched against your side, growing thicker. Your body hummed with the memory of what he did last night. What he said.

Your body arched off of the bed as he dipped one finger inside of you. You clenched around his finger, not willing to let him go. “Needy little thing, ain’t you?” He asked.

You nodded. His thumb traced your clit and you moaned, closing your eyes and getting lost to the sensation of you getting wetter. His magical fingers working you up into a frenzy that had you shaking with lust.

You felt your approaching orgasm and you began to push at his hand. It was coming entirely too fast and you couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t deal. But he was still too big to move. He only leaned up so he could look at your face while the orgasm came anyway, washing over you and making you moan loud as hell.

He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his nose, taking a deep breath before sucking on his fingers. “My favorite kind of breakfast.”

His sleepy eyes narrowed even more as he finally got the hell off of you. Cool air met your skin where he previously occupied and you groaned. You’d definitely need another shower now. Preferably at your house so you didn’t show up to your family’s house smelling like sex and spice.

He moved to kneel on the bed in front of you. He grabbed your legs and spread them open wide. His hand made sure to grip the chain around your thigh, pressing the ‘T’ into your skin. He stared at your dripping pussy with a smug look on his face. You clenched around nothing the longer he stared and he seemed to grow more excited as he watched you squirm. He licked his lips as he stared at your pussy, tilting his head one way and then the next.

You watched the emotions play out over his face and you wish you knew what he was thinking. What he was feeling. You had a peek behind the curtain yesterday and you selfishly wanted more. You wanted to listen to his voice and words and wrap them around you like a hug. It was still scary, but you were young. You didn’t have to label every fucking thing.

He laid down flat on his stomach, scooting in between your legs. Your thighs went over his shoulders as he delved in, lapping up your juices with his wide tongue.

“Oh shit!” You yelled out. You gripped his head but he was determined. He pushed against you, flattening his tongue against your clit and flicking his tongue. You started to convulse, shaking beyond your control.

“Oh, ouee,” you moaned. You watched him while he ate you out. His eyes were closed, wholly devoted to seeking your pleasure. His beard glistened with your running arousal and it only made your thighs shake harder.

He slipped one hand in between you so that he could push his fingers back inside of you. Two pumped in and out of you lazily while he continued to attack your pussy, sucking in every last drop that you oozed out. He moved his other hand up along your belly and towards your breasts, tugging on one of your nipples.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned. He pinched your nipples and you finally let go, finally let that orgasm sink you under and never let you up for air. You gasped and writhed, lost in another plane of existence while you let the orgasm wash over you.

Tre continued to eat you out through you. His nasty, wet slurps hollowed out your chest. You wanted to sink into him. You wanted to intertwine your bodies so that you couldn’t tell where he began and you stopped. Stitched and pulled apart with a thin thread of pleasure to connect both of you.

You flopped against the bed no longer able to support your weight on your elbows. You huffed for air as Tre placed wet kisses to your pussy, inner thighs, belly. He crawled up your body until you were face to face.

You smelled yourself on his lips. He ran his tongue across his teeth and tilted his head at you. It looked like he was trying to figure you out. In the haze of post-orgasm, you remembered that he said that he wanted to break you. Was he looking for signs of you tapping out?

You hadn’t gotten what you really wanted yet so there was no way you were using your newly minted safe word. You smiled and closed the distance. You tasted your arousal on his tongue. He took his time running his tongue across yours. Letting you taste just how much he turned you on.

Your kisses were wet and loud in the morning light. The darkness of his sheets and furniture did little to cut into the light poking through his blinds. The shadows played across his skin and you ran your hands over his shoulders, down his back, and cupped his ass.

He moaned and pushed his hips into yours, letting you feel that glorious monster of his. Your kisses continued lazily. He sucked on your bottom lip, retreating and converging in sloppy waves.

Your body began to burn once more. You were achingly empty. Your pussy throbbed with absolute need. Your moans turned to whines as he was content to kiss you. His dick was just there, out of reach.

He gyrated his hips, digging into you without entering you. Your hands moved up and down his body, wanting to feel all of him. Everywhere. The more you kissed, the lower he got until he was laying most of his weight on you.

You moaned, loving the unexplainable feeling of being crushed beneath him. He pulled away and hissed, moving his lips to your jaw and then your ear.

“Let me hear you beg a lil’ bit,” he said.

You bit your lip suddenly feeling a little shy. Then again, he had been balls deep inside you plenty of times. He had a whole shower cap ready for you and still fucked you like you were a goddess.

“Please, Sir, fuck me,” you moaned.

He chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek. He ground his hips into you.

“Ion think you really want it,” he said. He moved to sit back and you clutched his back, digging your nails in. You let him see how desperate you were. Still, he moved backwards, until he was able to stand up.

“Please! Fill me up! I’m so empty. Please,” you said. You leaned up on your elbows to watch him.

“I’m still not convinced,” he said. He looked down at you, tilting his head once more.

You pouted a bit and widened your eyes. You sat up on the bed. “Please,” you whispered.

He grinned and pulled you by your ankles to move to the edge of the bed. You yelped as you slid access the slick sheets. He moved his hand to grip his length and rolled the tip of his dick through your folds before moving down to your entrance and pushing in. He watched as your eyes widened further, as your mouth dropped open at the fullness of him. You pushed at his chest even though this was what you begged for.

He grabbed your wrist and slammed it against the mattress. He pushed in further, deeper, and your head fell back against the mattress. He used his free hand to grab your right thigh, pulling it higher and over his shoulder.

You stared at him. Something bestial moved behind his eyes as he found an entirely new angle. “Oh shit,” you gasped. He kissed your ankle and calf as he moved inside of you slow and deep, giving you long strokes.

“Oh fuck me!” You moaned. You twisted your wrist, trying to move his hand so that you could push against his chest again. Your free hand gripped his ass and pulled him in harder.

“What are your plans for today?” He asked.

“Whaa?” You looked at him. He had a determined look in his eye even as he was waiting for an answer.

“I asked you a question,” he said. He increased his pace, slamming into you with force. You practically bounced on his dick with how hard he was fucking into you.

You whined and moaned, eyes crossing as he fucked you. You couldn’t answer, couldn’t breathe, and this fucker wanted to play twenty-one questions? “F-family traditions,” you said.

“Nothing but family?”

“Uhnf, think so?” You weren’t sure where he was going with this. He pushed into you with enough force that wet slaps split the air. Your thighs slapped together with his and his balls slapped against your ass.

He kissed you, running his tongue across your lips. “I want you to put on another one of them sets you wore last night,” he said.

You bit your lip, feeling so aroused you wanted to scream. “Around my family?” You asked.

He nodded. “And come see me after,” he said.

Shit, he was working the hell outta your pussy. Your thigh burned from where he held it over his shoulder. He bit into your calf and you cried out.

“Say you’ll come see me,” he said. He looked back at you, staring into your eyes.

Pressure built in your lower belly. He was stroking with such ferocity, you felt like you were the one that was going to be split in half.

“You-ah-dictating what I wear?” You asked. Your head flopped uselessly on the bed. You could only get fucked and try to keep up with his strokes. Your breasts bounced with each stroke.

“Say you’ll come see me,” he said. His strokes turned desperate, sloppily jerking into you like he was looking for the holy grail in between your legs.

“Okay, Daddy,” you said, and huffed a laugh. You intended it as a joke since he wanted to start dictating shit around here. But he didn’t laugh with you. You turned your eyes towards him and his eyes were practically feral.

“Say it again,” he growled.

Oh shit, oh shit, you fucked up.

He dropped your leg and it slapped against his hip. He released your wrist and then dug his hands under your thighs. He hefted you up with your knees in the crook of his elbows.

“Say it again,” he hissed. He stood up with you cradled in his arms. A brief flash of panic coursed through you and you held onto his shoulders.

“Sir!” You yelled.

“Say that shit again,” he said. The boss you knew no longer existed. There was a wild, untamed gleam in his eyes. An answering animalistic urge woke up within you.

“Yes Daddy,” you said.

He groaned and pumped his arms, slamming you up and down on his length. You cried out. At this angle, he slipped completely out of you until only the tip of his dick remained inside of you. Then, you felt the entire length of him as you glided back down on him.

“Oh fuck! Ouue, fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me!” You moaned.

“Say that shit again,” he moaned low in his throat.

“Daddy, I’m ‘bout to–” You couldn’t finish your sentence as you came ferociously. You shook and convulsed as if fireworks were detonated in your core. You saw flashes behind your closed eyelids as you came with a loud keening wail.

You clenched down on his dick, squeezing him. “That’s a good girl, cumming all over Daddy’s dick. Let me feel it,” he moaned. He continued to pump inside of you, chasing his own orgasm in your wet heat.

He threw his head back and grunted as he released inside of you. At this angle, he immediately came spilling back out. Some of his cum leaked down your ass and you moaned. You were so thoroughly claimed, you could die happy.

You shook with sudden cold and Tre kissed your cheek. He walked you over to the bed and laid you down gently. Your huffing breaths mingled as you both climbed down off that precipice of pleasure.

He groaned as he slipped out of you. He laid down next to you, cupping your cheek. He ducked down for a quick peck, too out of breath for more. But it was enough. He was still an asshole but at least he listened.

He cuddled up next to you, pulling you until your head rested on his chest. You brought your right leg to drape over his. He fingered the chain around your thigh and sighed. There was a slight smile on his face. He kissed the top of your head and you kissed his chest.

For a brief moment, you two just sat there in the aftermath of a really intense session. Now that the adrenaline was leaving you, sensation returned to your thigh. You didn’t show bruises easily, but you were starting to feel twinges of pain on your thighs. You stretched it out, kind of turned on to be claimed so roughly.

He rubbed your arm, rubbing feeling back into you. You still briefly shook, quick aftershocks from your orgasm. You kissed his chest. “I know cuddling isn’t your thing…” You were about to get up to relieve him of the burden, but he tightened his arm around your shoulder.

“I’m where I need to be,” he said. He nudged his lips against your temple, cheek, and finally your lips. “You’ll come back here after?” He asked.

“It might be really late,” you said. You bit your lip. Why was it so hard to say no to him? You weren’t trying to run, but you weren’t kidding about needing patience. This was entirely new territory for you.

He kissed your cheek again. It was like once you asked for that much, he couldn’t help continuing to do it.

“I don’t want anything. No sex. Just us,” he said.

You looked into his eyes. He seemed sincere…

“I’ll come back here after,” you said with a grin. Fuck it. Maybe you really did need to think less.

You spent Christmas Eve and Christmas with your family, enjoying the silly little traditions you had like opening one present on Christmas Eve and gathering around for food and drinks. The grown folks retreated to the Spades table, talking trash but trying to keep it light since ya’ll were trying to keep the holiday spirit.

Grandma whupped everyone’s ass, sweeping the table with a long string of profanities that the children cackled over. They told Grandma to put some money in the swear jar. Grandma told them to kiss her cookies.

On Christmas Eve night, you went to Tre’s house, too exhausted to do anything more than enjoy a glass of wine and talk to him. He was…surprisingly funny. Even though you were dead tired, he rubbed your aching feet while he told you wild stories from his youth. His life could fill several movies.

Stories about growing up scraping for every dollar he could get his hands on. Scuffling with the local roughnecks, getting into fights at school. You spent the whole time trying to reconcile the image he was painting with the man in front of you and just couldn’t picture it. He was always so well put together.

As promised, he kept his hands to himself. He rubbed your feet, legs, and arms, but there was nothing sneaky about it. He wasn’t trying to push you into sex when you were clearly worn out. He made you tell him all about your family and the traditions you had. You told him that Christmas was your favorite holiday and he told you that he didn’t have one. You tried to pester him, but he shrugged and told you that he worked holidays so they were just another day to him.

That night, he stripped you out of your clothes, showered with you (only showered), and then crawled into bed still whispering about your lives. It was like he was trying to speed run through all the dating questions you couldn’t do at an actual dinner.

Did that bother you? Would you ever be able to show your face in public with this man? Did you want the scrutiny?

You had to go home Christmas night because you didn’t have anything for work at his place. He offered to take you shopping in the morning for anything you needed and you had to do a lot of convincing to let him know that it was a bad idea.

You reluctantly said good night to him, climbing into your car and headed home. You always thought that inviting anyone into your life meant giving up too much. You were aware of your faults. Constantly giving yourself to people until there was nothing of you left. And when you exerted some boundaries, the situation blew up in your face because they had already gotten used to you working yourself to death over them. They gaslit you into trying to make you believe that you lied to them in the beginning.

You didn’t lie. You just wanted them to like you. You liked taking care of them but not to the point of making yourself sick. So up in flames the relationships went until you resigned yourself to quickies and brief flings. You worked hard to maintain boundaries. Keeping guys at arm’s length so that you don't have to pour too much of yourself into it.

You didn’t want anything to ruin that. You liked having space. You liked waking up alone, having quiet mornings to yourself. Pouring yourself some coffee, reading, and getting ready at your leisure. You could walk around your place butterball naked and who was gonna stop you?

But this past weekend with Tre felt…different. It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t good. You didn’t feel like you were compromising anything about your hard earned safety or boundaries by being at his place. Though he loved to ice skate on your boundaries. He was damn convincing with those glasses, that beard, and that smooth skin that looked good enough to eat.

You took a deep breath as you made it home and piddled around, cleaning this or that and starting a load of laundry. You had it bad for Tre. You could admit that in the comfort of your home and in the safety of your mind. You didn’t know what to do with the information. You only wished it wouldn’t bite you in the ass.

Come Tuesday morning, you were refreshed and relaxed, combing through the invoices. He was going to ask about these soon. Especially when he glanced at his calendar and saw that you kept playing leapfrog with the meeting. How could you present inaccurate records to the client, showing that you had been overbilling them this entire time?

Looking back into earlier records proved that you hadn’t miscalculated. You were a dumbass but you weren’t stupid. The client had been overbilled for years and now you were knee deep in records from five years ago. You feared that this was going to go back way to the beginning of the account.

How did you even attempt to bring this up to Tre?

He was currently in a phone meeting with a different client. You ran a quick check of those invoices, they were good. But they were also a smaller company. They would notice being overbilled.

Since you had reached your new arrangement just this weekend, it seemed to dull the lust between you and Tre at work. He still gave you looks hot enough to scorch, but he wasn’t trying to rip your clothes off before work, during lunch, after work, and before you headed home.

Speaking of lunch…

You grabbed your phone, ready to order something for the both of you. He told you that he still wanted to spend his lunches with you, whether or not he was having you as a dessert.

Your core heated up just thinking about it. You could get used to getting fucked so often, he just had to give you a proper rest period. Your pussy was not Wonder Woman.

“Hey!” You looked up to see Lee, a manager like Tre. She was a white woman with blond hair, tall for a woman, and wearing an oversized red suit.

“I’m sorry, he’s in a meeting,” you said.

Lee waved her hand. “I’m actually here to see you. I know you started during a difficult time. Well, you, and some other assistants. I just wanted to check in,” she said.

“Oh! Thank you! I like working here,” you said. Thank goodness you couldn’t blush where anyone could see. You would be a walking neon sign if she could see how badly the tips of your ears burned.

She nodded towards all the paperwork on your desk. “Tre isn’t working you to death, is he? Goodness, look at all this work!” Lee laughed but your radar immediately went up. It didn’t sound genuine and she leaned in, trying to glimpse what you were doing.

You moved a binder and sat it on top of the papers, trying to block out the company name. The managers were the only ones who approved invoices. She and Tre weren’t the only managers there but you couldn’t rule them out.

Tre did seem to have a large amount of money for a manager, but then again, you looked up his job. He was making bank and a commission for every client he brought in. You assumed the same could be said for Lee, but until you had evidence or even a place to start looking, you only nodded.

“Not overworking me! Just, so much filing! His system is terrible. Men,” you said and laughed, affecting a ditzy routine. It didn’t usually work for Black girls but with your voice and height, it wasn’t too hard to make Lee think you were a ditz. You were just the clueless assistant, nothing to see here.

“Men, right. If you have a problem with him, you let me know okay?” She stopped trying to look at the paperwork on your desk but you weren’t sure if it was because you hid it or if she already saw which company you were looking at.

“Alright, give him my best. We’re still on for the meeting at three right?”

“He will be there,” you said.

Lee waved as she left and you narrowed your eyes as she walked away. When she stopped by another office, you moved the binder and went back to work. You were going to figure this out. Not just for your sake, but for the company’s sake. They fired all these people because of the money someone stole. That wasn’t right.

You were lost in your thoughts when an overpowering floral scent assaulted your nose. You sneezed and looked up.

A slender Black woman with an expensive black suit walked up to your desk. Her skirt looked painted on and her jacket was cinched at the waist with a large red belt. She carried a small black briefcase. Her hair was straight, held back by a headband. Who the fuck still wore headbands?

She breezed past you and you stood up, blocking her way to Tre’s door. “He’s in a meeting, may I help you?”

The woman stepped back and blinked at you. She gave you a once over and you fought the urge to cover yourself. She smiled but it was more like a lift of her lips.

“Aren’t you adorable! You must be new,” she said. She moved to get around you and you blocked her way once more.

“He’s still in a meeting,” you said. You could already feel your voice shaking and fingers feeling numb. You hated confrontation but you stood your ground with your head held high.

The woman giggled. “Im Brianna,” she said, as if it made any difference.

“Nice to meet you, Brianna. He’s in a meeting,” you said. Damn, did she need to clean out her ears?

Brianna smiled and leaned in conspiratorially. “I am the meeting, dear,” she said.

She brushed past you anyway and you turned to follow her into Tre’s office. But she was already closing the door in your face with a wink.

Your mouth dropped open with a silent gasp. If you tried something like that while he was in a meeting, he’d bite your head off. He did not play about being interrupted, no matter what.

You stood there and waited for the inevitable yelling or his fury to shake the walls of his office. But you didn’t hear anything. Either the walls were better than you thought, or he wasn’t screaming bloody murder.

You frowned and returned to your desk, waking up your computer to check his calendar. There was no fuckin’ Brianna listed. You searched through his calendar before you came aboard.

Either the previous assistant was a bigger dumbass than you or Brianna was some mysterious person with an alias on his calendar. Was that a thing? Did skeevy bosses still pencil in their dick appointments?

Your nails tapped on the desk, the fresh manicure he paid for silently mocking you. Did he have ten black cards that he handed out to all of his conquests? Did he have that much money? Your stomach gurgled the longer little miss Brianna stayed in his office without him throwing her out.

You would not be jealous, you would not be jealous…

Your phone dinged and his lunch had arrived. He was still in the office. How long did it take to throw a delusional woman out on her ass? You left your desk area, too anxious to do so, but you needed to grab the food.

You used the walk to try and calm your nerves. You armed yourself with the knowledge that he was balls deep inside you this weekend. He hadn’t even glanced at his phone while he was with you. But what was he up to when you were gone to your family’s place?

You grabbed the food from the driver and thanked him. When you got back to your desk, his door was still closed. You knew he hated for his food to get cold, but what could you do?

If he had her on the desk, legs spread, and you walked in, you were going to be sick. You finally felt like you had the hang of this job. You didn’t want to have to leave it over dick.

You squared your shoulders. Rip the bandaid off. You entered his office without knocking. They were still clothed, thank god. Brianna sat on the edge of his desk, far too close for your comfort.

She looked up and turned predatory eyes towards you. It was nothing in her facial expression to throw you off, but you were pretty good at reading people’s eyes. She was no longer looking at you like an “adorable little assistant”. She looked at you like you were competition. Like she was sizing you up for a fight.

Tre smiled when you entered. He was sitting down, leaning back in his seat. Well…at least they weren’t naked.

“Your lunch,” you said. You placed his food on his desk. This was beyond fucking awkward but you weren’t going to let her bother you.

“Tre, do all of your assistants knock without entering? Can’t find good help these days?” Brianna asked.

“Stop it,” Tre said.

Brianna only smiled, keeping her eyes on you. “How long have you had this one?”

Tre snapped his eyes towards you. His eyes looked pleading but you kept your expression cold. It was far too early to have the exes conversation, but if he had exes that were going to be dropping by, throwing their goodies in his face, it was wrong to blindside you.

“Brianna is only staying for lunch,” he told you.

Ah. You nodded. “Is there anything else you need, Sir?” You asked, your voice the picture of ice. You wrapped that ice around you and let it cool your heated blood. You didn’t like this shit one fucking bit.

“Sir? Oh, did you train her or is she naturally that adorable?”

You kept your eyes on Tre. She had one more fucking time to call you adorable. You weren’t above fighting, but you’d be damned if you fought over some dick. Some phenomenal dick, but still…dick.

You weren’t going to act crazy. It was his initial around your thigh. He had been buried between your legs all last week and this weekend. Shit didn’t change just because a Barbie doll strolled through town.

“Let me know when you want me to take out the trash,” you said. You looked at Brianna when you said trash and gave her an icy smile. You turned and walked out, closing the door behind you.

You were tempted to fucking disappear. In fact, the more you thought about it, the more it sounded like a great fucking idea. You didn’t want to seem like a coward though. It’d serve him right if you up and disappeared and he worried for you like that.

But you didn’t have a petty bone in your body. You didn’t want anyone to worry about you. Worse, you didn’t want to come back and realize that he didn’t worry about you at all. You were a bundle of nerves and you hated it.

As soon as his lunch hour ended, his door opened. Brianna came flying out of the office but when she saw you sitting there, she stopped and composed herself. She gave you a sneer and looked back at Tre.

“You might want to open a window, it stinks in here,” she said.

“”I’m sure the stench will clear in the next minute or two,” you said sweetly. You even smiled. She only sucked her teeth and walked off, swinging her nonexistent ass.

“Come in,” Tre sighed, as if he was already gearing up for a fight.

“I’m busy,” you said.

He called your name but you didn’t spare him a glance. You swiveled in your seat and went back to your invoices.

“You really want to have this conversation where anyone can hear?” He asked.

You ignored him as you looked between the invoices. You weren’t going to make a scene, not at the office. You had already tempted fate more than you liked and you weren’t about to air out dirty laundry in front of the whole office.

“I’m talking to you,” he said.

“I’m ignoring you,” you said.

Tre sighed. He grabbed your arm and you yanked it out of his grasp. You turned fiery eyes towards him. “Are you out of your mind?” You asked, your voice low but clear. You looked around at any wandering eyes. Hell at this point, you two were a walking telenovela.

“You’re not going to use this as an excuse to run,” he said.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

He gripped the back of your seat and pulled you into his office. You were too busy holding on to consider simply standing up to get away. Once you thought that, you were already in the office and he was slamming the door shut.

“Brianna is an ex,” he said.

“Really? I thought she was the cleaning lady,” you said.

“Check your attitude. I’m trying to explain,” he said.

“Don’t need one,” you said. You crossed your arms. You knew you were acting childish, but you couldn’t help it. Brianna was exactly the type of adult you should be. Confident, sexy, wrapping men like Tre around their little fingers.

Instead, you were the adorable assistant playing way out of her league. And you hated that feeling. It churned like acid. You knew you were stupid to get involved with Tre. You knew this. And you fell into his arms anyway.

Brianna was probably laughing her ass off on her way to wherever hole she crawled out of. You felt out of sorts, after having such an incredible weekend.

Tre sighed and locked his door. He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you from your chair. He dragged you around his desk and pushed you against it.

“You’re out of your fuckin’ mind if you think we’re about to have sex,” you said.

A swift, hard smack to your ass cut off your next complaint. “What the fu–”

Another smack landed on your ass and your knees buckled. He showed no mercy. He pressed his mouth against your ear.

“I would fuck the attitude out of you but I’m the only one who gets to hear you screaming. You’re lucky you’re not over my knee right now,” he said.

Fuck him. Fuck him straight to hell because his words and him manhandling you only turned you on. What kind of magic spell did he weave this past weekend, where he seemed to have a direct line to your throbbing pussy?

This was so fucked. You pushed at him with your elbow but he crowded your space, leaving enough room for him to land several blows to your ass. Your butt stung with pain and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

“Look at where I am. I’m here with you. I’m going against everything

I ever fuckin’ stood for to tell you that I’m not going any fuckin’ where.”

Your hands gripped the edge of his desk, squeezing the life from the wood as your ass sang with pain. You wanted to run like a little jack rabbit. This wasn’t what you signed up for. You should’ve never taken this fucking job.

“You told me you were in it. That doesn’t change because of a blast from the past,” he whispered harshly in your ear.

“Blast from the recent past,” you said.

“Not since before I even met you. I was already considering dumping Brianna. We’re too much alike,” he said.

You fought everything in you to believe him. You bit the corner of your cheek, unwilling to shed a tear. This has gotten way out of hand. But you forced yourself to deal. Forced yourself to stand here, ass stinging, and face the same truth you discovered on your way home.

You were in too deep with Tre to back out now. Look at how you acted over this. Imagine if it had been something worse. You acted completely out of character. You weren’t usually the possessive type. After so many people leaving you, you made sure not to hold on to anyone. If people want to leave your life, you let them go. Period.

But fuck him. You wanted him. You wanted to keep him. You burned with the knowledge. The growing dampness between your legs let you know that you wanted him physically but it was more than that. You liked hearing him talk about his life. You liked listening to him laugh. He was changing so much shit about himself to accommodate you.

“If this is going to work between us, you have to be honest. We did this shit out of order, so I want to know everything,” you said.

Tre let out a shaky breath, dropping his head to your shoulder. “Honest,” he promised. He kissed the back of your neck. You looked at his computer, he had time before his meeting.

You flipped around in his arms. He kept his face calm but his eyes were rolling with a dark storm. You pushed on him until he relented and stepped back.

“If this is going to work, you’re mine,” you said.

Tre narrowed his eyes. You pushed him to sit down in his seat. You hiked up your gray dress, exposing a matching pair of thin, lace panties. You pulled those down and the T on your chain tickled your thigh as you brought the panties down over it. You stepped out of it, placing it in his jacket pocket.

He lifted his eyebrow at you. “Mine,” you reiterated.

You didn’t have anything to mark him with. Anything you could buy him, he could buy himself ten times over. Any bites you left behind would fade over time. Any way to stake your claim were all temporary.

The only thing you could do was respond as he would. With action. You tore at his pants, unbuckling his belt and freeing his straining dick. He groaned and reached out to touch you.

“Hands on the arm rests or I stop,” you snapped.

He held up his hands and lowered them towards the arm rests. You dropped to your knees, sucking him into your mouth. He hissed and his hips bucked forward. You slobbered on him, getting him as wet as possible before standing up and straddling him.

This was the boldest fucking thing you’d ever done. You didn’t know where this audacity came from. But you were sick of being on uneven ground. Caught off guard, not knowing what the hell he was going to do next. You suspected that it would always be like that. He was just a man through and through. You couldn’t tell a man shit.

But this you could do. You could surprise him from time to time. You could match his actions. Show him that you weren’t running. You were in it. You didn’t go back on your word lightly.

You kissed him harshly. More like a brand than a kiss. Your mouths meshed together, teeth scraping, tongues dueling. The chair groaned from how hard he was gripping the arm rests.

“Say you’re mine,” you said. You pulled back enough to look into his eyes.

“I’m yours,” he moaned into your mouth.

“Say it again,” you commanded.

“I’m yours,” he answered automatically.

You grabbed his dick and positioned it at your entrance. You weren’t half as cruel as him. You could tease him mercilessly. You could tease his dick around your entrance until he was a drooling, slobbering idiot, begging to get inside of you. But you needed this as much as he did. You wanted it more.

You sat down on his dick and his head dropped back, with a strained groan. You buried your mouth into his suit jacket, biting down and beginning to ride him slowly.

You leaned up and sank down onto his length, gripping the back of his neck with both hands. You looked into his eyes and rode him at your leisure. You set the pace. You let him know that this shit went both ways.

“Fuck, baby. Let me touch you,” he said.

“No,” you said. You continued to ride him and chase your orgasm. It steadily built low in your belly. It was an angry, wicked thing stirring up inside of you until you were bucking your hips faster and holding onto his neck for dear life.

You came with a muffled cry, shaking on him. He groaned and released himself inside of you with an equally strained sound escaping low in his throat.

You kissed him again. His beard tickled your chin but you kept going, kept kissing him and claiming him though it would never be enough.

“I’m yours, baby, I swear. Let me touch you,” he said, kissing your cheek and neck.

“Don’t let go,” you said. You dropped your chin to his shoulder. Tre’s arms came around you and hugged you close, crushing you to his body.

“Never,” he promised. “Never letting go.”

“I’m never letting go,” you promised right back.

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Mr. Black, Part 3

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. TOXIC FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, dumbass reader, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: Tre has left you alone with your thoughts for too long. You're starting to think it's time to stop...whatever this is between you. But Tre just won't let you.

Word Count: 4,174k

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Tre was busy. It was two days before Christmas and he was under a deadline to whip the company into shape before the end of the year. He had left you alone for the most part. Left you alone to wonder what the hell you were doing with him.

It wasn’t like this could go anywhere. He was your boss and there was no way that this could continue. You did eventually want to move up in the company, have your own desk with a view, and call the shots. To have your own pretty assistant that you could look at all day.

You simply could not continue. Yet, the thought of stopping made you violently ill. Who knew that getting this job would result in the best sex you ever had? Too bad it had to be with an asshole like Tre.

You worked on the invoices, growing anxious as the days went on. Not only did you look at the latest one, you went back to every invoice this year for that contract. This was not in your job duties. You worked around them, rising up to Tre’s challenging demands the closer it got to Christmas.

He was trying to zap the Christmas spirit out of you day by day. He turned into a gremlin before your eyes, demanding shit left and right. What did you expect? That he’d go easy on you just because you sucked his dick?

He could have anyone he wanted in the office. And you were not the begging sort. It took you longer to do things, longer to understand things, and that was okay. People were hardly direct these days and expected you to read their minds. You didn’t have that superpower. The only thing you could do was your best and that would have to be enough.

After just a few months of working for him, you knew the rhythm of Tre’s footfalls by now. He was approaching and you schooled your features. If he wanted to be an asshole, you didn’t have to give him any satisfaction that it bothered you.

“Come into the office,” he said tiredly.

“No,” you said. Your heart thumped in your throat. An avalanche of fear and adrenaline made the paper you were holding jump in your hand. You placed it on your desk to hide your shaking. You hated confrontation.

It was the worst feeling. You hated communicating in a healthy way that something was bothering you. You let it fester until it bubbled in your gut, spilling over in an explosive wave of anger, insults, and hurt feelings. You didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. Not that you could possibly hurt Tre’s. He probably locked them away in tiny little boxes and threw them in the bottom of the sea.

“Run that back,” Tre said, smoothly. His voice didn’t rise or fall. He sounded quite bored. You kept your eyes trained on the invoice in front of you. The numbers started to swim before your eyes. Whatever place you stopped at was lost to you now. You’d have to start over for this one.

“I’m busy. Please email or chat me about what you would like handled during your lunch,” you said. You swallowed painfully around the lump in your throat. You hoped you sounded just as cool and in control.

You found that you didn’t have a lick of will against him. Too weak to resist that solid man and his black outfits. You wanted to jump through hoops for him. And that was the scariest thought of all. It couldn’t go anywhere.

Did you want it to?

A wall of black entered your peripheral vision. You flattened your hands on your desk. You felt sick to your stomach, but you had to remain firm.

“Look at me,” Tre demanded.

“No.” You bit the inside of your cheek. Stay strong, stay strong, stay strong.

Tre huffed an incredulous laugh. He placed his hands in his pockets, calling attention to the fact that you were nearly pressed against his groin. You bit your cheek harder, trying with all your might to resist.

You really shouldn’t be having sex at the office anyway. You were only bound to get caught. The walls were thin and the smell of sex lingered in his office well after you were done. You took the liberty of buying a candle that smelled like driftwood and fresh green apples to help.

The janitorial staff weren’t stupid, however. There were only so many tissues one used per day. Plus, your poor pussy needed a damn break. With that animal between his legs, it was a wonder you were able to stand properly at all.

Tre called your name, pulling your attention back towards him. He leaned down as if he were pointing something out to you. “If you think I’m above snatching you up and throwing you over my shoulder, I’d rethink that,” he said, dropping his deep voice to barely above a whisper.

You closed your eyes briefly, picturing him throwing you over his shoulder like a caveman. Maybe mindreading did exist after all. He managed to peg your particular kinks down to a science. You opened your eyes and finally looked at him.

His face was set into a smug smirk. His beard was neat and trimmed, covering the lower half of his face. His glasses caught the light overhead so it obscured parts of his eyes. He was dressed in all black, his usual, and he looked damn good. His deep onyx skin looked good enough to lick.

“I am quite busy and your lunch is getting cold,” you said, matching his quiet tone.

“How can that be when my lunch is sitting right here?”

You hated that your pussy fluttered. That you wanted what his eyes and smug smile promised. Your attention turned to his lips and he took his time licking them. His pink tongue darted out and dragged from one side to the other.

“Sir–”

Tre moved so fast, you barely registered that he was yanking your chair from your desk. A yelp sprang from your chest but you swallowed it back down, lest you draw attention to yourself.

“Okay! Okay!” You said, your heart thumping at the thought of someone catching him and his wild ass antics. This had to stop. You got to your feet and he smiled wider, spreading his arm out for you to walk ahead of him.

You smiled sweetly, but your eyes blazed with fire. You walked ahead of him, your heels digging into the gray carpet, and entered his office. The lunch you grabbed for him was sitting on his desk. So much for your brilliant plan.

You hoped that you could avoid this scenario by leaving his lunch there and saying without words that you were not on the menu. Nothing was ever easy with Tre. You almost wished that he hadn’t started this little game. You longed for a few days ago when you thought he hated you and you were planning on quitting.

Tre closed the door and the turn of the lock made your nerves skitter along your spine. You clasped your hands in front of your blue and gold dress and stood away from the door. Tre faced you and tilted his head.

“Why aren’t you sitting on the desk?” He asked.

“I’ve been thinking–”

Tre chuckled. “This ought to be good,” he said. He cleared his throat and dramatically sat on the end of his desk, rubbing his hands together idly. Bastard.

You crossed your arms but then lowered them. You were an adult. It was time to use your big girl words.

“I am not a sex doll. You cannot snap your fingers and have me come running whenever you want me to. I- We shouldn’t be doing this at the office anyway. We’re going to get caught eventually,” you said.

It would be downright mortifying if everyone found out. Not only would you lose any respect around the office, you’d have to quit on the spot. This was the most responsibility you had ever been given at a job.

Grabbing lunch and coffee and transcribing notes were not important job duties, but it beat the hell out of working at a college bookstore. You had hated the fake smiling, the dusting, and the entitled customers. You hated that your boss sat on her lazy ass all day, couldn’t process a single transaction at the register, openly played on her phone, and had the nerve to complain if you leaned against the counter for half a second.

You practically ran that damn store and what did you have to show for it? Nothing but minor sales experience that didn’t qualify you for shit. You were making grown money now. Nothing near what Tre made, but you could afford to treat yourself every now and then. You liked the freedom. And you scolded yourself for putting yourself in this situation.

Tre tilted his head and looked at you, his eyes starting at your feet and working its way up. It should be illegal to look at someone like that. “When you get all feisty like that, it makes me wanna fuck that attitude out of you,” he said.

You sighed. He was never going to take you seriously. Tre held up his hands.

“I don’t mean to treat you like a sex doll, okay? You drive me insane.” He stood up from the desk and approached you. You backed away because you already knew that if he breathed in your direction, you’d be dropping to your knees.

He followed you until he got in your face anyway, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek. That touch alone set your skin on fire where he touched. “I’m addicted to the way you taste. The way you walk. The face you make when I first slide in. That fuckin’ body,” he said and licked his lips.

“That’s still using me for my body,” you said.

He smirked. “I like that you’re not weak. And that you’re a kind person. You care about the people around here even though you’ve never met them. You feed birds and help around the office. You put up with my shit when anyone else would’ve quit on the first day,” he said.

You swallowed. You had no idea he paid so much attention to you. “You won’t even kiss me,” you said.

Tre smiled. “Is that what this is about? You want a kiss?” Tre leaned in and you leaned away.

“I don’t want a pity kiss,” you said.

“It’s not a pity kiss. Come here,” he said. He placed his hands on your curvy waist and drew you closer to the heat of his body. He licked his lips again before bringing his face closer to yours. You turned your head at the last second and he kissed your cheek. His beard was so damn soft, your knees trembled.

“How can I make this right?” He asked.

“By listening to me. We…shouldn’t do this anymore,” you said. You both got your rocks off and some kinks out of the way. That should be the end of it. You had a wild story to tell your best friend and grandkids one day. You would die with no regrets in your heart.

“Whoa, whoa. Are you trying to end this?” He asked. His fingers turned bruising, squeezing you tightly.

“I think so. Yeah,” you said. You nodded your head. Yes, you were trying to end this. “Quit while we’re ahead before something bad happens.”

Tre blinked behind his glasses and you instantly felt bad. He looked genuinely hurt and it baffled you. He ought to be happy. Why wasn’t he happy about this?

“I thought we were having fun?” He asked.

“We were! A lot of fun. But, let’s be real about this.”

“But don’t I give you what you need? Don’t I make you feel good?” Tre asked. He closed the distance between you, ran his hands over your hips. “Don’t you like the way I make this pussy sing for me?”

The back of your thighs tingled. “You don’t play fair.” A few well placed words in that deep timbre of his and you were already melting. He liked that you weren’t weak? What a joke.

“No, I don’t,” Tre said and smiled. He kissed your cheek, making a show of not kissing you on the lips. Great, now he was going to tease you about that too.

“Sir, can you honestly say that you don’t worry about doing this so often in the office? Anyone can walk by and hear us. Someone can knock on the door right now and it’d be obvious what we’re doing. You will get a slap on the back. But me? I’d be laughed out of here. You have the luxury of not thinking–”

Tre’s lips pressed into yours and you gasped with surprise. His tongue swooped in, seeking yours. His tongue was surprisingly rough. It toyed with yours, exploring your mouth. Your body heated instantly, responding to his kiss.

It was better than what you had been imagining the past few weeks. It was slow and sensual. He took his time sucking your lips into his mouth, running his tongue across the width of them before retreating and diving back in. He hummed into the kiss and the vibration made you hum in response.

His hands cupped your face, tilting your head to the side so he could deepen it. He sucked on your bottom lip and you felt your panties grow damp. Shit. You were supposed to remain firm. Stick to your resolve.

Instead, your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and pulled him closer to you. Tre growled low in his throat and his hands lowered down your thighs until he reached the hem of your dress. He dragged the material upwards until it pooled around your waist.

His hands moved your silky panties to the side, his thumb immediately finding your clit. You moaned as his calloused thumb traced wet circles around it. “Feel that pussy gettin’ wet for me?” He asked against your lips.

You held onto his shoulders for dear life as he played with your pussy the way he played with your mouth. He slowly moved his thumb in small concentric circles, your arousal gushing out of you.

“S-Sir,” you whispered. “Please.”

“Tell me to stop because I can’t. Tell me,” he said.

Your body shook against him. He was supporting your weight effortlessly while he systematically broke you down mind, body, and spirit.

You whimpered as your belly tightened painfully. Oh fuck, you couldn’t speak.

“Tell me to stop because I don’t have the strength to resist you anymore,” he said.

He kissed you again as his thumb increased in pressure. You whined as your orgasm finally swept through you, burning you from the inside out. Tre held you while you convulsed in his arms, your legs turning to jelly.

Tre picked you up and moved you over to the office chairs in front of his desk. He sat you down and kissed your cheek. “I have something for you.”

“What?” You asked.

Tre sucked on his thumb while he rounded his desk. He opened his desk drawer and plucked something from it. He walked back around the desk and knelt beside you. He held a rectangular turquoise box.

Your eyes widened as you shook your head. “I can’t accept that,” you whispered weakly. Your head spun. This day was not going according to plan and it was driving you nuts. You had clear intentions this morning when you woke up, determined to stick to it. To not get so easily distracted. Yet here you were. Pussy out and shaking off an orgasm. Again.

Tre smirked and opened the box. Inside, there was a thick gold chain with a small letter “T” in the middle. Your hands reached out to touch it but you drew back, not wanting your fingerprints all over it.

“I can’t accept this, Sir,” you said. You looked at him but he only lifted an eyebrow.

He took the chain out of the box and then scooted back. You watched as he slipped off your heel and then looped the chain around your right foot. He slid the chain upward until it nestled around your thigh.

Tre grinned, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “Knew I got the size right.” He kissed your thigh.

Your head tilted as you stared at the chain around your thigh. The small letter tickled as it settled against you. “Sir–”

“You’re going to keep it. If I find out you took it off, that’s your ass,” he said.

“I’m trying to break up with you!” You said.

Tre nodded and looked at his watch. Ignoring you completely, he grabbed your wrists and yanked you from the seat. He sat down where you previously occupied and quickly unzipped his pants, freeing that beautiful dick of his.

He shoved his pants down and then roughly grabbed your hips. “Sir!”

You slapped at his hands but he continued to ignore you. He pulled you until you straddled him. It was tricky to maneuver around the handles of the chair but it was almost like he had this exact scenario in his head when purchasing these chairs. It was wide and plush, able to accommodate not only his big frame but also you in his lap.

“Got a meeting in ten, gonna have to make this quick,” he said.

Mind always on his damn business. You shoved at him, but his fingers found your clit again. You were soaked from your earlier orgasm and he moaned low and deep.

“Tell me to stop,” he demanded. His eyes found yours and he paused, waiting for you to make a decision. Weren’t you here to tell him to fuck off? To end…whatever the hell this was?

“Fuck me,” you breathed.

Tre grinned widely, a downright wicked smile that melted you like butter in a frying pan. He moved your panties to the side again, running the tip of his dick along your slick folds. You groaned as he slipped inside.

“That face there,” Tre moaned.

You had no idea what you looked like right now. Perhaps a madwoman. Perhaps an idiot. The only thing you knew was that you needed him like a bad habit.

You wished you could see the expanse of his chest. Not just his exposed neck. Sometimes he wore ties, but for the most part he kept the top few buttons loose. You licked your lips, leaning forward to finally lick that vein in his neck.

His hips jerked sloppily and he groaned. “Feel so fuckin’ good squeezing this dick like a good girl,” he said.

You dropped your head to his shoulder as those words activated the demon inside of you. You couldn’t scream like you wanted to or truly bounce on his dick. But you could match his strokes and contract on his dick, sucking him into your body. You rode him more than he made you ride him.

His hand gripped the chain around your thigh. The chain dug into your skin as if he wanted to brand the “T” into it. His head was thrown back. His glasses fogged up and his lips moved, murmuring something you couldn’t hear. The pleasure on his face made you grind into him harder, take him in deeper, and wrap your hands around his neck.

You chased your pleasure. Your heavy breaths were rushed, escaping you. You thought of nothing else but the slide of his dick inside you.

“Take what you need. Take this dick,” he groaned.

And you took it. You rode him until your body squeezed with undiluted bliss. Euphoria zipped through you, catching you on a hook and pulling you through time and space. You were mindful of your moans, biting down on his jacket to keep from screaming out your orgasm.

Your convulsing walls squeezed his dick and his face twisted. “Fuck me,” he moaned as he spilled inside of you. Hot spurts of cum pulsed inside of you and your thighs shook as you calmed down from your orgasm.

You collapsed fully on top of him, panting against his chest. You two will never be able to keep your hands off of each other. The truth of it was apparent. You attacked each other every time you got near each other. How had you resisted this man for so long? How had he resisted you for so long?

What the hell did this mean? You weren’t trying to “define the relationship” because there would never be a relationship. You knew that. But your stupid pussy didn’t. You wanted to keep going. To keep riding him until the sun set and you milked him dry.

“Come to my place tonight,” Tre said. He looked at his watch.

You got off of him and stood on wobbly legs. Tre got up and handed you some tissues while he cleaned himself off. You cleaned up what you could, but you’d have to go to the bathroom to truly feel clean.

He zipped himself back up, fixing his pants. He was a bit crinkled, but he was lucky he was a man. A few flicks and he was fine. No one would care if he had a hair out of place. You on the other hand…it would take you far longer to set yourself back to rights.

“What?”

“Should I be worried that your hearing is shit?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. He really could be an ass. “Sir–”

“Just bring your sexy ass to my place.” He looked himself over, finding the spot you bit to keep from letting the office know that Tre was working your shit. He swiped at it but it was wrinkled. He shrugged his shoulders.

Perks of wearing all black, no doubt. If people stared hard enough to see a wet stain on his jacket, then they were too fucking close. He checked his watch again and then walked up to you, kissing you on the lips.

You sighed into the kiss, melting once more at the power of it. “Leave work early. Go get pampered. Meet me tonight at seven.”

You were about to ask what the hell he was talking about. He fished out his wallet and then handed you a black card. You stared at it as if he were handing you a deadly snake. “I can’t take that!”

Looking at it felt like a crime. It felt like as soon as you touched it, cops would descend from the ceiling and cart your Black ass off to jail. You looked up, making sure there were no places for invisible cops to hide.

Tre pressed the card into your hands. No cops in sight. It was lightweight but heavy with the burden of taking care of it. Your nerves kicked into overdrive. You couldn’t accept this! You tried to hand it back, but Tre only pecked your lips.

“Seven on the dot,” he said.

He disappeared from the room, closing the door behind him. You stared at the card for a hot second. You didn’t even want to think about the balance on this thing. More than your apartment and car combined. More than three of your apartments and cars combined. More than that!

You huffed a breath, placing the card down on his desk. That didn’t feel right. That felt worse than keeping it in your hand. What if it slipped off and under the desk? What if it fell through the floor and some weirdo found it and spent all of his money? What if you lost it?

Panic raised your shoulders to your ears. The earlier relaxed feeling leached out of you as you ran through multiple scenarios. Now you have to keep it and hang on to it. It wouldn’t be safe otherwise.

Underneath the panic, there was a kernel of excitement. You held a black card in your hand. The first and probably last time you would ever hold one. And he said to pamper yourself, right?

You lit the candle in his office. The light aroma of green apples hit you and you prayed that it would be enough. You tidied the room, trying to get rid of most of the evidence that you were once again being nasty at work.

Something had to give. This couldn’t continue. You weren’t going to kid yourself. You were definitely going to his place to get dicked down again. He was addicted to the way you tasted and you were addicted to the way he broke your back. It was a dangerous alliance and you were going to regret it when this blew up in your face.

But hell. For now, you were going to do as he directed. You were going to pamper yourself on his dime. It was only right, right?

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Been an (Awful) Good Girl

Pairing: Rich!Tre x Babygirl!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

*This is separate from Mr. Black but with a similar style. Can be read as a future imagine for these two.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. This shit rated PORN. Established relationship. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering and oral (fem receiving), edging, orgasm control, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, size kink, daddy and breeding kink if you squint, roleplaying as Santa, all consensual.

Summary: Tre has taken you away to a cabin in the mountains for a romantic getaway. He roleplays as Santa so he can shimmy down your chimney.

Word Count: 4,653k

A/N: Chile, ya'll can blame this good ass edible and @planetblaque for this one! Sweet lordt. I had to take SEVERAL breaks. Don't look at me for this one. I'm not responsible for what the jazz cabbage provides. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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A heavy thud made you gasp with excitement and fear as you headed down the stairs. A man dressed as Santa bent over near the Christmas tree, inspecting the presents there and leaving a few more. You tip-toed further down the stairs until you reached the bottom landing, placing your hand on your hips.

“I hope you’re leaving a good present for me,” you said.

Santa straightened up and turned around slowly, revealing a thick ebony-skinned man. He wore Santa pants with unlaced black boots. Santa’s coat hung open revealing a wide expanse of sexy midnight skin. Rock hard abs was under a subtle layer of fat. There was a Santa hat hanging loosely on his head. He was a man.

God and it killed you every day that you got to love on this man. That he was yours to do whatever you wanted with.

“That depends. Have you been a good girl?” The deep timbre of his voice only added to how aroused you were. When he suggested this getaway to a mountain cabin, you thought that he was out of his rabbit ass mind. Black folk didn’t “do” cabins.

However, you couldn’t resist all the things he’d been teasing you with all week. Every day, he’d whisper something else naughty that he was going to do to you leading up to Christmas. He detailed everything he was going to do as if it were its own treasured present.

All week, he had been edging you, playing with the outermost edges of your clit and pussy. He’d get you so hot and bothered that you thought you’d cum from his voice alone. No matter how many times you begged and pleaded, he refused to allow you to cum. He would whisper all kinds of dirty shit.

When you got to the cabin, he stayed true to his word. Except that he’d edged you more. You were sexually frustrated and you wanted dick right now.

“I’ve been an awful good girl,” you said with a sultry grin.

Santa absently rubbed his stomach as he crooked his finger and you walked closer to him.

He had done a good job of getting the cabin ready for you both. He did all the research, ran it by you for approval, and set to work getting it set up for Christmas. The tree was understated and beautiful with copper and blue baubles. A Black angel in gold robes sat atop the tree with lights lit in her hands.

He had a fire going in the hearth now, warming the entire first floor. It was a good thing too. You were not accustomed to the freezing temperatures in the mountains. The day time wasn’t so bad. But at night? You were shivering your ass off upstairs.

Santa licked his lips as you approached, looking over your outfit for the day. You practically cackled while you were in the store, spending all his money on lingerie. Tonight, you chose a forest green teddy, with gold straps across your hips. It showed off the planes of your belly and connected in the back. It was flimsy and you felt incredibly sexy in it.

By the look in his eyes, it was very much appreciated. He grabbed your hand and made you do a spin for him. You moved your hips dramatically, like a model to show him exactly what he’s been teasing all week.

“Good girls usually stay sleep when Santa comes to visit,” he said. He pulled your hips backwards so that your ass could grind into his hard dick. You bit your lip and suppressed a shudder. You were so needy, you’d suck his dick till the morning if only he’d let you cum already. He grazed your left ear with his teeth.

“I’m too curious,” you said.

He chuckled and you felt the vibration down your back. Did this man have any clue how fucking sexy he was? He had to. He had to know that you were down bad for him.

“Too curious about your presents? That’s very naughty,” he said, drawing out the word. His teeth on your ear were sending electrical currents straight to your pussy. You ached. You needed stimulation and you were tired of waiting. He was a mean asshole but he wasn’t typically this cruel. You didn’t know which side of the bed he woke up on, but he needed to switch up real quick before you got pissed and didn’t want to play anymore.

You took a few deep breaths to calm down. You were too excited. Your teddy was already growing damp. That was just at the promise of dick.

“I’ve been good all year. Can’t I take a little peak?” You asked.

“Hmm, how ‘bout you come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want. Let’s see if Santa got it right this year,” he said in your ear.

He stepped away from you and dragged a chair closer. The cabin was so quaint and adorable like all them cheesy ass Hallmark movies. The chair was antique, lovingly restored with a dark stain on it. You were nervous to defile it so crudely, but whatever. Shit wasn’t going to last forever.

He sat down and slapped your ass. You shrieked, not expecting the bite of pain. You looked over your shoulder at him and he gave you a saucy wink. He spread his legs wide enough for you to squeeze your luscious body in between. You sat on his lap, feeling his dick again. You were turned on, he was turned on, was all of this really necessary?

You knew better than to question him. Once he got an idea in his head, it took damn near a miracle to get him to switch it up.

The fabric of his clothes were plush. You settled on his lap and he pulled your hips back until you were all the way on him. He tapped your thighs to get you to hang them over his, leaving you just as spread as he was. More so, since your legs dangled outside of his.

The heat of the fireplace slammed into you, fighting with the heat from inside of you. Your breaths were growing too ragged and painful in your chest. “Nuh-uh, breathe baby girl,” he said. “I ain’t even touch you yet.”

He was right. He thought he was always right but in this instance, he really was right. You took deep breaths, looking into the real flames behind the black grate. Santa’s hands rubbed over your thighs and you gasped, jerking away from him.

He continued to rub your thighs, getting you used to his touch. If you didn’t calm down soon, you were going to burst into little tiny pieces. His hands worked inwards, getting closer to your pussy and you began to grind on his dick. You used the arm rests for support.

You couldn’t help it. You needed to move, to ride. You needed some damn friction. “Tell Santa what you wanted this year. Anything that pops into that pretty empty head,” he said in your ear.

He returned to nibbling on it. You started and stopped multiple times. The heat began to duel in earnest now, sweat gathering on your forehead and in between your breasts. “Since I’ve been so good, I want a new car,” you said.

He knew you had a really hard time asking for shit. He made good money and he liked taking care of you but every single purchase was a small battle of wills. You always lost, but he was getting sick of the guilt you felt over each purchase.

His project this year was to get you to ask for the most outrageous things so that his gifts were “small” in comparison. Last year, his project was to make you rest. He whisked you away for an entire year and refused to let you do anything but sleep and hop on his dick.

“What kind of car?” He asked. “Be specific.”

You whimpered as his pinky fingers played with the very edge of your teddy. It skimmed the sensitive skin in the crease of your legs and you gyrated again, unable to stop.

“I-I want a Range Rover Evoque, Black, 2024 model,” you said. He moved his fingers closer. If he went a bit farther, his fingers would finally rub on your clit.

You were having a hard time breathing. You were out of air as your brain turned fuzzy. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen. Maybe it was how turned on you were. You weren’t sure and didn’t care to know.

“Tell Santa why you want it,” he said.

You weren’t sure it was safe for a human body to contain so much heat. You flushed with it, as if it were a wall of pressure inside of you. You huffed. “It’s simple and unassuming. But has all wheel drive that I can take anywhere,” you said.

“Where you trynna go?” He asked.

“To our winter house in Northern France. A chateau with a huge green house I can visit and walk around all the new plants. Then it has to have a garden too. So big I could get lost in it,” you moaned.

He moved his fingers over the lace covering your clit. That tiny strip of fabric was all that separated you from his fingers. You wished the fireplace would leap out a tiny flame and burn the fabric away. You hated being teased and the bastard knew it.

“That’s my girl,” he said. He moved his right hand and slipped it under your teddy. He groaned when he burrowed his fingers in between your soaked folds.

“I don’t know. You still might end up on the naughty list. Do good girls let Santa play with their pussy?” He asked.

You nodded and shivered. Tingles shot up and down your thighs. Your toes curled around his calves. He was trying to kill you. He was actively committing murder and you were letting him. “Yes. Santa has to be taken care of too, right?” You asked.

“What if I had a Mrs. Clause?” He asked.

“Then she’d be having a very lonely Christmas considering it’s my pussy you’re playing with,” you said.

Santa chuckled and removed his fingers. “Wait! No!” You cried.

He moaned while he licked his lips. Smacked his lips. “Good girls don’t have filthy mouths, baby girl,” he said.

“Wait, I’m sorry. I’ll be good!”

“Tell me what else you want and maybe I’ll go back to playing with it,” he said.

You grunted in frustration. You were going to get his ass back for this. When he least expected it. Maybe the next time he showered, you were going to drop to your knees and suck him to the point of cumming. Then you were going to stop and make him suffer like he made you suffer all week.

The thought helped you plan your next ask. “I want a private island. With a private plane I can take whenever I want,” you said.

“A private island, huh? With on site staff?” He asked.

“Yes!” You ground into him based on that hit of gravel in his throat. He wasn’t entirely immune to what you were doing. He liked to act a big game, but he wasn’t made of steel. Although with that thing between his legs…

“What you gon’ do with this private island?” He asked.

“Walk on the beach naked,” you said with a grin. He couldn’t see you, but your words hit their mark. His hips slipped forward. He chuckled.

“Oh, we got jokes tonight,” he said.

You shuddered. “Fuck,” you panted. “I will walk around naked, get in the water naked. I might even lay on my beach and fuck myself with my fingers.” You moved your hand to do just that. Fuck him. He pushed you too far this time.

His fingers searched for your wet heat, pushing inside and you cried out. You leaned your head back, leaning on his shoulder. You were at an odd angle, your back curved a touch too far. You didn’t care. He was finally touching you.

Your pussy clenched around his fingers as he dipped three in at once. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck,” you moaned. Your right hand reached back to grip his bicep. The muscles squeezed and you held on by digging your nails in.

“I can definitely deliver on some of them things. But I think what I got you is much better. That’s if I decide you’ve been good,” he said.

You didn’t give a fuck what he said. You were grinding on his fingers while he pumped them inside you. Your arousal made you grip his fingers and he groaned at the extra pressure. “Nahh, you been too naughty. Talking back, disobeying orders, potty mouth.”

You whined. “Please, I’ll do anything,” you panted.

“Anything?” He whispered in your ear. You nodded, wiggling your hips. Fuck! His fingers weren’t enough!

“Sit on my face then,” he said.

Your hips stuttered as his words sunk in. He couldn’t be serious. “I don’t want to squish–”

“I die, I die,” he said.

You laughed despite yourself. “I’d miss you too much if you did,” you said. Fuck. You wanted his dick and he wasn’t going to make it easy. How did he know you so well?

“Okay, okay,” you agreed. Fuck it. Santa chuckled as he withdrew his fingers again. He sucked on them, groaning at your taste. The small room was filled with the scent of your arousal. The thick musk tickled your nose. You felt naughty as hell. Okay, maybe there was something to this role playing business.

You stood up and the chair scooted across the hardwood floor, grooves be damned. Before the hearth, there was a thick bearskin rug. On top of it, there were two other thick blankets with smooth downy fabric.

You knelt down while Santa joined you. He got onto his back. The Santa jacket and boots had come off. His skin flickered with the light of the flames. Shadows played across his chest. You licked your lips as you straddled his chest. He scooted down while you scooted upwards towards his mouth.

Nerves made your hands shake and thighs quake. Your pussy moved over his face and he adjusted himself beneath you. He pressed his nose into your wet core and breathed deeply.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He flicked his thumb over the thin material before yanking your teddy to the side.

“Shit’s so fucking creamy, baby girl,” he said.

You moaned while he pulled you down onto his face. You tried to use your knees to hover, but he was yanking you down anyway so that you literally sat on his face. His tongue started to move, flexing with his jaw. He was in it deep already. His thick beard rubbed your pussy and you moaned uncontrollably.

“Oh my god,” you moaned. Your hands dropped to his head. Your body started to move, riding his face. You were flooding his face with your arousal. It practically dripped out of you and onto his chin, into his beard, and into his mouth.

He moaned while he ate you out. The vibrations made his lips tingle. Pressed against your clit just so, you twitched and were shaking out your release. Your moans bounced in the cozy cabin. You screamed it all out. Such undiluted pleasure had you seeing through the roof and into the starry night sky.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned.

Santa continued to slurp up your essence. The loud sucking made your pussy flutter. “So fuckin’ creamy, shit,” he moaned. Harsh breaths escaped him and you felt slightly guilty. However, not too guilty because fuck that was amazing.

You didn’t have to worry about crushing him or wondering when he would tap out with an apology. Your head was silent for once. You were just a vessel for pleasure and at his mercy.

“Roll over,” he said.

You climbed off of him and flipped onto your back. He moved and leaned up onto his knees, scooting in between your legs and dropped his pants. He pressed his massive thighs against yours, pushing you nearly in half.

He laid down into a push-up style position. His hands were on either side of you, pushing your thighs down even more against your body. He wiggled his hips and the tip of his dick swung lazily over your pussy.

“Oh please, baby. Please, please,” you begged with an edge of panic.

Your feet dangled over his shoulders and you pushed them inward, wrapped around his head. He finally lined up perfectly, and began to sink in slowly.

Your mouth dropped open and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Fuck, me!” You moaned.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he moaned tiredly.

He ought to be fucking tired from all that teasing he did! You bit your lip to keep from cursing him till kingdom come. He knew how long and thick he was. He knew he needed to get you sopping wet before even attempting this shit. But a week? A week of fucking teasing?

Your tight hole squeezed his dick and he moaned, stopping about halfway in. “Breathe for me, baby girl. Breathe and let me into that sexy pussy,” he coaxed with a deep rumble in his chest.

You took deep breaths and willed your body to relax. You were just so excited, you didn’t know how you were still conscious. You relaxed enough for him to keep sliding in deeper. You jerked and moaned as he kissed your cervix. You grunted and groaned, a delicious burn working its way around the edges of your pussy.

Fully seated, he stopped and let you adjust around him. He didn’t wait long to pull out and then slide back in, rougher. Your thighs slapped together like a thunderclap. You panted and your legs shook over his shoulders.

Your hands flew to your knees to keep them closed around him. Otherwise, your legs would drop open and he’d split you in half. On second thought…

You let your knees fall open, opening you wider. Santa grinned, looking between your bodies at where you joined. His jaw worked, gathering spit, and spat on your pussy. An inhuman glint entered his eye as he fucked it into you.

Your moans continued to get louder as he slammed roughly into you. That long dick speared you from the inside out. But he was immediately hitting your G-spot. Your moans turned feral and animalistic as you felt indescribable pleasure.

Your thighs made loud and filthy smacks the harder he clapped your pussy. You gushed on his dick and the sticky suction noise joined the symphony of filth.

“I’m-I’m-I,” you couldn’t speak.

“That’s okay. You let me worry about that. Don’t you want me to feel it?”

You nodded and blinked into his eyes. He looked down at you. “Aww, look at you letting me hit this fuckin’ raw. You been such a filthy slut this year,” he said.

“Shit,” you moaned.

“You hear how hard I’m beating this shit?” He asked.

You could only nod. He licked his lips as he looked at your bouncing breasts, barely held in check by the teddy. “Pussy talkin’ hella loud.”

“Oh my god,” you breathed. You were shaking badly now, twisting and writhing beneath him.

“Mhm, keep talkin’. Keep talkin’ to me.”

You finally let go, the orgasm wrapping a giant hand around you and squeezed the very breath from your lungs. Your mouth worked, but all you let out was a strangled, incoherent moan.

“There it is. Ou, feelin’ so fuckin’ good. You such a filthy little slut, ain’t you? Gettin’ dick from Santa this year. Let me hear that pussy screamin’ for me,” he said.

Your chest continuously caved in as you screamed with pleasure. Screamed to the heavens above that you were getting phenomenal dick that constantly emptied your head of all thoughts. You operated on pure feeling now. The deep, long strong of his dick. The slap of his thighs on yours. His groans and grunts as he watched himself disappear inside of you.

You shook violently on your way down. You pouted a bit. He didn’t cum. You stuck your bottom lip out and he grinned. He leaned down into the pushup, pressing his lips to yours. He dominated your kiss, running his tongue in a circle around your lips. Then he dived his tongue inside. You still faintly smelled yourself on his breath.

“You think I’m done with you?” His lips hovered above yours and you whined, wanting to continue kissing him. He lowered but before your lips fully connected, he leaned back. You chased his mouth but he leaned too far away.

You turned puppy dog eyes towards him and stuck out your bottom lip again. He chuckled. He bit your bottom lip and pulled. His hips still worked roughly against you, fucking into you with reckless abandon.

“You’ve been a naughty girl this year,” he began to kiss down your body. He licked certain parts of your skin, before zeroing in your nipple through your teddy. You hissed and jerked, moving away from it. He held on, getting the fabric wet with his spit.

“Not even this sweet pussy of yours can make me put you on the nice list,” he said.

“Shit,” you moaned. You threw your head back as another orgasm tugged on your core. He leaned up and licked this thumb, pressing it against your clit. You growled as your pleasure seemed to ramp higher and go further. You clutched onto his forearms, too weak to say or do anything.

Your eyes crossed while his thumb furiously worked your clit. “Get that pussy talkin’ again. I ain’t hear her the first time.”

He slipped out of you while you were still shaking from the last orgasm. “Ohhh.” your lips moaned, a desperate echo making your voice warble. Your body twitched beneath him. He just watched as you squirmed. 1

“How many orgasms does it take to get me to bust?” He asked.

His dirty words were activating a different switch in your mind. You became competitive and pathetic as you gyrated, trying to shove his dick back inside. You wanted his cum and you hated that he turned you into an animal, too fucked out to care about how you looked or what you showed him in your eyes.

He scooted back and roughly turned you over onto your knees. You flopped around, your arms too weak to help yourself. “Get up on them fuckin’ knees.”

You whined and whimpered as you slowly got into position. He pushed your thighs further apart with his knees and entered you in one deep thrust.

“Fuck! Baby! Too much!” You pushed your hand back against his broad chest. He slapped your hand away.

“Nuh-uh, move that hand,” he said.

“Too much, Daddy!” You screamed. His strokes were hitting the deepest part of you and you were screaming the national anthem for all you knew.

“Oh! I’m Daddy now?” He asked.

“Daddy, please!” You whined. You slammed your ass on his dick with his help. His hand smacked your ass with such force that you fell back from the recoil.

“Fuck! Look at that shit go,” he grunted. Your hand pushed against his body again.

“Move that fuckin’ hand, now!”

Your wails were grating on your own nerves. You moved your arm. “You know what I wanna hear if you want me to stop,” he said.

No, you didn’t want to use that word. The minute you did, he would stop and want to check in with you. You didn’t want words now. You didn’t want to reason and explain yourself. You just wanted to blow your hip out.

You gripped the sheets beneath you and held on. “Yeah, that’s right. Good girls listen to Santa,” he said.

You gripped his dick and rode him like your life depended on it. He landed a few more smacks to your ass. “Watching this ass shake, hmm, I’m ready to bust. You think this one gon’ be it?”

You drooled onto the bed as your orgasm crested once more, putting pressure on your lower belly, and gripping him tighter. You bit the blanket beneath you as you groaned. Your eyes rolled and eyelids fluttered.

“Hmm, don’t she talk so pretty,” he moaned.

He grunted as he finally spilled inside of you. Fuck, there was so much of it. You worried briefly if you wouldn’t get fucking pregnant off of this. You were meticulous about your birth control and you weren’t ovulating.

But you could believe it if you ended up pregnant off of this dick tonight. If he had some type of magic dick that got you pregnant with a single thought. He fucked his cum into you, plugging you full of it.

“Goddamn it, baby girl,” he grunted. His leg shook as the final pulse pushed into you deeper.

He retreated slowly. His cum immediately pushed out in a thick, creamy wad. You groaned as it slid down your pussy and dripped beneath you. You wouldn’t be able to look at bear rugs the same.

“Shit,” he panted. He spread your ass cheeks so that he could watch himself leak out of you.

“Might fuck around and give you some kids, baby girl. Would you like that? You want my baby?” He asked.

He rubbed your ass as he continued to watch his cum leak from your body. You probably looked like a stuffed donut.

“Nahh, not yet. I’m not done spoiling you,” he said.

You sniveled as tears ran down your cheeks. You were so full of love for this man. How he always took care of you and pampered you. You didn’t have to lift a finger when he was around. It was so intoxicating. You feared that one day you truly would let him spoil you and not give two shits.

He wiped your tears away and brought it to his lips. He moaned when he sucked your tears off. “Fuck, baby girl. You wanted some more dick, this is how you ask,” he said.

He entered you again and you cried out. You fell face forward onto the blanket, your face facing the hearth. Heat waves warmed your face instantly. The light cast long rays in your vision as it swam with tears and bliss.

Your fingers were too weak to properly hold onto the blanket. Your cheek rubbed against the damp spot from your spit.

“She got somethin’ more to say, huh?” Santa asked.

You nodded and moaned as your wails reached a new crescendo. You gripped his dick again, sucking him deep into your body.

Santa moved his left hand to palm your scalp. He flexed his fingers and pulled your hair back. His right hand smacked your ass once and then he was pushing it into your anus. “Oh shit!” You moaned.

“I’m gonna have to bring you more of these from the North Pole, baby girl,” he said.

“I bought two of every color,” you said.

His hips snapped forward as he unloaded again inside of you. Hot splashes of his cum pushed against your G-spot and you cried out, sinking onto his dick with a powerful, gut-wrenching, mind-blowing orgasm that twisted you like a pretzel and folded you like a bagel.

He lazily continued to fuck into you as he groaned and spent every ounce left in his balls. He leaned forward and bit your shoulder.

“Damn, baby, thank you,” he whispered and kissed behind your ear. You were too fucked out to respond. You just softly moaned.

He dropped a kiss to your cheek and you felt him smile against it.

“Wait till you see what I do to you on New Year’s.”

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Mr. Black, Part 2

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem and male receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, sex toys, dumbass reader, degradation kink, orgasm control, possession kink, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: The next morning, Tre gives you a special present. It is impossible to focus on work after this.

Word Count: 4,051k

A/N: I have no excuses for myself except that this was so fuckin' hot and I need to go lay down, WHEW. Thank you so much for the support! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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You spent the next morning, on your knees in Tre’s office, sucking the length of him down as far as you could. Somehow, you were able to redo the report and take out all of the typos. Circling them in red genuinely helped.

This morning, he called you into his office with barely a greeting. He simply sat down at his desk, rolled away from it, and you watched as he unzipped his pants and freed his dick. The smooth glide of the zipper already had you transfixed but it was the way he revealed his thickening dick that had you licking your lips. Dropping to your knees.

You had placed your hands on his thighs and wrapped your lipstick stained lips around his dick and drooled instantly. He was so big. It was nearly impossible to fit him in your mouth. He stared as you as you gave him head, his thoughts indecipherable beyond that he liked what you were doing.

He coached you on how to take him. How fast to bob your head. You seeked the tip of his dick with your tongue and fresh cum leaked into your mouth. You swallowed it greedily. You licked the underside, catching on ropes of veins.

Tre jerked and laughed a bit as you teased him. “I’m gon’ get you back for that one,” he groaned.

He didn’t want to mess up your hairdo so he focused on caressing your neck instead. He brushed his fingers around your pretty neck, alternating squeezing it and letting it go. When you took him deeper, he closed his hand around your throat just so he could feel himself inside you.

The pressure from that made you moan. “Mhm, let me hear that pretty voice moan for me,” he said.

You kept up your moans. His hips jerked up while you did so, fucking your mouth now instead of you sucking him. He closed his eyes and you watched the light from the window play off of his glasses.

“Hmf, I’m ‘bout to bust,” he groaned.

A second later, his hot cum was filling your mouth. The hot pulses splashed down your throat and you sucked all of it down. He panted and slipped out of your mouth. You worked your jaw to get some of the kink out.

He smiled as he watched you lick the corners of your mouth for any remnant of him. “I got a present for you,” he said.

“For me?” Joy suffused you as you thought of him getting you a present. Though, knowing him, it was probably something generic as hell. Still, you’d treasure it.

He zipped himself into his pants and stood up. On the side of his desk, he lifted up his briefcase and then rummaged through it. You straightened up and dusted invisible lint from your knees.

You heard a package crumpling and then he held it out to you, unwrapped. You gasped as you saw it and looked at him.

“A vibrator?” You asked. It was the last thing you expected.

He moved beside you and leaned his hip on his desk. “A remote controlled vibrator. Slip them panties off for me,” he said.

“Now? Sir…” You smiled and looked around the enclosed office. People were starting to arrive. You heard faint murmuring on the other side of the wall. There was no way you could wear that thing and get work done.

“You’re going to wear it. You’re not going to cum. At lunch time, I want you back in here, panties off, and legs spread for my lunch. Understand?”

If you weren’t already soaked before, he might as well call you Niagara Falls. Your clit painfully throbbed as that mental image crossed your mind.

“Sir…” Your voice wobbled as you tried to calm your breathing.

“You seem to think I’m asking.” He tilted his head with a smug smirk on his face. Shit. Shit, shit.

Your shaking hands reached under your skirt for your panties. Another lacy pair since he seemed to enjoy the other one so much. He opened the package while keeping an eye on you slipping your panties down.

“Get in position.” His deep, dark voice may as well have been a physical caress.

You faced his desk, identical to the same position he had you in last night. Your heart thundered in your chest. You placed your hands on the desk and leaned over slightly.

He roughly pulled up your skirt. A faint buzzing began and he trailed it through your slick entrance. “Oooue fuck,” you wobbled. Your knees turned watery but you held upright.

The solid wall of him pushed into your back. He licked the shell of your ear and hummed with a chuckle. “I want you to remember that you are not allowed to cum. I’m gon’ be very disappointed if you do.”

“Y-Yes, Sir,” you said. Your bottom lip quaked as he teased you with the vibrator. It was on a low setting so it wasn’t enough to get you too excited. He swirled it around your clit and you dropped your head.

He continued to hum with that deep voice of his. It was like he was purring straight to your pussy. Mercifully, he finally pushed it inside your dripping entrance and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

He kissed your neck, right below your ear. “And do remember that I control this shit,” he said.

Too lost for words, your head flopped as you nodded that you understood. All day, he was going to torture you with this thing. Not only were you going to have to concentrate on work, you were going to have to concentrate on not cumming.

Your legs trembled as he leaned down and pulled your panties up your legs. He kissed your legs on his way up and then fixed them properly. He lowered your skirt and turned you to face him.

You knew your eyes were already lidded. The constant buzz was playing all kinds of dirty tricks on your pussy.

He kissed your cheek with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He waved the remote in your face. “I’ll see you at lunch, right?” He asked.

You nodded weakly. “Yes, Sir,” you said.

“Good, now print the Turner contract for me, I have a meeting in an hour,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.” Asshole. You took a deep breath and walked from behind his desk. As you neared the door, the vibrator ramped up in intensity. “Oue,” you said and tumbled toward the door. You caught yourself, barely, as the bastard chuckled.

“Just checking,” he said and laughed. Laughed!

You mumbled under your breath while he turned the thing back to its lowest setting. You closed the door behind you and leaned against it briefly. Today was going to be a rough ass day.

For the rest of the morning, you did as you were told. You printed the contract and gave it to him. He seemed to sense you were approaching because the vibrator suddenly turned up and you had to fight tingles making your body shiver. You handed him the contract with a scowl on your face.

He barely glanced at you since he was on the phone and typing away at his computer. Blessed with a little free time, you turned back to the mistake you made. You worked at the problem, trying to figure out where you went wrong. All evidence to the contrary, you weren’t stupid. Something wasn’t adding up somewhere and it was driving you nuts. You knew you had to say something before it got bad, but you wanted to prove that you were capable.

By the middle of the morning, your eye ached from staring at these tiny ass numbers. The vibrator was more or less background noise at this point. He had been too busy to remember to turn it up. He had been in meetings all day down the hall, so he at least wasn’t in the immediate vicinity. You didn’t know the range on those damn things, but you figured that he couldn’t just whip it out and torture you. Taking the blessing as a sign, you made it to the break room across from one of the meeting rooms.

The bottom of the conference room windows were frosted blue so no one could really see inside. However, the top was clear and you could see Tre leaning against the table as he spoke. All that man does is fucking lean.

He knew his affect on the women in the office. Every time he strolled by, the women - and some men - stopped and just gawked.

“You okay?” You turned your head to look at Henry. Sweet Henry. He was a lanky Black man, dressed in khaki slacks and a blue shirt. His tie was festive today.

“That’s a pretty rude question, Henry,” you said and lifted your eyebrow.

He ducked his head and laughed. “I’m sorry. You just seemed a little distracted,” he said. He joined you in the breakroom while you poured yourself some water. Anything else and it would frazzle your nerves.

A sharp pain went through your abdomen. Ugh! If only you could cum. The pressure was unbearable. Your hands were clammy and your skin felt like it was on fire.

You smiled at Henry. “I’m just messing with you. I have a work problem that I can’t seem to figure out.” You drowned the entire cup of water. Then, you refilled it at the water station and drank that entire cup too.

Henry nodded and you looked him over. Why couldn’t you be attracted to sweet little Henry? You bet he gave the best hugs, would not shy away from a foot rub, and would cook you breakfast in the morning.

You tried to imagine Tre being so domestic. You couldn’t. You doubted you’d ever be able to imagine him in anything else but his suits, sitting and making deals from sunup to sundown. Realistically, you knew he had to sleep some time. But did he wear boxers to sleep? Sleep in the nude? Pajama set?

“When I have a problem, I usually start over from the beginning. Sometimes it’s the methodology instead of anything someone did,” Henry said, snapping you out of your racy thoughts.

“Do you have a minute to explain that?” You asked. You had an inkling that you knew what he meant, but you wanted to be sure. Henry’s eyes widened but he smiled.

“Sure, yeah! Um,” he said and licked his lips. He really was rather adorable.

You got comfortable sitting across from him at the small table in the breakroom. There were only 3 chairs so people hardly sat in it. Henry cleared his throat and launched into what he meant.

The vibrator kicked into overdrive. “Fu-” You closed your eyes briefly, before seeking out the bane of your existence.

Tre stood across the way, holding the conference room open. The remote was held in his hand and he looked at you like he was seeing red. You stared at him as your orgasm crested and the urge shook you violently.

“Are you okay?” Henry asked, calling your name. You took deep breaths and looked towards him with a pleasant smile.

“Yes, please continue,” you said, your voice strangled. How could you fight this shit off? Oh fuck, this was the hardest thing you ever had to do. You weren’t used to denying yourself and you hated Tre for putting you in this position.

You pointedly ignored Tre while he tortured you with the vibrator. At one point, you had to press your hand to your stomach as if to physically hold the orgasm at bay. The intensity finally lessened as Henry spoke. You got the gist of what he was saying.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but I am feeling a little ill,” you said.

“Oh, okay,” Henry said. He smiled and waved. “I hope you feel better.”

You only hummed as you left the breakroom, heading straight for the women’s restroom. Inside, you checked under the two stalls for any sign of life. When there wasn’t any, you stomped your foot and shook your hands.

Your nerves were on fire. Burning hot lava sludged through your veins. The sudden intensity after all that edging was too much for you to bear. You turned on the water and ran the coolness over your hands. You brought those hands to your forehead to try and cool yourself off.

In your mind’s eye, you saw how Tre looked at you. As if he wanted to bend you over his knee right then and there. The image made your pussy flutter as you recalled how he had spanked you just last night.

You didn’t sit down at all after driving home in extreme discomfort. You couldn’t sit in a bath. Even that was too much. So you took a shower and spent the majority of the night laying across your bed on your tummy and redid the report.

You recalled how he had taken sweet possession of your body, playing with it like a fine tuned instrument. The naughty things he had said.

Oh shit. Your orgasm ripped through you. You bit your lip as sweet fuckin’ relief washed over you in pleasurable waves. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you did so. The way your eyes were at half mast, the slack jaw, the bit lip. You gasped and panted as it kept going, flooding your panties with arousal.

You leaned across the sink, calming down. The vibrator was still going. Shit. Your look in the mirror turned panicked. Okay, now he was really going to kill you. You raced to an empty stall and cleaned yourself up. Somehow, you knew it wouldn’t be enough. He’d be able to tell.

You sniffled but refused to cry. You were a goddamn adult. A kid trapped in an adult’s body, but still an adult.

You took deep breaths. You weren’t going to admit to shit anyway. Armed with new confidence, you washed your hands and left the restroom as if you didn’t have a care in the world.

Your eyes immediately found Tre from across the open floor space. He glanced at you and his eyes narrowed. Shit, how did he know? You gave him a goofy smile but he ran his hand down his face. Oh, you were in it now.

Dread slowed your steps, thinking of the incoming punishment as you walked towards your desk.

Former employees with boxes were being escorted out or walked with such hang dog expressions. You met their gazes, each and every one. You offered a smile. Some smiled with watery tears leaking down their faces. Others scowled at you. You understood. You had a job and they didn’t.

You made it to your desk and concentrated on the invoices. The temporary relief from the orgasm gave you enough energy to finally focus. Though, your mind kept drifting to the look on Tre’s face.

Okay, no more of that. Taking Henry’s advice, you started the invoice over and followed through all of the steps. You relaxed into a zone as you went line by line, number by number. Double checking and triple checking your work. A message dinged on your computer. Lunch time.

Your belly did somersaults as you paused your work. You stood up, smoothed down your skirt, and then walked into his office. You felt a little naughty being in here without him. He had intimidated you so badly when you first started working here. You knew from the first meeting that he was an asshole, but you had no clue just how mean he would be.

Being in his office without him felt like sneaking into the kitchen before dinner, trying to snag a cookie from a plate on the sink.

Instead, you followed his directions and pushed his chair out from his desk. You moaned a bit, free to do so, as the vibrator shifted inside of you. You lifted your skirt over your hips, wiggled out of your panties and then sat on his desk.

The sharp, freezing surface sent shivers down your spine. The vibrator was harder to ignore now that it was the only thing you had to focus on. Not a moment later, the vibrator turned to its highest setting. “Shit,” you moaned.

The door opened, Tre steamrolling into the room. He shut the door behind him and then crossed to his desk. There was a smirk on his face, but you got the sense that he was more angry than happy to see you following his directions.

“Didn’t I say you weren’t allowed to cum?” He asked. He pulled the chair so he could sit in it. He was at the perfect level to look at your dripping pussy.

“I didn’t…”

“Don’t lie to me. You couldn’t help yourself, could you?” He asked.

“Sir…”

“What were you talking to Henry about?” He asked.

“Huh?” The vibrator was still going, soaking yourself once more. You couldn’t believe how turned on you were.

“Do you need your ears checked? What. Were. You. Talking. To. Henry. About.” The damn thing had a pulse option.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the pulses sent you into a shivering fit. You cried as these violent jerks bowed your spine. Tre gripped your thighs and spread them open further so he could see your pathetic clenching around the vibrator.

“W-w-work,” you cried out.

“Go on and cum then since you like it so much,” he demanded. Blazing hot flames of obsidian stared you down as you relaxed into a powerful orgasm. His grip on your thighs was the only thing you briefly noticed as you twitched and jerked your way through it.

You tried to keep your moans and whimpers down. You tried. A drawer slid open and soon, Tre was stuffing something into your mouth. You looked down to see one of his black ties in your mouth. It smelled like him. Like crisp mountain air.

You were able to moan more freely now that you were gagged. Tre pulled the vibrator out and attached his lips to your clit. You screamed out, rearing back and trying to scoot back from the edge of the desk.

Was he insane? Your legs bounced at each swipe of his wide tongue against your sensitive nub. Your hand flew to the back of his head, pushing him deeper instead of away.

You whined more, unable to stand it and unable to push him away. He dragged another orgasm out of you. Your thighs clamped around his head. He used his thick hands to push your legs apart. He pushed until your thighs screamed in protest.

He lapped at your pussy like a starving man discovering nirvana for the first time. His tongue delved into your pussy, pushing in and out and mimicking how he fucked you yesterday.

“Hmf, Tre,” you tried to say, but you were still gagged. He slurped up every last drop of you and then kissed your thigh.

He stood up and placed a wet kiss to your forehead. You gave him puppy dog eyes. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

He grabbed your throat and yanked you towards him. “You watch how you speak to other mu’fuckas in this office.”

You worked your jaw until you spat out the tie. “I have to talk to people here, you know,” you said.

“Not when they’re in love with you,” he said.

“Please, Henry is not in love with me,” you said and rolled your eyes.

“You ain’t that dumb,” he said and squeezed harder. He picked up the tie from your chest, his eyes narrowed as he carefully pushed it back into your mouth. “You have a listening problem.” His face twisted in disgust as he looked at you.

You would have felt like a big under a microscope, except a quick glance down showed you how turned on he was. He looked at his watch and then frowned.

He deftly undid his belt and zipper with one hand as he revealed himself. Your pussy hungrily fluttered, needing all of that inside of you. You bit down on his tie, moving your hips forward.

“You lucky I’m in a hurry and the office is full,” he muttered as he slammed inside.

Your head fell back and you made a guttural groan. He filled you completely. He faced no resistance as your arousal let him slip inside with ease. He made a satisfied hum and began attacking your pussy in much the same fashion as before.

His other hand, around your throat, pulled you closer. “This my fuckin’ pussy, understand?” He asked. He titled his head and looked you in the eyes.

You barely had enough free space to nod. He lifted your left leg and it allowed him deeper access. Your eyes crossed as he finally hit your G-Spot.

“Mhm,” he said, satisfied that he found it. He attacked it with precision. Every stroke was deep and calculated. Your left hand steadied you against the desk as your right hand held onto his wrist around your throat.

“Go on and let it go. Your needy ass can’t follow clear directions,” he said.

You came with a vengeance. The orgasm burrowing into your body like a live wire. Your sweat soaked skin made your dress plaster itself to you. Your knees trembled. Your body hung loose as the orgasm took you completely. Jolting through your veins. Robbing you of breath or sense.

Your orgasm triggered his. He grunted long and deep in his throat as he painted your walls with his cum. You trembled from the force of it. From the feeling of it filling you.

He stroked two more times, like he couldn’t help it. There was a crack in his exterior as he finished. He dropped his head against your chest.

“Swear I turn into an animal when it comes to you,” he panted.

Your heart swelled. You had no idea that turning a man on like this would drive you crazy. That he would drive you crazy. Insane. An addict for this type of lust.

He removed the gag and massaged your jaw. He softened inside of you and then he slipped out. He grabbed tissues off of his desk and cleaned himself up. He zipped away his third leg and then focused on cleaning you up.

He grabbed the vibrator from the desk, cleaned it off, and then worked it back into you. “S-Sir, please,” you begged.

He kissed your forehead, his lips lingering there as he got the vibrator fully seated. “I’m giving you a second chance. Don’t disappoint me,” he whispered against your forehead.

He pulled up your panties and helped you stand up so he could finish. He smoothed down your skirt.

You stared at his lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. To have that wicked tongue to play with. You ran your tongue across your teeth. You knew what he tasted like already, but you were still needy. Still begging for more.

Fuck, you were so sore from when he stretched you out. You’ve had time to recover from the ass spanking and you hoped that he wouldn’t try that again tonight.

“Grab us some lunch and I’ll see you back in here at six.” He dismissed you.

Your chest deflated as you skirted around him and headed to your desk. You opened the door without a look back, closing it behind you.

You walked with wobbly knees and sat down at your desk. You sat there for five minutes while you contemplated your life choices. There was something wrong with you. It was the only reason why you were still letting him fuck you into oblivion instead of having a nice, normal, healthy relationship with someone that gave you kisses after sex. Cuddled.

Even thinking that, you wouldn’t be satisfied with someone so sweet. Someone walking by your desk pulled you out of your immediate flashbacks to what just happened.

Tre kicked the vibrator up to the medium setting. You cleared your throat as you went back to work, trying to pretend like nothing was amiss.

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