Saturday arrived with quiet stillness. The city outside her apartment was alive with the usual weekend bustle, but Izzy's small space felt calm, almost empty. She had planned to spend the day with Maya, catching up over coffee and gossiping about life, but a quick text from her best friend changed everything:
"Hey, I can't make it today… Something came up. Call you later!"
Izzy frowned at her phone. Of course, Maya had gone off to another one of her spontaneous threesome adventures... apparently some wild "party" she couldn't resist. A part of Izzy felt a pang of jealousy, but mostly, she felt… alone.
She shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. There were chores to be done... laundry, dishes, organizing the small clutter she'd accumulated over the week. As she scrubbed the counters and folded clothes, her mind wandered.
Dominic.
It was impossible not to think about him. The memory of Friday's dinner, the way he had glared at her from across the room, the harsh command he had whispered when everyone left… it all replayed in her mind like a movie on loop.
Her fingers paused over the laundry basket as she imagined him... tall, commanding, dangerous, yet impossibly magnetic. The way he took control, the way his voice could make her heart race, the storm of emotions he stirred in her… she couldn't stop thinking about him.
She sighed, dropping onto the couch after finishing the chores. The apartment felt quiet, almost too quiet, and she let her thoughts drift. The way he had kissed her… forceful, angry, yet electric... lingered in her mind. She couldn't forget the intensity of it, and she knew, deep down, that she wanted more.
Her phone buzzed with a message, but it wasn't from Maya. She ignored it, not ready to be distracted. Instead, she leaned back, letting herself sink into the soft cushions, imagining him walking into the room, dark eyes fixed on her, that commanding presence filling her apartment.
A part of her scolded herself for thinking about him so much. He was her boss. He was controlling, intimidating, and… infuriating. Yet another part of her... a dangerous, excited part couldn't stop replaying every glance, every word, every kiss from the night before.
By mid-afternoon, Izzy found herself lying on the couch, chores done, tea in hand, completely lost in thoughts of him. She knew it was ridiculous, but she couldn't help it. Dominic had become the center of her attention, the storm in her mind she couldn't escape.
She decided a shower was the perfect way to relax. The warm water ran over her, washing away the stress of the week, yet her mind couldn't escape him.
After she finished, she wrapped herself in a soft towel and made her way to the bedroom. She sat on the edge of her bed, sipping her tea, letting herself sink into the quiet of the afternoon. The memories of Dominic came again. His mouth on her pussy.
Her body still remembers how his cock felt inside her. She was so horny. She would give anything to be fucked by him over and over again.
She lay on her bed and squeezed her nipples hard and slid her hands down to her pussy. She was so horny. Just as she learned she circles her clit slowly, rubbing it.
"Fuck!." pleasure purged through her as she pushed two fingers inside her.
Dominic's face appeared in her head again, as she imagined him staring at her with those lustful eyes, while his big cock thrusted in and out of her wet pussy. She imagined him calling her dirty names with a commanding voice as he thrust deeper.
"Oh..Fuck me.. Dominic"
She imagined him hitting those sensitive spots as he slammed her hard and fast.
"Oh.. Fuck.. I'm cumming"
Her stomach clenched as orgasm crashed over her. She was still not satisfied. Her breath was panting trying to get herself then suddenly a knock on the door.
She frowned, glancing at the clock. Who could that be?
The bell rang again, more urgently this time. Heart pounding, Izzy set her tea aside and wrapped her towel tighter around herself. She approached the door cautiously, hesitating for just a moment before opening it.
And there he was.
Dominic Steele. Standing there, tall, commanding, every inch the man who could make her heart race and her pulse spike at a single look. His dark eyes locked on hers, sharp and intense, and he didn't break eye contact.
Izzy's heart skipped. "D-Dominic?" she stammered.
He raised a brow, his gaze taking in her towel-wrapped figure, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Do you usually open your doors like this?" His voice was low, amused, yet edged with that dangerous authority that always made her feel both terrified and thrilled.
She felt heat rush to her cheeks. "I… I wasn't expecting anyone," she whispered, fumbling with the towel.
Dominic stepped closer, just enough to make her step back instinctively. His eyes never left hers. "Clearly," he said softly, his tone sharp and seductive. "I don't mind being welcomed like this.@
Izzy swallowed hard, heart hammering in her chest. She wanted to argue, to scold him for showing up unannounced, but every instinct in her body seemed to falter under the weight of his presence.
Dominic's gaze softened slightly, though the intensity never left his eyes. "I came because I wanted to see you," he admitted quietly, and it sent another shiver down her spine. "Can I come in?"
Izzy's mouth went dry. "I… sure..," she said softly, unsure of what else to say.
He smirked again, that teasing, dangerous smile that made her stomach flutter. "Clearly, you've been busy," he murmured. "You smell of cum and sex pumpkin."
Her face flushed as she closed the door after him.
"Let me… Let me go and get dressed" She muttered
"No need pumpkin, keep the towel on like what I see."
Her pulse quickened. She realized, with a mix of pleasure, longing, and excitement.
Dominic is at her place.
She's definitely going to get that cock.