Vivian's POV
Vivian had been a fool. Now she was caught in a bind and she had no one to blame but herself.
After all, she was the one who had willingly walked into Ryan Terrell's penthouse that evening.
How could she have believed that he was not upset with her?
No man when promised sex would be that fine with being cancelled on. Yet not only had she rushed off to work without allowing for a quickie. Instead of showing up later in the day as promised, she had instead sent a text and a picture of her boobs. Why in the world had she believed that it would be enough to appease Ryan?
She should have known he would not be happy and yet she had not. Now as Vivian took her punishment, she had no idea whether to beg for more or pray for less.
Was he truly going to kill her for missing out on a single evening of sex? Surely Ryan Terrell could not be that crazy?
She'd already come four times that night.
She was exhausted and all that she wanted to do was sleep. And yet thanks to Ryan Terrell doing unspeakable things to her with his mouth, fingers, and dick. Vivian's need to come yet again was much stronger than her need for rest.
Her body's need for another climax was something that Ryan was very on board with. Her butt in the air, with the man ramming into her from behind Vivian who was drooling so hard, her cheek now rested on a wet spot tried to beg.
"Ryan please-" she began, and that was all that she was able to get out before she went back to moaning mindlessly, and doing her best to push back and meet his thrusts.
If she had finished her sentence, she herself had no idea whether she would be begging him to stop, or to make her come faster.
But it did not matter because Ryan did not even pause to hear what she was trying to say.
He just continued thrusting into her with single-minded determination.
On one particular thrust, his dick went in so deep and rubbed her so good that Vivian's knees were no longer able to support her.
She went down and the man followed her, still pistoning into her like a machine.
And despite having been feeling it build for quite some time, Vivian's climax caught her by surprise. Her walls clenching tight around Ryan and dragging him down with her.
His entire weight ended up on her as his dick twitched deep within her. It should have felt suffocating, she could barely breathe and yet Vivian felt unbelievably safe.
When the man finally rolled off of her, it was not to collapse next to her and fall asleep. Instead his hand went to caressing her butt cheeks, his fingers grazing over her sore spot in a way that was very deliberate, making her whimper.
"Ryan," She said his name tiredly and the hand paused, a pleased hum emanating from the man.
"Are you ready to apologize to me, and to promise that you will never stand me up again?"
After all that he had done, Vivian should have been too blissed out to argue with him. But looking into Ryan Terrell's blue eyes and seeing the quiet triumph there, she suddenly found her fire. There was no way she would be saying sorry for doing what was right.
Ryan's problem was that he was spoiled. Too used to women catering to his every whim. It was clear that he expected the same from Vivian, tough luck. He would have a better chance getting a rock to apologize to him.
"I have nothing to apologize for," She bit out. Ryan's hand moved away from her backside, and he stared at her like she was a ghost.
"Vivian," He breathed, saying her name like she was a creature he'd never encountered before. Good, the brat was beginning to realize that she would not be bossed around, now to drive the point home.
"If you feel that I truly am in the wrong, then it is up to you to administer punishment, whatever you give me, I can take it," Turning herself from her side and onto her back with a bit of difficulty, Vivian let her legs fall open, throwing an arm over her eyes, she did not look at Ryan when she delivered her next statement.
"Do what you will," She told him, her tone perfectly even, but she had the biggest smile on her face, the expression widening when Ryan's disbelieving chuckle came from next to her.
***
Ryan Terrell was a freak.
When she had challenged him yet again, Vivian had been firm in her knowledge that the man had just come. That at most she would have to be dealing with either his mouth or his fingers. But Ryan had summoned the strength from somewhere, and instead of being fingered or eaten out, Vivian was being fucked within an inch of her life.
This is how people get dickmatized, she thought deliriously. Her hair fanned out on the pillows, she was so hot she had no idea what to do with herself. She'd already clawed at her own front, sunk her nails into his back, and left long grooves there. Now she was doing her best to see if she could leave claw marks in his expensive sheets.
Lost in the pleasure of being filled, Vivian was not even aware that she was zoning out until Ryan reached forward. His hands settling on her breasts, thumbs flicking at her, "Ryan," She pleaded, but he kept at it, playing with her sensitive nipples while continuing to spear into her.
"Apologize to me Vivian. Just say 'I am sorry,' and all this gets to stop," Not trusting herself to speak Vivian instead tightened her walls around him, loving the way that his steady pace faltered. Instead of being put off by her continued resistance, a sharp smile curved Ryan's mouth, his canines showing.
"What you are doing Vivian Rose is merely prolonging the inevitable. Like it or not, I am going to get an apology out of you," Biting at her bottom lip, Vivian stared up at him and matched his smile with a bloodthirsty one of her own.
"We will see about that Ryan Terrell," She panted, whatever ended up happening. Whether she gave up first or he was the one to yield, they were in for an unforgettable night.