Erik held the door open with a chivalrous gesture as I stumbled into Vir's apartment. My hand fumbled for the hallway light switch, and once it flickered on, I placed the spare keys that Vir had given me months ago when I lived with her on one of the baskets near the entryway. Erik and I returned home alone, as Vir had spent the whole night flirting with a blond man and decided to spend the night with him, leaving us some privacy, supposedly.

"Oh god. It feels so good." I gasped as I finally took off my shoes.

"I haven't even touched you yet," Erik joked, causing me to turn around and give him a playful smile.

Maybe the four or five beers I had consumed helped me smile instead of turning red, maybe they even gave me the courage to look at him mischievously as I headed to the room where I had been staying during my time at Vir's place. I took off my jacket and when I removed my sweater, I felt Erik's warm hands caressing my shoulders and massaging them gently.

"You were right, now I can truly say 'it feels good'." I laughed, closing my eyes and instantly relaxing.

Erik not only had large hands, he also knew how to use them, whether it was for cooking, caressing or giving massages.

"I can make it even better." He whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Do you think so?" I asked playfully.

His breath tickled the bare skin of my neck. Normally, I would have been embarrassed to be standing in front of the man who turned me on so much wearing only a bra, but alcohol was definitely an incentive to throw any inhibitions aside.

"I'm sure of it." He whispered before placing a kiss on my shoulder.

With a sigh, I inhaled deeply as I felt his hands caress my arms and his mouth leave a trail of small kisses along my neck. But I was not relaxing, on the contrary, each kiss was like an electric shock that ran through my body, making me gasp with desire.

"That's not relaxing me," I whispered between moans when I felt his teeth on my neck.

"I'm not trying to relax you," he responded with malice, inching closer to my body.

His lips kissed my skin again, but this time they traveled down my back. He pushed my hair aside, letting it fall over one shoulder, and without hesitation, unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor because I didn't protest at all. He lightly grazed his nails over my skin, from my hips to the nape of my neck and back down my arms. I could feel my body reacting to his touch, not just with goosebumps on my skin.

"I have some bad news for you," he said, pressing his torso against my back.

I wasn't sure when he had taken it off, but he wasn't wearing a shirt and I could feel the heat from his skin melting into mine.

"What's wrong?" I purred, tilting my head so he could continue kissing my neck.

"Today, you're not the boss."

It was a seemingly silly statement, but it made me open my eyes and turn my head to look at him. There was a mischievous smile on his lips that stole the breath from my lungs. And when he turned me around to face him, our chests brushed together, igniting pleasurable sensations throughout my body.

"No?"

"No, today I'll be the one in charge," he declared as he reached for the button of my pants and undid it while never breaking eye contact.

"And what if I don't want you to be in charge?"

I couldn't bring myself to stop him, because deep down I didn't want him to. I had fantasized countless times about seeing Erik in his true form, unleashing the beast that I knew lurked within him.

"You can tell me to stop at any time and I will," he said, as he unzipped my jeans and slipped his hand inside without giving me a chance to process what was about to happen.

"No..." I gasped, closing my eyes and grasping onto him as his fingers found their way between my legs.

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Slowly, he traced that familiar path, causing my hips to move towards him in search of more contact, but then he withdrew his finger. Confused, I looked at him and saw in his gaze that he was going to relish making me suffer. He pulled down my pants and helped me remove them, leaving me completely naked before him. He sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for me to sit on his lap, leaning my back against his chest.

As I did so and placed my legs over his, he spread them wide open, giving him full access to my body. With my pulse racing, I braced myself for what was about to come. His lips played with the skin on my neck once again while his hands massaged my breasts like stress balls.

"You've had me hard all night. Every time you looked at me, all I could think about was bringing you home and making you mine," he whispered into my ear, nibbling on my lobe.

"Are you going to punish me for it?"

"I'm going to punish you for it."

His teeth sank into my neck, causing me to release a long and deep moan. It wasn't painful; rather, it felt incredibly arousing. Before I could catch my breath, his hand skillfully made me moan again. His middle finger traced circles around my pleasure button so gently and slowly that it felt like he was opening the floodgates of my pleasure. Those precise circular motions seemed to tune into my moans until they gradually grew louder and more intense with each passing moment.

As soon as my legs tensed even slightly, he stopped. I released the air I was holding in my lungs, not realizing I had been holding my breath.

"Don't forget to breathe," he said, tuning back into my wet sex which was pulsing with excitement.

"Yes, boss," I moaned.

Without warning, one of his fingers pushed inside me, making me arch my back. I tried to close my legs but Erik wouldn't let me.

"Shhh...I didn't say you could close them," he scolded lovingly, stopping his touch on my sex and spreading my knees wide open again.

"I'm sorry," I said, with a trembling voice from the pleasure I felt, willing opening my legs for him.

"Good girl," he whispered in the most erotic way I had ever heard.

I gasped when his finger entered me again, trying hard not to close my legs. I gripped his thigh, still dressed in jeans, and threw my head back onto his shoulder, letting him touch me however he wanted until minutes later when he had me right where he wanted me - on the edge of an orgasm. But then he stopped, pulling away just as I was about to reach it.

"Why do you stop?" I asked, panting.

"Because we've only just begun," he replied with a wicked grin.

He stood up and carefully placed me on the bed before stripping off the rest of his clothes. My eyes hungrily drank in the sight of his hardened arousal begging for attention.

I would be lying if I said my mouth didn't water at the thought of tasting him. Erik must have noticed because he came closer to me and hissed for me to stop as soon as my hand went towards him. I looked up at him, searching his eyes and silently pleading for permission to give him pleasure like he was giving me.

"Do you really want to?" he asked with a devilish smirk.

I nodded instantly. Truthfully, it was never something I had relished before. I had always avoided it, my experiences limited to times when I felt forced and uncomfortable. But with him, I found myself yearning for it. Not because he expected it, but because I wanted to know what it felt like to genuinely want to do it.

Erik gathered my hair in his hand so that it wouldn't bother me and caressed my face while maintaining eye contact, as if assessing whether I truly wanted this.

"Open your mouth," he requested, tenderly stroking my lower lip with his thumb.

I complied, opening my mouth slowly, eager to fulfill his wishes. He leaned forward to kiss me passionately and eagerly, intertwining his tongue with mine and panting with desire. Then he pulled away and looked down at me from his towering height.

"Do what you want," he said almost commandingly. His voice was deep and colored by arousal.

I moved closer to his bare thigh covered in a thin layer of reddish hair and kissed it gently before moving upwards to his hip which I playfully bit causing him to smile and groan sensually. With my hands, I attended to his other leg caressing the inner side up towards his buttocks which I also stroked.

I pulled back just enough to see the fire in his eyes desiring for me to continue - so that's exactly what I did. Grasping onto his hardened excitement, I slowly brought my lips close but only barely grazed him before pulling away again. The desperation in Erik's eyes was evident which made me smirk mischievously.

"Don't be naughty," he pleaded lightly tugging on my hair prompting me lift my gaze higher towards him.

With a cheeky smile trying to appear innocent, I opened my mouth again slightly sticking out my tongue teasingly against him. As soon as I did this he let out a groan and I felt his legs tense up. He was longing for this, yet he hadn't asked or demanded it at any point.

"More?" I asked innocently.

"All," he replied biting his lower lip.

I wrapped my lips around him and the sensation of him contracting was incredibly pleasurable, even though it wasn't as physically satisfying as when he directly touched me. My mouth gradually took in more of him until I couldn't go further. I held him there for a few seconds before retracing my steps. It wasn't unpleasant, on the contrary, it was damn exciting.

Pulling back with a mischievous smile and defiance in my eyes, I teased "Told you you'd get burned."

"I told you that I could handle the fire," Erik gasped not expecting me to take him into my mouth again so soon. Making him lose control was going to be my new favorite pastime from that night onwards.