I was halfway through my pint of ice cream and the second season of some popular tv show when I heard a knock at my door.

It wasn't like I had really been watching the show anyway. I had been daydreaming about last night and was now grateful for the distraction. I paused the show and walked to my bedroom to grab a silk robe my grandmother gave me. It was one of the only luxury items I had and I treasured it most because it came from her.

I sighed and mentally reminded my self to check in with the realtor about the house when I heard a knock at the door again and this time it sounded more forceful and urgent.

"Coming," I yelled, tying a knot at the front of the robe as I walked through the apartment.

I unlocked and opened the door, seeing someone I hadn't expected.

"Good afternoon, Genevieve," he greeted me with his expressionless face, giving nothing away, as per usual.

I arched a brow and leaned a hip against the door jamb, causing the robe to fall off one of my shoulders, exposing the strap and the top of my red lace bra.

"Afternoon, Mr. Blackstone. To what do I owe this unannounced visit," I asked, not bothering to cover myself.

He had seen it all so what was there to hide?

His eyes roamed my body before stopping at my exposed cleavage. He cleared his throat and then looked into my eyes, "Can I come in?"

Did I want him in my apartment? Would it lead to something more? Would I let it lead to something more?

Especially without having information on what happened this morning?

With the way he was looking...and the way my body was reacting...sadly, yes.

So much for my bruised pride and ego...

He had obviously showered as his dark brown hair was now freshly slicked back. His beard and mustache were neatly trimmed with not a hair out of place, and he was wearing a crisp navy blue suit and damn it if he didn't look like a god.

'Stop drooling and find out what happened this morning so you can stop sulking around like a broken-hearted teenager pining for a man you barely know!'

"Sure, come on in," I sighed and moved out of the way.

Shutting the door and then turning around, I caught him walking further into my apartment, taking in his surroundings.

"Was there something you needed, Mr. Blackstone? Did you, by chance, come by for a tour," I asked in an impertinent tone as I followed him while he walked toward the living room.

"No, I wanted to stop by and drop something off to you," he explained before turning around and digging something out of his pants pocket, holding it out to me.

I took the white box from him and read the front.

"The morning-after pill," I asked in an accusatory tone.

"Yes," his jaw clenched and I felt my face flush in embarrassment.

"I'm...I'm on the pill, Domi-- Mr. Blackstone," I said in disbelief and felt infuriated.

"Can I please just watch you take it?"

So, now he thinks I'd want to have his baby? Did he think I wanted to trap him to me or something?

What kind of an egotistical, self-centered, narcissistic prick would think that I--

--Not everyone was out to steal his fucking money!

I was currently fuming with rage.

"Sure," I said, my tone dripping venom as I walked back into the kitchen for a glass of water.

I sat the box down on the counter and opened one of the cabinets for a glass before turning towards the fridge and seeing from the corner of my eye that he had already opened the box. I filled the glass and held my hand out for the small white pill.

"Down the hatch," I said resentfully before taking the pill and a gulp of water to wash it down. I took a few more sips just in case and then set the glass on the counter.

He stared at me for a moment and that same emotion flashed through his eyes from this morning.

"Did you want to make sure I actually took it," I asked, fully knowing that I was letting my pride and ego get the better of me but I was seething at him for not believing me about being on birth control.

I stuck my tongue out and then raised it for good measure.

When he didn't say anything I continued, "I don't want a child, Dominic. I swear to God I took it and I won't go throw it up once you leave," I said a little harsher than needed, but what the fuck was he still doing here?

He got what he wanted and it was time for him to go.

I walked to the door and waited for him to follow as I crossed my arms over my chest and looked to the floor, suddenly feeling like a child under his relenting gaze.

"Are you done acting that way," he asked in a cool tone.

Looking up at him and seeing that one of his brows was arched, like he was scolding me--

I looked to the side and willed away any snarky comment. I needed to know what happened this morning and the only way to find out would be to act civil.

I nodded and looked down again, "Why did you throw me out?"

It was barely audible, but I knew he heard it as he sighed before finally walking over to me.

He ran his knuckles softly down the side of my exposed shoulder and pushed the hair behind my back that was covering my bra.

I couldn't stop the shiver or the goosebumps that popped up in his wake.

Damn him and damn my body for having this reaction to him!

'Of course, when faced with his stringent personality combined with his sinfully delightful touch, you become obedient.′

I took a chance and looked up into his eyes before he began, "I'm sorry. It's just... my sister's in town. She was ten minutes away when I told you to get dressed this morning. We actually passed her on the road when we left."

Well, that's...acceptable. I guess I really didn't want to seem like some random slut in front of his sister.

"And the pill," I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"I trust you, Genevieve. It's just an extra precaution. The men in my family are very... potent. I have quite a large family and as much as I want a family of my own someday, I'd like to be, at least, in a relationship with the woman I impregnate," he said in a low voice, his other hand coming to rest on my neck, his thumb caressing my cheek.

"Oh," I looked to the side--anywhere but his piercing amber eyes.

I cleared my throat and backed up to give myself some distance from him, but my back hit the door, "Well like I said, I won't throw it up. I don't want a baby."

He took a step closer, back into my personal space, "Not ever," he whispered, running his finger under my bra strap down to the top of the lace cup.

I felt my face and chest flush and looked back up, seeing his eyes on my chest now.

"Maybe in the future, but I still need to make a name for myself before I can think about a family. I can't have any distractions. No men, no friends... just work," my voice softened as I finished the sentence.

His eyes met mine and I saw a hint of mischief in them, "No distractions? No men?"

His fingers were playing underneath the top of the lace then and every so often I felt one graze my hardened nipple but I refused to go down without a fight.

"None," I whispered, trying to sound strong and convincing, "Not even you, Sir."

He brought his hand down to the tie at my waist and slowly pulled, undoing the knot and opening the robe, exposing my red lace thong underneath.

'Think before you let this go any further. Do you trust that he was telling the truth? Are you willing to submit to him just to have him potentially hurt you again?'

I took in a ragged breath and tried to think, really think.

Did I need to be strong, need to keep my walls up and guarded?

Letting him have his way this time could start a pattern and was I really ready for that kind of drama at my place of work when I had so much riding on this job? I could stop this now and tell him last night was a one time thing but...

I was already gone from the moment he walked through the door.

He dropped to his knees and ran his hands up the sides of my thighs and hips, stopping at the band of my thong.

"Mr. Blackstone," I whimpered and leaned my head against the door, giving it one last-ditch effort, "We shouldn't. You can't--."

"--Daddy," he growled, pulling the thong down my hips.

I moaned as he placed gentle kisses to my lower stomach and slowly pulled the scrap of cloth down my legs and then pulled my right leg over his shoulder.

He dug his fingers into my thigh and I felt him blow cold air at my sex.

"Daddy," I whispered, running my hands through his hair, fully giving in like the weak, obedient, and committed little girl I was for him.

"You're already so wet, Princess," he smacked one of my ass cheeks, "Such a good girl."

"Please, Daddy," I murmured and pulled his head closer to where I needed him. I was so ready and already throbbing. I needed something to finish the job--I needed him.

He chuckled at my eagerness and then parted my folds with his thumbs before gingerly licking from my entrance to my clitoris, circling his tongue around the bud a few times.

"Oh, fuck," I whispered and then begged softly, "More, please."

"Look at me, Genevieve. Watch me lick you clean," he said in a husky whisper as he brought his tongue back to me.

My eyes met his as a moan escaped my parted lips and, watching this scene...seeing this picture...it was the single most erotic thing I think I'd ever seen.

This billionaire CEO, this all-powerful beast of a man, down on his knees, in between my legs--I suddenly felt so powerful.

He licked, sucked, and nibbled and I was unashamedly grinding into his mouth as I chased my climax.

I felt the pressure building in my abdomen and felt my body temperature spike, feeling almost too hot.

"Fuck, more please," I whimpered as I pulled his mouth closer and my thighs were shaking with every flick of his tongue against my clitoris.

I heard him growl and felt his tongue push inside of me, exploring and tasting. He was so talented, not that I had anyone to compare him to. I had a couple of boyfriends in the past but none of them got past second base, but here I was against my front door getting eaten out--by my 35-year-old boss, no less.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck yes. Please, Daddy, please," I chanted, not even realizing what I was saying.

Feeling his teeth scrape against my clitoris, I immediately exploded! I hadn't even realized that I was screaming as I felt the leg I was standing on give out but Dominics' hands were holding me up as he kept licking every last drop.

He ran his tongue over my sensitive bud a few times, prolonging my orgasm and my whole body shuddered before I pushed him away.

I tried to get my breathing and heart rate under control as I removed my knee from over his shoulder.

He stood up and grabbed the backs of my thighs, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist as he pushed himself against me, rubbing his clothed erection against my wet center.

"Please," I whispered, my eyes locked onto his and seeing the look of animalistic lust there. I could see that we both needed him inside of me again and I knew I was not being strong, I knew I would only get myself hurt but at this moment, I didn't really care.

I licked his lips, tasting myself, and stared in awe at the glistening hair around his mouth and chin before pressing my lips against his and grinding my lower body into him.

"Please," I repeated, wondering why he wasn't giving in. I knew he wanted to, I could feel his erection against me and knew it must've been painful being restrained like that.

"I can't," he sighed, kissing me once more and then placing my feet on the floor.

"Why," I whined, sounding more like a child that was told she couldn't have any candy, rather than a 22-year-old.

"My sister is waiting for me. We're having dinner together in a few minutes. I just had to come and explain to you what happened this morning so you wouldn't be mad at me," he still had his body pressed up against me but he tangled his fingers into my hair at the base of my skull and pulled softly, making me look up at him.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine, his mustache tickling my top lip.

"Thank you for dessert," he whispered, deepening the kiss. He backed away slightly but didn't pull away from the kiss before he grabbed the back of my knee and hooked it around his waist as he brought a hand down between us.

I suddenly felt him slap my sex hard and I yelped but then moaned.

"That was for you acting like a fucking brat," he whispered through clenched teeth before slapping my wet sex again, "And that is to make sure you don't act that way again. Apologize, now."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," I apologized as I rubbed myself against his hand.

"Fuck, Genevieve. I really have to go," he whispered before pulling away but keeping my leg hiked up so he could look at his work.

"So pretty and red," he cooed, causing my cheeks to redden, as he looked down.

"Are you sore," he asked as he let go of my leg and backed away.

"From last night," I asked as I tucked a few tendrils of hair behind my ear.

I suddenly felt very exposed. I knew he could see the bruises he had left. There was the hickey on my neck, the hickeys on my breasts, and the finger-sized bruises on my hips and thighs.

"Yes," he answered and I could hear the pride in his voice as he ran his fingers over the marks on my chest.

"Um, kind of, but it's a good feeling," I whispered, looking into his eyes.

He was smirking and I knew we were thinking the same thing— that I looked damn good marked up.

I loved looking into the mirror this morning and seeing all the deep red bruises he left on my body, even if I had been upset.

He pulled me by the back of my head to him and kissed me hard one last time, "I'll see you Monday, Genevieve."

"See you," I smiled before finding the doorknob behind my back and opening the door, careful not to let anyone on the other side see my naked behind.

"I'll pick you up. Is that ok," he asked with a raised brow., "You did leave your car at work.., or I could have someone drop it--"

"--I'll be ready."

Would I ever.

"Good," he purred and gave my body a once over, stopping at my exposed lower half for a moment longer before walking out.

I shut the door and locked it.

′So, we're submitting? Fully submitting?'

For the time being, I decided.