Ryan's POV
The last time that he had seen her, Vivian had kicked him out of her apartment. Most likely doing so in order to get Ryan to cough up more money.
As a business man, there was nothing that he hated more than people trying to swindle him. In the past, many women had learned not to mess with him like that. Vivian's little attempt at robbery should have made him detest her to the point of wishing to no longer see her at all.
That would have been the appropriate response for what she was trying to do.
But unfortunately for Ryan, his dick had other ideas. He still was only able to come to thoughts of Vivian Rose. A situation that did not seem as though it would be changing soon. Alone in his shower, Ryan had himself in hand, closing his eyes beneath the warm spray. He imagined that Vivian was with him.
That instead of it being his hand down there, it was Vivian's mouth.
Those big grey eyes of hers fixed on him as their lips stretched around his shaft.
Throwing his head back, Ryan imagined her hollowing her cheeks, and moaning around his dick. Her face a mess of tears and drool.
"Oh Vivian," He breathed, speeding up his pace, he stroked once, twice, and then it was all over.
His dick spurting onto the tiles, the evidence of his release quickly being washed away by the warm water.
Ryan, for his part, was left panting, leaning most of his weight against the wall. Damning Vivian, he cursed, knowing fully well that most probably the next time he was in the shower, it would be a repeat of what he had just done.
***
Trying his level best to put the events of the shower behind him, Ryan was in his study, hard at work.
If there was one thing to be said about his style of business. It was that there was always something to do, there was always a project that needed to be checked on, an investment that needed a careful eye on it to make sure it did not go off the rails. There were always people to talk to. Some to fire and others to promote.
He had to check in on his small army of PAs on a regular basis to make sure that things continued to run smoothly. Some days having to do all of that, bothered Ryan. He just wanted to finish up quickly and go.
But on that particular day he was glad for his workload. It helped him to keep his mind off a certain busty woman. But no matter how much work had to be done, at some point things slowed down. And that was exactly what Ryan did not need at that moment, because the instant that his workload lightened a little bit, his mind began to betray him. Thinking about the very woman that he very, very dearly did not want to think about at all.
It started off well enough, with him being very angry at Vivian, and thinking of all of the ways in which he would teach her a lesson that she would never forget. Then somewhere along the line, that lesson morphed from being all about financial ruin, to him having Vivian tied up before him, just begging for his dick.
Then somehow it switched from her being the one tied up to Ryan being the one restrained. On his hands and knees while Vivian held a soft whip in her hands. Wearing heels and dressed in an outfit so tight it seemed as though it had been molded onto her skin.
"Come for me," The Vivian in his imagination commanded, using the same tone that the real life Vivian had used to command Ryan to get out of her apartment.
Thoughts derived from such an embarrassing moment should not have left Ryan feeling all hot and bothered. But when he ended the daydream and looked down at himself. He was not at all surprised to find his dick ready and waiting. Instead of embarrassing himself further by jerking off. Ryan instead filled his mind with the most disgusting things he could think of until his erection finally went away.
Resting his head against his desk, Ryan finally admitted the truth to himself.
He was not only angry at Vivian because he had shown his desperation and she had taken advantage of that. He was angry because he knew deep down that he was going to cave.
Whatever amount she wanted, he was going to give it to her.
That was how great the sex had been for him. But still, even though he was going to do it, Ryan was a man, and a man had his pride. He would hold out for one more day, maybe two, and only then would he reach out. Just because he knew he was going to lose. It did not mean he would give her the satisfaction of caving too quickly.