I knew the moment Travis invited me to his new apartment, it wasn’t just about me designing the place. Maybe he wasn’t lying about wanting my input, but I could sense there was more to it, a hidden agenda, a game he thought he could play. And let’s be honest, I had no problem with that. Deep down, I knew what this meeting was really about. I could feel the pull, the desire to see him, to let him think he was in control for a moment. But I knew better. I always did.

7 p.m. sharp. The time was set, and the address was given. I paced around my apartment, trying to decide what to wear. What would make the right statement? Nothing too revealing, but enough to keep him guessing. I needed to make sure he knew who was really in charge, even if he didn’t realize it yet.

I grabbed a sleek black dress, formal enough to seem put together, but not so flashy that it screamed ‘look at me.’ Underneath, however, that’s where the fun began. Burgundy lace lingerie, delicate and teasing, paired with a garter belt and stockings, innocent on the surface, but designed to make him want me in ways he couldn’t control. Black patent leather stilettos completed the look.

Grabbing my bag and laptop, I rushed for the door, only to stop myself just in time. I had forgotten the one thing that would make this whole situation complete. My perfume. I pulled out my usual, Thierry Mugler’s Womanity, and sprayed it on generously. Too much? Maybe. But I was nervous, and I liked the idea of him inhaling the scent of me.

Should I call a cab or drive myself? I briefly debated, but ultimately the cab seemed like the easier option. The cab arrived in five minutes, and with one last glance at my apartment, I locked the door behind me. I told myself I’d sleep in my own bed tonight, but I knew that was a lie. When Travis was involved, promises had a funny way of breaking themselves.

I arrived at his address half an hour later, standing before the entrance to his building with a calm, steady resolve. Every part of me knew I could walk away, leave New York behind and never think twice. But that wasn’t what I wanted. Something inside me, something unshakable and commanding, urged me forward. And so, without hesitation, I stepped inside.

I pressed the intercom, and as the door buzzed open, I inhaled deeply. The elevator ride to the 29th floor was silent, and as the doors opened, I was hit with the sheer size of the penthouse. No hallway, no distractions. Just Travis. And it was clear this wasn’t going to be a simple meeting. This was the moment where everything changed.

He stood across the room, looking every bit the arrogant, magnetic man I remembered. No furniture. Just him. The space reflected his personality: empty, cold, and waiting to be filled. But it wasn’t the apartment that drew my attention; it was him. That same smirk. The one that always sent a thrill down my spine.

I stepped inside, every inch of me trembling, but not from fear. Oh no, this wasn’t fear. This was anticipation. And I could see in his eyes that he knew it.

“Did you have trouble finding the place?” His voice was thick with amusement, like he was daring me to challenge him.

“No trouble at all,” I replied coolly, stepping closer. “I took a cab.”

His eyes narrowed, but he was still watching me like I was the one he wanted to devour. “I’m glad you found it without a problem,” he said. “It’s a long way up.”

“Mm, I noticed.” I let my gaze linger on him, watching the way his body tensed as I approached. “I can’t imagine why anyone would need such a space all to themselves. But then again, men and their toys.” I flashed him a teasing smile. “Tell me, Travis, what’s your style? Industrial with a few glamour accents? Or something a little more… brutal?”

He chuckled, clearly not expecting me to put him on the spot so quickly. “I like your style,” he said, his voice softening. “We can start from there.”

I smiled and took another step closer, sensing the shift in the air as I neared him. “I think I have a few ideas about where we can start,” I said, my voice playful, but laced with authority. “But first, you need to understand something, Travis. You’re not the one calling the shots tonight.”

His smirk deepened, clearly enjoying the banter, but I could tell he was already beginning to wonder if he was losing his grip. “I know I said this meeting would be all professional, but I just felt the need to bring this wine along. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Wine, huh? How sweet,” I said, my voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “You think you can bribe me with a bottle of overpriced liquid? Maybe next time, you should bring a couch,” I teased, motioning to the empty room around us. “Or something that says ‘I’m not a total disaster.’”

He laughed, but this time there was a bit of hesitation in it. “Well, I figured we could start with something simple,” he said, stepping closer.

“Oh, I’m sure we could,” I said, tilting my head and giving him a once-over. “But simplicity doesn’t suit me, Travis. Not when there are so many interesting possibilities.” I let my words hang, watching the reaction they provoked.

He moved a little closer, his body language more intense now. “You know, Lex, you’re not fooling anyone. I can see it in your eyes, the way your body reacts… you want this. You want me.”

I let out a soft laugh, not even trying to hide my amusement. “Oh, I want a lot of things, Travis,” I said, stepping closer and looking up at him with a sly smile. “But you? I think you’re just an… interesting little distraction.”

His smirk faltered slightly, but he recovered. “A distraction, huh? Is that all I am?”

I reached up, brushing a strand of hair from my face as I leaned in just enough for him to feel the heat of my breath against his skin. “That’s right,” I whispered, enjoying the way his tension seemed to heighten. “And yet, here you are, trying to make yourself unforgettable. But let’s be real, you’re here for me, aren’t you?”

He took a step closer, his breath shallow. “I’m not the one needing convincing, Lex.”

“Well, lucky for you, I don’t need convincing either,” I said, my voice dropping lower. I let my fingers trace lightly over his arm, just enough to make him shiver. “But let’s keep it professional, shall we? For now.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by my assertiveness. “You really know how to keep things interesting, don’t you?”

“Why, thank you,” I said, flashing him a playful grin. “I do try. But remember, Travis, you’re the one who invited me here. You wanted my opinion, right? So don’t get distracted by all the fun little games I’m playing with you.”

The tension between us was electric, undeniable. He leaned in close, his body framing mine, his presence a silent demand. I didn’t melt, I allowed myself to indulge, inch by inch. Resistance? It was a game I’d already decided to forfeit. His lips brushed my shoulders, his teeth grazing my ear, sending shivers racing down my spine. My nipples tightened under the fabric of my dress, my pussy throbbing, wet and ready. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he thrived on it, daring me to surrender.

“I want you, Lex,” he murmured, his voice low and hungry. “I know you feel it too. Stop holding back and let me take you. Let me claim you.”

I turned, not to give in, but to take. My lips crashed against his, devouring him like I’d starved for his taste. I tugged at his shirt, buttons scattering, my nails scraping his chest. His hands gripped my ass firmly, pulling me closer until there was nothing but heat between us. When his shirt was gone, he stripped my dress away, stepping back to admire me.

He smirked, the kind of arrogant, cocky grin that made me want to ruin him. “I wouldn’t have guessed that under such an unassuming dress, you’d be hiding such wicked lace. Naughty Lex.”

I tilted my head, letting him know who held the reins. “A girl knows how to keep her secrets… and how to break the rules when it suits her.”

He chuckled, his hands already reaching for me. “I like that you’re done playing nice.”

Before he could close the distance, I dropped to my knees, unzipping his pants and freeing him. My lips curled as I looked up, savoring the moment. “You talk big, Trav. Let’s see if you can back it up.”

He tangled his hands in my hair, his smirk deepening. “You’re begging for me to fuck that filthy mouth of yours, aren’t you?”

I didn’t answer with words; I let my tongue do the talking, licking his cock like I owned it. His groan was a symphony, his fingers tightening in my hair, tugging hard enough to make my scalp tingle. He hauled me to my feet, spinning me around, his breath hot against my ear.

“Such a wet little slut,” he growled, slipping two fingers past my panties and into my soaked heat. “You’re dripping for me, aren’t you? Tell me how it feels when I touch you.”

I arched against him, my voice steady despite the fire he stoked in me. “It feels like you’re about to lose control, Travis.”

His laugh was dark, his fingers thrusting deeper. “Lose control? I’m just getting started.”

He pulled his fingers free, dragging his cock along my slick folds, teasing me mercilessly. “Beg for it, Lex. Beg for me to fill that tight cunt.”

I smirked, refusing to break. “I don’t beg, Travis. I take.”

He thrust inside me with a force that stole my breath, his groan mingling with my gasp. “Then take all of me,” he challenged, his voice raw.

And I did. Every thrust, every moan, every moment, I took it and made it mine. Because if there was one thing Travis Kubiak needed to learn, it was that I never played to lose.

Not with him. Not with anyone.