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With a forced sigh and the grab of her phone, Kafka slumped in her seat and began to move her precisely manicured nails over the screen and checked her schedule for the next day.
It had been a busy day for the wine-coloured haired beauty as she had to rush from one shoot to another within a small time period. Although, after becoming one of the most famous celebrities on several planets, Kafka became more than used to such an occupied day.
However, no matter how much she enjoyed her job, there are still some things that she wasn't in favour of. Putting aside the satisfaction of wearing expensive dresses and being well-known almost everywhere, of course.
As her fingers pressed open the app containing information about her schedule, Kafka's brows narrowed in confusion at the missing shoot for tomorrow. Her smile swiftly turned into a frown after rummaging her timetable for more information.
"Hey Silver Wolf, any idea why my shoot for tomorrow on Jarilo VI get canceled?" asked the woman, moving from her comfortable position to walk up to her friend.
With a pop of bubblegum and an unbothered look, Silver Wolf took the phone and allowed herself to briefly scan her timetable. "It didn't get canceled, it just got moved to the day after," replied the silver haired girl, readjusting her headphones.
"Moved? Who would do such a thi-" Instantly, Kafka's eyes widened in frustration and the grip on her phone got sturdier, the realisation hitting her promptly. The nerve of that guy, she thought to herself. Unfortunately, she was in no state physically to get in her car and drive to a certain someone's office; wet hair and wearing nothing but a bath robe. But mentally? She was all for it.
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The following day, Blade silently glared at the messy pile of papers on his desk with the same monotone and lifeless expression as every other day. His red eyes fixed on the report given to him by the seemingly frightened worker before him. Although, Blade didn't really notice as the majority of people that interact with him are like this.
One of his workers lost a large chunk of important papers and the files were no longer obtainable anywhere else too. The last thing he needed was an agitated woman to test any remains of patience he had left.
The rest of his coworkers in the meeting were angrily discussing amongst themselves and Blade could feel his migraine get progressively worse. "Did anyone find the one responsible for this incident?" His sharp voiced instantly caught the attention of nearly everyone and the room spontaneously came to a pause. "Not yet, but worry not we're working on it," one of the workers replied quickly. Blade sighed, raising his hand to gently massage his aching head. With a displeased grunt, he picked up his phone to check the time and straight away noticed an unexpectedly large bill notification from a designer store, informing him that a large amount of money was deducted from his account. Blade's eyes widened in disbelief as he swiftly stiffened in his seat, clutching his phone so hard his knuckles were turning white.
At that moment, a gentle knock was heard on the door and a tiny office worker entered. "Mr Blade? There's a guest here to see you. She said it's urgent." Unintentionally, Blade gave the woman a piercing glare in return and her face immediately went pale as she stepped back outside, trembling. He got up, excusing himself from the table and made his way out the bustling room, slamming the door behind him.
After following the woman out to reception, Blade lay his eyes upon no other than Kafka herself - and she seemed annoyed. Even though he was in no good of a mood himself. A plethora of impatient shoe taps could be heard before she finally unfolded her arms and made her way towards Blade. "Why didn't you tell me you moved my shoot?" the woman instantly yelled angrily and Blade could feel his head splitting. He gave her a confused look which smoothly changed to a more annoyed one. "I could ask the same about the insanely large bill I received, what were you thinking?" he replied lifting his phone and showing Kafka the message. She looked at the phone, uninterested, before glancing back at Blade."Next time, maybe let the other person know before messing with their schedule!"
The venom that was dripping from her voice only fuelled her own rage and began turning a lot of heads in their direction. Wary of hers and his reputation, Blade gently grabbed her shoulders and leaned in to whisper, "Look, Kafka, how about we talk about this somewhere more... discreet," He turned around, long hair swaying in a rhythmic pattern while Kafka followed along with a frustrated sigh.
Blade shut the door quietly, locking it and turning the blinds down while Kafka lackadaisically sat herself on the only table in the room. Heaving a sigh, Blade started by saying, "Kafka.. is this all worth the hustle? You still get to do the shoot, just not today." The low growl that passed his lips made her lips curl into a forced smirk that made Blade's skin crawl. "I'm more pissed about the fact you didn't inform me beforehand," she answered.
Blade moved closer towards the agitated woman and moved his hand to readjust a strand of hair on her face, gently grasping her warm hand. Kafka didn't retaliate however she did roll her eyes in annoyance. "I'm sorry, it didn't cross my mind in the moment, I've had a really busy week, you know that more than anyone" The tone of his voice sounded sincere and genuinely honest.
There was a hint of sorrow in her usually cunning eyes. However, Kafka didn't want to go down so easily. Inside she felt that she shouldn't have interrupted him whilst he's at work, but seeing how he did interrupt her schedule so abruptly made her want to continue. Do more. Even after being more than aware of the fact that without Blade, her career would've been nothing, she decided to harshly play with his feelings.
"If you're really all that sorry, how are you going to prove it to me?" Kafka responded, batting her eyelashes in an almost seductive way which made Blade feel dizzy. Blade swallowed hard, those few words drew his attention from her hand to her gleaming face. "I think you know exactly how," he replied in a way that made her heart skip a beat. She didn't want to seem too vulnerable around him just yet, even though he felt her pulse jump in her wrist letting him know she was just keeping up an act.
His red eyes flashed as he brought his face towards hers and the sudden close proximity made Kafka stiffen. The strong scent of his cologne clouded her senses but she still kept her gaze locked with his. Both their eyes and their minds were overfilled with lust and any slight skin to skin interaction sent shivers straight down their spines. Blade moved in closer to wrap one hand around her waist and one to clasp around the length of her jaw. He could feel his face burning in a way that made Kafka feel even more excited about the sudden change of pace.
Finally breaking the tense silence, Blade was the first to make a move and leaned in to kiss her plump lips, stealing every breath of hers away. Normally, Kafka would prefer to make the first move but she was just as impatient as him. They both sealed their eyes shut and Kafka used this as a chance to loosely wrap her hands around his neck, trying to taste as much of him as she could. Her hands were sliding up to tangle in Blade's black hair and he hungrily kissed her more, making her blood run hot with desire.
Blade's hands explored the smooth curves of her body, grunting into the ongoing kiss as he finally found a way to get under her skirt and feel the soft flesh of her milky thighs. At that, Kafka softly moaned into the kiss which made it difficult for Blade to contain himself. With one hand, he skill fully unbuttoned the top few buttons of Kafka's shirt to give himself better access to her neck. He moved down onto the nape of her neck, crudely leaving a plentiful amount of love marks all over from her neck down to her now exposed collarbone.
Kafka threw her head back and arched her back instinctively to get more of him, the pained hiss she made betrayed her by the way her soaked core brushed his already hard member. He groaned at the sudden movement, filling Kafka with crazy amounts of lust. Her heart was palpitating and she was almost certain that if they don't get to business quicker she was going to go insane.
She quickly lifted her head up and he did as well, she locked her lips with his and started to move her digits precisely to unbutton his shirt. At this, Blade was a bit speechless and how fast she was willing to go down but he let Kafka do her thing. He doesn't want to interrupt her of all people. Especially when he wants this just as badly as she does.
Kafka loved the way her legs felt weak when Blade's lips dragged over her sharp jaw before connecting their lips together again. His hungry gaze to her more dazed one. Now that his shirt was off, Blade's slick fingers trailed up the milky skin of her thighs, causing her to shiver at the teasing contact, before his fingers toyed with the laced material of her panties.
"Go on then, do what you do best, Bladie." The emphasis on his name, said in such a sinful way made him want to brutally rip off her underwear but he knew that Kafka wouldn't like that. She trembled and let out a surprised gasp at the way the thin piece of clothing was off her and on the floor in one slick movement. Without further ado, Blade plunged two digits in her dripping heat with no warning and Kafka groaned at the way his fingers suddenly filled her. He grunted at the soft feeling of her velvet walls and how wet she already was.
Seeing Kafka completely melt under his daring touch was a fresh sight which only made the throbbing member in his pants tighten painfully. Hearing Kafka's whines and gentle moans was all he needed to hear before sharply pulling his fingers out and thrusting back in again. What felt painful at first gradually turned into countless waves of pleasure crashing and breaking her down and Blade loved how she squirmed beneath him. The wine-coloured haired beauty began to roll her hips to match his pace and urge him in deeper. After finding that one sweet spot that made her eyes roll to the back of her head, pleasuring her became something he could make a hobby.
If it meant living to see a woman that usually has the tendency to be demanding in such a state, then Blade wants to live forever. The feeling of her sharp nails digging into his chest made the blood in his veins run hot. He kissed her open mouth closed, hearing her muffled moans, letting him know that she was close. Through half-lidded eyes, he gazed upon the dazzling woman before him and slipped a third finger in, which was all she needed to push her over the edge. Her walls clenched around his fingers and she cried in awe as her orgasm washed over her; heaving chest as he removed his digits out of her cunt; Kafka gasping at the sudden emptiness. She let out a breathless groan before looking at Blade, who looked more than eager to continue. And impatient.
Seeing how Kafka is usually harsh on him, Blade decided to be just as bitter as her. It was in his nature to be merciless, but Kafka didn't always allow that. She didn't want her perfect olive skin to be tainted in bruises and heaps of love marks on her shoots.
However today she wasn't in charge. With one clean movement, Blade unzipped his trousers and slid down his boxers, revealing his already swollen head, pulsing with need, over Kafka's wet folds. He barely gave her any time to regain her senses after coming down from her high, but seeing how this is his workplace he shouldn't abide by her rules. Once Kafka felt something hard press against the entrance of her folds, she bit down hard on her lip, ready to welcome him home.
He smeared the pre-cum that leaked from his tip over her core, before filling her completely in one sharp thrust. His heart rate increased steadily by the way Kafka grunted, her saccharine voice filling the room. He allowed her to adjust herself to his length, her crumpled up skirt rolling down her thighs and pausing at her ankles.He embraced her in a swift but passionate kiss and she whined against his wet lips, feeling him throb hotly inside her.
To him, Kafka was like a goddess in the moment. No matter how messed up she looked there was still a way for the lighting to compliment her creamy skin beautifully and catch all the details Blade was sure not to miss. Even though she was being fucked senseless she still looked temptingly breathtaking; it was fascinating how she was capable of still looking good while losing any grips she had with reality.
After Kafka was somewhat prepared for what was coming, Blade began pumping in her, this time a lot deeper. He loved seeing her in such a deranged state; her dishevelled hair, desperate eyes and sweat covered skin drove him mad. Her back arched painfully and she kept her mouth open as soft gasps escaped her throat, weeping his name and other sweet nothings. She felt so complete with him inside her and there was nothing that could beat this feeling of wanting more.
Heat sparked and coursed through Kafka's chest and she swore she felt like she was going to erupt at any given moment. Once Blade found a way to fuck her at a better angle, allowing him to go deeper, Kafka found her vision going blurry. This sudden action made it a lot harder to form coherent words, only things heard from Kafka were hungry moans and pleased whimpers.
After that, it didn't take too long for Kafka to reach her climax again. She felt a subtle heat pooling at the bottom of her stomach and her walls tightening around him. Her eyes shot him a swift glare before all she could see was white and all she could smell was his dizzying scent. She came undone all over the place with his name emerging from her throat, heavy breathing and tired gasps as Blade thrusted in her a few more times, rapidly, before following her orgasm as he came inside her.
Kafka lay her head low against his chest as he filled her with his seed, feeling so overstimulated she couldn't speak. She was more than certain she wouldn't be able to walk properly for a week minimum. Blade pulled out of her with a pained hiss and kissed her on her forehead and embraced her into a hug, one arm tightened protectively around her waist.
After staying like that for some time, Kafka felt like she was finally able to speak somewhat, taking a lot longer to reach her cool than Blade. With a gulp, Kafka looked down at her chest area and held back a scream as she noticed the mess he made. "How am I supposed to hide these? I have a shoot in a couple of hours!" she raised her voice and he gave her a disinterested shrug. "You're insufferable sometimes," she said, getting off the table. "Would you have married me if you really thought that?" he teased. She rolled her eyes with a defeated smile. It was true, there was never a day where she came to regret her decision of marrying a billionaire which offered her a fulfilling career.
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Blade unlocked the door of the room they were in and allowed Kafka to leave first, seeing that she was slightly limping. He seen her out of the building and she waved him a goodbye with a wink he barely registered but still made him feel something in his chest.
He made his own way back to the meeting he excused himself from and all heads immediately looked his way the instant the door opened. Blade tried to ignore the attention he engrossed upon himself as he sat himself down. "Has anyone managed to find the culprit while I was gone?" he casually started; but everyone was far too busy concentrating on the smear of lipstick on his face.