"You seem tired," Ivo mused as he poured the kettle to make coffee.

I looked round at him and went back to reading the paper.

"I guess."

"So what's new in the world."

He nodded towards the paper and I shrugged. He seemed annoyed then and gave a small sigh.

"I was thinking we could go out for dinner somewhere tonight, what do you think?"

"Yeah okay," I replied.

He watched me for a minute and then lifted his coffee.

"I'm just going to do some work on the computer, will you be okay?"

I laughed.

"I'm not a child, you can leave me alone for more than ten minutes."

"I know, I just...you know. I don't want to just assume."

We stood awkwardly in silence for a while.

"I'll make some space and move the papers, you could sit with me," he suggested hopefully.

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said quickly, his eyes widening. "I'll go sort it."

He disappeared then and I could hear him fussing around his tiny office, attempting to pull one of the armchairs through the doorway and failing.

"Fuck sake," I could hear him curse in a whisper.

"Ivo," I laughed as I watched him. He seemed embarrassed then, too proud to give up on it.

"You can have my chair," he said cheerily.

I stood in the doorway and peered into his office.

"Where will you sit," I asked in good humour and he seemed lost before recovering himself.

He sat in his expensive, leather, black chair and motioned for me to sit on his knee.

"You've got to be kidding me," I laughed and he shook his head.

I humoured him and sat on his knee expecting him to complain I was too heavy but instead he looped his arms through mine and peered around me to see the screen. I turned myself sideways so he could at least see what he was doing and I grinned when he leaned in to snog me like a teenager.

My stomach jolted strangely when I could feel him growing hard beneath me as he kissed me. Then again we hadn't slept together in weeks and it was undoubtedly driving him mad.

I smiled in the kiss.

"Mmmm, Ivo. There seems to be something digging into my thigh. What on earth could that be I wonder."

He pulled back and assessed me quickly before reaching down to pull my T-shirt over my head.

Immediately I started squirming and panting, trying to lean into his touch. He pushed me off his knee then and I was disappointed, thinking I might have been getting my way.

It turned out I was as he worked at the button on my jeans until I was left in my boxer shorts.

"Oh god Tim, the things I want to do to you," he sighed as he kissed my stomach.

"Thought, you had to work," I said unevenly between breaths.

He gave the dark chuckle that worked so well at infuriating me and arousing me.

Looking down at him his eyes looked so big and blue. I ran my fingers through his hair as his nimble fingers began to slowly pull my underwear aside. He licked at me and I moaned loudly.

I'd forgotten how good it felt.

I half collapsed when he moved his hand between my legs and squeezed, massaging me and making me horny.

"Ivo, Ivo," I gasped when he pulled them down completely and took me in his mouth.

"Wait here," he whispered with a brief kiss.

I just stood there like an idiot, unsure of what to do until he came back from the bathroom with a small bottle of lubricant that I wondered how long had been there for.

Undressing himself he sat back down in the chair and told me to straddle him. It was such an exposing position that I felt embarrassed. I suppose because it had been so long I was nervous and self conscious.

"Well, was this your fantasy," he teased and I nodded enthusiastically.

Pulling me down he kissed me neck and gestured for me to rest my head on his shoulder.

I placed both my hands on his shoulders and buried my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar masculine scent. I closed my eyes and gasped when he slipped a finger inside me forcefully. I hadn't even heard him open the bottle.

I squirmed in pleasure as he crooked his finger; incoherent for the most part.

"Is that good," he whispered in my ear.

I nodded.

"Please, more."

He kissed my cheek and nibbled on my earlobe.

"Who's Pheonix," he whispered.

I thought I'd had a heart attack. It had missed a beat for definite. He continued to pleasure me.

I looked up at him in shock.

"Your phone rang while you were in the shower yesterday," he said slowly, pushing another finger into me.

I cried out from the pulse of pleasure it sent through my nerves.

"Fuck."

"Asked me to pass on the message for him," Ivo said menacingly as he forced a third finger in. He looked up at me and held my jaw with his other hand.

"Do you think he could make you feel like this? Make you scream?"

Ivo was so dark and twisted but I was so turned on that it confused and alarmed me.

"He...just bought me coffee. Mmmmmmmm"

I let out an undignified moan and Ivo genuinely smiled.

"I adore you Tim, I just wish you wouldn't keep throwing it back in my face."

I felt real guilt then and wondered why I had even considered talking to the guy whose name I couldn't really remember. It was something weird and oh god that felt so good.

"Yes," I half yelled and Ivo gripped me harder.

He withdrew his fingers and slowly penetrated me, watching each of my small reactions to be sure he wasn't hurting me.

It wasn't really working. I tried to hold my breath and bear it but I felt like I was going to vomit.

"Ow," I hissed and he stilled.

"Oh no," he said dryly. "Am I hurting you?"

I looked at him, somewhat in fear. But I knew it was a kind of respect instead of fear. He knew me too well to think that I wasn't enjoying this and I trusted him enough to know that he was doing it to turn me on.

"I'm sorry," I said earnestly.

He thrust up into me then and my eyes rolled back. I was too shaky to even comprehend whether it had hurt or felt good.

"Flirt with whoever you like Tim, you're cheap like that. I accept that. Remember who you belong to though."

He set up a rhythm I couldn't keep up with, my nerve endings on fire and my heart racing. I couldn't catch a breath and even I could hear how loud I was being. I didn't care. We'd never had sex quite like this before. It had been so long since we had had any sort of release.

He pushed the hair out of my eyes and pulled me down to thrust his tongue in my mouth possessively. I melted into him and I could tell how much he loved my submission. His hands had a strong grip on the back of my thighs and I loved the contrast between how delicately he had been treating me before to the brutality of now. He was so hot and cold. I hated it when he was but craved it when he wasn't.

"Fuck," he cried when I tightened my muscles around him.

He looked at me with such an intensity I thought he would burn a hole through me.

I came suddenly over his chest and he laughed in surprise before pushing me off him and finishing himself off.

I sat on the floor in a state of confusion, my mind blissfully empty. I was fixated on a piece of fluff on my thigh until Ivo pulled my chin up to look at him.

He didn't say anything. Perhaps he was trying to work out if I was caught in one of my darker daydreams that he could never seem to save me from. He looked worried but left to get a cloth to clean us both up.

He wiped at me gently with tenderness that I had now come to expect rather than appreciate.

My bones felt like jelly as he pulled me back onto his lap, both of us still naked, and started to type up his work. I smiled and rested against him, letting my eyes close.

"By the way," he said casually.

"Those boxers you were wearing are mine."

"Are they," I smiled. "Hmmm."

"I'll have them back now."

I sighed.

"Well evidently what's mine is yours," I said jokingly.

"How so?"

"Oh, I don't know. Seems to work that way with my ass," I said crudely.

"You should get a tattoo," he said lightly. "Property of Ivo. In fact.."

He lifted me off then with strength that was alarming given his height and set me back in the seat, reaching over his desk to get a marker pen.

"Turn around."

"Ivo," I giggled breathlessly.

He moved me then from the chair to write on me and I smiled at him lazily.

"You're funny," I stated simply and tried to pull away as the pen tickled but he held on until he was finished.

"There," he stood back to admire either the handiwork or my ass. Maybe both.

"Timothy Cornish, will you do me the honour of joining me for dinner?"

I grinned and wrapped myself around him.

"I would love to."