The CEO'S Plaything

Don’t Play With Fire Angel

Xavier tilted his head back, eyes drinking in the night sky, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. The ice clinked softly, but his thoughts were anything but calm.

Raising his glass lazily, his voice dropped into a low, gravelly rasp that felt like smoke rolling over her skin. “ Mind my manners” “My name is Xavier angel” “A toast to that dickhead who finally got what he deserved.”

His smirk sharpened like a blade as his gaze slid over to her—Sky, sitting across the bar, her legs crossed tight like she was trying to hold something in, her grip on her glass just a little too firm.

Xavier’s sharp eyes didn’t miss a thing—the subtle shift of her thighs pressing tighter, the flicker of something dark and hungry behind her tear-brimmed eyes. She was trying to fight it, trying to keep control, but Xavier could already see it unraveling in real-time.

That subtle squeeze of her legs.

The shaky way she held her glass.

The way her eyes flickered over his body, her pupils blown wide, her breath uneven.

She wants it. She f*****g needs it.

He leaned back lazily, spreading his legs wide, deliberately letting her see the heavy outline straining against his pants.

Sky tried not to look. She f*****g tried.

That one movement was enough. He leaned back, spreading his legs wide with the confidence of a man who knew exactly what kind of effect he had. The whiskey swirled again in his hand, but his mind was already spinning a wicked web.

“She wants to be f****d. By me.”

Sky caught his gaze, her breath catching for a split second before she raised her glass in a trembling toast. Her bitter smile couldn’t hide the storm raging beneath her skin.

“I am Sky and yes a toast to freedom,” she said, her voice cracking before spiking into pure venom as the gulp the drink. “I hate them all. I hate you, Andrew. I hate you, Britney!”

The words tore from her throat like shattered glass, raw and scalding. Her hand shook so hard whiskey spilled across the bar, but she didn’t care. She downed the rest in one vicious gulp, the burn in her throat nothing compared to the one inside her chest.

Xavier’s smirk didn’t fade. It deepened.

This wasn’t just some drunk confession—this was her unraveling. Right in front of him.

He set his glass down with deliberate slowness, his voice cutting through the air like silk over a blade. “What did they do to you, Angel?”

Sky barked out a sharp, humorless laugh, her palm slamming against the counter. It sounded broken. Almost painful.

“You wouldn’t believe me,” she muttered, shooting him a sideways glance that was all teeth and bitterness. “I caught my boyfriend balls-deep in my eighteen-year-old sister. On my couch. In my house.”

As she says these words, it got to him but Xavier didn’t flinch, but something dark flickered behind his eyes—understanding. Recognition.

He knew that kind of betrayal. He knew what it felt like to have someone rip the floor out from under you. But that wasn’t all that stirred in him. It was hunger, the primal kind that came when someone’s pain made them raw and open, begging to be devoured.

Leaning in, his voice dropped so low it was almost a growl. “That’s rough.” He traced the rim of his glass with one lazy finger. “But why let them ruin you, Angel? Let me help you forget.”

His smirk was sin itself. “I’ll make you scream my name so loud, you’ll forget theirs ever existed.”

Sky’s breath hitched, her pulse pounding at the dark promise curling around his words.

Suddenly, his hand gripped the back of her chair, yanking it closer until her knees brushed his. The space between them dissolved, and his scent, whiskey, musk, and his male dominance, filled her lungs.

Her thighs clenched involuntarily. The ache between them was sudden, sharp, undeniable. She cursed herself silently, but her body didn’t care.

Her gaze dropped before she could stop herself and she saw it. The heavy bulge straining against his pants. Her lips parting as she saw just how thick and hard he already was. Heat pooling low and fast as she felt her p***y get wet.

Xavier caught her staring. His smirk curved into something darker, more dangerous.slow, knowing smirk “Caught you, Angel”.

You want to f**k me, don’t you?” she whispered, leaning in, her breath ghosting his ear.

Her fingers dragged down his chest, teasing, testing, stopping just shy of his belt. Xavier’s muscles tensed under her touch, his breath coming out in a slow exhale.

“I can see it… feel it,” she purred, her hand hovering just inches from the thick, heavy bulge in his pants. His jaw tightened, a deep, guttural growl vibrating in his chest. He didn’t just want her to touch him—he wanted to ruin her.

Instead of answering, his hand shot under her dress.

Sky sucked in a sharp breath, her body jerking as his fingers slid up her inner thigh, pushing beneath her panties.

“Oh, f**k,” she whimpered, her back arching, her breath hitching when his fingers found her dripping wet, her slick heat coating his skin.

Xavier chuckled, voice low, taunting. “So f*****g wet for me, Angel.”

Her legs shook when his thumb pressed against her swollen clit, slow, teasing circles that made her whimper against his neck.

She wasn’t prepared for the sheer force of his control. She wasn’t prepared for him to use his fingers and f**k her.

One finger plunged inside her, stretching her open. Sky’s head snapped back, her lips parting in a broken moan.

“f**k, Xavier!

His name came out in a desperate gasp, and that alone made his c**k throb painfully against his pants. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured darkly, his lips brushing her ear as he f****d his fingers into her slow, deep, deliberate.

Sky could barely breathe, her hips rolling into his hand, chasing the pleasure. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

“Touch yourself.”

Her eyes snapped open, dark and desperate, but the command sent a jolt of heat straight to her p***y. Xavier smirked, voice thick with satisfaction. “Go on, Angel. I want to watch you play with that pretty pussy.”

Sky’s body reacted before her mind could stop it. Her hand slid down between her thighs, pushing past her panties, fingers slipping into the wet heat he had already drenched with his touch.

Her moan was sharp, breathless, her fingers rubbing her own clit while Xavier’s fingers f****d her open. “f**k, you look so pretty touching yourself,” Xavier rasped, his free hand gripping his c**k through his pants.

Sky’s breath caught in her throat. She shouldn’t like this.

But the sight of him palming himself, watching her with those dark, hungry eyes, it was too much.

“Xavier—” she whimpered, her fingers moving faster, her breath hitching. “Please—”

His fingers slid out of her suddenly, coated in her slick heat, she wasn’t prepare f*****g wet. Before she could protest, he grabbed her wrist and guided her soaked fingers straight to his lips.

Sky gasped, watching in stunned pleasure as his tongue flicked out, tasting her. His eyes never left hers.

“Sweet,” he murmured darkly, sucking her fingers into his mouth. “Just like I knew you’d be.”

Sky shuddered, her body lighting up like a live wire.

Her thighs clenched again, desperate, aching, so f*****g close to breaking. But Xavier wasn’t done.

“Now, Angel,” he smirked, releasing her fingers with a wicked pop, his own hand sliding to his zipper. “I think it’s only fair you watch me too.”

Sky’s breath hitched violently. She watched, utterly hypnotized, as he slowly unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick, throbbing c**k, heavy, rigid, already leaking at the tip.

“f**k—” she whispered, her pulse thrumming with pure, raw desire.*

Her thighs rubbed together involuntarily, but Xavier’s smirk deepened. “Don’t you dare close your legs,” he growled.

Her breath shattered.

He gripped his c**k in his hand, stroking it slowly, his eyes burning into hers, watching her reaction. “You’re gonna sit there,” he murmured, his strokes long, deliberate, taunting her with the sheer size of him.

“And you’re gonna touch yourself while I jerk off thinking about how tight that little p***y would feel around me.” Sky whimpered, her hand immediately flying between her legs, her fingers slipping over her soaked folds.

“Good girl,” Xavier rasped, his grip tightening as he stroked himself faster. Sky didn’t even recognize the sounds coming out of her mouth anymore.

The sight of him, his c**k in his hand, thick and slick with his own pre-c*m, his chest rising and falling heavy with need—it drove her over the edge. Her fingers moved faster, harder, rubbing desperate circles over her clit.

“Come for me, Angel,” Xavier demanded, his voice wrecked, his own pleasure cresting.

Sky shattered. Her orgasm tore through her like an earthquake, her body jerking, thighs shaking, breath breaking into sharp moans.

Her hips rolled, riding out every wave, her eyes fluttering as she watched Xavier’s own release build. His growl was dark and guttural, his strokes rough, his c**k throbbing as he came, thick, hot ropes of pleasure spilling over his hand.

Sky’s mouth fell open, her breath caught in her throat as she watched every second of it.

His eyes flicked up to hers—dark, knowing, victorious.

Xavier smirked, licking his lips. “Looks like we made a mess, Angel.”

Sky’s pulse thundered in her ears, her chest rising and falling in frantic, breathless waves. She still didn’t understand how the hell this man had reduced her to this—to a trembling, panting, desperate mess in a club, with a stranger.

But she didn’t care.

Not when Xavier grabbed her hand again, pulling her to her feet, his voice low and commanding. “Now let’s see how loud I can make you scream for real.”

Her body lit up like wildfire.

“Your place or mine?”

Her lips curved into a smirk.

“Yours.”

Xavier chuckled darkly.

“Good girl.”

And just like that, the night truly began.