No rest for the weary or the wicked

AN: If my numbers get messed up, please correct me. Writing multiple stories gets me confused.

Once Nikki was able to stand again they returned to the venue to help clean up the reception. Ava's card was burning a hole in his pocket but there was another thing to address before he could check on her.

"Mr Cummings." Mrs. Berkowitz's voice was like a slap across the face, pulling Aaron out of his thoughts. She looked at him with a mix of anger and suspicion. "We need to talk."

Her eyes bore into him like lasers, and he knew immediately what this was about. Ava. "Yes ma'am," he replied, following her back to her office. She closed the door with a firm click, her expression a stormy blend of relief and ire.

She sat in the plush chair behind her desk, her hands steepled together. "What's going on with you and Ava Johns?" she demanded, her voice sharp. Aaron tried to keep his cool, but the memory of Ava's hand in his pocket made it hard to focus.

"I'm sorry ma'am?" Aaron's voice was a mix of confusion and concern. "Ms. Johns just requested I sit with her for a little earlier in the evening, then again that I assist with the necklace."

Mrs. Berkowitz's eyes narrowed. "Ava Johns is a shark, Aaron. She's not just any guest." She leaned forward, her elbows on the desk. "She's got her claws in everyone here, and if she takes a liking to you, she'll expect you to return the favor. And I don't just mean fetching jewelry."

"Of course. I'll keep it professional, but she is one of the VIP guests so I will still attend her properly." Aaron replied, his voice calm and collected. Even if he wanted to intend the innuendo, this was not the time.

Mrs. Berkowitz's expression softened slightly, and she leaned back in her chair. "Good," she said, her voice less sharp. She coughed into her arm before he left directing his view back to her. "There is one more thing."

Aaron's heart sank. What now? "Ma'am?"

Mrs. Berkowitz's expression grew softer, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "What's going on with you and Ms. Anders?? She's been acting... different tonight."

Aaron felt a smirk tug at his lips. "Oh, she's just happy to help." The app had done wonders for their relationship, and it was clear Mrs. Berkowitz was noticing. "You know, eager to please, eager to serve."

"I see. Alright Mr. Cummings." Mrs. Berkowitz nodded, her expression unreadable. "Now, about Ms. Anders. She's a valuable employee, and I've noticed a... change in her behavior towards you." She leaned back in her chair, "Care to explain?"

"No. I do not." Aaron said firmly, meeting Mrs. Berkowitz's gaze. "Nikki is a hard worker, she's just been feeling a bit... stressed with the wedding. I was just helping her out."

"Don't let your help affect her work. Mr. Cummings." The tone let him know that she knew exactly what kind of help he was offering.

"Yes ma'am. I'll keep that in mind." Aaron nodded, his smirk never leaving his face. The app was working better than he could've imagined.

"Good. Have a good night Aaron. I'll see you Tuesday." He'd already had Sunday off, plus the day off for the double.

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He left the office feeling like a boxer after twelve rounds, but he had survived her. As he stepped out into the hallway, the app on his phone buzzed again. He looked at the notification with a sense of elation. Mrs. Berkowitz's score had gone up another eight points, bringing her to -58. Progress was slow with her, but there was steady progress. She didn't hate him at least. And with Ava's **** maybe he could really get her score moving.

His shift was over and as much as he wanted to go home there was no rest for the weary, or the wicked, in his case? Both.

He knocked on the door to the penthouse suite, his heart racing. Ava had called him up here, and he had a feeling it wasn't just to thank him for his help with the necklace. The door swung open and he was greeted by the sight of Ava in a silk robe, her hair cascading over one shoulder. She looked him up and down, a smoldering gaze that made him feel like he was being appraised. "There you are," she said, her voice a purr. "Come in."

The room was dimly lit, candles flickering on the nightstand and a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket. The scent of vanilla and something darker, more musky, filled the air. Aaron stepped inside, closing the door behind him, feeling like he was crossing a threshold into another world.

The room was a cocoon of luxury, the plush carpet muffling the sound of his shoes as he stepped closer to her. Ava's eyes never left his as she untied the sash of her silk robe, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath, she was naked, her body a testament to the meticulous care of the rich and powerful. She slid into a luxurious chair and sprawled her spread legs over the armrests.

Aaron knew an invitation when he saw one and began to undress but was stopped short by a gently raised hand. "No no. You don't undress yet. Convince me you deserve it." The look in her eyes made clear what kind of convincing she wanted.

He stepped closer to Ava, and sank to his knees. The room was a playground for the powerful, and tonight, she was the queen. He kissed her knees, his eyes never leaving hers. Her hand found its way to his hair, stroking him like a pet. A shiver went down his spine, but he didn't protest.

Her hand slid down to his neck, her grip tightening slightly as she pulled him closer to her. "You know what I want," she whispered, her voice a seductive promise of things to come. His kisses moved up the inside of her thigh.

He reached the apex of her legs, feeling the heat emanating from her. Aaron paused, looking up at Ava. Her eyes were sharp, watching his movements. He knew she was expecting him to beg for the privilege of serving her. Instead, he took the initiative, his eyes meeting hers as he leaned in and kissed the dampness of her arousal.

Her taste was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and a heady musk.It was unlike any flavor Aaron had ever experienced, a direct reflection of the woman herself. She sighed deeply as he kissed her, her legs parting wider, giving him full access to her core. Her grip on his hair tightened, guiding him closer, demanding more. He felt a thrill of power at the thought that he was the one bringing her pleasure.

Ava's legs began to shake, and he could feel her getting closer to the edge. He slid his tongue inside her, and she moaned, her hand coming down to grip his shoulder tightly. She was so wet, so ready, and the thought of her climaxing at his mercy was making him rock hard. He took a moment to appreciate the view, her beautiful pussy spread out before him like a delicate bloom.

But then he remembered his goal. He pulled away, leaving her gasping and trembling. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her eyes snapping open.

"I'm waiting for you to ask me nicely," Aaron said, his voice a low, steady growl. He could see the fury and confusion in her eyes, but he knew that this was his moment to show her who was in control.

"You... you want me to ask?" Ava's voice was a mix of incredulity and arousal. Her grip on his shoulder tightened, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and desire. But before she could say another word, Aaron leaned back in, his tongue flicking against her clit in a teasing dance. Her hips jerked, and she let out a soft whine, her body betraying her.

He felt her hand move to the back of his head, trying to push him closer, but he resisted, his mouth moving away from her again. "Say it," he murmured, his eyes locked on hers. "Ask me," he flicked her clit again,"nicely."

"Back to it boy, finish me." she demanded. Aaron looked up, her grip on his hair loosening slightly as she tried to regain control. He pulled away and started to rise, disappointment visible on his face.

"I don't think you understand," Aaron's voice was calm, but there was a hint of steel in his tone. "I need to hear you say it. Nicely." He took a step back, his eyes never leaving hers.

Ava's expression was a storm of emotions - anger, frustration, and a tantalizing hint of something else. She knew the power dynamics of their encounter had shifted, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Her body was screaming for release, but her pride was equally as stubborn. "I don't beg," she said through clenched teeth.

"I didn't tell you to, yet." Aaron's voice was firm, the smirk on his face unyielding as he watched the storm brewing in Ava's eyes.

Her jaw tightened, the muscles in her neck standing out as she struggled against the urge to scream at him to continue. He knew he had her in a bind. It was clear she was used to getting what she wanted, when she wanted it. But tonight, she was going to have to ask for it. (Target 49 Roll: 62 - Success.)

"Please, Aaron," she whispered, the word foreign on her lips. Something cracked in her. "Come back." It was a sound she hadn't made in a very long time. His eyes lit up, the power rushing to his head like a ****. (+11)

He wanted to push the advantage, make her explicitly beg him to eat her out like a **** slut, but pushing too far could make her rebel. He walked back to her, the powerful woman looking more demure and now, unsure.

Aaron stood over her and leaned down, kissing her deeply. He could feel the power shift in the air, and it was intoxicating. Ava's hand reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. His tongue danced with hers, a fierce need that did not seem present before driving her. The taste of her desperation was like a fine wine on his tongue.

His kisses moved to her neck, and she leaned back into the chair, arching her back. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his lips, and it only served to fuel his desire. Aaron slid his hands under her ass, lifting her slightly to reposition himself between her legs. He kissed down her chest, taking a moment to savor the taste of her skin. Ava's nails dug into his shoulders, urging him closer, but he was in no rush. This was his show now.

When his mouth finally reached her sex, she was trembling. He took his time, exploring her with gentle kisses and licks. Each touch was deliberate, designed to make her crave more. She squirmed beneath him, her legs tightening around his head as she tried to control the sensations.

But Aaron was relentless. He knew exactly how to push her buttons, and he was enjoying watching her unravel. With a wicked grin, he took her clit between his teeth, tugging gently before releasing it. Ava's grip on the chair tightened, a strangled cry escaping her throat. She had never felt so ****, so desperately needy. It was a thrilling and terrifying feeling.

He slid his tongue inside her again, her muscles clenching around him as she approached climax. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes squeezed shut tight. "Aaron, please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. He could feel the tension in her body, the way she was fighting to hold on. But he wasn't going to let her come, not yet.

He backed away just a touch and blew gently on her clit, watching as goosebumps raced over her skin. She was so close, he could taste her impending climax in the air, but he wasn't done yet. He had her right where he wanted her, begging for his attention like a whipped puppy.

"I need you. Please Aaron, make me cum!" There it was. (+6) Ava's voice was raw with need, and Aaron felt his cock throb at the sound of her begging. He took a moment to enjoy her vulnerability, his eyes feasting on her exposed body before he leaned back in and took her clit in his mouth.

Her hips bucked upwards, pushing herself closer to him as he suckled and licked. He felt the first tremors of her orgasm, and his own need grew with every second. He slid two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out in time with his tongue. Ava's moans grew louder, her legs wrapping around his neck as she tried to keep him in place.

He could feel the tension building, her muscles tightening around his fingers as she neared her peak. The room was a symphony of need and desire, the sound of her pleasure echoing in his ears. He quickened his pace, feeling her get closer and closer. And then, with one final flick of his tongue and a hard thrust of his fingers, she shattered.

Ava's orgasm was explosive, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, her voice hoarse with need. Her nails dug into his scalp as she held him in place, her legs trembling uncontrollably. Aaron felt a surge of power, a heady rush of victory as he watched her come apart in his arms. He had never seen a woman like Ava, so poised and in control, lose herself so completely.

As the tremors subsided, he gently kissed her inner thighs, savoring the salty sweetness of her release. Ava's eyes fluttered open, her lidded gaze locking onto Aaron's smug expression. "Uh..." She tried to lift her head and failed.

"You okay?" He smirked, standing up and adjusting his tie, which had come loose during their encounter.

"Get those clothes off." Ava's voice was a command, but there was no **** in it, not anymore. The power had shifted, and she knew it. Aaron smirked as he complied, taking his time to remove each article of clothing. He enjoyed the way her eyes devoured him, the hunger in her gaze making his cock throb.

Ava managed to find her feet and taking his hand pulled him to the bed. She pushed him back and prowled on top of him, settling over his length. Aaron wasn't huge, his cock was big enough that he had never felt insecure, but looking at Ava, the hunger in her eyes, he felt like a god.

Her pussy hovered just above his cock, the wetness making him twitch. She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue pushing into his mouth, tasting herself on him. It was a powerful move, claiming him in front of his own victory. But Aaron didn't mind. He liked it, the way she was taking control, but he knew deep down he had already won for the night.

He felt her hand wrap around his length and guide him inside her, the heat of her pussy engulfing him in a way that was almost overwhelming. She slammed down onto him, her nails digging into his chest. Ava was not a gentle lover, but that was part of the thrill. Her body took charge, her hips moving in a frenzied dance that had him gripping the bed sheets.

Aaron watched as Ava rode him, her eyes glazed over with passion. Aaron knew if not for the trait he'd unlocked earlier he would not have lasted, the extra stamina might just be enough to keep up with the insatiable woman above him. He felt her walls tightening around his shaft, her breaths coming in gasps and pants. His hands roamed over her body, feeling every inch of her soft, velvety skin.

Her breasts bounced in his face, and he couldn't resist the urge to bite one of her nipples. Ava's gasp was music to his ears, and her body tightened around him even more. He knew he was close, so was she. The scent of her arousal filled the air, making it thick and heady.

With a final grind of her hips, Ava came, her body spasming around his cock. Aaron felt his own climax building, his balls tightening. He grabbed her hips, pushing her down onto him as he thrust up into her. Her pussy milked him, and with a roar he came, filling her completely.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies joined, both of them panting and sweating. The power dynamics had shifted in the room, and Ava knew it. She had gone from being the one in charge to the one being used for pleasure, and it was a thrilling, terrifying feeling.

As Ava's breathing evened out, Aaron slid out from under her.. He leaned over and kissed her again, tasting the mix of champagne and sex on her lips. "I have to go," he murmured, regret lacing his voice. She knew he had to, but Ava didn't like it, nor could she bring herself to ask him to stay.

Aaron grabbed his clothes, dressed swiftly, and made sure to straighten his tie in the mirror. He took one last look at Ava sprawled out on the bed, her beauty marred slightly by the red marks on her hips from his grip. He felt a twinge of guilt but quickly shrugged it off. She'd enjoyed it as much as he had. Maybe more.

He slipped out of the penthouse suite, the sound of Ava's contented sighs following him into the hallway. The app on his phone vibrated in his pocket, the score updating. Ava now sat at +19. A good take, but he felt like there was a chance to push further he had missed.