It's been several days that Hayden persists in making him the mouth and to ignore him. Although he is patient, this situation really begins to irritate him.

When they are in bed, she is turned on her side and doesn't even care about him, she doesn't touch him, don't caress him.

He has become invisible to her and it hurts him.

The last time he fucked her against the wall of the living room, anger. She didn't even react. She didn't even reply to his hungry kisses, to his pressing caresses.

She didn't even moan, she just held his gaze. And yet, he knows she liked it, because he felt her tightening around his cock as an orgasm went through her.

She didn't want to let it appear, but he did see that she was enjoying her orgasm. Eyes closed, and biting her lower lip. After that, she left in the bedroom without a word.

Oliver knows very well that she did this to torture him, and make him pay not to let her go out. And he has to admit that she does pretty well.

Having her also near him, but without her paying attention makes him mad.

While he is drinking his coffee in the kitchen before going to work, Hayden enters the room. She just got up, her hair red disheveled, she carries a hand to her mouth as she yaws slowly.

She wears her little red lace nightie that makes him crazy.

He feels hardening nothing but see her in this outfit. If he listened to his body, he would take her on the kitchen worktop.

Especially when she is angry like that, it excites him even more.

Hayden is using a cup of coffee, he stands behind her and passes his arms around her hips, he kisses her tenderly in the neck.

"Good morning, my love." He said tenderly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Don't even think about it." She replies coldly, as he kisses her more sensually in the neck.

Oliver clears his throat nervously. She gets rid of his hug to get the orange juice in the fridge.

"You're going to play this little game for a long time?" He asks irritated, as she pours the orange juice into a glass.

"As long as you have not acceded to my request." Hayden answers without even looking at him.

She leans against the kitchen countertop and drinks a sip of her orange juice. She then holds his gaze with a smirk.

"Why are you obliged to be so stubborn?!" He exclaimed, advancing towards her and tapping his fist on the fridge right next to her.

"I thought you liked women with strong character though, Oliver?" She asks with a mean smile. "Oh no, it's true, not when they don't go in your direction."

She puts a hand on his cheek as he looks at her angrily. She winks at him and goes to the kitchen door. She puts her hand on the handle and looks at him with her malicious smile.

"After all the decision belongs to you," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "Think about it, you can change things, baby."

Then she leaves the room.

Oliver throws his cup of coffee against the wall, totally losing control. She behaves like a bitch and she knows very well that it has an effect on him.

He never saw anyone so stubborn, even Lana was nothing, next to Hayden.

The same evening as he passed the front door, he was astonished to see that everything was out. He enters the living room, no light. It's surprisingly quiet.

He puts his briefcase of files near the sofa and then removes his trench coat and his costume jacket, as usual.

He uses a glass of whiskey, removes his glasses and places them on the coffee table. What is Hayden doing? She is not already in bed?

Oliver looks at his watch, it's only 8pm.

He lights the fireplace and sees someone sitting in his leather armchair in a corner of the living room. It's Hayden, she's completely naked.

"What are you sitting alone in the dark?" He asks surprised, a charming smile.

"I was waiting for you, Dr. Thredson." She answers with a wicked smile, caressing her skin slowly.

"So you're not angry anymore?" Asks Oliver, a raised eyebrow. He walks up to her with a smile. He had been waiting for that.

As he leans towards her and prepares to kiss her, she puts her foot on his chest to stop him.

"I don't know..." she answers, playing. "You thought about it?"

"Hayden, sweetheart...," but she doesn't give him time to finish his sentence and pushes him gently with her foot.

"Too bad." She said simply, a playful smile. "I'll have to play by myself..."

She begins to pass a hand on her breasts, then slowly descends to her belly and finally, between her legs. She begins to caress herserlf slowly.

She holds his gaze, her mouth slightly open, her breathing becoming louder as she stimulates her clit with her fingers, making small circles.

"You're so whimsical that I have trouble following you, my heart." Oliver said, he sat down in front of her and took a sip of whiskey.

He looks at her intensely as she is giving herself pleasure under his eyes. She caresses herself slowly, so slowly that makes him crazy.

And her little moans... He wants to touch her, to replace her fingers with his tongue and make her come. He feels his incredibly hard erection under his pants.

Oliver gets up and approaches her. He kneels before her, and he begins to kiss her wildly in the neck, biting her skin. She grabs his hair and moans as Oliver replaces her fingers with his own.

He caresses her clit softly and then sticks two fingers in her. He kisses and gently bites every part of her skin.

He goes down to her breasts and takes a nipple in his mouth, he chews it nicely then he sucks it gently, his fingers always moving in her. She pulls his hair and moans with pleasure.

He then descends to her belly while kissing her skin sensually, then between her legs and he licks her clit slowly.

Hayden moaned slowly, head back, eyes closed. She has a hand resting behind his head and her nails sink gently into the skin of his neck.

"Oh, again! Yes, like that!" She moaned, grabbing his hair as he gently sucked her clit.

He licks her sensually and sucked her clit from time to time. His fingers go faster and penetrates her deeply. She moaned louder, begging him to go faster.

Oliver suddenly feels her shaking, her breathing becomes faster and loud. She moans loudly as he feels her tightening around his fingers and an orgasm explodes in her, she comes over his mouth.

As he gets up and begins to unbutton his white shirt, Hayden also gets up and helps him undo his tie. He slid his shirt and dropped it on the floor as she unbuttoned his pants. In a few seconds, he is totally naked, facing her.

Hayden kisses him sensually, their tongues tease each other. She wraps his tie around his neck and guides him to the leather armchair. She guides him gently so that he sits down.

"We're not finished playing." She said with a wicked look. She ties his hands to the back of the leather armchair with his tie.

She sits astride him. She gently caresses his erection and rubs the tip of his cock against her entrance before slowly sliding along his limb. Oliver has the breath cut to the sensation of warm and soft while he is deep inside her.

He looks at her intently. She doesn't move. She looks at him too, full of desire in her eyes. What drives him crazy is that he can't touch her, for once she is the one who leads the dance.

"Please sweeheart, move." Oliver moaned, as he saw she wasn't making a move.

"Will you let me out?" She asks. She places her hands on the back of the armchair to lean and makes a slight hip movement.

"I'll think about it." Oliver answers, a little disconcerted that she still talks about it while she sits on his cock.

"That's not an answer." She said stopping suddenly, while she began to straddle him sensually.

"Very good." He cedes, reluctantly. "But only in my company, never alone."

Hayden smiles and kisses him passionately. She releases his hands that were tied and he caresses her whole body. He kisses her in the neck and goes down to take a nipple in his mouth.

"Fuck me, like never before." She moaned, head back as he sucked a nipple.

Oliver carried her to rest her on the armchair. She sits down and she spreads her legs, he kneels and places his cock at her entrance. He penetrates her at once, deeply.

Hayden moans loudly, and he realizes how much he missed hearing her calling his name. He lets himself go completely and unleashes inside her. He gives hip blows more and more powerful.

She begs him to go faster, as her orgasm approaches. Oliver thinks of her caressing herself before him, and also when she makes him crazy with her shitty character.

He lets himself be carried away in his frenzy while he fucks her hard. While she moans his name when orgasm submerges her, she plants her nails in his back and the mixture between pleasure and pain gives him a discharge that crosses his whole body.

He comes inside her, as a powerful orgasm crosses his body.