𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣'𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙣

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒙

Calvin
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I had never been fond of Valentine's Day. Not until Calvin, that is. This year was different, in so many ways, but February 14th was the most different day of them all.

This year, I actually had someone to celebrate with apart from my grandmother. This year, I was in love. During the weeks leading up to it, Calvin had been hinting at his monumental plans for the evening of Valentine's Day. It was starting to make me cringe inside at the number of times he had referred to me as his Valentine, but I didn't mind.

His sweetness, of course, was balanced out by his daily grumpy moods.

"Saturn, I wanted these boxes thrown out three days ago!" he called from the back room on the afternoon of the fourteenth. I shot Zaire a quick eye roll.

When I entered the room, Calvin slammed the door behind me and pushed me up against it.

"How many fucking times do I have to ask you to do as I say?" he asked, close to my face. His breath was sharply minty. It stung.

"I'm sorry," I replied softly.

Calvin's expression morphed into a smirk. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he murmured.

I relaxed. Calvin wasn't upset with me.

"Happy Valentine's Day," I said.

Calvin's fingers trailed along the hem of my skirt. "What a lovely outfit you have on today," He complimented, admiring my red shirt and white skirt combination. "You look exquisite in red," Calvin continued, whispering close to my ear.

"Are you taking me out later?" I mused, holding his waist.

"You know I've been planning tonight for quite some time now," Calvin smirked, "ever since I returned, I have been working to make today special for you, princess."

"So we are going out?" I asked.

"Yes, darling," Calvin chuckled, "but I'm feeling a bit hungry now, actually."

"Really?" I asked, "didn't you eat during lunch?"

"Yes, but I'm really craving something rather...specific now," Calvin replied. He hesitated for a moment. "Stay here. I'm going to make sure Zaire is occupied."

Calvin left my side and went back into the shop. I heard Zaire's enthusiasm immediately. He was with a customer, as it sounded.

Calvin returned to me. "He seems to have things under control out there."

I felt bad that Zaire was out there working alone. "Well, I'd better get back to work too, I was sorting the new—"

"—Ah, ah," Calvin cut me off, "you're not going anywhere, sweetheart. I need you here working with me."

"What do you need me to do, get rid of the boxes?" I asked softly, glancing over at the stack of empty boxes I had been neglecting all week.

"No, Saturn," Calvin murmured, "you are still so very innocent after all this time. What am I gonna do with you, hmm?"

I did not have the words to reply. He reached over and locked the door.

"Tell me, love," Calvin began, "do you want to show me how good you can be?"

I sighed, then nodded.

"Words, Saturn," Calvin said.

"I want to be good for you," I replied timidly.

Calvin released a chuckle. "What a beautiful thing to hear," He said, "music to my ears." His hands played with my skirt some more, until one of them slipped beneath it.

"You'd better keep quiet," Calvin warned, "you wouldn't want Zaire or the customers hearing you. That would be quite embarrassing in your own workplace." His sentence finished with a sharp bite to my neck. I released a trapped exhale when he released my skin.

"Do you want me to kneel before you, Saturn?" Calvin asked, his words filling my open mouth, "Do you want me to treat you like the princess you are?"

I nodded, too breathless to speak. Something about his accent and the word princess made me want to bow before him.

Calvin fell to his knees in front of me, holding the backs of my knees. He slowly advanced upon me, and lifted my skirt to allow his head access. I released a stifled moan as he pried my legs apart.

He gripped my thigh sharply to remind me of his request to stay quiet, but it did the opposite. I whimpered at the sting, causing Calvin only to become more enthusiastic than before. He pulled my underwear aside and his mouth connected with me. I let out a cry. I could tell he really didn't give a shit whether or not I was quiet. He only wanted control.

I wanted the moment to last for an eternity. Calvin's tongue was magic. He acted as though this was the most second-nature thing he had ever done. Sucking me, sipping me, making my knees shake relentlessly.

Lord, Calvin. I would let you eat me for every meal.

"Calvin..." I mumbled his name, struggling to remain standing. He merely yanked me back closer to him, causing my abdomen to seize.

"Fuck," I breathed, unable to contain my pleasure. He knew this would be impossible for me, and that was why he had done it.

"Come," Calvin murmured, his voice muffled as his lips sucked my skin. I did. And it was incredible.

"Are you still hungry for dinner?" I asked softly, making Calvin's smirk widen.

"Of course," He replied, "get back to work, my sweet. We will leave for dinner in an hour."