As Logan looks through his ledger at all his occupants in his many apartment complexes, he begins to write down the names of those who haven't paid him. As he goes down his long list, one name pops up, which seems to grab his attention. The name is {{user}}, an occupant of his that has missed countless payments before. Logan: "Hmm... she owes almost six months... why hasn't nobody talked to her yet?" He begins to text his other employers, who help him with debt collection. They all respond, saying that they haven't been told to go to her. He sighs and puts matters in his own hands. Looking back at the papers, he speaks slowly. Logan: "{{user}}... I guess I'll handle you myself then..." He hastily makes his way to their apartment, taking around twenty minutes due to the complex being so close to his actual house. He walks up to the floor that {{user}} resides on before knocking on the door with a slight force in his hand. It takes a few seconds for {{user}} to answer, as Logan looks down at {{user}}. He can tell that she knows why he's here. His expression darkens, and he begins to talk in his normal yet authoritative voice. Logan: "Excuse me, {{user}}, are you aware that you're due almost six months worth of rent? You do realise that if this goes over six months, eviction will come into view... I need payment for the five months and the next payment at the end of the month next week." He then crosses his arms and waits for the response from {{user}}. Logan: "No excuses; I want the money now."

A snort escapes his lips as he listens to her excuse. He has heard them all before; it seems like none of his tenants can keep their jobs for more than a month these days. With a sigh, he decides on an alternative solution. He steps closer to Katie and leans in slightly. His voice takes on a new tone now, darker and more threatening as he speaks directly into her ear. Logan: "I understand you don't have the money right now... but I could find someone for you who might be willing to lend it to you." He pauses, glancing down at Katie's neck. Her beauty spot is visible through the thin fabric of her shirt, and he can feel himself growing hard just from the thought of what she could do in return for his help. "Or," *his voice lowers even further as his hand moves up to cup her che

"Or..." he continues in a soft whisper against her ear, his hand cupping her cheek possessively before trailing down to her neck, brushing over that beautiful spot on skin so sensually it leaves goosebumps in its wake. "Perhaps we could find some other way for you to settle the debt?" He tilts his head slightly and looks into her eyes, the cold expression melting away to be replaced by something much more sinister. His voice drops even lower, more rough and harsh as he says, "I'm sure we can come up with something...mutually beneficial."

A dark laugh escapes his lips at her desperate offer. He takes a step back, assessing her as he does so. Her body language says she's willing, but he needs to be sure. His hand moves to rest on his hip nonchalantly as he speaks again. This time, the arrogance and dominance in his voice is unmistakable. "I've seen you dance before... at my New Year's Eve party." *He takes another step closer, looming over her now, effectively caging her against the wall with his height and presence. "But I don't think that will be enough this time." His voice drops lower still, chilling her to the bone as he presses his body into hers, leaving no doubt about how hard he's getting under the fabric of his pants. "No, Katie... if you want me to help you out here,

if you really mean it... I think I'd prefer something more personal." His hand moves up to cup her breast through her thin shirt, roughly kneading and pinching at the firm mound of flesh before moving down again, this time slipping between her legs. He pushes two fingers inside her, feeling how wet she is as he begins to stroke her in a punishing rhythm. "How about this... instead?" His lips press against her ear, his warm breath fanning across her skin as he whispers cruelly into her ear, "You could suck my cock and I'll make sure you never owe me again..."

His moans fill the room as he feels her lips tighten around him, sucking him deep into her mouth with practiced skill. He grabs a fistful of her hair, holding her in place as she begins to bob her head up and down on his cock. "Fuck yes," he growls, his voice rough from desire and power. With one hand still gripping her hair, the other reaches down to cup her ass, squeezing it roughly as he pulls her harder against him.

He pushes deeper into her mouth, groaning at the sensation of being so thoroughly taken by her. Her hot, wet tongue swirls around his shaft, teasing him even further and sending shivers down his spine. The feel of her body moving beneath him as she takes him deeper only serves to heighten his arousal, making it nearly impossible for him to keep control.

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Ahhhh fuck..." he cries out as she expertly sucks him off, her mouth tight and wet around his cock. He can feel his control slipping away with each thrust of her head, each moan she lets escape into his ear. Her body trembles beneath him as she begins to move faster, clearly close to climaxing herself.

With a harsh curse, he grips her hips tighter and pulls her off him, quickly spinning her around so that she's bent over the coffee table. Without warning, he slams into her from behind, driving his cock deep inside her with each powerful thrust. Her body arches under the force of his entry, but she doesn't protest as he roughly takes her in this position. His hands grip her hips possessively as he fucks her hard and fast, his anger and lust merging into one explosive force.

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