He had leaned back in his chair. His hands were steepled. There was no wasted movement. Actually there was no movement at all. He sat there, completely still just staring at me with a smirk on his face. You could here a pin drop. It was so quiet I could hear myself thinking. Hear my words in my head just before I spoke them. It was surreal. The entire building empty, except for us. Us and the tremendous tension which engulfed us.
I finished speaking. He said nothing. I waited.
“Are my remarks satisfactory for you, Mr. Rossi?”
He said nothing. I waited.
“Mr. Rossi?”
He still hadn’t taken his eyes from mine. I didn’t know if I wanted to turn and run away, or run right toward him, jumping on him and begging him to take me right then and there.
“Very, Ms. Reed.”
A small tingling of pride shot up my spine. I was ecstatic he had approved, but I wasn’t about to let on. He just continued to stare.
“Mr. Rossi?”
A full five seconds passed. “Yes, Ms. Reed?”
“Shouldn’t we be going to the charity ball now?”
Another long pause before he replied. “Do you want to go to the charity ball, Ms. Reed?”
I want to hurdle your desk and land with my vagina right on your face. The thought made my pussy clench. “I know how you like to be on time, Sir.”
I could see him inhale on the word Sir. He took it in like it was floating in the air. Like it was a scent he couldn’t wait to breathe into his lungs.
“What do you really know about me, Ms. Reed?”
“Sir?”
“Ms. Reed.”
He was putting me in a position I didn’t want to be in. One wrong move and he might flip. And one right move and…well, I had no idea. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out. It seemed like a no-win situation. Odds I didn’t like.”
“I’m waiting, Ms. Reed.”
“Sir, I know you’re a very well respected and successful businessman, who—”
“Ms. Reed. Please. I didn’t ask you so you could recite my Fortune 500 profile verbatim. What do you know, Ms. Reed?”
This wasn’t getting any better. “Sir, I know from the last two weeks you’re a good man. A good business man. You stand up for your employees, like you stood up for me the other day.”
“And?”
“And I hope to learn more about you in the coming weeks as our working relationship continues to grow?”
“Only our working relationship, Ms. Reed?”
CHAPTER 6
Dominic
Fuck me. This Godzilla vs Bambi dynamic was too much. Tormenting this pour girl’s emotions. But she wasn’t any girl. She was about to find out she was my girl. And she could only be my girl.
And as much as this game of cat and mouse got my cock so damn fired up, there was more to it than just that. It wasn’t just a game. It was training. If she could run with this wolf, there was nobody she couldn’t handle. I was the baddest motherfucker on the planet. After me, the rest of the competition would seem like pussycats.
And pussy was the only thing on her mind. Her pussy. I knew she was getting wet. I could see how she was terrified and aroused at the same time. I couldn’t take it another second.
I pushed my ass back like I was doing a heavy squat in my home gym. The chair went sailing against the window overlooking the city behind me. I was standing. I made my way to her.
Her scent pulled me closer. I was a beast and all I could smell was her heat.
I lifted my right hand and brushed a locket of hair behind her ear. I ran my thumb along her high cheekbone. Her perfect, fucking cheekbones. My right hand drifted down the side of her beautiful neck and to her back. I gently massaged the tendons in the back of her neck with my thumb and forefinger before I brought my hand back around placing it firmly below her jaw.
“Mr. Rossi, I’m not sure—”
“Dominic. Call me by my name. I want to hear you say my name.”
“Mr. Rossi. I mean Dominic. Oh God, your name is so sexy.”
Her last comment had my pants bursting at the seams. Enough was enough.
My hand slid to the side of her face and I leaned in, stopping just short of the kiss. I wanted to smell her one last time. To look at her at this distance for the first time. Just inches away. Once I crossed that line there was no going back. I wanted to remember this moment forever. It was as agonizingly painful to be so close, as much as it was intensely pleasurable to be inches away from what I’d been fantasizing about.
I could see her lips part and feel her breath on my face.
My lips crashed down onto hers.
I could feel her body tense and shake, and then, just as quickly, she returned the kiss wrapping her arms around me and pulling me in closer. My cock firmly against her stomach.
“Aaaah,” she said as she opened her lips wider and my tongue fucked her mouth.
All my fantasizes had been so vivid, so intense, but nothing like this. She was even better in the flesh. And not just better, perfect. I wanted to feel her skin against my skin. I needed it. I had to have it. I had to have her. Now.
I reached my left hand around her and pulled her in even tighter. Her breasts heaved and pressed against my body. I looked down and could see her cleavage through the top of her shirt. I wanted to grab the opening and rip the shirt down, popping her buttons with the sheer force, but before I could I felt her hands come between us as she pushed away from me. I leaned back.
“Mr. Rossi, this isn’t right. We should be doing this.”
“I want to do this. I need to do this. And I know you need it to.” She just looked up at me. “Tell me you don’t.”
“I can’t say that. I would be lying to myself.”
“Then what’s stopping you? What’s stopping us?”
CHAPTER 7
Cora
We work together.”
“I’m your boss, Cora.”
“I know! And that’s the problem, exactly. You have the money, the power, the fame, the prestige…you have it all.”
“I don’t have it all. Look at me now. I want the same thing you want, but you’re trying to reason away your desire.”
“Of course I am. I’m not here to be another thing for you to achieve. Another accomplishment on your resume. God knows how many women you’ve been with already.”
“With all the research you’ve done on me and my company, how many stories have you read about me and other women?”
He was right. I had never come across a single one. I had just assumed it. Maybe he had, maybe he hadn’t. Either way it wasn’t getting any media coverage.
“Have you even seen me attend an event with a woman on my arm?”
“I can’t remember seeing that before, no.”
“And why do you think that is?”
“Because you keep your two lives separate.”
“I don’t keep them separate because I only have one. I only have my work life. I don’t have a personal life in that regard. I never found someone who made me want that. Who made me need that. Someone who made me lose control of myself like you do.”
“I make you lose control?”
“Look at me now. Look at you. You have all the power here. You’re in charge now. I put you in that position. Not consciously, but my need to have you did. My need to be with you. I’m risking everything for you.”
No one had ever said anything so sexy and beautiful to me in my entire life. He was right. He put himself in a vulnerable position. Something he wasn’t just not know for, something he literally never did. And he did it just for me.
“How do I know that tomorrow you’re not going to change your mind? Just some fling with a girl who works for you. Tomorrow on to the next one.”
“Is that what you think?”
“I don’t want to feel used after. I’m not some whore.”
He took my face by in both of his hands. His look was filled with anger. “Is that the kind of person you t
hink I am?”
He was right. It was rude and not warranted for me to think like that. He had no history of acting that way.
“Answer me!”
“No,” I said sheepishly.
“And if I thought you were just some whore, your words not mine, I wouldn’t be here with you now.”
I was somewhat embarrassed at my poor conclusions, but more excited and curious. “Then what do you want from me?”
“What do I want from you? I don’t want anything from you. The questions is what do I need from you. And the answer is everything.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Do you think I got to this point in my life by making guesses? I follow my gut, and my gut never lies.”
“So you’re taking a chance then?”
“When I’m working I don’t take chances. I calculate and execute. You know that. But this isn’t work. This isn’t something I can reason my way through with my head. And that’s what’s scary and exciting at the same time. The way you make me feel isn’t some puzzle I need to figure out. I just know how you make me feel. There’s no thinking to it. I just know I’m addicted and I have to have you. Today, tomorrow, and every morning I wake up with breath in my lungs. I’ve know it since the first second I saw you.”
I couldn’t keep this charade up much longer. I wanted him so bad, and I knew it. I knew it from the first moment, but the best part was that he knew it too.
“This is crazy,” I said.
“Damn right it is. Just look at me. Me and my calculated world. One look at you and that was out the window. There’s no planning with you. There’s no thinking. Just feeling. And does it ever feel so right. It feels real. I feel alive. I want to run naked on the beach with you. Watch fireworks on the Fourth of July. Catch lightning bugs in jars. Stay up late making each other laugh. All the things I’ve never had the desire to do, and now that you’re here it all makes sense. The air is fresher. Food tastes better. I’m more alert when you’re around. If you go away all the good and all the realness in my life goes away with it.”
I was so hot right now. Why was I even trying to resist?
“Do you know what I do at night? When I’m home by myself. When I’m thinking of you. When I’m picturing you. When I’m touching myself. What just thinking of you makes me do. How I can’t control myself.”
“But I don’t want to just have sex.”
“Neither do I. I’m telling you all this so you understand exactly what I want. And I want everything. And you want it to. Don’t you, Cora?”
My lips froze.
“Tell me you want it, Cora. That you want everything.”
“I do.”
“You do what?”
“I want it.”
“What do you want?”
“I want everything.”
I didn’t mean to give short answers. His questions were just so direct, so impactful, I just answered honestly. No rhetoric. Short and straight answers came out without thought.
“And from now on, you’re mine. Aren’t you, Cora?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I’m yours.”
I heard him exhale hard. “How long are you mine?”
“From now on.”
“Tell me the whole thing.”
“I’m yours from now on.”
“Fucking right you are. You are mine. Mine and mine only. And because you want to be mine. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I’m yours.”
“That’s right. More.”
“I’m yours. I want to be yours. Oh, Dominic, I want this.”
My mouth was open as if I was begging him. He didn’t disappoint. He slid two fingers inside and slowly pulled them out. They were long, and strong, and calloused. I’d never smoked, never given a blow job, but I instantly I had an oral fixation…for him. I wanted him in my mouth. And not just his fingers. I wanted to take his rock hard cock. The one that was pressed up against me again. I wanted to please him. To take all of him inside me. My mouth, my pussy…wherever he wanted. I wanted to be his.
He slid his finger out and looked at me.
“Kiss me.”
Dominic grabbed me and kissed me hard. A few seconds later he pulled away. He stared at me as he reached his hand down and ran it along the side of my skirt and then toward the bottom. When he reached the bottom he brought it up my thigh and up to and across my panties.
“I feel how wet you are for me.”
“Yes.”
“You’re ready now. You’re ready for me to put my cock in your wet pussy. But once I do it’s not your pussy anymore. It’s my pussy. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“And do you like that idea? That your pussy is mine now. It’s my pussy.”
“Yes.”
“And I can slide my big hard cock in there anytime I want, because it’s my pussy.”
“Yes. Please, Dominic.”
“Please, what?”
“My pussy. Please, I want to feel you. Put your cock in my pussy.”
“Who’s pussy?”
“My pussy.”
“Who’s pussy?”
“Your pussy, Dominic. Claim your pussy.”
What had gotten into me? Dominic had and Dominic was…about to get in me for real. I could hardly contain myself.
“You want me to take my pussy?”
“I need you to take your pussy, Dominic. I need you. All of you. Inside me.”
CHAPTER 8
Dominic
Then that’s exactly what you’re gonna get.
I scooped her up in my right hand and took two steps to my desk. I reached out my left hand and cleared everything on top with one swipe. Reports, checks to sign, personal letters from heads of state…none of it mattered right now. They landed on the floor. My lamp shattering as it hit the wall.
I gently laid her back on the top of my desk. The last gentle thing I’d do.
I dropped to my knees and spread her legs. Her skirt going wildly up above her waist. I could see her white panties, and I could see right threw them since they were covered in her juices. I lunged forward and pushed my tongue hard against her folds, running my tongue up until I buried my jawbone against her pubic bone. I applied pressure and licked back down and up again. Enough of this bullshit. I don’t want to be teased. I want the real thing.
I brought my hands down to her waist. She raised her hips as if on cue. I unzipped her dress from the back and threw it against the wall where it quickly joined the shattered lamp on the floor.
I slid my thumbs into her panties and pulled back and up, stooping when I reached her ankles. Her legs almost vertical.
And then I stared at it. The most beautiful work of art ever created. Her pussy. Sexy as fuck. The pussy I was ready to take for mine. But the thunder comes before the rain.
I dove in head first. Spreading her lips with my tongue. She squirmed and tried to kick out of her panties. Not happening.
I licked it like a like a bone thrown to a hungry dog. And that’s just what I was. I hadn’t even realized it until I had first seen her. Just a savage beast that didn’t even know he never had a proper meal…until now.
I heard her moan as I flicked my tongue. Then I pushed it inside her with force. It was like breaking down a wall. Kicking in a door, and her moans told me she was eating up every second of it.
She reached back and grabbed the edge of the desk behind her.
“I’m gonna cum!”
“Cum in my mouth, you dirty girl.”
“Aaaah,” escaped her lips and I felt her hips clench underneath my right hand and her warmth flood my face.
“Damn, girl. Now you’re gonna get punished for being a bad girl.”
“Punish me.”
“What do you say?”
“Punish me please, Mr. Rossi.”
I jerked off her panties from her ankles and reached for her blouse.
I grabbed with both hands and ripped it open. Buttons flew everywhere. I could see her epic tits spilling out of her white bra as she lay on her back panting.
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