His Trust

by Christa Wick

  Good news for both of us—Mia liked it a little rough whether she realized it or not. She liked it so much that she was in danger of climaxing before she could answer me.

  Not willing to allow her that pleasure so soon or so easily, I jerked my hand back and brought it down hard on her rounded bottom.

  "Are you still in a relationship?"

  "No."

  The answer and the squeak that accompanied it eased the unsettling feeling I had thrashing around in my chest. Marginally.

  "Why did your last relationship end?"

  Showing a small flare of defiance, Mia shrugged. "Why does anything?"

  A non-answer but she couldn't keep the truth from me. I studied her face as she remained silent, saw the last of the relationship haunt her eyes. I would get better answers later, but I knew all I needed at that moment.

  "He hurt you."

  She nodded, so solemn and beautiful that I felt like a bastard for having her across my knee. Still, I wasn't going to sit her up, help her back into her clothes and send her on her merry way with a raise and a promise to keep my hands off her lush body. The thoughts I had entertained since hiring her couldn't be put back in a bottle, not until I had fully sampled her.

  Maybe never.

  "Are you nervous about what I’m about to do to you, Mia?”

  She shrugged again, as if I could deliver no more than a trifling pain.

  I nodded. Not yet sensing my next move, I smeared a thin coating of her cream against her outer lips and thighs. Her brain and heart might think I was a trifling presence, but her body felt differently.

  "You're still very wet."

  She closed her eyes, tried to deny the truth with that simple gesture. I wouldn't let her. I plunged my fingers into her pussy and rubbed more juice along her flesh.

  "Keep your eyes open,” I ordered.

  And just as I expected, her channel flooded with arousal. “I think you like this," I murmured so fucking turned on I could hardly speak.

  She opened her eyes as an angry pout pushed her mouth into a fuckable pucker. Despite having the hard-on from hell, I bit down on a smile. Now wasn't the time to go all soft and let her off easy. I pressed my palm to her bottom, readying my next blow.

  "Failure to answer is the same as a lie. Do you like what I'm doing to you?" I asked.

  "Yes."

  She didn't flinch at the answer, her gaze firmly hooking mine. I used it as a distraction, delivering a harder smack than the first. Mesmerized, I watched the impact ripple across her pale flesh. Two heartbeats later, the outline of my palm appeared. She would color easily, but fade almost as quickly. Already I could not see the placement of the first blow.

  It was time to switch the focus of my questions. I still had a company and thousands of lives to protect no matter how much I wanted to bury my cock inside her. I didn't think she was anything more than who she said she was, but due diligence was a must.

  "Who told you to lie on your resume?"

  She hesitated, the delay triggering a minor alarm inside my head. Hesitating after a switch in subjects didn't always mean a lie was coming, but it sometimes did.

  Hell, it usually did.

  I smacked her bottom again before she could answer, hoping to knock any falsehoods from her before they had a chance to coalesce into syllables.

  "No one. Please believe me."

  She tensed in anticipation of the next time my hand met her flesh, but I had a slightly gentler contact in mind. I rubbed between her legs once more, kneading the swollen labia, stroking and pinching at her clit before I plunged a thick wedge of three fingers in and out of her pussy.

  "Do you want my cock in you, Mia, want me to fuck this tight, pretty little hole of yours?"

  "Yes," she answered, the reply more moan than word. Her ass lifted, moved against my fingers, following after them on the backstrokes.

  "Wanting you isn't enough to make me stupid, Mia. You transferred schools from North Carolina. Who sent you here?" Abandoning her sweet inner folds, I held my hand up, palm flat, fingers spread wide and ready. "Tell me who hired you and then I can fuck you."

  The dark ash brows lifted and then she took a deep breath in. "I don't work for BlackTide or whatever they are calling themselves this month."

  Three more smacks, hard and fast and then my fingers were back in her, plunging and twisting. Her physical response tore at my chest and made my cock throb a hundred times harder. Her ass lifted, dipped, rolled. Her pussy sucked at my fingers, her arousal so thick the muscles and moisture squelched as I fucked my fingers in and out. Through it all, she never stopped staring into my eyes, never blinked.

  Neither did I.

  "Lie to me some more, Mia."

  She repeated her denial, her whole body shaking with the truth. "I work for you, Collin. Only you."

  Her climax began as the last word left her. Her hips jerked up, her ass leading the way, its muscles straining against the soft cushion of flesh that encased them. Her hips rolled, her hot, sweet pussy grinding at my fingers in ever tighter circles.

  As the countdown of her hips reached zero, Mia truly exploded. Fluid squirted from her, the stream stopping and restarting with every hard squeeze of satisfaction that gripped my fingers. She collapsed against me, but I kept fucking in and out, her pussy coiling and uncoiling in deep flutters.

  She had me hypnotized—something I didn't realize until she opened her eyes and looked at me.

  "Have you done that before?" I asked, my fingers still warm and drenched from her squirting.

  I knew from how quickly she closed her eyes and the dash of red that blazed across her cheeks that she hadn't, but I wanted her to admit it. I growled her name, the last of my control popping like high tension wires strained to the point of breaking.

  "No."

  When she opened her eyes, she was crying.

  Fuck. I shook my head. She was a lamb—I was the lion. I wanted to eat her, and lie down with her, protect and ravage her.

  Fill her fertile womb with my hot cum.

  Untying her hands, I barked out an order. "Stand in front of my desk."

  I listened to each uncertain step she took away from me as I stared at my hands, counting the ridges in my nails to keep from following directly after her. When she stopped, I growled out the next order.

  "Tits and stomach flat against the surface. Fingers around the opposite lip of the desk. Legs spread."

  I wanted her contained when I fucked her, didn't want her verdant eyes searching me out, catching that moment of weakness when I released inside her.

  When she didn't move after my second command, I gripped my knees and let my gaze slow crawl to where she stood frozen. I stood, a growl twisting my words as I took the first step toward her.

  “Tits down, Mia.”

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  Mia

  My brain buzzed with the climax still vibrating through my bones. I could process that Collin wanted me at the desk and that I wanted to be there. But the ache for more ran so deep it threatened to collapse my knees.

  "Tits down," he repeated on a rumble when I still failed to comply.

  Breathless apprehension crowded need as he loomed closer, his gaze flashing dark.

  Unconsciously, I took a matching step back.

  A low, growling sound left him as his eyes lasered on my retreating feet, effectively freezing me in place. "Ass up."

  Another step.

  "Arms across the desk."

  When he reached me and I still couldn't move, he spun me around, positioning my chest down with my arms across the desk. "Legs. Spread."

  His hands molded my fingers around the opposite lip of the surface. He swept his foot right, then left, making sure my thighs were spread to capacity, and then he thrust his hips forward so that my mound pressed tightly against the desk's edge.

  "You’re even wetter now," he growled, a gruff pleasure over his discovery roughening his voice even more. “This is all exciting you, admit it.”

  I cou
ldn't get my lips or tongue to expel an answer, let alone a lie denying what he had already surmised.

  He folded his body over mine, his arms across the desk, hands gripping its edge as his muscles constricted to leave me gasping for air.

  "Do you want me to fuck you?"

  I buried my face against my arm, my cold flesh muffling my affirmation. Wrapping his hand around my jaw, he forced my head up, turning it so that I had to open my eyes and look at him.

  "Do you want my cock in you?"

  I took a slow lick of my lips. I wasn't stalling, my answer was unchanged. It didn't matter that Collin was being rough with me, that I would have chafed at the idea that very morning if someone had suggested I would be laid across his desk begging him to take me.

  "Yes or no, Mia?" His fingers dented my flesh as he gripped me more tightly. "Say it."

  "Yes."

  Not satisfied, he gave me a little shake. "Say all of it."

  "I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me." I blinked, fresh tears wetting my cheeks. "Please, Collin."

  He released me, his body straightening like a spring. With one hand against the small of my back, he reached along the side of the desk. A small pewter box I'd never seen before had been placed next to the lamp. He flipped its lid and withdrew a gold foil wrapper. His hands left me completely for the time it took to tear open the condom's package, unzip and roll the latex down his length.

  I strained to keep hold of the desk while looking over my shoulder, hungry for a glimpse of his exposed cock. He had a magnificent body, kept it battle ready with long hours in the company gym. The few times I had spotted him in his shorts and a tight t-shirt stretched across his chest had fueled the most intense wet dreams of my life.

  Collin blocked me before I could see anything, a warning rumbling past his stern lips.

  "Head down."

  With the condom in place, he bent over me. His fingers knotted in my hair, my head pinioned to the desk as his free hand started to explore my pussy all over again. He slid his fingers into me, my muscles instantly clutching at the invaders, rolling up and down their firm length with an aching need for more. I closed my eyes, promising myself I wouldn't do this again, that when this was over, I would never lose myself like this, not for any man and particularly not for Collin Stark.

  "You seem almost ashamed of your body's reaction, Mia."

  I opened my eyes, rolled them right to glare up at him. I didn't need him suggesting I should actually welcome my physical response to his possessing me in so controlling a manner. How could I possibly be okay with this? With being draped and dripping, my pussy squeezing and twisting around his fingers while he showed me almost mercilessly just how far past my limits I wanted him to push me.

  "Whatever truth you’ve kept from me after I hired you, it's not nearly as big as the secret you've been hiding from yourself." He pulled his fingers out, gripped the base of his shaft and rubbed the fat crown against my opening. "You need this more than you’re able to admit right now. But you’ll get there; I’ll make sure of it."

  His hips made a little forward push, his girth wrenching a moan from me as my pussy stretched to accommodate him. He pulled out, my needy whimper at his retreat shattering the last of my façade.

  Collin was right. I needed someone like him and hadn't even realized it.

  "I could take you any way I want right now." He pushed back in, a little harder, a little deeper. "On your knees choking on my cock, bound spread eagle to my desk, a switch slapping along your soft thighs and swollen mound."

  He pushed all the way in, my spine curving in welcome, my breasts leaving the desk's surface until he placed his palm between my shoulders and pushed me down. "I could take you impassive, rough, my hands around your throat and you'd come back for more, dripping, aching."

  He pressed his chest against my back, his hands circling my wrists as his lips touched my neck. His breath hot against my flesh, he kissed me. Far from rough, he slid deeper into me then withdrew until just the fat head remained hooked inside my channel. His mouth tracked left to the other side of my throat. He licked a line up to my ear, his hips dancing a little circle that kept his engorged tip dragging side to side against a new sweet spot until I danced with him.

  He pushed back in, the broad head butting against my cervix. "You've never been this satisfied." The way he said it, he wasn’t boasting, he was stating a fact.

  Without another word, he slid back out, his retreat making me sob and clench until I was certain his cock would not completely abandon me.

  "Shhh…baby." He kissed the side of my mouth, evading my attempt to turn into the kiss. He forced his hand between the desk and my mound, squeezing and rubbing that hard pearl between my labia until I could no longer breathe.

  Collin rocked against me, his mouth teasing the corner of my lips with the promise of a real kiss. "You're holding me so tightly, Mia."

  I couldn't relax the muscles, the spasms of my pussy his to control. He straightened, took possession of my hips with both hands and started thrusting inside me at a faster pace. He slowed suddenly. I heard the air leave him before he sucked more in and thrust deeper. He followed with another achingly slow retreat.

  Clawing to hold onto the desk's edge as commanded, I twisted until I could look at Collin's face. His eyes were shut, the thick dark lashes sweeping against his cheeks. His teeth ruthlessly pinned the left side of his bottom lip.

  Fierce and beautiful, I doubted many women had seen him like this. The thought squeezed at my chest.

  Collin froze, fingers digging into my padded hips before he gave a little shake of his head and plunged into me. His eyes opened, catching me in the act of watching him. I felt the tug of a deep connection between us but knew it was only my imagination.

  His thumbs stroked the sides of my bottom as he watched me in return. He released his bottom lip, his nostrils flaring as his cock retreated along my channel. He hit that sweet spot, teased it over and over until my eyes rolled back in my head and I could no longer maintain my hold on the desk. A quiver rippled through me, followed by a crushing wave of release as Collin sank deep and held, his cock jerking with the full force of his climax.

  He finished with a few shallow pumps that had me moaning for more. He pulled out and walked away, his long, powerful legs quickly carrying him to his private washroom. I didn't know whether I had permission to stand. My cheeks burned with the knowledge that I wouldn't move until he told me I could.

  I heard Collin leave the bathroom and move around his office, going first to the corner I had stood in then the couch before he placed my clothes on his desk.

  He retreated to his chair. "You can't leave looking like this. Use my bathroom."

  Not speaking, I took my clothes and walked a broken line away from his desk. I closed the bathroom door, pressed my back against it and shut my eyes, afraid to look at myself in the mirror until I had my emotions under control.

  When I finally did, I found my lips slightly purpled, their fragile flesh bruised from failed attempts to control my body's response to him. A dark circle of mascara ringed my eyes from the tears I had shed. My hair was a disaster, the curls in complete disarray around my startled face.

  No wonder he had dismissed me from his presence so easily, I thought, moving with an aching slowness. I washed my face first before running wet fingers through my hair to tame it. Turning to my thighs next, I washed away evidence of our encounter.

  Clean, but still feeling dirty, I picked through my clothes. My underwear weren't in the pile but then again, he’d basically rendered them useless when he ripped them from me so I didn’t bother looking for them.

  I stepped into the skirt, blindly tugged it up my hips so I wouldn't have to see my pussy with its still swollen lips and wet tangle of pubic hair while I finished dressing. I put the bra on next then the wrinkled linen shirt, my hands mismatching the buttons with their holes the first few tries.

  Leaving the bathroom, I promised myself I would march
out of his office, grab my purse and leave without looking back—or ever returning. I had no other personal items at Stark's company, hadn't felt settled enough in my new position to bring anything in.

  My plan didn't survive the threshold of the bathroom door. I looked straight at him, my feet stalling as he pushed a thick letter-size envelope across his desk.

  "Take this."

  Hands wrapped protectively around my stomach, I approached the desk. The shape of the contents inside the envelope suggested it held a stack of money. Unless they were all ones, it was too much for severance pay, especially when he had every reason to fire me.

  It also was far too little if he was worried I might sue the company.

  I gave a hard shake of my head and spun on my heels. I made it halfway to the double steel doors before he spoke again.

  "They're locked, Mia. Take the envelope."

  I was breathing hard, as furious as I was hurt by his rejection. I continued on my path, only stopping once I was a few inches from the door.

  "Unlock these and don't treat me like any more of a whore than you already have."

  My body started shaking all over again at the sound of him rising from his chair. Reaching me, Collin extended his arm across my shoulder to press the envelope against the door. He thumbed the edge of the package, his head angling down so that his lips were a centimeter or less from my ear.

  "Just what do you think this is for?"

  I had no intention of dignifying his question with an answer. We both knew why he was giving me money. Services rendered at the end of his dick.

  "Janice is…retiring this week, won't be in again until her goodbye party."

  At his slight pause, it was clear Janice’s retirement wasn’t at her request, if she even knew she was retiring at all.

  Given that she was probably getting fired for not having checked into my resume more closely, I felt bad.

  “Don’t,” Collin said, somehow reading my mind. “Janice will be well taken care of. We were already discussing her needing to leave my company before I learned about what you did.”