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His to Dominate

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by Christa Wick


  "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 still 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 cunt 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 deep inside me. He followed with another achingly slow retreat.

  Still holding onto the desk's edge for dear life, I twisted until I could look at his face. His eyes were shut, the thick dark lashes sweeping against his cheek. He had sucked in the left side of his bottom lip, his teeth pinning it in place.

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

  Collin froze, fingers digging into my padded hips before he gave a little shake of his head and plunged back 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 rolled through me, followed by a crushing wave of release as Collin sank deep and held, his cock jerking inside me 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 and 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 and then the couch before he placed my clothes on his desk.

  "You can't leave looking like this." He landed softly in his chair. "Use my bathroom to clean up."

  Not speaking, I took my clothes and walked a broken line from his desk. I closed the 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. His tone had been casually dismissive. I felt like I had a knife buried in my chest, that I was dead but entirely too stupid to grasp that fact.

  Cautiously, I opened my eyes. My lips were slightly purpled, bruised from my futile attempts to control my body's response to Stark. A dark circle of mascara ringed my eyes from where I had cried. 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 looked like a complete mess!

  I moved with an aching slowness, washing my face first before running wet fingers through my hair to tame it. I turned to my thighs next, trying to wash any evidence of the encounter away. The attempt was in vain. His touch had branded my skin, his fingerprints burned deep into my flesh to mark me as his.

  Ignoring the sensation, I picked through my clothes. My underwear weren't in the pile but Stark had rendered them useless when he ripped them from me. I stepped into the skirt, 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 and then the wrinkled linen shirt, my hands mismatching the buttons with their holes the first few tries.

  Leaving the bathroom, I told myself I wouldn't look at his desk. I would march out of the office, grab my purse and go. I had no other personal effects at Stark's company, hadn't felt settled enough in my new position to bring anything in.

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

  "Take this."

  I approached the desk, my hands wrapped protectively around my stomach. 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 too little if he worried I might sue him.

  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 still 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.

  He stepped behind me, his arm extending 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 at the end of the week." He pressed his face against my hair, the gesture almost sweetly intimate but I knew otherwise. "You need a better wardrobe if you're going to fill her position. This is an advance on your new salary."

  Incredulous, I turned my head to look at him, our lips almost touching from how closely he stood next to me. His gaze dropped to my mouth, his eyelids lowering until they were almost shut. I could feel the slow, deep breaths he took whisper across my lips and I had to force myself not to lean closer, to bridge that small distance in offering.

  "Are you serious?"

  Collin nodded, slow and deliberate. He lowered his hand and wrapped my fingers around the envelope. "You'll run the office and travel with me on the same trips Janice would attend."

  Reaching across my stomach, he grabbed my opposite hip and turned my body until we stood face to face. "If you're lying to me, you better take this and run."

  My grip tightened on the money. He still didn't trust me. Likely, he never would. That made us even. I knew I would be an idiot to trust Collin Stark. Even now, he could be playing me.

  Collin closed the space between us and kept on pressing forward until he had my back flat against the door. His hand captured the side of my face, his thumb sliding along until it reached the center of my chin. His thumb pressed down to force my lips apart.

  For one foolish second, I thought he intended to kiss me before casting me out for the night.

  He tilted his head, his cheek brushing against mine as he whispered in my ear. "Know this -- if you run, there's no place on earth I won't find you."

  With that, Stark released me, his hand dipping briefly into his pocket to press the door's remote as he walked away.

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