Hot, Rich and Dominant

by Amy Valenti

  I reached around behind me and ran my fingers up and down his hard length, surprising a groan from his lips. “Fuck… Did I say you could touch my cock?”

  If he could play this game, so could I. I stroked for a second longer, then let my hand drop. “Sorry, Sir.”

  “Keep going,” he ordered, his voice harsh with need, and I felt myself on the brink of climax as he fingered me and teased my clit at the same time in an irresistible rhythm.

  I turned in his arms slightly to get a better grip on his cock, and as I began to stroke firmly up and down, keeping my movements simple and teasing, he sighed against my neck. My body shook in response to his obvious arousal, my orgasm just out of reach, and I whispered his name for the first time. “Marc…”

  “Don’t you dare come until I’m inside you,” he said huskily, and I whimpered with disbelief.

  “Sir, please!”

  “You want me? You know what you have to do,” he said, not letting up for a moment.

  I couldn’t resist any longer. “Sir, please take me… I need you inside me so badly, you have no idea how much I want you…”

  I could sense his smile, even as his breath caught as I stroked his hot, hard cock. “Are you on birth control, or do you need me to use a condom?”

  “I’m on the pill,” I whispered, arching in his arms as he hit the sweet spot inside me exactly how I loved it. “Oh, Sir, please, just fuck me!”

  I don’t know if it was the confirmation that I was protected from pregnancy or my swearing, but he stopped holding back. Pulling his fingers free of my pussy and turning me to face him, he picked me up and carried me back to what I assumed was the couch. The blindfold accentuated all my other senses, and I could smell leather as he pulled me down astride his lap.

  Shaking with need, I almost came apart as I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, rubbing up over my clit, then back down again to ease just a little way inside me. I cried out wordless encouragement as he gripped my hips and lowered me onto his thick, hot shaft, thrusting up against me shallowly to go a little further each time.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shoulder as he filled me completely, overcome with hedonistic sensation and more emotion than I should be feeling right now. It was a connection so profound, it scared me—I hardly knew the guy, yet I felt as if I might be falling for him, and falling hard.

  “That’s my girl.” He made me lift my head and kissed me, his cock jerking inside me as I responded heatedly. He smelled so good, kissed with such finesse, filled me just right, and I tried to begin to take him, frantically seeking more stimulation.

  He held me still, breaking off, and tugged off my blindfold. At the sight of his intense expression, that darkly handsome face filled with unconcealed lust, my internal muscles squeezed around him involuntarily.

  “Oh, yeah…” he whispered, and I felt him shiver with arousal. “If you want to take me, you have to admit that you’re mine. Tell me you’re mine, and you can do anything you like to get yourself to orgasm.”

  It wasn’t even something I needed to think about. I couldn’t question something that was so undeniably true. “I’m yours, Sir.”

  He smiled with a mix of predatory need and triumph. “Make yourself come then, beautiful.”

  Self-conscious without the blindfold, yet too powerfully turned on to care much, I began to rise and fall on his cock, riding him steadily at first. Marc dipped his head to one of my breasts, pulling the hypersensitive nipple into his mouth and sucking lightly, then with more purpose, flicking his tongue and using his teeth just a little. Each time he sucked, I felt an answering tug of arousal at my clit, and I took him harder, sliding up and down his slippery shaft, encouraging the friction to build and blossom into the beginnings of a climax I knew would drive me out of my mind.

  Marc thrust upward to meet me every time I lowered myself down onto him, turning his attention to my other nipple and slipping a finger between our bodies to press on my clit at the same time. I half-yelled at the combination of sweet sensations, trembling on the brink of release, riding him fast and hard until I couldn’t hang on any longer…

  Clutching his shoulders, I cried out breathlessly as I came in strong, rhythmic waves of ecstasy. With each one, I shook and shuddered, and Marc’s fingers tightened on my waist as my internal muscles squeezed his cock again and again.

  I was still reeling from the orgasm when he toppled me from his lap onto the couch, still deep inside me, and began to pound into my pleasure-suffused body hard and fast, taking what he needed from me. I locked my ankles around his waist and hung on to him tightly, moaning in his ear as his movements grew sharper and more shaky.

  He groaned my name as he came—my name as I’d asked him to use it, the first time we’d met. “Fuck, Nell…”

  I couldn’t help it. A second orgasm rolled through me, hot on the heels of the fading aftershocks of the first. Being called Eleanor had been hot, in a way, but having him use Nell was a hundred times more affectionate as a result.

  Breathless and unsteady, with only a remnant of the calm, dominant poise he’d had until now, he pulled me into his lap and held me close. I leaned against him, still quivering with the effects of my release, and tried to regain my sanity.

  Had I really just let the CEO’s son order me to strip, then bend me over his desk and spank me, then reduce me to a begging heap in his arms? Had I really just had sex with Marc Cassidy, let him drive me to two mind-blowing orgasms on my lunch hour?

  I must have tensed up, thinking about the consequences of my actions, because he tilted up my chin to study my face. “Speak.”

  “What time is it?” I wasn’t sure if I should still be calling him ‘Sir’ so I bit it back, though I wanted to.

  He didn’t catch on at first, but then realisation dawned. “You have to be back at your desk.”

  I nodded, and he sighed, motioning for me to slide off his lap and onto the couch. While I got a very nice view of his taut buttocks, he walked across the room and checked the time at the bottom of his computer screen. “Let’s just say you’re late and leave it at that.”

  Chapter Six

  Cursing under my breath, I began to hunt for my underwear. I’d gotten as far as pulling on my bra when Marc spoke again. “Stella, hey—it’s Marc Cassidy. Are you missing a team member, by any chance?”

  He paused, listening to Stella, and I continued to tug on my clothing, cursing myself for letting things get this far. I wasn’t usually this irresponsible. Would they try to fire me? Would Marc step in to stop it?

  “Don’t worry—it’s my fault. I borrowed Nell for a while to discuss a few ideas for the marketing of the cosmetics side of the business. She did mention she needed to be back, but I was in the middle of things and got a bit carried away, I’m afraid. I’ll have her back to you within half an hour, okay?”

  By the time he set down the phone, I was fully dressed, nervous and confused again—and he was still entirely naked and didn’t look as if he cared if the whole world saw it. “Did I give you permission to get dressed?”

  I was thrilled to hear his dominant tone back, even as I bit my lip. “No, but Sir…”

  He beckoned me closer, and I went to him like a moth to a burning candle. “Kneel,” he said, and I did, aware that he could order me to suck his cock, which was still impressive even though he wasn’t hard at the moment. I knew what he felt like inside me, now, and that was something I wouldn’t easily forget. Learning how he tasted was something else I ached to try.

  As if he’d read my mind, he laughed and reached for the pile of clothing on his chair. “I can see I won’t be getting your full attention unless I put some clothes on.”

  I couldn’t help but deny that. “With all due respect, Sir, you’ve had my full attention this whole time.”

  “And I’ve appreciated it.” He pulled on his boxers and suit pants anyway, and I sighed as he even shrugged on his shirt. Did he really expect me to concentrate
on work this afternoon?

  Leaving his shirt unbuttoned for now, he sat in his desk chair. At his command, I came closer, and he began to stroke his fingers through my undoubtedly tousled hair.

  “Believe me, if I didn’t have a meeting in twenty minutes I’d keep you in here all damn afternoon. But I do, and you have a job to go back to.”

  I resigned myself to it, nodding. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I don’t think I’m wrong about you, but I’ll ask just in case. Do you want to stop this?”

  “No, Sir.” I was addicted. Addicted to the pain that bloomed when he slapped my ass or pinched my nipple, addicted to his forceful kisses and the confident way he played my body like a finely tuned instrument.

  And I wanted to figure him out. What made him the way he was? What was it about me that had made him want to order me to my knees? Why did he let people believe he did nothing but slack off, if it was true that he did more work for the company than his father? What would happen next?

  Marc raised an eyebrow at me. “You do know that spanking is nothing compared to some of the other things I want to try with you?”

  I swallowed hard and nodded. I was all too curious, even though I wasn’t entirely sure I hadn’t gone insane. I wanted to try it all.

  “I have an entire dungeon’s worth of equipment at my place, Eleanor. You have no idea how much I want to tie you to my St. Andrew’s cross and turn your skin red with my flogger or riding crop.”

  I tried not to wriggle with desire, but couldn’t help it. Marc laughed softly. “Go home after work, and I’ll pick you up at eight and take you to dinner. It’s up to you where we go from there.”

  I began to ask how he’d know where I lived, but then realised he had access to my personnel file. Taking his words as a dismissal, I rose to my feet, then hesitated. He stood with me, arching an eyebrow as I lingered there in front of him. “You have permission to do whatever it is you’re thinking of doing, provided it doesn’t take more than a couple of minutes.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” I murmured.

  Even though I had his permission, I was still nervous as I stepped closer to him. Resting one hand gently on his bare chest through his open shirt, I reached up with the other to push that irresistible lock of hair out of his eyes, then leaned in to give him a brief, light kiss, fearing my self control would snap if I did more. He let me do it with an odd expression on his face—something I couldn’t interpret, though I got the feeling it was important.

  As I began to step away, he twisted his fingers in my hair again and gave me a hot, hard kiss. It was as brief as mine had been, but his screamed of possession, and my knees went weak with the urge to kneel at his feet again.

  He smiled as he released me—that devastating smile that could melt my resistance like butter. “Go back to work.”

  I got out of there as quickly as I could, tingling with lust and anticipation of what was to come.

  * * * *

  Dear Diary,

  Today, Marc Cassidy… God, I don’t even have the words to write about it yet. I don’t even know how I got through this afternoon, but he’s taking me to dinner tonight. And maybe back to his BDSM dungeon afterwards, if I let him.

  I think I’ll let him.

  This sounds like the biggest overreaction ever, but I think I’m in love…

  Also by Amy Valenti

  Always the Quiet Ones

  Battle of Thrills

  Dominance and Deception

  Hidden Heat

  Little Tease (Rack and Ruin #1)

  Of Sawdust and Seduction

  Shocked

  Smoke and Mirrors

  About the Author

  Amy Valenti is a tarnished tease, and her mind has lived in the gutter since the day she realised what sex was. She hails from England, which she doesn’t find quite as exotic and sexy as the average US citizen seems to, but if people want to compliment her on her accent, that’s all fine with her! Her muses are many, fickle and very demanding.

  She has a degree in creative writing and currently works as a proofreader/editor. In her free time, she reads, writes and plays videogames. On the rare occasions she doesn’t have a laptop on her knee, she loves to curl up with friends and pets—and chocolate—for TV show and movie marathons.

  Amy also writes erotica (without the romance!) under the pseudonym Sidonie Spice.

  Find Amy Online

  As Amy Valenti (erotic romance):

  Blog: http://amyvalenti.wordpress.com

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  As Sidonie Spice (erotica shorts):

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