He catches my wrist before I can leave, and pulls me back against his body. For a moment I’m crushed there, feeling the heat, his powerful muscles tightly coiled and ready for release.
Lust slams through me, clenching between my thighs as his lips graze my earlobe. “You’re right,” he murmurs, sexy and raw. “If I recall, you needed much, much less.”
He trails his fingertips down my collarbone, to the first button on my silk blouse. I freeze, paralyzed with a sudden need that burns every inch of me.
He still hates me. I know, he doesn’t believe a word I say, but somehow, that doesn’t matter. All I want is to feel his hand on me, and his body taking me, hard and fast.
His fingers close around my breast. A moan slips from my lips, and it’s like the signal he’s been waiting for. In one swift move, Dom spins me around and shoves me over his desk. My hands go down on the surface to brace myself, my ass pressing into him automatically. I grind back against the hardness in his pants until Dom yanks my skirt up over my hips and my panties down around my thighs.
Cool air hits my naked skin, and a moment later, a stinging slap rains down on my ass. I yelp in surprise and pain.
“That’s right,” Dom growls. He wraps one hand in my French braid, using it to arch my body back as he spanks me again. “You deserve to be punished for what you’ve done.”
Another slap rains down on my naked ass. The sting slams through me, but it’s oh so sweet. I grip on to the edge of the desk, feeling a wild heat like nothing before. Fuck, I’ve missed him so much, this dominant power that makes me lose all control.
Dom presses me back down onto the desk, then slowly circles it, watching me from all angles. “This is where I pictured fucking you, that first night we met.” He casually unbuckles his belt and opens his pants. “Did you know? I wanted to bring you back here, and make you beg, naked and spread for me. Screaming my name.”
“Dom…” I whisper, already needing his dick buried deep inside.
He smirks. “Not loud enough. Not even close. But I promise, once you’ve got every last inch of my cock grinding that G-spot til you break, you’ll be screaming the whole fucking hotel down.”
I know better than to break position, but I thrust my ass back, wanting his touch again. He moves behind me again, and suddenly forces my legs wider apart. Then his hands are on me: grabbing, stroking, kneading my ass. His fingers zero in on my clit and rub in a punishingly pleasurable burst of friction. Fuck! I moan into the desk, grinding back. He thrusts two fingers into my wetness and my moans get louder. It’s the middle of the day, there could be people right outside the door, but I don’t care. My whole body is wound so fucking tight, I need him, and I need him hard.
“Please, Dominic!” The words tear from my mouth as he finger-fucks me from behind. I ride him hard, chasing the climax, but two fingers are nothing compared to the goods I know he’s got waiting for me.
“Fuck me,” I demand through gritted teeth. I don’t want to beg. I’m going to make it an order. “Fuck me hard, right now.”
Dom growls, pulling his hand away. I collapse, panting and needy on the desk. No! For a moment, I wonder if he’s going to leave me here, so close, but then I hear the yank of his zipper.
He enters me hard, thrusting deep, all the way to the hilt.
“Yes!” I scream, slammed into the desk with the impact of his thrust. Dom grabs my hair, and pistons into me again.
“You feel that?” He demands, his cock filling me all the way up. “You belong to me. This sweet cunt is all mine. And I’ll take it whenever I damn please.”