He grips my hips, his fingernails digging into my flesh as he fucks me hard and fast, just the way I need it.
“You can lie to me all you want, but your body can’t pretend.” Dom reaches to grab my breast, squeezing at my stiff nipples until I want to sob with the pleasure. “It knows who the boss is. And I’m not going to stop until I’ve claimed every inch of you from the inside out.”
He thrusts so deep, so goddamn deep I could lose my mind. I want it to last, to feel him inside me all day, but I’m close again, my climax rising up in an unstoppable surge of heat. I grind back against him, meeting every stroke, loving how deep his cock drives, how the friction sets me on fire. He spanks my ass again, just the right side of pain, grinding up inside me in a harsh, angry rhythm. Our grunts fill the room, animal and raw.
“Say it,” he demands. “Say you belong to me!”
I clench my jaw. I won’t give in. But then Dom slows his pace. Oh God. Now he’s thrusting slow and deep, gripping me against his body so I can’t escape, can’t push back, can’t do anything but take his cock one mind-blowing, meaty inch at a time.
“Dom…” I moan, struggling in his arms. But his cock is unstoppable, and I’m close. So close!
“Say. It.” Dom growls. I can hear the tension in his voice, feel the rigid drive of his body. I want to disobey but fuck, I can’t resist him, not like this.
“Yes,” I scream, feeling my body constrict with pleasure. “I’m yours, I belong to you!”
Dom lets out a roar. With a final epic slam he thrusts up inside me, so deep and so good I come hard enough to lose my mind. I feel him shudder, hear the groan echo through him as he collapses against me, spent.
I lay against the desk. My heartbeat measures the seconds until Dominic moves away from me. I hear him pull up his pants, but I’m too wiped out to move.
Jesus H Christ. That was the most epic fuck of my life.
“Clean yourself up.”
Dom’s voice comes, cool and measured. What?
I struggle upright and turn – then wish I hadn’t. He’s buckling his belt a few feet away. His expression is unreadable, distanced and aloof.
Is he serious?
“No.” I struggle upright, pleasure still coursing through my system. “No way do you pull that bullshit on me now. Not after that.”
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“Act like an adult and talk about it.” I demand. “This, what we have between us, it’s real OK? And you can’t just fuck it away.”
For a moment I see it on his face: pain. The kind of agony I’ve been feeling, hurt and betrayal. Heartbreak, too.
Then it’s gone.
“I can’t.” He says, his voice cracking raw. Then he walks out, and I’m all alone.
I stay there a moment, slowly pulling my skirt down and tidying my hair. Even though I wanted this, I feel numb.
I can’t keep letting him do this to me.
No matter how much I was falling for him, no matter how deep I thought our connection ran. That’s over – he just made it perfectly clear. And I’m not the kind of girl to let a man treat me like this, yell at me, and judge me, and fuck me like I mean nothing to him.
It’s over now; it has to be.
After what went down in his office, I don’t want to look at him again, but Dom is suddenly everywhere. It’s like he’s making a point of being where I am. The hall, the elevator, even the freaking breakroom. Considering he has a fancy espresso machine and a Keurig in his office, I don’t brush that off as coincidence.