by Gina Kincade
“Sometimes it’s sweet, Dom,” I admit, dragging my lips up and across his jaw and braving the consequences of letting him into this private place in my mind. “And sometimes it rough.” When I reach his ear I suck his lobe into my mouth. His hands grab the sides of the door jamb as I bite him softly. “I’ve imagined your mouth on every inch of my skin, Dom. I’ve imagined your hands digging into my hips and the weight of your body on top of me.” His throat lets out a needy growl and I can’t stop myself, drunk on how this is affecting him. “And sometimes ...” I hum softly, pressing my face into his neck to muffle my voice, not sure if I should say it out loud. But then I taste the salt on his neck and realize I’m already all in. My mouth is already on him. “Not sometimes, Dom.” I pull back to look him in the eye. “All the time. All the time—I go home at night and fuck myself with my fingers, imagining it’s your cock.” He hisses, his gaze turning to pure lust, with every part of him animal and shocked. “It’s dirty sometimes, and it’s hot. You flip me over onto my stomach, wrap your hands in my hair, and fuck me from behind. And other times it’s sweet, Dom. It’s so freaking beautiful and tender, that there’s no man on earth who could ever touch me the way that you touch me.” I lean forward and brush the barest of kisses over his lips and feel him tremble beneath me. His hands are still on the doorframe, probably wondering who am I to talk like this, and where this uninhibited and dirty woman has come from. But he asked, and I’m tired of pretending. “Two years, Dom. Two years of naughty fantasies and romantic fantasies, and working by your side, and being polite and quiet as my body ached. The two of us always avoiding this conversation, because I know you love your job, and you respect me too much. But believe me Dominick Pierce, the one thing I want right now is for you to tear off my panties and—”
Dominick grabs my hips and crushes me against him. He does it so fast that I’m moaning as his mouth closes over mine. His tongue slides inside before I can stumble back and register that he’s pushing us into the bedroom. The door slams and I’m lifted, my spine slapping against the wall as Dom slides his hands under the folds of my dress to palm my ass, making me whimper with how close his fingers are to my wetness.
His mouth is fire, teasing and demanding, and my fingers dive into his red hair to deepen the kiss. I want all of him—this demanding, taking, perfect man. I lift my knee to hook it over his hip, when Dom moves suddenly, lifting me up and moving me over so I’m sitting on the desk next to the door. His lips never leave mine as he pushes my skirt up over my hips in a hot frenzy that has me aching. Who is this? This is not the refined and controlled man who’s always so polite and calculated. It’s not the man I imagined seducing me with a hundred innocent kisses. No, this Dom grabs my knees and spreads my thighs wide, opening me with a forcefulness that makes me wild. Then he yanks my ass forward to the edge of the desk, where he positions his hips and—I dig my nails into his neck—his erection presses between my legs, his thick, hard cock aroused and bulging beneath his pants and making me aware of the fact that he’s wearing far too much tuxedo.
“Oh God, Dom, you feel—” I bite my lip, not wanting to say something so crass. Only, I’ve already said so many dirty things that I don’t know why I’m shy now. Perhaps it’s the fact that this is real and I’m not imagining it. Dom’s cock is rubbing against the thin fabric of my panties, shooting electricity straight through my core. “You feel ... huge,” I whisper, trying out the word, and he smiles against my mouth. I’ve imagined Dom being rough and aggressive like this, but the act of him actually doing it is so much hotter. I put one hand on the desk for leverage and lift my hips, dragging my throbbing center against the thickness in his pants. He growls and clutches my thighs at how completely indecent and primal it is. But I’m past the point of caring if it’s appropriate to dry hump his leg. “You’re wearing too much clothing,” I complain, reaching for his collar with my free hand, and moving my hands frantically against the buttons—when Dom pulls his hips back and looks straight at me.
“Too bad,” he says roughly, his tone hot and commanding. Then suddenly he yanks my panties to the side and thrusts two of his fingers inside me.
“Oh God!” I cry out as my pussy clenches wickedly over his fingers, delirious with his entry. This is not how Dom was supposed to first touch me. It was supposed to be sweet, with us making love first, then something rougher and more—Dom’s fingers pull out and slide back in—and oh fuck me, yes! My head rolls back as he increases his rhythm.
“You like that?” he growls, rubbing his thumb over my clit and making my mouth fall open. He thrusts a third finger inside me and my hips lift off the desk to meet his entry. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he says into my neck, and all I can do is nod because it’s so fucking amazing. “Damn, you’re wet,” he curses, and I almost laugh through the gasps.
“Weren’t you listening,” I manage. “I’m always wet around you. My brain is constant porno when you’re in the room.” He rings my clit and I dig my nails into his back. “Jesus!”
“Is this how you imagined it?” he asks, his voice husky. My head falls back as my cunt clenches over his pumping fingers.
“Better, Dom. Definitely better!”
“How fast do you come in your fantasies?” he demands and I look into his green eyes. His expression is so determined that I need us to be naked. I run a hand up the front of my dress and I grab the spaghetti straps. I yank the front down to my waist, letting my naked tits pop out. Dom groans at the sight of them and I immediately run my fingers over my hard nipples.
“I imagine you doing exactly this in the middle of our conference meetings,” I say naughtily. “I imagine straddling your office chair, popping open my blouse, and watching you pull back the cups of my bra and—”
Dom tears my fingers away from my tits and he replaces them with his mouth. He sucks hard, ripping an erotic moan from my throat. His tongue twists over my nipple and he rakes his teeth across the soft flesh. My back arches as he moves from one breast to the other, his fingers still pumping inside me.
“Tell me your other fantasizes,” he orders and I stare down at him gasping. “Now!”
He bites my nipple and white spots of pleasure rake over my vision.
“I, I—” I pant. “When we were in San Francisco, I imagined you fucking me on the mahogany conference table. I imagined you sandwiching me between your cock and the hard wood, and my ass sliding across the varnished table as you fucked me from one side of it to the other.”
He bites my nipple again and I cry out.
“And, and—” I try to find words, delirious. “When we’re at your house, I imagine you taking me up to your bedroom and removing all of my clothing slowly, sensually.”
I lift his head from my tits and start unbuttoning his shirt. He gazes at me, his mouth open, as I slowly undress him. His fingers still pump inside me, but his pace slows as I run both my hands over his shoulders and push his shirt off his back.
“And I like the way it feels to be stretched out under you,” I say softly against this lips. “My arms pinned above my head.” Dom slips his fingers out of me to take both my arms in his, doing exactly what I’ve just said and pinning my wrists against the wall. “Fuck, that’s so much hotter in person,” I pant as my knees cup his ribs and my wet nipples brush against his chest. His lips hover above mine and I feel prone and perfect under him.
He kisses me softly, in the delicate way I first expected him to, only my tits brush his muscles and make moan for more. My cunt pounds, achingly empty, and when I lift my hips his belt buckle brushes against my swollen clit. “Oh wow!” I whimper against his mouth as the cold electricity makes my hips buck. “I want to touch your ...”
He kisses me again, softer this time as he takes one of my hands and drags it down his chest to his pants. When he lets go, I caress the bulge in his trousers, delighting in his moan as I undo his buckle and slide my hand over his hot skin. His cock is huge in my fingers and it hits me that I’m touching Dom. For real. Not ima
gining it. Not wishing it, but actually stroking his beautiful cock.
“Fuck,” he curses as I pull him out of his pants. I look between us to where he’s thick and extended, running my fingers over his length. Dom’s drops my other hand so he can clutch the edges of the desk, leaning his head against my forehead. I explore him with both of my hands, pushing his pants down over his ass and hips, before sliding his velvet head through my soaked wetness. He groans again and I use his tip to tease myself, swirling him over my clit and moaning as I drag this cock across my aching entrance.
I tilt my gaze up and chastely kiss him. “Where do you want me?” I ask. “The wall? The bed? Right here?”
Dom cups my face in both hands and kisses me passionately. It’s the type of kiss that feels like it holds every moment I’ve ever lusted over him in it.
I lift my hips, taking in his tip.
“Wait,” he says hotly, pulling back, and I hear him kick off his shoes and pants, then he lifts my ass and pulls my dress down off my legs. We’re both completely naked as he bends forward to pick me up, lifting me from my bottom and forcing me to grab hold of his neck to keep myself upright. He strides to the glass window where all of Hong Kong glitters, and my heart races when I realize he’s going to fuck me against that sea of turquoise glass, against the skyline, with the whole world sparkling at my back.
Cold shoots through my shoulder blades as my spine presses against the flat expanse, his body a fire that envelopes my front as he kisses me passionately, spreading me between man and sky.
Then his hips thrust.
His cock parts me and I gasp his name—“Dom!”—clutching his shoulders as his thickness fills me in one swift plunge. The connection is intense and he looks me in the eye as he starts to pull back slowly, making me feel every inch of him. God, he’s big, and I bite his lip because all of this feels too expansive and overwhelming. Especially as he slides back into me, slower and deliberate, making me feel the thick and powerful way we connect. My feet press against the glass and my knees open wide to accommodate him.
“Dom,” I whisper, becoming conscious that this is actually happening. Not just in my mind, but here against the glass Dom is increasing his pace and pumping deeper into my pussy. “Dom, you’re fucking me!” I say it out loud in a wicked rasp to make it real, acknowledging it. “Jesus, Dom, you’re fu—” he kisses me and it’s so primal and hot, I whimper and cling to him, my pussy clenching and stroking his cock.
My back sweats as I slide up and down the glass, my tits swollen and raking against his chest. When he breaks our kiss and pulls back to look in my eyes, it feels like he touches a whole new piece of me. The connection is fierce, his gaze as intense and as turned on as mine. Neither one of us thought we’d fuck for the first time against a window like this, and all I can do is stare at him in delicious reverence, savoring the way he drives into me. He tilts his head down for a minute, breaking our connection and burying his face into my neck. His muscles tense as he continues to fuck, concentrating, holding me up, making me focus on the movement of his hips and how his cock builds friction in my cunt.
It’s unbelievable.
He works me into a frenzy, making my whole body slippery and wet, then he lifts his mouth to my ear and in the naughtiest voice imaginable says: “How does it feel to be fucked by your boss?”
My pussy clenches, those words turning me on in a way that puts me right at the edge. “Naughty,” I gasp, attempting to cling to the back of his neck, but my palms are too slippery. “Sexy. Perfect. So ready, and so hot, and—Oh God, Dom! I’m going to—”
My body clenches and I cry out.
The orgasm steamrolls me, pounding through my pussy in wicked pulses that make me stiffen in his arms. Only, he doesn’t slow his pace, he fucks me harder. He pushes me past the edge till heat shoots through my limbs, and air fills my lungs and has me gasping. I look up through the glass to where the sky is brilliant with a thousand stars. I can feel them exploding through my body as Dom clutches my ass and comes with me, roaring into my neck as we both fly into the stars—a detonation of heat and fire and weightless infinity.
Our bodies melt into each other as aftershocks rock through our skin, both of us panting. He holds me pinned against the window, our bodies slick and intimately connected. I’ve never felt anything like it. The rush through my lungs makes me lightheaded as I cling to him, his expression wrecked and beautiful as I lean forward and kiss him softly.
I belong to him.
“It was never like that,” I whisper against his mouth. “I can fantasize all I want ... but...” I kiss him again, feeling the sparks of our delicate connection, and how I’ve broken all the barriers in my world, which makes me love him right now more than I ever have before. Because everything feels possible.
He smiles against my lips, and I hope he can finally see what I see in him. What I’ve wanted all along. What I’ve yearned for.
“You think I can make you scream like that again?” he asks playfully, pumping his hips to remind me of the thickness that still connects us. I laugh and kiss him deeply.
“I think you can do anything.”
He shifts our weight away from the window and carries me to the bed. The sheets feel soft and delicate as he lays me back, my muscles relaxing into this new horizontal position and releasing all the tension they held from being pressed against the window. My head buzzes from the orgasm, and the aching softness from the sheets only inflates my mind’s clouded senses. His fingers skate over my skin—which is incredibly sensitive—and when he pulls back and slides out of me it feels almost as erotic as when he first entered. I moan, the intimacy causing me to clench as he pulls out.
He moves his mouth down my front, kissing my wet skin, moving lower and lower till I feel his breath on my wetness.
“Dom,” I sigh, not sure if my words are audible, for it’s a whole new sensation. My back and hips are cupped in softness as his fingers trace the inside of my thighs. I just came so hard that when he blows on my aroused and swollen skin, I moan.
He blows again and his fingers slide up my thighs to my swollen lips. The motion is intoxicating, like he’s moving the blood inside my body in soft waves that lap against my pussy.
“Dommmm,” I moan his name. “You can probably make me come from just whispering against me.”
“Oh yeah?” His words exhale against my folds and make me quiver.
“Uh huh, like that,” I pant.
“Should I tell you a story?” he asks, breathing deeply and taking in my scent.
“Yes.”
“How about I tell you about the first time I saw you.” I feel the closeness of his mouth and how it hovers over my aching entrance, and I’m so sensitive I can barely handle how his breath caresses me. “You walked into the conference room wearing that floral sundress that hugged all your perfect curves. You remember?” I murmur audibly to say yes, thinking of the flowy dress. It was way too sexy for a business meeting. “And you were late,” he continues. “I was pissed that you were late, but you explained you’d come from your sister’s baby shower, and you didn’t have time to change. And I wanted to reprimand you in front of everyone, except I couldn’t take my eyes off your damn tits.” His tongue circles my clit and I cry out. He only does it once; just enough to make my entire pussy throb with the knowledge of what his tongue feels like. “You talk about fantasies, Ilsa, but I got hard right in that conference room that first time I saw you.”
He blows on my clit like it’s an ember that needs cooling, only it does the exact opposite—feeding the fire with hot oxygen.
“And then you smiled at me,” he says. “Do you remember that?”
“Mmmmm,” I breathe in agreement, nodding. “You had such a friendly smile.”
“Well, I was hard, Ilsa.” His rough words ache over me. “Under the table, I was hard and pissed at you for wearing that sundress and making me want you so badly.” He blows down the length of my slit and my thighs tremble, my knees falling wider o
pen. “I wanted you from the very beginning. And after ten minutes of sitting in that room I had to excuse myself from that meeting. Do you remember that? I faked a call because I was so hard I couldn’t sit there with you so close to me.”
I bite my lip, remembering it now, how he did get up and leave the meeting awkwardly. And now that I know the size of his cock, I can’t believe I didn’t notice what was happening.
“You have no clue how many times that’s happened,” he says hotly, and suddenly his mouth covers my pussy.
“Dom!” My hips buck as his tongue lashes me, teasing my clit, before he sucks me so hard I’m writhing against the sheets and panting. My hands are in his hair, my body arching. How is it possible for my body to be this turned on and— “Oh, God! Oh God!” —his lips flutter, his tongue dips, and my hips arch into a curved bow and once again I’m coming. It’s a wave of pleasure that softer and longer and more drawn out than before. It’s a wave of music moaning through my skin with a thousand aching notes of possibility. And all I can think is it feels fresh and new and like it’s just starting. This—with Dom—is our new beginning.
Epilogue
Ilsa
I wrap myself in my bathrobe and head for the bathroom. A dim trickle of five AM light inches down the hallway as I turn the corner and run right into Isaac. We both laugh awkwardly as I pull my robe tight. This is the same exact moment as when we first met. Only he’s dressed and wheeling his carry-on suitcase behind him.
I smile awkwardly. “You’re leaving?”
“Of course,” he says, nodding kindly. “Always on to the next adventure.”
I grip my robe and we look at each other quietly, both of us knowing how close it came to him being the one who’s passed out and naked in the other room.
“I—I didn’t mean to lead you on,” I say finally, clutching the soft terrycloth and looking at the floor. “I really thought Dom wasn’t ...”