“Only one woman.” He chuckled and shook his head before pulling her into an embrace.
Chloe leaned into him, peering over his shoulder at the…city below? “Are we on top of a roof? How did we get up here?”
Malcolm pulled back and looked down at her. “When I saw you were changing I flew us up here so you could transition in peace.”
He’d flown her up here and she hadn’t even known? “But…what about those guys?”
“Temporarily detained.” He waved a hand dismissively. “I called in a favor from a friend. They won’t remember a thing about what happened tonight.”
She raised her brows in question, but Malcolm just shrugged and added, “Let’s just say that there’s a reason humans are in the dark about who and what really exist.”
Humans, she thought. “I’m not really…human anymore, am I?”
“No.” He shook his head. “Your body was born human, but your soul has always been more. Don’t worry. We have eternity to work out the details.”
“As long as I can spend it with you.”
“Do you really think I’d ever give you up now that I’ve found you?” He brushed his fingers over her wings and led her to the edge of the roof. “Want a crash course on how to use those things?”
“Hahaha,” Chloe laughed uncomfortably as she peered down at the street. “Won’t I fall?”
“Not a chance, sweetling. I’ll be there to catch you, for as long as you need me.” Malcolm pressed a kiss to her palm, and they leapt off the roof. There was still a lot for her to learn, but with her angel by her side, there wasn’t anything she couldn’t accomplish.
The End
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OWNING DESIRE
Copyright© 2013
Nikki Prince
Chapter One
“Desiree, in my office, now!”
Desiree Lawson winced as her boss Sterling McKenna yelled for her from his office. She stood at the copier printing off paperwork for a file she’d been working on. It was only 9:00 in the morning, but she was just getting into the flow of the day when he’d called out to her. She hadn’t known he was in yet, dammit; he was supposed to be gone on a business trip ‘til the following Monday. He had a private entrance so she suspected that was what he’d used to come in without her seeing him.
She left what she was doing at the copier and made her way down the hall, smoothing her black pencil skirt and white blouse down as she hurried. Sterling always made her so nervous with his dashing good looks and impenetrable gaze. There was no way she wanted even a hair out of place. Once she knew everything was in perfect order, she squared her shoulders and went into his office.
She came to a halt in front of his desk, clasping her hands in front of her. His face was devoid of expression, and it made her squirm inwardly. Oh god, what could he want? She noted that his suitcase was propped against a wall, proof to her that he’d only returned hours ago at most. She looked expectantly at him, waiting to see why he’d called her into his office. Sterling did things on his own time and always had since she’d known him. She stood there for quite some time before he even said anything to her.
She could only hold his gaze for so long before she found herself looking down at her shoes. Damn, the man was fine, even in his apparent annoyance. She’d always been attracted to older men, and Sterling was no exception. He had light gray eyes with the thickest black lashes she’d ever seen, and hair the color of ebony sin with a dusting of gray at his temples. The length was perfect, resting just at the point of irreverence. It showed that Sterling McKenna didn’t give one iota for propriety; he did whatever he wanted, and however he wanted to do it. The crowning touch was a soul patch under his bottom lip, a lip she dreamed of sucking and kissing. She licked her lips nervously in response to that need and glanced up at him quickly. There was no other man alive that made her heart skip a beat as he did.
She found she wanted to run her hands through his hair and to allow him to unbutton each small button of her blouse and do what he wanted to her. The attraction she had for him was something she’d kept to herself all these years and intended to continue to hide. Nothing good could come of having sex with your boss. Well, other than mind-blowing orgasms that took the curl out of your hair. She noted he wasn’t in his normal suit but dressed a bit more casually, as he usually did when he’d come from a trip. His clothes no matter if causal or business attire were always of the finest caliber.
She was pulled from la-la land with his question.
“How long have you been here at McKenna Construction?”
Why was he even asking her that? Sterling McKenna had a mind like a trap. He remembered every little detail. She frowned but didn’t hesitate to answer his question. “I’ve been with the company for six years, sir.”
“Mhmm, and how many years out of those six have you been my secretary?”
Now she was seriously worried he knew the answer to all the questions he was asking her. “I’ve been with you for four years, Mr. McKenna.”
“Right. Four years is long enough to know exactly what I need and when I need it, Desiree. I’d even go so far as to say how I need it?”
“Yes, sir, it is.” She dug her nails into the palms of her hands, hoping the pain would help her focus on what he wanted and not how gorgeous he was to her even in his ire.
“Tell me, what was the last thing I asked you to pack in my briefcase on last Friday before I left for the day?”
“The Geary report,” she stammered and dug her nails into her palm a bit harder.
“Exactly.” He opened the briefcase that was sitting on his desk and turned it towards her. “Now, tell me what you see here?”
She walked over to peer into the black briefcase, picking up several of the folders that were inside it, thumbing through them. Her heart dropped. The Geary report wasn’t amongst any of the papers inside the case.
“I see all the papers you requested, sir, with the exception of the report.”
“Correct. And how important was that file to me?”
“Very important, because the account is very significant.” She swallowed hard and shifted.
“Also correct. It’s an account that I managed to save, Desiree, even though I didn't have the items I needed, because I was quick enough on my feet to improvise.” He held up a manila folder, and she recognized it as what he’d needed to have with him. She watched as he put the report down on his desk slowly.
“I’m so sorry, sir. I don’t know what happened.”
That ebony gaze held her immobile. “Geary Hotels and Resorts is a million dollar account. Luckily, Tim Geary was willing to hear me out without all the figures that I needed. This isn’t the only time you’ve done something like this. At least this time I had Ryder with me, and he was able to talk some sense into Geary about why we make a good fit. ”
She wanted to cry. He was right. She’d messed up here and there, but it had never been with something as vital as the account with Geary Hotels and Resorts.
“Sir, what can I do to make this right?” There had to be something that she could do to fix what had happened. Sterling McKenna was the best boss she had ever had. He never micromanaged her at work, and now she’d seriously messed up.
“I think a little punishment is in order.”
The way he was looking at her made her feel like one of the little pigs being stared down by the big bad wolf.
“P...punishment?” she managed to squeak out.
“Yes, I’ve obviously been way too lenient with you. So I need to remedy that with punishment.”
He wasn’t talking about firing her, so that was a plus in itself. Did he possibly mean he was going to write her up? It would make sense. She’d always been so efficient before and made sure she didn’t make any major mistakes. This oversight was a doozy. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make up f
or this oversight.”
“The option I’m suggesting may take you a little time to mull over.”
She wished he would get on with it already. The anticipation of what he was going to do was making her crazy.
“Can you please tell me what my punishment will be so I don’t have to sit here and wonder the worst?”
“Your option, my dear, is to agree to be my sexual submissive, doing whatever I want no questions asked, or you can be assimilated back into the mailroom.”
She was instantly wet. Her mouth fell open, and she just stared at him as if he had two heads. What? She couldn’t have heard him right. Going back into the mailroom would cut her hours and her pay. She couldn’t afford that to happen.
But to be a submissive for her boss? A man she’d had a crush on since coming to the company. She wasn’t sure if she had a submissive bone in her body. She knew the look on her face had to be one that said she thought he’d totally lost his mind.
But no, he sat in his chair as if he were the king on the throne without a care in the world. Her mouth went suddenly dry, and she licked her lips to wet them. It took a moment before she could speak. “Okay, I heard that you could demote me, but the other choice I’m a bit foggy on. You can’t actually be asking me what I think you’re asking me. So that just means I misheard you.”
“I spoke very clearly and distinctly, Desiree, but I’ll repeat myself so that there is no mistaking my expectations. I want you to agree to be my submissive, doing exactly what I want, when and where I want it. In short it means that we will have sex and lots of it. Though as you know that isn’t all that being a submissive entails, but for us right now it will do quite nicely.”
Once again his words caused her to get wet. Before long, her panties would be soaked. The thought of him touching her like she’d always dreamed was a heady aphrodisiac. He was seriously asking her to have sex with him. Blinking, she focused on the chair that was in the front of his desk.
“I have to sit down,” she said in a rush of words.
He rose as if he was coming to help her, but she made it to the chair before he could. She took several deep breaths, not realizing that he’d gone to the water cooler to get her some water until he placed the small plastic cup in her hand. She took it with a whispered thank you and sipped, watching him sit on the edge of his desk as if they weren’t discussing anything out of the ordinary.
“Mr. McKenna, there has to be another way," she said, whisper soft. "I can’t afford the cut in pay. I have responsibilities I need to take care of.” Namely, the continuing education of her youngest sisters. Her father had left long ago, and her mother had died in the last year, leaving Desiree to take care of her siblings. This was as serious as it could get.
But ... Sterling McKenna wanted her. She’d seen the types of women he’d been with in the past, and none of them had ever looked like her. Most were models and those that weren’t should have been. She had ample curves, a bottom that was described as apple shaped and full. In her past relationships she’d been told that she looked wonderful and they loved that she was a BBW, and then further into the relationship she was told she needed to diet. Dating had become disappointing, as had dieting to try to be what society deemed a perfect size.
Though this wasn’t dating he was proposing, was it? It sounded as if it would be pure unadulterated fucking if the look in the man’s eyes were anything to go on. So was that what he wanted from her? The novelty—and it would be a novelty, given the fact that she’d seen his past women—of fucking the big girl. Her brain seemed to fizzle for a few moments, and she sat there just looking at him.
“Desiree…” His voice cut into her musing and she blinked, bringing her attention back to him. The way he said her name always made her melt. This time was no different.
She sighed. He’d made himself very clear about what she needed to do in order to keep her job intact. She should hate him for what he was asking, but she couldn’t. She’d wanted him for a long time and in a sense this would be killing two birds with one stone. Her twin sisters depended on her.
“Being mine will entail you giving yourself over to me completely and with full trust. I want your trust and your body.”
“My, my…body?” God, it was hard to even believe she was having this conversation with him. His words attacked all of her insecurities about herself.
“Yes, your beautiful body. I wish to train you to realize just how beautiful you are.”
Train her? Right, that’s what one did when one had a submissive. He’d just called her beautiful. Excitement uncoiled low in her belly. He thought her beautiful. No, don’t get sidetracked, this can’t be happening. “But… how can you even ask that of me? It’s not allowed…it’s…” Was it truly harassment if she wanted it? Had dreamed about it? Though she wasn’t currently practicing the lifestyle she knew what he was asking of her. She’d become so disillusioned in the lifestyle by wanna-be Doms—
Wait! How did he even know she had a connection to that lifestyle?
“Wrong?” He finished her sentence for her. “Not if you want this, too.” The smile he gave her was absolutely wicked. “I’ve seen how you look at me. You want me just as much as I want you. Also, if you’re wondering how I could possibly know that you know about submissives, I saw you at the club about a month ago.”
Club Fet-kink. She hadn’t realized he’d seen her there, though she’d seen him. She’d always thought she was keeping her lifestyle on the down low. The club wasn’t in town; in fact, it was several hours away. She’d gone on a holiday weekend as a treat to herself, something she rarely did as she was taking care of her sisters. Desiree felt her face heat up when he mentioned seeing her at the club. She had thought she’d gone far enough away from her everyday life. She’d been so fascinated and had lived through all the other people while she was there.
“If you want me so badly, why are you just telling me?”
“You watched as I spanked the other woman, and you enjoyed every little bit of it. If memory serves me you stayed for every little bit of it as I burned her ass with a paddle. I expect you thought I wouldn’t recognize you because of the way you were dressed that night. But I’d recognize you anywhere.”
“I…I…” She really couldn’t protest. He was right; she’d been awestruck seeing him spank the other woman’s ass. The other woman had been strapped to a spanking horse and wearing a spank skirt. Desiree had never wanted to be anyone more. Her panties were thoroughly soaked now. It had been so delicious watching him with the other woman. She’d stood back behind the crowd that had formed off to the side, thinking she hadn’t been seen. Her days and nights hadn’t been the same since seeing her boss there in that type of a situation. She’d always thought of him as a dominant personality but that night had proved its truth.
She shivered as Sterling stroked his finger over her cheek and it startled her back out of her daydream. His touch set a path of heat along her skin.
“You wanted me then, and you want me now. Why fight the obvious?”
She was about to protest and tell him she didn’t want him. That so wasn’t the truth. Hell, she dreamed about him all the time, so much so it felt like an obsession. The thought of having the freedom to do what she’d dreamed of with him without being able to deny him was as scary as it was thrilling.
“What if you don’t like me being your sub?”
“I don’t think that will be a problem, Desiree, but to ease your mind if that happens you will be safe from demotion as you would have completed your end of the bargain. I’m giving you ‘til tomorrow to make a decision.”
“But Mr. McKenna, tomorrow is Saturday, and that’s only giving me one day to think this over. Besides the fact that tomorrow is a non-work day.”
“Exactly, one day. So seeing as I’m giving you just one day, you can take the rest of today off to think things over. I want you to meet me at my house tomorrow bright and early with my answer. With it being Saturday, we won’t have to worry abou
t being disturbed by anyone else.”
“Sir, you can’t be serious,” she argued.
“Do I look like I’m joking, Desiree?”
No, he didn’t look as if he was joking. He looked so dead serious she could tell he’d thought long and hard about what he’d do to her. She needed her job, but to basically be his plaything? She was pretty sure she was half in love with him already. Could she be what he wanted and keep from losing her heart completely? Would she be able to have a purely professional relationship with him after having had sex with him?
She bit her lip and realized she was just staring at him.
“Do I have you totally speechless, Desiree?”
She was prompted to speak when his words sank in. “Since when are you attracted to me? I mean, you can’t want me.” She looked down at herself then back up at him as if to say, see?
“Really, and you know that for a fact how? Do you think I’d want you as my submissive and not be attracted to you physically or mentally? Let me assure you, I want you.” Sterling raised a black brow at her in an expression that told her she was entirely wrong in her assumption.
“Well, I guess…it’s because you’ve never shown an inkling that you…” She sighed.
“Craved you?” he finished for her. “I can assure you that I do. If you make the choice to be mine tomorrow you will be at my home at seven in the morning and you will be pantiless beneath your skirt. You will knock on my door to announce that you’ve arrived, and you will be prompt. Those are your first orders—the others will follow once you arrive. Now I suggest you go home for the rest of the day before I bend you over this desk and show you exactly how much I want you.”
Desiree watched him rise up as if to get up. She squeaked, jumping up from her chair and running out of the office. The last thing she heard was his laughter following her down the hall. She made it to her desk in no time, turning off everything, grabbing her things and heading to the elevator. It seemed as if the elevator took forever to get to the parking structure that was attached to the building. Her mind was frantic. She had one day to make the biggest decision of her life.
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