by Trisha Wolfe
The arch of her eyebrow is so damn sexy, I take my time unbuttoning her blouse, just to drag out her anticipation. Making her aware, very slowly, that she’s about to be naked on the hood of my car.
Her breathing speeds, her chest rising quicker, as I reach the last button. Wide green eyes beg me not to…but her modesty is all too alluring, and I push her blouse off her shoulders.
“A car could come by…” she says, then quickly amends, “sir.”
Lowering myself over her quivering body, I nip her breast through the lacy material of her bra, loving how she bucks against my cock. “A car could come by,” I say, grasping the nape of her neck and pulling her toward me so I can look into her eyes. “And you know what they’d see?” She swallows, awaiting the answer. “Me eating your wanting little cunt like I own you. Like I can do whatever the fuck I want with you.”
I slip my hand beneath her skirt and feel her grow wet at my words. She undulates against me, her mouth parting on a gasp. “Yes, sir.”
Damn, but she’s learning how to play me. Giving me exactly what I crave from her. I unclip the front clasp of her bra, setting her beautiful tits free. “Trust me, temptress. You can feel all the shame that you want, but there’s nothing to be ashamed about when it comes to your beautiful body.” I push inside her, earning a soft moan from her sultry mouth. “They’re jealous. And I’m going to revel in every second of it. Taking you over and over, knowing how badly they want what they can’t have.”
I flatten my palm against her chest, lowering her to the hood as I hike her skirt up past her hips. Then I kiss a trail to her belly before taking her pussy into my mouth. After the ruthless fucking she endured last night, I’m a bit gentler, licking slowly and tasting tenderly, rewarding her as much as I want to possess her.
It damn near requires all my control to leash my desire and not ravish her on top of this car. I clutch her ankles and push her feet onto the hood, spreading her wide. Her pussy is swollen tight, soaking wet—beckoning me to take her.
Soft sighs heighten into clipped, breathy moans as she attempts to restrict her orgasm, the fear of being heard, being witnessed by passerby too distracting. Flicking my tongue over her clit, I pull her attention to me, then suck her hard into my mouth.
I can feel her contracting, her muscles tensing. My cock aches, straining against my slacks, and I pull away right before she breaks. Looking down at her, I tug at the knot of my tie to loosen it. “Take me out and put my cock in your mouth.”
She forces a swallow, making me crave her mouth even more. As she sits forward, her shaky hands working my belt, I dig my hand into her hair, ready for when I’m set free. I thrust deeply, slipping over her tongue with greedy need, and love the way her unprepared mouth drags her teeth against my shaft.
I hiss out a curse, my fingers curling into her thick waves and gaining a tight grip. “Look at me,” I order. Her wide eyes flick to my face, and I can see the contempt there. The yearning to loathe what I do to her, how degraded I make her feel—yet she aches just as badly for my touch.
I shove my cock against the back of her throat, excited as she struggles to contain her gag reflex. She doesn’t want to hurt me, and the irony of that is intoxicating. Making my craving to brand her skin all the more irresistible.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, painfully removing myself from her hot mouth.
She swallows, the tears leaking from the corners of her eyes beautiful, alluring. “No, Master.” Her voice is too low, too dejected.
I run the pad of my finger across her lips, savoring their plump, abused fullness. “Say what you want, temptress. Tell me what you need.”
The wash of mortification over her face vanishes before I can even appreciate it. She doesn’t like being made to own her desires. She wants me to force them upon her, allowing her to experience her shameful longings within a secret pocket of her mind.
With a deep breath, she rises before me, her soft skin caressing my cock as she stands. My stomach muscles flinch at the intimate contact, my hands curling into fists to keep from pulling her against me.
“I want it all.” Her gaze roams over my face, then her hand follows, her delicate fingers tracing a lingering trail from my temple to mouth. My jaw clenches. “I need you to break me and dominate me…as much as I need you to love me.”
My eyes seal shut as a terse expletive slips free, my lungs constricted. Then her gentle touch is clasping the back of my neck, bringing her warm breath to my skin, her lips kissing, exploring, timidly tasting my neck as she presses her tantalizing body against mine.
I could just as easily fall to my knees as bend her over the car. I crave to worship at her feet as badly as I need to savagely fuck her into surrender. I’ve never been tempted the way I am right now to submit my will—and when she wraps her leg around me, rubbing her wet lips over my cock, I’m a fucking doomed man.
My control slips in an instant and I grab her arms, hauling her against me with desperate force. “My love is a punishment, temptress.” Only I don’t know who I’m bound to punish more: her or me. “If you can survive that, then I’m yours.”
She gasps in a breath as I shove her against the hood and sink inside her. Her arms link around my shoulders, clinging to me as I enter her over and over, the loss of control crushing, overpowering.
“Chase,” she breathes my name, and I groan, driving deeper, unable to suppress the urge to bury myself inside her.
“Say it,” I demand, gripping her thighs and hauling her against my cock as I thrust harder. “Say I’m yours.”
“You’re mine. I want you to be mine,” she says, her eyes snapping to mine as her nails scrape across my back.
A growl releases from deep within my chest, and I capture her neck with my teeth, branding her the way she’s imprinting my black soul. We belong to each other.
She’s twisting my mind, and God help me if she ever tries to leave…if another dares to take her away…this twisted love will have no limits.
I’m so lost in Alexis, overwhelmed by this new realm of lust and love, cruel touches melding against amorous caresses, that I don’t notice a car pulling to a stop until I hear an idling engine.
Alexis tilts her head back, exposing her neck to me in the most erotic pose as she looks at the driver. I cover her body with mine, a carnal demand thrumming within me to guard my possession. And when I look up, my gaze meets the worn eyes of an older man, he and his wife wearing matching, horrified expressions.
I lower my mouth toward Alexis’s ear. “Show them you’re mine,” I say as I ram inside her, eliciting a heavy moan from her lips.
Appalled, the man speeds away from our display. I can’t help it, I laugh as Alexis squirms beneath me. “You did that on purpose,” she accuses, her eyes a fierce mix of mortification and righteous anger.
I grasp her wrists and drive them above her head, bearing down on top of her. “And you love it.” With measured, slow thrusts, I hump her mound, rocking into her as I grind the hard slab of my pelvis against her clit.
Her heated gaze shutters, her tits seeking friction as she arches beneath me, her body accepting this truth—that she’s mine to use, just as I’m hers to manipulate.
“Tell me you don’t love every dirty thing I do to you,” I challenge.
I continue to fuck her in a steady rhythm, my cock growing harder the tighter her pussy hugs me. “Oh, god…I do,” she admits. Her green eyes find mine, her mouth emitting tiny breaths as she undulates against me, seeking her release. “You fucking devastate me in the best way.”
“Fucking hell,” I hiss. Her erogenous admission slinks around me, forcing my thrusts deeper beyond my control. And when she cries out, writhing her greedy cunt against me, I come hard. Every muscle tenses as her hot pussy milks my cock.
“Sexy as hell,” I say as I collapse. My mouth claims hers, our tongues mingling in a sensual entanglement—both of us just as eager, just as desperate, to rule the other.
For the first time in my l
ife, I’m terrified. Terrified to lose as much as I am to win. Either fearful outcome means the loss of myself—but to gain all of Alexis, it’s a willing sacrifice.
13
Got You (Where I Want You)
Alexis
The elevator ride to the sixth floor has never felt so long before.
As the floor numbers slowly tick up, I fondle the skylark pendant against the hollow of my neck, the thin chain suddenly too tight, too constricting.
Pulling the collar of my dress shirt farther up, I tuck the pendant beneath, concealing it from view. It’s not that I’m ashamed—I’m not. If it’s discovered that I’m seeing one of my bosses, I won’t deny it. It’s unethical, but not criminal.
I’m already accustomed to being the outsider at work, so my coworkers’ judgment shouldn’t really affect me. Besides, becoming Chase’s submissive has given me something I’ve never had here before: an ally.
Before Jefferson arrived at my apartment this morning (which was odd enough), I received a text from Julia. Something she’s never done. Ever. She supplied that my office was ready, and copies of the case files on Malcolm Bates were on my desk. She welcomed me—warmly—to my new supervisor position.
At some point between the moment Chase shattered me on the hood of his car and I received that text, the world shifted. Julia became an ally. Which is more appropriate than friend. Friend feels forced. We’re not friends, but as I’ve never been able to call anyone here an ally, I’m content with that.
The elevator doors open, and I take one deep breath before stepping forward and entering the lobby of Lark and Gannet.
A few peeks, a couple raised eyebrows, and one sneer and counting as I make my way toward Julia’s office. Only as I enter the interoffice hallway, I spot my name stenciled in bold white on a glass door.
“This is yours, Alexis.”
Julia’s voice isn’t how I remember. Her tone is softer, and as I turn to face her, her features reflect that softness. So much has happened since we last spoke, that I’m wondering if it’s me or her that’s changed. Maybe both.
“This is…” I trail off, at a loss for words. “I know that I haven’t earned it. Not really,” I say, lowering my voice. “I don’t have years of experience, and—”
“Let’s go inside and get you settled,” she says, unlocking the door.
She enters ahead of me and then hands me the key. “Close the door, please, Alexis.”
As I do, I’m worried I may have assumed wrong about my new ally. “Julia, when I submitted my application for the supervisor position, I knew that I was inexperienced by like, three years.” I attempt a smile, then shake it off. “But I’m dedicated. I’ll do the job. I just wanted to thank you—”
“As I said before, it wasn’t up to me.” Her smile is, strangely, more genuine than mine. “You don’t have the required minimum years of experience, but that’s not the only requirement. Mister Larkin feels you’re qualified, and I don’t combat his authority.”
No other law practice in the country is conducted this way, I’m sure. I nod my understanding, even though she did state that she held sway over him the last time we spoke. She also seemed against my receiving the promotion. What’s changed?
I’m not entirely sure why she’s being so affable. Chase is her boss—more so, he’s made it clear that Julia oversees the secret internship for The Firm. Her duties to the practice aren’t well-defined, but I trust her job doesn’t require her to be this friendly.
“This is new for me, also.” She walks around the desk, situating the stack of files. “Mister Larkin has never taken on a submissive before, so we’re both going to have to feel our way through this transition. I’m still your mentor, as that was made clear to me. I’m here for you, Alexis, should you have any questions or need anything.”
I clasp my hands together to keep from fidgeting. “Okay, then. Thank you.”
She gifts me with another beautiful smile as she approaches. “As far as your duties, I think it’s best if we work on the Bates’ case together. I’ll help you get accustomed with delegating research and briefs to the paralegal team this week.”
Relief floods me, and I relax my shoulders. “I’d appreciate that.”
Her head tilts as she reaches up and unbuttons the top of my shirt. “You’re Master will be offended if you try to hide your collar like some shameful secret,” she says, opening my shirt to display the skylark pendant. “If you belong to him”—her eyes meet mine—“then you belong to him. Understand?”
I do, more than I can express. “Yes,” I say simply.
“Good.” She cocks her head toward the files. “Then first, check in with Mister Larkin. See if he needs anything from you before he releases your services to me, and then we’ll get started.”
I lick my lips, my chest fluttering with anticipation. “Yes, ma’am.” I head toward the door, but Julia’s voice halts my steps.
“You’re no longer required to call me that.”
I glance at her, confused.
“I’m just Julia,” she says. “I’m now required to refer to you as ma’am.”
For the second time this morning, the world beneath my feet feels as if it’s shifting. I accept her vague explanation with a tight smile, knowing that I’m not going to understand everything all at once.
I told Chase that I’d agree as long as I could trust him to guide me. As I head toward his office—the first time on my own—I’m suddenly worried about my outfit. I should’ve asked Julia if it was good enough, or acceptable, or whatever. The more stares I garner from my coworkers, the more flustered I become.
Why wasn’t he in the car with Jefferson this morning? Had I gotten instructions from him first thing, then I would’ve been somewhat more prepared. As it is, I’m unsure of whether to knock on his door or call. Or text.
And immediately, I despise this new situation.
I’ve never been mistaken for bold…but I certainly never questioned every single stupid, mundane decision I have to make.
I can feel the curious stares on my back, and in a need to get away from the encroaching anxiety, I raise my hand and knock. Three times.
“Come in, Miss Wilde.”
The door’s unlocked. I enter to find him seated behind his desk—the desk that I was bent over just a few nights ago. “How did you know it was me?”
Chase looks up from his laptop, his eyebrows raised. God, but it was just yesterday that his hands were on me, that he was inside me, and I’m still spellbound by his sex appeal. The way his toned body fills out a suit should be a sin.
“Julia,” he says in answer. “I told her to instruct you to report to me.” Pushing his chair back, he rises with graceful but purposeful movements, coming around his desk.
I lower my gaze as he approaches. “Do you need anything—?”
His fingers clasp my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. “There are rules,” he says, his deep voice sliding over me like an abrasive touch. “You’re still in training, so it’s time you learn them.”
An ache lodges in my throat as I try to nod, then say, “Yes, sir.”
This Chase—he’s the same, but not. Was he not there with me yesterday? Did he not feel what I did? Or does he feel things differently? I find it impossible that he didn’t experience that moment between us on the same, profound level. But his demeanor is just as cold and rigid as when he first approached me in the hallway.
Maybe he’s right; I’m still in training, still learning. Maybe he experiences that kind of connection with every woman he takes so brutally—and I’m the inexperienced, the sheltered girl who tastes it for the first time and confuses sex with love.
Regardless, I’m here. I’m committed. I couldn’t walk away from him if I wanted to. And I don’t. I have to accept that Chase has…layers. Some of which I may never penetrate.
“When you enter my office,” he says, walking toward his desk where he leans, “you’re to kneel here”—he points to the place where he had me k
neel before—“and wait for me to instruct you.”
I obey without question. Lowering myself onto my knees, I assume the knelt position, my heels to my ass. Thankfully, I’m not wearing stilettos, and my two-inch heels rest comfortably enough against my backside.
I bring my chin to my chest as he stands before me.
“You’re no longer just another paralegal in my department. You’re mine, and as such, you’re required to dress like it.”
A pang reverberates through my chest. I hunted through my closet all morning, trying to find clothes that would please him. In the end, I chose a white dress shirt and pencil skirt. Simple, yet tasteful.
“Julia has access to my account. She’ll take you shopping this evening.”
A flutter of anger bubbles to the surface. “I have money,” I say.
He doesn’t reprimand me right away, and I stay silent, my breath bated. “Yes, you do. A twenty percent bump in your salary, in fact.” Then he’s closer, his polished shoes entering my vision. “That’s not the point, however. You’re mine to do as I please with, and my pleasure results from you wearing the clothing I choose and provide.”
Like a kept whore. Just as quickly, I push the thought away. I’m not angry with Chase’s ways, his desires. I understood them when I accepted, willingly, to be his sub. I’m furious with his ability to ice me out with his stone walls.
“Yes, sir,” I say, softening my voice. “Thank you.”
“Are you wearing it?”
His abrupt question heats my face, and the scent of his arousing cologne is like a punishment. Tormenting me with the man I can’t stop craving. “Yes, sir.” I almost didn’t…but I knew if I didn’t insert the anal plug this morning, as he requested before he dropped me off yesterday, then I’d be punished. And as his rewards have been near punishments all of their own—just as he avowed his love would be—I’m not yet prepared for his wrath.