Shield's Submissive

by Trina Lane

  Mark’s unmistakable deep voice rumbled in her ear and resonated through her exhausted core. Leaning over her desk, she saw the lights were still on in Mark’s office across the building. The two floors their firm occupied were designed so that a central opening connected them like a large atrium. A glass wall surrounded the walkway and the executive offices lined the outer edges. On the lower level was ‘The Pit’, which was a maze of cubicles housing the art, photography and digital imaging departments.

  She smiled into the phone. “Like you have room to talk.”

  “Well, I have to maintain appearances of a hard-working partner, now don’t I? Why don’t we both call it a night and grab some dinner? If I know you as well as I think I do, you skipped lunch and must be hungry.”

  Why was he being so sociable? They’d had plenty of business dinners, but this sounded like an invitation between friends. She guessed they were friends in a manner of speaking, though God knew she had dreamt of a much more personal relationship with him. “Sounds good. How about if I close things down here and meet you in your office in ten minutes?”

  “Perfect,” he succinctly clipped out then hung up the phone.

  She closed down her computer, put away her files and stopped in the ladies room to freshen up. When she reached his office, she glanced inside and noticed he was on the phone. Not wanting to interrupt, she backed away, but he saw her standing there and gestured for her to come in and have a seat on the sofa along one length of the room. She moved over to the sofa and relaxed against the cushions. She turned her head and leaned back to close her eyes.

  After several minutes, the seat cushion next to her depressed under Mark’s weight. He put his hand on her shoulder as if he was unsure whether or not she was awake.

  “Erica?”

  She slowly opened her eyes and found herself staring into Mark’s intense, crystal-green gaze.

  “Hey…sorry, I just needed to reboot for a few minutes.”

  The intensity diminished as his eyes took on a placid quality.

  “That’s okay. From what I hear, it’s been a rough day for you. If you’re too tired to go out to dinner tonight, I understand.”

  “No, I’m not too tired. Actually, a relaxing dinner sounds wonderful, as long as I can get a crisp, cool glass of wine.”

  She rubbed her temples to dispel the throbbing headache that had been steadily building since early that morning. She would normally be heading over to the gym to swim laps, but she was just too beat tonight.

  Maybe I’ll get up early and go tomorrow.

  Mark reached up and pulled Erica’s hands away from her temples. Replacing them with his, he gently massaged in slow circles. His mind called out with the need to calm and comfort her after the hellacious day she’d had. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and her eyes closed in relaxation. There was nothing sexual about the touch, and she was perceptive enough to just enjoy the gesture.

  “Thank you. That felt wonderful. I had just decided that even a quick run or swim wasn’t going to relax me tonight.” She opened her eyes and sat up. “So, what type of food are you in the mood for?”

  He congratulated himself on his intuitiveness that her body mimicked that of a swimmer.

  “I like just about anything, but I have a particular craving for Italian tonight. Is that okay with you? I know of this great little mom and pop restaurant a couple blocks from my place. The food is incredible, and I can guarantee the wine selection is superb.”

  “Sounds just right.”

  He tried to read the expression in her eyes. He had often been mesmerised by their unique shade of blue, somewhere between cornflower and violet. They were always bright with energy, and when their teams worked on a campaign together, he always thought he could see the fast spinning wheels of her thoughts mirrored in her eyes.

  Neither one of them seemed inclined to get up from the sofa. His hand came up to touch her cheek, and he slid closer to her body. He inhaled the lingering fragrance of her shampoo from that morning and detected some other scent. It wasn’t a cloying perfume or flowery deodorant aroma. It was her scent, the unique intrinsic balance of hormones and pheromones that identified each person. God, it smelled good. It made him want to bury his face in her neck and inhale and absorb as much of her into his system as possible.

  Slowly, he leaned down, giving her plenty of time to pull away if she didn’t want his kiss. Just before his lips touched hers, he looked into her eyes and silently gave her one last chance to retreat.

  Her eyes darkened with the same desire and lust coursing through his body. She slid her hand up through the hair at his collar and pulled him down the last couple inches.

  He had intended to seduce her slowly, learn the textures of her lips and coax them into supplication. However, as soon as they touched, it was like a match being struck. Instant fire and need raced through his body. He grabbed the sides of her face and moved his head for a better angle. She opened her mouth willingly beneath him and began a seductive rhythm with her tongue.

  His lips slanted over hers, taking complete possession. It was a kiss of pure hunger and desire that careened through all the senses. One kiss turned into two then three. After that, he didn’t keeping track. All that mattered was feeding the flames of arousal building in their bodies.

  He revelled in the softness of her mouth, and his desire built exponentially as she kissed him back. Needing to feel closer, he pulled her body beneath him on the sofa. Her legs were confined in the straight skirt of her business suit, but he was able to manoeuvre so that he could push the hardness of his rampaging erection against her incredibly soft centre.

  He reached down to unbutton her suit coat. Pulling the edges away, he reached underneath and caressed her side, finding all she wore beneath the jacket was a lacy, silk camisole. Breaking away from her lips, he rasped his teeth down her neck, giving a pull with his lips right on the pulse point. He inhaled her seductive scent as he made a sound somewhere between a growl and a purr. His hands slid up to cup her breast, and his lips surrounded one of the hardened peaks through the material. His teeth nipped and scraped harder against her to counteract the density of the material of her top and bra. Erica gasped above him as she pulled his head closer and harder against her chest. He heard her breathing hitch and glanced up to see her eyes wide open and watching his every move. The open, direct observation pushed his lust further. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he pushed her breast higher so he could continue his ministrations. He watched her eyes darken to almost violet.

  “Touch me, Mark. I want to feel you against my bare skin.”

  Needing no further invitation, his hand left her breast and slid up underneath her skirt. Following the line of her stockings, he discovered that she wore garters versus pantyhose. When his fingers hit the top of her stocking, he found dampness on her thighs. Heat emanated from just underneath the silk of her panties. Reaching underneath the edge, he touched smooth, soft skin.

  “You’re dripping wet. I can feel you coating my fingers.” His thumb grazed her swollen clit. The opening of her pussy fluttered against his fingers. He slowly slid one inside, holding her still as she began to push her hips for more beneath him. She was seeping desire all over his hand.

  Dear God, I’ve never felt anything so perfect.

  “I’m going to make you come, sweetheart. I’m going to push these fingers up inside this hot, tight, wet cunt of yours and make you scream with pleasure.”

  He sealed their lips together while simultaneously thrusting two fingers inside, stroking the plush tissues. His tongue licked inside her mouth in the same back and forth rhythm as his fingers. Every once in a while, he let his thumb graze over her clit. Her fingers threaded into his hair, and she rode his hand. He knew she was getting close. Soft little moans and cries escaped her mouth every time they separated for a moment. Her channel tensed around him, and her fingers clenched. He reached high inside and found her G-spot.

  “Come.”

  He wiggled his fi
ngers back and forth until she slammed her head back against the sofa and released a lyrical cry unlike any music he’d ever heard. The contractions of her orgasm squeezed his fingers so tightly he shuddered at the thought of how it would feel around his cock. Slowly, he pulled from her hot channel then lifted his fingers to his mouth and tasted the sweetness unique to Erica.

  “You taste like pure gold. Next time, I’m going to lick all that sweet cream directly from you.”

  Erica watched in fascination as he continued to lick his fingers clean. No man had ever made her come like she had in his arms. For a moment, she’d actually seen bright flashes of colour and thought she would pass out.

  Slowly, realisation of what they’d just done set in.

  “Mark, what just happened was incredible, but I don’t think it’s smart for us to get involved. We have too much at risk professionally. We have several major campaigns we’re working on over the next several weeks, and I don’t want to deal with any personal fallouts at the office.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart. Not only are we going to be involved, but now that I’ve had a sample of what we can do together, I’m going to push your responses as far as possible. I’m going to take you long and hard and deep, over and over again, as often as possible. I’m going to fuck you at home, in the car, in the elevators and everywhere else in between.”

  Erica listened to Mark’s declaration with one part pure lust and anticipation and another part fear. “What if that’s not what I want? A relationship between us, even if only sexual, won’t risk to your professional future here at AA, but I’m not as secure. I refuse to risk my future for a few hot nights between the sheets.”

  His eyes turned hard but continued to burn with desire. “I would never abuse your professionalism or place you in a position of vulnerability here. I would hope you know me better than that. What we share will be ours and ours alone. There’s no need to flaunt it during work hours, but I will not pretend we never shared this incredible hour. I’ve never experienced someone responding to me the way you just did. I’ve never felt someone literally fall apart around my hand, and I’ll be damned if I’ll never experience it again because of the potentiality of interoffice politics. You’re V.P. of Graphic Imaging, and I’m a partner in the firm. There’s no rule that says we can’t have a personal relationship.”

  Erica thought about what he’d said and took a deep breath, deciding to take a leap of faith. “I know you’d never jeopardise my position, but there are others who might if they learn of this behaviour. If we’re going to proceed with an affair, then I request that we do so only after hours for now. I’m going to go home, get my glass of chilled wine and read a book before trying to get some sleep tonight. I want you to consider hard if this is really what you want or if it’s just your hormones talking. I’ll see you tomorrow at the early meeting.”

  Erica stood, adjusted her clothing and slipped on her shoes. As she was about to walk out the door, she glanced back at him still on the sofa, “Oh, and you should know my responses tonight were as unique to me as they were to you.”

  * * * *

  Mark was so damn frustrated he could barely process what had just happened. Intent on getting rid of his hard-on, he unzipped and pulled out his cock. He looked over at the door Erica had left open and thought briefly about getting up to close it, but really didn’t care. He knew he was the only one left in the building. His dick was desperate for release. It was flushed dark red and leaking. He used his own pre-cum as a lubricant and began to stroke. Running his hand up and down his length, he gave a little squeeze on the upstroke over the top of the head. He closed his eyes as he recalled the hot liquid of Erica’s channel around his fingers and the intoxicating taste as he had licked himself clean. Pulling harder and faster, he shifted his hips and thrust up into his hand. He still tasted her on his tongue, could still detect her scent on his skin. He just needed a little something more to send him over the edge.

  Reaching down to cup his balls, he slid one finger to the sensitive patch of skin just beneath. Using one finger, he pushed up to stimulate his prostate from the outside. His orgasm rolled down his spine. He followed the path with his mind and continued to thrust and rub with each motion of his hips. The sensation suddenly shot up the length of his dick, and with a roar, he threw back his head and his hot release erupted over his fingers. He gentled his motions but continued to feed the orgasm riding out the aftershocks until it finally subsided.

  * * * *

  Erica walked into the conference room with two cups of hot coffee from the local Starbucks in her hands. Mark was at the table with papers already spread out for review. As she walked towards him, she let a small smile cross her lips. She was sadistically pleased to see that Mark looked about as fatigued as she felt. She held out her peace offering.

  “Sorry for abandoning you last night. I swear I’ve never left someone like that before. It was extremely inconsiderate and selfish.”

  He took the coffee cup from her, and his fingers lingered on hers as he thanked her. Erica pulled her hand away but continued to stand close to his body. She watched as his eyes ignited with the memories of their hour spent together the previous evening, the look similar to combustible fluid hovering on the surface of water, waiting for the spark to send it into flames.

  “Last night, you asked me if after deliberating the situation I still wanted to pursue a relationship with you. Nothing I thought of convinced me to change my mind. I want you. I will do everything in my power to have you, but I have some conditions of my own. I’ll keep our affair secret for now, but know this…I will push you. I will challenge you.”

  Erica’s breathing became shallow. She watched his eyes darken with anticipation and desire, but to a casual observer, their conversation would appear as innocuous as a simple business discussion. One of their associates walked into the conference room to find his seat at the table. Both she and Mark glanced in his direction to see if he’d caught the tension filling the room, but the man seemed either uninterested or oblivious. Walking to the other side of the table, Erica placed her files at her choice of a seat, which was several down from Mark’s. He smiled at her power ploy.

  As Erica presented her proposal, Mark’s gaze closely watched her. His facial expressions were that of an attentive professional, but fire lurked just beneath his gaze. More than once, she lost track of her thoughts when she caught his intent expression. His fingers would absently graze over his lips, and she remembered how they felt against hers. He took a sip of his coffee, and she was mesmerised by the movement of his throat as he swallowed. It was way too easy to picture the two of them in the room alone…

  He sat in the executive chair with her straddling his hips as they devoured each other, sipping and savouring each other’s tastes. If things got really wild, he’d lift her onto the table and fuck her just like he promised last night. His hard cock would slide deep. Maybe he would hold her hands down so she couldn’t touch him or he’d flip her over to take her from behind. His guttural voice would command her to touch herself to get off faster so they wouldn’t be caught.

  Moisture pooled and small contractions fluttered through her womb. Forcing herself to focus on the job, she completed her presentation in a manner she hoped appeared professional. At the end, she looked up at him and saw he was amused by her disjointed presentation.

  Mark stood to give his presentation when Erica had finished. The entire time she’d talked, he had watched the sunlight filter through the east-facing windows and shift over her pale skin. As always, she wore a business suit in soft but appealing colours. The cut of the coat pulled in at her waist, and the straight skirt conformed to the subtle flair of her hips. He’d intermittently daydreamed about the hour they had spent together the night before and the next time he was going to get his hands on her. He’d occasionally caught her scent drifting through the air of the conference room. The sultry smell made him so hard he swore he would have passed out had he been standing.
Fortunately, no one seemed to notice if he was more mentally absent this morning than usual.

  They walked by each other as she headed for her seat and he moved to the front of the room. He leaned over and, while appearing to impart some important business, whispered into her ear, “How wet are you?”

  She gasped, and he caught the scent of her arousal. As he stood at the front of the room, he saw a devilish grin on her face. Every time he looked at her throughout the presentation, she leaned forward, and he’d catch the briefest glimmer of her lacy bra under her suit lapel. She licked the crumbs off her top lip every time she took a bite out of her breakfast muffin. It drove him insane, and he could tell she knew it. Finally, he locked onto her gaze and exchanged a look that promised retribution. Her eyes flared, and her cheeks flushed. Fortunately, due to the early nature of the meeting, everyone was still groggy and not paying any particular attention to their silent game.

  When lunchtime rolled around, Mark decided it was time to kidnap Erica. He headed towards her office, knowing she’d be sitting behind her desk, probably working on some layout. She wasn’t where he predicted, but he caught a glimpse of her walking down the hall and went to intercept her.

  She was being stalked. Erica felt him behind her, closing the distance, his penetrating gaze on the back of her head. Her steps quickened. She was determined to not to readily succumb to his clutches. Leaning into the handle of the door, she slipped into the stairwell. Her feet flew down the stairs that led to the lower level of the offices. As she reached the bottom, she heard the door above her open.

  “You can run, little one, but I’m coming for you.”

  She opened the door in front of her but didn’t go through. Instead, she let it close, and she hid behind the stairs. She heard his steps purposeful and strident coming down the treads. Peeking around her hiding spot, she saw him pause just before opening the door.