A Dominant Anthology

by Ethan Radcliff

  “Oh, my, I think you’ve had way too much to drink,” she said shyly, trying not to look him in the eye.

  “Perhaps?”

  Again, his smile worked on her, and she could feel her body churning inside. Oh, this wasn’t good at all. “Perhaps, Mr. Murphy? I know you’ve had way too much to drink.” She bit her bottom lip and tried to help him, but she fell back onto him. She moved off him quickly and tried to ignore his deep sexy laugh. “You’re not helping at all,” she sighed. She tried to get up off the floor, but her knees had turned to jelly. “Oh, dear,” she sighed as she tried once again to get him to sit up. “Please Mr. Murphy, you need to get up off the floor and sit up here on the couch. Please cooperate.” She pleaded quietly.

  “As you wish, um … I didn’t get your name.”

  “It’s Darlene. Darlene Russo. Now please.”

  He stopped her and sat up on his own but stopped when she lowered her eyes, then her head, trying to fix her hair again.

  "Look at me," Joe said softly as his fingers went under Darlene’s chin. "You're very attractive, Darlene."

  Darlene trembled at his touch. It was warm, gentle, and his voice soothing, so confident. He ran a finger over her bottom lip.

  "You're trembling. I like that. Tells me a woman's body is reacting, and I love a wet soft pussy."

  Her heart leapt in her chest, and her nipples hardened. She'd never had a man talk to her like that. The mere mention of her pussy made her body ache.

  "I bet right about now, if I slipped a finger into you, you'd be sopping wet. Should I try and see?"

  Darlene swallowed. She couldn't move because he was right, he was so right. It had been years since she’d felt any arousal. She’d forgotten what it was like to have a man’s hands on her. She raised her head and was astounded at the intensity of his gaze. His eyes were an amazing shade of green, his slightly stubbled cheeks soft, his chin squared, and his lips full and sensuous. Joe Murphy was a handsome man, and he oozed sex appeal.

  She’d seen him in the ring. His body was hard and sculpted a six foot two solid frame. There was very little about the heavyweight boxer that was undesirable and very little about him left to the imagination.

  His reputation, as of late, was more of a party boy than a professional boxer. Everything negative about him added up to being undeniably attractive. He now had her body in a complete uproar. She eyed him carefully, taking small breaths. She was entering a danger zone and needed to get away from him.

  She tried to stand up, but he caught her hand. “Are you trying to get away from me, Darlene?”

  Oh crap, she thought, this isn’t going to be easy. “Actually, Mr. Murphy I’m trying to stand up. Perhaps you should too.”

  “So then we should sit on the couch? Did you say your name was Darlene?” he asked, trying to stand.

  He was too drunk, and Darlene tried to get his large body up with hers. God, he was solid. When they both stood, her body was far too close to his. That’s when he plopped back onto the couch, taking her with him, breaking out into deep laughter. “I gotcha now!” he bellowed.

  And he did have her as he slid down the leather couch to a prone position, splaying her out on top of him, raising her cotton uniform almost to her hips, exposing her thighs and her ass. She winced, thinking about how big her ass and thighs were. His big hands went instinctively to her ass and squeezed the full cheeks, letting out a small moan. She gasped.

  “Oh, shit,” she murmured.

  “Mmm, very nice, Darlene. Man, I do love a nice soft ass. You know I like asses. Wanna know a secret?” he whispered.

  She tried to move her arms, which he had trapped in his, as he continued to squeeze and caress her ass. If she didn’t get away from him, she was worried this was going to end badly, and she didn’t want that to happen.

  “Please, Mr. Murphy, I need to do my job,” she pleaded. “And you’re very drunk. I don’t think you’d want anything stupid to happen.”

  His arms tightened around her.

  “My name’s Joe. And, what I want to happen isn’t stupid. Don’t worry about your job. Now let me tell you my secret.”

  Darlene took a deep breath. Oh, fuck, this wasn’t going well. Would she have to fight him, try to get away and get help? Yet his hands weren’t hurting her, far from it; her damn pussy was on fire. God, it had been way too long since a man had touched her, and this man could make any woman swoon. However, this was wrong, so very wrong, and she needed to put a stop to it now.

  Chapter Three

  “Joe, please let go of me. When you do, then you can tell me your secret,” she said, keeping her head down on his broad chest.

  “Nah, I’ll tell you my secret now. Have you ever had a nice big cock up your ass? Done right, you’ll scream with incredible pleasure.”

  Oh, my God, was all she could think. She was horrified at his words yet so fucking turned on. She had to get away from him.

  “Please let me go. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret, Joe.”

  He was fast. He got up, letting her go, but it was only for a split second, and then he had her in his arms, facing him, as his lips took hers. His kiss was soft. A hand came to her head and he entwined it in her hair while his other hand crushed her to him. He was showing no mercy, and she was falling deeper into his embrace.

  His tongue teased her lips, and she was helpless as she opened her mouth to his. His tongue delved deep, searching, as it met hers, sucking it hard, and snaking around hers. Her tongue danced with his, and the kiss deepened as her body relaxed in his arms. She lost all reasonable thoughts as she moved closer to him. A need began deep inside and started to spiral, reaching down to her belly and then to her pussy as she felt the first gush of her arousal.

  He pushed her down on her back to the leather couch and pulled her legs around him. She needed to get free, she needed to stop this insanity, but her body was betraying her. He had her uniform up over her thighs as his hands roamed free, kneading her thighs, moving higher, up her torso, and heading for her tits. He never let up with the kiss as his hands got to her breasts, rubbing both nipples, bringing them to hard little points.

  He suddenly stopped the deep hard kiss and tore at her panties. “No!” she finally managed to say. “Oh, God, no!” she said louder. However, he never heard her as he ripped her panties from her. He was quick as he hiked her hips up and over her shoulders, burying his face in her cunt. His tongue found her clit, and he sucked and flicked, causing her body to release her juices into his mouth. However, that was only the beginning. His hand kneaded her ass as he licked at her. His tongue fucked her pussy then ran down her slit until it reached her ass. He delved into her.

  “Oh, fuck,” she yelled as her hands grabbed his thick head of hair. Her belly churned, her breasts ached, and that inner need began to rise. Darlene knew she should stop him, but her body was too far gone to push him away. It had been years since she’d had an orgasm, and she was on the verge of a massive one. He was good. He knew a woman’s body, and there was no doubt that he found pleasure in what he was doing. His moans gave him away. And the more he showed his high card, the more she surrendered. Then she came. Her body trembled, and time stood still for a few seconds as she savored the incredible orgasm that he evoked. Tears ran down her cheeks. Joe Murphy wasn’t done with her yet.

  He had his shoes off then his trousers, displaying a huge hard-on that was nestled in dark curls below his impressive six-pack. He smiled down at her, and then climbed between her legs. He held his cock at the entrance to her pussy, playing with her clit and rubbing against it.

  “Tell me you want it. Ask me to fuck you,” he whispered, taking her by surprise. They’d crossed over a boundary, and there was no turning back. She wanted his cock, and she wanted it badly. It had been so long since she had a man buried deep inside her. And he was taunting her.

  Her body was still on fire, and she was sure the moment his cock entered her she’d cum again. “Please,” she whispered, trying to
hold back more tears. “Please fuck me.”

  ****

  Joe had done some shitty things in his life. This was probably the worst. He must be sobering up because her tears caused him physical pain. Yet there was no turning back as he eased his cock into her. Damn, she felt good, and fuck, she was tight. Her arms went around his neck, and she touched her lips softly to his. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch. He sank his cock deep and began to move inside of her. Her hands tighten around his neck, and she began to meet his thrusts. Joe began to relax; the woman beneath him wanted this as bad as he did.

  “Oh,” she whimpered as he pressed forward, his cock going in and out of her.

  “This is so wrong,” she murmured.

  “Is it?” he said as he pulled himself out of her, teasing her as he rubbed his cock over her slit. “This is so wrong?” he teased, taking her mouth and kissing her deeply. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. He hadn’t enjoyed fucking a woman like this in a long time. He kissed of both her cheeks then her lips again. Her hands were soft on the skin of his neck, and her body was warm and soft beneath his. She was all woman; curvy and strong. He had scanned her face, her clear beautiful skin, dark brown eyes, and perfectly arched eyebrows. It was obvious she wore no makeup, and if she belonged to him, he’d insist she’d keep doing without it. She didn’t need it.

  Darlene was earthy, mature, and from what he could see, of European decent. At first, when he lifted her face to his, he thought she looked like a young version of Sophia Loren. As he scanned her face again, he decided that she was even lovelier than the vintage actress. Everything about her aroused him, and he began pumping into her harder. Her body met his every thrust, and now they were fucking hard.

  “Fuck,” he yelled as his balls tightened and became unbearably hard. He was close, so close.

  “Oh, God,” she yelled as her legs tightened around him. “Oh, my,” she cried.

  He thrust into her hard, and then kept pumping as his cock exploded. Her grip on him relaxed, but her climax was evident as her pussy contracted around his cock. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing her softly. Her body trembled at his touch. She felt good in his arms. However, the fact remained he’d stepped over a boundary, one that could ruin his career. What was he going to do to rectify a sticky situation?

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Yes, I’m fine, really, just fine,” she said, pushing him gently from her.

  He realized her intent and pulled out of her gently. His large hands pushed her uniform down over her, covering her. She moved up on the couch, holding her uniform dress down. She bent to pick up her underwear.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered as she folded her underwear and shoved it in her pocket.

  Joe stared at the floor and folded his hands in front of him. He was sober and upset with himself. He’d never pulled any shit like this before. What the hell was he thinking? That was the problem; his alcohol soaked brain wasn’t thinking.

  “Damn,” he said, letting out a breath. “I’m truly sorry. If you want to report me or call the cops, I won’t fight you. This was inexcusable on my part.”

  “I’m not going to do that, Mr. Murphy. I’m as much to blame as you are. I could have gotten free, but …”

  He stopped her and took her hand. “I don’t think so, babe. Once I start, it’s hard for me to stop. I’m sitting here almost naked. I need to get my pants back on.” He stopped and raised his head. His eyes met hers, and she smiled softly at him. Her cheeks had turned a light shade of pink. She was embarrassed; Joe thought it was refreshing. He couldn’t help but smile back.

  He reached across the leather cushion and grabbed his pants. He slid them on quickly then zipped them up. He wanted to turn around, he wanted to apologize again, he’d never felt so damn shitty. Yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about fucking her.

  A woman like Darlene was definitely off limits. She was the kind of woman who deserved a man who could commit. Joe couldn’t commit to anything, not even his career, which he was fucking up royally.

  “I’m sorry. I’ve never done anything like this before.” He ran his hands through his thick head of hair.

  “You mean play with the help,” she said, standing and straightening her uniform. She raised her head and her chin jutted out defiantly, rebutting his statement sarcastically.

  He suppressed a grin. Oh, she had fire, he mused. “No, that’s not at all what I meant. I have never taken advantage of any woman before, and I know that’s what I did here,” he said, watching her facial expressions.

  “Oh …” she hesitated for a second, “I can’t believe that you’d need to take advantage of any woman and that, Mr. Murphy, includes me.” She pushed back her hair and tied it again in her scrunchie.

  He couldn’t miss the rebelliousness, the way she held her head high, and used her hands to smooth her rumpled uniform. Her feet searched for her sneakers, which hadn’t gone far. He watched her naked, pink polished toes, skim the floor discreetly. He could see she tried so hard to be nonchalant. He had no idea what drove him to bend down and pick them up. He was going to hand them to her but again, he had no idea what made him sit her down as he knelt in front of her, taking her foot in his hand and putting her sneaker on.

  “What—are you doing?” she whispered.

  He tilted his head up, “What does it look like? I’m putting on Cinderella’s slippers.” Joe realized that was a fucking stupid thing to say as the words left his mouth. Christ, even when he was trying to be charming, he made an ass of himself. The tears ran down her cheeks as he tied her sneakers. However, she’d made no effort to move. He stood and gave her his hand then wiped a few tears from her face.

  “Darlene, I know I’ve said I’m sorry, but, lady, you were a breath of fresh air.’ With his words came more of her tears. They ran down her cheeks. “Please don’t cry. I hope I didn’t hurt you.” He let go of her hand and kept his distance.

  She smiled. “No, you didn’t hurt me. Oh, God, not in the least, in fact,” she stopped.

  He let out a small laugh, “Okay, that’s good to hear. And it still stands if you need to report me …” She stopped him.

  “Mr. Murphy, I’m fine. I’d never hurt you that way. You’re drunk. Maybe I was a bit responsible also. I mean, I could have stopped you,” she said as she took a small, embroidered handkerchief from her uniform pocket and wiping her cheeks with it.

  “I won’t argue. I’ll respect your decision and be grateful for it,” he said, keeping his distance from her. He tried not to stare at her. Was she attractive? Hell yeah! Did she have a desirable body? Extremely desirable. Darlene was different from the women who flocked around him. First, she was older; her body mature and filled out. When his mouth touched hers, there was certain hesitancy, almost shyness about her, and it was refreshing. When he buried his face in her pussy, he encountered nothing but soft wet folds, and he loved the feel of her thighs around him. He noted the soft ness about her, her clean crisp smell, so natural and alluring.

  Now he was fantasizing. This woman was far too good for him and what he’d done, fucking her the way he had, was wrong. He raised a hand to touch her face one more time, but she stopped him.

  “Well, I’d better get back to work. I’m surprised they haven’t come looking for me.” She backed away from him slowly then turned and quickly left the media room. Joe stared after her then plopped down onto the leather couch. He was still too damn drunk. Or was he? He’d had some strange things happen in his life, this, well this was beyond strange. Yet somehow, the lovely brunette had touched him.

  He let his head touch the back of the couch and he closed his eyes. He’d never wanted to be part of anything other than boxing. He never thought much about relationships. The women he’d had in his life were far from marriage material. The woman who just escaped him was. He must be drunk; his thoughts were on the verge of bizarre. Marriage? He wasn’t the kind of man who could settle down. He needed to clear his head.

&nbs
p; He had thought of sleeping in the media room tonight, but he knew better, and it was time for him to leave. He grabbed his cell phone and called a cab. He needed to get the hell out of there. He’d had bad ideas, but this had been the worst. If you’d gone home, none of this would have transpired. He would have never had a taste of a woman like Darlene. Christ, he really was fucked up. He needed a fight. He needed his brains bashed in.

  Joe raised his head when he heard a noise. Great. He was going to be busted after all. As fate would have it, she peaked inside the media room, and he saw her. He stood. “No need to worry, Darlene. I’m going home.” He fell down onto the sofa again.

  “Oh, dear, do you think you’re driving? I can’t let that happen. I’ll take you home if it’s not too far, or maybe you better sleep here,” she said, coming over and sitting next to him.

  “I’m fine; called a cab, pretty lady.” He had to smile as he watched her cheeks turn a light pink.

  “Then I’ll help you. You’re in no condition to get there by yourself.”

  “I’m fine. I did manage to fuck you, so I think I can get to a cab,” he said, his words slurring together. Fuck, he thought that had to be the coke kicking in.

  “Just the same, I’ll help you. I’d feel better knowing you got home safely,” she said, helping him stand. “Oh, my, you are heavy,” she mumbled.

  “Am I? Didn’t seem to bother you before.” He laughed low and hearty.

  “Mr. Murphy, I think you should keep that mouth shut before I drop you on your ass.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said. Christ. She turned him on. Was he getting hard again? He could blame that on the fucking blow. It was going to be an interesting night.

  Chapter Four

  When Darlene woke up, her body ached all over. She yawned. She hadn’t had a very restful night’s sleep. Memories of Joe Murphy had invaded her dreams. She buried her head in her pillow. Please, she pleaded, let me think of something else, someone else. But there was no one else who could possibly replace the boxer in her mind. Visions of his tight ass haunted her and toned body haunted her dreams.