Serving HIM Vol. 3

by M. S. Parker

“I can’t, Mom.”

  I kept my attention focused on the planner in front of me. I had my tablet flat on the table and both my phone and Dominic’s beneath it as I added a series of meetings, parties, lunches, breakfasts, brunches—Friday was going to be hell. We had breakfast, brunch, lunch and a tea scheduled.

  Tea.

  What in the world was I supposed to wear for tea?

  He was meeting somebody who was flying in from England and I’d been told to set up tea.

  So I’d talked with Amber. While I handled his personal day-to-day schedule, my job was a cakewalk compared to hers. She dealt with the ins and outs of the Winter Corporation and moved from one business to another, depending on which arm needed her the most. Right now, it was Trouver L’Amour and we’d ended up talking to Fawna. Between the three of us—or rather between Amber and Fawna, with me making notes and listening intently, tea was now on the schedule. I rarely had a chance to eat much at these meetings, so I wasn’t worried about eating myself sick.

  No, the real problem was going to be staying on top of everything.

  The meetings were all business related, but that didn’t keep Dominic from keeping both me and Amber with him. It was mentally exhausting and I understood why Fawna had always kept such thorough notes.

  I’d never realized anybody could have a life as complicated as Dominic.

  I was constantly recording details, looking up information and having to dig up information from the previous week.

  It was a good thing I was organized and detail-oriented because Dominic was not.

  Unless…

  A hand landed on my thigh.

  I caught my breath.

  He was staring at me.

  “I’m afraid I can’t do lunch on Friday.”

  Swallowing, I leaned forward and grabbed his phone, bringing up the already crammed schedule and showing it to him. Dominic barely glanced at it. “I’m booked from about seven right up until I plan on dropping down on my couch in the evening with a beer in my hand, Mom.” His fingers traced a path on my inner thigh and my nipples tightened.

  I wanted to lean into his touch, but at the same time, I wanted to put some distance between us.

  His eyes closed and he blew out a breath, but he didn’t stop touching me either. “I’ll have to have Aleena see when my schedule clears up some.” Then he arched a brow and gave me a twisted sort of smile. “Would you like her number, Mom?”

  Even I heard the sharp sound of her No as it cracked through the phone. I frowned.

  His fingers tightened on my thigh for a moment. “Right, then. I’ll get back to you when I have a better idea when I’ll have some free time.”

  He hung up the desk phone without looking, his free hand back to tracing a pattern on my thigh.

  “You realize…” I had to pause and steady my voice before I could continue. It was insanely difficult to concentrate with the nerves in my leg shooting electricity straight up to my groin. “You realize I have absolutely no desire to talk to her, right?”

  “Oh, I know that.” Dominic’s blue eyes glowed with banked need. “And I knew she wouldn’t accept. It got her off the phone, though, didn’t it?”

  He pulled his hand away and said, “We’ve worked enough.” He checked the time and went to stand up.

  “We need to finish making sure all the schedules are down for the next few weeks.” I shook my head even though my body was screaming at me to beg him to touch me again. “You have some meetings in your calendar that aren’t in mine. If you’d let me sync them…”

  “No.” His gaze slid back to the hem of my skirt and I squirmed uncomfortably. He might as well have been looking at me in my underwear, the way he watched me. But after a moment, he sighed and looked back at the agenda. “Okay, let’s finish—or at least find a stopping point. Oh, leave some time open the first week in April.”

  “April?” I waited for more information, but he just made a low noise of affirmation in his throat.

  Sighing, I continued to go through the calendars, checking things off and asking a few questions. Sometimes, it took him a couple of minutes to think back. The man was so sharp, it astounded me sometimes, but I’d come to realize his brain was like a giant metal filing cabinet. All the information was there, but he had to flip through the folders to find it because he was already on to something else.

  Restless, I raised from my chair, stretching my legs as I leaned forward, one hand braced as I finished flipping through the tablet. The calendar on it was the main one. Dominic might not let me sync his to mine, but once I had everything from his agenda transferred to this one, I’d just sync this one to mine and be done with it.

  Everything matched up—

  I gasped as Dominic slid his hand up my leg, under my skirt.

  “Dominic, we’re in the—”

  “Sir.”

  I swallowed. We'd spent some time discussing the role he'd be teaching me. Once I'd been sure he understood I would only be submissive when it came to sex, I'd been fine with it. I just hadn't realized that sex would be taking place outside of the house or a hotel room.

  “Say it, Aleena.”

  “Sir…” It came out in a slow, shaky breath and heat exploded through me as he cupped my ass. “Sir, we’re in the office.”

  “I know. I locked the door earlier.”

  Instinctively, I glanced at the door and then I found myself staring at the windows. The nearest building wasn’t that far away. “The windows.”

  “Nobody can see in. Privacy treatment.” His finger brushed against the soft cotton of my panties. “I want to fuck you here, Aleena. If you don’t want me to take you standing up, bend over my desk.” He paused and then asked, “You remember the word?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Bend over.”

  I did. I felt his hands on my skirt, but he didn’t pull it down. He pushed it up, baring my simple black panties. I wished I'd worn something sexier, but I hadn't been thinking I'd be doing this at work today.

  “I’ve been watching you in this skirt all day and thinking about doing just this,” he said. “Pushing it up and staring at you, open for me, then sliding my dick inside you. Would you like me to do that?”

  I nodded then gasped as he brought his hand down on my ass. “Yes, sir!”

  “Keep your voice down,” he warned.

  I sensed more than heard him standing up and then he bent over me, his hands on either side of my shoulders, his body covering me.

  “I want to hear you tell me what you want, Aleena. Be a good little Sub and do that for me.”

  Heat flooded my face and I darted a glance at him. “I…” Swallowing, I hesitantly said, “I want you to…”

  “Slide my dick in you,” he prompted. “Tell me you want to feel my cock inside you.”

  He’d barely touched me and I was already wet and aching for him, just from that. “I want to feel your cock inside me…sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  He pulled down my panties, carefully helping me step out of them, and then placed them on the table—arranged them, like he was placing them on display. “I’m going to put them in my pocket when we’re done,” he told me. “You’re going to walk out of here with nothing under your skirt. Am I understood?”

  I nodded.

  His theatrical sigh left my skin prickling in anticipation and he slapped me, hard and fast, three times on my ass. “I think you like being punished, Aleena.”

  “Yes, sir.” And it was true. When we were like this, I understood that while he was in control, I did have my own power. Obedience. My safe word.

  His soft laugh drew my nipples tight.

  “Don’t move.”

  I didn’t dare. I wasn’t even sure if I could.

  I heard the foil rip and knew he was getting a condom ready. As much as I hated having anything between us, I knew there was no swaying him and now, I didn’t care. If he was putting a rubber on, that meant he’d be inside me soon.

  I felt the
head of his cock probing me and I whimpered.

  He stopped.

  He didn’t just stop, either.

  He pulled out entirely and turned me to face him.

  Shaking with need and nerves, I stared at him. I didn't understand.

  “You have to be quiet.” He smoothed my hair back from my face as he looked at me. “Can you be quiet, Aleena?”

  Now I got it. Ducking my head, I whispered, “I don’t know, sir.”

  It was becoming instinctive now, calling him sir when we were like this. I clamped my knees together when he stroked his thumb over my lip. “I’ll help you,” he said after a moment, his voice firm, as if he’d made a decision.

  “Help…” And then I watched numbly as he reached up and started to loosen his tie.

  He caught sight of my expression. I don’t know if I looked terrified or excited. It was a mixture of both. He continued what he was doing and stopped when the tie hung loose around his neck. He cupped my face and leaned in, the touch of his mouth surprisingly gentle considering the tension I could feel radiating off of him.

  “I…” Licking my lips, I whispered against his mouth. “If you use that, how can…um…I can’t say…um…the word if you have me gagged?”

  “Does the idea of being gagged scare you?” There was genuine concern in his voice and I knew he was remembering what had happened last night.

  “A little.” A lot.

  “And does it turn you on?”

  “A little.” A lot.

  That smile—that arrogant, pleased smile that I was coming to love—curled his lips. He kissed me again, just a brief one but a bit harder. “Then trust me.”

  He reached behind me and a moment later, he was pushing my panties in my hands. “You’re going to hold onto these. If you want me to stop at any time, you just drop them. I’ll see it and I’ll stop. Okay?”

  Nervous, I clamped the damp cotton in my hands and nodded. “Okay.”

  “Yes, sir,” he reminded me, pressing his thumb to my lip.

  “Yes, sir.”

  It was the last thing I would say for some time.

  He used the tie as a gag. My heart was already racing and heat flooded my face as my phone chirped. “You’re not available,” Dominic said, no emotion in his voice. A moment later, the desk phone rang and he repeated himself as he finished adjusting the tie.

  It cut ever so slightly into the corners of my mouth. “Is that comfortable?”

  I shrugged and his eyes darkened for a moment.

  “I can't know if it hurts if you're not honest. Don't tell me what you think I want to hear.” He slid his finger under the edge of the tie at the side of my mouth and frowned. The gag loosened ever so slightly and he ran his fingers over my cheek. “I'm not a sadist. I don't want you in pain. I want to control your pleasure.”

  Well, damn, if that didn't just make me even more wet.

  “Now, are you going to be honest with me?”

  I nodded and that smile flashed again.

  The desk phone rang again as I stood there, skirt up over my ass, my panties in my hands while Dominic’s tie served as a gag. It didn't feel real.

  Dominic watched me intently as he reached out, but he didn’t answer the phone. He pushed the intercom button and when Amber answered, he said, “We’re in the middle of something complicated here and we’re going to be tied up for a little while. Take messages for all calls.” He paused, grinned at me and then added, “Actually, just turn off the phone for the day.”

  There was a faint pause and both of us heard the surprise and then pleasure in her response. “Yes, sir, Mr. Snow.”

  When he let go, he focused all the intensity of those blue eyes on me.

  “Now…” he murmured, bending down to whisper in my ear. “Where were we?”

  I took a deep breath in through my nose to brace myself. Or at least that was my intent.

  He spun me around and bent me over, my hands automatically going out to brace myself. It took only seconds and before my head stopped wheeling around, he was already balls-deep inside me.

  I screamed into the gag.

  He pulled out and drove in again with near-bruising force. I arched up, my body straining to take him, whimpering low in my throat.

  He fucked me hard and rough and fast and I screamed and moaned and mentally cursed the gag that kept me from begging him for more.

  ***

  The next day, I worked at home alone.

  Dominic had a day full of international business meetings and he’d been up well before dawn, out the door by six.

  My body was still singing with the aches from our…ah…desk play yesterday, but I felt more than a little wistful as I stood staring into the empty kitchen.

  No notes.

  No messages on the machine.

  He was focused on business and I wasn't on his mind at all.

  After a breakfast of toast and tea, I sat down to get to work and ended up not stopping until I heard a perfunctory knock on the door and realized it was time for Francisco to make one of his regular appearances.

  I caught sight of him, juggling bags and two gallons of milk.

  Rushing over to help, I smiled at him. “Heya, ‘Cisco.”

  “Aleena.” He beamed at me. Unlike most of the staff Dominic hired, he was just a few years older than me and didn’t insist on tagging Miss onto my name.

  “You got anything yummy planned for us this week?”

  “Don’t I always?”

  Ready for a distraction, I helped him unpack the food he’d brought and answered the door when one of the doormen from downstairs hauled in the rest of his purchases. Francisco didn’t just prepare the meals for Dominic. He also did the weekly shopping, insisting that he’d prepare better meals if we had quality ingredients on hand.

  I had to admit, I tended to cook more if there was fresh produce and meats lying around. I hated to see anything go to waste.

  “How’s the saxophone player you’re seeing?” I asked him as I pulled out bags of tomatoes and red bell peppers, celery and carrots.

  He wagged his eyebrows at me. “She is…amazing, Aleena. Amazing. I think she’s an angel who fell from the skies.”

  “Please tell me you didn’t use that line on her.”

  “Of course not.” He puffed out his thin chest. “I wanted her to say Yes, Cisco. I’ll go out to dinner with you, Cisco. And eventually, I’ll marry you, Cisco. Cheesy lines like that won’t get me anywhere, bella.”

  I grinned at him.

  “You’re going to let me teach you how to cook today?”

  I eyed my work. I'd already done a lot and I probably wouldn’t be able to work when he was here anyway. He liked to sing to himself when he cooked, and staying on key was not one of his talents. “Sure. Let’s cook.”

  ***

  “So…”

  I lay in the tub, staring up at the ceiling and listening to Molly on the Bluetooth. “So…everything seems fine.”

  “Anything else happen with the monster mom?”

  I reached for my wine and made a face she couldn't see. “No.”

  I didn't want to talk about me. I wanted a distraction. I couldn't see outside, but I could read a clock. Dominic should've been home hours ago.

  “But you two are okay?”

  “I…I think so. The guy doesn’t understand relationships, Moll. I’ve never in been one, but I think he just doesn’t…get them. And there’s some messed up shit between him and his mom. I told him how I felt about everything and it was like I’d hit him across the head.” I frowned, thinking about some of the reactions he’d had and then shaking my head. “I’ll tell you one thing—if he had anybody decent around him when he was growing up, it was probably a miracle.”

  “He gets it, though, right? That he hurt you?”

  “Yeah. He—” I went quiet at the sound of my name. “Hold on, Moll.”

  I muted the conversation and called out. “I’m…um…I’m upstairs. Hold on…”

  I
unmuted. “I think I need to go. I’m in the tub and he’s calling for me. Probably some work that came up.”

  She snorted. “Yeah, I bet it’s work that came up.” She disconnected while I half-choked on a protest I didn't really believe.

  I went to stand up and the door opened.

  Immediately, I sank back down in the water, my face flushed.

  Dominic stood there, a small smile on his lips.

  “Um…I…”

  He held a plate of pasta in his hands and, eyes on me, leaned his shoulder against the door, making it clear he wasn't going anywhere. “I’m interrupting. Please continue.”

  “Ah…”

  He swirled some linguine around a fork and I watched as he slid it between his lips. No one should be able to make eating pasta look that sexy. “Don’t let me stop you.”

  “I’m just taking a bath,” I said lamely. Water lapped at my breasts. A moment ago, my nipples had been soft from the water, but now they were tight and the motion of the water felt like a caress.

  “Then take it. I was going to ask you to go over a few things while I ate, but…” His gaze slid lower.

  When his eyes returned to my face, we were both breathing harder. “Do you want me to leave?” he asked softly.

  I opened my mouth, about ready to tell him yes. What came out shocked the hell out of me.

  “The first time I took a bath in here, I lay in this tub, touching myself and thinking about you.”

  His eyes flashed. Hot and bright. Harsh flags of color rode his cheeks, but his voice was calm as he said, “Is that a fact, Ms. Davison?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He casually took another bite of his pasta and came into the bathroom, looking as comfortable and at ease as he would in the boardroom of the Winter Corporation.

  “Tell me,” he said, leaning back against the deep green marble that made up the sink. “Just how did you go about this?”

  I bit my lip and then slid my hand down my belly.

  “I asked for you to tell me, not give me a demonstration.”

  I had to pause and take a deep breath before I could say anything. “I touched myself…sir.”

  “So you’ve said. But how did you do it?”

  “With my fingers. Inside my…” I licked my lips. I'd never said anything like this before. “Inside my pussy. And I touched my clitoris.”