He resumed his strokes and pulled harder, gripping himself tight. I leaned forward, entranced, waiting for his invitation. He pulled away to make sure I didn’t touch as he circled his perfect, throbbing dick and pumped.
I couldn’t believe the sight in front of me. In all of my wildest sexual imagination, I’d never pictured anything like it. I was stunned by his boldness and at the same time not surprised at all after his display at the club. He towered over me as I sat there appraising him, an inferno of need growing hot inside me.
He pulled at himself as he watched me watch him. “You see, there are bad men out there who will not hesitate to pull the trigger…rape, steal, and climb with hungry claws to get to where they want to be.”
I was so turned on I could barely get the words out as he cupped, stroked, and claimed his cock without any help. Unable to hold back, I put my hands on his thighs and licked my lips as I looked up at him.
“And you are one of them?”
Suddenly, he jerked my head forward, and I parted my lips. He yanked a handful of my hair and tilted my head back, commanding my eyes on his as he slid his full length into my mouth. I took it eagerly, licking and sucking as my pussy pulsed out of control. The salty taste of him spurred me on as I felt him harden further. He watched my mouth with molten eyes as I finished him without hesitation. I couldn’t control it, and I didn’t want to.
“No.” He smirked down at me as I bobbed and sucked eagerly. “I am the man who stomps on those men with my heel.” He fisted my hair tighter and shot his hot release into my eager mouth as I consumed every drop, cursing my desire for him. Daniello leaned in as I savored the rest of him and placed a gentle, lasting kiss on my lips. Liquid brown eyes burned into mine as I rubbed my thighs together.
“I will be good to you. I will be as honest as I can, and when the time comes, I will end it,” he declared. “I am giving you the choice to start something only I will finish, and when I finish it, it will be over, Taylor.” I was still entranced and equally disheartened as he zipped his pants and brushed his thumb over my lip. Cornering my desk, he grabbed his suit jacket and slipped it on. “Think about it. Think about me.” As soon as those words were out, he was gone.
That night, I lay in bed, doing nothing but fantasizing about Daniello. He wanted to share time? I already knew I would agree to what he offered. What I was pondering were his conditions. Though he disguised it in a gentlemen’s way, and only after he’d spit his cum down my throat, he’d given me a clear indication that he would be in charge. Sexual control was a different story.
I could very easily let him objectify my body, but giving him the ability to control our situation and the nature of our relationship down to the point of where it would end, that was an entirely different kind of power.
Still, I loved having his silky, huge cock in my mouth. Even then, I wasn’t in control. I’d spent hours cursing my stupidity and inability to handle myself.
But wasn’t that what I was looking for? A man who could easily take the reins as I lost myself in him? I’d given him so much power over me in showing my arousal, my need for him, and my eagerness to please him.
Daniello was a force to be reckoned with. Could this finally be the man who topped me in every way?
Had I let him make a fool out of me or had I simply given into what I wanted?
Indecisiveness was not my forte.
I could keep things strictly sexual. That wasn’t an issue for me, never really had been since I started college. Lazarus was really my only reciprocal experience with matters of the heart. And my other experience…well, it was far from the norm.
I’d never, not once in my life, uttered the word love in declaration to any man.
So Daniello wanted to share time with me. He’d clearly told me he was dangerous. And from what he’d gathered from me so far, I was all bark and no bite. I actually liked that fact.
It could make things extremely interesting.
Okay, Mr. Di Giovanni, let’s share some time.
“You son of a bitch,” I heard Nina yell from her office as I passed by it the next morning. I laughed along with Devin as I heard a small crash and the breaking of glass. I paused by the door to make sure my girl was holding her own.
“Do not throw that, Nina. I simply asked you a question.” I could hear the amusement in Devin’s voice.
“And the answer is no. Get out of my office!”
“Jesus, woman, you are insane,” he scoffed as the knob twisted and the door opened. Devin gave me a raised brow as he caught me eavesdropping.
“Good morning, Devin.” I smiled as Nina fumed behind him. “I see you are leaving her in a good mood for me today.”
Devin was a beautiful man. I’d always thought so, even when I was tempted to kill him for the hell he’d put Nina through. I noted his impeccable dress as he shook his head slowly back and forth while Nina muttered obscenities behind him.
He gave me a smug grin as he spoke. “You know, you think the woman would be grateful to be asked to be the next Mrs. McIntyre.”
“Well…” I paused trying to hide my chuckle. “The last one did end up in the nut house.”
“True.” He grinned wickedly as he looked back at Nina. “So I take it that’s a no?” He winced as she lifted her stapler. “Okay, baby, see you at home.” He turned to me with a nod. “Taylor.”
“Give her time.” I winked as he retreated down the hall toward the elevator.