His to Command

“No … please, Sir.” Oh, God, but she needed him inside her.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, I’m sorry, Sir.”

She heard his steps retreating. Oh, damn, he really was going to punish her by leaving her turned on and frustrated. She drew in deep breaths, not daring to move. Hoping he would come back.

Then he returned and she felt blazing hot, rock-hard flesh press against her slick opening and drive deep inside her. She cried out at the exquisite feel of his invasion. He pushed her hard against the desk, his shaft pinning her from inside. Then she felt his hand glide over her round ass, then between her cheeks. He dipped a finger in beside his cock, then drew his glazed digit upward until he found her other opening. He pressed against it, then slid inside.

She sucked in a breath as he swirled his finger inside her tight opening, his huge cock still filling her vagina. A spiral of pleasure swept within her at each whirl of his finger. Rich, vibrant pleasure.

“Oh, God, that feels so good.” She practically clamped her hand over her mouth. Would he now withdraw again, to punish her properly?

But his cock was so hard, he must be aching to release inside her.

He drew back, sliding his cock along her passage, sending a quiver of intense pleasure through her. Then he drove impossibly deep, his engorged cock filling her so full she thought she’d burst from the intense pleasure.

His finger slid from her ass and he grasped her hips. He began to thrust deeply. In and out until she felt as if she would pass out.

“Tell me how much you want me to fuck you,” he demanded.

“Oh, yes, I do, Sir.” She gasped as he jolted deep. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh, God, Kate, you are so fucking sexy.”

She gasped again as pleasure swelled through her. “Oh, yes. You’re going to make me come.”

“Fuck, yeah.” He drove into her faster. “Tell me.” He groaned as his cock stroked her insides. “Tell me when.”

As his cock entered her again and again like a big, solid piston, she cried out, her passage clenching tight around him.

“Now, Sir.” She gasped as pleasure expanded through her like a shock wave. “You’re making me come … now.” She wailed the last word as blissful sensations exploded through her.

Kate lay in her bed staring at the ceiling, her breathing heavy. Damn, she definitely missed the sex. But even when she’d tried to take control—even thought she had succeeded—he’d still managed to dominate her.

* * *

The next couple of weeks were hectic, but Kate didn’t mind. Keeping busy helped keep her mind off Matt.

What kept her busiest was trying to find an investor for her company.

She sat at her desk, staring at the big red circle on the calendar two weeks from today. The contractual deadline to buy out her partner was fast approaching and if she didn’t find an investor before then, she’d have to sell the business.

Her chest constricted. She really didn’t want to do that. She’d worked hard to build up her small consulting firm, and it meant the world to her. It gave her a sense of accomplishment. It made her feel successful.

She’d moved to Connecticut two years ago because she’d needed the work. Things had been going well at the firm she’d worked at, but suddenly she’d found herself laid off. While she’d always been able to find consulting contracts before, they had suddenly become very scarce. A friend had told her about a project in Connecticut and, as much as she didn’t want to leave New York, she’d finally had to face the fact that she had no choice.

The project had been perfect for her and her clients were extremely happy. They’d asked her to manage another, bigger, project, and soon she found herself bringing in other consultants to work under her. One of her associates suggested that they partner up and form a company and take on staff of their own. That was the start of her now-successful business, and she didn’t want to lose it.

She stood up and walked to the window, then stared out at the snowy landscape beyond. What was she going to do? She’d worked too hard to make this business a success to lose it now. She clenched her fists. She had to find a way.

The phone rang and she crossed to her desk and picked up the phone.

“Kate, there’s a Mr. Elliott, president of Facts and Figures Inc., on the phone for you.”

She wasn’t familiar with the company. “Thanks, Ann. Put the call through.”

Ann connected them.