Ceding Control: Part 3
She's always avoided parties. From her school days to now, she's stayed away from sleepovers, birthdays, and any events filled with gossip, drama, and lack of food, or just plain unpleasantness. However, this was a different kind of party - the company party.
The alcohol was kept moderate to ensure no one did anything she'd regret. The music was decent enough, a blend of modern enough tunes without being vulgar. But the main draw was the sight of him in that suit.
"Why did you have to make this a formal event?" he complained, tugging at his tie. "This necktie is like a boa constrictor."
"Just relax and have a drink," she murmured, her lips turning up slightly. "It's a party. And we don't have to stay long. Just enough to be seen here. And enough to enjoy the view." Her gaze had been on him all night, taking in all the details as subtly as she could without revealing herself.
Jessica O'Hara, with her bright red hair pulled up in a plait, wore a long, dark green dress that hugged her curvy figure. She was 5'7", but looked tiny next to her 6'0" secretary. Understandably so.
Standing beside her, he wore a dark black three-piece suit, with his hair slicked back and his beard freshly trimmed. The greys in his hair gave him an air of refinement that made him even more handsome.
Bending down, he quietly spoke to her. The way his breath teased her skin always made her tingle. "If you keep staring at my ass, I'll make sure yours is redder than it is."
Fighting the urge to turn bright red, she managed not to. "You know better than to threaten me with a good time," she thought, taking a deep breath to calm herself.
He and Jessica separated to mingle with others, and as the evening progressed, the alcohol flowed more freely. Finally, the dance floor became active. She knew better than to dance in her heels, but when he was dragged out there, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.
She wasn't dense. She knew the other women in the company found him attractive. But as she watched him, she could see how uneasy he was, not really being an extrovert.
When Julia, known as the office slut, began to dance provocatively with him, she could feel her feet start to move involuntarily. Her anger rose as she watched him.
"Julia," growled Jessica, her tone biting. "If you realize he's been trying to get away from you for the last few minutes, you'll understand that he's not interested in you."
Everyone stared at them, amazed at the silence that suddenly gripped the room. The music had stopped.
"What? We were just having fun, right?" Julia slurred, trying to play it cool. But when she looked up at him, she could see he was not into her.
"Fine," she huffed, grabbing another drink before walking away. "Stupid bitch."
Her face flushed in anger, her eyes widened, and her temper was on the verge of exploding. But when he turned to face her, she saw the anger and warning in his eyes and everything inside her deflated. She turned around and left the room.
The crowd was stunned by the lack of a fight. They wondered what had stopped the ticking time bomb. But twenty minutes later, he found her in her office, pacing the floor and cursing Julia and her entire family.
"Jesus Christ, who does she think she is grinding that fat ass of hers all over you like that? Her faux boobs smashing against you? It was like she was fucking your leg in full view of the whole damn company!"
He sat in stony silence, listening to her vent her anger, knowing he could only control so much of it. And when she finally ran out of steam, he got up and pressed a single button on her computer. Jazz music filled the air, replacing her anger with a soothing calmness.
He moved toward her, wrapping his massive arms around her and guiding her in a slow circle. The scent of his body with the lingering cologne comforted her and she buried her head in his chest, relishing in the warmth and strength. "No one had any right to treat you that way," she said, the last bit of anger leaving her as she moved with him.
"Take a breath, Kitten," he said, his voice laced with pride. "You handled that situation better than anyone could have predicted. You avoided being arrested and sued for assault by walking away."
She smiled into his chest, filled with relief. "Thank you, Sir," she murmured, still taking him in.
Their slow circle continued until the music was about to end. He bent down then and kissed her, his lips gentle and soft, a completely different style than the rough domination she was used to. And as they kissed, she felt her limbs growing weaker, her breath slowing down.
But her need only grew stronger. Her kissing became more urgent, her greed consuming her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She began to moan as their kissing grew deeper and more sensual, desperate for release. "Fuck me, Sir," she gasped, unwrapping her arms and opening her legs.
Her gripping hand proved that she'd prepared for this, his large member throbbing in her palm. The sight of his erection made her realize how willing she was to body her body. "I need to feel you inside me," she panted, pulling up her dress.
He picked her up, still kissing her, and gently placed her on the desk. Their bodies heated the room as her legs wrapped around his waist and she began to grind against him.
"I have no underwear, Kitten," he said, watching her with a mix of mischief and pride in his eyes. "You planned this." She gasped from the invasive thought.
He slid inside her, stretching her wide and pushing further and further. Her screams filled the room as she tried to hold onto the desk and take him. "If you could only hear the sounds she was making, how loud and how good this feels...it's not every day he sees her this aroused," she thought.
No sooner than she began to adjust, he pushed deeper, sending shivers through her. "You wanted it hard, right? You wanted to feel full and claimed," he growled, hers words echoing in her mind.
He picked up his pace, his hips thrusting harder and deeper, feeling the familiar place near her core. The orgasm was swift and tough, so intense it immobilized her. All she could do was grip the chair, breathing heavily.
But he wasn't going to relent. He put her ankles on his shoulders, leaned in, and in one swift movement, thrust with ferocity that left her gasping, spasming, her nails digging into the wood.
He continued, his rhythm strong, her mind lost in a sea of passion as her limbs trembled and her cries became muffled. Seconds later, her body shook as another burst of ecstasy overtook her.
Still inside her, he silenced her with a hand over her mouth. "You know how I can't always resist making you moan," he said right before releasing her lips for another loud, trembling groan. She couldn't remember the last time an orgasm made her cry so hard, it spoke volumes to the intensity.
Finally, he slowed down, letting her emotional state calm before speaking. "You did amazing tonight, Kitten. You were so good." Her eyes shone with gratitude as she thought of the praise. "And you wanted it so bad...it's worth it to make you scream like that."
"You're a good girl," he said to her, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. She attempted to kiss back, but with her lacking energy, it was only half-hearted. "Now, turn around so I can have you from behind."
Her sudden request threw her off, but as he separated from her, she was flipped over and spanked quickly. "Yes," she cried out, renewing her voice as she felt the hardness of his erection return.
The switch in positions made her scream once more. He didn't ease up as before, just used her. He was really claiming her as his own, the sound of his hips slamming against her bottom echoing throughout her office.
The satisfaction it brought her back to her edge. "Fill me, Sir. Use me. Shoot deep inside of me," she begged, not caring about her sensitivity or soreness. Right now, she craved one thing.
Her encouragement pushed him further, fucking her harder until he reached his pleasure. She felt the hot tongues of his sperm hit her uterus, sending her into her own orgasm again. Each powerful shot of his climax deepened within her until he eventually finished.
Releasing her hair, she toppled onto her desk, her eyes empty, her smile evident, and her laughter scattered. She was high from her orgasm and he knew it wouldn't end anytime soon.
The only changes were the soft groans she made as he withdrew, with a mass of his seed dripping from her and staining her desk. She remained there, completely sated.
So, he did what he always did. He picked her up, cleaned her as best as he could, sat her on his lap, and stroked her until she came back down from her high. "Thank you, Sir," she whispered as she regained consciousness. She knew that he pampered her, but she wasn't sure if she should say it, or how.
"I think I'm falling in love with you..."