Shield's Submissive (3 page)

“You’re dripping wet. I can feel you coating my fingers.” His thumb grazed her swollen clit. The opening of her pussy fluttered against his fingers. He slowly slid one inside, holding her still as she began to push her hips for more beneath him. She was seeping desire all over his hand.

Dear God, I’ve never felt anything so perfect.

“I’m going to make you come, sweetheart. I’m going to push these fingers up inside this hot, tight, wet cunt of yours and make you scream with pleasure.”

He sealed their lips together while simultaneously thrusting two fingers inside, stroking the plush tissues. His tongue licked inside her mouth in the same back and forth rhythm as his fingers. Every once in a while, he let his thumb graze over her clit. Her fingers threaded into his hair, and she rode his hand. He knew she was getting close. Soft little moans and cries escaped her mouth every time they separated for a moment. Her channel tensed around him, and her fingers clenched. He reached high inside and found her G-spot.

“Come.”

He wiggled his fingers back and forth until she slammed her head back against the sofa and released a lyrical cry unlike any music he’d ever heard. The contractions of her orgasm squeezed his fingers so tightly he shuddered at the thought of how it would feel around his cock. Slowly, he pulled from her hot channel then lifted his fingers to his mouth and tasted the sweetness unique to Erica.

“You taste like pure gold. Next time, I’m going to lick all that sweet cream directly from you.”

Erica watched in fascination as he continued to lick his fingers clean. No man had ever made her come like she had in his arms. For a moment, she’d actually seen bright flashes of colour and thought she would pass out.

Slowly, realisation of what they’d just done set in.

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“Mark, what just happened was incredible, but I don’t think it’s smart for us to get involved. We have too much at risk professionally. We have several major campaigns we’re working on over the next several weeks, and I don’t want to deal with any personal fallouts at the office.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart. Not only are we going to be involved, but now that I’ve had a sample of what we can do together, I’m going to push your responses as far as possible. I’m going to take you long and hard and deep, over and over again, as often as possible. I’m going to fuck you at home, in the car, in the elevators and everywhere else in between.”

Erica listened to Mark’s declaration with one part pure lust and anticipation and another part fear. “What if that’s not what I want? A relationship between us, even if only sexual, won’t risk to your professional future here at AA, but I’m not as secure. I refuse to risk my future for a few hot nights between the sheets.”

His eyes turned hard but continued to burn with desire. “I would never abuse your professionalism or place you in a position of vulnerability here. I would hope you know me better than that. What we share will be ours and ours alone. There’s no need to flaunt it during work hours, but I will not pretend we never shared this incredible hour. I’ve never experienced someone responding to me the way you just did. I’ve never felt someone literally fall apart around my hand, and I’ll be damned if I’ll never experience it again because of the potentiality of interoffice politics. You’re V.P. of Graphic Imaging, and I’m a partner in the firm. There’s no rule that says we can’t have a personal relationship.”

Erica thought about what he’d said and took a deep breath, deciding to take a leap of faith. “I know you’d never jeopardise my position, but there are others who might if they learn of this behaviour. If we’re going to proceed with an affair, then I request that we do so only after hours for now. I’m going to go home, get my glass of chilled wine and read a book before trying to get some sleep tonight. I want you to consider hard if this is really what you want or if it’s just your hormones talking. I’ll see you tomorrow at the early meeting.”

Erica stood, adjusted her clothing and slipped on her shoes. As she was about to walk out the door, she glanced back at him still on the sofa, “Oh, and you should know my responses tonight were as unique to me as they were to you.”

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* * * *

Mark was so damn frustrated he could barely process what had just happened. Intent on getting rid of his hard-on, he unzipped and pulled out his cock. He looked over at the door Erica had left open and thought briefly about getting up to close it, but really didn’t care. He knew he was the only one left in the building. His dick was desperate for release. It was flushed dark red and leaking. He used his own pre-cum as a lubricant and began to stroke. Running his hand up and down his length, he gave a little squeeze on the upstroke over the top of the head. He closed his eyes as he recalled the hot liquid of Erica’s channel around his fingers and the intoxicating taste as he had licked himself clean. Pulling harder and faster, he shifted his hips and thrust up into his hand. He still tasted her on his tongue, could still detect her scent on his skin. He just needed a little something more to send him over the edge.

Reaching down to cup his balls, he slid one finger to the sensitive patch of skin just beneath. Using one finger, he pushed up to stimulate his prostate from the outside. His orgasm rolled down his spine. He followed the path with his mind and continued to thrust and rub with each motion of his hips. The sensation suddenly shot up the length of his dick, and with a roar, he threw back his head and his hot release erupted over his fingers. He gentled his motions but continued to feed the orgasm riding out the aftershocks until it finally subsided.

* * * *

Erica walked into the conference room with two cups of hot coffee from the local Starbucks in her hands. Mark was at the table with papers already spread out for review. As she walked towards him, she let a small smile cross her lips. She was sadistically pleased to see that Mark looked about as fatigued as she felt. She held out her peace offering.

“Sorry for abandoning you last night. I swear I’ve never left someone like that before. It was extremely inconsiderate and selfish.”

He took the coffee cup from her, and his fingers lingered on hers as he thanked her.

Erica pulled her hand away but continued to stand close to his body. She watched as his eyes ignited with the memories of their hour spent together the previous evening, the look similar SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

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to combustible fluid hovering on the surface of water, waiting for the spark to send it into flames.

“Last night, you asked me if after deliberating the situation I still wanted to pursue a relationship with you. Nothing I thought of convinced me to change my mind. I want you. I will do everything in my power to have you, but I have some conditions of my own. I’ll keep our affair secret for now, but know this…I will push you. I will challenge you.”

Erica’s breathing became shallow. She watched his eyes darken with anticipation and desire, but to a casual observer, their conversation would appear as innocuous as a simple business discussion. One of their associates walked into the conference room to find his seat at the table. Both she and Mark glanced in his direction to see if he’d caught the tension filling the room, but the man seemed either uninterested or oblivious. Walking to the other side of the table, Erica placed her files at her choice of a seat, which was several down from Mark’s. He smiled at her power ploy.

As Erica presented her proposal, Mark’s gaze closely watched her. His facial expressions were that of an attentive professional, but fire lurked just beneath his gaze. More than once, she lost track of her thoughts when she caught his intent expression. His fingers would absently graze over his lips, and she remembered how they felt against hers. He took a sip of his coffee, and she was mesmerised by the movement of his throat as he swallowed.

It was way too easy to picture the two of them in the room alone…

He sat in the executive chair with her straddling his hips as they devoured each other, sipping
and savouring each other’s tastes. If things got really wild, he’d lift her onto the table and fuck her just
like he promised last night. His hard cock would slide deep. Maybe he would hold her hands down so
she couldn’t touch him or he’d flip her over to take her from behind. His guttural voice would
command her to touch herself to get off faster so they wouldn’t be caught.

Moisture pooled and small contractions fluttered through her womb. Forcing herself to focus on the job, she completed her presentation in a manner she hoped appeared professional. At the end, she looked up at him and saw he was amused by her disjointed presentation.

Mark stood to give his presentation when Erica had finished. The entire time she’d talked, he had watched the sunlight filter through the east-facing windows and shift over her SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

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pale skin. As always, she wore a business suit in soft but appealing colours. The cut of the coat pulled in at her waist, and the straight skirt conformed to the subtle flair of her hips.

He’d intermittently daydreamed about the hour they had spent together the night before and the next time he was going to get his hands on her. He’d occasionally caught her scent drifting through the air of the conference room. The sultry smell made him so hard he swore he would have passed out had he been standing. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice if he was more mentally absent this morning than usual.

They walked by each other as she headed for her seat and he moved to the front of the room. He leaned over and, while appearing to impart some important business, whispered into her ear, “How wet are you?”

She gasped, and he caught the scent of her arousal. As he stood at the front of the room, he saw a devilish grin on her face. Every time he looked at her throughout the presentation, she leaned forward, and he’d catch the briefest glimmer of her lacy bra under her suit lapel.

She licked the crumbs off her top lip every time she took a bite out of her breakfast muffin. It drove him insane, and he could tell she knew it. Finally, he locked onto her gaze and exchanged a look that promised retribution. Her eyes flared, and her cheeks flushed.

Fortunately, due to the early nature of the meeting, everyone was still groggy and not paying any particular attention to their silent game.

When lunchtime rolled around, Mark decided it was time to kidnap Erica. He headed towards her office, knowing she’d be sitting behind her desk, probably working on some layout. She wasn’t where he predicted, but he caught a glimpse of her walking down the hall and went to intercept her.

She was being stalked. Erica felt him behind her, closing the distance, his penetrating gaze on the back of her head. Her steps quickened. She was determined to not to readily succumb to his clutches. Leaning into the handle of the door, she slipped into the stairwell.

Her feet flew down the stairs that led to the lower level of the offices. As she reached the bottom, she heard the door above her open.

“You can run, little one, but I’m coming for you.”

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She opened the door in front of her but didn’t go through. Instead, she let it close, and she hid behind the stairs. She heard his steps purposeful and strident coming down the treads. Peeking around her hiding spot, she saw him pause just before opening the door.

His head lifted, and she swore he scented the air surrounding them. His chiselled face in profile, she saw him smirk

“Close but no cigar. I can smell you, my dear. I can smell your scent. The apple blossom shampoo and vanilla lotion you favour.”

His broad body turned, and his stare penetrated her hiding spot. He reached her corner beneath the stairwell then, snaking his muscled forearm around her waist, he spun her around so her back was moulded to his chest. Walking forward, he pinned her to the wall.

“You thought you could escape? You thought I wouldn’t seek retribution for this morning’s antics?”

His lips dropped to her neck, his teeth lightly scoring behind her ear. One hand bunched up her skirt to lift it around her hips. He groaned when his hand caressed the skin bared by her thong.

“I see you came prepared for easy access. For this, you shall be rewarded.”

Mark separated their bodies only to grasp her hands and placed them on the wall, exerting pressure with the silent demand for her to keep them there. Her body was slightly bent forward. Kneeling down behind her, he slid the lace of her thong away, and she heard him inhale. At the first touch of his tongue against her pussy, she gasped.

“Mark, we can’t do this here. Anyone could come through that door!”

“You’re right. They could. But we
will
do this here. The spicy scent of your desire does not lie—you want this. You want me.”

Damn him, he was right. She did want that which only he could give. His tongue licked around her opening. His hands kept her legs spread so he had unrestricted access to her weeping centre. He latched on to her labia, his open mouth engulfed her entire pussy and he thrust his tongue inside her. Her fingertips gripped into the mortar of the concrete-bricked walls. Her neck arched, a silent scream gasping from her throat at the sudden explosion of sensation that racked her body.

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Erica’s vagina convulsed as hot, silky liquid gushed into his mouth. He groaned in acceptance and delight at her response. His tongue lashed down her plump folds and back up to circle the tightly closed circle of her rear entrance. His tongue flicked over the little circle several times just to give her the sensation of play. One day soon, he would take her here, but for now, he just wanted to let her know his intentions.

He pictured it in his head—her lush body bent over the padded bench in his playroom.

The feel of the lubrication on his fingers as he stretched her ass to accept his cock. A shudder went through his body, and his erection pulsed in anticipation. His mouth moved back down, and his tongue speared into her cunt. The muscles contracted around him, and the spicy taste of her essence filled his mouth. Her gasping breaths echoed in the stairwell as she tried to rein in her more vocal response to his torment. He continued to stimulate and torment the source of his obsession. His fingers tightened on her inner thighs as he fucked his tongue deep into her tight hole. His possessive growls were muffled by the soft mounds of her cheeks. One hand let go of her leg and reached down to rip open his zipper. He pulled out his throbbing cock and began to jack himself off in rhythm to his tongue piercing her sopping wet folds.