Breakfast with Mia (5 page)

When we broke apart Edward captured Anna around the waist and
she squealed and flung herself into his arms. He said something about dancing
and dragged her off all corporate caveman like and she clearly, clearly didn’t
mind. Todd and Henry excused themselves then and I was placed reluctantly on
the seat, suddenly left alone with my boss who seemed dizzy and intoxicated
though he’d been drinking less than the rest of us.

We were in a place I didn’t know we should be, so I did the
only thing I thought was right. I broke the spell.

“I should go back to my sister.”

“Yes,” he gulped for air and stood, held his hand out for
me. I let him help me out of the booth and he grabbed me suddenly but gently,
not like he had against the bar earlier. He pressed his hand against the small
of my back and matched our bodies. He stroked a finger beneath my chin and made
me look up at him. There was something there, something fathomless. “Thank you,
Mia. You are a beautiful, powerful girl. My favorite.”

I didn’t know how to respond. I nodded and because I didn’t
know what else to do, I whispered, “I will see you at breakfast, Mr. Vaughn.”

I thought, I thought for a moment he was going to kiss me,
but he was stronger than me, and he let go and turned back to his table, placed
his palms on the table top and bent over as if in pain. He closed his eyes and
I left him to reel because I understood. I felt it too. But that line, that was
one we couldn’t come back from. All the rest of it was flirty and grounded in
business. That we could dim in our memory Monday morning over email and memos.

I found Cassandra on the dance floor and I tried to find the
music but I was off. Her friends were paired off with men they’d met and she
admitted she was going back to the hotel soon. I told her I’d follow her
because I didn’t think I could go home with anyone that night. I danced with
her and she had the time of her life. I caught sight Anna and Edward and they
were fabulously in lust on the dance floor.

She left first and I followed, the alcohol wearing down so
the pleasant tipsy feeling could fade. I didn’t see him sitting on one of the
bruise purple couches, but he captured my hand when I walked by and pulled me
back to him. I knew him so well, but the lost, dark gaze was new and foreign
and I didn’t know what to think of it. I hadn’t seen him for an hour, but he
looked more disheveled than before. He’d been running his hands through his
hair again.

He tugged me to his knees, fit mine around one of his. He
released my hand and set his left palm tentatively on the inside of my right
knee and without comment, began to trace his hand up my thigh. His fingers
spread as they rose higher, and with them so did his eyes until our gazes
locked.

“Mia,” he mouthed and I shivered when his fingertips grazed
my bare skin high on my thigh but just under my moist panties. If he knew, god
if he knew how he was making me feel.

I sunk my fingers into his hair and held his gaze, implored,
speared his heart. “Mr. Vaughn…”

“Damian,” he pressed.

“Damian,” I sighed and urged my hips into his hand. His
knuckles just grazed my panties and we both moaned at the brief contact.
“Damian,
this
. This, we can’t come back from.”

 “I’ve not gotten this far in my life by going back.”

Indecision plagued me. He must have sensed this and pulled
his hand back, cautiously. He took my hips and pulled me into him, pressed his
face into my belly and inhaled the smell of my sweat and perfume and the scent
of this goddamn club that made us let loose the wild animal inside of us so
eagerly.

“I’m going to my room, Mia. I’m in the penthouse. Come to me
if you want, don’t and nothing changes Monday morning, I swear. It’s your
choice. It’s always your choice.”

He grabbed my arms and pulled me down into his lap, captured
me possessively and took my face in one hand in one smooth, confident movement
and crushed his mouth into mine. It was one last plea, or promise, or
challenge, either way it worked on my whole body and the embers I’d kept
cooling caught us both on fire and we burned for it.

He released me, almost hostile in his need to let me go and
when I fell off his lap he stood and stalked into the crowd like a crazed mad
man. I lay panting and sweating and terrified because I knew, in that kiss,
that I’d fuck my life and go to him that night.

Five

He knew I’d come. His door was left open and I pushed inside
and navigated through the embarrassingly large suite. It was as big as an
apartment, an apartment twice the size of mine. He waited for me in a big,
voluptuous chair, sunk down in, his legs parted and bent at 90 degrees. In one
hand he held a glass with some dark liquor filling the bottom third and his
eyes were closed. What I couldn’t pull my eyes from was his chest. He had stripped
his shirt and left it in a pile by the couch and he was amazingly cut, muscular
and well groomed. He still wore his watch and his pants but his belt buckle was
undone and he was so fucking sexy like this, like no way I’d ever seen him.

I stepped out of my strappy shoes and padded over to him. He
didn’t open his eyes until I moved between his knees and then he peeled them
open for me and gazed up at me with such beautiful need.

“I’m here to quit my job, Mr. Vaughn.”

“Good, because I planned to fire you, Mia.”

“Glad we are in agreement.” He lifted his tumbler to his
lips and sipped gingerly, taking his time now that he had me and there was no
going back.

“Put your foot here, on my chair.” He instructed me to the
right of his left knee and I did as I was told. The way my dress fell, it
wouldn’t take much for him to slide the satin up to expose my pantied pussy.

He returned his hand to my inner thigh and stroked the small
space of exposed skin above my stocking. He seemed pleased with the silkiness
of my hosiery, stroking it almost as often as my thigh. I swallowed and watched
and tried to remain still while he explored me, staying far from the place
where my fire burned hottest for him.

“I like these,” he said finally. He placed his glass on the
carpet and scooted forward so that he could grab my leg in both of his hands
and touch them all over my thighs. “I want you to wear them all night tonight.”

“Anything you want, Damian.”

“Anything I want?”

“Don’t make me beg.”

He smiled and ran his hands up my thighs and by doing so took
my satin skirt with it. He peeked at my white garter and matching lace white
underwear and made a noise of impatient pleasure.

“Whore,” he teased and raised his heavy eyes up to me. “I’d
very much like to hear you beg. Take off your dress for me. Slowly. Let me
savor every exposed bit of your skin.”

His words made something fantastic happen to my body. I
could feel the moisture soak into the lace. My pussy lips ached as the rough
material rubbed against them. He had no idea,
no idea
what affect his
deep, demanding voice had on me.

“As you wish,” I teased back and pushed away from his hands.
He tried in vain to snatch me back, but I put enough distance between us that
he’d have to leave his chair. He settled back to watch, a smile forming on his
lips.

“You’re sexy as fuck when you’re disobedient. You’re
gorgeous when you obey. I don’t know which I like better.”

I pulled the zipper on the back of my dress to release the
bodice. He made a frustrated noise when I removed it all at once. I dropped the
beaded piece to the floor and he appraised my breasts. Not overly large but I
liked them. Bigger and fuller than Anna’s, that’s for sure. The dress made
wearing a bra impossible so my tits were exposed to him right away and he
demonstrated his appreciation by rubbing and adjusting himself lewdly. The
bulge in his pants couldn’t possibly be real, a trick of the light or
something, because it was huge, shoved against his thigh. I unclipped my garter
from my stockings and tucked my thumbs over my lace panties. I peeled them down
to my toes and was about to discard them, but he snapped his fingers and held
his hand out for them.

“Those belong to me now.”

I raised an eyebrow and picked them up – they were sopping wet
and when he took them he closed his eyes and made a little noise deep in his
throat. They disappeared into his pocket before he reached for me.

“Come here, Mia. I want to touch you.” When I was close
enough, he captured me in his arms, pressed his mouth to my belly and kissed
rapidly on any bare skin he could reach. I sighed and wrapped my arms around
his neck and in a moment he turned me into his lap, cradled me between the arms
of the chair so that he could access any part of my body. “You’re so fucking
beautiful, Mia. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this body in my hands.”

“Really?” This was news to me. I had no idea, until earlier
that week when he’d touched me in his office, he’d never even been particularly
flirtatious. He ran his hands over everything, slow at first then growing
needier and more aggressive. At one point he grabbed my breast, my whole breast,
and descended upon it with his mouth, flicking his tongue across my already
stiff nipple. He tongued and pulled at it, alternating growling and moaning
against it so that the vibrations made me just about lose my mind.

“Oh yes,” he breathed and finally, finally his hand climbed
between my thighs, pushed his fist between them to make room, then probed the
wet space with two fingers. He captured my clit first, rotated against it
before sliding straight down and in and I was so fucking wet he had no problems
getting inside me at all. He tucked his face against my neck and kissed and
sucked at the soft skin over my collar bone as he worked his fingers up to his
knuckles and beyond, making lewd, wet noises.

There wasn’t anything romantic about the way he fondled and
pulled at me. There was no rhyme or reason to where his mouth kissed or sucked.
He seemed lost and drugged, wanting every piece of me at the same time. If he
could have swallowed me up I think he might have tried. Instead he worked me
over hard, dragging out any sort of climax for what seemed like a half an hour
at least. I begged, moaned his name, tried to kiss him only to be denied and
thrust into as punishment.

“My little whore,” he whispered against my ear and I wrapped
my arms around his neck and pulled myself close against his mouth, buried him
against me. He brought his thumb down on my clit and worked it playfully
between his harder, more urgent thrusts. “Everyone wanted you tonight and
watching them want you, touch you, kiss you…I had no idea it would make me want
to ravage you. Todd McKinley was so fucking hot for you, Mia. He asked me if he
could have you. Did you know?”

I groaned and nipped at his throat and fought back the urge
to fuck his fingers like an animal. I dug my toes into the arm of the chair and
pushed my hips up to meet his fingers and he gave me what my body begged for.

“Do you know what I told him, Mia? Look at me. Do you know
what I told him?”

I opened my eyes. God I could barely see straight. His gaze
was so intense, like it wanted to split me open and figure out what made me
this wild thing he wanted so badly. “What did you tell him, Damian?”

“I told him,” he stopped to lick my throat and my whole body
shook for him. “I told him only if he let me watch.”

I cried out and clawed into him and fucked his fingers like
the wild thing I was and he tried to hold me down but it is no use. His urgency
got the better of him and he pulled out and grabbed hold of me, buried his face
against me and panted for control. I shook, my whole body quivered and yet my hips
didn’t stop their little pushes.

“Still, Mia. Still, baby. Not yet. It’s too soon. Much too
soon. We’ve got all night and I don’t want you coming yet. I want you to come
with my cock inside you. Look at me. Listen to me. Settle. That’s a good girl.
Settle down.”

We had to hold each other like that for a long time. His
words were meant to mollify me, but he wasn’t in much better shape. Finally he
touched his forehead to mine when I’d stopped shaking.

“Get on your knees, Mia.”

Oh his commands, his commands made it so much better! I
climbed out of his arms, gooseflesh working their way across my arms when his
warmth was denied me, but it was an absolute pleasure crawling to my knees
before him. His breathing was hard, labored, watching me as he had watched me
in Todd’s lap.
Desperate
, I understood now. Desperate with a lust he
couldn’t sate while another man fondled me, forced to wait his turn. His offer
to Todd compelled me. It would not have been the first time I’d been shared,
but to have it pass between two powerful men made me feel like a Goddess.

“Gorgeous.” He stood, unzipped his pants and let them fall
to the floor. I gasped when he dropped his boxers because Damian Vaughn was
enormous. Not long, but thick like a fist, and a dark, throbbing plum color
glistening from trapped pre-cum.

“Damian.” My belly felt a twinge of worry because there was
no way that thing was going to fit inside of me. “I can’t…it won’t fit…I won’t
be able to take that!”

He smirked, proudly, and held it out in front of him like a
fucking sword, stroked it several times spreading the pre-cum and making his
thick, throbbing cock twitch and jerk between his fingers.

“Trust me, Mia. One way or another, it’s going inside of
you. I swear to that. You’re not leaving here tonight until I’ve filled you.
Now on your hands, Mia. Get your ass in the air.”

Now I was shaking as I walked forward on my palms because I
believed deep in my gut that he was going to split me open with that thing. I’d
had men, plenty of men, but nothing like that. He moved behind me on his knees,
touched the wet space between my legs and scooped up some of my juices. I could
hear him rubbing it on himself, getting himself nice and wet.