His to Dominate (2 page)

"Please." I squirmed, trying simultaneously to move away from him and press closer to his body. I knew he intended to flip my buttons, but only to terrify me into admitting everything. Instead, he was flipping every damn switch I had. Shame, fear and, more than anything, arousal coursed through me.

"I needed the job, need to keep it." I argued. "I've done well, too--"

"No shit."

It was the first time I'd heard Stark curse and I almost missed the change of tone in his voice. It had softened just the slightest fraction. Clearing his throat, he let go of me.

"Maybe you are telling the truth, Mia."

I nodded then remembered the room was almost unlit and the shadows around me had to be thick. "I am. Please let me explain it better."

I only hoped he wasn't giving me more rope with which to hang myself -- another technique in Kubark's manual. I waited through another long minute of silence while he considered my plea. When he responded, it wasn't what I expected.

"Drop your skirt."

I drew my hands close to my chest in refusal. My breathing accelerated. Aroused as I had been, I didn't want what he was suggesting, or what I thought he was suggesting. At least I didn't think I wanted it, despite the heat spreading low across my stomach. I also didn't want him thinking I was some weak-willed, submissive slut someone could manipulate into spying on his company by throwing the fat girl a meatbone.

"You have a very short timeframe in which to save your job, Mia." His hands found mine, his fingers wrapping around my wrists to drag them down by my hips. "I have to know I can trust you, have to bring you to a point where you're incapable of lying."

He released my hands. "Take off your skirt or leave."

Fuck. My hands crept slowly toward the back of my waist band. Finding the two hooks proved almost impossible with the way my hands shook, but I managed to unhook them at last and pinch the zipper's pull. I drew it down haltingly, the tab escaping my grasp from how tightly I held it, forcing me to find and capture it all over again. When it was unzipped at last, I pushed the skirt down my hips, my ass wiggling from how close the fabric molded itself to my body.

"Step out and spread your legs."

Stark was just a voice in the dark now, his body far enough from mine that I could no longer feel his heat. I obeyed slowly, certain my legs would give out any second. Stark hooked the side band of my panties with one finger. He followed the edge of the material down between my legs, sparking a low moan from me as the back of his finger brushed the line of my pussy.

"You could be an exceedingly clever plant, Mia." His finger pressed more insistently, the force and slow twist of its tip parting my labia so he could stroke the inner folds. "Dark ash hair, those green eyes and a body lush with curves that make my mouth water…"

The slow heat burning in my stomach flared to singe my thighs and breasts. A month of coming face to face with Stark and I had never seen the slightest hint he found me attractive. I had been as invisible to him as I was to every other male on the planet who didn't instantly curl a lip in disgust at the sight of me. Another ruse, then, the switch to Confidence Up meant to keep me off balance.

"Your clothes have been getting more form fitting by the day, your neckline a little lower, your heels a little higher…"

True on both counts and I hadn't even realized it. Had I been subconsciously dressing up for Stark, experimenting with how much of my body I had to highlight before I was no longer invisible? That wasn't like me, but neither was a soaking wet pussy at the thought of being dominated by a man.

"The lie would be just enough to bring us to this point, to tempt me into testing you." His fingers drifted across my sex to find my clit, the pressure increasing as he rubbed a slow line up and down its length. "Your body's response deepening my trust. Is that it, Mia? Did one of my enemies find a beautiful, desperate and naturally submissive female to betray me?"

Beautiful? Submissive? Both words were foreign. Not only was there too much of me for any man to ever think me beautiful, but make-up did nothing for me and my hair never behaved. Beautiful is thin, cultured, sophisticated. I was none of those things. Submissive was even more of a stretch, at least with every other man I had ever met. Who were they to tell me to stand in a corner or when to spread my legs.

But then I had never met a man with a voice that could cut diamonds or hands that could bend steel.

"Is that it, Mia?" His fingers abandoned my clit to push deep inside me in a thick triangle. He stroked, twisted, the digits buried all the way to his base knuckles. "Are you here to betray me?"

"Mr. Stark!" I don't know if my reaction was to the question or the increased intimacy of his touch. There was no way to sugarcoat it. Stark was finger fucking me, plunging deep and hard through my hot, wet hole, my body wedged tightly into the corner and my hands clutching at the wall's smooth surface for support.

"Collin when my fingers are in you."

The noise he made was almost a warm chuckle, only the sharp undertone of his words reminding me this was a dangerous man.

"No one sent me here." I tightened around him, tried to stop the onslaught of pleasure melting my brain long enough to answer coherently. "I would never betray you."

Collin stepped closer so that it wasn't just his fingers touching me. I felt his chest against my back as he leaned forward to place his lips against my throat. His hand lined up with his cock, the roll and dip of his hips playing my body like a pinball machine as he directed his fingers deeper and harder.

"You know what, beautiful?" He didn't wait for me to answer. "Right now, I don't care. I'm going to punish you for the lie and then I'm going to fuck you."

My acquiescent moan shocked me. I was not only ready to be punished by him, I wanted it. Job or no job. He could have told me right then he was firing me and it wouldn't matter. With the tension coiling tighter inside me, I only cared that he not stop touching me. Gentle or rough, demanding or giving.

"You want this?" His free hand surfed across my hip, slid down my mound and cupped it. His teeth pressed against my neck in a prelude of the pain to come.

"Yes." Another moan and I squeezed his fingers, my muscles working with them to enhance my pleasure and push me closer to climax.

Through the lace underwear, he rubbed the low-centered split of my mound, manipulating my clit up and down. "Are you close?"

"Yes…" I panted, my ass grinding at him.

Hips thrusting, his fingers a stand-in for his cock, Collin drove me straight up to the edge of release, waiting until I was gasping and mindlessly groaning, juices running down my thighs as my cunt whipped around his fingers and then he abruptly pulled away a split second before I could trip over that line. Capturing my wrists again, he held my hands above my head. He pressed my body all the way into the corner, making it impossible for me to flex my thighs or work my internal muscles in any way that would carry me that last little distance to climax.

"Please," I sobbed.

"Not yet, baby." He waited until my body relaxed and then he wound his fingers through my hair and led me blindfolded over to the couch.

He stopped next to the table with its side lamp and that evening's mail. I detected more light at the edges of the blindfold as Collin increased the room's brightness. Still holding me by the hair, he sat down, dragging me with him and manipulating my body so that I was stretched across his lap. His hand left my hair and I felt him grab the material of my panties with both hands. A hard jerk along each side, with two quick tears of fabric, and only my thigh high stockings and open-toed pumps remained to cover my lower body.

His hands moved under my heavy breasts, the fingers fast and deft as he undid the buttons on my blouse. My body eager to accommodate him, I strained and lifted my torso. He peeled the shirt back and off me then reached between us again to release the front snap on my bra. He unknotted the blindfold then gathered my wrists together, using the material to tie my hands behind my back.

"Collin…"

One glance from him killed any protest. His gaze smoldered, its heat almost pathological with the need to dominate me. I had no doubt he intended to spank me. It wouldn't be light or playful, either. Most disturbing was the realization that knowing it would not be gentle made me that much wetter and eager for the first blow. I licked my lips and pressed my eyes tightly shut in anticipation of my punishment.

"No, look at me. Don't close your eyes, don't look away or you'll make it worse."

I opened my eyes, felt my lips quiver from a combination of emotions.

Collin rubbed his hand between my legs. "Your pussy is very wet, Mia. Hot to the touch and soaked."

I blinked, then prayed like crazy that wasn't a violation of the command he had just given me. I wanted to please him, to convince him he could trust me, to get through the ordeal so that his cock would be in me delivering the release I had been so close to in the corner.

"Have you ever had a lover spank you?"

"No," I whispered. My pussy twitched at the idea and I detected the faint lift of one side of his mouth.

He gave a little squeeze along my perineum, his palm pushing against my bottom while the tips of his fingers curved toward the muscle gating my cunt. "And how many lovers have you had."

"Three," I confessed. Would he think that too many? Not enough?

"That's a rather small number for such a pretty girl." He had started to run little circles around my hole, my muscles flexing and jumping in response as my hips dug into the top of his thighs.

But not for a fat one.

I didn't say what I was thinking, didn't say anything, just took another nervous lick of my lips and blinked.

"Relationships or hook-ups?" His thumb found the hole, slid inside, the tip of his index finger pressing from the outside so that he was lightly pinching my cunt.

I blinked again and took a hard breath in. Every little thing he did made me that much more aroused. I could feel the cream of my pussy dripping from my hole toward my clit, wetting Collin's silk dress pants as I fought not to answer with another moan.

"Relationship."

Watching my face, his gaze narrowed. "Still in a relationship, still fucking someone with this tight little pussy?"

He gave a little tug with the last three words and I almost exploded all over the couch. My hips jerked high, a moan ripped from my throat. Only the slap of his hand hard against my bottom shocked me out of my impending climax.

"Are you still in a relationship?" he demanded.

"No." My answer left me with a whimper. A contraction ran hard through my cunt, from the entrance he had once again taken command of all the way up into my uterus.

"Why did it end?"

I managed a shrug, the gesture pulling my bound arms tight. "Why does anything?"

His mouth flattened but I didn't offer any other answer. The relationship had ended for a hundred reasons and for no reason at all. I had graduated. I was fat. I had no job. I had student loans coming due. I was fast approaching the day I wouldn't be able to make my rent and the bastard didn't give a shit. He told me he loved me, but that he was embarrassed to be seen with me.

And on that very last day, he promised to drive me to a job interview, my final opportunity in my chosen field, then bailed without calling. I used the last twenty dollars I had in the bank to take a cab so I might, just might, arrive on time. I didn't and was turned away.

To keep the trip from being a total waste, I had crossed the street and turned in an application -- at Stark International.

"He hurt you." Collin wasn't asking me if it was true, merely stating it as fact. When I nodded, a faintly sad smile played across his mouth for a second. "I'm about to hurt you."

I managed a second shrug. "He hurt me where it counts."

Wilson had burned through my last thread of confidence. Defeated, I wept with gratitude when I was hired into the secretarial pool at Stark's company.

Collin nodded then smeared a thin coating of my cream against my outer lips and thighs. "You're still very wet, Mia."

I closed my eyes, couldn't keep them open. He had asked some very personal questions, his fingers still toying with me, testing me. I hadn't lost an ounce of my arousal in answering him. The intimacy of his interrogation left me quivering with need.

"Keep your eyes open." He plunged his fingers into me before rubbing more of my juices along my flesh. "I think you like this."

I looked at him, my brow furrowed and mouth shaping a pout. That hint of a smile I'd seen earlier reappeared, his eyes softening before his expression grew stern once more.

"Failure to answer is the same as a lie." He flattened his hand across my bottom as if preparing to deliver another blow. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"

"Yes." I wanted to close my eyes again, the admission almost humiliating, but I kept my gaze intently fixed on his face. I didn't see him raise his hand and only had a second's warning in which to brace myself as he swiftly brought it back down. The smack echoed in his cavernous office, my overripe flesh rippling from the impact.

"Who told you to lie on your resume?"

The change in questions surprised me and I hesitated before answering. Big mistake. He landed another smack before I could get my answer out, my skin starting to sting painfully from the abuse.

"No one." My hips ground against his thighs, my ass tensing in anticipation of the next time flesh met flesh. "Please believe me."

Collin rubbed his hand between my legs, kneading my swollen labia, stroking and pinching at my clit before he plunged a thick wedge of three fingers in and out of my pussy. "Do you want my cock in you, Mia, want me to fuck this tight, pretty little hole of yours?"

"Yes." More moan than word. I bit at my bottom lip, the pain bringing tears to my eyes but keeping them open. My ass lifted, moved against his fingers, tried to keep them in me when he retreated.

"Wanting you isn't enough to make me stupid, Mia. You transferred schools from North Carolina. Who sent you here?" He had his hand up, palm flat, fingers spread wide and ready. "Tell me who hired you and then I can fuck you."