Her Dom (Dominic Powers) by Justice A.D

Author:Justice, A.D. [Justice, A.D.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-07-23T04:00:00+00:00

I’m in my office early in the morning, pouring over the top-secret contract again. Line by line, I’ve been reading this for hours and my eyes are starting to cross. Sitting back, I rub my eyes and lean my head back against my chair. My office door opens, and without opening my eyes, I know that it’s Sophia. My body comes alive, humming with electricity that involuntarily jolts my eyes open.

As our eyes clash and I take in her choice of attire for the day, the bulge in my pants quickly becomes uncomfortable. The hunger in my eyes must be palpable because she stops, leans against the door, and quietly locks it. My Angel immediately knows what I want from just a look. She’s learning me quickly and her response tells me she feels the same.

I sit motionless as she slinks across the office toward me and drops her purse in the chair across from me. She’s wearing a short, flowing skirt with a tastefully tight, dressy shirt. Her heels are just shy of being considered stilettos, and her long, reddish brown hair is styled with an intentionally sexy, wind-blown look. When she reaches my chair, she turns it so that I’m facing her.

“What can I do for you today, Mr. Powers?” she asks coyly as she moves to stand between my legs, waiting for me to state my wishes.

I give her my cocky half-smile as I run my fingers up and down her smooth, bare legs. Looking up at her, I move one hand higher up her inner thigh while the other grips her ass, holding her close to me. Her breathing increases, the rise and fall of her chest quickens, and her skin flushes from my touch. Higher still, my fingers slowly roam as she waits for them to find their mark. She grips my shoulders in anticipation of what she knows is coming at any moment. I intentionally take my time, first circling around behind her and lightly stroking the back of her thigh.

Withholding my chuckle at her groan of frustration, I suddenly slip my other hand under her skirt and directly into her wetness. “Fuck, I love a moist cupcake. Nothing better for breakfast,” I say as I swing her around and she sits on the edge of my desk in front of me.

Pushing her skirt up, I pierce her with my hungry gaze and commend her, “My good girl, you remembered no panties on Thursdays.”

She nods and smiles knowingly as she grips the edge of my desk until her knuckles turn white. I spread her legs wider as I lean in, lightly licking and teasing her when I barely graze her clit with my tongue. It’s driving her wild and I know she’s about to lose control. She lifts her hand and starts to extend it toward me, but I pull back and slowly shake my head back and forth at her.

Understanding her place, she puts her hand back on the desk and waits for me to continue.

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