Her Stallion

One "Yes! Oh, yes! f**k me! Harder!” Clarissa screamed out, the headboard to her room, banging against his office wall. He smirked, leaning back in hischair, listening to her scream. She was faking it. He knew every scream she had and the guy she was f*****g, was not getting her there. Dominic stared at the wall, watching it vibrate with the bed on the other side of it, bringing his fingers to his lips as he waited. They still smelled of her p***y, so sweet and delicious, his favorite taste. It made his c**k throb in his slacks and he adjusted himself, knowing he had to be patient. She was going to need him after she got done with the joker of a client she was pretending for. He could already hear the frustration in her voice. It made his stomach tight with desire at the idea of beating out yet another potential threat to his relationship with her. She was his. No matter how many clients she f****d, he would always own her body because he knew exactly what she needed and now he would always own her mind because it was him she thought of whenever she left the apartment. He made sure of it. He tapped his fingers against his desk as his computer pinged with an incoming call. He checked the ID then answered it. “Dan.” He answered his brother and he grinned. “Dom. You look as brooding and intense as usual. Clarissa f*****g a client?” He assumed and he was the only one he let read him. He nodded once and Dan laughed. “She’ll be done soon then brother. When are you coming for a visit? I wouldn’t mind a visit from that girl of yours. This whole fatherhood thing has got me needing some serious relief.” He chuckled and Dom had to admit, fatherhood sounded terrible. Dan complained non-stop about no sleep and money. He was rich as f**k, and his restaurants were the most successful in America. Not that he spent any of it, Dan had never cared about the number in his accounts, that’s why Dom handled it for him. It still didn’t make it any easier to hear about the struggles of being a parent. Dom didn’t have any interest in letting that happen to him unless Clarissa changed her mind on ‘never, ever, ever having a parasite inside her’, then that door was firmly shut to him. And he didn’t give a f**k. “I’ll bring her around next week,” Dom said, listening out for the sounds of her orgasm but gumpy in the other room, didn’t get her there. That had him smirking, she was going to be desperate and all over him. And she was going to be pissed. She hated not getting her fix which worked well because he loved giving it to her. “Thanks, listen I was going to check in with you on something.” He said and Dom turned to the screen at the somber tone. “What?” “Mason bought an apartment in your building. I was wondering if you knew?” Dom clenched his jaw at the mention of the brother he would gladly disown. He had hurt her, his minx had been scared of him and he was determined to find out why but until then, he didn’t want them around each other, especially not running into each other in the lobby every f*****g day. She was his and Mason sounded like he was getting ready to start something he wouldn’t be able to finish. “I didn’t.” Dom snapped, then grabbed his phone and typed out a message to his private investigator. DOM: Mason is up to something. Find out what it is. He sent, then looked up as Clarissa came in. Her cheeks were flushed, her dress getting stripped from her body as she kicked off her heels, a scowl marring her beautiful features. She was a f*****g stunner. Sexy as sin. Long limbs, glowing, flawless skin, perfect breasts made to fit in his hands, a stomach that was taut and had the stamina of a b***h in heat. And then there were the full lips and challenging eyes. His perfect girl and she was walking towards him with murder in them. She growled, irritated as she pulled her lacy panties off, climbing onto his lap. “I’m on a call, Minx.” He said and she glared over her shoulder, not caring that she was naked. Normally he would have hung up anyway but he wanted her even more frustrated, even more ready for what only he could give her. She relaxed a little when she saw it was Dan. He grinned at her. “Hey, baby girl.” He winked and she smirked. “Hey Dan, I’ll call you back.” She said then shut the laptop and turned her anger on him. Thank f**k. She yanked at his shirt, undoing his buttons. “f*****g asshole. f*****g shrimp d**k, pump, and dump mother fucker.” She swore like a sailor and he knew that the more swear words she used, the harder he was going to be able to f**k her. His d**k was already pulsing at the idea of it. “Client not up to standard, Minx?” He asked, kissing along her jaw as she yanked his belt from the loops, whipping it out and snapping it in front of him. He smirked as she held it out for him. He knew what she wanted and stood up. She shoved his s**t out of the way and sat on his desk, waiting for him to take control. And he was going to make her wait even longer. “He came as soon as I put my mouth on him so I sat around, being sexy, playing the game, listening to him whine and then that fucker finally got hard again, I climbed on top and he doesn’t even get me off? Like are you kidding? I waited a whole f*****g hour!” She snarled, her fists curling against the edge of his desk. He pulled her off it, turned her around and shoved her head down on the desk. Dom slid his pants down then pushed his hard c**k along her folds. She sighed, waiting for him to slide into her but he wanted to see how far he could push her. He bent over her, kissing along her shoulder, keeping her pinned before he slid the belt under her neck. He put it through the loop then yanked. Her head came back, her back arching, her ass fitting his c**k perfectly between her cheeks. He tightened the belt around her neck and kissed along her ear, her face, and her back, his fingers brushing against her p***y making her shiver. “And you want to get off, don’t you Minx?” He asked and she fidgeted impatiently. He grabbed her hands and held them behind her back, admiring the way her ass moved against him, trying to find some friction. “Yes!” She snapped and he chuckled. “What if I want to see you wait? See you beg?” He taunted and she glared at him, trying to turn her head and aim it at him but the belt was too tight. He brushed her folds again and she whimpered.