Her Stallion

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Dom sat at the head of the table, Carissa seated next to him as his business

associates talked about mergers and takeovers, all things that he wasn’t in the mood for tonight. He was in the mood for his minx’s p***y though. His hand moved further up her thigh and her laugh hitched. The one she used to seduce clients. It was smokey and sexy, a laugh that mesmerized his associates. Dom sat back, watching her, watching the effect she had on them. Their eyes landed on her cleavage so many times, then met his glance, their faces turning away quickly at being caught. But he wanted them worried, thinking he was going to use that against them. He might. Or he’d let them have her, for a price. One he wanted to dictate. Dom leaned forward and stole Clarissa’s attention from the guy next to her.

“Time to play the game, Minx.” He whispered and she looked at him, talking over her shoulder as she lowered her voice so only he could hear.

“I thought we already were.” She said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

He smirked.

“Not yet. The guy with the mustache and blue tie. On the left.” Stallion said and her eyes were discreet as she reached for her wine. She took a sip then looked back at him.

“Jerry. Late thirties. Divorced. Keeps staring at my tits.” She grinned and he nodded, pride booming in his chest that she had been doing her research while sitting there playing the pretty girl the men could show off to. But his Minx was more than a pretty face.

“That’s the one. Ruin him for me.” He smirked and the joy on her face made his c**k rock hard again, not that it was ever fully soft near her. “Are we talking, take over his mind so he can’t think of anything else but his c**k in some hole on my body or distract him during dinner and find information out, kind of ruin him?” She asked sipping more wine. His hand slipped further up her dress, brushing her damp panties with his fingers as her lids dropped a little, her lips parting as she watched him, a silent begging in her features.

“He knew I was scouting out a company for my next takeover so he got in there first, he doesn’t know I know it was him yet which is why he is wearing that smug look on his face. Ruin him so he doesn’t care about anything else but getting you. I want him willing to offer me anything to have a taste.” Stallion said moving in to breathe along her neck, kissing the flesh there as she

trembled in the low lights of the restaurant. It was intimate, somewhere he

wanted his associates comfortable. Jerry had stolen what he wanted and he hadn’t taken that well. Trust was nothing he offered anyway so he didn’t feel betrayed, just f****d off. Now he was vengeful. Which is why he invited the CEO of the company, Jerry and the lawyers who researched on behalf of them, for a celebratory dinner. It was a ruse to show them they couldn’t undermine him. Luckily for him, Clarissa was one hell of a secret weapon.

“Tease him until he’s willing to sign over his soul. My specialty.” She breathed and he rewarded her by turning on the vibrator still sitting in her. She gasped a little, her fingers curling around his forearm. “Stallion.” She whispered in warning and he chuckled against her, pushing against her panties, the vibrator slipping deeper inside her as she drank her wine, trying to hold herself together.

“Just helping you get ready.” He said then leaned back in his seat to watch the show.

It was his favorite show, one he would watch on repeat if he could. The way she moved over to Jerry, her fingers brushing along his shoulder blades, the way she asked if she could share the seat of the guy next to him, the CEO who went against his offer. She sat down on his lap, getting comfortable as she leaned over to Jerry, talking to him, smiling, laughing, purposely spilling her wine on him, down her lip to suck it off, asking to try his drink. She had Jerry drooling but he wanted her to do the same and he wanted to make it fun. Playing the game had to be fun.

So he pressed the button. Clarissa tightened her hold on her glass and her eyes met his. He smirked at her, turning up the intensity. She took a sip of her wine, then kept using her wicked ways on Jerry, trying to act like she wasn’t desperate to come. But he knew her, she would be dripping inside those panties. That’s exactly what he wanted because she was breathlessly talking to his new rival, her cheeks and chest flushed, that kind of arousal not even she could fake but now she didn’t have to. Jerry brushed his hand over her hand and she smiled, leaning in to whisper something in his ear as the others tried to talk like they weren’t witnessing a thing. But they could all see the attention she was giving to Jerry and he knew as much as she did, that would make them jealous, desperate to one-up each other, it wouldn’t be long before he was

getting offers of all kinds. Jerry’s eyes met Dom’s as Clarissa finished saying

whatever she had and Dom nodded once, keeping his features passive as he let the intensity inside his Minx climb higher. She glared then left Jerry and came back to him.

Dom grinned as she sat back down and Jerry watched before going back to the table-talk, sipping his drink, his dessert untouched.

“I should have told him to f**k me in the bathroom for free for pulling that shit.” Clarissa hissed and he smirked, his hand going to her thigh. High on her thigh.

“Probably.” He shrugged then kept his fingers tracing her skin near her weak spot.

“I told him you like sharing. All he has to do is ask.” Clarissa said through a clenched jaw, her nails around her wine glass as she leaned forward, opening her legs wider for his fingers to trace her panty line. She looked forward, acting flawlessly like she was a part of the conversations they were having. But he knew what she wanted. What she needed. Dom had to give it to her before he asked for anything more or she’d dig her heels in.

So pushing his own ache aside, he turned up the vibrator to max then pushed her panties aside, finding her c**t. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths as her knuckles turned white around her glass. She smiled tightly at the lawyer who had spoken to her, and answered with a quick response, laughing breathily when he made a s****l joke that was disgusting rather than charming. And Stallion kept pleasuring her core, stroking her p***y with precise fingers that had her clenching her jaw, her throat moving with every swallow. Her hips fidgeted beneath his hold, his thumb circling her c**t, the vibrator making quick work of her p***y before her body tensed, her walls clamping on the tips of his fingers as she let go.

Her release had her cheeks staining so pink, her lips parting as her breaths stopped. She eyed him out of the corner of her eye and he turned the toy off, wiping his fingers on a napkin then grabbing her other hand and holding it on the table. He glanced over at the associates who were all finished eating but had gone quiet. Good, they knew he had just played with his Minx. Which meant they were right where he wanted them. Dom stood up and Clarissa stood up a few seconds later.

“Gentlemen, should we head to my club a couple of doors down? I think it

might be a little more comfortable.” Dom said, his voice telling his guest that his question was more than that. It was an offer. Each of them gave him that smirk, the one that said they thought they had won, they thought they were going to get to taste her. He grinned as each of them stood up. He led the way out of the restaurant, the staff already knowing to pay his bill with the card he left on file, the tip a ridiculous amount for the discretion they gave him.

He leaned down to Clarissa.

“Well done, Minx. Time for the fun part, you ready?” He asked and she nodded.

“My toy is already back in my purse so I can fill my p***y with something better.” She grinned and he chuckled darkly.

“Perfect.” He said, opening the door to his car for her, “Get in.” He said then looked over his shoulder. “We’ll share a car.” He ordered and his associates nodded.

“Let the games begin.” Clarissa grinned then sat opposite him so she could wind all of the men up some more. Dom watched, he was always watching and by the end of the night, he was going to be doing so much more than that.