Power Play
1049 Words
The cold tile bit into Ava’s knees, but she barely registered the sting. All she could feel was the heat radiating from Dominic as he stood above her, belt undone, his hand wrapped firmly around the thick length of his arousal.
Her lips parted involuntarily. He was bigger than she expected—thicker, heavier, the kind of man who would never ask, only take. The sight alone made her thighs clench, shame and desire warring in equal measure. She had never seen a man with such a big ferocious tool before. And she had to admit tggat ashe wondered Hiw it would feel having him inside her.
His eyes locked onto hers, dark and unreadable. “Open,” he ordered.
Her pulse leapt.
It wasn’t a suggestion. It wasn’t even an invitation nor an option. It was a command, sharp as the click of a lock. The order itself causing heat to flush through her inner thighs. And she obeyed. Slowly, nervously, she opened her mouth.
Dominic’s groan was low, guttural, as he guided himself forward, the tip brushing her lips, sliding against her tongue. He fed her inch by inch, testing her, stretching her, until she felt her throat strain.
“Good girl,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
The words made heat flood her chest, sinking lower, pooling between her thighs. Her fingers dug into her thighs for balance as she worked her mouth around him, swirling her tongue, tasting salt and musk.
He threaded his fingers into her hair, gripping tight, guiding her pace. Slow at first, deliberate. Then deeper. Harder. Each thrust a reminder of his control, each groan a reward she craved against her will.
“f**k,” he muttered, head tipping back. “You feel too good.”
Ava gagged when he pushed too deep, and he paused—not with mercy, but with ownership. He held her there, her throat stretched around him, her nails digging into her thighs, until she trembled. Then he pulled back, letting her breathe.
His hand tightened in her hair. “Hands behind your back,” he commanded.
Her eyes widened, but her body obeyed before her mind caught up. Fingers laced together behind her spine, her chest thrust forward, mouth open, waiting.
“Perfect,” he murmured, his thumb brushing her swollen lips before thrusting back into her.
This time there was no slow build. He f****d her mouth with unrestrained hunger, hips snapping forward, his groans low and feral. Ava gagged again, tears stinging her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. She gave herself over to him, each stroke a mix of punishment and pleasure.
Her submission shocked her. She had never thought of herself as submissive. She had always been in control, the one to keep her own rules, her own lines. But now, kneeling before him, her hands bound by obedience, her mouth filled with his dominance—she felt powerful.
Because in giving herself, she had taken something too: his restraint. His composure. His need. His hunger.
Dominic’s jaw tightened, muscles in his neck straining as he fought for control. His thrusts slowed, then stilled. His hand pulled her off him abruptly, saliva glistening on her lips. His chest heaved as he stared down at her.
“On the desk. Now.”
His tone brooked no argument.
Ava scrambled up, her legs trembling, her blouse hanging open, lace torn and useless. She braced herself on her elbows against the cool glass desk, her heart hammering.
Dominic didn’t wait. He gripped her hips, pulling her to the edge with a sharp jerk, positioning her exactly where he wanted her.
And then he was inside her.
Ava’s cry split the silence as he filled her to the hilt in one brutal thrust, her body stretching, yielding, gasping for air. The sensation was overwhelming—too much, too deep, too sudden—but her walls clenched around him instinctively, greedily.
“Christ,” Dominic growled against her ear, his hips slamming into her again, harder.
Each thrust drove her against the desk, glass rattling under the force. She clawed at the smooth surface, moaning, her body arching, caught between pleasure and punishment.
“You wanted this,” he said between thrusts, his voice rough, unrelenting. “You teased me. Those skirts. Those looks. You wanted me to take you like this.”
“Yes,” she gasped before she could stop herself. “Yes.”
His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to arch against him. His lips claimed hers in a bruising kiss, a mingling of power and desperation.
The rhythm of his hips grew punishing, each stroke striking deeper, pushing her closer and closer to breaking. Her body burned, pleasure spiraling out of control, until her release crashed through her like an earthquake. She cried out, her body shuddering violently, glass fogging beneath her palms.
Dominic didn’t stop. He f****d her through it, his groans growing louder, harsher, until his own climax tore free. He buried himself deep, roaring her name like both a curse and a prayer.
The world stilled.
They stayed like that, bodies trembling, foreheads pressed together, breaths ragged. Ava’s heart thundered against her ribs, sweat slicking her spine. Dominic’s grip softened, his hand brushing her cheek almost tenderly.
And then—
The intercom crackled.
“Mr. Blackwell, your nine a.m. board meeting is arriving early.”
The voice sliced through the haze of lust, sharp and unforgiving.
Ava froze. Her eyes went wide, panic flooding back.
But Dominic only grinned, breathless, dangerous, his lips still inches from hers. “I hope you brought a change of clothes,” he murmured. His hand slid possessively down her thigh, squeezing hard.
“Because we’re just getting started.”
He got up to make himself presentable for the meeting whilst she lay there wondering what Just happened and wanting it all over again. She needed to get ready herself but as she started getting up to prepare, his words came back to her, "Because we are just getting started", and a moan escaped her lips. This was what she wanted but she know if she liked it or hated it. All she knew was she wanted Dominic inside her again, filling her, riding her to sweet madness.
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