Oh, God… maybe they were still on the floor. Celesha surely would have noticed them by now.
“Looking for these?”
I turned my head to see my panties hooked around his finger at eye level. I moved to take them, but he moved his hand away just in time and stuffed them in his pocket.
At least they weren’t lying in the middle of the office floor…
In the next moment, his hand forced its way between my thighs. “Spread your legs.”
I wanted to refuse.
I really did.
Instead, I did what any girl would do when faced with someone as hot as Dash and a voice that promised ecstasy to the stars and back. Never mind the emotional connection. Sometimes the physical was enough to forget who we are.
As soon as my legs shifted, his hand cupped my sex completely.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
His fingers rubbed tantalizingly against my sex. Strumming me to delirium. “I’m going to make you remember.”
It was then I realized my mistake. I wasn’t fighting some horny teenager anymore. I was defying a man bent on having his will obeyed.
He led me to the bed, and with every shift of his body, his clothes rubbed against my naked skin, increasing my feels of vulnerability.
He pushed me lightly, bending me over, and I caught myself on my hands and crawled toward the headboard. His hand caught my foot before I could get far so I looked over my shoulder, silently asking the question.
“I want to see your face when you remember me.” His hands made quick work of his belt. The sound of his zipper lowering was like a threat. He didn’t bother to shed his pants before he covered me with his body. “Who am I?”
“Please.”
“Who am I, Angel?” He lifted his hips and lowered his pants enough to free his erection.
“Just fuck me.”
He wasted no time following my command. His hard length plunged to the very depths of me making me cry out and lose my breath simultaneously. Just as I began to revel in the feeling of him filling me full, he abandoned my body slowly.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
“Then don’t ask again.”
His hands were quick and strong, flipping me over onto my stomach. I felt his fingers digging into my hips and his chest pressing into my back as he leaned over me.
“Angel.”
His pet name for me was followed by a bite on my shoulder sending vibrations down my spine.
It was a warning.
A threat.
One that I should heed, but my pride wouldn’t let me.
“Fine.” His hand parted my thighs but bypassed my sex for the forbidden. “Have it your way and I’ll have you mine.”
“Dasher…”
“Too late, Angel.”
His fingers biting into the skin of my hips was my only warning before my ass was forced in the air.
“Dash?”
“Shh.” His finger dipped inside my sex and teased until I was dripping with need. He then slowly eased them out and brought them up, spreading my ass open more and teasing the puckered flesh. With each pass of his fingers, he grew bolder until his fingers invaded my ass and then started the familiar push and pull until I was writhing and wordlessly begging for more.
“I’m going to fuck your ass now, Angel.”
I had only registered the feeling of him probing my entrance before he plunged inside me uncaring, unforgiving, and unapologetic. He was impossibly hard as was his thrusts.
The force of his possession was too much for my heart and body to handle and yet I couldn’t make him stop. In this moment, I wanted to give him what he wanted. What we both wanted. Even if it was just pretend.
“I told you, Willow Olivia Waters. You’re mine.”
I could only muster a small sound that was barely a moan and to push back onto his cock.
That’s when the pounding began.
Hard.
Fast.
Unrelenting.
And completely mind blowing.
I wanted to beg. I wanted to scream. Fuck me, I wanted to be his. But I was tainted. By lies and fear. I didn’t deserve love with him.
I hadn’t realized I was crying until I felt his tongue trail my cheek. “Crying won’t make me stop, Angel.” The rumble of his voice was electrocuting and thrilling.
“No.”
“No?”
“Don’t stop.”
His answering laughter was unexpected and strangely chilling. “You better fucking believe I won’t.”
The threat of pleasure led to floodgates opening and the tiny thread of Dash’s control to snap.
“Such a tight ass.” As if on command, my ass gripped him and the groan that rumbled from his chest was music to my ears. My ass pushed back against him, against my will, silently asking for more. “When I’m ready, I’m going to come in your mouth. Would you like that?”
“Looking for these?”
I turned my head to see my panties hooked around his finger at eye level. I moved to take them, but he moved his hand away just in time and stuffed them in his pocket.
At least they weren’t lying in the middle of the office floor…
In the next moment, his hand forced its way between my thighs. “Spread your legs.”
I wanted to refuse.
I really did.
Instead, I did what any girl would do when faced with someone as hot as Dash and a voice that promised ecstasy to the stars and back. Never mind the emotional connection. Sometimes the physical was enough to forget who we are.
As soon as my legs shifted, his hand cupped my sex completely.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
His fingers rubbed tantalizingly against my sex. Strumming me to delirium. “I’m going to make you remember.”
It was then I realized my mistake. I wasn’t fighting some horny teenager anymore. I was defying a man bent on having his will obeyed.
He led me to the bed, and with every shift of his body, his clothes rubbed against my naked skin, increasing my feels of vulnerability.
He pushed me lightly, bending me over, and I caught myself on my hands and crawled toward the headboard. His hand caught my foot before I could get far so I looked over my shoulder, silently asking the question.
“I want to see your face when you remember me.” His hands made quick work of his belt. The sound of his zipper lowering was like a threat. He didn’t bother to shed his pants before he covered me with his body. “Who am I?”
“Please.”
“Who am I, Angel?” He lifted his hips and lowered his pants enough to free his erection.
“Just fuck me.”
He wasted no time following my command. His hard length plunged to the very depths of me making me cry out and lose my breath simultaneously. Just as I began to revel in the feeling of him filling me full, he abandoned my body slowly.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
“Then don’t ask again.”
His hands were quick and strong, flipping me over onto my stomach. I felt his fingers digging into my hips and his chest pressing into my back as he leaned over me.
“Angel.”
His pet name for me was followed by a bite on my shoulder sending vibrations down my spine.
It was a warning.
A threat.
One that I should heed, but my pride wouldn’t let me.
“Fine.” His hand parted my thighs but bypassed my sex for the forbidden. “Have it your way and I’ll have you mine.”
“Dasher…”
“Too late, Angel.”
His fingers biting into the skin of my hips was my only warning before my ass was forced in the air.
“Dash?”
“Shh.” His finger dipped inside my sex and teased until I was dripping with need. He then slowly eased them out and brought them up, spreading my ass open more and teasing the puckered flesh. With each pass of his fingers, he grew bolder until his fingers invaded my ass and then started the familiar push and pull until I was writhing and wordlessly begging for more.
“I’m going to fuck your ass now, Angel.”
I had only registered the feeling of him probing my entrance before he plunged inside me uncaring, unforgiving, and unapologetic. He was impossibly hard as was his thrusts.
The force of his possession was too much for my heart and body to handle and yet I couldn’t make him stop. In this moment, I wanted to give him what he wanted. What we both wanted. Even if it was just pretend.
“I told you, Willow Olivia Waters. You’re mine.”
I could only muster a small sound that was barely a moan and to push back onto his cock.
That’s when the pounding began.
Hard.
Fast.
Unrelenting.
And completely mind blowing.
I wanted to beg. I wanted to scream. Fuck me, I wanted to be his. But I was tainted. By lies and fear. I didn’t deserve love with him.
I hadn’t realized I was crying until I felt his tongue trail my cheek. “Crying won’t make me stop, Angel.” The rumble of his voice was electrocuting and thrilling.
“No.”
“No?”
“Don’t stop.”
His answering laughter was unexpected and strangely chilling. “You better fucking believe I won’t.”
The threat of pleasure led to floodgates opening and the tiny thread of Dash’s control to snap.
“Such a tight ass.” As if on command, my ass gripped him and the groan that rumbled from his chest was music to my ears. My ass pushed back against him, against my will, silently asking for more. “When I’m ready, I’m going to come in your mouth. Would you like that?”
