Power Play: Katie and the Dom (7 page)

“Ohhh fuck,
Kitten, ohhhh your fucking pussy! I’m gonna come so hard!” He growled, his hips
pumping faster, harder, driving in deeper than she thought was possible,
slamming her so hard against the wall she felt as if the whole building was
going to fall down around them.

“Ahhhhh
Katie, ohhhhh!” He went up on his toes, thrusting her up the wall as he came,
and she felt every hot swell of his cock as he plunged into her tight hole,
filling her with fiery hot blasts of cum, so deep in made her belly burn. She
clung to him, whimpering against his shoulder, feeling his whole body
shuddering with his climax.

She slowly
relaxed, nuzzling his neck, kissing his collarbone, his jaw. They both looked
up when someone knocked at the door.

“Mr. Quinn?”
It was Jenna.

Katie bit
her lip, hissing, “Hurry! Put me down!”

“No,” he
whispered, her earlobe between his teeth. “I told you I wasn’t going to stop
fucking you.”

“The people
from Fitness Craze are waiting downstairs for you, sir.”

“Let them
wait,” he called, dismissing her.

“Oh Liam,”
she whispered, amazed to feel his cock swelling again inside of her. It wasn’t
possible—was it? But he was hard again, and he was fucking her, panting and
grinding and making her pussy sing with pleasure.

She gasped
when he grabbed her ass and swung her around in his arms, carrying her, still
fucking her, oh god, lifting her up and down on his length, over toward the
window. It was double pane glass—the same glass he’d watched her doing yoga
through—and she could see the class still going on, winding up now, everyone
relaxing in child’s pose.

“Liam!” she
cried but he had her turned around again, fucking her with her back pressed to
the window this time instead of the wall. “Will it hold us?”

“I don’t
fucking care,” he panted, punishing her pussy with his cock, so hard again it
hurt, and she begged him for more, gasping his name. She was so close to coming
it was maddening, but she couldn’t quite get there, not like this. Her clit
throbbed, needing more direct stimulation, and she shifted her hips, looking
for something, anything, to rub up against.

Then Liam
had her in his lap, collapsing into the big leather office chair behind him,
taking her with him and nestling her into the saddle of his hips, still buried
in her flesh. She looked down at him in surprise, but he leaned back, forcing
his cock deeper, looking up at her as she straddled him. His hands went to her
hips, guiding her on his cock, not up and down but back and forth, a sensation
that made her pussy purr.

“Touch
yourself,” he told her, hands manipulating her, back and forth, back and forth,
pelvis’s grinding. It was easy to reach her clit from this angle and she found
it with her fingers, sighing and rubbing, her eyes half-closed with bliss. Liam
rocked his hips back, forcing her forward, and captured one of her breasts in
his mouth, not just the nipple but the areola too, sucking deeply.

“Oh yes!”
she moaned, forgetting about the people on the other side of the door, the people
waiting downstairs, the yoga class rolling up their mats and chatting down
below. She could see them, but they couldn’t see her. There was no one in the
world but Liam, only Liam, and she was his.

“I want you
to come.” He licked her nipple, lashing it with his tongue, still grinding her
into his lap, rubbing the head of his cock so deep, round and round. “Come all
over me, Kitten.”

She cried
out, unable to resist his direction, her fingers working furiously between her
thighs, her other nipple lost in the hot, wet suck of his mouth. Her orgasm
wasn’t a wave or even a tsunami, it was the whole fucking ocean folding in on
itself, drowning both of them. She felt it take her, straightening her spine
and curling her toes, and even the members down on the floor gathering for
Pilates had to have heard her screaming with pleasure, the hot clamp of her
pussy on Liam’s cock forcing his own climax.

“Katie!” He
groaned and thrust up, his head going back in the chair, and they probably
would have tipped over if the desk hadn’t been behind them. He lifted her up
with his hips, his cock exploding again like a white hot geyser, the continual,
persist tug of her pussy like the moon pulling the tide, unstoppable. “Oh fuck!
Fuck! Baby!”

“Yes!” She
urged, keeping up the motion all on her own, back and forth, her clit still
throbbing as she rocked on top of him, wanting more, more—she couldn’t get
enough. Liam groaned, collapsing into the chair, grabbing an armful of hair
this time and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply, his tongue pulling
her in.

“Oh sweet,
sweet Kitten,” he murmured, fingertips running down her sweaty back. “Now
that’s what I call a workout.”

She giggled “Way
better than yoga.”

The phone
rang and he sighed, reaching over and picking it up. “Quinn.”

Katie slowly
disengaged herself from his lap and he listened, retrieving her clothes and
pulling them quickly on. Behind her, Liam was dressing, the phone crooked
between his shoulder and his ear.

“Good girl,
Jenna,” he said finally, grinning at the way Katie glared at his term of
endearment. “Excellent way to stall them. I’ll be right down.”

“Big
business deal?” Katie asked, perched on the arm of the leather sofa, watching
him pull on his suit coat.

Liam quickly
tied his tie. “Fitness Craze wants to merge with us. It will make us the
largest health club chain in the country.”

“And what do
you have to do with it?” she wondered out loud

“I own the
company.”

She gaped at
him. “All of them? The whole chain?”

Well,
that explains the brand new Maserati.

“I thought
you were interested in my skills as a Dom, not in my money.” Liam came out from
behind the desk, catching her around the waist and pulling her in close, using
his other hand to restrain her wrists behind her back. Just that made her stomach
do flips.

“I am,” she
insisted, looking up at him, hopeful. “Does this mean… are we… can we…?”

He smiled at
her hesitation, but didn’t help her out.

“Are you
going to train me?” she whispered.

“What do you
think I’ve been doing?” He laughed, shaking his head. “You don’t need the fancy
joint and all the equipment you know. As a personal trainer, I could train
anyone, anywhere, using anything. I can do the same as a Dom.”

“Well don’t
tell that to Fitness Craze.” She smiled, nuzzling her cheek against his chest,
her heart soaring, but then she thought of something that hadn’t occurred to
her before. “But… what about… do you have any other… you know… clients?”

He frowned,
lifting her chin so he could look into her eyes. “You’re not a client, Katie.”

“No?”

“No, you’re
my…” He hesitated and she watched him struggle, waiting. “You’re my kitten.” He
seemed satisfied with that, and so was she, and he embraced her tightly. “I
guess this means my basement is all for you now. Starting tonight.”

“Tonight?”
Her eyes widened.

“Oh yes.”
Liam nodded, his smile grim. “You’re going to be punished for interrupting me
at work when I told you to wait.”

“Ohh…” Her
ass clenched at the thought. She looked at him, considering. “You’re really
going to do this… only with me? Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He
pressed his lips to her forehead and she felt his breath, warm and sweet. “Life
doesn’t throw naked, crying submissives at my feet every day, you know.”

She flushed.
“So you knew from the beginning?”

“I knew when
I asked you to show me, that night in the car, and you did.” He caressed her
cheek and she took his hand in hers, turning it over and kissing his palm, just
like she had then.

The knock on
the door made them both jump.

“Damnit.” He
kissed her again, quickly this time, but hard. “My place. Tonight. The
basement.”

“But… I
don’t know how much of a deterrent punishments are, really, to being a brat,
when so far, the punishments have been so…” She sighed happily.

He chuckled.
“You’ll learn.”

Liam let her
go, striding to answer the door and as Katie watched him, she knew he was absolutely
right.

She’d always
been a quick study.

The
End

ABOUT SELENA KITT

Selena Kitt is a bestselling and
award-winning author of erotic fiction. She is one of the highest selling
erotic writers in the business. With half a million ebooks sold in 2011 alone,
she is the cream-at-the-top of erotica!

Her writing embodies everything
from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws
and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to
new, thought-provoking depths.

When she’s not pawing away
at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company
(www.excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family—a
husband and four children—and her growing organic garden. She loves
bellydancing and photography. She also loves four poster beds, tattoos,
voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of chewing gum and leather,
and playing kitty cat.

Her books
EcoErotica
(2009),
The Real Mother Goose
(2010) and
Heidi and the Kaiser
(2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance,
Second
Chance
, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story,
Connections
,
was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic
short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees,
where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind”
(without author’s name available.)

She can be reached on her website
at
www.selenakitt.com

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EXCERPT:

“Kelsey, do you have short-term memory issues?” He leaned back in his
chair, loosening his tie.

“N—no.” She could see where this was going, of course, but was helpless to
stop it.

He crooked his finger, motioning her forward. “Then you do remember what I
said about your wardrobe yesterday?”

She nodded, walking slowly toward him, feeling like she was in a dream.
This wasn’t happening. Couldn’t be happening. Of course she remembered what
he’d said. But surely one violation of the office dress-code didn’t warrant
anything more than a warning.
Another warning.
Certainly not anything
so dire as getting fired. Or worse.

A spanking?

“Did you read the dress code when I hired you?” Oliver inquired as she
stepped around to his side of the desk as he indicated. He turned his chair toward
her as she approached, her trembling knees almost touching his. She just nodded
her response, looking down at him. “I must not have been specific enough, is
that it?”

“I—I don’t…” Kelsey’s breath caught when his hand cupped her knee in her
striped stockings. His fingers caught the fabric of her tights and pulled,
letting them snap back into place.

“Striped stockings are not allowed,” he reminded her. “Black, navy or nude
only.”

“Oh.” Of course she knew—but maybe if she played dumb? His hand was still
on her knee. No, her thigh. Oh that felt nice. His hands were big, covering a
lot of area.