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  His cock bounced as his entire body quivered. “This wasn’t exactly how I pictured our first time together.”

  “Then it’s a good thing you’re not in charge,” she said, and he let out a soft groan as the plug pushed inward. Back out. In again. Just a little bit. Opening him up. Stretching him without being uncomfortable physically, although mentally he was still struggling a bit with how good it felt. How much he liked it. “I’ve been picturing riding you on my desk for days.”

  Well when she put it that way.

  The plug pushed in deeper, making him gasp. The surface was cool, but it was more the strangeness of having something inside of him there. Holding him open. Filling him. He clenched rhythmically around it and… fuck it felt so good. Olivia pumped it back and forth and then pushed again, crooning and rubbing his lower back as he felt it push in and then… settle.

  At least, that’s what it felt like. As if it was fully inside of him, nestled into his most private area, a raw and carnal reminder that he was being dominated. The sensation was both exhilarating and a bit terrifying.

  “Good, Luke, very good,” Olivia said, running her hands up and down his sides. Caressing him. Adding to the sensations running rampant through his body. His cock was throbbing like he was ready to cum and she hadn’t even touched him yet. “How do you feel?”

  “Um…” He could barely think and she wanted him to talk about how he felt? Her low laugh was soft, satisfied. Aroused.

  “What’s your color, Luke?”

  Right, they’d been over that in class. Stoplights to indicate where he was emotionally, mentally, and physically in the scene.

  “Green, ma’am.”

  Green meant go.

  “Good, cupcake. Up on my desk. On your back.”

  For the love of all things holy, she’d meant it.

  Thankfully Olivia kept a very clean desk. She only needed to move a few things, like her lamp, as Luke very carefully, very gingerly lifted himself onto the desk and lay on his back. Everything felt different with an anal plug inside of him. Every movement felt more acute, every muscle more attuned… and when he’d put the barest bit of weight on it he’d felt it, full and thick and pressing on him. Above him, his cock bobbed eagerly, dark red and straining; one pearly drop of liquid had seeped out of the slit and glistened in the low light.

  Now it was her turn to strip down and Olivia wasted no time. Her movements were graceful but efficient as she quickly removed each item of clothing and placed it on the chair. It wasn’t a strip tease, but his body reacted like it was. His hand twitched, wanting to wrap around his cock and pump while he watched her; his ass clenched around the plug inside of him, seeking the stimulation he’d found so unnerving before.

  “I know from your survey and forms you’re clean. So am I and I’m on the shot,” she said as she undressed. “It’s up to you if you’d like us to use a condom or not.”

  “No condom,” he said quickly, practically stumbling over the words and making her laugh. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation.

  Olivia was all pale pink and ivory, except for her fiery tresses, her muscles sleek on limber limbs as she began to crawl up onto the table with all the polished grace of a hunting feline.

  “Now, cupcake,” she said as she climbed onto the desk, swinging one leg over his body so she was straddling him, hovering over his cock. “I want you to do one thing for me… just one.”

  She took his cock in her hand, making him groan as she wrapped her fingers around his swollen length. Fuck that felt fucking amazing.

  “What ma’am?” he choked out as she stroked, pulled, adjusted… placed him at the entrance of her body.

  “You’re not allowed to cum until I do,” she said, and then she sank onto him.

  Luke practically levitated off of the desk, his back arching, as the hot, sinful sensation of her wet pussy enveloped his cock. His body automatically clenched, which meant the anal plug immediately made its presence known, jerking inside of him as his muscles worked. The tingling at the base of his spine and the tightening of his balls were familiar signs of impending orgasm, and yet he had to push it back, push it down as Olivia wriggled and sighed with feminine pleasure as she settled atop him.

  ******

  Oh yes.

  Thick.

  Long.

  So very hard.

  Olivia moaned as she rose up and sank back down on Luke’s straining cock, her hands pressed on his chest as she began to ride him. His body jerked beneath hers, pushing upwards, following her as she moved away. When his hands came up, reaching for her, she caught them with her own, sliding her fingers between his so they met palm to palm.

  She used his hands to brace herself, to assist her own movements as she moved atop him.

  Slowly.

  Savoring the sensation of sinking down on his thick length over and over again. She could see the strain in his face, knew he was struggling with his own sexual excitement, with the pleasure of watching her above him… of being dominated sexually. The light in his eyes was ecstatic as he watched her, drinking her in, feeding the tiny bit of exhibitionist she had in her.

  Olivia did like to be watched, but by a very select audience. Usually just an audience of one.

  If he was a very bad sub, one day she might punish him by tying him up and then playing with herself to multiple orgasms while he watched.

  Watching him watch her got her hot. She was more aware of the rise and fall of her breasts, the way her back arched as she ground herself down atop him, her pussy clenching around his cock. Squeezing his hands, she began to move faster, harder, her thighs working as she filled herself with him again and again.

  “Oh fuck… Olivia… ma’am… I…”

  “Be good for me, Luke,” she admonished, panting the words out between breaths. His eyes closed, forehead wrinkling as he did his best to obey. Seeing him strain, seeing him submit, pushed her to the edge.

  Her muscles tightened down, making him feel even larger, thicker inside of her as she let out a cry and plunged down atop him, burying his cock inside of her. Settled fully atop him, she gyrated her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy against the base of his shaft, grinding her swollen clit against his groin.

  “Olivia!” His back arched, fingers squeezing hers roughly.

  “Cum for me, Luke, cum for me now.”

  He was going to anyway, but her words would be burned into his brain as he did so, and the feel of him throbbing inside of her in response to her words as her own orgasm crested increased both of their rapture. They cried out in unison, Olivia shuddering atop him as she came, her muscles clenching and pulling at his cock, milking him of his seed.

  ******

  This was what he’d been looking for, what he’d been missing in every other relationship.

  The utter satisfaction of knowing exactly what the woman he was with wanted, of knowing he was providing it to her, of feeling her complete enjoyment of his efforts to please and pleasure her. Luke felt like his orgasm went on and on as Olivia’s did, the hot pleasure jerking through him even after he’d emptied himself into her, making him feel as though his orgasm was unending.

  He quivered.

  Throbbed.

  Ached.

  The plug inside of him had only added to the overwhelming physical sensations that swamped him, leaving him utterly breathless and completely spent.

  As Olivia relaxed, slumping over him, he used the last of his strength to help her slowly lower her upper body until she was resting against his chest, her head directly over his still-pounding heart.

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  Being on top definitely had perks.

  Luke had a lot of hard muscle but she was sure he was more comfortable to lay on top of than her desk. Yet he didn’t utter a single word of complaint, not even about the plug still inside of him.

  Letting go of his hands, she sighed happily as his arms crept up and around her, holding her
. Fingers stroking her soft skin almost reverently. With the side of her face nestled against his shoulder, she ran her fingers through his chest hair, just enjoying the feel of him so close to her. It felt good. Right.

  There was still part of her which was unsure, mostly because she felt incredibly vulnerable in this moment. She’d been somewhat reassured by their argument—and she doubted he’d ever bring up her working at Marquis during a disagreement again—but if things went south it was really going to suck.

  Then again, that was pretty much true about every relationship, wasn’t it?

  “What are you thinking about?” Luke asked, his hand drifting up to play with her hair. Olivia hummed with happiness as his fingers slid between the locks to massage her scalp.

  “About how shitastic this could still be,” she admitted. “But I’m starting to think it’s worth the risk.”

  His body rumbled underneath her as he chuckled. “If this is you starting to think it’s worth the risk, I’m almost a little afraid of what happens when you decide it definitely is.”

  “No you’re not.”

  “No,” he agreed. “Not really. I could definitely get used to this.”

  “Even the plug?” she had to ask.

  “The plug’s not so bad.”

  Olivia pushed herself partially upright so she could see his face. He kept his hand in her hair, fingers still massaging, while his other caressed her side. With his eyes closed, he looked completely serene. Replete. Satisfaction slid through her.

  “What about when I get out the strap-on?” she teased.

  One blue eye opened to look at her. “If it’s what you want, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

  Despite his supposed nonchalance, she felt his body quiver, his softened cock jerking slightly inside of her. The movement actually made him slide out of her, but she’d still felt it. The idea of making him one day admit how much he loved being pegged by her held definite appeal.

  Unfortunately, their post-sex blissful reverie was interrupted by the sudden blaring of alarms, which had both of them cursing and practically falling off the desk as the loud shriek scared the crap out of both of them.

  It wasn’t the fire alarm either.

  ******

  By the time Luke managed to remove the plug and get dressed Olivia was already out the door and about a minute ahead of him. She’d given him an apologetic look as she dashed out and he’d almost tried to call her back, but he’d ended up just attempting to move even faster. Which meant practically tripping over his jeans as he got them over his legs while skip-hopping to the door, putting on his shoes in the hall, and buttoning up his shirt as he rushed downstairs. The alarms turned off while he was moving, which meant someone downstairs had taken care of it—mostly likely Nick or Avery, which calmed him somewhat.

  Olivia wasn’t down there alone, and whoever was down there worked there—or else they wouldn’t have known the alarm code.

  Cold hit him as soon as he came practically careening into the main room of the restaurant. The fact that his brother didn’t look at all amused when he looked up and saw Luke with his shirt slightly askew because he’d missed a button, no socks, and obviously out of breath and rumpled, spoke to the seriousness of the situation. Nick’s face was drawn, tight with anger, as he stood next to Olivia, apparently ignoring the biting cold which was coming in through the broken window at the front of the restaurant.

  Somehow Olivia managed to look completely cool, calm, and in charge, even though she must have his cum leaking into her underwear and she wasn’t wearing a bra under her shirt. She had managed to button hers correctly, even though she’d been practically flying while she’d been putting it on. Avery was standing close to the entrance to the kitchen, on the phone—it sounded like she was making a report.

  “What happened?” Luke demanded, striding forward to where Olivia and Nick were standing.

  “The police say not to touch it!” Avery called to him, interrupting her own conversation for a brief moment.

  Her expression blank, Olivia gestured to the item on the floor.

  It was a large brick with a piece of paper tied to it. The way it had fallen had the paper facing the front of the restaurant and Luke walked around to see what it said.

  YOUR GONNA PAY CUNT

  Luke’s face hardened as he took in the message.

  “Looks like this asshole knows where Marquis is now,” Nick said seriously. His eyes only lingered for a moment on Luke’s uneven buttoning situation before rising to meet Luke’s gaze.

  “Shit-gibbon,” Olivia murmured, almost absent-mindedly correcting him as she studied Luke’s hard expression.

  “What?” Nick blinked, looking taken aback.

  Holding her hand to Luke, silently requesting him to step away from the window and come back to her, Olivia repeated the epithet a little louder. “Shit-gibbon. That’s what we’re calling this asshole.”

  A smile almost made it on to his brother’s face. “He definitely has the spelling of one.”

  “Really?” Luke asked sardonically as he took Olivia’s hand, which was already slightly chilled. He immediately reached for her other hand as well so he could cup them between his palms and warm them for her. “The incorrect ‘your’ is what you’re going to concentrate on?”

  Nick shrugged.

  “The police are on their way,” Avery called from across the room. “I’m going to wait in the kitchen where it’s warm. Does anyone want some tea?”

  “Tea?” Nick asked, turning toward her with a disgusted look on his face. “Your first thought is for tea?”

  “Tea is soothing,” Avery retorted. “It’s also warm.”

  “I would actually love some tea,” Olivia said, gently reclaiming one of her hands and turning to move towards the kitchen. Towed along by her other hand, Luke shrugged at his fuming brother.

  What? Tea did sound good.

  Helping Avery score a hit on his younger brother was just a bonus.

  ******

  Kincaid and the police arrived only a few minutes before Patrick and Lexie did. The uniforms were out front and with Nick in the security office, checking out the security footage, and Kincaid, Luke, Avery, and herself were sipping tea in the kitchen answering Kincaid’s questions when the big man came rushing in. One look at Patrick and it was clear he was full of fighting vim and vigor.

  She’d heard Hilary describe him that way once and was a really good description of when Patrick’s ire was super up. Sometimes the things Hilary said were just weird but they worked.

  Especially when Olivia wanted to distract herself thinking about odd old sayings instead of the reality of her stalker.

  “How the hell did he know to find her here?” Patrick practically roared as soon as he caught sight of Kincaid. His dark eyes were sparking with protective fury and Olivia was pretty sure the hand he had curled around the back of Lexie’s neck was the only reason he wasn’t also pacing and possibly banging his fist as well. The hold he had on his submissive and girlfriend was gentle but firm and—for Patrick—was akin to a lifeline.

  Lexie’s big blue eyes were huge in her pale face, making her look even younger and more pixie-ish than usual. The fluffy white winter coat she was wearing made her black hair and blue eyes stand out brightly, but even against the stark backdrop she looked wane. Not to mention torn because her eyes were glued to Olivia but she was cuddled close to Patrick, obviously realizing her presence was the only thing keeping him from completely losing his shit.

  When she took in the sight of Luke hovering next to Olivia, his arm around her with his hand resting on her hip while she sipped from the cup of tea he’d prepared for her, Lexie smiled just a little, a tiny bit of her usual sparkle making its way back into her eyes. Olivia gave her a Look, which just made her lips curve even more.

  There was no doubt, Lexie did love her gossip.

  But then her face dropped again as she remembered the seriousness of the situation and the moment of levity was over.
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br />   “If we knew that, we’d probably know who he is,” Kincaid said calmly, turning to face Patrick. To his credit, he only flinched a little when Patrick glared even harder at him. Looking a little worried, Lexie leaned against her boyfriend, distracting him. The moment he glanced down at her, he softened a little. Just a touch.

  Sometimes they were so fucking cute it was stupid.

  “Maybe the shit-gibbon has been keeping closer tabs on me than we thought,” Olivia said dryly. “But if he has been, that’s no one’s fault but his.”

  “How can you be so calm about this?” Patrick demanded, pointing a finger at her with his free hand, scowling.

  Honestly, yelling at Luke yesterday and then making up this morning with hot sex probably had a lot to do with it, but Olivia wasn’t going to admit to that. She just lifted her tea to her lips and sipped.

  Calm.

  Cool.

  Collected.

  Lexie’s eyes narrowed at her. “You got laid!” she exclaimed, almost accusatory.

  Olivia almost snorted hot tea. Thankfully she ended up just choking a little, which still wasn’t exactly comfortable. Behind her, she could feel Luke shifting uncomfortably and she had to resist the urge to look and see if he was blushing. Off to the side, Nick snickered, earning an elbow in the side from Avery. Both Patrick and Kincaid looked amused, although Patrick still looked frustrated as well.

  “Ah ha!” Lexie jabbed her finger at Olivia, much in the same way Patrick had but with a lot more glee. “I knew it!”

  “Pixie,” Patrick said, tightening his grip on her neck and tilting her head back to look at him. “Not the time.”

  “Right.” Sighing, Lexie tipped her head back, using Patrick’s grip on her neck to support her while she rolled her muscles around. “Okay, so what can we actually do here to be useful instead of just ranting?”

  She ignored the look Patrick gave her, which promised later retribution, and her comment immediately had the effect of lightening the mood for everyone. Even Patrick looked lighter; probably because now he had a punishment to plan. Nothing like giving a dominant a little control to make them happy.