"Tell me to stop."
His voice was hot against her neck as Tony kissed her there passionately. He had her hands pinned above her head as he pressed her against the wall. His tongue tasted her skin as she writhed beneath him. He moved his pelvis into her and felt her squirm and her breath catch. He raised his head to her face once again.
"Just tell me to stop, Michelle."
Her heavy breathing was the only audible sound as she glared at him through her half-open eyes. This man had set her body on absolute fire! Michelle couldn't remember ever being this turned on before and now...this man? He was the complete opposite of the type that was usually interested in her. He was tall, dark, very handsome, and very masculine. Michelle bit her lip as she looked into his gorgeous brown eyes. "What do you want?"
"You know what I'll have." He held both of her hands above her head with one of his as the other began tracing down her body. He kissed her mouth as his hand crept around and cupped her buttocks firmly and raised her to him. "But you tell me to stop...and I will."
Her chest heaved, making the buttons on her silk blouse strain against the fabric across her chest. She half-heartedly tried to wriggle her arms free of his grasp. He grunted as he pressed his body into hers against the wall. "You don't want me to let you go." He kissed her deeply, his tongue plundering her mouth as he tightened his grip on her hands. "You want to be taken. You need to be taken, don't you?" His Italian accent was very distinct as he spoke against her cheek while he pressed his groin into hers. She could plainly feel his impressive erection through his pants and she whimpered at her need for him. He took one hand from her wrists caught her hair in it. Tony turned her face to his as he spoke against her lips. "Let me take you, Michelle."
They stood like that for what seemed like an eternity, but was really only a couple seconds. She stared into his gorgeous brown eyes, her words of surrender on the tip of her tongue. Something wouldn't let her. Something kept stopping her every time she wanted to throw herself at his feet and beg him to take her, to fuck her, to own her. His mouth took hers again in a deep, wet kiss as he held her head still by his hand in her hair. Michelle was in such a high state of arousal she pressed her pelvis back into him unconsciously, even as she tried to free her hands still pinned above her head. She moaned into his mouth, wanting so much to give in...to let go...to lose control. "I...I can't Tony." The words were broken and whispered against his lips.
He began trailing his lips down her neck again. "Yes you can...and you will." He released her hands, yet she kept them above her head as he began trailing his fingers down the sides of her body.
"I..." Her breath caught as he undid the first three buttons on her blouse. "It's...I don't even know you...I work here..."
"So?" He didn't look up at her as he buried his face in her cleavage and began nudging her bra down with his mouth. His hands cupped her ass as he pressed his groin into hers once again, forcing a moan from deep in her throat as Michelle felt the heat between her legs grow even more intense. She arched her chest up to him, freeing the majority of her breasts from the strapless bra and inviting his hot mouth to them. He moaned as his tongue flicked one...then the other, making her shudder. "You will be mine...you know this...you want this."
Her head was swimming as he began sucking on her left nipple harder and harder. She was whimpering with need, desperate to feel this man taking her. She began pressing her body into him harder, wanting him to throw her across the table and fuck her brains out...but not having the guts to tell him that. His hands were going wild across her firm frame as his mouth ignited a whole new fire inside her.
Her shirt was completely unbuttoned now as he cupped her breasts in both of his hands. He rubbed one while sucking the other as Michelle moaned and ran her hands through his hair. Her knees were getting weak as his occasional nip on her breasts made her gasp and press them into his mouth harder. He moaned against her as one of his hands crept up her leg, raising her skirt. She spread her legs for him as his palm found her hot mound. She gasped as he began rubbing circles over her underwear. He could feel the wetness that had soaked through her panties and continued rubbing and pressing his hand against her. Michelle began moving her hips against his hand as he raised his face to hers again. "Come on Michelle. Let me take you." His voice was husky with need as he traced her lips with his tongue. Her head was back, eyes closed, arms clinging to him as he continued rubbing her aching pussy through her soaked panties.
She opened her eyes as looked at him, feeling a bit scared. "But...but I...."
"Enough." His tone turned brisk and demanding, as his hand suddenly stopped its delicious torture. "You know you need this. You know you need me." She stopped her movements as he stood in front of her, his face inches from hers, but otherwise not touching her anymore. "Either you tell me no right now, in which case I will leave and never bother you again...or you become mine." He stared deeply into her eyes. They stood there like that, Tony staring into her eyes. Michelle returned his stare and finally nodded at him. He questioned her with his eyes and she nodded again. "Good." He kissed her roughly and whispered in her ear, "undress."
Michelle gasped, and nearly laughed as she surely thought he was joking. I mean...they were in a conference room at her office. Yeah, everyone else had gone home for the night, but she had just met this man a few hours ago. There had been an intense attraction between them all afternoon, which was only bolstered by the trip to the bar down the street. She had left her colleagues there to fetch some work she had left in her desk. Next thing she knew, Tony came up behind her and pushed her into the conference room. They were all over each other instantly. Michelle was even startled at her reaction to him, as she was normally MUCH more reserved than that. But, when he grabbed her hair and crushed her lips beneath his as he bent her over the conference table, she couldn't remember a time when she was more aroused. It wasn't until he had her pinned against the wall that she woke from her hormone-filled phase. Now, here he was...standing in front of her telling her to undress. She took a shaky breath. She couldn't deny that she wanted him to fuck her. None of the sweet, slow, sensuous love-making stuff...she wanted him to take her, to own her, to fuck her like no one else ever knew how.
"Tony...I..." She bit her lip and looked down.
"It's ok that you want to, Michelle." He voice was so deep and calm. "It's ok to do something you're not used to." He stepped closer so his face was right in front of hers. "You know you ache to be taken." He nuzzled her neck as his soft words floated to her ears. "You want someone strong...someone who can please you...someone who will take you and make you do whatever they want." She moaned as his tongue flicked her earlobe. "You want that don't you? You want to be dominated, don't you?"
"Yes." Her whisper was barely audible.
"Then let go." He stood back and looked into her eyes.
"But, I...I work here." She glanced up at him and saw the desire in his eyes.
"I'm not going to tell." He lifted a corner of his mouth as her hands slowly went around his waist. She lifted her mouth to his as he met her waiting lips. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and felt her knees go weak as he clamped his arms around her. She moaned in his mouth and he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She shivered and began pulling at his shirt, wanting it off him. "No." he broke their kiss. "No...you will undress for me."
She stopped. "Are you serious?"
He nodded.
She looked around nervously.
"There's no one here." He touched her face. "You want me. God knows I want you." He kissed her deeply. "Take your clothes off for me." He kissed her again and ran one of his hands up her leg. "Let me see you."
The thought that if it were any other man on the face of the earth asking her to do this, Michelle would have told him to take a flying leap...did cross her mind. But, the thought of Tony not touching her...not being inside her...not wanting her was more than she could bear. She had this innate need to please this man. She loved how he made her feel...so alive, so sexual, so womanly.
Tony took his mouth to her breasts again, making her throw her head back and thrust her chest out to him. He suckled her hard, nibbling and licking, mauling them with his hands. Michelle was moaning and gyrating her hips against him when he stopped. "Last chance, love."
She made the decision in her head and took a deep breath. She leaned back against the wall as she slowly worked her arms out of her blouse. It slid off her shoulders and floated to the floor. Her breasts were already out of her strapless bra, so she reached to her back and unsnapped the hooks. It fell to the floor. Tony's eyes hadn't left her yet as she found the zipper on her hip for her skirt. She pulled it down and felt the skirt fall away from her as she stared back at him. She hadn't worn nylons, so all that was left were her panties and high heels. As she worked her thumbs underneath the waistline, she heard a strangle groan come from him. He was smiling as he took off his suit coat and began loosening his tie. "Wait. Not yet."
Michelle froze, and watched him unbutton his white oxford shirt. His chest was nothing short of magnificent as he discarded the garment in the corner. He stepped out of his shoes and unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the floor, leaving him only in his boxer shorts. He stood in front of her then. "You should always be naked with me, little one."
She felt a rush go through her. She nodded as her eyes took in his incredible body.
"You say, Yes Sir."
She cleared her throat. "Yes, Sir." What she was actually saying didn't dawn on her. She just knew she needed this man right now, in this moment.
"Take your panties off. Leave your shoes on."
