Dean sat at his desk in the office wondering when the day would ever end. Work had been slow and boring for him all week long, and it hadn't helped that things on Lily's side of the office were hopping. They could usually entertain one another with casual conversation over the office messaging system when they weren't busy. Today wasn't one of those days, though.
It made matters worse that Dean's night had been filled with abstract dreams fueled by hunger for his co-worker. Life outside of work had been busy for them both, lately, resulting in it being a week or more since they were last together. He made himself avoid counting the days. That would only add to his frustration, and it was already at dangerous levels.
He picked up his phone and began punching out a message. They almost never texted while at work. It was best to keep things professional, if friendly, at the office. But he couldn't stand it any longer. Dean hit [SEND] and stretched up, looking out his office door and across the cubicles that separated Lily's office from his. He could just barely make out the motion of her picking up her phone. Her back stiffened and he could imagine her eyes going wide as she read.
"I woke this morning needing to fuck you until you could barely breathe and couldn't walk, much less think. I need to mark you, ravage you, make you scream my name until the only thing left inside you is my lust and the knowledge that you belong to me. I need to fuck you. Hard. To own your body in a way that you will never forget. I need to make you cum until it hurts. And then make you do it again. I need to feel your need and hunger submit to my own. I need to feel your dominated body helpless beneath my will."
Lily's eyes were impossibly wide and her cheeks felt like they were on fire. She quickly tapped out a response.
"I'm incredibly turned on. I want to feel you pinning my wrists down... It does something to me..."
Dean was only a little surprised that she replied. She was always the one calming things if he started to get a little too friendly at work. But he knew she had to be aching for release as much as he was.
"Do you prefer pinning over tying, or a combination of the two?" He sent the message before he could consider how absurd it was for him to have to ask that question. It had been more than 2-1/2 years since the night they met and discovered their instant connection. He should know things like that by now.
The question didn't seem to bother Lily. "Pinning. Definitely. It's so hot," came her immediately reply. "Any time you pin me, it gets me riled. Even when I am certain I'm not in the mood."
Dean smiled and tucked the confession at the end away for later use. He knew that pinning her wrists drove Lily crazy and he did it quite reguarly in the heat of the moment. But Dean had never realized how potentially effective it could be without things even having warmed up.
"Agreed. Though once I've dominated you like that, it's preferable to have my hands free to make proper use of my possession."
One hand strayed down to Dean's lap and he wondered if Lily was touching herself, too. He wished he could see that.
"True... But I think I might prefer you telling me not to move my hands. I like when you do the slightly severe, quiet strength thing."
Dean shivered at the thought of Lily obeying his command to stay poised for his use.
"I like that. I really fucking like that. The simmering strength angle always provides a huge release."
"God I want you. I want to hear more."
"I'm tired of texting, Little One. I've got to have you."
"Deeeeean." He could practically hear Lily whining all the way across the office as he read her message.
"I want to bend you over right now and take what's mine."
"Damn, I need that. I want to hear you growl into my ear as you yank my head back by my hair."
Lily stared at her phone, waiting for a response that never came. She jerked and dropped the phone when she heard her office door shut. She knew it was Dean without having to look up. She could feel the hunger radiating out from him.
Dean locked the door and stared down at Lily. He could smell her excitment. Before she could react, he was on her. He grabbed her by her wrists and tugged her out of her chair, spinning her around to push her face first against the back wall of her office, as far from their co-workers as possible. He stretched her wrists high above her head and growled out a whisper into Lily's ear.
"Don't you dare fucking move."
Lily whimpered softly and her body went taut in shock. Her eyes were huge, white orbs.
"Dean...," she tried to find the will to resist, but simply couldn't. The growing wetness between her thighs was testament to that.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back, growling again.
"I will have what is mine."
He forced her thighs apart with one knee and reached between her legs to grip her in his strong hand. Lily gasped out in shock at the feel of his sudden, rough touch on her heat. Her panties were soaked, so much so that she wondered if Dean could feel the wetness even through her jeans.
"Tell me who this belongs to, Little One."
She tensed, barely able to breathe. Lily struggled to keep her wrists above her head, wanting to remain in place for him, but knowing they shouldn't be doing this in the office.
"Oh god, we can't."
Dean gave her hair another tug and pulled back his hand for a spank between her thighs, ending the swat with a tight grip on her mound.
"Fuck!" Lily bit her lip to stifle the sharp cry threatening to rip from her throat. She began to grind down against his hand, gasping for breath.
"Exactly. I can do anything I want to my adorable Little One. And why is that, Lily?" he prompted her, knowing the confession would make her melt.
Lily shook visibly. She could feel herself gushing with wetness.
"You own me... ," she whimpered. "I'm yours."
