Hounded by Lust (2 page)

He stopped just behind me. I felt him put both hands on the back of the chair as he leaned in. His lips were now inches away from my ear. I could feel his warm breath caress the side of my cheek as I tilted towards his face. His scent was now filling me with desire. I tried to remind myself that this was way out of the bounds of what should have been a normal interview, but I couldn’t help but give in to the primal lust that was filling me.

“From the minute you walked in here, Kimberly Brookes, I had an intense desire to claim you.”

Claim? I had never heard that one before.

“I
feel as though there’s something incredibly special about you. I want to explore that. I want to explore you.” His voice was a low growl at this point.

“I… I want you, Mr. Lockwood…. I also want this job. If this means… If this means I won’t get the job, then I’ll have to politely decline,” I couldn’t believe I was suggesting that I would take the job over having this perfect man send me over a blissful edge.

I could have sworn I heard him laugh behind me.

“This will only mean you’ll get the job, Ms. Kimberly Brookes. But I understand your reservations. Let me make my case clearer,” he whispered. The way he said my name was like a song I had never heard, a song that filled me with lust. Just as I was wondering what he was about to do, I felt his lips gently press against my cheek and then back to my ear. He took his tongue and gently traced the bottom of my ear. I heard his breathing becoming heavier as he took his hand and slowly massaged my shoulders.

At his touch, I immediately grew wetter. I felt my nipples fill with excitement, pressing up against my bra. He must have sensed my excitement because he moved his hand from my shoulder and down to my breast. He undid the buttons on my blouse and slid his strong hand underneath my bra, taking my erect nipple in between his fingers and sending waves of pleasure down my back and straight to my moist center. I started gently grinding on the chair, enjoying each passing moment. A small moan escaped my mouth.

For a split second, the Eric flashed through my mind. Guilt almost
creeped it’s ugly head into the lust filled moment but I immediately recalled just months ago when I found Eric with another woman. I remembered how broken I was after and compared it to how alive I was feeling now, except there was no comparison. I wanted Slade. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to give myself to him in the most sinful of ways.

And then the phone rang. I was expecting Slade to ignore it and keep fulfilling my every desire, but he didn’t ignore it. I guess business was calling. He slid his hands off of me and went to go pick up the phone, his rod now straining against his pants to be free. He looked at me with a hunger, his amber eyes commanding me to wait right where I was sitting.

I watched as his face transformed from that hungry desire to an angry-holy-shit-something’s-wrong face. His eyebrows furrowed and his tone shifted. I couldn’t make out what he was saying since it seemed like another language I had never heard of, but it must have been bad. At one point he almost started yelling. I began to think I should have excused myself from the room, but I was still so aroused. I wanted him. His strong, demanding tone was sending chills down my spine and I had hold onto the chair before I threw myself on his still raging erection.

After another harsh yell, he hung up the phone and turned his attention back towards me. I brought my hands up to my chest, unbuttoning the shirt. My breasts were about to spring free,
nipples tight with arousal, when Slade interrupted me.

“You have to leave.”

My face must have dropped, along with my hand. I was so heated that at first I thought he was joking but the urgency in his voice sent a weird shiver down the back of my spine. Something was wrong and I wasn’t sure I wanted to stick around to find out what it was, even though I wanted him to fuck my brains out.

“Come back tomorrow. We can finish our interview.” He said curtly, sitting back down, his tool still noticeably pressing against his pants.

“Is everything ok?” I asked, hoping that this was all some sort of joke.

He didn’t respond, instead he was back on the phone but now he was talking in English.

“You were supposed to get rid of them,” he roared into the phone. I could have sworn I saw his eyes rapidly shift color, as though they were flashing red in response to his rising anger. It must have just been my hormones playing tricks on my senses. One thing I did know was that something was definitely happening. Just before I could really figure it out though, the elevator chimed open. I knew it would have been wrong of me to stay any longer, so without another word I got in and rode it back down to the ground floor, my body still vibrating with desire but there was nothing I could do about it. It was all just too bizarre.

C
hapter Two

The elevator ride was
short, apparently no one needed to get in or out of the building today. The doors opened up to the modern reception area and I walked out, expecting to see the receptionist sleeping at her desk or painting her nails. I looked over to the receptionist desk and instead I noticed it was empty, the girl must have found something more entertaining to do. I grabbed a card from the front desk and was about to turn and leave when something caught my eye. On the desk, right in front of the computer, were five huge claw marks that dragged from one end of the table to the other. It had to have been fresh too because I know I didn’t see them when I had first gotten here. My eyes scanned the rest of the room, looking for any signs as to what could have made those marks. My arousal was slowly diminishing, and in its place was now fear.

I wasn’t a zoologist, but I knew that whatever made those claw marks must have been gargantuan. Much bigger than what my small, pink and bejeweled pepper spray could deter. Except I didn’t see anything else. Maybe the receptionist owned a really big dog? Whatever it was, I didn’t really want to stay and find out. So I walked out towards the car, my hand clutching the pepper spray to my side.

Once inside, I took a deep breath and reassessed everything that just happened. Not only had I been seconds away from fucking the most powerful man in Hollywood, I was now his assistant. Meaning that we were bound to be placed in the same situation again. My body flushed with desire at just the thought of taking him in me. For a second, the thought of Eric flashed before me but I didn’t leave room for guilt. I couldn’t. I felt more alive in the past twenty minutes than I had ever felt with Eric. In fact, it helped me realize just what a mistake I was making with him. Staying with Eric was based on the fear that I couldn’t find anyone else. I was a busty, young woman with charisma and personality, but I was also terrified of being alone and Eric helped me put away those fears. It was the only reason I stayed with him after finding out he had cheated on me, and with my best friend nonetheless. It was one of the darkest times in my life, but for once, I started seeing the light at the end of my self-pitying hurricane, and that light belonged to Slade.

There was something about him that set me off in the deepest of ways. It could have been the light stubble that adorned his face, or his peculiar and breath-taking amber eyes. The way he carried himself with such power and force. How his voice had a quality I couldn’t quite pinpoint but complimented his perfect manly structure.
Of course I couldn’t forget how thick his cock looked earlier, straining to be free. He had all the qualities of a perfect man. There had too be something negative in the mix, no one was that perfect. I mean, he was a little standoffish and demanding. There was also something else going on in that building, and I had a feeling Slade was at the center of it.

“Oh well, I guess I’ll figure it out soon,” I said to myself, turning up the radio and throwing my purse over on the passenger seat. I had parked off in a si
de street, surrounded by small but still very nice houses. I was just about to pull out of the spot when a huge crash came from the passenger side of my car. I let out a shrill scream and slammed on the breaks, my head twirling in place. trying to figure out the cause of the sound. I took a deep breath, centered myself and put my car back in park.

I walked around, onto the concrete pavement framed by the perfectly manicured lawns and felt my jaw drop as I saw the huge dent that was now on the side of my car. It looked like a bear decided to body slam the door and then miraculously disappear. I looked around, hoping there was someone who saw the culprit, but no one was out. I was surprised there wasn’t at least one dumb, blond Beverly Hills housewife walking her
botoxed Chihuahua.

“Fuck,” I said under my breath. This was going to cost a fortune to fix, money that I didn’t have right now. There was also the issue that whatever caused the dent was still on the loose. I
took out my cell phone, deciding to call animal control services, when I heard a raspy voice from behind me. I immediately went on the defensive and almost punched the stranger right in the gut, a trick I saw on NCIS, when I realized that it was the receptionist from earlier.

“Looks like you hit something,” she said, looking over her designer sunglasses at my car’s new
aerodynamic design feature.

“Yeah thanks. I didn’t notice,” I said. I didn’t feel the need to be nice to her
anymore, after all I had the job.

“Maybe you should come inside.”
She said, now shifting a little where she stood, as if she was preparing to sprint away for some reason.

“What?
Inside where? No I’m fine, I’m just going to go home. Thankfully I can still drive it.”

“No, I really think you should come back inside.” Her voice was demanding now. I felt fear start creeping in. Something was going on here, but I wasn’t sure what.

“Fine. Lead the way,” I said, locking my car and following her lead. We didn’t get far before another man I had never seen came running across the street, straight at us. He had on a tattered leather jacket, worn out gray jeans and a stained white t-shirt, but what I really noticed were his hands. To my shock, they weren’t human hands. They were covered in… they were covered in what looked like fur and ended with extremely menacing claws. His face was also morphed, taking on a sort of dog-like quality. Before I could really react though, the receptionist pushed me forward and yelled for me to run. I didn’t second-guess her, instead I kicked off my high heels and broke out into the fastest run I had ever done. Behind me I could hear loud growls and knew that a fight was breaking out, but I didn’t turn to look, I just kept running straight ahead.

When I finally got back to the building, I ran over to the elevator and called it down. Thankfully it was already on the first floor so I didn’t have to wait for it. I rode it all the way back to Slade’s office and stumbled out, finally able to catch my breath and stretch. I hadn’t run that fast since I had to run the mile back in high
school next to the super-hot football quarter back. Back then I was determined to impress him so I ran right alongside him, completing the race and spraining my ankle in the process. High school wasn’t my best years.

“What are you doing back here?” Slade said, noticing me almost immediately.

“I’m not exactly sure myself. Your bubbly receptionist told me to come back, I was thinking you wanted to finish up some business, but then this man attacked us. And it was so odd. He must have been filming something near by because he looked like he had on a ton of special effects,” I said, in between breaths.

“What do you mean?” Slade asked with a sudden urgency, moving over to me and pulling up my sleeves.

“Were you bitten?” He asked, still analyzing my whole body, just not in the way I had wanted him to.

“Um no, I don’t think so. What do you mean bitten? What’s going on Slade?” I asked, my curiosity at an all
time high now. He didn’t answer instead he just kept examining me. Lifting up my shirt, pulling down my collar, pulling up my skirt just before my rounded behind. He was very gentle about the whole thing, his strong hands gliding over my curves. I suddenly became very aware of his calloused hands brushing up against my smooth bare skin, setting off small sparks of excitement.

“Take off your shirt, I need to make sure no blood was drawn,” he said, standing over me with an imposing power. For a second I was going to reassure him again that I was completely fine but instead my hands involuntarily went up and slid off my blazer, moving on too the buttons on my blouse. I undid them, one by one, and dropped my shirt to the ground. He took his hands and slid them over the sides of my body, his eyes taking me all in. He explored the curves of my hips, and traveled back, gliding over my bra, sending waves of pleasure as he brushed over my nipples.

“I’m pretty sure you can see I’m all right,” I said, my voice shaking a little.

“
You’re right, but I want to be as thorough as possible,” he said, unclasping my bra and letting my aching breasts free. He sure was being thorough.

I let him explore me, his hands massaging my breasts now as he leaned in and breathed into my neck.
My body was still coursing with adrenaline from moments before, which served as an aphrodisiac that just heightened all my senses. I could smell his musk, setting my whole body on fire. I put my hands on his back and squeezed, feeling his shoulder muscles ripple as he worked my nipples between his strong fingers. His tongue was now gently grazing the delicate spot right in-between my neck and my collarbone. His breaths sent shivers down to my moist center, desire spreading throughout my every fiber. I delicately lifted his head back up and let our lips meet, slowly at first. Parting them with out tongues, playing a lust filled game of tag. After a few moments, our kissing became hungrier, greedier. His hands moved from my breasts and now cupped my ass, pushing myself onto him. I felt his throbbing erection against my wet pussy. I needed him to fill me with every inch of his hard-rock tool, the events that just transpired were now disappearing. I started to grind down on his excitement, sliding my hands down and undoing his belt.

I ripped off his pants and dropped his Armani boxer-briefs. My eyes popped open as I took in the full size of him for the first time. I held his throbbing tool in both my hands, still unable to grasp the full width between them
both. I slowly stroked him, feeling pre-cum moisten my fingers. I heard him groan into my ear as I picked up the pace. He took his hands and dropped my skirt, pushing his fingers up against my soaking wet panties. The pressure sent a gasp straight out of my mouth as his parted my sex through the drenched underwear.

“I wan
t you to give yourself to me,” He said, his voice hoarse and lust filled. I put up no fight. I let go of his cock and lowered the last barrier between us down to the ground. He picked me up in his strong arms and hoisted me above his yearning dick. I grabbed onto his shoulders and hooked my legs around his muscular abdomen. I could feel the tip of him tease my entrance. At first he gently lowered me onto him, not fully allowing me to take him all in, yet my whole body was screaming out for him. I wanted to slam down on his cock and feel him stretch me wider than ever before, but he didn’t allow it.

“I need you inside me,” I pleaded into his ear, nibbling on the lobe. In turn, he gently bit at my neck, sending both plain and pleasure through my core. “Please,” I whimpered.

And he granted my wish, pushing himself inside me in one smooth movement. We both let out a gasp as his rod stretched me open, hitting parts of me that I never knew existed. My lips wrapped hungrily around his dick, massaging his member with every thrust he gave me. My clit rubbed up against his pelvis with every motion, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me.

I thrust back, meeting his motions, grinding my wetness onto his cock. I felt every fiber of my body scream in pleasure as we fell into a rhythm.

“You’re so tight,” he moaned into my ear. A primalness to his voice. If I wasn’t so lost in the moment I could have sworn I heard a growl.

“Keep fucking me, I love feeling you
inside me,” I whispered back in between whimpers of pleasure. His member was hitting every spot of me. His hands gripped my hips, forcing himself harder into me. I began to feel his hands grow stronger, and his fingernails began to feel sharp against my sides, almost as if they changed shape. I immediately let that ridiculous thought leave and focused purely on the way my muscles started to shake, his whole size now hitting every spot I ever dreamed of.

“I’m so close,” he growled, thrusting even harder. His motions threw me over the
blissful edge as I climaxed, pulsating on his hard rock tool. I yelled out in pleasure as my body was wracked with waves and waves of intensity. My arms and legs grew weak underneath me, almost giving out. Just as I reached my peak, he did as well, growling into my neck as he pulled back my hair and slipped out his dick, shooting his warm seed up onto my exposed belly. I felt the hot fluid drip down as we both collapsed onto the wall, our heavy breathing stopping either of us from saying a word.

After a few minutes of pure bliss, he got up and
pulled his pants back up. I openly admired him, the way his muscular thighs lead up to his perfect cock, which was still dripping with his seed, and how his ass was just the perfect size. He still had on his suit and shirt, so I could only imagine his perfectly sculpted chest and abs. I honestly couldn’t believe this perfect man just gave me the best orgasm of my life.

“So, did you find any bites?” I asked, buttoning up my shirt after wiping off his cum with a
clothe he offered me. My voice was shaky, along with my whole body. I was still racked with the pleasure that had cascaded over me just a few moments ago.

“Only the one on your neck,” he said, his amber eyes still looking over me hungrily. Well, I guess he marked his territory.

“So, want to explain to me what that was all about?” I asked, moving over to the chair in front of his desk. I needed to sit down before my legs gave out under me.

“Well, I find you very attractive. And when one finds someone extremely attractive, certain biological responses
occur,” he said, showing his smart-ass side for the first time. It looked like our sexual escapade helped to slightly break down that stern, businessman exterior he put up.