Power Play: Katie and the Dom (6 page)

She stood on
her tiptoes in her heels, arms around his broad neck, giving as good as she
got, wanting more, trying to tell him so with her body, and when they parted,
both of them breathless, she thought he’d gotten her message.

“I’ve got a
busy week.” Liam closed his eyes, touching his forehead to hers. “I’ll call you
on Friday.”

A week! A
whole week?
Her body protested, pressing into his, and Liam groaned as she
kissed him again, all greedy, hungry mouth, sliding her slim thigh between his
thickly muscled ones.

“Easy,” he
murmured, and she wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or himself. “Take a
week. Read the book. We’ll talk.”

The book.
She’d almost forgotten. But she was tired of reading about it—she wanted to
do
it!

“Goodnight,
Katie.”

He waited
for her to get into her Honda, making sure she was buckled, before he got into
his little red sports car. She gave him a wave as she started the engine,
putting the car into “drive” and wondering how in the hell she was supposed to
get through the next week.

*
* * *

Lori said
she wouldn’t make to Monday, but she was wrong. Katie made it to Wednesday,
sitting at her desk, wasting time and playing on Facebook in between
check-outs. She flipped through all the “Hump Day” references, which only made
it worse. She couldn’t think of anything but Liam. She’d devoured his book,
reading until four in the morning that first night, finishing it the next day,
unshowered and still in her pajamas, the following afternoon.

Now she
understood. She understood everything, why Patrick was a top and Liam was a
dominant, why she was a submissive—at least on paper.

At lunch
time, she grabbed her brown-bag lunch and sat in her little office in the back.
Two more days. Just two more days.
She flipped through a magazine, not
seeing the half-starved models and actresses pretending they were happy in
fancy dresses or half-naked on beaches. None of it made sense anyway. Since
Liam had left her in the parking lot, her world had turned from color back to
black and white.

Katie opened
her lunch, looking at her turkey sandwich on whole wheat and thought she’d
never seen anything more boring in her life. Then she remembered the crab, the
tiramisu. She took a bite and it tasted like cardboard. No, this wouldn’t do.
This wouldn’t do at all. Flipping the page, she sighed, and then saw a tear-out
card in the middle, the name on it catching her attention.

She got up,
tossing her lunch into the trash, grabbing her purse and coat.

She wasn’t
hungry after all. At least not for food.

“Chris, I’m
going home.” Katie spoke to her co-worker at the desk as she shrugged on her
coat. “I’m not feeling right.”

That was
true enough.

“Sick?” He
looked up at her, frowning. Dependable Katie didn’t take days off. She’d even
come to work once with the flu.

Lovesick,
she thought, but just nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Feel
better!” he called.

It was crazy
but there was only one thing that was going to cure whatever was ailing her. It
only took her half an hour to go home and change. When she pulled her car into
the health club parking lot and cut the engine, she was muttering to herself
about crazy stalker women, but she grabbed her bag and purse and went in
anyway.

A
librarian’s salary was enough for her to live on with only a few luxuries like
Netflix and DVR for her cable. It certainly wasn’t enough for a gym membership.
But the little tear-out card offered her a one-day free pass, and she was going
to take advantage of that. More than most, she hoped, looking around the busy
lobby. The place was packed with people dressed just as she was, in yoga pants
and tank-tees and trainers, carrying water bottles and hand towels.

“Can I help
you?” A blonde at the counter smiled and waved her over and Katie gave her the
free membership pass, which turned into a sales pitch the likes of she hadn’t
heard since a Kirby salesman had shown up at her door wanting to sell her a
fifteen-hundred dollar vacuum. She didn’t buy that and she wasn’t going to buy
this either—but she didn’t tell Jenna that.

Jenna was
very bright and bubbly and knowledgeable about things like Kettle Bells and
core training and aqua-aerobics. She took her on a tour of the facility and
Katie smiled and nodded as they went through the women’s locker room. It was
already quite familiar to her—although she didn’t tell Jenna so as she put her
purse and bag in the locker, pinning the key to the waistband of her yoga
pants.

Finally,
Katie couldn’t stand it anymore. “So, is Mr. Quinn around?”

“He’s
upstairs.” Jenna pointed upward and Katie saw a row of mirrored glass all
around the gym. “That’s where the offices are. Do you… do you know him?”

“Oh, sort
of.” Katie shrugged, trying to keep the heat from her cheeks, but she couldn’t
help wondering if he could see her right now, staring up at him. “So what were
you saying about yoga classes?”

Finding her
place in her sales pitch, Jenna went on, showing Katie their large, open
classroom. It was right under the mirrored glass windows and Katie imagined
Liam would have quite a view from up there. Smirking, Katie suddenly had an
idea.

Turning to
Jenna, she said, “I think I want to stay and do yoga. Is that okay?”

“Sure!”
Jenna smiled that dazzling smile. “Just come talk to me when it’s over, okay?”

Katie took a
mat and spread it out, starting to stretch. Others were doing the same.
According to Jenna, the class didn’t start for another five or ten minutes.
Katie made sure her oh-so-casual stretches were done in a very slow, sexy sort
of way, bending over quite a lot—especially with her back to the mirror. The
truth was, she didn’t know if he was watching—but it was fun to imagine that he
was—and she didn’t really expect to see him today. She just felt strangely
comforted by the idea that she was in the same place, at the same time.

Yep,
you’re a stalker, this confirms it.

The class
started, the instructor a very flexible redhead who made the poses look easy,
while Katie, who hadn’t done yoga in ten years, struggled to maintain her
balance. So much for looking sexy, she thought, but she didn’t have much time
to think about Liam or the titillating fact that he might be watching from
somewhere. She had to concentrate on not falling down.

She was
right in the middle of a Downward Dog pose—although she couldn’t see any
resemblance between her butt-in-the-air posture to any dog she’d ever
known—when Jenna appeared at her side, breaking her concentration and making
Katie fall straight down to the mat in a sweaty heap.

“Um, you’re
Katie Nelson, right?” Jenna inquired. She looked a little scared and it made
Katie alarmed.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Quinn
wants to see you.”

Katie blinked
at her. “He does?”

She smiled
all the way up the back stairs, down a long hallway until it came to a
dead-end. Jenna knocked, smiling at Katie, but it wasn’t that dazzling
salesgirl smile anymore, it was the polite, uncomfortable sort.

“Come in.”
Liam was at his desk in a tall leather chair, a phone to his ear, feet up, his
view exactly as Katie had pictured it, of the yoga class below.

“Sir, this
is—”

“Thank you,
Jenna.” He dismissed her, not unkindly, and Jenna shut the door behind her,
leaving Katie and Liam alone.

“I’ll call
you back.” He hung up the phone, shaking his head and looking up at her. “Brat.”

“Who me?”
She hid a smirk and only half-succeeded. “I just found one of those free
membership trials in a magazine…”

“Let’s not
play games, Katie.” Liam stood and she felt her knees weaken. His physical
presence did that to her. “I told you I was busy this week.”

“I know,”
she agreed, toying with the key pinned to her waistband. “I didn’t intend to
bother you.”

He snorted,
incredulous. “You spreading your legs and bending over on the yoga mats down
there in my gym is bothering me.”

“Is it?” She
knew she sounded a little too hopeful.

“You know it
is.” He took a step toward her and she felt her heart stop for a moment as he
reached past and pushed a button on the door, locking it. “Now undress.”

She gaped at
him, eyes wide.

“I won’t say
it again, Katie.” He strode back to his desk, already pulling at his tie. “I’m
not going to play games with you. I’m going to give you exactly what you came
here for.”

Promises,
promises.

She started
with her tank, pulling it over her head, and she heard his intake of breath
when it left her nude from the waist up—she wasn’t wearing a bra. Tossing it on
the leather sofa, she turned her back to him, inching her yoga pants down,
taking her panties along with them. Her trainers and socks were still
downstairs next to her mat—she’d come upstairs barefoot.

“Now come
here.” His voice was low, soft, a little hoarse, and she turned to find his suit
coat off, along with his trousers and shoes, his white dress-shirt unbuttoned
down the front. He was wearing a pair of navy blue boxers, and they were tented
quite nicely. It made her mouth water.

Completely
nude, she went to where he was leaning back against the edge of his desk. Any
man in his boxers, wearing just a shirt and a pair of black socks, should have
looked ridiculous, but he didn’t. He looked sexy as hell, even with the bulge
in his boxers. Maybe especially because of it.

His gaze
dipped downward, and then back up, his eyes meeting hers. “I have an important
meeting in about twenty minutes. Before that, you’re going to do everything I
tell you to do. Do you understand?

She nodded,
a thrill going through her as he reached inside his boxers, freeing his cock
for her view. He had big hands, but his cock made his fist look small as he
began to slowly pump it, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Get on your
knees.”

She sank
before him, knowing just how he’d felt in the showers when he was on his knees
before her, ready to worship him. A smile played at the corners of his mouth
and he brought a hand to her hair, pulled back into a workout ponytail, yanking
the elastic out and letting it spill all around her shoulders.

“Suck it.”

She did,
finally, gladly, taking the offering of his cock into her mouth like a gift. He
fed it to her, slow and easy, rubbing the head of it against the inside of her
cheeks, along her eager tongue, over her wet lips.

“You like
sucking cock.” It wasn’t a question but she responded by taking him deeper into
her throat, eyes on his, as deep as she could go. Liam groaned when his entire
length had disappeared into her mouth, pressing his hips forward, making her
gag.

Katie
dribbled saliva down her chin, over her breasts, his cock so filling her mouth
and throat she could barely breathe, but she didn’t care. He grabbed a handful
of her hair, easing back out, and she licked at his length the whole way, using
her tongue along the underside of his shaft, flicking the tip when it appeared
at her lips, thick with her saliva.

“Please,”
she begged hoarsely from her knees. “Oh Liam, please…”

“Stand up.”

She rose
slowly, dizzy, oxygen-deprived, but she knew he would hang onto her, and he
did, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her to him. She wrapped her legs
around him, wiggling in his arms, her pussy so hungry for his cock it was
seeking it all on its own, Katie’s hips grinding uncontrollably.

He grabbed a
fistful of her hair again, pulling her head back so he could graze his teeth
down her neck, over her collarbone, walking forward with her toward the closed
office door. Katie’s pussy was so wet she felt her juices dripping down her ass
and she locked her arms around Liam’s neck as they reached the wall, pressed
hard up against it.

“I’m going
to fuck you,” he growled into her ear and she whimpered in response, feeling
the weight of him as he pressed her hard to the wall, his cock trapped between
them. “And I’m going to come really fucking hard into your hot little cunt.”

Oh god.
She dug her heels into his back as if she could force him into her, but the
thought was ridiculous. She couldn’t force him to do anything, and she knew it.

“I’m going
to come fast and I’m going to come hard,” he whispered, leaning back a little
so he could look down and see her breasts, cupping and kneading them, her
nipples so eager for attention they hardened immediately under his hands. Katie
couldn’t take her eyes off his cock, pulsing between them, still slick from her
mouth.

“Look at
me,” Liam insisted and she dragged her gaze upward, over the ridged surface of
his belly, the broad expanse of his chest, meeting his eyes. They were dark
with lust, so dark it almost frightened her. “I’m not going to stop fucking
you, Katie. Do you hear me? Even after I come, I’m going to keep fucking you.”

She stared
at him in wonder, but didn’t have time to respond because he shifted his hips
and drove into her, his aim perfect, sinking deep into the soft, waiting flesh
of her pussy. Having Liam inside of her made her want to scream and she bit his
shoulder to keep from crying out, knowing that while the door was locked, there
were people right on the other side of it.

“Oh fuck.”
Liam stopped, buried inside of her, his full weight pressing her to the wall.
She couldn’t breathe at all, but she didn’t want to. Instead, she tried to take
him in deeper, squeezing the muscles of her pussy around his length.

“Ohhh.
Brat!” He groaned, his hands moving down to grip her ass, giving him more
leverage. His cock was steel heat and he impaled her, hips driving forward and
up, shoving her against the wall. Katie cried out, taking his length, taking
his weight, his cock splitting her open again and again. Liam’s breath was hot
in her ear, his words even hotter, telling her how good she felt, how beautiful
she was, how much he loved her hot, wet, sweet little cunt.