Page 70 of Dominion

He made a note to have a genuine discussion about birth control with her later, but at this moment, threatening her with the danger of bearing his pups turned him on, and based on her pussy’s release of fresh lubricant, had the same effect on her.

He pressed against her entrance, parting her inner lips. She stretched to allow his entrance, her heat engulfing his cock. He pushed all the way in and gripped her hair, tugging her head back. “Who do you belong to?” he demanded, easing out and burying himself once more in her sweet passage, even deeper this time.

“You,” she gasped.

He pumped a little faster, not releasing her hair. “SayI belong to Ben Stone.”

Her pussy gushed moisture. “I belong to Ben Stone.”

He lost his breath. Letting go of her hair, he wrapped his arm around her hips to keep from slamming her pelvis against the hard wood of his desk as he took her roughly, plowing in and out, burying his cock in her heat over and over again until the sound of her throaty cry made him lose all control. He shot his load, all the while continuing to stroke in and out. He reached around between Ashley’s legs and pinched her clit. She clamped her lips around a scream, bucking under him, the walls of her sex contracting around his member, wringing every last drop of his cum from his cock.

A few minutes later when they’d cleaned up, he pulled her back to his lap in the chair. “Do you suppose Karen heard that?” he teased.

“Oh, God, what are you doing to me?”

“Just making sure you understand your extensive duties around here.”

She turned around, kneeling on either side of his seat and pressing her breasts into his face. “I am at your disposal, Mr. Stone,” she said.

He squeezed and kneaded her ass, already ready for another round. “Damn,” he groaned. “You’re about to get yourself fucked again.”

“Should I leave?”

He groaned again—her smell making him dizzy, the feel of her soft curves under his hands too much to give up. With effort he released her. “You’d better put your panties back on and then sit on the desk out of my reach.”

“Yes, sir,” she murmured. She complied, arranging herself on his desk with her sleek legs crossed, the cast dangling on the bottom. “Did you have something else to discuss?”

He gathered his thoughts and cleared his throat. “Yes. I was thinking after work we could go look for houses. Or would you like to have one built?”

Her face lit up. “Ooh, really? For us to live in?”

He grinned. “Yeah.”

“Building a house would be fun,” she said with her eyes shining.

“What are you thinking?”

“Something up in the foothills with a wall of windows and a great view.”

“And a swimming pool?”

“How’d you know I swim?”

He grinned. “You told me you took State in high school. Besides, you’re my mate. It’s my job to know things about you.”

She slid off the desk and dropped back into his lap, pressing her lips to his mouth. “You never stop surprising me.”

“Good,” he said. “I intend to keep you on your toes. If we’re not house-hunting, maybe we can find that ring for your finger this evening instead.”

Ashley flushed. “I don’t really need a ring. I didn’t mean to make it seem like?—”

He cut her off with a kiss. “No, you’re getting a ring. And a proper wedding as is human custom. Unless—” He hesitated, suddenly unsure. “Unless I’m going too fast and you want some more time to think about it.”

Ashley snorted. “I thought it was a done deal,” she said, touching the marks on her shoulder.

“For me it is, but I understand if you need more time.”

She gazed into his green eyes, losing herself in their warmth. “Thank you, but the way I understood it, I already belong to Ben Stone, so I don’t see any sense in resisting.” She smiled. “But maybe a long engagement would give my family and friends time to get to know you and adjust to the idea.”