Page 76 of Dominion
“Thank you, sir,” she said.
In the elevator, he flipped the switch on both vibrators, watching the torment bloom on Ashley’s face as he pushed her up against the wall and wedged one thigh between her legs. She whimpered and ground her mons on him. He cupped her ass and squeezed, savoring the feel of her muscled buns.
“I think you would have called the fire department if I left you until quitting time,” he murmured in her ear.
She bit his neck, which kicked his wolf senses into high gear, his teeth lengthening and his vision doming as his eyes turned yellow. The elevator dinged and they sprang apart as several people got on the elevator. He switched the vibrators off.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Stone,” said a man he recognized but whose name and position he couldn’t recall.
He nodded to him without answering.
“Hi, Charlie, how are things in R&D?” Ashley asked, playing her part of personal assistant perfectly. She’d been pushing him to foster better relationships with his employees and she somehow seemed to know every one of them.
Charlie lit up at the recognition. “Great,” he said, looking to Ben. “We’re finished with the prototype Superstation. Would you like to test it out?”
He didn’t answer. His old leadership habit had been to keep everyone out—to refuse to interact unless absolutely necessary. Now, he knew he had to if he wanted to improve morale, but he didn’t know how far to go. If he wasn’t careful, he’d get pulled in a million directions.
“Mr. Stone’s schedule is tight this week, but if you email me, I’ll set up thirty minutes next week for you to show him everything.”
Charlie looked slightly flustered, as if he didn’t know whether he’d been put off or not, but he bobbed his head. “Okay, sounds great.”
“You have my email, right?”
“Uh… [email protected]?”
Ashley gave Charlie one of her megawatt smiles, which caused a growl to rise in Ben’s throat. “That’s right,” she said cheerfully as the elevator stopped again and the doors slid open.
“Okay, thanks,” Charlie said, backing out, looking from one to the other of them, a bit dazedly.
The doors closed and he took Ashley’s hand and gave it a squeeze.
“You growled.”
“No,” he denied it. He had almost growled.
“I heard it, wolf. What gives?”
“Wolves give notice of their property when another male is looking.” He watched the effect of his politically incorrect statement on Ashley’s nipples as she tried to muster indignation. “And I’m mostly wolf right now,” he admitted in a rough voice.
She smiled at that, pressing against him, the lust shining in her eyes.
The elevator stopped on their parking garage floor and he scooped her into his arms, carrying her out.
She shrieked. “Stop, someone will see.”
“I don’t care,” he said, too far gone into what she called Neanderthal mode. She was his. It was time to drag her back to the cave and have his way with her. He flicked on the pussy vibrator, chuckling as she jerked and crossed her legs, trying to rub them together for more friction.
He opened the passenger side door to his black Mustang and settled her in, flicking on the anal bullet just before he buckled her seatbelt.
She arched and her hands shot to her sex, her pelvis undulating to meet her fingers.
“Ah, ah,” he said, prying them away and placing them on the dash. “I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself. Your pleasure is at my discretion, remember?”
She moaned, closing her eyes and rolling her head back and forth on the backrest.
He chuckled, shutting the door. As he got in the driver’s seat, he flipped off the pussy vibrator.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Ben, I can’t take this.” Tears of sexual frustration edged from the outer corners of her eyes.