Falling into Black (6 page)

The woman glanced in my
direction and her cold blue gaze settled on me. I felt just like a rabbit
frozen in headlights and unable to move. Her red lips curved into the cruelest
smile I've ever seen.

A terrible, mocking
smile.

He's mine
, it said.
Why would
he want a fat nothing like you?

In that moment I
realized I had a decision to make. I could either march up to Mr. Black and demand
to know what was going on; slap the blonde woman's pretty face and tell her to
step away from my man, or I could sink into the shadows and pretend I hadn't
seen anything.

Or I could settle on
something in between the two.

I chose option number
three.

Every click of my black
heels reverberated through the quiet hallway. Their conversation turned from
muffled whispers into words I could actually understand the closer I got.

"It’s over,"
Mr. Black said and finally looked in my direction. His eyes burned over my body.
I'd never seen him so angry before, but was it directed at her or me?

The woman grabbed his
arm and pulled him so he turned back to her. Then she pressed her lips to his.

I stopped in the middle
of the hallway and stared. It was like time stood still in that moment.

How was this my life? I
was just supposed to be Dorian Black's personal assistant – not stuck in
the middle of some twisted love triangle I didn't even understand.

Suddenly Mr. Black
grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away so roughly she fell to the ground.

"I said it's over,
Sylvia!" his voice boomed, making me jump.

Turning back to me he
marched us both out of the art museum and into the waiting limo without a word.
Several people stared as we left, but no one tried to stop us. I didn't
question his hasty exit. He knew what he was doing.

We rode down the street for
several minutes in awkward silence before he finally spoke.

"Sylvia was an old
business partner," he started and looked out the window at the passing
city lights.

I swallowed the lump in
my throat. He left with me so that had to mean something, right? "Was she
your girlfriend?"

He let out a short bark
of laughter. "She wished. We worked closely for several years but nothing
more than business. Sylvia sabotaged every relationship I had in that
timeframe. She convinced almost everyone at that fundraiser we were an item,
although we never really were. When I found out what she’d done I obviously
ended our business arrangement, but she's managed to weasel her way back in
through different means."

I stared at him with my
mouth agape. He never fooled around with Sylvia – a tall gorgeous blonde?

"You never even
kissed
her?" I asked.

He glanced at me
sideways. "No. Why is that hard to believe? She's not my type," he
said and put a strong hand on my rounded thigh.

Desire surged through my
body at his touch.

Would he punish me for
asking that? God, I hoped so.

"I'm your type? I
didn't think billionaires went for plain Jane chubby girls. At least not
outside of romantic comedies."

Mr. Black furrowed his
brow. "I don't. I go for gorgeous curvy women, just like you,
Alicia." His hand slipped over the dark pink satin until it rested
comfortably on my hip, singeing my flesh with lust.

Staring into his serious
face I didn't catch the hint of a lie. "You think I'm gorgeous?"

He carefully pushed a
curl off my forehead and ran a large, powerful finger over my cheek. "Yes.
And you should too."

"Is that why you
wanted me to be yours?" I asked in a small voice. Being so close to him,
the overwhelming scent of his cologne and the memory of his body smashed
against mine -- his cock buried inside my eager sex -- made it difficult to
speak normally.

"It’s one reason.
Do you want to know the other?"

I nodded, not trusting
myself to speak. His lips brushed the sensitive skin on my ear and my stomach
flurried with excitement.

"You’re smart,
talented, you love my punishments and, most importantly, you can stand your
ground," he said and trailed his hand over my shoulder.

The heat of his touch
made me melt further against his solid, muscular chest. He wound his arm around
me, the firmness of his bicep tensing against my neck as he held me close.

The limo pulled up to
his penthouse a few minutes later and much to my surprise Mr. Black pulled me
out with him.

"Oh, do you want
the dress back tonight?"

He raised a sculpted
black eyebrow and chuckled. "The dress is yours to keep, Alicia. And
you're spending the night with me. Any objections?"

My heart slammed in my
chest.

"No," I
squeaked and bit my bottom lip.

Why was I nervous all of
a sudden?

He'd already enticed my
body in more ways than I imagined possible. Was spending the night really going
to be such a big deal? Well, after what he told me maybe it was. Before it was
just sex – meaningless sex.

Now I realized it
actually meant something to him.

I
meant something to him.

We made our way back to
his penthouse, Mr. Black's arm gripping my shoulder seductively the entire
time. His fingers scorched my eager flesh and my panties dripped with need for
his talented touch.

What would he do to me
this time?

Could anything be better
than our romp in the back of the limo?

With Mr. Black anything
was possible.

Needless to day, the
ride up the elevator seemed to take an eternity.

As soon as we stepped
inside the door his fingers sizzled down my back, and he yanked down my zipper.
The smooth satin dress spilled open, revealing my lacy strapless bra and the
urgent mounds of my breasts. His hands fell to my hips, gripping my fleshy
curves. With an impatient tug the satin slipped over my skin and pooled at my
feet.

Then he growled in
frustration and lifted me over his shoulder.

"Mr. Black," I
gasped. No one had carried me like that since I was a child – I didn't
even know it would still be possible.

"Call me Dorian,
Alicia," he said and spanked my lacy bottom.

The sting of his hand
wormed its way under my flesh further delighting my senses. "Even at
work?"

He chuckled and his
chest rumbled against my thighs. "Yes, even at work.
Especially
when a whole group of employees and board members are present. I want everyone
to know you belong to me."

My body tingled.

He wanted people at work
to know about us? To know I belonged to him? That he chose me?

That was more than I was
used to by far. Of the few boyfriends I’d had most of them wouldn't even
introduce me to their friends let alone their coworkers. Maybe that was the
difference between dating a college boy and dating an actual man.

Dorian's powerful
strides took us to his bedroom where he promptly dropped me on the bed. I made
an 'oomph' sound just like women in the movies and looked up at his gorgeous
face.

 His blue eyes
smoldered as they took in my nearly naked form. His lips curved into a half
smile, and he ran his tongue over them slowly, like he tasted the moment.

"Look at you,"
he said and wrapped his fingers around my ankles. With delicate grace he eased
his hands further up my legs. The teasing strokes sent waves of want over my
body, and I surged beneath his powerful touch.

"What do you want,
Alicia?" he purred and peppered my thighs with kisses.

"You," I
moaned and spread my legs wide for him.

"Mmm, I like the
sound of that," he groaned and gripped my panties.

I lifted my bottom and
he yanked the material off my curvy hips. As he tossed the lacy bundle to the
floor, he buried his nose between my fleshy thighs. "You smell like a
dream."

A blush seeped over my
cheeks. No one ever said that about me before, but I wasn't going to complain.

Sitting back on his
heels, Dorian pulled the tie from his neck and unbuttoned his shirt. The
perfectly smooth muscles of his chest bulged out to greet me, and I swallowed
the lump in my throat; he was absolutely perfect in every way.

Slowly, he tossed his
shirt to the ground and crawled over me, the tie still in his hands.

"I haven't forgotten
about your punishment,” he said and pinned my hands above my head.

Excitement surged
through my body like electricity, anticipation rising across my flesh.
"What punishment?" I breathed and caught his rich scent.

Dorian didn't answer.
Instead he smiled and wrapped the tie around my hands, securing it to his bed
frame. When he finished he leaned back to examine his handy work.

"I like you like
this."

I stared at him, unsure
what to say. If I spoke it could ruin the moment – shatter this perfect
dream come reality.

Thankfully, he didn't
expect me to utter a word. His body hovered above mine, his muscular thighs
holding my hips captive beneath him. The bulge of his biceps flexed as he
leaned forward and smashed his lips into mine.

The heat of his kiss and
the musk of his body overwhelmed me. Parting my lips I gave in to the kiss. Our
tongues danced together like they were old partners, and he nipped and pulled
at my bottom lip, suckling it until I gasped in delight.

His powerful hands roamed
over my chest and yanked down my bra. My breasts bounced free of their
confinement; my flesh feverishly hot and oversensitive, I waited for Dorian's
next move.

Lips traversed down my
collarbone and across my heaving breasts. His tongue paved a trail of
unspeakable lust over my body, each lick exciting me into further ecstasy. Then
his mouth clamped over my hardened nubs, the edge of his teeth pulling and
biting until I writhed beneath him.

The wet tip of his
tongue teased my stomach, lapping my skin lower and lower until his hot breath
blew across my weeping sex. The first flick of his hungry tongue weakened my
knees, and I gasped his name.

“Mmm, say that again,”
he groaned and slipped a long finger inside my eager hole as he lips danced
across my clit.

“Oh, Dorian,” I cried
with each sinful thrust of his fingers, each lick of his rough tongue. Fire
rose across my skin, burned in my stomach and sex at each delightful taste.

How was he so good at
this?

His mouth clamped over
my slit, suckling it and tickling it relentlessly until stars flashed before my
eyes. Writhing and trembling on the bed, I buckled my hips into his face as I
reached my peak.

“That’s number two for
the night,” he groaned and removed his fingers, licking my juices from them
with relish. “Let’s make it three.”

My breasts heaved, my
body slick with sweat and desire – all mixing together into the best combination
I’d ever known.

The weight of his body
pressed against mine, his hard pectoral muscles scorching my flesh with
feverish heat.

I yanked at my wrists,
yearning to run my fingers through his hair or touch the rough edge of his
handsome cheek.

“Do you want me to untie
you, Alicia?” he asked with a bemused smile on his lips.

“Yes,” I panted, pushing
my breasts flush against his body.

“Well, I can’t do that.
It’s part of your punishment,” he said and slipped off his slacks and boxers.

Then, without a word, he
positioned himself and thrust his hardened shaft inside. My pussy still hadn’t
recovered from his earlier onslaught a moment before. Each thrust wet me
further, sent shocks of pleasure shooting down my legs and up into my chest.

His lips smashed against
mine, and I gasped and kissed him as best I could. Our mouths and bodies merged
together in a fit of lust so complete I could fathom nothing else. Every
ruthless thrust filled me completely, his body slamming into mine as I spread
my legs as wide as I could to accommodate him.

“Alicia,” he groaned
between kisses. His teeth nipped my swollen lips and his hands pinched my
hardened nipples until I couldn’t take it any longer.

The first swat landed on
my ass. With each powerful entrance, Dorian spanked my hip and my bottom. His
hand singed my body – the stinging ache filling me with the final
untapped desire.

Thrust. Spank. Thrust.
Spank.

The room filled with a
chorus of our lovemaking. The heavy pants of our breath. The smacking of flesh
against flesh and the rich scent of our mingling sweat.

I pulled at my binds. My
vision blurred. In that moment I couldn’t think of anything besides the assault
on my body – my beautiful surrender to him.

Then, just as my body
reached its third orgasm for the night, his back stiffened, his seed emptying
inside me. The heat filled my hungry sex, and I relished in the release. I
arched my breasts into his chest and our mouths melted together in a fervor I’d
never experienced before.