10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Blaire
“ S hut up and fuck me.”
“Say please,” Dallas says smoothly while he pushes his hand through my hair, angling my head to look up at him. His crystal blue eyes are such a contrast to the mirth and dark promises dancing in them, his mouth still glistening from going down on me.
The fucking arrogance of this man will be the death of me. Even if right now it’s not entirely misplaced, and he knows it. I’ve never let anyone even attempt to give me oral before. In fact, I’ve never even orgasmed with a partner, but that was one that will go down in the history books. Now all I want is for him to fill me, but I’ll be damned if I beg anyone for anything.
“Fuck you,” I spit with as much venom as I can muster.
His head cocks to the side as his eyes squint into slits. I move to sit up on his desk and pull my dress back down, feeling extremely exposed now that he isn’t touching me. He steps further between my legs, pressing a large hand to the center of my chest, forcing me to stay on my back. I heave in a deep breath.
“I said to ask nicely, princess. Now ask me to fuck you. And don’t forget the please this time.”
“Fuck. You. Dallas.” I enunciate every goddamn word to drive it home. Before I can register his movements, he’s on top of me, both of my wrists pinned above my head, and I find myself face-to-face with a snarling beast of a man.
“Do I have your attention now, Blaire? I won’t repeat it again. When we’re together, I’m in control. You’re going to behave, or I’ll spank the brat out of you. The moment you dropped so eagerly to your knees sealed that fate. Do you understand me?”
I look up at him, his T-shirt wrinkled, eyes wild and feral with desire. For me. This gorgeous, sexy man wants me. Why does he have to be my boss? The man who makes my life here so difficult? Why do my brain and body go to complete mush when he bosses me around like this?
“I understand, but I’m not sure if I’m going to listen.” He releases a deep rumbling sound from his chest that can only be described as a growl. I don’t know why I continue to poke the bear, there’s just something about riling him up that feels so good. His hand moves to my center, pushing two fingers into my wet pussy, hard, the other one pressing down firmly on my lower abdomen. My back bows off the desk, arching into it.
“Beg.”
“Fuck off!” I yell between clenched teeth.
He drives in again, rubbing a sensitive spot deep inside me that makes my legs shake. My breaths come in pants, the pressure building inside me.
“Don’t make me say it again, Blaire.”
I turn my head to the side, refusing to look at him as he touches my body like he’s known it forever. My vision blurs as tears leak from the corners of my eyes from the pleasure. His thumb moves to my clit and my orgasm climbs. I do everything I can to hold back my moan. Just as I’m about to peak and fall off that glorious cliff, he pulls his hand away. I whip my head back in his direction, a whine leaving my lips.
“I told you I don’t like repeating myself. Only good girls get orgasms. Brats get punished. Are you going to be my good girl, princess?”
I don’t know what I expected Dallas would be like during sex, but it sure as hell wasn’t this. His dirty talk is expert level and he knows it, he can see the proof of his effect on me as arousal leaks from my center down to my ass. I’ve never been so hot and turned on in my life. There’s something he’s unlocked in me that I didn’t know existed. I want to please him. I want to do what he says. This morning, I wouldn’t have let him jump-start my car out of fear of him rigging it to explode on my drive home. But here, now? I can’t help the trust I hand over effortlessly.
“Fuck me, Dallas. Please. I want to come. Please make me come. I’ll behave.” I move my hips, scooting down further to the end of the desk, wanting him, hoping he’ll take me and deliver what I know he can give me.
“That’s a good girl. Has anyone else made you feel this good?”
“Never.”
“Good, because I’m about to erase every memory you have of every man that came before me. After I’ve had you, princess, you won’t even remember their names.”
He wastes no more time talking. He kisses me, it’s bruising and raw, his tongue demanding entrance, and this time I open eagerly for him, the evidence of my orgasm exploding on my tongue as our mouths clash together. The rest of my fight drains out of me quickly and I melt for him. His hands roam up my thighs, spreading them further to make room for his waist to settle between my legs. He steps back, pulls me to a seated position, and releases my mouth.
“I want to see all of you while my cock is inside you.” His voice is husky, deep, and resolute. Strong hands grab the hem of my dress that’s around my waist and pull up in one swift motion, leaving me completely naked on his desk.
My hands automatically go to my soft tummy, instinctually wanting to cover up, and feeling extremely exposed, while he is still partially dressed. I’ve always loved my body, I’m curvy and voluptuous. My curves are what have always boosted my confidence. But lying here in front of this Greek Adonis, insecurities start to creep in. Dallas bats my hands away just as quickly.
“Don’t you dare hide from me. Fuck, Blaire. Your body makes me lose my mind. Look at you, baby girl. So fucking sexy.” Any insecurity that was edging itself in, flies out the window as Dallas fuels what I’ve always seen in myself. His hands push his pants that were left undone down his waist, revealing that huge, pierced cock.
“Tell me you want it just as bad as I do.” His confession stuns me. While I’m fully aware of the tension that’s always been between us, and I’ve caught him checking me out on more than a few occasions, I didn’t expect him to want me like this. He hates me. For some reason that I don’t dissect right now, I can’t find it in myself to care.
“I want you. Now fuck me or I’ll go fi?—”
His hand comes up around my throat, cutting off my sentence, his fingers squeezing just enough to get my attention. What’s shocking is that this situation should scare the living shit out of me, but he just lit the match to an inferno that set my entire body on fire.
My pussy throbs, needing to be filled by him. He notches his cock at my entrance before slamming home in one powerful thrust that jerks my body further onto the desk. I’ve never felt so full, and I can’t control the scream that leaves me as my body rapidly tries to adjust to the intrusion. His piercings add an entirely new sensation, and I feel myself getting wetter around him. He releases my throat and grabs my hips in a bruising grasp, pulling me back to the edge of the desk. He hooks my legs over his forearms, holding me tight as he pulls out halfway and slams back home.
“Aah! Yes!” My moans and whimpers come out unabashedly.
“You’re taking me so well. Look at this greedy pussy swallowing me. You’re gripping me, Blaire. So. Fucking. Good.” He slams into me over and over, hitting a spot deep inside me that makes my toes curl and my eyes drift closed.
“Don’t stop! Please, just don’t stop,” I beg. He pulls my legs to wrap around him and I lock my ankles together at the base of his spine, holding him in place. Dallas leans forward over me, his big hands grabbing each of my breasts, squeezing them together around his face. He licks up the center before descending on one, sucking my nipple harshly into his mouth. My spine arches and my hands surround his head, holding him to me. My hips gyrate on their own, chasing my orgasm.
“I can’t get enough of you. Goddamn it, Blaire. You’re fucking perfect. Why do you have to be so fucking perfect?” His words go straight to my throbbing clit as I moan out my appreciation. He alternates between each of my nipples, sucking and lapping at me while his hips keep their brutal pace, thrusting that thick, long cock deep inside me. Moving to stand again, his hand goes between us, thumb pressing firmly down on my clit.
“Come for me, princess. Come. Right. Fucking. Now.” My body greedily listens, like it was waiting for his command. My orgasm thunders through me, my back arching, my legs squeezing tight around his waist, my inner walls clenching and spasming around him. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“Goddamnit, baby. Your pussy is fucking milking me, I’m gonna come, Blaire.” He grabs my hands and moves them between us. “Spread yourself wide for me, baby.” I move my fingers to either side of my lips, spreading myself open for him as he abruptly pulls out, his hand grabbing his dick roughly and jerking it hard, using my wetness coating him as lubrication. His fist pumps from root to tip, his grasp brutal and tight, while I watch with rapt attention, my breaths coming in heavy pants. He comes on a loud, masculine groan, ropes of pearly white cum pulsing from his engorged head, coating my pussy. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I move my hand between my legs, rubbing my fingers through his cum over my overly sensitive clit, his face watching in rapt attention.
A growl works its way up his chest.
“Good. Fucking. Girl.”
I melt.
After putting myself back together in Dallas’ en suite bathroom, where he insisted he clean me up and was surprisingly caring and attentive, I returned to the wedding reception on wobbly legs, as if my life wasn’t just flipped upside down. Lucky for me, the party was in full swing, and I was officially off duty. Everyone just needed to enjoy themselves, and we had people hired to clean up over the weekend. The snow had started to come down heavily outside, and the winter chill helped settle my nerves. Walking straight to the bar, I order the strongest liquor they’ve got stocked, and with shaky hands, toss it back before ordering another through my cough.
“There you are.” Cole’s hand rests on my lower back and I jump out of his touch. “Whoa. Everything okay?”
“Yep. It’s good. Everything is great. So sorry about your shirt.”
Holy shit, I’m a terrible person.
“Don’t worry about it. Dallas and I go way back. He’s a prick. I should have seen it coming.”
Yep. I’m officially the worst person on the planet. Guilt consumes me. I left my plus-one after my boss spilled a drink on him and instead of coming right back to Cole, I fucked Dallas in his office. What is wrong with me?
“Still. It sucks and I am so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize for him, I’ve got what he doesn’t and that makes everything worth it.”
I cringe at his statement. He doesn’t have me. No one does. We’ve been on two dates, and this hardly counts as one of them. Is he only pursuing me because he thinks Dallas wants me?
“Do you want to get out of here?” His hand returns to my back, sliding upward and grasping around the back of my neck. My skin prickles in warning, and my heart starts to race in fear. This is the complete opposite of what I felt in Dallas’ office when he took control. This right here is my normal reaction to men touching me, which is why I haven’t been able to let myself go to a place where I could orgasm with one.
Until Dallas.
I shrug out of his hold and luckily, he lets me go, completely unfazed by the reaction he just set off in me.
“I actually have to stay late. You head out though, it’ll be a long night and I won’t be much fun because I’ll be working,” I lie.
His face deflates but he relents.
“Okay. Call me and we’ll plan something?”
“Sure thing. Thanks for coming,” I say as sweetly as possible.
I spend the next two hours floating between guests and the bar, tossing back drinks. I don’t see Dallas again, even though I find myself looking for him. Sawyer and Ivy spent the entire evening on the dance floor, and it was so beautiful how the world completely melted away around them. They truly only have eyes for each other.
As the night calms down, everyone gathers and talks around the bar. Sawyer has Ivy wrapped tightly in his arms, and I look from them to Dallas, seeing him for the first time since earlier in his office. His eyes are already on me, his face a mask of indifference, but also something else that I can’t quite place. I look away from him quickly, shame and worry starting to creep in. I can’t explain what came over me, and looking back on it, it feels like a fever dream.
“Sawyer, Ivy, thank you for letting me be a part of your special day. I hope it was everything you imagined.”
Ivy looks up at Sawyer and smiles brightly before looking back at me.
“It was perfect, Blaire. We can’t thank you enough. You’re truly talented. The transformation of the barn was stunning. We’re glad you’re here, and not just for the gorgeous wedding. As a friend.”
As if my heart needed to hear those words, my eyes tear up. Ivy smothers me in a huge hug and we say our goodbyes. The newlyweds are the first to head out, leaving the rest of us to make sure the crew hired to clean up knows the plan. Since Liam lives the closest to the distillery, he offers to stay to make sure everything is secure for the night.
“You’ve been drinking, I’ll drive you home, B. I drove my truck,” Reid offers.
“I can take her,” Dallas says firmly, irritation clear.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen. I’m ready when you are, Reid.”
“I’ll go get the truck and pull around since it’s so cold, I’ll be right back.”
“Same, I’m out of here. Night, losers!” Carter yells as he throws up a peace sign behind him, leaving me alone with Dallas. Which is not a good thing. My body wants his even if my head is screaming that I can’t let this happen.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing, Blaire?”
“Going home. You should do the same.”
“I mean leaving with fucking Reid. Is there something going on there?”
I roll my eyes at him and look away.
“You’re unbelievable. He’s my friend, jackass. I’m going home to my grandparents’. And I don’t answer to you.”
“I didn’t say you did, princess. But I can still taste your cum on my tongue, excuse me for not wanting to watch you leave with another man.”
“That’s a you problem, Dallas. We both know this was a mistake. I’d really love to keep my job, so if we could please be adults and pretend like it never happened, I’d appreciate it.”
“You think I’d do that to you?”
I laugh maniacally.
“I don’t know, Dallas. You’ve done a ton of other shitty things since I started working here. You tell me.”
“I’m not evil, princess. I wouldn’t do that. And don’t ever say that what we just did was a mistake because you know damn well you don’t regret a thing.”
“Whatever, Dallas. It’s not happening ever again.”
Reid pulls up and jumps out of his beloved all-black Ford F-150 Raptor, and takes a few long strides to open the passenger door.
“Have a good night, Mr. Hayes.”
I walk away before he can reply and haul myself into Reid’s truck, my brain a jumbled mess for me to sort through.
Did I just ruin everything I’ve worked so hard for?