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She's never liked parties. Ever since she was in school, she avoided sleep overs and birthdays like the plague. All the gossiping, drama and never enough food for eating, or just the nasty stuff to choose from. But...this was the company party.

Looking around, she made sure the alcohol was in moderate amounts to ensure no one did anything she'd end up regretting. The band was decent enough, toeing the line between modern enough, but not vulgar. But above all, was the fact that he looked too damn good in that suit.

"You just had to make this a formal event, didn't you?" He asked, fiddling with his tie again to keep from choking him. "Damn neck python."

"Relax and have a drink," she whispered, smiling out the corner of her mouth, "it's a party. Besides, we don't have to stay long. Just enough to be seen here. And enough to enjoy the view." Her eyes had been on his form all night, drinking him in as subtly as she could without raising suspicion.

Jessica O'Hara had arrived with her bright red hair up in a braided bun, her long, dark green dress hugging her beautiful curves. Her heels allowed her up to 5'7", but still looked tiny compared to her 6'0" secretary.

Standing next to her in a dark black 3 piece suit (which she, of course, picked out herself), his hair slicked back and his beard trimmed. The greys in his black hair always made him look more refined and made him look so much better for it.

Leaning down, he made a passing whisper to her, too low for anyone else to hear over the music. The way his breath caressed her skin had always made her excited and this was no different. "Keep staring at my ass Kitten and I'll ensure yours will be more than red after this. We're supposed to be a secret, remember?"

It took everything she had not to turn a bright red, but as she nodded stiffly, she had to calm her bratty side. 'You know better than to threaten me with a good time.' She thought, breathing in deep before calming her quickened heart beat.

Separating from each other for a bit to mingle, the night became slightly more enjoyable as more alcohol was given out, and pretty soon the dance floor was full. She was never going to be seen dancing with the heels she had on, but as he was dragged on to the floor, she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

She wasn't an idiot. If she saw the sexy man for what he was, obviously so did the other women of the company. But as she watched him, she could see how uncomfortable he really was, never really being much of an extrovert.

But as Julia, the office slut as she's always been known to be, began to grind on his crotch, her feet started to move on their own. The crowd seemed to split at the sight of her anger, being too well versed of what she looked like on the warpath.

Julia, on the other hand, was too busy and just drunk enough to either not notice, or not care. She was too busy slipping her hands into his suit jacket to find his torso with a wide smile on her lips. "C'mon baby, we can have some fun in the storage closet, or even my car if you're too shy-"

"Julia," came Jessica's voice, the full bitch tone seeming to clear her drunken stupor quickly. "If you take the time to realize he's been trying to pull himself away from you the past few minutes, you'll understand that he's just not into you."

Looking around, it was then Julia realized the entire party was staring at them both, the music at a full stop and the silence seeming to echo throughout the room.

"What? No, we were having fun is all, right?" Julia asked, trying to play off the situation. But as she looked up at him, the look in his eyes and the stoic shake of his head, she found she'd receive no help there. "Fine," she says, reaching out and grabbing another drink before walking away, muttering louder than she obviously intended, "frigid bitch."

And there it was. The straw that would break the camels back. She has never been known to take insults lightly, and as her face reddened, her eyes widening and her temper about to blow...she caught sight of him.

The glare down that took place between them seemed to cut through the room, and they were suddenly alone. She felt her anger completely deflate as he saw the true anger and warning in his eyes seeming to overshadow hers. The slew of insults and violence that was about to fill the area died before they could form and she slowly turned around and simply walked away.

The crowd stood in awe of the spectacle, more in shock that there was no explosion from the ticking bitch bomb, but as the music started back up and a few drinks later, the party started to catch it's stride again. Twenty minutes later, he found her in her office, pacing the room and promising more than enough curses on Julia's entire extended family to destroy the family tree.

"How fucking dare she grind her fucking fat ass against you like that?! Her fake fucking tits spilling out and rubbing against you?! Horny bitch was practically humping your fucking leg in the middle of the entire company-"

He sat there at her desk, watching her rant over the entire debacle, knowing that he could only dominate over so much of her fury. But as her anger began to slow, he stood up and hit a single button on her computer. He was planning this as she was busy cursing and soon, the slow music of her favorite jazz played through her speakers.

Without saying a word, he walked over, wrapping his large hands around her and began to slowly move in circles. The smell of his scent mixed with his cologne seemed to be just the thing to quell her anger at that point and she buried herself into his chest. "She had no right," she said, the last petty complaint leaving her lips as she moved with him.

"Breathe Kitten," he finally says, chuckling lightly and rubbing her back firmly as they moved, sending shivers through her the way only he could. "You managed to keep yourself from being arrested and sued for assault by backing down from it." Leaning back lightly, he lifted her chin to look down at her and smiled with a sense of pride in his eyes that she's only known from him. "You were a good girl tonight Kitten. And I'm very proud of you."

The room seemed to glow suddenly from the beaming smile that seemed to radiate from her at the compliment. Any anger that remained immediately died away as she seemed to curl into him. "Thank you Sir," she whispered into his chest as she took him in.

They circled for a few minutes before the music started to die off. He leaned down afterwards and pressed his lips to hers. This wasn't the dominating, controlling kiss as usual, but the kind she hadn't had in years. The kind where she felt her head going lighter and her breath slowing down.

But as they stood there, her hunger seemed to only grow. Her kissing started to become more needy, greed overwhelming her as she wrapped her arms around his neck to hold herself there. Her moans came out more as groans as she kissed him deeper and more passionate, to the point she was practically climbing him.

But the man she submitted to, with the strength she knew him for, casually picked her up, never leaving her lips, and placed her on the desk. The heat of their bodies seemed to engulf the room as she wrapped her legs around his waist and grind herself against him.

"Fuck me Sir," she finally got out between kisses, reaching down and beginning to loosen his pants. "I fucking need you," she nearly whined, unwrapping herself just enough to pull her dress up for him.

The fact that he was fully erect told her everything as she grinned wickedly, gripping his shaft firmly and stroking him. He was so large in comparison to her hands and she's always been worried about how much she could actually take, but at this moment, she wanted all of him. Wanted him to stretch her, ram inside of her and break her. She wanted him to claim her.

The hunger in his eyes broke slightly as he rubbed himself against her, finding her wetness and realizing the obvious. "No panties Kitten. You were planning this." The mischevious look in her eyes were marred as she gasped from his intrusion.

Sliding within her, his gerth stretched her wide and began its desent to filling her. Her gasps became whimpers which quickly turned to moans as she laid back on the desk. Reaching up, all she could do is brace herself by holding the sides of the desk as he fucked her rougher and deeper with each thrust.

But he wasn't done yet. He wanted to make sure he hit her as deep as possible and knew just the way how. Lifting her legs, he placed her ankles on his shoulders and leaned in, curling her against him and gasping in deeply as the head of his cock began to kiss her cervix.

As he began to rock within her, stretching and hitting her deepest depths, she was speechless. Her mind began to go blank as he managed to speed up. The orgasm was sudden and hard, too fast for her to recognize it before it tore through her in almost violent waves.

But as the climax rocked her body, he kept fucking her through it all. She squirmed, spasmed and dragged her nails across the hardwood, but the constant thrusting continued until she was climaxing a second time.

This time, her voice found her, but before she could scream in pleasure, his hand was wrapped around her mouth. She didn't fight it. Didn't dare try to remove it. She knew why it was there and she abused the use of it as she screamed a loud, pulsing, primal cry.

He finally began to slow down at this point, waiting for her last throws to finish, for her to finally stop shaking before letting her mouth go. What was suppose to be a "Thank you Sir," came out as a completely incoherent jumble of grunts and squeaks.

"Good girl," he repeated to her, leaning in and kissing her lips firmly, to which she tried to return, but knew it was half hearted due to lack of energy. "Now, turn around so I can fuck you from behind."

The sudden order caught her off guard, but as he pulled himself free of her, she was flipped over and quickly spanked. "Yes," she moaned, her voice finding it's vigor again as she felt the return of his cock.

The difference of angles had her screaming again as he made no attempt of being as gentle as before. His hand was in her braid, gripping it firmly and using her, ACTUALLY using her. He was truly claiming her as his, the echos of his pelvis slamming against her ass were applause to her as they bounced off the walls of her office.

The joy it brought had her at the edge of her orgasm again and she didn't care how sensitive she was, or how sore she was going to be later on. At that moment, she only wanted one thing. "Fill me Sir. Fucking cum inside and give me everything. Please fucking use me and shoot deep inside of me!!"

The egging of her pleas hit him hard and he nearly re-doubled his efforts, fucking her faster until it hit him. She felt the hot, powerful shots of his cum hit her womb and sent her over the edge. With each powerful hit of his orgasm, he shot more and more until he was finally spent.

Letting go of her hair, she fell to the desk, her eyes vacant, her smile evident and her giggling sporadic. She was deep in her own orgasmic high and he knew it wasn't going to end anytime soon.

The only real signs of change were the soft grunts she made as he pulled free from her, a flood of his cum spilling from within and covering her desk. But otherwise, she laid there, completely spent.

So, he did what he always did. Picking her up, he cleaned her off as best as he could, placed her in his lap, and stroked her body until she came down from her high. "Thank you Sir." She mumbled sleepily as she came back to her senses. She knew that he spoiled her, but this was different. She just didn't know how to say it, or if she should.

"I think I'm falling in love with you..."