Page 24 of Dominance

And my father has been very careful to keep us…compartmentalized. And then all of a sudden expects us to just play a couple. I can’t figure it out.

Maybe it’s all a game, a wild adventure. But it’s not a fun one.

As always, my busy brain starts revving and I have to slow things down. One thing at a time.

Compartmentalization is, and always has been the cornerstone of my entire life.

I do one thing; I move to the next. Focus has to be absolute on each and every task because I don’t have time to dawdle, and I certainly don’t have time to redo anything. At least that’s been my life since Mom died.

One draft, perfect. Turn it in. Get to work. Get home.

It’s such a contrast to the way she ran things for me growing up. We had strict rules about how to stay off the radar, but otherwise…

I was free to do whatever I wanted. Things were so unstructured.

Maybe that’s why I crave structure now.

And this world is anything but. It has rules, certainly, ones I am trying to figure out as I walk the line between the legal and not so. All the while trying to decide just how dangerous Adriano and my father are.

Not to mention how involved Adriano is with Dom.

One minute they seem to be in sync. The next I think Adri wants to strangle my dad.

Maybe it’s both.

Either way, Adriano is not someone to trifle with.

But every time I see him, I can’t help dipping my toe in that water. Hell, diving right in.

Shaking my head I get back out of the car, flustered and unsure of what else to do. Work. Yeah. That’ll distract me.

The shopping I told my father I wanted to do is the farthest thing from my mind as I head into my office and close the door, flicking on my laptop and settling in. When in doubt, do your homework.

When did I become such a nerd?

I used to party, shop, go out to eat with friends.

Back when I had friends.

A half hour slips by before I wrap up the spreadsheet and head back down to the archives to straighten up my mess and grab the remains of my blouse. Standing in that doorway, I flash back, feeling his bulging cock pressed into me from behind, his hands on me, teasing me.

Instantly I’m right back to a flustered mess.

My grip tightens on the doorframe as I feel his lips on my throat, his breath in my ear. So. Fucking. Hot.

Pinned, unable to resist him. I feel my skin tighten, my core heats up.

And this time, my hand drifts back, grips him tightly, and strokes his incredibly thick, rigid manhood. It’s mouthwatering.

I remember the feeling of it in my hand from the other night and my knees quiver, my thighs tightening as Adriano’s fingers slip under my skirt again, pull my soaked panties aside and drive into my opening, easing in firmly, slowly, then circling, pressing all the right spots.

Leaning over the filing cabinet I give in fully to the fantasy, roiling my hips in time to my fingers buried inside me. But it’s him, as I grip him, guide him inside me. Palming the peak of my pleasure, a sweet, buzzing sensation runs up my spine, across every inch of my skin.

Every day this need gets worse.

I can’t stop thinking about him. And I can’t stop touching myself, pretending it’s him. He’s deep inside me now, grinding into my sweetest spot, his finger slick with my wetness circling my clit.

Sweat breaks out on my forehead, across my back as I come undone, as I start to shake.

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