Page 28 of A Man of Power

He wastes no time as he spins me around and slams my body against the wood encasing the window. His hand wraps around my neck, holding my head in place as he leans in so that his lips touch my ear.

“Do you feel the power now?” he asks, his voice low and menacing.

I swallow and nod as I stare out at the Capitol. It glows white against the dark sky.

His leg pushes between mine. “What did I say about pants?”

“No pants allowed,” I repeat his words from before as I feel his other hand come around to unbutton my jeans and push them down over one hip at a time. I want to protest that it’s the weekend, but for some reason, I don’t. He unbuttons my blouse and releases the front clasp of my bra, freeing my breasts from the confines of the material.

“That’s right. No. Pants. Allowed,” he states as he pushes my pants and underwear farther down until they fall to my ankles.

I blush because right now, anyone who looked up here could see me, even in the dark, they could see me.

“Who’s in control?” he growls as he bites my earlobe, and I shudder.

“You are,” I whisper. Everything about this is so very wrong, but it feels so right.

His hand tightens around my neck. “And what happens if you disobey me?”

He loosens his hand and I swallow again. “I…” I trail off because part of me wants to say that he’ll punish me, but part of me also wants to egg him on and tell him nothing will happen.

I feel his other hand move around to my front. He cups my sex, and I greedily push against his hand. “This is mine.”

Without warning, he slams two fingers into me, and I cry out against the sudden intrusion.

“And this is mine.”

His thumb presses hard against my clit, and I feel tears sting my eyes, not from the pain, but from the need. I need him so badly. I can’t fight it. I don’t want to fight it.

“All of you…is mine. Do you understand?” he says, his voice a whisper in my ear.

“Y-yes,” I stammer.

“Good. And I want what’s mine, whenever I want it. Like right now. So, when I tell you to wear a fucking skirt to the office, do it. And no panties. Understood?”

“Sebastian…it’s…inappropriate,” I argue.

“What’s inappropriate is what I say is inappropriate. And none of the asshats over in that building are going to know what’s under your skirt, so it doesn’t matter.”

He slowly pulls his fingers from me and thrusts them back in, making me jump.

“But…what if…” I trail off, too embarrassed to say my thoughts out loud.

His hand slides down my throat and grabs my breast, giving it a squeeze. “What if what?”

I take a breath, missing his hand around my neck. “What if…you know…I get wet?” I whisper the last part as I feel my cheeks heat.

A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. “I’ll tell you what. If you have to spend the day on the floor or in committee, then I’ll let you wear the panties, but if you are in here, no panties. Comprende?”

“Yes,” I answer as his hand slowly moves back to my neck. I don’t know how or why I feel safe right now, but I do, like nothing bad could happen to me with his hands clutching my body.

“Now, where were we?” he asks as he pulls his fingers out of me, leaving me feeling raw and needy. His fingers leave a trail of wetness along my thigh as he brings them to his lips and sucks. He moans his approval and grabs my hip. “Ah, yes…power.”

He pulls my hips back, while he keeps my head against the wood, and with no warning, he slams into me. I cry out as I feel all of him inside of me as my body tries to stretch to accommodate his girth.

His hand comes to cover my mouth. “Quiet, little dove. I’m not done with you yet.”

My whole body shudders from his words. He might have a reputation, but it doesn’t even come close to the reality. He’s better than my most wicked dreams. I just hope they don’t turn into nightmares.

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