Page 64 of Shifting Hearts 1
His last assistant lasted three days in her role. How long would this one last before she succumbed to his whim? He cracked his knuckles and leaned back in his swivel chair, glancing at the clock as he caught the whir of the elevator. He closed his eyes and focused his senses, just before the doors opened, he heard the nervous flutter of her heart.An intoxicating scent of honeysuckle tickled his nostrils, threatening to bring him to his knees. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his mouth watered. He indulged in another whiff. He groaned as his cock twitched. She was virginal, and he had to have her.
This is going to be fun.He thought.
The echo of her heels clicking against the linoleum of the lobby rattled in his skull. He snarled as her scent flared his arousal. Jas longed to throw the door open and descend on her unsuspecting body, sinking his teeth into her neck and sucking her dry, while his hands explored her.
Soon, he assured himself. She would scream his name and writhe beneath him as he buried his cock in her. She would cry out with every thrust as he satisfied his lust.
When she finally knocked on his door, he barked a single command for her to enter. Blackout curtains were drawn across the floor-to-ceiling windows at his back, plunging the room into a state of near darkness. There were no candles or torches lining the wall of his modern office, but the recessed lighting was dimmed. His vision remained sharp while his other senses detected heat signatures.
“Mr. Conrad?” a timid voice squeaked. “I’m Seraphina Chandler, your new assistant.”
“You will refer to me as “sir”.” His smooth voice cracked sharply, like a whip.
Her eyes widened as she took a step back.
Good, he thought.
“Sit!” he barked.
He bit back a grin as she scurried to obey and sat in the chair opposite him. The beast inside him roared with delight at her natural submissiveness. Because there was no doubting who she was. Her eagerness to please and lack of experience would make it easy to break her, mind, body, and soul.
A vision of her naked body in his bed assaulted him. Her hair surrounded her like a halo, while her sweet honeysuckle scent lingered on his sheets. Her legs parted, exposing her dripping core, waiting for him to devour her.
“Stand up,” he snarled as he shook his head.
“Excuse me, sir?” Confusion furrowed her brow.
“I said, stand up,” he growled.
She complied.
“Come here.” He motioned to the other side of his desk. As she moved forward, he pointed to her feet. “Take off your shoes first. No more heels.”
“But—” she began.
“I said, take them off.”
She toed one heel off, then the other and moved across the rug. She moved gracefully and came to a stop before him.
“Turn.” He gestured with his finger. “Slowly.”
Her pert ass teased him from beneath the skirt, and he wanted to see how pink her cheeks became beneath his palm. He hooked his finger in the low cut top, caressing the cleavage that flirted with him. One day, he would stroke his cock to completion and mark those tits with his cum and enjoy those pouty lips stretching around him, as she blinked up from beneath those long lashes.
His cock stiffened to the point it was almost painful, trapped behind his zipper. Release would have to wait.
“Sit,” he commanded through gritted teeth. She turned away, putting unwelcome distance between them, and he snapped, “Stop.”
Her heart galloped as their eyes met. To avoid grabbing her, he pricked his tongue with his tooth, letting blood coat his tongue and swallowed the unsatisfying mouthful before speaking.
“Sit here.” He pointed to the corner of his mahogany desk.
He tracked her movements with the hungry eyes of a predator as she approached, like a lamb knowing she was headed to the slaughter. A rumble began in his chest as she chewed on her lower lip. Her eyes locked on his as he rose from his chair and leaned in, ready to sink his fangs into the pulsing vein in her neck. The sound of her blood rushing through it drove him wild.
Just a taste. If he thought it would be enough he would. Fuck me.
Her voice wavered as she asked, “Anything else, sir?”
Yes.Be a good girl and part your thighs so I can ram my cock inside of you. Maybe clamping a collar around her neck would dampen his urge to sink his fangs into her. It would open up a source of other delectable places to bite. The breasts were fatty, but if he bred her, he could suckle the sweet milk from her nipple. Such thoughts surprised him, as he’d never impregnated a woman in his life. He came down throats or in puckered assholes, but never came inside. Yet, he wanted to soil her innocent womb with his demon seed.
