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“Congratulations, Quinn,” she says.
I smile as I shake her hand. “Thanks, Eden.”
I'm the last one to leave the conference room, and when I step out, everyone else is already headed for the door. The executive wing empties quickly, and I see the other wings doing the same as I walk toward Olivia's office. She's already seated in her chair when I enter, but she stands up just as I step over the threshold.
“You wanted to see me?” I say.
I notice Olivia leaning over, trying to look behind me for some reason. I even glance over my shoulder to see if someone is standing back there, but only find that the building has cleared out. Lights at the end of the hall have been turned off, painting the corridor in shadows that stop in the executive wing. Olivia and I are alone.
When I turn back around, Olivia is walking around her desk. I watch her in confusion as she steps around me and shuts the door to her office. The audible click of the doorknob being locked sends a tingle up my spine, but it pales in comparison to the fireworks I feel when Olivia steps in front of me, looks me in the eyes, and slowly drops to her knees.
She places her hands in her lap and looks up at me in a way that makes the dark devil inside come roaring out of its slumber. Then, she speaks the words that make it burst out of its cage.
“So … what do you want to do to me?”
EIGHTEEN - Olivia
My former CISO has been arrested, and I had numerous calls with the police today. I was stressed to the brink of psychosis trying to figure out how I was going to keep the company running with my second in command locked behind bars for assault and stealing money from his own company. I had to make the decision to promote Quinn quickly, and I chose to do it in front of the men who used to be Jon’s errand boys. I watched their faces tighten and their eyes glower at me like they were trying to commit murder with their angry gaze. All of that while still doing my normal job as CEO of a company that is suddenly struggling to stay afloat. We are a boat in a rocky ocean, with our bottom covered in holes. I have been strained and pulled thin all day, and now all I want is to let go of every bit of it.
I'm not interested in getting closed minded people to understand why I think the way I do. To me, it should be clear enough that a woman who is constantly in control craves a man who can take control away from her, allowing her to be free, even if only for a little while. I want a man who understands how much pressure I'm under, and is willing to be my relief valve. I want him to take the burden from me so that I don't have to think. I don't want to make any decisions. I don't want to contemplate any outcomes. I want all of it decided for me by someone I trust—someone who I know won't fuck it up or take it for granted. I am a submissive who walks around all day being a dominant woman, forcing things to bend to my will, but that doesn't change the fact that I am a submissive woman.
Everything in me hopes that Quinn can be dominant enough to take control and allow me to temporarily let go of it all. Everything I've seen in him suggests that he’ll be exactly what I'm looking for. Now he has to keep passing the tests. He aced the first one with flying colors. When I showed him how to choke me properly, he could've shied away. Plenty of men would've been offended that I stopped what they were already doing to show them the right way to do it. Their egos are fragile while their confidence is high, and that can cause pathetic little outbursts when faced with the reality of being wrong. Quinn’s ego wasn't shaken by what I taught him at all. He's the kind of man who wants to learn, and then uses the information to make himself better. Sure enough, after one little lesson on choking, he got it right, and I was thrilled. Let’s see what else he can get right, because if there is one thing I'm ready for, it’s for him to thrill me again.
Looking up at Quinn now reminds me of why I've always wanted him so much. The expression on his face isn't one of fear or confusion. He's turned on by seeing me on my knees. I can tell by the way he pinches his lips together as he breathes deeply. Hisjaw is tight and his brow is furrowed with intense focus, simply because the woman he wants is on her knees in front of him, waiting for him to do as he pleases. However, I know that Quinn isn't a Dom. He's a man with a dominant personality. There’s a difference. My only goal with him now, is to bring out the Dom that I hope lives inside of him.
“Tell me,” I say as he looks down at me, deciding what he wants to do first. I know this probably isn't what he's used to, so it’s my job to get him used to it, because I know this is what we both want. “We've had a long day. I’ve been running a company that has suffered multiple wounds, trying to apply bandages and stop the bleeding since I woke up this morning. From the moment I opened my eyes, I've been grabbing my busy life by the reins, now I want to give those reins to you. So, use your imagination, Quinn, and tell me what you want to do to me right now. Right here in this office. Tell me.”
Quinn’s eyebrow raises, and I see the moment he is overtaken by the darkness he hides from the world. He lets go and succumbs to it, allowing it to wash over him like a waterfall of lust.
“Damn. You're so fucking unreal. You stun me into silence. All I want to do is look at you, watching you down there while you look up at me with those fucking eyes. I could watch you all day. No need for anything else. You're justthatmesmerizing,” he says.
I have to bite my lip to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. I don't know what I expected, but it wasn'tthat. There are no words to match that, and a simplethank youdoesn't fit this moment. So I just sink my teeth into my bottom lip and keep my eyes on him, waiting for what he chooses to do next.
“You want to know what I want to do to you?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. I nod slowly. “Okay. I’ll tell you. It’s that mouth,Olivia. I want to use your mouth,” he says, his voice in a newly low growl, his eyes narrowed into slits.
My heart hums when I hear his admission. It sounds so good coming from his lips, and I desperately want more. “Yeah? How do you want to use it?”
Quinn licks his lips. “I want to fuck your mouth the way I would fuck your pussy. That’s how,” he says, full of confidence that makes him ten times hotter. That is what I have been looking for. He's not backing down or asking questions, probing to see if what I have already consented to is still okay. I knew I was right about him.
“Okay,” I say, still on my knees and unmoving. He may not know it, but I'm not going anywhere until he tells me to. “If I can't take it or I simply don't want to anymore, I’ll say the wordred. This is my safe word. When I sayred, everything stops, and if I don't say it, then nothing has to. Okay?”
Quinn nods as he brings one hand to the side of my face, caressing it like a precious flower. “If you sayred, everything stops. No questions asked. You won’t ever have to worry about me having an issue with this. I willnotbreak your trust. Understand?”
Our eyes meet and I can see the sincerity in him. It makes me more comfortable knowing that he is vowing to respect me, but the look in his eyes throws me off a bit. My heart flutters, and that’s not what I want. So I gently shake my head and he removes his hand from my cheek. “Then use my mouth how you see fit,” I say before parting my lips and sticking out my tongue.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he looks down at me, then he begins to frantically unbuckle his white pants. My mouth waters from just watching him, and drool falls from my tongue in a sticky string that leads to the floor until the moment he breaks the string with his thick cock. It stretches my lips wide and threatens to makeme gag, but Quinn slowly begins sliding his immense thickness in and out.
I feel each and every inch of his massive erection, and in no time at all, I feel better about my day. I let go of everything I was stressing over before the moment he slid himself inside my mouth—my position, Obsidian’s future, the police, Jon, Stephen, Nick—all of it gone the second his cock touched my tongue. An involuntary moan escapes my throat, fighting its way around his erection, and I sink into the feeling, submitting fully to Quinn right next to the door of my office.
It doesn't take long for him to settle himself above me. I watch from my low vantage point as he lets his head fall back, immersing himself in the warm sensation of my lips devouring his cock, drool draining from my mouth and forming a growing wet spot on my carpet. It may still be there in the morning for people to see, but the thought makes me excited. They’ll wonder if I spilled something here, but I’ll know what it’s really from, and the memory will come roaring back to me like a scene from my favorite movie.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he says, gripping the sides of my head tighter and picking up the pace. “Yeah, I’m gonna use that fucking mouth.”
He speeds up, using long strokes, similar to the way he fucked me yesterday. I moan beneath him, wanting him to keep going harder, to make me forget that I even have a job, to take my mind out of this office completely, and he does not disappoint. I have no notes on what he's doing right now. It’s perfect, and I love the satisfied look on his face as he takes what he wants from me. He fucks my mouth without relent, testing the waters to see if and when I may say my safe word. But he doesn't know that I want much more than this out of him. He may be new, but I am far from it.
After a few minutes of stretching my throat, Quinn finally manages to get himself to stop. For a moment, I thought he might come, which would have been fine with me, but I'm not mad when he pulls his dick out of my mouth and strokes it right in front of my face, his hand sliding over the slick, veiny flesh.
“Goddamn, you're so fucking amazing,” he says, breathing hard and shaking his head in disbelief. I have to hand it to him; he knows how to make a girl feel good about herself.
