Empire of Dominance

Chapter 7 : Right Away, Mr. Sinclair

Kade keyed in an access code and pressed his thumb to a reader, opening the way to a private elevator. This was his private entrance inside of one of the most exclusive and luxurious apartment buildings in the city.

Raven knew it by sight, but just as the limo pulled away along the street, she found herself unable to think about the absurd amount of money it must cost to have this level of privacy in this specific building.

All she could focus on was the tight hold of Kade's arm around her waist, the unquestioning power of his muscles.

She barely noticed the sleek gold of the elevator, its spotless over-large extravagance. All she could see was herself as a reflection in the pristine doors, pinned against the powerful, beautiful man beside her. She watched his hand slide upward, cupping and toying with one of her breasts through the thin fabric of the dress.

Breathe, she thought, breathe.

But just breathing was getting more and more difficult as she clung to him in turn, groaning with impatience, and mindless, unshakable desire.

The elevator doors opened directly into the most beautiful room Raven had ever seen.

Kade's penthouse apartment was the same expert mix of wide, airy spaces and precise modernism that defined his office. It looked like a scene from a movie, huge windows overlooking the nighttime city and every surface so perfectly polished it looked as if no one had ever been there before.

She only had a moment to take it all in. Kade spun her around to face him just a few steps outside the door.

“Take it off," he ordered.

His face was unchanged as ever, but she saw the rise of his d**k still hard against his trousers. He was so controlled, so patient. So in command.

Obediently, eagerly, she peeled off the red dress, letting it fall over her hips and crumple on the floor like first blood on a battlefield. Her torn panties came away with it.

She stood in front of him, trembling and naked. He stepped forward, so, so close, those dark, dark eyes drinking her in and possessing her without even a touch.

He'd already had her. Decimated her. Taken her down to her barest, most essential core. And he was going to keep going.

He raised a hand with tantalizing slowness, running his thumb over her lips. She could taste the sweet traces of her own pleasure.

“I am so going to enjoy playing with you, Miss Cannon," he whispered, his voice hot against her ear.

She stood absolutely still except for the soul-deep trembling that would topple her if she didn't focus, didn't remember to breathe, breathe, breathe… But his face was so close. His lips, with that shadow smile, dangerously near to hers.

“Would you like to see the dining room?"

The question was cool, flat, and professional. Bulletproof.

She nodded, the booze and nerves and desire making her head swim. She had no idea what was happening. All she could do was walk ahead of him, skin chilled and n*****s erect in the air conditioning, as he guided her into the dining room.

Like the rest of the apartment, the dining room was gleaming and beautiful and darkly aloof, not unlike its owner. She let out a little shiver of breath as Kade strode smoothly past her, his fingertip trailing along her bare lower back as he went by.

He sat in the nearest chair, at the end of the table, turning it to face her.

“Don't you think the carpet looks very soft in here?" asked Kade, with that level cold gaze just as clear as any spoken command.

She understood. She took a tentative step forward, bare foot pressing into the plush carpet. He waited, legs apart, the hard press of his erect c**k painfully clear against his pants.

Raven knelt, trembling, impatient and unsure and bewildered—and aching, still aching, for the pressed of his strong hands, the force of him filling her up. She unzipped his pants.

Raven focused on breathing. His d**k was big—really big. She listened to the scream of desire in her body, to the desperate pleasure sizzling in her nerves. She made her decision, as if she hadn't already.

She kissed the tip of his c**k, letting her tongue run around the tender flesh. At last, she felt a tremor through his legs, and heard a low groan of gratification above her. She tasted the tang of pre-c*m as she took his c**k in her mouth, curled her fingers into the rug as she slid it as far back as she could go.

“That's it," his voice flexed, tightening with pleasure.

Raven slid her lips back and forth, up and down the shaft. Her p***y was throbbing, eager, but she would never, never disappoint Kade Sinclair. She'd thought she was a proud woman, ambitious, firm—but she couldn't even consider her own pleasure when Kade demanded his first.

He seized her hair, urging her head faster and faster. She let him steer. She'd never liked giving oral, but something in the way she could do this thing that made Kade's voice crack and groan like this made it worth it. This one spare moment of abandonment, of vulnerability, of his singular pleasure.

His fingers tensed just that much tighter in her hair, pressing deep in her throat and holding her there. His balls were hot and full against her chin. He came powerfully into her throat, straight past her gag reflex. He held her there, between his strong, tensed thighs, until he'd emptied himself into her.

Kade's hand opened, and Raven came away gasping. She looked up at him at once, trying to catch that moment when his guard might, just maybe, fall—but no. The steel was back in his eyes, the hungry darkness there was a promise.

She let her body take over. It knew what to do. She straddled Kade in his chair, her sweat-slick breasts pressing to his heaving chest. She began to undo the buttons of his fine linen shirt, tracing her fingers around each button, taking her time. He didn't stop her. Instead his hands cupped her ass, sliding her wet p***y toward his crotch.

Raven made sure to move deliberately, controlled, like Kade, matching his mood and the silent language of this moment. She couldn't look away from those dark, dark eyes. She would do whatever he wanted her to do and she would do it happily. Every scrap of her pride melted away under that commanding stare. She was his, in this moment, fully and absolutely.

She pulled the shirt away, touching the smooth, powerfully-muscled chest underneath as if running her hands over a priceless statue.

Price… would there be a price for this? There was always a price, always. But right now, she didn't care. She wanted this mistake. She wanted his control.

His fingers began to play with her, teasing and pressing and rubbing at her wet p***y. She arched, tensing against the rush of fresh pleasure before relaxing into with a low sound like a plea.

“Do you want me inside you?"

Kade's voice was low. His teeth grazed her shoulder—and he bit, not too hard, but seriously. She flinched and whined, her cunt throbbing against his fingers.

“Yes," she groaned.

Yes, yes, anything!

“How badly?"

“Please, Kade, please, aghhh…!"

He bit her breast, the pain melting into the hot rush building between her legs. She felt her legs tensing, her toes curling.

“Beg for me."

“Kade, please, god, please f**k me! I can't take this anymore, please!"

She tried to reach for his c**k to help him get hard again, but he slapped her hand away. As the tip pressed against her swollen, wanting labia, she realized he didn't need any help.

She moaned, trying to arch and push herself onto him, but again—he was in control. Kade's hand took hold of the back of her neck, firm and serious.

In that moment, in the split second of aching and distraction and desire, Kade plunged into her.

His hips thrust fast, pumping his huge c**k with hammering force. She screamed, delight and abandon and beautiful agony rolling into one blind moment of passion. His grip on her neck held her fast, pushing her down as he crushed upward into her.

She was moaning, urging, begging—sounds she'd never heard herself make before, words she could never have imagined herself ever saying. She surrendered, utterly, and he felt it, driving her toward a fresh height of pleasure without ever breaking eye contact.

All at once he stood, still f*****g her ruthlessly, and dropped her down on the hard slab of the dining table. He staying standing at the edge of the table, a massive, muscular shadow above her. He was insatiable, unstoppable.

She felt the bruising force against the inside of her thighs and she didn't care. She felt the rough strength as he gripped her breasts, as he seized both her wrists in one of his and held them over her head. All the pain welled into the pleasure, and the pleasure was everything. He was everything. She opened wider, urging him deeper, deeper, and he went, unhesitant.

“This is what you want?" he growled.

She saw the flash of those commanding eyes.

“Ye—Ahhh!" she screamed as he bottomed out, thrusting deeper than she'd known anyone could go, and hitting the very limits of what her body could take.

“More," she begged, with the thin, broken breaths she could gather. “More, god, more…"

Kade huffed, half chuckle and half effort, as he flipped her over onto her stomach, holding her wrists against the small of her back for purchase as he drove past all limits, crushing her sensed to a vast, blank ecstasy.

She couldn't see; she was losing focus. He was drilling all thoughts out of her head, rocking her sight out of focus. She was nowhere but with him, nothing but his, as he coaxed scream after scream of pleasure from her.

He hoisted her up, holding her back against his chest, without breaking the tidal crush of his rhythm. His strong, strong hands were grasping and kneading at her breasts, anchoring her body in this delicious, helpless limbo, as he f****d her senselessly.

Intimate was not the word. Love was not the word. This was domination—fierce, animalistic, mindless—and she was caught in it.

She was near the edge—she couldn't hold much longer. All this pleasure was going to tide over, soon, again. Her cries caught in her throat as she felt herself about to c*m, the delicious, crashing weight pitched past the breaking point.

Kade felt it too, and he seized the front of her neck with that firm, controlling hold.

“Don't c*m until I tell you to, Raven, you understand?"

She whined assent as he dropped her back to the table and hammered so hard the chairs at the other end of the table jostled. Her fingers curled into the table runner, holding, holding the pleasure past all measure and still, still, still building…

“c*m. Now."

She released with a shuddering bliss that blanketed everything for a few long seconds. In that void, she felt Kade crush and hold his hips against her, his own pleasure rushing hot inside her.

Then he pulled out, and she was dimly aware of herself, rag-doll limp and ass-up on the edge of the CEO's luxury dining table, dripping with her own and her boss' gratification.

For a few long moments, she focused on breathing again, on bringing herself down to earth.

What had she done?

“Miss Cannon," said Kade Sinclair, lifting her by her hips and flipping her over back onto her back. She met those dark, dark eyes again, and she knew she was in far too deep now.

“Yes, Mr. Sinclair?" she managed.

He sat back down in his chair, legs spread. God, he was seriously hung.

“I think you have some cleaning up to do." He gestured at his d**k, dripping in their mutual fulfillment. “I think you should use your tongue."

She slid off the table and onto her knees with no hesitation.

“Right away, Mr. Sinclair."