Don Vidal

29 - Office fun

Marnie

Tony opens Draven’s office door for me.

Draven looks up from his paperwork with the biggest smile on his face. “Baby girl, what are you doing here?” He tips his head toward the door, silently telling Tony to get the hell out of the room and close the door behind him. Which he does instantly with a nod of his head.

“I just wanted to see you for a moment,” I tell him.

He pulls me into him, kissing me passionately. I groan loudly against his mouth. Shi.t, I’m so horny. My puss.y has been aching all morning. Hell, my whole body has. I can’t meet my sister when I’m like this. I’ll be anxious, and my mind won’t be on our day together, and that wouldn’t be fair.

“I need you, Draven.”

He smirks, grabs my arms, spins me around, and bends me over his desk so fast I don’t even have time to blink.

“Oh, God,” I gasp in surprise, my skirt sliding up and over my ass, his fingers touching my bare skin as he goes.

“I can’t get enough of you.” My thighs shake as he strokes my puss.y through my panties. I push back against him. I need him so badly right now. I whimper and shudder the second his fingers slide into the side of my panties and right inside of me. “Baby, you’re so wet.”

“Draven! Don’t tease me, please. I need you inside of me.”

“You don’t like these panties, do you?”

“Draven, for fuck.s sake, just fuc.k me!”

He chuckles to himself, fists my panties, and tears them from my body. So. Fuckin.g. Hot!

I hear the zipper of Draven’s pants sliding down, sense him releasing himself, and feel him slamming into my tight puss.y, taking him to the hilt on the first thrust. It takes my breath away. He’s never slammed into me like that before, he always slides into me slowly, no matter how wet I am. But I don’t care; I want this; I want him; it doesn’t stop me from screaming, though.

My right-hand grips the chrome lamp that’s glued to his desk. I hold on for dear life as he rides me to orgas.m, and it’s a damn powerful orgas.m!

He rocks hard and fast, thrusting into me so hard that I can’t even scream. My orgas.m won’t end, fuc.k, it’s never-ending! He cum.s with me, hard, fast, powerful, and it’s not the first time we’ve cu.m together. We seem to be so in sync of late.

Talk about quicky!

God, I’ve fallen so fuckin.g hard for him that I don’t know what to do with my heart anymore.

He holds me around the waist, kissing my neck, and I’m trying not to cry. I don’t even know why I’d be crying; I’m not sad.

I push those stupid tears away as Draven pulls me back against his chest, both of us still fully clothed, but his coc.k still inside of me. He kisses my temple tenderly, and I smile.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” I tell him.

Slowly, Draven pulls out of me, and I instantly feel the loss of him inside of me. We clean ourselves up in his private bathroom at the back of his office. A bathroom that looks like it was modeled on a bathroom in the grandest of all hotels.

Showoff.

We chat the whole time. It’s so easy to talk to Draven, and I feel like we’ve known each other forever.

“Tony will drop you home,” He tucks my hair behind my right ear and kisses me softly. “I don’t want you walking. I wish you’d just taken the car. You have a driver for a reason.” A minder, more like. I’m just not as trusting with drivers after Stefano.

“Draven,” He’s taking over my life like it’s his right to do so. Draven made damn sure I could never drive my car again, he had it crushed. He told me that he would never allow me to drive such a death trap, and no wife of his would be seen dead in such a car. Over his dead body, would he allow it.

I was so angry at first, but I soon came around to his way of thinking. I swore I would never embarrass him, and driving that car would most definitely have done that. Draven has that power over me already – the power to make me do exactly what he wants of me.

It’s manipulation, really, but I don’t question it. Maybe I should, but Draven has given me a good life since I came to live with him, and he’s allowing me to be a mother to my child when generations of Dons before him never did. He gave me a good home and doesn’t hurt me in any way.

So, who the hell am I to complain?

“I just felt like a walk. Tom drove me most of the way, but I asked him to pull over a few blocks away.” Because I was panicking being in a car with another of Draven’s men, even my bodyguard, but I won’t tell Draven that. “I have no doubt that he followed me here to ensure I was okay. In fact, I know he did because the car was right behind me.” I laugh. “My feet carried me here to you.” I touch Draven’s face, and he smiles. He may be able to manipulate me, but I do the same to him.

“But I would be very grateful if Tony could give me a ride home.” Because I need to take a shower before I meet with my sister. I cannot meet with her smelling of se.x; I’d never live it down. And this is real life, who the hell actually has se.x, doesn’t even wash, gets dressed, goes out with people, and no one smells se.x on them?

That’s right, no one.