Souls ReAligned (27 page)

Ethan: Only when I’m with you.

Olivia leans over and adjusts some of the logic in the software programming while one of the engineers watches curiously. She turns her phone, trying to shield the screen.

Ethan: Rub it harder. Make yourself come.

Olivia reads his text and rolls her eyes. Turning in her chair, she nods at the engineer. “Try it again,” she instructs him. Watching as he restarts the prototype, she waits for it to cycle through. Her phone vibrates reminding her of Ethan’s last unanswered message. Red lights start to flash and she sighs in disappointment. Her vibrating phone, once again, draws her attention. GAH! Time to put a stop to this.

Olivia: Oh, YES! I’m rubbing harder. It feels soooo good.

Pulling back her chair, she kneels on her seat and reaches for a different book, making sure she doesn’t expose herself to the team. Dropping it heavily on top of the others, she thumbs through it quickly, growling when her phone vibrates again, “Oh, for fuck’s sakes.”

Ethan: Are you rubbing it harder?

Olivia: Yes, really hard. Thinking about you.

Ethan: Are you going to come?

Olivia: YES! I’m coming right now. OMG!

Rolling her eyes, she drops her phone on the desk and mumbles something about gullible men. “I think I have an idea.” Picking up the book, she swings around in her chair. “Oh, fuck.”

Everyone in the room looks up at her reaction. Ethan stands in the doorway of the room, his arms crossed in front of him, his stance rigid; his phone clutched tightly in his hand.

Olivia gives him a flirty smile, hoping that he’ll see the humor in it. “Busted.”

“Indeed.” Ethan doesn’t smile, his penetrating eyes burning through her from all the way across the room. “I’d like to see you in my office, Miss James.”

Swallowing hard, she glances over at her teammates who have all turned away, pretending to have busied themselves with other things. Turning, she returns the book to her desk and picks up her phone.

“Leave your phone there, you won’t need it.” Ethan turns briskly on his heels, heading down the hallway at a quick pace. “Keep up, Miss James,” he warns. “I’m a busy man and I’m in no mood to be late for my next meeting.” Olivia rushes to keep up, but as always, she struggles to match his athletic stride.

She catches up to him as he reaches the door. Holding it open, he allows her to enter and then slams it hard behind him. Olivia jumps, and turns nervously to face him. “I’m sorry. Don’t be angry. I was busy and…”

Ethan advances slowly, backing her up against her desk.

“Do you know what you are, Olivia?” he asks calmly, pinning her down with his stare.

“Adorable?” she asks, with a hopeful smile.

Ethan frowns, giving her nothing, not even a hint of his boyish grin.

“In the BDSM lifestyle, a woman such as yourself is called a
brat
.” Moving closer, he secures her against the desk.

“Interesting,” she says, trying to ignore the feelings stirring inside her.

“Yes, it is.” Moving her hair from her shoulder, he leans in to speak directly in her ear. “A brat is a woman, with a truly submissive soul who likes to challenge authority. One who fights to gain control. We established earlier, that today was a reminder of whom you belong to.”

Shrugging her shoulders, she contorts her face and wrinkles her nose.

“I see. Well, you forget who I am. I don’t pretend to be a dominant soul. I was born with one.”

Backing up, he releases her from the side of the desk. Dragging her chair, he turns it so it faces the opposite direction. “Sit,” he instructs her.

He struggles to hide a slight smile when she takes her place and looks at him nervously. “Since I can’t trust you to do what you’re told, I guess you’ll have to prove to me that you can follow instructions.”

Moving to sit behind his desk, he looks at her confused expression.

“You don’t mean that?” Sitting facing him, she’s astonished at what he’s suggesting.

“Oh, I do mean that. While I finish this report, you’re going to do what you were told to do.”

Ethan sorts out the papers in front of him, and glances back up at her stunned look. “You can begin now,”

“What if I don’t want to?” She glances over at the door nervously.

“I assure you, it’s locked. Now, go on. I’m starting to lose my patience.”

There isn’t a word to describe the emotions rolling through her right now: arousal, excitement, shame. Is she really going to do this? All this talk about the lifestyle and his dominant soul has the blood burning through her veins like lava. Before she can stop herself, it’s out of her mouth. “Well then, maybe naughty girls should be spanked.” She’s only half joking, but when he stands abruptly and heads toward her, she gasps.

“Don’t suggest things you know nothing about, Olivia,” he warns. “This is not a game. I’ve lived this lifestyle. I’ve given out discipline. I’ve provided spankings as punishment. Believe me when I tell you,
YOU
would find no pleasure in it.” Wrapping his hands around her knees, he pulls her forward, adjusting her position in the chair. Sliding his hands along her thighs, he draws up her skirt. “You can tell me what you think you want, but I know what it is that you really need.” Parting her knees, he moves his hand between them, making her breathing develop into short panting breaths.

Warm and wet; she clenches when he runs his fingers across her folds. He leans back, looking at her with surprise at how soaked she really is. “You’d better get started. You’re going to run out of time, again.”

He shakes his head in frustration when she hesitates. “Why do you insist on being so difficult? You’re so eager to explore bondage, and yet, you can’t do what you’re told. Well, Love; I
will not
consider what you want to try on Thursday night, unless I can trust you to be obedient. It wouldn’t be safe for you, otherwise.”

Determined to prove that she can follow instructions, she slides her hand underneath his, touching herself.

“There you go. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

She shakes her head as he pulls his hand away. Getting to his feet, he returns to his desk, watching as she rubs her finger across the knot of nerves that brings her pleasure.

At first, Olivia feels awkward, vulnerable. She can’t stand to look at him. Knowing that he’s watching is oddly arousing. It encourages her to be bolder. Relaxing, she allows herself the touches that make her twitch with anticipation, excitement.

Ethan sits at his desk, leaning back in his chair. His hands move restlessly from his lap to the arms of the chair. Her moans send a direct signal to his dick, awakening it. Sitting forward he strains to see. “Spread your legs wider. Show me what you’re doing to yourself.”

Olivia tugs her skirt higher around her waist and adjusts her position. Spreading her legs as wide as she can, she straddles the chair; giving him, his much needed view.

“Fuck me,” he says, his Irish brogue straining from his growing excitement. “That’s so beautiful.”

Inspiration sizzles through her; she rubs harder, moaning as she draws her hand across her very sensitive clit.

Ethan moves his hand down the front of his trousers, rubbing it across his rock hard, and aching shaft. “Come here,” he instructs. Pushing stuff out of the way, he makes room for her to sit on his desk.

He doesn’t have to ask twice. She’s on her feet and lifting herself to sit in front of him in seconds. Boldly she gives him an unobstructed view. With his hands on her knees, he buries his face between her thighs, teasing her with vigorous flicks of his tongue.

Gasping, she leans back, supporting herself on her elbows. Letting her knees fall to the side, she gives him room to work. With his mouth surrounding her, he pulls with gentle suction, making her body tremble. So close to the edge, she groans, making those little noises of pleasure. When he slides two fingers inside her slowly, he grazes across the right spot, making her body jerk forward.

She gasps as his mouth closes around her again, drawing hard on her sensitive knot of nerves, keeping her right on the edge. His movements come to a complete stop, when his phone rings. GAH!

To her utter disbelief, he rolls back his chair and answers the phone. Furious, she slides off the edge of his desk. Pulling her skirt down, she prepares to storm off, feeling more than a little frustrated.

He grabs her arm, forcing her to stop; she turns, giving him an Arctic glare. “Hold on for just a minute,” he says politely into the phone as he puts the call on hold. Tugging her backward onto his lap, he wraps his arms around her. “I’d reconsider that look if I were you. I’m not finished with you, yet.”

She stops struggling, going lax in his arms, she leans back against his chest. Moving his hips beneath her, he rubs himself against her bottom. “Bend this pretty little ass over my desk and let me look at it while I take this call. Then, I’ll make sure you get what you need.”

She twists her head, trying to look up at him. “There really is something wrong with you,” she says in disgust, as she gets to her feet.

“That’s why you love me, right?” Giving her a firm smack on the ass, he makes her lunge forward. She squeals, moving her hand to protect her stinging skin from another blow. She considers, quite seriously, that he could be right about that spanking.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she complains, as she takes her place. Bending over the edge of his desk, she exposes herself to him.

“Lift your skirt,” he instructs, “I want to see my hand print on your ass.”

The thought of it makes her squirm. It excites her. His marks remind her of his possession; sometimes for days afterward.

“Spread your legs wider,” he insists, “and keep quiet,” he warns. Resuming his call, he uses the speaker, so his hands remain free. He lifts her skirt higher so he can see the bright red mark of his hand. The sight of it almost makes him falter, causing him to pause his conversation and gather his thoughts. He caresses the rounded curves of her ass, soothing the heated skin from his mark.

Growling, Ethan gets to his feet. Pressing her body down flat against the hard wooden surface, he eases down her head. Her heart races; bringing more heat to her throbbing clit.

Suddenly, his hands leave her skin, leaving her feeling vulnerable as she listens to the business conversation that's taking place while she’s on display for him. Wondering why he suddenly seems to be neglecting her, she lifts her head and glances over her shoulder. She’s met with Ethan’s piercing, green eyes as he stares at her. He hasn’t taken his eyes off her the entire time. Studying her from behind, he rubs his hand along the hard length of his shaft.

Olivia takes in a deep breath as she watches him trying to soothe the painful erection through his pants. Anticipation pushes her further into a state of need. Pressing her clit against the hard edge of the desk, she tries to find some satisfaction. When she hears him hang up the phone, she lowers her head. Closing her eyes, she waits for him, eager to feel his touch, hungry for him to make good on his promise.

The corporate world around them stopped existing the moment he locked the door. There is only Ethan and Olivia. Owen and Elizabeth, lifetimes apart, but not even the universe can keep them from finding each other.

As she listens to the sound of his zipper being lowered, she feels the heat of his body move behind her.

Ethan sighs in relief, releasing himself from the confinement of his pants, as he lowers them around his hips. Pushing her skirt up, he brushes his hands over his raised handprint. Lowering his mouth, he kisses it tenderly. “Mine,” he whispers, against the warmed, pink skin. “This is all mine,’ he growls into her ear. “Mine to use. Mine to own.” Leaning forward, his body presses against her, his steely erection poking into her flesh. “What I want. When I want. How I want it. Have we cleared up any misunderstanding?”

Feeling like she’s going to go out of her mind if he doesn’t get inside her, right now, she bites out her frustration, “Yes! Just fuck me already, Ireland.”

“Very happy to oblige, Miss James,” he answers, trying to hide the amusement in his voice. Reaching down, he grabs her thigh and lifts her leg. Making her more accessible and holding her down. Leaning forward he pins her there, as he slides in from behind. She gasps as he enters her, and it makes him moan, “I love that sound,” he grunts in her ear. “The sound you make when I possess you.” Sliding out of her slowly, he rocks his hips, lunging forward, slamming himself in deeper.

Aroused by the idea of being ravaged and controlled, Olivia’s body shivers beneath him. He owns her with every thrust. Not just her body, but also her mind; her soul. She willingly hands over all of herself to his protection; knowing he has the ability to completely break her, but trusting that he won’t.

Emitting a small whimper, she lets ecstasy close in on her. As he feels it completely consume her, pleasure rips through him with explosive force. Floating back down to earth, he releases his hold. His hands skim over her body as he gently withdraws, then pulls her into his arms.

Bringing his lips to her mouth, he brushes featherlike kisses there. Pulling down her skirt, he continues to hold her against his hard body. She runs her hands down his muscular chest and sighs as she tucks herself in under his chin. Nuzzling his cheek on the top of her head, his heart beats with a strange ardor. The words are on the tip of his tongue and he feels the need to profess them. He can’t hold them in any longer; they need be shared. Acknowledged. “Olivia,” he begins, his chest heaving with nervous breath.