An Alpha's Need (Four Wicked Beginnings with BBWs, Billionaires, Soldiers and Shifters) Read online

  Not easy…not gentle.

  When Katelyn bit down hard on her lip, searching for her own control, the sight undid him. He jerked her to him, his cock throbbing against her mound as his mouth fastened onto her neck. He sucked. His thumbs relentlessly worked each nipple. Her fingers flexing and stretching with indecision, she did nothing to stop him or draw him closer.

  “You want this," he said. "That's why you came.”

  He offered a small bite then kissed just below her ear. “Not another shot at the job or some other spot in my company. This.”

  She closed her eyes. He saw admission in the gesture but not an ounce of surrender. His hand knotted in her hair to tug her head back. He kissed the exposed underside of her chin. With a growl, he yanked her off the desk, spun her around and pushed her chest against the surface. His hands made quick work of her pants and underwear, the fabric down around her ankles before she finished gasping.

  He hadn't brought her to climax in the limo, couldn't have done so without losing the last thin strand of his own self-control. He'd remedy that immediately.

  Pressing his chest against her back, Griffin wedged his hands between her thighs and cupped her mound. Through the soft brush of pubic hair, her cream slicked his palm and freed the moan stuck in his throat. He rubbed the pad of his fingers along her pussy, gathering her juices from their source to spread them over her swollen clit.

  He rolled the hood between thumb and index finger, his gaze locked on her parted lips and flushed cheeks. He would tease her until she signed and then she would pay for such stubborn resistance with her total surrender.

  “Pick up the pen or tell me you're leaving.”

  She did neither, only pressed her lips tightly together and drew her fisted hand to her chest.

  “Baby, I'm not going to let you come until you sign.” He eased two fingers into her searing hot core and then twisted inside her to gather a thick coating of her juices. He slid the fingers up over the smooth skin of her perineum to massage the tight pucker of her ass.

  Katelyn shook, her whole body trembling. Her hips dipped in little circles, hitting against the overhang of his desk. He pushed three fingers into her pussy. She tightened around him, her muscles rolling along his invading digits to milk as much pleasure as possible. Soft moans whispered past her lips.

  “As good as my hand feels, Katelyn, my cock is ten times better.” His teeth grazed her ear. “Just pick up the pen, baby, so we can both have what we want.”

  Biting hard on her bottom lip, she shook her head.

  ********************

  Griffin stopped, withdrew his hand. Katelyn ached from the absence of his touch. Opening her eyes, she looked at the pen. She didn't want his money and she wouldn't talk. Hell, she didn't want to see him ever again. That would only force her to relive the humiliation of wanting him so damn badly.

  When he took a step away, she knew she had resisted too long. He was done with her. Fine, it was better that way. She detested the wealthy men she had met in her job -- they had everything, took everything and gave next to nothing. Griffin was no exception.

  She started to push up from the desk.

  His hand landed in the middle of her back, exerting enough pressure that she couldn't stand without straining.

  “Not done with you, beautiful.”

  Hearing the rustle of his running pants drop to the floor, her bones melted. He grabbed her hips. The fat crown of his cock rubbed along her needy slit.

  She should hate the bastard instead of being so wet her juices dripped down her thighs. She had denied herself too long, too afraid to count on a man for anything, even an orgasm. She had become vulnerable in the process to someone as masterful as Griffin Montgomery.

  His hands slid down to her drenched pussy. Spreading her labia, he worked his thumbs in and out of her, priming her for his cock. Halfway to coming, her cunt throbbed with hard contractions. Her clit jerked up and down with each pulse of need running through her.

  “I'm going to fuck you every day this week,” he said. He positioned the head of his cock against her opening, teasing her with a wiggle of his hips. “Several times daily.”

  He took a shallow dip in, the broad diameter of his cock stretching her almost to the point of pain. “You will come only with my permission.”

  Her hand clawed along the top of his desk before curling around the pen.

  “You will agree to anything I want.” He pulled out, rubbed his slick length between her thighs and over her achy clit. He hooked her bottom lip with one finger and forced her mouth open as his other hand gripped her ass. His thumb found the nervous pucker of her anus and stroked it. “And, baby, I want everything.”

  Lightly pressing his chest against her back, he moved his hand to cover her mound, working her clit as he pushed his cock all the way in. “You, kneeling, blindfolded, bound and sucking my cock.”

  She started to shake, thighs quivering as her cunt worked his length. He was big, butting against her cervix to reach previously unexplored depths.

  His palm landed on the paper, dragging it along the desk as his cock pushed all the way into her hot channel and stopped. His other hand stilled against her pussy.

  “Sign it, Kate, or go back to your lonely little apartment.”

  ********************

  Seeing the pen leave the paper with the final flourish of Katelyn's signature, Griffin relaxed. She was his for a week, longer if he didn't tire of her.

  He didn't want to tire of her, but that was always a risk.

  Gazing at her from the side, he saw her eyes flutter shut. She squeezed him at the same time, her spine curling with impatience. Chuckling, he stopped himself before he could foolishly plant a kiss on her shoulder. Doing so would embed the notion in her head that she had power over him.

  He withdrew from her, his balls pulling tight in protest. Reaching down, he jerked his running pants up.

  She whimpered, the sound sexy as hell, but he wouldn't give her what she wanted. She needed to be disciplined, had to know there were consequences to telling him “no” and holding back when she clearly wanted it every bit as badly as he did.

  He dragged the side chair a few feet from her and sat down, his gaze on her exposed pussy as she squirmed. He wanted her waxed, smoothed with nothing to hide his view, but, at that moment, the hair captured her intoxicating scent. He inhaled, stared mesmerized by the magnificent ass and cunt he wanted to bury his face against. His cock twitched, the lurching need so strong he gripped the armrests to quell the urge to slowly fuck his way back into that sweet pussy. He ached to be inside her, especially when her knees buckled for a second and her pretty little ass bobbed.

  “Please.”

  The needy whisper reached straight into his chest and squeezed.

  “What did you say?” He barked the question, instantly regretting his harsh tone when she flinched.

  “Please.” Her ass dipped again only to be propped back up as she clenched her thighs together. “I thought you wanted me.”

  He thought, Love, you've no idea how badly I want to be buried inside you.

  “Quiet.” He couldn't take the ache he heard in her voice. Not like him to cave, but she wanted pleasure and he needed to give it to her.

  A smile crept over his face.

  “Spread your legs, Kate.”

  Stepping the rest of the way out of her panties and slacks, she complied. Despite yesterday's injury, she had arrived wearing heels. Watching old videos of her performance at the Olympic trials, he had expected as much. The alluring heels confirmed two things for him, she was a tough nut and, despite the conservative blouse and pants, a part of her craved his attention and knew how to get it. She had studied him almost as much as he had studied her.

  He growled lightly in appreciation at the way the three-inch elevation accentuated the curve of her calves. Her sculpted muscles bulged from the position he had left her in. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and savored the view.


  “Touch yourself.”

  She stiffened.

  He growled again, this time with displeasure.

  “Every time you hesitate, I'm going to punish you. You're several days deep, baby. Now touch yourself.”

  She reached down, her hand shaking as she took the first wet stroke.

  “Keep rubbing, Kate. I want to see those fingers in your pussy.”

  Her obedience came with a whimper and a roll of her beautiful ass.

  “Deeper.”

  “Mmm…” She tried, her slender fingers not long enough to manage any real penetration.

  Deciding to help her, he slid his chair forward. “Take my hand.”

  Holding his wrist, she guided the thick triangle of his fingers toward her opening. He kept his arm relaxed, forcing her to decide on the timing and depth with which he penetrated her. It only took a few seconds before she was jamming him hard and fast, her sweet pussy gripping and clutching at his fingers as she approached the apex of her satisfaction.

  He waited until she was right at the edge and then twisted his hand free.

  “No!” Her muscles kept flexing, the entrance to her channel winking in and out of sight. She reached between her legs, fingers curling between her labia.

  “That is mine.” He wrenched her arm away. “You don't touch it unless I tell you to and don't ever say no again.”

  Her arm tensed, rebelling against his grip. He rose, grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her to him. “Do you understand?”

  When she didn't answer, he reached his other hand between her legs, hooking two fingers inside her. Their tips pressed flat against the thick, rippled bulb of flesh just inside her gate. He dragged his fingertips roughly back and forth. “Answer me.”

  She blinked and her knees went weak. “Yes.”

  He shifted his head until he stared into her hazel eyes. “Yes, what?”

  “It's yours.” Her body shuddered. A moan tore from her throat. “I won't touch it without your permission.”

  Satisfied, he released her and grabbed her pants and underwear from the floor. “Follow me.”

  ********************

  Her pants and underwear as captives, Griffin led Katelyn to a bedroom at the far end of the house. Richly decorated and very masculine, the room was dark wood with deep chocolate and burgundy coverings. On the center of the bed, atop a mink throw, the presumptuous bastard had a black dress waiting for her.

  Half a dress -- the top's sleeveless double V neckline would dip down to her navel and the skirt's hem would fall only an inch or two lower than the top of her thighs. She assumed the tiny black triangle next to it with strings attached were panties -- or an eye patch for a pirate with a very small head. Strappy black heels rested at the foot of the bed.

  Griffin draped her slacks and underwear next to the bedpost before turning to her. “In my office -- one hour.” He pointed at the black slip of nothing. “Dressed and on time.”

  She nodded, wondering how she would last an hour with all the heat knotting inside her.

  He moved to the door, stopping in front of a giant armoire. He slid the front panel open to expose a big screen television. He turned it on, revealing a live picture of her standing there in just her heels and blouse.

  “You're recording--”

  “Watching, not recording.” His gaze returned to the real thing, his eyes lazily stroking the soft fur of her sex before he nailed her with a hard look. “Obey the rules or face the consequences.”

  She waited for him to leave then checked the time on the clock. Fifty five minutes. Pure torture unless the bathroom wasn't wired. She walked over to the door and flicked the light on. The view on the television immediately split down the middle, the left side showing the entire bathroom from a top-down fisheye.

  Fuck -- he had her trapped both ways, an ice cold shower the only relief she could hope for.

  ********************

  Forty five minutes later, flesh bumps lining her skin from the shower and barely there dress, Katelyn waited outside Montgomery’s office door. The room was at the end of a long gallery. Across from the door stood a single chair and side table with a clock. Staring at the second hand as it audibly counted off the time, she wondered how many women had stood in the exact same spot for the exact same purpose.

  Dozens, probably. The corners of her mouth dipped and she stared down the gallery. She could leave. The only penalty in the contract was forfeiting any right to the fifty thousand dollars. It sure as hell wasn't the money that had caused her to sign. She could scrape by until she found another job.

  She had signed because, for that one short moment in time, his touch meant more than her own dignity. Only he wasn't touching her now, his need so little he had calmly walked away from her and stayed away for an hour while she had burned for him the entire time.

  She took a step away from the door, then another. The handle twisted, the door quickly swinging inward. She froze, afraid to turn and meet his gaze.

  “You're early.” He reached across her chest, grabbed her opposite shoulder and turned her toward the door before letting go.

  “I was waiting to knock.”

  “Don't lie, Kate. You're too easy to read.” Reaching out again, he touched the back of her neck with his fingers. Heat flowed from the tips to gently propel her into the room.

  When she was inside, he closed the door and pointed at a tall, round pedestal table near the window. “Sit.”

  Approaching the table, she saw that it had a small step attached to it. Her chest tightened as she thought again of all the women with whom he must have played a similar scene. She stopped in front of the table and stared at it, wondering if all the asses over all the years had left an impression.

  From the direction of his desk, she heard Griffin sinking into his chair.

  “Kate, my time is worth two-thousand-dollars a minute.”

  She turned her head and looked at him, not quite glaring but as close as she dared. He lifted his brows, the perfect picture of a bored billionaire dealing with a tedious employee.

  “Stop wasting it.”

  Her cheeks colored, but she obeyed. Dropping her gaze, she put one foot down on the base. She stepped up, her hand smoothing down the back of the skirt to position it.

  “Skirt up,” he ordered.

  She pinched the hem, lifted, and sat down. Her ass touched the cold marble surface, provoking a gasp. The man was a fiend, had probably left a block of ice on it the whole hour she waited.

  Recovering, she looked at him, expecting his attention to already be diverted. He rested his chin in the palm of one hand. His gaze leisurely traveled the line of her leg and she felt herself go hot and wet in a heartbeat.

  “Now what?”

  He flipped the screen on his laptop up and hit the power button. “You wait.”

  “Just what the hell do you think I did for the last hour!”

  No emotion crossed his features. He didn't so much as glance at her. Damn him! She could have stayed in the bedroom, under the mink throw, instead of sitting on that damn pedestal, her ass freezing at the same time her face and right arm warmed from the sunlight shining through the window.

  She scowled at him, intent on boring a hole through his thick skull with just her gaze. Ten minutes later, she surrendered with a little puff of air and turned her attention toward the window.

  It was clear from the grounds of his estate, all fifty acres, that he had a thing for dark stones, magnolia trees, running water and lots of flowers. She tried to picture him alone in that garden, staring at the flowers as they floated by, a spring breeze carelessly orchestrating their path.

  Maybe that’s where he went at moments like these -- inside his head, his fine ass was parked on one of those stones.

  Feeling the brush of Griffin's hand along her bare arm, she startled. His fingers curled along her neck, pulling her mouth close to his.

  “I thought I could keep working with you sitting here.”

  She closed he
r eyes, annoyed that his inability to focus made her happy.

  Still holding her by the neck, his other hand dipped into the front of her blouse. Cupping her breast, he kissed her lips. He hadn't done that before -- kissed her on the mouth. He'd buried three fingers in her, his cock following. He had kissed her neck, her ear, but not her lips.

  Even knowing his earlier omissions were likely intentional, she shook. Her whole body vibrated from the kiss as he commanded her complete attention. Sucking, biting, one hand fondling her breast until he stopped and gripped her shoulders to slowly push her away.

  He looked at her, his eyes soft and filled with a sensuous heat. “Don't tremble, baby.”

  She blinked, realized she was near tears. “I'm sorry.”

  He kissed her again, his tongue gently exploring the inside edge of her lips. Cupping the sides of her face, he pulled back, his thumbs teasing the corners of her mouth. “Afraid?”

  She nodded, hating to admit it but unable to lie to him. He could order her to do anything he wanted, but that didn't scare her. She feared she would crave each command. Griffin personified intensity and self-control. He'd already shown he could walk away. What happened when he did exactly that after his whims became her needs?

  “I'll be gentle -- this time.” His hands wrapped around her hips and pulled her to the edge of the table. “Release me.”

  It took Katelyn a second to realize Griffin wanted her to unzip the dress slacks he had changed into. She reached down, her fingers clumsy as she unbuckled his belt. She slid the strap out of the loops, let it fall to the floor. Working the top button, her fingers felt numb until they brushed against his cock.

  He was hard, the crown of his erection fighting to breach the waistline of his pants.

  “Feel how much I want you, Katelyn.”

  She unzipped him, her hand slipping into his silk boxers to wrap around his shaft. He was thick, too big for her fingers to completely encircle. He would fill her soon, his hot flesh like a lance inside her. She pressed closer, her upper body lightly bobbing as she stroked him.