Page 22 of Left of the Slash
FOURTEEN - Quinn
Dynamite explodes beneath my skin when our lips touch. I feel it in the core of my bones as our tongues dance together in a beautiful rhythm, and shockwaves travel to the far ends of my fingertips and toes. She is ecstasy in my grasp, and I lose myself in the moment, shocking myself by how much I want her. The darkness in me has been waiting for this, stalking back and forth in its cage, impatiently biding its time, drooling from hunger for this very moment. I don't even have time to feel disbelief that we’re actually kissing. Disbelief is forced away by a deep, passionate desire to keep going. No thoughts. No brakes. All speed. All lust. All of her belonging to all of me.
A week ago, Olivia walked into the conference room with a serious strut and a stern demeanor. She commanded everyone’s attention, but none more than mine. I was the one who was hooked onto her, watching her every move, my darknessrecognizing hers even while she was trying to hide it. I didn't know she wanted me then, but I was fucking desperate for her. I knew she was the CEO. I knew she was eight years older than me. I thought it would never happen due to those circumstances, but I was wrong. Now, all I know is that I can’t stop. If someone walked back through the Obsidian doors right now, they’d have to watch me kiss her. They’d have to witness my passion for this woman, and they could go to hell if they had a problem with it. We've started now, and I'm not stopping. I can't.
“Fuck,” I whisper in her ear as my inhibitions drop to the floor and my hands begin to roam her body. I want so badly to find the skin under her dress and squeeze it to hear her moan for me. What does that sound like? I've heard her go off during a meeting. I've heard her put people in their place. I've heard her aggression. Now I want to hear her whimper.
Olivia lets out a breathy, “Yes,” as I press her body against the wall and kiss her neck, my breath on her skin.
She tastes so good I can barely stand it. It tilts my world on its axis until I can no longer see straight. I'm hungry for her. Ravenous like never before. I’ve lost myself in the moment, my entire body acting on its own. My hands squeeze everything they touch. My mouth kisses and sucks. My cock throbs with every thunderous heartbeat.
“What the fuck?” I whisper between kisses as I lay my head on Olivia’s shoulder. “Why can't I control myself with you? What the fuck are you doing to me?”
Olivia keeps her head lifted, giving me permission to keep kissing her neck as she pants. “Don't control yourself,” she says. “Just take control of me.”
I manage to pull myself away from her enough to look her in the eyes, and she doesn't break eye contact or take back what she just said. My heart surges with adrenaline because what she just said is exactly what the darkness in me wants to hear.
“What?” I ask, even though I heard her.
Olivia leans her head back against the wall, keeping her chin elevated as she grabs my hand and pulls it up to her neck, her gaze never leaving me.
“Do it,” she says in a voice similar to the one she uses to command people in the office.
Angry butterflies fill my stomach as my excitement turns into an unknown thrill. It’s as terrifying as it is titillating, because it’s almost like she read my mind. Iwantto choke her. Just seeing my fingers on her throat sends my imagination into a frenzy. I want to squeeze until she's wheezing, until her face starts to change colors, then I want to let go and watch her gasp.
Fuck. I'm losing it. The dark devil is taking over and showing me just how dark it likes it … and Olivia is begging for it.
“I feel your fingers trembling,” she says as I stare at her in awe. “I know you want to. So do it.”
Olivia and I once had a conversation about the shades of our darkness. She wanted to know if mine was the same as hers, and I told her mine was darker. Right now, in this moment, I remember the look on her face when she responded. With a raised eyebrow and obvious confidence, she said she wasn't sure my shade was darker than hers. She was right. She knew all along that her shade was just as dark as mine, and now I know it, too.
“You want me to choke you?” I ask, making sure I have her consent before my next move.
“Don't you want to?” Olivia says, answering my question with a question before biting her lower lip.
I don't recognize her anymore. The CEO has left the building and been replaced by a sultry, sexual, submissive doppelganger teeming with lust. Unlike me, Olivia has given in to whatever resides inside of her—the dark thing she hides from the rest of the world every day. She isn't in her head, trying to stopherself from letting go. She already has and wants me to. It’s an uncommon place for me to be in, but I have to follow her lead.
“Yes,” I finally answer. “Yes, I do want to.”
Olivia nods slowly, her sustained gaze never wavering. “Good. I want you to do it … please.”
The word hits me like bricks falling from a rooftop, shattering my entire sense of control and giving free reign to my dark devil. I press the area of my hand between my thumb and pointer finger into the center of Olivia’s throat, and just as I start to press hard, Olivia shakes her head and uses both of her hands to grab me by the forearm. I immediately pull my hand away, thinking I just fucked up, but she grips me tight and doesn't let my hand get far.
“No, it’s okay,” she says, shaking her head and maintaining her grip on my arm. “Do it here,” she says, returning my hand to her neck. “On the sides. Don't push against my windpipe. Squeeze the sides. That’s the sweet spot. Okay?”
I nod, completely in awe of what’s happening right now.
“Okay,” I say, then I begin again, squeezing the sides of Olivia’s throat just like she said. This time, she nods at me, smirking as she lets her hands drop to her sides. I nearly gasp as the sensation of letting go feels like conflicting sensations—hot and cold, fast and slow all at once. I give in to my desires and grip Olivia by throat, pressing her hard against the wall … and she takes it with a seductive raised eyebrow. Her mouth drops open as she keeps her eyes on me, waiting for me to keep going while I choke her hard.
Olivia’s face starts to turn red as I squeeze her, but she never tries to get away, nor does her face show any signs of panic. She just stands there, taking it all while I steal her breath. Her eyes start to water as the redness intensifies, and I wait for her to give in. Any moment, I expect her hand to fly up and yank my fingers away. But it never happens. In fact, I'm the one who givesin first. Whatever this is, I'm clearly the one who is new to it. I ease my grip and Olivia takes in a big breath, but she's still just as calm as she was before I started choking her, and I think I just fucking fell in love.
My cock turns to steel as our eyes meet, and I know in this moment that I have never wanted to fuck someone so badly in my life. The pressure has built to an intensity I've never felt before. My ears ring from it. I'm weighed down by it, compressed on all sides like a submersible that has traveled too far. There is so much more that I want to do, but I don't even have any more patience—now that she has taught me exactly how she likes to be choked. Now that I've watched her turn red for me.
Sheletme choke her. She stood there, her back flat against the wall, and she maintained eye contact with me while I squeezed her throat. Who the fuck does that? I don't know what world I have fallen into, but I never want to leave. I have been completely undone.
With my dark devil leading the way, I grip Olivia’s throat and use it to guide her over to the desk, where I push her down until her torso is flat against the wood. She doesn't fight it. In fact, I think I hear a, “Yes,” as soft as a whisper, but my mind is too cloudy to know for sure. Her body's approval is enough—the way she lays down on the desk for me and spreads her legs as I pull her dress up. She's not concerned about wrinkles or my savagery. It’s like she wants to give herself to me in this way, and even though she isn't speaking, I feel like I am being led down this road. I am the horse, and her body is the dangling carrot that keeps me walking forward.
I tremble with desire as I reach into my back pocket and remove my wallet, where I luckily still have a condom stashed away from when I was dating Linda. I tear the packaging open like a madman and drop my pants, and as I sheathe my rockhard cock, Olivia turns her head and watches from her position on the table. Her eyes widen as she bites her lip, inspecting every inch of me and gawking like she can't believe it. Good. I'm gifted with a cock as thick as a cucumber, with a vein like a worm beneath my skin. I'm glad she got to see it before I use it to stretch her out.
