Her Possessive Don-5

CHAPTER 5

BELLA

He told me the next morning while he poured coffee like the night before hadn’t left me walking sore and full of him. “From today you’re on a schedule,” Dominic said. “A soon-to-be-wife schedule.”

Later, he dragged me down to the gym.

The gym was a private floor in the building with glass and machines that looked like they’d never met sweat before me. He put me on a treadmill and stood where he could see my face and I said, “I don’t work out for men who keep me.”

“You work out so you can keep up,” he said. “Forty minutes. Don’t drop the pace to spite me.”

“What happens if I do?”

“You find out at lunch.”

I dropped the pace at minute twenty because I wanted to see if the threat held up. He didn’t raise his voice. He just reached over and stopped the machine and said, “Shoes off. Office. Now.”

“It’s not one o’clock.”

“It is now,” he said. “You broke the morning. We don’t wait for the calendar to catch up.”

His office was high and quiet and the desk was a dark slab of wood that looked like it had never been used for anything but contracts. He shut the door and locked it and I stood there in gym clothes with my pulse still high and I said, “You can’t punish me for walking slower on a treadmill.”

“I can,” he said. “Hands on the desk.”

“Dominic.”

“Try again.”

I swallowed. “Sir. This is insane. People work on the other side of that glass.”

“The glass is one way and the door’s locked,” he said. “Hands on the desk. Bend.”

I put my hands on the wood because he was already behind me and his palm between my shoulder blades pressed me down until my cheek was near a stack of papers and my ass was in the air. He dragged my shorts and underwear down in one pull and the air hit me and I said, “Wait.”

“You waited through breakfast. You waited through twenty minutes of obedience and then you chose to break it,” he said. “I paid for your family’s name, Bella. I paid so the men your father owed would stop circling what was left of you. You don’t get to treat the schedule like a suggestion.”

“That’s not a reason to fuck me over a desk.”

“It’s the only reason I need today,” he said, and I heard his belt and then he was pushing into me in one hard thrust and I cried out because I was still sore from last night and he didn’t care. He filled me to the hilt and held there with his hand in my hair. “Feel that? That’s the reminder. You eat when I say. You train when I say. You sit in this office at lunch. You’re in my bed at eleven. Say it.”

“I heard you.”

He pulled out and slammed back in and the desk jerked and papers slid. “Say the schedule.”

“Breakfast at eight,” I gasped. “Gym at nine. Lunch here. Bed at eleven. Sir. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please not so hard. I’m still aching from last night.”

“Good,” he said, and he started fucking me in earnest, the wet slap of it loud in the expensive quiet. “Ache means you remember. Who paid for your name?”

“You did.”

“Louder.”

“You did,” I said, moaning into the wood. “You paid. You bought the debt. You bought me. I get it.”

“You don’t get it yet,” he said. “If you did you wouldn’t have slowed that machine to pick a fight.” He hooked an arm under my hips and changed the angle and I saw spots because he was hitting that place that made my knees buckle.

“You’re going to cream on this desk. You’re going to leave a mark on wood that costs more than the apartment you came from. And you’re going to thank me for the schedule when I’m done.”

“I won’t thank you.”

He reached around and found my clit and rubbed in tight mean circles while he pounded into me and my mouth fell open and I was moaning without shame now, loud enough that I would’ve died if the door was thin. “You will,” he said.

“I was trying to break it,” I admitted. “I wanted to see what you’d do.”

“Now you know,” he said. “I bend you over and I fuck the shit out of you. Cum.”

“I can’t just cum because you say so.”

“You can,” he said, and he snapped his hips harder and pinched my clit. I broke with a cry, clenching around him, creaming down my thighs and onto the edge of the desk just like he promised. He didn’t stop. He fucked me through it until I was whimpering and trying to crawl forward but he dragged me back onto him.

“Lunch isn’t over,” he said. “You come to this office at one every day. If you’re late I’ll have you like this before the food even hits the table. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Who paid for your family’s name?”

“You,” I moaned. “You paid. Dominic, sir, you paid.”

He groaned and slammed deep and came in me with his forehead against my spine, filling me while I was still twitching, and he stayed there a moment with his breath hot on my neck. “Eleven o’clock,” he said quietly. “Not eleven ten. Not after you wander the penthouse looking for a door that opens. In bed.”

“And if I’m not tired?”

“Then I’ll tire you,” he said, and he pulled out slow and I felt him leak down my thigh. He fixed my shorts like he hadn’t just wrecked me over contracts and he turned me around and thumbed a smear of mascara from under my eye.

I sat in the chair opposite his desk on shaky legs and there was already food.

“Eight tomorrow,” he said. “Don’t be late. I like starting the day with you at my table before I have to remind you who paid.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, and it came out tired and sore and still a little defiant, which he heard, because his mouth almost curved.

“Good,” he said. “Keep a little of that. It makes the desk more interesting.”