Free Dangerous Obsessions by Kira Matthison

- Dominick -
     
    I stared at the words on my screen, trying to assess the report for a solid fifteen minutes before giving up. I had read the words ten times, and I couldn’t remember a single one of them. With a groan, I dropped my head into my hands and clenched my fingers against my skull. I wasn’t one to give up easily, but I knew I was not going to get a single thing done while she was somewhere in the same damned building.
    Catriona Wright. I mouthed the name silently. Catriona. A woman who should know by now that she was mine, but who was no doubt flaunting herself in another one of those tight skirts that showed off her perfectly ass, and with her round tits bouncing with every step. The thought of them, creamy, filling my hands, was enough to make me groan aloud again.
    “Mr. Ellison?” The door opened and Sarah stuck her head into the office. “Are you all right?”
    “Yes.” I knew my voice came out as a growl and made an attempt to soften it. “Thank you, Sarah.”
    “Can I get you anything?” The words were awkward, and she flushed as she said them. Sarah was an absolute innocent. There was nothing corruptible about her at all. Even she, however, could sense the energy in the room, and she was clearly regretting her offer.
    “You know, some coffee would be wonderful.” I kept my voice level.
    “Right. Of course.” She almost ran in an effort to get out of the room and I tipped my head back with a rueful smile. I smiled when she placed the coffee in front of me. “That’ll be all, Sarah, thank you.”
    She whisked away with a blush and I drummed my fingers on the arm of the chair as I considered my options. I could go into the financial district, out to a bar, and find one of the thousands of willing women who would go home with me, no questions asked. I could slake my lust in an unfamiliar body and send her home, preferably without ever knowing her name. It was the smart option; it was what I had done for years. Handcuffs, blindfolds, whips… I stood and strolled to the window. Whatever I wanted, there was a woman out there who would do what I asked, and not ask any questions of her own. And until now, that had been enough. I let my forehead rest against the cool glass, feeling my hands clench in my pockets.
    Catriona.
    I returned to my desk and typed out an email, brusque and impersonal: Come to my office. A command. Let her try to refuse; I almost hoped she did. It would be unwise to storm down to whatever floor PR was on and bend her over a desk in front of everyone, but it was just about all I could think of doing. My cock was rock hard and I dug my nails into my palm to keep myself from making a sound.
    Ten minutes. She had ten minutes, and then I was going down there to find her.

- Catriona -
     
    Come to my office. That was it. He didn’t use my name—though I supposed, he must have had to remember it, in order to email me—and he didn’t waste his time with words like ‘please.’ I felt a surge of something that might have been anger and might have been desire. I wasn’t sure anymore. Thinking of Dominick made my breath come short, and the pound of my heart seemed to make it impossible for me to tell just what I thought of him. I took a deep breath and scanned the email again.
    Come to my office.
    Same as the first time. What, did I think I was going to find a hidden message in there? If I rearranged the letters enough times, would it come out to a confession that he was engaging in forbidden human testing?
    It was never going to be that easy. I dropped my head into her hands with a sigh, and a few seconds later gave a whimper of protest as another stack of paperwork thumped down on the desk beside of me. I tried to refrain from saying something regrettable. I had only barely finished the first stack by the time the second came along, and I’d been five requests behind by the time the third set came in. This was the fourth set, I was not even halfway through the third, and I