Warning: Hardcore action and smut on the way. Major kinkiness ahead. Okay, last chance to turn back. You've been warned. Please proceed with caution.

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A/N: I know a lot of you are sad that this is ending but I hope I've done it justice. I could have broken this into another chapter but that would have left a cliffhanger and I know we don't like that. lol. If you've enjoyed it, then my work is done. Remember I'm not good at endings so please, please…be kind to your writer. Lol. "ALWAYS APPRECIATE YOUR BETA'S", I know I do and I have been blessed with two great ones. (Wanda and Kelly) Thank you, Wanda, for your incredible hard work on this. I do appreciate you!

Lust Chapter 10

"Why should I give you another chance? What are you trying to prove and to whom?" She caught a look on his face, one she hasn't seen before. He moved fast, quicker than she imagined he could. His hands grabbed her waist and pulled her tight to mold their bodies together, his erection pressing against her ass.

"I'm tired of proving everything to everyone. I'm just taking what I want now."

"You had your chance as I've explained." She was almost panting now, as one hand squeezed her breast while his other one dropped to the hem of her skirt, lifting it slowly inch by inch. "We've been here before, Gil and let's be honest with ourselves, it wasn't productive enough." He laughed harshly in her ear.

"No, it wasn't, but that was the plan. For me to fail your little test so you can push me away like I did to you so long ago." He cupped her now wet sex. "I told you I was and am sorry. How much longer do I have to explain that to you?"

She was losing it. His fingers pushed against her outer lips harder, making her body move, as if on its very own, grinding against his cock. Dual pleasure, but so much pain wanting something that wasn't meant to be.

"I've been attracted to you for a long time, we tried and it didn't work out." Sara gasped, as he nibbled on her ear and worked down her neck.

"You assumed I was finished! You made it feel like I was in charge, but in reality, you were the one in charge and me…well I followed your lead like I've been doing most of my life." He bit down on the pulse in her neck and she moaned. "I'm done following people around and trying to please them. It's about time I did something for myself, don't you think?"

"Maybe that's been your problem, Gil. Thinking people want you to follow, when all they want is for you to be yourself and take charge for once." She knew as soon as she said those words; she had given away her desires and needs.

Gil lifted her body against his and moved several steps to her desk, dropping down in her comfortable large leather chair. His inner voice was rejoicing with excitement. This is what she truly wanted, to be dominated and thoroughly loved. He somehow turned her around and now had her lying across his lap.

Sara started to struggle, but his hand came down firmly on her butt. Her wiggling stopped. After several more spanks Sara did her best to look at him over her shoulder.

"Do you feel like a man now, Gil?" Sara growled and saw a smirk bless his soft lips.

"No, but I know it makes you hot and bothered."

He managed to lift her skirt and slip, tearing her underwear and baring her soft smooth skin to him. Sara forced herself not to squirm, but she wasn't the only one turned on. Gil's cock was hard and full, pushing into her side and pulsing harder each time his hand contacted with her now beat red ass.

Gil tightened his hold on her, knowing his next words would only infuriate her more.

"Not so bossy now, are you my dear?"

"How dare you! You forget who your boss is. Stop this right now, Gil." Sara tried her boss tone, but all he did was laugh.

"I dare a lot and if I'm not mistaken, work hours have been over for a while, Miss Sidle." He dropped his hand harder and he was thrilled by her unknowingly rising up to meet his hand. "As for you being my boss, that envelope contains my resignation. I am no longer under your employment."

He palmed her ass, pinching her reddened flesh, making her ache almost unbearable; she shivered on his lap.

"You want to be dominated by the man who fucks you, don't you? This is what you need, Sara, ache for and so desperately seek out in a lover?

Yes, it was. It's all she's ever wanted but she can't tell him that or she'll most likely lose any respect he has for her.

"No…" Sara whispered and gasped as his finger slipped into her with ease.

"Really? You could've fooled me, but seeing how wet and hot you are for me, Sara, I'd have to disagree with you."

"No…" she started, but when he added a second finger, she lost all train of thought. "Don't…" she moaned, but it meant nothing to either one of them.

"Do you really want me to stop, my dear?" Gil asked, as he pulled his fingers from her body. Sara felt empty, her breathing calmed down, her juices now running down her thighs, knowing he could see what he had done to her.

"Your body doesn't seem to have the same mind set as your head." His hand came down on her ass a few more times before standing up and laying her face down on her desk. Sara attempted to get up, but he held her in place. She was getting skittish now; anyone could walk in and see them at any moment. Her hands tried to pull down her skirt and slip, but when he started sucking on her neck and nipping; she stopped.

"I'm going to fuck you and for a change I'll take what I want, not what you tell me too." His voice was husky and he didn't care. This was about proving to Sara that he was all man and she was his. He dropped his hand between her thighs, pushing deeper into her until she moaned with pleasure and arched to meet his fingers with each stroke.

Sara was so embarrassed, but still hotter than she had ever been. She wanted more, wanted him to fill her, but wouldn't tell him. Her ass still stung from his spankings and wished the same sting was in other places.

Gil removed his fingers from inside Sara, and heard her let out a cry of disappointment. He fumbled with his belt and zipper. Gil was trying to open his pants, while holding back his need to fill her as quickly as possible. He freed himself quickly, and started to rub his member up and down, getting well lubricated with her juices.

Sara felt him rubbing her, stimulating her, and driving her crazy with the tip of his cock. She lifted her hips, having him fill her almost instantly, making her forget that she was supposed to be quiet; not letting him know what he was doing to her. She moved upwards to meet each of his thrusts.

No, this wouldn't happen. He was in charge this time…not her. He pulled out and brought his hand down hard on her ass, four times. He leaned over her and was close to her ear, while his hands grabbed and fondled her ass.

"I'll take you this way any time I want, whenever I want." He licked her neck where her pulse was strongest and felt her shiver. "You'll oblige me because it makes you hot and excited, and dripping with need." He bit down again as his hand came up and cupped her breast.

She didn't answer him, but felt him change positions, as the pressure on her back eased. When his tongue touched her thigh, Sara jerked and gripped her desk to keep herself from shaking with desire.

Gil stayed behind her and kept her bent over her desk. Sara was a sight to behold, if only he could keep her this way. Her skirt and slip bunched up around her waist, her underwear torn to shreds, her thighs and sex glistening with her juice. He would take long strokes with his tongue, then short, keeping her guessing what he was about to do next.

Sara was so tired of being in charge, first in the boardroom and mostly in the bedroom since she left Europe. Well no more! She wanted to let her hair down and just let go of all the responsibilities. This is what she wanted, a real man to dominate in the bedroom and to take what he wanted from her; without her having to explain in vivid detail what she expected.

He knew this is what she had been talking about, underlining her deepest and darkest desire; between each word spoken. Complaining about no one knowing her well enough to take that step, ensuring that she gets what her body and heart craves.

When his finger joined his tongue, she lost her fight with her emotions. A groan of pleasure erupted from her throat and he stopped. She was so close, so damn close and he stopped?

"What the hell?" She gasped, teetering on the edge; wanting nothing more but that last final touch to send her over.

"You'll come when I let you and not a minute sooner." He grasped her hair and turned her head around to face him. Her eyes were dark with desire and what he only assumed was love. "You are mine and mine only." She closed her eyes and tried to turn her head so he couldn't read the truth in her eyes. He knew she was avoiding his question, so he smacked her ass and pulled her hair a little more. "Say it!" His growl made her shiver.

Sara opened her eyes, looked directly into his and gasped at the emotions there. Desire, lust, and dare she wish it…love?

"Yes," She whispered so low he almost didn't hear her, but he did. "I'm yours." His mouth came down on hers hard, sure enough to bruise. His tongue pushed forcibly into her mouth, even though she would not deny him anything…ever again.

He had to keep his body under control. Hearing her confession set his heart into over drive. He pulled back from their kiss and whatever protest she was going to make died when he turned her around and placed her facing him on her desk.

Sara couldn't help but squeak when her tender ass touched the coolness of her wooden desk. Luckily for her it did ebb some pain but only stoked the fire waiting to engulf her more as she let her eyes take him in. He stood naked from the waist down, his hand stroking his erection, and his pants bunched up around his ankles. His face was covered in sweat; his eyes held a look that almost dared her to run away and the expression on his face told her he knew what she was thinking.

He watched her eyes finally take in his appearance. Her gaze lingered on his still painfully hard erection before looking him in the eyes. He could tell she was about to say some smart assed remark but decided to let her hang herself; it was Sara after all.

Sara should have kept her mouth shut, let him take control like she wanted, but being in control was what she was used to.

"If you're done now, Gil…" Sara's reply was breathless. She did her best to sound like a boss but, even to her ears, it sounded pathetic. She looked at him and noticed a devilish twinkle in his eyes.

"You don't think for a minute that I actually believe any of the words coming out of your mouth, do you?" When he laughed, it was like a sensual wave of warmth and affection flowed through her and she even jumped a little shocked by the tremor in her body. "You act all high and mighty, like nothing in the world can bring you down." He smiled at her. "I used to think that someone needed to bend you over their knees and give you a spanking, but now…" He stepped closer and ran a finger down her cheek. "I can see it would have only turned you on. This is what gets you off, isn't it my dear?"

She didn't want to answer him and didn't until his hold on her jaw increased slightly.

"I would advise you answer me, my dear." He didn't wait for it. He grabbed the front of her shirt and tore it open, yanking it down her arms. "I hate these new brassieres for women." He tried unclasping the hooks and couldn't. Not caring anymore, he tore it from her skin as well.

Sara was amused by his reaction towards her breasts. He bunched them together and started to suck, nip and fondle them with such determination. Her body was overheating with pleasure. She was squirming, trying to stop, but each proved only to make her burn deeper for him.

He listened to her breathing growing more rapid. She was getting close again and he pulled away.

"Don't stop." came Sara's whisper.

"Why should I continue?" Gil was baiting her and she knew it, but this time she didn't care. If it was more of a declaration he wanted…then by God he'd get it.

"Because you make me hot. Make me come again…please!" She begged for it and it gave him a small rush having her admit it.

"How?" His question wasn't unreasonable but caught her off guard.

"Any way you want." Her reply came without hesitation and total honesty.

In the next instant she was flat on her back, her legs over his shoulders and his hands groping her breasts. The head of his erection was at her opening and it was almost unbearable.

"Please, Gil, I'm so close." She whispered. He continued his slow, torturous strokes; making sure he did not penetrate her yet while bumping her clit each time.

"You'll come only when I want you to." He said with a growl, biting down on her nipple and thrusting forward; burring himself balls deep within her warmth.

Sara gasped and moaned as her orgasm rippled through her. Her muscles tightening around him automatically, desperately gripping on for dear life; afraid he might just pull out and be done with her.

He remained still. Afraid if he moved he'd lose it. God, she was so tight, hot and dripping wet for him; perfection. Her eyes opened, when she smiled lazily at him; he noted the sedated look and the glow to her skin that was remarkable. Watching her made him want to smile with satisfaction, but he didn't.

Sara knew he wasn't done yet. One look at his face and one would probably think he was in pain. Gil's skin had a fine layer of sweat and he was breathing hard. He was still hard as a rock and twitching, maybe waiting for her signal to continue? She moved her hips up, deepening his thrusts, thus making her moan with pleasure.

He was losing his control and very quickly at that. Grabbing her hips, harder than he normally would, he continued to pound into her core, still feeling her muscles quiver around him.

"That's it my dear, make me come." His hoarse voice sent Sara into spasms. Her hands touched everywhere she could reach, seeing how she hasn't touched him at all and figured this was his way of giving her the permission she needed.

He marveled in the way her hands flew around his body. When she cupped his balls, he came with a loud roar, his release instantly easing his fit and he gave several more strokes before he finally dropped onto her chest; in exhaustion.

They lay there quietly, their bodies covered with sweat and other bodily fluids, clothes ripped and her desk, with paper work on it, all in shambles. Gil rose on his elbows and looked at her.

"Why could you have not said what you wanted?" She blinked and a small smile graced her lips.

"Now where would be the fun in me telling you what I wanted? It wouldn't have been the same if I told you what I needed." Softly spoken, yet loudly heard by his ears. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Definitely, easier, but our little journey has been quiet a memorable one at that." His finger traced her jaw and rubbed her cheek. "So, my dear, where do we go from here?"

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and hugged him to her.

"Well…we go home and get cleaned up. Then we go out for dinner at a nice restaurant because I think we've worked up a healthy appetite." She touched his brow.

"What else did you learn while away from home?"

"Only time will tell, Gil."

"I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't pushed you away in the garden that day. If we were caught by…?" She placed her finger on his lips.

"We'll never know and there's no sense in dwelling on the past now." She removed her finger and kissed his lips softly. "All I do know is your rejection triggered something inside me, my appetite for lust and dominance, and of course now that I have you… you'll have to satisfy it and me."

"I will surely do my best." He kissed her nose.

"I'm sure you'll do better." Sara squeezed his ass and laughed when he gave a little jerk. He stood reluctantly and offered her his hand. She accepted it and he turned her, looking for the remaining clothing.

"How red is my ass?" She asked bending over to grab her pumps that fell off.

"Not red enough." He whispered in her ear, after standing back up. He pushed her thighs wider for his viewing and administrations.

Oh, yes. This was a start to a beautiful relationship, indeed.

The End.

A/N: Again, I hope you have enjoyed reading it as I have writing it. I do have a problem with ending but like I said it is a happy one, right? Thank you all (readers, reviewers, beta's and other writers) and you are appreciated. I hope you all enjoy your weekend.