DOMINATE ME

CHLOE DUARTE

Colucci Enterprises...welcome to one of the most influential companies in all of New York.

A huge building covered in glass, a real skyscraper standing out among the other buildings that do not even reach your feet, marked with the name of its founder in capital letters, a giant sign hanging in front of the building itself. Colucci Companies.

This is my dream! Since the end of my studies, I have always dreamed of joining such a company, I am happy and proud of myself for having managed to get here.

Everything here reminds you that you are part of something great and at the same time a life given to work.

I accepted the job as a communication assistant a few months ago, I work together with Matt because we have common tastes we get along since my first day here, I love him, it's not just a simple co-worker that I'm forced to endure, but Matt became my best friend.

By our total luck, we are under the same direction as our manager who we soon call Don Juan, Adam Smith. The reason for the childish and ridiculous nickname is that Adam is a man who likes to collect girls, that is, he uses his gifts to conquer any woman who inhabits this company, of course, he doesn't have to try very hard, since his beauty and wealth already make many women fall at his feet.

Which, oddly enough, is not the case with me and Sam, the downstairs receptionist who accidentally dropped a hot cup of coffee on her perfect white blouse on my first day, obviously intimidated by my stupidity, but at noon we were together having lunch at a restaurant that Samantha introduced me to. In other words, we also become friends and are attached, just like Matt.

I love my job, and I love it even more for working at the Company I've always dreamed of, but I'm hating and cursing the CEO and our manager right now.

The reason? The reason is that we were forced to attend a celebration of the anniversary of the Company, yes, we were practically forced to come to a celebration that occupied two floors with the festivities.

I'm exhausted, half dizzy from countless glasses of champagne and my heels are killing me, we had to attend or if we were the courage to counter our superior, we ran the great risk of getting a foot in the ass, as in any job: The door to the street is always open.

"What's up? What do you think of Stars?", I'm taken from my thoughts to hear Samantha's cheerful voice beside us.

"Now? It's 11:30 at night, Sam, I'm tired and my feet are sore, not to mention that I drank too many glasses of champagne...", I grumble without wanting to go to a club if I finish dancing.

"Is that it? Come on! I also exaggerated the expensive champagne, but I need to dance to make up for the hours I spent at this bland party!", She retorts without waiting for an answer from me, just moving away enough to raise her arms to get a taxi.

Snitch listening to Matt's unmistakable laugh beside me, I turn to watch my friend stare at me shaking his head.

"You know there's no point in saying back princess, Sam always gets what he wants", Louder snorting as a taxi approaches.

"Come on! Stop being lazy and bring these asses here!", nods gets in the car, and without waiting for another command, Matt follows her to get in the car.

I'm about to do the same when I freeze in place, remembering that I'm forgetting something important.

My purse!

"Wait, damn it! I think I forgot my bag upstairs!", I grumble loudly seeing that they snort and get out of the car.

"Look at that mouth, princess!", Matt scolds me with a singing smile, I roll my eyes showing my tongue which makes an audible laugh slip from his lips.

"Go there! We wait here!", she snorts dismissing the taxi driver who curses us before starting the vehicle.

I wave and with quick steps I go back to the hall of the Company, but soon I am barred by one of the security guards of the Company, I raise my head and face the big guy with triple my height.

"Excuse me, I need to go in, I forgot my bag inside!"

"I'm sorry, miss, it's closed, no one comes in and no one goes out!", I groan and control myself not to snitch.

He's doubting me, thinks I'm not part of this company's team, I remember I could easily rub my badge on his face, but I also remember that the bastard is inside the bag.

"Please, I work here and..."

"Any trouble Miss Duarte?", A relief takes me when I turn around finding Jack Michael coming out of the Company and coming to us.

"Thank God you showed up, I ended up forgetting my bag inside the Company."

Jack Michael is a young and charming man, I am surprised that at his age he has a position with so much responsibility since he is the head of my manager and the right arm of the CEO amazingly, I have never seen him since the months I work here.

Matt and Samantha have also never seen him, they say he is too reserved a man, but I find it a great relief that I never had the misfortune to find the boss himself in front of me.

Just a look and a nod from Jack towards the security guard makes him move to the side releasing my pass, controlling a smile when facing the security guard's face.

"Thank you, Mr. Michael!", he nods with a smile fixing his glasses before saying goodbye.

I do not waste any more time, I pass through the glass doors of the Company and move quickly to the elevator, and while I wait the blessed descend on me I begin to search the cell phone, It's kind of funny, I'm irresponsible enough to forget my purse with my wallet and important documents, but I never forget the damn phone, it seems like it's a part of me.

Listening to the sound of the heavy elevator doors opening in front of me, I enter and press the button on my floor and without removing my eyes from the phone, I lean against a wall entering one of my social networks.

Dragging my finger across the screen of the device, I am flooded by a crowd of photos, but one catches my attention, is a photo of Daniel, my ex-boyfriend kissing the pregnant belly of a model who married.

They are happy, I enter his profile seeing that most of the images are of the couple, laughing, kissing, and a multitude of poses and photos. He's moved on, I don't want their unhappiness, and I'm glad he found the right person.

I like the freedom of my single life, but sometimes I feel completely alone and lonely as if I needed a person to love and dedicated all his love to me.

I remove my eyes from the photos seeing that the elevator stops on one floor, fixed the look on the panel seeing that it is not my floor, then there is someone else here still, I feel even relieved not to be alone in this Company at night, where only the gloom and the lampposts outside illuminate the empty environment.

I turn my attention to turn off the phone, but out of the corner of my eye I can see a person joining me inside the elevator, an unmistakable smell of a masculine and woody perfume reaches my nostrils, it inspires the aroma and smell noting that it is a very expensive cologne.

CHLOE DUARTE

With curiosity a thousand, down the cell phone ready to find out who is the owner of the delicious perfume when the elevator doors close, a strange noise and the sound of the engine silencing are heard, and then total darkness fills the entire space.

A complete silence reigns in the dark, still not sure what is happening just take a deep breath having only the dim light of the phone illuminating my face.

Oh, shit! Oh, shit!

I bite my lower lip hard to contain a hairy curse word aloud when my phone battery runs low and soon also abandons me.

OMG! Total darkness!

"Oh, that can't be happening, no!"

Relax, it's what I need right now since I'm stuck in an elevator in the dark, and to make matters worse, I'm pretty sure there's probably only the two of us in this damn building.

Trying not to panic locked in here, start a controlled breathing sequence, come on Chloe! Stay calm, you can do it!

For starters, I shouldn't have come, but it was mandatory, so I stop controlling myself and open my mouth to desecrate my fucking manager and CEO who planned this fucking party.

Okay, I have a share of the blame in this appalling situation, but I don't want to blame myself or I will freak out.

"CEO motherfucker, is rotten and rich and does not fix this elevator drug!", growling and feeling the sweat dominating my body quickly.

I hear a laugh coming from the unknown, and soon realize my failure, do not know who this man is, maybe he tells me that I've been cursing and speaking ill of the boss to Adam and I'm sure that the CEO will fire me.

"You...", before I can pronounce another word I hear sounds of movement nearby, I jump when I feel a big hand surrounds my waist.

It is hot!

A strong discharge of energy goes through and radiates throughout my body, I shiver all over feeling its possessive grip on my skin over the thin dress I wear.

"What are you..."

"Shiiii"

Trembling frightened at the sudden approach he loosens the grip of his hand but remains very close to me.

I keep completely silent, just feeling his warm breath of such unknown, for long and entire seconds he tries nothing, just keeps holding me close to his body, as if waiting for my approval to continue.

Realizing that I do not push him away or deny it, in the darkness I feel him caress my face with the back of his hand, a firm touch, but delicate and desirous.

My breathing slows down, getting shorter and shorter, I bite my lips feeling the effect that only your hands can cause me. It is strange, it is unknown and maybe even forbidden, but I do not walk away, I do not want to walk away, I want more!

Is that crazy of me? Maybe, I'm so crazy as to let a stranger keep doing this to me, inside the company and stuck in the elevator.

The fear I felt of maybe the elevator could fall if it was giving way to a new sensation for me, the adrenaline runs loose in my veins and I'm getting addicted to it.

I don't know why, but he seems like the kind of man every woman should avoid, but I don't know what's happening to me, I can't help it.

I gasp when I'm pushed against the icy wall of the elevator over the exposed skin of my back by the low-cut dress, and without wasting time, I feel her hand venture in a sexy way into the curve of my hip, while her firm and covered breastplate sticks against mine, leaving me stuck between him and the cold wall, even not being able to see, I realize that he put one of his hands next to my face and against the elevator, leaving me no escape.

I feel my legs falter when I feel your other hand go down my hip to the beginning of my ass.

My God! What man is that? That leaves me surrendered with only touches and sensations that he causes me, without at least telling me a single word.

An unexpected groan flees from my lips as I feel its crushing mine with sheer determination, as if ready to devour me at any moment.

Jesus, what am I doing? As if the reason were to come back to me, I gather forces against pure temptation and flatten my hands against his pectoral and push him.

Disgrace! My conscience asks me to run away from this man, but my traitorous body wants to do the contrary, he wants to venture out and plunge headlong into the forbidden.

I do not push him away again when his mouth kisses me again, I get dizzy, completely dizzy, feeling a nibble on my lower lip, and groan against his lips searching for more, he seems to get the message when he smiles against my mouth before contouring my lips with his tongue before sticking it into my mouth, where our tongues join and duel against each other.

My body is boiling, pleading for more of this mysterious man.

Intoxicated and intoxicated by all her being, I drop the cell phone listening to the muffled sound of the device falling at our feet.

Should I be doing what I'm doing?

Even in the dark, I notice her defined waist covered by clothes when I take courage and slide my hands through her body, climb through her belly feeling the fabric of a long coat and a button, feeling the attitude taking over me, Release the single button just listening to the fabric slip and fall to the floor.

A long sigh of surprise and a shiver escapes him as my adventurous hands caress his pectoral pulling his social shirt, willing to more than continue, he touches my skin under the evening dress. Trapped inside the elevator, we hear nothing more than our breaths and impatient groans.

God, damn it!

I'm not that kind of woman, this kind of thing has never happened to me before, never in my whole life have I fucked or made some hot and daring make-out with a stranger or stranger on the first date. I'm the cautious type, I prefer to know the person well before starting a new relationship, and I like to be prepared, but I still do not know the reason for this discovery that I'm living right here.

As if everything was part of a dream of bad taste, the engines return to work as magic, and the elevator light quickly returns in a flash that forces me to close my eyes due to sudden clarity.

Still, with my eyes closed and contracted, I get scared when my mysterious partner's hands surround me and grab me firmly, in a position that prevents me from seeing his curious face.

Still not understanding very well what just happened inside, I blink my eyes several times until I get completely used to the light, panting and half lost I notice that my hand is still flat on his firm chest.

"You're going down on this floor...and this is going to be our secret, understood?", I'm surprised by your powerful voice.

"But, who are you?", I ask feeling my breath slowly normalize, with his face glued to his chest, I realize that he smiles.

"I'm sorry, but you won't know who I am..."

That's it! He's playing with me like it's a fucking game piece that he can move and manipulate, use when it's convenient for him, easy prey in the clutches of a voracious hunter.

But his phrase does not cause the expected effect on me, does not leave me shaken or nervous, it is quite the contrary, it just stirs my curiosity and increases my temptation to turn off my rational side and grab it inside here again.

CHLOE DUARTE

I get off the elevator with my cell phone in my hand and without looking back, I do not know where I am anymore, I am lost and stunned.

Did this happen?

I know it's a childish attitude, but I even pinch my arm to see that everything was very real, for a moment I think about what could have happened if the elevator did not work again at that moment, would I be so crazy as to have sex with a stranger in a Company elevator in the middle of the night?

I turn around and wait for the elevator again, when I enter this time there is no mysterious man, just me and my unanswered questions, I climb to my floor and finally find my bag in a corner.

When I get to the ground floor, I close my eyes and take a deep breath feeling the fresh night air caressing my face, at least I hope my face is not all red...

I walk a few meters seeing my friends leaning against a wall of the building, Sam is with his arms crossed around his body, while Matt fights or argues with someone on the phone, when my friend's blue eyes meet me I see him rush to call another taxi.

"Wow, you took your time! Were you making out with some guy in the elevator, or what?", Matt says grinning after finishing the call.

God, damn it!

Matt and his exaggerated sense of humor, but at least this time he got it right.

This mysterious man seems to have come out of a book of erotic romance, because I never imagined that this could happen to me or another woman in the world, thought that a situation like this only existed in novels and romantic books, but I see that the impossible is very capable of becoming completely possible for anyone, let alone when you expect it.

Still looking at my friends without being able to say a word, I see Sam uncross his arms still staring at me.

"You guys are too quiet, did something happen? Did you see an evil wolf, Red?", A little smile appears in his mouth making me blush with shame.

I turn my face not to embarrass my reaction since it would not be a good idea to tell my friends that I lived a crazy and exciting experience with a stranger inside the elevator while they waited patiently for me outside.

"Let's stop talking, let's do this?", I decide to change the subject immediately,

Our friend puts his hand on my heart as if disappointed with my sudden change of subject, I make a face and walk away a few steps to understand that I want to leave here soon.

"Okay, let's go! Let's enjoy a party as it should!", to my happiness, she falls into mine and forgets the previous subject.

Thank God for the...

In a few seconds, a new taxi appears, and a laugh escapes me when our friend enters the car giving a little shake nothing subtle, Matt follows her with a smile on her face, but doubt prevents me from doing the same as them.

Wow! I haven't had the time or opportunity to see the face of the mysterious, but what if it's a co-worker?

The heartbeat accelerates quickly leaving me totally in shock, watching my expression, Matt asks me if I'm okay, but I can only agree with the head and then I get into the taxi.

To my happiness and unhappiness, several weeks have passed since the exciting event inside the elevator and the Company's birthday party, the normal days have returned, and the teams have returned to their activities quickly.

And as always, I'm at my desk at work which makes a boundary with Matt's, we're working on a project that Adam, our manager passed us earlier this week.

"Matt, I love you, but sometimes it's more than necessary to be silent while your colleague is focused on work.", I say snorting to hear your singing by my side.

"I know that, but I can't help it, princess!"

"So, speed it up, because if you don't finish this image before our shift ends, I swear you'll regret it!", I threaten in a playful tone.

"Hmmm, this seems very interesting to me, you, and I alone in these dark rooms, the excitement caused by the forbidden, my fertile mind has some ideas in mind that..."

"You should propose this to Camily, I'm sure she would accept it immediately.", I say referring to the human resources manager.

A despicable little woman who started picking on me from day one, a complete fake who hates her with all my strength and who is very apparent in the passion she feels for Adam, but sometimes she is content to hit on Matt in a very subtle way.

I do not blame the cow, since my friend is beautiful to die for, a bad-boy vibe makes women crazy.

"Trust me, she'd love to throw those silicone boobs in your face!", Mocking with a smile.

"It may be... but...no. I'm afraid of suffocating."

An uncontrolled laugh comes out of me, calling and attracting several looks from our other colleagues who must think we are crazy, but Matt is right, Camily is very gifted. Congratulations to her plastic surgeon.

"Our princess, you are very mean to me...", he says putting his hand on his chest with a dramatic expression on his brown face.

The face with a would face that makes him laugh before returning to face his computer still with a stupid smile on his mouth.

This is my routine working with Matt, the advantage is that I'm never down, he always finds a way to cheer me up with his antics.

At noon we are tired of getting our eyes glued to the screen of our computers, so we met Sam for lunch at one of our favorite Italian restaurants near work.

"Wow, my day was full! I'm finished!", Sam comments with a tired expression.

Samanta works as a secretary in the reception of the building, sometimes I wonder how she can meet that huge crowd that does not stop parading around the building daily.

"But at least, you don't have a disturbing being who has to endure every single day...", I say looking at Matt and listening to Sam's laugh.

"Each one with their problems, but their problem there at least is beautiful!", she chews pointing with a fork in the direction of Matt who blinks grateful.

"Do you still practice pole dancing in that studio?", I ask taking a sip of my natural juice.

"Yes, that's my refuge! In pole dance classes I forget that I must deal with executives stressed daily".

The waiter interrupts us to pick up our dishes and take our dessert order.

"You know, the rumors about Camily are getting bigger and bigger.", my friend says rolling her eyes.

Yeah, Sam hates the human resources cow, too, so we're a team against Camily Sparke.

With a twinkle in my eyes, I lean towards Sam when I hear the cow's name, when it comes to speaking ill of that woman, I'm always willing.

"Looks like Adam's pretty tense, huh?", she comments.

I confess that I never understood the relationship between these two, I have seen Adam being kind and other times being cold and insensitive to her.

And to our misfortune, when Adam is being cold to her, the consequences fall on us, as the cow discourses her moodiness on the poor employees of the Company.

"Last week I saw them leaving the elevator in stride, Camily was almost yelling at him, and I can't tell you how the visitors were!", she tells.

"I hate this woman, she teases me without me doing anything.", I tell rolling my eyes.

"Anyway, Adam's patience is impressive!", I agree with my friend.

Every time she insists on filling my patience, I have a lot of desire to return at the same time, but I control myself because the cow has a lot of influence and could use to fire me in seconds for having insulted her.

When the waiter comes back with our desserts with all dedication and care, I get thoughtful.

"You know, I've never heard rumors about Mr. Michel, it's funny as hell..."

"Some time ago I heard that he was gay, but soon these rumors disappeared quickly.", She responds by cutting a piece of her pie.

"People who have nothing to do, maybe he likes to keep his private life just for himself, he's very reserved, but that doesn't permit them to spread things like that around the company.", I say my opinion about Jake.

"Hmm, are you defending Jake, Chloe? Ah, I forgot that it was he who saved you before you ended up cursing the poor security guard on the day of that celebration...", Matt's comment makes me roll my eyes.

Of course, I find Jake very attractive since our ages seem to be very close, besides being charming he knows how to treat a woman well, the few times we came to talk I had the feeling that he was out of a period book because in addition to polite and kind his way of speaking resembles ancient times, which intensifies his charm to me.

"I'm just commenting on my opinion on the subject of Matt, of course, Jake is very beautiful, but it's just that, he's not my type...", I say and the memories of a few weeks ago come back quickly in my memory.

"And what is your type, princess?", Matt smiles leaning towards me, from the corner of his eye I realize that our friend's question also caught Sam's attention.

My kind of man? The same as the mystery guy in the elevator, but I can't tell them that way.

"I don't care much about looks, but I'm attracted to intense men with attitude and who enjoy a forbidden adventure, the dominant kind of man, but who knows perfectly well when to be romantic, the kind that makes you shudder with just a few touches, the guy who treats you like the only woman in his eyes, who constantly reminds you that you're exclusively his...", I get lost in words realizing that I described in detail the elevator guy.

I sigh and raise my head seeing that my friends are still looking at me, I blink a few times and start cutting the piece of my chocolate pie.

"What a detailed description, huh?", I don't answer when Sam says.

"I fit all those requirements, I'm sorry, but I can't have a real relationship, but if you want to try one night with your buddy here, you know where to find me, princess."

I feel my face blush when he blinks his brown eye at me.

"I like Jack too, he's got a nerdy face with those glasses, but I'm sure he's got something good under that expensive suit. Not to mention, that his function must have a lot of pressure, as he does not leave his cell phone...", I agree to close my eyes and savor the chocolate coating of my pie.

"But you know what they say about men who are too polite and too warm? They are very good in bed, and they know how to drive you crazy, I've had some experiences that prove it, quiet is the sauciest", and it doesn't end there:

"I met and went out with an IQ technician a long time ago and was surprised by the man's performance, I thought it would be super romantic, but the guy turned into someone else at that time, even slaps in the ass I took!", she counts on her eyes shining as she remembers the experience she had, a fit of loud laughter hits me as Matt coughs and spits out the water he was drinking.

At night when I finally get to my apartment, I throw my things on the coffee table and fall on the couch, with arms crossed and legs stretched.

"My God, what a day!"

I close my eyes for a few seconds when I hear a very characteristic noise...

It's my cat, Mia, who soon joins me on the couch, with a smile I take her in my arms and place her over my legs, caressing her soft and snow-white hair as her purr fills the room.

I make one last caress on her head and she soon jumps from my legs to lie on her bed on the floor, I take advantage and take my notebook, as every night I write a few chapters to a story I'm creating, is one of my passions after cooking, I created a few weeks ago when I lived that crazy experience in the elevator of the Company, it is a novel where the protagonist goes through something similar.

Similar no, identical my experience is the best to say, decide to write to people I've never met than tell my friends the stupid thing I did besides having been involved with some acquaintance or colleague, the fans that I earn more each day encourage me to continue with the daily chapters, that is, I'm writing about my life, but keep fictitious names in the story.

As I open and wait to load the comments from my last post, I leave the computer on the couch and get up to prepare something to eat.

For my total happiness and relief, my refrigerator is always full, in addition to writing I love cooking, I am a regular customer of the market, and I always buy everything.

I prepare pasta with cheese and other appetizers quickly, of course, Mia appears at my feet to steal some pieces that fall on the floor, while I wait to cool, I put fill your bowl with food and change your water again.

I leave her with her food, while I put mine on the plate and go back to the room, while I devour my meal, read the new comments with a proud smile on my face, create an account, and start writing on this site was one of the best things I've ever done, It's like I said, sometimes I feel alone in this city and these people who follow me decrease a little this loneliness I feel.

I am happy to know that my last published chapter has yielded many comments, people praising me and others wanting the next chapter, do not waste time, finish dinner and start today's chapter.

When I finish an hour and a half later, I post the new chapter wishing that tomorrow night has twice the votes and comments of the previous chapter.

I answer all comments and close the notebook exhausted, take a shower, put on my favorite pajamas SpongeBob, and brush my teeth before bed...

This morning I almost missed the time, I was so tired the night before that I ended up sleeping too much that I couldn't hear the cell phone waking up.

Desperate, I got ready at full speed, without the drug of time to elaborate on a more suitable hairstyle, I had to settle for a bun in my hair, I hate when I'm late, and it rarely happens to me.

Surrounded by the crowd, I give a quick nod to Sam at the reception who is trying to meet everyone, quickly enter the elevator and give a sigh of relief when I reach my desk.

But that relief doesn't last long because I run into Adam.

"Good morning, Chloe!"

"Hey, Adam, what's up?", Informal greeting, since that's what he asked for on my first day at work.

He waves opening a beautiful smile, I know what comes next when my manager opens that smile, he will give me a new project to work on.

"Can you take this folder to Jack?", he asks gesturing to a thick folder in his hands.

"I don't have time to play his secretary...", he ends up frowning.

I don't know what happens between Adam and Jack.

"Oh, yes!", I groan opening a smile.

I try not to twitch my forehead or widen my eyes when Adam puts his hand on my arm and says with green eyes fixed on me:

"Thank you, I knew I could count on you, Chloe!", he blinks one eye causing me a stun.

"But where is Mr. Michel's floor?", I ask to receive the folder.

"On the top floor."

"On Mr. Colucci's floor?", I ask with my voice failing to think about finding the boss and doing something stupid, as I always do in serious situations.