Title: Contractual Obligations

Author: Desi (SunflowersAndHoney)

Rating: M+

Summary: AU. He just needs one night with her. That should get her out of his system. THE ORIGINAL CONCEPT of Toretto Enterprises, INC. Completely different.

A/N: This was what Toretto Enterprises, INC was supposed to be. Obviously it's a completely different story now but I've decided to post it here. Originally, I was against posting it here due to its incredibly taboo sexual content. So, my account gets deleted for this... I'll be pissed.

Part I

Letty Ortiz looked at her watch and groaned. "Fuck me sideways." She was late.

And her boss did not do late.

She typed in the four digit code and in an instant, she was sailing upwards to the penthouse of the Oviatt Building. He would surely be waiting for her, and that did not please him. Dominic Toretto wasn't known for his patience. He was a busy, important man and while she was generally a punctual person, he did not approve of excuses; no matter how valid they were.

The elevator stopped at last and dinged her arrival. What she tripped over, she had no idea, but it sent the three folders in her hand, scattering forward onto the floor of his enormous foyer. Today was just not her day.

Thankfully there was no sign of him, so she inched her glasses up onto her nose, gave a distressed push of her hair back and hurriedly picked up the paperwork.

"Leticia Ortiz?"

Her head snapped up and she came face to face with a tall, muscular man. He crossed his arms and waited with a quirked eyebrow as she rose to her feet, pushing her hair back again and clutching the folders to her chest. "Yes, no. I mean, I am, but just Letty is fine."

Chill out, spaz, she inwardly scolded herself.

The man appraised her for a few silent moments before he held a hand out. "Luke Hobbs. Come this way."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Leticia thanked whatever deity was listening. There was no way she would have found her way in this giant art gallery that her boss called a home. Luke led her through the foyer, down a long, dimly lit hallway to a large den that her boss had made an at-home office. There was no light save for the dim sconces on the wainscoted red oak walls and the crackling fireplace. An enormous Persian rug took up most of the floor to her right. Couches lined the edge of the tapestry, separated by a marble coffee table.

To her left, there was a wooden desk that was no doubt antique. Her boss had an eye for "trinkets with hidden beauty", or so he'd told her once. Beside it, a rolling scotch bar boasted a beautiful crystal tumbler and decanter set just centimeters from a silver monogrammed ice bucket. The walls that didn't hold a painting were lined with a floor to ceiling bookshelf that was home to books on all different topics. Looking closer, it appeared that some were even first editions.

"Wait here," commanded Hobbs, "Mr. Toretto will be with you in a moment."

Letty nodded and made her way to the ivory loveseat. She sat down, sliding the folders onto the table in front of her.

It was strange being in her boss' home. She'd been working for him for the past year-and-a-half and he had yet to invite her to his secret lair. At least that's what the girls liked to call it around the water cooler at work. Letty had to give it to him, the man was private, bordering on Bat-Cave secret. And he was intense, everything he did or said was with so much passion, it was almost hard not to get wrapped up in the idea that he'd make an amazing lover.

And good god if he wasn't handsome. Tall, well-built, and Letty was the one who scheduled his gym workouts, so she knew he was fit underneath all of those suits and ties he wore. Not to mention his tanned skin and deep, gravely voice. When he demanded for her to hold his calls or send an email, it almost sounded like an invitation to sit on his face.

Curiosity got the better of her and so she stood from her seat and made her way to his bookshelf. She skimmed a few titles, literary classics mostly, before she got to the second shelf from the bottom. That was where it got interesting. The kama sutra was the first book to stand out, apart from a trilogy based around erotica. The Entire BDSM Cookbook made her eyebrows raise. The man really was secretive.

"Leticia, you're here."

Her eyes widened and she quickly stood to her full height. Spinning around, her breath caught in her throat at how close he was. His dark eyes twinkled with an unnamed emotion; amusement perhaps? He stalked towards her, his hands in the pockets of his dark blue pants.

"Have you found a favorite yet?" Yes, he was definitely amused.

"Uh," for lack of anything else to do, Letty shifted her glasses again, "no, not yet sir."

His lips twitched in some semblance of a smile and he past her to stop at his Scotch bar. "Would you care for a drink?"

"No, thank you."

"You'll have one." Dominic amended for her, as he began to pour the amber liquid into two crystal tumblers.

He was also frustrating, and so goddamned controlling. No matter what decision Letty made, he would either approve it or override it. Really she didn't see why he kept her around if he was going to do that. But, it was good money, and she was starting her final semester at USC and books were not cheap.

"Really, Mr. Toretto, I have to drive back home."

He pushed the crystal into her hand with a smirk on her face. "Oh come on, you're young. Why not live a little?"

"That's what I'm trying to do. Drinking and driving isn't the way to do it." She sat the tumbler back on the cart. His eyebrows rose and he chuckled.

He liked her. She was saucy, and while she defied his orders most days, he found that that turned him on. There were very few people around him that didn't jump at the chance to do what he said.

Suddenly his face became serious and his eyes blazed. "You were late, Leticia."

Ugh, did he have to call her that? No one called her that save for her mother. "Why don't you call me Letty? I hate Leticia."

"It's your name." His smirk returned. "One that you're not living up to."

"What?"

The CEO in front of just cocked his head to the side, not bothering to answer her. Looking like he was enjoying a private joke, Dominic just watched her face. And then his eyes drifted down past her black tank top and dark gray skinny jeans to her combat boots and back up.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she suddenly felt exposed. "I ran into some really shitty traffic because, duh, LA."

An eyebrow quirked upwards briefly as his brown eyes found hers. Letty tried to meet his challenging gaze with one of her own before she cleared her throat and looked away.

"I, uh, brought the folders you asked me to. They're on the coffee table."

Without a word of thanks, her boss sauntered to the table to retrieve the folders and he sat down on one of the couches. Left ankle slipped over his right knee and he opened one.

"I'll need you to stay and help me go over the Owen Shaw account tonight."

"But-." She wanted to shout that she had plans. He always did this to her. But he just pinned her with those smoldering eyes and her stupid heart would race and her stupid knees would go weak. Next thing Letty knew, it would be way past midnight.

"I hope you didn't have other plans?" Dominic said over his shoulder. That was a lie. He hoped like hell that she had plans, good ones, and that she would choose his company over whatever loser she told she'd hang with. An unwelcome pang of jealousy shot through him, but he quickly managed to snuff it down.

Letty sighed, a resigned sound. "No, well, yes, but no. I guess not anymore."

"Good girl."

As per usual, it was well past midnight and Dominic had somehow managed to get two glasses of Scotch down Leticia's throat. As he went to refill both of their tumblers, he turned back to Letty.

Christ, he mused.

She was stretching, her loose tank riding up to reveal the tanned skin of her firm stomach. She released her dark tresses only to pull them back up into a tighter bun. His cock hardened. The girl was gorgeous, he'd give her that. But more than that, the past few months, he dreamed of her. Dangerous dreams of being buried so deep inside of her taut little body that he didn't know where he ended and she began.

"Mr. Toretto, it's late, I think I should get going." She softly suggested. The brunette reached into the messenger bag that held all the tools to both his world and hers, and pulled out a stick of gum. She popped it into her mouth and then stretched her neck, rubbing either side. Her eyes closed for a short instant and Dominic noticed that in that moment, she looked at peace. For a brief second, he wondered if she looked that tranquil when she was sleeping. He quickly snapped out of those thoughts.

Returning to the couch opposite her, he rested his arms along the back of it and simply gazed at her. Her chest was flushed and he wasn't sure if it was from the fireplace, the alcohol or... him.

Long, intense moments of silence followed as they stared each other down. Letty's chest rose and fell quicker than necessary for resting pulse, and she crossed her legs tightly. Dominic grinned his secret grin and stood from the couch, undoing his tie as he went.

"I have a proposal for you." Dominic offered, rounding the coffee table. "And if you don't like it, feel free to leave and I'll see you bright and early Monday morning."

"Okay." She practically breathed the words out as her eyes followed his every movement. Dominic moved slowly, deliberately, she noticed, like a big cat ready to pounce. He circled the couch on which she sat and stood behind her, leaning down until she felt his cooling breath on the back of her hot neck.

"Tonight, just this once, let me have you." He murmured into her ear.

She couldn't stop gush of cream in her panties or the chills that ran down her spine even if she wanted to. "W-what?"

"Let me have you, Leticia. I need to have you." His deft fingers fisted the loose bun atop her head, gripping firmly, and he pulled her head to the side, opening her neck up to him. Her quickened breaths were now audible as she tried with all of her might to fight the attraction she felt for him.

"Say yes." Dominic whispered. "Say yes and I'll give you heights of pain and pleasure that you've never felt before."

"Oh god." She moaned, involuntarily. His teeth nipped at her scapha and she groaned.

"Yes." It was said so low that Dominic had to ask her to speak up.

"Yes," repeated Letty. Oh god. What was she thinking? He was so hard to say no to. Especially with his scent clouding her senses.

He wasted no time in tracing his tongue down her neck to her shoulder before placing a gentle kiss there. Her eyes closed and her chest heaved as his hot mouth moved back up and sucked at her pulse point. Pulling tighter on her hair to the point of pain, he brought his mouth to hers, covering it. Dominic's tongue pushed past her lips and he tasted her. Finally tasted her, and she was all alcohol and cinnamon.

"Fuck. You taste like..." Everything I'll ever want. "Perfection," he groaned into her mouth. Pulling back, his eyes searched her face. "I have to have those pretty lips around my cock. Just once."

Rounding the couch again, he stood before her, removing his button-up shirt. Letty's jaw dropped. Every defiant bone in her body wanted to slap him across his face. But… he was Adonis in the flesh, all rippled muscles and firm abs.

"Up." He commanded. Without hesitation, Letty stood from the couch and allowed her boss to undress her, starting with her shirt. She stood, braless, before him and his eyes zeroed in on her small, but perfect chest. His mouth watered and he couldn't wait any longer. He leaned down and sucked one of her pert nipples into his mouth.

"Oh. Fuck." Letty moaned and her hands found her boss' head, holding him to her chest. Dominic's fingers undid the button on her tight jeans. One hand slid past her panties to cup her waxed, wet sex while the other moved upwards to pinch and pull at her other nipple.

"Oh god, yes!" Her head tilted backwards. In the same instant that he began to play with her sensitive clit, he switched nipples.

"You're so ready." He growled. Feeling her essence coating his fingers was pure heaven. He couldn't wait to be buried inside of her. But first things first. Both hands worked to shove her jeans down and tug them off right after her boots until she was left in only her panties.

"Down." He demanded. His hands pushed both of her shoulders until she was sitting on the couch again. Dropping to his knees, Dominic pressed his mouth to hers again in a passionate kiss, all tongue and teeth. He swallowed her moan just before he pulled away.

"I do hope you're not too attached to these." He grinned up at her while he savagely ripped her panties from her body.

That was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. She nearly came right then.

Dom put his arms under her legs and his hands gripped her thighs as he pulled her to the edge of the couch.

"Shit." She whispered just before his head lowered and he dove headfirst into the meal set before him. His tongue licked over her swollen flesh. Letty cried out, her back arching and her hands resting on his bald head. His shoulders forced her thighs from squeezing shut because of the intense feelings between her legs. Reaching up, he squeezed her breasts so hard, it was painful, but the sensations shot down to her pussy as he gently bit on her clit. His tongue moved fast against her, making her body feel tightly wound. Minutes later, he shoved to fingers into her cunt, fingerfucking her at a quick pace. She could feel her climax surely approaching. Spreading her nether lips apart, Dominic used one set of fingers to strum furiously at her clit and while he removed the other from inside of her, replacing it with his tongue.

The drenched fingers on the opposite hand moved downwards to the puckered skin of her asshole.

"Oh my god. Dominic!"

His heart seized in his chest, if he was only going to hear his given name from her lips tonight, he wanted her to scream it.

So he pressed forward with his pointer and middle fingers into the hole of her ass.

Holy fuck! The man was skilled in the art of multitask.

"Dominic!" She chanted, her moans increasing with the speed of his tongue-fucking and fingers. "Fuck! I'm gonna come."

He removed his mouth long enough to demand that she did just that before his mouth wrapped around her swollen bud and he sucked with a passionate fury.

"Oh Dominic! Yes!" Letty cried as she came hard, her cream smearing across his chin. Removing himself from her body, Dominic wiped his mouth and grinned at her.

"Go ahead, you can say it."

"God that was amazing."

He chuckled and shrugged a shoulder, playfully. Then he gave her a salacious grin. "Give me your mouth."

In a blur of movement, he was on the couch beside her and she was falling to her knees before him. Undoing his belt and zipper, Leticia looked up at her handsome boss in all his glory. When she pulled him out of his boxers, his long, hard cock stood erect and proud against his stomach, just waiting to be lavished with attention.

Attention that she gave it without hesitation. She took hold of the base of him and he hissed his approval at her boldness. Letty licked the wet cream that spilled from its head before taking it into her mouth. In and out, taking more of him into her hot, wet mouth, sucking as she went.

"Open wider for me." Dominic groaned. His eyes were focused solely on her, his dreams finally becoming his reality. Her pretty lips were finally wrapped around his cock and she was moaning around him. She flattened her tongue to take him wider and she knew she'd remember his taste for the rest of her life. She worked her mouth up and down, her hand taking what her mouth couldn't. Letty pumped her fist around the base of his hardened member as she took him in even deeper, hitting the back of her throat.

"Ah, fuck!" He growled. In the minutes that followed, it took everything in him not to thrust his hips, to force himself down her throat.

"I'm gonna come in your mouth. Stop if you don't want me to." His strained tone and filthy words only spurred her on more and she quickened her pace until he cried out and gripped her hair tightly. Hot jets of come spurted into her mouth and she swallowed it all.

Rising from her knees, she stood before him; a true goddess.

"Come here." Dominic commanded, through heavy breaths. He held a hand out to her and she took it. In a flash he'd pulled her down and onto the length of the couch, twisting so that she took his sweet weight onto of her.

He kissed her soundly, their tastes mingling beautifully, before his lips found her ear. "I'm going to take you now, hard and fast, and then I'm going to come deep inside of your sweet little pussy."

The words had a Pavlovian effect on her body and it was wracked with a spasm. Dominic grinned, pleased with the reaction he'd elicited. He lined the head of his cock up with her slippery entrance and bore forward. Her thighs clamped against his waist and her arms wrapped around his back as he pushed up and into her until all eight-and-a-half inches of him were pulsing inside of her.

"How's that feel?" He whispered.

"So... full," was all she could manage. And then, without knowing why, she whispered back, "Please."

He was going to try to take this slow for her. Because he truly cared for his defiant little Leticia Ortiz. But when her whispered plea struck his ears, something within him snapped. He pulled out with an agonizing slowness before he slammed back into her with no warning. Her shout echoed off of the ceiling and made him harder. So he did it again and then once more before he started a punishing rhythm within her.

Fucking her within an inch of her life, Dom couldn't stop the filthy sentiments that left his mouth. "So fucking tight. Fuck, you've got the tightest. little. unh!" He punctuated each word with a thrust. He watched as she gritted her teeth, taking everything he gave her and giving back just as much. He raised an eyebrow and put a strong hand around her neck. Deliberately, he squeezed just a bit tighter with every stroke, giving her ample time to stop him. But when she opened her mouth, she surprised him when she looked him dead in the eyes, and demanded through a laugh:

"Harder."

Bossy little minx, wasn't she? But Dominic found that her wish was his command, so he gave her harder. His hand squeezed the sides of her neck tighter. Thrusting inside of her so roughly that she was sure to be sore once he was done with her. The couch, itself, took their weight easily, but slid an inch from its original resting place.

"Fuck, yes!" Letty's cunt squeezed him like a vice. Her nails scratched at his back, drawing faint lines of blood. He gripped her hair harshly and brought her face to his neck.

Kinky, wasn't he? She bit down hard, marking him as hers without even knowing it, before soothing the spot with open mouthed kisses. He grunted and groaned his appreciation before he returned the favor with candor.

"I want your pussy sore." He whispered as if it were the sweetest nothing he could utter. And it made her walls flutter around him in anticipation of her climax. "And then I want to fuck your ass."

"Oh my god yes. Don't stop!" She cried.

"Come on!" He shouted through clenched teeth. "Come for me."

"Dominic!" She screamed and he laughed freely. That was more like it. That's what he wanted from her.

"Say my name again."

"Dominic! Oh, fuck, Dominic." She panted as her hips met his in wet slaps.

"Yes, Letty. Again."

Her name became a chant, a prayer and eventually faded into a silent scream as her back arched, her breasts pressed against his chest and her legs wrapped around his back. And then the inevitable happened. He pushed up and into her one last time before they both came simultaneously, shouting their pleasure to each other.