The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  April spent the next week in a confused daze. Never had she sought out men more powerful than she and now she sought out two. Sir was more physically powerful than she and Milton professionally more powerful. Two Fridays following the work party Milton asked to see April in his office. He wanted to invite her to dinner and the theater. Dinner would be at his place. He would like to cook for her. April blushingly accepted to Saturday.

  Saturday morning April slept in until noon. She ran on her treadmill for an hour and prepared herself an egg white omelet with peppers and tomatoes. She ate while watching the afternoon news, maybe one of their new ads would come on. April stewed in her workout juices, the heat from which emanated from her sweats. April proceeded to take a long bubble bath. She washed her hair in special smoothing shampoo, shaved her legs, slipped a bar of soap in between her waxed labia, making sure each fold had been cleansed. She vigorously massaged with the bar of soap under her arms and had to rinse carefully. She washed every crevice of her body and stepped out of the tub a cleansed woman. She dried herself off and laboriously lotioned her entire body. She stepped into her pale pink robe trimmed in antique lace.

  She sat down in front of her make-up table with the brush in one hand and the hair dryer in another. Her hair was to look perfect. She dried her hair with the brush and applied a serum to it that made it shine. She spent a great deal of time applying make-up to her face. It was to be just noticeably more than office make-up but nothing garish. She stepped into her garter skirt, black with a red lace panel in the front, and stepped into each stocking slowly, taking care the seams would go smoothly up the back, taking care the heels were in just the right place. April stepped into her highest spike heels of all. They were black patent leather with ankle straps and a red sole. They had a one-inch platform and red stitching and lacing going up the back of the heel. 'Now. What to wear?' April leaned into one hip in front of her closet. There were frilly things, lacy things, revealing things. Finally April decided on an easy access thing, a little black dress, low scalloped edge in the front, but very low cut and made of this very stretchy material that could easily be brushed aside. It hung loosely from an empire waist and was very short. It blew assertively in the wind, always revealing just enough. April chose a small black and red patent bow clip for the side of her hair to match her shoes. She put on red ultra-last lipstick. 'This stuff never comes off.' She dropped her essentials into her purse and was out the door.

  They went to the theater first and saw Troilus and Cressida. Milton brought April back to his apartment. There were a series of hallways once you entered the main door and finally they entered the main space. First one walked into the dining room. Further away from that, behind a set of metal stairs, was a rather cozy looking living room, with leather sofa and huge screen TV. To the right of that was the extensive kitchen with long woodblock counters and six burner Viking stove. The copper pots hung from the ceiling. There was a half eaten loaf of bread, a knife, and some butter on the island. Milton gestured April to help herself. April cut herself a piece of bread and buttered it. Milton offered her wine and she accepted. Milton made a contemporary looking meal of steak tartar and steamed garlic broccoli. For desert he served chocolate souffle. April nearly licked her plates as she sat at his bar, in his lion's den.

  Milton came around the bar and pulled April by her wrist. He pulled her towards the stairs, up to his bedroom, which had a cinder block wall, a king sized bed with a shimmery navy and black comforter, and two simple night stands. He kissed April again, grabbing both sides of her face and then pressing her head down lower. Milton unbuttoned and took off his shirt. April noticed a yin yang tattoo on his forearm. The same tattoo Sir had. Milton was Sir.

  Part 2

  After Milton kissed April, grabbing her cheeks with his enormous hands, massaging her face, massaging her scalp, he grabbed her hair at the top of her head and began pushing her down. April felt her knees bending and she was less passive this time, though she always obeyed the hands at the top of her head. When she passed his neck, she snapped out and licked it. The hands pushed her down further. When she passed his nipples she reached out and stroked them with her tongue. The hands stopped momentarily, then resumed. She passed his belly button and attempted to stick her tongue in.

  He wrapped his hands around the outsides of her breasts, pushing them out of the dress. He twisted and squeezed her nipples pulling them out, far out. April hissed and grabbed his legs. He moved her hands up to his cock through his tight pants. It bulged severely and April ached to touch it. April wanted to massage it until it burst from his pants. She went at him with unusual vigor. He unzipped his zipper and she pulled Milton's cock out and pressed it into her mouth. Her lips acted as a pillow in between the cock and her teeth. He grabbed her by the hair again by first running his fingers through it and then grasping a handful of hair from the back of her head. He massaged and grabbed her scalp. He fucked her mouth hard, forcing his cock down April's throat, banging her with his hips, his legs. April relaxed her throat right away. She lengthened her neck and straitened it. She took him in as far as he would go. When he thrust up against her, April's head would get knocked back and her mouth would come off his cock. She'd give it a single once-over with her hand before it got thrust back down her throat again. Finally Milton thrust his cock deep in her throat and held it there.

  He pulled out. He pulled April up by the armpits. He massaged her breasts, which were pushed inward and upward by her dress. He stroked her golden brown hair off her shoulders and smelled her neck. April became weak in her knees and began to fall but Milton caught her. She exposed her neck even further and he reached down and bit it in the form of small kisses, tasty morsels sampled all along her neck and across her breast. He lifted her up, walking towards the bed and flinging her on it. April landed on all fours, arching her back, hair in her face. Her breasts were still out. Milton stepped right up to the bed. April hung her head down. He pulled the hem of her dress up over her ass and pinched it over and over.

  He climbed onto the bed behind her, rubbing his hands all over her, April melting under them. His cock was wet with her saliva and he rubbed it around the dry outsides of her inner labia, around her outer labia, and in the crevices in between. He let his cock slip into her and especially for that first thrust he could feel her walls closing in around him as he pressed into her. But he stopped and pulled out slowly. He grabbed April by the waist and turned her over onto her back. She lay there dreamily with her knees bent up. Milton positioned her legs spread open and pressed himself into her again, this time with more force, more rhythm. He braced himself on April's ankles and April had to generate a lot of energy to push up against his hands on her ankles. She could feel his belt rubbing her upper leg raw and slapping it. She pressed her hands up against her thighs, pushing herself into him even further. Milton hammered into her, April's dress falling up to her belly, her breasts still pressed together by the top of the dress. He pressed her hands up over her head and held her wrists down into the bed. His hips made a full rotation, pulling his cock all the way out, and thrusting it all the way in, shaking the whole of April's body. Milton leaned in and bit her nipple, pulling it far out from its original position, flicking it with his tongue. April cried out in pain and ecstasy, as her body shook underneath Milton's teeth from his continuous fucking. April's clear enjoyment of the situation was enough to throw him over the edge and he came in her pussy. Milton put her legs together and down and lay down beside her, running his fingers through her hair as he pulled strands of it off her face. April never felt so special.

  For the next month Milton and April continued their wild affair but kept it private from anyone at work. Milton continued to make direct demands upon April and April carried out the tasks happily. April didn't understand the changes that were going on inside of her. She just knew she was blissfully happy. She was a domineering powerhouse in the business world, and a wonton submissive in her private life, though she didn't know it. Milton
ordered her food at restaurants. He chose where and when they went places. He was completely dominating in the bedroom. He picked out her clothes. But throughout all of this April never once thought about a formal Dominant/submissive lifestyle. She didn't realize that was what she was leading. She just knew she melted in Milton's arms and she wanted nothing more than to please him.

  Finally one day Milton brought the subject up. He reminded April of his behaviors, his pinches, his bites, his control over every situation. He had to tell her she was submissive. April stormed out. To her, there was no way she was submissive. She was powerful, successful, rich. She would never lie down before a man. Men lay down before her. She got into her car and drove home. That night she had a dream. She was impaled by a tree from her ass through, twisting and turning through her insides, through her throat and out her mouth. She couldn't move off the tree, only turn around on it. The tree had vines growing on it and they filled her stomach, warming her, soothing her, making her feel special. She came and squirted in her sleep. The convulsions woke her up while they were still going on, the dream still fresh in her mind. She got up and chugged a glass of water. She had to clean off the bed. She scrubbed furiously. She felt she had to shake these feelings from herself, this infatuation with her Milton. She thought he saw her as subservient. She didn't want a man like that.

  In the office things went along as normal. April began receiving orders from her direct superior, a man on the board of directors, and stopped receiving them entirely from Milton. April regained full control over her entire life and she was relieved to have things that way. But there was a hole in the pit of her stomach. Something still didn't feel quite right. Out of curiosity, on a Friday night, April looked up Dominance and submission on the internet. She came across the Dominant's and submissive's prayers. She was taken by the romance of it all. She felt that warmth in her stomach again. Then April looked at a lot of porn. She viewed it as educational. She watched porn all weekend. On Monday she asked to see Milton. Milton eagerly agreed to see her. April straightened herself up and walked into his office. Milton put his feet up on his desk and his hands behind his head. He gestured at her to speak.

  "I've been thinking about what you said. About my being submissive. I had this dream. And I think you were right. I want us to be together," April said, dropping her head down. Milton uncrossed his ankles and stood up. He walked over to April and grabbed her head. He kissed her, pressing her head more deeply into his mouth, groping her frantically from her ass to her shoulders, from her hips to her breasts. He turned her around and bent her over his desk. April anticipated the moment when he would pull the hem of her skirt up over her hips and fuck her. But that moment never came. Instead Milton clapped April hard on the rear. Only then did he pull the hem of her skirt up over her hips, but she knew he was not going to fuck her. He smacked her hard again. April shot forward on the desk.

  "That was for not trusting in what I have to say to you," he said and smacked her again. "And that was for leaving me." He slapped her in his office again and again. If April cried out, she only got smacked harder so she took her beating in silence, tears streamed down her face. Finally Milton relented.

  "You can clean yourself up in my bathroom here. Behind the ivy wall," he told her, straightening up his tie. She obeyed and left his office. By the end of the week they had weekend dinner plans. April was exceptionally open to Milton throughout the dinner. They discussed Dominance and submission. She shared that being submissive made her feel wanted and cared for. Milton listened intently. He felt she understood him, because to be dominant, you have to apply a great deal of care. Milton and April went on a series of dinner dates all of which contained conversation about this one single topic, Milton educating April, and April sharing her feelings with Milton, and none of which led to any sex. Finally, on their fifth date Milton asked April how she felt about gear.

  "Gear?" she asked. After which Milton went on a long, educational, and sexy monologue about all the things one can do with gear. "I think I'd like to try that sometime," April said smiling as she chewed her rare steak and vegetables. Milton had allowed her the pleasure of red meat that night. Milton immediately asked for the bill. He shoved her into his bedroom wall. He kissed her deeply and she kissed him back. He ran his hands all over her body and through her hair. She slowly slipped her hands down from his lower back to his ass. It was so full, so muscular, she thought. Milton pulled away from April abruptly and walked her to his bed. He positioned her sitting on it and went into his large, walk-in closet and turned on the lights. He came out with some short leather straps, a blindfold, and a crop.

  April was wearing a red sweater dress with slightly ruffled sleeved and a v-cut neckline. It was rather short and she wore it with a thick red belt with a single thin black stripe around the middle of it. And those highest of heels. After Milton had administered the spanking in his office he sent April a message asking her to completely stop wearing panties. Although their dates didn't end in sex, Milton always checked to see if April had completed her assignment, either visually or otherwise. This dress was particularly nice on a girl who wasn't wearing any panties, he thought. He rolled her onto her belly and dropped the items on the corner of the bed. He cuffed each wrist and each ankle, clipping her right wrist to her right ankle, behind her back, and left to left.

  He forced his broad shoulders in between her legs and held himself up on the bed by his arms. April was reminded of her rape. She became more relaxed. Her legs opened up further. Milton unzipped his zipper, pulled out his cock, and shoved it into April's pussy. April was overwhelmed with emotion. Milton stopped fucking her and leaned into her because he heard her muttering. He saw she was bawling.

  "What are you saying?" he asked. Her muttering grew louder.

  "Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me!" Milton began pumping into April as hard as he could until he came. He pulled out of her and a trail of cum followed his dick down her slit. He unbuckled her restraints and kissed each joint. April sighed and heaved. He lay down next to her. She didn't speak, she only curled up in his arms and fell asleep. Milton didn't know why but he was so taken with April, she seemed so sincere, he had to have her. In the early stages of their relationship he was romantic. He wined and dined her. He kissed her passionately and he kissed her sweetly. He pushed her, but never over the edge and she was always grateful for the push. He was sensitive to her needs and limitations. But as time passed, April got to know Milton better. She was eager to please him and became hyper attuned to his needs. She knew how his meetings went by the way he dropped his keys on the front room table. She knew he was worrying about personnel files by the way he slouched at dinner. She knew he worried about finances by the way he unbuttoned his shirt.

  Milton had two sides to his personality. There was a duality that April did not recognize at first. He put April up on a pedestal at first. He took her to Greece, to the finest hotel. He kissed her and suckled on her, ran his fingers through her hair. He massaged his hands all over her body. But he was a fierce Dom. He had strict rules. April was not to wear underwear of any kind. He managed her finances. He controlled her diet. Only white and green foods for April. White chicken breasts, white fish, egg whites, asparagus, broccoli, salads. He ordered for her at restaurants and April melted in the stringing of his words to the waiter. He was specific. The broccoli was to be steamed, not stir fried. The salad was to have light oil and vinaigrette, not creamy dressing. Dessert was to be fresh fruits or berries with two tablespoons of cream. April relished in these specific directions. She delighted in his control over not only her but over the waiter and the chef. Her heart was like frozen butter in the microwave, melting quickly to liquid on the outsides, completely malleable, but still hard in the center.

  There were now two sides to April. Milton had softened her. His assignments led her to foster more positive relationships with her employees, to analyze their work and promote based on merit, to recognize efficiency and industrious new ideas. Milton acted as
a mentor. April found herself worrying less if the people in her office hated her and more if they were getting the support they needed from her. But the part of April that was still hard and frozen in the center got to know the other side of Milton's personality. There were times when he lost his temper. Lost control. He punished April for minor infringements. He slapped her. He left her naked and alone. For some time April thought this was normal. This was part of role play. But as time passed, Milton's temper got hotter, his needs more demanding, more specific, more complicated, more psychological. April became overwhelmed and often left his apartment in tears overcome with the feeling that she was never going to be good enough, she would never achieve what Milton wanted of her, she would never curl up in his arms again.