by Cynthia Dane
Not difficult to achieve when she was already so close. The harsh tone of his command sent her over the edge, determined to prove to him how eager she was to follow his directions. You want me to come, sir? I’ll come. I’ll come whenever the hell you want. One day he would text her with the command and she would do it. Until then, it took this much on his part to make it happen.
“That’s it,” he continued to say in his tone, “come, Alice. Come all over my fingers. I want to feel them disappearing inside of you.”
She didn’t know about that. All she knew was that she was going off to some other planet where all she experienced was one wave of hedonistic experiences after another!
“Shit,” she muttered, finally crashing against the bed. Monroe withdrew his fingers, dripping with her arousal, painting an erotic picture against her inner thigh. While she caught her breath against the pillow, Monroe lifted her leg straight up in the air and pushed the tip of his hard cock against her readied opening. “Oh my God…”
“Do you want it?” He kissed her shoulder, cock still teasing her entrance. Every time it slipped away, more of her arousal beckoned him, covering her thighs and the bedspread beneath them. Look what you’re doing to me, Damon. You make me feel like such a naughty girl, and I think I love it. There her essence was, for the whole world to come and see with their bare, famished eyes. Maybe there’s a little bit of exhibitionism in me after all. There was a thought she never had before. “I’m not going to give it to you until you tell me that you want it.”
Alice’s leg lowered, knee bending over the grip of his hand and bare toes curling in midair. It didn’t prevent her from being wide open enough to take his cock in one swift stroke. Goodness, the thought of it… “I want it.” She didn’t mean to sound so meek. Alice had to push herself up on her arms to locate the strength in her voice. “Sir.”
“What do you want?” Behind her, fingers played with and combed through her falling hair. Above her, Monroe’s hand grasped the lower part of her thigh, refusing to let her move it on her own. “I want to hear you say it, Alice.”
Every time he spoke, his breath blew hot against her cheek, her ear. Great. Now that was making her wetter too!
“I want you to fuck me, sir,” she said, forehead touching his stubble-ridden chin. “I want you to thrust your cock inside of me until you come again.”
“Mm,” he growled. “You really have a way with words, Ms. Culver.” He licked her ear as he pushed his cock into her. “I may have to hire you to write my memos for me.”
Oh, was now the time to be making jokes? Too bad. Alice wasn’t in the mood to laugh. She was ready to start grabbing the sheets!
“Don’t close your eyes,” Monroe insisted, never once relenting with his carefully timed thrusts. “You’re going to watch every second that goes by.” His hand went from her thigh to her breast, squeezing it until she cried out from both that pleasure and the sensations coming from between her legs. “You’re going to watch them with me.”
Alice would have never thought to watch him fuck her. Wasn’t like this hotel was set up for that kind of kinky, narcissistic shit. But it wasn’t about watching her get off, was it? It was about watching what happened when the two of them came together; what happened when sex was more than mere sex. Alice whimpered in delight as his cock easily fucked her. Was it because of this position? Or because she had already came? How could it possibly matter when it felt so damn good and perfect?
“How good does it feel?”
“It feels so good, sir.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Do you want me to come?”
“Yes! Please!”
“Do you want to come too?”
“Yes!”
Monroe went faster, sweat passing from his skin to hers. Alice struggled to keep watching what went on between them when he fucked her so hard and ruthlessly. I swear to God he’s killing me from the inside! His cock was so deep and thick that she wondered why they had never tried this position before. Was he holding out on her on purpose?
“Come, Alice.”
He picked that exact moment to pierce her core. Alice cried out, her vision blurring so badly that she had no choice but to close her eyes and let her head fall against the pillow. Monroe took the opportunity to turn her hip with one hand and lightly paw her collarbone with the other, creating a faux-choking sensation that made her feel so possessed by the man that she had no choice but to give him what he wanted.
Her body. Her mind. And yes, her heart.
I’m yours. There was no doubt in her mind, and although she tried to say it, her words were nothing more than further cries of orgasm. His cock swelled inside of her, filling every crevice, refusing to move – or perhaps that was her body trapping him inside until she got what she wanted.
I want his heart. I want his mind. She took his fingertip into her mouth and moaned upon his skin. I sure as hell want his body.
The roar echoing in her ear didn’t come from any man. It came from the man who promised to take care of her. The man who assured her that she was beautiful, that it didn’t matter if she had been with others before him… or not. He could love her either way.
Love.
It was such an absurd thought at this point in a young relationship. Yet…
I love you. No, no, no! She couldn’t think that right now! It was the sex! The sex making her think that! Endorphins exploding, hormones racing… of course they made her think that she was in love! That was their job! To make her come back for more until she got a, what, a baby? Was that biology’s end goal?
Love. She was going to love this man simply because he was handsome, paid attention to her, and gave her the sex she had been craving for several years?
As Alice was about to berate herself, warmth spread through her body. She succumbed to the power of Monroe’s climax, his hot breath and hotter words declaring her his perfect submissive partner taking hold in her mind, like his seed took hold in the depths of her body. Even as he groaned in immense satisfaction, Monroe did not hurry to dislodge himself from her. Far from it. He pushed his cock in as deep as it could go, his touch covering her from breast to hip. Alice leaned her head against his sweaty chest, eyes rolling back in her head one moment and hyperfocused on their physical connection the next. It looks so good. His cock eased in and out of her, a mere inch at a time, her arousal soaking them both. Or at least until he finally decided to move and take over on that front.
“Don’t look away,” he said with a kiss to her skin. Monroe wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and pulled out. “See what I did to you.”
Alice’s body had ideas of its own. As soon as he pulled his cock out, her body shuddered until it seemed as if every drop of him had run down her leg, mingling with her arousal. Monroe ran his fingers down her spine before grabbing her hip and pulling it back, forcing her thighs opened and her pussy wide.
“That means you’re mine, Alice.” He rubbed her clit, occasionally dipping into her wetness. “From this day forward, you’re mine.”
She bit her lip with a whimper. “You’re right,” she said. “I’m yours.” His, and currently alone. Abandoned. “Please put it back in, sir. If I am yours, then I want to feel nothing but you inside of me.”
He did as she asked without words. The only words they exchanged for the rest of the night were tepid phrases that either evoked no emotion or riled them both up into a frenzy crazy enough to make them actually believe they were in love with one another.
Perhaps it wasn’t so crazy after all. Alice would wait until the morning to fret about that.
Chapter 4
Monroe left early the next day, after a shower and a light breakfast he left for Alice to indulge in or, as he wrote on a note, “Order whatever you want from room service.” Alice forced herself to eat a few morsels of toast and scrambled eggs, because she knew she needed her strength after a night like the last one.
There was anoth
er note left on his side of the bed. “I’ll be gone all day. Do as you like, but I request that you be ready to go out for the evening by six. Wear black, with your hair pulled back. If you did not bring any suitable clothing, you may go buy something at the boutique downstairs. I’ve left instructions with the manager should you appear.”
It was still well before noon. Alice decided to take a long shower and finish eating breakfast. Then? Who knew. She was in a new city… and she was in love.
Yes, the feeling had remained. Although the logical side of her knew how dangerous it was to believe it, the emotional side begged her to consider a long, happy life with Damon Monroe… if such a thing was possible.
I want it to be possible. Idealism never suited Alice. Inside, she was a realist, but her realism had to be quashed to miniscule amounts if she would attempt a relationship with this man.
If it weren’t for his parents… perhaps she could have blissfully ridden this wave of lust and could-be-love without fear of the possible repercussions. So they were having a whirlwind romance. Maybe they would descend to planet Earth in a few weeks or months and realize that they were terrible for each other and go their separate ways. It would suck, but that was life.
The threats, though.
Alice drank some coffee at the table overlooking Lake Michigan. Even though it was summer, she had to drape a light blanket over her body to keep the chill at bay. Her coffee cooled before she could drink it all. Her cell phone had trouble with reception out there, so she went back inside and flipped through the hotel brochure. Wonder if he’ll pay for me to go to the spa. What was she talking about? Of course he would.
It wasn’t until then, when she was dressed in a hotel bathrobe, that she stepped into the main apartment and immediately bumped into a huge, intimidating…
Woman?
“Excuse me, ma’am!” the hunk of feminine machismo said the moment Alice yelped in terror. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“Who the hell are you!” Alice slammed herself against the wall. The burly woman kept her distance. Wait… she’s wearing a black suit… and looks military… Ah, shit.
“My name is Dee. I’ve been assigned by Mr. Monroe to be your bodyguard.”
“B… bodyguard?”
“Don’t mind me, but if you want to go somewhere, let me know so I can go with you.”
“Bodyguard.”
“Mr. Monroe didn’t tell you?”
“No!” Alice shook her head, hair still damp from her shower. “What do I need a bodyguard for? Am I in trouble?”
“Everyone associated with Mr. Monroe has a bodyguard. Family rule. All I can say.”
Alice caught her breath. “Sorry… Dee… you’ve scared the ever-loving crap out of me. Not just your presence, but… bodyguard?”
“Yes, ma’am.” The woman crossed her muscular arms. “Don’t worry. I am highly qualified, and discreet. You won’t even know I’m here.”
Monroe and I are going to have a long chat about this! One thing for the heir of a huge fortune to want a bodyguard… quite another for his fling to have one! Was she in danger? Was someone likely to kidnap her and sue for ransom? Or did someone have a vendetta against the Monroes and want to use her to get back at them? Shit!
“Well… I was thinking of checking out some things around here. I thought about going to the rooftop spa. Maybe shopping in the boutique downstairs… you would go with me?”
“I am to go with you wherever, or at least until Mr. Monroe dismisses me for the day.” The woman cracked a smile. “I won’t complain about where we go. I’m not supposed to enjoy it, if you catch my drift. Distracts me from the job.”
“I see.” It was probably no coincidence that she was assigned a female bodyguard. Possessive x10 over here. Ahem. Alice wasn’t about to assume that it was for her own personal benefit, like feeling more comfortable with a woman shadowing her. On that note: “Ex-Marine?”
“You got it. Did my share of a few tours before retiring from the military and taking up this gig. A lot of the same, except the insurance is way better.”
Alice didn’t like the sound of that. The “a lot of the same” part, anyway.
“Look, ma’am, my job is to make sure you’re safe wherever you go. Live your life like you would even if I wasn’t here.”
Oh, yeah, and was she going to watch Monroe spank her too? Ack!
“All right. Well,” Alice turned around, keeping an eye on the bodyguard over her shoulder. “I’m going to change. Then we’ll… go somewhere.”
“I’ll be right here if you need anything.”
Alice wasn’t sure what she thought about that.
***
Two hours later she was in the midst of a full-tissue massage whilst gazing at another splendid view of Lake Michigan. The masseuse was a quiet woman who lit strong incense and played ambient music… and ignored the bodyguard standing in the corner of the room. This is so fucking weird. Alice would have to tell Candice about it. She was going to have to tell Candice about a lot of things, but the bodyguard was going at the top of the list!
Monroe never texted to check-in. Alice assumed he was fine, that he would be back at the time he said he would. I’m assuming he knows all about this bodyguard. Couldn’t he have said something about it, though? Why leave Alice to be shocked that some stranger woman wanted to follow her around all day? All week? Alice Culver did not need a bodyguard. She was an everyday woman, trying to get by. Dating a billionaire, too, but that was beside the point.
Life with Monroe really was different, huh? Really, really different.
After her massage, Alice put her clothes back on and checked the time. It was the middle of the afternoon by now. What time did Monroe say to meet him by? Six? Was that enough time to go down to the boutique and clean it out? Would have to be!
If Dee was bored with the prospect of shopping for the equivalent of high-society prom dresses, she never made Alice feel that way. The whole time they were together, the bodyguard remained silent, only speaking when directly spoken to or whenever she felt the rare need to touch Alice – mostly to direct her away from crowds or, Heaven forbid, walking on the street side of the sidewalk when they briefly went outside. At some point Alice would have to get out and explore some of the city. At least she wouldn’t have to do it alone?
“Ms. Culver,” greeted a middle-aged woman standing outside the hotel boutique. What, was she expecting Alice? “So nice to meet you.” She extended her hand, lightly shaking Alice’s. “Mr. Monroe explained everything earlier. He said that you might be stopping by, his treat.”
Clearly, such a prospect made the boutique manager a happy woman. Why not? Monroe had billions at his disposal! If Alice said “I’ll take two of everything,” then her boyfriend could afford it. He may not be too impressed she went that far, but… oh, who was she kidding? The man lived in eternal excess!
“He asked me to dress in black this evening.” Alice had brought a black dress with her, but why not buy something new? Again? “I’m inclined to give in to his suggestion.” Dee stiffened behind Alice. “Don’t mind her. She’s with me.”
“Of course.” The manager barely registered Dee in her eyes. “We have plenty of gorgeous black dresses in many styles.” She gestured to the boutique entrance. “My partner Tina will help me style you for the evening. Come. Let’s get started.”
While this wasn’t Alice’s first time being tossed about by personal stylists, this was the first time it felt so decadent. Last time was an uncomfortable whirlwind of catty remarks and snubbing noses. This time Alice really felt like Damon Monroe’s girlfriend. The two women working in the boutique brought her over to a comfortable couch, served her champagne, and asked what kind of styles she preferred. Thus began a long parade of delicate black cocktail dresses, sometimes in other colors, but always subscribing to Alice’s tastes… and Monroe’s, to be sure. More than once she was shown a dress that she would never consider wearing, until the manager said, “Mr. Monroe ment
ioned this type of dress to me.”
Eventually, the dresses were narrowed down to two for the evening. One, a lacy mini-dress that was conservative without losing its sex appeal, and two, a sparkling black halter-dress that completely exposed Alice’s back. Both were too expensive to even consider. At least Alice was learning to stop looking at price tags.
“We can do a number of things with your hair and makeup with either of these dresses.” Tina the hair and makeup stylist presented Alice with two sets of diamond jewelry, each one interchangeable with both dresses. “It ultimately depends on how you want to look tonight. How do you want to express yourself, on your date, and to the world? What message are you trying to send when you step out of the car?”
Alice glanced between both dresses, then to the sparkling diamond earrings, bracelets, and hairclips. No matter how she looked at them, all she saw was a message that she never once in her life dreamed of. I’m on another planet right now. I’m not even sure who I am. Who was she, indeed? Was she Alice Culver, everyday girl-next-door looking for her place in the world?
Or was she someone else? Someone… greater?
The way Monroe treated her went beyond a devoted boyfriend. They had only known each other a short time, but everything had felt so deliciously right from the very beginning. They went together like gold and silver. I’m the gold. Alice fingered her blond hair and thought of Monroe’s silver cufflinks. He makes me feel like I’m worth more than all the gold in the world. She shyly smiled to think of how much she was already falling in love with him.
He often spoke of their potential future together. The man had scared her with marriage talk on their first real date. He believed in signs. In fate. In passion and desire leading to true love.
Alice turned to the boutique manager. “I want to look like Mrs. Monroe.”
The manager grinned. “He was hoping you would say that.”