by Cynthia Dane
It was all terribly romantic. A French restaurant in the middle of Chicago. A new emerald ring on her finger. A man as poised as he was well-spoken and so fucking handsome. Talk of marriage and kids… and the biggest bank account around. No white picket fences for this couple. It was all floor-to-ceiling windows with the best views in the city. Monroe had probably never lived in an actual house before.
All terribly romantic. Until she remembered the other aspects of a relationship between them.
“How deep does this go with me, Alice? I’ve been upfront about my desire for a lifestyle that reflects what we already have. As my girlfriend – and possibly more – you too will have a lot of power. You can do whatever pleases you. An almost infinite amount of money at your disposal. Endless access to my benefits and even that plane we flew in. Go anywhere you want. Take whomever you want with you. Get another degree and even a job if it pleases you. I want you to be happy and to follow whatever dreams you already have. But, in return, I ask this of you: in exchange for my allowance and devotion, you will be more than my girlfriend, my fiancée, or even my wife and mother of my children. You’ll be my compliant submissive.”
“Compliant?” Alice snorted. “Does that mean I’m never allowed to disagree with you?”
“Absolutely not. Disagree with me all you want. I didn’t say I wanted spineless.”
She snorted again. “You want someone to fuel your ego.”
“Suppose I do. Is there an issue with that?”
At least he’s honest! “Only if it’s unwarranted.”
“Trust me, Alice, I would always be proving myself to you. There’s nothing worse than a man who demands respect but doesn’t command it.”
“You’re something else, Damon.”
“I believe you’ve told me that before.”
“I’m sure I’ll say it again soon enough.” Alice leaned back in her seat. “You’ve been blunt with me, and I can appreciate that. So let me be blunt with you.” She crossed her arms, emerald ring digging into her skin. “You will never overwrite who I am. You will never tear me down to build me back up again. I will always be who I really am. You know who that is. I’ll fuck up and embarrass you, I’m sure. Can you handle that? Can you handle me not living up to this idealized image in your head? I’m a human being. Not a computer program.”
“I know you’re human. That’s part of what I love most.” Monroe encouraged her to drink some of the chardonnay he ordered for the evening. “I’m not interested in robots. If all I cared about was an attractive woman with the willpower of a carpet, I could inquire at the country club and have three delivered to my doorstep the next day. I’m not interested in that. I want an opinionated woman. An intelligent woman, with her own interests and personal goals.”
“As long as she obeys you, right?”
“Don’t confine yourself too much to the bedroom, my love. Living the submissive life outside of the bedroom is much different from within it. Yours is a quiet strength. When you walk into a room, you will be more than a woman associated with me. You will be your own formidable opponent to all those who wish to bring you down. Unfortunately, some people will, simply because you are mine.”
“Do you think women really like that kind of possessive talk?”
Damon did not flinch. “Do you not?”
“Well…” Shit. She was blushing! “It’s kinda hot, as long as you know I’m not an actual thing for you to buy and use at will. Unless I give you permission, of course.”
He smiled back at her. “Of course. Consent is the most important thing. Particularly informed consent.”
“You know how to sound so sexy, Damon.”
“Listen, my beauty,” he said. “At the end of our stay in Chicago, I’m going to make you a final offer. You can walk away, if you decide that you don’t want to do this any longer, but things will radically change in your life if you decide to stay with me. I hope most of them are for the better.”
Alice sucked in her lips, looking away. “That’s not a lot of time to decide.”
“I don’t take things slowly.”
“I’ll say!”
Their dinner arrived. Monroe thanked the server while keeping his attention firmly on Alice. “Be proud of being with me,” he whispered across the table. “You’re a woman I think is worthy of my time and devotion. That’s a powerful thing.”
“I’m still getting used to it.”
He picked up his fork and napkin. “Eat up, while you’re at it. I have plans for you later.”
“Oh?” Dare she ask?
“Oh, yes.” Had any man looked so menacing stabbing his food? “This week is all about experiencing new things… and you’re about to experience something very new, indeed.”
Chapter 6
“This is a beautiful dress you have on, Alice.” Monroe ran his finger along the lacy bodice of her dress. “Out of all the outfits they had downstairs, why did you choose this one?”
Alice, standing in the middle of their bedroom and trying not to shiver beneath his heavy, critical gaze, replied, “The stylists picked it out.”
“Not before you told them something, I’m sure. Even the best stylist needs guidance from the client. What did you say?”
Alice’s cheeks burned in embarrassment. I told them I wanted to look like a woman worthy of the title Mrs. Monroe. She wanted to look like his respectable wife. I’m already playing right into his hand.
“I asked that I look like the kind of woman who would be in your formal company.”
If Monroe did not quite believe her, he remained silent. Her answer must have been close enough to the truth for him to be satisfied. “It should please you to know that you do, then. I haven’t been able to stop staring at you all night.”
“Staring or leering… sir?” Every time she called him sir, her choker suffocated her a little more. Not in a terrible way.
“Sometimes a man can’t prevent from doing a bit of both.”
Alice folded her hands in front of her. With no bag or boyfriend’s hand to hold, she was at a loss for what to do with her fidgety hands.
“I’d be quite proud to take you out with me wherever, my love.” He lightly touched her shoulder. “I’m also as happy to keep you here in our private world. Because, for one thing…” His voice entered directly into her ear, “It’s fairly bad form to rut against your girlfriend in public, and that’s all I’ve wanted to do since I picked you up hours ago.”
Monroe wrapped both arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder. Alice immediately began to fold beneath his weight. Damn. I guess it is pretty easy to do whatever this guy wants. “So what are you waiting for?” she whispered. “I’m all yours, aren’t I?”
“Indeed you are.” Predictable. His hands went right for her breasts. “Do you know what I want to do to you Alice?”
She could guess from the way he now tugged up the skirt of her mini dress and felt her thighs. This guy always had intense sex on the brain. Alice couldn’t say she found fault with that.
“I want to fuck you, right here, standing up. It’s a fantasy, though. Something to jumpstart this raging fire between us.”
Raging was one of way to put it. The man had barely touched her, and already his cock was hard enough to rub against her ass. “Whatever you want, sir.”
“What I want is to give you such immense pleasure that I push you toward limits you didn’t even know existed. But I find myself waging a war over what I should do for you and want I want to do for me. Take a wild guess about what I want to do for me, Alice.”
Her throat was suddenly dry. “Fuck me.”
“You’re certainly blunt tonight, my… pet.”
Oh, boy. Didn’t take much longer for that name to come out.
“I was thinking more along the lines of shoving you down on the bed and slamming my cock into your hot cunt until we both can’t go any longer. You simply put it more succinctly.”
“I live to be your brevity.”
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��ll be sure to get that in writing.” He bit her earlobe, one hand squeezing her thigh while the other squeezed her breast. Once he had his fill, he stepped back, shrugging out of his suit jacket and letting it fall against a nearby coffee table. His tie was next, sliding off his neck and into his waiting hand. “First, however, it’s time for you to try something new.” The tie pulled taut in front of Alice’s face. “Do you object?”
Rather difficult to answer that when she didn’t know what she was objecting. “What are you going to do?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll never intentionally surprise you. A very astute point for me to make if I’m going to deprive you of one of your most important senses.”
“You’re going to blindfold me?”
“Yes, Alice. I want you to feel, taste, and hear everything ten-fold. You’ve already seen me. Now it’s time for you to heighten your other senses.”
Alice remembered how he asked her to watch their sex unfold last night. That was so… erotic. Tonight, he wanted the opposite for her. She wouldn’t see a damn thing.
“I don’t object.”
“Good.” The tie wrapped her head, covering her eyes and pressing some of her hair closer to her head. A knot formed beneath the base of her ponytail. Even if Alice opened her eyes, she couldn’t see anything. “I have a few rules for you tonight, Alice. Rules are good for you to follow. They help you build up your endurance with me. If you haven’t already noticed, I rely heavily on the reward system. The more you obey and follow my directions, the more I will reward you. I don’t take pleasure in punishing you for not being able to hold up your end.”
“Punishing me?” Her heart nearly leaped in her throat!
“Every time you fail your directions, I am going to spank you. Right here.” He lightly tapped her ass. “Disappoint me enough times, and you won’t receive your reward. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Your rules tonight are fairly simple, but you may struggle with them at first. Are you ready to hear them?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Rule number one: after I tell you so, you are not to say a word aside from your safe word. You can make as much noise as you want, but no words. This is beyond you only being able to say yes or no. I don’t want a single word at all. Nod your head if you understand.”
Alice nodded. Make it harder, why don’t you? Something was already hard enough against her ass!
“Rule number two: you will not come until I give you permission. This is important, Alice. I’ve been with you enough to know when you’re having even the smallest orgasm. Do not come. If you come without my permission, the evening is over.” He slipped some of the lace off her shoulder and lightly kissed her skin there. “Don’t worry, precious. I’ll give you plenty of opportunities to express yourself tonight.”
Again, Alice nodded.
“I’m serious about no talking. Do not beg. Do not tell me how good it feels. Do not praise me. Your goal tonight is to learn self-restraint. You will need a lot of it if you are to be my submissive. Nod if you understand.”
She did.
“You can tell me if I’m hurting you in ways that I do not intend. My instructions are not meant to compromise your safety or your trust in me. We are building our trust, Alice. You will trust me with your heart and body. I will trust you to follow my instructions and to give us both the ultimate pleasure. Together, we are a powerful team.”
He guided her to the bed, a gasp leaving her lips as her knees bumped against soft silk.
“You are mine, Alice. Mine, and malleable. Which means I can do almost anything I want to you. Do you agree?”
After checking her bearings and replaying what he said in her head, she nodded. Sounds good to me. Maybe she wasn’t chickenshit about this submission stuff after all. When she was horny, anyway.
“Sometimes I’ll want to make slow and seductive love to you. Sometimes I’ll think of nothing but taking you as hard and as fast as I can. Perhaps I’ll attempt to do both at once. I’m in charge, and you reap the benefits of my desires.” He pulled her ponytail to the side and tugged on her collar. “Does that appeal to you, my pet?”
How could she tell him to do whatever the hell he wanted without words? Well, she had an ass, she supposed. What better time than the present to rub it against his crotch?
“Oh, no. I didn’t tell you that you could do that. You may not beg or ask permission for things tonight, Alice. It is purely what I want, but I’ll make sure you have nothing to want for. I’ll most certainly want to hear your sounds of pleasure as I make you mine, over and over.”
Alice braced herself. That sounded like a finality.
Sure enough, Damon Monroe shoved her onto the bed and pulled so hard on her dress that she feared it would tear.
Only the zipper tore. Down, down her spine so quickly that she barely had time to register the warm air caressing her bare back. Monroe’s hand appeared there, massaging her awakening muscles beneath.
“It drives me mad how hot you are.” Holy shit. Was that his cock on her back? That was his cock on her back. Apparently it wasn’t only her zipper falling! “It drives me madder that no matter how much self-restraint I practice, I’ll always reach the point where I come. If I could, I’d flip it like a switch. I want to fuck you forever.”
Her skirt pushed over her ass. The thong she wore pulled to the side, Monroe’s thumbs spreading her opening so wide that cool air tickled her inside. Is he going to fuck me right now? She would let him, but was she even ready… physically? Could a girl get some foreplay?
Oh. Apparently, him manhandling her pussy made her wet. His finger plunged effortlessly into her, testing how ready he was for him.
“I’d fuck you some right now if I thought I would last.” His cock continued to rub against her back. Something was wet. That shouldn’t be this hot! Alice’s fingers curled into the bedspread as she imagined him coming on the curve of her back, one hot stream after another coating her skin with his seed. Now she was really getting wet. “Alas. I’ll take my time with you.”
For a man whose time was so precious, he had the patience of a saint. That also said a lot, considering he was getting harder by the second. How is he not ramming it in me right now? Alice was down with that. Then again, once they started having sex, she was suddenly down with a lot of things!
Like his fingers entering her, one by one, until she pushed herself against the bed to muffle her moans.
He was gentle – at first. Eased her into it. Lulled her into a sense of lazy pleasure that was meant for them. It was easy to withstand. It felt good, but it wasn’t about to send her over the edge. Alice could handle it. She could appreciate how good, how intimate it felt without breaking the rule about climaxing without permission.
Then he went hard.
Although she couldn’t see it, Alice could feel his hand hovering near her ass, ready to strike her if she uttered a single word. This pressure sent her farther into the back of her mind, retreating from the sensations claiming her as Monroe invaded every part of her. All he’s doing is fingering me, but I feel so… overcome? Like he was the benevolent dictator of her world. Outside of the bedroom, she struggled with those ideas. Inside the bedroom? She wanted it. She wanted him to own her, to control her, to tell her what to do and punish her if she disobeyed. Alice never thought she would be that kind of woman. It went against all the feminist teachings of her life. What gave this man the right to do this to her? Other than her volition?
His fingers disappeared. She thought Monroe might replace them with his cock and finally let her come, but she remained abandoned, wondering when her master would bestow his gifts upon her again.
My master…
Alice raised her head. Light tried to penetrate the blindfold, but the world was still so dark. My master…
She yelped in surprise as one of his wet fingers dipped close to a place he had yet to touch.
“Should I do it?” Monroe wondered out loud. “If you were a virgin el
sewhere when I first had you, then why wouldn’t you be a virgin here? Has any man had you here before, Alice?”
All she could do was shake her head. She wasn’t even sure she wanted him there… yet. Was it too soon? Another sign that they were moving too fast? Alice didn’t even know how that worked. Okay, yes, I know how it works, technically. He sticks it in and fucks me there. You know what I mean! How slow should he go? How wet should she be there? Had they brought lube? Would a condom be better? Fuck!
“Relax, my pet. I’m not going to fuck you there.” Was he grinning? “Yet.”
His finger continued to tease her back entrance. Alice’s legs shook against the bed.
“You want me to do it, don’t you? You want to know what it feels like.”
Alice didn’t respond. His finger moved away.
“You’re right. Not tonight. Some other time.” He lowered his lips to her ear. “I’ll have all of you soon enough.”
Monroe shifted his weight. His cock left Alice’s back. The bed moved. Alice swayed on her knees but kept her position. He’s gone, isn’t he? Not gone from the room, but gone from the bed. Halfway across the bedroom, taking something out of his bag. That’s what Alice’s keener ears told her as she listened as closely as possible, her wet thighs begging for the man to come back and finally let her come.
Instead, something heavy landed on the bed next to her.
Her heart froze. It’s not… he’s not going to hit me with something, is he? Except that wasn’t an instrument of BDSM – or at least not that kind – touching her back and thighs as lightly as any of Monroe’s more romantic kisses. No. It was hard, cold steel, which quickly warmed as it continued to touch her hot skin.