by Cynthia Dane
“Put your hands together in front of you,” Monroe said.
The handcuffs were tight enough to make her feel the gravity of what they did, but not tight enough to hurt her. With her hands bound beneath her chest and her eyes sealed off from the world, Alice had no choice but to completely trust her boyfriend as he attached the chain holding the cuffs together to the silver loop hanging from her collar.
She could cup her hands around her face if she wanted. Alice didn’t. They remained curled in fists, knuckles grazing her chin and teeth digging softly beneath her nails. A tap to her ass reminded her that Monroe was still behind her.
And that his cock was still eager to have her.
“Remember,” he grunted, the tip of his cock easing into her, “no words, and no coming until I tell you to. Trust me, Alice.”
She may not be able to say words, but she could cry out from the divine touch sliding into her body.
Alice’s cheek rested on the pillow, hair cast across her face, across her hands, and across parts of her arm as she succumbed to being nothing more than the woman Damon Monroe had sex with. That wasn’t a terrible thing. As Alice came to realize over the past several weeks, there was a healthy amount of pride in the position. He had chosen her for this role. He had sought her out, presented his desires, and immediately followed through when Alice agreed. He wasn’t any man. He was Damon Monroe, one of the richest men in the world, the heir to an even greater fortune. He wanted Alice? For this? For more? Was it true what he said about wanting stability and knowing that the perfect woman was his wife? What even was the perfect woman?
These were the things Alice had to think about to distract her from the pleasure threatening to explode from within. Once Monroe was comfortably inside her, he unleashed his strength, hands holding fast to her hips as he fucked the life out of her.
How long had he been holding this in? Had he wanted her from the moment he saw her that day? From the moment he placed this collar around her neck? The one that declared to the world that she belonged to him? Was this what it meant to belong to him? To be at his beck and call, to follow his commands, to obey as far as she could as a woman and as a human being? What really were her limits? What were her boundaries? She hadn’t encountered them yet!
“Don’t come,” he reminded her, breathless, running on endless energy as he threatened to split her open in ways she had yet to think about. At first it was easy to not come. He hadn’t even touched her clit! Then it grew more difficult. The intimacy they shared was its own point of pleasure. The way he grunted, held her, let alone touched her inside was enough to make orgasm begin to build again. Alice didn’t even have to do anything. She was passive in all of this. The person who was fucked by an alpha male who knew exactly what he wanted – and what she wanted. Wasn’t that what she trusted him with? “Don’t come. I can feel you wanting to!”
Of course she wanted to! What, did he think she really was a machine? Sheesh!
Don’t come. Don’t come. Think of the Queen. Think of baseball. Think of soggy pot pies microwaving at one in the morning after you’ve been working at a place like Blue Bird all day. Nope. Not helping. Alice held onto those thoughts for all of five seconds before another thrust of Monroe’s cock sent her back toward the stratosphere. What was this bullshit? How fair was it to fuck her that good and tell her to not come? What was he waiting for? Didn’t men like it when women came many times, because it stroked their egos – and their damned cocks? Doesn’t he want me squeezing every drop from his cock? Come on!
She whined between her fists. Every thrust made the chain tug against her collar.
Monroe stopped long enough to pull her head up by the ponytail, her ass slamming against his lap and his cock driving hard into her depths. Alice wailed, in both pleasure and sweet discomfort, fingers uncurling and twisting against her cheeks. Monroe’s other arm hooked around her waist, hot breath and hotter words tumbling toward her brain.
“You’re doing admirably for a beginner,” he commended, grabbing her breast through the lace of her dress. “You’ve made it farther than I thought you would, anyway.” So he was waiting for her to fail? Fuck that! “It almost makes me think you’re serious about becoming my something more, Alice. You’re learning what it means to serve me. If you love it as much as I hope you do, then that’s good news for us.”
Alice whimpered, fingers tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“I know, precious. I ask a lot of you, but any woman I make mine has to be strong and have the willpower of a saint. Do you understand?”
“Yes…”
Thwack! His spank was merciless against the small purchase of ass hung over his thigh. Alice cried out again, the painful pleasure zipping through her and making her clench his cock inside of her.
“I said no words. Do you want to get spanked again?”
She did, but knew that this was not the way. The best spanks didn’t come from punishment, did they? They came as rewards.
“Good girl.” The arm around her torso moved. Alice fell forward, suspended in the air with only his impaling cock and the pull of her hair keeping her upright. Oh my God! When Monroe began to move within her again, Alice thought they would both fall to the floor, a tumbling mess of limbs and handcuffs.
They didn’t. Monroe fucked her like that, taking her with a thundering motion that hit her right in the core of her body. Still, she managed to not come. So did he.
His grip on her hair slipped. Alice fell forward, landing hard against the bed and falling off his lap. Monroe was quick to act. He rolled her over onto her back and opened her legs right back up again.
“I want you, Alice.” His feral words were only matched by the beastly way his hands tore her dress off her body, as if feasting upon her was the only way he could sustain himself. “Do you understand?” The lace fell away from her chest and shoulders, her breasts suddenly beneath his lips as they nipped and tugged against her sensitive tips. Please, please fuck me, Damon. She felt empty without him. Literally. Figuratively. Empty without him inside her body and in the depths of her head. But his cock was tragically far away from her. The man was too busy groping her breasts and losing all control across her spreading thighs. “I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you. If you don’t want me as much as I want you… I will go mad.”
She couldn’t use her words, but she could use her motions. Wrists held together, Alice touched his chin. One finger grazed his bottom lip. Her hips searched for his, vainly.
Could he sense how much she wanted him too?
Yes.
He could.
“Alice…” Monroe was on top of her, between her legs, surging into her again and again. She moaned against his lips, but refused to say a word. This wasn’t only a scene of BDSM anymore. This was crazy, unfettered, and unleashed. Alice still had rules to follow, but this was not a one-sided encounter. This was as much for her to express herself as it was for him. So what if I can’t speak or have free range of motion? She could express herself. She could find ways to show her love and devotion. And? She would.
Only now it was harder to follow those rules. The man was so close to coming that Alice couldn’t help but want to join him. Is it so wrong? How could it be?
“Don’t come,” he pleaded in her ear. “Not yet.”
She tried. Oh, did Alice try her best to obey. She had every intention to. Disappointment and subsequent punishment was not on her menu tonight. She wanted to give Monroe everything he wanted and more. She wanted to prove herself to him. I’m it. I’m yours. I’m going to be the one who keeps you forever. She didn’t have to try to be his perfect woman.
Alice already was.
Even so, she was still human.
“Ah!” There she went, falling over the edge, welcoming him so deep and hard into her body that she was a fool for him. A fool making a grievous mistake, as most fools did. Orgasm may have consumed her, but even at the crest of her pleasure she realized what she had done. For what? To feel her body t
ry to claim him the way he claimed her? You’re mine too, you know. Alice may have disobeyed, but at least one good thing – besides pleasure – would come out of it. She would make this powerful man know what it felt like for a woman to hold him inside of her for half of an eternity.
Her orgasmic victory was short lived, as she feared it would be. Shortly after feeling the brunt of such intensity fill her body, Monroe freed himself from her, forcing her legs closed and pinning her supine form beneath his.
He didn’t say anything, but from the sheer amount of musk and heat hovering around Alice’s face, she knew her punishment was coming. Monroe may not have voiced his disappointment, but he expressed it nonetheless.
One roar heralded his climax – all over her face and bare breasts.
Alice whimpered in resignation as her punishment covered her skin and dripped into her hair. The slight taste of his seed entered her mouth. Her tongue covertly licked it from her lips.
“You were so close.” Monroe got off the bed and left her like that. “I see we’ll have to step up some of our training.” Was he walking across the room? To where? The bathroom? Leaving me alone? That’s the worst punishment. “I’ll be back, my pet, but I ask you to lie like that and think about what you can do to improve. We almost achieved one of the most sacred moments we could have… too bad.”
A tear fell across Alice’s temple. The only explanation she had was that she too had felt that connection coming on, and her own inexperience made her miss it. I’ll do better next time. The fact she wanted a next time so badly was the only thing that soothed her disappointment in herself.
Chapter 7
Alice awoke first, when dawn touched her eyelids. Her arm was outstretched and her cheek still resting against Monroe’s bare chest. Fingertips ran against the fuzz on his skin, breath returning her, and her consciousness a grim reminder that things were not always grand.
Monroe had released her from her blindfold and handcuffs shortly after returning from the bathroom. Alice took a shower, without him, and spent a half hour combing her hair and replaying their encounter in her head. As Monroe watched her from the bed, he had asked, “Do you really know how radiant you are?”
No. She didn’t. She still didn’t quite believe him.
“I love you,” she muttered against his skin. Alice was glad he was still fast asleep.
She quietly got up, careful to not wake him before his alarm went off. He works so hard and sleeps so little. Even so, dawn meant he would be getting up soon. Alice pulled the hotel bathrobe on and went into the main room of the apartment, where all was quiet and peaceful. She called up room service to have breakfast delivered in time for Monroe to get up and eat. Of course, it was also for her.
When she had her thoughts to herself, it was easy to think things like I want to take care of him like he wants to take care of me. Not in the same way, but with the same conviction. He offered to take care of her financially, to give her a lavish lifestyle she could never have with another man. Anything material she could possibly want was at her disposal.
What could she do for him that was enough? Alice was thinking beyond the sexual realm now. It was clear how they served each other’s needs in the bedroom. Alice’s submissive awakening was enough to tell her that. How could she show her devotion outside of bed?
Monroe had hinted well enough at what he wanted from his future wife. He wouldn’t outright say it, but he wanted a woman who would take care of him. Run his household. Mind his children and ensure that at least one or two of them grew up competent enough to take over the company. Greet him warmly when he came home and make sure he was comfortable after being the big bad corporate wolf all day. That may include a blowjob in front of the fireplace.
Alice had spent the last few weeks thinking about her own life ambitions. What did she really want? Her “career” as a hostess was going nowhere. The best she could ever do was open her own business and hope for the best, or run a big show like The Dark Hour. Big whoop. Perhaps a nice husband would be in there somewhere. Maybe two or three kids. A house. Two cars. A simple life in the suburbs or a medium sized town.
I wouldn’t mind being the housewife of a billionaire. Alice wanted more, of course, but there were plenty of new challenges to face in that life to last her a while. Then she could tackle other things. Doubtlessly she would make connections and garner some ideas while married to Damon Monroe. What she wanted to do now, career wise, would be very different a few years from now. Who knew? Maybe she would learn some things about his business.
First, though, she would arrange breakfast.
Second, she would reenter the bedroom and begin laying out her boyfriend’s clothes, already picked out the night before. Usually Ms. Clayborn did this for him, but that woman was still asleep, or so Alice assumed. That was one less thing for both of those hard workers to do. Besides, she liked the feel of his clothes between her fingers.
She placed his shoes by the bed. She went into the bathroom and lined up his grooming materials, another thing he usually didn’t keep track of. Monroe may have been meticulous, but he was used to having other people do things for him. Alice didn’t mind being that person.
By the time she went back to bed, sleep hanging from her eyes, she felt pretty damn good about herself. At the very least, she hoped it would partially make up for the night before.
***
“Thank you for arranging things for me,” the text Alice read three hours later said. “Ms. Clayborn thanks you as well. Because of your foresight, I will have plenty of time to rehearse for my presentation this morning.”
Another text waited for her as well. “I will be out very late tonight. You will need to have dinner on your own. I am sorry. There are no plans for us today. Take this time to do as you please, and to think about us. We’ll resume your training tomorrow.”
Was this another punishment? Was Monroe removing himself from her life (for one whole day, the poor dear) because she disobeyed him? Or was this always the plan? I really should start learning his schedule. If he had to be out late, then it was probably for work. What the hell did he do, exactly?
Dee was the only other person in the apartment. At least this time Alice expected her.
“You all right?” the bodyguard asked, as Alice glumly sat at the table. “Who I gotta punch? Just don’t say Mr. Monroe. I know a guy who could punch him for you, though.”
Alice laughed for the first time all day. “Nothing’s really wrong. Personal stuff.”
“With the boyfriend, hm? Like I said. Know a guy.”
“Are you supposed to say that kind of stuff about him?”
“About who? Your boyfriend or the guy I know?”
Alice shrugged. “Either one, I guess.”
“Don’t think you heard me say anything, ma’am.”
“You’re right. I didn’t.”
Alice had no idea what to do with her day. There were a million things waiting for her in Chicago, but all she could think about was Monroe and their relationship. So, while Dee sighed in boredom, Alice sat at the table with coffee and a plaintive expression on her face. The morning turned into the afternoon, and Alice still had no answers.
“Think it’s time to go out,” she finally announced. “Mind coming with me?”
“Whatever you want. Mr. Monroe should have a car for you on hand.”
Alice didn’t want to drive around Chicago. She wanted to walk, damnit. Put on some comfortable flats and take in a new city. Maybe shop a little. Take pictures on her phone. Pretend that she and Dee were BFFs instead of bodyguard and charge. Think about my boyfriend. Every time Alice encountered a businessman in a smart suit, she thought of the man she was falling in love with – or at least was already in love with.
She wore a blouse with a high neck, but she had slipped the collar on beneath it. The silver loop rubbed against the fabric of her blouse, reminding her that Monroe could put whatever he wanted there. Like a leash.
Alice stopped in the middl
e of the sidewalk and stared at the concrete in front of her. She imagined him leading her through downtown Chicago on a leash, of all things. I don’t know how I feel about that. No, not in public. That would not be allowed in public.
Well, not downtown Chicago public, anyway.
She didn’t know if it was dinner or not, but she had a meal in a sweet looking café sporting sandwiches and soups from around the world. A true New England girl at heart, she ordered the clam chowder and internally declared it passable but nothing like the real thing.
“I’m gonna duck into the bathroom real quick,” Dee said. “Gotta see a man about a horse. You be okay for five minutes?”
“Sure.”
“All right. Don’t tell the boss, ‘kay?”
“You take care of what you need to.” Alice wasn’t going to tell a woman she couldn’t go to the damn bathroom.
Dee wasn’t in the ladies’ room for five seconds before the reason for her existence became stupidly apparent.
“What are you doing!” The busy café suddenly became a prison as the crazy woman from not too long ago sat in the chair across from Alice. “I told you to get away from those people!”
Alice, who was frozen to her seat and struggling to even breathe, dropped her spoon in her half-eaten clam chowder. “Y… you!” Where had she come from? Had she been following Alice? Holy shit! All the way out here in Chicago? “I know who you are.” That’s what Alice hissed as she lowered both her head and voice. “You’re Julia Monroe, aren’t you?”
“Hmph.” The woman pulled at her crinkly red hair in lieu of spitting in Alice’s food. “I’ve been legally advised to no longer use that name. I was born a Johnson, and I’m to die that way, if my ex-shitfuck for brains has anything to do with it.”
“You mean Russell?”
“Russell! He can choke on a dog’s dick like he tried to make me choke on smoke!”