Control Me

by Shanora Williams

  “I should have, considering all that’s wrong in this situation…”

  He lifted a brow. “But?”

  “But,” I breathed, curling my fingers around his neck. “…I decided to take a chance for once. And I couldn’t wait.”

  He grinned. “Mmm.” His grin slowly evaporated as he leaned in closer, skimming his nose across my jawline. He pulled me in tighter, gluing our bodies together. I molded myself within the hard contours of his stature, hanging onto him even tighter. My eyes traveled down to his lips, and as if he’d read my mind, he whispered, “Kiss me.”

  Those two words were all I needed to hear. I leaned forward and crushed his lips. His parted for an immediate taste, but I held back, teasing. He groaned, sliding the palms of his hands down my waist and picking me up. I eased my legs around him as he stumbled away from the bed and towards the nearest wall. My back hit the wall with gentle force, and I moaned as he rocked his hardening cock against me.

  “This was what I wanted… more of you,” he said as our lips parted. He was breathless, and so was I. But I dove in for more, grinding my womanhood against the rock in his pants.

  Carlos paused briefly to undo the rest of his shirt and toss it to the floor. He then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, allowing them to slide down his powerful legs. I was amazed that he’d done all that without once placing me on my feet. After tearing open the foil of a condom with his teeth and gliding it down his massive length, he met my eyes and lowered my body. His tip poked at my entrance, and I drew in a breath, unsure about whether I was truly ready to feel this again.

  As if he sensed my uneasiness, he whispered, “Don’t worry, Mya. Let me take care of you.”

  I nodded, and he engulfed my lips, clutching my ass in his strong hands. As he tasted my mouth, swirling his tongue along the roof and toying with mine, he slid me onto a portion of his hard length, and a soft gasp escaped me. He didn’t stop though. And I was glad because I didn’t want him to. I wanted to spare us both the awkwardness.

  This was just sex.

  Just sex.

  He stroked his way in with ease, and a hiss slipped through his clenched teeth as he held onto my ass tighter. “Even wetter than before.” His silky voice was deep, encouraging my womanhood to constrict. Bringing his hands up and holding onto my hips, he deepened his strokes, quickening them until he’d composed a steady rhythm.

  I gasped and moaned from the feel of him. It was even better this time around. My fingers ran down his back as I leaned forward, syncing with him. Pulling me away from the wall, he stumbled towards the bed and placed me on my back, still buried deep inside me. Then he parted my legs, staring down at me with those steely brown eyes. His pace was quicker, and soon, he started to slam his way inside me, nostrils flared.

  My entire body was alert, my mouth releasing words and sounds I couldn’t control. “I don’t know why I couldn’t stop thinking about your pussy, Mya,” Carlos said through grunts. “I don’t know what it was about this pussy that made me want more, but I don’t plan on figuring it out anytime soon.” He gripped my thighs hard, driving deeper, causing my back to arch. Then, he leaned forward, his lips on my ear and his hips still grinding, and said, “Your. Pussy. Is. Fucking. Incredible.”

  And just like that, the guttural dominance in his voice forced my back to arch, and I cried out in ecstasy, releasing myself and drenching his pulsing cock.

  “Fuck. So damn wet,” he said, a hint of weakness in his voice. Was he really that weak for me? For sex with me? In only a matter of seconds, Carlos’s body tensed, and he sighed my named, jolting as he released. The bed rocked as he somewhat collapsed on top of me. We panted through the moment, a satisfied grin on my face. I’d been waiting all day for that, and it was nothing short of amazing.

  Sweat trickled from his forehead and landed on my shoulder. He placed his lips on my collarbone and left a warm kiss there. I smiled gently, reaching up and swiping most of the beads of sweat away from his face.

  As if I’d caught him off guard, his eyes locked with mine for a brief moment, and the air around us seemed to diminish. Suddenly, my lungs felt empty. Like I couldn’t breathe. In this moment, however, breathing wasn’t necessary. There was a burning desire in his eyes, as if he wanted more… so much more. And there was a thumping in my chest that proved I’d be more than willing to give him that—more of me, possibly all of me if it came down to it.

  Wait…

  Shit.

  No.

  No!

  Abruptly shoving him aside, I hopped from the bed and rushed to my suitcase in the corner. “I um… I need to clean myself up,” I murmured without looking back.

  I clumsily made my way into the bathroom, and just as I turned and clutched the doorknob, I caught a glimpse of his confused expression. What the hell was he so confused about? This was just sex. It’s all he wanted from me tonight, right? He wanted to satisfy his craving for me, and I for him. I hoped he’d already satisfied his because I was starting to regret this decision already. This was a bad idea, and I knew it from the start, but like the fool I was, I went along with it.

  I, of all people, knew there was no such thing as “just sex” when it came to women. Women get attached easily, and always to the simplest of things. All he and I did was have a quaint dinner on a balcony, lock eyes after going at it on the bed like jackrabbits, and, already, I was getting bubbly. I’m sure my actions had caught him completely off guard, but I couldn’t risk this. Not again.

  Carlos’s lips parted as if he were going to speak, but I closed the door and locked it before he could contemplate the thought any further. Turning, I pressed my back against the heavy door and slid downward, shutting my eyes. I inhaled a deep breath, then swallowed hard after releasing it.

  “I’ll order some wine.” It was obvious he was on his way out of the room. His voice sounded distant and… perplexed. Guilt swirled through me, but I did my best to overlook it and started the shower.

  As I washed, I knew I had to call Claire once I had the chance. This was a bad, bad idea. And it was sad that I’d already sucked myself into round one. I had to get out of this while I still had my guard up. This couldn’t happen to me again.

  ISSUES

  After my shower, I realized I’d gotten a little out of hand, and as I got dressed, I hoped he was still around. I knew there was no reason to explain myself since this was simply the two of us having a good time, but it was in my nature. I didn’t like to leave things up in the air.

  Unfortunately, as I entered the TV room, Carlos was nowhere to be found. A defeated sigh escaped me as I stepped back into the bedroom, noticing his suit jacket and keys were gone and there was no ordered bottle of wine. Damn. No wine? He could’ve at least left it to allow me to drown in my own pity.

  Great. I scared him off. Or maybe he just wasn’t in the mood to deal with me while I was so high on emotion. This was my fault. I couldn’t leave it like this. I’d had a long day, and I needed some rest, but I promised myself as soon as the sun came up I was heading to his office to fix this.

  ***

  I slept like shit, and I felt like shit. My lady parts were sore and tingly; my eyes were heavy and low. It was nearing seven in the morning. A filter of sunlight stretched across the bed, and I ran my hand through it, sighing before I lifted myself up and craned my legs on the edge of the mattress. My phone buzzed on the nightstand as I stood to my feet. A text from Claire:

  Claire: How are things going with Mr. Montero? ;)

  I pressed my lips and tossed my phone on the bed, ignoring her. I knew she was just checking in, but this wasn’t a good time to update. If I told Claire about my slight meltdown, she would’ve begged me to come home right away.

  Truthfully, I didn’t want to go back to Chicago yet. While I slept, I dreamt of Carlos and all of his naked glory. In my dreams, I could feel everything. The way he slipped his thick cock between my legs. The way he tasted me while clutching my hips, making sure to get every last juic
y drop. I couldn’t fight this feeling. I wanted more. I was hungry for that man, and as much as I didn’t want to be, I couldn’t help myself.

  After freshening up a bit and tossing on my favorite pink sundress and wedges, I snatched up my purse and the hotel key, stopped by the kitchen to make a quick cup of coffee, and then I was headed out… to see Mr. Montero.

  ***

  The building was quite busy as I entered. My heart thumped like a jackrabbit as I boarded the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. I was nervous. There were so many questions running through my head. How would he react to seeing me? What would he say? What would his excuse be for leaving last night? Would he even make up an excuse, or would he be blunt about it? As always, I feared the unknown—the unanswered questions.

  As the elevator chimed and the doors shot open though, all fear and anxiety vanished. Only a few feet away stood Carlos, talking with an older man in a white button-down shirt and khakis. As always, Carlos looked stunning in his tailored suit. The suit was all black and sleek with a vest to match and a chocolate brown tie as smooth as his eyes. As the doors sealed behind me, Carlos’s head turned only a fraction. His eyes glued to mine, and he stopped talking for a brief moment, running his gaze up and down the length of my body. I fidgeted as he and the man he spoke with looked in my direction. Then Carlos turned away and said something to the man. The man nodded, walking away from him and past me. I watched as the man passed by me, pressing the button for the elevator. Once he entered the cart and the doors closed, I turned in Carlos’s direction again.

  He was staring right at me, his eyes shimmering from the filter of sunlight that bounced off the glossy marble floors. “Didn’t expect you to arrive so early,” he murmured.

  I swallowed before speaking. “But you were expecting me…”

  A hint of a smile graced his lips. “I knew you would show up soon.” He turned his head. “Jane,” he called from a distance.

  “Yes, Mr. Montero?” Jane responded.

  “Hold everyone and everything off until I’m finished with Ms. Sterling, please.”

  “Yes sir.” I glanced at Jane, and she sat back down in her seat, fighting a smile.

  Carlos looked me over again then turned around, motioning with two flicks of his finger for me to follow him. I followed him down the hallway almost immediately, way too eager to be around this man and too embarrassed to remain standing in Jane’s sight.

  He stood by the door and ushered me inside his office. Trailing closely behind, he pushed the door closed. I wasn’t sure whether to remain standing or to sit, but without hesitation, Carlos walked around me and took the chair behind his desk, adjusting the cuffs of his suit. His gaze was hard, and I fidgeted on my heels, lowering my line of vision. I had to speak. It was obvious that’s what he was waiting for.

  “Carlos… about last night—”

  He cleared his throat, shaking his head and interrupting me. “No need to explain yourself. I got the message loud and clear.”

  My eyebrows stitched. “What do you mean?”

  He looked at me briefly before pushing from his chair and walking around his desk. When he met at my side, his chest pressed against my arm. Lifting a hand, he twirled a lock of my black hair around his finger and then he leaned forward. Gooseflesh climbed up my arms as he whispered, “It’s simple. I just have to tame you.”

  “Tame me?”

  “Yes,” he breathed.

  “W-what do you mean?”

  “Get you in order. Control you. Make you understand what this truly is.” The back of his hand ran down my jawline. I shut my eyes briefly as his warm, earthy cologne filled my lungs.

  I blinked. “I’ve just… I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  “I know.”

  I could feel his smirk. “So why me?”

  Carlos chuckled low and deep, causing my core to clench. Then, before I knew it, the back of my dress was unzipped, and a gush of cool air ran down my spine. I shivered, but not in an uncomfortable way. The fingers of one of his hands trailed down my back, the other lowering the shoulder strap of my dress.

  “The answer is simple, Mya,” he murmured into my ear. Once my straps were removed, my dress puddled around my feet, and I gasped. But he continued. “I’m attracted to you. I was attracted to you from the moment I laid eyes on you. And when I saw you, I knew I had to have you. The fact that I didn’t get enough in Key West speaks volumes. But trust me…,” he said, his voice low and highly intoxicating. “I know you didn’t get enough either. This is all new to you, and I understand that. But—” He tugged me against him with a heavy grunt, whirling me around in his arms so our eyes could meet. I blinked rapidly, my heart drumming against my rib cage. His eyelids were low, his warm eyes focused on my mouth. “—what you have to understand is that we are just fulfilling our needs. Nothing more, nothing less. Whether you realize it or not, you enjoy submitting to me, and I enjoy taking over and dominating you. It’s the perfect combination. We’ll have a good time together, but we’ll share no feelings. No attachments will be made. No hooks will be latched. I will own you for the rest of the time you’re here, and then you will leave. And it’ll be like nothing ever happened. Understand?”

  Although I nodded, the idea of that seemed really low. Like nothing ever happened? How could I act like it never happened when he was my best yet? How could I forget about something so daring and risky, yet so enticing and amazing? The truth is, I wasn’t going to be able to. I could pretend it never happened, but I would never forget it.

  Pretending was okay. I could pretend… but for how long?

  Before I could ponder on that question, Carlos led me to a tall black chair in the corner and ordered me to bend over. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was standing in his office half-naked. He was giving commands, and I was going through with them. I thought I was much stronger than this. Perhaps I was wrong about myself, but the undeniable truth of the matter was that I didn’t mind his demands. In fact, I enjoyed them. They made me tingle in all the right places. They made me horny and wet. Insane, but in a good way. Submissive? Yes. He was right. I wanted to give it all to him.

  As I bent over the chair, Carlos’s pants unzipped and hit the floor. He stepped forward, pressing his now hard cock against my ass. I licked my lips but kept my gaze forward. My legs were wobbling horribly on my wedge heels, my heart racing like it never had before.

  Circling his hips, Carlos grinded his cock against me, running the palm of his hand up the arch of my back. “It’s crazy how bad I want you,” he said. “Things like this were only supposed to happen in the hotel room I reserved for you.”

  I smiled at the thought of that. We were breaking rules—crossing boundaries. This was good. Carlos took off his suit jacket and tossed it on his desk. Next was his vest and dress shirt, and then he said, “I’ll make this quick. I have a meeting in twenty minutes.”

  I knew it wouldn’t take me anywhere near twenty minutes to be satisfied. Carlos, on the other hand, I didn’t know. He was patient when it came to fucking—fluid-like. It seemed almost unnatural in a man, but with him, it was okay.

  Leaning forward, Carlos hovered above me, gripping my waist. “You’re protected, I assume?” he asked.

  I nodded. “I am.”

  “Good. I hate condoms. I need to feel you squeeze around me.” His lips touched my shoulder blade, and one of his fingers slipped between my thighs, running through my slit. “Mmm,” he groaned. I clenched. “You’re so wet, Mya. You don’t make this difficult for me at all.”

  “Should I make it more difficult?” I questioned in a breathy whisper. There we go… the daring Mya was back.

  “That’s for you to decide. I don’t mind a little chase. Either way, I’ll get what I want.” With those words, his finger glided inside me, and I gasped, clutching the edge of the chair. A groan rattled in his throat as he gently kissed my other shoulder blade, almost as if he was calming me down. “Just feel it,” he whispe
red, rubbing the pad of his thumb across my nub in slow circles. “Just focus on what I do to your body. Focus on how good I’m making you feel.”

  I sighed and buckled a bit, sealing my eyes. My hips started to rotate as I craved for him to go a little deeper. He was holding back. He knew what I desired. What I really wanted was him inside me, but his fingers would do for now… until it was time.

  “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Carlos whispered in my ear, thrusting a little deeper.

  My lips separated as his cock poked against the arch of my back. “I want you,” I breathed.

  “To do what?”

  “Take me…”

  “Mmm… take you?”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Do you want me to make you scream?” he asked, applying slight pressure to my throbbing nub.

  I knew it would be pretty embarrassing to scream, but in that moment, I didn’t care. I just wanted him inside me. I was aching with need, dripping with pure pleas for his rapture. My legs wobbled like wet spaghetti, my nipples fully pebbled beneath my lacy, tan bra. I realized I hadn’t responded to Carlos’s question. My mind and body were completely lost in the moment, so he asked again. “Do you want me to make you scream, Mya?” This time an ounce of aggressive bass lined his voice.

  “Yes... I do,” I finally responded.

  Carlos’s hand palmed my back, and he pressed down until I was flat on my stomach. Luckily, the chair was sturdy, but just to be sure, I gripped the railings beneath. Removing his two fingers from my slick channel, he brought them in front of me and touched my lip. “Taste yourself,” he murmured. “Taste how fucking sweet you are.”

  Oh. God. Was he serious? He wanted me to taste my own juices? But… why? I’d never tasted myself before. There was honestly no need to. “Carlos,” I began to protest.

  He slid his finger into my mouth before I could say anything more. His finger landed on my tongue, and the tangy liquid spread across my taste buds. I admit, it wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t right either. This man was outrageous.