by Fox, Alyssa
Chapter Three
Hadn’t her ex shown her that no man could be trusted to take total control, and now her boss wanted her to do this for a weekend? On top of that, why had she said yes? She stood at her mirror and turned from side to side to make sure her jeans looked okay. Lisa glanced down at her watch. Roland would be here any moment. He knocked at the door. Speak of the devil.
Those jeans and the gray t-shirt he wore hugged his body. She wanted to rip his clothes off now and have sex with him. Her girly parts tingled at the thought.
“You ready to go, mi princesa.”
She went to grab her suitcase but he reached for it first. After she locked up her house they made their way to his black BMW. He opened the door for her, put her bag into the trunk, and then got into the driver’s seat. Once they got on the main road she finally asked, “What does mi princesa mean? Did I even say it right?”
He gave her a sideways glanced and smiled. “You did. It means my princess.”
The words hit her hard and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. She didn’t understand why he called her that. Maybe he used the name for those he trained. Her body warmed when he did use the endearment on her. No feelings—no reading anything into the words or what happened this weekend. This would be a casual business trip. Except, she had a feeling it would be anything but that. At least now she’d be able to check on the cake, photographer and flowers to make sure the ceremony went smoothly.
“Stop thinking so hard.”
She drew her brows together and tilted her head to the side. “How did you know?”
“When you’re deep in thought your nose scrunches up and you twist your lip just the slightest. It’s cute really.”
Normally she’d be embarrassed that he noticed she did such ugly things with her face, but she didn’t feel so bad after he said it was cute. She rubbed her wet palms on her jeans and looked out the window before she responded. He cut her off.
“You’re wondering why I called you my princess, aren’t you?”
“A little,” she whispered.
“That’s how I see you. Sweet, loving, wanting someone to protect you—to cherish you.”
She pressed a hand to her chest. Had this man been inside her home and found her diary? Those were some characteristics she had written down that she wanted in a man. Except it finding a man who would make her feel this way became harder and harder. Not often did she find herself without words to speak, but he’d done it to her.
She’d not even told her closest friends what she desired. On her night stand erotic books about dominant men and their submissives. Lisa longed for a man to take control, so she could explore her fantasy of being a submissive. The one time she had expressed interest, well, it hadn’t ended well, so she kept a tight lid on what she truly wanted. No man would truly understand what she wanted or needed.
“That’s not me.” She gazed down at her hands as they rested on her lap. He pulled into a parking space. “What are we doing here?”
“It is you, and you’ll see soon enough. We’re here to get you a dress and some other things for this weekend,” he said matter-of-factly and got out of the car.
She got out and caught up with him as he opened the door for her. Her heart melted a little at the small gesture. “I already have a dress.”
“Yes, well, I’ve seen what you wear at times.” Blood boiled in her veins at his words. She didn’t see a thing wrong with what she wore. They covered her body and didn’t leave her parts exposed like a street walker. She swirled around to tell him, but he spoke to the sales lady and told her what he wanted.
“Something to show off her curves.” Roland pressed his hands against her hips as he spoke. She speared him with a glare. He had to be out of his mind if he thought she’d wear material tight against her hips. Hell no.
“No. Not happening.”
“Yes. Trust me.” His voice low against her ear caused the hairs on her skin to rise. She wanted to laugh at the word trust. Yeah, that had totally gotten her somewhere before with her ex-boyfriend. It had gotten her thrown on her ass, scared emotionally and all her money drained from her bank account. Except with Roland, something beckoned from deep within to let go. She couldn’t put her finger on it or why. She pulled herself to her full length and followed the pretty model-looking blonde to the dressing room. This one time, she’d humor him, but he’d be disappointed because it wouldn’t look good on her.
“I pulled these three dresses for you to try on,” said the sales clerk. “Let me know if you need any help.” She smiled at Lisa before she left and closed to door.
Lisa picked up the first piece and nearly lost it there and then. Her big hips would never fit into the dress. She quickly dressed and stared at herself in the mirror. The halter-top hugged against her body and the pink fabric flared at the bottom. A silver belt accented the dress and emphasized the curve of her waist. She wasn’t sure how she liked the dress. It was defiantly out of her comfort zone. A knock came at the door.
“I’ll be out in a moment,” she called back. Who could it be?
“Open the door,” Roland commanded.
Lisa twisted the knob and stuck her head out enough to see what he wanted. “What do you need?”
He dangled a pair of pink heels off his fingers. “You’ll need these.” He pulled the door open, came in, and shut it behind him.
“Thank you,” she took the shoes from him and put them on. “You can go now.”
“Stand up and let me see the dress. Now, or I’m going to spank your ass until its red.”
Lisa placed her hands on her hips. “You wouldn’t.” No, he wouldn’t lay a hand on her. A man would never do that to her again. She’d fight with all she had inside before it happened. He wouldn’t have that much control over her.
Roland crossed his arms and raised his brow, and that caused her to drop her eyes. “Try me, mi princesa. I like the dress. You look hot in it.”
His words washed over her like a summer rain after a long drought. She lifted her head and smiled at him. He came to stand behind her. With his right hand, he trailed a fingertip along her exposed back. Her body tingled as he continued the torture against her skin. She arched into him.
“Stay still.”
“Okay.”
He stopped the movement. “You say, yes Sir, little one.” His voice had dropped an octave into a sexy growl, making her panties dampen.
“Yes sir.” Lisa corrected herself.
“Good girl.” He began again with his fingernail against her skin. Her breath became a little jagged with his touch. Fire started low in her clit and fanned its way out, until she felt nothing else in her body but this. This man had her on the edge and he’d only touched her with his fingernail. Who would of known something as simple as that could be so erotic?
She dropped her head as he lifted her dress and undid his pants. The zipper became the only sound in the room. She knew people were on the other side of the door, but they didn’t matter in this moment. His hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him. His cock rested against her ass and she wanted to move her hips to have him go deep, but she held still. The warning from earlier played in her mind to keep still. It became harder as he continued the torture against her body. With his free hand, he tugged on her panties and ripped them from her body.
She gasped in shock. “I needed those,” she whispered.
“No. When we’re alone there will be nothing between us. I want your pussy bare, so when I want to take you, I can.” Hunger for him hit her between the eyes. The way he commanded her had her aching for more of his touch. There wasn’t a room he didn’t control when he stepped inside, and it seemed it would be the same with her body. His presence demanded compliance and she couldn’t stop herself from letting go. She knew if she let him he would crawl deep inside of her mind, body and soul. He would take every ounce of her submission.
After what seemed like hours he slid deep inside of her. She moaned and gasped fr
om how full he made her feel.
“Hands on the wall, if they drop from position then I stop fucking you. Do you understand, mi princesa?”
“Yes Sir, she whispered.
He started to thrust deep inside of her. Her eyes closed and her mouth parted. Roland fucked her hard as he rubbed her hard nub. She bucked against him and lifted her ass to meet him as he plunged deep inside of her. Lisa had never felt so filled by a man before. He had to be the biggest man she’d ever taken. Her hands began to slip and she quickly fixed them. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to be a good girl and do as he had told her.
Roland added pressure as he rubbed her clit hard. She moaned loudly and didn’t care who heard her. His hot breath rushed over her body. “Not so loud. Quiet. That’s it.” She complied with what he commanded of her, and with strength she didn’t even know she had lowered her voice and moans. Shivers of pleasure ripped over her body from the way he whispered against her ear. Lisa closed her mouth and tried hard to be quiet, but it became harder as he took her closer to her release.
“Cum, mi princesa.”
She pushed against him until she felt nothing but him all around her. She writhed in his arms. No man had ever made her cum from telling her to do so, but she had met anyone like her boss before. He tightened his hold as he released deep inside of her. They stayed that way for a few moments until their breathing returned to normal. He pulled out and righted himself as she did the same.
Chapter Four
Later that night…
Roland had Lisa in his arms as they danced at the reception. She’d relaxed a lot since he’d picked her up earlier. Her head rested against his chest as he led them across the dance floor. His sister’s wedding had gone off without any problems, all thanks to her. He tilted her head up as they swayed and lowered his lips to hers.
He traced hers until she opened to him. She sighed into his mouth and he plunged deep into hers. He’d never be able to get enough of her. The taste of peaches assaulted his senses as he ate from her mouth. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. He felt her hard nipples through her dress against his dress shirt, and she melted like putty in his hands. He needed her like he needed air to breath. She completed him and he’d been afraid of it for weeks, so much so that he’d worked outside the office as much as he could.
Just one touch from her had been all he needed to know she’d be his forever. He needed to show her they belonged to one another. She’d already shot straight to his heart and wouldn’t let go. He prayed he had the same affect on her that she had on him. He also sensed a problem from her past held her back and he wanted to know it, so he could help her past it.
Roland pulled back and smiled as she opened her dazed-filled eyes. Her lips swollen from being well kissed, need showed on her face, just the way he liked her. He took her hand in his and led her away from the party and into the elevator. She pressed her back against the wall and he stepped into her personal space, but he had to pull back when another couple came inside. Damn. He’s wanted to take her hard and fast before they got to his room. His cock had become hard and painful against his zipper. She had no clue the way she had him wanting her every few moments. He always wanted to be balls deep inside of her sweet pussy. Earlier at the store had been the best sexual experience that he ever had, and it had all been because of her.
At this rate he might not ever get his fill of her before the weekend ended. He planned on making the relationship last longer than the weekend. She had him thinking about starting a family and settling down. Forget about all the submissives that begged him to take them on. No. He didn’t want them. He only had eyes for Lisa. He wanted her as his. Since he had hired her and had gone to train the other girls he’d always pictured her.
The doors opened and he led them out and down the hallway.
He kissed her, picked her up in his arms, and shut the door behind them. She struggled in his arms for a few moments and then relaxed. He’d show her there was nothing about her curves to be ashamed of. Roland loved to feel of them in his hands. He’d watched other men stare at her and she hadn’t even noticed tonight. He had smiled at those men as he silently said, she’s mine and coming home with me. The dress hugged against her like a second skin, and he’d put a hold on his instinct to rip it from her body in front of everyone. He let go of her and let her slide down his body, so she felt how much he wanted her.
“Take your clothes off, fold them and then hand them to me.” He took a step back and watched as she processed what he said. Confusion marred her face for a spilt second. Almost like she had forgotten that she’d agreed to be his submissive for the weekend. Most times he would have spanked for the hesitation but this time he would let it pass since she hadn’t done this before.
Lisa shimmied out of her dress. The way her hips wiggled with the movements had him wanting to take her now, but he had to take things slow with her, and not push her too hard too fast. She folded her clothes and placed them in his hand. He put them on the nightstand. Those fuck-me shoes made her look so hot, as she waited for her next command. Her hands started to come in front of her body to cover and at the last moment she put them at her side. Good girl.
“On your knees.” He took his clothes off as she did as instructed. Roland took his cock in his hand and began to stroke. Her gazed became reverted on the action. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips. “Suck me.”
She turned scared-filled eyes on him and shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Tell me why?” He knew it couldn’t be because it didn’t turn her on. He saw the way she watched him touch his cock. She wanted him, plain and simple.
“I don’t know how.” The internal struggle going on deep inside became apparent on her features. He smiled and cupped her cheek in his palm. His hand covered most of her cheek. She was so delicate and had no clue just how lovely she looked. He didn’t care she had some curves. Roland loved her curves something to hold onto as he fucked her. The contrast of his dark skin against her ivory flesh was a beautiful thing to him.
“I’ll teach you.”
She sank to her knees and sighed in relief. He guided her to his cock and she opened her mouth for him to slide inside. Fuck! Her hot mouth about killed him and she hadn’t even done anything to him yet. “Suck on my hard cock, almost like a you would a popsicle.”
Lisa took him deeper into her mouth. She pulled back and then went forward again. This might be her first time giving head, but hell, she had a talented tongue. Pleasure soared through his body as heat infused itself behind it. He liked the idea of being her first, and he wanted to be her only. Roland thrust his fingers into her hair as she continued to go after him like a starved animal that wanted to be let free.
“That’s it, mi princesa. Take my hard dick all the way to the back of your throat. When I push in, you swallow.” She planted her hands on his thighs and did as he told her to. Lisa had a slut side, and he’d bring her out to play when they were alone. He wanted a lady in public and a freak in the sheets.
His balls hugged against his body and he relished the way she made him feel. She brought her attention to him as she continued to take more and more of him. Trust shined back at him from her eyes. Her chest went up and down as she tried to breath. He cupped her cheek in his free hand. His heart burst open as he let go of the heavily guarded control he always had in a scene. He loved her. Lisa had snuck past his radar and wrapped herself around him without him realizing it had happened. In three short weeks, he’d met and fallen for her. Her gurgling caused him to shove his thought aside. “Swallow. That’s it. Good girl.”
Lisa sat back on her heels and he helped her to her feet. He led her to the bed and told her to lie down. He wanted to give her the same pleasure she’d given him. Roland leaned over her and kissed his way down her spine. In between the kisses he left love bites, alternating from biting to kissing. Her breathing became ragged and her moans loud.
“Do you like when I bite your bac
k?” He didn’t need to ask to know but he wanted to hear the words from her.
“Yes, Sir.”
With his tongue he licked up her spine and parted her thighs with his other hand. Her juices coated her legs. He slid two fingers deep into her pussy and they pulled him in, milking him. So hot. Her tight cunt wrapped around him like a woman who hadn’t had sex in months, and yet, they’d fucked earlier this afternoon. The thought of her being this tight turned him on even more. He circled around her clit as he body jerked from the response. Over and over he kissed her satin skin and worked her hard nub. When she came close to her release he pulled back. He wanted her on edge for the next part.
From their conversation in the office, he knew spanking had turned her on. He positioned her ass until it rose in the air a little.
“You tell me if you can’t handle something. We’ll stop and talk about it. Understand?”
“Yes sir.”
He dragged his hand down her back and she arched into his touch. Roland massaged her globes, loving the feel of them in his hands. He spanked her on her right ass cheek and then the left. She stiffened under his touch and then relaxed. He landed one between her thighs where she’d feel it when she sat.
Lisa shot up and glared at him. “Stop.” Unshed tears stared back at him.
“What’s the matter?” He didn’t understand what had happened. She’d been turned on and into the scene and then this. He needed to know what had happened.
“Spanking. I can’t do what you like a woman to do in the bedroom.” She grabbed her clothes and dressed quickly. He did the same and touched her arm, but she pulled away from his touch. Roland didn’t understand what happened. His gut told him this had nothing to do with what he wanted, but everything to do with what had happened to her in the past. Some asshole had hurt her.
“Let’s sit down and talk.”