Selling His Mansion: Her Brand Spanking New Listing

by Roberts, Alicia

  “Are you sure?”

  As he continued to stroke her swollen lower lips, the pressure was building up again, faster than she’d expected, and leaving her feeling frustrated and annoyed at this man who took too long.

  “Yes,” she said, but he just continued to stroke her and tease her. “Yes, yes, yes – hurry up.”

  He chuckled, and she felt him position the tip of his cock against her entrance. “Well. If you insist.”

  He slid in slowly, stretching her out and filling her up. She moaned out loud – the rope, the spanking, and the recent orgasm had combined to leave her far more sensitive than she’d expected.

  Derek pulled out slowly, and slammed into her, hard. She moaned out loud, and as he started to slam into her over and over again, she realized that he would ride her long and hard, until she was exhausted and sore.

  His strokes grew faster and faster, and before long, Tracey felt her body shudder under his, and she enjoyed the rush of her second climax. Her walls clamped down around Derek’s cock, and he gave a short groan and came inside her.

  After a few moments, he moved out and lay down, and pulled her close to him. They lay together for a few minutes, his arms wrapped around her, breathing rapidly and trying to come back to the real world.

  ***

  As Tracey grew used to the sensation of pain, soreness and bliss, she began to wonder about her professional relationship with Derek. It would be an amazing commission for her, but…

  “Are you sure you want to sell Manor House? It’s so amazing and the market really isn’t favorable.”

  The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself. She sounded so intense and serious, and her words seemed incongruous in the setting – they were still naked in each other’s arms, and she had just enjoyed the best orgasms ever. Derek burst out laughing, and Tracey followed soon, with an embarrassed giggle.

  He kissed her cheek and said, “I’d like you to continue listing it.”

  Derek rose and entered the bathroom at the end of the room. She heard water running and in a few moments he was back out and fully dressed, looking as impeccable as ever.

  “I hate to rush off but I’ve got several meetings lined up this evening. Please help yourself to anything in the home and take as many pictures and videos as you need.” He leaned over and brushed her sticky hair from her face. “Call you tomorrow.”

  And with that, he walked out of the tower.

  Tracey whispered to his back, barely audible even to herself, “And please make use of my services…”

  Chapter Five

  True to his word, Mr. Wahlstrom rang up early the next morning. He wasn’t ready to talk about anything from the night before except business. “Good morning. I’d like to take Manor House off the market.”

  He was direct and she had to admire him for it, even if it confused the hell out of her.

  “But we haven’t even gotten it listed yet. Don’t you want to see what you can get for it? The comps are showing a listing price at more than 3 million…”

  His reaction was fast and sharp, hurting Tracey’s feelings more than she dared to admit.

  “I’ve decided not to sell and I’m really not going to change my mind. Don’t press the issue, Miss. Prescott. You reminded me the home has been in my family far too long to try and sell in such a poor market. Thank you. I’ll send someone over to sign anything if you need me to.”

  The other end of the line was very quiet as Tracey thought how to move forward.

  She could see her commission slipping through her fingers, but was more upset that he didn’t seem to remember what they’d shared the afternoon before.

  Confused, she blurted out, “But I have some excellent potential buyers lined up to look at the home - two appointments this afternoon. Please, please keep your options open just a little longer. You might be surprised at the offers that come in on Manor House.”

  “I’m sorry but I’ve decided I’ll be moving in this weekend. I have to go now.”

  “But I have…”

  Tracey started to tell him she had appointments set up for the evening but realized that he was already gone.

  Holding a silent phone against her head, she thought for a moment. Had she done something wrong yesterday? Was she not submissive enough for him? She tried not to give herself a mental lecture about sleeping with clients and instead bent her mind to what she had to do next.

  The two clients she’d arranged to see Manor House this afternoon had more than enough funds to pay the full listing price. She couldn’t help but feel in her heart that if Derek saw that he could get the cash he was asking for, he wouldn’t hesitate to sell it.

  She glanced at the clock on her desk and realized she only had a half hour before the first of the two appointments would be there. She needed to head out if she wanted to beat them to Manor House, or she needed to call and cancel.

  She hung up the receiver, and then picked it back up and started to dial the number for the first client. She was getting ready to press the last digit on the phone number when she thought, “I’m sure it can’t hurt just to show this house to these families. I might even convince them to offer more than the list price, in which case Derek will definitely want to sell.”

  With that thought in mind, she hung up the phone and grabbed her keys.

  While she waited at the elevator, Andrew approached her. She turned her back towards him and heard him say, “Really Tracey, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to say. Please don’t keep giving me the cold shoulder.”

  The dinging of the elevator and the opening doors saved her from an awkward conversation with Andrew. It was true, she did have a lot to say to him but since they worked together, she was trying to remain polite. For one horrible moment she thought he was going to push his way through the doors and follow her down to her car, but thankfully he didn’t.

  It didn’t take long for her to get to Manor House, key the code into the pad and step inside the great foyer. She took a long, deep breath, imagining what it would be like if she lived here. Wouldn’t it be nice to find out she had a great uncle who once loved someone enough to have a mansion built in their honor, only to let her inherit it?

  She was just truly getting into the fantasy when she heard a car pull up. Before she could open the door for her clients, it swung open to reveal Mr. Wahlstrom in another fantastic suit.

  He strode in, and for the first time, Tracey thought she saw actual anger on his face.

  Alicia Roberts Is Also The Author Of:

  The Wilsons Series

  The Pink Rose: Secrets, Love & Betrayal (Download for Free Here)

  Picture Perfect

  The Billionaire's Contract Trilogy, Adult Romance Series:

  The Billionaire's Contract: Proposals (Download for Free Here)

  The Billionaire's Contract 2: Considerations

  The Billionaire's Contract 3: Aftermath

  Bride By Design Trilogy, Adult Romance Series

  Bride By Design: Flights of Fancy (Taken By The Billionaire)

  Bride By Design 2: Manchala On The Mind (Taken By The Billionaire)

  Bride By Design 3: Manchala Nights (Taken By The Billionaire)

  Keira's Journey: The Billionaire's Submissive, BDSM Romance Series:

  Keira's Punishment: The Billionaire's Submissive

  Keira's Visit: The Billionaire's Submissive 2

  Keira's Past: The Billionaire's Submissive 3

  Keira’s Humiliation: The Billionaire’s Submissive 4

  Stella's Submissiveness Challenge Trilogy, BDSM Romance Series:

  Provoking the Dom: Stella's Submissiveness Challenge 1

  Punished by the Dom: Stella's Submissiveness Challenge 2

  She is available on twitter and enjoys chatting with readers; her username is @AliciaRRoberts

  She blogs at http://aliciarroberts.wordpress.com

  Her email address is aliciarights@gmail.com

  Extract From The Billionaire's Contract: Pr
oposals (Download For Free Here)Description:

  Sparks fly when Brad and Alexis meet. Brad is the new heir to Reinehart Industries, and Alexis is a cynical college drop-out.

  They live in completely different worlds, and under normal circumstances, their passionate encounters might have been shelved as "mistakes". But circumstances are far from normal, and Brad has plans that could change both their lives - if only he can convince Alexis to come along for the ride.

  Extract:

  "What do you think?" he asked at the end, his dark blue eyes piercing mine.

  "It's a bit spooky without people," I said, and though I didn't think it was that funny he laughed, a surprising low, belly laugh.

  A strand of his hair fell over his forehead, and I wondered again if he was single. His face was square and muscular, his lips thin and delicate.

  He took the folder and bag from my hands, and placed them on an empty shelf. "Well, we're here, aren't we?" he asked, tilting his head.

  I gulped and wondered what to say. My work was over, but he seemed to be expecting something more. Come to think of it, why was he here to begin with, why hadn't he sent some lowly office peon, the way Mr. Neilson had sent me?

  His hands were on my face now, tilting my head back so that I met his eyes.

  "There's something about you," he growled, "I've been thinking about you since I left the law firm."

  Extract From Bride By Design: Flights Of Fancy (Taken By The Billionaire)

  Description:

  Lisa has just lost her job. Her career as an aspiring designer seems to be going nowhere and she doesn't need any more complications in her life right now.

  She especially doesn't need a passionate encounter with her crush on a midnight flight from LA to New York. She doesn't need him to pursue her, she doesn't want to be confused about his motives, and she doesn't want to get entangled in a world she knows nothing about.

  But life has a strange sense of humor, and when her crush turns out to be billionaire real estate investor Colin Anderson, she finds herself manipulated into a strange web of deceit…

  Extract:

  What was he doing here?

  I felt his eyes on me as soon as I sat down. A ripple of excitement and recognition coursed through my spine and I gave him a tiny smile before I put my head down and focused on my issue of Elle Décor.

  Green Eyes. That was the name I'd chosen for him, ever since that first day when I saw him having lunch on a park bench. I sat a few benches away, and when he finished his lunch, he walked past me and I felt a strange tingling sensation when our eyes met. His hair was dirty blond, he was tall and tan. His smile was always mysterious, hinting that he knew what was on my mind.

  I began having lunch there whenever I could, always sitting a few seats away from him, scared of flying too close to the sun. We never spoke, barely exchanged glances, but I looked for him during my lunch break and I was sure he looked for me. It had been the highlight of my day for the past few months.

  And now he was sitting here, a few rows away, in the domestic departures lounge at LA airport. I'm going to ignore him, I thought nervously, and I turned a page of my magazine.

  A young family walked up and occupied the seats opposite me. They were busy rearranging their belongings, their backpack zip had torn and they needed to put the contents away. The dad was trying to make sure the toddler didn't start crying, and the mother was desperately trying to stuff things into her purse.

  "Use this," I said, offering the mother my folded-up duffel bag. I always carried it in my purse for emergencies, but now it looked like they needed it more than me.

  I saw the relief in her face as she thanked me briefly and emptied the contents of the backpack.

  I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye and looked up, and immediately glanced down quickly. Green Eyes was walking towards me. Oh no. What was happening? Did I have spinach in my teeth, did I do something wrong? I stared into my magazine as if it was the most amazing thing on Earth, trying to ignore Green Eyes walking up to me with a strangely focused look on his face.

  Extract From "Keira's Punishment: The Billionaire's Submissive"

  Description:

  Keira Jones is in trouble. She's accidentally approved a press release painting her boss, Connor Hastings, as an elitist snob and she knows she'll get fired. Unless she agrees to beg for forgiveness and accept her punishment - a choice that seems simple enough.

  At Connor's hands, Keira discovers humiliation and pleasure. Soon, she finds herself tempted by Connor's dark ways and the glamour and excitement he offers…

  Extract:

  His face was inches from mine and he said softly, "That day, all I really wanted to do was take you over my lap and give you a good, hard spanking."

  He leaned back and suddenly the words came rushing into my head. Images popped up unbidden - myself, lying across his lap, my ass bare, his hand lifted, coming down…

  My breath quickened, but I pushed those thoughts away and looked up to meet his eyes. I didn't know what to say. Though I was wearing a demure business skirt and white button-up blouse, I suddenly felt naked, as though Connor knew exactly what I looked like undressed.

  Connor's eyes were speculative, and he stood up suddenly and moved to the window. He looked out and asked, "How badly do you want to keep this job?"

  I gulped. "Very badly, sir."

  "Mike says I should fire you. Legally, that's my best choice"

  I started to speak but he held up his hand to silence me.

  "I like you," he said softly, and I breathed in deeply with pleasure and hope. "I don't want to fire you." He turned to look at me again and the light reflected off his dark mahogany hair, his formal white shirt hinting at hard muscles underneath. "I like you very much." His voice sounded speculative, and again, I felt as though my clothes were transparent. There was something so powerful in his gaze, I felt as though he could see everything.

  "If you're ready to do anything to keep your job, I'll ignore my lawyer's advice and not fire you."

  I felt thankfulness flood through my veins, and my eyes widened with relief.

  "I'll do anything," I said confidently.

  "Well then," he smiled, "Come here and beg for forgiveness."

  I looked at him, surprised.

  He pointed to a spot on the floor, just before his feet. "Get on your knees," he commanded.

  I noticed now the bulge in the front of his pants, and he ran one hand over it, emphasizing it, making it obvious what I was about to do.

  I had a few seconds to make my decision. It was an easy choice to make - I went over and kneeled before him.

  "Unbutton your blouse."

  His voice was harsh and commanding, and I felt the humiliation bubble up inside me. With trembling fingers, I undid the buttons slowly, staring at the floor, not daring to meet his eyes.

  When they were all unbuttoned, I let the shirt hang loose, hoping I could keep it on. Connor reached down and pushed the panels apart, exposing my bra-clad breasts. I felt embarrassed, and hoped this was it, that I wouldn't have to take anything off.

  But Connor gazed at me for a few seconds, and then reached down again. He pushed the cups of my bra down, and my breasts spilled out over them. The fabric pushed them up from below, making them stand up, my nipples hard and pointing out. He cupped my breasts from the side, and said, "You're already aroused. Good. I like that."

  Extract From Provoking The Dom: Stella's Submissiveness ChallengeDescription:

  Stella is a strong, independent woman and she sees no reason why a woman would allow herself to be dominated by a man. When she meets Morgan, a casino owner with whom she feels a powerful attraction, she derides him for being a Dominant.

  But Morgan challenges her to be his Submissive for a week, and Stella stubbornly accepts, determined to prove that any woman can be a submissive without enjoying it.

  During the challenge, Morgan employs all his tricks to make her admit she enjoys it. He insists Stella
behave like a proper submissive, and this includes being constantly naked, allowing him to touch her intimately, and accepting spankings and other punishments for her mistakes.

  Stella is determined to emerge from the challenge with her heart intact – but will that be possible?

  Extract:

  Morgan started laughing before I could go on. "Stella, I intend to show you just how 'tiny' my cock is before the week finishes."

  I blushed, groaning that my jab had backfired. "But you're not putting it in me."

  "Fine. I can do that. But don't kid yourself that this isn't about sex." He leaned forward and looked deep into my eyes. "Because this is all about sex. And there are a lot of other things I can do to make you scream."

  We held each other’s gaze for a few seconds, my heart beating wildly till I finally looked down at the contract again. "And there's not going to be bondage."

  "I can't agree to that. BDSM is all about bondage."

  "But I don't like the idea of being tied up."

  "No can do. If you're not willing to get tied up, you might as well admit you're chicken and back out right now."

  I sighed. "Fine. And I guess this means you want to go ahead with spankings and stuff."

  "Absolutely. Remember, the bet ends after a week. If I can get you to admit you like BDSM by that time, I win. But if you last a week with me, and after all that time you decide you hate BDSM, you win."

  "Hmm." I was determined not to like this week. "And what are the stakes?"

  Morgan leaned back in his chair. "If you win, I'll buy a sponsorship on your blog for $300,000. But if you lose, you'll mention the Treasury Casino in your blog's sidebar for free."

  I nodded. "Sounds reasonable."

  "And you'll mention that the owner of the casino, Morgan Anderson, is a handsome, intelligent man and a wonderful lover, and you'll keep it up for a year."