Forced to Bloom, The Complete Series: (BBW Alpha Male Billionaire BDSM Romance)

by Alexis Adaire

  “Of course,” he replied.

  “Are you hard?”

  He answered my question with one of his own. “How could I not be hard after hearing that?”

  “Will you show me? Please?”

  There was a moment of silence, then M said, “Give me ten minutes, then I’ll Skype you.” He hung up without waiting for a reply. I was ecstatic, not only because it seemed like M had agreed to show me his cock again, but also because I’d successfully derailed the conversation and avoided talking about the man in the suit.

  If M was going to show me his hard-on, I didn’t want to see it on my phone’s tiny screen. I quickly booted my laptop and loaded Skype, then placed it on my bed. Then I hurriedly stripped and put on the Pearl Jam T-shirt, sans panties, and checked my hair and makeup. Just as I finished, his Skype video call came through. Not knowing what I’d see, I lay on my bed and answered the call. My heart leapt when the image appeared.

  It was M, sitting on a couch. His computer’s camera was angled so that I could see him from the top of his chest to his feet. Consequently, I couldn’t see much of his surroundings, only that his couch was white and his bare feet were touching a grayish rug. He was wearing dark jeans and a snug slate blue v-neck cashmere sweater with a gray T-shirt underneath. The sweater’s sleeves were pushed up to his elbows. M’s body was better than I’d imagined, having only caught a glimpse of it that time on my phone’s screen. He was lean and lithe. The one thing I was most hoping to see, though, was nowhere in sight — he wasn’t wearing a watch.

  “Hello, Rachel.”

  “Hi, M.” My heart was racing and I wondered if he felt the same.

  “I’m going to grant your request,” M said in a firm, resonant voice that traveled straight to my pussy. “Then you are going to do something very dirty for me.”

  “I’ll do whatever you want,” I said. It was true. More than just being his sub, I wanted to do whatever I could to make this man happy.

  He stood, moving closer to the camera, the image now showing him from stomach to knees. His hands moved to his jeans and I watched as he unbuttoned the waist, then lowered the zipper. When he dropped his jeans and stepped out of them, I thought I’d die. He was wearing gray boxer briefs, and I could see the outline of his cock, which was no longer hard. His thighs were toned and sinewy. M then removed his sweater and T-shirt in one motion and I was looking at his flat stomach, a faint trail of hair leading downward into his underwear.

  “Ready for this?” he asked.

  “I’ve been ready since the day I walked into your office,” I said as his fingers slid under the waistband on the sides and tugged downward. His cock hung limp in front of his closely cropped pubic hair. There was no way I could tell whether it was the one I’d seen the previous night, but it certainly was beautiful.

  “I thought you said you were hard,” I chided playfully, gazing at M’s totally naked body.

  “I was,” M said. “That’s why I wanted to wait to call you, to give it time to settle down again. I want you to see something.” He sat back on the couch and I could once again see everything from his chest down. Damn, this man had no fat on him at all. His chest muscles were toned and tight, with a faint whisper of sandy brown body hair.

  “You’re wearing the shirt I gave you,” he said.

  “I am.”

  “Take it off,” he demanded. “Show me that body of yours.”

  I rolled onto my back and slid the shirt upward, making a show of easing it over my breasts. When I’d removed it, I turned back on my side, my head propped up on my hand as I faced the camera and let M look me over. Unlike his camera trickery, I was allowing him to see me from my head to my knees.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered and I saw his cock rising. Neither of us said a word as it slowly gained length and girth, stiffening until it was protruding straight forward. “See what you do to me, Rachel?” he said. His cock continued to rise and I could see it move upward in stages, lurching as the blood pumped into it. He was becoming erect solely because of my body, the one I’d always considered chubby and unattractive. This gorgeous man and his cock obviously felt otherwise.

  “Get your vibrator,” M said. “And your lube.” His hand was on his cock now, gently stroking it. I was beyond excited as I rolled over and retrieved my Rabbit from the nightstand, then held it up for M to see.

  “Do you have another one?” M asked.

  I did. Several, in fact. I reached into the nightstand again and pulled out a sleek cock-shaped dildo, its smooth medium-size silicon shaft ending in a nice fake head. I present it to M.

  “Perfect,” he said. “Put it in you.” I did as told, pouring a little lube on the dildo, then slowly pushing it between my lips until it entered me. I hadn’t needed lube after all, as I was ridiculously wet. I switched it on and felt the vibrations throughout my already excited pussy as I watched M continue to stroke his hard-on.

  “No, not there,” M said.

  I didn’t understand and hesitantly pulled the dildo out.

  “Put it in your ass.”

  I was stunned. Though I was certainly no stranger to anal sex, I’d never let any man watch me do something like that before. This wasn’t just any man, though, this was my dom giving me an order. I reapplied lube to the dildo, adding extra this time, then reached behind me and touched the tip of it to my puckered opening. I switched it on again, then began to push. I was met with resistance and that exquisite pain as the dildo began to slide into me. Soon the pain eased up and I kept pushing until it was about halfway in. I looked at the camera, feeling both sexy and dirty.

  “Is it all the way in?” M asked. He couldn’t see it from this point of view, with the laptop’s camera trained on the front of my body.

  “No,” I replied.

  “Can you take all of it?” he asked.

  “I will if you want me to,” I said.

  “Do it then.”

  I resumed pushing and the dildo slid further into my ass, little by little. I felt myself filled with that fake cock while I gawked at M touching the one I’d much rather have in me. My efforts paid off and I soon had the dildo as far inside of me as it could possibly go.

  “It’s all the way,” I told M, hoping that he didn’t ask to look. He was gripping his cock firmly now, stroking it harder.

  “Good girl,” he said. “Now touch yourself with your other hand.”

  It was a bit of a tricky maneuver, one hand behind me on the dildo and the fingers of the other hand sliding between my lips in search of my clit. But I’d been wanting this goddamn orgasm for more than twenty-four hours now and I relished the command that allowed me to pursue it.

  “I love your cock, M,” I said. I’d never told a man that before, but I meant it. I wanted M’s cock desperately, not only to compare it to the one I’d had the night before, but just to hold it, to have that part of M in my grasp.

  He said nothing, but I heard him moan softly as he watched me masturbate. My clit was responding to my fingers in a way I wasn’t used to, the early stirrings of an orgasm arriving almost instantly.

  “Fuck your ass with the vibrator,” M ordered. I pulled it out slowly, then worked it back in, my pussy throbbing as I did. His hand moved faster on his cock and I heard another moan, this one louder. Before long I was moaning as well. I started to work the dildo in and out of my ass, fucking myself as my dom had instructed me. My finger worked furiously on my clit. M’s moaning was even louder now. He was obviously enthralled by what I was doing to my body.

  “Harder.”

  I pumped the dildo more rapidly in and out of me. My finger rubbed my clit harder and I felt my orgasm rising. Suddenly I heard M groan, then watched as he arched his back slightly and a single rope of cum erupted from his cock and splattered near the top of his chest. A second spurt made it nearly as far, and as I watched M’s ejaculation, the powerful sensations in my ass, clit and especially my mind pushed me over the edge, my own orgasm exploding as I cried out. Powerful surges roa
red through my body and I continued pounding myself with the dildo and stroking my clit.

  M’s orgasm abated and I watched him coax a little more cum out of his cock as my own throes began to subside. I switched the dildo off and slowed my thrusts, removing my finger from my clit. I watched M’s chest rise and fall with his heavy breathing. It was streaked with cum and there was more in a puddle on his belly. He released his cock and it fell to the side, still big but rapidly losing its rigidity. I slid the dildo slowly out of my ass and dropped it on the floor next to the bed behind me.

  “That was intense,” M said, his breathing still heavy.

  “We came together,” I said, the rare feat not having escaped my attention.

  “We did,” M said, then added, “One day I’m going to personally give that ass of yours the fucking it needs.”

  I didn’t know whether M even realized he was placing us both in the same room at some point in the future, but I know I certainly did. My heart raced at the thought.

  “I look forward to the day,” I said, “that I can happily give my ass to you, M.”

  We both stared at each other in silence, then M said, “You’ll have to excuse me for a minute. I seem to have made a mess of myself, thanks to you and that body.” He rose and quickly walked off screen. I rolled over on my back, my pulse throbbing. I wanted to be with him so badly, but I had to try to stay calm and let it happen at his pace.

  M reappeared, his chest and belly now clean, and picked his boxer briefs off the floor.

  “Can a sub ask her dom to stay naked for her?” I asked sweetly.

  “You can ask me anything you’d like,” M said. “Just don’t demand it.”

  “Thank you,” I said. “If you won’t let me see your face, I want to look at your cock.”

  “Fair enough.” He paused, then dropped the underwear and sat back on the couch naked, his now-limp cock hanging down perfectly over his balls. “Are you sleepy, Rachel?”

  I was far too excited to be sleepy.

  “No, why?”

  “Stay up and talk to me for a while,” he said. “I want to know more about you.”

  “I’d love that,” I replied.

  He began to ask me questions. Where I’d grown up, if I liked my work, etc. The kinds of things you might ask on a first date. Only we were both stark naked and in different parts of the city. In time it became more of a conversation and he explained some of the problem he’d had to address with business partners in Beijing the day before. Every time we got anywhere close to topics that might reveal something of importance about M, though, he changed the subject. And the entire time I was thrilled to be staring at his naked body.

  We talked for a very long time, mostly serious, but occasionally both breaking into giggles. Eventually the talk moved to the things he’d been asking me to do for him. I asked him how long he’d had a fetish for exhibitionism, for watching women reveal their bodies in public.

  “Since I was a teenager,” M said. “It’s not just the visual part that pleases me. I love pushing women to do things they’d never imagined themselves capable of doing. You, for instance: If I had told you that first day you walked into my office that you would soon be letting ten guys jerk off to your body in an adult bookstore, you’d have turned and walked right out. I had to take you there step by step, slowly moving that line you refuse to cross, until you can no longer even see it.”

  I noticed our conversation had caused his cock to grow plump.

  “Will you be pushing me more?”

  “You know I will. We have a lot of things to do together, Rachel.”

  “When will I get to meet you?” I had to ask. I was dying to know how much longer I’d have to wait.

  “When I know I can trust you,” he said. “I’ve had problems before with someone who abused my trust, and I can’t risk that happening again.”

  I wanted to ask another dozen questions, to learn what had happened and to find out what more I had to do to prove myself. Instead, I calmly said, “I understand. I’ll wait as long as necessary. In the meantime, I’ll serve you and try not to ask much in return.”

  “That’s my girl,” M said. A pause followed, then he asked, “Do you realize it’s four in the morning?”

  Holy shit. We’d been talking for more than four hours. The time had flown by.

  “I should go now,” M said, not sounding entirely convinced.

  My eyes were fixed on his thick shaft. “I don’t think your cock is ready to go to sleep yet.”

  He laughed and took it in his hand. “I’m afraid it has a mind of its own,” he said, “especially when I’m staring at such a beautiful sight.”

  I immediately felt myself becoming wet. “I can help you with that if you’d like.”

  “Think so?”

  “I’d love to try,” I said.

  M stroked himself gently. “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got, Rachel. Talk to me. I want to imagine I’m fucking you right now.”

  I repositioned the laptop, placing it right in front of me as I lay on my belly on the bed. All M could see now was my face and a bit of cleavage.

  “Imagine me walking through your door,” I began. “I’m fully dressed after a night on the town and I have a wicked buzz. I’m feeling very dirty and need to be fucked roughly.” I saw his cock responding and I continued. I described stripping for him, then begging him to abuse my body for his own gratification. It took a while, but I soon saw M come a second time, depositing another thick white load on his flat belly.

  “Shall I let you sleep now?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I’m toast,” M said. “Thank you for a wonderful date.”

  “This was a date?” I asked.

  “For us, at this point? Yes, this was a date.”

  “And you got lucky,” I said, grinning.

  “I did, the day you responded to my ad,” he said. “Goodnight, Rachel.”

  It was the sweetest thing M had ever said to me. His naked body disappeared as he terminated the video call. I closed the laptop, then rolled over to turn off my light and climb under the covers. I fell fast asleep, my head filled with thoughts of romance and sex and doing all kinds of dirty things for my new man.

  That night I dreamed I was walking barefoot along the waterfront downtown wearing nothing but the sheerest white dress. The people I passed stared, not lasciviously but in cheerful admiration. I saw an adorable little puppy and squatted to pet him. As I did, I noticed the man holding the leash was wearing a dark suit and expensive-looking shoes. I rose, feeling a sudden need to see his face. When I stood, though, I saw that his head was a giant red peony. I reached to touch the petals and they began to fall, one by one. The more I touched, the more he fell apart, until the man and puppy both suddenly disappeared, leaving only a pile of scarlet petals on the sidewalk.

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  Forced to Bloom

  The Complete Series

  Book 4

  by Alexis Adaire

  1

  “Rachel, this is John Collingwood. We should meet as soon as possible. I’ve done some research and have some items of interest to show you. Call me.”

  The man on my voicemail was unfamiliar, both his name and his voice. Who was this guy wanting to meet with me?

  Slowly I realized it was the detective I’d hired, the one recommended by my workmate Lindsey, who’d used him to investigate her husband after he filed for divorce. I had contacted John Collingwood to see if he could shed some light on my new boyfriend. There was a lot I didn’t know about this new man in my life.

  Like his name.

  And what he looked like.

  M, as he insisted I call him, had entered my life when I responded to an ad he’d run on Craigslist that said simply, “Billionaire Seeks Submissive.” I was at a point where normal relationships had lost their luster; too often I’d been dumped in favor of thinner, prettier women. I’
d grown tired of fighting through a month or two of pain and self-loathing each time that happened. The idea of serving a man seemed to bypass that possibility, at least in my mind. If he accepted me for the position, it meant he was accepting my body as well. Consequently, if I got dumped I could convince myself that I wasn’t submissive enough — a much lighter blow to the ego than being too large.

  In the weeks that I had been serving M, he instructed me do things for him, mostly involving public exhibitionism. I’d worn sheer blouses in broad daylight, driven my car topless, and even entered an adult bookstore booth and stripped down for the sexual enjoyment of the men in the next booth. While performing each of these tasks I’d worn a disguise, a blonde wig and sunglasses that hid my black hair and my face so no one would recognize me.

  In the bookstore booth, M had instructed me to let ten guys jerk off while looking at my naked body through a window. It was certainly strange, but I felt safe because I wasn’t actually in the same room as the men. The one exception had been the last stranger, who presented his erect cock to me through a glory hole in the booth. I convinced myself it was M in order to build up my courage, but looking back I think I craved the physical contact. The blowjob I gave that man was the bravest, most intensely sexual thing I’d ever done — and I still had no idea whether it was actually M in that next booth. All I knew was that he had a well-tailored suit and an expensive-looking wristwatch. And a gorgeous, delicious cock.

  One unexpected thing had emerged during my time serving M: I was falling for him, in a big way.

  Which brings us back to John Collingwood, the detective. When I realized how deeply involved I was becoming, I hired John to figure out who M was. Although M said he had legitimate reasons for maintaining his anonymity, at this point I needed to know for my own sake. I was falling in love and had every right to protect my heart.