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

by Alexis Adaire

  “No, I mean it,” he reiterated. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”

  As soon as he said it, he realized his error. “Not that you don’t usually look pretty. I meant…”

  “It’s okay, Todd,” I said, letting him off the hook. “I know what you mean.”

  “You just looked particularly gorgeous, that’s all.”

  First amazing, and now gorgeous? I was flattered. Todd was a handsome man and though I’d known him for two years, he had only recently started paying attention to me. Now he was throwing compliments my way and I wasn’t sure how to respond.

  “Thanks,” I said, then was immediately interrupted by M’s ring tone. “I have to take this,” I told Todd as I got up and walked inside, aware — and maybe even a little excited — that his eyes remained glued to me.

  Once inside, I read M’s text.

  Be at the Nines hotel downtown tonight at 8:00. A room will be waiting in your name.

  A second text arrived.

  Wear whatever you want. There will be clothing waiting in your room.

  When nothing else came after that, I sent a response.

  A hotel room? What’s the occasion?

  I waited breathlessly, hoping M might finally have changed his mind about not wanting me to meet him in person yet.

  I know you need human contact badly. I’ve arranged something that will make us both very happy. No more questions.

  A few seconds later, I received one final text.

  P.S. Bring your laptop.

  What the hell was all this about?

  Even more importantly, could I possibly continue to serve M without revealing that I knew who he was? I was dying to tell him, hoping to remove the only barrier keeping us apart. I had to keep telling myself that letting him know could ruin everything.

  2

  I remained in my apartment all day, anxious yet again about some mysterious evening M had planned for me. I wanted to talk to Whitney about what I’d witnessed — and participated in — at Club Sesso. We’d first met at her job as the receptionist in the office suites where M had rented the small office where he interviewed me, and we quickly became fast friends. Whitney had become the one person with whom I could share details about this new life of mine. I only got her voicemail, though, and left a brief message.

  My older sister called again. I was in such a strange state of mind that I wanted no part of a conversation in which she would make me feel pathetic and useless, her specialty. After she left a message, I called my voicemail and deleted her two messages without bothering to listen to them. Gwen’s lecturing could wait; I had M on my mind.

  At 6:00 pm I stepped into the shower. With the possibility that I would finally be meeting M, and maybe even getting intimate with him, I took extra time to look and smell as good as possible. I chose to wear the sheer blouse he’d bought me for my riverfront walk, paired with one of the beautiful bras he’d also given me. I would cover myself with a light jacket until I was in the room.

  When I arrived at the Nines, the valet took my car and I proceeded up the elevator to the eighth floor reception desk. I’d never been to the Nines before and was smitten with the sexy, elegant interior design. My room was already paid for, and I took the key and headed up to one of the top floors. When I opened the door, my jaw dropped. The corner suite was huge, with floor-to-ceiling windows on two walls, a living area on one side and a king-size bed on the other. The turquoise and brown color scheme and retro decor looked decadent. On the bed was a large clothing box from Fleur of England, a name I didn’t recognize. Though I was tempted to peek, I refrained like a good sub.

  I paced around the room, getting more anxious with each passing minute, till at 8:30 I got a text from M telling me to turn on my laptop and get on Skype. Moments later I was looking at M sitting on his couch, his face out of frame, as always.

  “Like the room?” he asked.

  “It’s lovely,” I beamed. “A nice place for a tryst.”

  “I’m glad you feel that way,” he said, “because that’s exactly why I chose it. Here’s what I want you to do, Rachel: Take your laptop to the desk over by the bed.”

  I carried my computer across the room and set it on the desk as told.

  “Push the screen back a little,” he said. “And just slightly to the left.” I moved the laptop. “Perfect! Now don’t touch it.”

  I moved to the side and looked at the laptop. In the large image for the incoming video, there was M, sitting on his couch. In the smaller outgoing video image, I saw the bed, framed perfectly. I didn’t understand.

  “Why am I here, M?” I asked, hoping for some insight.

  “I’ve arranged for you to have some fun tonight,” he explained. “You’ll have a guest stopping by at 9:00. You can open the box after that.”

  A guest? I was hoping this evening would be about me and M. The realization that I wasn’t going to see him tonight was slowly sinking in.

  “You are to leave the computer on. The screen will be dark, but the little red light at the top means our Skype connection is still open. I won’t interrupt you, but I’ll be watching everything.”

  I looked into the camera, hoping my sadness was apparent.

  “But M…” I started.

  “Have fun, my dear,” M said. “I’ll be in touch afterward.”

  The screen went dark while the red light stayed on. I felt only profound disappointment. I had arrived at the hotel hoping for my long-awaited meeting with M, and now I was evidently supposed to entertain a guest in this beautiful room while he watched via Skype. Though I was physically in need of touch, I wanted it to be M’s hands doing the touching. I had to remind myself that I was his sub and had agreed to do anything he asked of me. If that meant fucking a stranger while he watched, so be it. I opened the room’s mini-bar and downed a Belvedere vodka to steel my nerves.

  My thoughts were interrupted by a knock. I stood and adjusted myself. Did I look okay? I realized I was wearing the see-through blouse with my bra showing underneath. M had said to wear whatever I wanted, but this was pretty risque. Too late now. My heart in my throat, I opened the door and immediately gasped.

  I was looking at Whitney, who was just as surprised to see me as I was to see her.

  “Rachel?” she said. “What the fuck?” She double-checked the number on the door.

  I was utterly confused, but also relieved that it wasn’t a strange man. I gestured for Whitney to enter and we both stood near the door staring at each other.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked.

  “This is my room,” I replied. “Why are you here? How did you know where I was?”

  I could see the concern on Whitney’s face as she tried to figure things out.

  “I’m here as a favor to M,” she said. “Were you expecting someone?”

  I was still confused. “Yes, M told me to come here, then he told me he was sending a guest by at 9:00.”

  Whitney seemed to make a connection. “A guest for what reason?” she asked haltingly.

  I didn’t want to tell her that M was evidently sending me someone to have sex with. I responded to her question with one of my own. “What favor? And what did you agree to do for him?”

  Whitney was silent, then asked, “Is there anything to drink?”

  I led her to the mini-bar where she took out a Jack Daniel’s and a can of Coke. “I don’t understand what’s going on,” I said as she made herself a drink.

  Whitney took a big sip, “Rachel, I was told to come to this room to have sex with someone.”

  My jaw dropped and my eyes grew wide. “Told by M?” I asked.

  Whitney nodded silently.

  I looked around the room, then pulled her by the arm toward the bed. I pointed at the glowing red light on my laptop, pressing a finger to my lips. When she nodded, I led Whitney into the bathroom and shut the door behind us. I turned the water on in the sink, then whispered to Whitney, “M told you to come here to have sex with someone?”
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  “Yes,” she said.

  “Why would you agree to that?” I asked incredulously.

  “He told me it was important to him, that it would be a one-time only thing, and…” she stopped there.

  “And what?”

  Whitney was looking at my chest. “I love that bra,” she said, smiling. Then she looked up again. “He’s arranged for me to attend Juilliard starting this fall. He agreed to pay for everything — tuition, apartment and expenses, for two years. I couldn’t say no. I’ve never even thought about doing anything like this before, but we’re talking about my life’s dream in exchange for having sex with someone in a classy hotel. It was more than worth it, and nobody would know except me and the guy. And M, of course.”

  “So you didn’t know it would be a woman?” I asked.

  “No, I totally thought it would be a guy,” she said. Now it made sense, to me at least. “But why did you agree to meet a stranger for sex?” she whispered.

  “I’m his sub, Whitney. I do whatever he tells me,” I said. “Although I was hoping it would be him meeting me here.”

  “Instead he sent me,” she said. “Does he know we’re friends?”

  “I don’t think so,” I said.

  We stood there with the water continuing to run. Whitney was wearing a lovely black sheath dress with spaghetti straps that hugged her tight little body. Her auburn hair had a soft wave to it and she looked sexier than I was used to seeing her. Suddenly, she started giggling. I couldn’t help but giggle along with her. Finally I asked, “So what do we do?”

  Whitney downed the rest of her drink and set the cup on the marble counter.

  “We have to do it.”

  “Do what?” I asked. “Have sex? With each other?”

  She nodded, then turned the water off and led me back into the room, making herself a second drink. I had another vodka as well. We sat on the edge of the bed, the red light on my computer still aglow. Whitney took my hand in hers and asked, “So how was Club Sesso?”

  I smiled. “It was intense.”

  “Did you do anything other than just look?” she asked.

  I recounted the episode with the blowjob couple on the couch. Her eyes shone as I described it.

  “Wow,” she said.

  In my peripheral vision, I saw the red light on the computer and added, “I loved having a man touch my breast,” I said. “I needed that. It’s been a while.”

  “Rachel, you really need to have sex,” she said with a smile, still holding my hand. “And so do I, after hearing that story.”

  I looked into her eyes. “But we’re friends,” I said.

  “Then tonight we’re friends with benefits.” She leaned into me and placed her full lips softly against mine. Whitney’s hand found my neck and stroked the skin just behind my earlobe, a spot the men in my life had all but ignored. Then her tongue slipped into my mouth.

  I returned the kiss, caressing her shoulders as our tongues played together. The passion rose quickly and I pulled away, breaking the kiss. Our faces mere inches from each other, I whispered, “I’ve never been with a woman.”

  “I have,” Whitney confessed. “More than once.”

  I kissed her again, pressing my body against hers. This time, she broke the kiss and gestured at the clothing box, asking, “What’s this?”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “M told me to open it once my guest arrived, so…” I lifted the cover off. Inside were two distinctly different and gorgeous pieces of lingerie. One was a charcoal chiffon lace babydoll with lavender ribbon-trimmed hem and a matching bow tie just below the bustline. It was sexy, with chiffon paneling and tiny black panties. The other piece was a sheer black teddy with vermilion embroidered floral applique along the hips, up the center, and across the bust. The neckline plunged dramatically. From the sizes it was obvious the latter was meant for me and the former for Whitney. I held them up for the camera, smiling, not sure if M was watching at that moment.

  Whitney had noticed something else in the box and retrieved it, holding it for me to see. It was a realistically shaped glass dildo. Its deliciously textured, slightly curved shaft had an iridescent sheen on the surface and a cobalt blue spiral running through the center. There was a nice head on it and a pair of smooth balls at the base. As far as fake penises go, it was the most beautiful one I’d ever seen. Whitney pointed it at me and grinned, then set it on the bed.

  “Let’s try this stuff on,” she said, then looked at the computer and added, “Fashion show for M!”

  Before I could respond, she stood next to the bed and slipped off her heels. I removed my shoes and began unbuttoning my shirt. When I saw Whitney grab the hem of her little dress and pull upwards, I couldn’t pry my eyes off of her. First I glimpsed her tight thighs, then her hips, clad in tiny black panties. I wondered if M was watching as well and felt instantly inferior when Whitney’s perfectly flat belly came into view. As the dress slid farther up I found myself looking at the sexiest little boobs I’d ever seen, with adorable hard nipples. Dropping the dress to the floor, Whitney smiled as she caught me staring at her body.

  Meanwhile, I had only managed to remove my shirt. I felt so much larger than Whitney in every regard as I unzipped my pants and slipped them off, keeping my panties on. She looked at my chest as she approached me. “That bra really is amazing,” she said, reaching up to run her fingers over it. Up close, her pert breasts weren’t as small as I thought, but were exactly the kind I’d always wished I had. In fact, I was jealous of her whole body. She slipped a finger inside the top of my bra and traced the lacy edge between it and her thumb. Feeling her knuckle on my breast made my nipples stiffen in response and I felt myself blush. “It’s so beautiful,” Whitney said. “And you make it even more so.”

  It was a lovely compliment, but it vanished from my mind as she took a step back and slipped off her panties. She had a small wispy triangle of pubic hair, perfectly shaped and trimmed. My god, she was something.

  As Whitney wiggled into her new lingerie, I unclasped my bra and set it aside. I felt Whitney’s eyes on me and was instantly self-conscious. Without looking at her, I removed my panties and quickly grabbed the lingerie M had chosen for me. I donned the teddy and even though it was mostly sheer, I felt a little better with some of my body covered. Whitney smiled at me as she struck a pose in her outfit. When I saw her in that babydoll I thought that if I had to sleep with a woman, I’d be hard-pressed to find a sexier one.

  “That’s lovely!” she said, looking at my teddy. She walked to me and turned me toward the computer, then slid in beside me and wrapped her arm around my waist. I could see her nipples through the lacy top of her lingerie as I draped my own arm over her shoulder. We posed for M, then Whitney grabbed the glass dildo, pushed the clothing box onto the floor and jumped onto the bed. She smiled and patted the comforter next to her, inviting me to join her.

  I looked at the computer screen, then climbed onto the bed.

  3

  Kissing a woman was different than kissing a man. Not better or worse, but an entirely distinct feeling, softer and more sensuous, whereas men are rougher even when they try not to be. My mind reeled as Whitney’s tongue danced over mine. Although I was nine years older than her twenty, she’d been here before, having already slept with a woman. Maybe that was the reason, or maybe it was because M was paying her to do this, but she was the instigator initially. I felt her hand sliding up the outside of my thigh until it reached my hip, then it was on my breast. Her fingers glided over the sheer fabric of my teddy, circling my nipple until it was hard.

  Whitney grinned at me. “We don’t need these clothes.” She slid my teddy off my body, tossing it to the side. Naked and somewhat embarrassed, I realized she was waiting for me to undress her. I lifted her babydoll over her head, then tugged her panties off. The next thing I knew Whitney pushed me onto my back and lowered her mouth to my breast, her tongue caressing my nipple. I held my breath as Whitney’s touch began to overpower my hesitan
cy at having sex with a friend, and a girlfriend at that. Her free hand found my other breast and when she lightly pinched the nipple, I felt the involuntary wetness flood my pussy. She stopped and looked into my eyes.

  “I absolutely love your tits,” she said admiringly. “I’ve always wished mine were bigger.”

  “No, you’re crazy,” I said. “Yours are gorgeous! They’re just the right size.” Emboldened, I reached up to touch Whitney’s breasts, to enjoy their soft perfection. As I played with them, she looked at me with eyes that pleaded for more. Caught up in the moment, I took a nipple in my mouth, biting it tenderly, and heard her moan softly in response. I was surprised to realize I wanted more, that I was eager to fully experience this new kind of sex.

  Rolling over, I gently pushed Whitney down onto the bed and nudged her thighs apart to kneel between them. As I lay my body on top of hers, I noticed her wet, glistening pussy lips. I was obviously having the same effect on Whitney as she was having on me, and I smiled as I moved in for another kiss. Our breasts pressed together and she wrapped her legs around my waist, her pussy touching mine and making my clit tingle.

  I slid down Whitney’s body, pausing briefly to suck on her nipples. After kissing my way past her belly, I found my face inches from her cute pussy. I slid a finger between her lips, surprised at how wet she was. I was in strange new territory. Giggling, I peered up at Whitney, who looked down at me between her legs.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “I don’t know what to do,” I said, embarrassed.

  She grinned. “Sure you do. Just do whatever you’d want done to you. I’ll guide you.”

  Whitney was right, I knew what to do — I had just never tried it on anyone else. I leaned in and planted gentle kisses up and down her lips. My tongue found her clit easily and I wondered why guys had such trouble with that. Whitney’s hand touched the back of my head, her fingers entwining my curls. I stroked her clit with my tongue, slowly at first. Whitney moaned and pulled my face into her as I increased the pace.