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

by Alexis Adaire

  As Derek unzipped my pants and slid them down, I looked over at the computer. Was M really okay watching this? He would have no problem looking on as another man thrust his cock into me and pounded me senseless? I was so disheartened by the thought that I barely noticed Derek lowering my panties.

  I stepped out of them, standing naked in between my boyfriend via the video feed and a practical stranger a foot away. As I loosened Derek’s belt, I noticed the outline of a hard-on pressing against his slacks. I ran my hand over it, then unzipped him and let his pants fall around his ankles. It was apparent from his bulge that Derek was a big man, and secretly I hoped it would make M jealous. Derek continued to massage my breasts as I lowered his boxer briefs to reveal a beautiful, large cock sticking straight out toward me. I marveled again that my curvy body had elicited such a response from a man. So why the hell didn’t M want to be with me?

  I took Derek’s big cock in my hand, looking at the computer. As I stroked it, he grew even longer and thicker and was soon hard as a rock. I turned my back to M and looked up at Derek as I sank slowly to my knees. I gripped his cock by the base and reminded myself that my dom, my boyfriend, had ordered me to do this.

  You can do this, Rachel, I thought. This is for the man you love.

  I brought my mouth toward Derek’s cock and parted my lips.

  This is for the man you love.

  My tongue gently traced the underside of his cock.

  For the man you love.

  My lips touched its head. I opened my mouth to take in his girth.

  The man I love.

  A single tear slid down my cheek and landed on Derek’s cock. I pulled back, away from him, as the floodgates opened.

  “I can’t do this,” I sobbed. Poor Derek — just seconds from a blowjob and an easy fuck, he suddenly was dealing with a near-hysterical naked woman.

  “What’s the matter?” he asked. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, no, it’s not you,” I blurted. “I just can’t. I’m in love with my boyfriend and don’t want to be with anyone but him.”

  I turned to look at the computer. The red light was off. M had ended the Skype session. Fuck!

  Derek, bless his heart, tried to calm me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me with my head on his shoulders as I sobbed uncontrollably. His erection never waned, though, which I later would take as a compliment.

  “I’m sorry,” I told him. “This was my boyfriend’s idea of a way to spice up our relationship. I guess I just wasn’t as ready as I thought.”

  “No need to apologize,” Derek said. “I think you’re sweet, and you’re boyfriend is lucky to have you.” He grinned. “Hey, at least I got so see you naked.”

  I hugged him tightly. “Thank you, that means a lot to me.”

  “I suppose I should go,” he said, sliding his underwear over his still-firm erection. A few months ago, I would have loved to play with Derek and his big penis for an hour or two. Things had changed, though. I knew I couldn’t be with another man.

  Still naked, I walked Derek to the door and said goodbye, promising to keep him in mind for something in the future. As I closed the door behind him I began to panic.

  M was angry with me for not following his instructions.

  He had ordered me to fuck Derek and I didn’t. I’d failed him and now I would suffer the consequences. Why had I pushed him so hard to meet me in the first place? He obviously wasn’t ready. Why couldn’t I have been more patient?

  I texted M.

  Call me. Please.

  After five minutes, I tried again.

  Please, M. I need to talk to you.

  I waited for a while, my hopes of hearing from M diminishing with each passing moment. Dejected, I got dressed and checked out of the hotel, then spent the afternoon at home alternating between sleep and tears.

  6

  There was no way I was going in to the office on Monday. I was too out of sorts, so I called in sick and stayed home, waiting for M to get in touch. And waiting. And waiting…

  I imagined M sitting on his couch, watching as Derek and I stripped on his computer screen. He saw Derek’s hands on my breasts and me stroking Derek’s cock before I dropped to my knees to suck him. I pictured M watching as I burst into tears and told Derek I couldn’t go through with it. In my mind, he cursed loudly and slammed his laptop shut, pissed off that his sub had disobeyed his explicit orders.

  How was I supposed to rectify this situation if M refused to talk to me?

  I sat in the sunlight on my balcony to try to clear my head. I’d only been there a short while when my phone rang with an incoming Skype call from M. My stomach dropped and I quickly gathered myself before answering. M was on his couch again with his head conveniently out of frame, wearing the same gray sweats, this time with a navy T-shirt.

  “Hi, M,” I said, my voice quivering.

  M started right in. “I want to clear something up.”

  “Okay,” I replied, unsure where he was headed.

  “I didn’t want to watch you with that guy yesterday.”

  What?

  He continued, “I know it was my idea, and it made sense to me at the time. You would have sex with another man while pretending it was me.”

  “But…” I started.

  “Let me finish,” M said. “I thought maybe that would calm you down for a while, buying me time until I was ready to be with you myself.”

  I held my breath, looking at the way that T-shirt hugged his body.

  “When I saw the two of you naked, though — when I saw his hands on you and yours on him — I disconnected the call. I couldn’t watch.”

  Oh my god. For the past twenty-four hours M had assumed that I obeyed his orders, that I fucked Derek.

  “The fact is, Rachel, I care far too much about you,” he said.

  I felt the tears welling up again.

  “I don’t know what I was thinking. I apologize for making you do it,” he continued. “I commend you for being a good sub, but I have to say I hope you didn’t enjoy the sex too much.”

  The emotion in his voice touched me. I couldn’t let him continue to think that I’d had sex with Derek, though.

  “M, I didn’t fuck Derek,” I said calmly, fighting to hold back my tears.

  He leaned forward on the couch. “What? You didn’t?”

  “I couldn’t,” I said. “I tried. I wanted to be a good sub for you, and Derek is definitely attractive. But when it came right down to it, I just couldn’t. I have no desire to be with other men.”

  “But I saw you playing with his cock,” M protested. “I saw you on your knees in front of him.”

  “I tried to do it for you,” I explained. “But I stopped before anything else happened.”

  “So you didn’t fuck him?”

  “No. I’m sorry.”

  “But you gave him a blowjob,” M said.

  “No,” I replied. “Well, my lips were on him for a second, then I apologized to him and said I couldn’t go through with it. Have Andre ask him.”

  He sat there, silently absorbing this new information.

  “M, I’m so sorry I let you down.”

  M folded his hands. I held my breath, waiting for him to speak.

  “This changes everything,” M said.

  I finally exhaled. “I don’t blame you for being mad.”

  “I’m not mad at all,” he said.

  “You’re not upset with me for disobeying you?”

  “On the contrary, I’m relieved.”

  I smiled as the last remnants of my despair and panic evaporated.

  “The next guy I order you to have sex with will be me. I promise.”

  M’s words warmed my heart.

  “I don’t want any other man,” I said. “Just you, M.”

  “Are you outside?” he asked, taking notice of my surroundings.

  “Yes, on my balcony.”

  “Are there neighbors around?”

  I felt that familiar
tension in my chest that signified I was about to be forced to do something risky. I looked around and saw nobody in the vicinity.

  “Most of my neighbors are at work,” I said.

  “Take off your clothes. I want to see your body.”

  I set the phone down and peeled off my T-shirt to expose my breasts. The sunlight felt delicious on my bare skin.

  I held the phone away so M could see. “Is that enough?” I asked.

  “No, take off everything,” he ordered.

  I slid off my yoga pants and panties and stood absolutely naked on my apartment balcony in broad daylight, then quickly dropped to my lounge chair in case anyone was looking.

  I directed the phone down my body. My skin looked pale in the bright sunlight, and my nipples stiffened in excitement.

  “My god, you’re a lovely woman,” M said. “Touch yourself.”

  I angled my lounge chair away from the balcony of Mrs. Edmonds, my elderly neighbor to the right, to directly face Todd’s balcony on the opposite side. Of the two, Todd was less likely to be home on a weekday. I parted my legs and slipped a finger between my swollen pussy lips, finding myself already wet. I positioned the phone so that M could see.

  While rubbing my clit, I looked over to where Todd had stood shirtless on his balcony just a few days ago. I imagined M standing there instead, watching me sleep in nothing but his Pearl Jam shirt, staring at my exposed panties. In my mind M took out his hard cock and jerked off to me while I slept.

  “Spread your legs wider.”

  I did as M said, my eyes closed and my fingers continuing to work on my clit. I pictured M masturbating faster and faster. I looked up from his cock to his face and saw Ryan Dorrance jerking off while staring intently at me.

  “Come for me, baby,” M implored.

  Already near orgasm, I did as told, the perfect sub coming immediately after being instructed to. I moaned softly and rubbed my clit as the waves surged through my body.

  “Don’t stop,” M commanded. I arched my back as more waves crashed over me.

  When they finally subsided, I suddenly became aware of my surroundings and looked around to make sure nobody had spotted me.

  “That was amazing.”

  I looked at my phone and was startled to see M naked and the cock in his hand fully erect.

  “I want to fuck you, Rachel,” he said.

  “Yes, M,” I replied in a sultry voice. “Lie down on top of me. Put your cock inside of me.”

  His hand moved faster and his breathing quickened. “Don’t stop,” he said.

  “I’m yours to use in any way you want,” I continued. “I’m your fuck toy, M. Roll me over and fuck me from behind. Grab my hair and pull it hard. Spank me, slap me, bite me — do whatever you want, just don’t stop pounding my pussy.”

  Someone I didn’t know walked by on the sidewalk below, holding a bag of groceries. He heard my voice and looked up as he passed. Though he couldn’t see much with me lying down, he stared in disbelief at the naked woman talking on the phone on her balcony.

  M’s moaning brought my attention back to my phone. I could tell he was almost there. “Give it to me,” I said. “Fuck me harder.”

  He shouted as he erupted, spewing several streams of thick, white cum all over his belly. I watched, fascinated by the sight of the silky liquid shooting from his gorgeous cock.

  His breathing returning to normal, M remained on the couch with cum pooling on his belly. His hand lazily stroked his cock, as if he weren’t quite ready for his orgasm to end.

  “I wish I were there to lick that off your stomach,” I cooed. “I would get every drop. I want to taste you, to swallow you.”

  M reclined on the couch, his cock now limp but still beautiful.

  “That’s what I want,” I said. “What do you want, M?”

  He hesitated, and his reply sounded measured and serious. “I want to tell you some things, Rachel.”

  “Tell me whatever you want,’ I said. “But first I’d like permission to go inside. I’d rather not stay out here naked all afternoon.”

  M laughed. “Sure, go ahead. You’ve earned the right.”

  I entered my apartment and got comfortable on my bed. M hadn’t moved from the couch and I could still see the cum on him.

  “I’m all ears,” I said, wondering what was so important.

  “I have a pretty high profile in certain circles,” he started. “That serves me well in business, but it restricts my private life, as you can imagine. As my profile rose over the years, my trust in any woman’s ability to keep my secrets diminished.”

  “Secrets?” I asked.

  “My kinks and fetishes. Not everyone understands the things I push women to do.”

  I nodded. I didn’t understand them myself, though I’d come to relish being pushed by him.

  “Eventually I switched from girlfriends to submissives,” M continued. “It seemed safer, less problematic.” I understood. I had made the same switch myself, from having boyfriends to being a sub, although for different reasons. “You’re my fourth sub. Without getting into details, the first two were experiments that failed, though we parted on good terms. I never met either of them in person, and never revealed my name to them.”

  He paused, then said, “The third sub was a disaster. We grew very close and I eventually brought her into my life. We dated publicly, yet still managed to indulge my kinks using disguises. Nobody ever caught on.”

  “That doesn’t sound like a disaster to me,” I expressed.

  “I know. But over time, problems developed between us that had nothing to do with the kinks. We reached a point where I had no choice but to break things off. When I did, she attempted to go public with the most private details of our relationship. I had to scramble to prevent that from happening, and it nearly cost me my reputation. As it was, I paid a substantial amount of money to keep it out of the press.”

  I finally understood. “That explains your reluctance to meet me,” I said. “Thank you for telling me. I feel better knowing there’s a valid reason behind your hesitation.” I thought for a moment, then asked, “Why are you telling me this now?”

  “Because I’m very attracted to you,” M said. “Actually, it’s more than an attraction.”

  How much more? Tell me, dammit.

  “Are you considering meeting me in person, introducing me to the man behind M?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said. “It’s time. You have earned my trust, Rachel. I think we should meet.”

  My heart was pounding. “When?” I asked, elated. “I mean, I don’t want to rush you. I’ll wait as long as you need me to, but when were you thinking?

  “Tomorrow evening,” he said. “We’ll have a relaxed dinner and see where the night leads us.”

  That sounded like heaven to me. “I would love that, M,” I said.

  “Good,” he said. “Remember, though: You are still my sub. We will just move things into a more intimate type of relationship.”

  I was about to die of happiness. I tried hard not to grin like a fool.

  “I can’t wait to see that beautiful body of yours in person,” M said.

  I blushed. “Was she curvy, too? That most recent sub?” I asked.

  “They all were, Rachel,” he answered. “The first girl I ever slept with was curvy, back in high school. I was instantly hooked. I honestly don’t understand what guys see in thin women. Some guys like blondes, some like brunettes. Me, I’ve never dated a petite woman. They simply don’t excite me.”

  “Do I excite you, M?” I asked.

  “Like nobody ever has,” he answered. “I look forward to meeting you in the flesh.”

  He told me he’d text me the details the following day. As we said goodbye I looked again at the puddle of cum on his belly.

  The next time Ryan Dorrance came, I would make sure he was inside of me.

  7

  I barely got any sleep, but was practically dancing around the office the next morning. I planned to
take off an hour early to go home and prepare for our date. I wanted the night to be perfect, and I would need time to look my absolute best before meeting M/Ryan.

  Feeling like a schoolgirl with a huge crush on a handsome beau, I wondered what those first moments together would be like. I also imagined tumbling into bed with M, both of us tearing each other’s clothes off in the process.

  I was prepared to have the best night of my entire life.

  Then it all started to unravel when I got a mid-afternoon text from M.

  Come to my office as soon as you’re off work.

  I grinned. He’d obviously forgotten I had no idea where he worked. Maybe M was a little nervous, too.

  I’ll need the address. :)

  His reply was brief.

  The little office on Madison.

  He wanted me to come to the little office? Was that really where we would finally meet? It kind of made sense, since I’d applied to be his sub in that office, but I wanted to be swept off my feet. I wanted a princess evening.

  OK. Can I go home first? I need to get pretty before we meet.

  Again M’s response was short.

  No, come straight from work.

  Maybe he was so anxious to see me that he didn’t want to wait any longer than necessary. I could live with that, and I’d worn a nice outfit to work — not exactly the sexy look I’d envisioned for myself when I met my new man for the first time, but at least I was presentable.

  I left work a few minutes early, my pulse beating faster than normal as I hurried the few blocks to M’s office. In the elevator ride up to the twenty-seventh floor, I was afraid I would have a stroke.

  I walked into the reception area expecting to see Whitney, excited to tell her tonight would be the night. Maybe she’d even seen M as he entered the office. Instead of Whitney, though, there was another young woman behind the desk. She looked up as I entered and asked, “Can I help you?”

  “Where’s Whitney?” I asked, confused.