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

by Alexis Adaire

  “Yes?” I asked, implying that I had no clue who he was or what he wanted.

  “We’ve never formally met. I’m chief of security for Ryan Dorrance,” he said as I jumped off the couch, Mingus hissing as he was unceremoniously dumped on the floor.

  My heart was in my throat as I attempted to sound calm and collected. “I remember you, Andre,” I said. He had been the hidden security Ryan had assigned to ensure my safety while I was being indecent in public for him. I blushed as I realized Andre had seen more of me than some doctors I’d visited.

  “I’m sorry to bother you, ma’am, but I have a few questions I’d like to ask,” he said. I realized immediately that he meant he had a few questions Ryan Dorrance would like to ask, but can’t because he refuses to talk to me. There would be no other reason for Andre to call me. I considered telling him to have Ryan call me if he needed answers, but chose to play along. This phone call from Andre was the next best thing to actual contact with Ryan and I didn’t want to blow it.

  “I’m not sure I understand, but I’ll try to help,” I told him. “And please call me Rachel.”

  “Thank you, Rachel,” he said, then got right down to business. “A reporter contacted you recently about Mr. Dorrance. What did you tell her?”

  “Nothing,” I said.

  “Nothing at all?” he insisted. “Did you even acknowledge the relationship?”

  “I denied even knowing Ryan,” I said. “And I refused to answer any of her questions.”

  “Why did you do that?”

  “Well, it wasn’t any of her business,” I was beginning to get a little defensive. “Even more so because she was planning on making it public.”

  “Did she offer you money?” Andre asked.

  “Yes,” I replied.

  “How much?

  “I didn’t ask,” I said. “The amount wasn’t important. I wasn’t going to throw Ryan under the bus. I didn’t want to hurt him.”

  “But you’re aware that you are no longer his submissive,” he said, adding, “Aren’t you?”

  I hesitated to gather my thoughts. I knew Andre would be reporting back to Ryan and I couldn’t afford a misstep, however slight. “I’m well aware that my relationship with Ryan is over,” I said. “I have my faults, Andre. I’m impatient, I can be nosy, and regarding Ryan, I was still in the process of learning how to be a good submissive.“

  I paused purposely for effect, then added, “…but I’m steadfastly loyal and devoted to those I love.”

  Andre hesitated, then said, “I’m sure Mr. Dorrance appreciates it.” Before I could respond, he surprised me by saying, “I hope you’re doing well, Rachel.”

  What could I say? That I had been distraught since Ryan broke off contact with me? That I struggled every day to gather the strength just to get out of bed?

  “Can you get a message to Ryan for me, Andre?” I asked, thinking he probably didn’t anticipate that question.

  “I’ll do my best,” he replied.

  I gathered my courage, then said, “Please tell him I’ll still be here when he changes his mind.”

  He thanked me for my time and I sat back on my couch. If I were never going to see Ryan Dorrance again, I was at least thankful for the opportunity to let him know that I would never betray him.

  5

  Two weeks had past since I’d met my former dom in person, and it had been more than a week since Andre’s mysterious phone call. In the meantime, I hadn’t wavered in my devotion to Ryan. I had, however, begun to question the sanity of that decision, especially those times when I ran into Todd. It had been months since I’d had sex with a man, and while my night with Whitney had been fun and interesting, it did nothing to quench my thirst for a male’s touch.

  During lunch on Friday I walked alone to the riverfront where Ryan had ordered me to stroll wearing a sheer blouse with no bra in broad daylight. While eating, I watched the people passing by and recalled how it felt to be so bold, to do something most women wouldn’t dare to do. I sighed heavily as I reminisced. If there was one thing I missed the most about my time with Ryan it was the sense of empowerment I invariably got doing indecent things for him. Obeying his orders was the opposite of demeaning.

  When I returned to my office, I tried to get Ryan off my mind by busying myself with work. My boss, Kate, stopped by and reminded me about the two-hour seminar I was to attend that evening. Earlier in the week she’d received an email from a pharmaceutical company, saying something about how imperative it was that our company’s Social Media Coordinator attend, as there would be vital information dispersed there. Whatever the exact wording, it had prompted Kate to beg me to give up my Friday night.

  I had agreed to go, which scored points with Kate, who didn’t know that I had nothing planned for this or any other Friday night in the near future. And what kind of company schedules its seminar on a Friday night anyway? She emailed me the pertinent info:

  Cronan-Renardy Seminar

  Friday, July 29 @ 7:00 p.m.

  500 N Columbia Blvd.

  1st floor conference room

  I had no idea who or what Cronan-Renardy was, but this was important to Kate and would be a couple of hours I could spend not moping about Ryan. Plus, the address was just a few blocks from my office. I could leave my car in the garage at work and walk over.

  I was confused when I reached the corner of Columbia and 5th. Upon entering the building at the address Kate had given me, I saw a lobby that looked more like a residential complex than an office building, with high ceilings and a large lounging area with expensive couches and chairs. The only soul in sight was a man behind a small desk against the far wall. I certainly didn’t see anything that looked like a conference room and wondered if I was in the wrong place.

  The man behind the desk smiled when I approached him.

  “Could you please direct me to the first floor conference room?”

  He looked at me with a blank face and I explained, “I’m here for the Cronan-Renardy seminar.”

  A spark of recognition lit up his face and he said, “Oh, right.” He asked me to take a seat nearby, then picked up the phone. I couldn’t hear his brief conversation, but when he hung up he said to me, “Someone will be right down.”

  I was starting to get a little annoyed. A pharmaceutical company I’d never heard of was giving a seminar with supposedly groundbreaking information, yet they had inexplicably made the seminar difficult to locate. I’d attended dozens of seminars and this one already seemed weird.

  “Good evening, Miss Malinsky.”

  I turned and saw a large black man in suit and tie walking toward me. It only took a second for me to recognize Andre Kennedy, Ryan’s security chief and the man who’d called me to ask about the reporter. He smiled and it dawned on me that this imposing man had seen me topless in Club Sesso a few weeks earlier.

  “Come with me, please,” he said, helping me to my feet. My mind raced as I realized this had something to do with Ryan. Andre led me to an elevator and pushed the button.

  “I don’t understand,” I said, my voice quivering.

  “You will soon,” he replied.

  The doors opened and he gestured for me to enter, then stepped in after me. He ran a magnetic card across a panel, then pushed the button for the top floor, number thirty-eight. He smiled at me and said, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Rachel,” then stepped out of the elevator just before the doors closed.

  I was reeling. Where the hell was I going? What about the seminar? And what did any of this have to do with Ryan Dorrance? My pulse raced as the numbers increased on the elevator’s LED display. By the time it began to slow, I was breathing rapidly and my palms were starting to sweat.

  When I reached the thirty-eighth floor, the doors opened and I was looking into a beautiful marble-floored anteroom. Two antique burgundy chairs flanked the only door and an antique table occupied the center of the small room. On the table was a huge crystal vase filled with gorgeous red peonie
s. Nobody was there.

  As I tentatively stepped into the room, it became clear to me that I was at Ryan Dorrance’s downtown luxury penthouse. Was he actually here? Had he decided to finally give me a chance to speak to him about what had happened?

  Heart racing, I approached the table to admire the peonies. I recognized them; Ryan had sent a single red peony to my office shortly after I became his sub. There was a small envelope with my name on it, propped against the vase. I opened it and found a note inside.

  Take off all of your clothes, then go through the door and stand in front of the window next to the telescope.

  There was no doubt now. It was definitely Ryan.

  6

  I tried not to hyperventilate as I set the note down. I didn’t hesitate as I set my handbag on the table and reached down to slip off my heels. Regardless of everything that had happened between us since the night he broke it off with me, he was still my dom. I would obey him without question, even though I didn’t understand what was going on.

  My hands trembling, I unzipped my pants and tugged them down past my knees, letting them fall to the floor. As I unbuttoned my blouse, I nervously scanned the room for security cameras but saw none. Regardless, I knew he was watching me. I could feel his eyes on me as I removed the shirt and stood in my bra and panties. I reached behind to unclasp my bra, momentarily covering my breasts with my hands as the bra fell away. Then I hooked my fingers into the side of my panties and slid them off. As I stepped out of them, I felt goosebumps all over my body, my nipples stiffening so much it was almost painful.

  I was naked and vulnerable in this strange place — simultaneously as frightened and excited as I could remember being. The marble was hard and cold against my bare feet. I remembered my earrings and quickly removed them, leaving them on the table. Still feeling as if I were being watched, I tried to manage a sexy naked walk as I crossed the room to the door and opened it.

  In front of me was a huge open space, obviously a residence. It was the corner of the building, with floor-to-ceiling windows along two walls. The furniture was expensive and tasteful and I felt out of place as I crossed the room. The muted light from the evening sky streaming through the windows imparted a surreal glow to this already strange tableau. As I approached the telescope, a beautiful brass antique mounted on a tripod, I saw an office building directly across the street. I could see people working late in some of the offices. I followed Ryan’s instructions and stood next to the telescope, two feet from the window, my nude body displayed to anyone who might look in my direction.

  I tried to stay calm as I stood waiting. I watched the activity on the opposite floor of the office building: a woman vacuuming, two men having a discussion, a woman sitting at her desk. Their lives were all proceeding normally while my own had abruptly veered into the unknown.

  It dawned on me that Ryan, a confirmed voyeur, likely used the telescope to watch people in that building. I noticed a Post-It attached to the antique with “Take a look” written on it. Checking to be sure I was still alone, I moved behind the telescope and peered into the eyepiece. When my eyes adjusted I was looking at the window of an office building. Considering the angle of the telescope, I knew this wasn’t the building across the street. The lights were on inside the small office in my line of sight and I saw a single desk with a laptop computer sitting on it. I gasped as I realized I was looking at M’s little office, the place where I used to receive my assignments from him.

  This was where M had watched me naked in his office.

  The windows were not tinted like I had thought they were; in fact, a naked woman standing in that office window would be perfectly visible. My pulse raced as I imagined him peering into the telescope, staring at me as I followed his instructions and stood naked in that window. Turning my head away, I noticed a laptop computer on a desk to the left of the telescope. I could now fully visualize everything that had occurred between us. I took another look through the eyepiece and imagined Ryan standing in this very spot, stroking his hard cock while ordering me to show him my body.

  I resumed my assigned position in front of the window and looked again at the office building. There were fewer people now. The cleaning person had moved on to another office, while the two men continued their conversation. My feet had adapted to the cold marble floors, but my nipples remained erect. The revelation regarding the telescope, imagining Ryan watching me from this vantage point, had excited me. That delicious sexual ache that had consumed me when I was Ryan’s sub was returning and I felt the urge to slide a finger between my legs, but refrained because I hadn’t been instructed to do so.

  I stood naked in the window for quite a while. I have no idea how long — fifteen minutes? thirty? — but it seemed like forever. Where was Ryan Dorrance, assuming this was his place? Was he going to show up at all, or was this merely another test? Did he want to resume our dom/sub relationship and was again punishing me? Would that nearby laptop suddenly click to life and his voice tell me to get dressed and go home? The excitement of standing there naked, combined with the uncertainty about what would happen next, manifested itself in me as sheer sexual need. I could feel the wetness between my legs and imagined Ryan touching me there.

  “Don’t turn around.”

  I’d recognize that voice anywhere.

  Ryan was in the room, somewhere behind me.

  “Okay,” I replied, my voice shaky.

  I heard footsteps and held my breath. His dress shoes clicked on the marble floor as he approached. I wanted to spin around, to face him, to throw my arms around him. Instead I looked straight ahead. The last light of the day ebbed as the two men in the building across from me animatedly argued, unaware that directly from them I was standing stark naked in the same room as Ryan Dorrance.

  He slowly closed the distance between us and I could feel him standing behind me. Time stood still as I waited for a word, a touch, anything. I could hear his slow breathing and wondered if he could hear my heart pounding.

  After an eternity, a hand slowly descended onto my right shoulder. My skin felt hot under his palm as Ryan caressed my upper arm. He repeated the gesture with his other hand on my left shoulder, then gripped tightly as he leaned forward and breathed softly against my neck. The tension was unbearable and I had to say something.

  “Ryan,” I trembled, “I—”

  Suddenly a hand clamped over my mouth, startling and silencing me. My blood pumped hard in my veins as his mouth touched my ear.

  “Shhhhh.”

  My knees almost buckled. His chin lowered to my shoulder, the side of his head against mine.

  “Nice view, isn’t it?” he whispered. I’d never felt so naked, so exposed in my life. It was a delicious dichotomy: I felt overwhelmingly vulnerable, yet part of me knew I was absolutely safe. I nodded my response.

  “Did you look through the telescope?”

  Again I nodded. I could feel my pulse coursing through the veins in my neck.

  “I was standing right here when I first saw your beautiful breast. Remember that day?”

  His hand still covering my mouth, I nodded, then felt his other hand slide off my shoulder and caress my breast. I shut my eyes and exhaled against his palm.

  “I was so angry with you for teasing me for a second before you covered up again. I had plans to jerk off while you stood in that window with your breast exposed.”

  Oh my god, this was too much. His fingers lightly touched the underside of my breast and I felt my nipple harden more as he inched his way toward it. I tensed as he pressed his body against me. Though Ryan was still dressed, I could feel his hard cock push against my ass. He took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it softly. I sensed the wetness in my pussy again and wondered how long I could remain standing without passing out.

  His hand left my breast, moving achingly downward over my belly as I felt his lips on my ear. Ryan took my earlobe between his lips and gently bit. His fingers moved slowly passed my navel as his m
outh traveled up the outside of my ear. He again bit softly at the very instant his finger reached the top of my labia and slid across the slickened surface.

  This time my knees did buckle slightly. I caught myself and Ryan lifted his finger off of me and removed his mouth. His hand tightened against my mouth and he whispered softly into my ear, “Would you like a tour of my place?”

  I nodded, my entire body now trembling with excitement.

  “Put your hands behind your back.”

  I did as told and one hand brushed against his erection. I couldn’t resist and wrapped my fingers around it, feeling its hard girth. Ryan grabbed my wrist and roughly pulled it upward, pinning it against the small of my back and holding it there with my other wrist.

  “You’re a bad, bad girl, Rachel,” he whispered.

  I nodded again.

  Ryan swiftly spun my body, remaining behind me, hidden from my view. He pushed me across the room into a darkened hallway and continued until we passed through a door at the very end. His hand left my mouth just long enough to locate the light switch. The room was larger than any bedroom I’d ever been in, but my brain ignored everything except the big bed in front of me. Ryan had me naked in his bedroom and that bed was the only thing in that world that mattered.

  He pushed me forward, stopping when I was against the end of the bed, then released my wrists and mouth. Finally freed, I continued to look straight ahead, taking quick shallow breaths. I focused on the headboard’s intricate wooden latticework as I felt Ryan’s finger between my shoulder blades. He slowly traced down my back, lingering just above my ass, then continued down between my cheeks. I could feel the wetness trickling down my inner thighs.

  Suddenly he put both hands on my waist and turned me around to face him.

  “Hello, Rachel.”

  Looking at Ryan Dorrance felt otherworldly. Just like in his pictures, he was breathtakingly handsome, with short brown hair and just a hint of razor stubble and the fiercest green eyes I’d ever seen. Those eyes gave away his intentions as they dropped to survey my naked body.