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

by Alexis Adaire

  “Hi, Ryan,” I managed before his lips were on mine, his tongue penetrating me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him as our tongues met. I reveled in the decadent feeling of his expensive clothing rubbing against my naked skin as my hands roamed over his strong back.

  Without warning Ryan broke the kiss and pushed me backwards, forcing me onto the bed with my legs dangling over the edge at the knees. His eyes never left my body as he removed his jacket and tossed it aside, then calmly slipped off his shoes and socks. With a look of pure, abject lust, he took off his necktie and threw it onto a pillow at the head of the bed, then quickly unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it on the floor.

  I was breathing rapidly as I fixated on Ryan’s bare torso, lithe and taut with just a hint of brown hair. I reclined on the bed, propped up on my elbows as his hands found his zipper and tugged it down, his gaze still roaming over my body. As I lay there I realized it was the first time in my life I didn’t feel the urge to cover myself while a man looked at me naked; on the contrary, the blazing fire behind his eyes infused me with a sense of pride about my womanly figure.

  He slid off his pants and boxer briefs in one motion, exposing his gorgeously erect cock. It was even larger than it had seemed on Skype. He stood at the end of the bed with his cock jutting upward and grabbed my knees, forcing them apart. My pulse pounded as I spread my legs for him, inviting him in. Ryan climbed up on the bed and lowered himself on top of me. I reached down to wrap my hand around his cock and had barely felt its hardness when he roughly brushed my hand aside. Swiftly grabbing both my wrists, he forcefully pinned them to the bed on either side of my head.

  Ryan nudged my thighs further apart and moved between them. I stopped breathing as his eyes met mine and the faintest trace of a smile crept over his face. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my pussy, poised to invade me. I gasped as he drove hard into me, entering my body as forcefully as he had entered my life.

  7

  I lost myself in him. As his hard thrusts hammered in and out of my drenched pussy, I rejoiced at having finally been taken by M. He released my wrists and grabbed my hips, holding me tightly as he fucked me. One hand moved from my hip, sliding between us. As his thumb expertly massaged my clit, I moaned my approval, softly at first, then louder. The tension quickly rising, I wrapped my legs around him and grabbed his ass, pulling him into me. It was almost embarrassing how rapidly my orgasm was approaching, but I needed this desperately. His mouth covered my nipple, and as he gently bit down I felt myself falling over the edge. The first intense wave forced a guttural groan from my throat. My body gave in and the powerful surges coursed through me as Ryan’s cock continued its strong, insistent rhythm. He eventually slowed as my spasms and moaning finally waned.

  When he pulled his mouth off my breast, I looked up expecting to see a smile, or at least a wicked grin. Instead I stared into the eyes of a man consumed with passion. “Get on your hands and knees,” Ryan commanded as he pulled his cock out of me. I obeyed, sneaking a quick look at his hardness, now slick and shiny. I assumed the position and he moved behind me, plunging back into my pussy. He began fucking me harder; before the pleasure had obviously been for me, and this was for him. His hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled back as his other hand reached around to roughly fondle my breast.

  I loved the way he commandeered my body, using it as he wanted for his own gratification. Ryan’s hand moved from my breast and closed around my neck as he began to pound his cock into me, harder and harder with each thrust. I moaned and felt my throat resonate against his palm. Beads of sweat formed on my face and body. He slowly increased the pressure, pulling my hair back with one hand while the other squeezed my neck. Ryan’s hips moved like a jackhammer, propelling his cock into me as my breath became more and more restricted. I trusted him and didn’t panic, instead allowing him to use my body the way he obviously wanted. He moaned loudly and pounded me hard several more times, then groaned and plunged deep inside my pussy. Unable to breathe, I felt his hot cum pour into me.

  Ryan immediately loosened his grip on my hair and neck and I gasped, gulping in air as his cock slid out of my body. I silently congratulated myself on having served my dom properly, still astonished that I was actually here in his bed. He’d given me no indication that he was interested in a reconciliation until I’d read that note under the vase of peonies. I had honestly thought we were done, and now he’d just fucked the living hell out of me.

  He collapsed on the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. As I lay next to him, he slipped an arm behind my head and pulled me against him. I snuggled next to his warm body and ran my hand over that chest I’d grown to love.

  “So you wanted a few minutes of my time to talk?” he asked.

  I looked up at Ryan and finally saw a real smile. I broke into one of my own.

  “Thanks for giving me another chance,” I said.

  He hugged me tightly and whispered, “I missed you, Rachel.” The feeling in my chest was so overwhelming I worried my heart might melt.

  “I missed you, too,” I whimpered. “So fucking much.”

  We lay there like that for a while, silently reveling in each other’s company, our naked bodies clinging together. Ryan slipped his foot under mine and played with my toes.

  “When did you learn who I was?” he finally asked.

  “After Club Sesso,” I admitted.

  “Was it the detective?”

  “No, I called him off a few days after I hired him,” I said, “I was afraid you’d find out.”

  His silence scared me a little. Despite what we’d just shared, I still felt like I was walking on ice around him. One wrong word and I’d slip and find myself on the outside again.

  “So how did you find me?”

  “It was your IWC watch.”

  He held up his wrist. “This one?” he asked.

  I nodded. “I saw it on you while we were on Skype, then found a picture of you online wearing that exact one.”

  “Who knew you were such a clever sub? How could you see the details on that crappy Skype video?” he asked. He had me.

  I paused, then said softly, “I had already gotten a good look at it in the adult bookstore.”

  “So you knew that was me in the glory hole?”

  “Even if it hadn’t been you, in my mind it was,” I admitted, “and that’s what mattered at that moment.”

  Ryan pulled me closer to him. “That was a truly amazing blowjob,” he said.

  “Thank you,” I said coyly. “I was trying to impress you.”

  “You did,” he said. “I look forward to more of them.”

  Did that mean we were back together? That this wasn’t a one-time thing? I had to know for the sake of my poor, battered heart.

  “Why did you invite me here today?” I asked.

  Ryan turned on his side and I sneaked a glance at his softening cock. He looked me in the eye and admitted, “That reporter you spoke to wasn’t actually a reporter.” My eyes grew wide. “She’s a friend of mine. I had her call you.”

  “But…” I started, struggling to put my question into words.

  “When I saw you at the fundraiser — good job weaseling an invite, by the way. Clever girl. And you looked dazzling that night, too.” I blushed as he continued. “Anyway, when I saw you there I wondered why you would fight so hard to try to see me despite my ending our relationship. Your presence in my house confirmed that you’d learned my identity and I had to wonder if it was about money.”

  “No,” I said, “it was never about that. It was about you. About us.”

  “I had to know. So I had my friend Chloe pose as a reporter,” Ryan continued. “If your interest was financial, you’d have jumped at that opportunity. You would have used that supposed character assassination piece to try to extract a small fortune from me.”

  “But I would never do—”

  “Rachel, I’ve had this happen before,” he interrupted. “My previous s
ub did exactly that.”

  I nodded, understanding his paranoia.

  “When that didn’t happen,” he continued, “I began to rethink things. I had Andre call to find out the truth.”

  My breathing had returned to normal, though my heart was still thumping.

  “Obviously, your answers indicated I had been wrong about being able to trust you. But I’m sure you understand my predicament.”

  I nodded and said, “Yes, but I was afraid I’d lost you.”

  “I had the same fear,” Ryan said. “These last few weeks have been horrible.”

  Perhaps realizing he’d revealed a little too much, he added, “And to be honest, I’ve been dying to see this amazing body in person. Skype just doesn’t do it justice.” He cupped my breast in his hand and ran a thumb softly over the nipple. I inhaled sharply, not sure whether from Ryan’s touch or his compliment.

  My hand, which had been stroking his chest, slid down to his belly. I looked at his cock, thinking it was just as beautiful limp as it had been hard. I ran my fingers over the soft hair near his navel and suddenly had an intense desire to have him in my mouth. Knowing that both of my previous attempts at touching his cock had been rebuffed, I asked for permission this time. I leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. “May I taste you?” I said, directing his attention downward.

  Ryan looked at his spent cock and said, “Of course. But don’t think you can revive it this quickly.” I didn’t care about that, I just wanted that gorgeous cock in my mouth. I kissed his mouth softly again, then slid down his body until the object of my lust was right in front of me. I took it in my hand and ran my fingers over it. It was still a little slippery with our combined juices. I began to plant kisses on the head, then licked down the shaft until I got to his balls. I kissed them, breathing in his manly scent, then took one into my mouth, gently rolling it with my tongue. When I heard him moan, I knew I could have him hard again in no time.

  I rolled him over on his back and positioned myself between his legs, still holding his soft cock. I kissed my way from his balls back up to the head, then parted my lips slightly and placed them around it, using my tongue to play with the very tip. Ryan’s body twitched under me and I lowered my mouth down, taking his entire cock in and sucking it firmly. I could feel it begin to fill with blood, becoming plumper in my mouth. I continued to suck, moving my mouth steadily up and down over his shaft as it gradually stiffened against my tongue. I had no thoughts in my mind other than that blowjob; my entire being was completely consumed with sucking Ryan’s cock.

  My efforts paid off and he was soon erect again. Ryan moaned louder and I quickened my pace. I felt the head hit the back of my throat, but I kept pushing until my lips were around the base. His hands found my hair and his fingers sunk into my curls, then he held both sides of my head firmly. His hips began to undulate, driving his cock slowly in and out of my mouth, and I worked to take all of him in with each thrust. The head slid into my throat with every stroke and I felt my pussy re-awaken with desire.

  I played with his balls and he began to pump harder, fucking my mouth forcefully as he continued to moan. I felt his cock suddenly swell, then he grunted loudly and filled my mouth with warm cum.

  I worked his shaft like a woman possessed, sucking as much of the liquid out of him as I could. His thrusts slowed, but I continued to suck. That cum was my reward for waiting all those months and I wanted all of it. Ryan eased his cock out of my mouth and I gazed up at him as I swallowed, happy to have given him a second orgasm he obviously hadn’t expected so soon after his first.

  “Come here,” he said, kissing me softly when I reached him. I wondered if he could taste himself on my lips. I lay by his side, my arms wrapped around his upper torso. I had gone through so much to get him back and I didn’t want to ever let go.

  Once he’d caught his breath, Ryan sat up. I looked at his belly, marveling that even in a seated position, he had no visible body fat anywhere.

  “Give me your hands,” he said. I gleefully presented them to him and he lifted both over my head. He grabbed his necktie off the pillow and bound my wrists tightly to the headboard. I squirmed, pulling against the restraints and feeling my excitement mount with my helplessness. Ryan left the bed to retrieve cuffs and some rope from a nearby dresser. He secured my ankles with the cuffs and ordered, “Spread your legs.” I did and he used the rope to tie the cuffs to the posts at the corners of the bed. “Wider!” I obeyed my man and spread as widely as I could and he made another adjustment to lock me into position. Then he stood at the end of the bed and stared at my vulnerable, exposed body.

  Just as I was beginning to worry that he might have pain-inflicting tools in that dresser, he lowered his face to my pussy and ran his tongue between my lips. A bolt of pleasure shot through me and I writhed against my restraints. Ryan didn’t let up, quickly locating my clit and running his tongue in tiny circles around it. I moaned and pulled again against my bonds. Being restrained was enthralling and I lifted my head to watch Ryan enthusiastically lick me. His razor stubble brushed my inner thigh and I was overwhelmed by the feeling of being in bed with a man, with my man. I wanted to grab his head, to pull him into me, but all I could do was writhe against my restraints while he brought me to another huge orgasm. My cries were so loud I would have frightened the neighbors in any normal-size condo.

  While my body was still spasming Ryan silently stood up and left the room. I lay recovering from my orgasm until he returned with a glass of water. He stood and stared at my restrained body, then lifted my head and offered me a sip.

  “I’ll untie you so we can go get some dinner. When we come back, though, I’m going to secure you properly and fuck you for a while,” he said.

  I smiled at him. “Sounds like heaven.”

  “You’ll spend the night tonight,” Ryan said firmly. “And tomorrow night, too. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

  I nodded, not caring about anything in the world outside of that bed. My body was still recovering from the two tremendous orgasms. My god, I thought, If every orgasm with him is going to be like those, I’m in for a hell of a ride.

  He sat next to me and slowly traced a finger from one knee up the inside of my thigh. He continued over my clit, past my belly, then barely touched one nipple first before moving to the other. I twitched imperceptibly, unable to tell whether it was from his finger or the orgasm I’d just had. Or maybe it was my heart, continuing to pound inside my chest as I looked into the face of the man I knew I loved. Whatever the reason, I moaned at his touch and pulled against my restraints.

  Ryan grinned and said, “Or maybe I’ll just order in.”

  Epilogue

  My phone rang and I searched frantically between the half-packed boxes in my apartment until I found it. It was my sister, Gwen. I considered not answering, then chose not to delay the inevitable conversation.

  “Hey, sis,” I said, wondering how long she could wait until beginning her lecture. We’d only spoken once since her visit to Portland, when I called her about two months after Ryan and I had reconciled. I’d told her the good news but she acted as if I were a child talking about an imaginary friend. Because of that conversation I stopped calling her, not wanting her negativity in my life anymore. Four months later, here she was calling out of the blue.

  “Rachel!” she shouted. “I’m glad I caught you!”

  “What? Is something wrong?”

  “No, I just saw you on TV!” She was practically squealing. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it!”

  I knew this would happen eventually. Several times in the last month, Ryan had asked me to accompany him to high-profile events. We even sat together courtside at a Blazers game. I had begun to get “that look” from people in my office, including many I didn’t even know.

  In this case, I was pretty sure Gwen was referring to a trip I’d made to Silicon Valley with him a few days earlier. We’d flown in his private corporate jet to attend the groundbreaking ceremony of a
new office building for one of his companies. I had told him I was perfectly fine standing anonymously in the crowd as he made his short speech, but he insisted I stand with him and a dozen local dignitaries.

  “I’m not sure I understand,” I lied to my sister.

  “You and Ryan!” she explained. “There was a story on the news about the new building in San Jose and I saw you standing next to him. You looked so pretty!”

  She sounded surprised. “Thanks, Gwen,” I said, unaccustomed to anything remotely resembling praise from her.

  “What’s it like?” she asked breathlessly.

  “What’s what like?”

  “You know, having all that money,” she said. “Where does he take you shopping?”

  I sighed and played down Ryan’s wealth, instead talking about our blossoming relationship and how happy I was. I chose not to mention details such as his ordering me to take off all my clothes in the back of the limo after that Blazers game.

  Gwen’s usual lecture never came. I wondered if, for the first time in her life, she was jealous of me. Near the end of the call, though, she began to sound condescending again.

  “Do you think it’s going to last, though?” she asked. “Is it really love, or just an infatuation?”

  Had she been a better sister to me over the years, I’m sure I would have eagerly shared with her that a week earlier Ryan told me he loved me. He’d asked me to move in with him at the downtown penthouse where we spent our first weekend together.

  “Who knows?” I answered Gwen. “I’ve never been one to rush these things.” I laughed to myself. If there was one lesson I’d learned about Ryan Dorrance, it was to be patient with him. Whatever else the future held for the two of us would be revealed in time. I knew if I continued to be a dutiful sub and loving girlfriend, everything else would fall into place.

  I was perfectly happy taking my time, because every day spent living in the moment was another day I had with M. Ryan Dorrance.