CONTROLLING HER: 7 BOOKS COMPLETED BOX SET - (Adult Short Reads Romance Novel Stories Series): Contemporary Love Thriller, Suspense, Control & Erotic Menage ... Male Domination Novellas 1 2 3 4 5 6 7) (2 page)
“Why the fuck are you so comfortable?! Do you think you’re at a fucking day spa?!” I advanced to her, bar and rope in hand. A part of me wonders if it is that she thinks I would hit her with it, I’d never, as harsh as I am with Claire I’d never be that cruel. I slap her right cheek and then left. She is shaking her head vigorously, “Answer me you tramp!”
“No Sir” she replied.
“Louder!”
“No Sir I do not think I am at a day spa sir!” she yelled
“What else do you have to say about you’re spanking?”
“Thank you Sir! You are too kind! I deserved it, I am a whore”
“Kind you say? I’ll show you fucking kind!”
I grab hold of her ponytail to restrain her arms; I pick her up and forcefully hold her down to the bed. Grabbing the rope and bar I restrain both hands to each side of her shoulders, bringing the rope loosely around her neck, shoulders beneath her breast and back, I fasten it and she’s locked into position. If she strains she’d choke herself, perfect. Smiling to myself I pull her up to stand by her shoulders, then to her knees. I step back and remove my underwear, my dick firmly at attention above her down turned head; I sit on the edge of the bed spreading my legs.
“Suck it”
And with those two words she turns and looks at my dick, as if she hadn’t seen it before and was in awe of the bulging veins and swollen head, I was so hard my dick could slice through anything. Seeking me out with her mouth, she slowly ran her tongue along my shaft, causing it to jump in anticipation. Getting to the tip she took me into her hot mouth and I already felt like I wanted to drain my scrotum inside her. She was good at it, I eased back on my elbows to watch her do her best at sucking my dick, she had missed me. I tilted my head back, relishing in pleasure as she sucked hard and bobbed her head up and down my erected tool, her warm lips wrapped tightly around my rod. Had she been using her hands to assist her, this would be better. Eager to dive into her awaiting wet cunt, I held her head firming in place cutting off her air, listening to her gag was very entertaining. She stirred straining against the rope choking herself, I wasn’t worried about her neck, she didn’t bruise easily. Dragging my cock from her deep throat I push my middle, index and ring finger into her mouth, “Suck them” she did. I pulled her up by her top row of teeth and threw her onto the big. With her ass up like that I couldn’t resist the urge to grope her. Groping her left ass cheek I slap the right firmly, feeling it ripple beneath my firm palm. She had a great ass. Hurriedly I arm myself with latex and turned back to her perched ass. Grabbing both cheeks I slowly spread her ass to have a better look at her pussy. I could see her moisture on her inner thighs she wasn’t the best tasting pussy but had one of the best looking pussies I had ever seen. I rubbed her clit slowly realizing just how soaked shed been all along.
“I’ve been kind to you! What do you say?!”
“Thank you sir!” she muffled with her face crumpled against the sheets. “Fuck me Sir. Please.” I snicker to myself, her voice was tear-filled but I knew she wanted the dick.
“What did you say? I’m sorry I can’t hear you, speak up!” by now I was fingering her warm pussy and I could feel her walls clenching my finger, she was ready for me.
“I want you to fuck me in my pussy sir, please! I want it so bad...” With one hard and forceful thrust I shove my dick deep inside her womb; I buried myself to the hilt, basking in the scream I was rewarded with. I nested there for a while, I thought of Veronica as if this was her pussy, and my dick hardened even more than I could possibly imagine. Claire was still, I knew she loved feeling me stretch her walls and brace against spots Adam didn’t know existed and probably never would. I could feel her first orgasm building up. Her pussy choked me tightly, but I wasn’t ready just yet. Pulling out of her wasn’t easy, I had to thrust myself deeper where it would really hurt for her to relax and try to let me go. In again, I slowly circulated my cock deep inside her, listening to the musical hum of pleasure playing from her lips, changing my tempo I speed up; ravishing her depths, faster and hard feeling her ass against me as I pounce in and out of her pussy, I felt her ass cheeks clench as she screams my name at the top of her voice shivering drowning my dick in her juices. Almost close to the edge I withdraw, discard the condom, dragging her up and forcing her to her knees.
“You’re such a dirty whore, I’m going to give you just what you want!”
Pounding my dick I grasp my shaft pumping it tightly, four more strokes and I came all over her face and out stretched tongue. With images of Veronica gagged and bound to my bed legs apart flicking in my mind.
Claire was always eager to swallow.
Controlling Her 2
Older Man Younger Girl Short Reads Series
Dominated Unprotected Bare & Fertile Taking
Kilie Sams
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CONTROLLING HER 2
“You’re late, now I have to skip the pleasantries and get straight to what you came for,” he said holding up his palm that had indicated I stopped.
“I’m sorry but...” I had begun to figment an excuse but he cut me off mid way.
“I don’t care about your excuse Veronica, step closely to me and kiss me on the cheek.”
Was he serious? I did it anyways to get my first whiff of his Dun Hill Desire, yes; he definitely smelt all the sexy he looked. As my lips slowly grazed his cheek I felt his hand swiftly slid up my skirt and he pinched my clit.
“What the fuck!” I rarely swore aloud mostly in my head and during sex. My voice was barely a whisper, clutching my purse armed with my pepper spray, I stepped back. “Listen to me Mr. Hilton, I don’t know who you think you are or what kind of girl you think I am but I’m not that type of chick” I had said in my defence folding my arms over my chest to hide my erected nipples. He had only chuckled, and licked his finger slowly between his side swept grin.
“I didn’t ask you a question because I knew you would lie, you don’t have the first clue about what kind of “chick” you are as yet, but I’m going to show you, like I said I’m skipping the pleasantries, your late you lost that privilege anything you wanted to talk about you lost that as well, what you are going to do though, is go to the restroom and wash your hands and then go into the utility closet and kneel in the darkness. And Veronica before you ask me if I’m insane or ask yourself why in the world you would follow my instructions, the answer is simple...” he paused and I felt myself holding on to his every word, because I had no clue myself
“It’s the very same reason you aren’t wearing any underwear”
I don’t know when exactly I had become a Venus Fly Trap but having my mouth hanging open seemed to have become a new habit. His eyes glistened at my O shaped lips and the shock in my eyes. What was I embarrassed about? That he was right and I was ignoring the obvious? Or that I was walking towards the restroom as he instructed by now? I looked at myself in the mirror and I didn’t recognize the face looking back at me, I looked flustered hot and bothered. But still hot, I had to hand it to myself. Looking possibly as guilty as a cat burglar caught in the wire of his first break in; I looked around to see if anyone was watching me enter the utility closet; No one, they were either busy ordering or tucked into a chair nursing their coco or coffee reading the newspaper, a book or on their cell phone. Closing the door behind me I refused the urge to search for the light switch... I knelt as the tang of multiple detergents, bleaches, soaps and polishes flooded my nose.
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Good Things...
What had happened between me and him, almost complete strangers was abnormal. Wasn’t it?
I remembered being an ordinary girl. Of course that was a few years ago. My last memory of normality was my 14
th
birthday. Being an only child I was spoilt to where my party included everything a girl my age could want. Cotton candy machines, pop corn machines, bounce-A-bouts, water slides, you name it, it was all there. My mom made up for her lack of time with material things; and approaching teen hood that was fine with me. My dad was never the emotional type. If he hugged me it would feel like hugging a cactus to describe how awkward and ridiculous it would be. But hey, what family didn’t have its issues? I knew my parents loved me they just had a hard time showing it, emotionally.
It used to confuse me what love was; as I grew up thinking love meant fear, restraint and restriction. That’s how I saw it. I was raised to believe it was because of love why my father had been nothing but the whip in my life, and why my mother’s love for him restrained her from speaking up. Maybe it was then that I developed my abnormalities, but at such a tender age how could I have imagined?
So was I just an abnormal girl leading a normal life? I sat back, legs propped up on my centre table lazing in my living room, the TV on but not watching anything. Reflection always led to writing, but I haven’t been writing much lately. Truth is I think I was lacking in the inspiration category. I was tired of starting poems and not being able to finish them. When I think about it maybe my life has gone to normal, so normal it might be considered boring. Routine, go to work, come home, straight to bed if I had a heavy lunch, if not stop at Raymar’s read and munch on whatever special it is, then come home, to either a empty bed or to Jonathan. Sex? Sometimes... If I’m lucky. He was either too busy writing or not as exciting. Other women would be happy? A boyfriend dedicated to his job but loves you just as much even if he’s not the most trilling lover. Me? Abnormal me? Not as, what’s the word I’m looking for? Pleased? Yes not as pleased to have a schedule précised no matter what, same thing day after day. But, truth is, boring tie and glasses wearing, I loved him. Love sustains all things doesn’t it?
This was silly; I had nothing better to do that sit down and criticising a relationship that worked so well. That I ought to be grateful for. I began to browse, flipping through channel after channel until I heard the cordless ringing. Almost excited, then I remembered it was Wednesday; mother usually calls on a Wednesday afternoon. Lucinda was a soft heart, for sure I knew she loved her only daughter. She had a warm time showing it but indeed she tried. I appreciated that, unlike my father Mark. Mark Blair was a man of firm beliefs I found it hard to understand how my mother, such a soft woman found herself married and pregnant for a sergeant who could never differentiate between work and home. I picked it up and without looking at the receiver uttered a lazy, “Hi mom”
“Kay Kay!” her voice had a bluebird ring to it, or maybe it was the way her mixed Australian and American dialect sound together. I smiled though I hated when she called me that, as if she had always done so.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing I was just saying to your father that it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you! How’s work? Last time we spoke you had a trainee you said? Suzette her name was?”
I could hear her in the kitchen, faucet running pans clicking. Wednesdays she made Chicken in parmesan one of my favourites even as a child, and for some reason it made her think about me, hence she always called.
“Work is stress as always, and no her name is Sophia she’s a sweet girl we have lunch once or twice.” I sighed; at the end of the financial year working at an Accounting firm is the worst job you could have. Thankful Lawson and Jones had done well for themselves in the business last year and could afford to expand and hire new staff. This audit season I was responsible for training a young woman named Sophia, she was a fast learner that pleased me well. I didn’t go into the fine details with mom; she tends to draw conversations out once she got hold of a topic.
“My trainee is doing absolutely well, but management is trying to get me to do a double target and I’m not up for it, I’m functioning only as a trainer this season and I’m putting my foot down.”
Mom giggled, I doubt she took me seriously after all I do love my job. Not more than writing but I do love it and it pays the bills.
“That’s great to hear darling, oh, your father says hi.”
Did he? I doubted it, for all I knew Mr. Blair was in some other room reading the paper.
“Tell him hi back,” I tried hiding the scepticism in my voice but mothers always know.
“He loves you Veronica and you know it.”
Silence.
“So how Jonathan?” she changes the topic knowing I had no comment regardless.
“Jonny is fine, being a sweetheart as usual but he’s off in Westmoreland covering a story. He should be back in a week I think.” I said trying not to give the sense of my discomfort, mommy used to always think that Jonathan acted a little too stuck up for me,
“He thinks he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth?” she had asked in her fading Australian accent... She had been completely Americanized by moving to California and marrying my father.
“That’s good to hear mi love, I see you two going to the alter and giving me and old Mark some grandkids to spoil.”
Mom could say the darnest things. It’s not like I haven’t thought about it, after all Jonathan and I have been together since I left college though he was three years ahead of me. What girl doesn’t want that happy ending? But Jonny and I have never had the marriage conversation. He’d probably be too nervous to ever ask. However our friends keep expecting me to either say I’m pregnant or we’re getting married. Living together for three years can mean that to other couples, but Jonny and I were just taking things very easy, after all we were young and in no rush.
“Mom you know you’d be the first person, apart from Becky who might witness the proposal to know.”
She giggled again, good mood?
“How is the old man doing? Isn’t your anniversary coming up?”
“Kay Kay! I thought Mark remembered, Sharon told Suzy who told Karlene that she saw him go into Beverly’s Jewellery Store three days ago. I really hope it’s a bracelet, I saw one I had my eyes on, and your father would probably pick it for me, after all these years he still knows me, hard to believe isn’t it?” She went off in her strained dialect.
Yes it was a little hard for me to believe, the man knew nothing about me, and I’m sure mom was the only one who chose my gifts growing up.
“That’s very good to know mom, I don’t think I could handle you being sad if he forgot again.”
“I think he learned his lesson the last time Veronica, I almost killed the man!” Mom squealed as I recalled her calling me frantic last year saying dad was going to be a dead man. Her petite body couldn’t do a thing you’d think, but mom was a fireball she almost took dad’s eye out. How I have no clue seeing that I got my height from him and she’s a very small woman.
“Please mother if he forgets don’t kill him one day I might actually need a parent one can’t be dead and the other incarcerated. Plus you aren’t as young as you once were; keep your blood pressure down!” I genuinely laughed thinking about my tiny mom angry trying to fight my dad.
In a very sarcastic tone she replied “I’ll never be too old to put old Mark in his place.”
I loved that most, my mom was still very much happy and in love with the man she met and fell in love with 27 years ago. A man I never met and vaguely know now.
“Mom, you are something else. Though it’s been a lovely chat, I got to go. Kiss daddy on the cheek for me.”
“Sure dear, and I hope to see you soon, don’t let all ma hairs gray before you come give me a visit. I’m not trying to look like Mrs. Clause by the time you get here.”
“Sure old lady,” I said in a childish voice and hung up.
I didn’t have much to do, or anything at all really, but talking about nothing isn’t really my style, at least not with my mom. Maybe I’ll go grab a bite, I wasn’t hungry but staying home today wasn’t in my plans. I’m just going to go down to Ray’s and hope some inspiration finds me. Grabbing my purse and heading out the door I turn back for my book on the kitchen counter, poetry will forever be my first love.
