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) (5 page)

“I just don’t think they are strong enough to handle the weight, I’m not very light and a 600 pounds bike isn’t either, plus their own weight.”

“The weight of the bike isn’t to be worried about. A rider is a rider, and you don’t look the least bit heavy, I’ve seen some chicks on bikes twice your size”

“I guess it’s a mental block cause all you trying to make sense it’s not making any to me, maybe if the man is twice my size, I’d try”

I smiled at her, I was twice her size.

“I’m going to the bar, what would you like to drink?”

“Heineken please,”

“You sure?” she nodded, “Aite, pick a bench down on the shore, I’ll be back.”

I walked to the bar, looking back at her kicking sand making her way to the middle bench and not the one beneath the palm tree in the open. Her ass swayed as she walked, I know I should say hips but her ass had me mixed up. Ordering myself a Guinness I went to her.

“Here you go,”

“Thanks,” She took it with a delicate hand and long fingers. I watched as she put it to her lips and they wrapped around the top of the bottle.
One Mississippi
. If I wasn’t such a pervert. She pretended not to notice me watching, but I knew she did by the way she supped slowly.

“So, we need to talk about what exactly?” tilting my drink up my head I replied.

“Well I need to talk, I need you to pay attention and then agree.”

“So I don’t have a say?”

“Yes you do the final say actually and then all say is mine there and onwards.”

Silence.

“I think I already know what you mean.” She said collecting her thoughts. I guess she knew more than I thought she did, or did she?

“You might think you know, but there are a lot of intricate details that you might not understand.”

“What exactly are you proposing Mr. Hilton, and why can’t I know your first name? No familiar name rings a bell with the last name if you’re famous abroad or something and I sure don’t intend to google or stalk you.” The attitude, the tone in her voice, she would need more curving.

“I am proposing you be my sub. Don’t talk, you can ask all your questions at the end. I will be like an owner, a master if you must. I’m sure you’ve heard about this type of relationship or read a book perhaps, but, I have to warn you the cliché isn’t in this offer. I’m not going to control you completely, me controlling certain things is of the gain of neither of us. Your gain is strictly pleasure mine is strictly control. I won’t please you sexually only, you’ll please me sexually only however. Unless we need to talk about something important we may not see each other. Things change and nothing is set in stone but I live by my word and I will expect the same of you. Your pussy is mine. Your lips are mine, your legs, your breast, all mine. And your asshole as well.” She made a face, opened her mouth to interject, and changed her mind. I continued.

“I don’t need you to question what you will be getting out of this, you know it, and so does your body, so don’t waste my time asking silly questions as to why I think you would go for this, that opportunity left in the closet when you wrapped that pretty little mouth around my shaft. It should be fun, you will enjoy it. I only have seven rules. 1. You will find a way to make me seeing you possible whenever I need and want to. 2. You will inform me of the first and last days of your menstrual cycle so I can know long it lasts and your ovulation period. 3. You will not give your body to anyone but me, if you’re dating, you aren’t anymore if you’re bisexual you aren’t seeing any female unless I’m present. 4. You do what I say during all sexual acts; do not ever expect a reversal of power I am always in control. 5. You are allowed communication, freely at least, however never try to call if you can’t talk or if you have nothing to say. 6. I do not tolerate disrespect, ever. I will either severely punish you or cut you off and our relations. And last but I’m sure is not least. You have are entitle to a safe word. A simple word one that wouldn’t come out of your mouth as you orgasm, like milk for example. You can change it if you’d like. It serves the purpose of letting me know you are at your limit. Why would you need one? I’m sure you know why. I’m not the average “freak” as they would say. That’s my offer to you. Of course if needs be there may be new rules, but you have my word as to our agreement as is.

I watched as she absorbed what I had said. Watched, waited.

“Well...” I grew impatient as she looked out at the sea. I brushed the side of her face gently with the palm of my hand and then kissed where I had rubbed. “If not say no Veronica but that would be it. I’m not interested in being your friend.”

“What’s your name?”

“That depends do you agree? I have to know you want this”

“Yes mister I accept your offer, well I am going to think about it but my body has already made up its min ...” I couldn’t let her finished I’d pulled her into a sultry kiss before she could finish. She was mine. I had to take her now... I stopped, too anxious, I was in control.

“Bill, my name is Bill.”

“Ok Bill...” She savoured my name rolling off her tongue. “When do we start? It’s a lovely night, not many people around.” She said suggestively.
Really?

“Surely not now. When I know you’re ready. You have much to learn Veronica”

“About that?!” she raised her voice an octave “How do you know my name?”

Agitated I gripped her neck pulled her face close to mine choking her slightly,

“Don’t ever raise your voice at me, got it?” I didn’t wait for an answer.

“Ray is my good friend, I don’t go there often enough but business takes me there occasionally” She went quite. Frightened?

“What do you do?” she asked in a low voice after a pregnant silence, I let her mind accept my nature and allowed her to break it. “I’m a financial advisor, the company I worked for in US is about to open branches across the country.”

“What kind of company?”

“A stock and bonds type of company. It was doing ok abroad however they saw an opportunity here they couldn’t refuse” We talked for a while, staring out at the ship in the distant wharf. I learnt she worked for an accounting firm, did well for herself financially. Was an only child, and her parents where in the states where she had been born and raised until she was 18, she attended university here, but wouldn’t share why in fact she had left the US. Veronica was beautiful inside and out. She would be a pleasure to break.

I had agreed to do it. My conscience had not plagued me; it stayed quite as I listened to his seven simple rules and as I agreed. Had my body won the ultimate battle, had it realised that there was nothing it could do because my insides where screaming this man’s name? I sighed. I closed my eyes and thought about the attention he paid as I spoke. He asked about my tee’s design, I told him about my first love, he watched he paid attention, he knew so much about me in one night.

Jonathan had been home for a week and I hadn’t had sex with him since that one time since he back from Westmoreland. He barely noticed. Jonny was the type of man to be contented with just groping my breast and cuddling to my back and falling asleep at night. He’d failed to notice that once it’s not my time of the month I’m down for some good loving. I was horny, but not for Jonathan, not after meeting Bill and knowing what he has in store for me. Our first sexual encounter had me dying for more of him. I was eager to learn all he had to teach me about the life I was missing, the life that was so much a part of me, before I even knew it. Could I follow Bill’s rules and not have sex with my boyfriend?

He was haunting me, I couldn’t hear the word closet or smell any cleaning product that wouldn’t vaguely remind me of him, nor could I hear anything sexual; worst I couldn’t go back to Ray’s. I needed to get so many things in check... But not yet, not until I figured out what was wrong or if something was wrong with me at all. Not until this Mr. Hilton had showed me what he needs to and possibly moved out of my life.

As I do when I had something on my mind I went to Black Ivy, my super computer space chapter of life. The place I go to unwind and just breathe... It was a small hole in the wall but my hole in the wall. Where people from all parts of the town who shared the same passion for poetry as me found themselves to meet greet and share their inner most internal problems to complete strangers who’ll never know or remember their name but would have a story or inspiration engraved into their hearts, souls or skulls. Some of these poets where so good their voices would ring in your ears for days unending. You’d find yourself quoting even a line or two or if you’re lucky.

I go down the familiar street near Cross Roads turning my engine off up the road and walking the short distance down the street. Full house tonight or so it seems. Looking at the logo, I always loved it, it was a black lotus flower painted as breathe coming from horizontal lips, it looked like smoke, but I know what this black flower was really meant to be. It represented breathing, “we all live breathe and feel” the artist that painted it had said to me. Then on I loved it. I had him design my coffee cup at work with this on it. I even told him to brandish it make it his. Make it ours. And he did. Jermaine was very talented.

Entering, sure enough some smoke greeted me, what is it with weed that mellows out these artists? I never got it and I’ve smoked my fair share all it did was put me to sleep. Inhibitions or conditions of the mind? I’ll never know. I found a comfy seat close enough to the entrance as I watch Alicia the waitress there approach me. “The usual?” She asked above a whisper, I nod my agreement and she makes her way to the coffee stand to make me a vanilla cappuccino with cinnamon.  As I watch her to ensure I don’t have to be sceptic about my drink I listen to the woman at the mike and can’t help but turn my full attention to her as she poured her soul into my eardrums. She’d been standing behind the mike personally wrapped in a red gold and green scarf and been indignantly chanting about the rights of being a Australian woman and not letting society strip our bones of what was ours to begin with and saving the country.

“I am an Australian Goddess,

Strong when I’m supposed to be

You, you will not rape my sanity

Not steal my glory

I will shine like

I am the only sun in your

Tiny and miniscule universe

I’ll be bigger

And brighter I will

Not bleach my skin to be any lighter

My pigment is the figment of

So many albino imaginations

I will not be a slave of this

Self struggling nation”

She sounded angry but I could agree with her. She reminded me of Martin Luther King Junior’s “I had a dream speech.” What was happening to the foundation to the history to the legacy? She is just what I needed to change my mindset and ignore what I’d go home to. I considered myself very Australian. Maybe not 100% but this was my home and I couldn’t agree more about what was happening to it.

“Stand up and speak up

Shout out if you must

Cry for a nation that’s stop fighting for us

Black woman, black man

Queen and irie fellow

Stand up and lift up

Tear down the city if you must”

I’d been going off hooting like all the other Australian’s who knew exactly what she was talking about. Alicia’s black weave cut in a bob, puffy lips and all came swaying my way cappuccino in hand. I sat, I supped, I hummed, I listened, I related, I paid attention. I let the different poets take my soul on a journey with them. I had another cup, I contemplated having a drink. I did. I had a shot of vodka, then another, then I decided I wasn’t this girl. Self-pity would get me nowhere. I wanted him, I did. I felt a poem coming on. I took out my notepad, scribbled as I cascaded my emotions through my fountain pen that I used for writing. I propped my feet up under the table on the chair facing me, I had a bad back that wouldn’t quit, I liked to be comfy. Especially when I’m writing.

“Sins of the Flesh”

I’d went home undressed took a shower and headed out. It was Thursday. I wasn’t going to the shop or chilling with Timothy or staying home eating microwave dinners tonight. Tonight I’m going to step out of my comfort zone and going back on my bike. Why? Why the sudden change of heart I don’t know but I feel it in my bones it’s a good night. I’d showered hurriedly but it’ll be a slow drive. It’s Thursday right? I’d probably checked my phone screen a million times to ensure I got the day right. I wouldn’t want to show up and its karaoke night now would I?

Why the uncertainty? Who have I become? I’d fought the urge to succumb to actual human consciousness and took a dive off the deep end and revved the four cylinder engine on my Honda CBR600 that had been covered and parked in my garage since I compulsively bought it. I’ve never taken it out on these winding Australian streets... It’s going to be a slow ride. I refuse to lose myself control. Not on this machine.

I was going to Black Ivy to try and see life and hear emotions if I couldn’t feel them the way Veronica did. I felt like a scientist studying a new discovery. I wanted to see what it was about this place that made her eyes smile the way it did. The way I want to make her eyes smile. By God am I softening up? She is a sub and a dom must know his sub inside and out, I told myself to soothe the uproar in my black hole. It’s been spiralling out of control since Veronica looked at me and really looked. I felt like her eyes were mirroring the emptiness in my soul and it can’t mean I saw what was in me in her eyes. She knew nothing about me. She was exactly what I needed. I was so sure of this though I haven’t even had the best part of her yet. Veronica…

I sighed and straddled up back in my leather jacket for what felt like the first time. And like a virgin I eased out of the driveway and onto the evening street as the sky set ablaze in different shades of orange and pink as the sun went down. I always appreciated the beauty Australia was. Land of wood and water, magical beaches and beautiful views I’d added myself. I found the place and it was a rut. A hole in the wall like she’d described it, almost exactly the way she did; even the beautiful flower on the wall that within itself was poem.

I made my way in as a couple made their way out, both sporting afros, I felt like I had time travelled and stepped into the 70s peace signs hippies and all. A small faced gentleman was at the mike talking about someone’s earlier performance and introducing a “one of our own.” And Veronica went up to the mike. “It’s her first time up here, let’s show her some love people” the waitress approaching me as I took a seat out of sight began to hoot, so did a few. I heard a gentleman yell “GO Veronica!!!!!” from somewhere I couldn’t see.
Her first time?
She looked different. No makeup, bare her hair down, tucked behind her ears, a red summer dress that went all the way to her ankles covering her legs. I’ve never met that Veronica. She looked like the virgin Mary, if I knew what Mary looked like, she was probably as fragile, her face though shy, looked pensive as she stared into the single light that illuminated the stage unlike the soft lighting everywhere else. She wore no jewellery, she looked delicate. Her dress swaying as she began to rock gently closing her eyes as a soft instrumental I wasn’t familiar with began to play from speakers I couldn’t locate. She held the mike her eyes close her face upturned and opened her mouth. The voice I heard was unfamiliar... Raspy, sensual, aching.

He, makes me wanna do dumb things

Stupid things,

He makes my body sing,

Humming as he, he touched my skin

Mhhhmm, I close my eyes and all I see is him

Am I a fool to? To,

Want to give myself to him,

Has me swooning about the melody he brings

Like a mummy I’m petrified by his skin

His, dark melanin he was a stallion

Long legged champion

His eyes are a millennium of shooting stars

My sun, I rotate around him

I am a sinner by day and an angel by night

I want to bare my skin and give my crimson to him

His voice, mhhmm I’m trembling

The thought of being a prisoner

I belong to him

My lips, my, my body they belong to him

Oh, how my mind revolves around him

I want to be slave to his voice

He has pretty much my everything

What’s this, it’s just the beginning

I’m going to take him, I’m his but

Ohh he’s mine every inch and atom of him

I am a sinner, the grim reaper

A flesh eater I’ll consume him

Mine

This lust is getting to my mind

Temptation never look so good even in hindsight

We’re gonna touch a little different tonight

He’s gonna be my master

Control my body for the night

I’ve never felt so dirty but

I, I like it I, I want it

I’m officially a sinner cause tonight

I’ll give in to my deepest desires.

Who was that girl? I watched scared stiff, my mind was a chaotic jumble of immediate thoughts. Of questions of, amazement. I was impressed. I wasn’t impressed easily. But most of all I wanted to fuck her even more. As I listened to her swooning about being taken and giving in to her desires I wondered how?!.
First time?
How?! How long had she been writing? She was great. I had to admit it, I know I haven’t heard many poets of her kind but there was no questioning how good she was. Women mostly were in agreement by the shouts of “Yes Girl!” and the very loud “mmmhhmmms” and all the snapping going on, some even clapping until she had to pause and then continued when they calmed. The entire time she’d kept her eyes closed and the entire time my dick was hard. I watched the seductive way her lips moved, how they were slightly parted when she paused. I knew the poem was about me. Call me cocky but her words, her body language the way she touched her lips and held her dress tightly as she spoke ever so slowly reflected the way her eyes set a blaze, I could she her body setting a blaze that very same way. And so was the tingling in my balls. I was set ablaze and I’m sure any couple here would be going home to fuck with her passion stuck in their minds. I wanted to fuck listening to her. I wanted her. And now. But I knew she wasn’t ready. Not yet. Call Claire? I must.

Without waiting for her to finish I left, I couldn’t afford for her to see me either way. She cannot know I’ve seen her bare her soul at a poetry show case. She looked too fragile, but too sexy. I was going to break her. And then make her. She’d get to keep the poetry. She had to. I’d break her in and soon. Before I lost it.

Before I could get out the door I called Claire and she was on her way. I rode speedily and by the time I got there she was waiting by my door. I opened it

“Inside.”

I had made Claire silent tonight. I didn’t want her voice ruining the replaying imagine and sound of Veronica up on that stage. Upon entry I gagged her, stripped her and kept her back to me, still a beautiful view. When I was done with her, I left her in the play room and went to sleep in my decoy bed. When I woke up the next morning she was gone. Good.
Veronica
, sighing I made my way to the shower, showering Claire and the smell of myself away. I had been gentle, soft on her. Soft on what I had pretended was Veronica. No slaps, no ties. I held her in place pinned her to my sheets and grinded into her pussy until she exploded on my dick and until my balls exploded into the condom.

Working today was easy; I had been in high spirits. My co-workers noticed. I vaguely remember seeing Claire in the canteen. We didn’t speak; I don’t have conversations with her at work either way. I might say a small hi if we are close enough in the line but other than that I’d smile at her a way that I knew gave her butterflies. She was so predictable, readable.
Nothing like Veronica.
With her quite her pussy had done me well last night. I was definitely in a good mood. Plus it was Friday; the office was always peppy on a Friday with everyone looking forward to the weekend.

I felt like doing something new today. I hit T up to see what he’d been up to. He’d gone to his kid’s football match and as making his way home. Though he was but a mechanic he was an ideal husband, you see him or hear him talk about that boy and Shelly, you automatically see the white picket fence. We made plans to go chill at a strip club later on that night off the strip; both of us going solely to look and enjoy a few drinks. I wasn’t trying to have some chick on my lap getting my dick hard and he wasn’t trying to go home smelling like another woman and having Shelly-Ann killing his black half Indian ass. Boys will be boys, but we don’t play with any toy. He’d usually same “Amen to that my nigga” in his heavy accent. I always wondered if he was just afraid of her why he’d been that faithful, Shelly didn’t attract me in anyway. But every man has his own thing that tickles his fancy and by the way he spoke Shelly-Ann tickled all of his. I shook the very thought as it tried to creep up on me.