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) (7 page)

Veronica was due any minute now. She had told me she was on Topaz Crescent and that was only one turn and three blocks away from my building. It had been five minutes and she wasn’t walking. For the first in a very long time I was nervous, almost doubtful of my own sexual skills, almost. I had so many thoughts in my head I forgot that she was only coming for a massage, not to my play room.

Despite the sexual tension I was anticipating between us, I don’t think she was ready to submit to me yet, she knew all there was to know, but mentally I knew she was nothing but the novice she really was. She had surprised me by following complete details when I had instructed her to go to Ray’s and she sucked me clean in the closet, but sex with me would be different. Submitting to me will be different. I was apartment 23. The knocking on the door brought me back to the present as my anticipated future inched closer and closer. She’d been standing in my door way in baggy baby blue denim and a red stripped baby tee. My dick awoke from its short lived slumber. How was it possible that a woman clad in such unrevealing clothing had aroused me? It was simple, it was Veronica. She’d been wearing her innocence full force and her eyes had made me even harder.

“Welcome to my humble home.” I jeered her letting her in to examine my loft.

“Why thank you Sir,” she said in a mimicking British accent and stepped in.

She walked to center of the living room and slowly turned looking around; absorbing the manliness yet stylish design the red brick walls and scattered paintings gave the place. She’d focused on one specific piece a duplicated version of
Vermeer’s 1666
‘The Art of Painting’
. She studied it and moved on, shyly smiling, to the sofa and the 54” flat screen. I knew what she was wondering. I never watch T.V. She pointed to it and raised her left eyebrow.

“I know, I’m still 100% man, I’ve owned if not own, almost every piece of technology you can think of, even if I don’t use them.”

“Ahh” is all she said, and plopped down in my lazy boy and kicked her feet up, petite feet I thought. It was my turn to raise a brow. I’ve ever seen this side of her, I liked it. Another new side to the woman I had been planning to play like an instrument with my pianist hands.

“What I have a bad back! I like to be comfortable so I forget about the pain” she laughed and got up. “Bathroom? I’d like to get more comfortable, I hate wearing belts” she said pulling up her blouse hem exposing a little of bare flesh of her belly, my breath caught in my throat.

She innocently showed me her belt. I hadn’t noticed her bag. I think I noticed everything but the bag. The way her baby hair came down the side of her face making a semi-circle as it curled in front of her ear. The small lining of fine hair leading up to her navel, no belly ring but a belly button I thought was deep enough to feed water to a family.

“Down the hall to the left.” Is all I managed, as I studied her physical.

She had better not come out in lingerie. Her back would never get better if I attacked her on my living room floor. My aggression plus the floor didn’t sound like a good remedy to a bad back. Carpet or no carpeting I’d fuck her so hard I’d rub her out to nothing between myself and the floor. I paced and waited, imagined her in my spacious black and white bathroom undressing exposing herself taunting me, dancing moving her body ever so slowly, and I listened closely until I heard the door creek open. Moment of truth number one.

The moment I saw her I had to turn my back to her, I headed straight for the kitchen, darted for the kitchen. I was solid hard... Granite hard... Diamond hard... Veronica was too beautiful, too sexy, too fucking appealing for her own good. I'd never considered taking it by force until now. Would it be rape? I’d plea my case well. I didn’t lure her, or did I? Was I subconsciously planning my attack for today? My mind had gotten so crazy I didn’t follow it so well. I couldn't ruin this. I counted the Mississippis in my head until my dick was semi hard, that's the best I could do for now. She changed, looked like she intended to be in my space for a while. I was man enough. I was going to deal with it.

She had been wearing a short plaid pink, blue and yellow spaghetti strapped house dress that didn't require a bra, its torso fitting to her curves and flaring from the waist band down. The hair on the back of my neck grew stiff as my blood ran hot and straight to my dick. I had never seen so much of her skin. Her legs weren't given the mercy they deserved until now. She'd shaved them, maybe waxed then. They looked impeccably smooth, spotless running up slender to voluptuous thighs. Her breast almost straining in her top. I wanted to set them free.
One Mississippi, two Mississippi, breath in, breath out, three Mississippi, four

I tore my eyes away from her legs, from her breast, and refused the urge to look into her eyes. A short look at her face, she looked victorious. Bitch. Two can play this game, my ego sufficed to calm my dick. No woman had such control over me. None ever would, much less a novice! How dare her play the temptress? And then act so naïve to my thirst? Two can play at this, I'll not stop until she kings me or someone screams uncle. I'm sure it won't be me, a crown sounds pretty damn good. I smile at her, devilishly, she had no idea what she was in for.

"So, where are we gonna do this?" She asked, almost sounding like a cheap prostitute wondering, car or bushes, table or chair, not that I knew much about prostitutes. But it came to mind none the less. I curved the thought at her ever giving her body so willingly and not for the right reason or to the right person.

"Oh, you probably don't want to be in my bed so soon, but we have no option it’s the third door on the left, I'll lead the way”.  So soon? I could smell her pussy begging me to fuck her, I imagined it. Imagined her talking pleading the way she did at Ray’s on her knees looking into my eyes. Abandoning her bag on the floor by the lazy boy, I lead her down the hall to my decoy bedroom; just a simple room, with a dresser, boring bed and night table, against pale blue walls a few things hanging in the open closet. She looked around and said nothing.

"Ok so lay on the bed and I'll go get you a towel to cover with" and I left leaving the door ajarred.

Bill's place was cosy, welcoming, but desperately needed the touch of a woman, for a small moment I pictured being the woman. Would I be but a toy if I moved in, would I be a trophy just like the flat screen? I compared it to me on Jonathans place reluctantly, I preferred our place. . I admired his taste differently; he was a mixture of hardcore, woods and artistry.  There was so much I didn’t know about him, like his favourite colour, I vaguely remember him saying it was green, but men tended to think one thing and do another, I’d never seen him in a green shirt. I resisted the urge to go to his closet and inhale his sent, the sheets didn’t smell like him either, they smelt fresh of detergent and fabric softener.

I had purposefully chosen this dress because I knew it was short enough to keep him guessing, but wanting. And the material was perfect to expose hard nipples. Good choice Veronica, I gave myself a mental pat on the back, and waited for him to return. Lying in the middle of the bed. He'd looked so appetizing. In a navy blue sweat pants with symmetrical white stripes going down the sides and a white round neck t-shirt. I imagined his dick swinging around in full force beneath the mess lining I assumed his pants had. He didn't see a thing coming.

***

I walked in and there she was, in the middle of the bed laying face down. I could've done whatever I wanted to her, whatever I wanted. And lord knows I wanted to do so many things to such a feminine body. Veronica was well rounded.

“Do you want the towel?”

“No that’s ok. I’d only use if it I were naked”

I must have been losing my mind, how could just the word naked sound so utterly dirty. The words been used in so many ways.
Stop stalling Bill and get your ass in there

“You don’t mind me seeing your underwear? Aren’t you a brave s...” I had begun slowly pulling her dress up over her hips, to access her back, and exposing her bare ass. Veronica was ultimately playing with fire. And by fire I meant the tingling sensation in my balls. I wanted to spill my seeds all over her ass. It was, scrumptious looking, I wanted to take a big bite out of it and sink my teeth slowly into her.
Was this girl fucking mad?
I’m sure she’d heard when my heart stopped beating and rebooted coming back in a race, pounding against my sternum. I stood. I was too close to my limit. Then I locked it away, picked up my favourite KY Jelly and proceeded her massage admiring the glistens of her moisten skin against the white linen bed spread. A body like this did not belong in this bed, in this room. I slowly circled my thumbs deeply between the dips that were her back dimples. Circling it I could feel the tension there, a knot. She really did have a problem, my massage couldn’t help.

Slowly, transfixed I rubbed the jelly into her skin slowly, circularly and firmly; bringing my hands back and forth between her mid back and ass crack. Her ass had been too tempting. Reapplying jelly to my hands and some on the lower back I massaged her across her lower back, to the sides and down to her thighs, avoiding her ass cheeks as to not feel too guilty. I listened to her soft moans, and when my index finger slowly grazed the back of her knee she stirred, exposing a little of her cunt. And I’d lost the battle of the day.

Succumbing to temptation, I slowly worked the lubricant into her ass, massaging her bottom feeling her flesh in my palms, groping her. She was so relaxed, almost as if she were asleep. She felt just as good as she looked. Slowly I parted her legs. Her pussy was even better looking than her ass was. There was her plumped pearl, waiting for me, clit peeking through puffy lips. I’d slowly used my most moist finger to rub her exposed clit. Slowly, tracing up the fold to her entrance. All I needed to do was part her lips and all her rivers would run from inside her, she had been too wet. Licking my finger, once, then twice, I savoured her. I had to have her, and now.

***

There it was, his final moment of weakness. I laid in his bed, relaxed, thinking to myself.
This is it
. I was moaning softly as he rubbed my clit and sucked my flavour from his finger like a three year old licking his finger after dipping it in the honey jar. I felt him, fighting himself, and then his mouth was on me. He straddled me back turned to mine and buried his face in my pussy.
This is what it was like?
Without my own permission my body began gyrating on his face. He’d part my lips and nested his tongue between them, slowly I rode it, basking in the ripples of pleasure as he alternated between such actions, sucking my clit and forcing his tongue as deep as he could. He continued and continued until finally my thighs clenched his face and I exploded onto and into his mouth... I laid there unable to move, I had never experienced an orgasm as intense. I felt drained. But obviously he was just getting started. The pain in my back was nowhere to be found. 

If I felt any better I would have levitated to the roof. He had gotten up and walked over to the curtain. He took the curtain binder and bound my hands behind my back.
Kinky, it finally began
and then he took a kerchief and blindfolded me. Slowly he pulled me up by both arms.

“Kneel”, his voice was softer than I expected, I knelt. “Find it” he said,
what?
Shaking my head from side to side, he grabbed my hair and pulled me closer; I didn’t have to guess how close his dick was to my face, I could feel the fire it radiated. Slowly seeking him out with my mouth closed it bumped into my face. The tip had been wet, precum... he took his hand and rubbed the precum on my lips, and with his thumb tugged my bottom lip open; I obeyed and took it into my mouth. Slowly, I suckled. Unable to see, I felt like my sense of taste heighten, my hearing, as well as my ability to feel. It was nothing like the first time sucking his dick. My mouth knew him, not very well but knew him all the same. The walls of my jaws studied every vein as I pumped him in and out of the corner of my mouth. His moans were my encouragement. He sat on the side of the bed, pulling his dick out and pushing my head down to lick his balls. This was something new for me. I squinted my already blinded eyes closed and bared the feeling of prickly hairs and loose skin. After playing with his balls in my mouth for almost a minute and listening to the delicate moans coming from the back of his throat I began to enjoy it. They were too fun to play with. In out in out, in out both in and out and tickling them with my tongue.

Suddenly I’ feel myself being dragged up and thrown to the bed. I hear him rustling through things, then the ripping of the condom wrapper. Before I knew it his hands held me by the neck, not choking me and he slams forcefully and deeply inside my walls. He begins to rock, as if breaking in his new pussy. I adjusted to the feel of him there and he adjusted his pace. Slowly easing out of me, and driving back in. His breathing raspy and his dick firmly nested he began to apply pressure to his thrusts. I wanted to scream but couldn’t. I felt another orgasm building and my walls holding on to his hardness for dear life, as if my body had somehow warned him, he’d pulled his dick out and eased the rest of my body onto the bed and put me on my chin and knees. In a somewhat squatting position he entered me slowly. He didn’t hesitate in picking up the pace, again I was on the verge of another orgasm, moaning muffled “I’m comings” He rammed harder and harder, covering my mouth and then holding me in place by my mouth. Unable to talk unable to move unable to see my body was completely his to do as he pleased. And as I begged him “Sir, please may I come?” Over and over again, until his voice was directly in my head, “Yes you may”, and my body let go as he pumped deeper and harder, giving way to my orgasm; I knew I belonged to him, beyond these walls today.

No sooner than I had come, I felt myself being yanked up, and forced to my knees, and I knew what was to come. “Open” is all he said. I did as I was told. It was taking longer than I thought. But, with a “Stick your tongue out” he came all over my mouth out stretched tongue and open cleavage. When did he lose the condom I don’t know? I could not get myself to swallow. His cum was bitter.

Him panting, me disgusted, I made my way to the bathroom. I saw another door, was curios what was behind it. I didn’t bother. I went directly to the bathroom and relieved myself of the horrid contents of my mouth, a very light shade of grey is my best description, with a taste that was mixed with either cement and aloe vera . Did I know what cement taste like? I’m almost sure I didn’t. I spat in the face basin, brushed the hair from my face and rinsed with the mouth wash. I heard about a mouth wash trick when sucking dick, but I’d already tried something new today.  Thinking back to the first time I swallowed, I remember Jonathan on the brink of screaming like a woman as I sucked the cum from his dick. The stomach ache I had after was in fact not a mental condition. It couldn’t be good for me no matter what “scientist say”. I made my way back to the bedroom to find Bill, arms folded and behind his head, on the right side of the bed, looking at the ceiling. Since I took the priority of washing my mouth out I kissed him on his up raised chin, and laid on his left side.

This is as an experience I’m sure I will never forget purely because it was everything I had hoped it would be, and then some. I had a feeling he had been nice to me since this was the first time. Now I was a part of a different world, a world where my face would lie in expressing what I’m feeling while my body told nothing but the truth and the whole truth so help me god. A world where I knew I was a sinner from the very beginning, a world where success had a taste, one I could not bear to swallow. I laid still and waited for the guilt to swallow me instead.

***

Veronica lay beside me, pensive. It had been short; I had to force myself to orgasm before I hurt her. With a kiss to her frontal lobe I pulled her into my arms and held her, she was now mine. We agreed in silence, there was no turning back now. Her pussy was too sweet.  I held her for mere minutes that had passed so sluggishly it seemed like I was holding her for hours. Even after sex her messy hair smelled great. Her skin, looked beautiful in the late afternoon light, I appraised the fine pimples that ran along her arms. She was beautiful. I watched the flare of her nostrils as she breathed and the rise of her chest. Wow my cock didn’t know when to quit. I released her from my grasp turning up the air conditioner and laying back down. I didn’t reach for her that time. I wasn’t allowed to do this. I should probably leave and go watch TV or something. Instead I stayed there in comfortable silence as we both went to a place in our minds that we didn’t express on our faces. A part of me wondered if she had been reliving the moment. I fought the urge to ask how it was like most men did. Those men are insecure, I was sure of myself; I paid enough attention to her body to her facial expressions to her breathing to tell.  Men needed to know these things. There are some signs you just can’t miss. Like the way she rode my tongue, how she angled her pussy, I now knew what part she liked having liked most, the way her moans grew soft from behind, doggie style or as Timothy would call it ‘back shot’ wasn’t her favourite position. I’d have to break that news to T softly, that no, it wasn’t all women’s favourite. She could not be a missionary girl, correction, a grandma and grandpa girl,
I was learning
. With those legs I bet she liked having them over my shoulders. I wasn’t too fond of that position, it was too intimate. The eye contact the closeness, the sharing of expressions, I prefer to see and not be seen. I think back shot was really men’s favourite. You get to grip her ass cheeks and not only be pleased physically butt mentally as you watch yourself disappear into pink hot flesh over and over again. Me, I liked doggystyle. Face down and ass up all the way, but I had to hand it to Veronica, her expressions were priceless. I could smell the sex thick in the air, maybe I should crack a window or the door or something, Veronica didn’t complain and I didn’t mind. I’ll find out her favourite position soon enough, hopefully it was one I could handle, she looked flexible.

I thought of Zoey, and her favourite position, speed bump, she’d lift her hips up and put two pillows beneath herself and say to me “two is better than one” and she’d be set just right for me to enter her from behind, my chest to her back me nibbling on her neck as she leaned in to me, I vaguely remember her smell and the sound of her soft voice. Avoiding this I get out of bed, cover Veronica, she looks at me and for  a moment I know she knows my mind had not been here or on what she had just given to me, I’m not sure we shared anything but a memory.

“Where you going?” her voice drew me from my reverie, I smile at her but not with my eyes.

“Just to take a leak”

I went, emptied my bladder, all the time taming the storm in my head, nothing happened in my heart, it was dead, been dead. I didn’t go back to bed, instead I went to the fridge, rehydrated, turned the radio on, the silence wasn’t my very good friend, I let John Mayer fill the halls, I bet Veronica knew this song; she hummed to almost all of them. I heard her coming after a while when she didn’t see me return, I’d been flipping through a catalogue I could recite that had been sitting on a side table, Britain’s top ten historic motorcycles of all time. She smiles, goes to the refrigerator as well, looks at me questioningly, I nod, she takes out oj, looks back at me, I nod again. I’m sure she couldn’t finish the entire 2 litres, she could have a few of the small glasses, she only had one, came and sat on the sofa opposite to mine. Was the silence no longer comfortable? I was grateful she understood that we were now in two separate worlds and didn’t come sit on my lap or something, I had too much on my mind, I thought she’d break it all. She did a good job actually, gave willingly didn’t have to be prepped. I’ll see if she can handle more than this, sooner rather than later. She turned got comfortable and put her feet up, bad habits die hard? I don’t think it was a habit she’d been trying to curve.