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) (8 page)

I watched as she tilted her head back, deep in thoughts, this was getting to me.

“What is it?” I asked, not being able to stand her silence any longer. “Nothing, at all” she smiled. But her eyes were sarcastic, or was that what she looked like lying? I didn’t pry, I didn’t care. I had my own issues to worry about, my own demons to battle and my own skeletons to bury.

What had I gotten myself into, chasing Veronica like a dog on a leash, pathetic? I was a dom, a controller, I controlled all things including myself, and she sat there so beautiful and goddess like, like a weakness, my kryptonite. I would not have it. After I’ve had my way, Veronica had to go, after I got what I wanted. I glared at her, I felt myself getting upset. No woman, none. Not me. I needed to calm down, before I ended up taking my anger out on her.

Self control is key. I calmed down. I tossed her the remote and she smiled, I got the day’s paper. As long as she doesn’t turn the station to some stupid soap or something even more ridiculous like cartoons or lifetime she could stay. Through the corner of my eyes I watched her skipping channel after channel, obviously not looking and not paying any attention, she looked at me, I looked away, and she looked away. She looked at me again. “What is it Veronica?” “Nothing she replied.” I adjusted myself in my chair and continued reading. She was annoying me. I looked her dead in the face the next time she looked at me. “That’s it, exactly it.” She said under her breathe. “Speak up. What did you say?” she didn’t stutter now, looking at me she said. “I said, that’s it!”
What was “it”?

“I don’t follow.”

“Of course you wouldn’t follow, I’m not sure you know or even recognise.”

“Elaborate.” Arching a brow I warded off my temper and frustration, I was easily agitated.

Looking at me with the eye’s she did the very first time, and in the voice she’d recite her poem she said. “Your eyes go from brown to gone in an instant. I saw them disappear twice. When you went you went to the bathroom, and just now.”

“I suppose I understand the metaphor, I plea the fifth”

“No need to answer, I didn’t ask you a question.

I do however have one for you. A question”

I said nothing, giving her the go ahead to ask her question. One I probably won’t be answering, Veronica was deep, she made me feel like I was maskless, but everybody knows you can’t trust a pretty boy with good skin, lies pinned to his smile dimple in his chin.

“Who broke you?”

The question was simple, a direct question. One that went directly to purgatory. One I was certain I would not be answering. Maskless, most women, some men, men who didn’t know me, figured I had it together, not a care in the world. Not a worry not a stress, nothing to bother me, Veronica saw me limp dicked and already she’d known subconsciously that I was in fact, broken.

“Why would you even ask such a question?” I scuffed, shifted, changed my mind, I didn’t want to even hear her explanation, I know I won’t like it.

“Never mind that, no one broke me, we are not having this conversation, and it’s a mute topic, a dead topic at that.” I smiled at her. My eyes had a way to reassure women, especially when I knew I was lying.

“Whatever you say sir.” Veronica didn’t sound like she bought it. Matter of fact she asked so convincingly I was questioning myself, my walls and all my defences, was Veronica invincible? I sat with a fixed expression that said “
I’ve got this, you’re wrong
” as the evening carried on and she watched series after series of two scientists who were roommates. It was humorous, Veronica giggled, knew some lines word for word like she’d watch it a million times and eased into the afternoon, before she finally left.

Controlling Her 4

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Kilie Sams

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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.

Is it possible that I’m getting soft? Have I, Bill Hilton, broken?

Never. The only thing that broke had stayed broken years ago, and I had built something new on those ashes, a new me on those ashes. That was the pass and it would stay there. I refuse to change and lose myself because some sub feels the need to act out or be different or decides that she can’t handle this anymore.

Should I have seen it coming?

Apparently I don’t see much coming ever. I needed a ride and badly. I needed to be cruising down a high way bursting through the speed limit and flying into freedom. I needed release. A release Veronica couldn’t give to me, let alone Claire. Sunday morning Australian streets were
“Easy like a Sunday morning”
clear. I knew exactly where I would ride to. Why was I so angry? Why did I feel like my walls had collapsed and my mask thrown to the floor? I needed a self check, a run through of my priorities lately I had seem to been mixing things up. Mixing. That was a good idea. Something struck me, the greatest idea. Veronica had to see me tonight, and so would Claire. I called Veronica first, scheduled her arrival for 6:30 and Claire’s for 7:15. Riding could wait. I needed to feed my obsession and soon, before I did something even worst. I was on a trail of self-destruction before sex became my outlet, before I learnt the power of control and how it could attract a woman like a bee to fresh sunflowers and like a moth to a flame. I’d watch powerful women bend and curve to my every desire, watched them take it slowly up the ass just to amuse me. I wasn’t an ass man; sometimes I’d feel the need to have that very thigh muscle squeeze my shaft, but I wouldn’t want to end my games too quickly. I knew some men couldn’t go without it. That wasn’t me. That’s another thing that attracted women. They loved a man who was sure of himself, sure of what he wanted. A little cockiness never hut nobody, confidence is over rated, that nice guy finished last thing, was under rated, nice guys just start the race when the trophy was already polished and on a pedestal in some asshole’s basement. Me I was that asshole. If it was the last thing I would be.

Tonight my women will be here.

It was a known fact. I was in love with Bill. So madly in love that I would have done anything he asked of me. When I had been promoted from his secretary to assistant HR manager, I had not wanted to take it, but I had to, I needed the money. Adam and I had been saving for our dream wedding. I knew I would never in a million years be able to be with Bill, but a tiny part of me had always hoped he could’ve been mine. Hoped that one day he’d realise he was madly in love with me all along and didn’t know it. But, this wasn’t the movies, and in life you had to make do with what you had, make limeade if you couldn’t get the lemon. I knew it, I was a hopeless romantic I still hoped.

That part of me died when I met Veronica.

I wasn’t allowed to call him and beg for sex, I was only allowed what he wanted to give to me. In the beginning that was ok, he’d wanted me with every open window he got from working. Then I got pregnant with Alexander my now one year old son and he’d only called me once since the baby; I had missed him. As soon as my six month healing period had been over, I had been ready to be harnessed again, but he hadn’t called. At first I thought he’d been done with me for sure, but bumping into him in the streets of New Kingston one day he’s assured me he didn’t hate me and was only busy, yeah right I thought to myself. He probably thought I was just short and fat now, he always did have a problem with my height. Lucky for me I had little to no baby fat after Alex, and what I did have I worked of running two miles on early Saturday mornings at E-park. I’d looked good the day he saw me,
thank god
. I was wearing a fitted, faded, sky blue aero jeans pant, a figure hugging grey turtle neck old navy sweater and my nine west pull up boots. I didn’t wear a lot of makeup but the cherry Mac lip gloss tasted delightful. I topped it off with my hair pilled high on my head in a cinnabun and little dropped silver earrings and a brown cotton scarf that matched the boots. He’d stared at my lips long enough and I knew he missed me, I wished he’d miss me, show some affection. Instead he’d smiled cordially like we were never intimate, like he never saw me naked, like he’d never touch me inappropriately, like he’d never fucked me over his desk late one night in his office, like he’d never known me sexually. The day he called and demanded I be at his loft by six o’ clock I’d told Adam I had a book club meeting and left, he never questioned me. It reminded me of Rihanna’s R&B hit Unfaithful. I couldn’t help the situation. I loved Adam, lord knows I did, I do he was my lime, but I had to get what he wasn’t giving me. I’d rushed to Bill’s and gotten there in the nick of time to be spanked, throat fucked and sated the right way, the way Adam didn’t know how sadly.

I knew something was wrong the day he’d called me on a rainy Saturday afternoon. He didn’t normally call on a Saturday. He’d simply call and have me at his leisure after work mostly; I didn’t know what he did on most weekends. When I had arrived at his apartment he’d refused to kiss me and had me sit across from him in his dinning and kitchen area.

“Claire, do you know what you are to me?” he’d asked. What an odd question after three years of being his on and off submissive, his play thing, he ought to have expected me to know the answer to that by now.

“Of course sir I am your submissive”

“You may speak freely Claire, but don’t get comfortable, you understand that you do everything I say you have to do and not complain about it?”

“Yes of course Bill. What is this about?” his name tasted good in my mouth.

“I just want to ensure that you know you have no say once you enter the playroom tonight, as I’m not aware of your views on a situation such as this one.”

“Wait what? A situation like what Bill what are you talking about?” Immediately I began to panic. It was often that he scared me; I’d been through all his tricks I had thought. I guess I was wrong. What could this be? What was I going to find on the other side of his door? What was Bill going to do to me. This last time I was this afraid was his wax play. My mother had died in a fire and I was afraid of heat ever since. Sometimes I had to shower in cold water due to my fear and Stony hill tap water could get icy cold. I’d almost pissed myself when he’d dripped the wax on my erected nipples. Before the orgasm could race through me I’d safe worded him. I had tried to stop using it, he hated it, looked at me with dismay and disappointment in his eyes, I don’t like disappointing him, never did.

He was pensive, waiting for me to calm down so he could continue.

“What are you talking about Bill!” I almost yelled

He was quite, and calmly in almost a whisper he replied.

“You’ve just lost your privilege to speak or even look at me. Take your fucking hair down and strip. And don’t make me wait too long.”

He left went inside the room to prepare my punishment I presumed. Fuck, I knew better than to raise my voice at him, I wanted to slap myself I knew I took too much of a strong defence. God I was fucked and I’m not sure it’ll be in a good way. The hair on the back of my neck prickled with excitement and fear as I hurriedly began to take my hair down and undress.

He returned, finding me on my hands and knees by the door. Running his fingers through my hair he pulled it back, and slapped my face. “I have the right mind to spit on you, you disgust me, get your ass inside here.” He held me by the hair dragging me into the room.

Afraid to look around I sat on my heels waiting where he left me, by the bed head down.

When he pulled me up on my feet, my heart almost killed me as it lodged itself inside my throat.

That’s the first time I’d laid eyes on Veronica.

Bill was odd today. He’d told me he had a surprise for me, for being a good slut. Surprises? What kind of surprise could an empty soul possibly think of? He didn’t strike me as the romantic type. I didn’t let myself get excited. Sure enough there was nothing romantic to be excited about, a part of me was relieved, I don’t know if I could handle him professing his love for me, that would make a bad situation worst. When I need love I knew where to get it. I didn’t want things getting any more complicated.

We got to the playroom, rainy Saturday evening and I was in the mood to fuck, what was the surprise? We did the usual strip and get into bed, no surprise in that. Then things started to get funny, not haha funny but awkward funny. He’d told me how pretty I looked strapped down to the bed, how much he wanted to simply fuck me, but his twisted mind wouldn’t let him,
twisted mind?
He’d sound insane, but I knew he was a man who kept it together, or at least pretended to. He’d got the flogger and slapped my outspread pussy, it stung my clitoris in an erotic way, and I was soaking the sheets beneath me. I couldn’t see him but I knew he was walking around the room. My legs were beginning to ache from being out spread for so long. What was he waiting on? The door opened and closed as he left, inwardly I sighed... It opened again; I heard shuffling, then quietness.

“Where have you been I’ve been waiting for you” I said in a slow sultry voice. “Please take me; I can’t wait any longer,” I whispered unsure if I was even allowed to speak since there’d been no talking, or instructions, all I was told to do was relax.

Everything was still, the silence drove me insane. I waited, and waited. It was broken,

“Taste her”

What?! What?! What???
As if the revolution had begun I felt another presence. Who was it? I began to struggle, strain almost in a rage pulling at the ribbons he’d use to tie my limbs to the bed. They wouldn’t budge. “No!” “No!!” Bill had moved my senses where like that of a canine, I stilled listen, he came around the bed, put his lips to my ear holding my neck and whispered. “You look so beautiful; you’re my pretty girl, my best girl. Don’t you want to please me?” I nodded, “Then shut up, be still and don’t make me have to speak to you again.”

I was terrified; I’d never heard a tone like that, in psychotic movies yes. I felt like a kidnap victim strapped to a table about to have her scalp peeled and used as a wig for a psychotic killer with a blonde obsession. Had Bill finally lost it? Who the fuck was looking at me sprawled out naked, embarrassed. I was grateful for the blindfold because I could not bear to look at or remember the face, was he Timothy, was Bill going to get off from watching his best friend have his way with me? I thought I was his?! How could he do something this fowl? Running circles around my mind of who, what and why’s I was hauled from my panic stricken mind, when I felt plumped lips against the moisture of my mound. A tongue, then a stifled groan. It was a woman. A woman! Who was she! Bill knows how homophobic I am.
WHY WAS HE DOING THIS?!
My mind wanted to yell rape but my body reacted, she was better. Better than Adam, she moved slowly, unwillingly but she felt good all the same, better than Bill, ok maybe not. “Good girl” I could hear Bill softly cooing in her ear. I could imagine him softly rubbing her head as she licked at me. She almost seemed like she had begun to enjoy it, but all the same my mind wasn’t letting me, my body replied while the entire time my mind had been rejecting her sweet assaults. I wanted to tear my hair out, gripping the sheets I felt my hips rising to meet her tongue strokes, forcing myself down on her tongue as she wiggled it inside my love hole. I was coming, coming on the lips of another woman, I was disgusted with myself. I wanted to curl into a fist and fight for my dignity and self worth, and all my beliefs. But, my pussy just wanted release.