PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Shapeshifter Romance: The Vampire's Stolen Bride (BBW Fantasy Alpha Male Romance Books) (New Adult Vampire Fun Mature Young Adult Billionaire Steamy Love and Romance Novella) (11 page)

I focused on my pleasure and then it was like my whole world was changing. I’ve never felt, so completely used and loving every second of it. I felt my body twist and turn around him and then I heard his exclamation of surprise, as his cock gave me my just dessert.

“That’s it, take it all you nasty little bitch.” The surge of his manhood was followed by streams of hot juices that made me smile from the inside out. When he finally emerged from the tunnel, his shaft was put through its paces and then he undid the shackles and I fell limply into his arms. We then enjoyed the picnic, but I was constantly looking at those swinging chains on the branch and not quite believing that this had actually happened. He told me that he liked my weight and he enjoyed the feel of my overabundance against him.

Chapter 4

When I arrived at the office, I was wearing an entirely new wardrobe that consisted of a black leather skirt and a red blouse that made me look like I was enticing the male bulls to charge me at a moment’s notice. My hair was down and flowing freely and I was wearing the contacts that I never really had any need for.

“Joan, you don’t look like the same person. I thought that there was some hidden part to you and it’s always the quiet ones that you have to worry about.” I’ve heard the same thing, but that had never pertained to me, until I got involved physically and mentally with Evan.

“Joan, I think this new you suits you. A lot of people are not happy with this new change of dynamic, but that’s something that they’re just going to have to get used to.”

“I needed somebody like Evan to come around to show me that I didn’t have to stand on the sidelines and not go unnoticed. I could let my hair down and show the world the woman that I want to be.” I walked away from her after about 10 minutes of conversing. I walked into my office with my new partner sitting at the desk going over projections and personnel files.

It wasn’t hard for us to figure out who was the weak link and who was pulling their weight more than others. Those that were skimming by had pink slips on their desk before the end of the day. There were five in total, but there were also several yellow cards placed on the desks of those that needed to make a concentrated effort to do better. A bonus check was placed on the desks of those that had gone above and beyond and were willing to step up and do what was needed. That only consisted of five more, but they were now giving the recognition that they deserved.

As the day progressed, I continually looked at Evan and the way that he was wearing that blue suit and white shirt with no tie. He did wear a tie when I first came in, but after several hours of poring over file after file, he took it off like it was a noose around his neck.

“Joan, I was worried when I first got here that I would have nobody that wanted me to be here. That changed very fast when I met you and I saw that sparkle of deviousness in your eyes. It was the reason why I figured that you would be ripe for the picking and I was right.” He was very proud of himself and I went over and found him pulling my hands behind my back and then wrapping that same tie that he had worn earlier, until it was in knots. Even as I struggled, I knew that I was never going to be able to break those bonds.

“I was wondering when you were going to do that and you did say that there would be times that I would have this look in my eye. I’ll have you know, I had that look in my eye from the moment that we parted ways last night. I tossed and turned in my bed with images of myself hanging there and you behind me making me feel things that I didn’t think were possible.” He was now lifting my black leather skirt and finding that I wasn’t wearing any panties. He gasped out loud and he smacked my bare ass with a ruler that he had on the desk. That hurt like hell, but I didn’t give him any reason to stop.

“I don’t think I have to tell you what spanking you does for me, Joan. You can see it for yourself, not unlike the way that you saw it last night in the woods. You should’ve seen your face when those shackles were put on your wrists. You looked like you were terrified, but you were also curious. That was all that I needed to take it to the next step.” This time, he pressed on my shoulders and I easily fell to my knees with his hands to guide me. He produced his cock and it was large and ready to slip into my mouth.

“I’ve been thinking about your lips and I knew that I had gone too far last night. I wanted to lead up to the shackles, but I just couldn’t help myself. I like how easily you take pain. You don’t have to lie to me and I know that you enjoy it.

“I do enjoy it and that’s one of the reasons why I’m scared. I don’t know what I’m capable of and you seem to have a way of twisting things to your favor.” His cock head touched my lips and I enveloped it in the heated embrace of my mouth. My tongue curled around it. I’ve never been into blow jobs, but this was different.

“I knew that you’d like it, Joan. I know you better then you know yourself.” That was a bold statement to make and I’d always wanted a man that was able to see past the allusion that I put out to others. “I see you, Joan and I know that others don’t, but I’m going to make it my life’s mission to show you things that you’ve never seen before.” He continued to pave the way to the back of my mouth and with my saliva making him slippery when wet, it became obvious in a hurry that he wanted me to deepthroat.

I had no problem trying it, but it was another matter altogether. I did manage to get the head into the constricting feel of my throat, but that was about it. I knew that in time and practice that I would be easily able to accommodate his length and girth.

He pulled my hair and made me look at him, as my mouth was stuffed full of his meat. I heard the door knob jingling and I panicked for a second, until I figured out that he had locked the door.

“Come back later, we’re busy going over the evaluations.” The shadow under the door slowly turned and disappeared. I’d stopped what I was doing, but then he took a firm hold on my shoulders and began to piston back and forth. He was close to that moment of truth and I could feel it in the vein along the back side of the shaft and the way that his cock head swelled and in the way that his breathing had become quite erratic.

He pulled away and left me wanting and I knew that this was his plan all along “I don’t think so, Joan and that is not where I want to put it. I will say that I’ve never had a woman go down on me like that before and I think that we’ll be doing that a lot more in the future.” He lifted me easily and placed me on his desk with my legs spread and ready for inspection.

He delved in deep with his tongue, but it only lasted a minute, before he pulled himself away. I stared at him incredulously, not quite believing that he would start something that he didn’t finish.

He pierced my womanhood with his manhood and we were now joined together with my hands still tied behind my back with that red power tie of his. I had my hands on top of his desk from behind and I was able to look him in the eye, as he applied pressure and took me to that place that every woman knows.

“Give me your body and I’ll show you the world.” That was never more evident by the two plane tickets that were sitting on the desk to Paris France. He wanted me to accompany him to a business symposium in two weeks. It was apparently something that he had gone to himself and it made him the man that he was today.

“Evan, you’re going to take what you want anyway, even though I do want it. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life and that includes this job.” He started to move with increasing speed and before long, his balls were literally slapping up against my splayed legs. I was grinding against him, gritting my teeth and making sure that he was, as deep as he could possibly be.

We moved together for over an hour and he really did know how to read my body language. I guess he had become quite the consummate lover by teaching himself how to know when a woman was that close.

“I’m cummming.” I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t want to. It wasn’t long before he was spilling his seed within my womb. “Oh god…I love every inch and pound of your body. It’s all in the way that you carry yourself, Joan.”

I found out a week later that I was pregnant and we now had plans to marry on our trip to France. It’s almost like it was destined to be. I wondered what I would tell the kid, when he finally asked how we consummated his existence. I’m sure that we would lie and say that it was out of love and I guess in retrospect it was. Just not the conventional kind.

THE END

Docto
r’
s Little Secret

“Ivy, I need to see you in my office,” Doctor Shaffer said to me. I had no idea what he wanted. My heart pounded as I walked down the hallway. I had only been working at his office for about two weeks and things were not going very well.

I began working at the doctor’s office because I wanted to go to school to be a nurse. I was planning on starting college in the fall, but wanted to have a little bit of experience before I began. I had never worked this type of job before. Of course, I had a job while I was in school, but it was nothing more than waiting tables after school each evening for a couple of hours.

I wanted to do what I loved, and that was not waitressing. I was offered this temp job through my school when I graduated. It was a program that was reserved for only the best students and I was one of them.

I made straight A’s all through school, I had never done anything to get myself into trouble, and I made sure—unlike the other girls I went to school with—that my body was always covered.

When I turned eighteen, I noticed that so many of my friends were wearing clothing that showed off their bodies. I didn’t want to do that. It was not that I was not comfortable in my own skin; in fact, I loved the way I looked. I watched all of those stick-thin girls walk around with their bones popping out, starving themselves while I ate cheeseburgers and enjoyed all of my curves.

Some of the girls called me fat, but I did not care. I knew that I was healthy while they were starving. I thought all of that high school stuff would end once I graduated. But I was wrong.

I began working for Dr. Shaffer, thinking that the ladies here would accept me and be willing to help me learn, but that was not the case. They gave me dirty looks, and when I asked questions, they would not answer me. Dr. Shaffer was amazing though; he was always making sure that all of my questions were answered and showed me things that I would have never gotten to see if I had just stayed with the nurses. He allowed me to come into the exam rooms with him while he worked with his patients and he explained everything to me.

Dr. Shaffer had been practicing for about ten years. I remembered when he opened his office in our town. Women instantly fell in love with him. He was a beautiful Caucasian man with a tan that looked like he had just come back from vacation. His hair was dark, and his eyes were so brown, they were almost black. He stood a good six-foot-two but never tried to intimidate anyone.

We had become quite close over the past few weeks and I could not deny that he was an attractive man. I was sure that he did not look at me the same way though. He was nice to everyone that worked for him, of course, but he was extremely nice to me.

I thought that was one of the reasons that the other nurses did not like me.  At first, I thought it was because my skin was so dark. I lived in a fairly diverse community, but I was very dark, so I assumed that might be the issue. More recently, I have come to the conclusion that it was actually something else.

We had all gone out to dinner after work one night. Dr. Shaffer had said that we were doing such an amazing job that he wanted to treat us. One of the nurses said that he did it quite often because he didn’t have anyone to go home to. I couldn’t see how he was not married or at least have a girlfriend, but that really was none of my business.

Our waitress had dark skin like myself, and all of the nurses were extremely polite to her and left her large tips. That’s when I knew there was more to it than the color of my skin.

I had heard them talking yesterday about how Dr. Shaffer paid more attention to me than he did to them. How he favored me and how it was disgusting for a man of his age to look at a little girl like me the way he did. I wanted to walk right up to them and tell them I was no little girl, but I did not want to get into a fight at work. I really needed to keep my job for as long as I possibly could.

I did not think that he treated me differently than he treated them, and I assumed that they were just jealous that he was taking the time to teach me. I knew one day I would be a better nurse than they ever had been.

Dr. Shaffer really was an amazing man. He told me how he had joined the Army right out of high school and had earned his medical degree through them. He had served ten years and when he got out of the Army, he had moved back to his hometown to open up an office. He told me how he had been in Iraq and how he had saved soldiers
’
lives. The stories he told were fantastic. I did notice that he never talked about a woman in his life, or any family for that matter. He only talked about his work.

I had made it to the Doctor’s office door and placed my hand on the doorknob. The door suddenly opened and there stood Dr. Shaffer in front of me.

“Come in, Ivy,” Dr. Shaffer said, looking down at me.

I walked into the office, not sure what I should say to him. He walked up next to me and placed his hands on the back of a chair. “Sit down.”

I moved to sit down and felt Dr. Shaffer rub up against me. My heart pounded. It had to have been an accident. We were in his office and surely he would not make an advance on someone my age, especially not in his office. It was too risky.

Dr. Shaffer walked to his chair and sat down, looking sternly at me. “Do you know why you are here?” he asked.

I looked up at him, honestly not having any idea. “I don’t,” I answered. The way he looked at me was as if he could see right through my clothes. I had never had anyone look at me like that before. I crossed my legs and looked back at him. I could feel something tingle in my stomach and it made me uncomfortable. Yes, I was attracted to him and I hoped that he could not tell.

“You know, Ivy,” he said slowly. “Some of the other nurses seem to have a problem with you being here. Can you tell me why that is?”

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t tell him what I thought, could I? I knew that I could not lie to him. “They think that you favor me,” I blurted out.

Dr. Shaffer smiled and looked at me. “Is that so?” he asked, “And what do you think about that?”

“I think that you are trying to help me, and that they are acting like a bunch of high school girls,” I replied.

Dr. Shaffer let out a loud laugh, “It sounds to me like you are right. If I tell you something do you promise not to tell anyone, Ivy?”

What was I going to say, no? “Of course,” I replied.

“I do favor you,” Doctor Shaffer said, getting up from his desk and walking over to me. I looked up at him and he took me by the hand. “I think you are an amazing young woman and I think that the two of us can help each other out.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, standing up and looking at him, confused.

“I can give you great recommendations. I can help you find a permanent job when you get out of college. And I am sure that you can help me,” he said with a smile.

“I am not sure I understand,” I said to him. I had no idea what he was talking about. I truly was an innocent young girl, and looking back on it, I feel as if I had to be the most stupid person on the planet.

“You think about how you can help me out tonight. You have my home number so call me tomorrow when you figure it out and we can meet at my house,” he said casually.

I left his office and went to gather my things. I was glad that my shift was over and I was glad that the weekend was starting. I could not believe that those nurses had went to him and told him that they had a problem with me. I could not believe that he said he was going to help me find a job once I finished school.

I was angry and excited at the same time. I was going to meet my best friend Valarie for dinner that night. I could not wait to vent all of my frustrations, as well as tell her how lucky I was to be working for Dr. Shaffer.

I drove home, showered, and got ready for dinner. I wore a white shirt that fitted tight and hugged my curves. It had a lace back and was very feminine, but not too revealing. I also wore a cute black skirt that Valarie had bought for me. It was much shorter than what I was used to, but I wanted her to know that I appreciated it. I did my makeup and hair. I slipped on a pair of black flats, grabbed my bag, and headed out the door.

I met Valarie at a local bar and restaurant that we loved to visit. It was the kind of place that the partiers did not go to, and although I was too young to drink, I loved the food and I loved the environment. I used to enjoy sitting at a table with Valarie, drinking our virgin drinks and pretending like we were rich.

We walked in together and found a seat. Our waitress took our order, and it was all I could do not to spill my guts to her while I was trying to order. As soon as the waitress walked away, I started telling her all about my day.

“So Dr. Shaffer called me into his office to tell me that the other nurses were complaining about me,” I started.

“Oh my god, those bitches. Really, what is their problem with you?” Valarie was just as upset as I was.

“I told Dr. Shaffer that they were acting like juveniles and he laughed. But then he told me that he wanted to help me with a great reference and that he would help me to find a job after I finished school,” I told her, excited.

“Really?” she exclaimed. “That is amazing. I guess those bitches won’t like that, will they?”

“But there was something weird,” I continued. “He told me that he could help me but that I needed to help him as well. When I asked him what he meant he said to think about it overnight and give him a call in the morning. That we could meet at his house.”

I thought Valarie’s eyes were going to pop out of her head and her mouth almost hit the floor. Our waitress walked up with our food and we were silent as she refilled our drinks.

“Girl, do you have any idea what he is talking about?” she said.

“I told you, I don’t know. What could I do that would help him?” I asked her.

Valarie almost choked on her soda. “You really are naïve, aren’t you?” she asked me, “He wants you to sleep with him!”

I laughed at her. “You are wrong.” I could not stop laughing. How could she think that a man like Dr. Shaffer would want to sleep with someone like me? The thought of it sent chills down my spine and I could feel wetness between my thighs.

“Yeah,” Valarie said smiling. “You call him tomorrow and ask him. I am sure he is going to tell you that is not what he wants.” She started to laugh at me.

I looked down at my food. I felt like she was making fun of me, just like the nurses at work. “Ah, Ivy,” Valarie said
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“Don’t get upset. You know I love you, and I say if it is going to ensure your future, girl, go for it!”

“You would,” I said, and both of us laughed. We both knew that Valarie had been with plenty of men, and if she was going to benefit from it, she would sleep with anyone. I wouldn’t though; I would think that’s wrong. Plus, I had only had sex once and it was terrible. But Dr. Shaffer was something else. I was so attracted to him and he looked like he would give me a good time in bed. If sex was really want he wanted, I wouldn’t mind finding out what he could do just for the sake of my lust, not even for career advancement.

I enjoyed my evening with Valarie and headed home. I could not get the thought of having sex with Dr. Shaffer out of my head. No matter what I did I could not deny that I was turned on. A man like him wanting me. The wetness between my thighs continued to get worse, and when I finally got home, I was more than happy to get in the shower.

I thought about what I would say to Dr. Shaffer when I called him in the morning. I thought about what it would feel like to have his hands on my body, to taste his lips. I wondered what he looked like naked. I knew he worked out a lot; even though he was almost forty years old, he looked like he was in his late twenties. He was very muscular and extremely attractive.

The more I thought about the next day, the more I dreaded it, but I also became more and more excited. I dried off and dressed for bed. It was turning out to be a very interesting weekend. I walked into my living room and turned on a movie. I needed something scary to take my mind off of the tingling I could not get rid of. I had to get my mind off of Dr. Shaffer. I ended up falling asleep on the couch.

When I awoke the next morning, it was still dark out. I made my coffee and got dressed. I wore a flowing maxi dress that showed off my curves as well as my cleavage. If Dr. Shaffer wanted to see me, I wanted to look good. Once the sun had come up, I picked up my cell phone and called him.

“Hello.”

“Um, Dr. Shaffer… it’s Ivy. You told me to call you,” I stammered.

“Well, aren’t you up early?” he laughed
.
“So have you thought about my offer?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied
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“I will do whatever I can to help you. Whatever you need.”

“Hmmm, whatever I need…” he replied. “Why don’t you give me about 30 minutes and come over? We can talk more here.”

“Okay,” I said, hanging up the phone. I was shaking while I stood in my living room, not really sure what I should expect. I hoped that Valarie was wrong but something in my gut told me that she was right.

I busied myself doing a few chores around the house and then headed off to Dr. Shaffer’s. The drive seemed like it took forever and when I finally got there, my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest.