by Alta Hensley
The drinks arrived, and I watched as Roman laid a hundred-dollar bill on the waitress’s tray. Extravagant bastard, but I’m sure the young woman appreciated it. I also bet she would die to be in my place—destined to become a princess to a wealthy, handsome as fuck, prince.
“You’ve been gone traveling the world, but I’m sure you haven’t forgotten how this goes,” he said as he handed me my drink. “It’s the classic story. You and I are reunited lovers, finally settling down to spend the rest of our lives together. A believable story. The media will find our childhood pictures, document stories that our families and friends tell of us growing up, paint the perfect fairytale romance, and all will be wrapped up in a perfect package. You and I will dress the part, show up at parties hand-in-hand, charity events, pose for planted paparazzi, and do the tango we both know so well.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know this tango. I can’t dance. It’s why I left.”
“I’ll teach you. Remind you of the steps.” Roman smirked as he brought his glass to his lips. “I’ll teach you a lot of things.”
“Ha! Who says I need teaching? Maybe I have a thing or two to teach you. And this tango you speak of sounds uptight and boring. I don’t want to do dinner parties and pose for pictures my entire life.”
“Who said that is all that would be expected of you?” Roman asked with a raise of an eyebrow. “There is so much you don’t know. So much more that will be expected. That I will expect.”
The way Roman stared at me caused my blood to sizzle. A small twinge of excitement beat against my core. He always had that power over me. One look. That was all it ever took. Warmth flooded my face, but even more between my legs. Clenching my thighs tighter, to try to contain the hunger building inside, I glanced away, attempting to see if I could find Silas amongst the patrons sitting at the bar. I wanted the old man to join us again. Anything to break up the sexual energy flowing between Roman and me. A few more sips of bourbon, one more seductive look from this sexy alpha, and it was very likely I would mount that prince’s lap and fuck him in front of all who wanted to watch. I needed old man Silas to babysit us. To babysit me.
“Cheri,” Roman said, drawing my attention back to his handsome face. “Do you want to know what the first thought was that went through my head when I saw you walk through those doors tonight?”
I smiled. “Do tell.” I was sure whatever compliment he gave was going to melt my panties. Roman always had a way with wooing the ladies with his sensual language.
“That I wanted to see your pussy.”
I swallowed hard, trying desperately not to show that his words were making my pussy, which he wanted to see, throb in need.
“I never took the opportunity to really see your pussy before. I plan to change that.”
I sat speechless. What could I say? What could I do? I didn’t even know if I liked what he said. My pussy liked his words… that much was for sure.
“Spread your legs for me,” he ordered, stunning me with the way his face went serious and his tone even.
“Excuse me?” My heart skipped, and I wondered if I’d heard him correctly. Would he be so bold to ask something like that of me?
“Open your legs right there. Where you sit. Now.”
I glanced around our surroundings, as if the only reason I wouldn’t follow his command was because someone would see me.
“No one is up here right now. No one will see. Just me,” he assured.
“You’ve got to be kidding, I’m—”
“Now,” he interrupted. “I want to see your pussy. Spread your legs.”
What the fuck was wrong with me? His dominance. His command. Everything about the way Roman said the words, the way he sat, and the way his hungry eyes waited for me to comply turned me on like I had never been turned on before. I wanted to do what he asked. As crazy as it sounded, I wanted to spread my legs. I wanted him to see my pussy. I wanted him to see what I had to offer—remind him of what he once had.
“The waitress—”
“Isn’t here,” he countered. “Unless you would like her to be. Do you want to show her your pussy too?”
“Roman…” I said, barely louder than a squeak.
His look changed, and that was all it took. His eyes darkened. His face hardened. Something about the way he glared into my eyes told me he was serious, and I was to follow his sexual command. He expected submission.
And fuck me; I wanted to give it.
Very slowly, I eased my legs open. My black dress bunched high on my thighs as I revealed the fact that I wore no panties beneath the dress. Had I done so on purpose? Maybe. I liked not wearing panties. It was a dirty secret that only I knew, and I liked it. It was my secret… until now. Roman could clearly see I wore no panties as I spread my legs before him.
I could see his chest heave as he took a deep breath. His eyes drank in my sex, no doubt glistening with my desire. The cool air of the room made contact with my wet flesh, heightening my arousal even more.
“Like that?” I teased. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Wider,” he commanded, never breaking his glare from my needy sex.
I did as he asked, spreading my legs as wide as the tight fabric of my dress would allow.
“Do you like what you see?” My voice came out low and husky. I couldn’t believe I was engaging in such a wanton act, but it thrilled me, heightened all my senses, and made me want to do more. I wanted to be a very bad, bad girl. Roman brought a lustful harlot out from my etiquette-trained good girl self.
“Stand up,” he said as he stood and placed his glass on the table near us.
I closed my legs, feeling as if I were in a daze induced by his masculinity. Who the fuck was this man? And what a man he was. Roman took my glass and sat it next to his as he reached for my hand, pulling me to standing. I brushed down the material of my dress so it covered all my private parts again, though a part of me was disappointed that my voyeuristic act had come to an end.
“Come with me,” he said as he led me toward a hallway in the far corner of the upper level. I hadn’t noticed it before, but with all the shadows of the club and the nooks and crannies, I was pretty sure I had only touched the surface. I assumed there was so much more to Spiked Roses.
“Where are we going?” Did I even care? Not really, but it still felt like a question one would ask when being escorted down an unfamiliar hallway.
Roman didn’t answer my question, but led me to a door and swiped a card into the keypad. There was a click of the lock pad, and he opened the door to what appeared to be like any other five-star hotel room, but on steroids. A large king size bed mastered the room. Floor to ceiling windows looked out onto the skyline of New Orleans, acting as the only needed art in the room. Damask wallpaper kept with the baroque feel of the club, but the reds and blacks were offset with golds and warmer tones. A crystal chandelier, like the ones in the club, hung over the lush bed, beckoning me with its jeweled ambiance. It smelled of money. If felt like riches. The room would give any capitalist an instant hard-on. It figured this members-only men’s club would have rooms of this magnitude. Clearly, no expense was spared for its patrons.
And, of course, Roman would have access to one of these rooms. I expected nothing less from the prince.
He ushered me into the room, the sound of the door closing behind us sending a tantalizing chill down my spine. Had I just crossed the threshold of no return? Or had I truly crossed that threshold the minute I walked into Spiked Roses?
Without having the time to process what being in a room alone with Roman again would mean, I was pushed against the wall, followed by Roman’s lips descending on mine. His forceful kiss almost stole what little reason I had left, though a small voice still barely remained.
“Roman… we are like strangers again. We can’t. We shouldn’t,” I breathlessly said between the attacking kisses.
“Be quiet,” he ordered, and then thrust his tongue into my mouth, dancing it with mine. Just as my
knees threatened to buckle, he pulled away from the kiss to say, “I don’t want to hear another word unless it’s you begging me to fuck you hard.”
A tinge of defiance surfaced as I said, “Roman…” but then was quickly extinguished when he flipped me around, yanked up my dress, and spanked me on the ass, hard.
“Say nothing, or I will punish this ass of yours,” he said as he ran his palm over my naked flesh, caressing all the way down to my upper thigh. Pushing his body against my back, he brought his lips to my ears and nibbled as he said, “Only words allowed from you are pleas of mercy, or sexual demands for more.”
I felt the signs of my arousal trickle down my inner thigh. I had never been so wet, and as I thrust my ass out for more of his touch, I mewled in delight when his caressing palm made its way to my wet pussy.
“You like being a bad girl, don’t you?” he asked as he ran his finger along the seam of my sex, collecting my juices that revealed my need for more.
I shook my head, trying so hard to fight the urge. The urge to fuck Roman like no woman had fucked him before. But I wasn’t in control, and Roman proved that fact once again when he slapped my pussy. The sting, mixed with pleasure, caused me to gasp, yet press my body into his hand, silently pleading for more.
“You like your cunt spanked, don’t you, dirty girl?” he asked, inches from my face. He swatted my pussy again, only making my arousal surge from deep within my core, soaking his hand with my essence. “I can feel that you do. I can smell that you do.” He removed his hand, spun me around so I was facing him, and then brought his finger to his lips and sucked my juices while staring into my eyes. “And I can taste that you do.”
My dress was bunched up at my waist, my bottom half completely exposed, but I only stood awaiting Roman’s next move. I glanced down and could see that Roman’s cock tented his pants. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. He liked what he saw. He liked what he smelled. And he definitely liked what he tasted.
He brought his lips to mine and kissed me again with even more passion than before. I could hear the unfastening of his belt, the lowering of his zipper, and the soft growl that escaped his lips when he gracefully shed himself of his clothing, never breaking the assault on my mouth. I stood helpless, barely touching him as if my arms and hands were numbed by the intense pleasure suffocating my soul.
We had never kissed like this before.
Never.
I had never hungered for him like this before.
Never.
He had never overpowered me with such animalistic actions before.
Never.
“Take off your dress,” he said. “Then go lie on the bed, and spread your legs wide so I can see that sweet pussy of yours again.”
I was powerless to resist his commands. His husky voice was like a cadence to my uncontrolled march to do exactly as he asked. Walking toward the massive bed, I lifted my dress above my head and discarded it as I climbed up on top of the mattress. Pressing my back to the array of pillows, I slowly spread my legs as I had done before. This time, because I was completely nude, there was no restriction on how wide I could go.
Roman stared between my legs hungrily as his naked frame approached the foot of the bed. My eyes dipped down at his hardened dick. I had never really taken the time to look at his cock before. I had been too shy, too timid, and too inexperienced to feel comfortable to really look. As if looking at his penis in the past was somehow wrong, scandalous, and inappropriate. But not now. Now, I would look. Now, I would soak in the deliciousness of the man before me. I would taste that cock. I would lick every inch of it and not be timid in the slightest.
“Gorgeous,” Roman purred, climbing onto the bed and then between my legs. “I like seeing that pussy of yours. I can see you’re wet.”
A tinge of humiliation only sparked my arousal more. I liked being exposed. I enjoyed the feeling of vulnerability.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I’m wet.” I opened my legs even wider as Roman placed a hand on each one of my knees.
“I’m about to make you much wetter,” he said as he dipped his head between my legs and kissed my pussy softly.
A loud moan escaped my mouth as I closed my eyes and arched my back. I had no control of my actions. The need for pleasure overtook. The tip of his tongue licked my clit, but only for a second. The contact wasn’t long enough to give me the satisfaction I so desperately craved. Roman licked down one side of my pussy, and then back up the other side, his breath hot against my aching flesh. I clutched at the bedspread as his tongue once again found my clit, and he began to circle, suck, lick, and draw my sexual need to a different level of intensity.
“I knew you would taste good,” he said, only inches from my sex. “I knew I would become addicted to your juices the minute my tongue could finally lick you.”
“Stop talking,” I said breathlessly as I reached down and pushed his head into my hungry pussy. I wanted more. I needed more than just the tease of his tongue.
Roman resisted my weak attempt of dominance and looked up at me from between my legs with a devilish grin and mischief in his eyes. I recognized that look, and a shiver went through me at the thoughts of what he would do to me.
With very little time to imagine the possibilities of what was to come, Roman smacked his palm down on my pussy. “I see my fiancée needs a lesson in patience.” He then thrust his finger deep inside of me, causing me to cry out.
“Tsk, tsk, my love. But I shall give you a lesson you won’t soon forget,” he said as he pulled out his finger from my tight hole.
Roman raised his hand, his finger slick from my arousal, and swatted my pussy again. I flinched and moaned at the same time, thrusting my mons to his hand, desperate for more. He then thrust his same finger back inside of me, invading my pussy again.
“Yes,” I moaned, not being able to say anything else. Conscious thought had begun to leave my body.
Roman pulled out his finger again, spanked my pussy, thrust his finger back inside, and then spanked my pussy again. Over and over, he repeated the wicked act. A moment of pain, quickly replaced with pleasure. Sting versus sensuality. Carnal lust versus erotic stimulation. I couldn’t decide which one I preferred, though Roman didn’t give me much time to choose. The pussy spanking and finger banging continued until I was worked up to a frenzied state. I needed Roman’s cock as much as I needed the air to breathe.
“Please,” I begged.
“Yes,” he said as he replaced his one finger with two. “Say it again. Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please, Roman. I need you.” I arched my back and thrust my hips up, driving his fingers deeper inside of me.
Two fingers in my pussy became three as he stretched me wide, mercifully preparing me for his girth. On my gasp of delight, he pulled out his coated fingers and spanked me on my punished mound again. He coated my bare pussy with the signs of my craving to be fucked. I glanced down and noticed my glistening flesh as Roman lowered his head to my pussy again. Locking his eyes with mine, he stuck out his tongue and licked my juices off my throbbing mons, being sure to cover every inch. The wet warmth of his tongue cooled the sting from his sexual chastisement, and although punished for my crimes, I had no more patience than I’d had before.
“Fuck me,” I said, not sure I could stand another minute. I needed him now. I had to have him inside of me now!
Chapter Four
Roman
Those were the words I wanted to hear. I wanted her to beg for me. I wanted her body to demand more from me. And though I’d known I would have her hungry for my touch by the end of the night, I’d had no idea she would be so receptive so quickly. But my throbbing cock had surprised me with how much I hungered for her as well. The sexual chemistry, the lustful energy was off the charts. I had never wanted to have my dick shoved up a sweet pussy like hers this badly in my life. What we’d had before when we were young was nothing like this. What had been merely an ember in the past had now turned into a full-blown in
ferno.
The essence of Cheri was stronger than any drug, and I could have feasted on her cunt all night. I could have licked her until my tongue turned raw, but the naked beauty before me begged. She pleaded. And I was damn well going to deliver. Playtime was over; I was ready to fully claim what was mine. What had always been mine.
Not being able to stand another minute of not being inside her, I crawled up on top of her panting body and devoured her mouth with mine as I pressed my dick to her wet entrance. “Can you taste yourself on my lips?” I murmured against the kiss. “Can you taste how badly you want me?”
When she returned my kiss with full passion, wrapped her legs around my hips, and clung her tiny hands to my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh, I was undone. On a growl I could no longer contain, I buried my cock into her balls deep.
Fuck me, she was so damn tight. I remembered she had always been tight, though then she had been young, virginal. But she was still so fucking tight. And now as an experienced man, I could truly appreciate what a goddamn gift that was. She had a pussy meant for a mighty king, and it was now going to be mine. She was mine.
Her tiny mewls and moans fueled me. I began to fuck her like I had been dreaming of so many nights for so many years. In and out, hard then soft, possessing every inch of her core. It seemed as if my cock doubled in size when her moans grew louder, and I could see an orgasm was nearing. Reaching down with one hand while I still pushed and pulled my dick inside her tiny hole, I played with her clit, heightening her pleasure so she could explode around me.
“Come for me,” I ordered, loving to tell my Cheri what to do. I loved how her eyes seemed to glass over and the way she bit her lip when I showed even the smallest bit of dominance. Her submissive nature, locked deep inside, wanted to emerge. I could see it, and I definitely could feel it.
Her breathing hitched, her eyes closed, her body tensed, and my Cheri let out the most beautiful cry. A cry that became my undoing. With a few more forceful thrusts, my balls ached, and I could no longer hold back. I came hard in what would soon become my wife as her pussy still pulsated around my cock.
