by Cynthia Dane
She stood in the middle of the playroom, wrists tied together with a longer silk rope connecting to the hook in the ceiling. The rope held enough slack that Alice could sway comfortably. Whoever made these ropes must have known how tall she was, with or without boots. My husband had these custom made for us. Alice wished she could see them, but she had long since been blindfolded.
Monroe’s breath caressed her ear. His tongue followed, delighting his wife’s senses with promises of more. “I love you,” he whispered, arms wrapping around her, hands grabbing her breasts and thumbs pinching her where it mattered most. Alice gasped. Fuck, I’m wet already. Easy enough to tell when she had nothing covering her slit. “Tonight I’m going to take you somewhere brand new, Alice. You’re going to be pushed so far to your limit that you’re coming out of the other side a whole new woman.” He nipped her cartilage. “Do you know what kind of woman you’re going to become?”
She shook her head.
“Any woman you want to be.”
That was big coming from him. This was the man who approached her to fulfill his own ideal image, let alone for his wife and sexual partner. When he grabbed her hips and brought her back against him, the first thing Alice felt was his hardness through his pants.
What kind of woman did she want to become at the end of this? Before tomorrow morning, when her life would change – for better or worse – once again?
No time to think about it. Monroe slapped her right breast and sent a massive shudder through his wife’s body.
“Until then?” Monroe growled. “You serve me and my desires. Do you understand?”
Alice unleashed a strange sound. Was it another gasp? A moan? A blip of fear coated in shock? She had no idea. She didn’t want to know, in case it shocked her more than what her own husband said and did.
“I understand!” Alice yanked against the silk rope. When Monroe spanked her other breast, she sobbed from the intense pleasure it gave her. “Shit!”
“That’s not very ladylike.” Was that a smirk Alice heard? “I thought I had married a classy woman. Sophistication is important in this family.”
Something clinked behind Alice. It was her leash, hitting the hardwood floor before attaching to her collar.
“Do you know how badly I wanted to clamp your nipples for the first time tonight?” Monroe kissed her throat the moment Alice threw her head back. He’s going to drive me nuts with all this attention to my chest! Fingers rolled over her nipples, so damn sensitive that she struggled to stay in place. At least it’s getting me so damn wet. Her thighs were already so slick that she widened the gap between them. “You’ve been begging to know that kind of delectable pain for weeks now. Every time I see your breasts, I see a diamond chain hanging between them. We can’t do that now, though, can we?”
He tugged on her leash. Alice obeyed his silent command to step forward, arms still swinging above her head. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Don’t be sorry. If you really want to apologize, say that you’re sorry to my bullshit overactive sexual imagination. I can’t help what it thinks, but it will give us something fun to do in the future.”
Alice had no idea when that would be. She may be early enough in her pregnancy to still do some kinky things that would be forbidden soon enough, but neither she nor Monroe wanted to risk it.
“You’re so hot, my pet.” He embraced her from behind, hands wandering the length of her torso and feeling the slickness of her thighs. Shit, fuck me now. Alice craved every kind of touch he offered. “Do you know how lucky I am to have you for my wife? Do you know how good fate has been to us, even with all the shit thrown in our way? It will be worth it. Together, we’ll be the most powerful couple in the world. No one will fuck with us again.”
He said it with such conviction, that within the sacred walls of their sanctuary it was impossible to not believe him.
“I’m king of my fucking empire, Alice. I’m the man who was born to take over a dynasty. Those who fear political dynasties should fear the Monroes more. We’re the ones funding the political dynasties and creating revolutions all over the world. You understand me? You haven’t married any normal man, Alice. I’m not a man who will aim for a community leadership position and consider it a life well lived when he’s too old to wipe his own ass anymore. I’m Damon Monroe. No one else has my carefully crafted pedigree. For over a hundred fucking years my ancestors have been selecting what the next generation will look and act like. If I hadn’t blindfolded you, I’d ask you to look at me and tell me that I am not the perfect combination of genetics and sophisticated rearing.”
Egotistical much? It was turning Alice on to the point she was on the verge of begging him to fuck her.
“I dare you to tell me that I’m not the most perfect man in the world. Even then, I don’t care if you don’t think I am. I know that I am. It’s enough.”
His hand teased her ass with a spank. Alice moaned upon eager lips, wishing this man who thought so highly of himself would really prove his worth to her. Which was funny. She was well aware of his talents and how they reflected upon them as a couple. If I weren’t tied up right now, I’d be ripping down his zipper and sucking him until he takes the hint.
“Who are you, Alice?” One hand was tender, the other ready to spank her until she cried for mercy. “Who are you right now?”
“I…” she swallowed. “I am Alice. Your wife.”
“Alice who?”
His hand hovered inches from her ass. I can feel it there. It’s ready to hit me if I say the wrong answer. “Monroe.”
Her husband spanked the bottom of her ass so hard that she cried out in genuine pain. Yet it still turned her on. His punishment was necessary tonight.
“Not yet.” He yanked on her leash and forced her head in his direction. “You don’t get to claim that name yet, my pet. It may be your name on paper now, but you still have your maiden heart. Now tell me who you are.”
Again, she swallowed. “Alice Culver, sir.”
“Yes, Alice Culver.” Her husband chuckled. “Young and inexperienced Ms. Culver. The woman I was more than happy to get fired from her brand new job. Little did I know how vulnerable you were. How… eager, you were. What did I do to you, Alice?”
“You fucked me.”
“I didn’t just fuck you. I took something from you.”
“My virginity.”
“No.” Another spank, this one softer. “That was something you gave to me. I could never take that. What I took was your naiveté. I took the shadows of ignorance hanging above you and banished them to the darkness. I had no idea what a gem you were at the time. But you had to be a gem before we met for me to care. All I did was polish you and make you shine.”
Monroe tickled her wet thighs. Fingertips touched her nether lips, taunting her swelling clit. Alice groaned.
“You have so much potential, Alice. All you need to do is realize it. If you had been born like me, you would have seen it long before now. That’s why I was fated to come into your life. You were meant to be more than the hostess of some family dive. You were meant to rule the world with me. You were meant to become my queen. An empress and the progenitor of a mighty dynasty.”
“Yes.” A chill claimed her exposed skin. “That will be me.”
“Generations from now our descendants will see us as the ones who started it all. We will be the ones talked about and studied at every institution around the world. Are you with me, Alice? Do you want to become that kind of woman? Do you want to become the one true woman worthy of being my partner in every facet of life?”
“Yes!”
This time the spank was full of love and tenderness. Alice gasped, letting the emotions swell in her heart and her soul spark with life.
“I am a man with too much power. You are a woman who can feed on power. I can’t work alone. I was raised to see myself as a deity, but I am a man. You, though. You can take from me, willingly. I will give myself to you, like you have given yourself to me s
o many times. We will become equilibrium. You will drop your chin a Culver, but raise your head a Monroe.”
Clothing fluttered to the floor. Damon Monroe, naked and hard, slammed his cock between Alice’s legs and made her feel the sheer amount of power he possessed.
“You will take whatever you want, whenever you want. Likewise, I will share myself with you whenever necessary. That is what it means for us to be married, Alice. We will give and take freely between us. You may kneel at times, but it comes at a great price to me. A price I must pay to know what harmony is.”
The head of his cock eased against her opening. Alice was trapped between flinging herself into the moods of sex and trying to understand what he had said. Yet she knew it was impossible to understand him unless she felt him. Here, now, tomorrow. Fifteen years and four kids from now. Her pain was his. His power was hers.
All she had to do was take it. Accept it into her body. Transform it into the energy she required to be coroneted the queen of an empire.
“Tell me when you’re ready.”
There were underlying words and meanings there. “Once we begin, we won’t be able to finish until it’s time. Tell me when you are ready… and prepared to never go back to who you were before.”
Alice drew in a large breath. “I’m ready, sir.”
He pierced her. In her body. In her heart.
Before Alice could cry out from the sudden fullness of his cock, her husband covered her head with a dark, blanketing mask that went beyond her blindfold and effectively gagged her.
She didn’t have to ask what it was. As she remained speared on his body, Monroe zipped up the front of her mask. Two small holes allowed air into her nostrils. Other than that? Alice’s head was completely cut off from the world. She could barely hear, let alone see or feel anything. The sensation was so wild that she did not question it. Of course he would pull a leather hood over her head. Of course he would.
Monroe said something, but Alice was long gone by then. The only things she clung to were their rough lovemaking and the exchange of power that occurred between them. She didn’t need to hear anything but the low murmur of his voice and the erratic beating of her heart. That was the conjoined sound of their lives becoming one.
Of course, he fucked her. He threw all his strength, all his desire into those thrusts, ramming his cock as hard and as deep as it could go into her. Her husband grasped her sensitive breasts for leverage. The air tickled her exposed clit. Arousal poured from her and down her legs every time Monroe pulled out long enough to let her get wet again. He then impaled her once more.
Alice couldn’t hear his words, but she could understand his meaning. “Take me hard, Alice. Take me now. Take me forever. I can’t hold it all in. You need to take it. You need to help me keep balance. You’re the only person in the world I trust. You’re my best friend and confidant. You’re my wife. You’re the curator of our legacy.”
Every stroke of his cock made her high. Every time the head hit her deep inside, she shuddered, legs completely useless as she hung limply from the ceiling. Did she make sounds? Probably, and not just the sounds of her pussy being taken by Damon Monroe’s powerful cock. She made sounds of pleasure. Sounds of ecstasy. Sounds of echoing understanding.
Her body was a conduit for them both. Her needs placated. His power subdued for a few hours more. Alice Culver had existed to be a mere plaything. She was a girlfriend. She was not overly foolish or innocent, but she was naïve, and living well beneath her true potential.
Alice Monroe, on the other hand? She was…
She was coming.
Orgasm hit Alice, one wave after another, each one attempting to control her inner walls and force her husband to come with her. Monroe, however, held back, hands squeezing her hips and cock expertly moving to give her more pleasure than himself.
Alice was barely coming down from her first climax when her hands were released from the silk rope. She and her husband both went down onto the floor like animals, her knees sliding open across the hardwoods and leaving herself wide open for another round with Monroe.
The leash snapped against her collar. Alice’s head threw back, but she still could not see or speak. Her bound hands reached before her. Her thighs took the brunt of her husband’s thrusts, but it was her core that begged for release.
“Who the fuck are you, Alice?” She only heard that because his mouth was right against her ear. “Are you my pet or my queen?”
In a perfect world, she would be both, but that wasn’t the real question. The real question was who she needed to become. Alice had no trouble transforming into Monroe’s pet when necessary. That was easy. That was as natural as needing him to make gentle love to her or to use her for his sexual whim.
That was for another time.
I am his. I am mine. I am half of a perfect whole. I am both my own woman and a piece of a greater puzzle.
She was strong, and tender. Intelligent, and fun-loving. Serious, and willful. Diligent, and maternal.
She was exactly what Damon Monroe needed.
No matter what people said, no matter how they belittled her origins or downplayed her meager accomplishments, they would never again question what she was doing in that high-rise office or in the bed of a multibillionaire.
I am her.
“Alice!” In a final display of his power, Monroe pushed her closer to the floor, immobilizing her as he fucked the last of the past out of her. Alice willed it to happen. She invited him into her, focusing her body on giving him one last burst of pleasure before he came. You will give me all of you, Damon. He controlled their movements, but she was the one who commanded her inner walls to clamp down on his cock and steal his virility. When he came, unleashing one thick stream of seed after another deep within her, Alice allowed herself to come too.
They both threw off everything they used to take for granted. Everything they thought they knew about themselves. The things they would never admit but knew were true. Hate. Love. Misery. Happiness. Dark. Light.
Alice blacked out. Not from a lack of air or from fear… but from the feelings overwhelming her the moment she realized how one she and Damon were.
He stood up, leaving her on the floor. Alice’s legs slipped apart. Seed coated her thighs and dripped toward the floor. Most would call her dirty and used, even if they meant it in a fun way. Not Alice. Certainly not her husband.
This floor is mine. This room is mine. This apartment is mine. This city is mine. This whole fucking world is mine!
Alice pushed herself up, strength slowly returning to her. When she stood, unashamed of what she felt in her body or experienced in her mind, she turned toward her husband’s presence. From now on, she would always know where he was.
The zipper slowly came down her face. Her lips parted as soon as they were freed. Monroe then yanked the mask and blindfold off. Alice opened her eyes to see the visage of a man who was her true equal.
“Who are you, Alice?”
She yanked off her collar, leash twirling between her hands. “I am Alice Monroe,” she said with unprecedented authority. “And there’s too much shit standing in my way.”
Chapter 23
Alice feared she would go back to feeling like her old self come morning. On the contrary, she awoke Monday with the clearest head she ever experienced. Only when she rolled over and found Damon sleeping against her did she feel any real emotion at all.
Love. Just love.
They had a huge day ahead of them. Alice got up, called Alisha to confirm that the share transfer had gone through, and disappeared into the bathroom to get ready. Damon soon came in behind her, groggy but affectionate. He held and covered his wife with needy kisses as she washed her face and felt nausea overcome her.
The man even held her hair as she succumbed to morning sickness.
“I’m fine,” she insisted as she began to brush her teeth. Her husband nodded and went to get dressed.
Alice had laid out both of their outfits the nigh
t before. No surprise that Damon had arranged for their little apartment’s closets to be full of business wear. Alice shimmied into a delicate blouse and pencil skirt combo before shrugging into a jacket perfectly cut to her torso. Damon soon appeared behind her, dressed in another Brioni three-piece suit. His purple tie was powerfully royal. Alice flashed herself a Monroe-smirk in the mirror as she put in amethyst earrings to match his tie.
The glee was short lived. “Fuck,” she muttered, rushing to her phone. “I forgot the contracts at home. As in home-home.”
“The penthouse, yes.” Damon checked the contents of his briefcase before calling their driver. “I’ll take the BMW straight to work.” A bagel popped up in the toaster. Alice grabbed it, slathered it in strawberry jam, and slid it across the counter to her husband. He snatched it without even glancing at it. “Take the Town Car to the penthouse to get your things and I’ll meet you at the office. We’re early as it is. If necessary, I’ll stall the meeting until you get there.” Alice did love that cheeky smile of his. “I’ve got a lot of experience stalling meetings and pissing shareholders off.”
“That’s our goal today. Piss them the fuck off.”
“God, you are so sexy when you talk like that.” Damon took her by the wrist and pulled her into a passionate kiss. “Let’s celebrate our victory later in my office. You, me, my cock, your cunt, and the top of my desk.”
Alice snorted. “Why not my desk?”
“Fine. Your desk.” He kissed her cheek. “We’re still doing it my way.”
“Mm-hmm.” Alice ate some crackers to settle her stomach. Her cell phone lit up with a confirmation from the driver that he was waiting curbside. “I’ll see you at the office. I have to go.”
“Hey.” Damon stopped her one last time. “Last night. You okay?”
His concern was duly noted, but Alice really needed to get going. “Never better.”
“Promise?”
She rolled her eyes and walked away. “Like I have anything to gain from lying to you?”
“Only if you’re commanded to.”
