The Consort

by Paige Patton

  “Maybe you fell or something.”

  Desiree could not imagine a fall that would cause her to be sore between her legs. It wasn’t as if she was riding a bicycle or anything. She would much rather go with that scenario than have the alternative be true.

  “I would just as soon sleep with Liam again before sleeping with Mr. DePaul.”

  “Oh, please, Desi, not Liam again.”

  “No, I’m just saying.”

  “Why do you think this woman, Ivy would lie about you two being married? I mean you could do a lot worse, but seriously, to try to make you believe that you were married. I don’t get it. What would be the point?”

  “I know, huh. I bet he’s no different from the rest of the lying jerks out there.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t go that far. There is something different about him.”

  “Yeah, he’s full of himself. He thinks because he’s good looking he can get whatever or whomever he wants. Well, I have news for the professor. I’m out of his league, and quite frankly, I hope I never see him again.”

  Finished with her lashed, Desiree stepped back to take a look at herself in the mirror, then posed and played with her hair like she was preparing to do a photo shoot for the face cover girl. She froze where she stood as she caught a glimpse of Roman leaning against the doorway watching her. She was amazed at his tenacity. He had actually followed her home and was standing in her bathroom.

  She stood speechless as his eyes burned into her like she was a naked and on display. She hadn’t known him that long but somehow she could sense that he was not happy. Had it been anyone else his feelings would have been a non-issue, but Roman had a way of making her care. The force of his personality demanded it.

  Hold it together, girl. Don’t fall apart. He is just a man the diva tried telling her, but Desiree knew differently. It would have been much easier if he were just a man. The kind who walked around scratching his balls and looking like he just grabbed his clothes from the dirty hamper; but no, not this man. Not Roman, he stood there in his business suit, tailor made to fit, no doubt. His hair was different somehow. It was cut close on the sides with just a little more on top giving it the Mohawk look. Hell, he even seemed taller, and larger.

  “Roman! She said as she swung around to face him. “What are you doing here?” She asked trying to sound bold and brave.

  His arrogant swagger and demeanor did not go unnoticed as he approached her. Each step that closed the distance between them made her heart beat faster and louder. He didn’t stop until she was backed up against the counter.

  Oh, this man was far from an ordinary man. He was a mélange of all things good and everything bad.

  “Good question. I was going to ask you the same thing.” With only inches between them, Desiree had to crane her neck up to look him in the face. The scent of Aqua Di Gio brought back vivid memories of blindfolds and her hands tied behind her back.

  She shook her head like an etch-a-sketch, trying to erase the images. But then the throbbing started which had her clit lit up like a Christmas tree. It was validation that she had indeed fucked this man and that she enjoyed it. Camille would get a kick out knowing that.

  “Your friend had to leave rather suddenly.” He said as the pounding of her heartbeat drew him in even closer.

  She was alone with him. Not that he frightened her, well, maybe a little, but her real fear was that she didn’t trust herself when she was alone with him. He did things to her. Made her act and think differently. Like a spineless fool. Then she remembered, it was something about his eyes. I mustn’t look into his eyes, she told herself.

  Feeling this way was foreign to her. It was confusing she wanted to scream, but she couldn’t utter a sound. Thoughts of running came next, but her legs wouldn’t move. Again, she was lost and at his mercy.

  It would have been child’s play to cast a spell, compelling her to obey his every command, but that would be too easy. He wanted her to obey him and submit to him willingly; not just, because it was what the god’s demanded, but because he too demanded it.

  “Did Ivy not give you my instruction?”

  Clutching the towel around her naked body with one hand while the other hand rested on his chest to keep him at bay, Desiree couldn’t think of a single smart remark; he was invading her personal space, suffocating her and somehow making it hard for her to think rationally.

  “I asked you a question, Desiree. Did Ivy give you my instructions to stay home until I returned? Please lower your hands. Place them at your side.” He ordered.

  Desiree gave him a, what the fuck, look, but felt compelled to do as he asked. She lowered both of her hands placing them at her side.

  “Answer the question.” He snapped, his patience dwindling fast.

  “Yes. She did, but I didn't think she was serious. And honestly, Roman, what gives you the right to come into my home uninvited?”

  He braced the counter, his arms on each side of her, trapping her as he leaned down so that they were eye to eye.

  “I’m a very busy man. I don’t have time to sit at home and babysit you. I have a complete staff to do that for me. Ivy happens to be one of the staff. Whenever anyone of them gives you instructions coming from me, they are speaking with my authority. It would behoove you to take them seriously. There is never a time when I am not serious. And I have every right to come into your home uninvited.”

  His eyes stayed locked on hers as if he was probing into her mind and picking her brain. She felt that strange connection again, that hold that was impossible to break. She tried to look away but she could not. She tried to swallow, but her heart was in her throat. It wouldn’t let anything through.

  “Do I make myself clear, Mrs. DePaul?”

  Mrs. DePaul? Oh God, had she really married this man? Was she that drunk? Had they actually run off to Vegas and gotten married? Was she seriously married to this asshole? Oh God no! Please, no! No! No!

  “Answer me, Desiree!” He barked.

  “Yes.” She answered in a breathless voice that made her feel weak and small like a child. She hated that feeling; the feeling of unimportance or having to be tended to. She had come too far in life to be shoved back so far. She didn’t like it one bit and she was going to make him painfully aware of her feelings.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, I understand.”

  “Please repeat aloud what you think you understand so that we can clear up any confusion right now.”

  “I understand that your staff speaks for you in your absence. And that I am to follow their instructions.”

  All Roman could think about was turning her around, unzipping his pants and fucking her until she begged him to stop. He could feel the beast stepping forward ready to help in any way. He stepped back forcing the beast back into the darkness where it belonged.

  “Excellent!” He said rubbing his hands together as though he had accomplished a great feat. “Now please, hurry and get dressed so that we can go home.”

  “Home? I am home.”

  “No, Mrs. DePaul, you are not home. We are married. You are bonded to me. That means you live with me. Certainly you cannot argue with me on that?”

  Oh, you wanna make a bet. She could argue it into the ground but somehow she didn’t think it would make much of a difference. And it certainly wouldn’t do her any good to argue with him while she was practically naked. The man was quick to hand out spankings as if they were rewards for doing a good job.

  “Married? You’re crazy! I would never marry someone like you.” The absurdity of his statement showed on her face.

  Roman pulled his cell phone from his pocket. After a few seconds of searching the web, he handed the phone to her. Her hand flew up to her mouth and her eyes went wide as she read the headlines on Yahoo News. Billionaire and CEO of DePaul enterprises wed local business owner Desiree Chase.

  “It’s on Yahoo so it must be true.” He said jokingly. “We are husband and wife, master, and slave, dominant and submis
sive, call whatever you like, but, in conclusion, you belong to me. So, let’s move this along. Wife!” He added for an extra dig that worked.

  Desiree felt like she was stuck in an episode of the twilight zone. There was no way she was she was married to the professor. She refused to believe it. Yet, here he stood acting like it was true, and worse, like he owned her. Who the hell did he think he was?

  “You can’t just come into my home and start bossing me around.”

  “Sure I can. I’m your consort.”

  “And that gives you the right to act like you own me?”

  “Yes, it does.” He said matter-of-factly. “Now, please hurry. There is much to do before the night is over. If you have items of sentimental value, I will allow you to bring one of two. You have twenty minutes.” He said as he turned and headed out the door.

  “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

  Roman didn’t even bother to turn around. “You will, Desiree. And you will hurry.”

  She was a grown woman, no, correction, she was a grown ass woman and she wasn’t about to take orders from anyone. He would soon find out that he was messing with the wrong person.

  “Like I said, I’m not going anywhere with you. And you can’t make me.”

  Roman was standing in front of her before she had a chance to blink. He grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her out of the bathroom and into her closet. It happened so fast Desiree didn’t have time to put up a fight. He ripped the towel away from her body letting it fall to the floor around her feet. Desiree’s eyes widened in surprise, as she stood there naked before him.

  His erection was immediate and it practically killed him, but he was too frustrated to let it affect him. “You have two choices, Mrs. DePaul. You can dress yourself or you can stand there while I do it for you.”

  This was all too much and she did not doubt for one minute that he would dress her. “Okay… Fine…Leave!” She huffed. Her sudden movement made her breast bound.

  Roman glanced down at her aroused nipples for a brief moment before looking back at her with his usual smirk.

  Desiree’s entire body throbbed with need. If he didn’t leave her soon, he would certainly notice the wetness running down her leg.

  Reaching out he tweaked both her nipples before rolling them between his fingers pinching them hard. Desiree cried out in pain and slapped his hands away.

  Roman grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into his body. “Get used to the pain, Desiree. Nipple torture is one just one of my favorites.” He added before releasing her. “You now have fifteen minutes. I wouldn’t be a minute late if I were you.” He said as he turned to leave.

  Dear God, Desiree thought. What was happening to her she wondered as she hurried to dress? When did she marry this man, but more importantly, why? She had to admit that she felt something for him. Something unexplainable, but it was more on the level of lust rather than love. Could that have been enough to make her say yes to his proposal of marriage? She had done some stupid things in her life but nothing like this.

  Roman watching as Desiree locked her front door and turned toward him. He could not deny the feelings he had for her. He enjoyed being around this woman, looking at her and listening to the pounding of her heart beat when she was aroused. He imaged all the wonderful things he wanted to do with her body, all the things he would do now that her body belonged to him.

  Oh, he had plans for Desiree. Plans that would not only cause her heart to pound frantically, but would also cause it to stop just for a moment while she indulged in the glory of his wickedness.

  As she stood in front of him, Roman had to fight hard to keep the beast calm. The scent of her body tortured them both. He had to hurry and get her home so that he could fuck her and feed before her first lesson began. Tonight Desiree would learn the virtue of patience; and how to bow before her master. Perhaps then, her submission would come easily.

  Roman held the door open and watched as she slid into the back seat. Closing the door, he went around, smiling politely to the driver, Griffin who stood waiting by the back passenger door. Roman slid in and Griffin quickly closed the door.

  Desiree was surprised to see that they were not alone. Two magnificent creatures sat in front of her. Thank heavens she was wearing dark sunglasses because she couldn’t stop staring at them. Hell, she didn’t even try.

  “These are my sentinels, Desiree. My personal guards; now they are yours.”

  The men gave a slight smile with a nod. “Why do you need body guards?” She asked.

  “Because we live in a cruel world; there are people out there who would love nothing more than to take me down, hurt me, and watch me suffer. They can now do that through you.”

  “And this is the type of life you dragged me into? What are you, a drug dealer?”

  Her question was so preposterous that it didn’t warrant a reply. “Get used to them, Mrs. DePaul,” he continued. “They will become a permanent fixture in your life. You don’t leave the premises without one of them by your side. As I mentioned before they speak on my behalf. You will obey them just as you obey me.”

  Desiree cringed at the thought of have Jay or anyone else following her around, but the sound of being called, Mrs. DePaul made her cringe even more. She didn’t want to be Mrs. DePaul. She liked being Miss Chase. The single, free-spirited woman did as she pleased. It didn’t matter. First chance she got she was going to look into getting this unholy union annulled. What in the hell was she thinking marrying a man she didn’t even like much less love? She would rather jump off the Coronado Bridge than to be the wife of a controlling ass like Roman DePaul.

  As the limo backed out of her driveway, Desiree stared at the house that she made into her home. So many wonderful memories were lived there and now they were slowly slipping away from her. She felt a sudden sense of finality, a powerful tug at her heart that told her that she would never see her home again. She would never unlock the door she had just locked and that Miss Chase was gone forever.

  Desiree refused to cry. She turned her head and stared out the window, concentrating hard on the waves as they drove by. The ocean and mountains together were picturesque and had a soothing effect on her. It calmed her and gave her a sense of peace and wellbeing. It was the reason why she picked a home that was close to the beach.

  “Tomorrow I’ll have one of my realtors start the paperwork on listing your home.”

  Desiree’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe the nerve of this fool trying to sell off her house. The house she worked her ass off to buy.

  “You’ll do no such thing. It’s my home, and I still live there. You so much as think about touching it, and I’ll be seeing you in court.”

  “I thought we cleared that up, Mrs. DePaul. You no longer live there, remember?”

  “It still gives you no right to try and sell it out from under me. And please stop calling me that.”

  “It gives me every right!”

  “Since when?”

  “Since the moment you said I do, Mrs. DePaul.”

  “Well, we’ll see about that.” She said turning her head to stare out the window again. She couldn’t even bare to look at him. Her anger was close to its boiling point.

  Suddenly the limo made a U-turn and headed back in the direction of her house. Finally, the man was coming to his senses, she though as they stopped in front of the home that belonged to her only minutes ago. The back window slid dawn and Desiree looked out. Her house was no longer the same color. A minivan was parked in her driveway. A young Asian couple exited the front door pushing a stroller while two little boys ran to jump into the minivan.

  Desiree reached for the door to get out. She wanted to know what the hell was going on, but Roman quickly grabbed her wrist stopping her.

  “I just saw to it. Like I said earlier, you no longer live there.”

  The car pulled away from the curb and headed towards the freeway. Desiree couldn’t even breathe. She sat there with memories flooding her head
. Memories of signing a stack of papers making the house hers, being handed the keys, the house warming party and bringing Liam to her place for the first time.

  What the fuck, she thought to herself. This man had seriously overstepped his bounds. What balls! What huge, gigantic balls! Her boiling point peeked so fast she didn’t have time to think before she struck. She snapped and went for his throat.

  She never got close before Jay leaned over and grabbed her kicking and screamed holding her until he had her under she calmed down. Even Roman was left stunned by her actions, but not for long. He pressed a button making the center window roll down.

  “Griffin, pull the car over.”

  “What are you going to do, kick me out? Please do. I’ll see myself home!” She screamed at him.

  The limo slowly made its way over on the side of the freeway and came to a stop. The doors opened, and everyone stepped out leaving Roman and Desiree alone.

  There was not enough time for words. One second she was sitting across from him then next she was draped over his lap, panties ripped off, ass up and he was spanking her unmercifully.

  Desiree cried out as his hand struck her bare ass. The tears flowed with each sharp painful blow he dealt. Her ass had to be on fire; she was sure of it. She doubted if she’d ever be able to sit again. Finally he stopped. It was either from exhaustion or, maybe she had no more ass left to spank. Whatever the reason she was thankful.

  She felt like a hot mess as she sat there next to him once again. The door opened, and Jay and Angelo slid back in. The limo pulled back out into traffic.

  “Since you are big on apologies, I think you owe everyone in this car one for wasting their time.”

  Wow! He knew how to make a person pay. Why simply kick them when they are down when you could also rip off a limb, or pluck out an eye? It wasn’t as if she wasn’t already humiliated enough. Now she had to look them all in the face and apologize. Oh, hell!

  “I’m very sorry for wasting your time,” Desiree said sniffing and pouting as tears continue to roll down her face. They all nod their acceptance and the car slowly merged back into traffic.