Roman: A Triple Threat Novel

by Josephine Jade

  His arm wrapped around her waist and he led her upstairs and straight into a bedroom. The king size four poster bed sat between two windows. It was made of a dark wood, slatted at the headboard and footboard, the pattern matching the dresser and armoire. She didn’t have much more chance to look around.

  “I want you naked in the middle of the bed, laying on your back.”

  Maybe the plug was going to be later if he wanted her on her back now. Fine with her.

  She felt him watching her as she obeyed, once again putting her clothes in a neat pile on the floor. He took off his own shirt as she settled herself in the middle of the bed, head on a soft pillow.

  The bedroom was bathed in soft recessed lighting. Enough that she could clearly make out Roman’s eyes running over her from head to toe but not so bright that it felt garish or harsh.

  He walked over to the large bedside table and picked up a number of items and placed them by her. Something that looked like a belt, some cuffs, and a large butt plug. Sarah tensed and gasped when she saw it. That was almost as wide as Roman’s cock.

  He chuckled. “Don’t worry, that’s not for tonight. We’ll start with about half that size.”

  Half that size still seemed way too big.

  With the narrow belt in hand he reach towards her. He tapped her waist. “Lift.”

  She lifted her hips off the bed and he slipped the belt around her waist. It was black in an industrial canvas material, not soft, but not rough either. It was sturdy. Roman tightened it until it was barely snug against her waist. The belt had two metal o-rings pointing out from either side with hooks, similar to one she’d had on a keychain, attached to them. She had no idea why he would want her to wear it.

  Next she felt him fasten leather cuffs onto her wrists, again with their own set of hooks and metal circles. These had cord attached to them that he threaded through the wooden slats of the headboard. He pulled the cord until Sarah’s wrists rested up by her ears, bent at the elbows. He added similar cuffs to her ankles and attached the same cord to them with their own keychain. The cord remained loose, enough that Sarah could move her legs whichever way she wanted and it barely tugged on her wrists.

  “I thought I would have to be on my stomach for this,” she said, as he stood back up looking over at his handiwork and grabbed the butt plug.

  He smiled, and she couldn’t help but stare at him. “Don’t worry, we’ll get to that way too eventually.”

  “I don’t even understand how this way will work.”

  His smile grew wider. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

  He pulled her wrists out to the side so they were straight out from her shoulders. Sarah felt the cording against her ankles pull just slightly.

  They were attached. Movement of one would affect the other.

  “When your arms are wide, your legs can be together,” he said. “Guess what happens if your arms are pulled together.”

  He perched on the bed and grabbed one wrist and brought it down slowly to the belt at her waist. As he did the cord pulled her ankle up in the air, then backwards towards the headboard. She gasped.

  “See.” He reached over and pointed to a small pulley on his headboard. “All interconnected. Know anything about mechanics?”

  He reached over and brought her other wrist to her waist, raising the other leg. He buckled both wrists to the rings at the belt. His smile turned deviant as he grabbed the cording at the headboard and wrapped it around a second hook. She found her legs immediately pulled open and stretched out almost to shoulders, high in the air.

  She was completely open to him. Every part he’d wanted access to. Spread.

  And with her wrists clamped to the belt at her waist there wasn’t a single thing she could do about it.

  She wiggled her waist to try to escape and found her legs lifted higher in the air. Roman just smiled.

  “The more you wiggle the further open you’ll find yourself. Pulleys work very specifically.” He came around to the foot of the bed and put a pillow under her hips to help take some of her weight.

  She looked up and found him studying the area he had so easily made available to himself.

  “I’ve been looking forward to eating this pussy since the moment you walked into my house.” His hands reached towards the inside of her knees and slid all the way up to her core.

  “Roman.” She closed her eyes and hissed out his name as his fingers parted her lips with his thumbs. Her hips jerked as his mouth lowered and he licked over gently over her clit. His head lifted and blew on it, sending shudders through her.

  Keeping his hands on her thighs he brought his tongue down and began to lap at her, then came back to her clit, flicking it brutally with his tongue.

  She buckled under his onslaught, moving her arms, causing her legs to be pulled further back.

  He chuckled. “Better hold still or you’re going to be bent in half, Angel.”

  Being open like this in front of him–so spread and vulnerable—should be a turn-off, but instead just sent her spiraling higher. She could hardly wrap her head around the fact that he was pleasuring her right off the bat, rather than her servicing him.

  But at this moment she didn’t care why. Only cared that he didn’t stop.

  “Please, Roman, harder.”

  “I don’t think that’s good enough, Sarah. I want you to beg the way you did when you were draped over my desk.”

  She couldn’t live through that again. She’d been in a constant state of arousal since she’d left here two days ago. Why in the world had she obeyed him when he’d told her she couldn’t masturbate without his permission? It wasn’t like he would’ve known if she had.

  But he would’ve. Somewhere inside she knew it. Or he would’ve asked and she would’ve told him.

  “Please, Sir. Please make me come.”

  His lips dropped to her clit and sucked hard on the little nub. She threw her hips up without thinking and caused her legs to stretch wider. But then his lips moved away.

  “I don’t think that’s enough.” His voice was low, deep, sexy. A further drug to her senses. “Don’t you remember how you screamed over my desk? Begged me to finger fuck you? Don’t you like my tongue as much? Let me try a little harder.”

  Trying a little harder almost killed her.

  Within just a few minutes her head was thrashing back and forth as his lips worked her clit without mercy. His fingers began pumping in and out of her—first one, then two—and it took every bit of concentration she had to keep her hips still so her legs wouldn’t be pulled further back and apart.

  He was sure not to push her over the edge. Just right up to it. He lifted his head.

  “Beg, Sarah. Do you want me to send you home like I did before? Hurting? Wanting?” She could feel his hot breath against her as he spoke.

  “No, I want you. Please, Sir, I’m begging you. Please make me come. Please, Sir.” Her voice had gotten louder, higher. She should be glad there was no one here to hear her.

  “You’re beautiful when you beg to come, Sarah.”

  She screamed as his lips fell to her clit and sucked hard. His fingers were doing something as they thrust in and out, twisting and rubbing at a spot inside of her that caused the orgasm to crash over her in endless waves. She pulled at the restraints at her wrists, mindless, unable to stop herself.

  By the time she came back to her senses she’d yanked so hard her feet were completely touching the headboard. Her ass was high off the pillow.

  And he wasn’t nearly done with her.

  She felt his thumb pressing at her asshole so completely open to him.

  “It’s time for this now.”

  “No. I don’t want to.”

  She felt a sharp slap on the inside of one cheek and then the other. “I obviously shouldn’t have let you come. Do you get to say no to me?” Another slap right on top of her ass had her crying out.

  “No, Sir.” There was nothing she could do to stop him anyway.

  B
ent like she was, she couldn’t see him as he got up, but felt the bed move. He grabbed whatever it was he needed then was back between her legs. She felt him spread her cheeks even wider and cringed.

  “You really don’t like that do you?”

  “No. It’s embarrassing. I’ve never done anything like this.”

  “Every single part of you is sexy, Sarah. You shouldn’t be embarrassed. And it all belongs to me.”

  She felt something wet and cold land on her ass. She jerked. Then groaned as her legs stretched further apart.

  “I’m going to fuck this ass, you know. And love every single second of it. But today we’ll start with a small plug. Work our way up. You can expect plugs most days you’re here.”

  She stiffened further but Roman just chuckled. A moment later she felt a push against her asshole.

  “I know your legs have to be getting stiff stretched out that far,” Roman said. “Loosen that asshole or we’ll be here a lot longer than we need to. Push against the plug.”

  “I can’t.”

  “You can, Sarah.” She felt it pushing more insistently. Even though it was barely bigger than the size of his thumb, it felt too big. Too wide.

  “I don’t want it.”

  “Sarah, you’ll take it because I want you to. And if you don’t do it soon, I will unbuckle your arms and rebuckle them together under your back. Do you know what that will do?”

  He continually worked the tip of the plug against her hole.

  She ignored his question. “Please…”

  “It will push your ass straight up in the air and fold your knees down by your head. That’s not what you want, Sarah. Take the plug. Take it for me now.”

  As he worked it inside her, he reached around and began playing with her clit. She eased slightly and felt it slip in a little.

  “That’s it, sexy girl. Open that ass for me. Push against the plug.”

  She felt it stretch her wider and wanted to get away from it.

  “Do it. Now, Sarah.”

  He pushed it harder against her and she bore down against it like he instructed, keening as it stretched her wide at the furthest part. Her cheeks—both sets—burned as it slid the rest of the way into place. The wide base of the plug felt snug against her ass.

  He played with her clit as he wiggled the base, causing sensation to zing through her. Then he sat up and looked down at her.

  “You’re so damned beautiful plugged, Sarah.” She felt his hands running all over her ass and thighs. “I might have to keep you like this all the time. It’s so sexy to me.”

  She knew she had to look ridiculous with her legs sprawled so wide over her head. But the way Roman looked at her made he feel sexy. His hands made their way up to her ankles and released them, lowering them gently to the bed. And while it felt good to stretch them, she was acutely aware of the plug pressed up inside her.

  “Maybe I’ll make you wear a plug even while you’re away from me,” he said as he unhooked her wrists from the belt and removed both the belt and the cuffs. “That way you’d always feel me, wouldn’t you?”

  “How would it stay in?”

  “We’d get one shaped wide enough that once it went in, it wouldn’t come out until it was deliberately removed. If you squeaked at this one, you’d balk like hell at the burn that one would cause your little asshole.” His smile was devilish as he reached underneath her and pulled the current plug in and out in short thrusts.

  “You don’t have to look so excited about it,” she said as her breath hitched at his movements. Her legs, now that they were free from the restraints, moved restlessly, need building up in her again.

  “You’ll sob. Beg me to stop, but you won’t really want me to. It’ll be lovely.” He brought his fingers to work them inside her pussy. They felt fuller, bigger with the plug in her back entrance. “And you’re wet at the thought. I’m not surprised.”

  She thrust up against his hand, the need already building back up inside her. Her previous orgasms weren’t enough. She needed to come again.

  Roman slid up her body, his hands spreading her thighs so he was nestled between them. His lips bent to one of her breasts, his hand cupping the other before his fingers gave one a sharp pinch.

  “I’ve neglected these beauties since I was so preoccupied with other parts of your body.”

  “Yes,” she moaned, pushing her breasts up against him, her hands running through his thick hair. “Roman.”

  “But my cock is dying to be inside you so these will have to get the proper treatment another time.” But he still spent a few more minutes nibbling and pinching and driving her crazy.

  By the time he reached down and ran a hand up the back of her thigh to the crook of her knee to place her leg around his waist, Sarah was ready to beg for him again. He grabbed himself with his hand and began easing his way into her. But then stopped and pulled back out.

  “I want our first time to be without the plug.” He picked up her leg and straightened it, swinging it in front of him so that Sarah was on her side with her ass right in front of him. He eased the plug out slightly, keeping the widest point right where the ring of muscle was clamping. Stretching her. Burning her.

  “God, your ass is so fucking sexy. Watching you clamp on that plug… you’ll do that one day on my cock.” He continued to slide the plug in and out of her. Sarah began to meet the thrusts with her ass, pushing back against it.

  “That’s it, baby.” Voice gritty. Harsh. “Soon you’ll come from me fucking your ass alone. You’ll beg me for it.”

  “Roman…” Her voice was breathy. Keening.

  “But right now I want that pussy. And you’re going to be tight enough without the plug.” She gasped as he pulled it all the way out.

  He moved off the bed and put down the plug, and put on a condom before crawling back on top of her. He spread her thighs wide and guided himself into her slowly, almost tenderly.

  “Christ, Sarah, you’re so tight.” His teeth were gritted as he looked down at the place where their bodies were joined. “It’s been a long time for you, hasn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she said, panting. “Years. I only had sex once in high school.”

  “So innocent.” He eased himself in and out slowly with his large penis, sliding a little further each time. Sarah wrapped her arms around his shoulder, her nails biting into his skin. She wanted him inside her. Now.

  When she shifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips, Roman eased in the rest of the way. They both groaned.

  He began to thrust in earnest. She met him thrust for thrust, reveling in the way he filled her. When he hooked one arm under her knee and brought it up close to her shoulder, giving him deeper access, Sarah cried out.

  “Damn, Sarah. I think your pussy is trying to strangle my cock. Feels amazing.” He reached down and brushed his thumb across her engorged clit.

  That was all it took. Sarah yelled his name as the orgasm washed over her. She felt him pump hard into her before he groaned loudly as he jerked, throwing his head back. He collapsed on top of her.

  Her heart was racing in her ears when she wrapped her arms around him and struggled to draw in a deep breath. As he continued to lay with her on the bed, she could almost feel like this was a relationship rather than an arrangement. Compared to his office two days ago, this had almost been tender.

  But after just a few more moments Roman got up to deal with the condom and it seemed like he made a pointed effort not to return to the bed.

  Instead, he shrugged his jeans back on. “Feel free to have a shower or bath before you leave, if you’d like. And are you all right to drive? I can call my driver if you need it.” He seemed a little bored with the situation.

  She shook her head. “No, I’m fine to drive. Thanks.” She kept a calm smile in place, proud of the way her voice emerged coolly, almost distantly.

  She had to remember to keep things professional.

  She shouldn’t feel hurt by his subtle, or not-so-subtle, m
eans of letting her know she wasn’t invited to stay the night. She hadn’t planned to anyway, right?

  He nodded briefly, and looked like he might say something further, but didn’t.

  As he walked out of the room, she slid from the bed and padded to the bathroom, quickly washing in his huge shower and successfully avoiding the temptation of the large bath across the room.

  Now that he’d fucked her, he was clearly done with her, and the only question was for how long? Was tonight a singular occurrence only? Had this been as good for him? He hadn’t said when she should be expected back. A day? A week? Longer? She couldn’t be sure when that text on her “slut phone” would come, and she’d have to get used to not knowing. This was her new reality—at least until he released her from it, and she would have to adapt to living in a state of being on call for the Mafia man.

  Roman watched Sarah leave from the upstairs window, having made a point of not following her from the bedroom or seeing her out of the house. Those were the kind of gestures one extended to a lover, a girlfriend, not someone paying a debt. He had to starkly reinforce for both of them what their negotiation entailed, and what kind of deal they had structured.

  Making love to her so tenderly had definitely been a mistake. He didn’t regret gentleness, but it wasn’t his normal style. When she’d explained she’d only had sex once before, and that being years before in high school, Roman had decided to go gentle. Had found himself almost caught up in a moment.

  Sex was usually compartmentalized, going strictly into the pleasure category, where it stayed, and then he moved on to other business. After a woman left his bed, he didn’t stand around staring at her car disappearing into the distance while she drove away, mooning like an idiot over the fact she was gone. Wondering if he should’ve invited her to stay the night instead.

  It would have been his prerogative to do so, since she had technically agreed to do anything and everything he wanted, for as long as he wanted. The thought had him growing hard again here at the window.

  Hell, the truth of the matter was, he could lock her away in a cell or one of the lavish rooms of his home, and no one would do a thing about it. People went missing every day, even innocent, alluring kindergarten teachers. She might spark more interest than most, but he was confident he could still get away with stealing her and keeping her, if he chose.