by Ali Parker
CONTROL
by
Ali Parker
Description
How quickly we relinquish our rights when the right person demands it of us.
Alexis Foster has a new focus after graduating college. With a new career in front of her, she's sworn off her wild days of threesomes and one-night-stands.
On her first business trip out of town she runs into an old friend that talks her into one more night of fun... for old times' sake. She relents and ends up in the arms of a very powerful man, a man who enjoys playing games and taking control from those who hold onto it so tightly.
It was only one night, but she soon discovers that there isn't much she wouldn't be willing to handover for one more.
Contents
Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Author Note
CONTROL
Copyright © 2016 by Ali Parker
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
The novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and plot are all either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons – living or dead – is purely coincidental.
First Edition.
Publisher: Lux Allure
Editor: Nicole Bailey, Proof Before You Publish
Cover Designer: JS Marx Designs
Chapter 1
Alexis
"Close the door."
The sexy guy I'd let Heather talk me into fucking for the night together had to be the biggest guy I'd ever followed home. Thick shoulders and a square jaw that meant business and control. His deep blue eyes moved across me as he tugged at his tie and winked at me.
"Come here, handsome." Heather stumbled toward him and laughed as he caught her and chuckled deep in his chest.
I closed the door and pressed my back to the wall right beside it. What the fuck was I doing? My wild college days were long gone and threesomes weren't exactly part of the real world from what I gathered.
The door behind me wasn't supposed to be the only one closed.
"You joining us?" He smiled at me as he pulled Heather's dress over her head.
"I don't know yet." I slipped my hands behind my back and let my eyes move across the thick muscle on his chest as Heather worked his shirt off of him. He had to be six-six and two hundred and fifty pounds. My stomach tightened at the thought of having such a masculine guy lord over me in the bed for the night.
It was all I wanted that I'd yet to find, and still, I couldn't force myself to step away from the wall. Fear held me in place, though I worked like hell to play it off. Control was tightly in my grasp, and it always had been. No one had ever kicked me off the top of the hill, nor would they. I wouldn't allow it.
"Alexis. Come on, you hooker." Heather turned toward me as the guy unclasped her bra and bent down to tug at her panties. She gave me a sexy smile and motioned for me to come closer. "Stop being a prude."
"I'm not." I shrugged nonchalantly. "I wanna see what we're playing with. See if it's worth my time."
He laughed again and turned his attention to Heather as he unbuckled his slacks and pushed them over his hips. "Get on your knees, pretty girl. Let's start the party out with seeing if you've bitten off more than you can chew."
"Fuck yes." Heather moved down and tugged his tight black briefs down.
My breath caught in my chest as she moved toward the ground, dragging his underwear down with her as she giggled hysterically. She'd taken out a bottle of red wine on her own. It was going to be a long-ass night.
"Wow," I mumbled as I licked at my lips. He wasn't just a big boy with his clothes on.
"You like?" he mumbled, and I glanced up to see if he were talking to me or her.
His strong gaze was locked on me as he slipped his hand into Heather's hair and pulled her closer to him.
"Alexis. Fucking look at how big-"
"Stop talking and suck." He glanced down and grabbed his cock, wrapping his big hand around it and barely getting his fingers to touch due to its girth.
A groan lodged behind my clenched teeth, but I didn't move. Couldn't. I wasn't a silly college girl with a reputation for fucking people under the table anymore. I was grown - sort of.
A smile curved up the side of my mouth as Heather gagged loudly. Her blond hair danced along the top of her back as she gripped his thighs and worked what little bit of his dick she could get inside of her.
I could do so much damage to you.
"I'm sorry," she whispered and sat back on her heels, leaving his thick cock covered in a sheen of wetness. "I had too much to drink. Let me just..."
She bolted over the bed and slammed the door to the bathroom closed behind her.
He turned his attention back to me and stroked himself. "I like her aggressiveness. Too bad you're so timid. It was you I was hoping to get in my bed tonight."
"That so?" I stiffened as he walked toward me and stopped just in front of me, naked and fully confident in appearance.
He reached out and pressed his hand to the wall beside me as he leaned in farther and brushed the tip of his nose by my cheek.
"Touch me, Alexis. I know you want to. I can smell your arousal from across the room. It's driving me fucking crazy."
"Fuck," I whispered and closed my eyes. Was I doing this? I wanted to so damn bad, but being at the first conference for a new job left me locked in indecision. What if he was with my company? I didn't know everyone.
"Touch me. Now." He nipped at my ear.
"I'm not interested." I turned my face a little and brushed my nose by his. It would be easy to get lost in his desire. He was by far the best looking man at the conference and had a body I once would have given my soul to ride all night.
"You're a liar, but a beautiful one." He gripped my chin tightly and leaned in, pressing me to the wall. The thickness of his arousal pressed into my belly and left me panting softly. My obsession with boys with big toys forced me to reach up and grab his hips.
"I'm not fucking you." I lifted to my toes and pressed my lips to his as a low grown escaped me. I hadn't been with anyone for three months as the last time left me feeling a little more than slutty. Heather and her orgies.
"Maybe not tonight, but let's make sure your little pussy salivates every time you think about me as a punishment." He kissed me again and gripped the sides of my tight black dress, tugging it up over my hips and gripping the back of my legs. "So beautiful. Exquisite even."
"You talk too much." I smiled and wrapped my arms around his thick neck as he picked me up and pressed me to the wall, rolling his hips and brushing the length of his cock down my center.
"Sloppy wet, Alexis." He glanced up at me and brushed my hair back as he rolled his hips again, using the head of his cock to force my drenched panties out of the way. The pressure he created as he rimmed my opening was ecstasy.
"I love sex," I whispered and closed my eyes, pressing down a little as my panting grew louder. Every part of me came alive with need and leaving the room without forcing him deep inside of me seemed to be a tragedy I couldn't let happen.
He gripped the sides of my ass and ran his finger just under my G-string to play with
me teasingly. "I bet you do. You seem so confident and in control of yourself, standing over here like a cosmic judge of lust."
I chuckled and pressed down farther as my body screamed in protest. He was too big. The very idea of finding someone too big left my thighs tightening around him and a groan rolling off my tongue.
"I can't do this. Let me down." I tightened my grip on his neck and pulled up as I pressed my lips to his again and opened my mouth instead, letting him in just a little.
"You already are." He moaned, pressed his tongue deep into my mouth and pulled my hips down to force the meaty tip of his cock inside of me. It was enough with my heightened sense of desire to throw me over the edge.
I groaned and sucked on his touch in slow, hard pulls like I would his dick if he'd pulled me toward him instead of Heather moments earlier. My body contracted tightly, pulsing as electricity ran through the center of my stomach.
His grip on my ass tightened painfully as he popped himself in and out of my wetness.
"Just the tip?" He pulled back and locked gazes with me. "No. I want more. Open up and let me in deeper. You're so fucking tense."
"No." I panted and rolled my hips, trying to ride the last moments of my orgasm as he pressed forward, forcing more of himself inside of me. I wanted him in my mouth, deep inside my pussy, forcing himself into my ass. All over me. Drowning me with the scent of his lust, the stain of his power.
Pleasure shot through the center of my stomach and I could see myself giving him anything he wanted to keep bringing me over the edge. I had no doubt that he could do amazing things given the time and proper control.
"It's so cute how hard you're trying to hold back." He slid one of his hands up to cup my breast and leaned down to tug at my nipple through my clothes as he forced another inch inside of me.
I cried out and pressed down, wanting to so badly to experience the pleasure I knew waited for me when he hit home. "More."
"Yeah, more, baby." He moved up and pressed his mouth to the side of my neck and he pulled out and pressed me tightly to the wall. "Go get on the bed and let me open you up, Alexis. You have no idea what your tight little body is capable of. Let me show you."
I slid down the front of his thick chest and reached out to stroke him once as the door behind him opened. Heather.
Fuck. I'd forgotten all about Heather.
"Sorry guys. I really feel like shit. I need to go." She stumbled around the bed toward us.
I slid my hand down his shaft and cupped his heavy sack as I coveted what he was capable of. "Another time."
"No. Go help her and come back to me." He reached out and gripped the back of my neck tightly, pulling me flush against him. "I'm not done with you."
"You would never be done with me." I lifted to my toes, pressing against his hold, and nipped at his lips before pulling away. "Besides, I'm not this girl anymore."
I tugged my dress down and wrapped my arms around Heather.
"I think you are still very much that girl, and I'll tell you from personal experience that if you keep denying her... she's gonna get pissed. Good luck when she does." He chuckled and turned, walking to the bed and crawling into it.
I paused to watch him as Heather opened the door, apologizing over and over again. The perfect curve of his ass was only accented by the ropes of muscles on his back and legs. I'd never had the chance to fuck such a hot guy, nor would I again.
I closed the door behind us and ignored the ache between my legs to turn around and spend the rest of the night losing myself in him. It took every ounce of control inside of me to be the bigger person. The good girl.
The responsible adult.
Chapter 2
Cole
She never came back.
I was rather surprised that she didn't return to me. The hunger in her eyes as I toyed with her against the wall was enough to make me think she'd do just about anything I wanted her to.
A growl left me as I pressed a few buttons on the treadmill and upped my jog to a sprint. I needed to bleed out the aggression that bubbled up inside of me. I should have gone with her to take care of Heather. That would have gained me the upper hand to stay the night in her bed if nothing else.
I brushed my fingers over my lips and breathed in deeply as my cock hardened in my running shorts. Good thing my underwear was painfully tight, or I'd have more to deal with than just a day of yet another conference. The smell of her come stained my fingers, and fuck if I didn't want to lick them. I forced myself to think through the day instead of how many ways I could make her moan.
I'd see her again. I had no doubt about it. She'd be mine later that day or perhaps that night, but either way, I was going to have my way with her. She was far too much 'my type' not to. I'd seen her across the room the night before and made a quick plan to get her friend’s attention in hopes that it would lead to her tagging along.
Her long dark hair and piercing eyes had every man in the room looking her way. Her dress had been professional, but sexy, hitting her mid-thigh and leaving everyone’s mind to wonder what color her panties might be. I still didn't know. Whatever they were, they were tiny as fuck. A groan lodged in my chest as I pressed the button again and forced myself to stay present during my run or chance eating the ground below me and skinning my face.
"Cole Alexander? I'm a huge fan of yours." A pretty woman with a big smile and bright green eyes stopped beside the machine and extended her hand.
Some part of me wanted to give her a look for trying to shake my hand while I was running as hard as I possibly could on the machine below me, but I wasn't that guy. I had been in college, but that was a good five years behind me. I had an image to keep up, and it wasn't a lie, but the older I got, the harder it was to be the nice guy all the time.
I tugged at the red chord on the machine and grabbed my towel, wiping at my head as I stepped off and extended my hand.
"Always nice to meet a fan. What's your name?" I gave her a smile as her eyes moved across my face and dipped lower.
"Lizzy Barton. I'm with Kandrill. We'll be bidding later today. I sure hope it goes well for us." She let out a nervous laugh.
"It's all for a good cause, so I'm sure it will." I pulled my hand back and continued to wipe the sweat from my head and chest. "Are you doing the bidding?"
"No, my boss is." She glanced around before letting out a squeak-like sound. "I totally read your last book!"
"Move Your Own Mountains?" I smiled and moved just behind her to get a cup of water.
She jerked around and bounced on the balls of her feet. "Yes! I'm totally working on moving my mountain."
"What is your mountain, Lizzy?" I stood up and took a long drink of the cool liquid as Sam, my secretary, walked up behind the excited woman.
"I'm not sure, but the minute I figure it out, I'll let you know. I'm just so excited to move it!"
"Cole. You have thirty minutes. Get outta here, get your shower and let's move it." Sam leaned around the woman and lifted his eyebrow at me. "Now, man."
"Right." I reached out and squeezed the side of Lizzy's shoulder. "Good to meet you. Keep after that search and you'll feel more free than you ever have."
"Okay. I'll be around tonight if you want to have a drink, maybe?" she called after me as we walked to the exit.
"I'll see if I can find you." I smiled over my shoulder and patted my head again as Sam chuckled beside me.
"I'm thinking she wants you to be the mountain she moves." He chuckled as I popped him in the chest. The guy was like a little brother to me, and had been beside me for the last five years as I worked my legal career into something far more entertaining and rewarding. Helping people get over their fears and conquer their doubts about anything and everything was my life mission, and I was damn good at it.
"Every woman thinks they want a man like me, until they get me." I rolled my shoulder and pressed the button for the elevator as Sam pushed his bottom lip out and wiped at his eye.
"So fucking sad,
dude. Here is the one tear I cried for you." He pretended to fling a tear at me as a smirk lifted his lips.
"Thanks man, I knew you'd understand." I smiled back and pretended to catch the tear.
"How a guy like you could be wanting for anything is beyond me." He shrugged and tapped the clipboard he held in his hand. "You’ve seriously got twenty minutes to get yourself looking like a class-A shit kicker, Cole."
"Class-A shit kicker." I glanced over at him. "What are you, fifteen?"
"I wish. I was getting more pussy then than I am now. Being next to you isn't helping my chances either." He moved forward and held the door open for me. "Did you get both those girls in bed last night?"
"You jealous?" I walked by and pulled my room key from my pocket.
"Always." Sam smiled over at me. His tidy appearance and thin frame had most girls trying to guess if he were interested in women or men. He was almost too well put together, but I wasn't handing out free advice. That was usually worth what you paid for it - nothing.
I pushed the key in the lock and glanced over at him. "If it makes you feel any better, the blond got sick and threw up in my bathroom for half an hour, and the one I was after wouldn't let go of her resolve to be a good girl. Barely got the tip in her before she ran for the door."
"Fuck. That's hot." He turned and pressed his back to the door. "She had to be the most beautiful woman in the whole damn room."
"Tell me about it." I opened the door and called over my shoulder. "Twenty minutes. I'll be out in ten."
"I'll believe it when I see it."
I showered like my ass was on fire and dressed in a pair of black slacks and a polo shirt. A quick fix on my hair, cologne and I was out the door.
Sam moved from the wall and tilted his head. "How the fuck do you do that all the time?"
"What? Hurry? I'm a guy. I know how to hurry. It's you I'm worried about." I patted his back. "You take for fucking ever and still look the same, no matter what you do."
