THE IMOGEN SERIES BOXED SET PART I: (Books 1-4)

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by R. B. O'Brien


  “I…forgive me. This is all just a bit overwhelming. I am confused. You…oh god,” she paused, flustered, looking down at the ground, blushing, “You kissed me earlier…” She fought off her embarrassment. “You’ve kissed me twice now. I just don’t understand what…”

  I cut her off by holding up my hand.

  Her questions were endearing and I didn’t know if I could play this game with her any longer. I wanted her. I wanted to devour her, possess her, dominate her. And truth be told, I was going off my usual script, my usual plan. I hadn’t done my full research. Jennifer hadn’t done her full research. And I had never kissed a personal assistant like that. I needed to pull my shit together.

  I sat on the bed and motioned for her to come sit beside me. She hesitated. “Come here, Victoria.” I did not give her much room to refuse me with my tone.

  She sat on the bed, leaving a large gap between us.

  I chuckled. “Closer. I don’t bite. You’ve known me now for months.” I laughed heartier. I did much worse than bite, I reminded myself. Not only that, I realized I hadn’t allowed her to get to know me at all really in all those visits to the coffee shop. I didn’t want her to know me. Truth be told, I didn’t really want to know her all that much either.

  She complied but I felt her shudder. “I don’t understand you…”

  I started to unbutton her blouse. “You don’t have to. I don’t want you to understand me. That’s not what this is about.”

  “But…”

  “Not a word,” I interrupted her, and I saw her eyes widen. In fear? Anticipation? Lust? It was hard to say. “How many partners have you had?” I slowly removed the shirt of her uniform, leaving her in a tight, cheap, too-small black bra that squished her tits.

  She squirmed and tried to move my hands.

  I stopped. “I asked you a question. I am not going to have you until I have you examined, so just relax. I’m just looking, and I know you want me to. I know you want more. Not yet. Jennifer is my personal physician, among many other things. She will give you a full exam. I don’t like the use of condoms. And I have a clean bill of health. Jennifer will show you all the documentation. Now answer me. How many men?”

  She got up from the bed and tried to grab her shirt back.

  “No, Victoria,” I growled. “In fact, remove your skirt and answer my question.”

  “You’re embarrassing me,” she said quietly, turning away from me. “I’m so confused…I don’t know what you want…I have no idea what this is.”

  “Well, you’re about to find out.”

  I walked over to her and put my arms around her waist from behind her and slowly undid the button to her hideous skirt. “You do it or I will,” I whispered menacingly into the back of her neck. I felt her shiver as goosebumps appeared on her smooth as alabaster skin. She wanted this as much as I did. “Or, you can leave this arrangement behind and go back to your measly little apartment and shitty waitressing job.”

  “Please. I don’t want to ruin our business arrangement. I told you. I like you, that I have a crush on you. You made it clear that you do not feel the same way. Don’t hurt me like this. I am unnaturally attracted to you. I don’t think I can refuse you.”

  She completely caught me off guard yet again. And she was right. Crush was not what I wanted from her. Complete submission. That’s what I wanted, needed, from her. And I didn’t care what she might have wanted. I couldn’t escape how unequivocally attracted I was to her. It was unusual for me.

  “How many men, Victoria?” I had now removed her skirt, and she stood in her bra and panties only. She was fucking gorgeous. A woman this fucking endowed should not be wearing such shitty lingerie. I would have Jennifer take care of that immediately.

  She was blushing so furiously, it made me want her even more. How could someone this gorgeous not know it? Her humiliation was perfect. I was rock hard, and again, I wondered if she were wet. I drew a finger across her panties and she first gasped, shocked, but then let out a whimper when I removed my touch. I laughed. She was soaked. As I suspected, she was a natural submissive. She just didn’t know it yet.

  “You are so wet, Victoria. I think you have a little more than a crush on me. So answer me. How many men?” I could hear my tone. It must have intimidated the shit of her. I liked that.

  “One,” she whispered.

  “One?” I asked shocked, almost angry. “Tell the truth. You are telling me that you look like this, you are twenty-five years old, and you’ve only slept with one man?”

  Defeated, she slumped back down onto the bed, putting her head in her hands like she did at the restaurant, embarrassed. “Yes. One serious boyfriend through college. We were going to be married. We never had sex. We…I…was saving myself for marriage, but I found him with another woman. I found him having sex with another woman, my best friend actually. He said I couldn’t expect him to not have sex until we were married.”

  “Jesus Christ. Are you kidding me?” Suddenly, my whole plan was shifting. I had a true innocent, and I didn’t know how it made me feel. It excited me and it revolted me simultaneously. I knew she was naïve, but this? What had I gotten myself into?

  “Have you ever had an orgasm?”

  “Um,” she whispered. “I don’t think so.” She looked down, even more humiliated.

  Jesus Christ. “Did you come here to work for me, or were you hoping for more? Were you hoping I took away your virginity, that this would be some kind of a romance?” I was incredulous. She was a walking contradiction, confusing the shit out of me and my needs at every turn.

  She agonized. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted exactly. But I guess…I guess I was hoping...”

  I ran my fingers through my hair and realized that what I thought was incredibly clear may not have been clear to her at all. Jesus fucking Christ.

  “If I take away your virginity, you will like it. You will like it a lot, Victoria. Make no mistake about that. But I am not a romantic; in fact, I’m sadistic by nature and not a romantic one by any means. Do you know what that is? What that means?”

  I was shocked by my own admission.

  She looked up at me. “Yes.”

  Again, she surprised me. “I am not looking for any type of attachment or commitment outside of our agreement. Don’t come crying to me when you want romance and love. I want you. Make no mistake. But I want you on my terms. I like to tease and torment my women. I like to make them squirm. I like to humiliate them. I want to do all those things to you. And I think you will like the things I plan to do to you or I wouldn’t have chosen you.”

  I hadn’t planned on telling her all this, so bluntly. I had never had to before. This wasn’t how I normally operated. But it spilled out of me as if I were drunk on shots of tequila. There was something different about her, and I wanted to make sure she had a way out if she chose. Her lack of experience, her innocence. I knew I would savor her torment, maybe too much. The reaction my hard cock had to her revelation let me know that. I would crush her.

  “Please. Give me back my clothes.”

  “Let me explain this situation more clearly. Let’s see if you understand what the overall expectations will be, starting right now. You stay. You’re mine. Mine to do with as I please. It’s all in the contract you will sign. And right now, it pleases me to get you completely naked. You either take off the rest of your clothes right now, or you leave and you never look back. Do you understand?”

  She welled up. Her bottom lip quivered. She was about to cry. I wasn’t a fucking rapist for Christ’s sake.

  I threw her clothes at her and marched to the door and opened it. I had no idea why I had become so furious. She had no idea why I had brought her here. And I damn well knew it. “Goodbye, Victoria. Leave. Now.” And I slammed the door after me. Anger engulfed me. And I felt that something again, a pang, a pang of longing, desire, a pain in my gut. Guilt? Fuck.

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