Give It To Me: Taboo Romance

by Ami Snow

  “I wanted…certain things…in bed. She didn’t want them. In fact, she was very upset when I told her what I wanted. She called me some very unsavory names, demanded to know why I wanted them. When I tried to explain, she got upset, thought that it was about her, that she wasn’t good enough for me. No matter what I said, she couldn’t get past it. She left that night and said I should never call her or speak to her again.”

  Elizabeth stared at me, disbelievingly. “What, are you into some kind of S&M stuff?” she asked, laughing.

  I paused. She’d hit the nail right on the head, and she saw it. She grew quiet. “That’s what it is, isn’t it? You wanted to do all of that bondage and pain stuff. And she wasn’t into it. Which she shouldn’t do it, if she isn’t…”

  “I agree,” I interjected hastily.

  “But it seems a little crazy to call you names and get so upset over it. Everyone has different tastes.”

  I relaxed a little. Maybe she would be more open to it.

  “So…what. You want to tie me up in bed? Is that why you haven’t been coming upstairs with me?”

  I laughed a little. “No, Elizabeth. I haven’t been coming upstairs because I meant what I said. I want to date you, like any other guy, and I don’t think many guys come home with you on the first date. I think what happened between us was out of character for you, and I wanted to take things slowly this time. But yes…there are other things, things that I would want. If we started to have sex again.”

  “Bondage.”

  I sighed. “More than that. Outside of the bedroom, we are just like we are now. Equals. We interact like every other couple and coworker. But in the bedroom, you submit to me. I make the decisions. What you wear, and when it comes off. How much of it comes off. What positions. I tell you what to do to me, and you obey. I will tie you up, in different ways. Spank you, whip you. I’ll decide when you get to come, if you do, and how many times. Everything about you is mine to command, when we are in bed.”

  She looked a little taken aback. “I didn’t realize it was that serious,” she said softly. “And it’s always like that, every time?”

  I frowned. “Not always. There will be times when we might have regular sex, or you can be in charge. And you could always tell me, before we start, if that’s what you want. But once we start, I make the decisions. Always, unless we decide otherwise. And if you deviate, I’ll punish you. And I’ll enjoy it.”

  “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

  “You don’t have to,” I said softly. “If you don’t want to. I won’t force you to do anything, you know that.”

  “But if we take this further…you want that. You need it.”

  “I do,” I admitted.

  “And that’s why she left. Why she was so upset. Because you can’t have a relationship without it.”

  “I could,” I admitted. “But it wouldn’t be very fulfilling. It would be like someone who wants to be outdoors every weekend being with someone who only wants to stay in and watch television. Pretty soon, the person who wants to be outdoors would be very frustrated, or the one who wants to stay in would resent feeling like they have to go out when they don’t really want to. Neither one is happy.”

  “It makes sense,” she said. “When you say it like that.”

  I waited for several seconds. I could see that she was thinking. My heart pounded. I knew what I wanted her to say. I didn’t know if she would say it.

  Finally, she looked up at me, her face serious. “Okay,” she said.

  I blinked at her, unable to process what she was saying for a moment.

  “Okay,” she repeated. “I’ll try it. I can’t promise I’ll like it. But I’ll try it.”

  “Do you mean it?”

  She nodded.

  I walked to the door, poked my head out. “No one is to come in for at least the next thirty minutes,” I instructed. I closed the door, and turned the lock for good measure. I couldn’t imagine what my assistant was thinking just then, but I didn’t care.

  Elizabeth was staring at me. “You don’t mean to…”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Here? It’s the middle of the work day. My boss will miss me.”

  “If she does, tell her I asked you to meet me to discuss a file we worked on together when you were here before. I’ll vouch for it personally. Now, no more discussion. You said you would try. If you didn’t mean it, then go.” My heart pounded when I said that, fearful that she would.

  She didn’t.

  “Take off your blazer and shirt.”

  Her fingers were trembling a little, out of nervousness and not outright fear, I hoped. She undid the buttons of her blazer and let it fall to the floor, and then her shirt, letting it follow.

  She was wearing a black satin bra, and I felt myself start to harden.

  “Take off your bra. Let me see your breasts.”

  She reached behind, unclasping her bra. The straps sagged forward, and she let them slide down her arms, her shoulders square, her breasts bouncing lightly as her bra fell away.

  My cock rocketed to full hardness immediately.

  I took a step closer. “You’ve gotten me hard, you bad girl. What a way to act at the office. I may punish you for it later. But for now…”

  She looked at me, and I reached behind her, grabbing her hair. Not too hard, not yet. Just enough to let her know I was in charge. To give her a taste of what would come later.

  “Get on your knees and take my cock out,” I ordered, pushing her down.

  She went to her knees, reaching for my belt. She undid my pants, sliding down the zipper and reaching inside. The feel of her soft, warm hand circling my shaft made me feel slightly faint. It had been such a long time since she’d touched me. I hoped I could hold onto my control.

  “Stroke me,” I said. “Slowly.”

  She began to slide her hand up and down my shaft, slowly, her palm rubbing over the tip with each stroke. I stifled a groan. She looked up at me, her lips parted slightly, and I nearly came then and there.

  “Suck my cock,” I instructed.

  Still gripping my shaft, her lips went around the tip of it, her tongue flicking out. Pleasure raced through my body, my thighs trembling at the sensation, and I couldn’t help but let out a low moan as she began to slide her mouth down my cock, her tongue fluttering on the underside as she went. God, it felt good.

  I twisted her hair in my hand when she reached the base, holding her there for a moment until I felt her neck stiffen, and then I let her up, and she came off my cock, coughing. She glared at me.

  “Did I tell you to stop sucking?” I snapped.

  She blinked at me, looking amazed, and then she meekly shook her head. “No,” she said.

  I grabbed her hair again, pulling her head back. “No, what?”

  She was a fast learner. “No, sir,” she whispered.

  “Suck me,” I snapped. “And this time don’t stop. And don’t use your fucking hands.”

  She sucked me into her mouth again, bobbing up and down, her lips sliding up and down the shaft in a rhythm that was dangerously close to getting me off. She came up and sucked the tip, her lips pressing around the edge, and I gasped out: “Stop!”

  She stopped instantly.

  “Take the rest of your clothes off and go sit on the edge of my desk, legs spread.” I didn’t touch my cock. I could feel it, throbbing angrily, and ready to explode. I needed a minute to contain myself.

  She undid her pants, sliding them down, and pushed her black cotton panties down her hips. She left all of her clothing there on the floor, striding to my desk in her heels. The view didn’t help my situation one bit.

  She turned and sat on the edge of the desk, spreading her legs almost defiantly.

  “Spread your lips and hold them open so I can see you.” I walked towards her as she obeyed, running my fingers slowly over my cock. It pulsed pleasurably.

  I knelt down in front of her. “You are going to stay like that wh
ile I lick you. You may not come, under any circumstances. If you get close, tell me. If you come, I will punish you, and in a way you probably aren’t ready for yet.”

  I leaned forward then, pressing my mouth between her legs, my tongue flicking over her clit. I felt her tremble, and I knew this wouldn’t take long. I only used my mouth, keeping one hand on my cock and stroking slowly to keep myself on the edge as I alternated between long, slow licks that left her gasping and the quick strokes over her clit that made her shudder. I swirled my tongue over her, lapping at her, until she moaned and gasped: “Now, Ethan!”

  I pulled back, and she whimpered, her legs trembling with need. I could see her, flushed and wet, and I stood, grabbing her thighs, and plunged my cock into her.

  “Do. Not. Come.” I ground out, thrusting hard, pulling her legs around my waist. She gripped the desk to steady herself, her lips parted, helpless sounds of pleasure spilling from them. “Don’t you dare come,” I hissed, pounding into her. I felt her fluttering around me, felt her muscles contracting, but she wasn’t orgasming, not yet. I knew she was close, and yet somehow she hung on. “Don’t fucking come,” I growled at her, and then, as I felt my cock swell and harden, I pulled out of her, grasping my shaft.

  “Get on your knees,” I hissed, and she did so, sensing what I wanted and opening her lips as I thrust my hips forward, pushing my cock into her mouth. “Swallow it,” I moaned, grabbing her hair as her lips squeezed my shaft, and then I was pouring into her mouth, my hips bucking as I felt the tip slide deeper into her mouth and felt it contract around me as she sucked me down and swallowed. It was the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt, looking down at Elizabeth on her knees as I came in her mouth and ordered her to swallow it all.

  I held her there for a moment even after it stopped, relishing the feeling of my softening cock still in her warm mouth, and then I let her go. She stood, shakily, and I remembered that I hadn’t let her come.

  She stared at me. “Do I ever get off?” she asked, a bit of grumpiness in her tone.

  “That sort of attitude will get you punished,” I warned, but there wasn’t much in my tone to back it up. I zipped up my pants, and gestured to her clothes. “You should get dressed.”

  I could see by her face how frustrated she was. She put on her clothes, and only when she was fully dressed did I drop the dominance.

  “Did you enjoy it?” I asked. “Honestly.”

  She paused for a moment, and then nodded. “I did, actually. It was…really hot. Although I would have liked to finish, too.”

  “Most of the time you will,” I assured her. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a long time, Elizabeth. I’ve got a lot of fantasies stored up.”

  “And that was one of them?”

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  “Well, then I’m glad we did it.” She stepped forward and kissed me, and I tasted the tang of myself on her lips, sharp and salty.

  “Do you…” I hesitated. “Do you want to keep on?”

  “Dating you?” She smiled and tossed her hair. “Yes, Ethan. In fact, I think you should take me out Friday night. We’ll see what happens after that.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “See you later.”

  And with that, she turned and walked out of the door, leaving me standing there, once again, utterly at a loss as to what to think.

  This woman was never going to stop catching me off guard. I was certain of that.

  End of Book 4

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  Royal’s Liberation

  An Alpha Billionaire Series: Book 5

  By: A.J Madison

  The Royal’s Liberation

  Chapter 1

  Ellie

  I don’t think I got any more work done that day. I went to the ladies’ room on the top floor before anyone other than Ethan’s secretary could see me, and I looked at myself in the mirror for several long seconds that stretched into minutes. I looked like a mess. My hair, so carefully straightened this morning, was mussed and frizzy, tendrils sticking to my damp cheeks. I was flushed, my skin shiny with exertion and satisfied desire. My lipstick was smeared, a red patch near my lips, still tinted from it. I quickly grabbed a napkin and dampened it with hot water, rubbing at the stain. My makeup came with it, and in a rush of frustration I turned on the faucet, splashing my face and removing most of it. It took a few minutes for me to fix what was left, and I stepped back, straightening my skirt and checking to be sure my blouse was buttoned correctly. I ran my fingers through my hair in lieu of a brush, and hoped that I looked presentable enough. I’d left my desk in my usual state, I couldn’t return looking like I’d been through a storm. Someone would know that something was up.

  To be entirely honest, I didn’t know how to feel about any of it. What had just happened in Ethan’s office was, truly, one of the sexiest things I’d ever experienced. Before then, I’d never even really considered doing that sort of thing. I’d never fantasized about a man telling me what to do in bed or treating me roughly, and I’d certainly never experienced it. I was surprised by myself that I’d even agreed to any of it. But Ethan’s voice, ordering me to submit to him, to display myself for him…that had been hotter than anything we’d done so far. I tried to imagine what else he might do to me, but I had very little frame of reference. The romance novels I read—not that I read them often--were soft, sweet “chick lit”, not anything truly scandalous. I’d seen those books, but always dismissed them, laughing at the black and grey and red covers with handcuffs and dying roses on the front.

  So the sudden lust that had sprang up in me after the episode in Ethan’s office was strange, and made me feel a little uncomfortable. I didn’t know how to process this new information—Ethan’s desires, my reaction to them. I certainly didn’t know how to process it at work. How could I sit back down at my desk and work on client lists and accounting figures when I’d just been spread-eagled on Ethan’s desk, my fingers between my legs as he demanded to fuck me?

  So I did something I had never done in my entire time as an employable adult—I went back to my boss’s office and knocked on the door. She called for me to come in, and I did, trying to look as ill as possible. I was sure with my disheveled hair and patchy makeup, it wasn’t hard.

  “Um, I stopped at this new breakfast place on my way to work this morning and I think the food may not have been good.” I felt slightly guilty, hoping she wouldn’t ask for the name of the restaurant. I didn’t want to ruin someone’s business over a case of faked food poisoning. “I’m not feeling very well, and I was wondering if I might be able to go home early today?”

  My boss looked instantly sympathetic, which only made me feel guiltier. “Of course! You don’t look very well either. Go home and get some rest. Take tomorrow, too, if you need to.”

  I shook my head. “I think I just need today. Thanks for understanding.”

  “Not a problem. Feel better.”

  I exited the office, stopping by my desk to grab my things. A couple of my coworkers glanced at me quizzically, and I gave a quick sad face. “Bad breakfast burrito,” I explained, shoving my phone into my purse. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

  There was a chorus of “I hope you feel better!” and “Feel better soon!” as I left, slinging my purse over my shoulder and walking out the giant glass doors out into the street. I hai
led a cab—no good if I was seen walking home while “ill”—and mentally chalked the expense up to the price of my free afternoon. I was glad to see my apartment building, and even more glad to strip out of my work clothes and jump into the shower, washing away the rest of my ruined makeup and rinsing the sweat out of my hair. I felt better once out of the shower, better able to think over the events of the morning.

  Unbidden, Brian suddenly flashed into my head. Brian. I knew that Ethan, having played the gentleman and taken me on dates, would likely assume in his old-fashioned way that us having sex today meant we were exclusive. I thought no such thing, and I wasn’t ready to lock myself into a relationship with the same man who owned the company I worked for. Not yet. I didn’t doubt that if Ethan knew I’d had sex with Brian since I’d come back—and still wanted to—he’d lose his mind.

  It put me in a difficult situation, and made me feel rebellious. I wanted to call Brian right then and suggest he come over, simply because I knew that Ethan wouldn’t want me to. It was a childish reaction, but I didn’t care. I was angry that my decisions were being made for me, even inadvertently. I wanted time—time to think, time to choose, or time to not decide at all if that’s what I wanted. But Ethan was the kind of man who wanted things now. He wouldn’t want to wait while I waffled between two men. And while that perhaps should have told me that I should let Ethan go altogether, I knew that wasn’t a decision I was ready to make, either. Especially after this afternoon. While I’d been shocked by his revelation, I was also desperately curious.

  I wanted to know what the rest of it was like.

  Ethan

  It took me several moments after she left to compose myself. I nearly couldn’t believe what had just taken place. I’d thought it would take much longer for Elizabeth and me to start sleeping together again, and I hadn’t even begun to think of how to form the conversation to explain to her the things I would really want in bed with her. I felt almost grateful to the person who had spilled the information about my former fling. It had sped up the need to have the conversation, and that had led to what had happened this afternoon.