by Jan Bowles
“Well I…Well I…” Goddamn it, she cursed herself. Why did she find it so hard to speak coherently in this man’s presence?
“I was thinking that maybe you could help me?” He leaned in again, only this time he kissed her lips, making her feel properly alive. He was close now, so very close, and she couldn’t help but imbibe his alpha-male scent as it mingled with a hint of expensive cologne. When their lips finally separated his face wore an amused expression. “You don’t have to tell your husband about this fleeting indiscretion, if you don’t want to. After all, deception can be exciting, don’t you think, Andrea? Deception can be an aphrodisiac.”
She backed away again, knowing that she did it in a way that would only encourage this alpha-male further.
“I tell you what I’m going to do, pretty lady. I’m going to give you a call here tomorrow night. I’ll arrange a time for you to show me around Boston. Understand?”
“Yes.” It was only one word, but she felt almost incapable of getting it out.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Zack. I understand.”
“I think you meant to say ‘Yes, Zack, I fully understand.’”
“Yes, Zack. I fully understand.” It felt wonderful to be at the mercy of a powerful, all-dominant man again, and in that very instant, she realized what she’d been missing all those years since Joe’s death. It was time she started living again, and she figured Zack Marshall was the type of guy who could help her.
With his eyes intently trained on hers, he sensuously ran his finger over her nose and lips. “So cute.” With those final words, he turned from her and left the club as quickly as he’d arrived, causing Andrea to slump in her chair and wonder what the hell had just gone on.
* * * *
Three days later
As Andrea explored the opulent new build property with Zack, she had a whole host of questions permeating in her mind. Did he really need seven bedrooms and seven bathrooms, and did he really have the money to pay for a 12.5 million-dollar luxury home set in ten acres of woodland in just about the most desirable part of Boston imaginable? The modest two-bedroom apartment she’d shared with Joe, and now lived in alone, would easily fit into one small annex of this palatial residence, highlighting the fact that Zack inhabited a world a million miles away from her frugal, yet comfortable life.
Zack took hold of her hand as they walked into a purpose built kitchen that seemed to go on forever. “What do you think? Too small or…”
“You gotta be kidding me, Zack. You could get an army in here.”
“Yeah, I know, but I do a lot of entertaining, and people often seem to end up congregating in the kitchen.”
“And seven bedrooms, I mean…”
He pressed a finger to her lips, instantly stilling her babbling chatter. “And before you ask, no I’m not married, and no, I don’t have any kids to fill those seven bedrooms.”
“Then why, Zack? Why do you need such an ostentatious display of wealth?”
“Because I can. Because I’m able to. Just like I was able to get you here today.” He brushed a stray hair behind her ear with a simple sweep of his fingertips, a sensuous all-knowing smile forming on his lips as he stared into her eyes. “Right here alone with a man you barely know.”
She wasn’t innocent or naïve. She worked at Club Submission for God’s sake, yet somehow, he made her blush with embarrassment. Christ, how did he do it? Zack was dominating her without any apparent effort or show of force, making her pussy wet with need in the process.
He had insisted that the realtor let them look around the house alone, and Andrea found herself in the strange, yet not unpleasant position of being completely vulnerable as they wandered around the awe inspiring property. That thought alone made her shiver with apprehension, because it excited her. Zack possessed a presence and charisma that was undeniable. In simple terms, he turned her on, and after Joe’s tragic death, that was something she thought she’d never experience again with a man.
He led her up an eight-foot-wide spiral staircase, and she could only marvel at the way some people lived. “I suppose this place comes with an indoor swimming pool?”
“Of course.” He flicked through the glossy brochure the realtor had handed him along with the keys. “Forty-five feet by thirty-five feet.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh? So small. What a disappointment. Never mind, perhaps there’s a full-size pool somewhere else in here.”
He smiled at her. “I like a woman with a sense of humor.”
Andrea couldn’t help but smile right back, finding the sexual aura of this man almost irresistible. Not that I want to resist anymore. Five years is more than long enough to grieve a loved one, and Joe, lovely wonderful Joe, who I adored with every fiber of my being, would want me to grab hold of life again.
“Swimming pools are interesting, but bedrooms more so, especially ones like this.”
When he pushed open a pair of huge oak doors, Andrea couldn’t help but let the word—“Wow”—slip from her lips as he led her into the most amazing bedroom she’d ever seen. Thick, plush carpet the color of wild strawberries led to a massive oval-shaped bed that dominated the luxurious room. Satin throws and silk cushions were liberally scattered, their perfectly accented colors of mulberry and mink seeming to draw the attention, making the bed look incredibly inviting. Sensuous drapes highlighted the large French window, which opened out onto a terraced balcony, giving a panoramic view of the immaculate garden below.
Like every woman, she enjoyed flicking through glossy designer magazines when she had a moment to spare, and she’d often daydream, putting herself in the position of the incredibly fortunate and wealthy people who lived there.
Well, a girl can dream, can’t she?
Only, right now she didn’t need to dream, because she stood in the most beautiful environment imaginable, with the sexiest man alive—Zack.
When she glanced across at him, she found those penetrating silver-gray eyes focused solely on her. “Let’s not kid ourselves, princess. From the moment we first laid eyes on each other at Club Submission, we knew we were bound to finish up here, in the bedroom.”
“I–I–I.”
“No point in deceiving yourself, Andrea, you know it as well as I do. You just wanted to put up a fight so I’d appreciate you more. Well, let me tell you something, lady, right here, right now, a man couldn’t appreciate a woman more than I appreciate you.”
“But, Zack…”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot. You have a husband, don’t you? What’s his name?”
“Joe.”
“And tell me, Andrea, how will Joe take the news that his achingly beautiful wife is about to have sex with another man?”
“He…he would…” She was finding this hard, and realized that the tangled web of deceit that she’d weaved, by pretending that Joe was still alive, had come back to bite her ass.
“Go on. I’m listening.” He had her on the ropes. She saw it in his eyes. Zack knew she was lying. He nonchalantly crossed his arms as though he had all the time in the world. “I’m waiting. I’m interested to know how Joe will react?”
“He…he will…I mean he would be…Oh God, you know, don’t you, Zack? You know I’ve been lying. You know I don’t have a husband anymore.”
“Of course I know. I know everything. A man in my position makes it his business to know what’s going on around him. If he doesn’t, he won’t last long in this dog eat dog world.”
“Was it Todd? I never did like that guy. Everyone else at Club Submission I like and count as my friends, but not Todd. That guy is a snake in the grass, and not to be trusted.”
“No need for further analysis, Andrea. I just know. End of story. But think of it as a positive, because now the air has been cleared, there’s nothing stopping us from enjoying each other.”
She stared helplessly into piercing silver eyes that seemed to delve deep into her soul. “Surely you weren’t thinking of—”
Chapter Thr
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“Having sex with you right here, on that huge bed? That’s exactly what I’m thinking.”
Her breathing quickened, and deep down Andrea found the thought of being fucked by this powerful and uncompromising man exciting. However, no girl wanted to come across as easy and available, so she mounted her defense as best she could.
“No, I won’t. What makes you think I’m such a tramp that I’ll sleep with a man I barely know?”
Without warning, he took her head in his hands before kissing her passionately on the lips, never once taking his unblinking gaze from hers.
“Tramp? I don’t think you’re a tramp, princess. To my way of thinking nothing could be further from the truth.” He kissed her again, this time forcing his tongue deep inside her mouth as a mark of ownership. “You know as well as I do, Andrea, that we share the same wavelength. We see life in the same way, the only difference being that I see it through the eyes of a dominant man, and you see life through the eyes of a submissive woman. The submissive you’ve always been.”
Zack was right, she’d always been a natural sub, never once having the urge to be a switch or a Domme. As she stared up into his eyes, her lips slightly parted and her breathing fast, she knew he read her like a book as he forensically assessed her with the cold clinical detachment of a predator assessing its prey.
“You won’t refuse me, Andrea. When push comes to shove, believe me you won’t dare to refuse me.”
“I will. I’m my own woman.” Even as she lifted her head high and proud, she felt her resolve begin to crumble. She wanted Zack. She needed him to take away the loneliness she’d endured since Joe’s death. It was time to start living again, and right now, she felt more alive and invigorated than she’d done in years.
It was a game, and now they were both playing it. Him insisting, and her refusing. The crazy thing was, they both craved the same outcome. The one where he took complete control and she willingly submitted, albeit with feeble protestations that only served to excite him further.
She had one final pitiful stab at standing her ground. “But, Zack, the realtor. He’s sitting in his car outside. What if he decides to find out where we are?”
Pure sexual intent seemed to make his brow ridges become even more masculine and defined. “Fuck him. If the guy comes into the bedroom, then we’ll give him a show that he won’t forget for a long time. Today is the beginning of a wonderful journey that we’re going to share together, Andrea, so I’m minded to take it easy on you to start with. Thank me for my benevolence.”
“Thank you.” She just loved saying the words. They came so easily to her as a natural sub, making her pussy wet with need.
“Thank you? Elaborate further, princess.”
“I’m sorry, forgive me. I meant to say, thank you, Sir.”
He nodded knowingly. “Better. I can see that ours will be a very fruitful relationship.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I have so many wonderful things lined up for you, Andrea. Things that will make you realize that the life you’ve been living since your husband’s death has been running at quarter speed. It’s my job as your new dominant to rectify this, and to bring the light back into those wonderful hazel eyes of yours. A light that has been missing for far too long.”
Zack was clearly astute and perceptive, because she thought she hid her deep sadness well. Clearly not well enough to deceive Zack though, because his abundance of confidence made him appear all seeing and all knowing. The total dominant.
With his eyes never leaving hers, he cupped her breasts, squeezing them into impossible mounds, pinching her nipples through her blouse and bra, hard enough to make her bite her bottom lip with an erotic mix of pleasure and pain.
“In the future, my sub, you’ll find I often come armed with all manner of tools. Some of the tools have been designed for the purposes of correction and waywardness, which often seem to afflict new subs. While other tools will be used expressly for giving and prolonging sexual pleasure. Your behavior will dictate which implements I use.”
He squeezed her nipples hard through her clothes again, causing her pussy to moisten with desire and her knees to buckle slightly. In fact, her whole body trembled, something she was all too aware delighted and excited him.
Obviously enjoying her reaction, Zack continued, “On some occasions, you may receive the dubious benefits of both.”
Just as when she’d first met him at the club three days ago, it was his eyes that possessed her. As she stared deep into those silver-gray discs, she couldn’t detect a hint of uncertainty or fear, and it was as though Zack had never had a moment of self-doubt in the whole of his life. He was the total predator, focused on the matter at hand—a man who wouldn’t allow anything to distract him from his goal.
“Sir?”
“Yes.”
“My nipples. They’re on fire.”
“Is that a compliment or a complaint, princess?”
“Both, Sir.” She bit her bottom lip again, almost to the point of drawing blood. “The pain is…the pain is…the pain is just so exquisite, Sir.”
He stood so close to her that Andrea couldn’t help but take in his alpha-male scent, imbibing it with a passion that surprised her.
Mmm. Wonderful.
He wore an expensive cologne, too, and she figured that given time to absorb the subtle notes of the masculine fragrance, the name would eventually come to her. Eau d’Hadrien? Ambre Topkapi? Clive Christian 1872?
Not for one second did his mesmerizing eyes leave hers as he continued to persecute her nipples. Andrea needed this. She needed the attention of a dominant uncompromising male. Five years was too long for a real flesh and blood woman to be without a man, and with this in mind she took the decision to submit unconditionally to Zack, and therefore comply with his every demand.
“Take off your clothes.” The way he spoke, his voice deep and authoritative, she immediately knew it wasn’t a request. “Now.”
“Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir.”
Her hands trembled as she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, making this simple task far more difficult than it should be. After slipping the cream silk material from her shoulders and letting it flutter to the floor, she nervously raised her eyes to his.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m just a little anxious, that’s all. Please forgive me.”
“That’s to be expected. Now your bra. Take it off.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She knew her heart beat was elevated, probably running at a hundred and thirty beats a minute or more, and Andrea noticed that a sheen of feminine perspiration gathered in her cleavage. She hoped that Zack liked what he saw, and that he wanted her the same way she wanted him. When he nodded his approval and let out a low animalistic growl, she guessed he did. Wanting him to see her body, and more importantly to desire and possess what he saw, she reached around and unclipped her bra before slowly, ever so slowly removing it.
Enjoying playing the submissive role again, she tentatively asked, “I hope what you see pleases you, Sir?”
“Rest assured it does, princess.”
Her chest heaved, as she stood bare breasted before him. Her nipples thrusting outward as they filled with blood. Five years, it was five fucking years since a man had last seen her tits. What the hell had she been doing with her life all that time? Not living it that was for sure. She’d merely been existing, getting by. Well, that was then and this was now, and as she stood trembling before this magnificent man, she vowed never to go back to the bereft, empty life she’d endured since Joe’s tragic demise.
He slowly lowered his gaze and she knew he stared directly at her pussy. “And the rest. Take it off. Take it all off.”
His cultivated accent with just the merest hint of Detroit excited her, making her pussy wet with need. She guessed her neck and cheeks flushed red, and her whole body vibrated with a small, but persistent tremor that refused to quit no matter how hard she tried to control it.
“Ever
ything, Sir?”
“Don’t make me ask you twice, princess. We may be in the early stages of our relationship, enjoying the honeymoon period if you like, but I’m more than willing to discipline you if I believe you to be challenging my authority.”
“Yes, Sir, I’m sorry, Sir.” In her mind’s eye, she visualized him forcing her across his knee and then disciplining her bare ass with a thin reed cane, or better still the palm of his hand. Dear God, such vivid carnal thoughts excited her, causing the tremors running through her body to intensify.
Feeling truly feminine, like every woman had a right to, she kicked off her high heels, noticing just how much he towered over her, as she stood barefoot on the luxurious deep pile carpet.
“Your trousers, take them off.” He clapped his hands together, twice in quick succession, causing her to jolt wide-eyed to attention. “Don’t keep me waiting, princess. Don’t ever make the mistake of keeping your new Master waiting, because rest assured, there will be consequences if you do.”
His assertive behavior only served to stimulate her libido further, and she hurriedly unbuttoned her slacks before dropping them to the floor and kicking them from her bare feet. She’d half hoped, half known that this exact scenario would be played out, and with that in mind she’d chosen the skimpiest pair of sexy black panties she owned. The minuscule scrap of lace barely covered the slit of her freshly shaved pussy.
She’d anticipated the situation well, because she heard that low animalistic growl again, and Andrea figured she pleased him.
“Your panties. Take them off.” He pointed directly at her pussy. “Because I wish to know everything about you, everything.”
A trembling hand fluttered to her mouth. Oh, dear God there was no turning back now. Not that she wanted to. No, she wanted to fling herself headlong into this intoxicating new relationship, because it was time to start living again.
