Becoming His

by Angel Marks

  He walked to the security box and typed in a code, and then took her to a back room that had another desk and leather chairs.

  “Get undressed.”

  Without words, Noelle slipped her flip flops off followed by her shorts, and then her white with pink writing T-shirt. She stood before Will, above all her newfound daddy, her boyfriend, her soon-to-be husband, the man who she had given herself to, completely, and asked him to please help her undress.

  He was obliged, unhooking her pink satin bra with lace trim letting her small round breasts peek up at him, her pink nipples quickly made erect by his straying fingers. Then he slipped off her matching panties, covered with white polka dots and trimmed with lace, both of which he had picked out for her in her bedroom an hour earlier.

  She stood before the fully clothed Will in the nude, and demurely raised her eyes to his, reveling in the feeling of his gaze on her body.

  He was enjoying watching her and deliberately holding back from pouncing on her and mating her hard and rough, which is what he really wanted to do. Instead he smiled, more aroused by her obedience, beauty, and trust. “You’re beautiful, Noelle.” And he openly stared at her, appraising her body, raking his eyes over every private and erotic nook of her.

  She burned under his gaze, feeling her skin prickle and simultaneously loving that she was being watched. “I belong to you, sir.”

  “Yes, you do, and I’d like to make that official very soon.”

  “Yes, Sir,” was her quiet, excited reply.

  “I love that you’re obedient, Noelle.”

  “Thank you.”

  “We’d never get along otherwise. We’re a perfect match.”

  Noelle smiled up at him. “I had no idea how much I wanted to be obedient. Isn’t it silly? I never really thought about it, but when you began to court me, it felt natural that you took care of me.”

  “That’s why we’re together. It is natural. Come here.” And he cradled her in his arms, rubbing her belly and nuzzling her neck, causing her to let out little moans of pleasure.

  “That’s good, dear. Do you like this?”

  Noelle pressed herself into him. “Yes, Daddy. I love everything you do to me.”

  “It’s hard for me to control myself when I’m with you. You’re such a good girl. Thank you for being so obedient.”

  “I want to be yours, sir.”

  “You are mine.” And he laid her on the Oriental carpet. “Get on all fours.”

  Noelle positioned herself on her hands and knees sticking her bottom up in the air for Will to slap, which he did.

  There was just something about Will Martin. She felt like she was a cat in heat with him. The connection between them made her full. She wasn’t complete until she was completely possessed by him.

  Will sat down in one of the leather chairs, and she rubbed up against his leg. He reached down and pet her head, stroking her back down to her naked bottom.

  “I love you, Noelle, and I will always take good care of you. Do you understand?”

  Noelle sat back and looked up at Will.

  “Yes, I hope so. I trust you.” And then she rolled over onto her back and put her hands over her head, simultaneously parting her legs to him, demonstrating her submission.

  Will examined her swollen pussy and hurt to see the pain he had caused her. He had caused the swelling. She had never had such a large cock, not much dick at all, before him, and he had only claimed her the night before, but in doing so he had already entered her at least a half dozen times in less than twenty-four hours. Her pussy was in shock despite his efforts to ameliorate the pain by bathing and licking her.

  “I think I should give you some time to heal, love. I don’t think I should take you right now.”

  To which she whimpered and cried for him, causing him to lift her up and place her over his knee, giving her a big swat on her naked behind. “Do not disobey me, Noelle.”

  The spank had caused her to gush for him, and his hand slipped down and became engulfed in her pussy’s wetness. It was too much for Will to hold back, and the carnal urges he had for her came racing out of him. In a blur he dropped his pants and slammed his raging hard dick deep inside her from behind with no warning. Noelle gasped and screamed with need as he ripped into her. On all fours she held her bottom up to him and he repeatedly slammed into her, mating her like a dog, sometimes biting the back of her neck, as he encompassed her body with his.

  “Come inside me, please, sir.” Noelle begged.

  “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  “Yes!”

  “Do you realize what it could mean?”

  “Yes, sir, we would have a baby. Someone that is part you and part me. We would be parents together.”

  “Are you ready to be the mother of my child, Noelle?”

  “No, sir, but if you impregnated me, I would be.”

  Will drove deep inside her, so deep Noelle cried that she could feel him touching her belly button. He clenched her to him and unloaded into her a stream of viable sperm swimming hard to create new life.

  The feeling of his warm liquid filling her up made her woozy with joy and she came all over him, too, a joint orgasm.

  Will avoided collapsing on her for fear of injuring her. Instead, he rolled to his side taking her with him. The two fused together by his cock, still lodged deep inside her, slowly growing soft, but neatly packed in tight and wet with their release.

  She let out a sigh of deep contentment and fell asleep there, naked in his arms on the Oriental carpet on his father’s law office floor. A few minutes later Will nudged her awake, and they dressed and slipped out of the building.

  “Are you ready now, to become my wife?”

  “Well, I think I may be the mother of your child.”

  “Yes, well, I’ll marry you this week.”

  “Being your anything sounds complicated.”

  “Yes, you’re right. You would have to comply with the parameters of being my spouse.”

  “The parameters?” Noelle looked at him with laughter, but knew he was being serious.

  “Are you for real?”

  “Absolutely. For starters, you wouldn’t be my equal.”

  “Okay, that sounds awful.”

  “Maybe, but you like it, and you will appreciate it when I get your life on track.”

  “My life on track? What about your own?”

  “You’re right in some respects, education wise, I’m not where I’d like to be right now, for myself or for us, and I can only rectify that over time, but while I’m going to school, I can still take care of you.”

  “Hmmm. Don’t worry, I take care of myself. We can be what is that word? Equals.”

  Will looked down at her with a hint of amusement in his eyes, but still stalwart on his conviction that he would need to have complete control in order for their relationship to work.

  “Noelle, I promise you if you hand over control, I will cure you of your, what did you call it, bag lady syndrome?”

  “Yes. I have that for sure. How would you cure me of this?”

  “Well, I’ll take care of your finances, but in order to do that you have to let me, and sometimes you won’t be happy with the decisions that need to be made, hence the need for you to hand over control. I know we’ve just become a couple, and everything is a bit fast, but it just seems right.”

  “I know, Will, and crazy enough, I’m not scared. Somehow, I feel like we must seem crazy to outsiders, but I feel like we’ve been together for a while.”

  “Since the moment I laid eyes on you, I had a plan to get to know you, and from our first meeting, I knew.”

  “What did you know?”

  “That you need me.”

  “Oh, so I’m not the one, I’m the one that needs you. That is not nearly as romantic as being the one, Mr. Martin.”

  “Well, it’s the truth, and you’re also onto something, because I’m completely taken by you. I have a need to protect you, to take care of
you on every level.”

  “Oh, now that is a little bit romantic.”

  Will took her hands and they stood there on the porch gazing into each other’s eyes.

  “Noelle, you need to trust me on every level. I would be controlling your spending for one, your bill paying, and I would satisfy you in other ways when you felt the need to go shopping.”

  “No shopping?!” Noelle made a look of mock horror though she felt it for real.

  “Yes, no shopping, something that might set you over the edge I imagine, but yeah, I will be severely restricting your shopping.”

  “This sounds awful.”

  “Well, trust me and you may thank me in a year. I’ll have you out of debt and with savings.”

  “That sounds like a pipe dream. I have no idea how you will pull that off. I have a five thousand dollar credit card debt and a twenty thousand dollar student loan, zero savings and I bring home a little less than a thousand a month after taxes and health insurance.”

  “Well, I think I can get you in a much better place than you can alone, dear, if you trust me to help.”

  Noelle seriously considered his offer. To be debt free in a year was only a fantasy in her world. What was Will Martin capable of, money wise?

  “Or, of course, you can continue to live in your own way, but I won’t know what to do with you when you describe feeling suffocated by your bills. It’s up to you, but this is our start together. I’d like to fix your financial health.”

  “Maybe you should major in business management or finance, Mr. Martin. Anyway, I would definitely like to go over my bills with you and see how you can help me. We are, after all, a couple, right?”

  “Yes, we are.” Will led her down the stairs and opened the passenger’s door for her.

  “It’s all about your state of mind, Noelle. This is just one of the ways I would like to help you, and us.”

  “It sounds a bit painful, like looking at a beautiful dress I can never wear, just admire from behind the store window.”

  “But you will wear it, dear, as soon as you are debt free, with a savings and some disposable income to spend on it.”

  As they drove down the street, Noelle took stock of the neighborhood. The surrounding homes were pretty on the exterior but she knew that many, if not all, were divided up into apartments or office space and it was mainly a low income and college student renting community.

  “Why would your father have a real estate law practice here, among the non-real estate owners?”

  “Everybody has to dream, don’t they? Somebody owns these buildings. The price was right. Low overhead keeps his prices down, and he already has a stellar reputation. He’s not out to rob people, just make a decent living. People drive in from all around for his work.”

  “You seem to have a head for numbers and business, Mr. Martin.”

  “Business comes natural to me, and I like to be in charge.”

  “All right, then. I’ll agree.”

  “Agree?”

  “Yes, I’ll agree to let you help me manage my finances for one year, while we live together, and depending on how it turns out, I will allow you to legally have me, as you put it, and in my words, get married.”

  “Is that so?”

  “I have to wait a year to make you legally mine?”

  “Yes, dependent on how our year turns out.”

  “Well, you’re missing the point then, dear. If I have complete control over you, then you will marry me whenever I decide.”

  Noelle considered his point of view momentarily before responding, “Well, then, maybe we could have an evaluation of our progress, as a couple, per se, after every month, and maybe I will be willing to give you more control and maybe you will decide you don’t want to be with me. Either way, we won’t be rushing into something that could be regretted soon after. Then again, maybe I’m right now becoming impregnated by your sperm.”

  And when saying this last statement, there wasn’t a hint of worry or concern in her mind. The idea of having Will’s baby actually made her excited. Looking him directly in the eye she added, “Yes, maybe I do want to be yours, forever, Mr. Martin.”

  Will slipped his hand over to her knee and gently squeezed. “I would love that, dear. Are you hungry?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “All right, let’s get something to eat.”

  A block away they were at a grocery store and shopping for cleaning products before heading over to the sub shop next door. They ordered turkey and cheese subs with lots of veggies, mayo, and Italian dressing, and picked up some kettle chips, chocolate chip cookies, and bottled water before driving just outside of town to a bucolic park with a man-made lake and views of rolling hills covered with forest.

  “We have a lot of work to do cleaning, but we have the next two weeks to get the place ready to move in.”

  “Will Steve be okay with me living with you up until then?”

  “Don’t worry about it. I have it taken care of.”

  “You’re very mysterious about certain things.”

  “All right, well, his family has a beach house in Cape Cod. He’s planning to be gone for a few weeks and he’s okay that you’re staying with me while he’s away. I spoke to him before we went to your parents’.”

  “A beach house in Cape Cod sounds super romantic.”

  Will fed Noelle the chocolate chip cookies he had bought for her. “Is this a dream of yours?”

  With a smile, Noelle replied, “Definitely a dream, right along with my brownstone in Manhattan.”

  Will gazed off, wondering how he would help her make her dreams come true, while Noelle closed her eyes and felt the warm spring sun caress her face, lying on the blanket from the trunk of his car.

  “I wish I could be satisfied with what we have now, but I know what’s out there, and I want it. Sometimes knowing is worse than not having,” Noelle murmured as she watched an airplane leave a white trail of pollution across what had been a clear blue sky.

  Chapter Fifteen

  It was two o’clock when they arrived back at their new place.

  Will volunteered to clean the kitchen so Noelle began in the bathroom, cleaning the toilet, sink, vanity, tub, floors, walls, mirror, and window. Every inch of the room was met with Clorox, Windex, or Scrubbing Bubbles. By the time she was done, the place sparkled and she gazed at the sparkling claw-footed porcelain tub and the shiny tile floor with satisfaction.

  She imagined a pretty shabby chic shower curtain and fluffy white bath mat and towels to complement the space before moving on to mop and dust the living room and bedroom, washing windows as she went, using the step ladder they had brought up from the cleaning closet below.

  By five o’clock, after only working for three hours, they were done. A friend of Will’s had stopped by and helped him curb the old furniture, and, other than a good cleaning, the place really hadn’t needed much work at all.

  “This place is beautiful! I can’t believe it’s going to be our home!”

  “As soon as we get it furnished, we can move in.”

  Will pulled his shirt up over his head, inadvertently showing his oblique and pectoral muscles.

  “I haven’t hit the gym in two days, so I need to get there. What are you doing? Are you coming with me, staying here, or should I take you somewhere?”

  Noelle hadn’t considered this, now being under Will’s thumb, per se. “Well, if I go with you to your gym, will I be able to work out?”

  “If you want, or you can read your book, whatever you want to do, dear.”

  Hahaha she thought to herself, whatever I want to do there, you mean, but she was quite content to go with him.

  The gym was very much a guy’s gym, dedicated mainly to boxing. It was just around the corner from their new apartment.

  “How long have you been coming here?” Noelle asked as they walked to the door together.

  “Since I was ten or eleven.”

  Inside, the walls were painted cinderblock
and the floors were cement with mats. Guys were jumping rope and hitting speed bags and big punching bags.

  “Hey, Will, how you doing?” was the common greeting as they walked through.

  “You can work out over there if you like, or have a seat on that stack of mats to read. Okay?”

  Noelle looked over at the workout space that was offered to her. A series of weight benches were preceded by weight machines of various shapes and sizes, dumbbells, free weights, and a wall of mirror. Hmmm, she noticed a step machine and a treadmill in the corner. Maybe one of those she considered, but there was only one of each, and what if one of the guys wanted to be on it? Absolutely not about to monopolize a solo piece of equipment when it wasn’t even her gym, Noelle, smiled and left her bag on the pile of mats by a boxing ring and walked over to the weight machines to figure them out.

  A set of ten pound weights was all she needed. She stood in the mirror and performed the workout she had practiced for years, but was soon distracted as she noticed Will’s intense workout in the mirror.

  Soon she found herself on the mat, book in hand, peeking over it to watch him. A jump rope was whizzing in the air for three minutes, followed by a one minute rest and then another three minute whizzing on the rope. This went on for forty minutes straight, and then he was punching a speed bag with a coach by his side before moving on to a punching bag with the same coach. It was after eight o’clock when Will looked over at Noelle who was lounging on the mats, legs stretched out, pretending to be reading her nineteenth century British novel, but nonetheless still peeking at him. He raised his chin at her and she smiled, not wanting him to stop on account of her presence. Will nodded and entered the ring for a sparring match with another light heavyweight at 178 pounds.

  Wearing headgear, they sparred for four three minute rounds, with one minute intermissions. Noelle watched intently, now no longer able to pretend she wasn’t looking. Her book lay in her lap as Will went toe to toe with his opponent, dropping punches and dodging punches, cornering his opponent into the rope and letting loose on him. Finally, it was over, and Will was declared the winner. Drenched in sweat, they bumped gloves and left the ring with class. Will took a moment to discuss the fight with his trainer, and then he hit the locker room for a quick shower.