“I’m glad you ate. I hate to see a woman who picks at her food.”
“I was hungry. I’m glad I pleased you.”
“It’s time to please me even more. Now take off your clothes and climb up on the island. I want you to pleasure yourself while I watch.”
Chapter Four
Joshua watched Rose as her eyes flew to his, wide and innocent. God she was good. He felt his groin tighten.
“Yes, Joshua,” she murmured before she slid from her chair and walked around the counter to the island in the center of the kitchen. She lifted herself easily onto the granite surface. She sat down facing him. Without hesitation, she lifted her T-shirt that she tossed onto the kitchen floor. Slowly she unhooked her bra and leaned forward so her breasts dropped from the cups.
He felt his mouth water. Her breasts were exactly the way he liked them, full and firm and milky white. Her areolas were large and rosy pink with nipples that were already hard. He felt his breath catch in his throat. It took all his willpower to stay seated and just watch.
First she removed her sneakers and socks before she laid back and peeled off her jeans, throwing them to the floor with the rest of her clothing. Her panties were white lace. She hooked her thumbs in either side and slowly pulled them down as she sat up and bent her legs to remove them. Her eyes were on his as she assumed a kneeling position on the counter with her legs spread wide open. She tilted her torso back slightly. Her eyes were glued to his. She knew not to look away. He liked that.
She took one finger and then another and licked them before she opened her labia and began to finger-fuck herself. He watched, mesmerized by her actions. She licked her fingers and ran them around her nipples. She lifted each breast and brought the hard nub to her lips. She sucked them like a cock. She returned her fingers to her pussy. He could see how wet she was. He couldn’t sit still for a moment longer. Standing up abruptly, he walked over and stood between her legs, staring down at her. He could smell her scent.
“May I suck you, Joshua?”
His name was like a caress on her lips. He groaned, and for the first time, she smiled. It changed her face. If he had thought she was beautiful before, he had no idea what real beauty was. He wanted her to smile all the time.
He placed the palm of his hand on her cheek and just looked into her eyes. She wanted this. He knew she did. “Do with me as you wish, Rose. I’m yours.”
She sat up and unbuckled his jeans, pushing them downward. He helped her and took them off along with his underwear. His cock was hard and needy. She had to know what she was doing to him. He groaned again.
She slipped off the island and slipped to her knees in front of him. When her lips touched the head of his cock, he had to grab the island for support. She swirled her tongue and pulled him into the warmth of her mouth.
“Dear God, Rose,” he said, his voice strained. “I’m going to come in your mouth. I want you to swallow every drop.”
“I want to taste you, Joshua. I want it so badly. Come in my mouth, please.”
He waited as long as he could, savoring her mouth on him before he exploded, holding onto the island for dear life. He had never felt an orgasm that had pushed him so far out of control before. He groaned as she continued to suckle him, swallowing everything he was giving her. He looked down to see she was looking up at him, his cum on her lips. How had she done that so expertly? She was well trained. The thought sobered him when he thought of how many cocks she must have sucked to get that good. He had been with a lot of women and such a thought had never occurred to him before. Why couldn’t he get the image of her with other men out of head and why the fuck did he want to be the only one?
“How many men’s cocks have you sucked?”
“Yours is the first,” she said somewhat shyly. “I practiced on dildos and watched videos. Did I please you?”
“Fuck yes,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Then you will keep me for the summer?”
“Were you afraid I wouldn’t?”
“You were so angry with me before. I wasn’t sure.”
“I was angry with you because I wanted all of you, not just what you thought you had to give.”
He moved away from her. She was still on her knees. She looked down, not moving.
“What are you afraid of? Tell me.”
“Not pleasing you and being sent back and…”
“And what? Tell me, Rose.”
“I don’t like being hurt.”
He sank to his knees in front of her. “But you’re a submissive. You’ve been trained to be punished. I don’t understand. You chose this life.”
“I know. It’s just that you’re my first and I still have much to learn about men.”
Men. The word was like a cold shower. She was already looking ahead to other men. She wanted to experience what it was like with someone other than him. But for now, right now, she was his alone and the last thing he wanted was for her to be thinking of other men. The thought infuriated him.
“You’re mine, Rose. Only mine. And while you’re with me there will be no other men. I thought I made that clear,” he said through gritted teeth. Without thinking, his fingers shot out and gripped her long blonde hair, twisting it around his hand, pulling her head back sharply.
“I’ve angered you again. Please, Joshua. Tell me what I did wrong?”
“You obviously want other men, but for now you only have one and that’s me. I don’t share. I will not share you.”
“I’m glad,” she whispered, her eyes wide and luminous. “Please, Joshua, don’t be angry with me.”
He lifted her easily as his mouth found hers in a harsh kiss. When he stopped, he said, “Then never mention other men to me again.”
“Never,” she whispered. “You’re the only man I want.”
He picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. The bed only had the sheets on it. The comforter with her blood stains was in the corner of the room. He let her drop onto the bed. He wanted her to come. He wanted to watch her and to know that he was the only man who had ever made her feel like this. He was already hard again.
Without any foreplay, he impaled her with his cock, even though he knew she had to be sore. She winced, but she didn’t complain. He had always been known for his stamina, but with her, he was insatiable. He fucked her hard and was rewarded with her gasps of pleasure as she broke into pieces all around his cock. He didn’t let her go but continued his assault. She was like a rag doll that wanted nothing more than to be played with. He came again. She was his, and he’d be damned if he was going to let her think about any other man but him.
But, he reminded himself, she wasn’t really his. He fell on top of her, his breathing matching hers. What in the hell had she done to him? How easy it would be to fall under her spell but, he wasn’t going to let that happen. If his father knew what he was feeling, he would have a heart attack. The thought made him almost laugh out loud. The old man had no idea how easily his son could be manipulated by a virgin whore. Well, at least he recognized his own weakness, and forewarned was forearmed.
* * * *
The next few days were spent eating, fucking, eating, and then fucking and eating with very little outside activity. She was magnificent. He had blindfolded her, tied her up, used nipple clamps and cuffed her to the bed. It had been fun and she had not resisted. Once when he had run his cock up and down the slit of her ass, she had stiffened noticeably. He wanted to take her there and he would, but for now he was more than satisfied with her pussy and her mouth.
He hadn’t tired of her, and that surprised him. He was amazed by her ability to turn him on, sometimes with only a look. But it was the vulnerability mixed with sadness that he had glimpsed when her guard was down, that took his breath away. He wanted to find out who she really was and how she came to be here with him, like this. But those kind of thoughts would get him nowhere and if she knew, she would know how easily she could become his weakness.
He had to keep remi
nding himself what she was. When he did, he found he was in the mood to punish her. He had never done more than spank her and that seemed to be enough. Possibly she wanted harsher treatment, but he couldn’t forget how she had told him she didn’t want to be hurt. Sometimes she didn’t make sense, but then neither did his reaction to her.
This little cocoon they had created was extreme for him. The real world was calling, and as much as he would like to have continued their tryst of fucking, they needed supplies and he had never gone this long without listening to his voice mails. There were numerous calls from friends, his mother, and his father. If he didn’t get back to them soon, his friends were going to come looking for him and his parents would be worried.
They had taken their shower after he had woken up horny as hell, as he had every day since she had walked through his front door. Rose was making breakfast when he decided to give his father a call. He answered on the first ring.
“Well, I take it you like your gift,” he said. Joshua could picture him smirking.
“Yes.”
“I knew you’d like her. Not that I want to say I told you so.”
“But you wouldn’t miss that opportunity.”
“I could still return her.”
“No need for that. I’ll keep her for the summer. She’s well trained.”
“I had no doubt. Mistress Adams is known for her well-trained subs. I’ve had a few myself.” He laughed.
Joshua found himself bored with the conversation. “Well, I just wanted to check in.”
“Glad you did. I sent you some reports in an e-mail. I want you to take a look at them. I know you’re not officially working yet, but we’re having a few distribution problems and I thought I’d get your opinion.
“Sure.” He was glad they were onto a different subject. “I’ll take a look after breakfast.”
He hung up the phone and called his friend Kevin.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“Busy. I’ve got someone.”
“Okay. Someone I take it you’ve been fucking nonstop.”
“She’s cool. You’ll meet her. Her name’s Rose.”
“Is she still there?”
“She’s staying with me for the summer.”
“Holy Fuck! You’re kidding. I thought you didn’t do the live-in thing.”
“She needed a place for a few months. It’s just temporary.”
“I can’t wait to meet her. How about this afternoon? I thought we could discuss your coming to the track tomorrow. There’s a new car I want you to see. We’ve done some work to her and I thought you’d like to test drive her.”
“Why don’t you stop by around three o’clock?”
“I’ll be there.”
He called his mother and left a message and then he returned a few more calls to a few of his female friends before he went looking for Rose. She was in the kitchen putting their omelets on a plate. He couldn’t help admire her outfit—a pair of cutoff jeans and a pink tank top without a bra. He wanted her again, but he needed to control his urges. Besides, the last time he had fucked her, he could tell she was sore and yet it hadn’t deterred her from the orgasm that shot them both into that place where they were just a man and woman and not a dominant and submissive. The poor girl needed a break. But then again, maybe she liked being sore.
He sat down on the chair at the counter. “My friend Kevin’s coming over this afternoon. He wants to meet you.”
“You told him about me?” she asked, her eyes widening in surprise.
“I told him you were staying with me for the summer. Pretty much what I told you when I explained the rules the other day.”
“That’s right. I remember.” She looked away from him before she continued. “If you don’t mind, when he visits, after I’ve met him, I could go shopping for a few things. You said the market is just around the corner.”
“That’s a good idea. You take a left and a left and it’s in the middle of the block. Monroe’s Market.”
She brought over the two plates and then poured them each a cup of coffee. He looked down at his plate. The omelet looked perfect. He took a bite.
“Delicious.”
She smiled and sat down. “You’ll have to tell me what your favorite foods are so that I can make you what you like.”
“I’m a steak and potatoes kind of guy. I like most anything.”
“That’s easy. I thought you’d have a more discerning palette, being that you have access to the finest foods.
“I’m not nearly as complex as you might think. My mother liked simple foods. I guess I’m like her.”
“Did you live with her? I mean after your mother and father divorced.”
“For the most part when I wasn’t at school, but they shared custody and they didn’t live that far from one another, so it worked out pretty good for me.”
“Nevertheless,” she said sympathetically, “having your parents’ divorce must not have been easy.”
“They had their issues, however, they never fought, or if they did, they hid it from me.”
“I give them a lot of credit for that. Not everyone can put their own feelings aside for their child.”
“You’ve met my father,” he said, keeping his voice steady.
“No. I never met him. He was behind a privacy glass when Mistress Adams put me on display.”
“So he never spoke to you?”
“No. Everything was coordinated through Mistress Adams.”
“That seems pretty cold.”
“From what I understand, it’s to keep the client’s privacy. I had never been shown to anyone before.”
He finished his omelet in silence. They always seemed to come back to this, how she came to be with him. He was glad his father hadn’t talked to her or touched her. He liked the fact that she hadn’t been put on display for a lot of different men. He didn’t like thinking about other men touching her. He’d have to get over that, and after three months with her, it probably wouldn’t even be an issue. He had a tendency to get bored with women after a few months. Hell, most times after one night.
“I have some work to do for my father. He asked me to look over some reports. Do you think you can keep yourself busy for a couple hours?”
“You don’t have to worry about me,” she said softly. “I’m here to entertain you when you want me to. I can go to my room or just familiarize myself with your home, especially the kitchen. I could make a list of things we need so I have it ready to go the store.”
“Good,” he said before he took his last bite omelet and pushed his plate away. “A good employee knows how to keep the boss happy.”
She was no longer smiling. She looked away from him and then her gaze returned to his. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Are you sorry I’m here? You didn’t choose me.”
“No, I didn’t choose you. But, if the last few days are any indication, you’ll have no trouble continuing to fill my needs for the summer. Just keep doing what you’re doing and we won’t have any problems.”
“I can make myself scarce whenever you want. You won’t even know I’m here.”
“Let’s get something straight, right now, Rose. If I didn’t want you, you wouldn’t have made it through the front door. If I don’t want to keep you, you’ll be the first to know.”
“Of course, Master. I’m…”
He knew she had stopped herself from saying she was sorry. However, she had called him Master. A slip, he was sure, but not one that he wanted her to make when other people were around.
“What’s my name, Rose?”
“Joshua. I know. I’ll use it from now on.”
“Make sure you do or I’ll have to punish you. Now, I’m going to be at my computer. I’ll see you later.” He started to walk out of the kitchen, when he stopped and turned around. “Oh, and, Rose, change into a pair of jeans that covers your ass and a top that doesn’t make a man want to suck those tits. Make sure
you wear a bra.”
“Of course, Joshua. I’ll change after I put the dishes in the dishwasher.”
“Change now. Kevin has a way of always being early.”
“As you wish.”
What he wished was that he could watch her take her clothes off and pleasure himself between her legs again, but he did have work to do, and this obsession he had for her was a bit disconcerting. It was time he started to show some control where fucking her was concerned. She was, after all, a toy, and although she was fun to say the least, he needed to keep her in her place and remember she was being paid to fuck him.
So why did he care that even though she had responded as expected, the look in her eyes had told him he had hurt her? If he were his father, thoughts like these would never cross his mind. But he obviously wasn’t his father, or he would just accept her as his paid submissive and not question her feelings or reasons for being with him.
Chapter Five
Rose went directly into her room and changed into a pair of designer jeans that Mistress Adams had purchased for her. They were slightly looser than her worn ones. She chose a button-down pink blouse that fit loosely. It was lightweight and cool. She liked it. Remembering to put on her bra first had not been a problem. She didn’t like going without a bra or panties. She knew men thought it was sexy. But for her, it was just a reminder of what she had become.
There was a vanity in the corner with a large mirror and a small magnifier. The room had been decorated for a woman. She was sure Joshua’s other women had made use of it since he didn’t seem to like bringing women into his own bedroom. She sat down in front of the mirror to do her hair. She used her combs to push it back and then twisted and secured it with a large clip at the back of her neck. She only applied lip gloss. It was better that she not do anything to entice his friend. She had no desire to be shared. All she had to do was survive the summer and maybe Mistress Adams would let her find another way to pay off her remaining debt. She knew it was unlikely, but she could hope.
She hadn’t been prepared to like Joshua or sex. He wasn’t the ogre she had feared he would be even though his arrogance had a way of rearing its head. He was young, handsome, and playful. He didn’t seem to want to punish her unless she angered him, and even then there was pleasure. When they had sex, he acted like he wanted her to enjoy it, too. And, although she hadn’t thought it would be possible, she had enjoyed it. That fact, although it took her breath away, gave her reason for concern. She wasn’t supposed to like it.
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