6 comments/ 65116 views/ 15 favorites Becoming His Ch. 01 By: wettbbw4u Sometimes, I feel as if I don't belong in my family. I am the youngest of five. I am so different from all my siblings. Melinda and Greg are twenty seven. They have always been inseparable. They went to the same college, both became high school teachers, and have even bought a house together to fix up and sell. Amanda is 25 and is well on her way to becoming a doctor. Michael is closest to me at 22 in age but that all that we have in common. He is intent on becoming a hotshot lawyer someday. They are all overachievers and have goals that they are set on achieving. In contrast to them, I am more content to hang out with my friends and slack off. That is why I am bringing home the report card right now that will tell my parents that I have to do another year of high school. When I get home, my father is the only one home. I silently hand it to him. He reads it, and then without a word he leaves the house. My parents have never been too strict but I at least expected him to yell a little bit or tell me he was disappointed in me. But I got nothing. I didn't let it bother me though. I went up to my room and I dress in my usual slutty attire. Today I have chosen a short denim skirt, a tight fitting t-shirt that leaves little to the imagination, a black thong, no bra, and a pair of heeled sandals. I then leave the house before my father has returned. I only give him a fleeting thought as I call my best friend and we go out to meet our friends at the year end party being thrown at one of our classmate's homes. We party a better part of the day and into the evening away and I ignore multiple calls I get on my cell. When I finally make it home, it is well after on in the morning, early for me. Imagine my surprise to find my father on the couch waiting for me. I am a more than a little tipsy at this point but when I look into his eyes I know that he is really angry. "Jessica, sit down. We need to talk." Without a word, I sit down across from him. "You have really disappointed your mother and me. I cannot believe that you have to go back to school. Luckily, your principal has been nice enough to allow you to only go the first semester of school next year in order to make up for the credits that you have missed. You will be enrolled for that semester and I will be making sure that you finish whatever needs to be done." I nod as he tells me this. "Your mother and I have been very lenient on you, but that ends now. I hope you enjoyed that party you were at tonight because it is the last you will attend for a long time. You will get a job and be responsible young lady this summer. You will be punished for any misdeeds. We are not playing around young lady. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Yes what, young lady?" "Yes Sir." "Now, as for your punishment for leaving and ignoring my calls all night, get over here and bend over my leg I will be administering your punishment here and now." But Daddy, you can't spank me. I am eighteen!" "I am your father and I will do what is necessary to teach you to be respectful and act like a young lady should." The only time I ever remember him spanking me is when he caught my friend and me stealing some gum from the convenience store down the road. I could not believe he was serious but, by the angry tone in his voice I know that I better not test him. Resigned I walk over and bend so I am lying over his lap. My father pulls up my skirt, and he spanks me for what seems like an eternity. Tears are rolling down my cheeks, but at the same time I realize that I am incredibly wet. I dismiss this as I have just had too much to drink. My pussy should not have a reaction like this to m father spanking me. Finally, he relents. He fixes my skirt and tells me to stand before him. "You will be up at 7:30 tomorrow morning. We will go out and you are going to apply for any job out there and you will continue looking until you are employed and making some kind of money. Now, go to bed. I will be in in the morning to wake you." I turn and go to my room. There are so many emotions running through my head. I cannot believe he spanked me, and why is my pussy wet? This cannot b normal. Why do I have to get a job? This was supposed to be a great summer and now it looks like I am going to be a prisoner in my own home. I go to sleep with these conflicting feelings. Anger, hurt, lust all weave their way into my dreams. I am there again, on Daddy's lap, he is spanking me but when he is done, he holds me there, his hand rubbing my bottom that he just spanked. His had finds its way in between my legs. Just as he is sliding my panties to the side, I am awakened by my father shaking me. "Jessica, it is 7:30, time to get up." "Yes Daddy. I am going to take a shower and be down." "I want you to dress appropriately. None of your normal attire. I want everything that should be covered, covered. He only leaves after I have sat up and am rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. As he closes my bedroom door, my dream comes back to mind and I feel my face flush. I put it out of my mind and go take a shower. After my shower I get out my most responsible outfit. I really don't have a lot that covers what my father wants me to have covered. I dig out an outfit that my mom bought me that I have never even worn. To be honest, it is not my style but it will serve its purpose today. We are out of the house by nine and we spend all morning and a better part of the afternoon with my applying for jobs. My father doesn't say much to me the whole day. We stop and have lunch but even then it is hard to even get him to engage in small talk. After I have put my application in to every place possible, we return to the house. I go to my room and change my clothes and we go about the day. "Daddy, since I don't have a job yet can I go out tonight?" I ask figuring I know what his answer will be. "No, you may not. I told you last night that you will be spending all your evenings in until further notice." he says sternly. Rather than throw the tantrum that I want to, I just nod and go to my room. For the next few days I play the good girl he wants me to be. By the end of the week I get a call for a job in one of the stores that I actually frequent. Despite the fact that I am angry he is making me work all summer, I am happy that at least it is in the mall, and it is a store that would not embarrass me to be working at... The beginning of the following week, I start my new job. I go about this routine for a couple weeks. I get up every morning and am dressed by 7:30. If I do not have to work I am given a list of chores to be completed in the house. My father is some kind of analyst and he works most of the time from home. So, he is always there to supervise me. About two weeks after I begin working a group of my friends come into the store. They invite me to meet them for dinner before I head home. I willingly agree. I figure it will be ok. It is only an hour! I am so excited by the time I get out seeing as I have not hung out with my friends in nearly a month. After we have eaten, we are sitting there just chatting and they invite me out to a party. As much as I wish I could, I decline knowing I have pushed the boundaries enough today. When I arrive home, my father is the only one home as usual. I start to go up to my room when I hear him. "Jessica, please come in here!" He calls from the living room. "Yes, Daddy?" I ask as I stand in front of him. "Where have you been?" In hindsight, I know that I probably should have told him the truth but I didn't. "I had to stay late at the store. One of the girls called in and I stayed until her replacement got there." "As a matter of fact, you did not. I was out at the mall and I thought that I would see if you wanted to meet for dinner since your mother will be in meetings until late tonight. So, imagine my surprise when your boss told me that she had sent you home already. So, why don't you tell me again where you were?" "I just met a few of the girls for dinner Daddy. They invited me out to a party too, but I told them no." "So, you lied to me about where you were and you expect me to be happy you didn't go to a party. You know the rules. You are not allowed to go anywhere without permission. You brought this upon yourself" "I'm sorry." "I know, but that doesn't change the fact that you must be punished does it?" "No, Daddy." "Well, Jessica, I believe that your punishment will be the same as last time. Come over here and lay over my lap." Images of the last time he spanked me pop into my head as I lay across his lap. It is only when he raises my skirt do I remember that I had not worn any panties today. "What is this???? You try to tell me that you only went to dinner with some girls and yet here you are with no panties." "I really did Daddy. I just didn't wear any panties this morning under my skirt. I'm sorry Daddy." "Ok... So tell me why you were dressing like a whore then. Why is my daughter running around town with no panties under her short skirt?" "I don't know. I just like the way it feels." "Well, I do not ever want you to do so again. First you will get punished and then we are discussing the new rules. You are to receive 15 smacks. Five for going out without permission, five for lying to me, and five for not wearing panties. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." With that, he began to spank my ass. He would alternate where he was smacking my ass. First the left, then the right, and then both. To my utter shame, I knew I was getting wet again and hoped that he did not see the wetness of my shaven pussy. Finally, he reached number fifteen. I never thought he would finish. I knew that my ass had to be beet red. After the last swat to my ass, he left his hand there rubbing it softly before telling me to kneel before him. I slide off him and kneel as I am told. He lets me kneel there for what feels like an eternity. Finally he speaks. "Since your work schedule has you in at nine on the days that you work you will come to my office at eight each morning. You will bend over the side of my desk and wait for your inspection. I will be checking to be sure you are wearing panties. No daughter of mine will be running around town like a whore. It is at this time that you will receive your daily cleaning list if you are not working. Only when I have approved what you are wearing will you be allowed to go about your day. Do you understand?" "Yes, Daddy, I understand." "Also, you will put your schedule on the calendar so that I know when you are to be home each day. You have no more than a half an hour to return home. If you will be late you are to call me. Understood?" "Yes," I respond sadly, knowing that I really messed it up this time. "Good. Now you may go. I will call you when dinner is ready." I go to my room and I realize just how wet my pussy is when I begin to change me clothes. I lay down on my bed with my legs spread and slide two fingers in my tight pussy. I toy with my clit with my thumb. My mind is replaying the events that have made me this horny. I should not be this turned on but my body betrays me and I am soon cumming all over my fingers with the most intense orgasm I have ever been able to give myself. After my shower, Daddy calls me down to dinner. To my surprise my mother is sitting there. "I thought you had meetings all day Mom." "I did but the client agreed to a settlement so we got out earlier than expected." My mother is a lawyer and many times handles insurance cases so we have gotten used to her being gone all evening but it is also not uncommon for her to come home earlier than originally expected. "How was work today Jess?" my mom asks. Since my father has not mentioned what happened earlier, I choose not to. "It was good. I saw some of my friends today. But other than that it was pretty uneventful." After we are done eating and I have washed all the dishes, I go up to my room and am again plagued by the images from earlier today. Just thinking about it again has my pussy tingling. What is wrong with me? The next morning I wear the most modest pair of panties that I own when I go to his office for my inspection. Since I always wear a skirt it is easy for him to simply raise my skirt and see that I am indeed wearing panties. We fall into this routine and I have become the well behaved daughter he wants me to be. I have gotten braver with each passing day and have been wearing sexier panties like I normally would. This is how I have come to be wearing a thong as I am bent over the end of Daddy's desk. As today is my day off, he has taken his time coming in to inspect my attire. When he finally comes in, he takes his usual stance behind me and raises my skirt. I hear him gasp when he sees what I am wearing. Without a word he walks around the desk leaving my skirt around my waist. As he has not told me that he approves of my attire I stay where I am. He sits at his desk and begins to go through some papers. "Umm, Daddy, may I get up." "No you may not. You are to stay there until I say you may go." He takes the phone and leaves the room. I hear him talking on what sounds to be a business call. When he returns and walks around the desk I am shocked to see his pants open and his hard cock hanging out. While not being huge, his cock is larger than any other I have ever seen. "You have been teasing my with those panties you wear. Now it is time that you take care of the problem you caused." "I can't do that! You are my father." I say in shock at what he is asking. He smacks me across my cheek before I realize what is coming. "Don't talk back to me. You will do as you are told or you will be punished. Something far more serious that just the spanking you just got." I contemplate arguing but by the look in his eyes and the anger in his voice I decide against it. I open my mouth and he slides his cock in my mouth. I am surprised at how thick his cock is. He is of average length but very thick. I close my lips around him and suck as he begins to fuck my mouth. "You are a whore aren't you? Suck Daddy's cock baby. You do that so good baby. You have been making me hard every morning with those little panties that you wear. Now you can suck Daddy's cock like a good little whore." He kept talk to me the whole time he was fucking my mouth. I knew my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. "Mmm, take it all baby. Suck it so good." He holds my head in place and fucks my mouth fast and hard. "Daddy is going to cum baby. Your hot little mouth is going to make me cum. Take it all baby." He begins to shoot in my mouth. I do my best to swallow all of his jizz but it is just too much for me and some runs down my chin. I use my fingers to scoop it up and bring it to my mouth after he pulls out. "You may go now." he says, again sitting behind his desk, not bothering to put his cock back in his pants. I stand and go begin to work on my list of chores. It is thankfully not too long. I only have to clean up the kitchen and vacuum the living room. When I have finished, I walk back to my father's office. "Daddy, may I go for a walk? I just would like to get out and get some fresh air." "Where are you planning on going?" "Just maybe a walk around the block or something... The weather is so nice and I would like to go enjoy it. I will be back in less than half an hour. Please Daddy..." "Well, you have been a good girl today, so I think that will be ok. Just don't be gone long and when you get back come in here and let me know." I rush up to him and hug him. I can't believe how excited I am to just be going for a walk. "Thank you!!" He laughs and shoos me away I go and take the walk that I begged for. I was truly looking to take a walk and enjoy the summer air. I hadn't had the chance to just get out of the house and just be by myself. It gives me time to think about what happened this morning. On one hand, I know that it is wrong. It shouldn't have happened. But, on the other hand, why did it turn me on so much? Why didn't I fight him? I couldn't answer these questions, and the more I thought about it the more I question my own motives. Did I unconsciously wear the thong hoping for something to happen? This is all playing in my mind when I finally walk home. I feel good after my walk but perhaps have more questions on my mind than anything else. I walk into my father's office again to let him know I am back. "Come over here and assume your inspection position Jen." "Yes, Daddy." I say, not sure why he is asking me to do so. I am bent over the side of his desk wondering what is happening. "I realize that I was selfish this morning and I wanted to fix that. You made me happy this morning and I want to make you happy." He stands up and it is then that I realize he has no pants on. He opens a drawer and pulls out a condom. "I thought about it while you were gone, and I realize that you have needs to and it isn't fair of me to keep you unsatisfied." he tells me as he rolls the condom down his cock. He walks around me and raises me skirt up around my waist. He softly rubs my ass. Sliding his fingers into the side of my panties he feels my pussy before moving them to the side. I know I should resist, but I want this. I want him in me. I can't wait to feel his thick cock stretching me. I feel his cock pushing into me, but he stops once he has pushed just the head in. I look over my shoulder wondering why he stopped. He smiles. "What do you want Jessica." "Umm.. Daddy, please..." "What is it, tell me?" "I want....." "Yes?" he asks swatting my ass playfully. "I want you inside me Daddy." "Do you baby girl?" he says, inching more into me slowly. "I do Daddy." "Who am I to disappoint?" With that, he buries his cock into me. He begins to fuck me, his cock easily sliding in and out of my pussy. Suddenly, I think that we must be a sight. ; A father behind his eighteen year old daughter with his cock buried inside her. Just the thought of this makes me hotter for him. What is wrong with me? "Beg for it Jessica." "Please Daddy, fuck your girl. Feel the pussy you created wrapped around your thick cock. It feels so good daddy." "Your pussy is so tight. It feels so good on Daddy's cock. You know you are a naughty girl letting Daddy fuck you like this don't you?" "Yes, I am your naughty girl Daddy. I need you to teach me to be good Daddy." He begins to spank my ass as he fucks me, which only turns me on more. With his free hand Daddy reaches up and grabs a handful of my hair. "Daddy, I am going to cum." "Cum for daddy, I am close to. Cum on Daddy's cock, baby." It isn't long with the spanking and fucking that he is giving me and I begin to cum. My whole body shakes with the massive orgasm he has given me. The clenching of my pussy drives him over the edge as well and he fills the condom over his cock. He pulls out of me then tells me to turn and kneel in front of him. "Open your mouth." he tells me as he gingerly pulls of the condom. I do as he asks and he brings the condom to my mouth. He pours the contents into my mouth. "You are never to waste a drop of Daddy's cum. Do you understand?" I swallow what has been poured into my mouth, savoring the taste of him. "Yes, Daddy." It is at this moment that I realize this is my life from now on. I was made to serve him, to be his. I know that he will use me, abuse me, and it excites me. I am his daughter, his lover, his whore, his slave. This is why I have never felt like I fit in. I now know this is my role in this family, even if nobody can know that I am my fathers whore. "Jessica, we need to discuss the new rules of your life..." Becoming His Ch. 01 This is a new series I am writing with the help of my friend Gnash58. There is quite a bit of dialogue in this introductory chapter to build up Dancia's and Paul's new relationship. If you are looking for a fast sex scene, you might want to skip this one. If, however, you're in the mood for a love story, please continue. I promise there will be plenty of steamy sex scenes in the following chapters. Chapter 2 is in the works. Comments and feedback are welcomed! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Before I start this story, I need you to know that I didn't intend to have all this happen. It all happened so quickly that I couldn't stop it nor did I want to. And as a result, I couldn't save him. But as I sit here typing my story, I feel a kick in my belly...I am hoping by typing out my story I can get some closure... It all began with an email- - Hi Dr. Morris, I had some questions about yesterday's lecture and I was hoping to stop by your office before tomorrow's class. I don't want to get further behind. Please let me know what times work for you. Best, Danica Peterson - After clicking send, I went to take a quick shower before beginning a paper I needed to write for my philosophy class. I really disliked the general education requirements for my degree. I mean I am a psychology major and I doubt I will be quoting Plato when with a patient. But no matter how much I whined about it, it had to be done. Before starting the paper, I did my usual routine of checking Facebook, Instagram, and email. There was a message in my inbox from Dr. Morris. - Ms. Peterson, I have a busy schedule before class but I do want to answer your questions prior to lecture. I usually have lunch alone in my office as I work. You are more than welcome to come during that time. Would that be acceptable? Dr. Morris - During his lunch? If I knew any better this would look like he is asking me out. I chuckled to myself. Nahhh. That's too ridiculous to even think about. He is just trying to find time to answer my questions and it happens to be his lunch hour. I replied to the email. - I wouldn't want to impose on your lunch break, Dr. Morris. I can wait until your next available office hour. Danica - I hit send and opened my word document to begin my assignment. As I was reading over the prompt, I heard a bing. I opened the new email. - Nonsense, Danica. Come by my office at tomorrow at noon. Bring your lunch. Dr. Morris - Seeing him call me Danica instead of Ms. Peterson made me smile. It was as though we were on a first name basis,but... I didn't feel I could call him Paul. - Thank you very much, Dr. Morris. I'll see you then. Have a good night. Danica - Smiling to myself, my mind wandered to the time I had seen Julie going to Dr. Morris's office, braless and in her yellow, "little miss innocent", sundress. God knows, I love her, but Julie can be so slutty sometimes. Dr. Morris didn't even blink. At least that's what Julie said afterwards, "Nothing but business," were her exact words. Had he made a pass at her, I think she would have told me. She might be a slut, but she's honest to a fault. I also knew that Julie wasn't the only one who'd gone to his office, fishing. My imagination took over...I'm in the sundress, and Dr. Morris is sitting on the corner of his desk, one leg dangling. The degrees and awards he's earned over the last thirteen years are hanging tastefully on the left wall of his office. Just looking at him causes my nipples to harden and press against the fabric of my dress. He seems not to notice, or if he does he pays it no attention. I'm squirming now. I want to curl up in his lap, run my fingers through his silver hair, and stare deep into his emerald eyes, so stern yet kind... My phone burrs. Fuck. Eric. Double fuck. Why did he have to stop ignoring me right when I was in the sweetest daydream I've had in weeks? I glanced at his text. Eric: "Babe, what are we doing this weekend? The boys want us to take a road trip to Lake Tahoe." The son of bitch forgot! Me: "Was planning to do something for our anniversary. You remember telling me that?" Why am I not surprised he forgot? Eric: "Right." Me: "You forgot didn't you?" Eric: "Naw babe. Just making sure you didn't plan anything." Me: "Uh huh" Eric: "You callin' me a liar?" Me: "Wouldn't be the first time" Eric: "I'm out with the guys. I don't want to deal w this crap. I'll ttyl" Me: "Don't bother." Disgusted, I tossed my phone on my bed. I didn't want to deal with his crap anymore. He'd been such a charmer at first but that charm had soon faded once he realized he'd caught me. He felt he didn't need to work to keep me. This was the last straw. I thought we'd been planning a getaway for just us two to help get the spark back. Instead, he forgot and planned a trip with his "boyz". Probably to spend the whole weekend drunk and cruising to get laid. I didn't want a boy anymore. I needed a real man. A man that knew how to take control of the relationship while caring for his woman. Someone like Dr. Morris. I bet he knows how to please a woman. I shook my head. Don't even go there! Sitting at my desk, I finished my assignment while ignoring all the texts of apologies Eric was sending. ----- Philosophy class was a drag as always but the thought of spending lunch with Dr. Morris made it a tad more bearable. Once the teacher dismissed us, I headed over the cafeteria to buy my lunch. Should I buy him something? He always has a coke with him during lectures. He might appreciate it. Maybe a cookie too? Who doesn't like cookies? And I'll buy myself one too so it's not too awkward. Grabbing two cookies, two cokes, and a salad to go, I headed over to the cashier. Once I paid I walked over to his office across campus. It's 11:45... It's ok if I come early... Right? Taking a deep breath, I knocked on his door. "Come in. " "Good afternoon, Dr. Morris. I hope you had a good morning and it wasn't too busy. Thanks for working me in," I said with a smile as I stood in the middle of his office. Stopping his work, he said. "I am an expert witness for a murder case. It takes a good amount time to be thorough." "Completely understandable." "Please sit," he said as he pointed to the empty chair. "Hang on, brought you something," I said digging into the plastic bag. "Oh? You didn't have to, Danica." I smiled at him as I handed him his coke and cookie. "I know you always drink a coke, and the cookie is a thank you for taking your time to meet me during your break." Taking them from my hands, he said, "Thank you. That was thoughtful." He flashed that priceless smile. I melted... and not just my heart but also between my legs. We both ate our lunches and discussed various topics. He answered my questions and told me stories about some cases he'd worked on. Each more interesting than the last. Out of habit, I had my phone out in front of me on silent. It kept lighting up with each text Eric sent. "Are you going to answer..." He looked down at the screen, "Eric? He texted you... 14 times. Must be important." I shook my head, "Not to me." "Boy troubles?" "Umm..." I began to stumble. Out of all people, I wouldn't have expected him to ask me about my personal life. "It's fine if you'd rather not talk about it, Danica. Either way, nothing will leave this room." The way he said that touched me. I'd never felt truly safe before. Being a child of the foster care system, I'd never had anyone to confide in. I have friends but they come and go. To hear that from this man, made me smile, and even though he was just my professor, for some reason I actually believed him. He could keep me safe. I took a deep breath and blew it out before saying, "Honestly, the guy's an asshole. Eric is on the football team so he is used to to getting his ego stroked by all the coaches and fans. He seems to think that's my job too." I looked up to see Dr. Morris attentively listening and looking straight at me. I continued, "You hit the nail on the head when you said boy troubles. I want a man, not a boy. A man that is confident in himself and could control the relationship completely without needing me to reassure him every ten minutes that he is the man. I just wish he was more... I don't know... dominant towards me." Once that word slipped out of my mouth, my eyes widened. I can't believe I just told my professor that! I began to blush as I stumbled to explain what I meant. Noticing my struggle to find an explanation, Dr. Morris interrupted me, "You want a real man. A man that can make you weak in the knees by just whispering in your ear. A man who will take control of you and allow you to submit yourself completely to him." Stunned, there was nothing I could do but nod. I looked him in the eye trying to read his thoughts. Dr. Morris began again, "I know what you feel, Danica..." But then there was a knock at the door. Neither of us broke eye contact until the second knock. "Come in," he said with a hint of annoyance in his tone. A young woman I recognized from class stood in the doorway. She was dressed in a short skirt and white tank top that showed way too much cleavage. It was obvious she was here to flirt with him just like all the others. "I was wondering if I could ask you a question before class?" As she was talking I reached down to pack my bag. I stood up as she walked into the room. "You don't need to leave Danica," he said with a smile. As much as I wanted to stay, I couldn't sit there and watch this bimbo pathetically flirt in hopes of getting some attention from him. "Thank you Dr. Morris but I should head out. I'll see you in class later." I reached out to shake his hand. He grabbed it and held on as he said, "Same time tomorrow?" Not expecting that, I simply nodded and said, "Yes. Thank you," and walked out. As I walked towards the elevator, I couldn't fathom what had just happened. I'd told my professor I wanted to submit to a dominant man and he'd asked to come back for lunch tomorrow. Great. Class won't be awkward... at all. I rolled my eyes at the thought of the predicament I'd put myself into. ----- I still had an hour to kill until Dr. Morris' class began so I sat in the quad with my tablet. As I was catching up on Sons of Anarchy on Netflix, I got a notification of an email. - Danica, I'm sorry we were disturbed during our conversation. I enjoyed our lunch and look forward to continuing our discussion tomorrow. Dr. Morris - What is he really after? Not a problem. Thank you for letting me talk to you freely. I will see you in class. Danica - Without a minute passing, another email came through. Is that a yes or a no to lunch? Dr. Morris - Smiling to myself, I responded. - It is a yes. Would you like another cookie? Danica - OMG! Why did I say that?! Now he is going to think I am like a little girl. I stared at the screen waiting for his name to show in my inbox. - A coke, cookie and whatever else you'd like to surprise me with. Dr. Morris - Surprise him with? I could just just kneel at his feet and let him beg him to let me serve him....Oh God...Composing myself, I remembered, I know he gets lots of offers from girls way hotter than me. I'm nothing special. --- He walked into the classroom with his usual confidence. There is no assigned seating but everyone has their usual spot. Mine was in the back corner since I preferred to have my space to focus solely on the lectures and not see people's Facebook page on their laptops in front of me. Placing his briefcase on his table, he surveyed the room as if looking for someone. Locking eyes briefly with me, he smirked. I felt my face turn crimson red, my heart beating faster. He was not only an attractive older man, he had the confident personality that I craved. Class went on as usual with the occasional eye contact in my direction. There was no way he was looking at me, it must be someone else. But it was confirmed when he said my name after class was dismissed. "Danica, can I have a word with you?" I packed my laptop in my bag and walked down the stairs. The closer I got to him, the faster my heart raced. I knew I had a crush on him but after today's lunch, I felt more... and if I wasn't mistaken, there was interest on his part tool. "Great lecture today, Dr. Morris." "Thank you Danica. We had an interesting conversation and look forward to our lunch tomorrow," he said. I didn't know what do to do but look shyly down at the floor. With sternness in his voice, Dr. Morris said, "Be there at 11." The way he said it was not forceful but... dominant. It wasn't a question. I was an order. Nervously, I replied, "Y-y-yes, Sir." I stuck out my hand to shake his. Taking my hand, he held on to it. "Good," was all he said. The way he spoke made my pussy tingle. It was as though he was becoming more dominant towards me. But there is no way he was. This is just my mind playing games with me. You are over analyzing this Danica. I walked away slowly, feeling his eyes on me. It was as though today's conversation about me wanting a dominant man made him see me in a different light. At the doorway, I stopped and peeked over my shoulder to find him standing there, arms folded with a smile. He was totally checking me out. ---- I didn't have much homework that night so I spent it on the living room couch while my roommate was out doing God knows what. I barely knew my her but it didn't matter because we each had our own rooms with a bathroom and only shared the living room and kitchen. As I flipped through the channels, I felt my phone vibrate. Unsurprisingly, it was Eric. Couldn't he take a hint? I am upset and don't want to talk! Curious what pathetic excuse he had this time, I opened the text. Eric: "I am done begging for your forgiveness." Me: "I couldn't care less." Eric: "You're a cold hearted bitch." Me: "Ya I am. Just not your bitch anymore.." Eric: "No one will treat you like I did." Me: "God. I certainly hope not." Seeing the bubble saying he was typing appear and disappear made me laugh. He didn't know how to respond to that. It didn't matter. I was no longer interested in putting up with him. Me: "We're done." After sending that message, I turned off my phone. I didn't need to have him blow up my phone. It was much more pleasant to think about Dr. Morris anyway. ---- On Thursdays, I didn't have a morning class, only a bio lab at 3, which gave me three hours with Dr. Morris. Who am I kidding? He wouldn't spend 3 hours with me! It was about 9:30 and I still didn't know what I would surprise him with. I mean it could be food related... or me related. I decided it would be safer to stick with food. I'd noticed he had fast-food for lunch yesterday. Maybe he'd appreciate a home cooked meal for a change? I got up and started to prepare my famous tortellini. Once the tortellini was made, I stared at my closet. What on earth should I wear? It's not a date technically... but it feels like it. After contemplating various outfit choices, I decided to go with leggings and my teal off the shoulder shirt. I had a matching set of earrings and a layered necklace. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was pleased with the result. Casual but cute. I straightened my long, highlighted black hair and touched up my make up. Packing the tupperware of tortellini in the bag, I made sure to include forks and plates. Before going to his office, I headed over to the cafeteria to pick up our drinks and cookies. Arriving to his office, I noticed the door was ajar. As I crept closer, I heard him on the phone. "No! I will not!... I don't care what the defense says... My job is to tell the truth of his condition and if that's not in his favor, it's not my fault...Jeffrey, I refuse to lie... Yes I know who he is and what he's capable of... No Jeffrey, I will not lie and that's the end of that. I have to go. I will talk to you when I'm on my way to the prison." I could hear his intense breathing as he tried to calm himself. He mentioned being on a high profile murder case as the expert forensic psychologist. I was just an undergraduate in the field but I do know that many expert witnesses will lie to be in the defendant's favor and reap the monetary reward. After giving him a couple minutes to cool down, I knocked lightly on the door. He looked up from his desk with a look of frustration but that quickly changed when he saw me. "Danica, right on time. I'm starving," he said as reached for the greasy bag of food. Hesitantly, as I took a seat and said, "Actually Sir, I made us lunch if that's ok?" "Oh? And what did you make?" he said intrigued as he reclined in his seat. Reaching for the tupperware, I smiled and said, "Tortellini," I placed the warm container in the middle of his desk and grabbed the forks and plates. "along with the coke and cookie you requested." Still reclined in his chair, he smiled. "This is your surprise?" "Yes Sir. I hope you like it." Why do I keep saying Sir?! "I'm sure I will, but I am just surprised." "Why is that?" "You're not like the other girls, are you Danica?" I cocked my head slightly and replied, "I'm not sure what you mean." Sitting up straighter in his seat, he asked, "How are you?" It was obvious he was changing the subject but I didn't want to push it. I wasn't exactly sure what he meant but I went along with it. I began to scoop some of the tortellini onto his plate. "I'm good, thank you, and yourself?" I handed him his plate as I began to make mine. Taking a bite, he said, "Mmm. This is delicious. I could get used to this for my daily lunch." I blushed at the compliment. "Danica I know you're not good. Do you need someone to talk to about Eric?" If another guy had asked me that, I would have questioned his motives, but the way he'd asked didn't seem pushy or nosy. He seemed genuinely interested, actually, and I felt I could freely talk with him. "There isn't much to say..." He gave that look indicting he wanted me to say more. "We are officially done. I got tired being neglected and, when he forgot our anniversary, it was the last straw. I'm not a girl that needs a lot of attention... but I do need know I'm wanted." Before I knew it, I was venting to my professor. "I would do anything he asked without question. I felt that, as the woman, it was my job to please him, but he began to take it for granted and use it to take advantage of me. So, I stopped. He didn't deserve my obedience. He wasn't a real man." "I understand what you mean, Danica. You want a man that will not only tell you are beautiful but make you his completely. Make you want to do whatever he says because pleasing him brings you pleasure..." As I opened up to him, he began to open up to me. "My wife, Kelly, doesn't see it that way. She wants to control everything and everyone. She doesn't let me be the man I want to be. I want to be the dominant one. It's not that she walks over me, it's more that she will not submit to me." "Have you thought about leaving her?" Once I said the words aloud I immediately regretted them, "If you don't want to answer that, I understand." Becoming His Ch. 01 He chuckled and gave me a wry grin, "For some reason I feel I can just tell you all of this and not worry about the aftermath." "I agree," I said with a warm smile. "My wife and I have agreed to try an open marriage. This was very recent so I haven't explored my new found freedom yet." Nervously, I said,"Well, with all the girls that drool over you in class, I'm sure you'll find someone to explore it with." "What if I've already found her?" He locked eyes with me. I would have killed to know what he was thinking at that moment. I cleared my throat as I tried to not break our eye contact. "And what is she like?" "She is not like my typical type... yet I get the feeling that she's exactly what I want." There was a long pause between us. I knew I had to say something but my face was paralyzed. I couldn't form any words. Suddenly the phone rang, breaking the tableau. Frustrated, he answered the phone, "Dr. Morris... No Jeffery, I am not changing my mind... My decision is final... I am busy at the moment... I'll come in later... I can't... Fine. I'll be there soon." He hung up the phone and took a deep breath. "You have to be tough in this field, Danica. There are many that will try to convince to you do the wrong thing." Running his hand through his luscious silver hair, he said, "I apologize, but I do have to go." "Of course," I said with a smile and began to pack everything. As I reached over the table to take his plate, he grabbed my wrist. His grip was very firm, but it didn't frighten me. "I would like to see you again, Danica." "Class is on Monday," I reminded him. "No. Tonight." I looked him sideways. Was he asking me out? Am I really the girl he was talking about? Before I said anything he said, "Tonight at Evvia Estiatorio. Be there at seven." Without even thinking, the words, "Yes Sir." came out of my mouth. "Good. I'll see you then." "Umm... See you," I said as I walked myself out. I have a date with my professor... Oh fuck. ------ What on earth do I wear?? I thought as I stood in front of my closet again for the second time that day. Thank God today's lab was short! I had been so anxious all afternoon. Once I got home at 5, I rushed into the shower. I'd decided to curl my hair and wear natural make up. I don't think he's the type that likes a heavy amount. After staring at all my clothes for at least 30 minutes, I settled for my black halter cocktail dress with a rhinestone design on the chest, black stiletto heels, and matching accessories. I have always been a jewelry type of girl. Every outfit has it's own set of earrings to match, and not just stud earrings, the big statement types. It was part of my signature look.. As I was getting dressed, my heart was racing. I'm not usually the type to get nervous before a date. I mean, I've had dates before. It's always awkward at first but, once the ice breaks, things generally go smoothly. However, this was different. It felt strange... in a good way. -------------- I had heard of Evvia Estiatorio. It was near the campus, but I'd never had the chance to go. It was a charming place with clean white linens over wooden tables. With the subdued lighting, it had a very warm, homey feeling. It was a little past 7 so I wasn't sure if he was already there. Since we hadn't exchanged numbers, I couldn't just text to find out where he was. I approached the hostess and politely asked, "Hello, is Paul Morris here for his 7 o'clock reservation?" "Yes he is. Follow me, please." she said as she led me to the table. With both hands tightly clutching my small purse, I nervously followed her. She led me to a table in the far corner with a window view, and Dr. Morris stood up from his seat as we approached. "Dancia, I'm glad you could make it. Please, sit," he said, as he pulled out my chair while flashing me a warm smile. As we sat down, the hostess nodded at both of us and before she left she raised one eyebrow at me. It was as though she knew something I didn't. "Thank you very much for the invitation, Dr. Morris," I said as I took a sip of water. With that charming smile, he corrected me, "Paul. Please call me Paul." Putting down his menu, he looked at me, "I am happy you came." Smiling, I continued to read the menu. A lot of their offerings were a tad out of my usual price range and most of the Greek dishes were unfamiliar to me. A beautiful, leggy blond approached our table. "Hi!" she said in a bubbly voice, "Welcome to Evvia Estiatorio! I'm Monica. Can I start you two with anything to drink?" Dr... I mean Paul answered immediately, "We would like a Billecart-Salmon." "Oh wow! Celebrating something?" He winked at me, "The start of a new chapter." I couldn't help but giggle. He was just so unreadable. Was he joking? Is he hinting? It definitely was a hint. At least I hope so. She interrupted my thoughts, "I'm sorry, but I have to ask your daughter for some I.D." He chuckled, "She is not my daughter." After reaching in my purse, I handed her my ID, "I'm his student actually." Raising an eyebrow like the hostess did, Monica said, "Oh. Well... Umm... Would you like anything to start with?" Again, he chimed in immediately. "Yes. Your feta plate, spanakotiropita and some dolmathes. Thank you." "Right away. And I'll be back with the Billecart-Salmon." I quickly scanned through the menu and saw the line saying " Billecart-Salmon" and my eyes widened to the size of golf balls. Without even realizing I was saying it aloud, I said, "Oh my God! 200 dollars?" He chuckled as he realized I figured out the cost of the champagne. "I hope you enjoy it." "Dr... Paul. I can't... I can't afford that." "Who said you were paying?" "I can't have you pay this much for me!" He leaned back in his chair and smirked. "As I said, this is just the start." I just stared at him. I had no response to that. Thank God Monica came back with the ridiculously expensive bottle of champagne. Pouring both of us a glass, she said, "Your appetizers will be out shortly. Are we ready to order?" We both placed our orders and handed her the menus. I wanted to ask him on what he meant about this being the start but didn't know how. Ok. It's pretty obvious where this is going... But what exactly are are we talking about? Just a friend with benefits type thing? Blow him after class when he needs it? Is this something I want? What do I say? Of course I want to fuck him! Look at him! But I don't want to be that type of student...Sleeping with him and get an A while I am at it. Oh, I wish I could read his mind! Dinner went on as we talked about school and some of his cases. It was very comfortable to talk with him. There weren't any awkward silences or forced conversation. It all felt very natural. It was refreshing not to have to overthink my every response. Our meal came to an end, and Monica came with the check. Paul immediately handed her his credit card without even glancing at the bill. It made me smile how confident he was. After she processed the card, she came back and wished us a good evening. Paul and I walked out to the parking lot side by side. He broke the silence, "Where did you park?" I pointed to my car in the corner of the lot, "Over there." Being a gentleman, he walked me to my car. As we got closer, I took out my keys but didn't make a move to unlock the door. Instead, I turned to face him and leaned against the driver's door, curious to see what would happen next. "Thank you for tonight," I said, nervously playing with the keys in my hand. "I normally don't take my students out like this...but I find you hard to resist, Dancia," he said as though he was trying to convince himself this was ok. "Since you opened up to me about your needs... I feel..." he looked at me like he was having an internal battle with himself. I didn't know what to do or say. I had an idea of what he was feeling but I didn't know how to convey it in words. We both knew this was not an acceptable thing for a teacher and his student to do. I knew he was a very ethical man and I had no doubt that he was struggling with this even more than I was. "Danica..." he said barely audible. "Yes, Paul?" He closed his eyes as I said it. I wasn't sure if he was thinking about how it sounded for me to call him by his name or thinking of whether or not to do what he was about to do. He leaned in and pressed my body against the car. Taking my face in his hands, he kissed me hard. It was an angry kiss, as though he needed me like he needed air. He broke the kiss slowly and rested his forehead against mine. He whispered, "I simply cannot resist you, Dancia." Without thinking, I put my hands around his neck and pulled him into me for another kiss. I couldn't resist him either. We both knew it was wrong, but it felt so right. Our kiss intensified as I parted my lips and welcomed his tongue. He pressed his body harder into me. No doubt he could feel my hard nipples against his chest just as I could feel his rock hard cock pressed into my stomach. Breathless, we both pulled apart, panting for breath. Knowing it couldn't go farther than this, he began to walk away. He said, "Good night, Danica. Drive safely." I didn't want this to stop. I wanted to feel his body pressed into mine. "Paul... Wait." He turned around and awaited my response. Stumbling on my words, I reassured him by saying, "I can't resist you either." He stared at me intensely for a moment and I could almost see the whirling thoughts behind his eyes. Then the moment passed as he nodded and continued to his car. I got inside my car and sat in stunned silence as I went over what had just happened. I really can't resist him...Oh fuck what have I gotten myself into? I drove home in silence reliving the dinner and that kiss over and over again. Each time I thought of his lips on mine and his cock pressed into my body, I could feel my pussy tingle. I knew my panties were going to be soaking wet by the time I got home. Once I arrived, I robotically removed my clothes, put on my pajamas, washed my face, brushed my teeth and got into bed. As I lay there staring at the ceiling, all I could think was, What am I going to do? --------------- The weekend felt dreadfully long with restless days and nights. I would have killed to have known what he was thinking. As much as I wanted Monday to come so I could talk to him about it, I was still very nervous about what would be said. He must have enjoyed it... He was hard... Oh so very hard. I would love to see more of his body... The more I thought about his cock pushing against my body, the wetter I would get. I needed to have that closeness with him again. I really hope he feels the same. ---------------- Walking into class that Monday afternoon with my heart racing, I didn't know what to expect. I arrived before he did and took my seat in the back corner. That morning I had genuinely debated with myself whether to come to class but, after much thought, I realized he might perceive my absence as a sign of weakness or turning him down. I didn't want that. The moment I saw him walk in my heart was pounding out of my chest. In the mirror that morning, when I was acting this very moment out, I was able to have a confident face but, in reality, I could feel the heat spreading across my face. I knew I was blushing and that knowledge only served to increase the effect. Outwardly, he showed his mature, confident demeanor but, looking at his face, I could sense an undercurrent there. It was as though he too had been up all weekend thinking about our dinner. He set his briefcase down and scanned the room, his eyes landing on my corner. As if it was straight out of a movie, he saw me and his face lit up. I almost felt like running down the stairs into his arms and having him whirl me around. Unfortunately, life is nothing like the movies. Instead, I smiled to him as I nervously tugged a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Once he had verified my presence, he slipped into his normal persona. Confidently, he began to teach the day's lecture. To me, it was all a blur. I found myself simply examining him; his walk, his posture, his voice, his smile. I paid attention to everything except the actual subject matter of his talk. Usually his lectures took the full hour and twenty minutes but today it was only forty. As he was wrapping it up, he nonchalantly said, "Dancia, I need to talk with you." Not surprised, I packed my bag made my way down the stairs as everyone was going up. By the time I got there, the room cleared out. "Hi Dr. Morris," I said innocently. "I told you to call me Paul," he said sternly but with a hint of teasing. Trying to play along with his teasing, I said, "Yes you did but I wasn't sure if that applied to school." "Anytime we are alone. Understood?" I nodded. "Good. Now about our dinner..." Before he could say anything I jumped in. Usually I would stay quiet and let him speak but right then I had to get it off my chest. In one breath, I rapidly said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have provoked you. I know it's wrong and no matter how good it felt and trust me it felt good, I shouldn't have. But I had to kiss you back. I know we shouldn't but I can't help what I feel for you. You have been running through my mind and all I think about is getting closer to you and knowing you but I know I can't and I..." I would have to continued to ramble but he stopped me by placing his finger gently on my lips. Softly, he said, "Don't apologize. I kissed you because I needed to. I know this is wrong but Danica I can't help myself. I am always in control... Never once I have faltered in that... But you come in and I am mesmerized... I lose all sense of reason." Looking into his beautiful emerald eyes, I tried to read his mind, but he was as opaque as ever. I needed to know how far he wanted to take this relationship... A side bitch for him to use or... The main one. "Danica, I want you." Hearing those words shocked my system. Even if this was a fling, I needed him to quench this craving I had. "Paul... I don't want to seem too forward," I began nervously. "What is it Dancia?" He asked as he stepped closer to me, closing the gap between us. He took a loose strand of my hair and tucked in behind my ear. His hand then slipped down to cradle my cheek. "Could you..." I began but my voice became a low mumble, "come over?" He chuckled and said, "Say that again." A little louder I asked, "Could you come over... to my place?" Smiling widely, he said, "I would love to. However, I cannot be seen by your roommates or fellow students at your apartment." "Oh. Of course you couldn't," I said as I lowered my head in defeat. He moved his hand under my cheek and raised my head, "But I could meet you at another place where we won't be seen." Immediately I lit up. "Really?" Without giving me an answer, he leaned in and kiss me softly. "Yes. I will text you the info." Giggling, I joked, "Dr. Morris are you asking for my number?" With a boyish grin and a twinkle in his green eyes, he said, "Yes Danica. Give me your digits." I laughed as I told him my number. as much as I loved being with him, I broke up the conversation by saying "I really should go get my homework done." "Yes, you should little girl." I smiled at him curiously. Being called little girl was interesting but I liked it. --- Paul: Stanford Park Hotel. 8:00. Wanting to mess with him a little, I replied with... Me: Who is this? Paul: You know who this is. Me: I am not sure I do. Paul: One way to find out. Me: I was told to never meet with strangers. Paul: It's a good thing I'm not. Me: Good point... If you have my number it must mean I gave it to you... Oh! Billy from last night. Paul: Yes. Now come meet me. Me: Oh Billy! Such a charmer! Paul: 8:00. Me: Yes Sir. I smiled to myself. It was cute texting him like that... Like a normal couple teasing each other...God Danica! You're not a couple... Yet. Staring at my closet again, I had no idea on what I should wear. I mean... Are we going to fuck? This is a hotel after all... Just thinking about his cock in me sent shivers down my spine. I settled on a dark navy cocktail dress that covered my chest but had an opening at my cleavage. Touching up my makeup and putting on my earrings, I looked at myself in the mirror, took a deep breath and then blew it back out. This is it... I am going to be with him. I smiled at the thought, grabbed my purse, and headed for my car. The drive was about 15 minutes with light traffic. Handing my keys to the valet, I headed inside. Being a 5 star hotel, it was no shock that the lobby was drop dead gorgeous. Distracted by looking up at the detailed art work on the ceiling, I bumped in a large man. Stumbling back to catch myself, I began to apologize. Obviously frustrated with me, he began to use vulgar language until he looked at me. His tone immediately changed as he said, "I am sorry for the yelling. I didn't know I bumped into someone so gorgeous..." Politely, I smiled and nodded as I tried to walk around him to go to the bar. Grabbing my wrist he said, "Leavin' so soon?" Noticing my discomfort he added, "Join me for dinner?" "Actually, I'm meeting someone here already. " Not loosening his grip on my wrist, he pulled me closer to him and said sternly, "I insist." "Let go of me," I asked quietly trying to not make a scene. Looking into the man's dark eyes, I began to get scared. I repeated myself, "Let go of me." Out of nowhere, I heard a familiar voice. "You heard the lady... Let go of her." Paul approached us in a navy suit that matched my dress. It was as though we coordinated this. It made me smile inside. "What will you do about it?" The man said forcefully. "Believe me, you don't want to find out. Let go of my woman's hand. Now. " My woman's hand... My woman. Though I knew it was not the time, hearing him say that line made my pussy wet. He was protecting me. After a few seconds of the death stare from Paul, the man finally let go of my wrist. Immediately Paul reached for my hand and intertwined his fingers into mine. His hand was larger but my hand fit perfectly with his. As the man was about to walk away, he added, "When you are done with this old guy, come up to my room whore." Paul began to advance towards the man with anger written all over his face. Knowing the damage this could cause to his reputation, I pulled on his arm. "He isn't worth it Paul!" I shouted trying to bring him closer to me. "Ya listen to your woman," the man taunted. People began to crowd around us trying to figure out what was happening. Luckily, the security guard was among them. "What seems to be the problem, gentleman?"' the security asked as he made his way through the crowd. Noticing how I was holding on to Paul and the way the man looked at me, he put two and two together. "Do we need to escort this man out?" He asked Paul directly. "Yes. Please do before I do something he'll regret," Paul replied through his teeth. It was taking a lot of resistance to hold back. The man put his hands in the air to show no resistance as the security guard walked him to the door. Another man in a perfectly pressed suit approached us. "Dr. Morris! I personally apologize for this! Allow me to make it up to you, please. As our valued customer, we do not want to this to ruin your stay with us. Allow me to send a complimentary basket to your room along with any beverage you and your guest would like." Becoming His Ch. 01 Finally calmed down, Paul nodded, "Thank you Mr. Williams." "It is my pleasure." Noticing me holding onto him, he said, "Allow me to introduce myself madam. I am Frank Williams. Manager of this fine establishment. " He reached his hand out and I gave mine to him to shake but to my surprise he brought it to his lips and kissed the back of my hand. Not sure on what to say, I smiled. "Enjoy your stay with us. The complimentary gifts will be up shortly." Taking my hand in his, Paul led me into the elevator. Not sure what to say, I stood in silence. Since our room was on the 14th floor, the elevator ride was quite long. Paul was silent too, but I felt a shiver go through me as I felt his thumb caress mine. I looked down at our hands and then up into his eyes. It was impossible to look into those piercing emerald eyes without smiling. "You look beautiful Danica," he said quietly as though he didn't want to push too hard. "I am surprised we are both wearing navy. Great minds think alike I guess,"' I said nervously. He was about to say something but the elevator beeped signaling it had arrived to our floor. Still holding onto my hand, Paul escorted me to our room, 1409. He opened the door and let me enter first. I stopped in the doorway, jaw dropped in awe. "Paul..." was the only word I could manage to say. As I walked more into the room, I finally added "It's beautiful." "Come onto the balcony with me." I followed him as he opened the doors to the balcony and we both stepped through. "... Breathtaking," I said as I took in the sight. Looking right at me, he said, "Yes, you are." I blushed and looked down. "I'm nervous too Dancia," he said as though he was reading my mind. He stepped closer, closing the gap between us. "I don't want you to feel forced to do anything. You're free to leave if you want to." Part of me wanted to run away and hide under the covers but the, the larger part, wanted to stay and see what was in store for the evening. I was looking into his eyes as I was thinking about my next move but I wasn't sure if I could do it. My eyes lowered to his lips and I said aloud "Oh God ... I want to kiss him again." Realizing I'd said it out loud, my eyes widened and I slapped my hand over my mouth. "Oh shit! Please forget I said that! I was only thinking it." Finding my struggle to explain myself humorous Paul chuckled. "You are too cute." "Excuse me as I jump off this balcony and die of embarrassment." I said as I jokingly try to lift my leg over the railing. Taking my hand, Paul pulled me closer to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and just stared at me. I wish I could tell what he's thinking. His eyes were looking deep into mine as though he was wishing the same thing. "Dancia... I can't resist you," he said, repeating his words from our first night out. Reaching up to his lips with mine, I simply whispered, "Then don't." They touched lightly at first but then our desire for each other took over. My arms wrapped around his neck and my fingers began to comb through his hair. As the kiss deepened, I felt his hands roam up and down my back. Stopping for breath, Paul rested his forehead against mine. "We shouldn't be here Dancia." Hurt by his words, I pulled back slowly. letting my hands drop to my sides. I nodded as I tried to form words but nothing came out. Holding back the tears, I began to head back inside. "Dancia! That's not what I meant," He said as he followed me inside. Without turning around, I stopped moving. I stood there, waiting for him to explain himself. Coming closer to me he said, "All I meant was this is wrong... I shouldn't be doing this to you." Taking a breath to steady my nerves, I turned around, "You aren't doing this to me... I'm here of my own free will. Can't you see that?" Closing the gap between us, he reached out his hand and caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes and sighed at his warm touch. "You are so beautiful," he whispered. I opened my eyes slowly as he continued. "and I don't want to hurt you." "Then don't push me away." "If we... " he said as he tried to find the right word to say, "continue... We can't go back." "I won't want to go back. I want this. I need this." "We will have to do this in secret..." "I'm willing." "But if we..." He began again. Feeling he was trying to back out of this, I took the initiative, which was something I never thought I would do. "Dr. Morris, if you want this stop and pretend it never happened then I won't argue with you, but know this... I want this more than I have ever wanted anything. I'm here by my own choice. You didn't force me or blackmail me into this... I want you." He didn't know what to say at first. Taking it in, he finally said, "I don't want to hear you call me Dr. Morris again. Is that understood?" "Yes Sir, I understand." He leaned in closer to me and said in a low, seductive voice, "Good girl." I felt my knees give out on me. If he hadn't been there I'm sure I would have collapsed to the floor. Smiling at my reaction, he put his hand under my chin and tilted my head towards him. Gently he planted a kiss on my lips. "Remember I gave you an out... I hope you realize I'm not letting you go," he said between kisses. Hearing something like that should make a normal person want to run in the other direction. However I am not like most girls. That line made my inner goddess flip. "I don't want you to." Walking me towards the bed, he gently laid me down. As I slid back onto the covers, my left leg rose and intertwined with his. His knee was between my legs and it took all the control I could muster to not rub myself against it. His hands began to slowly wandering over my body as though he was trying to memorize me. As soon as his hands reached my tits, I gasped. Breaking the kiss, he looked down at me. Knowing this was it. I gave him the nod he needed to go on. He smiled as his mouth reunited with mine. As his palm massaged my hardening nipple, my pelvis unconsciously began to hump against his leg. "Take it easy, little one, there's no need to rush," he said. I blushed. "I've been wanting this so badly, Sir. I can't help myself." Leaning down, he kissed his way to my ears. "I love it when you call me Sir." I smiled as he rubbed his hard cock against my stomach to emphasize his point. Though I did love calling him Sir, there was another name I wanted to call him. But that would have to wait for another time. Getting more aggressive, Paul began to grope my tits harder. I moaned as his fingers found my hardened nipples through the fabric of my top.. He pulled on them and once they stretched as much as the intervening clothing would allow, he let them snap back. I bit my lips to stifle my moans. I'd always fantasized about a man getting rough with me but I'd had no idea it could feel this good. "Sit up," he demanded. I complied immediately, almost without thought. His hands sliding sensuously down my sides, he reached for the hem of my dress. He pulled on it and I obediently wiggled my butt so he could slide the material out from under me, then lifted my arms as he pulled my dress up and off me. Then, he let it drop to the floor beside the bed in a whisper of fabric. I breathed deeply as I sat there clad only my matching black lace panties and bra, trying to stay calm. I had hoped this would happen so I'd worn the best pair I owned. Goosebumps chased across my body both from the cold air hitting my exposed skin and my excitement as to what was to come. "Lay back down. " Again, I obeyed without question, lying back and letting my arms rest at my sides, not covering anything. He knelt on the bed and just stared at me. I watched as his eyes traced the curves of my body, starting at my shoulders, across my bra-clad breasts, the expanse of my flat stomach, then lingering on my panties as if trying to see through them to the treasures underneath. I wondered what he thought at that moment. I was shy being half naked in front of him while he was fully clothed, and the intensity of his examination making me a little uneasy. "Uhh.. Is something wrong?" I asked nervously. "No... Nothing is wrong," He said in a tone that seemed a bit disappointed. "Are you sure?" I wasn't sure what else to say. Pausing for a second, he shook his head. "I was just thinking that I can't believe I was going to pass up on this... You are... perfection." I blushed. "I wouldn't say that... I have a lot of flaws" "None that I can see." I simply smiled. "I am going to take care of you," he said softly. Not sure what that meant, I just nodded. Recognizing my confusion, he clarified, "You will never have to worry anymore. I'm going to take care of you." Like a Daddy. I thought to myself. It made me smile. "And I will take care of you. If you'll let me." Gaining confidence, I sat up and gently tapped on his shoulder to indicate I wanted him to lay down. I reached down to the buckle of his pants, just letting my hand rest there. Looking up at him with big, innocent brown eyes I asked, "May I...Sir?" "Yes you may." Taking my time, I undressed him. As I finally lowered his boxers to his ankles, I smiled up at him. Then, looking down to what I'd revealed, licked my lips. His cock was not too large but definitely not too small. He was bigger than Eric and so very hard. I did this to him, I thought to myself with pride. The head glistened with pre cum and I wanted to scoop it all up and taste him. However, as he'd said before, there was no rush. Instead, I took the hair tie from around my wrist and used it to put my hair in a high ponytail. "Sorry I don't like when my hair gets in the way. Plus, I think you'll enjoy a the view." "I actually like it when a girl's hair is up... and I'm sure I will," he said with a grin. I returned his smile as I positioned myself between his legs. Lowering my head, I gently breathed warm air onto his cock, not touching it yet, just teasing him. It twitched in response and I heard him softly moan. I needed to taste him though, and gently flicked my tongue against the shiny tip. His taste was intoxicating, everything I'd hoped for and more. That first taste lit a fire in me. Wrapping my lips around the head, I eased my mouth down his length, taking more and more. I wanted all of him. It was a struggle, but soon enough my nose was buried in his pubic hair. Even his smell was intoxicating and made my mouth water. As my mouth was traveling down his cock, my left hand reached under and began to massage his balls. I tugged on them gently as my mouth touched bottom then released them as when I went back up. Hearing his soft groans was getting me seriously wet and I could tell he was enjoying what I was doing. I didn't know how much longer my pussy could go without being touched but just hearing the pleasure he was getting from me was enough to keep me going and forget my own needs for the moment. Each time I bottomed out on his cock, I would hold it for a second longer, massaging it with my throat muscles. I knew he loved it because I could hear his breathing quicken and feel his legs tremble. I felt his hand on the nape of my neck and I began to pick up the pace. His grip was firm enough to show he was in control but not tight enough to be painful. To me, it felt just right. I could could tell he was getting close but, just as I was preparing myself to swallow a load of his cum, his hand left my neck and grabbed my ponytail, pulling my head upward. My mouth came off his cock with a pop and he tugged my head back to make my eyes meet his. "You definitely know how to suck a cock, little girl, but I don't want our first time to be in your mouth. You have other holes I want to explore. I assume you are on the pill?" I nodded. "Good," he said as he released my hair. "On your back." Though I was a bit sad to release his cock, I followed his instructions and laid down on the big, king-sized bed. I bit my lip as he got up and knelt beside me. Locking his eyes on mine, his fingers sought the clasp on the front of my bra. "I think it's time to unwrap my present, don't you?" he asked. Mesmerized by his gaze and with my lip still firmly in my teeth, all I could do was nod. Seeing my assent, he undid the hook and and pulled the cups of my bra to the sides. "They're just as beautiful as I'd imagined they'd be," he breathed as he ran the tips of his fingers gently over the curves of my exposed breasts. My nipples instantly hardened from the attention. He paused a moment then, smiling evilly, he grabbed the crinkled nubs in his fingers, pinched them, and pulled - hard. "Oh my God! That feels amazing," I moaned. "You're such a responsive little girl," he said staring into my eyes once more as he gave my nipples a cruel twist. I could see the fire of his passion rising as I moaned even louder. My passion was rising too. I found his rough treatment to be an intense turn-on. "I could spend hours playing with just these," he said, "but there's still more to be unwrapped." With that, he reluctantly released my nipples and ran his hands sensuously down the sides of my abdomen. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of my panties at the hips, he gave them a tug and I promptly lifted my hips so he could slide them off. He didn't rush through removing them, instead letting his fingers slowly glide along the smooth skin of my legs as he travelled their length, enjoying how they felt. I loved how he took the time to explore my body, not just climbing on top of me and humping away as guys my age were wont to do. It was a delicious tease, but also torture. I wanted him so badly. He positioned himself between my legs and I spread them wide for him. Taking his hard cock in hand, he rubbed the head up and down between the soaked lips of my pussy. Electricity shot through me each time it make contact with the hard nub of my clit and my hips undulated as I sought fruitlessly to get him inside me. Chuckling to himself as he saw how eager I was, he said, "Patience little one. Good things comes to those who wait." "Please. Please Paul... I want you inside me." "Mmmm, I like when you beg. Do it some more." "Sir... Please fuck me! I want... I need your cock to fill me up. Pleaseeee Sir." Leaning down, he kissed my lips, my cheeks, and then up the side of my neck to my ear. I felt his hot breath as he whispered, "I need you too," and his hips pushed forward, making me gasp as I felt his cock impale my tight tunnel. My legs came up to wrap around him and we began to rock our bodies together. Our lips barely touched as we moaned into each other's mouths. "Oh God Paul! More! Please fuck me hard." With that, he picked up the pace. Grabbing my ankles, he placed my legs on his shoulders and thrust hard and deep into me. My tits jiggled with every thrust and I closed my eyes, getting lost in the sensation of his cock pounding into me. Suddenly, there was the sound of a slap and my eye sprang wide open. There was a stinging warmth spreading across my right breast and I realized that he'd slapped my tit. I looked up at him and he stopped immediately, worried that he'd crossed a line. Reassuring him, I smiled and purred, "Mmmm. Again please." He smiled as he slapped the left. I moaned to the pleasure I felt as the warm glow spread across my chest. Then he once more pinched my nipples and stretched them to their maximum. I turned my head to the side and bit the pillow to try and stifle my screams of pleasure. The pain was so erotic! He was opening doors to a whole new world of sensation for me, and I knew he could tell by the way I was fucking back against him that I was enjoying every bit of it. "I'm close" he announced. I was too but I needed more stimulation to push me over the edge. Like a lot of women, I can't cum from just penetration alone. I reached down to rub my clit but he slapped my hand away. "Not yet. You only cum when I say you can." Oh my God that turned me on! Giving him control of my orgasm was even more erotic than having him slap my tits. I couldn't remember ever being this sexually excited before. He continued to thrust in and out of me. "Paul please let me touch my clit.. Please!" Enjoying my begging, he didn't do a thing except smile wickedly. "Pleeeeease Sir! I want to cum with you!" "This isn't about what you want, little girl. It's about what I want," he replied, not missing a stroke. He must have enjoyed my begging or taken pity on me, however, because his fingers began to rub my clit. Expertly moving them in rapid circles, he quickly brought me to the edge. "I'm gonna cum... FUCK! Can I cum for you, Sir?" I moaned out. "Cum for me Danica... Cum with me" he groaned and together we both released. His juices shot deeply into me as my pussy convulsed around his cock, milking it for all it was worth. To say that I came hard would be an understatement. It was the best orgasm I'd had up to that point in my life. Wave after wave swept through my body. I could feel my pussy muscles tighten around his cock, holding him inside me, never wanting to letting him go. Looking back at his moment, I can see that this was it... This was beginning of our relationship and there would be no looking back. In my mind, I was his. Breathing heavily, he lowered himself onto my chest and kissed me lovingly. Then, after a moment, he slowly slid out, rolled onto his back next to me, and extended his arm, inviting me to cuddle against his chest. "Thank you Sir," I said. Kissing the top of my head, he said, "Thank you, little girl." I giggled. "I like that." "You like what?" "Little girl. I always wanted someone to call me that but I didn't know how to ask." "It just seems to fit you. Tell me what else you like Danica." "I loved how you were rough with me... Pulling my hair, slapping my tits, controlling my orgasm." "I loved doing those things too... I've always wanted a little girl to make my own." "Make your own? In what way?" "I mean... It's always been my fantasy to... own a woman, to make her my property." I smiled as I looked up at him. "I want to be owned." "Dancia... You do realize what you are saying?" "Yes I do..." Sitting up now, I faced him. "I want to submit to you... completely." "You can't make such an important decision after only being together with me one time. I won't let you." "Paul, tonight was the best sex of my life and I am sure this was just a peek into the world you can introduce me to. I want to explore it. I want to explore it with you. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want it too." "I do want you, but I also want you to give it serious thought. This isn't something we should rush into. We've just opened the door, we don't need to sprint through it. I'm not going anywhere. This isn't a one night stand." "But I want to be your property. I need this. Please." He went silent and I could almost hear the gears turning in his head before he finally said, "Ok. Dancia, I accept your offer and will own you until you until you say otherwise." I smiled to myself, remembering what he said at dinner the other night, This is just the beginning. Cuddling up against him, I reached down and pulled the blanket over us both. I looked up at Paul and he kissed my forehead. I could tell from his slightly distracted expression that he was seriously contemplating what had just transpired. As we both drifted off, I heard him sigh and whisper, "I cannot resist you." Becoming His Ch. 02 **This is the second story in the series. You can find the first installment, Becoming His, in the NonHuman category and on my author page by clicking my name. You should read the first chapter before continuing with this one. Feedback and comments are always welcome! I love reading each one.** * I moan as I abruptly wake up in my bed with one hand shoved into my panties and the other wrapped around one breast. It takes me a second to realize I've had yet another dream of Alexander the Vampire and once again awake to find myself in the middle of masturbating in my sleep. Sigh. This has happened every night since I left his house and that was already five days ago. I have near constant dreams of him and many of them leave me waking up in this state. I can't get him out of my mind and the images of us fucking in his bed and on his couch flood my mind every chance they get, even in the middle of the day. I keep trying to convince myself I can just return to normal life but honestly, nothing has been normal since that night. When I woke up in his bed that day I had absolutely no sense of time. The room with pitch black and I realized the shades he lowered by remote earlier were light tight coverings. It took me quite a while to feel my way around the room to the door leading into the hallway. That was no better as a there was another door at the end I hadn't noticed before. It was only after making my way through that door that I finally had my first view of sunshine and a clock reading fifteen minutes before noon. I found my costume and hat still by the front door and my clutch on the counter. I don't even remember bringing that in with me the night before. I was pretty sure I had forgotten it in the car. I had to use the flashlight feature on my phone to make my way back through the house to track down my bra and panties in the master closet. I had no choice but to take his offer of clothing and found a pair of black sweatpants and a gray zip up hoodie. There was no way I could lace myself back into my corset costume so wearing the far too big clothing was my only real option. The next problem was figuring out where I was so I could call a cab. A GPS app on my phone helped me narrow down the street name and I had to step outside to find the number of the house. I did see the money he left on the counter but there was no way I was taking it. It was so odd sitting in his house waiting for the cab to arrive. It was completely silent and after looking around I decided it doesn't even appear lived in. Everything was immaculately clean and the only things on the walls were pieces of art. The kitchen was completely bare. The glass door cabinets were empty and the refrigerator didn't even appear to be plugged in. I get that a vampire wouldn't need a kitchen but it was just strange to be in the middle of it, like being in a model house instead of a home. Beautiful but lifeless. I was anxious to leave when the cab beeped its horn out front. On a last minute impulse, I left my cell number on a small note pad. I've both hoped he'd call and regretted leaving it all together throughout the past five days. I haven't heard from him. After a very long and very expensive cab ride I finally made it home only to walk into a hive of anger. Both Breanne and Jessica were fuming at me for, as they put it, ditching them. Without asking a thing about where I had been or if I was even alright, they went into a tirade about how bad of a friend I was for abandoning them. It was about then and the comment from Breanne about how nice they always are to me that I lost it. When I was done screaming at them for being hypocritical and judgmental bitches I declared I was moving out and left them sitting open mouthed at my words as I stormed into my bedroom. I've never stood up to them a single time in the three months I've lived here and I shocked even myself. It eventually calmed down and we all exchanged apologies. I didn't really mean mine but it was better than trying to find somewhere else to live. For now, I'm staying put. Now here I am, five days later still trying to believe everything my mind is telling me happened that night. I spend several moments staring at the folded clothes I took from Alexander's that now sit on a chair in my room. They're my proof he existed. Sigh. This is crazy! Why can't I shake him? Eventually I pull myself out of bed and get ready for work. The rest of the day drags and I go through the motions of my job as a receptionist for a large law firm. Every tall dark haired man that comes and goes from the building reminds me of the thing I shouldn't be thinking about and I'm a ball of frustration the entire day. Even working late does nothing to distract me and I finally make my way home around eight thirty. Instead of finding a peaceful and quiet apartment though, I find a living room full of people and Breanne in the center of it. She's always throwing these stupid parties. She doesn't work mornings and has no regard for the fact that I do. These parties of hers usually last until several hours past midnight no matter what I say. I always end up in my room trying desperately to block out the sound and keep people from wandering into my room looking for the toilet. This is not what I needed today! I push my way through the people and eventually make it to my bedroom only to find a guy making out with some girl on the floor near my bed. Are you kidding me? I force them out into the hall and curse the door for not having a lock. I end up closing myself in my small bathroom to change out of my work clothes into jeans and a t-shirt. So much for being able to relax at home! I end up back out in the middle of the party to find something to eat and try to get Breanne alone to beg her to send these people home by at least midnight. She brushes me off though and instead I end up talking to some girl I've apparently met before but don't remember. At some point we're joined by a guy neither of us knows. Despite trying to ignore him he stays with us and eventually the girl moves away leaving me with the weirdo. I don't know why I instantly decided he was weird but I did. He just had this odd vibe to him and he made me uncomfortable. He had no sense of personal space and kept pushing closer and closer to me while talking constantly about how beautiful he thought I was and how we should spend time together. Since he wasn't taking my pretty obvious cues that I wasn't interested I finally just walked away. It didn't help one bit and if anything, it made it worse. I made the mistake of walking into our galley kitchen and ended up being cornered by this increasingly annoying and creepy guy. I don't know how long he stood in the doorway before I noticed him but the second he stepped into the room fear started to prickle my skin. His entire demeanor had changed from the living room to here and I felt trapped. He backed me into the wall by the refrigerator and said, "I knew you wanted to be alone with me." No! I told him to leave me alone but he ignored me. I knew calling out to someone would be pointless as the music had been turned up and no one was anywhere near the kitchen doorway. I demanded he get away from me but he just smiled instead. I was getting increasingly more afraid and started looking around wildly for something to hit him with if I had to. He wasn't a tall man with his height seeming to be about the same as mine at five foot four but he was thickly built and looked stronger than I could ever fight off. Oh god what the hell am I going to do? When he reached out and touched my sides I instinctively slapped him across the face. He seemed shocked for a moment but then said, "Oh I like it rough too baby." I yelled at him to leave me alone but he clearly didn't care. He pinned my arms at my sides against the wall and pushed his body against me. I started desperately trying to move my leg to knee him in the groin but he was able to block me with his own leg. I can smell the alcohol on his breath but this has to be more than some guy too drunk to know what he was doing. I need to get him off me! I start to scream at him again when he's suddenly no longer against me and his hands are ripped from my arms. I look up and to my shock I see Alexander standing in the kitchen with one hand wrapped around the neck of my stocky little attacker and growling into his face. I shriek when I realize he's holding this guy up off the ground with one hand and is clearly choking him. The smaller man is desperately clawing at the white hand around his throat and his legs are kicking in the air. Holy shit! I shout for him not to kill him. I can't watch him kill someone right in front of me and I don't want him to kill someone because of me. Alexander finally turns his head towards me and the look on his face and in his eyes is terrifying. I imagine it's like staring an angry lion in the face and I hold my breath. His face begins to soften and he finally speaks, "Are you hurt?" I shake my head no. I'm pretty freaked out but I'm not hurt. He glances at the man in his grasp. He must have loosed his hand as the smaller man seems to no longer be choking but is still suspended in the air. I look back and forth between the two very different men and wait. I have no idea what is going to happen now. Alexander speaks again, "Did he touch you?" He's staring at me and I hesitate. I can't say the guy did nothing since he clearly already witnessed me being cornered and panicking. Plus there's that whole pesky hearing my thoughts thing. I see him raise an eyebrow and I roll my eyes in a moment of annoyance momentarily forgetting the current situation. In a rush I tell him the guy only touched my side and my arms and nothing else. I somehow know that if this stupid little man had done anything worse there would be a death in my kitchen. I know he told me the night we met that he doesn't kill humans if he doesn't need to but I could see it in his face. He would kill this guy and I don't want to be the cause of someone's death. I watch Alexander stare at me knowing he heard everything flying through my head. Slowly he lowers the terrified man to the floor but doesn't let go of him. Ok. Now what? I watch in confusion as Alexander turns his eyes on the trapped and scared man and silently stares into his eyes. I have no idea what is happening. The man's arms drop to his sides and his eyes open wider than I've seen anyone's look before. I see tears slide down his face and he looks like he's drowning in fear. Finally Alexander lets him go and the man freezes for a moment before turning and leaving the room. You would think he'd run out of here screaming but he didn't. He left calmly without a word. I'm at a loss for words at what just happened. It's a common feeling around Alexander. Alexander and I stand silently in the kitchen for a moment or two before I give in to the million questions running around inside of me. They start falling from my mouth in a hurry like where the hell he came from all of the sudden and what did he do to make that man cry. Not to mention how the hell did he know where I lived? I never told him that. He lets me finish before quietly asking if we could move somewhere more private before he gives me the answers. Fine. I walk past him without saying a word and lead him down the hallway to my bedroom. Once inside behind the closed door I turn to him and cross my arms. I'm mad and I can't even pinpoint what I'm mad at. I don't think that's even a rational response to these events but for some reason I'm angry and I want answers. Now. He doesn't make me wait and immediately begins to speak, "I am not used to explaining myself but I will answer as best I can. First, I did not know where you lived but I can sense you. I have not had a drop of blood since the night you were at my home. Blood I drink becomes a part of me for a time, until I ingest more. Through your blood, I can sense you and therefore locate you from a certain distance. That is how I found you tonight. I wanted to come the moment I arose from my rest after you left but resisted. I do not normally seek out humans and never the same one twice. But tonight, I could feel your fear. I was already somewhat nearby for other reasons and when I felt how afraid you were I could no longer resist." Holy crap! He can sense me through my blood? What the hell? That is just too weird. How can it become a part of him to the point he can feel when I'm afraid? What else can he feel? Despite all those questions I only ask how is it he hasn't had any blood in five days. Surely, that's too long. He smiles at me. I resist smiling back and look away before I spend too much time staring into the beautiful gray eyes. His voice makes me look towards him, "The older I am the less blood I require. I could wait another week before the need to drink would makes itself known. I find it amusing that of all the questions you're thinking of, the one you chose to ask was why I haven't fed." He has a point. I don't know why that was what I wanted to know. He continues, "To answer the others, I can only feel fear and anger through your blood. I have no way to explain how it is I can sense such things other than what I've already said. The moment I have blood from another human it will disappear." It's so odd to me that a part of me can become a part of him. I would have never imagined that was even possible. As weird as it is though, it clearly was a good thing tonight. I feel a chill run down my spine when I think of what happened in the kitchen and where it could have gone had he not shown up. Alexander steps forward until he his right in front of me and lifts my face up so my eyes meet his. I can't really read his face. He looks like he might be confused but there's something else there too, I just don't know what it is. Still holding my face up with his fingers under my chin he speaks, "I wanted to kill him. I would have had you not asked me not to." I know he wanted to, it was obvious. I'm still shocked he didn't and even more so that he stopped because of me. He closes his eyes for a moment and shakes his head before starting to speak again, "I have never come to the aid of a human. This was not the first time I felt fear through the blood of someone I have fed on but it was of no consequence to me. I do not know why you are different. You are the first human I have allowed to have memory of me and what I am and you are the first I have ever seen again let alone protected." I have done nothing but think of this man since the day I left his house and now he's standing in front of me in my bedroom telling me he chose to protect me. He decided to come even though he has never done so in the past. He seems lost about all of it though. He's basically saying he is driven to do these things that go against his normal behavior but he doesn't understand why. I have to admit I like that he's doing these things. I like that he came to my rescue even though I had no idea that was even an option until he was already in the room. Who wouldn't like being saved? But at the same time, he's also saying he would have killed a man right in front of me. He would have taken a life of someone for me. It's scary. There's such a mix of emotions running through me. I wanted nothing more than to see him again and I got my wish but I didn't expect to witness him lift up a grown man as if he weighed nothing and see him begin to squeeze the life from his throat. As I was the night we met, I'm drawn to him and afraid of it all at the same time. He steps backwards a few steps and clears his face of all previous emotion. The blank face I've come to know has returned and I realize he wants to hide what he's thinking. Clearly he's not comfortable not understanding his own actions. The powerful vampire likes being in control. Whatever adrenaline I had pumping through me before is fading fast and I'm getting really tired. I walk over to sit on my bed and try to process what all of this means. The weird thing is I'm afraid of the things he can do but I'm not necessarily afraid of him. I feel safer being in my small bedroom with him than I feel just about anywhere else in this still strange city. He suddenly speaks, "I make you feel safe?" I jump a bit at his question as he startles me from my thoughts. I nod. He tilts his head to the side and stares at me. After a moment of stares and silence a small smirk plays on his lips. I ask him why he's smirking at me and he spreads it into a small smile. I don't understand why he's smiling. He gives a small shake of his head and speaks, "You perplex me, Leila. Humans are supposed to fear my kind when we reveal ourselves but yet you do not. Yes, you were frightened at first but even then your curiosity and interest still outweighed your fear. I can see what happened in the kitchen scared you but yet you say you feel safe with me here. I never expected a human to say I make them feel safe. I expect only the opposite." Well, this isn't what I expected when he first showed me his fangs either. He better not expect me to explain because I have nothing. This is so complicated. Wait. He never answered my other question! I turn to him and ask what he did to that man earlier. Something happened that made that guy cry. Not to mention he didn't run from the room screaming which is exactly what I would do if someone had just held me by my throat a couple feet off the ground. Alexander sits on the bed next to me and says, "Ah. I had forgotten you had asked. I showed him images of what will happen to him should he ever return to this apartment. They were not pretty and I will not explain the details. I left him with no direct memory of me or what happened but with a knowing that he must never come back here and if he does his death will be the result. He won't be able to explain why or how, just that he must trust it." Damn! He can do that? Holy shit! It's no wonder the guy cried. Ok. We need to get a few things straight. I take a deep breath and turn to face him on the bed. He turns so we are face to face and nods. Here it goes. "Have you ever used any of those mind control things to make me do anything?" "Only at the Halloween party when I prevented you from speaking and helped calm you while I explained the situation. I have done nothing since." "So I wasn't under your control at your house at all?" "No. Did you think you were?" "It didn't feel like I was. I just wanted to be sure." "Besides the two things I have mentioned, you have always had complete control over your actions." Hmm. I pretty much already knew that. I could feel him influencing me when he stopped me from talking and obviously I knew he caused that intense calming sensation. I never felt that same influence the rest of the night though. I knew even then, it was all me. I wanted him and I just gave into the entire thing. I guess I just wanted to hear him say it. I catch him smirking but he drops it quickly and returns to the serious face he wore before. Next thing then. "I need to know you will never control me again. Never." "You have my word, Leila. I have no interest in forcing you to do anything. I much prefer you as you are." Ok. That made me blush a bit. I'm not sure where I'm heading with this. Him showing up here tonight doesn't mean we're suddenly in a relationship. I just want to know that if I'm going to spend any time with him, it's of my own free will. There's one more thing I can't help but wonder. "You said how you found me, but how did you get in the apartment? Even Breanne doesn't let total strangers in the door." With a small laugh he says, "That was no complication. One of the people out there opened the door and I influenced them to invite me in. They did and I went straight to the kitchen." "Why would you make them invite you in? Why not just walk through the door? Oh! Wait. Do you mean you HAD to be invited inside?" Becoming His Ch. 02 This is Chapter 2 of the series. If you want to understand the foundation of the Dom/sub relationship between Paul and Danica, I highly suggest reading Chapter 1 first. Chapter 3 is in the works. Enjoy!! Feel free to comment or email me feedback. ~~~~~~~~~ Sitting in my usual seat in his forensic psychology class, our eyes locked. In that moment, I took my pen and seductively licked around the pen cap. As much as I knew that it was cheesy, at the moment, I thought it was erotic. Turned out, he agreed. After seeing me do that, he instantly turned around and I saw him move his hand. I giggled to myself knowing he did that to readjust his hard on. It was barely a month ago when we first crossed that teacher student relationship line. Though being together for a month was such a small duration, I completely and utterly trust him. I do not mean trust with my secrets; I mean trust in the sense that I let him to push my limits physically and sexually. I slowly had become his submissive whore. As soon as class finished and everyone began to pack their bags, I heard my name. I looked over my shoulder and saw Dr. Morris waving me over, "Ms. Peterson, please come once you're done." I quickly packed my bag and headed down the auditorium stairs. I waited at the front of class as other women flocked around him to "ask him questions." Though I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, I knew they were flirting with all their giggling and the "touch of the arm" move. It doesn't bother me to see other women throw themselves at him, I sort of took it as a compliment. He had all these women adoring him, yet he chose me. As soon as I thought that, my mind began to wonder... Why me... He could have any others... No Danica. He picked you. He decided to own you. I sighed at my negative thoughts. I couldn't help myself, all of my insecurities ran through my head. Apparently my sigh was loud enough to get their attention. Dr. Morris looked over at me and smiled, "Yes, Danica. If you would excuse me ladies, I have important business to discuss with Danica." Each girl took their sweet time exiting the room. Approaching me, he smiled sweetly. I asked innocently, "Important matters, Sir?" "Very important, little girl," he answered staring at me with those emerald eyes. Hearing him say "little girl," I felt my knees weakened. Those words, along with "mine," melt my insides. It makes me feel truly owned, protected, and wanted. "And what are these important matters, Sir?" "Friday night, you are mine." There is that single word... mine. Practically melting to the floor, I said, "As you wish, but that is two days away." "Correct and you are to not touch yourself no matter the urge you have..." " But Sir..." I interrupted trying to get in a word but I forgot I wasn't suppose to. Taken back, Paul said, "What was that? Did you just interrupted me?" Sincerely apologetic, I said, "I am sorry. It was just instinct." He gently caressed my cheek with the back of his hand, "I know, love, but remember," his hand lowered to my neck. Roughly, he curled his hand around my neck, squeeze it, and leaned in to whisper in my ear, " I own you and therefore deserve respect, especially when I am giving you instructions. " I gasped as his grasp slowly tighten. Though I should be scared, I wasn't. I was aroused even more. "Don't interrupt me next time," he said still holding firmly to my neck. "Yes... Sir." Slowly, he relaxed his grip, "Now, as I was saying. Friday night we have special dinner plans. Until then, you are not allow to touch yourself or try to beg me to allow you. You are to be on the verge of cumming by the time I see you." "Yes, Sir." "Good girl." "Am I allowed to still contact you?" "You may but nothing sexually," he smiled devilishly. Leaning against the tables of the first row, I just stared at him. "What is in that mind of yours?" "That's for me to know and you to find out on Friday," he said. With that, I nodded and began to walk out of the classroom. Knowing he was watching, I took my time, swaying my hips. "My woman is such a tease," he called out to me. Without looking at him, I replied, "You'll have to wait until Friday." -------------- Early Friday afternoon, I received a box with a very frilly, daring dress inside. The note with it reads "Wear this tonight... be ready at 8." A bit cryptic, but I knew who it's from and smiled. Promptly at 8, a car arrived with a well-dressed driver. "Good evening Miss Danica. Dr. Morris is waiting for you at the restaurant." He gentlemanly helped me into the car and off I went without a clue of where. When I arrived at the restaurant, I saw Paul waiting outside. He hugged me closely as we walked inside. The maitre'd escorted us to the private room he arranged for us. It was intimate and softly lit with just a single rounded booth in the center. I didn't know what to think about of this. I was truly taken back. Sensing my hesitation, he warmly smiled at me, "My beautiful lady, please take your seat." After I sat, he slid in next to me and kissed my hand, then followed my arm up to my bare shoulder with soft kisses. When we locked eyes, I saw the desire burning inside of him but he continued to restrain himself and instead gave me a strong kiss on the lips just as our first course arrived. As we began our meal, we chatted about the day's events, the weather, and his current case. All the while, his fingertips were gently brushing across my bare skin on the top of my thigh. When our waiter came to check on our wine, Paul's fingers slowly dropped to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. He smiled when I let my legs slowly spread without thinking. As the waiter continued to ask how our meal was, his fingers gently moved upward completely hidden by the tablecloth. I giggled once while trying to converse with the waiter as Paul's fingers brushed lightly across the thin material of my panties. As he exited the room, I turned to him to voice my fake anger, but he stopped me with a passionate kiss as his palm pressed against my very wet and swollen pussy. No doubt he felt the heat from me as we kissed. Paul pulled back from our kiss and continued to chitchat while his fingers went back to gently brushing across my inner thigh. I smiled as I realized that I am in for a long evening of teasing from Paul. I became a little wetter just thinking about it. We continued to enjoy our meal as Paul's fingers continued to enjoy the feel of my skin under his fingertips. Every time one of the servers brought another course or checked on us, Paul's fingers attacked my pussy. By the time the last course was cleared and they prepped the table for dessert, Paul's fingers have moved my panty aside and slowly sliding his finger into my hot and very wet pussy. He saw me tense as he added an additional finger into the depths of my pussy. I tried desperately not to react as he let his thumb began to strum my aroused clit. I was sure the servers can sense what is happening as Paul began to bring he dangerously close to cumming. The servers wheeled in a cart of desserts with ice cream and toppings... Paul's thumb pressed against my clit and moved in circles around it... They continued to brush off the tablecloth coming very close to me... My nipples showed through my dress as my arousal heightens... The server carried on a conversation with Paul, all while his fingers began to piston in my tight pussy. I could barely answer the server when he asked if I would like more wine... Paul let his pinky finger slid down between my ass cheeks now lubricated with my own juices... As my wine glass was refilled again, I stare into his emerald eyes as his pinky slipped into my tight little asshole and his fingers began to really piston in and out...His thumb was like a blur across my clit... He leaned over and kissed me hard as I began to cum. His mouth over mine prevented my moans from attracting the attention of our servers. As I began to calm, Paul sent the server away indicating that he would take care of the desserts and to leave us now until he signaled for him. He smiled at me and whispered, "Dinner was very nice, but I promise you that you will enjoy dessert even more." Breathless from that first intense orgasm, "I have no doubt about that, Sir." As I watched the servers pull the door shut to our private room, he snatched me up in his arms and held me close to him. No words were needed. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. I felt the zipper on my dress begin to lower and as I feigned resistance in such a public place, he quieted my protests with a deep kiss. It was long and passionate is the kiss and although I couldn't figure out exactly how Paul did it, I found myself completely naked in his arms except for my panties. With a wicked little smile on his face, he hooked his fingers in the waistband and kissed me again, he ripped my panties off. He held me tight against his solid body. His clothes felt rough against my soft naked skin. However, I felt something very hard pressing against my pussy, trying to rip through his pants. I giggled as it thumped against me. "Someone wants to play," I said innocently. With a sly grin, he simply laid me out flat on the table where we just enjoyed our romantic dinner. He took a seat in the booth and pulled my body closer to his. "I may have been mistaken when I said you would enjoy dessert more...", he said with a grin. "I think it will be me that enjoys my dessert more than dinner." With that, he began to kiss me on my ankles and slowly moving his way up my leg. Kissing and nibbling as his moved closer to my pussy that he could see was nice and wet, ready for him. As he continued up my inner thigh, I began to feel his warm breath on my lips. He smiled to himself as he saw them swell even more than they already are. He hesitated for a moment and I caught my breath in anticipation of his touch but then quickly he pulled away and began his journey up my other leg. I moaned in excitement and anticipation. Slowly he nipped at my skin and kissed his way up my leg until he paused with his mouth just above my pussy. I reached down to try to pull his face into my wetness, but he caught my wrists in his hands and held them down on either side of my body. "Patience, little girl," Paul said sternly. "I will touch you when I want to." I was panting now, pleading with him to taste me. After watching me struggle with anticipation, he obliged. I felt his lips press against my pussy's lips as his tongue began to part them and taste the sweet nectar that was coming from deep inside of me. He lifted from my pussy and began to kiss each lip and flick his tongue across my clit. His tongue explored downward and teased my little rosebud. He blew his warm breath across my clit and enjoyed the way it was making me shiver with anticipation. Teasing and licking and nibbling all around my pussy was driving me crazy. I was shaking back and forth and pleaded for him to eat me. He rose up enough so that our eyes lock. At that moment, he pulled my wrists towards himself forcing my pussy hard against his face. His tongue lashed out and became a blur against my clit. It darted in and out of my pussy at incredible speed as though he tried to get every drop of my nectar into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around my clit as his tongue flicked across it and created a low hum in his throat. It was that action that caused me to fly over the brink. I began to shake and moan. It was all he can do to keep me still enough for him to lap up every drop of my cum as my pussy convulsed against his mouth. He continued to lap and lick and kiss me until my orgasm had subsided. Each kiss was now met with a small shiver of ecstasy from me. He stood and released his belt and pants. They fell to the ground and I lifted my eyes long enough to see that I had had a profound effect on him. His cock was hard and throbbing. It drips a small amount of his natural lubricant directly onto my clit and I shivered. He removed his shirt and stepped out of his clothes as his cock positioned itself directly against my still pulsating pussy. He grabbed my legs and positioned them straight up against my chest. As he pulled my waist toward him, his hardened cock slipped slowly into my waiting pussy. When I felt his thighs against my skin, he pressed forward and bottom out in my tightness. He let it sit there for a moment so that my tight pussy could become accustomed to this invader. He pulled back slowly, removing every inch of his shaft except the tip and then he began to thrust back into my waiting pussy. With each withdrawal and each thrust, he increased the speed. Soon his hard cock was slicing into my sweet little pussy at lightning speed. Faster and faster he pumped into me and I could feel his pelvic bone pounding against my clit. He reached for my hands and placed them over my breasts and he began to massage my nipples using my palms. As he pulled his hands away, he grinned, pleased that I continued to massage and play with my own tits as he fucked me harder and harder. As I played with my tits, he moved his hands to my pussy and his thumbs began to play with my swollen clit. No doubt he felt my pussy vibrate around his shaft each time he strummed my little clitty. My breathing became shallow which was a sign I am close. "Cum for me Danica. Cum all over that big hard cock buried deep inside of you". That was all I needed to go over the edge again. My pussy pulsated around his cock as I orgasmed hard. I reached for his neck almost doubling myself over as he wrapped his arms around me. The extra depth that his cock got in this position was more than he could handle. He drove deep inside me and exploded. His cum was jetting out like a fire hose as my still orgasming pussy milked every drop from his shaft. We stay motionless for a moment as our joined bodies continued to spasm and shake. He lifted me from the table and as his cock pulls out of me, he held me close and kissed my lips. "So my beautiful Danica, did you enjoy dessert?" Barely able to form words after that intense orgasm, I simply nodded as I rested my head against his chest. He kissed the top of my head as let me drift off to sleep. --------- I began to blink rapidly as I felt the warm sun shine across my face. Stretching my arms out, I noticed there was no one next to me. Sitting up slowly, I looked around to see an unfamiliar bedroom. Furniture was elegantly laid out as though it was a picture from a Pinterest. I assumed Paul brought me to a local hotel after I passed out. However, looking around, I couldn't see him. I walked over to the bathroom and no one was there.There wasn't even hotel bathrobes. Not being dressed, I did not think it was a good idea to just walk outside in the halls. I continued to examine the room and noticed my purse and dress were not there. Without my purse, I could not call him... He has to come back eventually. I decided to walk over to the window to get a sense of where I was but I could see other houses. This isn't a hotel... It's his house...He brought me home. Giddy that he actually brought me home, I decided it was safe to walk outside the bedroom doors, naked. Smiling, I walked down the hallway, noticing how amazing his wife decorated his house. I took the time to look at all the pictures of them together, their wedding, an anniversary, with their nieces and nephews since I knew he didn't have any children of his own...yet. Going downstairs, I figured he would be in the kitchen. I walked in the modernized kitchen and no one was there... Maybe he has an office in here? I wouldn't be surprised. Continuing to explore the large house, I found a closed door. I opened it slowly, unsure what was behind the door, and saw him at his desk. The room was more of a cigar lounge than an office. "Morning sleepy head," he said as he leaned back in his chair. "Morning, Sir." Noticing him looking up and down my naked body, I added, "I couldn't seem to find my clothes." "I noticed... Didn't bother looking in the closet?" Innocently, I shrugged and said, "I didn't think you would want me to." "Smart girl. Now, come here." I walked over to his side of the desk and sat on his lap.Cuddling on his shoulder, he began to tell me about his work. He was working on putting a local mobster in prison for all his past crimes. However, the mobster, James Pecora, was pleading incompetencey during the trail. Paul was on the prosecuting side trying to prove James was in fact competent enough to face the jury. However, James Pecora was known to kill anyone that tries to prosecute him or any of his men. Paul's colleague, Jeffrey, was trying to convince Paul to lie on the stand, fearing for Paul's life. "Danica if you go into this field, you cannot lie. No matter the cost," he said as though he was trying to convince not only me, but himself that what he was doing was right. "But... You may die telling the truth..." "And he will go to prison. Do you know how long the court has tried to lock him up?" Seeing the worried look in my eyes, he held me tighter, "I am not going anywhere, little girl. Let's discuss something else, like how I need you tonight." "Tonight?" "Yes. I am receiving an award for my latest research. I would like you to come with me." "Is that wise, Sir?" Shocked that I questioned him, I added, "I just mean that people know you are married... And not to a 22 year old." Smiling, "I want you there. I'll introduce you a my promising student. It's a great networking opportunity for you." Before he could say something else, we heard two women laughing as they casually walked into the office arm in arm. Paul had a grin on his face try as he watched me frantically look for something to cover myself. As they shut the door to his office, he grabbed me and pulled me close to him. "Relax baby girl, these are my two assistants, Jan and Stephanie...they were supposed to meet me here 2 hours from now. They are also two of my dearest friends and confidants in the world." Stephanie looked me up and down admiring my body and then looked at him and said "She is even more beautiful than you said, boss!" He grabbed me and kissed me passionately and smiled as he said "I know." I was slowly forgetting that I was standing there naked in front of these two women and relaxed slightly. Jan looked at Stephanie and told her to "roll her tongue back into her mouth" and then looks to you and says, "Don't mind her, she is a tried and true lesbian... she just is lusting after that cute little pussy of yours right now..." and with that she began to giggle. Stephanie blushed shades of red but does not denied it. "Now you two, what are you doing here? I told you to come in the afternoon," Paul asked. They whispered between themselves while I snuggles up to him trying to hide from their eyes. As Paul held me close to himself, I felt his cock hardening against my stomach and I looked up at him and smiled. Unfortunately, Jan noticed something was going on as well. "What's the matter boss? Is there a problem arising?" Stephanie chimed in "Let's see, let's see". "Please excuse us ladies so my Danica may return to our room," Paul said sternly. They whispered a bit more and looked at us both. "Danica, does our dear sweet boss eat pussy well?" I was stunned by the question, but decided to answer. "Why yes he does, very well," I said as I felt his cock jump at my answer. I looked up at him and smiled. "So well actually, I passed out last night after multiple orgasms." Both shocked at my response, they wanted to know more. "Boss, did you fuck that cute little pussy last night?" Stephanie asked. Becoming His Ch. 02 He looked at them sternly and with a slight anger in his voice he answered, "I had the pleasure of sliding my cock into my beautiful lady. Now... if you are through, get out immediately". The two women giggled as he made the mistake of pulling back from me and it became apparent that regardless of how mad he was, the closeness of my body had him rock hard and wanting me. "Here's the deal boss...we have always wondered what kind of lover you are but of course we know you would never do anything with someone that worked for you. Make love to Danica and let us watch! Please boss. Please." Jan and Stephanie both pleaded. I looked into his face and I saw the anger rising up inside of him. However, I gripped his hard cock in my hand and gave it a slow stoke up and down as I said, "It's ok Paul...it could be fun having an audience". He smiled down at me, "You want to live out that fantasy you told me earlier?" "Please, Sir... But if you don't want to, I understand." "You little vixen... I want you to myself. However, since you asked nicely, we will." He flashed an angry sneer at the two treacherous woman and then the smile returned his face as he looked into my eyes. He picked me up in his arms and hugged me close. His robe felt soft against my bare skin. "May I?" I asked as my hands go under his robe to rub his shoulders. He nodded as he kissed me deep and our tongues danced together. As I slowly took off his robe, my hands caressed his strong arms. The robe puddled around his feet and he lifted me up in his arms, allowing his cock to slide between my legs and rest against my pussy. I could feel my lubrication begin to coat his shaft. All the while, the two women were watching us, taking in the sight of the joy we had together. He carried me to the desk and sat me directly in front of his chair on the desk. He laid me back and then sat down as he brought his mouth close to my pussy. He flicked his tongue around my lips and smiled to himself as he heard the familiar mewing sounds come from my throat. From my position, although the image is upside down, I saw Jan lift her skirt and begin to rub her own pussy. Stephanie was massaging her breasts through her shirt and watching me intently as Paul slid his tongue deep into my pussy. He tried to send his tongue deeper and deeper while he let his finger tease my asshole. My clit was swollen and he couldn't resist sucking it into his mouth and letting his tongue dance across. I opened my eyes again to see both women now have their hands inside their panties and appear to be fingering themselves. At that moment, he slid a finger into my ass and two into my pussy. His mouth was attacking my clit. "Cum, Danica. Show these women a real orgasm." "Yes... Sir..." I moaned. I closed my eyes again as I began to shake and cum all over his face. While I was still climaxing, he lifted me into his arms from the desk and brought me over to a coffee table in front of his office couch. He placed me on all fours on the table and move behind me. Sternly, he commanded, "Sit down on the couch you two. It's time you saw how a real man makes love to a woman." They do as they are told, still fingering themselves as they sat. I felt the head of his cock teasing the lips of my pussy. I looked over my shoulder at Paul and smiled, then I looked directly at them and said, "Please Sir...Fuck my sweet pussy Master, slide that hard cock into me and fuck me like the whore I am." They watched with wide-open eyes as he began to send his hard cock deep into my tight pussy. He couldn't help but groan as he felt my tight hot tunnel grip his cock like a vise. In and out he slid his hard cock and soon I began to fuck back against him. The two have now both removed their panties and I was watching as they were fucking themselves with their hands as I felt his cock growing even harder inside me. Jan was the first to release. She came all over her hand and slumped into the couch. Paul continued to fuck me deep and hard. I tried to watch Stephanie, but the pleasure we felt from fucking is too much to stay focused. I close my eyes again. Faster and faster he rammed his hard cock into me. He grabbed both of my hips for leverage and this allowed him to go even deeper. My ass was slamming against his thighs when I felt my nipples being tweaked. It only took a moment to realize that Paul's hands were still on my hips. I opened my eyes to see Jan gently rolling my nipples between her fingertips. I looked at Paul, he looked back at me never missing a stroke. He nodded in acceptance and continued to drive into my sweet pussy. This sight was too much for Stephanie and she moaned out in climax. I closed my eyes again, enjoying the feel of Jan's fingertips on my nipples and his cock, pounding deep inside of me. After a few more strokes in and out, I felt a set of fingers massaging my clit as his cock slides back and forth past it. I looked back at Stephanie and winked as she fingered my clit.He began relentless at this point. His cock was a blur as he fucked his whore and his two assistants played with her nipples and clit. "Paul... I am gonna cum...please Sir, fuck me harder... make me cum on your hard cock." My words are like lightning to his soul because that moment, he increased his pace even more and I could feel the head of his cock swelling. I love that feeling since I knew that it means he was close himself. "Oh God Danica, my pussy is so tight and hot. Cum for me baby." The two women's fingers were a blur across my nipples and clit. I began to moan a deep guttural moan as my orgasm took over my body. I felt my pussy start to quake and then it radiated throughout my body until I was shaking from head to toe. I could feel the waves of my orgasm ripple through my pussy as it began to massage his cock like never before. Paul followed by exploding into me with such force that I could feel his cum blast over and over in the depths of my pussy. We fell exhausted to the floor in each other's arms still shaking from the orgasms. We must have passed out from the ecstasy because we woke together with Stephanie licking and lapping at my pussy while Jan was sucking and licking Paul's cock clean while bringing it back to full hardness. As Jan began to stroke my cock, she smiles and looked us both in the eyes "We decided that such a performance deserved an encore... so we cleaned you both up with our tongues. I guess we will see you later." "I assume you will be there tonight?" Stephanie asked with a wink. "Leave you two, we are not working today anymore," Paul said forcefully. With that, the two ladies left. Just seeing his forcefulness made my pussy wet again. Smiling at him, I said, "You are truly dominate, Sir, in all sense of the word." "Does it turn you on, little girl?" "Very much so, Sir." "You're mine." "Yours," I say as I kissed him passionately. --------------- I walked down the stairs in a strapless black dress, and our eyes met. I smiled down at him as he reached his hand to help me with the last of the stairs. He pulled me close, put his hand at the scoff of my neck, and kissed me. His other hand caressed my back as mine wrapped around his neck. He broke the kissed, still holding my neck, "You are beautiful, Danica... but you are missing one thing." With the hand that was on my back, he reached into his suit jacket and moved whatever was in there around. It sounded like loose change. "I am sorry, Sir. Should I have kept my hair up? Less makeup?" Shaking his head, he pulled out the little surprise. It was a string of silver balls. I looked at him curiously. "Ben wa balls," he said sternly. "Sit on the couch. Legs a parted," I moved to the couch as instructed but I was hesitant of these silver balls. They were about half the size of golf balls. He dangled them in front of me. Four silver balls on a string and I can only imagine the spot they are suppose to go in. "Open," he demanded as his fingers ran over my lips. I did. He put his thumb in my mouth and my natural instinct was to suck. "Good girl... Open wider." As I did, he inserted the balls, one by one. "Get them wet, slut." "Yesss Sir," I tried to say with my mouth full. He just chuckled at my efforts. He pulled on the string and took them out. Kneeling, he inserted two fingers into me. I moaned out of pleasure. He slapped my pussy, hard. I groaned. That was the first time he has done that. "I didn't do that for your enjoyment, slut. You moan only when it's meant for pleasure.Understand?" "Yes." He slapped it again. "Yes, what?" "Yes, Sir." "Seems your cunt enjoys these slaps," he smiled as he trailed his fingers around my outer lips, coating them in my juices. Reaching my opening, he slowly slipped the first ball in. I shivered to the coldness. The others soon followed until all four were inside. "Stand up," he instructed. As I do, I felt the balls move around inside of me. I felt full.. Completed... And naughty. I would have never guessed I would go out in public with a toy inside of me. I smiled at him as he watched me become accustomed to these silver invaders. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Feel like the dirty whore you are?" "Yes Sir. Very much." "Good. Our limo is waiting." Arm in arm, he escorted me to our white limo which was full of strawberries and champagne. "Paul," I said as I take in all around me, "this is too much. I should be treating you. You are the one receiving the award." Smiling, he kissed me as he said, "Your smile is enough to be my award." "How did we end up here? Why did you picked me?" Seeing the self doubt in my eyes, "Why are questioning this now Danica? I am about to take you out and introduce you to my colleagues." I shrugged, "I don't know... Just you can have any woman..." "Picked you because you are different than anyone else I met. I couldn't resist you. Danica, I understand you have insecurities, but Danica, " he said reassuring, taking my face in his hands, "I picked you." He kissed me hard. Pressing our foreheads together, "Now, let us go and enjoy tonight. This is just the beginning." "Yes, Sir," I said smiling. Paul reached forwarded and knocked on the screen divider. With that, we were on our way. ---- The ceremony took place at the Stanford Park Hotel, the place where we first crossed the line. Arms linked, we walked through the lobby and into the banquet room, everyone congratulating him along the way. I didn't want to impose on his spotlight so I stood behind him and smiling as he talked to his colleagues. Plus, I don't think I could hold a long conversation with someone since every step I took was followed by a tingle in my pussy and a throb from my clit. These balls moved around inside of me and one in particular is rubbing on my g-spot. I couldn't help but let out a low moan as I walked. Being the only hearing me, Paul smiled and winked at me. He winked at me... Our little secret. As I smiled to myself at his adorableness, I felt someone grab me from behind. I felt a warm breath on my neck and something hard... But it was near my ass like a cock should, it was higher on my back, chest level. Harden nipples. Once I heard her voice I knew who it was, "Have you two been naughty?" I let out a giggle as I turned around to face Stephanie and Jan, both with harden nipples. I simply nodded. Being the curious little vixens they are, Jan aske, "How so?" I leaned in closer so no one could hear me, "I have silver balls... Inside of me." "That's so fucking hot!" Stephanie said a little too loudly. Paul, who was talking in the group behind us heard and turned around. He rose his glass to us and grin, particularly at me. I watched him as he continued to talk and reach into his pocket. Continue to watch him, I knew he had something up his sleeves. All of sudden, the ball that was on my g spot began to vibrate. It was so low no one could hear but because of the location of the ball, I gasped. I reached out to Stephanie's shoulder and lower my head. Jan looked back at Paul grinning as he was watching me struggle to maintain my posture. "I haven't seen Dr. Morris smile this much before," she observed. Sarcastically I said, "It could because his whore is being tortured by a silver ball. " "His whore? You mean like... He pays you? I thought you were just his student he wanted to fuck," Stephanie said. After a good couple minutes of this, Paul decided to stop the vibrations, for now. I was finally able to compose myself. I then began to explain to the girls the situation, "I am only telling you this because Paul himself said you are his closest confidants. I am not his mistress, well technically I am since he is married, but I am more than that. He owns me." Jan crooked her head to the side, "Owns?" I nodded, "Owns me. Completely. I am his submissive." Wanting to know more, Stephanie chimed in, "You mean like BDSM?" "Shh, lower your voices. And yes, like BDSM. We aren't extreme... yet at least, but yes he is my dominant, my Master, my Sir as I am his sub, his whore..." I saw their eyes widen more and more and I decided to add more to this list, "...his personal fuck toy, his cum dumpster, his..." I was going to continue but I felt a hand on my bare back. "I think you about summed it up there babe," Paul said smiling. "Owned, submissive, cum-loving whore." Jan and Stephanie are dumbfounded by this revelation. They couldn't figure out what to say to us. Jan finally broke the silence by bluntly admitting, " I am so turned on right..." Stephanie nodded in agreeance, "You two... Your... Relationship is sexy as fuck." "Yes, she is sexy as fuck," Paul said. We all smiles and laughed at that. As we continues to stand there, Paul's hand crawled run my hand up and down to my front where my dress had a sexy slit. He exposed my flesh in plain view of the two women. "Careful boss, you're going to make... Your whore...moan again" Stephanie said jokingly. It turned me on hearing someone else call me his whore. Made me feel truly owned. "That's the plan...as many times as I want", Paul replied. -- We took our seats near the stage. Jan and Stephanie seat directly across from us. Paul casually places his hands on my thigh. Looking straight at the girls, he slipped his hands under the dress' slit and coated two fingers with my nector. Stephanie almost orgasms as we all watched Paul bring his fingers to his mouth and lick them clean. "Ummm, ummm, ummm... I love the way my whore tastes" Paul whispered to me which brings a fresh blush to my face. The evening continues as we ate, drank and teased each other throughout the event. Occasionally he would turn on the vibrating balls when I was trying to have a conversation with someone. I would continuously be squirming in my seat trying not moan in pleasure each time. All too soon, the event began to calm and Paul took my hand and places it on his arm as we started toward the car. I wobbled a little and giggled as the champagne has had more of an effect than I thought. Paul caught me multiple times and In that moment, it is as if no one else was around and we began to kiss passionately. Lips pressed against each other, arms wrapped holding us tight and our tongues dancing together in our mouths. Poor Michael, the limo driver, waited patiently with the door open until the world came back into our view. Jan and Stephanie yelled out, "Get a room!" in jest as they passed us on their way to their cars. "Who needs a room when you have the whole world to explore" Paul whispered in my ear as he helped me into the car. I didn't know what that meant at the time but I would soon find out. "Drive up the coast Michael. It's a beautiful night and we both love the view," Paul instructed. Michael put the car in drive and off we went. Paul rose the divider and pull me close to himself. He kisses every bare inch of my skin, sending shivers up and down my body. When Paul ran out of bare skin, he began to remove my dress and continued to kiss each newly uncovered of flesh. I began to moan each time his lips touched me, and that only spurred him on. He had me naked on his lap. I could feel the hardened cock pressing against my ass through his slacks. As I reached for it, he stopped me. I looked at him in disbelief for a moment before he whispered, "Later sweet one, right now I want to savor your body". He laid me across the bench seat and spread my legs. I saw the hunger in his eyes and I knew that he intended to have his favorite "dessert". Slowly, he pulled on the string having each ball slid out of me. He put them in his mouth and sucked on my juices. As he tossed them aside, he said,. "My whore tastes delicious, but I want to taste from the source." In a split second, I felt his tongue lapping at my sweet pussy, enjoying the lovely juices that were flowing from it. His tongue darted from my clit, to my lips, to diving deep inside of me and fucked me with his tongue. Over and over his tongue flew from one to the next until I could swore that he was licking sucking and lapping everywhere at once. No doubt he could hear my breath becoming shallow and feel my pussy begin to pulsate. He sucked my clit into his mouth and began to strum the very tip with his tongue while sliding two fingers deep inside that tight pussy and hook them to hit my G-spot. That was all it took to send me over the edge. "Cum for me," he demanded. The waves of orgasm started from where his tongue was administering to my clit and moved outward across my entire body. I was screaming at this point, "Yes Sir!! Yes, yes... Make your baby girl cum all over your face!!" He continued to lap up my sweet cum as I shook and contorted on the seat in orgasmic bliss. But just as i thought he was going to let me begin to calm, He attacked again. This time, there are three fingers buried in my tight pussy, fucking me, massaging my G-spot while He voraciously sucked and licked my clit. It was so hard and it was still vibrating from my orgasm. He sucked it into his mouth and nibbled on it just like he does to my nipples. My head was tossing back and forth. I was moaning and attempting to speak but the words were just gibberish at this point. My body rewarded him with another orgasm. This one was long and drawn out. I shook, moaned and Humped his face while mumbling "Yes, yes, eat me... God... Fuck... Fuck". As the waves of pleasure continued to wash over me, He licked every drop of my cum from my pussy. It was at that point that everything went dark... I had passed out from the pleasure... Paul opened the limo partition slightly and told Michael, "Head back to the house. It seems my baby girl has had a long night". "Yes Sir," said Michael, "but from what I was hearing, I bet she has a smile on her face from ear to ear." They both chuckled at that and he closed the window. He picked me up in his arms and sat me on his lap as the car heads towards his place. As he looked down at this woman in his arms, I whispered softly, "My poor little girl, doesn't she know there is a punishment for passing out on her master," a devious grin crossed his face. ------ Michael drove us to the house. Champagne, fine food and multiple orgasms still had the better of me, For my modesty in front of Michael, he took the time to re-dress me and as he just finished, Michael opens the door. "Would you take the keys and open the door for me?" he said as he handed them to Michael. He did as he was told and he scooped me up in his arms and carried me towards the door. "Would you like me to wait, Mr. Paul?" he asked. "No, that will be all tonight. Thank you Michael, enjoy the rest of your evening". He had a knowing grin on his face as he laid the keys on the table near the door and shut it behind him as he left. Becoming His Ch. 02 He carried me to his bedroom. He laid me the bed and slowly removed my dress. He stopped for a moment to enjoy the object of his desire.. I could feel his eyes on me as I slow came to. I wondered what he was thinking when he looked at me...my velvety skin, my perky breasts with those nipples he so love to suck and my hot little pussy that grabs hold of his cock and massages it so well... Or at least I hoped that's what he would think when looked at me. He moved around the room retrieving the items he needed to take care of my punishment. As soon as he returned to me, he took both of my hands and tied them together with the silk tie I bought for him earlier that week. He took another tie and tied my hands to one point on the headboard. Next, he took one of my legs and used on of the two pairs of handcuffs he owned and locked it on the corner of the footboard. He began to kiss and nibble on my legs as he locked me in place. He sat down on the bed next to my torso and began playing with my nipples. He rolled them in his fingers, tweak them occasionally and pulled on them until they were nice and hard for Him. I began to awaken. He continued to tease my nipples as he brushed my hair back from my face. I smiled as he looked at me. It was at that moment that he took his finger and flick each nipple roughly. The pain and pleasure that courses through my body wakes me completely. I looked around and tug at my restraints while looking at him with a slightly scared look in my eyes. We have talked about bondage but we haven't gone through with it until now. "It's ok baby girl. Don't be afraid," Paul said while running his fingers through my hair. "You had too much excitement today and it seems that you fell asleep on me... Do me think that was a nice thing to do?" I lowered my eyes in submission and softly said "No Sir, that was not nice". His hand slid down and cupped my right breast. He began to massage my whole breast in his hand as he continued, "I took you out to a nice place tonight... I allowed you to orgasm multiple times... And then me fell asleep while I was still licking the cum from your sweet little pussy". With that, he took his thumb and forefinger and began to pinch the nipple of the breast his was cupping. "I think you deserve to be punished for such rude behavior... don't you?" I looked directly into his eyes and I could see the lust growing in his as I answered, "Yes, Sir." He released my nipple and cupped my face in his hand. He caressed it slowly. Then moved it away. Suddenly heat illuminated from my face. He slapped me. Before he slapped my tits, my pussy, my ass... never my face. I mentioned it once in conversation that I would try it at least once but I wasn't prepared that it would be today. I was hesitant and didn't know how to react because my pussy began to tingle more as the pain waved through my body. It was as though he noticed my enjoyment and slapped me again. Then, he grabbed my throat and kissed me hard, biting on my lower lip. "You are mine, you hear?" he growled. I nodded. "I am going to use you like the whore you are. I treated you well and you fell asleep. Let's see if you fall asleep after this." He stood up from the bed and flipped me over to my stomach. He paused for a moment... I assumed to enjoy the sight of my tight little ass. I felt his hand begin to rub circles over my left ass cheek. "Hmmm... how should I punish such a rude young lady? Let me think." His hand continued to rub circles around one cheek and then the other. Without warning, he rose his hand and let it come down hard on my left ass cheek. It quickly turned bright red and I could feel the heat rising from it. "I just don't know... what should I do?" With that his hand rose again and landed squarely on my right cheek. It too turned a bright red. With both smacks, he immediately let his fingers slid down between my legs and teased my pussy lips. As he continued to "think" about my punishment, he continued to alternate between smacking my ass cheeks and letting his fingers slid down to tease my pussy lips. Over and over this continued. Every time He brought his fingers back from between my legs, they were coated with my juices. He began to draw circles on my ass with them feeling the heat from my cheeks on his fingertips. "I know, I bet a nice hot shower will help me figure out what to do." He moved to the side of the bed near my head and began to undress. He let each item drop slowly from his body until he was standing there nude. I could see his hard cock jutting out in front of him and naturally, I licked my lips. He lean over the bed to check to make sure my wrists were securely tied which placed his hard cock head just inches from my face. Before I had a chance to try to place it in my mouth, he stood again. "I can't have you moving about while I shower," he said as he grab my other leg and handcuff it to the footboard so that I was spread quite wide. He walked over to the drawer and picked something up. Without words he put the vibrator towards my mouth and I knew to open. Like the good girl I was, I sucked on it until he removed the phallus from my mouth. He moved to the foot of the bed and slowly placed it under me so that just the tip has slid into my tight little pussy. He turned it on at its lowest setting and headed towards the bathroom. He stopped just before entering and turned to face me. "Be a good girl now. You knows the rules." I heard the shower start and tried to ignore the intruder in my pussy. However, it did not take long before I felt that tingle begin to start. The slow methodical hum in my pussy was beginning to drive me crazy. It was taking me to the brink but it was not enough to make me cum. I was getting more and more excited, but I just couldn't go over the edge. I knew the rules... No cumming until he said so but this was torture. I could feel my orgasm build. It was right there... On and on this nasty little toy hummed away but it would not let me release. I tried to shove it in further by pushing down against the bed. But, that just made it worse. All the while I could hear him in the shower. As the dirty little toy buzzed away in my pussy, I began to whimper and wish that I could just cum. Take note Danica.. No falling asleep! Damn it! This is too much!! I tossed my head back and forth and it was at that moment that I realized the water has stopped. I opened my eyes and saw Paul standing there watching. "Please Sir...Please Master... take it out or make me cum!! I can't take it anymore." I rarely called him Master and seeing him standing there cool and dominantly turned me on more. I knew that he knew he owns me but calling him Master took it to the next level. "Say it again." I knew what he wanted to hear. Almost breathless I said, "Master, please." I watched as he closed his eyes, taking in the words. He walked toward the bed. I could see his cock was harder than ever as he kneeled on the bed. It seemed as I melt to the word, "Mine," "Master" had the same effect on him. I wished he told me earlier. He said nothing and make no move to stop the vibrator from doing its job. "Please... Master," I begged, "Please let me cum." He lifted himself above my body and slowly lowered himself so that the head of his hardened cock was just barely parting my tight little asshole. All I could do was mutter,"Please, please, please..." over and over again. He slid just the head inside my ass and I realized from the ease that he had entered me that he had his cock coated with lube already. "Oh my God..." I moaned. Ever so slowly, he continued to slide his hard cock inside of my ass. Inch by inch until he was completely inside. "Fuck! Oh God... FUCK!," I was screaming as his dick spreaded my ass and the vibrator pulsates inside my pussy. With his weight on me, the vibrator was pressed tightly against my clit and continued to buzz away. "Master... please... fuck... please" I almost cried out in my desperation to orgasm. "Whore, there is one thing you have neglected to say" he moved his cock ever so slightly in my ass. "I don't believe I have heard you apologize for falling asleep on me." Immediately I began to apologize and begged for release over and over. "That is all I needed to hear." Still tied to the bed with his cock buried deep in my ass, I felt him reach under me. He slid that big vibrator deep inside of me and turn it on high. "Cum, slut," was all he said and that was I needed to hear. I began to moan as he started to withdraw his cock from my ass and then slammed it back in. I was cumming almost immediately as the vibrator has had me so close for so long. However, he was far from done. Over and over I felt his cock slam into my tight ass as the vibrator continued to hum away. In and out of me, faster and faster his cock moved. The pressure from his cock and the vibrator inside me simultaneously was driving me insane with pleasure. I was now just making mewing sounds as wave after wave of orgasm rocked my body. He leaned forward to increase the pressure of the vibrator inside my pussy and began to fuck my ass like a jackhammer. "That's it you dirty anal lovin' whore, take that hard cock in my ass, make it explode inside of you." He continued to pump faster and faster as I was gripping at the bed sheets and trying to fuck back against the throbbing cock inside my ass.As another intense wave of orgasm washed over my body so did he. He moaned in pleasure, "That's it Danica, that's it whore... take your Master's cum in your ass." I felt his cock explode deep inside of me as jet after jet of his hot cum filled my ass. As he continued to release his cum deep inside of me, he held me tightly and wrapped his arms around me. As the last of his cum empties into my ass, he reached above me and untied my wrists. He reached beneath me and turned off the vibrator and removed it from my sore pussy. His fingers slid between my pussy lips to get a taste of my cum causing me to shiver. He reached down and unlocked my legs and then position himself so that my naked body was curled up against his. Not wanting to fall asleep on him again, I slowly asked, "May I sleep, Master?" He kissed me on the forehead and held me close to him. He whispered in my ear, "Lesson well learned... You may." -------- Stretching in the empty bed, I woke up to the noise of the shower. Smiling to myself, I decided to get up and join him in the shower for a morning delight but I heard noises downstairs. I creeped out to the door and stuck my head out to get a glimpse of who was here. All of sudden I heard her... "Paul! I am home early." I panicked. It was her... His wife. I had no idea how much she knew about me. Yes, they agreed to an open marriage recently but has she taken a lover? Does she even know about me? I went to the bathroom door to knock but there was no answer. I wasn't surprised because of how big the bathroom was and how he usually showers with some music in the background. As I rushed around the room to get dressed, I heard her continue to talk, "You won't believe what Claire did during the trip. She got straight up drunk the first night and during her presentation she was slurry over her words! Can you believe that, darling?" Darling? Ew... don't call him that. He isn't your pet. He is a man! No wonder he wasn't satisfied with you. I continued found my panties but since I just had my dresses I have been wearing since the beginning of the weekend, I grabbed one of his shirts. I didn't dare look through her side of the closet. I put some sweats on as well. Now... where to hid? I couldn't go outside... Closet? But she will have to come put her suitcase up here... under the bed? But what if she sits on it? Ugh! Why didn't he prepare me for this! Getting on the ground, I army crawled under the bed. "Paul, dear, we still need to plan our spring break plans. I am on call Sunday and Monday, but I will have the residence take over," she continued as though he was listening. The door opened and there she was. Being the hospital's chief OB/GYN and top neonatal surgeon in the country, she had a domineering personality. You could hear it in her tone. She saved babies lives every day, therefore she was God in her mind. Her elegance radiated off her flawless pant suit. She looked her age but she was beautiful. Taking her luggage to the closet, she still continued, "How is your case? Did Jeffrey convince you to lie yet? Seriously darling, it is not about the money." Obviously not. They had enough money for two lifetimes. "I don't want you in danger... Who cares if you lie on the stand? Just say he is incompetent and it will be done with. Seriously, we do not need our names in the headlights for this." No because you rather them talk about your latest research discovery and promote you and only you... Selfish bitch. He may be in danger but he was doing the right thing. I bit my lips to stop me from confronting her and showing her what type of woman he needed. She came out to the center of the room and looked around. I made sure to hide my dresses and heels in between his pile of laundry. "Where is that maid? Did she not come in this weekend? The room is a mess!" she complained as she walked around straightening the room up. Only if she knew... Finally the water turned off. I wondered if he heard her. I wish I grabbed my phone to text him but I left it by my heels on accident. Damn it! He opened the door, looked down as he was adjusting his towel, and said," Who wants to..." He stopped himself when he saw her sitting on the bed... Yes, she sat on the bed that I was hiding under. "When did you get home?" he asked as he examined the room, obviously looking for me. "Couple minutes ago. You didn't hear me?" She got up from the bed... Thank God... and went to hug him. It was a very awkward hug. "Did you see anyone here?" he asked confused of where I was. "You mean the maid? Not at all! Where is she? She is scheduled to be here at 10 on Sundays." "Ya..." he moved around the room, looking in the closet. "What are you doing?" He coughed and said, "Nothing... Nothing. How was the trip?" She repeated the story about Claire and her questions about their spring break. Then it got on the topic of the case. He stood his ground saying he wasn't going to lie and he would take whatever danger would come his way. That's my man! Being strong and firm. As she walked into the closet, I waved my hand from the bed so he could see me. He couldn't help but laugh. He signaled for me to come out. I shook my head saying no. He mouthed to me to come there now. I knew I had to listen... As much as I didn't want to. I crawled out before she came back. I stood by him, wearing his sweats and shirt that was obviously too large for my petite body. This was going to be awkwarrrrd. I really don't know why he made me come out. It's not like we were going to be besties. She walked out of the closet to the main room and stopped herself mid sentence. "Paul? Who is this... your midlife crisis whore?" "We agreed to an open marriage, Julie. This is my Danica," he said firmly. I gave her a weak smile. I didn't know what else to do. "And you thought that meant to go fuck a child? Dear, are you even legal?" I hated the way she called me dear, as though I was a child. "I'm 22." "And you know he is 45? Practically twice your age." "I'm aware," looking back, I realize I should have stopped there. But I didn't, "I'm also aware I satisfy him in ways you obviously couldn't." "Excuse me?" She said as she walked closer to me. Rudely, I spoke very slowly just to annoy her, "I... Satisfy... Him." "We have been married for 18 years. I'm sure I satisfy more times than you have." "I highly doubt that," I said sarcastically but before I could go on, Paul grabbed my wrists and stopped me. "Julie, you came up with the terms. I am following them. You did God knows what with the pool boy. I at least have the respect towards you to introduce you to Danica." "You mean to your whore," she said. "That's enough," Paul demanded. "Danica, go downstairs and make us some breakfast." Without having to be told twice, I made my ways downstairs. I heard his footsteps behind me. He stopped in his tracks and turned to her, "By the way, you can do whatever you want during my spring break. I am not going to be here." "And where will you be?" she asked snarky. "With Danica, on the island." Shocked, she asked, "Our island?" "Yes. I am sure the pool boy will stop by between your hospital shifts." "Paul!" she shouted from the top of the stairs. "No Julie. I am with her and that's it. You didn't want to make scene by getting a divorce so we didn't. Danica is mine and I will take her where I please." I smiled to myself. Damn straight, 'darling,' I am his. "This isn't the end of the discussion Paul! Come back here!" "Oh, Julie, we have stopped discussing things when you put that boy's dick in your mouth. I'll be out the rest of the day after we have breakfast." Standing by the doorway as I open the fridge to examine what to make him, I smiled innocently and asked, "The island?" He nodded, "The island." Giddly, I asked, "What should I bring?" "Nothing. I'll take care of you, as I promised." I smiled at him. Reaching for the container of eggs, I said, "Yes you do, Sir. Yes you do.." He came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and whispered in my ear, "Who needs a room when you have the whole world to explore?" My eyes widen as I recalled him saying that to the girls earlier. We are going to explore the world together. He added, "This is just the beginning." ***** Chapter 3 is in the works. Feedback & comments are welcomed. Thank you for reading! Becoming His Ch. 02 "Yes. I cannot enter a human's home without an invitation." "Wow. Every time?" "No. Only once, unless the invitation is revoked." Whoa. This is so crazy! I can't get over how much is similar to vampire fiction stories. As usual, I still have more questions. "So, you can come in here whenever you want now?" "Essentially, yes. Doesn't mean I will, but there is no longer a barrier preventing me from doing so." "Unless it's revoked, right?" "Yes. You could revoke my invitation by saying exactly that. Anyone could, but they would obviously need to know to say so." I guess that's good to know but I can't imagine doing it. I don't want him to leave. Obviously he would have to at some point with the whole sun issue thing, but I won't force him to. I don't know what would happen if I revoked it while he was still in the apartment but I don't really care right now. It feels like hours upon hours have passed since I got home but the clock shows that it's only quarter to ten. I'm so exhausted. Alexander asks, "Are we done with the questions for now?" I nod. I'm done. I'm too tired to think and analyze and wonder. He smiles and says, "Good." Immediately after saying that one word he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against mine. Oh. The gentleness lasts only a second before he leans further into the kiss and parts my lips with his tongue. I think I forgot how good this feels. When I respond with my own tongue he pushes himself up over me and lowers me back onto the pillows without breaking our kiss. I can feel the length of his body along mine and the gentle yet firm pressure of it on top of me. His tongue is dancing around my mouth and I revel in the coolness and simple taste of him. My body instantly comes to life and a gentle humming of excitement spreads through me. I don't have to wait long before I can feel the proof of his excitement as well. I wrap my hands around his head and pull him tighter against my mouth. I need more of him. Our kiss is turning more and more passionate and he has pushed his body between my legs. Without even thinking about it, I wrap both legs around his waist and lock my ankles at his back. It's like I'm starving and he's the only cure. One of his hands slides down my body and grabs my ass. With that one hand he pulls my hips tighter against him and I feel the hardness of his erection press into my jeans. A small moan escapes me as the seams of my denim press against his. He repeats the motion and I roll my hips against him. Pressing into me again he breaks our kiss and looks into my eyes as he quietly says, "Why can I not resist you?" I don't know why I can't resist him either. I push my hips up into him and moan again at the friction it causes inside my pants. He matches each of my hip movements with his own and we watch each other give into the sensations. I feel his hand leave my ass and slide up over the top of my jeans to the button. With quick fingers he undoes both the button and zipper in one quick motion. I assume he's going to remove my pants so I lower my legs from around his waist but instead, he slides his hand inside them. At the feel of his hand running over the top of my mound and down to cup me I let a low moan out and spread my legs as wide as the jeans will allow. I swear it's like I crave his touch. I want it so badly that it's like needing a drug and you'll do anything to get it. I grind myself against his hand through my panties and hope he doesn't stay outside them too long. He doesn't. In a swift move he pulls his hand out and slips it beneath the thin fabric of my pink thong and runs his hand down my slit. My entire body shudders at the feel of him. I've been missing this, wanting this all week. The coolness of his fingers is in such contrast to my building heat and I can feel how wet I am already at the ease of movement he has when he slides up and down my lips. Our eyes are still locked on each other and I see his fangs emerge from his mouth. I bite my own lip when he traces my opening with one finger and runs more of my juices up and around my clit. I fight the urge to shut my eyes. I want to see him. My breathing has taken off and each one is shallower than the last. I'm moaning and rocking my hips below him. As I feel his fingers begin to move in increasingly faster circles on my hot bud I suddenly realize this isn't what I want. I want him! I cry out for him to fuck me as I try to push his hand away. His eyes seem to darken in an instant and I watch as he quickly moves up on his knees and yanks my pants off my body in one pull. It was so abrupt and fast it almost stung as the denim flew across my skin. Just as quickly his jeans are gone and so is whatever he was wearing below them. I never saw. I barely even get a glimpse of him between his legs when he suddenly rips my panties into two pieces and throws them aside. It all happens so fast that it almost seemed like it took no time whatsoever. He lifts me up and pulls me to him where he is kneeling on the bed. In a fluid motion he positions me above his erect penis and thrusts up into me. I cry out and drop my head back. He has both arms around my holding me in front of him above the bed and my legs are resting on either side of his. He is thrusting himself in and out of me while moving my body up and down and all I can do is hold onto him. My mind is lost in the feel of him inside of me again. I'm moaning almost constantly as I ride up and down on his penis. He's fangs are fully elongated and shining in the lamp light and their presence seems to drive me further to the edge. His eyes are so dark they could be mistaken for black. We're fucking so hard I can barely breathe and I can feel every inch of me on the verge of explosion. I hear myself cry out sharply and I grip into his shoulders when it hits. It's like a tidal wave charging through me. My head drops backwards and I'm practically blind in ecstasy. My own voice gives out on me after several long cries and my body is racked with deep convulsions as my orgasm rips through each and every muscle. I can feel my body clenching around his penis and his groans are filling my head. He slams into me once more and reaches his finish with one long sound I can't even describe. I'm suddenly on the bed and I don't really know if he placed me down or if I just simply fell back. I'm still trying to catch my breath. Damn. That was intense! Finally I manage to open my eyes again and find Alexander on his back beside me. I'm so exhausted I can barely even roll onto my side to face him. It's only now that I realize I still have my t-shirt and bra on and he's still in his sweater. How did I not notice that before? Alexander laughs a little and wraps his arm around my back and pulls me against him. He runs his hand up and down my bare arm below the edge of the short sleeve fabric and I shiver at my still sensitive skin. I can't keep my eyes open when I hear him speak, "You need sleep. Don't fight it." I sigh a little but insist I can't go to sleep because of the party. Huh. This is the first time I've even thought of the party in a while and I can still hear the loud music. Clearly no one heard us. He slips out from under my head and puts his pants on. He leans down and whispers, "I'll be rid of them then." What? Oh no! I sit up too fast and make my head swim for a moment. He's back by the side of the bed and lowers me back down while pulling the comforter up over me. He tells me to sleep but I tell him repeatedly he can't hurt anyone. I hear him crack up in laughter as he sits beside me on the bed. When he finishes he says, "I'm not going to harm anyone. They won't even know I'm there, only that the party has reached its end. I do not attack humans for no reason. Now, rest. I'll be back in a moment." He was out of the room before I could say anything else. It might have been a bit silly to assume he would hurt the people out there. What did I think he was going to do? Commit mass murder in my living room so I could sleep? Stupid. Still, I'm curious how this is going to play out. The music is abruptly cut off and I hear Breanne loudly telling everyone the party is over. She's so insistent. I hear her repeatedly telling people to leave and I hear no protests from the guests. Then only silence. A moment or two passes before Alexander walks back into the room and flips the light off. Once he climbs into the blankets beside me and presses himself against my back I ask him how he made Breanne tell everyone to go. He wraps his arm around me tightly before answering, "I made her decide. She never even saw me. She's now in her room and the apartment is secured. I may have also forced her to decide not to throw late night parties any longer." No more parties? Awesome! Who knew having a vampire around would be so handy? He plants little kisses along the side of my neck and says, "I'm happy I could be of service." I can't help but laugh. Sleep is pulling me down but I don't want this to be over yet. After a few more kisses he says, "I will stay while you sleep if you like. At least until I must leave before dawn." I whisper I want do him to stay and he gives me a little squeeze. I hear him say, "Then I will." I sigh, contented. As I drift further he begins to speak softly, "This is very new for me, Leila. I tried to stay away for your sake. I fought the desire to see you and it nearly drove me mad. It was your fear that brought me here tonight but I suspect I would have come sooner or later. It seems I cannot give you up even though I should." I sigh again and whisper that I don't want him to. He tenses before saying, "You don't know what you're saying." I try to roll around to face him but he doesn't let me shift. I tell him that I do know. I don't want him to give me up, as he put it. I spent the last week going crazy with the need to see him. I don't want him to disappear again. As I finish, he gives me a squeeze and says, "We have a lot to discuss then. Sleep now." The next morning I awake to an empty bed and a somewhat sore body. Sex with Alexander is distinctly two things; amazing and exhausting. Sex was never like this for me with either of my previous two boyfriends. I definitely never had orgasms the way I do with him and was never left so sore and drained of energy. More importantly I was never left so thoroughly sated either. Is it because he's a vampire? I don't know for sure but I suspect it is. Maybe he's just more experienced but I think it's being the creature he is that gives him the stamina and power to fuck us into oblivion. A shiver runs through me just at the thought. Despite knowing he couldn't be here in the morning it was a little disappointing to no longer have his arm around me. I wonder when he left. After lying around in bed for far too long I finally force myself up and get ready for another day at work. I'm so glad it's finally Friday! It's been a long week. In the shower I have a vague thought that I should probably be upset about the events of the party last night with that creep and almost witnessing a death but it seems so unimportant. I don't bother to linger on that very long. I end up rushing through the rest of my morning routine after wasting even more time in the shower daydreaming. It's only on my way out to my car that I finally check my phone and find a message from a number I don't recognize. It reads: *May I see you tonight? -- Alexander* Oh! So he did save my cell number. The time stamp says he set it at a little past six am. So he sent it right before sunrise. I can't help but smile. I was a bit nervous I would have to wait another five days before he would show up again. I quickly type out a response even though I know he won't see it until much later, *Yes. I'm out of work at 6. Your house or mine?* Work sucks. My job itself is fine but it's hardly exciting. I spend hours upon hours answering phones, directing visitors to the appropriate office, and scheduling meetings for perspective clients. It's boring on a good day. Today, I'm far too distracted to be much use. I'm caught daydreaming by several clients that approach my desk and blush when I finally realize they're there. This is a problem. One very nice older woman catches me and gives me a smile when I struggle to act like I'm on top of everything. Before I even have a chance to apologize she says, "Do not worry, my dear. I know that look. Sometimes men have a way of driving us to distraction. Enjoy it while you can! One day you'll be too old like me and have only memories to sustain you." She ended with a little wink and patiently waited for the information she needed. I quickly check her in and direct her down the hall. I'm much more careful after that. Two long meetings later and a busy afternoon of endless clients I finally get a chance at a break. While in the break room drinking tea I hear my cell buzz on the table. I'm shocked to see its Alexander until I realize it's almost five. Oh yeah, time change. I'm really going to have to get the sunrise and set times down if I'm going to spend time with him. I open the message up and read. Alexander: *I find I enjoy rising to a message from you. Another first.* Oh! I glance around the break room but the other two people in here with me aren't paying any attention. I have a few minutes to talk so I put my tea down and answer. Me: *I liked it too. :) What time did you leave?* Alexander: *I'm happy to hear that. After 4am. I didn't want to wake you.* Wow. I had no idea he would stay for so long. What did he do, just watch me sleep? Sounds boring. Me: *Weren't you bored watching me sleep for hours?* Alexander: *I have not been bored a single moment I've spent with you.* Me: *Are you always this sweet over text?* Alexander: *I have never been accused of being sweet. I'm unsure what to think of it.* Uh oh! I hope that didn't piss him off or anything. I scramble for something to say but he sends another before I have a chance. Alexander: *Yet another first with you. You seem to bring out quite a few new things in me. It's intriguing.* Oh! Ok then. I glance at the time and realize I have to get back to my desk in a few minutes. It's disappointing. Me: *Well, I like it! I have to get back to work soon though.* Alexander: *Ah. When shall I pick you up tonight?* Me: *Um. If we're going to your house again maybe I should drive there. That's too long of a drive for another cab ride.* That cab was far too expensive at almost a forty-five minute drive from his door to mine. My bank account will surely object to another one of those trips! Alexander: * I'm staying in my apartment in the city. About 10 minutes from you.* Me: *You have two homes??* Alexander: *In this area, yes. I will explain later if you wish.* I think that's my hint he doesn't want to explain over text. It makes me wonder what I should and should not say. I assume anything about being a vampire would not be appreciated. Shit. I have to go. Me: *Ok. I have to go. I still want to drive to you though.* Alexander: *Very well. I will send you the information later. Will around 8pm be a good time for you?* Me: *Yes. :)* I quickly clean up my still full mug of now cold tea and hurry to my desk. I quickly toss my phone in my drawer without a chance to see if he said anything else. There are clients waiting. An hour or so later I'm finally free from work until Monday morning and for the first time in a while I'm excited about the night ahead. Usually when everyone else is looking forward to their weekend I'm just hoping my roommates leave me alone and expecting to spend my time watching TV and other things around the house. Not tonight! Once home I quickly shower and blow my hair out straight. It's when I go to my closet that I hesitate. I have no idea what I should wear! He's only ever seen me in three things; my costume, jeans and a t-shirt, and in one of his shirts. What does one wear to go see a vampire? I hardly think this is a question most girls have to worry about. Frustrated, I toss on a robe and make myself a quick dinner instead. When I head back to my closet my phone dings from my bed and it's him. The message has his address and a garage code. Hmm. I wasn't expecting that. I look from the closet to the phone a few times. Screw it! Plopping down on my bed I send him a message. Me: *Garage code?* Alexander: *Yes. Garage code. A keypad is at the entrance. Park in the spot with my apartment number.* Me: *Ok then. I'm not ready though. Having a girl problem -- no clue what to wear!* Alexander: *You make me laugh, Leila.* I think that's his equivalent to saying "lol" or a smiley face. I think I would laugh my ass of if he actually sent either of those things. It would seem so odd. Another message quickly follows the other. Alexander: *What are you wearing now?* Me: *A robe.* Alexander: *I see no problem. Wear that.* Wow. I should have seen that coming somehow. Me: *I am NOT wearing just a robe! You're crazy.* Alexander: *Perhaps. Wear whatever you like, you will not be in it long.* Oh! I literally bounce with excitement. With new motivation I go back to my closet and decide on skinny jeans and an off the shoulder white sweater. I toss two extra pairs of panties into my purse just in case he decides to rip them apart again. Finding the torn pieces around my bedroom today was just strange. No one has ever literally ripped clothing from me before. If he keeps that up I'll have to go shopping. Just as I finish throwing some boots on Jessica bursts into my room talking about some party she apparently is expecting me to go to. In hindsight, I should have prepared some type of answer as to where I was going if my roommates asked me but I didn't even think about it. I should have known better. Seeing me getting ready to go somewhere without them is instant twenty questions about what I'm doing and why they're not included. Sigh. It only takes Jessica a few seconds to notice I'm clearly not doing my typical Friday night and she literally stops mid-sentence to question it. She gives me a confused look, "Did I already tell you about this party?" I shake my head no and say I'm not going to any party. Now she looks shocked and follows me out of my room and down the hallway. Her voice trails behind me, "Well then where are you going? You never go out. Where are you going?" See how annoying this is getting? She can't even handle not knowing what's going on for two seconds. Sighing again as I put my coat on I simply say I'm meeting a friend. She just blinks at me, then says, "What friend?" Ok, now I'm getting really tired of this. I tell her she doesn't know them and she narrows her eyes at me. I highly dislike this girl. Telling her it's a guy will only make this worse so I say it's someone from work. She gives me a look that says she doesn't fully believe me. I don't care. I blow out of the apartment while tossing a bye over my shoulder before she has a chance to question me further. I hear her call my name a couple times but I ignore it. After around fifteen minutes and two wrong turns my GPS manages to finally direct me to the apartment building matching the address Alexander gave me. It's impressive. I've never been in this particular part of Boston since moving here. The building is very tall and looks quite new. Very new, actually. It honestly looks like a hotel. Finding the garage was simple and sure enough a keypad was waiting for me. Maneuvering the car next to it I punch in the four digit code from Alexander's text message and two quick beeps sound in response. Slowly, the door in front of me opens and I descend into the underground garage. Following the one way arrows I locate an empty spot next to the Mercedes he drove me in last week. After parking I make my way over to the elevators and push the button for his floor. According to the elevator, it's the penthouse. Um. Nerves bloom in my stomach. I had already seen he had money based on the car and house, but this is just a bit over the top. Becoming His Ch. 02 In moments I'm rising through the floors of the building and wondering what his actual apartment will be like. Even the elevator is extravagant so I can only guess. My phone chirps about halfway up as a woman and small fluffy white dog that joined me from garage exit to their floor. It's Alexander again with instructions to input yet another code when I arrive at his floor. More codes? Jeez. Once I reach the top floor a screen lights up above the button panel asking for a five digit code. I carefully enter it on the touch screen and the doors glide open upon my finish. What the hell would have happened if he didn't give me that in time? Would I just be standing in the elevator like an idiot? This is seriously more complicated than I ever imagined and I'm not even officially here yet. At the end of short hallway is a double door with the numbers '2501'. I can't believe I'm so nervous! Suddenly the door in front of me opens. Ok. Guess I don't even need to knock. Maybe it's that whole sensing me thing. I don't know. What I do know is the look he's giving me manages to melt the nerves and make every inch of me tense in anticipation. He looks hungry and I'm confident it isn't for blood. He smiles at me with a large grin in reaches out to pull me through the doorway and against him. Wow. Not wasting any time then. Using our bodies to shut the door I'm pushed up against it with him pinning me in place. He's running one hand along my side and the other is resting on the door a bit above me when he begins talking, "Did you have any trouble finding your way?" I say no. He nods. His hand moves up and traces along the neckline of my sweater. He continues, "Have you eaten already?" His hand is very distracting as it dips a bit below the fabric and traces along my skin. I nod. I hear him say, "Will you stay tonight?" My sweater is dipping lower as he runs his hand down the center of my chest to the top of my breasts. What did he say? Oh, if I'll stay. I say yes. He smiles, "Good. A tour then?" Just like that his hand is gone from my sweater and wrapping itself around one of mine. What a tease! He gives me a quick smirk and leads me away from the door by my hand. Fine. I could play hard to get if I need to. I know he heard me but he doesn't react. He guides me through the apartment as I'm quickly distracted by the surroundings. From the stainless and glass kitchen to the massive wall of windows facing out to the city in the living room, it's all impressive. Everything is so modern and cleanly designed. It's beautiful. Modern furniture populates the rooms and some look more comfortable than others. We head down a hallway where we find a glass counter topped bathroom, a masculine but still modern home office, two spare bedrooms equally well furnished and eventually the master bedroom. I don't know what he does to earn his money but he's clearly not wanting for anything. A lush looking bed dominates the room followed by an adjoined bathroom and massive fully stocked closet. The man has more clothes than a department store. We don't linger in the bedroom long before heading back out to the kitchen which he proceeds to show me he had stocked with what he called 'human food'. He really went all out with everything from fruit to meats and anything in between plus juices, wines, and even a carton of milk filling his kitchen. Wow. He did all of this for me? He looks at the food like it's a completely foreign thing to him, which I suppose it is. He has been drinking nothing but blood for over seven hundred years after all. He tells me he had the concierge arrange for the delivery and his hope is that it's sufficient. Uh, yeah. I couldn't eat all this food in two weeks let alone one night. It's sweet though. He's trying to make sure I'm comfortable including having the heat on which I noticed as soon as I came in. I question him about the concierge though as once again it seems as if we're in a hotel. We're not, apparently. It's part of the services and amenities of this building which apparently also include a fully equipped gym, yoga studio, coffee lounge, dog grooming and a lounge with a billiard table. This is not what apartments are like where I'm from. This is just... insane. Especially since all of this is on top of the house he took me to last time. Speaking of, I'm about to ask him about the two homes less than an hour apart and what exactly he does for work. I barely get half of the sentence out when suddenly his phone rings and he glares at it angrily. He groans before answering it and listens. I don't think its good news and I get increasingly more uncomfortable. Looking for something to do I pretend to fish around in my purse and eventually pull a bottle of water from the fridge. His body tenses and the anger pulsing off of him is like a presence in the room. Now he's yelling in some language that doesn't sound at all familiar and I wonder what could have happened. Abruptly he hangs up and tosses the phone onto the glass counter. It bounces and rattles loudly. He drops his head and leans both hands on the counter. Something is definitely wrong. The happy and excited Alexander has been replaced with an angry and possibly worried version. Ok, now I'm starting to freak out. He finally speaks, "We have a problem. I have no idea how I'm going to explain all of this." He runs his hand through his hair before placing it back on the counter. He continues, "My prodigy did something fucking idiotic and now he's on his way here so I can clean up his mess. I don't understand what his.." What the hell is he talking about?! I cut him off mid-sentence. "Wait, what? What are you talking about?" "I'm sorry. I have so little time. He's a young vampire I turned. Meaning I'm his "parent" as humans call it. I created him. Therefore he is under my control, to a point anyway. " Holy shit! He has a vampire child? Or what did he call it? Oh, whatever! He starts talking again. "Yes. Child isn't far off considering how stupid he has become. He gets himself into these avoidable situations and now he has accidently killed a human." He stops and looks at me. My eyes must be as wide as saucers and I can feel panic rising inside of me. Killed someone? And he's coming here? Oh god! I take a step back into the counter behind me. Yup. This is panic. Alexander moves fast and is in front of me with his hands on each of my arms. He starts talking quickly, "Leila! Relax. Please. You are not in danger. He will not harm you. I won't allow it. He would never touch or harm what is mine. I said he is under my control and he is. He must obey what I command. It's not a choice. He cannot choose not to." What? I take a couple deep breaths and spin his words around my head. He has to obey? What the hell is that? But somehow I know Alexander means it when he says he won't let this vampire of his hurt me. I realize putting so much faith in someone I've known for such a small amount of time is crazy but really, what could I do about all of it now anyway? I'm calming down some and Alexander is gently stroking the sides of my arms. He asks if I want to sit and pulls out a bar stool from under the counter and I gladly take it. There's always some new crazy ass thing to take in when it comes to him isn't there? Will this ever be not insane and shocking? I'm with a vampire, how could it? Standing in front of me he starts talking again, "I was planning to do this tonight anyway, but not in such a rushed way. I must teach you to block my kind from reading your thoughts. I do not want him or the vampire bringing him here to be able to hear you that way. I need you to focus, Leila. Can you do that for me?" Whoa! I can block such a thing? Wow. I never even considered that to be possible. I just assumed it was a pitfall of being with a vampire. The idea of this so called stupid vampire and his friend seeing through my head is a terrible thought. Ok. Get a grip! I take a deep breath and tell him to teach me. He gives me a small sad smile. He strokes a piece of my hair away from my face and says, "I have to admit, I will miss hearing your inner musings. But I decided if we are to spend time together it's only fair that you be able to keep your thoughts to yourself, if you so wish." After giving me a gentle kiss he pulls back and asks me to close my eyes and clear my mind. I do as he says but with the impending visitors it's hard to accomplish the second task. His voice is calm but firm, "You must. Empty your mind." Another deep breath. Ok. I hear him speak again, "Good. I need you to think of the most secure thing you can imagine. It can be anything from a door, a lock, or even a wall. It doesn't matter what as long as you see it as secure." The first thing that pops into my head is a vault door. My Mom worked in bank when I was a kid and the vault in the back was where everything valuable was kept locked away. It always seemed so massive to me as a little girl with its large lock and hinges and the loud noise it made when it closed. It fills my mind. Alexander speaks quietly, "Good. Make it bigger. Thicker. Good. Now, I need you to put yourself inside it and lock the door. This will keep your thoughts hidden. Do it." I do. In my mind I see a small version of myself walking into the vault and the door shuts with the familiar thud. I hear the lock click behind me. Alexander taps my leg and I open my eyes. He nods at me and says, "You did well. I can't hear your thoughts anymore. There's only hard silence. You need to keep that image in your mind. If you decide that door is locked then no one will be able to read your mind. Open it and your thoughts will pour out as if you were speaking aloud, as it was before. You don't have to ever allow me to read your thoughts again. That's your choice. But while they are here, please keep your mind locked." I can see how serious he is. I wonder why he's so worried about it. I keep that locked vault in the back of my mind though. Consider it sealed. Only a moment after we finish a sleek looking intercom on the counter rings. He doesn't move at first and continues looking into my face. Without looking away, he reaches over and presses a button. A voice pours from the speaker, "Mr. Sinclair, you have two visitors. Shall I send them up?" Alexander agrees and turns the intercom back off. Must be a doorman of some type. Am I ready for this? I sure as hell hope so. Alexander gives me a long and gentle kiss. I lose myself in it for a moment. He pulls me to the edge of the stool and wraps his arms around me. I feel his back tense under my hands and pull away. He speaks, "They're here. Remember, locked mind. You will be safe. You do not even need to speak to them. I'm sorry I have to deal with this while you're here." A quick kiss on my forehead ends our embrace and he walks towards the door. I don't bother to move. I figure sitting will be better in this situation. I'm afraid if I stand my legs will shake and I will broadcast my fear. Alexander quickly looks at me and I know he can feel it. He turns back to the door and pulls it open. The sadness and concern is now gone. It seems to have evaporated in an instant. Now, he's standing by the open door glaring into the hallway. His body says nothing but anger, power, and danger. Fuck, this is insane. Words are exchanged in English and that strange language again. Two men walk into the room and the door is slammed behind them. Both instantly turn towards me and they both look equally shocked. Clearly they were not expecting me to be here at all. The three of us size each other up in seconds. I have no idea what they must be thinking but I'm holding that locked door in my mind and holding my position. Don't show fear, right? I don't know but that was my first instinct. I look them both over quickly. One is taller than the other but both are shorter than Alexander. The shorter one has dirty blonde hair, very pale white skin, and an almost too slender of a build. He looks weak but I know that's an illusion. His dark eyes are fixed on me and he looks very confused at my presence. More importantly he looks as though he's desperately trying to hide how scared he is. Not of me, surely. I realize he must be scared of Alexander as when he walked passed him he kept his head down and never looked up. This must be the prodigy. I look at the other one. The taller vampire is dark skinned and bald. He has a muscular build and looks as though he was a body builder. His size is intimidating. He's giving me an altogether different look. This visual inspection takes only mere seconds from when they entered the room and I fight rising panic when I hear the dark skinned one speak, "Is this our dinner?" I'm pretty sure my heart stopped at his words. In a blur too fast to track with my eyes, Alexander slams both vampires to the wall by their throats. Two pictures fall to the floor and a glass vase follows them down. All three items shatter on impact. Alexander's voice fills the room, "If either of you fucking touch her I will rip you to pieces right here. She. Is. Mine!" There was a growl mixed into his words and I have to force myself to breathe. Each of the last three words was punctuated with a thrust of his hand against their throats and the thud of their heads bouncing on the wall. He speaks again and his voice is low and menacing, "Remember your place." With that he lets them go and they look anywhere but at me. I'm frozen in my place watching all of this play out and trying to reconcile it in my mind. He says something in that odd language to the younger one and he disappears down the hallway. The other one follows him and all three are soon closed in Alexander's home office. I don't know if I should scream, cry, or just pass out. What the fuck did I just witness? I've never seen Alexander move so fast. Sure, sometimes it seems like he moves quickly but never to the point I can't see him. And the force that he slammed those men against the wall vibrated through the room. I could feel it from the opposite side where I'm still on my stool. I keep forgetting what he's capable of doing. Better yet, I'm sure I don't even really know the extent of that. All I have is the few things I've witnessed and it's sobering. He can be so sweet and gentle and then just seem like nothing but pure power. How are both things the same person? More importantly, what do I do now? Maybe I should leave while they're in the other room. I stare at my purse sitting on the counter but I don't move. I sit there staring for a good twenty minutes until my behind begins to fall asleep. Clearly I'm not leaving. I jump when I hear Alexander yell from the other room. Ok. Distraction it is then. I pour myself a glass of merlot I found on the counter by the fridge. I wonder if he bought the glasses for me as well. What use would he have for them anyway? I end up in front of the large windows in the living room looking out at the city. It's an amazing view. All the buildings are lit up and it has a peaceful feel to it being this high up in the sky. It's almost like being separated from the world below. Maybe that's why he likes it. Eventually I end up on the couch facing the window and let my mind wander to just about anything it choses except what is happening in the room down the hall. I make sure that vault is never far away though. Two glasses and two shouts later the dark skinned vampire comes down the hallway and throws me a strange glance before walking out the apartment door. Everything is silent for a while. I give up on the wine and just sit on the couch fingering a pale blue chenille throw blanket folded on one side. After almost a full hour Alexander emerges from the office with the small vampire trailing behind him. I stand up at their arrival but I don't know why. Alexander folds his arms and glares at the small vampire. That was apparently some sort of silent command because the small pale one takes a step forward and lifts his head up a little making direct eye contact with me for the first time. There's a couch and several feet between us and I silently hope he doesn't come any further. He begins to speak with what sounds like a British accent, "I apologize for interrupting your evening." Oh. Um. What do I do? I just nod because I don't think I'm even capable of words at the moment. He gives me a small smile before looking away again. He looks like a chastised child. They speak in that language I can't understand and the small one gives me a little nod before turning and walking out of the apartment. I know I was here but honestly, what the hell just happened? Once we're officially alone Alexander walks around the couch and sits down. I sit beside him and watch him lean back into the cushion and drop his back onto the top of the couch. I watch him and wait. The only movement he makes is sliding his hand along the couch to rest on my knee. We say nothing. I have a million and a half questions but I'm not sure where to start or even if I should. Several minutes pass with more silence and I stare out into the city scape across from us. With a little squeeze on my knee Alexander breaks the stillness, "It's strange not hearing your questioning thoughts. I know you must be wondering." I turn to find him watching me. I consider letting him in but decide not to. I want to know what happened and depending on what he says I may need to keep my thoughts to myself. I still can't seem to form a question though. He starts speaking on his own instead, "My prodigy, his name is Thomas. He's just over two hundred years old. He seemed beyond his time for a human when I met him and he was immensely smart. That's why I chose him. Unfortunately, he doesn't have, what do you call it? Common sense? Yes. He has not a stitch of that." I can't help but think that he sounds disappointed when speaking of Thomas, especially when mentioning how smart Alexander apparently considered him. His hand is still resting on my knee and his thumb is stroking gently along my skin. I wait for him to continue, "It's such a waste. He could do so much but he chooses to waste his immortality. It's made him lazy and reckless." He turns his head on the cushion and looks at me again as he says, "He was shocked to find you here. In all the time he's known me he has never seen me with a human other than to obtain blood." Huh. It's weird how strange my existence in Alexander's life is. It's flattering but it's also a bit unnerving because I don't know what it really means or why me. He turns quiet for a while and I let him disappear into his thoughts. If he doesn't normally seek company from humans then I can't imagine sharing his personal thoughts on someone so clearly close to him is a normal occurrence either. I decide it's better not to push. I feel him stiffen a bit and when I look at him he's sitting up straighter in his seat. He looks very serious now and I don't know what to expect when he begins to talk, "I apologize for Braun's insult. He was out of line and it will not happen again." I raise an eyebrow at him. Braun? Really? Such a stupid name. I'm also taken aback at him calling it insult. When that vampire asked if I was dinner, insulted was not the first or even fifth thing I felt in response. Terrified ranked number one and the others were similar in tone. Insulted was not on the list. But maybe that is insulting in the vampire world. I can't I say I really know the protocol here. I expect us to fall into silence again but instead he turns in his seat to face me. Ok. Something is coming. I can tell. He looks strange. Anxious maybe? I don't know. He just doesn't look like the confident vampire I usually find myself with. Occasionally this more vulnerable side has come out but it's usually fleeting. He makes eye contact with me and begins to talk, "I told you last night we had much to discuss and I was intending to do that tonight. Although, after the events of the night so far, I'm not sure how you will respond." Uh oh. That doesn't really sound promising does it? I resist the urge to glance in the direction of the still broken glass on the floor near entrance of the room. I want to hear what he has to say though. I have no clue what it will be but I have to at least hear it. I turn towards him and tuck my leg under me. Leaning my arm on the back cushion and placing my hand against my head I tell him to go ahead. I keep my expression as open as possible and wait for what he has to say. Becoming His Ch. 02 I must appear at least somewhat ready because I catch a small smile before he starts to explain, "You are the first human I have wanted to spend any time with. Not just recently, but in all time I have been as I am. That's over seven hundred years without sharing my life with a human, Leila. This is a very new and strange event for me and one I can't entirely explain. I want to spend more time with you, regularly. I don't know what you would want to call it but I don't want it to be random or infrequent. In order to do this though, I would need to know you were mine. I will not share, with a human or with any of my own kind. You would need to be mine and only mine." He has a serious expression throughout this speech but each time he said the word 'mine' there was a different level of intensity in his voice and eyes. Basically, he's saying he wants to be exclusive. It sounds simple enough to me. I'm not the kind to sleep around anyway. Isn't that pretty standard when people decide to date each other? I must be missing something though because it seems like a massive deal to him. I ask if exclusivity is what he is looking for. He nods but I can tell there's something else. I gesture for him to continue and he does, "You may call it being exclusive but for my kind it's a bit more than simply agreeing to be so." Hmm. I'm thrown off by the whole 'mine' thing. Hold on a minute! He better not mean what I think he does. I sit up straight in my seat and try to control to building outrage in my voice when I speak. "I have no problem being exclusive. I don't date around anyway but are you saying being yours would mean being your property or something? Because that's how it's starting to sound." He gives a small shake of his head and says, "No. I would never consider you anything of the sort. Although, that was the case in my kind's history. Humans were kept as pets at certain points in time, an activity I never participated in. As far as others of my kind would be concerned, they would see you as belonging to me. They would know by scent you were, for a lack of a better word, claimed by an immortal and therefore be considered untouchable. It would protect you." Sometimes he has no sense of how shocking the things he says are. It's so hard to process it. Humans were considered pets? That's disgusting. I feel slightly better by his admission he never did such a thing but it's a horrible thing to imagine. On one hand the idea of being 'untouchable' to other vampires is very appealing but I can't help but wonder how often I would be coming in contact with more like him. Being protected sounds good but at the same time it means there's some sort of danger involved that would require I be protected. Ugh. This just keeps getting more and more complicated. By scent? I start talking. "Ok. This is really confusing. We would be what? Dating exclusively? But I would also be claimed as yours to other vampires and they would smell it on me? How does that even work? And why would I need to be protected? Are you saying I would always be in danger?! This is freaking me out!" It's true. I'm getting really freaked out by the whole thing. Why can't he just say he wants to date and not see other people and be done with it? Is this going to be the end? Oh god. This is not where I thought this night would be going. I've already grown so attached to him despite the short amount of time since we met and all the crazy shit that has been mixed in. It feels like so much longer than a week. I can feel sadness beginning to take over. He seems to decide something as he watched me because in quick movements he pulls me onto his lap so I'm sitting sideways with my legs stretched along the couch. He turns my head towards his and kisses me gently before speaking. "Leila, please don't be distressed by this. I am not explaining this well. I'm asking if you will agree to be with only me and I only with you. I'm asking you to never share yourself with another including those of my kind. I'm asking for you to not allow another immortal to drink your blood. I'm asking if you will allow me to call you mine. Doing so is an immense thing in my world. It holds great power. It means another immortal would never consider you available. It means they would not see you as a possible source of blood or as a possible companion. It would gain you a certain level of respect among my kind, as much as humans can in my world." Wow. This explanation sounds worlds better than his first version. I'm watching his face as he speaks and wondering if maybe I can do this. It doesn't sound as terrifying as it did before the more he speaks. He has more to say though. "Still, it's even more than all of that. Agreeing to all of this would mean we would bond our blood together. It would create a connection that would be bigger than you can imagine. Our blood bond would allow me to feel all of your emotions instead of only fear and anger as well as always being able to find you no matter how far you were. What I was able to do from drinking your blood before is only a fraction of what a blood bond would create. Right now, it's only for a short time and limited in its abilities. A complete bond would open up my emotions to you as well. It would also mean you could choose to share your thoughts with only me while still blocking all others of my kind, even while in the same room as many immortals. Do you understand? It connects us. We become a part of each other through blood. You would need to drink some of mine while I drink from you to create the bond. I know that might sound horrible to you but I can promise you it won't be. Blood from my kind is enjoyable to humans. It's a fact we like to avoid. The bond cannot be created without it." I'm speechless. I can see now why this seemed so important to him and why he was anxious. This is a big deal. It's so much more than agreeing to date. It's deciding to physically connect myself to him and allowing him into my mind and emotions in a way that is completely impossible in a normal relationship. I would even be able to feel his emotions. I can't even imagine what that would feel like! I can see in his eyes how big of thing this is for him and based on what he said, in his vampire world as well. They would all know we did this. It would mean something to them. I think I get what he meant by protecting me. It would keep other vampires from thinking I was available to them. Like that guy from earlier assuming I was his dinner. The fact that Alexander never even spends time with humans let alone bond with them; this must be an enormous step for him. The weight of that is not lost on me. Can I do this? Do I want to do this? A few moments ago I thought this could be the end. I thought he was asking me to do something I couldn't do. His better explanation is essentially the same deal. Yes, it's explained far better than he did initially but the framework is the same. I would be his but he would also be mine. We would be declaring that for all vampires. I decide to break it down in a simple way for myself. If he had not said all of this and we just spent the night having sex and eventually sleeping would I have continued seeing him? Yes. Definitely. So should this new stuff change that? I hate the idea of having to drink any of his blood. It's so strange! I know I don't want this to end though. I think he's already a part of me without a blood bond. He came into my life only a week ago but he's already a massive presence in it. I was never that interested in the concept of vampires in stories. I read some books and saw some movies about them but it wasn't something that did much for me. Ironically I thought the whole drinking blood thing was scary and gross. Turns out I feel much differently about that with real experience. Although drinking some myself is hard to accept. I'm clearly very much drawn to Alexander though. Part of that is probably him being a vampire and certain abilities that gives him but I know deep down it's more than that. It's him. He's intense and complicated but surprisingly sweet too. It's also how he makes me feel when I'm with him, especially about myself. If I walk away now I'm going to regret it. The funny thing is I know he could force me. He could influence my mind and make me agree but he's not doing that. He's letting me decide and I'm watching him try to read my face as I think it through. He must be dying to hear my thoughts right now. Ok. Final decision time. Am I doing this, drinking his blood and all? I release the image of the vault in my head and let him in. His eyes widen in response. Without him having to say so, I know choosing to open my thoughts to him is a big deal. I could lock him out forever but by letting him read my mind, I'm deciding to give that part of myself to him. Ok. Here goes the rest. I let the word 'yes' fill my mind. He doesn't move for a moment and I think he's actually shocked at my answer. I realize he expected me to refuse. I wrap both arms around his neck and tell him that I'm sure. I explain that I realize what it all means, especially for him and I want to do it. I can do it. I know he's listening to my head to see if there are doubts there but they're gone. I realized the second I let him into my mind I was already giving myself over. I don't think I was ever going to say no. I see his eyes seem to light up and a smile spread across his face. He looks so relieved but also genuinely surprised. I don't think he expected it at all. He turns me on his lap so I'm facing him and pulls my lips to his. Our kiss is hard and fast at first and I'm quickly breathless. It's like he's pouring everything into it. I'm always amazed at how vulnerable he can be sometimes. He turns us together and lays us down along the couch cushions. Our kiss evolves into a gentler and more sensuous version and I pull him down tighter against me. Both of his hands quickly slide down my body and up under my sweater. They run themselves over my bare stomach and down my sides to slide under my back. With one hand he lifts me up slightly and uses the other to unhook my bra. While letting me back down his lips break away from mine and begin a path down my throat. I'm melting under his touch. I've been waiting for this. I need this. When his lips reach the top of my sweater he pulls me upward with him so that my upper body is no longer on the couch. My sweater is up and over my head in a second and I'm quickly lowered back down on the couch. Through all of this his lips barely left my skin and are now running kisses along the tops of my breasts. Very slowly he pulls the cups of my bra down to expose each breast. He looks as though he's opening a present he's never seen before. Once he has dropped my bra off the side of the couch he uses just the tips of his fingers to trace around each round globe. His eyes follow his fingers as they run across my skin. He repeats this several times leaving me breathing heavy and tingling. It's as though he's worshiping them as he is slowly making his way to my nipples. When he reaches them he ever so gently traces them as well. It's startling how intense that feels. Ripples of sensation shoot through my body and straight down to the place between my legs. After making me practically mindless with his gentle strokes he lowers his lips to my chest and kisses every inch of my exposed skin. I'm sighing in response and sinking further into bliss. I lose myself in the feel of his lips and tongue dancing across my skin and give a small cry when he takes one nipple into his mouth. He's rough with it, sucking hard and long. My body practically convulses at the sharp contrast in gentle to rough and I arch off the couch trying to find even more of his mouth. Letting it pop from his mouth he returns to his gentle kisses and strokes of his tongue making his way across my chest. I'm trying to catch my breath before he reaches my other nipple but I'm still taken off guard when it's roughly sucked into his mouth. Oh god! The soft then hard stimulations are making me crazy! I realize he's undoing my jeans and sliding them down my body when he's already halfway finished. I can barely put two thoughts together. My boots are quickly gone and the jeans join them on the floor. Oh I'm not going to be the only one getting undressed here. I sit up quickly and kneel up on the couch in front of him. I pull at his dark t-shirt and yank it over his head. He's momentarily surprised by the change in control but doesn't resist. Resisting the urge to run my hand and lips all along his bare chest I go for the button and zipper on his jeans. I want them off. Smiling at my thought he stands up in front of the couch and lets me work his pants down his body. Once they're off I let my fingers stroke along his lower abdomen and into the happy trail leading below the waistband of his boxer briefs. I can see his hard excitement fighting the fabric wanting its freedom. Very slowly I slide the gray shorts off his hips and allow them to drop to the floor. There he is, in all his glory standing in front of me where I sit on the couch. His hard member is pointing itself at me and I do something I've never done with anyone before. I lean forward and let my tongue run along the tip of his penis. Alexander gives a quick sharp groan but doesn't move. Lifting one hand up to stroke along his shaft I move my tongue around him again as I taste a man this way for the first time. I see his lips part and his eyes turn that wonderful darker shade. I'm enjoying how this affects him. Becoming a bit braver I slide myself forward on the cushion and wrap my right hand around him. He's watching me and I keep my eyes on his as I let the head of his penis slide into my mouth. His eyes shut and a low moan echoes from inside him. I don't exactly know what I'm doing but I wrap my lips around him and glide my tongue along his sensitive skin. His hips move forward slightly and I let him push into my mouth more. His own hands are resting on his hips now and my free hand is holding onto one of his thighs. I pull back a little but I don't let him leave my mouth completely. My tongue is now swirling around his head before I suck him back into my mouth taking him in a little deeper while pumping my hand on his shaft. There's no way I can take all of him in my mouth, it's not even close. He's groaning much more now and I repeat this process two more times before he pulls away. I was starting to really enjoy that! He has plans of his own though because he's quickly back on top of me on the couch and my panties are gone before I even know what's happening. Hmm. I wonder if those are destroyed now too. Only a few second after his dick left my mouth he has me up on his lap again as he sits back on the couch. He quickly says, "I will buy you more." Buy more what? OH! I'm instantly filled with him. Up. Down. Up. Down. Oh god this is exactly what I wanted. He's pumping himself into me while lifting me up off his lap. I'm holding onto the back of the couch and his hands are firmly gripped into my hips. I love fucking this way. Riding him like this is mind-blowing. The speed that he slides in and out of me makes it so intensely intoxicating. It's all consuming. I'm flying towards a release already and he only drives himself harder into me. When one of his hands slides from my hip to slip between my legs I gasp at the contact. He rubs his finger roughly over my throbbing clit and I completely come apart. He continues his trusting and fingering pushing me to the very edge of sanity. Delicious ripples of pleasure wrap around my body and I cry out at the wonderful feeling. I hear his voice over the ringing in my ears say, "You are so beautiful." I whimper at his words and the fading sensation of my orgasm. His hand returns to rest on my hip as he gently rocks my body on top of is. Still quivering deep inside a bit I finally regain my senses and look up into his face. Using his right hand he reaches up and pulls my hand away from the couch. He kisses the inside of my wrist gently before asking, "Do you trust me?" Yes. I say and think it. I do trust him. More than I ever thought I would, but I do. He smiles at me before bringing his left wrist up to his mouth and bites into his flesh. Whoa! I see his own blood on his mouth when he pulls his wrist away and turns it towards me. This is it. I look from the two bleeding puncture marks on his arm to his face. With him still inside me and his other hand holding my right wrist, I gently hold onto his forearm and bring it towards my face. Keeping my eyes locked on his I cover the bite with my mouth and suck. Just as I do he quickly bites into my wrist and pulls my blood into his mouth. His blood has already filled mine and I swallow instinctively. I'm surprised at the coolness of the blood. Almost like a drink that has been slightly chilled It's also sweet and the second it touched my tongue I wanted more. Holding tightly to his arm I continue to drink and he does the same. He begins to move his hips again and we quickly find a rhythm together. I can feel something starting to bloom inside me. The feel of our bodies moving together is starting to build me towards my peak again but something else is happening. A cooling sensation is spreading through me. I'm not sure what's happening but I don't stop moving or drinking. Alexander is doing the same and our speed is increasing. The coolness is now turning warm and I feel it from my head to my toes. I start to feel an emotion build up inside of me but I can't name it. After a moment I realize it feels different. Wait, it's not mine. Oh my, I'm feeling him! I don't know how I know it's his but I do. I can feel what it is now. Happiness. Excitement. Elation. It's mixing with my own and filling every part of me. The warmth throughout my body is growing stronger and my orgasm is racing to its conclusion at the same time. There's so much to feel I can't separate it anymore. My body is filling itself with him and I feel as though I will burst. There's so much inside of me tears begin to fill my vision. I'm moving up and down on him at a speed I've never reached without his help before. Moans are coming from both of us but are muffled behind the wrists in our mouths. Something is changing again. I can feel it coming to a peak. Quivers are taking over my body now and the building warmth is becoming intense. Suddenly there's a quick burst of heat throughout my body and I somehow know the bond is complete. I don't know how I know, I just do. I feel the heaviness of it inside of me. I can feel myself in him. I can feel it sharing his space as I can feel his in mine. It's so overwhelming. I'm crying now but it's not in sadness. There are thousands of emotions rushing through me but none are sad. I feel every inch of him without a single touch. I feel his amazement and admiration. I don't know how I can so easily identify each emotion but I can. I cannot hear his thoughts but I can read each thing he feels as though it were spelled out inside me. Is this how it feels for him? We're both rocketing higher together and I feel my body reach its edge. I take one final deep pull from his wrist before my mind goes white and I arch backwards on his lap. I feel his now free hand on my back keeping me from falling from him but I barely register it. My voice is crying out at my climax that is now ricocheting though my body and I can feel his in me at the same time. Oh fuck! A scream fills my ears as pleasure pulses through my veins. My wrist is free of his mouth now and a deep roar is coming from him. Electric like bolts of pleasure are ripping through every inch of me. It's coming one after another causing me to shake and tense deeply around his still invading cock. Tears are streaming down my face and I can hardly breathe but I'm still going. His body is ridged below me and I feel him turn even harder inside my folds. Oh god! It's too much. Too much. It's absolutely amazing! Becoming His Ch. 02 I can feel everything. I can feel his orgasm. I can feel his passion, his pleasure, his sense of awe. The connection is tangible. He's like a separate presence inside of me that blends with my own being. I can feel the bond. I can feel all of him. I am his.