Chapter 9
Iwas surprised how tiny she felt on my lap, yet, had fit perfectly. I’d often thought in the past few days especially, that Rose had a different personality outside of work. At times, she’d seemed so dedicated to her persona at work, which gave me pause and probably the only thing that had kept me sane. As I’d thought before, her kink and mine may differ, she might not even have one.
Despite those idle wonderings I engaged in, the proof now sat on my lap. When her arms encircled my neck, I’d returned the embrace, becoming aware that suddenly, I didn’t want to let her go. I didn’t know who needed who more but I was pretty sure that after tonight, more would be required. This relaxed, submissive version of Rose made me want her even more than when we first met, and I’d wanted to just bend her over and have my way.
I’d been unprepared to interview someone of her caliber. The fire in her eyes had caught me by surprise, and although Mari had said she had loads of experience in getting certain things done, her massive list of hotel qualifiers on her resume didn’t a security expert make.
But I’d learned my lesson and added her to the team. Since then, I’d had to endure her smart, mouthy comebacks and the sight of more flesh than I was comfortable with seeing, although enjoying both as it led to imagining other things happening with that mouth.
Those imaginings hadn’t come even close to watching her fall apart during our scene tonight. Even though I hadn’t taken her myself, and had tested her resilience instead, I knew that with a woman like her, things would only get better. Because as I’d feared, I wanted her more, not less. Even though to date, her office behavior had been fun and edgy, keeping things interesting for me, I would have preferred to have her kneeling on the floor at my feet with those full pouty lips parted and wrapped around my cock.
What just happened on stage, watching her come apart under my guidance, and the sounds she’d made as she was overtaken by her orgasms was like music to my ears, and explosive in more ways than one. My ears weren’t all that had been affected by the primal screams I’d pulled from her, they also called to the beast within.
That beast was far from done with her and I blamed him for the sudden urge to hit her over the head and drag her back to my cave, where I’d tie her to my bed and force orgasms from her all day long. Until she caved, begging me off and then I’d have her on her knees sucking me off. The images were making my dick strain inside my pants beneath her bottom, but she didn’t seem to notice.
That luscious full ass was providing delicious entertainment for my cock, coupled with imagining her bent over with it in the air… I wanted to take her anally. Who the hell did I think I was kidding? I wanted every orifice she had, and I wanted to taste her sweet honey on my tongue. Nay, we were far from done, this was just a beginning to what I hoped would become a satisfying situation for us both.
She must have finally felt my hard-on digging into her soft flesh, because she wiggled her bottom against the pressure building in my pants. Fuck me!
“Be a good girl and open your mouth.”
She didn’t even question but did as she was told. I placed a square of chocolate onto her tongue. The image of that chocolate being my prick sliding past those lips and fastening on my rod was almost too much. “Drink.” I pressed the bottle to her lips and she obediently opened.
I loved feeding this woman from my hand, although I didn’t consider myself a nurturer by nature. Having her on my lap inspired other feelings in me, things I hadn’t felt before and having this tamed version of Rose, reminded me of the Norse woman Heimdall fell for, Amora. She was not based on any one goddess but a collection very much like the Greek pantheon, Aphrodite. Imagining her as the only goddess who cracked Heimdall’s glacial exterior and wreaked havoc on his heart and body, was a heady experience.
When her hands left my neck and her body moved restlessly on my lap, I knew it was time to move. We were done, at least for tonight, which in retrospect was probably for the better. I needed time to process all the emotions and visuals roiling around inside of me. As much as I wanted to have me inside of her, that would have to wait.
“It’s time to take you home, Ms. Dodds.”
Rose sat up, releasing a contented sigh. “Thank you for a wonderful scene, it was exactly what I needed.” Her eyes told me she meant what she said. “I’m a big girl, I can get myself home.”
As subspace wore off, and reality set in, so did her independence. “I am well aware of your capabilities, Rose, but this is non-negotiable.”
She chewed her lip thoughtfully, and her eyes dropped to her lap. “Okay,” she said in such a low tone, I barely heard her.
Gently gripping her chin, I tilted her head until our eyes meet. “Repeat please.”
Her face flushed beautifully. “I said, ‘yes, Sir’.”
“That’s what I thought. Let’s get you to the changing room and then home.” I stood while still holding her in my arms and made my way to the women’s locker room. I held her on her feet until she was steady. “Will you be okay if I wait here, or would you like me to escort you in?”
Rose smiled. “That is sweet but the other ladies may have a problem with a man entering their realm.”
“I don’t give a damn what they think; right now you are my only priority.” Something moved in the green depths of her eyes… hope. At least that was my interpretation, but it flitted off as fast as it came on, and I could have been mistaken.
At the car, I buckled her into her seat, covering her naked legs with a blanket from my back seat.
“Mmm, that’s lovely, thank you.” She fell silent after that, and I remained quiet as well. Luckily, it wasn’t uncomfortable, at least not for me, and Rose just seemed way too relaxed to speak. Or maybe, like me, she was busy processing her experience tonight and what, if anything, came up with our play time.
I knew what street she was on as I’d practically memorized her file but asked anyway. “What street are you on?”
“Banks.”
I made a turn off Ludlow, and about half a mile down, she said, “There it is.”
“Where? All I see is a hostel.”
“That’s it,” she quipped. Clearly not having an issue with her location.
“Rose, we are in the city center. Not only is this not a good location for a woman but, it also has a lot of break-ins. You’re not staying in a hostel on my watch.” I was pissed, fuming, as I parked and opened her door. But not at her, at myself for not paying better attention to her address on her application. I took her by the hand and we walked purposefully toward the entrance. Outside, two guys were making a drug deal. I glared down at her meaningfully.
She didn’t return the look, but I detected a pink stain in her cheeks. Inside it was worse. The rooms were tiny and the walls were paper thin. “I hope you aren’t seeking attention in this place.” My tone had a nasty undercurrent to it that she didn”t miss. But to her credit, overlooked.
“Sir, I understand this isn’t ideal, and I don’t intend to stay here forever, but it’s all I can afford right now.”
It was smart of her to not provoke me further by calling me by my name instead of Sir. She was holding on fast to that place of submission, I noted with grudging praise. “Pack, we are leaving in ten minutes. I will go and settle up with the manager.”
“But—”
“No buts, Rose. My company owns a building and it is located in a safe neighborhood. I’m moving you there tonight. Now, get a move on.” As I headed toward the door, I added, “I will make the rent part of your salary, and the next time you can’t afford safety, you will let me know, or next time we play, there will be no safeword. Do I make myself clear?”
She gulped. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” I left her to pack her belongings while I went downstairs to settle the bill. That went way better than it would have had she not still been in her role. Her reaction to my threat told me much about her state of mind. She expected there would be a next time, maybe even anticipated when that would happen.
When I returned, she was ready and seemingly more in control of her faculties than when I’d left her which made sense as Rose was a person who functioned by doing. By giving her a to-do list, I’d restored the remainder of her equilibrium.
Fifteen minutes later, we pulled into the secured parking located under the building. I parked by the elevator and helped her out of the car. “There is a card code entry system for all the entrances to the building. We do a full override monthly, to keep things fresh and hopefully, sabotage proof.”
Rose smiled up at me. “Oh? And are there security cameras inside the elevator?” Her tone was naughty and it didn’t take much to guess what she’d say next. “Maybe we should put on a little show.”
“We could, but no one would see it. The system will record, but it isn’t monitored, at least not live feed, unless the panic button is pushed.”
“Well, isn’t that a shame? What a waste of a perfectly good opportunity.”
She pretend pouted and having never seen that look on her before, I laughed aloud. “Aren’t you just full of surprises tonight.”
We arrived at her floor and I opened the door with the master key. The view from the fourteenth floor was pretty decent. The blinds were left open and she had an unobstructed vista.
“Oh! This is lovely.” She dropped the bags in her arms on the couch. “And furnished to boot. I’m a lucky lady. This feels more like a suite in one of the hotels I managed in Paris. I love the glass and wood accents.”
Little did she know that the resemblance to a hotel was because this was the show suite and it was staged to perfection. I wasn’t the least surprised it reminded her of a hotel suite. It was designed to showcase the best of what the space had to offer. To the left of the open-floor living and dining room was a rustic kitchen with exposed brick and Edison bulbs hanging from driftwood fixtures. She gazed at her surroundings with a pleased smile.
“There are cameras in this particular suite. If you are uncomfortable with that, then I can take you to another, but unfortunately, it comes unfurnished. Or you can stay in my guest room for a few days if you like, while I furnish the other one for you.” I gave her options, knowing full well, she’d want to stay here and maybe even put on a show and maybe I’d decide to go through the footage and see it. Her options hung between us like ripened fruit, ready to be plucked, but as I said, I already knew what she’d choose, and regardless, they all worked for me.
“The same cameras as in the hallways and entrances? The ones that no one monitors unless the panic button is pushed?”
“The very same,” I replied with a smirk. I could see where her naughty mind was going with this.
“Lucky me!” Her gaze flitted once again to the view. “I’ve stayed in some nice places in Europe, and this would rival all of them. I love it!”
I put a lot of money into the staging of this suite and handpicked all of the furnishings. That she loved what I’ve chosen was a bonus, and another tick mark. We had similar taste and I knew if she could appreciate this, she’d love my place.
I opened the cupboards. “The stoneware is from Italy, and the glassware is hand blown by a local artist. There are a few appliances but not many. Just give me a list of what’s missing and I will have the rest delivered to you.”
She looked surprised. “Thank you. I mean it, thank you so much for this, Gabriel, it’s lovely, and closer to work to boot. I won’t have to take a cab every day now.”
I gritted my teeth beneath my smile, wondering if she heard my molars grinding, and if I gave off the impression of resembling a serial killer. Of course, she’d been cabbing it. I should have asked Yula how Rose got to work every day as the travel expenses would be included.
“Did you not see that travel costs to and from work are covered?”
She had the decency to blush at least. “Yes, but I was under the impression I had to submit receipts and get reimbursed monthly. I won’t be hitting my first month until Monday.”
“There are always exceptions,” I offered vaguely. “This is your guest, two-piece powder room, and down the hall is the bedroom with its ensuite.”
The four-poster bed dominated the room. At the top of the carved posts were Viking heads like seen on longboats, all carved from driftwood. The sconce fixtures were made by an artist from Iceland and reminded me of inventions from the time of the industrial revolution. Piping with large, muted bulbs and on either end table, nebulizers that looked like tiny fireplaces emitted any color stream you wished. I showed her where the switches were located and how everything worked.
“You look like a bath girl.”
Rose laughed. “I do? What exactly does a bath girl look like?”
“Someone who enjoys the benefits of a custom tub with all the fixings.” I opened the door and pointed at the free standing, antique Italian tub set with a tray across that held a book on the stand, an empty wine glass, and several candles were set around the tub on a ledge with air plants.
“Wow! Whoever decorated your place really knew what they were doing.”
“They certainly did,” I said with a touch of pride in my tone. “Can you imagine yourself sinking into that beauty at the end of your day, because I sure can.”
Her face turned red but she didn’t miss a beat. “It’s big enough for two. I can imagine myself in it all right, but maybe not relaxing,” she said in a saucy tone.
Maybe having her so close was a mistake. It would make it that much harder to stay away and keep things professional. But so much easier when she succumbed to my will.
After showing her all the levers in the shower, I walked back to the entrance. “Your key is in the top drawer in the kitchen. I hope you enjoy the apartment.” I turned to leave.
“Wait!” Rose got up on her tippy toes and planted a kiss on my lips.
I quickly took over and plunged my tongue into her willing mouth. The need to own every one of her orifices, returned with a vengeance. I untangled my tongue from hers and stepped back, preferring to leave her wanting more.
“I think we both need some time to decide where this is going, Rose. I’m possessive and take security very seriously. If you are mine, I will monitor every moment of your damn life to make sure you are safe and most women don’t want to be controlled like that. Take some time, Rose, and really think about what you want. Then we’ll talk.”
I walked out the door and headed to my suite.