The Proposal Book 1 (Submissive Romance) (3 page)

“Are you scared of me?” he said in
disbelief.

Yes!
She wanted to scream, but shook her head vehemently
No
instead. Tears were
shining in her brown eyes and Chris felt like a monster.

“Hey,” he said softly, reaching for her face
again. She tried to pull away but he touched his knuckles to her
cheek. The soft caress up and down her face made Brooke gasp and
she glanced down at Chris’s shiny, black shoes. “Don’t be scared of
me.” His voice was different and Brooke looked up, confused by the
sudden change in him. “Come to my room tonight,” he began, but she
looked so scandalized by the suggestion that he couldn’t bite back
a smile. “I won’t hurt you. I just want to talk,” he said.

**

Chris rested his hip against the edge of his
bedside table, watching the prim and proper, beautiful woman
sitting on his bed. Just the sight of her siting there made him
want to clasp her tits in his palms and crush them until she cried
out. But he held his ground. This had to work out as he planned. He
wanted her, but on his terms, no matter what.

Brooke stared at the carpet, then her black
high-heeled pumps, and then the curtains. She was avoiding looking
Chris in the eye, because his eyes pierced through her and were
unbearable to stare into sometimes. She was vividly aware of the
masculinity he emanated. It was too tangible, too harsh.

Chris sighed and Brooke jumped, her eyes
shooting up.

“Why are you so fidgety around me?”

Brooke furrowed her brow. “You’re weird,” she
said simply.

Chris guffawed and it did nothing to soothe
Brooke’s nerves. “I’m weird or you feel weird around me?” he said
knowingly.

Brooke blushed to the ends of her hair. “I
don’t know what you’re talking about.”

”Do you always do this? Deny all knowledge of
the matter when it’s out of your control?”

Brooke glanced up and a hint of a smile was
lurking on her lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Chris’s smile froze and arousal tightened his
loins. He wanted her so badly. She was there, she was gorgeous, and
she was his – no matter what. “I want you in my bed,” he blurted
out and Brooke’s eyes widened.

“I…uh,” she stammered, instinctively standing
up. He closed the distance between them within moments. His hands
clasped her ass in both hands, and a pained moan escaped Brooke’s
lips.

“I want to fuck you, Brooke,” he said in a
sure, confident tone. Brooke’s insides melted and seeped out
through the folds of her pussy. She tightened them automatically.
“I want to spank these…so bad," he said, kneading the flesh of her
behind.

Brooke wanted to jerk away from him, but she
was frozen in place, somehow aroused by his words like she had
never imagined possible. Chris saw the fear shimmering in her
liquid brown eyes.

“Don’t worry. I’ll go slow the first time.
Build it up slowly.”

“No!” Brooke managed to rasp out and was
shocked that she had said it out loud.

“Yes, Brooke,” Chris leaned closer to her
lips, two inches separating her quivering, parted ones and his
chiseled, molded ones. His fingertips gently dug into her
asscheeks. “I will spank you, and it will hurt, and I will spank
you harder.” Brooke’s sharp, indrawn breath seemed to propel Chris
faster toward attaining her. “Then, I’ll fuck you -” His sentence
was cut short as Brooke flung his hands away and stepped back.

She looked like an enraged virago, and her
eyes were bright. Chris was no novice. He knew the look on her
face. She was horny, and she wanted to be with him.

A battle was raging in Brooke’s mind. She
hadn’t had sex in years, and Chris’s large body made her feel all
sorts of…lust. Timidly, she stepped forward again and lifted her
face for his kiss. Chris smiled, watching her face, eyes closed,
lips parted. He wasn’t going to kiss her, but she didn’t know
that.

Instead of a pair of hungry lips, Brooke felt
a thumb caressing her bottom lip. He tugged her lip down to bare
her perfect, white teeth.

“Do you know what I want to do with this
mouth?” he asked.

“No.” Brooke’s whisper was fevered.

“I want to fuck it, deep, until my cum slides
down your throat.”

Brooke’s knees wobbled and her throat went
dry. “What are you waiting for?” she moaned, and Chris’s face
tensed.

God he wanted her. He wanted her so bad, he
was tempted to throw his usual planning and discussion away, and
just ram his boner down her neck. He struggled to control himself,
and clutched her ass again.

“Kneel,” he whispered, and saw Brooke’s face
go white. She was disappointed that he hadn’t kissed her, and
thought he just wanted to feed her his cock. Chris’s heart pounded
crazily as the successful, proud executive kneeled at his feet, and
placed her hands gently on his trouser-clad thighs. He slapped her
hands away, and Brooke was shocked.

“Hands behind your back,” he said and Brooke
was so lost in the mindless frenzy of her arousal, she did as
bidden. Chris liked the way she was taking orders, and he caressed
the top of her head with his hand. The loving gesture seemed
demeaning when she was kneeling at his feet, and when he said,
“Good girl, Brooke,” Brooke tensed.

“What are you doing, Chris?” she whimpered
from her vantage point near his buttoned-up fly.

It was time for her to know,
and Chris tensed for her reaction. He slid his hand through her
hair and clasped a handful gently. “You aren’t allowed to take my
name, Brooke." His face changed, and so did his voice. “I am your
master. You submit to my will and you
will
refer to me as Sir.”

Brooke watched the transformation before her
eyes. Chris was morphing into a harsh, steely man, and his voice,
although low, was booming with authority. She couldn’t help but be
affected by it.

Never had a man talked to her like that, and
she wouldn’t have allowed it if someone had tried. But Chris, he
was so powerful, so enigmatic. She was putty before him. She was in
a trance, under his spell, and try as she might she couldn’t break
free.

Chris waited for her to react and was shocked
that his spirited virago was silently watching, her eyes full of
submission. His cock surged more, hardened more, and meaningfully,
he reached for his fly with his free hand.

Her hair was soft in his grasp, and he
tightened his hold swiftly, making her beautiful face wince. Brooke
was mesmerized, and her mind was meekly asking her to run, flee,
but her body was a slave to Chris. She was unsure what it was he
wanted, or what she was supposed to do, but she knew she wanted to
do it.

Chris undid his fly and parted it, before
stepping back. “Stand up!” he ordered and his voice was thundering,
although not loud. He flipped her around and pulled down the zipper
that held her cobalt-blue dress in place. It fell away, and to his
pained delight, Chris saw that she wore no bra.

His breath harsh, he saw the small, blue
thong lodged in her crack and he slid his finger down her back.
Brooke shivered at the touch on her bare skin and tensed as it
headed south. His finger slid through her crack and swiftly dug
inside, pulling out the thong. Brooke moaned, her asscheeks
tightening, and Chris swallowed.

He jerked her thong and slipped it over one
round, white asscheek. One touch of her behind, and his control
snapped. “Get down,” he hissed and Brooke stepped forward,
breathless, unsure.

Her pussy was drenched in her juices, and the
liquid was sliding down her inner thigh. Her firm tits swayed
gently and she yelped as Chris clasped her waist to push her over
the bed. She fell flat on her face, confused about what he wanted
to do, and then his words returned to her befuddled senses.

I will spank you, and it will hurt, and I
will spank you harder.

She inhaled sharply, her chest tightening in
fear, and just when she was about to protest, Chris’s hand landed
onto her ass.

Brooke screamed as scalding pain seared her
cheek. She had forgotten that they were in a house full of wedding
guests. Bending forward, Chris clasped her mouth. “Shh,” he
whispered in her ear. The dominating, authoritative tone made her
pulse quicken. Her lips were clasped beneath one large palm while
the other palm caressed her sore behind.

Brooke’s ass was throbbing, and liquid lust
seeped through her pussy with need. She was sprawled naked on
Chris’s bed, with her thong draped over her ass, and he was
spanking her with his large palm.

“Unh!” she moaned, pushing her hips up,
urging him to touch her more, hurt her more. Chris was
flabbergasted by her responsiveness, by her submission. He hadn’t
expected it, and it was clawing at his throbbing loins with a
titanic strength.

He was losing control of his arousal, and all
because this brown-eyed girl was offering him her ass to spank. He
pulled back, releasing her lips and lifted his hand high up. He
brought it down with a loud crash and saw her ass tighten, the firm
flesh jiggling with the force.

Brooke’s eyes widened and a scream erupted
past her lips. She pressed her face into the mattress, muffling her
sounds, and clawed at the sheets in desperation. It hurt. God it
hurt, but it felt so, so good. Chris’s palm crashed down on the
exact same spot, and the mattress muffled her squeal, once
again.

Every time his palm hit her behind, she came
closer to a tumultuous orgasm. After years of forced abstinence, it
was too hurried, too hungry.

“Oh, Chris!” she whimpered.

“Sir!” he snarled in her ear, yanking at her
hair. She cried out, her eyes watering. This time when his palm
landed on her ass, he grunted with the force. Brooke whined and
jerked on the bed, her smooth, flawless asscheeks branded by the
shape of his large hand.

The sight of the red mark made Chris bend
over and slide his tongue over the sore spot. Brooke moaned,
lifting her ass up, and embarrassment washed over her. Chris had
clasped her asscheeks in both hands and parted them wide, too wide.
He blew softly onto her spread-open pussy lips, and Brooke
tensed.

“Please!” she begged and the sound seemed to
be torn out of her chest.

Chris chuckled shakily, watching the pink,
glistening petals dangling from her slit. He slipped them between
his fingers and tugged tightly. “You’re so pink and soft down
here,” Chris whispered. Brooke gasped as her orgasm reared forward,
but his fingers abandoned her pussy and he blew on it again. The
knowledge that his lips were so close to her wet folds filled her
with lust, and she clenched her pussy lips tightly together.

The sight of Brooke trying desperately to
soothe her swollen pussy made him grunt, and he cursed the clothes
that still confined his cock. He wanted to free it swiftly and ram
it up her tight, closed-up pussy. Gritting his teeth, he slipped
one finger forcefully up her soaking wet pussy. “God, you’re tight,
Brooke!”

“Oh God!” Brooke cried out, shaking as the
first ripples of her orgasm flowed through her limbs. She pushed
her hips back, taking his finger deeper, and his knuckles pressed
against her.

Instantly, Chris pulled his finger out, and
his breath was harsh. “Stay here!” He jerked down his pants and
stood up to lose his shirt. Brooke lay on his bed face down, her
knees on the carpet, her toes curled up in hungry desperation.

Just when she thought she would surely die of
wanting, something smooth and rubbery – hard – slid up and down her
slit.

“Oh please! Oh please. Take me! Take me I’m
dying!” She sobbed. Her pussy curled up in ravenous craving to
swallow his cock into its depths.

Chris wanted to hear her
beautiful, proud voice call him
Sir
. He was driven by a madness that
had never consumed him before this day, before this strong, willful
woman. “Call me Sir!” he hissed forcefully and Brooke
swallowed.

Even in her starved, lusty, and depraved
state, and on the brink of orgasm, the word got lodged in her
throat and wouldn’t spill past her lips. She clenched her eyes shut
as Chris forcefully teased her pussy with his cock, tracing circles
over her quivering vagina, never penetrating a millimeter.

Just the knowledge of what she had so close,
what she could have, made her want to cry out in helplessness.
Chris knew he was going to win. He knew it just as surely as he
knew he was going to let her cum, on his own terms.

“Let me hear it, baby. What do you want?” he
whispered and Brooke bit her lip.

Chris clasped the base of his cock and guided
it upward, to the tight, puckered-up asshole begging to be touched.
Brooke lurched up and her limbs tensed, making Chris chuckle
breathlessly. “I have all night, Brooke.” He slid the wet cock back
down, rubbing her clit forcefully with the head.

Her will, her pride, flowed out of her and
she arched her back. “Please, take me...Sir!” she added reverently
and her submission made Chris’s cock almost burst right there.

He rammed his cock up her body, deep,
clenching his teeth as her wetness clasped hungrily at his shaft.
“Oh yeah!” he moaned, and Brooke jerked beneath him. Her orgasm
erupted with a force that tensed her limbs, and made her grind her
hips in circles. She pushed her open, gasping mouth into the
mattress. Her cum poured out of her, wetting his balls.

Chris’s pelvis was ramming onto her hips,
hitting the sore, throbbing place where he had spanked her. He was
going to cum, too soon, but he couldn’t control it. He didn’t even
want to try. The temptress on his bed was sucking his shaft with
her pussy, and draining him of everything he had.

His cock swelled in her depths and he jerked
it out, sliding the wet, soaked prick over her crack. His semen
spurted heavily and Chris grunted into her ear.