“Where are we going?” Did I even care? Not really, but it still felt like a question one would ask when being escorted down an unfamiliar hallway.
Roman didn’t answer my question, but led me to a door and swiped a card into the keypad. There was a click of the lock pad, and he opened the door to what appeared to be like any other five-star hotel room, but on steroids. A large king size bed mastered the room. Floor to ceiling windows looked out onto the skyline of New Orleans, acting as the only needed art in the room. Damask wallpaper kept with the baroque feel of the club, but the reds and blacks were offset with golds and warmer tones. A crystal chandelier, like the ones in the club, hung over the lush bed, beckoning me with its jeweled ambiance. It smelled of money. If felt like riches. The room would give any capitalist an instant hard-on. It figured this members-only men’s club would have rooms of this magnitude. Clearly, no expense was spared for its patrons.
And, of course, Roman would have access to one of these rooms. I expected nothing less from the prince.
He ushered me into the room, the sound of the door closing behind us sending a tantalizing chill down my spine. Had I just crossed the threshold of no return? Or had I truly crossed that threshold the minute I walked into Spiked Roses?
Without having the time to process what being in a room alone with Roman again would mean, I was pushed against the wall, followed by Roman’s lips descending on mine. His forceful kiss almost stole what little reason I had left, though a small voice still barely remained.
“Roman… we are like strangers again. We can’t. We shouldn’t,” I breathlessly said between the attacking kisses.
“Be quiet,” he ordered, and then thrust his tongue into my mouth, dancing it with mine. Just as my knees threatened to buckle, he pulled away from the kiss to say, “I don’t want to hear another word unless it’s you begging me to fuck you hard.”
A tinge of defiance surfaced as I said, “Roman…” but then was quickly extinguished when he flipped me around, yanked up my dress, and spanked me on the ass, hard.
“Say nothing, or I will punish this ass of yours,” he said as he ran his palm over my naked flesh, caressing all the way down to my upper thigh. Pushing his body against my back, he brought his lips to my ears and nibbled as he said, “Only words allowed from you are pleas of mercy, or sexual demands for more.”
I felt the signs of my arousal trickle down my inner thigh. I had never been so wet, and as I thrust my ass out for more of his touch, I mewled in delight when his caressing palm made its way to my wet pussy.
“You like being a bad girl, don’t you?” he asked as he ran his finger along the seam of my sex, collecting my juices that revealed my need for more.
I shook my head, trying so hard to fight the urge. The urge to fuck Roman like no woman had fucked him before. But I wasn’t in control, and Roman proved that fact once again when he slapped my pussy. The sting, mixed with pleasure, caused me to gasp, yet press my body into his hand, silently pleading for more.
“You like your cunt spanked, don’t you, dirty girl?” he asked, inches from my face. He swatted my pussy again, only making my arousal surge from deep within my core, soaking his hand with my essence. “I can feel that you do. I can smell that you do.” He removed his hand, spun me around so I was facing him, and then brought his finger to his lips and sucked my juices while staring into my eyes. “And I can taste that you do.”
My dress was bunched up at my waist, my bottom half completely exposed, but I only stood awaiting Roman’s next move. I glanced down and could see that Roman’s cock tented his pants. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. He liked what he saw. He liked what he smelled. And he definitely liked what he tasted.
He brought his lips to mine and kissed me again with even more passion than before. I could hear the unfastening of his belt, the lowering of his zipper, and the soft growl that escaped his lips when he gracefully shed himself of his clothing, never breaking the assault on my mouth. I stood helpless, barely touching him as if my arms and hands were numbed by the intense pleasure suffocating my soul.
We had never kissed like this before.
Never.
I had never hungered for him like this before.
Never.
He had never overpowered me with such animalistic actions before.
Never.
“Take off your dress,” he said. “Then go lie on the bed, and spread your legs wide so I can see that sweet pussy of yours again.”
I was powerless to resist his commands. His husky voice was like a cadence to my uncontrolled march to do exactly as he asked. Walking toward the massive bed, I lifted my dress above my head and discarded it as I climbed up on top of the mattress. Pressing my back to the array of pillows, I slowly spread my legs as I had done before. This time, because I was completely nude, there was no restriction on how wide I could go.
Roman stared between my legs hungrily as his naked frame approached the foot of the bed. My eyes dipped down at his hardened dick. I had never really taken the time to look at his cock before. I had been too shy, too timid, and too inexperienced to feel comfortable to really look. As if looking at his penis in the past was somehow wrong, scandalous, and inappropriate. But not now. Now, I would look. Now, I would soak in the deliciousness of the man before me. I would taste that cock. I would lick every inch of it and not be timid in the slightest.
“Gorgeous,” Roman purred, climbing onto the bed and then between my legs. “I like seeing that pussy of yours. I can see you’re wet.”
A tinge of humiliation only sparked my arousal more. I liked being exposed. I enjoyed the feeling of vulnerability.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I’m wet.” I opened my legs even wider as Roman placed a hand on each one of my knees.
“I’m about to make you much wetter,” he said as he dipped his head between my legs and kissed my pussy softly.
A loud moan escaped my mouth as I closed my eyes and arched my back. I had no control of my actions. The need for pleasure overtook. The tip of his tongue licked my clit, but only for a second. The contact wasn’t long enough to give me the satisfaction I so desperately craved. Roman licked down one side of my pussy, and then back up the other side, his breath hot against my aching flesh. I clutched at the bedspread as his tongue once again found my clit, and he began to circle, suck, lick, and draw my sexual need to a different level of intensity.
“I knew you would taste good,” he said, only inches from my sex. “I knew I would become addicted to your juices the minute my tongue could finally lick you.”
“Stop talking,” I said breathlessly as I reached down and pushed his head into my hungry pussy. I wanted more. I needed more than just the tease of his tongue.
Roman resisted my weak attempt of dominance and looked up at me from between my legs with a devilish grin and mischief in his eyes. I recognized that look, and a shiver went through me at the thoughts of what he would do to me.
With very little time to imagine the possibilities of what was to come, Roman smacked his palm down on my pussy. “I see my fiancée needs a lesson in patience.” He then thrust his finger deep inside of me, causing me to cry out.
“Tsk, tsk, my love. But I shall give you a lesson you won’t soon forget,” he said as he pulled out his finger from my tight hole.