Authors: B. B. Roman

Learning to Trust Part 1 (4 page)

BOOK: Learning to Trust Part 1

9.89Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub

ads

“Mmm, you’re so wet, Marisa. So
inviting
.”

My heart pounded even harder as I saw his
erection
in its full glory, his robe discarded to the floor like
something that had suddenly become totally unnecessary
. His body was fabulous and toned, the hair trimmed and neat. He took good care of
himself, a
physique
that was a perfect match for his beautiful cock. I closed my eyes again, mildly terrified of his thickness. I heard the tearing of foil as he opened and rolled on a condom.
He pulled my dress up my legs, exposing my most private part to that empty room.

“Marisa,” he said, his words low and throaty. “Look me in the eyes when I
fill that sweet little pussy of yours
.”

I complied, opening my eyes just as I felt his cock press into my wetness, parting my lips with power and plentiful size. He filled me to the point of bursting, a hurt that he immediately recognized. I couldn’t believe how full I felt, my chest heaving.
Could I really take his cock
?
I winced, doing my best to maintain eye contact with him. His eyes scorched into mine, almost like he was looking directly into my mind, cataloging all of my mental and physical sensations.

Roland held himself like that
for over a minute
, allowing my walls to adjust to him, to make the proper accommodations.
As much as I could tell he wanted to fuck my brains out, he showed restraint and discipline, ensuring that I was comfortable. My muscles slowly stretched, converting pain to immense, overwhelming pleasure. He started to slowly rock his hips back and forth; it sent pleasure through me like I’d never experienced before.

“Oh god,” I moaned, unable to contain myself. It felt so thick and pressed against all of the right places
inside of me
.

“Ah yes, you feel so good, Marisa. Do you like this?”

“Yes,” I muttered, my eyes opening for just a flash while I said the word. The blackness made it easier to process all that I was feeling. He could tell that I wasn’t lying.

He
began to increase his tempo, smoothly rocking himself in and out of me. His length fully disappeared and reappeared with each thrust, his power overwhelming my body. My core ached with tension, his movements only building it up even more. He took my arms and pinned them against the couch, just as he had in my fantasy the night before.

My eyes shot opened and stared into his, surprised by his gesture. It really was
as if
he was
reading my mind
. His thrus
ts became richer tha
n before as he took me, his powerful arms forcing me to stay where I was. I could barely writhe as he held me
, his length disappearing so quickly.
I was held
there like a prize, one that he admired in his own special way. I felt totally drunk by my own bliss. Whether I had really wanted to trust him or not, I was, because he could have done anything he wanted to me. He was taking me places I hadn’t ever known, guided by his intens
e lust
.

I felt my orgasm starting to build, very slowly at first, hovering just slightly out of reach. He let me loose on one side and took his fingers directly to my c
lit, stroking it
like he was petting a kitten. So
gentle and
subtle.

“Come for me right now, Marisa,” he ordered.

His demand was enough to send
me over
the edge. He quickly rejoined his hand to mine
and pumped even harder than before. I screamed as I lost control of my body, feeling that hot sensation of pleasure shoot through me. My nipples hardened, my toes clenched, my hands fought against his. His shaft pounded my
g-spot; the orgasm was so deep
that I feared I might pass out.

“Good,” he
whispered
, watching me fight, watching me ascend to glorious climax.

He maintained his rhythm until I felt him coming, each contraction of his release causing me to peak just a little bit more.
The muscles in his face clenched as he came, the seriousness almost overwhelming. He growled quietly, his climax escaping through the deep sounds in his throat. His hips started to slow along with my heartbeat, the two things seemingly intertwined through our ritual.

I didn't want to say anything, but I also couldn't help myself.
“That was…
incredible,” I
whispered, my body longing
for him to hold me
, to spoil me like I was his pet
.
I wanted it more than anything.

He eased out of me
and smiled
wanly
. “I told you that you needed to learn to trust,
Marisa." I was listening to him so carefully, slowly taking in each of his words. "You're doing well, but I must warn you,
it’s on
ly going to get harder from here
.” He stood up and left th
e room to dispose of the condom, leaving me there in my disheveled state.

I sat there
quietly, my
dress pulled up on my body,
my
panties bunched at my feet, my hair
everywhere—and awaited his return while
trying to comprehend what had
really
just happened. My wrists were marked with red from the
struggle during my orgasm and I traced over those marks with curious fingers, feeling the exact places where he had held me so tight—battle scars,
in a way
.
I bent over and pulled my panties up and back into place.
Roland was proving to be quite
enigmatic
.

He walked back into the room, clad in
yet
another beautiful robe and handed me a bottled water. “That’s all for today, Marisa. We’ll meet again in two days. I have other matters to tend to, so please feel free to see yourself out.” With that, he departed down the hall, disappearing before I could even say anything in response. I drank the water all at once, shivering as it
hit my belly
.
What else was there to do
now
?

I got up and immediately stumbled back onto the couch. I tried
one more
and succeeded, this time steadying myself against an antique table that was probably worth more than my car. I got onto the porch before I realized my breasts were still a
n exposed
mess on my chest. I promptly straightened them out and walked to my car.

I sat there like I had the other day,
confused, but not crying like
the previous time.
The release had been enough to calm my nerves and mind—but for how long?
And what the hell had he meant when he said it was
only going to get harder
? I wanted to know the end of the story right then
and there
, to spit out the ending prematurely and ruin it for m
yself and everyone watching—but
I had nothing.

It was obvious—I would just
have to wait
. It was the only way I'd find out what the mysterious
Roland Starland truly had in store for me…

TO BE CONTINUED…

###

The
next part of
Learning to Trust (Interviewing the Billionaire)
is available now
!
Thanks for reading!

A Word from the Author:

If you’re here reading this, I just wanted to take a moment to thank you so much for purchasing and reading my work. Leave a review if you feel so inclined; it will help others discover whether or not my stories are for them and help me to learn and grow as an author. These stories are enjoyable for me to write, and if you get something out of them—no matter how large or small that something may be—I’ve done my job. See, erotica is definitely a creative art, and sometimes that creative spark is lost in routine, boring creations. I set out to make erotica that people could feel in a variety of ways, and I’m always glad to learn that people are truly experiencing/sharing my vision. If you have any requests or comments, don’t hesitate to email me at the address on the contact page.

Once again, thank you for supporting me, and a special thanks for supporting independent writers and publishers in general.

-B.B. Roman

About B.B. Roman:

B.B. Roman is devoted to sexuality that is felt with both mind and body, writing to appeal to the full sexual imagination—both inside and outside of the
traditional
realm and limits of erotica. There's no holding back in Roman's worlds; the stories are allowed to flourish in any way they so choose. It's an always-changing world of emotional highs and lows, pleasure and pain, certainty and uncertainty.

Roman writes from a remote cabin, allowing that feeling of seclusion to feed into the stories. When not writing, Roman enjoys composing music for films and attempting to make the best cup of coffee possible at home, using a variety of contraptions and methods—and very dark, chocolatey beans. Oh, and also chasing around two very curious
Weimaraner
s that never seem to tire out!

Discover other titles by
B.B. Roman
at
BN
.com:

Erotic Romance:

Learning to Trust (Interviewing the Billionaire)

Learning to Trust (Interviewing the Billionaire) Part 2: Full Submission

Learning to Trust (Interviewing the Billionaire) Part 3: The Offer

Learning to Trust (Interviewing the Billionaire) Part 4: New Life

Learning to Trust (Interviewing the Billionaire) Part 5: Sweet Temptation

Learning to Trust (Interviewing the Billionaire) Part 6: Paradigm Shift

Learning to Trust (Interviewing the Billionaire) Part 7: Changing Places

Babysitter is Better

Hawaiian Delights

These Sinful Walls: A Church Saga – Book 1