The Boss's Demands by Alyssa Fox Page B

have as a man. They were only interested in the next hottest or toughest
Dom. Once the newness of the one they were with wore off they moved on—a
week or two at the tops.
    Too many people thought of him as a
playboy, and nothing could be farther from the truth. His own family plagued him as that as well. If they only knew what he really did. So,
he decided to give them a glimpse of the man he had become. He wanted Lisa on
his arm for the wedding. She was his type. Lisa is who he wanted in his life,
under his hand, to guide, love and care for. Deep down inside he understand she
would bring out the best in him as a Dom, lover and a man. Isn’t that what all
dominates wanted? The one.
    He was a Dom who commanded a room and a
woman's body. He stood and walked to where she sat. The top two buttons on her
blouse were unbuttoned and the creamy skin beneath peaked out. His cock stirred
again. He wanted to slip his hand into the opening and play with her nipples.
Who by the looks of it were already hard as they pressed against her blouse. He bet they’d taste like sugar against his tongue.
    He pulled her to her feet. The notepad
and pencil fell from her hands as she braced her small fingers against his shirt.
Damn. They scorched him. The room became hotter than a few moments again. Her
skin against his clothes burned like a three alarm fire. She gasped as their
bodies molded together. He wondered if she’d made that sweet sound as he thrust
deep inside of her wet channel. She pulled her lush bottom lip between her
teeth as she looked up at him. That’s it, bite your lip for me. He saw the way that her chest rose and fell as she waited to see what he would do next.
Keep them waiting and guessing had always been his way of operating with a sub.
He wouldn’t let them know what he had planned. With Lisa in his arms he didn’t
even know, he only wanted to bend her over and fuck her. He wanted to see her
skin turn a rosy color as he teased and took her. Except right now he needed to
do something else.
    With a gentle hand to the small of her
back, he guided her to his office door. A mirror hung on the back. He'd make
her see what he saw when he looked at her. He never wanted to hear her speak that
way about herself again. Roland's protective side came out with her. He wanted
to guide and show her what she could be under his care. How she could soar with
his help. In his heart he already thought of her as his…but she had to make the
choice to be his submissive. He ached for her to gift him with it.
    The sexy way she said sir had his cock
hard, and she had no clue. Just like she didn't know she had a submissive side,
but he planned to show her this weekend.
    She looked over her shoulder with
confusion in her blue eyes.
    "Look at yourself in the
mirror."
    "Really? Like I don't see myself
every day in one. I'd rather not, sir."
    Yeah, she would be a lot of work and one
he wanted to tame. Never before had he wanted to guide a woman the way he
wanted to with Lisa. The feisty ones were always the hardest to submit. Roland
liked that about her and he ached to be the one to show her the lifestyle. He
didn't want to think about that at the moment and shoved the thought away.
"Humor me. Please."
    Lisa rolled her eyes, "Fine."
    "What do you see?" He needed to
know this to have a starting point to help her. Her body stiffened at his
words.
    After a few moments she spoke. "I
see someone who needs to lose at least thirty pounds, huge thighs and hips. Are
you satisfied now?" Her defenses had come out. Whoever told her she needed
to do any of this needed to be pounded into the
ground. She was beautiful just the way she was. He wouldn’t change a thing
about her.
    "That's not what I see." He
spoke gently to her.
    She spun around on her heels and jabbed a
finger into his chest. Anger flared in her eyes as she started to speak, but he
placed a finger against her lips. She angled away, and cocked her head to the
side and began. "Let me guess. You see