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~Eight~

ROMAN

What Lanie confessed to me threw me off. After we showered, I had to have a discussion with her about her desire. More than anything, I wanted to be the man to control her, but not in the capacity that she was accustomed to. She needed to know that I only wanted to control her in bed. I wanted to control her desire, her pleasure, but not her mind. It was going to be hard, having been a dominant for so long. But mostly, it was going to be hard for Lanie. She had been a submissive for so long, with the understanding that she was only there to please. All of that would change. Not only was I going to protect her, but I also wanted to show her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. And that pleasure would be one that would be shared between us. Martin would not be a part of what I needed to give her. Soon, she would learn that she would be mine.

I left Lanie to finish getting ready and headed to my study. There were still a few things that I needed to take care of before tomorrow. It would be the first day back in the office since Lanie was taken. Although it would be hard facing Brian after what he did to her, I had to keep my hatred for the man at bay if my plan was going to work. The way he talked about having dinner with Lanie and me, it was clear that he was playing me. Why would he take the chance of Lanie exposing what he had done to her? I could play his game too. Maybe I should allow Lanie to come, but only on the condition that he invited Trish.

I was so wrapped up in protecting Lanie that I totally forgot about the inconsistencies with Neal’s daughter Ella. Unless he had twin daughters, Trish and Ella were the same woman. Picking up my phone from my desk, I dialed Neal’s number and waited for him to answer. It was time that I found out the truth. I didn’t want to be blindsided by Brian when I confronted him about Trish.

The call went to voice mail, and I had no other option but to leave a message. “Neal, it’s Roman. We need to meet. Call me back when you get this.”

Getting ready to head to the kitchen to make coffee, I turned toward the door to find Lanie standing in the doorway with two mugs. I couldn’t help but smile. Not only because she looked gorgeous with her hair still damp and wearing only one of my faded t-shirts, but also because she read my mind. Walking over to where she remained standing, I took one of the mugs and leaned in. “You look good enough to eat.”

A childlike giggle, accompanied by a smile, appeared on her face. “So do you.”

As quickly as her smile came, it was replaced with a more serious look. There was no mistaking that something was on her mind. Taking her by the hand, I led her to the small leather couch. It was time that we talked.

“Lanie, more than anything, I want to grant you your wish. I just want to make sure there are ground rules. I want to make sure you are as comfortable as possible. The last thing I want is to prompt you to think about what Winston and Brian did to you.”

“I trust you, Roman. And if we take it slow, I will be able to handle it. More than anything, I want to feel the way I did before this happened. I need this, Roman.”

Little did Lanie know that I needed this as much, if not more than she did, and there was no time like the present to show her how much. “Kneel, Lanie.

I was focused only on Lanie as she stood and kneeled before me. I knew she was a true submissive as I watched her place her hands, one on each thigh, and lower her head. There were a few things that I needed to get from my room to make this a moment she wouldn’t forget. Rising to my feet, I proceeded to the door, knowing that Lanie would remain in her submissive position. I lost my self-control as a dominant and therefore ended up taking one more look at Lanie before I left the room.

Every thought imaginable crossed my mind as I pulled a few items from my dresser drawer. As much as I wanted to use everything I had hidden away, I knew that I would need to ease the introduction of D/s play back into Lanie’s life. It would need to be tamer than what I preferred.

When I went back to my study, Lanie was still in the position I had left her in. It made me smile, knowing that she submitted to my request without me ever having to tell her not to move. Even when I stepped past her, Lanie’s head remained lowered. Without looking back at her, I placed the items I had chosen to use on her. “Stand, Lanie, and remove your clothes.”

I could hear her shuffle behind me, but I still kept my position with my back to her. I had only chosen three items from my drawer. Items that I knew wouldn’t trigger any bad memories. As much as I wanted to flog her, I didn’t want to make this experience uncomfortable. Instead, I would have to use my hand to redden her tight little ass.

Leaving a submissive in suspense, wondering what kind of pleasure she would be enduring, heightened her arousal. Unfortunately for me, it did nothing to tame my own arousal. If I didn’t act quickly, my arousal would be known. Staring down at my desk, I couldn’t decide between using the vibrator or the butt plug first. Opting for the vibrator, I turned and faced Lanie. It was a good thing that her head was lowered because seeing her fully naked in front of me did nothing to tame the erection taking residence in my pants.

I could smell her scent and knew that she would be wet for me. Stepping behind her, I lowered my free hand down her body. When I tapped the inside of her thighs, Lanie spread her legs wider, allowing me access to her sex. As I glided my finger between her slick folds, I dipped it inside. Lanie let out a small moan, a reaction to the sudden invasion. I loved how responsive she was to my touch. “I want you bent over the back of the couch with your pretty ass on display,” I demanded as I placed a tender kiss on her shoulder.

“Yes, sir.”

I watched her walk around me to the backside of the couch. Leaning over the soft leather at her waist, Lanie placed her hands in front of her and turned her head to the side. Her eyes met mine, and with a grin, I proceeded to take my place behind her. Even though her scars were mostly gone, there was still a hint of what Brain and Winston had done to her. It made me sick inside, but the last thing I wanted was to let Lanie know just how angry it made me.

With her body in the perfect position, I smoothed my hand down her back to the apex of perfectly round cheeks. There was no need for lubrication as I slowly spread her folds with the vibrator until I found her entrance. Using my thumb and middle finger, I turned the dial on the end to the least intense setting and held it only at her entrance. I wanted to draw out her pleasure and force her to control her need to come. Lanie’s willpower needed a little work, and I had to smile at the way she began moving her hips back and forth, coaxing me to give her more.

She let out a sound of surprise when my hand came down on her ass cheek, warning her that she needed to remain still. The need to be inside her came when I pulled the anal plug from my pocket and removed the vibrator from her entrance. Using her juices, I coated the small plug before pushing it slowly against her tight pucker. Once again, she began pushing against me. I tightened my grip on her hip with a warning. “Lanie, you need to remain still.”

Tightening my grip on her hip got her attention and therefore stopped her movements so I could control the insertion of the plug. Her breath hissed, a sound that was half-pain and half-pleasure. The way the plug looked inside her had me undone. Being inside her was the only thing on my mind. Lowering my pants, my cock painfully sprung free. Lanie was wet as I glided my erection between her folds, coating my cock with her juices before dipping inside her entrance. Wrapping my hand through her long hair for support, I pushed inside her further than I had ever been before. Her tight cunt was like a vise as she pulled me deeper inside. Lanie’s warmth surrounded me, squeezing, drawing every ounce of fluid from my body. Tortured moans filled the space as Lanie held back her release. Succumbing to my own release, I pushed harder and faster as I moaned her name. “Lanie, come. Come for me.”

With a pleasured cry, we found our release together. No woman had ever felt so good, so perfect.