Losing Control

"It doesn't matter what we should or should not do. I want you and I'm sure you want me as much. Anything else is bullshit."

"Alex!" she exclaimed. "I just can't do that. I'm not that kind of girl."

He sighed and shook his head. "I know just the kind of girl you are." He muttered dismissively.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked, visibly annoyed by his indifferent attitude. Observing his cocky smirk and the way he casually leaned back in his chair, Anna's irritation with him only grew worse.

"It means," He leaned forward and spoke a bit louder. "I know what a girl like you needs."

"A girl like me?" she said sharply.

"Yes, a girl like you. A submissive." He said very matter-of-factly. "Why do you think you were particularly drawn to me? And why do you think I am so drawn to you? I know what you need and what you crave, and I know just how to give it to you."

His words were sudden and harsh, but she was not surprised. She was well aware from the start they were both attracted to one another for reasons that surpassed just physical appearance, although that also played a big role. Try as she might, Anna could not get angry with him for his abrasiveness. In fact, her frustration had begun to subside as the truthfulness of his words started to sink in. She was not experienced as a submissive, she never even identified as one, but she has always known she had those... tendencies. He saw through her just like she saw through him, but unlike him, she realized what she saw in him a bit too late. The words he had just said fleetingly crossed her mind again and she found herself tempted to accept his offer. I want him, she thought. He knows what I need. He knows what I crave.

After she had been silent for so long, Alex finally broke the silence. "Come home with me," he said. It sounded like a demand more than a request. The way he had said it made her stomach flutter and, for a second, she was afraid of just how much power that man would have over her if she just gave him a chance. Quickly and instinctively, she made an attempt to regain control.

"Why should I?" Anna asked, daringly. She assertively looked into his eyes and awaited his response.

He smiled at her endearingly, as if he thought her efforts to assure herself she still had any control left were adorably futile. In a matter of seconds, his cocky smile began to fade until only a trace of it was visible. He leaned forward further and looked right into her defiant eyes.

"Because you want to submit to me." He said.

And, just like that, she knew every shred of control she had so desperately tried to hold on to was gone. In fact, she realized she had lost control the second she agreed to leave the bar with him. Strangely enough, she could not care less. He was right. All she wanted at that moment was to be his - to submit to him. She watched as he took his credit card and carefully placed it back where it belonged in his wallet. He was looking at her, but he was not expecting a response. It was done. He was simply waiting for her to be ready to leave. Embarrassed by how easy she complied, Anna cleared her throat and averted her gaze from his.

"Do you mind if I go to the ladies' room?" Anna asked.

"Not at all," he said. "I'll wait."

She nervously entered the ladies' restroom. It was completely deserted, as was the entire restaurant at this late hour. She carefully examined her reflection in the mirror and was relieved to see her hair and makeup were still in place. She brushed her fingers through her thick, wavy, loose auburn curls and gave her hair a quick pat. Her eyeliner and mascara had smudged around her pretty hazel eyes ever so slightly, but she decided against fixing it; she liked it that way. She took her favorite perfume out of her purse and sprayed twice on her neck, then dabbed her wrists against the damp spots and rubbed them together. She looked at herself once again. She looked good and she felt good. She was ready.

She was about to exit the restroom when her phone buzzed. Shit, Jessie! She remembered her roommate would be expecting her home by now. She fumbled for her phone in her purse and hastily started reading Jessica's text message. I take it your date is going well? Hahaha. Where are you? It's past midnight you slut! Anna read the text message and chuckled, but her amusement disappeared when it dawned on her she would have to tell Jessie she was spending the night with a man she just met.

We're leaving the restaurant right now, Anna typed. But I won't be coming home just yet. Don't ask. I mean it this time! I'll explain tomorrow.

She sent the text message and made her way out of the restroom. The staff were cleaning off the tables and mopping the floor as she exited the restaurant. She had to walk with extreme caution to avoid slipping and ruining her dress. Alex was waiting for her in the restaurant's reception area, holding their coats and scarves in his hands. He helped her into her coat and she carefully began to wrap her scarf around her neck while he put on his own. He opened the door for her and she found a black car parked in front of the restaurant as soon as she stepped out. The driver was standing by the car and graciously opened the car door and awaited the two of them to get in. Once they had both comfortably taken their seats in the car, Alex told Jerry, the driver, to take them to his apartment.

Anna's phone buzzed inside her purse once again and she mentally prepared herself for another one of Jessica's notorious interrogations. She skimmed through the long message that Jessica had sent her and then locked her phone and sighed. She wasn't really sure how to respond.

"Is it your roommate?" Alex asked.

"She's so paranoid!" Anna said, obviously frustrated.

"Your best friend is spending the night with a man she just met, wouldn't you be worried? Give her my address, phone number and my full name. Tell her I'll have you home tomorrow safe and sound."

"I-..."

"Except maybe for a few bruises." He shrugged.

Anna laughed and playfully punched his arm. She sent Jessica a text message with his details as Alex had instructed. He's a good guy, Jessie, she typed in addition. He even said he wouldn't murder me if I didn't struggle during the rape! Love you and good night. P.S. DON'T CALL THE FUCKING POLICE, just in case you can't recognize a joke when you see one. x

She slipped her phone back into her purse. That was the last she was going to hear from Jessica for the night, she was sure. She looked back at Alex and informed him she had sent the text message to calm down her frantic roommate.

"Good, no more distractions." he said. "We have more important things to do."

"We do?" Anna asked sarcastically, feigning astonishment.

"Oh, yes." He said, grabbing a fistful of her neat curls. "We do."

She gasped at the sudden sting. Their faces were only inches apart and her breathing began to quicken. His other hand slipped under her dress and found its way to her damp panties in no time.

"No!" she whispered in his ear, her voice barely audible. "Your driver is right there, he can see us! Please!"

"You better stay still and be very quiet, then." He quietly told her. "You don't want Jerry to find out how much of a slut you are, do you?"

She closed her eyes and shook her head in response. His fingers pressed against her pussy through the lace fabric and rubbed her swollen clit in an excruciatingly slow manner. Anna dug her nails into his forearm and bit on her lower lip while he continued rubbing and teasing her. While he touched her, he whispered the nastiest things into her ears. For the second time that night, she actually felt herself blush.

He told her explicitly about how she belonged to him, mind, body and soul. He made it very clear that she was merely a fucktoy he would use for his pleasure when and where he pleased. She had no say in any of it, he informed her. Anna never thought she would be so turned on by the idea of being used as a tool for someone else's pleasure, but just the thought had her pussy soaking wet. All she wanted at that point was to be treated like the worthless whore he had promised to make of her. Alex continued to touch her while her body delicately squirmed in great discomfort.

"Your own needs should be long forgotten by now, do you understand?" he aggressively whispered into her ear. She nodded in response.

"The only desire you will ever have, from now on, is to satisfy my every need." He continued. "Every, fucking, need, Anna."

That was the first time he had said her name that night. If she had been standing, she thought, her knees would have probably gone weak enough to cause her to collapse right there and then. She belonged to him. I, Anna LeVander, belong to Alex Vanderburg. He owns me. I will forever be his slut. Anna repeated those unspoken vows over and over within her head and an almost unnoticed moan escaped her lips. Unnoticed to anyone else, perhaps, but not to him.

"What a whore." He laughed at her vulnerability.

Without warning, Alex withdrew his hand from underneath her skirt and casually told her to straighten herself up. When she awoke from her daze, she realized they had arrived at his building. In haste, she closed her legs and smoothed down her dress, then quickly raked her fingers through her hair while she cleared her throat. By the time her preparation to exit the vehicle was over, Jerry was already standing by her door and courteously opening it for her. She smiled at him but avoided eye contact at all costs, she must have looked guilty as hell. She gracefully - as gracefully as she could, at least - found her way out of the car and Alex shortly followed. He thanked his driver and told him to have a good night while Anna stared at the sidewalk like it was the most fascinating thing she had ever laid eyes on. Alex walked through the lobby while the nervous girl scurried by his side, still refusing to lift her eyes off the ground.

They entered the elevator and when Anna finally saw there were no unfamiliar feet in the vicinity, she looked up and saw him standing there, smiling.

"You seem to find me really entertaining," Anna said, recalling all the other times she had caught him laughing or smiling at her behavior.

"Not entertaining," he gently replied "Adorable."

He grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him. "Fucking adorable." He said, still smiling.

Anna reflexively giggled like a little girl at his words. She looked at him playfully and asked what he thought was so "adorable" about her.

"Just how mortified you are right now." He nonchalantly responded. "It's almost as if you have no idea what kinds of shameful, sick, depraved shit I'm going to make you do in a minute. Perhaps you really are unaware, but it is cute nonetheless."

Her eyes widened like a little puppy and she wordlessly pleaded for mercy. Only part of her was hoping he would grant her silent wish. To her surprise, he kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her locks.

"Don't worry, sweetheart." He said in such a loving tone she had never heard before. "By the time I am done with you, you will be nothing but a shameless whore."

Before Anna could process his words, she heard the elevator ding and the doors slide open. Alex released her and began fishing for his keys in his pocket while they both quietly walked through the hallway towards his apartment door. She took a second to look around and it suddenly occurred to her just how fancy his building was. The spacious corridor stretched in front of her while she followed him to his apartment door. She glimpsed behind her back for a second and only saw one other door at the opposite end of the lavish hallway. Her heels clicked against the red marble floors beneath her feet as she took slow steps towards the apartment, completely stunned by her surroundings. She gazed upon the rich, mahogany wood panels on the walls and the shimmering gold chandeliers mounted on them. The outrageously high white ceiling was flooded with prominent decorative designs that made Anna think she must have walked into a museum rather than an ordinary residential building in Manhattan. The timeless, rich feel of the atmosphere made her wish she could afford to own such a place herself one day.

Alex unlocked and opened the door, patiently awaiting his newly owned submissive to take the first step in. She entered and quietly removed her coat, scarf, putting them aside along with the gloves she had just stuffed into her purse. She had expected his place of residence to resemble the rest of the building, but to her surprise his apartment had a fully modern, clean look. Blacks and whites with the occasional color splashes here and there. Sleek, contemporary furniture with minimal embellishment and an absolute lack of clutter. Every piece belonged right in its place and there was plenty of appropriately empty space, which made his already vast apartment seem even more capacious. The white marble floors were so glossy, she could actually see her own reflection.

Suddenly reminded of her lack of manners, Anna abruptly turned to Alex and began to speak.

"Your home is lovely!" She said, after long seconds of silence. "You have incredible taste."

"Incredible and expensive, unfortunately." He said.

Anna was about to tell him there was nothing unfortunate about his situation; he can pretty much afford anything he wanted! She decided against it, however, as she considered how impolite it would be to discuss his financial matters. Instead, she simply nodded and smiled. Alex took a seat on his black leather couch and signaled for her to come sit next to him. She complied without saying a word.

"Can I ask you a strange question?" She said, suddenly turning to him as soon as she was seated. He responded with a nod.

"Uh, what do... Um..." she hesitated. "What do your, uh, subs call you?"

"What brought this up?" He asked.

"I don't know. It just popped into my head. I mean, I can't call you Alex, can I?"

"I am not too particular about honorifics." He gave a slight shrug. "You can call me Alex, but I don't think you really want to."

"What do I want to call you?"

"You're not very experienced, I can tell, but I'm sure you are familiar with the titles typically used in these situations. I'll let you take your pick, just this once."

Anna remembered what happened in the elevator no less than a few minutes ago. Within one second, she had made up her mind.

"May I call you Daddy, please?" She inquired politely.

Alex smirked mischievously at her and she knew he had known her answer long before she even said it. I know just the kind of girl you are, the words he had said at the restaurant rang in her head. He looked at her, seated so close to him with her legs crossed, and placed one firm hand on her thigh while the other gently stroked her cheek.

"You may." He said. "But don't think for one second I'll go easy on you."

She nodded at his words like a good child would at their parent's orders. His hand wrapped carefully around her hair and drew her closer to him.

"Look at me," He commanded.

She lifted her eyes, which had been focused on her hands, folded neatly on her lap right next to his. His icy blue eyes gave away nothing. She continued to look into them in hopes of uncovering any clues as to what he might be thinking, but she had no luck. She considered how ridiculous she must look, staring back at him with wide, puzzled eyes.

Prohibiting her search for clues to continue any further, Alex leaned in and kissed her. Her tongue melted into his as she enjoyed the tender, yet firm, touch of his hand on her thigh. Slowly, that very hand traveled up her body and caressed her breast. She found herself wanting more and began thrusting her body towards his, longing for more of his touch. Alex must have felt how desperate she was for him as he stopped at that exact moment, his hand still tangled in her soft locks.

"What are you?" He asked, jerking her head back.

"I'm your slut." She answered without hesitation.

He tugged harder on her hair and repeated his question, emphasizing every word.

"I'm your slut, Daddy." She quickly realized her mistake and sounded very desperate trying to fix it.

"I don't allow fuckups, Anna." He firmly stated. "They might have been amusing at first, but right now I expect more of you. I expect perfection. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy." Her shaken voice immediately answered, without even stopping to think what he meant by 'perfection' or whether or not she can manage to meet up to his standards. Truth is, she was intimidated by his tone. She could not say anything but yes, even if she tried. She knew what she had to do: try her best to avoid 'fucking up', as he had so delicately put it.

He released her hair and nodded once, perhaps pleased with her obedience. She could not tell. He told her to go to his bedroom and wait for him, to which Anna responded with a nod and a respectful "yes, Daddy". She was already on her way when she stopped and turned to him.

"Should I undress?" She politely asked.

He sighed and glared at her, visibly irritated by her question. "What did I tell you?"

She nodded almost frantically and looked down in submission. She quickly departed without saying another word and hastily made her way to the bedroom. When she entered the room, she was pleased at how elegantly put together it was, but not exactly surprised. She sat on the bed and patiently awaited his arrival for a few seconds before it occurred to her that he had not clearly told her to sit. She promptly jumped off the bed without further contemplation and chose to stand quietly by it, staring at her feet. Get your shit together, Anna! Her brain yelled at her.

She stood by the bed for no less than a minute when Alex showed up, having already discarded his suit jacket and tie. His slim fitted shirt showed off his chiseled, muscular physique beautifully. He approached her with slow, sure steps and Anna's throat dried in anticipation. He slid his palms around her hips and looked at her, his touch a bit less stern than before. He brought his hand to the zipper of her dress at the back of her neck and began deliberately unzipping it. The way he took his time stripping her of her clothes made her realize how stupid the question she asked earlier was. He was undressing her like he would unwrap his favorite candy bar. The silky fabric of the garment's lining glided around her shoulders as it slowly fell to the ground. Anna stepped out of the white dress and carelessly kicked it to the side.

Alex took a tiny step back and gazed upon her half naked figure. She was wearing a translucent black lace thong and a matching bra. Usually, she did not bother to wear matching underwear underneath her clothes; she only did that on days where she woke up feeling particularly sexy. She detected a hint of appreciation on his face and secretly felt glad he had caught her on such a day.

"You will keep your heels on." He ordered.

"Yes, Daddy." She responded in a most seductive tone, emboldened by the confidence she had gained from his impressed stares.

He approached her once again and with one expert hand unhooked her bra and unceremoniously tossed it aside, where it met the same fate as her dress. He felt the softness of her creamy, pale skin while he admired the roundness of her perky breasts. His strong arms pulled her even closer, as close as physically possible, and once again brought her lips to meet his. He kissed her passionately and fiercely, she felt his stiff manhood against her body and his shirt rubbed against her naked breasts, causing her nipples to instantly harden. With her body pressed up against him and his arms completely surrounding her, Anna almost felt imprisoned. She would have normally been frightened if it had been another man, but she had no intention of escaping this one's prison.