His Property

Lightning Storm Kisses

In the weeks to follow, it became apparent to anyone that Warren Pain, the Ceo known for making his employees sweat and interns scared to say his name, was smitten. He was smiling more, he seemed relaxed. At first, everyone wanted to know the supermodel, actress, drop-dead gorgeous woman had his attention. 

It, of course, shocked no man when Warren was finally seen with the beautiful Roze on his arm. She had the face of an angel and the body of a goddess. When Roze came to the office though, some of the women had been snide as they tossed their noses up in disgust. The words gold digger and Barbie were used to describe her. 

Which were both ridiculous and false so Roze ignored them. Warren simply fired and blackballed them. 

For the first time, in a long time, both were happy. 

They woke up excited to run to the other side. Roze woke up early just to spend more time with him before he left for work. She'd kiss him goodbye before he left and go on about her day in her online classes or reading. 

When he got home, Warren checked in with his top guard before heading to Roze. She was just finishing up typing up an essay when he came into the library. Grinning, Roze ran to him and began kissing him. When they pulled back both were panting, mouths were swollen and hearts skipping a beat. 

"How was your day?" Warren asked as he undid his tie, making Roze take a mental image of how sexy he looked. "Fine, kind of boring. Nothing I can't handle." Roze and Warren sat down on the couch for a couple of minutes, he proofread her essay and complimented her on how well it was written. 

Roze soon couldn't help but want to kiss him more. The attraction, the warm horribly aching feeling in between her legs wasn't letting up or stopping. Instead, he seemed to get worse the moment he was beside her, and only throb like a wound when he was gone. 

Warren put her laptop down and glanced up to meet her eyes only to find them swimming with lust. Before he could comment, Roze straddled his lap in one brilliant move. Soon he had a hand full of her ass as her soft body ground against him, her soft mouth driving him crazy. 

Groaning into her mouth as she got herself off rubbing against him, Warren was feeling up her ass, thighs, her sweet breast when the door opened. 

Springing apart both looked at Mrs. Madeline shamed face like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. She sure as hell gave Warren that look. 

'If she hadn't come in Roze maybe would have given me a taste of her cookie...' Warren thought-feeling put out. Mrs. Madeline could see the scowl on Warren's face but simply told them, "Dinner's ready." The two followed behind the older woman who was grinning knowingly as Roze blushed while Warren frowning wanting to know how far Roze would have let him kiss her down. 

Sitting down at the table, Roze and Warren ate the chicken alfredo and salad with gusto. Both enjoying two glasses of wine, and giggles as they leaned in talking adorably as Mrs. Madeline finished cleaning up, "Alright my loves, I'll see you all tomorrow morning." 

When they were alone Warren fixed Roze a look, "Well tomorrow is Saturday, you have no online classes, want to drink some wine and sit up for a while?" Roze grinned, "Sure." 

Both were soon sitting in the living room on the comfortable carpet in front of the fire making smores and drinking whiskey. The white room with it's nice carpet and grand staircase by the front door was a perfect vision of rich and proper only to be meet by howling laughter of the tipsy couple passing a whiskey bottle.

 Both were laughing and feeling airy when Warren suddenly grabbed her hand.

Meeting his eyes, Roze blushed as Warren asked, "You kissed me early...?" Roze shook her head fighting the heat in her cheeks, "I kiss you all the time." Warren smirked cockily, "Not like that. You've NEVER kissed me like you wanted to-." 

Roze faced him, "Like I wanted to what?" Warren's large, warm, hand slid up Roze's thigh making her breath hitch. "Like you wanted to be touched. Like you wanted to feel the same pleasure you felt before. And you knew who to go to get it." 

Roze let out a shuddery sigh, "Warren..." Warren's dominant side came out to rear it's head when he gripped her thigh in a harsh, satisfying grip, "Do not deny your feelings for me. I'll know it's a lie and you will not lie to me." Roze whimpered and met Warren's dark green gaze as lust and whiskey pounded through him, "I...I..." Warren grinned and pressed a fiery kiss to Roze's mouth. 

When he pulled back he whispered, "The moment you can tell me you want me, is the moment I will have you. But until then, you'll be coming to me from now on when you wish to be touch." Roze watched Warren stand and looked up at him with a deer in headlights look, "Time for bed?" Roze slowly nodded mind groggy with conflicted feelings and too much whiskey. 

When she got to her room, it took no time for her to slip into a cooler nightgown and fall into her bed. But it was soon after she was springing up out of her sleep. The lighting that brightened her room sending her back to a place she didn't ever want to be again...

Roze had always hated storms. Her foster mother had once told her it was god and his angels raging because of the crime, pollution, and fornication happening on earth that caused it. The need for cleansing. So she would make Roze and the other girls in the house strip out into their underwear in the front yard, holding each other in fear as the storms brewed around them. 

Roze had tried to be strong at only twelve for the sake of the other younger, more scared little girls. But she had been a child, and a child was afraid. 

Like how she was afraid of the storms, she was afraid of them in her cage. Whimpering as the other girls tried to sleep and not wanting to be a bother to anyone. She started to sob to herself knowing she was in for a long night of no sleep when someone whispered," It's okay." Looking to her left, Roze looked at the pretty brunette young girl with big green eyes, "It'll be okay, I'm right here." 

Roze whimpered trying to force the memory away. 

But then lightning struck, thunder crashed loudly shaking her entire body. Jumping into action, Roze ran until she was in Warren's room at the foot of her bed. Admonishing herself for being such a child, Roze whispered, "Warren?" Warren stirred, but in his whiskey laced mind, he thought it was still his hot dream of Roze. 

Roze sniffled as the rain came down pounding on the window, "Warren?" Warren slowly came to at the sound of his scared Roze and found her on the side of his bed, in tears. Pulling her to him, Warren asked, "What's wrong baby?" 

Warren's question was answered the moment lightning struck and thunder seemed to rumble the house. Roze tried to hide under his skin, and he shushed her gently rocking her. "I'm sorry." Roze whispered feeling embarrassed, "Don't be," Warren assured her kissing her head, "Don't be. I'm right here." 

Roze nodded but she couldn't sleep. She could never sleep until it was over, and Warren was more than okay with staying up with her. When she calmed down she held on to Warren as she laid on his chest, his rock hard chest perfectly comfortable to her. 

"I had a foster mother who was really Christian." Roze whispered in explanation, "At first she seemed like she was this older, sweet, god-fearing, woman. I thought I'd be safe leaving with her. I was twelve, four other little girls lived with her and two older than me. They were all fed and well-groomed, but they were dead behind the eyes. And soon, so was I." 

Roze shuddered as another rumble rung out, but she kept going, "She...she would preach to us. Tell us things that were wrong and right, but it didn't feel right. Her shunning people of different races like Arabs or Paki's because of what SOME people that look like them did. She was cruel to any gay or homosexual person she met. She told us...she told us all parents were going to hell for being what or who they were because it made them inept to take care of us." 

Roze shook her head, "But she swore that god put her on this earth to take us in. To nurture us and teach us the right things. Her way of doing that? Leaving us in a closet under the stairs for DAYS together. All six or seven of us in one little closet as gospel was played through the house. We had to stand in s-storms until the sun came out, a way to cleanse us of our sins." 

Warren hugged her tightly, "I'm so sorry baby," Roze nodded into his chest, "Did anyone ever report her? Neighbors, hell anyone?" Roze nodded again, "A school teacher, an older girl told them what was happening. We were all moved and separated. The only thing that happened with her was that she was forbidden from being a foster mother, a couple of hours of community service, and a fine." 

Warren scoffed in disgust, "How can someone get off on doing something like that to children?" Roze shrugged her head swimming with the horrible, and sometimes dangerous situation a bad home could land you in. "Because when your foster care trash you don't get the same love and adoration as if you had parents. You're a guaranteed check every month, a free babysitter for the other kids, free manual labor around the house." 

Roze remembered the harsh, and sometimes dangerous times, "It's like you're not a person anymore. You're just...you're a number in a file that belongs to the state or a money bag that belongs to someone. And CPS doesn't care, not if they can make you someone else's problem." 

Warren looked down at Roze who whispered, "I'm so sorry baby, you didn't deserve this. What happened to your parents, do you know?"  Roze sniffled, "My mother died, my father, my sperm donor...he abandoned me in an Arby's with a note saying he couldn't take it anymore. They found him of course, but he was drinking himself to death, shooting up whatever he could get his hands on. They just put me in the system because it was better than returning to the sender. I was one, maybe." 

Warren suppressed his rage, but it was hard. He wanted to find everyone who had every hurt his Roze and make them pay. He could think of numerous f****d up things to do to them without blinking an eye. He couldn't imagine why anyone would hurt her. 

Abandon her. 

"You'll never go through that again baby," Warren promised as he kissed her head. Roze grinned and nodded making him smile, "Want to go to try sleep?" Roze was surprised to hear only a light rain still going and smiled a little, "You distracted me from the storm. Thank you." She whispered genuinely grateful. 

Warren smiled as Roze hummed, "But funny enough I'm not tired. My body yeah, but my mind is just...overactive I guess." Warren smiled, "I can shut it off. But you'll have to trust me." Suddenly a deep rumble of thunder sounded making Roze jump again. "Shhh," Warren cooed kissing Roze's neck, "I'll teach you how to like storms." 

He then began to stroke her warm s*x through her lace panties, her thighs shaking as a wet patch began to soak in the lace garment. Groaning Warren huskily asked, "Do you like me touching you?" Roze gasped out as lightning flashed illuminating his room through the glass. Smacking her aching cunt, Warren demanded, "Do you?" 

Roze nodded eagerly and pleaded, "Touch me." Warren gritted his teeth pushing his fingers into her panties. He immediately found her soaking, her hot virgin cunt begging to be assaulted. Catching Roze's lips with his, Warren began to rub Roze's c**t teasing her, making her arch her back and whine for more. 

"Don't rush me, little girl." He purred in her ear making her shiver. Warren bit her neck and Roze gasped as he began to rub her c**t faster, her body tightening up as his fingers moved faster, "You're gonna c*m for me?" Warren groaned against her mouth, "Yes!" Roze panted out feeling her orgasm wracking through her body, "Good, c*m let me watch you." 

Roze's scream was covered by loud thunder shaking all of New York. The sky lighting up the room to show her beautiful face to Warren as she came on his hand. When Roze was done convulsing she panted looking up at Warren with heavy eyes as he stroked her hair. 

Warren kissed her goodnight seeing her eyes drooping and as another round of lightning and thunder began to pick up with the rain, Roze didn't stir once. She just turned over and laid her head on Warren's chest, his heartbeat calming her into the night.