His Property

A Serious Talk

When Warren got home, he immediately sat out to find Roze. Mrs. Madeline told him she had been dormant in her room all day like a shut-in and it pissed him off. 

But also worried him. 

When he got to her room he knocked before letting himself in. 

Roze was in her bed watching something on Netflix when Warren came charging in. She sat up shocked and her eyes widened in surprise, "U-um...I really don't want to talk right now." Warren sighed carelessly, "Too bad, let's go." Roze shook her head and the thunderous expression that took over Warren's face scared her out of her mind. 

But not because HE scared her. 

But because she knew what defying him would make him want to do to her. He'd want to punish her, spank her into submission or god knows what else. 

And she wanted him too. The instant hot tingle followed by a warm flood rush of liquid in her panties let her know that. 

"Come, Roze." He ordered in his deep baritone making her shiver. But yet in still, Roze shook her head causing him to groan in annoyance. Roze squeaked when suddenly he picked her up and threw her over his shoulders like a sack and began walking out of her room. 

Protesting, Roze blushed when some of the maids looked at them in shock as Warren casually strolled by. He walked down the hall, up the last floor of stairs and to his room. He suddenly stopped in a dark room and sat her on her feet. Roze scowled at Warren as the blood rushed from her head and watched him hit the light and his room brighten up. 

Looking around the Navy blue and white room, with its large California king bed, the head of the bed's wall being a floor to ceiling window. The white curtains framing it beautifully as it flaunted a beautiful view of New York. Looking at the large bed, Roze felt slightly intimidated. She wasn't afraid of Warren like she was before, now knowing him she didn't think for a second he'd harm her intentionally. 

But he was a man, and a man had needs. Wants. 

Is THIS what he wanted? 

Now?

His warm body came and pressed up against hers, "Easy baby. I'm not trying to push you into anything. I just want you to talk. Come, sit." They sat on his bed as music poured from his iPod doc. The beautiful crooning from the Spanish woman was sensual and light as they sat not talking. 

When Roze couldn't take the agonizing silence she whispered, "What did you want to talk to me about Warren?" Warren chuckled before shooting back, "Why did you avoid me this morning? Did I f**k this up? Did I go too far...do something you didn't want to do?" 

Roze licked her lips, "It's...it's more complicated than that." Warren nodded as a grim look settled on his face, "This is about me buying you." 

Roze exhaled, "No...yes...FUCK! I don't know!" Warren gritted his teeth, "Then...what do you know?" Roze slowly shook her head, "I know...I know that for almost a month you've taken care of me better than anyone else in my life. I know that I've liked you as more than a friend." 

Blowing out a nervous breath Roze admitted, "I just...I NEVER had...a this before. B-before I was kidnapped, I was foster trash. Men...boys, they were to fear. I didn't get the sweet handholds, the promises of love and protection." Roze shuddered, "I got huge men leering at me while their just as cruel, disgusting sons tried to force themselves in my room." 

Warren looked at Roze cautious, "Do you see those men in me?" Roze shook her head, "No...I've never met a man like you in my life. But...you bought me. What does that make me if we...?" Warren grabbed Roze's hand and kissed her knuckles, "It doesn't make you anything. Besides my woman that is." He pinned Roze to the bed with his blue eyes seemingly glowing in seriousness. 

"I want s*x with you...I am a man and I find you attractive. But I understand your trauma and will never force you to have s*x with me. I didn't buy you to make you my s*x slave, I bought you out of wanting to take care of someone. Needing to be needed." Warren smiled fondly as he tucked a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear, "You just...you gripped me by balls the moment I saw you darlin'. I didn't know I could feel lust, or...hell anything like how I did when I was alone with you." 

Roze blushed and then whispered, "What you like...what we did. Is that what you like from women?" Warren slowly nodded, "I am a dominate. I like rules, playing, punishments. It's...I had a complicated relationship with a woman, and it became a way to make it easier. Until of course...it didn't."

Roze nodded and whispered, "I don't know if...if I want to have s*x with you. At least, not right this second. I can't...I..." Warren nodded kissing her head, "That's okay...but can we be more? Can we try it out? If you don't like it we won't go farther. I'll stop." 

Roze grinned, "Okay. Yeah, I'd like to see if we can be more." 

Smiling Warren nodded and looked at her carefully before slowly leaning in and giving her a gentle kiss. Blushing Roze looked away making Warren chuckle, "So...is there anything else you want to talk about?" Roze glanced at him shyly, "You said...you said you became a dominate to make your relationship with someone else work. But it didn't. What happened?" 

Warren let in a deep breath. 

"It's...it's stupid. I guess in short, she wanted me to be someone I wasn't. And when I couldn't be that person she looked for him in someone else. I ended it when I couldn't keep letting her back in." 

Roze leaned into Warren's warm body and he kissed her head. Turning on his 4k tv hanging on his wall, Warren put on a movie and soon they were cuddled up looking at a movie. Roze left out of his room after a couple of movies. Warren got a couple of quick kisses in and whispered, "Goodnight," against her sweet little pink mouth. 

Falling into his bed smiling, Warren for the first time in a long time felt happiness in the very center of his being.