Best Served Cold

by Sandy Lynn

  Behind her, Demetri sighed. “I just need you to sign the papers and tell me when you want him served with them.”

  “Now’s good for me.” She struggled out of his embrace.

  “Why don’t I show you two to one of the conference rooms,” Tina said.

  “No, it should only take a second, right? We were supposed to go get pizza.” She was officially back to panicking. She couldn’t be alone with Demetri. Especially after what she’d just watched. No, this was not good, not good at all.

  “Don’t worry about it. When you’re through, we can all get something to eat. Unless you’d rather not join us? Have you already eaten, Demetri?”

  Again Stacy stared at her. How could her best friend do this to her? Yup, she was definitely on the Benedict Arnold list now.

  Taking a deep breath, Stacy gave a mental shake of her head. The man was a professional. She was certain he’d say that wasn’t necessary, and it would just take a second. Then he’d be on his way so she could go have supper with Tina before she went out and bought a nice, large vibrator to play with. She made a mental note to stock up on batteries as well.

  “That’d be wonderful. Are you’re sure you don’t mind?”

  “Not at all. Just follow me.” Tina disappeared through the door and Demetri gave Stacy no choice but to follow.

  When they were alone in the room, the same one she’d been in just the night before, she sank down into a chair. She didn’t want her ex anymore—she couldn’t even stand to think of him as her husband any longer—but it hurt knowing he wasn’t even trying to be discreet anymore.

  “Where do I sign?” she asked, determined to stick to business. She could be professional. She would. Nope, she would pay no attention to the way Tina had emphasized the word eaten. And she’d completely forget she spent a good part of the previous night with her lawyer’s tongue buried inside of her. As far as she was concerned nothing happened. She’d watched a boring television show.

  Or maybe a porn flick. She was a free woman, she could do what she wanted to. Yeah, that’s where the images were coming from. Subliminal thoughts planted by some porn that had her imagination running wild. That was why she could almost feel Demetri’s hands stroking her body, his tongue delving between her folds to gently lick the—

  “Is there something going on between you and that pen that I should know about? Should I leave you alone for a little while?”

  “What?”

  “You were fondling my pen. Would you like to keep it?”

  She dropped it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “You looked like you were going to give it a blow job.”

  “I most certainly did not.”

  “Yeah,” he chuckled. “You did. Listen, I understand if you aren’t ready to take this step. I just got the impression that you wanted to be finished with your ex as soon as possible. I wasn’t trying to corner you with the papers.”

  “It’s not that. It’s...This is going to sound so stupid, but it just—I don’t know how to feel, knowing I’ve been replaced so quickly. I don’t want him back, but he’s already replaced me. He hasn’t even signed separation papers and he’s moved on with his life. We were together for nine years.”

  “It’s normal to feel conflicted. I’ll take these back, and you just let me know when you’re ready. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

  “I’m ready now.” She tried to take the papers from his hands, but he wouldn’t release them. “Demetri, let go, I’m ready to sign them now. I just want him out of my life.”

  “Have you even grieved?”

  “Why would I?” She tilted her head to the side and stared at him as though he’d grown a second head.

  “You were with him a long time. It’s only natural...”

  “No. I don’t want to grieve, I just want to move on with my life. Give me the damn paperwork so I can sign it.”

  “Stacy, I don’t think you should press this. You might still change your mind.”

  “No, I won’t. I promise you that.” Even she heard the viciousness in her voice. “Demetri,” she said, taking a deep calming breath as her guru had suggested earlier. “Give me the papers.”

  “Why don’t you want him anymore? Is it just because he fucked another woman?”

  “No.”

  “Then why?”

  She shook her head. She was not going to get into this with him. She was not going to tell her lover why she was leaving her husband. Talk about awkward.

  “Then I won’t do it.”

  “Give me the papers.” She tried to jerk the out of his hand again, but his grip was too strong.

  “Not until you tell me why.”

  Walking over to the small fridge that was kept in the conference room—the one Tina had told her about after her fourth trip back to the main office—Stacy opened one of the hidden cabinets and took out a glass. She pulled a pitcher of water from the fridge and tried desperately to remember everything Savon had told her about quieting her mind. He’d spent at least fifteen minutes trying to explain it to her before he’d had her attempt it herself.

  After another deep breath she poured herself some water.

  Raising the glass to her lips, she slowly sipped the cool liquid.

  “You still love him, don’t you? You want him back?”

  One second the glass was in her hand as she drank the water, the next there was a large wet spot on the wall just to the left of Demetri. She hadn’t even heard the glass break, but she saw it scattered on the floor.

  “Admit it, and we can all go. That’s why you haven’t gotten your revenge yet. That’s why you don’t want to choose what you want to do to him.”

  “Fuck you,” she screamed. She picked up the pitcher and threw that at him, this time deliberately. She was disappointed when he easily sidestepped her projectile. “I hate him. Get the hell out of here. I want a new lawyer. Impartial, my ass!” she screamed.

  “That’s why you can’t even think of one good reason to get a divorce,” he goaded.

  Screaming as loud as she could, she grabbed whatever was close to her hand and started throwing it at him. She thought she could trust him. Boy, was she wrong. He was just another asshole.

  “You want fucking reasons, I’ll give you motherfucking reasons. I hate him. I hate that little whore he’s screwing around with. He played me for a fool. I stayed home and cleaned his house, did his laundry and made sure he had food waiting for him. I stayed at a job that I despised more than anything just because he liked it. He never appreciated me. He hadn’t even touched me in more than two months. I don’t remember when he told me he loved me the last time.

  “He acted as though our anniversary was an inconvenience and always spent time with ‘the guys’ on his birthday. Hell, he even spent time with them on my birthday the last three years. I deserve better than some jackass who doesn’t pay attention to me. Someone who does as he pleases with no regard for anyone other than himself. If it happens to be nice for someone else, well, as long as he’s not inconvenienced, then that’s just fine.”

  When she ran out of glasses to throw, she opened the fridge and grabbed out unopened bottles of soda. She threw one right after another at him. “I deserve a life. I deserve to be happy. I deserve better than a man who treats me like an afterthought!”

  Stacy was pissed. She finally understood what people meant when they said they were so angry they saw red. Everything in the room seemed to be tinted crimson. She needed to get out of there, away from Demetri. She couldn’t believe she’d been so wrong about him. There was only one problem. He was standing between her and the door.

  Striding away from the small refreshment area, Stacy tried to walk around him, but he blocked her.

  “Get out of my way. I’m done talking to you. I want a new lawyer.”

  “Well, it’s time you learned you won’t always get what you want.”

  “What the hell do you care? Move. I’m out of here.”

  “We�
��re not finished with our meeting.” Demetri effectively blocked her again.

  “Oh, yes we are.”

  “No, we aren’t. You still haven’t given me one good reason that you want to leave him. For all I know this is some elaborate makeup-breakup scenario you two act out every so often when life gets too dull.”

  She froze. “What exactly are you implying?”

  “I’m not implying anything.”

  Walking up to Demetri, she shoved him as hard as she could in the chest. “Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you suggest that this is all a game to me? This is my life!”

  “You don’t want to give me any information, and you don’t want to sign the papers. What am I supposed to think? And really, am I supposed to be so stupid as to believe this man would just hand over any hopes of winning his case by being so careless with his lover?”

  Stacy swung at him again. Unfortunately, she was too close for it to do much harm, and her fist bounced weakly off of Demetri’s chest. Tears filling her eyes, she kept swinging. “I hate you. I hate you. Let go of me.”

  Though he didn’t try to stop her from hitting him, he wouldn’t let her position herself so that she could hurt him.

  “Why were you with me last night?” he growled when her swings became more sporadic.

  “Let go of me,” she insisted, struggling half-heartedly to get out of his grasp.

  “Tell me.”

  “I’m not telling you anything.” She tried to hit him again. But her aim was off. Instead of hitting his shoulder or his arm as she intended, this time her open hand connected with his cheek. The sound of her smack echoed within the room. Stacy’s mouth dropped open, and she froze. She hadn’t meant to hurt him.

  Demetri growled and grabbed both of her hands. Once he had a firm grip on them, he held them behind her back. She backed up, attempting to escape him, but he wouldn’t allow it. The knowledge that she wouldn’t be successful didn’t stop her from trying. The table did that.

  Swallowing hard, Stacy wondered what she was going to do now. Would he hurt her? Would he hit her back? Would he just push her down and stride out of the room swearing she would have a new lawyer in the morning? Would she blame him if he did?

  He was still growling low in his throat, still pressing closer to her. “Tell me the truth.”

  “You want the truth,” she spat, hoping that he wouldn’t know she was only pretending to be brave. She prayed that his senses weren’t that acute. “Fine. The truth is, you can bite me.”

  Staring into his eyes, she saw fire leap inside of them once again. He leaned closer and for a second she thought that he was going to kiss her. Instead, he bit her on the shoulder. His teeth sank into her. It hurt—but it didn’t. Not like it should have. It was more of an erotic pleasure pain than painful.

  She felt him adjusting around her as her hands were shifted slightly. He was pressing down, but she couldn’t lean back any farther, she was already lying on the table, her back pressing flat against its hard wooden surface. Demetri growled again and grabbed one of her legs.

  In this position Stacy knew she could—should—kick him and try to scramble away. That she should fight him. They were arguing and she needed to push him away and run out of the office. Now that she’d decided on a plan of action, she just needed to convince her legs to relax their grip on his waist as they held him to her.

  She really would have to get control of her own limbs one of these days.

  She’d forgotten that she wore slacks until she felt them being ripped almost immediately after he’d finally released her shoulder. Some perverse side of her that she’d never known existed wanted to demand he resume biting her. She lifted her head to complain about his careless treatment of her clothes, to say she could’ve taken them off instead of having him rip them from her body. The words froze in her throat when she got a good look at his face.

  The expression should have had her terrified. She’d never seen such hunger. Unless she counted the many hours she’d spent watching the discovery channel...or movies. She certainly had never seen that particular look directed at her before.

  As she watched, his gaze never left hers as he lowered his head to her shirt. Taking the top button in his mouth, he ripped it off. Spitting the piece of plastic back out, Demetri moved to the next one. He continued working his way slowly down her body until she was squirming against him, her clothes ruined.

  “Demetri?”

  He answered with a growl. The sound poured over her body until it gathered between her legs. She could already feel the cream practically dripping out of her pussy.

  Stacy struggled under him, trying to free her hands as he ripped her panties off. Just to her left, she heard a sigh. She wanted to turn her head and see who had just walked in on them, but he held her gaze captive.

  “Get. The fuck. Out. Now.” Demetri spoke softly, emphasizing his words carefully, but she could still hear the menace under them. He never looked away from her, but she knew whoever had interrupted had no doubts he was talking to them. She hoped they knew better than to try to test his restraint at the moment. There was something primitive about his behavior, something that made her feel like she knew women must have felt back when men actually acted like cavemen. She was intoxicated by it.

  A second later there was a small click as the door was shut once again.

  The sound snapped her out of whatever daze she was in. “We can’t do this here.” Stacy tried to reason with him. She wanted to suggest they go back to her apartment—or to his. Thoughts of denying either of them at the moment evaporated. She only wanted to find a more discreet location for their latest sex-capades.

  Again he responded with a growl that played havoc on her senses.

  “Let me go,” she whispered. As she watched him nudge her shirt apart with his nose, part of her wanted him to refuse. She’d never been allowed to experiment with bondage before, no matter how much she’d been intrigued by it. The thought that he could do anything he wanted while she could only lay there excited her. It was almost as arousing as this primitive side of Demetri. Almost. Her heart sped up when he used his teeth and her position to rip her bra into two pieces, directly between the cups.

  Part of her knew if she really wanted him to stop he would. It told her that he would never force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. She knew that was why she wasn’t really struggling to get free. He may have let his animal instincts free but he was a man, and the man in him wouldn’t hurt her.

  “Tell me the truth,” he growled again. His nose circled her nipple before he bit her again. Stacy couldn’t have stopped her gasp or her hips from arching against him even if she’d tried. He laved the sensitive bud, then paused.

  “What?” Was this how that faery felt as she lay bound to the table in that erotic torture room?

  “The truth.”

  “What truth?” What was he talking about? Why was he still completely dressed? How could he thrust into her if his pants were still on?

  Her struggles resumed, stronger this time. But for a completely different reason than the desire to be free. She wanted his pants off now.

  “Why were you with me?”

  She said the first thing that popped up in her head. “You asked.”

  “No, I didn’t.” He shifted to give the same attention to her other breast.

  Damn, he has me there. She knew she had to say something or he’d stop again. “I don’t—I don’t know. It felt right, okay?”

  He stopped and stared at her. His nostrils flared. “That will do for now.” His grip on her hands eased, then tightened once again. “If you move your arms so much as an inch, I will walk out those doors. Do you understand?”

  Stacy nodded. He couldn’t mean what he said.

  “I mean it. One inch, and I will leave and not look back. Promise me.”

  “I—I promise.” As much as she’d determined to avoid him, now she wanted to feel him inside of her. Forcing her arms to remain positioned ab
ove her head, she lifted her head slightly to watch Demetri unbutton his pants. His cock pressed against the new opening, trying to seek entrance to her body. It seemed to want to be inside of her just as much as she wanted him there.

  Instead of thrusting into her like she wanted, Demetri untangled her legs from his hips and spread them farther apart. He lowered his head, and Stacy’s eyes closed as her body wept with joy at the anticipation of his touch.

  She whimpered slightly with disappointment when she felt his tongue on her thigh. A finger easily entered her, and was joined by a second. The digits pumped into her a few times before he bit her thigh.

  Her head flew off the table and she looked down at him trying to figure out what exactly he was doing to her.

  “You told me I could bite you.” He continued biting and stroking, kissing and fucking her with his fingers until her pussy clenched around him.

  “Demetri,” she half-screamed, half begged.

  He growled and withdrew his fingers. The second they were out of her, he had his cock pressing against her. With one hard thrust he was buried deep inside of her, his balls bouncing slightly against her ass.

  It was torture trying to keep her arms above her head when all she wanted to do was grab two handfuls of his thick hair and pull him down to her. She wanted to feel his mouth on her body; on her throat, her shoulder, her breasts. On her mouth. She wanted to yank his shirt off and dig her nails into his flesh as she moaned in delight.

  But she’d promised to keep her arms above her. And she didn’t really want to find out if he would walk away in the middle of sex. Demetri’s fingers dug into her hips, and she knew she’d have fresh bruises. But she didn’t care. Unlike the previous night—had it only been one night ago?—he was neither gentle nor slow.

  Stacy could feel her orgasm approaching, and he still hadn’t even kissed her.

  “Demetri,” she called out, trying to get his attention. He grunted, and she took it for agreement. Locking her legs around his waist, she lifted and did as she pleased. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she grabbed fistfuls of hair and forced him closer. The second his mouth was touching hers, her tongue pressed into his mouth. Their kiss pushed her over the edge, and her first orgasm of the night washed over her body.