Oliver is already proving to be a take-control kind of lover. It’s what I like. What I crave. What I need to be satisfied.
A complete alpha. Nothing less will fulfill me and my needs.
9
Oliver Thorn
Adelyn is highly responsive to my touch. I expected sensitivity because she hasn’t had sex in so long, but she exceeded all of my expectations. Bringing her to orgasm that easily was a beautiful thing. And it won’t be the last time I do it tonight.
I press a kiss to her inner thigh but it’s only a brief goodbye. I plan to come back. Soon. And hopefully often if she’ll let me.
I crawl up her body, kissing the ivory skin over her stomach, breasts, and neck. I’m glad she didn’t turn off the light like so many women do. And I’m happy she isn’t hiding her scars from me. I love looking at her. She’s stunning. The most beautiful redhead I’ve ever seen.
She presses her fingers to my lips. “I’ve been looking at this mouth for weeks, wondering and fantasizing about what it would feel like between my legs.”
“I hope I didn’t disappoint.”
She rubs her thumb over my bottom lip. “Not possible.”
Adelyn’s knees are bent, legs apart. Open invitation. My body presses against hers. Nothing between us. It would be so damn easy to forget the condom, enter her, and worry about the consequences later.
But of course that’s not what I do.
I stop and grab one of the condoms on the nightstand. Adelyn strains her neck to see over her tits and bites her bottom lip as she watches me roll on the latex sheath. Her wide-eyed stare makes my cock even harder. Bigger. I feel like a fucking rock star. “Like what you see?”
“I love what I see but I’d much rather feel it.”
“Good. It wants to feel you too.”
I move from kneeling between her legs to pressing my body on top of hers. She parts her legs wide and my cock finds its way to her entrance without any guidance from my hand.
I slide into her easily and then I go for the deep plunge. All the way. I love the sound of her gasp-then-moan in my ear.
I feel like I should give her a moment to acclimate to having a dick inside her for the first time in years, but I see it’s unnecessary when she tilts her hips to allow me deeper access.
“Fuck me.” She trembles and closes her eyes tightly while biting down on her bottom lip.
Whoa.
I thought Adelyn would want it slow. Sweet. Gentle. I was prepared to give that to her but she wants to fuck. Hard. No complaints here. I can give that to her too.
I drive into her hard and with total domination. Every stroke deliberate. Fierce.
I move faster and thrust as deeply as her body will allow. Her legs circle my waist but we don’t stay like that long before I grab her thighs and push them back and apart. I move to my knees and sink into her so hard and deep she’ll be reminded all day tomorrow who was here inside her tonight.
She reaches for my arm and pulls, encouraging me to lower my upper body. Heeding her cue, I lie down on top of her again. Her fingers follow the length of my arm until they find my hand. She grips my wrist and brings my palm to her neck.
It’s an odd position. I have to shift my body so my free arm bears the majority of my weight. No woman wants to be suffocated during sex. “Are you okay like this?”
“Yes. Keep it going.”
“You don’t have to worry about that, baby.” No way I’d stop. Being inside Adelyn Maxwell feels too fucking good.
She puts her hand on top of mine and places them both on her neck. Our eyes lock as I thrust in and out of her. “Squeeze it.”
How do I squeeze her hand when it’s on top of mine? “Huh?”
She repositions my palm around the side of her neck and presses my fingers and hand against her skin. “Hold me down. Own me. Show me I’m yours.”
I slow my thrusts despite how close I am to getting off because I’m confused about what’s happening here.
“Don’t stop. Keep fucking me.”
I look at my hand, and Adelyn’s, wrapped around her throat. And then I gaze into those pleading hazel eyes. “It’s okay. I want you to do it. I need you to.”
And then it clicks.
She wants me to choke her.
I can’t war with myself about this right now. I’m so close to coming. Fuck, I just want to… get off. I need to get off… so bad.
I lower my body and press my forehead against Adelyn’s, my hand still wrapped around her throat, as I slide in and out of her. She uses her hand to tighten my hold on her neck. “I want you to own me. Control me.”
I tighten my grip, holding Adelyn in place by her throat, and drive into her as I come harder than I have since… ever.
“I’m coming again.” I feel the vibration of her vocal cords, and it’s a reality check. My hand is wrapped around her lifeline. Squeezing.
I plunge hard one last time and then sink over Adelyn when the condom is filled and I’m completely empty.
Fuck. I’ve never gotten off so hard. Never. But what the hell just happened?
I lift my face from her shoulder. “What the fuck was that?”
“Our worlds colliding.” Adelyn grasps the back of my head and pulls me down. Her mouth takes complete possession of mine until she smiles, breaking the contact between our lips. “That was sooo good.”
Fuck. She’s happy about what just happened.
I can’t argue that the sex was good. Hell, it was fucking awesome. But my big hand was wrapped around her small throat. Squeezing. “I was strangling you while we fucked.”
“No, you weren’t. I could breathe the whole time.”
“Why did you tell me to do that?”
“It’s a huge turn-on for me.”
No way. She can’t mean that. It’s too fucked up.
I recall what she said about Martin. He knew shit. Kinky shit. And it was good. I liked it. A whole fucking lot.
“That sadistic son of a bitch taught you that, didn’t he?”
“Do you really want to go there?”
I move off Adelyn and roll to my back. I stare at the ceiling contemplating why in the world she would ask me to do something like that. “Haven’t you been hurt enough already?”
“I didn’t ask you to hurt me. And you didn’t.”
She’s wrong if she believes this is a game. “I’ve been choked by my biological father to the point of passing out. It’s not harmless.”
“It’s not about cutting off my oxygen to make me pass out.” Adelyn gets up and moves over on top of me. Straddling me. She grabs my wrists, pinning my hands over my head. “It’s about this.”
“Which is what?”
“Domination. Power. Control. How I feel when you exert your strength over me. All of it turns me on.”
“Why?”
“There’s something primal and exhilarating about a man who takes complete control in the bedroom. That’s what it’s about for me. I want to feel desire. Real desire. I need a man who will grab me and make me feel small and vulnerable and feminine but without hurting me.”
She releases my hands and sits upright, still mounted on top of me. “Outside of the bedroom, it’s all a level playing field. I’m an independent woman, and I control everything in my life. But in the bedroom… I enjoy being controlled by a strong man.”
“And choked.”
“I need an alpha male. I crave the dominance and show of strength he has over me.”
She reaches for my hands and intertwines our fingers. “You’re the first man that I’ve been able to trust in years. I couldn’t have let anyone else put their hands on me that way. It had to be you.”
She releases my hands and leans over me, propping on her lower arms. Her hands grasp my face and she presses a soft, closemouthed kiss against my lips. “Only you.”
She wants an alpha. A controller. A choker.
God help me, I like what I just did to her. I want to do it again. And that’s totally fucked u
p.
I spent my childhood being controlled, dominated, choked. What kind of person does that make me if I do those things to her? Even if it’s what she wants?
“I can’t do it.”
She presses her forehead to mine. “You can. You did.”
Yes, I did. And it was wrong. So. Fucking. Wrong.
“Not again.”
“I saw your face. You liked my submission. You liked putting your hand on me like that. You weren’t repulsed. And in those few moments when you held my life in your hands, I belonged to you. I knew it. You knew it. And you liked it.”
Only a monster could love holding another person’s life in his hands.
I grasp her hips and move her off me. “You’re confusing me with your last lover.”
“Don’t do this.”
I yank on my boxer briefs. “You shouldn’t have dropped something like that on me without any kind of warning.”
“I bet you’ve never come so hard in your life.”
I can’t argue with that. To do so would be a lie.
“Say it. Tell me.”
“Fine. I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
“See?” She leaves the bed and comes to me as I’m pulling on my jeans. “We’re good together. And that was only our first time.”
She kisses my chest and sucks my nipple into her mouth, biting down on it. And my dick spasms. “Imagine what it would be like after we learn how to fulfill each other’s sexual fantasies. Pure ecstasy.”
I’m scared as hell to know what her sexual fantasies are if she was brave enough to reveal her choking fetish the first time we’re together.
I pull my T-shirt over my head. “I’m sorry but this isn’t going to work for me.”
She steps away and wraps her arms around herself, hiding her nudity from me. I feel like a huge asshole so I pick up one of the towels from the floor and wrap it around her.
“We’re neighbors. We’re going to see each other. A lot. Where do we go from here?”
She looks so wounded. I didn’t want to hurt her, physically or otherwise.
She forms a faux smile accompanied by glassy eyes. “We’ll wave when we pass on the street and say hello when we see one another outside. We’ll resume our lives as they were before this relationship began, and we’ll pretend that this night never happened.”
Pausing for a moment, she quietly adds, “It can be another secret we add to our collection.”
Adelyn is special to me. I don’t want to not have her in my life. “No more hanging out?”
She looks at the floor and shakes her head. “I can’t. Not after this.”
I don’t want our friendship to end over this. “Maybe we break for a day or so and see where things go.”
A tear falls from her cheek onto the floor. She covers her face with the end of the towel and shakes her head. “No. I’m so humiliated I can’t even look at you. Please go.”
She shouldn’t feel humiliated. I was unprepared.
I don’t know how I feel about this yet, but I know that I don’t want to let her go.
“Adelyn…”
“Don’t. Just go. Please.”
There’s no damn way I can concentrate on work today. Not after my disastrous night with Adelyn.
It bothers the fuck out of me. All of it. But most of all, I hate knowing that son of a bitch who nearly murdered her is the one who taught her that kinky shit. And she likes it.
I can’t stop imagining some faceless asshole putting his hands around her throat.
What is the fascination with it?
Why does she like it so much?
Why did I like doing it to her?
I turn to the one source who won’t judge me for asking. The web.
I open a private window on my browser and do a search: choking during sex.
Choking has become the new third base.
Inspired by violent pornography.
Men want a princess in public and a whore in the bedroom.
Women want a gentleman in public and a master in the bedroom.
Some of the articles and posts I find are disturbing while others are… interesting.
Deep-rooted desires of domination are no longer taboo.
Stop asking her what she wants. Tell her what to do. Order her around the bedroom like you own her. Issue commands. You are in charge. She exists for your sexual pleasure. She exists to please you.
Choking is an indicator of your strength as a man. If you are an alpha male, a woman will crave your domination and show of strength.
Who the fuck writes this shit? And who the fuck does this shit?
Everything in my upbringing, at least from the time Mom and Dad got us, taught me this is not the way women should be handled. My parents invested a lot of time in teaching me how to treat people respectfully, especially females. They taught me right from wrong and worked hard to undo all the wrong that had been done to me.
Choking Adelyn feels like I’m doing harm to her. Hurting her. In my mind, nothing could be more wrong yet these articles claim otherwise. And Adelyn does as well.
“You look exhausted. I’m hoping that’s a sign your date with Adelyn went really great.”
I jolt at the sound of Lawrence’s voice like a kid caught looking at porn. And that’s sort of what it feels like I’m researching.
I minimize the screen displaying the article “How to Choke a Woman During Sex.” Lawrence would flip out if she read that heading. Or saw the photo of a sexy couple where the man’s hands are wrapped around a naked woman’s throat.
“I didn’t get a lot of rest last night.” I couldn’t sleep. All I could think of was the disaster with Adelyn.
It was so good… until it wasn’t.
Lawry was so happy when I told her Adelyn and I were going out on a date. She insisted on coming over to choose my outfit and prep me for the evening. She said Adelyn wasn’t like the others I had dated in the last few years so I might need a little coaching on the way to treat a woman like her.
No way she could have prepared me for what happened.
As much as I love my sister and desperately need to talk about what happened, I can’t betray Adelyn’s confidence. I can’t tell Lawry we ended the night on a bad note because she asked me to choke her during sex. Which I did. And fucking liked it.
I may very well be as messed up as Adelyn.
“We hung out until it was pretty late. Had a bit to drink. You know how alcohol and lack of sleep can kick your ass.”
I hate lying to my sister.
“Sounds promising.”
Might as well let her down easy and get it over with. “I don’t think so.”
“Something go wrong?”
Try everything.
“Nothing in particular. I just think we’re probably better off being friends.”
“Maybe you should give it another shot. I definitely think Adelyn’s worth the effort.”
Lawry isn’t giving up easily. “I think it’s best we’re friends for now.”
“Romantic relationships can grow from friendships. I still have high hopes.”
The worst part of all this is that I don’t even think I’ll get to keep Adelyn as a friend. She couldn’t even look at me last night. I fear that our friendship may be broken beyond repair.
I knew going in this would end badly. Why didn’t I listen to my gut? At least then I’d still have her as a friend. I’d rather have that than what remains.
“You need a pick-me-up so come on and grab a cup of coffee before we get started.”
Monday morning production meeting. And the staff at BCC will be sitting in on this one to see how things are done.
I love talking profit, but I’m not in the mood for this today.
Per usual, Lucas leads off with financial reports and projections. Iron City is thriving and earning more money than ever before. I should be smiling. But instead, I’m thinking about a redhead covering her face with a towel and telling me to go because she can’t
look at me.
“There’s a fuck-up that needs to be addressed.”
“Lucas—” If Lawry’s voice isn’t a warning, her eyes are, reminding her husband that the staff from BCC is present.
He nods his understanding and moves on to the problem: the batch of sour beer that made it out of the brewery. “It was a costly mistake. Not to mention putting us behind on production.”
Bacteria. It’s a tricky little bastard in beer production. Not harmful to a consumer but it can turn beer sour.
Porter thumbs through his log. “It was traced back to tank eighteen. It’s been sterilized a second time so the problem should be solved. But we won’t turn out the batch currently in it for another twelve days.”
Which means we wait for the verdict. It’s not the first time we’ve had to sit around and await fate.
Looks like I’ll be waiting for two verdicts over the next couple of weeks.
Waiting on the beer verdict? Not a problem.
Waiting to see what happens with Adelyn? That one’s going to cause me some stress.
10
Adelyn Maxwell
“That is not a smile I see on your face.”
It’s Monday morning. I’ve been fucked. Well fucked. But, sadly, I’m not smiling. Not even a little bit.
Maurice takes a cup from the cardboard to-go carrier. My morning white chocolate mocha. He’s my hero. “Tell your Maury all about it, darling.”
Maury is not the least bit uptight about anything. He flies a very flamboyant freak flag so I tell him things. Very personal things I can’t share with even my best friends, Jill and Kristin. And he never judges.
“You were taking Delicious Honey home with you the last time we spoke.”
“Shit.” My mocha burns my tongue. It’s hotter than normal because I’m here before my usual time. I left home earlier this morning to avoid running into Oliver.
“Oliver went home with me after we left the club and the night was going really well. We skinny-dipped, made out in the pool, and then we took it upstairs.”
Maury swishes his hand through the air. “Wait. Before this story goes any further, I need to know something. Is Delicious Honey hung?”
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