Relentless Desire

by Jacqwin Hess

  So, the next thing he did was get his computer repaired, getting a new hard drive put in and reloading his private files, upped the memory and left with practically a brand new computer. It had been giving him troubles and he had been about to get rid of it anyway, but now it was working great with all the junk cleaned out of it and more memory put in it. Normally, he did all the computer work himself at his lab, but he wasn’t at his lab at the moment and he wanted her to trust him-now!

  Okay, that had been the strangest computer visit she ever had! Sebastian, as it turned out, was also a major computer wiz. He literally walked in there and practically took over the business, was allowed to repair and work on his computer himself, talking all this crazy lingo. He even took the time to show them a thing or two; speaking about parts on the inside of the computer and programming math and coding. She just shook her head with her mind reeling just thinking about it all. Weird, since he so doesn’t come across as being a nerdy tech wiz, but…he was obviously in his element, getting along with the guys like he’s known them forever, so easy going with them and joking around, making easy conversation with them—yet standing there looking like a Norse god, huge muscular, gorgeous and perfect. Obviously there was more to Sebastian Darvaine than just being a business tycoon, boring guy who lived on the phone all the time and lived an extremely uneventful life. Things were defiantly looking better

  The restaurant is so fancy and—Oh God! She smiled as the hostess saw Sebastian and instantly went into shock. She swore the girl was nearly hyperventilating right there and when he said table for two?!...Adri suddenly lost her pleasant smile and hated her instantly!

  “Really?”

  The bitch actually said ‘really’ and though she had said it very quietly, they still heard her. The look Sebastian gave her could have stripped flesh off! She was smart enough not to try his patience and placed them in a back corner booth, the best one with the window overlooking the bay from one side and up the street from the other. They were already there and people staring after them or he would just leave. It was actually the best restaurant in town, only a few buildings down the street from the computer store.

  Once they were at the table, their waitress leaned over in front of him, acting like she was scratching her ankle or something and flashed him her boobs. The woman was practically stuffing them in his face when taking their order. Oh god-seriously?! He didn’t look at her at all, but his face let her know he thought she was damn disgusting to pop her tits in his face, leaning away slightly—hearing him softly moan ‘so gross’ as he kept reading over the menu.

  “So, you’re not a fan of boobs being forced in your face?” Adri teased him and he looked up at her, smiling, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

  “Of course I am, but at the appropriate time and place, engaging in hot sexual activities with the owner of said…boobs. I like it very much, especially when they’re yours–Ohmigod,” he replied, rolling his eyes and looking down to his phone as it buzzed, but he caught her own little eye-roll over his compliment to her. He let the phone call go to voicemail, instantly…irritated with her. She realized he was irritated at her, giving that shy shrug and meeting his eyes. “Don’t do it again,” he told her. She remained quiet and so he continued. “Let me tell you something about me, right here and now. I don’t droll out meaningless compliments, waste my time saying anything that isn’t true or say shit to make someone feel better or good about themselves. I don’t humor people or shower them with glory to boost their ego or self-esteem, because I couldn’t give two shits about their feelings, self-esteem and….what’s going on in here,” he pointed to his chest. “What comes out of my mouth is always and will always be nothing but the absolute truth and how I honestly feel. I have never and will never lie to a lady to get her in my bed, because I don’t have to. Not being egotistical, just honest. I am a straightforward type of guy, who tells you like it is, like it or not, pain or not, being honest to a fault. It’s made me many enemies over my lifetime. I don’t bullshit.

  “So when I tell you that I think you are amazing, incredibly sexy, and the best fuck of my existence, then you can damn sure know with absolute certainty that I mean it and it’s the truth, to the core. I do not say or do anything that I don’t mean or without good reason—getting pussy isn’t reason when I…obviously have it shoved in my face on a continual basis. I don’t…need you…to like me. I want you to, but…I don’t need you and I’ve already got your signed permission to take what I want and without asking, so I have no reason to brag of your better side, humor you, sweet talk you, and lay sweet compliments at your feet. If I ever say them or anything of the nature, then I mean them and…frankly, when you do what you just did?...it turns me off and insults the shit out of me—running me down, my tastes and style and feelings down, and saying that I don’t know what I’m doing and that I don’t have good judgment; that I have bad tastes. Are we clear?”

  “Yes.”

  “Don’t make me repeat it. Don’t ever forget it.”

  “But surely you know that sometimes, telling someone good job or giving them credit—”

  “No, I give credit and acknowledge when someone did something out of the ordinary and did a good job, but I’m not gushing. I’m not the gushing type, or the pleading type, the false presentation type, unless I have a billion dollars at stake, that’s business and different, schmoozing clients. I’m not an attention seeker, needy,” he stated. She smiled, laughing out, covering her lips with the back of her hand. He just lifted a brow at her, and after a few minutes passed in silence, he spoke again, “So, tell me about—” he cut off with a curse, pulling out his phone and then sighed. “I’m sorry. I have to take this or go back and…I’m not going back,” he replied sternly and punched the screen, answering the call.

  He looked up from his dinner and froze, staring in shock as the three guys from his doorstep entered the computer store. Well, he wasn’t worried about it. He knew they didn’t get anything, having melted the hardrive and that right there being the real reason why he’d done it. He had a feeling they were trailing them and he wondered if it was being done on Tax Payers dime. He reached up and turned the dial of the shades, blocking them from view in case the men looked back and spotted them. He sighed and relaxed when he saw through one of the slits that they began walking the other way and headed to the old greasy spoon restaurant up the road instead.

  After they ate, several phone calls taken and made through the whole meal, he was quick to take the ticket, stashing in cash and telling her without looking to keep the change. She easily guessed the woman had left her number on the ticket, which he left in the binder and just gave back to her. Then her heart flopped like crazy when he smiled and looked back at her. “I can’t wait to get you back out on the yacht and spend the weekend out on the Island with you. It’ll be nice to have you all to myself out there.”

  “An Island?! Seriously? Of course, there is a private island, too.”

  “It’s not private, but don’t make me tie you up early and spank you when we get back,” he replied. She smiled, covering her mouth, lightly laughing at him, and her face bright red over the naughtiness of what he wanted to do with her. Images of her swatting her own bottom back at her apartment and then shaking her hand from the sting had him smiling and lightly laughing. “God, you’re adorable. Come on, let’s go.”

  “I am not, don’t say that. Victoria always say’s I’m so PG and I am not. I’m at least an R, but of course, I guess now I’m a triple-X, thanks to you!”

  That had him laughing out at her. “Darling, you haven’t even begun to experience X, let alone triple-X. You don’t have a clue, though I am trying my damnedest to get you to experience it-work in progress.”

  Suddenly, from behind the kitchen door, they could both hear one of the girls speaking to another. “I’d triple-X with him. I would SO triple-X with him–like Boom! Make me your bitch, tie me up, spank me red, twist me like a pretzel, cover me in wax, and spin me like a top. Ye
ah, I’d triple-X with that one anytime.”

  “Hee-Hee! Candy, you’re so funny.”

  She just pretended not to have heard the woman and looked back up at him; her mind, however, wasn’t so sweet, seeing her claws tearing into the woman’s face. Hee-Hee Candy you’re so funny. Yeah, she’s real hilarious–stupid bitch. She just grinned up at him and shook her head. “You knew exactly what you were going to do with me and had this all planned from the start.”

  “No-No, I didn’t think of it until this afternoon.”

  “Well, I suppose I have no choice but to resign myself to being your captive for the weekend.”

  “Ooh, now those are teasing words there, Baby Girl. You better be careful.”

  “What? Your captive? But it’s true and you know it. Come on, let’s go before big boobed Birtha comes back and tries to suffocate you between her tits next or get twisted like a pretzel and spun like a top or whatever the fuck that was.” Adriaunn replied as she got up to her feet and Sebastian smiled as he came to his feel, t hen laughed at her. He threw his arm around her neck, pulled her to him and kissed her soundly on the lips as they walked out of the restaurant. They headed straight to the yacht and left out into the Sound. She noticed that they now traveled at an obviously faster pace.

  Sebastian was a relentless man. The brutal bastard! He knew I’d been trying to leave! Now she sighed in relaxation as she lay out on the private beach of some island off the coast of Connecticut; or, she guessed it was Connecticut or maybe New York. Hell, she didn’t know, she was actually turned around now and didn’t ask, not exactly caring at the moment. She just couldn’t move, so relaxed and soaking up some vitamin D in the lap of luxury, glancing up to the breathtaking house up off the beach. The front part of the house gave her full view inside, being a wall of windows, so open and airy. She watched him talk on the phone, pacing back and forth, shouting at someone on the phone. He kept pointing up to the TV, talking about dropped stocks, hearing some mumbling and then the word ‘million’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘I want.’ ‘get it done’ ‘now’ ‘fuck’ again and more yelling. He was obviously stressed out, sparing her a glance every now and then, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand when royally frustrated. He was there when he should be at work and afraid to tell her they had to leave. She didn’t want to leave and he could use time away from work…

  “We all having something to lose if this doesn’t go through and none of us can afford it not to go through. We’re past that point now,” he replied as he watched Adriaunn step up onto the porch from the beach. She had a strange look in her eye, a look he was quite familiar with, just not from her. He held the phone from his lips. “I’ll call you back in a bit.” Then he swiped the power off and dropped down on the sofa, taking a deep breath to calm his anger as he looked at Adriaunn. She came to stand before him, moving between his legs. She pushed him back on the sofa, dropping down her to knees, reaching up and unbuttoning his pants. “Adri—” She jerked on the top of his pants and he lifted his hips, letting her pull them down. She gently gasped and began caressing over his flaccid cock, working it until she got it good and hard. To his shock, she lowered her head, enveloping her sweet mouth about his flesh, but then stopped and looked up at him.

  “Just relax. I’ll do my best.”

  “Last time you did this to me, I woke and you had me in your throat. Trust me, your best is more than adequate, Adri.”

  She smiled as she stroked that incredible, beautiful dick, loved the thickness, strength, and solidness of it in her palm and now was going to do what she’s wanted from the moment she first saw it. “So beautiful. Perfect…” she replied softly and then opened her mouth, closed her lips around the huge tip. She ran her tongue at the slit and suck his cock on down. She continued to move her mouth on his cock, taking it wholly in until it budded at her throat. She sucked deeply and hard, having no problem about giving head.

  She watched him roll his eyes closed in ecstasy, loving her offering as he slid his fingers into her hair, gripping tight. He relaxed as he gave in to her care and gentle ministrations; letting it do what it was intended to do and take his mind off work, if just for a moment. Before long, he was dying, panting and shouting out in shock as she wildly thrust her mouth and throat on his flesh. She was working it so hard, so good. He gave a short cry, fisting his papers on the couch next to him as he began to feel his balls tighten, come surging up through his cock. He blew hard, jabbing it at her throat and biting his lips, as he came in her sweltering skilled mouth, feeling her throat open for his release. He growled out in the aftermath, feeling the burning subside, the pulsing in his veins ease, still feeling her sucking on his softening flesh. He was reeling over how good it felt when she did that. He looked down as she stopped and looked up at him, looking so beautiful. She was amazing. “So, what was that for?”

  “You need to learn to relax Sebastian, enjoy the moment. Carpe Tempus. It’s my motto and what I live by or…at least I try too. Don’t worry. Whatever is going on back home, whatever major deal you’re working on, it’ll all work out. It’s not worth damaging your health over. You’re The Killer, right? Let your people do their job.” she told him and then rose up, kissed him before leaving back outside to let him finish working.

  He tried to get back to work, but after almost two hours—several calls into managers, a few of the execs, and assistants done—he sighed at the feel of his cock tightening in his pants, staring down to where she frolicked in the water. He stared as the waves crashed over her, seeing her look back and smiling. Shit, I came here to get away from New York and to be with her. What the hell am I doing on the phone to lawyers and managers I pay and can keep waiting?! One more call to end all calls, twenty minutes later, and he ended his business for the day.

  She looked back and gasped when she saw him on the beach heading straight for her, stripped naked right there and came after her. She darted away and ran from him. The water slowed her too much and he was far stronger; feeling his arms wrap around the waist, lifting her up against him. She was going to turn and kiss him, but he shoved her up against the round boulders, twining her hair around his hand, gripping tight and holding her down. Single-handedly, he tore away her bikini and fingered her to dispense her wetness. She couldn’t help herself and moaned as she felt him fit his cock between her folds and then drive ruthlessly deep into her, lunging hard and whole.

  The night was spent in gentle ecstasy. He used oils and creams to ease her soreness, champagne flowed, getting a little drunk from it. He poured some of the champagne upon her body, where he licked it off and out of her. The night was so incredible, just like the night before at his townhouse, spending hours upon hours of being pleasured, teased and then blown apart by one orgasm after another.

  Sebastian—even knowing three pairs of eyes possibly watched—couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop just because they were following her like some jealous boyfriend. He finally dropped down on her, taking her mouth and kissing her. She wrapped her arms about him, enjoyed it when she kissed him back and didn’t fight it. She was totally into it, especially with the wine they consumed and let him have her more gently, affectionately. He was totally out of his element, but didn’t care, just going with it—loving the tender moments every bit as much as the rougher times he fucked her. He blamed his feelings on the champagne, that he’d allowed himself to open his mind and enjoy the softer side of a woman—Adriaunn. He grunted in pleasure from the pain when she gripped his ass so tight, squeezing it to hold him right where she needed him and began to climax. Her hot body jerked and pounded his, then she bit his shoulder as it happened, tears streaming down her cheeks from the power of it. “Submit to me…”

  “Ha-I think I just did, didn’t I? I’m yours, but in bed only. I work and live as usual, as I had before, not getting any more involved than we already are. I’m not ready for that, Sebastian, a full committal thing—or a mistress…sub/Dom thing. We just keep it simple and uncomplicated. Just…enjoy each other. Please?�
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  “All right. I’ll agree with that.” For Now!

  “Tell me, at the restaurant the other day? She gave you her number, didn’t she? When you got the ticket? That gorgeous blonde. Why didn’t you take it? I would have been none the wiser.”

  “Would you have ever given a guy your number?”

  “Oh-No! Not in a million years! To aimlessly pass your number out to a total stranger is to say I’m an easy whore, come get a booty-call. Nasty! I’ve only given my number out one time and that was on a lead to move here. Good thing I did, too, since I lost his card. He called me, this publishing guy, Mr. Landry. We communicated for a whole year and everything. I moved here, but…we never got to meet and he stopped taking my calls. When I tried looking him up, there wasn’t a Landry Publishing. So imagine my total horrid humility and fear. I mean, I move to New York from talking to this guy. He-He could have been a crazy scammer or murderer—whatever. Like who was this freak?! And please don’t tell anyone about that. I haven’t even told my family or anyone; too…embarrassed that I was that stupid! But of course, I guess it’s nice now, since I got to meet you, huh?” she replied and he smiled, chuckling down at her, caressing the back of his hand over her cheek. “Well I’ll never give my number out again–absolutely not–it scared me. If I wasn’t–hadn’t been under such duress and so desperate, I wouldn’t even be here with you right now or…know anything about you, not accepting your attentions, but things just worked out the way they did and Victoria talked me into it. I knew she’d never send me to someone bad or…who would hurt me and…who wouldn’t mind just being my bitch.”