Deceitfully Yours

by Bethany Bazile

  His grip on my waist tightens, he sighs raggedly, and that’s my only sign that he’s coming. He doesn’t moan or tremble as his cock throbs inside me and he fills the condom with his cum.

  He heaves a breath then looks up with clouded eyes. He stares at me passionately, and the need to taste him engulfs me. I lean in until I can feel his panting breaths against my lips, but just as I’m about to claim his lips, he steps back and abruptly disconnects us.

  He rubs a hand behind his neck and looks away. He obviously avoided kissing me, and I don’t like the feeling that leaves in my gut.

  “Go get cleaned up,” he says, then turns and walks out of the room. I knew this wasn’t going to be a typical relationship, but was it too much to want to bask in a moment of intimacy after what we just shared?

  So much for staying emotionally detached.

  I slide off the dresser and wade across the plush carpets into the restroom. Cleaning the traces of Jude off my body feels like a sin, but I jump in the shower anyway because I don’t need to get any attachments to a man who is incapable of a simple kiss after pushing everything he has into me.

  Jude

  This honeymoon suite is set up for romance and seduction. Most of the furniture was here when I bought the hotel. Despite being old, they are still sturdy. The dresser I fucked Kylie on barely moved. This was the first time I’ve had sex with a woman in my hotel. I always keep my sexual relationships outside of work.

  I pick her phone up off the table in the dining area and walk back through the archway to the bedroom. I open the bay doors that lead out onto a small balcony and look over the city. I’m surprised she doesn’t have a password on her phone.

  As much as I want to break her and mold her into the perfect submissive, she may be the one woman who’s capable of breaking me. I can’t figure out what it is about her that has me so captivated. Sure, she’s beautiful, but she’s one of many beautiful women I’ve been with. I’m pretty sure she’s mentally corrupt and uses men, but sexually she’s innocent. I like that her eyes are wide open to the world around her and she isn’t naïve, but she’s never tapped into the real pleasure a man can give her, and I’m glad I’ll be the one who introduces her to it.

  The shower cuts off, so I grab a pair of briefs and pull them on. I need some sort of barrier between us before I’m tempted to tie her to the bed and have my way with her all night long.

  She walks out wrapped in a white towel, stops in the middle of the room, and drops it. I almost smile at her antics. Gone is the innocent woman who clung to me as I possessed her, and in walks the seductress. The woman who uses her looks to get what she wants is back. The problem is after a few more nights like this, I’m not so sure she won’t be able to get whatever she wants from me too.

  She bends over and picks up her dress, and I look away. She has no idea she’s tempting an animal all too willing to devour her. She steps in behind me, pushes her body against my back, and peeks over my shoulder.

  “What are you doing with my phone?” she asks, surprised to find me with her phone in my hand.

  “I entered my number, and there’s also an address to a doctor in here. You need to go there tomorrow and get tested. She’ll also put you on birth control.”

  She snatches her phone out of my hand. “I’m already on the pill.”

  That’s good because the pill takes weeks to become effective. Once I know she’s clean I can get rid of the condoms. “I’ll get tested also.” I turn to face her, and I’m glad she pulled the dress on. “I’m going to take you in every way possible, and that includes raw and dirty, with your wet flesh gripping onto my bare cock.” I watch as her breath quickens and her gaze drops to the ground. She’s not as bold as she pretends to be; she can barely handle dirty talk.

  I walk out of the room, and she follows without being told. I stop at the doorway and say, “My address is also in your phone. I’ll be expecting you Thursday at five.”

  “Thursday?” she asks without containing her disappointment.

  “Thursday,” I repeat and run my fingers through her wet hair. “It’s five days away. You’ll survive.” She looks down and nods before walking out the door, leaving behind her lingering scent.

  ********

  I pull onto the empty night street leading to my place, and my phone immediately begins ringing. My mother’s voice booms through the speaker the moment I press Talk.

  “Jude?”

  “Mother,” I reply suspiciously.

  “Don’t take that tone. I’m not calling to harass you.”

  “Okay, so what are you calling me for?”

  “Well, I’m finalizing the seating chart for your sister’s wedding, and I just wanted to be sure you’re bringing someone.”

  “Yes.”

  “Who?”

  “Mom…” I try to warn her off with my tone, but my mother’s the one person who’s not intimidated by me.

  “Jude, you’re thirty-one years old, and I’ve yet to see you in a serious relationship.”

  “You’ve seen me with plenty of women.”

  “Every woman I’ve ever seen you with is like a placeholder. There’s no emotional connection between you. Most of the time you barely even speak to them.”

  “This is sounding an awful lot like harassment to me.”

  “Seriously, you can’t be alone forever. Your sister is six years younger than you are, and she beat you down the aisle.”

  “I’m perfectly happy as I am. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be at Emma’s wedding with a date.”

  “I do worry about you. You haven’t been the same since…” A few silent moments pass, and I know she’s going to hit me with something serious. “You know she invited him to the wedding?”

  My blood chills, my grip tightening on the steering wheel as I pull into my driveway. “Invited who?” I ask, but I already know.

  “He’s your brother, and it’s only right he’s there. Maybe he’s changed.”

  “Changed? You think he’s changed? He’s incapable of change.”

  “We at least owe him a chance.”

  “We don’t owe him anything. He’s a user, and he’ll drag us down with him. If he shows his face at the wedding, I’m leaving.”

  “Jude, you can’t make her choose between you and your brother. She loves you both.”

  “What’s there to choose between? The brother who’s been there for her all her life or the one who pops up when he needs something?”

  “Just give him a chance to prove—”

  “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks, and thanks for the nonharassing phone call.”

  “Jude!” she shouts before I cut the line.

  “What?” I snap.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” I sigh. It’s just her evil-incarnate son I can’t stand. There are things about him she doesn’t know, and I’m not sure she’ll ever want to hear. If he shows back up in my life, things will take a bad turn.

  Chapter Four

  Kylie

  This gym has become overpopulated. As Stacia and I walk out of our yoga class, I notice the number of women in the locker room has doubled. Stacia is my roommate, and the only other person in this world I know who’s stuck in same situation as I am. This apartment is our shelter, our solitude from the craziness that is our lives. In here we pretend the con artists we really are when we step out the door don’t exist. We live by three rules, and the third one is the most important.

  Never fall in love.

  “So how’d it go? You haven’t said a word about him all morning.”

  I shrug my shoulders as I wipe sweat off my chest with a towel. “We had dinner, he laid down his terms, I accepted, and then we had sex. The end.”

  “Wait! You slept with him.” She pauses to gape at me. “That is not the end. You seem disappointed.”

  “I’m not disappointed,” I say as I shove items into my gym bag. “I’m angry that it was as good as I
expected. Better even.”

  “So you’re upset a sexy man gave you an incredible orgasm.” Her loud voice causes the women in our row to glance over. They’re pretending like they’re not listening to our conversation, but they are. Women are experts at nonchalant eavesdropping.

  “No,” I whisper. “I’m mad because a cold, sadistic man has me up all night craving the things he wants to do to me.”

  “Sadistic?” A wicked smile plays at the corner of her lips.

  “Apparently, Jude Baxter is into BDSM, and I’m the catch of the month.”

  “Was he rough with you?”

  “No. Not yet. I think he didn’t want to scare me off.”

  “Well, then you don’t know how sadistic he is. I’ve been with men who like to play, and you’d be surprised how thrilling the experience can be.” She pulls her bag over her shoulder, walks out of the locker room, and I follow suit.

  “I mean what can be more exciting than a sexy man dominating you in a sexual way?” she asks as we leave the sweat-dampened gym and walk into the cool midday air.

  Nothing. I can’t think of a single thing that’s made me feel such passion and longing. “He won’t even kiss me,” I blurt out. I didn’t realize it was still bothering me until this moment.

  Stacia looks over at me and laughs. “Guys like him have rules. If no kissing is one of them, then you have to adjust. I’m sure he’ll adjust to the things that make you uncomfortable.”

  As she fumbles to put her keys in the lock at our front door, she sighs then turns to face me. “I’m worried about you. This guy sounds like the kind of guy who will break you down. From the effect he already has on you, I’m not sure you’ll be capable of building yourself back up.”

  “I’m not going to let him break me. This is not about love, and you know that.”

  “The only thing I know is it’s never about love. It’s always about lust until it isn’t anymore. Then you’re curled up under the covers wondering when your vagina grew a heart.” She’s so over dramatic.

  “Stacia, please.” I push past her and drop my bag in the entrance closet.

  “I’m serious, Kylie.” She follows me into the kitchen and leans against the counter as I pull out a bottle of water and drink it. “You haven’t had sex in years. You can’t disconnect, and this man is going to use his cock to fuck with your head. He’ll have you begging him to chain you to his wall and whip you just so you can feel close to him.”

  “Must you be so crude?”

  “You’re about to step into a Dom’s lair, and you’re uncomfortable with dirty talk? You’re going to need to adjust quickly because there’s going to be a lot of foul-mouthed fucking going on.”

  “I love you, and you’re my only family. And maybe you’re right about him, but I can’t stop now. I don’t want to stop. I’m jumping in with my eyes wide open, so can you just be there for me if I start to drown in the deep end?” She’s my other half, the only person who will ever understand why I do what I do. We’re alike in every way. We have similar coloring and the same long, blonde hair. We have similar bodies that we keep trim and fit by working out five days a week. The only discerning difference is her gray eyes and my green ones. Most people mistake us for sisters, and that’s exactly what our friendship feels like.

  She walks over and pulls me into her arms, and I hug her. “I’ll jump in and pull you out even if I have to risk my life to do it.”

  I know she means it because I’d do the same for her. We’ve been in this together for five years, and I couldn’t imagine being half as sane as I am now without Stacia Opal.

  ********

  Are doctor’s offices supposed to feel high-class?

  That’s the first thought that comes to me as I sit in Dr. Kendra Moore’s waiting room. Everything is so pristine and white. The table and reception desk are glossy and fingerprint free.

  “Kylie Weber?” the nurse calls out.

  I follow her into a large room that doesn’t have the ordinary table with stirrups. At this office, those mundane features have been traded out for a plush chair that looks like a recliner that moves into position with buttons.

  Dr. Moore is a young brunette with shockingly blue eyes and a radiant smile I immediately read as fake. I’m the expert at fake smiles, and I’m on instant alert.

  “Good morning, Ms. Weber. I understand you're a friend of Jude's?”

  “Something like that.” I'm definitely picking up on a weird vibe.

  “All right, we'll run the usual test, and I'll send him the report in a couple of days.” She walks around preparing everything she needs, and I can feel her resentment rubbing off on me. I really don’t like the way she said “usual test.” She wants to remind me I'm one of many women, and she’s seen them all.

  I hate needles, but I hate it even more that this woman is the one wielding them. She rattles off unnecessarily as she swabs my arm with the cool alcohol pad. I try to ignore her, but she's persistent.

  “So where did Jude find you?” She busies herself with the needle as though she's not prying into my personal business. It's making me really uncomfortable that this woman knows what my relationship is with Jude, and I have no idea what hers is with him.

  “We ran into each other at a restaurant.” I smile at her and hope her questions are over.

  She chuckles as the needle pierces my skin, and I flinch. “Jude always has a way of finding the most…exotic women.”

  I'm not sure if that was a complement, but it didn't feel like one coming from her. I’m pretty sure she was going to use another word but caught herself before she offended me. I know I should bite my tongue and try to escape as soon as possible, but I can't resist. I ask, “So how do you know Jude?”

  She finally looks into my eyes as she answers, “Oh, we've been friends since we were kids. His sister and I are inseparable. I'm the maid of honor at her wedding. Maybe I'll see you there?”

  She only makes that last comment because she knows she won't be seeing me there. I get the feeling she knows everything about Jude’s relationships, and she either disapproves or wants in. I'm going with the latter.

  Once she's done sucking my blood and what’s left of my patience out of my body, I grab my bag and rush toward the door.

  “Hope to see you at the wedding,” she chirps as I open the door. I swing back around and glare at her well-sculpted smile.

  “That's not real likely. I'm not interested in becoming part of the family. I'm only interested in how well he can fuck me.” Her eyes widen and she tries to hold back her gasp, but it's the reaction I was looking for. I smile to myself as I strut out of her office. Even though she made me uncomfortable, I know I won't question Jude about her. We don't have that kind of relationship. So as much as I want to tell him to go fuck himself for sending me to a woman who obviously has had a crush on her sister's brother for years, I won't. I just need to learn to separate my feeling because what Jude and I have is strictly physical.

  ********

  “Are you really going?” Stacia asks.

  She’s watching me as I pull my skin-tight, sleeveless red dress down over my expensive lingerie. Usually I avoid spending large amounts of money on anything, but sexy underwear is a must. Rule number one in my business is to not sleep with a client, but occasionally I have to take a few items of clothing off to keep him interested enough to give me what I need. Rule number two, never stick around too long or a man will get agitated and attempt to take what you won’t give him.

  “I don’t like this,” Stacia says. She strides into the room and flops down on my bed.

  I meet her eyes in the mirror as I put on my earrings. Her lips are pouty, and her expression a mixture of nervousness and fear.

  “I have to do this,” I answer.

  “No, you don’t. You’ve just met this guy, and you’ve already broken one of the rules. You haven’t slept with a guy since Shane, and you see how terribly that ended.”

  Shane dropped into my life right when I n
eeded him. He was young and charming with wavy blond hair and shimmering gray eyes. Stacia knows how I feel about her mentioning his name, so I know she’s really trying to talk me out of this. We never talk about Shane, and that’s the way I like to keep it.

  I place my shaky hands on the dresser and hang my head. A couple of deep breaths and the tightening in my chest eases but doesn’t disappear.

  “He was different. That will never happen again. Girls like us shouldn’t be looking for love and a happily ever after. We don’t deserve it, so it’s not an option.”

  “You sound like Mason,” she whispers. I spin around and look into her gray eyes. She’s my sister, friend, and sometimes mother because she watches over me like one. How we ended up with no one but each other is a long, twisted story I refuse to think about most days.

  “Maybe he’s right,” I say.

  She flinches then shakes her head, sighing heavily. “He’s not.” She gets off the bed and walks toward me. “This is a mistake. He knows it, you know it, and I know it. I can’t stop you from going to this man, but please be careful. Any man who wants to control you will most likely break you.” She leans in and kisses me on the cheek before walking out the door.

  Chapter Five

  Kylie

  Thursday evening, as I leave Portland in my little black convertible, I can't help but feel like I'm leaving a piece of myself behind. This is a far reach from what I normally do. I'm always in control of every detail of every interaction I have with men. But as I roll down the deserted road with nothing but trees lining each side, I know I've lost control of this situation. Jude has taken me far out of my comfort zone. I turn down a narrow road that leads to his home, and I realize I haven't seen another house in miles, probably because like Jude's, they are all hidden half a mile behind these rolling trees.