“So if there is some chemistry there, why aren’t you pursuing it?” Damon asked.
“Liv didn’t have to leave yesterday. There was no hurry for the layout, and she didn’t give me any indication that there was anything more between us than sex. Are you happy now?” Drew asked sarcastically.
“You’re brain-dead, I swear.” Damon shook his head. “Even I could tell there was more going on than just sex. I saw the way she looked at you and noticed how her face lit up when you were around…the woman has fallen for you, but you’re as dense as a post, bro.”
“Yeah, well you’re a dick.” Drew gave Damon his famous middle-finger salute. The same salute that graced the front page of the Dallas Observer.
“Life’s too short, bro,” Damon said and left it at that.
* * * *
Liv and Regan entered the restaurant and were seated. “We haven’t been here in years, Liv. I’m so glad we decided to come here.”
Liv smiled. “Me, too.” It was difficult to put on a happy face. She wanted a do-over of the week so she could relive her time with Drew. Looking back, it was one of the most erotic and fun weeks she had ever had.
The waitress came over and placed drink napkins down with a greeting. “Can I get you something from the bar while you look over the menu?”
Liv was staring out across the restaurant in another world, so Regan ordered.
“Thanks,” Regan said to the waitress, who walked toward the bar.
“So, I was thinking. It’s been a couple of years since I changed up my ad campaign, and since I’ll be opening my second location I need the best person for the job I can find.” Regan smiled.
“A second location? That’s fantastic, Regan!” Liv beamed. “Oh, and I know exactly who you should hire.”
“I thought you might have an idea!” Regan laughed, “Ooh, there’s our drink order.”
The waitress set down the frilly drinks. “Are you ready to order?”
Regan tried not to panic. “Oh, I need a couple of minutes. Sorry sweetie, I got to talking.”
“What’s this?” Liv raised a questioning brow. “I don’t remember ordering a drink.”
Regan giggled. “I ordered because you were zoning off. It’s sex on the beach. Try it, you’ll like it!” Damon had told her that once. It seemed appropriate now and kind of humorous because it was an inside joke that only she and Damon shared.
Liv picked up the drink and nodded when the concoction hit her tongue. She supposed she should look over the menu before the waitress returned, and besides, her stomach growled, reminding her that she was hungry. She picked up the menu and went about making a decision while she weighed the pros and cons of each with Regan. They began to giggle while they reminisced about the last time they had eaten here so many years ago. It was the time Regan tripped over a potted cactus on her way to the bathroom and had the entire restaurant as an audience. Good times.
When Liv made her decision, she put her menu down only to look up and see Damon and Drew standing looking at her and Regan. She momentarily lost her breath. Drew looked hotter than hell in his starched jeans and button-up blue shirt that made his eyes seem more intense, and heavens, he was wearing a black Stetson. She was speechless, her blood pressure had risen considerably, and lust filled her brain while she remembered what was concealed underneath those jeans.
Damon grinned while Drew looked as overcome with desire as Liv. Regan got up and motioned for Drew to sit down. Drew complied and looked confused but happy. Damon and Regan made no attempt to sit down and just smiled.
“Well, you two have a nice evening. Drew, here are the keys to my truck,” Damon said.
“Wait, y’all aren’t having dinner with us?” Liv asked.
Regan laughed. “You’re very perceptive, sweetie!”
“But what about your drink you ordered?” Liv was confused.
“Is that sex on the beach, baby?” Damon laughed when Regan nodded. He looked at Drew. “Try it. You’ll like it,” he said, wrapping his arm around Regan and leading her to the door.
“That must be a private joke.” Drew turned to look at Liv. “So, I guess it’s just me and you…I’m glad it worked out this way,” he admitted.
“Same here.” Liv smiled.
After Drew and Liv ordered, the conversation was minimal. Neither knew what to say. Liv struggled with her trembling fingers which she found odd since they had already had sex multiple times. Being around Drew seemed to electrify every nerve ending in her body. Just looking at him made her shiver with excitement. He could command and take control of her body in the most primal way, the way she liked to be taken. Liv felt that men needed to be in control in the bedroom. Outside was a different story. Outside a relationship to her was a partnership, give and take.
Each subtle move Drew made had Liv tensing. She watched his strong arms and the way his chest flexed with his movements. She recalled how fantastic he looked without clothing. Her fingers tingled, wanting to explore the planes of his body and feel the muscles contract at her touch, and they also wanted to wrap tightly around his dick, her ears wanting to hear him groan with pleasure.
Drew flashed Liv a wicked and playful smile. “If your mind is as far gone as mine, let’s get our dinner to go and get the hell out of here. I have to touch you.” His finger lightly glided down her bare arm.
Liv closed her eyes and clenched her thighs tight to keep them from trembling. Drew’s lips kissed her neck. Yes, she knew how he felt. She wanted to touch him, too. It was wild to know he had that power over her. When his fingers trailed along her breast down to her thigh, she caught herself lightly moaning. Her mind snapped to attention. Oh, hell, we’re still at the restaurant! She went rigid and looked into his eyes. They were wild and wanting. “Let’s get out of here before we make a scene,” she whispered and took a deep breath.
* * * *
Drew opened the truck door for Liv and was grateful to Damon and Regan for this night. He should have called Liv, but couldn’t muster up the nerve. This part was easy, the coaxing and teasing. Liv loved it, and so did he. Liv was addictive, plain and simple.
Liv gave him her address and Drew entered it into his GPS. As long as Roy told him where to turn, he’d be just fine. Roy was what Damon named his GPS. It had a male voice, too. He had been in such a funk over women the last year that Damon had eliminated any and all reminders around him. Seeing Regan and Damon every day was enough of a reminder. Drew didn’t need more. But now with Liv away from the ranch, he was miserable. Funny, he cursed her for showing up and for having a nice body, breasts, smile, and eyes. His plan was to resist and stay on his course, but, damn it, the woman was hard to ignore, and actually, he didn’t want to anymore. Drew looked over at Liv, and she smiled. She looked nervous. Her hands were clasped in her lap. Her back was erect and her eyes darted wildly as she looked for anything to focus her attention on.
Maybe it was just the excitement of seeing him again. God, he hoped so. He was so wrapped up immediately when he saw her at the restaurant, he sported his usual erection that he got when he was around her. All he wanted to do was sink his dick home, inside her, and stay there for hours.
Liv’s cell beeped. She looked at Drew to see if he minded. As long as it wasn’t a man vying for her attention, he didn’t care. “I don’t mind if you need to get that,” he said. Roy told him to turn right at the next street. Drew turned on his signal and tried to keep his curiosity at bay. It was killing him to not know who was in Liv’s life. She smiled when she read the message and then shut the phone off completely. Who was it? He wanted to know but wasn’t about to ask. He was being immature.
Apparently Liv sensed his worry. “It was Regan. She’s quite the funny matchmaker, isn’t she?” Liv said and pointed to the parking lot of her apartment complex. “That’s it over there. I’m in building 3A.” Drew felt a rush of relief. Regan, he could handle that. A man, no way. After tonight he decided to really get to know who was a part of Liv’s life.
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nbsp; Drew parked and felt his world shift. Relief. He was here with Liv, and nothing else really mattered. He leaned over and tipped her chin up with his hand. “It hasn’t been the same around the ranch without you.” His lips met hers, and she opened for him to enter. A soft moan tickled his lips, and he pulled her close to his body, Liv’s hands braced on his chest to keep him at bay. “Let’s get inside.”
* * * *
Liv opened the door and got out before Drew drove her mad with lust. His touch and his sweet, sinful kiss had her melting. Already her body tingled with excitement, her pussy contracting in need. It would be easy to just take him in her apartment and allow him to have his way with her, but she had other plans and she had to see them through if she expected to really have his heart.
The last year had changed Drew from a happy-go-lucky guy into a man filled with regret and anger. She felt it from the very moment she met him. He wanted to hate women, all women. The baggage he was carrying hadn’t affected his sexual performance, though. It actually enhanced it. She hoped after she was finished tonight that part would stay intact. Oh, how she loved Drew’s pent-up anger when they were joined. The problem lay after sex. He was withdrawn and moody. That was the part Liv wanted to break down. The text from Regan reiterated what she already knew needed to happen.
Drew followed with a gleam in his eye. Liv hoped that he was okay with being dominated because that was getting ready to happen. She unlocked her door, and before she could fully open it Drew had his hands around her waist. His mouth kissed her neck, and she could feel his cock rub against her back. It would be so easy to just go with it and allow her body the pleasure it needed, but she couldn’t. Regan’s text was clear. “If you want more than sex with Drew…put him through the course!”
Liv couldn’t believe she had confided information of the course that Brock had put her through with Regan, but she felt so much better afterward, she had to share it with someone because it changed her so much. As for Drew, Liv was nervous about how he would take it. Likely it would bother him. It was meant to. She broke free from his hold, turned, and pushed him to the couch. “Have a seat. We have all night.”
Drew blinked his eyes in confusion and groaned. Liv winked and walked into the kitchen and returned with a beer. “Have a beer. I have something planned, so relax.” Her fingers trembled when she handed Drew the beer, and he raised a brow.
“Will I like it?” he asked with a wicked grin playing on his lips.
“I hope so!” Liv smiled back and walked toward her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Inside her room, Liv leaned back against the wall. Breaths came fast and hard. She couldn’t tell if it was just nervousness or excitement of what she was about to do. Looking up, she spied the hooks that Brock had installed into the studs years ago. That was one reason she had never moved out of the tiny hole she lived in, because it had a part of Brock in it. And besides, she’d have to explain the hooks to the manager and would likely lose her deposit. Brock was a fond memory now, a friend and lover that she had said her final good-byes to. He would want her to move on and be happy, and that’s exactly what she intended to do.
Liv hooked up the shackles to the hooks. Then she opened the leather straps to have them ready for Drew’s wrists. A shiver shook her, and she felt her panties soak in her excitement. Next she pulled out the ankle restraints and fastened them into the wall hooks on either side of the room. It wasn’t a perfect system, but it worked. Lastly she pulled a blindfold out of her drawer along with her leather bustier and G-string panties. Her hands fumbled as she dressed. Her nerves worked at her. Could she do this? She walked to the closet and reminded herself why she was going to do this.
With her thigh-high boots on, Liv reached for the box of pleasure toys on the top shelf and set them down where she could access them. Walking out of the closet, she reached for her choker and clasped it around her neck with fidgeting fingers. She needed to do her hair, makeup, and god, she had to hurry. She needed the full-out effect to get her into the mode she needed to be in.
When she was finished she looked into the mirror, and someone else looked back. Her nerves had calmed now, and desire for hard-core play filled her mind. “Okay, Drew Radcliff, game on,” she whispered.
* * * *
Drew’s eyes grew wide when Liv stepped out into the living room. Her thigh-high boots had his dick straining instantly. The bustier had her breasts pushed up. The smooth flesh invited him to taste. He swallowed hard. She was wearing a leather choker around her neck, her smooth blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and her lips were brilliant red. Dark eyeliner highlighted her eyes. They looked wild but in control. His throat had gone dry, so he took another pull off his beer. He had no words to speak, anyway. He just wanted to pillage and plunder her body that was wrapped up in black leather, exposing her best features.
“Get up,” Liv said softly, and Drew found himself complying. He loved games, and whatever kind of shit she was into was worth investigating fully.
“Now, generally I allow you to dominate because I like it…but tonight we are reversing roles. Do you understand?” Liv asked with no hint of a smile.
Drew nodded, and the crop she carried whipped his ass with a small bite, and Drew tensed. “I have rules…first, you will only speak when asked to speak, and second, I ask the questions. Do you understand so far?” Liv asked as she studied him.
“Yeah, whatever. I’m good with it,” Drew said, his excitement getting the better of him.
Liv whipped him smartly again. “’Yes’ will suffice.”
Drew straightened. “Yes.”
* * * *
Drew was willing to play along. Good, Liv thought. “Third, I’m going to give you a safe word…if it gets to where you can’t handle what I’m doing to you, use it.”
Drew interrupted, “A safe word?” He laughed. “Honey, you couldn’t hurt me if you wanted to!”
Liv used the crop again, effectively getting his attention. “I didn’t ask you a question, and you just broke my second rule.”
Drew closed his mouth. He rubbed his dick that strained in his tight jeans.
Liv wanted to throw the crop down and give him control. She wanted to hear him command her to suck his cock, and more importantly she wanted him to so she could taste him and feel his cock stretch her mouth. It would be too easy to give up the charade and feel his dick thrust hard into her cunt where she needed him the most.
Liv turned and squeezed her eyes tight and worked to clear her head. When she turned, Drew hadn’t moved. “As I was saying, I’m going to give you a safe word…use it if you need to.” She heard Drew chuckle and worked at not grinning herself. “Your safe word is ‘strawberry,’” Liv said, and she almost smiled. She knew that was one word he wouldn’t dare to use, and that was the point.
“Strawberry?” Drew chuckled, and the crop struck his ass again, and he groaned.
Apparently he was enjoying her whipping him. Fantastic. “Now, I will put a blindfold on you and take you to my room only if you agree to relinquish control and submit to me…do you submit to me, Drew?” Liv purred at his ear, goading him.
“Fuck, yeah!” Drew didn’t hesitate. Liv slipped the blindfold on and kissed his lips ever so softly. Grabbing his hand, she led him to her room. Inside, she stopped him where she wanted him to stand. She unbuttoned his shirt then pulled the tails out of his jeans. She pushed it off his shoulders, and it fell to the ground. She pulled his left arm up and wrapped the leather wrist restraint around it and locked it into place.
“Oooh, this is fucking kinky!” Drew chuckled. Liv struck his ass a little harder than before, and he winced. “Sorry,” he whispered, but she decided not to whip him for that.
Continuing on, Liv moved to his right arm and strapped it up in the leather restraint above his head. So far he looked like a Y. She walked around him, taking in his impressive body. Her hands teased as she walked around. Yes, he was all man, she surmised and stroked her hand across his dic
k that was already hard as steel. Drew moaned but kept his mouth shut. Liv knelt down and removed his boots one at a time and set them out of the way. She stood and reached for his belt and slowly unhooked it. The trembling in her fingers had returned. She took a deep breath and unbuttoned his jeans then eased the zipper down. She could tell that Drew was biting his tongue at this point. She could almost hear him tell her to suck his cock and demand that she take it all in, and feel his hands tangling tightly in her hair. She wanted that so bad but forced herself to continue on.
Next, Liv slipped her hands inside Drew’s jeans and pushed them down. When they reached the floor, she lifted his feet one at a time and removed his jeans completely. His dick tented up his boxers. He was excited, great. She pulled the boxers off, and his dick flung free. Her mouth sucked it hard. She couldn’t help herself. She had to taste him. Drew growled and pulled against the restraints. Her fingers explored his flesh and the ridges of his abs, around to his ass where his muscled flexed in sync with the suction of her mouth. She gave one last pull with her mouth and stepped away, causing Drew to groan from the absence of her mouth.
The final step was to wrap the leather restraints around his ankles. She scooted his legs further apart so he was spread wide and met with no resistance. Quickly she restrained both ankles before he could change his mind.
Drew started to speak but closed his mouth. He looked so sweet and innocent with his blindfold on. He licked his lips, waiting.
“Very good.” Liv purred, trying to calm her own racing nerves. Stay strong, she thought and reached for her paddle.
The paddle touched his ass gently, and he wiggled. “Now, I’m going to coax out your little demon. When I’m done, you’ll feel like a new man,” Liv said with a lusty voice. She was getting hotter while watching his perfectly toned body react to each and every little touch or word. His dick still stood erect. It looked so inviting, so wonderful. Stay on your path, Liv.
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