Consumed

by Leslie Sansom

  “Stop it!” I pulled my body away from his hand. “I don’t have to admit anything to your smug stupid face! I don’t owe you anything, asshole!”

  “I thought you said you were done, and yet you keep talking.” He looked so sexy. It made me want to just smack him or kiss him, I wasn’t sure.

  “Well I lied! How does it feel?” He laughed again and touched his chin.

  “I bet you anything if I told you to suck my dick right now, you couldn’t get to your knees fast enough,” he breathed in my neck. I opened my eyes and pushed against him slamming him into the opposite wall. He moved his hands from me, and let me hold his arms back.

  “Do you love me, Liam? Do you really love me?” I asked.

  “Absolutely!” he said without hesitation. I sank to my knees and unzipped his pants. He was right, I couldn’t get him in my mouth fast enough. I bobbed my head up and down loving the taste of him. He lightly touched the back of my head.

  “Yes, that’s it, little one, take what you want.” I licked him from his balls to his tip, swirling my tongue around the end.

  He was right about me, he was so right. I wanted this, I wanted him. Belonging to him was the only thing that ever felt right in my life.

  Growing up my mother made me feel unwanted and even hated at times. In college I always felt like I was running from something, trying to get somewhere, but I didn’t have a clue as to where I was going. But being with Liam made me feel safe, wanted, complete, and satisfied. He gave me what I needed. He dominated me, but also treated me like his porcelain princess. I belonged to him, but I knew he belonged to me too. Our relationship had never been easy, but serving him, pleasing him, and letting him control me was my real freedom. I knew Liam wouldn’t do anything to me I didn’t want. My happiness was important to him as well. He had paid 1.5 million dollars just to make me smile, for heaven sake.

  He shoved himself in and out of my mouth not releasing his hold even when I gagged a little. Gagging only made him work harder. “Breath through your nose, Norah. You can take it. Relax your jaw,” he was relentless. He barked orders while I literally held his balls in my hands. When he was done, he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. I grabbed a napkin from a cart in the hallway and wiped my mouth.

  When I was finished, I threw it on the floor like he had my underwear. I fluffed my hair and adjusted my dress. “Well that was fun. But don’t think you won this argument! This conversation is still not over!” I turned on my heel and walked back to the party.

  I had no doubt what I really wanted now, and we didn’t really need to discuss anything, but I wanted him to work for my submission, and this little game we were playing was hot. I wanted to see how many times we could assault each other at this reception.

  Chapter Three

  Liam

  When she sank to her knees I knew she was mine. I knew she was mine before that, but in that moment I had no doubt that when I left this party, and this country for that matter, she would be with me.

  I walked back to the party and ordered a drink at the bar. I watched Norah as she talked with guests, posed for more pictures and even danced with her groomsmen. I talked with Mr. Stackhouse and a few other board members and had a few more drinks. I knew the next move was mine, and I wanted to make it good. I saw Norah glaring at me as I danced with the attractive blonde she had taken me away from earlier. For a moment I thought she wasn’t going to wait for me to make a move, and take another turn herself. But she held her composure. When the dance ended I looked around but did not see her.

  I asked several people if they had seen her but no one knew where she was hiding.

  I finally saw her standing outside on the balcony in a corner all by herself. I figured this was a good time for my assault.

  I walked to her and stood directly behind her pressing myself against her body.

  “Can I help you?” she asked.

  “Oh, I’m sure you can. But I was thinking about how I could help you?” She turned to face me.

  “I don’t want or need your help. Go back to the bottle blonde you were dancing with, I’m sure she could use your kind of help.” She took a sip of her drink. I took the drink from her hand and threw it out in the garden. The glass didn’t break, it just bounced on the ground and the ice scattered.

  “Norah, please don’t lie to me, I don’t like it. I know you both want and need me so bad you can barely control yourself.” I pushed her backwards against the railing. “Put your arms around my neck,” I commanded and she complied without hesitation. I put one hand on her hip, and the other ran up her thigh, under her dress. I positioned my body in front of her so no one walking around the balcony would see where my hand was or what it was doing.

  “You can’t do this here,” Norah whispered.

  I laughed a little, taking my hand from her hip, and touching her chin to force her to look at me.

  “Norah, I think you should know by now, that I will do what I want, whenever I want.” She started to look away again.

  “Keep your eyes on mine, please.” I moved my hand slowly from her bare thigh to her bare sex. “I have to say I am very happy that you have been taking care of yourself, even though we were not together.” I could tell she had kept up with regular manicures, pedicures, and eyebrow waxing. But it was her bare pussy that turned me on the most. I was very happy she had kept it hairless. “I better not find out you were getting it waxed for anyone else, little one.” It wasn’t a question but she answered anyway.

  “There is and has been no one else, sir.” Hearing her say ‘sir’ before always made my skin crawl and I didn’t want her calling me that when we finally reached our home again, but I knew this was as much her game as it was mine, so I played along.

  “Good girl, Norah.” I moved my fingers between her folds and forced her legs to open wider. She sucked in her breath, raising her chest. I circled her clit with my thumb and she moved her body against me.

  “Does this satisfy your inner exhibitionist?” I laughed and kissed her nose. She was right, as usual. Taking her fast and hard in the dressing room was a turn on. Her sucking me off in the hallway with people dancing on the other side of the wall turned me on more. But here and now, having my hand up her dress, while people mingled behind us in the open air turned me on the most.

  “I told you earlier that I still love you, but you haven’t told me your feelings.” I made a tsk, tsk, tsk sound with my teeth. “That isn’t fair, is it now, little one?” She made a very low moan and leaned into my neck. I swayed back and forth to give the illusion that we were dancing. Her lips brushed against my neck and she moaned a low ‘yes’. I decided to take advantage of her agreeable whispers. “Do you love me, Norah?” she moaned again. I moved my thumb faster and she sucked in another breath. “Do you love me?” I asked again. Her eyes closed and I knew she was on the edge. “Answer me,” I demanded.

  She moaned another low moan that sounded like a yes, but wasn’t clear. “I didn’t get that. What did you say?” I slowed my fingers and started to move them away from her body. She grabbed my arm with her hand and pulled it to her. “Do you love me?” I didn’t like repeating myself. She looked me right in my eyes.

  “Yes,” she panted as I allowed her to come.

  “Such a good girl,” I whispered as I moved my hand away from her and pulled her dress down.

  I took one step back and she staggered a little bit still coming down from her orgasm. “I think this is the end of this conversation, although I wouldn’t mind if we kept playing our little game.” I straightened my tie and jacket, and looked back at her. “I’m leaving as soon as the couple leaves and I’m returning to my hotel. I’m having brunch tomorrow with a few board members, dinner with the Stackhouse’s, and then I’m catching a 9am flight Monday morning back to London. I expect you to be with me,” I paused. “For all of it. We can buy new things, have someone go to your house to pick them up, or you can accompany me back here in a few weeks when I have to return for
some meetings and pack them yourself. It doesn’t matter to me.” I turned to walk away and she grabbed my arm.

  “No, I don’t think we are done with this conversation, and I don’t care what you expect, I’ll go where I want to go,” she snapped.

  She looked so determined with her hip out again, and her arms crossed against her chest. I almost didn’t want to take the wind out of her sails. Almost.

  “I said I liked this little game we are playing, but don’t be ridiculous, Norah. We both know you’re coming home with me. If you don’t want to accept defeat right now, and insist we play some more, I am fine with that too.” I stepped closer and touched her cheek. She leaned into my touch. “But I just wanted you to know our plans so you could make the necessary arrangements and inform your family.” I took my hand away. “I don’t want them to think I have kidnapped you.” She huffed and stopped away from me, but I grabbed her arm.

  “Even though I will take you against your will, Norah! I don’t want it to be that way, but I will do it if I have to! Now be a good girl and come willingly so I don’t have to be such a bastard.” She snatched her arm away and walked back inside. I took that as a yes.

  Norah

  I watched the limo drive away and waved. When I turned around I saw Liam standing on the stairs with the crowd. He had his hands in his pockets and he had a very serious look on his face. This was it, sink or swim, put up or shut up, stay or run. I walked past him to Mr. and Mrs. Stackhouse and Stackhouse Jr. Rebecca’s older brother.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Stackhouse, Jeff, thank you so much for everything. It was a beautiful ceremony and a lovely reception.” I could feel him standing behind me.

  “Thank you for all your help, Norah dear. Are you two leaving now?” Mrs. Stackhouse asked. I turned to look at Liam.

  He was talking to Mr. Stackhouse, but paused and looked in my eyes when she asked if we were leaving. I stood there and didn’t say anything. The silence was becoming awkward when Liam grabbed my elbow, tight, and pulled me to his side.

  “Yes, we are just going to say our goodbyes to everyone then we are going back to our hotel. But we’ll see you for dinner tomorrow.” I smiled at Mrs. Stackhouse but she couldn’t take her eyes off Liam’s grip on my elbow. I laughed trying to lighten the look on her face.

  “I’ll be watching the mail for an invitation to that big London mansion of yours, Liam. Don’t let this girl get away.” We all laughed, even me. He didn’t know how ironic his comment really was.

  “I have to go get my stuff from the dressing room, darling!” I said as I tried to pull my arm away.

  “We’ll go together,” He said through his teeth and tighten his grip. “We’ll get it together.” He pulled me by the arm around the Stackhouse’s nodding to them. We walked fast back to the main house.

  “You’re hurting me,” I tried to pull my arm away again.

  “Well stop trying to pull away and it won’t hurt,” he was still gritting his teeth.

  “You really don’t care who sees you man handling me like this? Mrs. Stackhouse’s eyes about popped out of her head when she saw your death grip on my elbow!” Again I tried to pull away from him.

  “I don’t care if she saw me chain you to the bed post in the hotel, which I just might do, so stop trying to pull away from me!” he snapped. We stopped in front of the bridesmaid’s dressing room.

  “What has gotten into you? Seriously? This game has been fun and very entertaining, but you aren’t even acting like the guy I lived with in London, right now! That man wouldn’t treat me this way. You’ve always tried your best to control me, but not like this, something happened, and I want to know what it was!” He let my arm go and looked down at the floor.

  “I lost you, that’s what happened and I lost myself too.” He looked back at me with very sad but loving eyes. “I talked myself out of having you last October because I knew you deserved better than me and anything I could offer you.”

  “Living without you has been the worst time in my life. I’ve been depressed, then I made myself busy and tried to live in denial. But when I got your email telling me to leave you alone, I got angry.” He stepped closer and pulled me to him at my waist. “I got angry at myself…..for denying who and what I really am. I got angry at myself for not taking what was rightfully mine when I had the chance. I won’t make that mistake again, Norah. I want you back and I know you want me too. I don’t care what it takes, we are leaving this country together and you are coming back home. You belong with me.” I could feel the tears running down my face.

  It warmed my heart to hear him say his house was our home and I belonged with him, not to him. Liam was a Dominant, there was no denying that part of him. But it was just part of him. When he was in Dominant mode, like he had been in all day, I did belong to him, his word was law, and I did as I was told or suffered the consequences. But the other part of him valued my opinion, respected my boundaries, and let me get away with pretty much anything I wanted.

  “Would you really take me out of here against my will, Liam?” I wanted to go with him, and I was going to go with him, but I was curious. He looked down and back at me again.

  “What are we standing here talking for, Norah? You told me you still love me, and I told you I still love you. All games aside, I thought you wanted this as much as I do?”

  “All games aside, answer the question, Liam. Would you take me out of here against my will?”

  “Norah, I….”

  “Answer the question!”

  “No. I wouldn’t. Of course I wouldn’t.” He ran his hand through his hair and down his face. I smiled and took a deep breath.

  “Good. Fine. That’s all I wanted to know.” Victory was mine. He may have started this game, but I played it better than he did. I knew if I called his bluff he would back down. Liam was never a man that took pride in hurting me or making me do something I didn’t want to do. I walked around him and opened the door to the dressing room. I went straight to where my things were and started packing them up. I had already folded my clothes and put away my makeup. I just needed to pack up my curling iron, hairspray and bobby pins.

  I shoved everything in my bag and looked around the room for my purse. My real purse, not this little hand clutch that Rebecca bought us to match our dresses.

  “That’s it? Good. Fine. And that’s it?” Liam loosened his tie and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Are you going to tell me what that means?” I located my purse and shoved it in the bag as well. After I zipped it up, I picked it up and held it out for him to take.

  “Be a gentleman, will you?” He took the bag and smiled.

  “Yes ma’am.” He stepped a little closer to me. “Anything else I can do for the lady?” his smile had turned to a smirk. I stepped close to him and pressed myself against his body.

  “Yes. You can kiss me.” He dropped my bag and put his hands on both sides of my face. His kiss was slow and gentle. All day we had been rough, tough, and forceful with each other. We had cussed, grabbed, snatched, and assaulted each other relentlessly.

  This kiss wasn’t any of those things. It was sweet and romantic. I could feel his love for me. I could feel how much he needed me and I hoped he could feel how much I needed him. He pulled away slowly pressing our foreheads together.

  “I’ve missed you so much, baby. I am so sorry,” he whispered.

  “Liam?” He pulled his head away and looked at me. “Please take me home.”

  Chapter Four

  Norah

  The plane ride home was quiet. Liam spent most of the time on the phone, on his computer, and shuffling paperwork. He was in the middle of another major buy out and had been out of the loop for the last three days for the wedding and our Sunday social events, and was now trying to catch up. I read, ate alone, and slept. He joined me in bed for a few hours. We talked a little, made love twice then he went back to work.

  I walked in the house and sat my suitcase at the bottom of the staircase. I looked around and despite
Liam telling me he had done some redecorating, everything looked the same to me. Gerald, Rosa and Sophia rounded the corner and I was quickly engulfed in a hug from Rosa. She was going on and on about something in Spanish and of course I couldn’t understand her. Gerald patted my back and told me how great it was to have me back, reminded Rosa I couldn’t understand her, and then went out to get the rest of my things. Sophia took out a stack of pictures of her daughter.

  “Alright everyone, let’s not overwhelm her in the first five minutes, give her some time to adjust to the time zone again, will you?” Liam said as he helped Gerald with my suitcases. He nodded his head toward the staircase and I started up.

  We had continued our little game of him being a Dominant, slave owning, bastard and me being a mouthy, defiant, little slave in the hotel and all day Sunday while we ate brunch, shopped for new clothes for me and had dinner at the Stackhouse’s. He even had the nerve to pleasure me with his hand at the dinner table while talking to Mr. Stackhouse about stock options. I, of course paid him back with a hand job in the bathroom after dessert. We had talked very little except for when we were telling each other off. We both had so much pent up aggression and sexual frustration that the game and not talking about anything really worked for both of us. But now we were home. Now we were home and life was going to resume. We needed to discuss how that life was going to be and what he expected from me. It was early evening but we were both exhausted.