What Alex Wants He Takes

by EM Gayle

  The second the door closed. Harper’s shoulders sagged and she turned to face him. “You need to let me go, Alex. This isn’t going to work anymore. We both know that.”

  If he truly believed she meant what she said, he’d cross the room, kiss her cheek and make sure she got home safe. Then he’d arrange for the best of the best security to watch over her and send his good friend Jeremy, a man he trusted more than any other, to check up on her and make sure she wanted for nothing.

  But she wasn’t being honest. Not with him and certainly not with herself. And he was bullshitting himself if he really thought he could walk away so easily. “This isn’t like you to run when things get difficult.”

  “Sure it is,” she said with a wave of her arm. “I run all the time. That’s what happens when people start hurting. They run.”

  “Then it’s about damn time you learned to run to me when you’re hurting, not away from me.”

  “Like you did,” she fired back, her eyes flashing with heat and pain.

  “I’m not going to argue with you while standing in the lobby. We’re going back upstairs like two rational adults to finish talking this out.” Except he didn’t feel even slightly rational. Her rebellion fired his blood and the idea of fucking it out of her appealed to him more than it should. In his head he already had her bent over the bench in his foyer with his dick shoved up her pussy.

  Without another word he moved close, captured her wrists behind her back and marched her to the elevator. Together they rode in silence except for the thundering sound of his heartbeat rushing blood in his ears.

  The less said right now the better. He needed a second.

  The door dinged open and he pushed her toward his apartment. They might have made it inside had he not heard the rough catch in her throat. That simple sound was enough to send him over the edge. He pushed her against the wall next to his front door and ground himself against her ass. There were no other tenants on this floor so they were unlikely to be interrupted. Although with the surge of possessive need tearing through him, someone showing up would not deter him from his goal.

  He needed her right fucking now.

  The thin fabric of her skirt did nothing to stop him. He shoved the material out of his way and slid his fingers underneath the elastic of her panties. The wet heat that greeted him ripped a groan from his throat as he buried his face in her thick, dark hair.

  “Fuck, kitten. You’re always so god damned wet for me. How can you walk away from that?”

  “Please, Alex—” She struggled against his hold.

  “No, don’t say another word unless you need to use your safeword. I can’t take another excuse from you right now. The fierce heat of your needy cunt is all the truth I need at the moment.”

  That resulted in a gasp from her that spurred him on.

  He reached between their bodies and yanked her panties down and out of his way. He then unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants and shoved them down his hard thighs. With her body pinned to the wall, he slammed into her.

  No preamble. No foreplay. Just pure feral need.

  A cross between a snarl and a growl hissed from Harper as he gave himself over to the instinct to simply claim. He drove into her with one thrust after another. She was his and he wasn’t letting her go without a fight.

  His woman. His submissive.

  The snug grasp of her pussy made it hard for him to think. With each stroke she got wetter and hotter. His balls were already drawing tight. Fuck she drove him to the brink. He’d ached for her when they were apart, feared for her life when she’d been taken, but this—this need made him feel insane. Incoherent words tumbled from her mouth while she bucked her hips to meet his thrusts.

  The image of her collar sitting on his table tore through his mind every time he fucked into her. She had to get the message that they weren’t separating like this. If nothing else, she’d understand the primal instinct between a Dominant and submissive. The last couple of weeks had gotten them out of whack and he strove to rebalance their relationship tonight.

  He slapped her ass cheek, a hard spank that would leave behind a nice red streak. There’d be time for more of that later, but she needed to remember why they were doing this. “We don’t need a symbol to know who your Master is, Harper. But your lack of respect for your collar shocks me. If you truly don’t want to wear it anymore, you’re going to have to ask for your release.” He thrust hard, slamming her into the wall. “Politely.”

  “Yes, S—Sir,” she cried, her words hissed through hard pants. That coupled with the erotic sucking noises of her slick pussy made his chest puff with pride. He tightened his grip on her wrists and rolled onto the balls of his feet to adjust the angle of his thrusts. Her sharp intake of breath let him know he’d hit the perfect spot he sought.

  “Don’t forget your rules. No coming without permission,” he warned.

  “Oh please, Alex, I can’t…” The pleasure sweeping across her face tore at his resolve. In a split second he withdrew and flipped her forward, lifting one of her legs to wrap around his waist.

  “Open your eyes and look at me, dammit,” he said as he pushed back inside her.

  She blinked several times before she locked onto his gaze. Her eyes didn’t look focused yet. They were glazed with lust.

  “C’mon, kitten. Eyes on me while I fuck this sweet pussy. You’re going to do this. Fight the clawing need to orgasm until I tell you it’s okay.”

  “Why are you doing this to me?” she pleaded, small whimpers following every other word.

  “Because you haven’t earned it yet, baby. And I want to watch you squirm and struggle.” He tunneled deeper, making sure to change the angle of his thrusts each time.

  “I can’t do it,” she whined. “It’s too much.”

  “Hold on to me. Scratch at my back or pummel your fists on my chest if you have to but don’t stop looking at me. Those gorgeous eyes staring at me with such desperation make my dick harder than I know how to handle.”

  Her sharp little nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders at the same time he rubbed over her g-spot. Her body quivered and her muscles clenched as he watched her fight the onslaught of pleasure he reigned down on her. All while she stared at him with a combination of lust and pissed-off female who sat teetering on the edge of her control.

  “Please, Alex. I can’t take anymore. I can’t stand it.”

  The sound of her begging pulled at his own control as the force of his own need rose up to meet hers. He ground his back teeth and fought it. Not yet. He couldn’t stop now.

  “Goddammit, Harper. Fucking come. Do it now!”

  He lifted upward and dragged the length of his shaft against her swollen clit. The heat alone from her was about to burn him alive. She scratched down his back hard enough to draw blood and hurtled over the cliff.

  She arched her back as he plowed into her clutching clasp. It had been a long time since he’d seen her this out of control and fuck if they both didn’t need it. But he needed more. Always more. Once was never enough with his needy, exquisite submissive. Half the time he wondered which one of them needed the other more.

  He suspected it was him.

  He ground down on his control and pumped hard. To her credit she never looked away. Her eyes blazed with pure naked hunger only he could slake. Just him. That’s what she had to learn tonight. She squirmed and thrashed, fighting him at the same time she reached for him. When she began pushing at his chest instead of clawing him closer he finally relented of his punishing strokes and withdrew.

  “I can’t breathe, Alex. It’s too much. Too everything.”

  He disagreed. “It’s not enough. But not like this. Get inside and get these fucking clothes off. I need to see all of you.”

  She nodded as he eased her to the ground. He allowed her just enough room to squeeze by him and enter his apartment. He closed the door behind him and methodically finished removing his own clothing. His pants hit the floor, which she grabbed and
neatly folded for him on the foyer bench. The same with the shirt after he removed it and flung it to the side.

  “Now you want to be sweet? When ten minutes ago you were running away from me.” He cupped one of her bare breasts and pulled enough to stop her from moving away. He contemplated his next move and ultimately gave in to the raging need riding him harder than ever before. “Lie down on the table there and spread your legs for me. I want to see every inch of your body on display for me.” He lowered his voice to a near growl. “Me, kitten. Your Master.”

  Chapter 13

  Alex

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  He would never touch her in anger but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel some of the betrayal of her earlier move. Not long ago she’d uttered the three words that he’d never expected to hear from a woman and they mean something to him. But they did. They’d seared his heart and burned into his brain like a permanent tattoo. Now he’d give anything to hear them again.

  First, she’d beg. Then he’d get what he wanted.

  He took himself in hand and stroked slowly from base to tip as she watched. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips. Alex leaned forward and stroked two fingers inside her pussy. “Do you want me now, kitten? Or do you want to use your safeword?”

  She whimpered when he removed his fingers and sucked them into his mouth. Fuck. He loved tasting her. She had no idea how much control she had over him. Everything he did was done with her pleasure as his motivation. What could he do to make her life better? How could he give her more? How would he keep her safe?

  “Say it, Harper. Tell me what you want. Only girls brave enough to tell their Master what they really want get their rewards.”

  Her breath hitched, her eyes grew wide. Alex dug deeper for control. Something about Harper Allison had gotten under his skin from the moment he caught sight of her across a crowded club, and every day since then it had only grown more intense. There was nothing she could ever do to get him to leave. Except utter that one word and mean it. Otherwise all bets were off.

  Her mouth pursed a moment before she spoke. “Fuck me, Alex. Please.”

  For a moment he only stared as he tried to catch his breath. His heart raced and his head buzzed with the urge to fall on top of her and use her so damned hard neither of them would recover for days.

  “Jesus, Harper.” He couldn’t get inside her fast enough.

  “Please, Alex. Fuck me now.”

  He growled. He might have to change her name to vixen instead of kitten. He climbed between her legs and came over her. “I hope you’re ready for this.”

  She grabbed his shoulders. “Yes, please,” she continued to beg.

  He covered her mouth with his and drank in her small pleas as his cock nudged at the heated entrance of her wet cunt. He kissed her harder as he pushed inside. Every muscle in his body went rigid at the tight clutch of her muscles sucking him in.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  “Ahhh. Alex.”

  If it felt half as good to her as it did to him, he knew exactly what she was going through. They’d gone a while without and he swore she felt tighter than before. He grasped a tiny shred of control and slowly pulsed forward, stretching her. As they’d done out in the hallway, her little nails dug deep into his skin.

  “Relax, kitten. Let me in.”

  “Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Alex, I’m going to come again. It feels that good. Oh no I can’t stop it…”

  He smiled into her neck. “Go for it, kitten. As much as you can. Drown me.”

  He felt the tension snap when her body jerked and her muscles clamped along his shaft, pulling him deeper. She started to scream and he lost it completely. He pulled back and shoved forward, plowing his way deep inside. On another scream, her body jerked and he did it again. Over and over he stroked in and out of her. His body ignited from all the fiery sensations she lit inside him. Thank God she was on birth control and they’d both gotten tested. If he had to put on a condom and miss even an ounce of this pleasure he’d die from the memory of her silken walls. Never had anyone made him this insane.

  He pushed as deep as he could go and wished there was more. He wanted to be so fucking connected to her that she’d never again think about running away from him. He stared down at her and drank in the soft, half-hooded, unfocused look on her face. He could see her slipping into the zone that brought her immense pleasure when he used her thoroughly. She’d be ready to come for him again soon.

  Alex bent forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He worried it with his teeth gently first before he began biting down enough for her to feel the pinch of pain.

  “Oooohhhh,” she moaned.

  He bit harder and she screamed and clamped down on his cock. With the heat of a volcano wrapped around him, her muscles convulsing against his flesh and the pure look of pleasure on her face, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Gritting his teeth, he shifted forward and plunged and rotated until he’d engaged every erogenous zone he could find.

  “Come again, Harper. One more time, baby. You can do it.” He reached between them and squeezed her clit between two fingers while swirling from side to side.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh. My Gooooddddd. Aleeexxx!”

  Hell fucking yes. That’s what he wanted to hear. His cock jerked at the sweet sound of Harper screaming his name and he lost the last shards of his control, unleashing everything inside her. He growled his satisfaction at once again marking his submissive in the most primitive manner he could imagine. She was his. HIS.

  As they struggled to come down, he examined the marks he’d left on the outside of her body. Love bites at her neck, red marks around her nipples that would last a few days, and where his hands had held her arms and hips she’d likely develop bruises. They’d had more than one conversation in the past about how much she loved the way he got rough sometimes and left her marked up. She wore them like badges to be proud of and said they kept her mind on him when she most needed it.

  His belly clenched. Fuck she was so perfect and he’d almost let her slip out of his grasp by leaving her alone. Fresh need swept over him. What they’d done still wasn’t enough. He hadn’t come close to sating his hunger or eliminated the turmoil that had taunted him since the moment she’d told him she loved him.

  He reluctantly withdrew from her and climbed from the table. She stayed perfectly still with her legs still spread wide and her head tilted to the side. Her breath had calmed but wasn’t yet back to normal. If he were in his right mind he’d pick her up and carry her to the tub where he could bathe and care for her until she recovered. But her necklace still sat at the far edge of the table where the sight of it burned the memory of her removing it without his permission into his brain.

  She had to know that he’d never accept such behavior in this kind of relationship. He skirted the table and stopped next to her head. His fingers tangled in her hair and brushed it away from her face. Her eyes fluttered open and he recognized some of the exhaustion she had to be feeling.

  “Can you turn to the side, kitten?”

  He tugged her hair in the direction he wanted and she complied until she came face to face with her collar. She bit her lip and covered her mouth. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “Don’t. Not yet.”

  She closed her mouth and nodded her head.

  “Scoot toward me, beautiful, and hang your head over the edge of the table.” Her eyes widened when she realized what he wanted. “That’s right. We’re not even close to done yet. Right now, I’m going to feel your mouth on my cock sucking me off.”

  A small whimper escaped her along with a sudden shiver down the length of her body.

  “Every single day we were apart I thought about putting my dick in every last one of your holes. Which I’m sure doesn’t shock you, does it?”

  “No, Sir.” She got into his requested position and opened her mouth, her tongue coming out to lick his broad head.

  His eyes rolled back in sheer delight at the first touch of her mouth. By all
rights he should need some time to recover from his release, but his erection grew the more she bathed him, and the need to claim her in every way possible solidified in his mind.

  Fuck yes! Her lips sealed around his shaft and sucked strong. His question over whether he needed time to recover became a distant thought as he got hard enough to hammer nails.

  “Take me deeper, kitten. You can do it.”

  She stretched her neck and opened wider, allowing him to slide to the back of her throat. His cock jerked and a familiar tingle built in his groin. He groaned his pleasure with every lick and bite she treated him to.

  To distract him long enough to maintain control he reached forward and slid his fingers through the slick lips of her sex and dragged her own lubrication to the tiny rosebud of her ass. He pressed one finger past the tight ring awaiting him.

  She gasped around him, her eyes going wild.

  “That’s right, kitten. Your entire body is mine tonight. Every inch.” He’d do everything in his power to ensure her pleasure now and ease her soreness tomorrow, but God help him he was going to die if he didn’t have all of her right now.

  Chapter 14

  Alex

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  It was damned late when Alex finally woke. Judging from the deep darkness surrounding him, it had to be well past midnight. At some point in their frenzy they’d both passed out. A glance at the bed next to him found Harper sound asleep. Her face slack as exhaustion finally gave her a peaceful sleep. Good. She’d tried to hide the dark circles under her eyes with makeup, but she should have known by now there was nothing she could hide from him.