Bonds of Attraction (Full Length Erotic Romance Novel)

by Alana Davis

  The glass of wine still hung in the air, my arm shaking. I placed it down on the table and ran my hands through my hair, pushing it back. I arched my back as I leaned back on the couch, pushing my breasts forward. If someone had been there, they might have marveled at how good they looked.

  Leon would have loved how they looked.

  Two glasses of wine had lowered my restraint over the thoughts that had persisted since the meeting. Finally, they broke through like water pushing against a levee and flooded my mind. I closed my eyes and let the torrent wash over me, bringing me into the fantasy, professionalism be damned.

  Leon was standing before me. He was shirtless. His muscles flexed as he crossed his arms and looked down at me. I eyed his tight pants and drank in the sight of his toned legs. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. A subtle look came over Leon’s face as he studied my breasts, and I arched my back further, pushing them towards him. He lifted his hand and with one finger made a gesture for me to come to him, to follow him into the bedroom.

  Images flashed through my head that I wanted badly to be real. My hand had fallen between my legs rubbed against the thin panties that I still had on. I raised my hips and slipped them off. I was naked on the couch now, alone with my fantasy of Leon.

  In my mind, I followed him into the bedroom. He faced me, looking me up and down with an approving stare. His sapphire eyes illuminated the entire room and I fought for shallow breaths as he studied my naked body, his for the taking.

  His hand slid under my chin and his fingers rested against the back of my ear, caressing them gently as he pulled me towards him. Sitting on the couch, I began to rub myself harder as I imagined Leon’s tongue gently gliding against my lips before our tongues met and interlocked. He breathed heavily against my face as he pulled me in a little harder, giving me no way to escape. Though I wouldn’t have tried to even if I could.

  I stepped closer to him, pushing my breasts against his firm chest. His soft skin teased my nipples that screamed out to be touched. On my tip-toes, his arms wrapped around me and pulled me against him firmly. The ground fell away as he lifted me up. His cock pulsated with desire against my soft, waiting skin. One of his hands slowly descended down the small of my back, rubbing my ass it continued and then stopped just under both cheeks, cupping them as he held me up.

  I moaned loudly in my living room, bringing myself closer to finishing. I slowed down, wanting to live in my fantasy for just a little longer. I wasn’t ready to come and have the real world swirl back around me, robbing me of Leon’s embrace. This fantasy could only be that, a fantasy, and I was going to make it last.

  Leon tossed me on the bed and I looked up at him, breathing heavily. My eyes burned into him and he drank up the sight of me. His hands started at my ankles and moved upwards, covering every inch of my skin, marking the feel of my softness into his memory. His cock was outlined in his pants, hard with want at the sight and feel of me before him. But Leon was patient, he was more focused on me and was intent on savoring every single moment of touching me.

  His hands slid up my outer thigh and I opened my legs for him, but he kept moving up. Fingers danced around my belly button before following the outline of my ribcage, protruding as I arched my back, and then circling around the bottom crest of my breasts. I was moving like a wave in the ocean, gyrating on the bed as the invisible circle he drew around my nipples closed tighter and tighter until he was maddeningly close to touching them.

  Wetness enveloped my nipples and the nerves exploded with stimulation. I looked down abruptly and Leon was sucking on my left nipple, his other hand working my right breast and nipple. I ran my hands through his perfectly sloppy hair and pulled it slightly, moaning loudly. An orgasm was growing in me now, defying me to continue on with the fantasy.

  My hand became Leon’s hand as it slid in between my legs and moved up and down on my clit, varying between hard and soft pressure. I cried out loudly in my apartment, both in my mind and in reality. I slowed down, but not so much that the pressure of my impending climax lessened. Leon moved his hand on the outside of my lips before parting it gently with his fingers and sliding his middle finger into my wet pussy. My stomach clenched hard as he penetrated me and I bit down on my lip.

  I reached out and ran my hands along his abs. I needed to feel Leon’s cock. I wanted to hold it in my hand and feel every bit of his lust vibrating from its hard warmth. My hand wrapped pushed past his belt loop, breaking the button as it went, before wrapping around the piece of flesh that had turned to stone between his legs.

  I moved my hand up and down on him, feeling the soft skin on my fingers. His cock was big and thick, throbbing with the urge to be inside of me. My inner thighs were wet with want and the overwhelming need to welcome his cock inside.

  My hand moved furiously against my pussy as my other hand grabbed my nipples. My orgasm was rising in me. It wouldn’t be long now before the crescendo reached an epic climax that would shatter my world with a powerful orgasm. I bit my lip harder and knew that it was going to be an earthquake through my nervous system that would make stars explode behind my closed eyelids.

  Leon stood up and took off his pants, now naked before me. He turned and reached down to the ground and when he rose, there were a pair of fuzzy handcuffs in his hands. His cock pointed straight out towards me, rigid and firm. I wanted him badly to grab me and fuck me with all of his strength, but he teased me with it just hanging in the air, so close but so far away.

  I was face down on the bed, turned over with my arms raised. The handcuffs latched around my wrists and Leon clamped them down tightly. He pulled on them and I was raised slightly. I lifted my ass and gave it a small shake, hoping to antagonize Leon into being so aroused that he had to spread me and push inside.

  His hand grabbed one of my cheeks and squeezed firmly, but not too rough. When I went to open my eyes, darkness enveloped my sight as a blindfold slipped over them. I was now completely in his control, blind and restrained. He still gripped my ass and he lifted my ass up until my face was pushing against the pillow. I bit down hard on the soft fabric as I felt the open air against my wet pussy.

  “Oh my god!” I moaned loudly. Leon was sliding into me, his thick cock spreading me apart as every inch entered me. His hips pushed against my supple ass and I felt my entire body racked with the sensation of him inside me, causing every nerve to explode with pleasure. I cried out again as he began to pull his hips back. Then he came back again, a rhythm forming that made my eyes clasp so tightly that I began to feel light headed.

  I called out his name again and again, filling the empty air of my living room with its wonderful sound. My feet pushed against the table and rocked the empty wine glass and dinner plate onto the ground as I envisioned Leon Christensen fucking me from behind, a blindfold fastened tightly around my eyes and my hands cuffed behind my back.

  It was all too much. I screamed out with want, the fantasy overpowering my controlled masturbation. The orgasm rolled over me and there was no stopping it. My legs shot out as the first climatic wave broke and I was racked with coming. I bit down on my lip even harder, so hard that I was vaguely aware that I might have broken the skin, and my eyes clasped shut even harder. I raised my head towards the ceiling and my mouth fell open as I moaned and cried out loudly.

  In my mind, as I came, Leon turned me over so I was now on my back. My legs were spread wide and he pushed his hips against me fiercely as my orgasm peaked. Every inch of his cock was inside of me, vibrating through my entire body. He moaned loudly and I felt his cock jump inside me, shooting cum as I was coming. He began moving quickly in and out of me, crying out as he did.

  I badly wanted the blindfold to be taken off so I could see the orgasm move through his stomach, causing his abs and chest muscles to expand and contract, but all I could do was moan as my orgasm moved through me, not caring for my desires or wants. Leon finished inside me as the echoes of my orgasm flowed through me, and when he pulled out, I opened
my eyes.

  I was covered in sweat again. My breathing was heavy and labored and I felt like I could have passed out. The orgasm had been so intense that it felt as though my muscles had endured another painful workout. Every muscle was now completely spent; there were no reserves.

  It took a great effort to get off the couch and fix the damage that I had caused while in the throes of my fantasy. I had kicked over the table entirely when I came and the candles, thankfully unlit, were tossed all along my carpet. The empty wine glass and cleaned plate were upside down on the ground, the wine glass broken. I gathered the pieces of glass carefully, still feeling the faint remnants of my orgasm between my legs. Everything pulsed and throbbed, but I felt so satisfied that I could only let out little laughs at I cleaned up the broken wine glass.

  I managed to drag myself into the shower. I ran the water scorching hot and got in, cleaning the sweat and stress of the day off of my skin. My mind had quieted since my orgasm and I had been almost without any trains of thought. Now, in the shower and calmed down, thoughts began to creep back into my mind.

  Shame was the first emotion that I felt. Not over masturbating or having such a vivid fantasy, I felt no shame for being a sexual woman, but that I had blatantly broken one of my own professional rules. Fantasies were fine, sometimes I even sprinkled some pornography in with them, but I had entered dangerous waters by fantasizing about a current client.

  I was a professional. I had always acted professionally and I always obeyed the rules that had led me to being so successful. Yet I had never met anybody who gotten into my head the way that Leon had. It was like he had implanted something in my mind that was insidious and demanded attention. Even as I turned off the water and began toweling myself off, I couldn’t quite get the image of him smiling out of my head.

  That smile, that carnivorous smile of a man who feeds his hunger without abashment or restrain. It stayed with you long after it disappeared from your vision.

  I rested my head against my pillow and closed my eyes, determined to sleep. The sheets felt wonderful against my naked skin and wrapped in them, I felt the exhaustion of the day catch up to me. Soon enough, I was overtaken by a deep, dreamless sleep.

  Chapter 6

  At the office, I sat at my desk and pored over files before me. I had allocated the entire day to finding Leon Christensen a match. Once I found him a match, he would no longer be my client. Once Leon Christensen was no longer a client, I didn’t have to worry myself with him anymore and he could fade into the file cabinet with the rest of my past clients.

  With Leon Christensen happy and in love, I could smirk at him and know that I was as good as I claimed to be. He would be my greatest triumph. I threw every bit of my professional ability in trying to find him a match that even he, this man who did not believe in love, could not contest. I was determined to be professional, last night’s fantasy notwithstanding.

  April had arranged a pile of every female client that we had between the ages of twenty-four and forty. I opened up the first case and began reading.

  Her name was Lauren Sinclair, thirty-three years old, never married, a relatively new client. I remembered her interview well. She was a tall, gorgeous brunette who was a highly successful lawyer. She had come across my services from a regular client of hers who was now happily married. When she came in to our meeting, she had been a little reserved, but I could tell that she was eager to find a partner.

  “It’s very difficult being a single, successful woman. I don’t have the time to go carousing bars for Mr. Right and even if I did have time, I wouldn’t go about it that way. Many men are threatened by a woman like me, so I would need a man who could look at me as an equal and treat me as such,” Lauren Sinclair had said.

  I imagined how she would react when Leon brought out a whip and a dog collar. I laughed loudly in the open room and tossed the folder into a pile that I designated as prospective matches. Even an independent woman demanding respect might like a little submission. More than likely, however, Lauren Sinclair didn’t seem the type.

  I picked her folder back up and moved it to a different pile. The rejected pile.

  Mandy Harbringer, twenty-nine, married one time, yoga instructor. Her divorce had hit her hard; her husband had cheated on her with her best friend and the two had eloped. When she recounted the story, she fought back tears even as she told me she was over it. Her father had a dozen patents related to rocket propulsion technology and they were incredibly wealthy as a result.

  Mandy had a graduate degree in psychology, but didn’t follow through to practice. Yoga had called her and she ended up opening up her own studio, a modest establishment that only took donations. Her blond hair had been tied back and it looked as though she was without a single ounce of fat on her body.

  “Aside from yoga, what are some of your interests?” I had asked her.

  “I really feel a calling towards animals. I’m a vegan and volunteer at the local ASPCA,” she had said brightly.

  Leon Christensen and a vegan yoga instructor, the prospects didn’t look good. I tossed the folder into the rejected pile. Plus, Leon seemed the type to want a girl with more of a figure, not the thin and sinewy type.

  I sorted through a few more folders with clients that were all horrible mismatches. One woman had three cats and was unwilling to part with any of them. Leon seemed more like a dog type of guy. Another was looking to have kids within one year and settle down in a house outside of the city. I could just imagine her crawling along the floor with a huge baby bump dragging along the carpet.

  I tossed folder after folder into the rejected pile. After lunch, I walked over the massive pile to April to be reorganized and filed. I returned to my office and read through more files. I even read through old files of clients that had ceased to use our services, hoping to find any lead.

  I went home without finding anyone. My brain was focused in on the goal at hand, and my lustful thoughts abated for the evening. I was able to relax, but my mind kept returning to the task of setting up Leon Christensen and I gave myself at least a few gray hairs trying to figure out just what type of partner would be best suited for him.

  The next day, I reached the end of the pile. I was not to be defeated though. I pulled up the numbers of other matchmaking companies that we were on good terms with. Often, we would turn to each other for especially difficult clients in hopes of finishing the contract. There was a commission paid to the other company, and both clients were satisfied.

  I rang Beating Hearts Matchmakers and when the receptionist answered, I had her patch me through to Amanda Rand, the head of the company.

  “Amanda, how are you?” I asked.

  “I’m well, Julie. I take it you’ve got a difficult one on your hands?” she asked, laughing.

  “Something like that, can you fax me over your female clients between the ages of twenty-four and forty. You can weed out the gold diggers and baby boomers right off the bat. I’ll pay normal commission, of course.”

  “You’ve got it, Julie. You wanna do drinks soon?”

  We agreed to meet for drinks the following week and exchanged a few more words before I hung up. Amanda was an old friend of mine and I had even given her some tips when she started her business. Her rates were lower than my own, so her clients were of a different financial bracket and we weren’t really in competition.

  By the end of the day, April had arranged and presented me with the files that had been faxed over from a few other agencies. April had called the other companies for me; I had only made the personal call to Amanda since I enjoyed talking to her. With the pile before me, I decided to start fresh the next day.

  The following day was exactly like the previous forays in studying the clients.

  A professional thirty-nine year old brunette who didn’t like Thai food. Her file found its way into the rejected pile.

  A stunningly beautiful model who traveled extensively for her work. Leon was too grounded in his nightclub operations
for that. Rejected.

  One client was a teetotaler. The rejected pile grew higher.

  Another woman, a twenty-six year old entrepreneur who specialized in nightclub promotion and blogging caught my eye. But when I read over her folder, there was just something about her that gave me a feeling that she wasn’t right for Leon Christensen. Sure, her favorite foods were Thai and she worked in nightclubs, but there was much more to a relationship than that. Plus, she was a little too thin. Leon needed a woman with curves.

  Day three of the search for Leon Christensen’s partner ended without any kind of lead. I had even resorted to calling ex-clients and asking them if they knew anybody who would want to come in for a consultation, free of charge. There were a few leads and appointments were made, but I was still staring at piles of folders that seemed to have mixed in with each other to the point that I couldn’t differentiate which pile was which.