Taking Over

by Brandy Ayers

  The usually proud and quick man looked tired, haggard. The features of his face and body still came together to form a prize specimen of manhood, but there was a hollowness there that had not been before.

  “Angel, I think you can see I have nothing to hide. If you’ll let me, I’d like to explain the email you saw. All the little things that made you distrust me I promise are nothing more than misunderstandings and poor decisions on my part.” The sincerity in his voice went a long way to chipping away at the walls around Lydia’s heart.

  “Why do they call you Razor here?” She crossed the room to a hidden panel in the wall where they stocked toys, condoms, massage oils, and any other accessories one might desire during their time in Zion.

  Damian laughed a little, but it didn’t reach his eyes, which followed her movements. “The nickname is actually a holdover from college. I wasn’t a rich kid and rode this damn Razor scooter everywhere to make sure I made my classes on time. When I came here, I kept it, reclaimed it from something with a mocking edge to something with a slightly sinister edge. Though none of my tastes ran very sinister. Why did you pick Angel?”

  “Because it gave people a certain preconceived notion that I liked flipping on its head. I think it is pretty obvious I’m no angel.” Lydia picked out a small bullet vibrator, turning it on to make sure the batteries were fresh. The little thing bounced to life in her hand with a loud bzzz. She grabbed a small bottle of massage oil and placed it in the back pocket of her jeans. “Why did you really track me down and blackmail me?”

  Their gazes met from across the warm room, and she could no longer deny that she had missed the passionate, crazy man before her. They may have spent only twenty-four hours together, but they had left a lasting impression that she knew she would never get over.

  “I never had any intention of blackmailing you. I wish now I’d had the strength to stay away from your scene the night before our meeting. Everything would have been different if I had only had the restraint to stay away that night.” Damian’s hands jerked forward in his cuffs, as if he wanted to reach out and grab her but couldn’t. It was then Lydia noticed the cuffs were similar in nature to her own, meant to look like a piece of jewelry on any other day.

  “How do you figure?” Lydia stepped forward, gliding her empty hand up over Damian’s smooth bronze skin. Each muscle rippled beneath her delicate touch.

  A stuttering groan escaped his throat at her first touch. “My original plan had been to propose the app expansion, to convince you to get into business with me, and then to win over your heart at a nice, normal pace.”

  “Mmm, but you don’t work well at a normal pace, do you?” Pressing the button on the bullet, Lydia rolled the little toy over Damian’s nipple, not lingering before rolling it down the dips and swells of his abs.

  He gasped, his hips thrusting forward, brushing his hard cock against her side. “I think I proved during our night together that I can be effective at any pace. But when I found out you had a membership here and a room reserved for the very night before my appointment, I couldn’t resist.”

  As she listened to his explanation, Lydia continued to roll the bullet over Damian’s tensed flesh, dipping low on his hips, but not close enough to anything important to feel too good, then back up along his arms as far as she could reach. Their bodies were pressed flush together, and his cock was trapped between them. With their mouths almost touching, Damian spilled his truth, and she listened. Truly tried to listen.

  “So I stood at the back of this room.” His voice was little more than a breath. “I watched as people touched what I believed should be, and would be, mine. It turned me a little crazy.” Lydia backed off, rolling the toy down, down, down past his chest and stomach, around the base of his manhood. His head thumped back against the wall while his body arched out, trying to deepen their contact. “Then I touched you, I made you come, and it all clicked together. I had to have you. No waiting, no wooing. I needed it immediately. Fuck, I missed your touch.”

  Lydia fell to her knees before him, and his head immediately snapped down to look at her. She knew what he was thinking. They hadn’t done this during their one night together. And she had missed it. She loved holding the power of a man’s cock in her mouth, watching these strong-willed, alpha men weaken to the point of groveling and begging to fuck her mouth. There was no rush like it. And she had a feeling she’d be able to make Damian roar.

  “And the email? What your friend said?” Lydia took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking and pulling it away from his body, at the same time she rolled her hand containing the bullet up his shaft, pressing the button on the end again to ramp up the speed.

  Damian’s body went wild, hips punched into her hand—aided by the little toy, jaw clenched with the rush of sensations, every muscle taut with the effort to hold himself up. “He’s an idiot about women. Has been since college. Fuck, holy shit. I want your mouth on my cock, please. Fuck, fuck.”

  With a pop, Lydia released his testicle, shaking her head no as she moved to the other one. However, she did tighten her hand on his cock, increasing the speed she shuttled up and down that angry, throbbing length.

  Through gritted teeth, Damian continued his explanation. “I set Brant straight. He knows there won’t be any more women. Whether you forgive me or not. I’m done with that life. Just you now. Just you. And to prove I’m not out to get your company, I sent all the coding for the new app over to your chief technical officer. She’ll be able to take it and run with it. I want to help. Want to be a part of your successes, but not if you think I’m doing it to take over. I just want to make your dreams come true.”

  Halfway through his speech, Lydia froze, shocked by his words. He wanted only her, for the rest of his life? He sent all the coding for an app potentially worth millions to her company without asking for even a dime?

  The last remnants of the walls she had so carefully encased her heart in crumbled to the ground. If this man wasn’t the real deal, she didn’t know what was. The risks involved in letting him into her heart seemed small in comparison to all that she could gain from giving him a chance. And not just an app, that was nothing. This man—his soul, his brain, his heart—was all she wanted.

  Abandoning his balls, Lydia moved up to sink her mouth over the rock-hard cock she’d been dreaming of since leaving his bed. And boy, did he roar. The walls shook with the volume of his need. Lydia knew without a doubt if his hands had been free, he’d have sunk his fingers into her hair and pushed her farther until her lips touched the soft curls at the base of him. But his hands were quite literally tied, so instead she played with him a little. She thrust down until his head breached her throat, then immediately backed off. Licking and sucking at just his tip, she brought the vibrator up to his balls, still wet from her attention there.

  “Fuck, Lydia, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” Damian’s head hung low, taking in every movement as she toyed with him.

  “Mmm. No, honey, not yet. We’re playing my game now, remember? You come when I say you can come.” Backing off completely, she rolled the vibrator over his stomach and chest again, allowing his senses to return but still keeping him on edge.

  “Take your top off. I want to see all of you, please.”

  Lydia stood, rolling the toy back down to his shaft. Gripping him gently, she only skated the bullet and her fingers over his sensitized flesh. “I’m not sure if you’ve earned back the right to my body. As you know, I’m very choosy with whom I allow to satisfy me.”

  “Jesus Christ, woman, forgive me already. I promise to keep you so satisfied both in and out of the bedroom you’ll never feel the need to come back to this club again.” His eyes pleaded with her, and though she liked playing with his pleasure, she would never play with his emotions. She wasn’t that type of woman.

  Removing all other stimulation, she brought one hand to his cheek and regarded him with all the passion and hope she had in her being. “I forgave you the moment I wal
ked in this room. Then I realized there was nothing to forgive. We are both passionate, impulsive people. It is how we’ve both succeeded at young ages. But we’ll have to work around that in the future so misunderstandings like this don’t happen again.”

  Without hesitation, Lydia brought her lips to Damian’s in a soul-rending kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her completely clothed body against his sweat-slicked, naked one.

  “Now”—Lydia turned the vibrator back on, choosing the highest setting—“you don’t get to come until you are inside me, understand? I see so much as one drop hit this floor, and we start all over.”

  “You’re going to be the death of me.” Damian groaned his frustration. Pleasure denial was definitely not something he engaged in all that much. Lydia looked forward to torturing him in the sweetest ways possible for many years to come.

  “I promise, no matter what teenage boys with blue balls tell their girlfriends, it is not possible to die from a lack of orgasms.” She gripped his cock in the hand with the vibrator once again. “Besides, I have every intention of making you come, on my time.”

  Chapter Ten

  Damian

  There was nothing in this world that Damian wouldn’t do for the woman on her knees before him, but holding back his orgasm any longer was swiftly becoming something he could no longer do.

  He wasn’t sure how long she’d been toying with him. It could have been hours, minutes, or lifetimes. Each time he felt the telltale tightening of his balls and tingling at the base of his spine, she would take all stimulation away for several seconds, then start over with gentle touches that quickly turned into mind-meltingly erotic acts.

  After each time he came back from the edge, she removed a piece of clothing. First her shoes. Then her shirt, her jeans, and panties next. Now she stood before him, naked as the day he first saw her in this very room. Slowly, she removed the extensions from her hair and the contacts from her eyes, dropping them to the floor beside her.

  “I don’t want to be Angel right now. With you, I’ll only ever be Lydia St. James, poor girl turned billionaire. And I only want you to ever be Damian with me. Okay?” The vulnerability in her eyes at that moment speared him straight through his heart, until it felt as if all the love he held for her poured out to fill the space between them.

  “Yes, just us. Forever.”

  “I need you inside me now, Damian.” Lydia reached up, unhooking his restraints from the carabiner set into the wall. His arms fell uselessly to his sides, and she rubbed the life back into them, just as he had done for her when their positions were reversed.

  Next, she moved to the leather straps around his ankles, and before she could massage his legs, Damian dropped down so that he sat on the warm floor beneath them. Thank God for subfloor heating. Gripping her by the hips, Damian positioned Lydia over his throbbing cock. He literally thought he might begin crying when her hot velvet sheath slid down his length. “Fuck, this isn’t going to last long, baby. You got me too worked up. I need to come inside you like I need to breathe. Maybe more than I need to breathe.”

  “Don’t worry. Watching you on that wall, playing with you for the past hour, I’ve been right there with you.” She panted and whimpered as she pumped up and down, her liquid arousal dripping down his shaft.

  “Fuck, I missed you. I love you so much.” The words spilling from his mouth were totally unfiltered. He couldn’t have stopped them in his exhausted and yet frenzied state. “Missed this pussy. Missed your smart mouth. Missed everything about you. Only having it for twenty-four hours wasn’t near enough. Need it all for a lifetime.”

  “I missed you too. I didn’t want to, but I did.” Lydia reached up, grabbing her tits in her hands and toying with them, occasionally bringing one to his mouth to suck on. “I’m so close, Damian. I want to feel your cum inside me. Oh God, please give it to me.”

  With one last slam onto his lap, Lydia stilled just as his balls pulled up tight against his body and he let loose a primal scream. Long spurts of his cum filled her until it mixed with her own cum and dripped out from between them. Colors flashed before his eyes, the rush of his release so powerful it almost hurt.

  Lydia flung her arms around Damian’s neck, her hair covering his face and her panting mouth pressed against his neck. She ground her hips hard against his base and shot off into her own orgasm. The tightening and pulsing of her silky walls set off another orgasm for Damian, something that had never happened for him in such quick succession.

  Their arms and legs wrapped tightly around each other, and their heart rates slowed until they beat at the same steady rate.

  Everything about the moment was perfect. Well, almost perfect. He wished she could say the three words he longed to hear but knew that she had more to work through than he did. That it would be harder for her, and he wouldn’t push her no matter how desperately he wanted the woman still sitting on his cock to love him as much as he loved her.

  Slowly, Lydia stood from the floor and held out her hand for him. “Come on, let’s go make use of the shower in the changing room, then go back to your place and redo the morning after. This time we’ll skip the drama and yelling. Okay?”

  “Yes, please. I want to erase that fight from my memory forever.”

  Hand in hand, they walked naked to the changing room, knowing their clothes would be taken care of by the club staff. In a fit of optimism, Damian had come prepared with a more casual change of clothes for Lydia from the full closet that remained in his apartment.

  Lydia took care of preparing their shower, turning the water and steam to the highest settings and dropping an aromatherapy ball into the corner to help soothe their senses. Slowly, they washed each other. It wasn’t sexual, or at least the goal was not sex. Damian doubted they could ever really touch each other without some element of eroticism being present. But this was different. It was about connecting. Sharing a quiet, intimate moment together that neither had ever shared with anyone else. They didn’t even have to speak the words to know that neither had ever taken a shower with someone else that didn’t involve some sort of kinkery.

  Guiding him to the bench on the far side of the wall, Lydia perched herself on his lap and began washing his hair, massaging her fingers through his thick black locks. It felt amazing, as if he could drift off to sleep in the clouds of steam surrounding them and be happy in that dream forever.

  “Damian?” Her voice was soft and melodic, lulling him into an even greater sense of peace. “Love isn’t something I’m all that familiar with. I’ve never seen a good example of it. Not sure I believed in it at all until tonight. But if it is real, I think I might be falling into love with you. I know you are about five steps ahead of me, and I heard what you said back there about loving me. I want you to know that your feelings aren’t unreciprocated. I just need your patience until I catch up, okay?”

  His eyes slid open, taking in the love of his life and the worried expression on her face. “Angel, I’ll wait for as long as you need. My love isn’t going anywhere. I’ll do whatever you need to make you believe in what I know is true. We are soul mates. The only two people on this planet who could completely fulfill each other.”

  Lydia nodded, biting her lip and smiling a shy little smile that he guessed no man had ever seen before. “I can’t wait to love you, Damian ‘Razor’ Rasoio.”

  Epilogue

  One Year Later

  Lydia

  Being in front of a crowd had never been a problem for Lydia; she was used to it in fact. Between her time at Club Zion and the many speeches she’d made over the years to investors and staff, getting onstage was kind of old hat.

  However, standing on the platform at the New York Stock Exchange, getting ready to ring the bell for the open of trading on the first day 4U Cosmetics was going public blew all her previous experiences out of the water. Damian stood behind her, his hand on her lower back in a silent show of support.

  Her life before Damian seemed like an entirely d
ifferent world. One that was lonely and dark, even if it hadn’t felt that way at the time. But with him, everything was better. He encouraged and supported her in everything. Offering his advice or expertise when needed and stepping back without the least bit of hesitation when she needed to stand on her own.

  Thanks in part to his app, and changes they’d made in their marketing, 4U Cosmetics was set to take over the top-earning cosmetics company within the next five years. And taking her company public would help that a great deal. Big things were on the horizon, and she couldn’t wait to go through every single one with her soul mate at her side.

  Reaching behind her, she grasped Damian’s hand in hers and, with her other hand, pressed the button that triggered the loud clanking of the opening bell. The floor erupted in activity, and though there was no way to tell at that moment, every analyst said they expected 4U Cosmetics’ shares to rocket to the top.

  Once the fanfare was finished, Lydia turned to Damian and threw her arms around his neck. “We did it, babe!” So much joy and pride surged through her she felt as if she couldn’t contain it all. Needed an outlet for it all. She desperately wanted to drag Damian back to their apartment and fuck on every available surface.

  “You did it, Lydia. This is all you. I’m just a glorified coder. The product is you. You deserve every bit of the credit on this.” Damian cupped her face in his hands, the pride practically beaming out of his eyes and warming every bit of her soul.

  Leaning forward, Lydia whispered in his ear, “I need you inside me as soon as possible.”

  “I can make that happen.” Damian grabbed her hand, and together they sprinted past security in the lobby of the intimidating building. They raced down Wall Street, heading toward the same apartment where they had spent their first night together. It hadn’t taken long for Damian to convince her to move in, and she was all too happy to give up her smaller place. Thankfully, Battery Park wasn’t far from Wall Street, and they were falling from the elevator into the living room within fifteen minutes.