Zandor

by M. J. Fields

  “Don’t you think that’s wrong? I mean he and you both banging girls on a couch and you’re doing what?”

  “Helping him keep his shit in check. He’s a Steel, we don’t blow it that fucking fast. We believe in ladies going first.”

  “Well if you say it that way then…no y’all are still disgusting.”

  I couldn’t help but smile at those eyes. “Tell me your secrets Bekah?”

  “I don’t have any.” she yawned.

  “So what’s up with you and your father? Why do you call him sir?”

  She tried to move her head to avoid eye contact and I held it between my hands. “Military brat, and my Dad’s a colonel.”

  “Alright, so why the hostility?” I didn’t realize I was rubbing her face until she put her hand over mine stopping me.

  “Zandor, we’ve crossed some lines already tonight. I work with you almost every day, You’re a lot of fun, but you’re not good for me.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “I just do. Hell, I’m not good for me.”

  I really wasn’t getting it, what the damn problem was, why she was fighting against this but I told her I’d be her friend right? What the fuck was I thinking?

  The banging started again. “They’re against the wall?”

  “Her headboard is right against my damn headboard.”

  I felt a crack on my head, “Fuck!”

  “Oh my God, are you okay?”

  “That shit hurt.” I rubbed my head.

  She reached up and rubbed it too. “Better?”

  “Yeah.” Keep on going girl.

  I opened my eyes and she was staring at my lips. I was laying on her. Pinning her to the bed and if not for the damn comforter between us she’d feel my dick growing at a crazy rapid speed, “Bekah…”

  She let go of my head and gripped the sheets and let out a very slow sweet breath.

  I willed myself to do the right thing and rolled off of her, regretfully.

  She sat up, “Alright I am wasted. I’m sorry, you’re a very beautiful man, even fun—now.”

  “I was fun before.” I smiled.

  Her eyes traveled down me. I wasn’t ashamed of shit. I put my hands behind my head and watched the expression go from shock to desire.

  “Hey.”

  Her eyes snapped up to mine.

  “You could tuck him in.”

  “WHAT?” She blushed.

  “I mean if you weren’t such a blanket hog he wouldn’t be gettin' you all hot and bothered right now, Kitten.”

  She whipped the covers over me.“Do you have no shame?”

  “Come on, you saw what I got down there. Let me ask you Bekah, does it look like something to be ashamed of?”

  She shook her head no and covered her face.

  “Then tell me, what’s the problem?”

  “I’m on a diet. Oh, and I work for you.”

  “Fine, you’re fired.”

  She looked at me. “That’s sexual harassment.”

  “I know what it is. But I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t play that card.”

  She leaned over and grabbed that damn pillow and I stared at her ass. Her on all fours was gonna be a lot of fun.

  “I wouldn’t, I’m just as much to blame here.”

  She set the pillow between us and lay down.

  “You’ll submit.” I winked.

  “I’m tired and have a very long trip tomorrow.”

  “To see your father.” I rolled to my side and got as close as I could get.

  “Yep.”

  I was really fucking annoyed by that damn pillow. “I promise not to fondle you if you throw that fucking thing off the bed.”

  She held it tighter. “Henry.”

  “Yeah whatever.” I snatched that thing and tossed it to the ground. “Now roll over on your side and go to sleep.”

  “No fondling.” She held up her finger.

  “None.” I waited until she rolled over and pulled her against me.

  She looked back at me and rolled those baby blues.

  “I’m not fondling, go to sleep.”

  ~

  When she was asleep, I was woken up by more headboard banging and my brother’s voice.

  I decided to get up and use the bathroom.

  When I returned to the room the noise level was peaking and I looked around her room for something, music of some sort. On her shelf was a scrapbook and I decided to take a look.

  It was full of high school photos, prom pictures. She had been to six, all different guys, all looking at her like they wanted to fuck her. I hated every one of those hormone-filled little fucks. Except they weren’t all that little. She wasn’t joking when she said she had a type. Each one had jock written all over them.

  Bekah was never a tiny little thing, she must have had C cups in fucking middle school and apparently she didn’t mind showing them.

  The next few pages were of her at Queens University in North Carolina. Lots of photos of what I assume were design projects. Lots of awards too, apparently she was good. The next few pages held pictures of her and another fucker who seemed to have taken her to three formal events. She looked stunning and he looked like a man whose face needed to be pounded in. He had a smug look and she was doe-eyed looking at him. Lucky bastard.

  I put the book back and decided I wouldn’t snoop anymore. I got ready to jump back in and snuggle the hell out of sleeping beauty—okay I’m sure she was passed out, but oh well, I was gonna take full advantage.

  Curiosity got the best of me and I pulled out the drawer she had slammed shut this morning and I swear to all that is holy I was pretty sure she was exactly what I needed.

  I pulled out the vibrator and looked at it. I fucking love those things. The shit you could do with one was amazing. Like a paint brush was to an artist a vibrator was to a pleasure giver, a sexual being, a Dom, like me.

  I knew from the moment I looked at her she was as sexually high strung as I am. I felt the crackle in the air, I saw the spark in her eyes, the way she had carried herself when she walked in, full of confidence, full of energy, was noticed not by me at first but my cock. He was all ‘oh fuck yeah’ and I was all ‘simmer down’. He was right, my cock may have steered me in the wrong direction many many times before but not this time.

  I grabbed my phone and sent a message to George, I wanted everything on her. What year she graduated, what schools she had attended, previous addresses. I needed to know all of this before I moved ahead with the plan I had to take this Kitten and make her mine.

  Brave

  Bekah

  I’m still drunk, oh my God how much did I drink? I sat up holding my head and then thought hard about the events that lead to right here and right now. Although it hurt to smile, I did, and I covered my face and fell backward onto my pillow. I remembered dancing with Zandor Steel. I remember every erotic move he made that caused me to go off in the middle of a packed dance floor.

  I rolled over and was hit with something plastic. “Oh my God!”

  I held my head because screaming made it scream back at me but I didn’t care.

  I was gonna kill Tiffany, kill her that bitch.

  “Tiffany!”

  “Out here.” She didn’t sound any better than I felt.

  “Seriously! You come in my room after I have to hear you getting laid all night and place Edward on my pillow!” I walked out, waving him in the air.

  “Um, Bekah, now is really not a good…”

  “Stay out of Cullen manner!” I snapped pointing at her with Edward. “Just because you have no boundaries doesn’t mean I don’t!”

  She started giggling, the little twit, and I wanted to bop her on the head with Edward but that….

  “Wow, life with you around just keeps getting better.” A very hot towel-wearing Zandor Steel walked out of my bathroom toweling off his hair.

  I was mortified and needed to retaliate. “Nice pink towel!”

  He looked at me utterly entertained.
“Nice pink cock.”

  He walked by me and smacked me on the ass. “You might wanna stop waving that thing around, Kitten.”

  “Nah, let her go.” I heard another male voice.

  I shoved it up my shirt and Xavier walked around in front of me. “Now if you push your tits together right around it and…”

  “Oh. My. God!”

  I walked to my room and Zandor was standing there butt-ass naked with his back to me.

  “Do you mind?”

  “No not at all.” He turned around and grabbed his jeans.

  I covered my eyes quickly.

  “You may wanna hop in the shower or you’ll be late heading out.” He grabbed my hand and dragged me to the window. “We got snow last night.”

  I pulled my hand away. “Will you put some clothes on?”

  “I was, when you rudely barged in on me.” He pulled his jeans on. “There, better?”

  Not really. “Yes. I’m going to shower.”

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  I turned back around and looked at him. “For what?”

  “We’re friends, Kitten.” He rolled his eyes. “I showed you mine, now you gotta…”

  I laughed and I didn’t even mean to. But what are you supposed to do after what the hell just went on in here? None of these people adhered to any rules or boundaries. They crossed lines left and right and I---loved it. I was free here.

  “Hey,” he snapped and I turned back around. “You forgot something.”

  He held up Edward.

  “You’re an ass.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know, I haven’t had time to figure it out.” My head was still cloudy.

  “Well if you’re ashamed that you’re a very sexual person then…”

  “Boundaries much?”

  “Oh I see, I’m embarrassing you. Okay fine I’ll even the score.” I had no idea what he was talking about. “Hey everyone, I rubbed one off in the shower!”

  I heard Tiffany and Xavier cracking up and I just looked at him. He smiled at me and it made everything better.

  ~

  I had my bags packed. “You’re going for two days and you need all that stuff?”

  “Girls need stuff, Zandor.”

  “How many different dresses do you really need for two days?”

  “Well it depends I guess.”

  “I’ve never seen you in a dress. Skirts with leggings, but not a dress.”

  “Ladies wear dresses.” I huffed.

  “Oh, I see.”

  He grabbed my bag. “I’ll carry it down. Let’s get you on the road.”

  “I’m not ready. I have to grab my makeup and hair stuff and…what are you doing?”

  “Helping a friend.”

  He was throwing everything in a bag.

  “What? I wouldn’t want you to be late.” He smiled and winked one of those light brown eyes and I sat and let him pack.

  “Dryer, flat iron, make-up. Do you need your body soap and shampoo from the shower?”

  “No that’s good.”

  “Alright then, let’s roll.”

  He had both bags and was opening the front door before I even walked out of my room. “Bye Tiff.”

  I didn’t wait for a reply because she and Xavier were back in the bedroom and I was more than sure she didn’t hear me.

  ~

  I walked around the corner of the building and saw a flashy new black vehicle sitting next to my Bitch. Zandor was beaming.

  “I wonder whose that is.” I pushed the unlock on my remote and didn’t hear a beep.

  “Something wrong?”

  He was walking around the black beauty and paying no attention to me.

  “Apparently the remote doesn’t work anymore.” I opened the lock the old fashion way and sat in to start the car up.

  It was cold and it wasn’t starting so I tried again and nothing.

  “FUCK!” I yelled and held my pounding head.

  “Ladies don’t…”

  “And Bitch cars don’t start!”

  He eyes brightened and I wasn’t finding humor in it at all.

  “I’m gonna be late and he will be pissed.”

  “Pop the hood, let me check it out.”

  I did as he asked. “Okay try it now.”

  Nothing, not even a click.

  “Well, that doesn’t sound good.” he shut the hood.

  “He’s gonna…” I stopped when I heard the SUV next to me start.

  “I’ll give you a ride.” he smiled as he lifted the back hatch and deposited my bags.

  “To North Carolina?”

  “Sure, why not? I’ll get to break her in.” I started to object. “Tick Tock, Kitten.”

  He opened the door and I didn’t move. “Slow today, huh? Shouldn’t be driving anyway, you’re still lit up.”

  He lifted me and set me in. “Can you manage the seat belt or should I?”

  He didn’t wait for an answer, he reached around and buckled me and shut the door He jumped in and grabbed his phone, turned on the car, and immediately threw it in reverse.

  “Hey Xavier, I know you’re busy but Bekah’s car won’t start again. I checked it out but didn’t see shit. If you wouldn’t mind peeking under the hood I… we would appreciate it. If you don’t see anything call Justice and tell him to fix it or I’ll erase his fucking tattoo. Oh and another thing, I’ll be gone for…” he looked over at me waiting for an answer and when I didn’t give him one. “Bekah, speak.”

  “Two nights?”

  “Three days. Take care of shit, I’m off work but still pop in. Talk to you soon.”

  He hung up the phone and looked over at me, “Go to sleep, I’ll wake you when I need directions.”

  ~

  I was definitely still drunk. I really needed to make adjustments to my diet. No tequila.

  “Reach to the side and see if you can lay the seats back.”

  I had so many things I could say to him right now but I didn’t. I reached down and adjusted the very comfortable seat and drifted off to sleep.

  When I woke we were already on I-95 south ready to exit into Richmond. I looked down and he had covered me up with his coat. I hated feeling this way. I hated feeling like I was that same stupid girl I was six months ago believing that a guy cared. I had my heart broken too many times to let it happen again.

  “Hey there, you’re awake.” He reached over and messed up my hair.

  I sat up and really felt like I was going to cry.

  “Bekah, what’s up girl?” He pulled off the exit and into the first gas station he found.

  I couldn’t talk or I’d cry so I just smiled and shook my head no.

  He threw the SUV in park and lifted the console. He turned in his seat and faced me, “Talk Bekah, spill it, whatever it is just let it out.”

  “I’m just hung over.”

  His eyes narrowed as he was searching mine. “Try again.”

  I started to turn away and he grabbed my shoulders holding them in place. “Just let it out.”

  “I don’t want you to…You don’t know me.” A tear escaped, and I felt it roll down my face. His thumb gently wiped it away.

  “Are you a serial killer?” He cocked his head to the side and I shook my head no. “A man? A puppy kicker?”

  I shook my head no and let it fly. “I’m a slut!”

  I covered my face not wanting him to see me cry. I felt him shaking a little, I looked up and his lips were sucked in and his eyes wide. The asshole was trying not to laugh.

  I pulled away and wiped my face and tried to open the door.

  He grabbed me laughing, “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Away from you!”

  “No way.” He pulled me against him and held me.

  The harder I fought the harder he did, bastard.

  “Bekah, I had sex for the first time when I was fifteen, in the school auditorium.”

  “I don’t care!”

  “Okay, well I al
so had sex every week for a year in that same auditorium.” He loosened his grip and leaned back. “Never with the same girl.”

  “Your point?” I smacked the tears away and he held my hands.

  If anyone looked in this vehicle right now, Zandor Steel would be in cuffs. His leg was wrapped around the front of me, one arm was restraining my hands and the other was wiping my face.

  “You’re not a slut, Bekah.”

  “I had sex with three guys in one year.”

  “Your point?” He was trying not to smile.

  “I’ve had a lot of sex, they told me I was a slut and I am.” I was pissed and embarrassed. “So that’s my fucking point!”

  “Ladies…”

  “I’m not a Fuckin…”

  His hand now covered my mouth and I bit him. Yep, I bit his hand. And what did the smug bastard do? He groaned.

  “Please don’t do that again, Bekah.”

  I stopped and sat back.

  “You don’t have to tell me anything.”

  “Oh you’ll hear it, and if you don’t you’ll be able to tell that’s what he’s thinking.”

  “Your father?”

  “Oh yes the colonel.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I slept with a lot of people.” I looked out the window.

  “You’re tired, emotional, and hung over. You need to fucking eat something. You need to realize that anyone who loves you shouldn’t say shit like that to you.”

  “I’m sure you probably never gave your family reason to…”

  He pulled back onto the road.

  “Look I’m gonna tell you something only five people know. Then you’re gonna shut the hell up about your sexual past.” He let out a breath. “I had inappropriate relations with a household appliance and got caught.”

  I looked over and his face was red and I wanted to laugh, “Why are you telling me this?”

  “Because, damn it. Because you shouldn’t feel like shit about being a sexual creature.”

  I covered my mouth and let it go and he smiled.

  He pulled into the next restaurant we came to. “I’m starving, let’s eat some bad shit.”

  I got out and followed him in.

  We sat down in a booth and a waitress came over. “Coffee?”

  “Please, black for me and for you, Bekah?”

  “Same thing please.” I looked up and the waitress was smiling at him.