“You were more beautiful without all those garish diamonds. But if I had diamonds to give you, I would probably shower them on you too.”
“I explained to you that I’m not that kind of girl. I was thrust into this world and I can’t seem to escape.”
“If you ever get out, call me. You do have my card?” I shook my head yes. He put his hand to his ear. “I’m being contacted. I think my boss is worried about our conversation. We’re not supposed to fraternize with the guests, especially a special personal guest of Mr. St. John.”
“It was great seeing you, Blake.” At that moment I wanted to be BB, Before Blackstone. I wanted to be twenty-one in my own little apartment in Brooklyn, dating casually, no problems but one, and it sure wasn’t men.
Now I was miserable. Maybe that was what happened when you fell in love young—you were perpetually miserable when you couldn’t be with the one you loved, and didn’t want to love the one you were with!
* * *
I drank expensive champagne all night with Charles to celebrate our newly formed partnership. Charles and I got drunk, and when I entered his limo for my ride home, one of my expensive shoes fell somewhere under the seat. Arriving at my door, I stepped out of the car and looked down. I couldn’t walk. Charles swept me up in his arms. I looked at him with a drunken gaze; I wanted it to be Max. I held him around his neck with both hands and placed my cheek close to his, and we both felt the yearning. We were two eager souls drifting in each other’s direction, ready for a collision.
Standing on the porch of my bungalow, the light provided a spotlight aimed at our face. Not that anything would occur, but I didn’t want Max to make something out of nothing to use against me.
Crystal had turned on the light early in case I made it home late. I fidgeted around in my small evening bag that could only hold a pack of cigarettes. And since I didn’t smoke, I found a small comb, a lipstick, and finally my keys.
I had left my phone at home, charging in the docking station, and when I opened the door, I heard it ringing on the dining room table. There was no way I would answer it because it was Max. I chose to ignore it and concentrate on the very handsome, very sane, and very tempting Charles St. John.
Charles held me in his arms. My glance fell to the floor and I motioned with my head, and he deposited me with ease before kissing my cheek and pulling down my long dress that had somehow tightened and wrapped around my thighs. What a wonderful gesture, I thought.
“I had a great time.” I was trying to be polite without trying to be obligated.
“Maybe you would consider another date with me?” What the fuck can I say? Yes, I want to date you because I’m starved for attention from a man. Yes, I want to date you because you may be the only man that can prevent Max from keeping my son.
“Maybe. But for now, I have to get up early tomorrow and prepare for a new job. As well as having a roommate that will probably be in here asking about my date with you. She has a crush on you.” I smiled, hoping he would let me off the hook and take up with Crystal instead.
“You don’t have to go to work tomorrow. Just rest and prepare to work at my bank. I will have my secretary e-mail you some paperwork that will explain your duties. I should have everything arranged, and by next week you can start.”
“I don’t want—”
He placed his finger to my mouth to silence me. And then he placed his lips over his finger and then removed both. I felt young again. I was being wooed and not expected to receive a body in the middle of the night telling me that he needed my body parts, as if I could package them one at a time and send them to him. I hadn’t missed that about Max. I just missed Max.
Charles left and closed the door behind him. I watched through the picture window and saw his limo pull away. I stood in the middle of the floor, dancing and breathing, not knowing which way to turn. I knew I had to lock the door.
Reaching for the lock, I heard a knock, and in strutted Max. There he stood in a black suite and white shirt. He’d obviously had time to change. Maybe he’d gotten in a fuck with Ms. Corday before coming for a second round. I gazed down at his well-shined black shoes. No loafers. This was not a casual call. In his hand he held a paper. “Did you see the New York Post?” he asked, waving it in front of him.
“I never buy the Post. It’s nothing but a glorified rag.”
“In the Post there are pictures of you and St. John. The question on the front page is, ‘Who is that woman at his side? Are we seeing the next Mrs. St. John?’” he said, reading the paper and then looking up at me. “Very soon the world will know who you are, and you and our son will not be safe.”
Now it was clear why Max didn’t invite me to his functions. He was trying to protect me.
“That may explain one thing, but it does not explain why you would take Corday to the opening of Charles’s hotel.”
“You’re taking to referring to him as Charles.” Max bristled. “The person you saw was not me, Alex.” It became clear about Corday, but it took a little time before I knew the answer.
“Who was it?” I wanted him to answer this question. Then I wouldn’t have to make wrong assumptions and drive myself crazy.
“The person you saw was Jonas.” His eyes lowered. “I have businesses all over the world and sometimes I can’t make all of my meetings. I can’t allow my competitors to see my weakness. St. John is one and now he knows that you are mine and he will do anything to get you. He’s not what you think he is.”
“And neither are you, and don’t refer to me as yours, as if I’m one of your possessions.”
“I deserved that, Alex. You don’t know how vicious he can be.” He moved closer, and the electricity that existed between us had grown. Not seeing him and wanting him had heightened my sexual senses. His face excited me, his eyes stunned me, and I could not and would not move from that spot. His smell aroused my basest of instincts, and I waited for him to take me and do whatever he wanted. Tie me up, fuck me and then whip my ass—you name it, he was welcome to do it all. I was open to anything at that moment. It had been too long since he put his mouth on my clit, and it had been too long since I had had an orgasm.
Holding on to my senses, I said, “What can be more vicious than taking a child from his mother?” Max’s head fell low. He felt my hurt. He raised his head and placed his hands to my face.
“Not telling a father that he has a son.” I froze. “Can we go to your room?” His voice was soft. I didn’t expect that. I wasn’t used to that. I didn’t want that. I wanted my take-charge man again. Not begging to take me to my room, but dragging me as he tore my clothes off along the way. I wanted to go scratching and clawing his back in full resistance. But I went shamelessly quiet, and he remained the gentleman I thought I wanted and that he tried to become.
I grabbed his hand and led him to my little room with my white sheets and white comforter, on a white wrought-iron bed with a wrought-iron headboard. I turned on my old white-painted lamp with the new lampshade. He placed his smartphone on the distressed white table under my painted lamp. He dropped his house keys and a black silk ribbon and his prep school tie all on that table. And we sat facing each other on the edge of the bed.
He looked around. “This is me,” I said. “Not that palace I lived in, which you owned.”
“What do you want me to do, Alex?”
“I want my son back, and I want to get a job that you can’t take from me.”
“I can’t give back my wealth; it’s me, just as much as my face, or Jonas. I’m stuck with this.” He paused, searching my eyes and hoping I would understand. “You shouldn’t work at places where you can be kidnapped and held for ransom. Why do you think I took my son? Once my enemies discover that they can get to me through my son and you, I could lose everything that I care about.” I recognized the truth when I heard it. Now I realized that he was concerned about our son’s safety and my well-being.
“I will give you back our son against my better judgment and le
ave you alone to work out your life. But you will have to accept a bodyguard. I know you are young and things have been happening fast—”
“Oh, Max, just give me a little time and you will be so proud of me, then we will take it from there.” As usual I had selective hearing. I didn’t hear about the bodyguard until it was too late. I agreed to what Max wanted and blanked out the rest. I had this thing about not hearing something and not reading the small print, which had come back to bite me in the ass, literally.
“I have another stipulation.”
“What?”
“I want the opportunity to introduce you to a higher level of reaching an orgasm.”
That sounded great to me. I didn’t think that there was anything that I hadn’t done with Max. My Max was back and in full force.
He gazed at me with a strange look, eyes dark and brow furrowed, and then he reached for my ruby red evening gown, and with both hands, pulled it, tearing the expensive silk gown until the slit reached under my breasts. “You didn’t accept my clothes, so you will never wear St. John’s dress again.”
I hadn’t planned on ever wearing it again, but my clit heated up to its boiling point when I understood how jealous he was when he thought there was another man snooping around. He had marked his territory like the Alpha male that he was.
Pulling my panties down, I stepped out of them. He sniffed the crotch before discarding them in the corner, and then he inserted his finger into my vagina and looped it around. Pulling it out, he placed it to his nose. “You’re tight and moist. I can tell that St. John didn’t get to first base. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“You will never belong to another man.” Maybe there is something in the contract that I signed when I agreed to be Max’s Sub that I didn’t read. Perhaps I should take a look at it. Give it a once-over to be sure I didn’t miss something that may have long-term consequences to me. After all, I’m only twenty-three; whose knows what may happen in the future.
He put his head between my legs, and his tongue found my clit. He rose up and said, “Your bud is eager.” Just when I was enjoying every minute of his salacious lovemaking, he reached for something and said, “Here. Tie this ribbon around your eyes.”
“What?”
“Do it. You have to trust me, Alex. That is part of our life together. I tried being another person. I tried seeing you as a mother and not my partner, and that didn’t work. We are sexual human beings and we are drawn to each other because of our attraction and the way we connect during sex.”
I tried to analyze what Max said in those few moments. It made sense. I could recognize when I heard the truth, and the truth was that we were attracted to each other whether we were parents or not. When we were in bed, nothing mattered but the love and the loving we gave each other.
I tied the black ribbon around my eyes, and I felt completely vulnerable. I trusted him. I was eager to please him. I still thought of the woman who was strangled in his hotel, but when he placed his face back in a familiar position—between my legs—I forgot about anything but having him make love to me.
Not seeing anything connected me to my body in the most erotic way. All my senses came alive, and I felt each flick of his tongue as he licked my folds and the creases between my legs and mound. His tongue moved slowly as he inched me toward an orgasm. He paused a moment to say, “I love sucking your clit. I can feel it vibrate in my mouth, and it makes me harder.” I can’t imagine his dick being any harder than it is. My leg eased along his rod, and it felt hotter than any time before.
I wrapped my legs around his body and begged, “Can I come?”
“Now you are being my submissive.” I could feel through the blindfold that he had a smile on that gorgeous face when he planted his head between my legs. I had given in to him in bed. It was what I needed and it was all that Max desired—to have his way with me in bed.
He flicked his tongue on my clit and damn, I had an orgasm that made my scalp tremble and my body shake. I reached to untie the ribbon. “No, you will keep it on until we are finished and because you have been naughty and decided to date another man, I’m going to paddle you with my hand and then I’ll decide what to do next.”
“But—”
“But nothing, Alex.” And Max took my hands and placed them behind my back. “Now I want you to suck me without touching me with your hands. Only your mouth.” He pulled me up and propped my back against the iron bed and straddled me. “Take it and put it in your mouth.” I felt for it with my mouth, and it was directly in front of me, extending like a cobra ready to strike. Leaning into my mouth, Max guided it in, hitting my lips along the way. I took it in and glided my tongue around and over his slit. He leaned over me, thrusting in and out. I felt the perspiration tinkle from his chest. His smell was intoxicating. The more sweat poured into my face the more I became excited. I felt the telltale signs of his orgasm. He was on the edge of coming, and I wanted to push him over into the abyss as he had done to me.
“I’m there, Alex. I want this now.” I slowed my movements with my mouth, and I reached around him for his hard buttocks. I felt them stiffen, and I dug my false nails into them and he flinched from the pain. “Don’t hold back. I need to come now.” Don’t tell me when and how you need to come. You are not in control, my handsome fuck. If you are in such control of your body then you don’t need to beg me for your orgasm, I thought.
I began to work my mouth, sucking in and out, demonstrating to him what I was capable of doing. I sucked him hard, and he spilled his hot come in my mouth. It kept coming until it flowed like a river down the sides of my chin, and he still kept fucking my mouth. “I can’t stop. I’m having another one,” he confessed. The feral grunts and moans were akin to a wounded animal. And I knew that a wounded animal was dangerous.
“How are you capable of doing this to me?” Max paused to take a breath and remove his dick from my mouth. He fell on the side of me, panting. “You are a dangerous girl, Alex. I have to keep an eye on you.” I smiled a devilish smile, and he knew that he had created a monster.
“I don’t like that smile.”
“What are you going to do about it?” In that second he turned me over and began smacking my butt.
“Stop it, Max. I was just kidding,” I said laughing.
“I’m not.” I felt his dick rise when he leaned close to smack my butt. Then he stopped, and one hand moved to my clit and the other gripped my ass. He circled my ass with his tongue, making it moist, and then he forced his wonderful face between my ass cheeks. I could hear and feel his breath, and then I felt that glorious tongue, by now my best friend in the world. A friend I could depend on to satisfy me sexually and make me happy when I was sad, a friend that would be there rain or shine when I was lonely, and a friend that would never let me down.
My friend pulled away from me, and his friend thrust his dick into my vagina and filled my walls with his penis. “I can’t seem to get enough of you. What’s going to become of me, Alex?” he said, fucking me in and out and fucking some more. He placed his hand to buttress my stomach from the onslaught of his hard, needy dick that was plundering every part of my body. The dark scarf had blinded me, and my senses were acute. I felt every blow his long, hard dick inflicted on me, and through the pain and pleasure, I had my third orgasm of the night. His breathing was erratic and his dick still hard. He was not done with me.
“I said that I would introduce you to something perverse in lovemaking, but I don’t know whether you are ready yet.”
“What is it, Max?”
“You will have to wait until we are married to find out because you are not ready and your room is not conducive for this. We need silence and freedom from anyone knowing what we are doing. I bet your roommate has a glass to the wall. I have a house just fit for that. It is being built for us at this time.” Max just said that he would give me time, and now he is building houses without consulting me. I don’t know about this. And did I forget about
Charles through the incredible lovemaking Max just laid on me? What am I doing? I don’t know how to tell Max that I have a job at one of St. John’s banks. Well, he never discloses anything to me. I guess this will have to be on a need-to-know basis and he doesn’t need to know, at least not now, just when I got my Mr. Black back.
Chapter 14
We were awakened by the chime coming from Max’s phone. The sun was up, and it had to be about seven a.m. I wasn’t going to work. I pushed Max, and he turned over.
“Max. Max, your phone.” Max reached for the phone.
“Who is it?” His eyes widened.
“No. Oh no. Not him. I thought it would be me.” He sat up in the bed, shirtless, resting on the headboard. Tears streamed from his eyes. “I’m coming now. Call the local police and then contact the FBI.”
“What is it, Max? What is it?”
“Don’t worry. I have it under control.”
“What do you have under control? You haven’t told me anything.”
“Sit up.”
“Why?”
“Just do what I say for once, Alex.”
“I’m sitting up. Now tell me.” There was a long pause, and his eyes closed and opened.
“Our son has been…kidnapped.” I didn’t hear him. My selective hearing took over because all I heard was “our son.”
Max’s voice wavered and died out, and the background noise from the street took over. It wasn’t the background noise; there wasn’t any noise. It was the sounds in my head screaming at me. And I began to scream.
“Alex, stop. I’ll handle it. Trust me.”
“You were the one that took my son. You were the one that promised he would be safe.”
“Calm down, honey. Calm down. No one would dare hurt my son. I have resources to track them down. But first I have to notify the authorities, and I have to get my security detail involved, and before I can do that I will need you to calm down and listen to me.”
“I’m calm now.”
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