7
~Dean~
I replayed my encounter with Ms. Blackman as I walked into my office. I had to admit her reaction to my heavy-handed attitude was unexpected, and I’d been unprepared for it. I tried to have the last word as I strode out of her office, but she had gotten under my skin. I had spent the entire day sitting at my desk, getting nothing accomplished. I was too busy thinking of ways to have her underneath me in the receiving position.
After missing lunch and almost missing my appointments, I needed to relax. I figured being among people would take my mind off her. That was the reason I was in a club on a Wednesday night. I couldn’t believe my good fortune when I saw her walk in. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me—I was seeing things. But when the “thing” I thought I was seeing was led to a table for two and, not long afterward, served a drink, I knew this was real. Fate had brought her to me; there was no way in hell that I was letting this opportunity slip through my fingers.
I forced myself to wait for ten minutes to see if anyone was joining her. After ten minutes, I made my move. Now here I was sitting across from the woman who had caused me more sleepless nights than I could remember and a hard-on that refused to quit. I pushed my chair back, preparing to go to the restroom at the same time that Ms. Blackman pushed hers back. We both stood up at the same time. She must have stood up too quickly because she lost her balance. I instinctively reached out and caught her arm before she ended up sprawled out on the floor. She grabbed my arm in return, and what I felt between us was too strong, too powerful to dismiss. I pulled her into my body, and before I analyzed what I was doing, I’d taken possession of her mouth, which must have been gaping open, and dove right in.
The first touch of our lips was electrifying: I felt the impact through my entire body. I wanted to explore that feeling. At first, Ms. Blackman appeared to be confused, and I took advantage of her confusion and intensified the kiss. When she didn’t object I brought her further into my body to let her get a feel of me. When I felt her tongue toying with mine, I lost it, and for a couple of minutes there, I forgot where I was… until I heard someone whistle and another said, “Get a room”.
“Damn it!” I didn’t realize I had said it out loud, but I must have.
She said, “I’m sorry.”
I sat down, the wind knocked out of my sails. I couldn’t look at her. I was ashamed, not because I’d kissed her but because I’d lost control. I NEVER lose control. What the hell happened? I was so busy silently berating myself I forgot about Ms. Blackman until she cleared her throat and said she was leaving.
“Wait,” I said. “I’ll walk out with you.”
“No, you don’t have to,” she said. “I walked in here on my own. I’m perfectly able to walk out on my own.”
“Shit, it’s not a matter of walking out on your own. I’d like to continue what we started.”
“I don’t,” she said.
“Why?” I asked.
I was getting desperate. I needed to be with her tonight. I dropped forty dollars on the table to cover my drink and hers and handed the bill she had placed on the table back to her.
“What are you doing? I can pay for my own drink.”
“I’m well aware of that, but you had that drink in my company, so technically I’m footing the bill.”
“I see you’re a control freak,” she said, giving me a searching look.
I don’t know what she saw in my face, but suddenly she capitulated, and picking her bag off the table, she began to make her way out of the club. I followed right behind her. As she walked by a table with a couple of men, they whistled at her, but she kept walking and didn’t slow down, let alone stop.
When we got outside, I turned to her, “Would you like to go somewhere more private for a drink?”
“Where do you have in mind? I have my vehicle here.”
“Leave it. We’ll pick it up later.”
“Why do you assume I’ll go with you in your vehicle? Is it because it’s the woman’s place to fall in?”
“No. I just thought I wanted to be with you sitting next to me, instead of following in a separate vehicle.”
I don’t know what made me come up with this to tell her, but it must have satisfied something in her mind because, suddenly, she agreed. I could have jumped for joy as my heart began to race. I could have taken her out there in the parking lot had it not been for the long look she gave me. That look was enough to put a slight damper on my enthusiasm.
The valet brought up my vehicle, and I helped her in.
“Would you like to continue our conversation in a more private setting?” I wanted to take her to a suite I had at a hotel ten minutes away.
“How private is private?”
“Very private. Do you want to go?”
“Yes. I’m up for it.”
“Great! Let me call the front desk to let them know to have my room ready.”
“So you have a standing reservation at this hotel?”
“Yes, and no.”
“What does that mean?”
“I have a suite on reserve in the event I have out-of-town clients to put up for the night. I don’t want anyone at my home, so this arrangement works out fine for me. Sometimes, I’ve used it for other activities, but I have not been there in a while.”
Until I had to defend myself in court to prove lack of paternity, I used to be there almost every day. I was, and still am to a certain degree, addicted to sex. Some people are addicted to drugs, some alcohol, some risky thrills… me, sex was my drug of choice. I never seemed to get enough of it. But after my recent experience and the fact that my mom got involved in it, I cooled down. I wasn’t sure if I was going to get anywhere with Ms. Blackman tonight, but I’d damn well try.
The sexual tension between us was so thick I was barely able to get my brain to think about some mundane things to take my mind off what I wanted to do to her. Casting about in my mind, I came up with a safe subject. “How long have you lived in the city?”
“All my life. I was born in the city in the house your company bought. Have you forgotten so soon?”
I pulled into the hotel’s parking lot just as I was fishing around for something else to talk about. I took my time parking the vehicle. I helped her out, and we went to the front desk to collect the keys. I didn’t have to give my name. The manager was at the desk, and he and I knew each other.
“Hi, Dean, how have you been?”
“I’ve been better. Is the bar stocked?”
“Yes, but if there’s something else you need, just call.”
Ms. Blackman was looking at me with a question.
“What is it?”
“I was curious how you have a permanent suite of rooms in this hotel.”
“I’m part owner of the property, and this suite is the only profit I allow myself. If my suite is rented out, then I collect the cash; but they have been very good at keeping the rooms free for my use.”
“Wow! I’m impressed.”
“It’s nothing, really. Just another investment.”
“You can say that it’s nothing because you’re reaping the benefits, but believe me, it is something. Not every one of us owns a suite in a successful hotel chain.”
By then we had arrived at the door of the suite. I swiped the key and stepped back to allow her to enter ahead of me. Robyn was impressed with the look of the suite.
“This is gorgeous.”
“You think so?”
“Yes. I think so. Did you design it yourself?”
“Some of it. My mom did the majority. She’s an amateur designer, and she takes every opportunity she gets to practice and demonstrate her skills.”
“You mom sounds like a remarkable woman.”
“She is, but we didn’t come here to talk about Mom. Would you like a drink?”
“Yes. I’ll have a soda.”
“A soda? Why?”
“Something tells me I’ll need all my faculties about me if I�
�m to survive this night.”
“Why? Do you think I’ll make you do something you didn’t want to do?”
“No. No one makes me do anything I don’t want to do.”
“I’m very demanding, Ms. Blackman. Do you think you have the willpower to resist?”
“I’m not going to bandy words with you, Dean, and I also refuse to address you as Mr. Holmes.”
“Are we making demands now?”
“I’m not making demands. You can keep addressing me as Ms. Blackman if it satisfies whatever perverse pleasure you get from doing it, but I’m not going to follow.”
“I have my reasons for addressing you as such, and it has nothing to do with pleasure, perverse or otherwise.”
“Why do you do it then?”
“To maintain my sanity. You have managed to get under my skin, and it’s my way of staying in control.”
“Is everything about control with you?”
“Yes. It’s how I live—how I function—how I’m able to achieve the success I’ve achieved. If I lose control, then everything falls apart.”
“Not necessarily. Sometimes, life just happens, and there’s nothing you or I can do about it. I believe you’d do well in anything you undertake. You are not giving yourself enough credit.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“You don’t understand,” I whispered softly. “I want you, Robyn. No. It’s more than that. I need you—and I’ve never felt that way about any other woman before. I’ve been fighting it since the first time we met. I’ve thought of no one and nothing but fucking you. And since I didn’t want to release the control that being near you seems to reduce me to, I went into your office and made an asshole of myself. I wanted to make you hate me, but you turned the tables on me.”
“How did I do that? If I recall correctly, you walked out of my office having the last word.”
“But you maintained your cool. You didn’t lash out at me, and in that, you unmanned me. I walked out of there wanting you more than I did when I’d walked in. Wanting you is what drove me to the club tonight.”
I was surprised. When I thought my admission would put her off, it had the exact opposite effect. She stepped up to me and reached for me, placing her hand on my chest.
“Your torment is familiar. My reason for being in the club tonight is the same as yours. I, too, was looking for an escape.”
My cock jumped in my pants, my skin tingling where the heat of her hands penetrated the fabric of my shirt. I couldn’t wait one more minute to kiss her. I don’t remember which one of us moved first; all I know is that my mouth was on hers, our tongues stroking each other’s, dueling for control. In one hot lick, I had her moaning as she melted into my body. I pressed the thick ridge of my erection against her, and she didn’t slow down but pressed right back into me. I wanted to slow things down. To do this at my pace, although I could tell it wasn’t going to happen, but I had to try. I had to be the stronger of the two of us. I thought to distract her with words.
“Robyn, are you sure you want to do this?”
“As sure as I am that I’m breathing.”
“I’m not an easy man, Robyn. I’ll want to control you. That’s how I operate.”
“You won’t ever control me, Dean. But I can handle you trying.”
8
~Robyn~
We stared at each other, and it was like looking into a mirror. I see how he controls what he can to compensate for what he can’t. And how that means he needs to control me so I won’t control him. What he does not know but will find out soon enough is that no one controls me—no one. The fact that I wanted him with a need that was stronger than anything I’d ever experienced before was no reason for me to allow myself to be vulnerable to him.
I inhaled, taking in his scent. A blast of fully aroused alpha male. I wanted him so badly I was salivating at the mouth. If he didn’t stop talking and hurry this thing along, I swore I’d ride his thigh like a bitch in heat. I had to do something with my hands to stop myself from reaching for him.
Thankfully, I was wearing one of those dresses that was easy to slip in and out of. There was no zipper to contend with. I grabbed the shoulders and pushed the dress down. I could have taken it off over my head, but this was way better. I gave him a slow tease.
The first part of my body to pop out was my breasts. They bounced up and down as the fabric released them. I was wearing no bra, so there was nothing restraining them. As the cool air hit my hot skin, my nipples tightened into aching balls of need. I heard him make a guttural sound in his throat as he stepped forward, and my heart began to race.
He held my stare and used his index finger to drag a line beneath my breasts. Just that easily, my knees threatened to give way as a gush of dampness coated my panties. I wanted his hands on my breasts, his hot mouth on my nipples, but he did neither.
His hand pushed the dress down my body, taking my panties along with it. All the while, his hands were teasing and caressing my skin, following them down, as the clothing dropped in a puddle at my feet. I was standing naked in front of him, wearing only my shoes. I stepped out of them, which dropped me another couple inches shorter than him. I tried to reach for his shirt, but he stayed my hand. I was naked while he was fully dressed, leaving me exposed for his viewing. I was vulnerable in a way I wouldn’t have allowed myself to be with any another man. I found myself waiting for his next move, following his lead. That was another way of him taking control of the situation. I was aroused and impatient and needed for him to move this along.
But I held on to my patience, and I could tell by the look he gave me that this pleased him. I saw the hunger in the heaviness of his lids; they were barely open, but still he waited. Finally, when I thought I’d be reduced to begging him to take me, he reached for me, dragging me against him, his hands cupping by butt as he lifted me as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. We stayed like this for a couple of minutes before he began walking toward the bedroom. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his spicy, sexy scent. Then I reached for his ear, and taking the edge between my teeth, I gave him a nip.
His hands tightened on my butt to the point of pain as he sucked in air through his teeth. He stood a minute before setting me down on the edge of the bed, my hot, naked skin welcoming the coolness of the sheets. He stood looking down at me before he kneeled in front of me, his hand sliding my legs apart before gliding up and down my naked thighs. I was so turned on I could feel my sex tightening as a burst of dampness slicked my flesh.
He stood up and removed his shirt without undoing the buttons, and his shoes followed next. I watched as his large hands went to his fly, and the jeans followed, along with his underwear. Now he was standing naked facing me. His thick penis pointed at me like a fully loaded gun ready to go off any minute, the pearly pre-cum dripping from it like diamonds. I licked my lips in anticipation. I wanted to taste him. I saw his shaft jerk, and then he picked up his jeans and removed a condom. I wanted to fit the condom on him, but he did it in a second.
~~~Dean~~~
I watched as Robyn’s gaze dropped to the thickness of my erection. When she wet her lips, my shaft jerked in anticipation of her mouth on my dick, taking it in deep. I moved in over her, and just as I’d thought, she couldn’t resist, wrapping her fingers around the base. While, as a general rule, I preferred if the woman didn’t touch me since that took the control away from me, I’d already crossed that line with Robyn, and I found that I craved her hands and mouth all over me, everywhere. Anywhere.
I placed my hand over hers, guiding her into touching it just the way I liked it. I applied a light pressure, and her gaze leaped to my face, her beautiful eyes laden with desire, her lush, sensuous lips, which I’d fantasized about for weeks, just begging to be kissed.
In a blink, hunger consumed me. She consumed me. Twining the fingers of my free hand in the silky strands of her hair, I leaned forward and brought my mouth to within a
breath of hers. “What are you doing to me, woman?” And I claimed her mouth with all the pent-up hunger in me.
My tongue stroked against hers, sucking, taking, drinking in the warm, sweet taste of her. Part of me recognized that she was a challenge that I would never fully control. That lack of control was the very thing that would have made her wrong for me in the past, and yet it was the very thing that made her what I wanted and needed right then.
Robyn’s fingers tightened on my cock, and it very nearly had me spilling my seed. Tearing my mouth from hers, I admitted, “There were a lot of things I planned on doing with you tonight, but right now, I need to be inside you.”
“I’ve been waiting, and I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”
My blood thickened with the sultry words. I reached for my jeans and retrieved one of the four condoms I had in my wallet. I rolled the condom over the thick pulse of my shaft, and then I crawled over her, my mouth closing over her puckered nipples as my cock unerringly found the opening of her sex and settled there, waiting for me to move. I wanted to build the tension and work the passion so, when I entered her, she would be claiming her release with one thrust of my hips.
She arched her back off the bed, trying to take what I was withholding from her. “What do you want, Robyn?”
“I want you to fuck me already.”
“You do,” I said as I cupped her butt and slammed in deep. I was only able to get in partway. She was as tight as a virgin. Hell, this is not going to work. I reached between our bodies and applied slight pressure to her clit and was rewarded with a burst of wetness. I pulled back and trust into her hard and fast, once, twice, thrice…
On the third downward thrust, she was moaning my name, her muscles seizing my dick as she spiraled into her release. I covered her mouth with mine, drowning out the sound as I rocked into her body. She arched into me, her hand grabbing my butt, pulling me deeper into her body. I thrust into her, every nerve ending in my body on fire. Having her hands on my butt was quickly driving me over the edge. I drove into her, wild with need. Burying my face in her neck, I pumped into her as she arched upward, meeting every thrust of my hips with her own. There was this frenzied need between us… until she stiffened, her body spasming around my cock. I tried to resist following her, but she reached up and took my earlobe between her teeth, and my release was on me, shaking me with the impact while she shuddered beneath me.
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