I’m guessing a brother. It sounds like she hung up, so I knock on her door.
“Alayna.”
“Go away. I’ll be out of your way tomorrow,” she says angrily.
“Tomorrow?!” Like hell she’s leaving that soon. I try to open her door, but it’s locked. “Open this door.”
“No. Go away, Damon.”
“Christ sakes, Alayna. Open this fucking door!” It flies open as I finish yelling.
“You have a terrible disposition, and you must’ve skipped communication class in college,” she says. “What do you want?”
“I’m sorry about earlier. I overreacted. I want to talk to you. I thought we could get to know each other better.”
“So, you’re telling me you want to have a real conversation instead of you only grunting, groaning, and using the F word?”
I huff loudly. “Look, this kind of stuff isn’t easy for me. I’m trying here.”
She tilts her head to the side and sighs.
“OK, we can talk, but I need wine.”
I grin at her, and she fights a smile before she rolls her eyes and plants her hand on my chest.
“It’s really annoying how damn cute you are,” she says.
I take her hand off my chest and kiss her wrist before I leave her room. I’m happy she follows me.
“I’ll fix the wine,” I say.
When I walk into the living room, she’s sitting at the far end of the sofa with her legs pulled up by her side. That damn sweatshirt is off her shoulder again, and I want to bite on her neck.
I hand her the glass and sit at the other end but turn and face her, bringing one of my legs up to rest on the sofa.
“Are you twenty-seven like Felicia?” I ask.
“Yep, and how old are you?”
“Thirty-two, same as Seth. Tell me about your family.”
“There’s not a lot to tell. My parents are Fred and Judy. Seriously, their names are Fred and Judy. It’s like Ward and June Cleaver at their place. They were very good parents, and I can say my upbringing was fairly uneventful.
“My older brother, Curtis, was the popular, athletic one. He was very outgoing and had a lot of girlfriends. I was shy in school, so I only had a handful of friends, and Curtis killed any chance I had of finding a boyfriend.”
“Why do you say that?”
“He was and is very protective. He’s only two years older than me, so we were in high school together some. Since he didn’t want me dating and made that obvious even after he graduated, guys wouldn’t approach me. I managed to go to prom and that was it.
“We attended different colleges, so he didn’t have any control then.” She looks away from me and takes a drink of wine. “I guess that’s why I latched on to the first guy who paid attention to me. I was also lonely, being shy and in new surroundings.”
“How about you? What is your family like?”
“Old. They’re retired. My dad plays a lot of golf, and my mother does charity work. My sister is eight years older, so my parents are in their late sixties.”
“What do you do for fun besides fucking?” she asks before letting out a chuckle.
I have to laugh. “I mostly work. I also enjoy hiking and fishing, but I rarely get time to do those activities.”
“You obviously spend a lot of time exercising, too,” she says, smiling.
“Yes, I do work out a lot.” I’m looking away now. I don’t want to discuss why I work out religiously. It brings back painful memories the same way Alayna does.
“Would you like more wine?” I ask as I watch her take the last sip from her glass.
“Please,” she says with a grin as she holds it out to me. I did have it pretty full, and I think she’s already feeling the effect from it. In the kitchen, I pour us more Pinot Noir.
“I’m getting the vibe you seldom drink,” I say as I hand her the glass. She takes a sip.
“Wow. You have good wine.”
“This is a 2007 Pinot Noir.”
She almost chokes as she takes another sip.
“Do I even want to know what this bottle costs?”
“If you don’t feel worthy enough to sleep in one of my bedrooms then probably not.” I can’t help but smirk at her. She blushes, and it makes me picture her flushed after sex.
“I wouldn’t say I seldom drink, but I don’t normally drink much at one time. I’ve never had a big tolerance.”
“It’s because you’re thin.”
She holds her hand over her mouth and snickers.
“Why is that funny to you?”
“I don’t believe I’m thin.”
Still standing, I set my glass on the table. Leaning over, I plant my hands on each side of her on the sofa and look at her pointedly.
“You’re thin but shapely. I love your body, and you should, too.”
Chapter Thirteen
Alayna
“I’m looking up at Damon. He’s way into my personal space yet again, and I’m going to blame the wine for the reason I don’t mind.
“Thank you.” I take a big gulp from my glass, which is certainly going to get me into a predicament.
“Along with this body ...” He takes hold of a section of my hair and twirls it around his finger. “I love these sensuous curls and those innocent looking eyes that stare back at me.”
I can’t help snickering again. “I felt fairly innocent until I became snowed in with you.”
“No, Alayna, you’re pristine, and I’m conflicted about changing that. My mind and body want many things from you, but my conscience keeps interfering.”
I’m irrational when he’s near. My panties are wet as heat billows through me. I set my glass down and lean up to press my lips to his. As bad as I want to, I don’t touch him.
After giving one gentle kiss to his mouth, mine lingers. His warm breath to my skin is like the bright light you’re drawn toward. It beckons me, telling me this is where I belong. I want it to encase me.
“Stop pushing me away. I’m really fine with what we’re doing. You reacting negatively after is why I keep getting upset. You’re confusing me. I know you want to touch me, and I desperately want you to.”
I see the heated intensity in his gaze before his lips are slamming against mine. He takes me by the upper arms and pulls me into a standing position. I feel his urgency by the pressure of his fingers on my skin. Abruptly, he lets go of my mouth.
“I don’t think you understand what you’re asking for.”
“Show me. I want more.”
Damon
I scoop her up and carry her to the side of her bed.
“Get undressed and lie on your stomach. I’ll be back.”
Finding rope and a black scarf, I go back to her room. She’s sprawled out on the bed naked, her cheek resting on top of her hands. I soak in her beauty, needing the image stored away for when she’s not here.
“I’m not going to tie your hands up. I’ll tie your upper arms instead, and use your damn safe word if you need to. Pull your knees upward and stick your ass in the air.” She proceeds to do as I say.
“Now, place your arms behind your back and put your wrists together.” Her shoulders and upper chest are pressed to the sheets, her fine ass is the air, and I have an urge like never before to fuck Alayna.
I slide the rope under her upper arms, wrapping it a few times before tying it. Then I move to her ankles and do the same, circling the white rope around them several times. Taking hold of her shoulders, I pull her up to her knees and turn her to face the side of the bed.
“As much as I enjoy staring at these eyes of yours, I’m going to blindfold you. I want you to focus on the sensation of what I’m doing to you.” I fold the black scarf and cover her eyes, tying it tight in the back.
Her breathing is rapid, and her body is trembling. Taking her upper thighs, I spread her legs apart. She’s blindfolded and on her knees with her blazing, red locks draped over her creamy chest, arms tied behind her back and legs wide a
part.
“What did you say you wanted me to do to you, Alayna?”
“I want you to touch me.”
“Sir,” I say demandingly.
“I want you to touch me, sir.”
Taking my time, I strip off my clothes. I want her awaiting my touch and the pleasure I’m going to give her.
Once I’m naked, I approach her and plant a kiss to her lips. Her bottom one quivers before I take hold of it with my teeth, dragging it slowly through them before releasing it. She whimpers, and it causes me to have to fight my own urge to take her this very second.
My nose and lips move against her neck, skimming down it and along her collarbone. Her body shudders beneath my mouth.
“Mmm ... so sensitive to my touch.” Taking hold of her hardened nipples with my fingers, I tug and release them repeatedly. Alayna moans and presses her chest forward, her head falling back.
Fuck. I want her like I’ve never wanted anything or anyone. Even more than I wanted ...
Grabbing the back of her head, I push it forward, slamming our mouths together. I urgently search hers, seeking the hit that will cease my craving once and for all.
Our tongues slide and stroke as I play with her ripe nipples. She’s moaning against my mouth, and I don’t want to wait any longer. My fingers slowly trail down the center of her chest.
“Let’s see how ready you are,” I say before I plunge two fingers into her. Her body jerks, so I hold her up by her bicep with my free hand. “You’re very wet, Alayna. You like this.”
She moans. “Yes. Please fuck me now, sir.”
That’s my undoing. After throwing on a condom, I turn her around by her arms and lay her chest back down against the sheet. Her ass points straight into the air as I climb on the bed behind her.
Taking hold of her hips, I drive into her. She moans loudly, and the sight of her cheek shoved to the bed, arms bound behind her, and the smooth, shapely ass in view has me more excited than I thought was possible.
Repeatedly, I thrust into her, pushing as deep as I can go. When I think she’s going to come, I pull my cock back until only the tip is in.
“Don’t stop. I’m going to come.”
“Not until I say.” I slide completely out and flip her over to her back, yanking her blindfold off after. Alayna’s chest is flushed, and she’s breathing hard. Since her ankles are bound, I push her legs apart and hold myself up by placing a palm next to each side of her head. I’m staring down over top of her.
“Damon,” she says, sounding very frustrated.
Swiftly, I thrust into her and then slowly pull my dick back out. I repeat this a few times until I can barely hold on myself.
“You asshole. You’re loving every second of this,” she spews.
“Yes, that’s the point, but you love it, too.” I plunge back in and pick up the pace. I’m pounding into her over and over and feel the muscles tightening around me. She’s moaning, and I know she’s not going to last much longer, and I don’t want to, either. “Come, Alayna.” Her eyes shut.
“Open your eyes!”
She jerks them back open and stares up at me as she comes and moans ardently. I let go, too, from the tight grip she has on my cock. My hands ball into fists as I hold myself up, growling from the long release.
Since her arms are bound, I don’t want to fall onto her, so I climb off and dispose of the condom.
“I’ll untie you,” I say as I help roll her over. I undo her arms and ankles. She moves her hands up near her face and rests her chin on them. Her back moves up and down in timing with her harsh breaths.
I lie on my side next to her and move damp strands of curls from her face. Needing to touch her again, I lean over and plant a kiss to her lips and then her forehead. She’s precious.
Chapter Fourteen
Alayna
“I didn’t know sex could feel that good,” I say, giving him a faint smile.
“You did call me an asshole. You’re not mad at me?” he asks, smirking.
“No. It was ... erotic.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. Do you ask every woman you do this to or just me?”
“The other women I’ve done this to know what they’re going to be doing. They expect it and enjoy it.”
“I might not have experience, but it doesn’t mean I don’t like it. Stay in here with me tonight.” I watch his body instantly stiffen. After freezing for a few seconds, he runs the back of his hand down my cheek.
“You’re special, Alayna, but I can’t do that.”
“I wouldn’t be enough, right? You have to do this with other women.”
He rolls onto his back and swallows.
“I told you from the beginning what this would be.”
I’m falling for him fast, and as I suspected, my hearts getting hurt. I have to leave. I feel tears welling in my eyes. I roll onto my back now, so he won’t see my tears. “OK, I understand. Can you go, please?”
Damon gets up and gathers his things. He pauses when he gets to the door. “I’m sorry, Alayna.”
I don’t answer him. I can’t or I’ll cry, and I didn’t spend the last two years getting stronger and independent to have that stripped from me in a matter of days. After a few seconds, he sighs and leaves.
I head straight into the shower, and once again, I wash off the addictive scent of Damon, the one that has aided him in trapping me here. I turn on the television, so he can’t hear what I’m doing, and I quietly pack my suitcase.
The news breaks into a show and tells that the airport will be opening at six in the morning. I’m sure I’ll be stuck there for a day at least, but I have to go.
Crawling into bed, I wrap the extra pillow in my arms and cry. I haven’t wanted to be held this badly in so long, and the feeling angers me.
Damon
It’s eight in the morning, and I just showered. I’ve neglected my work since I’ve been preoccupied with Alayna, so I need to get to my office and stay in there today.
I barely slept, conflicted over what’s happening between us. I was confused since I found myself wanting to sleep in bed with her. She told me the first night, when she didn’t want to look at me, that she was worried she’d get hurt, yet I was selfish, taking what I wanted from her, anyway.
She hasn’t helped the situation, but I knew in the beginning it was unlikely she could be a submissive. Whether she wants to admit it or not, I suspect she’ll want a relationship again in her lifetime.
I leave my room, and when I pass by Alayna’s, I notice the door is open, but I don’t see her. My heart rate immediately picks up, knowing I’ll get to see her already this morning, and that in itself disturbs me. Reaching the living room, I don’t hear a sound. When I get to the kitchen, I see a note on the counter.
Damon,
I’ve left for the airport. Thank you for the hospitality, and I wish you the best,
Alayna
What the fuck! I race to her room and see that everything is gone. Grabbing my phone, I try to call her, but it goes to voicemail, so I dial my assistant.
“Quinn, did Ms. Wynn call you this morning to take her to the airport?”
“No, sir. I don’t believe she has my number. Is there a problem?”
“She left, so I was curious as to what transportation she used.”
“The airport opened this morning, sir, so I imagine she took a taxi there.”
I rub my forehead, deciding what I should do.
“OK, thank you, Quinn.”
“Will you be going to the office today, sir?”
“No, my employees are working from home until tomorrow. I’ll be in touch later.” I hang up and text Alayna.
Me: What the hell, Alayna? Why did you leave without saying goodbye? Quinn could’ve taken you to the airport.
Alayna: I left a note.
Me: No shit. How could you just leave me?
Alayna: Leave you? You were never mine for me to leave. Sorry I couldn’t stay long enough for you to
have me every which way you choose. Have a good life, Damon.
Me: You know what I meant!
Alayna: Go back to doing whoever it was you did before I came along. I really don’t understand why you’re making a big deal out of this.
I grab hold of my hair. This woman is maddening! What the hell has she done to me? Fine, I don’t need her. She’s right. Why am I making a big deal out of this? It was only supposed to last a few days and it did.
Then why is my chest pounding to the point it’s hurting? My heart is fucking hurting for a woman when I swore I’d never let that happen again. I have to get over this ... over Alayna Wynn.
One Plea
Chapter One
Damon
“The pain to my heart from your absence is the karma to my sadomasochistic behavior.”
“Damon ... Mr. Lear.”
I hear my name and pull the ink pen out of my mouth as my head snaps toward George.
“I apologize. Could you repeat that?” I ask.
George glances to our legal team.
“Let’s meet back here at nine Monday morning,” he says.
I watch six of my employees, not including George, leave the room. “Are you trying to humiliate me?” I ask.
“No. You’re doing that well on your own. I’m trying to spare you further embarrassment this morning.”
I drop the pen on the table and sigh.
“What’s going on, Damon? We’ve been friends and colleagues for years, and I’ve never seen you this distracted at work.”
“I’m fine, George.”
“This acquisition is crucial, and you seem to have lost all interest.”
“I–I have something on my mind. Well, someone on my mind, but I’ll get my head on straight. I apologize.”
“Is it a woman?”
“Yes, but she’s out of the picture, so we don’t need to discuss it.” I look down and realize I’ve literally left teeth marks on my very expensive ink pen. Why is Helen buying me pens this nice, anyway? I need to tell her to stop that. There are more important things to spend money on.
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