One Urge, One Plea, Keep Me Trilogy

by Scarlet Wolfe

  “What can I do to help?” Quinn asks.

  “Honestly, nothing. You don’t know where anything goes, so you can just hang out.” I point to the couch and look around for the remote, but my shit is everywhere, so I don’t have a clue where it could be. I feel the tears building. Right now, my life is about like this apartment.

  “I thought you could watch television, but you can’t change the channels manually on this old thing.”

  “I cannot sit and watch you clean up all this. Please, find something I can do. Damon would not be happy if I did that, either.”

  “I’m sorry you had to jump on a plane.” I choke back the tears attempting to fall.

  “I was fine with it, so please give me something to do.”

  “Since I’m moving, anyway, if you would organize stacks of things for me to box, that’d be great.”

  Wade is peering out the front door while Quinn begins picking up my DVD’s and CD’s that were dumped out of a cabinet.

  I go to work on my room. Maybe if they’re out of sight, my guilt over them being here will lessen. I can’t imagine what hourly rate Damon is paying them.

  After a couple of hours, Quinn finds me and asks if he can take my car to get us some lunch. We left their rental car at the hotel in case Damon needs it.

  I have my room put back together, and whoever broke in was definitely looking for something. Every stack of papers have been gone through and my file cabinet, too. What were they searching for?

  Damon

  I work for a few hours, but I’m plagued with guilt for not going with Alayna. I should see where she lives and help her if she needs it. Maybe it’s time to face this demon.

  I’ve had her address in my phone since Seth gave it to me to send the plane ticket. Phil is in the passenger seat as GPS directs us. I feel my blood pressure rising the closer we get.

  I find out that Phil had been in the FBI but decided to leave so he could start this security business. He has only a few men that work for him. I use the opportunity to pick his brain about what I can do if I find the source of the emails and hacking.

  We pull up at Alayna’s, and I’m alarmed to see a police car parked in front. Wade is at the door before we even get to it. “Is everything OK?” I ask as we step inside?

  “Yes, a cop that was here yesterday is checking on Ms. Wynn.”

  I look at the small living room we’ve stepped into and don’t see her. Quinn is doing something in the even tinier kitchen next to us. It’s one open room with only a waist high wall separating the two areas. Taking in a deep breath, I remove my coat. I’m already feeling confined.

  “Quinn, where is Alayna?”

  “She’s in her bedroom.”

  “Alone with a man?” I ask angrily.

  I glance to Wade, and he tenses up. I think he’s realizing leaving her alone wasn’t his best move. I don’t care if it’s a cop she’s with. It doesn’t mean she’s safe.

  I walk down the hallway and hear them speaking. There’s a small bathroom on the right and a small bedroom on the left. The room is in shambles with papers strewn everywhere. It also appears a closet has been emptied into the floor.

  I hear them in the next room, and knowing a man is that close to her bed has me pissed. Alayna’s eyes meet mine as soon as I reach the doorway, and she looks alarmed. The cop’s back is to me, but what has me furious is that his hand is holding the side of her shoulder. Does she know him?

  My past flashes before my eyes, but I’m in somewhat of a role reversal. This time, I’m not having sex with a man’s wife as he walks in on us in his bedroom. At least this situation is not the nightmare mine was. I have to get the fuck out of here soon, but this asshole is going first.

  “Damon, I’m glad you’re here.”

  This cop has made her uncomfortable. He whips around and stares icily at me. I glare back, and silence settles between us.

  “Um, Officer Cannon, this is my boyfriend, Damon.” I watch her shut her eyes tightly for a second. Then she mouths the word sorry to me.

  He only nods. “Well, Ms. Wynn, I’ll get out of your way. Don’t forget, if you need anything at all, I live right down the street.”

  “I can assure you that she won’t need anything from you,” I say smugly.

  He turns and says goodbye to Alayna before he walks past me, never making eye contact again.

  “Why was he in here, Alayna? Do you know him?”

  “I met him yesterday, and he walked back here on his own. I didn’t ask him to,” she says, sounding irritated, but as soon as the words leave her mouth, she softens and looks away.

  “I’m sorry I called you my boyfriend, but he was creeping me out. I can’t believe he touched me while in my bedroom.”

  “Don’t apologize. He needs to know you’re taken.” Yes, I said it. Her eyes flash to mine, and I watch a smile grow from her plump lips. I have no clue what will become of us, but if this is what it takes to keep other men away, then I’m going with it.

  Approaching her, I take hold of her shoulders and kiss her forehead. “This place is not nice enough for you, Alayna.”

  “It’s worked fine for me.”

  “You’re moving into one of my apartments.”

  “We’ve been over this.”

  “If you’re my girlfriend, I don’t see how you can accuse me of paying for your time.”

  She wags her finger at me.

  “Did you take a course on being manipulative, or does it come naturally for you, Damon?”

  I firmly take hold of her chin and tilt it up.

  “You’re already being tied up today, young lady, but how much trouble are you looking for?” Her bottom lip quivers, and she drops her gaze.

  Mmm ... my sweet, submissive girl.

  Alayna

  I’m recalling the day as we ride back to the hotel. I could sense Damon was uncomfortable being at my apartment. Also, he was stressing me out talking about all the things he needed to buy me and about the apartment he wants to put me in, so I had to wrap things up soon after he arrived.

  I don’t want him taking care of me, and I’ll definitely be challenging him on this topic. Getting closer to the hotel elicits the frequent ache I get between my thighs. The pulsing begins, my muscles clenching. All I see now is Damon touching me.

  Quinn is bringing my car back, and Phil is driving us in the rental. Damon squeezes my hand in the backseat, so I turn to look at him. His expression is elusive.

  “Are you hungry?” he asks.

  “Not for dinner.” I pull my hand away and slide it over his thigh. I rub his leg and gaze at him purposefully.

  “Oh, Alayna. I think you’ve given away too much today. I might have to alter my plans.”

  My hand stills as I sit up a little straighter, curious by his remark.

  “What does that mean?”

  “You’ll have to wait and feel.”

  I feel alright–a pounding instead of an ache. His menacing appearance transcends any I’ve seen in the past. Holy Shit. He’s about to impose authority to reign in control.

  Flustered, my heart rate increases, and I’m pretty certain my chest is breaking out, which hasn’t happened around him in a while.

  His hand slides around the nape of my neck, fingers soon rubbing a light circle in the sensitive spot behind my ear. I shift due to the uncomfortableness of my jeans against my crotch.

  Leaning over, he whispers, “Breathe, Alayna, breathe.”

  My eyes close, and while his fingers continue to provoke arousal, I fantasize about what we’ll soon be doing. Minutes pass, and I’m lost in Damon’s presence.

  “Alayna, we’re here.”

  My eyes open and dare a glimpse of him. His thrilling gaze catches and holds me like a prisoner. The lust and excitement in his clouded eyes are patiently waiting to turn the key, but it’ll be a temporary release since my need for him is insatiable.

  “Do you mind if I shower? I need one after working in the apartment. You can join me if you�
�d like,” I say when we enter our room. He doesn’t answer right away, so I turn around to look at him.

  He smirks. “I’ll let you shower alone.”

  I don’t respond and make my way to the restroom. I’m dying to know what thoughts are in his head, but I’m not begging for them. The shower loosens my muscles and eases some of my tension, but the more I glide my hands along my skin, the more I’m craving Damon’s touch.

  After getting out, I make my mop of curls presentable and apply lotion. When I walk out of the bathroom, Damon is in a chair that faces the corner of the end of the bed. He’s doing something on his phone. I begin rummaging through my clothes, looking for panties.

  “Don’t even think about dressing, Alayna.”

  I stand straight and slowly turn to face him while tightening the hold on my towel. He lays his phone on the desk near him.

  “Come here.”

  Shit. He’s giving me that domineering stare, and he looks so damn hot. His black hair and eyes against his black, button up shirt make him look even more mysterious.

  The curtains are closed, and the only light is coming from the bathroom door I left open. I stroll toward him, nervous as hell. Will he ever not make me feel this way?

  “Finger out of mouth. We’re not doing that right now.”

  I roll my eyes. Once I’m close enough, he grabs my hips and pulls me to him. Like a magician revealing their trick, my towel is off in record time. His mouth is on my stomach, skimming across it, and it’s taking everything in my power not to grab his hair.

  The burning need that’s always simmering is back to full boil. His hands slide around to my ass, his fingers clenching it tight. Lips work their way up to my chest as he slowly stands. My knees are weak, and I’m hungry for his touch. This isn’t enough.

  His hot tongue twirls around each nipple before it’s moving up my neck. Soon it’s in my mouth, tangling with mine as his fingers clenching my backside practically lift me. My hands slide under his shirt, and he lets me go. No!

  “Sit in the center of the bed, Alayna, but face this chair.” I do as he says, and he sits on the side of the bed near me. Taking hold of my ankles, he slides them up toward me, causing my knees to bend. He pulls my knees apart, and I’m basically wide open for him.

  Running his left hand into my hair, his gaze becomes even more heated and determined. He massages my scalp as his right fingers graze along my inner thigh, trailing a path down between my legs.

  “Damon, please touch me.” My head falls against his hand. I’ve never felt such an urgent need for contact. My body now knows what it can have. Two fingers slowly slide into me, and I suck in a single, short breath and hold it.

  “Mmm ... so warm and wet.” As fast as his fingers are in me, they’re out. Not again.

  I go to speak after he pulls his fingers out, but he stops me by shoving them straight into my mouth. I make a noise against them as my eyes grow.

  “Taste your excitement, Alayna. It’s sweet like you minus the attitude I now find entertaining. You yearn for me to tie you up and fuck you hard, but you’ll have to do something for me first.”

  I nod as the desperation from my core tugs harder. The hand I have planted into the mattress behind me begins to shake.

  “You want me to make you come, but see, I want you to make you come, and I plan to watch.” Oh, hell. My eyes grow rounder.

  “If you want to be tied up and feel me inside of you again, you’ll do as I say.”

  Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of my mouth. I let out a huge breath and feel my lip tremble. He grabs hold of it with his teeth and drags it between them before he kisses me. It’s drugging and sensual as one of his hands still kneads my hair.

  His other fingers cover mine and guide them up to my breast. Holding the back of my hand, he coaxes me to massage my flesh. It’s only seconds before I’m kissing him deeper and caressing harder.

  Letting my lips go, he presses his to my cheek and then my neck. His breath tickles my ear as his hand now ushers mine between my legs. “Don’t be nervous. You can do this, baby.”

  Damon

  “I watch the expressions of unrelenting pleasure as your artful fingers dance along your own flesh. They perform in harmony with the sounds of your sensuous moans. It’s an erotic masterpiece for my senses.”

  Pushing her fingers in farther, I move them forward and back a couple of times before I get up.

  “Don’t stop, Alayna. Pleasure yourself.” I take a seat in the chair, my eyes glued on her.

  She swallows hard before she begins moving her fingers in and out. I let her do what she desires for a couple of minute. Her head is back and mouth open. The denial of an orgasm today shows on her face as her critical need to come grows stronger.

  “Pull your fingers out, Alayna, and tug on your nipples ... harder. Now, slide them back inside. Move them in and out ... faster.”

  Faint whimpers are growing as she loses herself in the pleasure. “Slip them out, rub your clit, and open those gorgeous, green eyes.”

  Fingers move, her chin lowers, and that desperate gaze locks onto mine. “You’re flushed skin tells me you’re close, precious. Twist your nipples again between those skillful fingers.”

  She does as I say, and I couldn’t be any harder as she grants my every wish. “OK, push them inside your pussy. You’re almost there.” Moaning, she picks up her speed, so I let her go for a minute. “Now, drag them up and down your clit before circling it. Do whatever you need to come.”

  I watch her wet fingers slide out and continue working her to an orgasm. “Come, Alayna. Let me watch you. I’ll never forget how fucking beautiful you are right now.”

  Her body shakes and eyes close as her head drops back. Fiery red curls fall off her shoulders, displaying her blazing chest, and legs fall open, giving an even better view of her writhing body. “That’s it, baby. Fuck.”

  Alayna’s hand finally gives, sending her onto her back. I’m at the end of the bed and on my knees in a split second, yanking her limp body to the end. I stick her fingers into my mouth and drag them out.

  “Fuck, Alayna. You make me feel crazy things.” My mouth is on her pussy, my tongue stroking before it’s plunging into her, flicking and lapping her juices.

  Moaning loudly, she latches onto my hair, which is my cue to add pain to her pleasure. I take hold of the hood of her clit and drag it through my teeth.

  She cries out and squeezes her legs together with my head between them. “Open your eyes and legs, Alayna,” I say sternly.

  They fall open as she moans. I slide my fingers into her and work them as I take hold of the thin skin of her inner thigh with my teeth. Pulling it away, I let go and do it again and again, all up and down her thighs.

  I’m in a blinding frenzy, taken over by a primal need that pushes my once sound mind into darkness. Three fingers are in her, my teeth are biting, and my other fingers dig into her skin anywhere and everywhere they can find. They squeeze and pinch.

  Her muscles clench my fingers repeatedly as another climax cripples her. It pushes me to my brink. Alayna has the ability of taking my complete control and shredding it piece by piece until I’m powerless to her spell.

  Alayna

  “When you mark me it is more than visual ... more than pleasure and pain. It tethers me to you. As long as the wounds are present, I know I’m yours.”

  I cannot decipher where there is pleasure or pain. They’ve merged into one sensation that has washed over and engulfed me. Damon owns all of it.

  “I need to be inside you now. I don’t have time to tie you up.”

  I hear him undressing and putting on a condom before he settles between my legs. The pain shoots through me as his solid frame rakes against my wounded inner thighs with every thrust, but the pleasure cuts much deeper.

  Not much time passes before I’m crying out a third time. He groans and growls, buried deep inside me as his release claims him. His sizzling body falls onto me, and I’m too sated to lift my ar
ms around him.

  Soon, he’s up but comes back and pulls me into his arms. My head is resting on his chest as fingers roam through my hair. No one but us exists.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Damon

  Alayna is resting on top of me. She must be exhausted from working at her apartment. I’ve been letting her sleep, but we have a lot to discuss. I have to get her to New York at once.

  I had no idea that by sleeping next to her all night, I’d wake up to her wet, warm mouth around my cock. That was a pleasant surprise, and she was happy and playful. Alayna leaving me isn’t an option, so she can’t find out anything else about my past.

  “Alayna, wake up. We need to talk.”

  She lifts her head from my chest.

  “What time is it?”

  “It’s only seven in the evening, but we have some matters to discuss.”

  “Yes, Mr. Lear,” she says sarcastically but with a grin. Climbing off of me, she lies on her side and rests her head on her pillow. Yawning, she shifts her body some and winces. She tries to cover it up, but I already know.

  “I hurt you.”

  “It was worth it.”

  I run my knuckles down her cheek.

  “I want you in New York right away.”

  “I have an apartment to empty and other things here to wrap up. I also have to find an apartment in New York, and that’s not an easy task.”

  “Move into one of mine, Alayna.”

  “No, Damon. I get so caught up in my desire for you that it’s easy to forget about the serious circumstances between us.”

  “Like what?”

  She holds a hand up in the air and looks frustrated.

  “Jacqueline, for one thing. I can’t handle another surprise like that. I won’t be with you if you’re going to live that life, too. I guess we should’ve discussed that first thing this morning, but I was too touched that you’d spent the night with me.”

  “It’s in the past, Alayna. I’ll admit that I didn’t tell her the truth because I wasn’t absolutely sure I wouldn’t have a need to go back to that. But once I saw you at the restaurant with that other man. I knew I wouldn’t be able to let you go.”