One Urge, One Plea, Keep Me Trilogy

by Scarlet Wolfe

  “Ms. Wynn, you have me overly curious as to where this conversation is headed, and I apologize for insinuating you were irresponsible.” He’s still giving me that smirk.

  “I’ve decided not to share since you still have that patronizing expression on your face.” I turn my chin up and look away.

  Damon grabs it and brings our faces inches from one another. “Have you forgotten what comes after the riding crop? It’s caning, Alayna,” he says bitingly. “Now, tell me what you’re thinking before I take you back into the other room.”

  He gives me a swift, hard kiss and lets me go.

  Shit, I’m hot all over again, already turned on.

  “I’m on the pill. It’s not because I had been having sex but to regulate my cycles. Anyway, I was thinking that if we’re going to be monogamous, we could forgo the use of condoms.”

  Talk about being in the present. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen Damon so locked into the moment.

  “Having sex without a condom has never been an option, and of course it’s something I’ve always wanted to experience. Also, I hate having to stop to put them on.”

  I smile. This pleases him, which pleases me.

  “Oh, Alayna, you’re always surprising me. You know I’m now eager to try this out.”

  I begin to giggle. “Too bad I’m so exhausted from the last several days.”

  Swiftly, I’m on my back, and Damon is on top of me. His blazing gaze chains me to him as his fingers delve into my hair. In an instant, he’s serious, appearing melancholy all over again. I slide a hand up between us and cup his face.

  “I’m sorry you had a bad day. I want you to know that this ominous cloud following you every day, it doesn’t have to be there, and I’ll stand under it with you until you believe.”

  Damon presses his lips to mine. My mouth opens, and I’m in that heavenly place again where he’s gentle and loving, yet sexy as his tongue caresses mine. He says kissing is too personal, but he does it with me, and that warms me all over.

  Fingers attentively play in my hair as his mouth seduces me further. A cue from his hard manhood has my legs falling open, inviting him in. Settling between them, he moves his skillful lips along my jaw and down my neck.

  He marks me differently, his wet, sultry mouth bathing me in seduction. My hands splay across his back, my head tilts upward and hips move, my body longing for him to fill it as I fall deep into his enchanting spell.

  This Damon could potentially be more dangerous than the one whaling a cane. He could starve me of the attention, confidence and pleasure he gives, strip me as his sexual being, and slice my heart until it’s incapable of healing.

  His slick tongue languidly draws along my nipples, and it becomes dire for him to be inside me.

  “Damon, please.” My fingernails drag down his back. He thrusts into me, and buries his face in my hair.

  “Christ, Alayna.” He’s groaning against my neck as he slowly moves, his sensual rhythm hypnotic. The delicious strokes unveil my flesh, exposing it to the intense pleasure.

  Damon is making love to me. I didn’t think he was emotionally capable. Does he want this, or is he giving it to me in exchange for all he’s taking?

  I don’t believe he could fake it, so I dismiss the thought, pushing back the tears that are building from this tender moment.

  Relishing in the feel of his searing skin moving along mine, I slide my fingers up into the back of his coarse hair. I hear the light grumbling against my neck, but he doesn’t move, and he doesn’t bite. My nails lightly circle his scalp as we continue our tempo.

  The steady brushes across my flesh are bringing me closer to the cusp, but I don’t want his love-making to end for fear it could be the only time I experience something this loving with Damon.

  He lifts his head and holds himself up by his forearms. After kissing my cheek, he gazes at me, his eyes pitch-black and mystifying as he picks up his pace. It splays my nerves wide open, the pleasure pouring in, my muscles clenching, tightening around his hard arousal.

  His eyelids snap shut, jaw tightens, and the veins in his neck protrude. I close my eyes with him as the ecstasy seizes the both of us. I feel his release spilling deep inside me, and it’s another intimate first for us.

  Damon drops back onto me. His heartbeat pounds against my chest, and his breathing is labored like mine. He’s heavy, slick, hot, and I don’t want him to ever move.

  I have no idea how long we lay like this. I’m sleepy and content, my heart having swelled three times its size. If I wasn’t sure of my feelings for Damon before, there would be zero doubt now.

  I realize he’s still partially hard inside me. Does his body ever take a break from desiring sex? I think he’s enjoying not having to move to take off a condom.

  He finally stirs and slips out of me. After trailing kisses down my neck, he rolls off and pulls me tight against him. I press my hand to his chest, so I can continue to feel his heartbeat.

  I don’t know if I’ll ever understand how he can go from inflicting pain to being this tender, but I love both sides of him. I’m overcome with emotion, having never felt so desired and needed in all my life.

  Pushing my sated body as close to him as possible, I feel the sleep coming. “You made love to me. Thank you.” His eyes are closed, and he doesn’t move, so I’m guessing he’s drifting to sleep.

  I press my lips to his side, letting them linger against his warm skin before I close my eyes.

  “I love you, Damon Lear. Whatever is haunting you, we’ll overcome it.”

  Keep Me

  Chapter One

  Damon

  “The deepest show of love is when you surrender your mind, body and soul to me to use as I please, trusting that when I take you to the brink of my self-control, I'll bring you back more whole than before.”

  A woman told me she loved me. She thinks I didn’t hear, but how could I not? Besides those in my family, Alayna’s only the second woman to say those words to me, and the only one I believe meant them.

  She didn’t move when I awoke for work this morning, so I left her sleeping. George is waiting for me when I arrive at Golding and follows me into my office.

  “Good morning, George. What do you need that couldn’t wait until I’ve been here for at least five minutes?”

  Helen comes in next and sets a cup of coffee on my desk, a stack of phone messages, and some documents. George’s foot is nervously tapping as he waits for her to leave.

  “I have something I need to confess.”

  I lean back in my chair and pick up my coffee.

  “What did you do?”

  “I know someone on the inside at Vasser, and they’ve been spying. I promised them a promotion when the take-over happens.”

  “Dammit, George. Have you forgotten how long we’ve worked to gain Kenneth’s trust?”

  “If he finds out, I’ll take responsibility, and he’ll understand why I did it if his own uncle is behind this blackmail.”

  “And you think now is the first I should be hearing of this?” I pick up my phone messages and scan through them.

  “I knew you’d never approve, and I was keeping you from being an accomplice.”

  “Let me hear your reasoning for doing this.”

  “My inside person is in accounting. They think they might be able to find a financial trail to the hacker. They’ll have to do some major sneaking around, but if we can gather some kind of proof, even small, it’s something to get the authorities to investigate Vasser in case the emails you received aren’t enough.”

  “I imagine he hired the hacker with his own money,” I say before taking a sip of my coffee.

  “I don’t. The man is greedy and still believes he’s untouchable.”

  “Alright. Do whatever it takes. I have no remorse for spying on that son of a bitch but be careful; it’s taken almost two years to gain Kenneth’s trust, so I don’t want him finding out. ”

  Stan Vasser opened his company with his brother,
Marvin. Over time, Marvin took ownership of a higher percentage of stock than Stan.

  Three years ago, when Marvin died unexpectedly, his son, Kenneth, took over his position and inherited his share of the company.

  Once he realized he was taking over a sinking ship, he had the financial records audited by an outside firm and discovered that Stan and the chief financial officer had been doctoring expense reports and financial statements.

  Stan had been spending money excessively on trips, escorts, remodeling of his home; you name it, and he was using company funds to make it happen.

  Kenneth didn’t have the experience to rebuild the business, so I’ve spent almost two years gaining his trust to acquire the company. Since he had more ownership stake, he, along with the board and shareholders, recently voted to terminate Stan.

  Instead of leaving quietly with an enormous severance, Stan has been a pain in the ass through the entire process, stalling at finalizing a severance package.

  He’s determined to find a means to retain a share of the company. It’s not happening, regardless of how he exploits my past.

  “Damon, you’re still coming for dinner, right?” George asks.

  “I didn’t get a chance to ask Alayna, but I don’t think it’ll be a problem.”

  George strolls to the door and grabs the handle.

  “I’ll let you get to work. Oh, um, we’re meeting with PR and legal again in the morning to discuss how to go public with your past.”

  “Trying to slide that in on your way out the door doesn’t make it any less frustrating to me.”

  He smirks. “We’ll get through this. I’ll be right by your side all the way.”

  After George leaves, I pull out my cell to text Alayna.

  Me: Good morning. I hope you feel rested. We were invited to dinner at my friends, George and Renee’s home. Would you please accompany me tonight?

  Alayna: Certainly. It’ll be enlightening to meet someone else who knows you. I do feel more rested, and I believe it’s due to the magnificently strong body that kept me warm last night.

  Me: Flattery isn’t necessary. I’ll let you in my bed again. It was comforting to wake up with you in it.

  Alayna: Don’t spoil me. I’ll soon have to sleep on my uncomfortable mattress.

  I feel a tug of disappointment. Maybe I need to delay finding her an apartment, so I can have her to myself longer.

  Me: I think I’m the one likely to become spoiled. Have a good day, Alayna, and if you need to go anywhere, make sure Roger takes you.

  Alayna: Are you asking or telling?

  Me: Don’t give me a reason to come home and tie you to the bed.

  Alayna: Mmm ... I like the sound of that already.

  Me: Alayna! Don’t pull that shit when I’m not there.

  Alayna: Sorry. Sort of.

  Me: Punishment. Later.

  I throw my phone on the desk. How am I supposed to focus on work when she keeps me hard twenty-four-seven?

  Alayna

  I’m nervous as Roger drives Damon and me to dinner. Our new security guy, Marshall, is in the passenger seat. He looks to be in his forties, and the man barely speaks.

  I hope I’m not put on the spot tonight to answer a question about my relationship with Damon. It’s new and complicated, so I’m uncertain how to reply. Honestly, I’m surprised he already wants to introduce me to someone close to him.

  Fidgeting, I push my grey sweater dress farther down my thighs. I have it paired with black knee high boots. Damon takes hold of my hand and squeezes.

  “There’s no reason to be nervous. George and Renee are laid back. They’ll love you.”

  Peering up at him, I give a faint smile.

  “If anyone should be nervous it’s me. George sees me daily and has probably been logging embarrassing stories for this occasion.”

  “Now, I’m eager to get there.”

  He gazes at me pointedly, imparting a look that typically means I’m close to receiving a punishment. Leaning over, he plants a kiss to my neck before moving his mouth to my ear.

  “Along with hair pulling, laughing at my expense leads to biting, Alayna.”

  “In that case, you better get ready to hear a loud chuckle,” I say with a giggle.

  Damon swiftly unbuckles before his left hand is groping my breast, and his right slides under the hem of my dress. Thankfully, he has the partition closed.

  “When will you learn?” He begins lightly grazing his fingers up and down my panties, drawing moisture straight to them. My breathing becomes quick and shallow, and my hands ball into fists on each side of me.

  Fingers slip inside the material and push into me, moving forward and back as he kneads my breast. I’m desperately trying to be quiet, but Damon’s touch makes it difficult.

  His mouth teases my ear, nibbling and licking along the lobe. Oh, shit. I can’t come right now, but it’s building quickly.

  “You’re so close. I feel it all over my fingers,” he whispers seductively.

  Slumping down in the seat, I push against his hand, wanting more. I’m panting for air and close to climaxing. He leans up and looks at me, a smirk playing from his lips.

  “Precious, you’re a little flushed. It’s a beautiful sight, but you’ll have to hold on to it. We’re here.”

  Just like that, his fingers slip out of me and go straight into his mouth. He slowly pulls them out, his eyes dark and calculating.

  “That might hold me over. If not, I’ll have to fuck you in their bathroom, and wouldn’t that be awkward for you?” The door opens, and he climbs out. I’m stunned, frozen to my seat. “Out, Alayna. I’m sure you don’t want to be late and give a bad first impression.”

  My eyes blink fast, and my mouth is gaping. Why am I surprised by anything he says or does? I scowl and refuse his hand as I exit the car. Marshall is scoping the area, and Damon speaks to him for a moment.

  I refuse to make eye contact when he turns back around. Damon has crossed the line with this one. Can’t he take a simple joke? He yanks me into his arms, wrapping his around my waist.

  “Don’t challenge me, Alayna. I’ll win every time.”

  “I was joking,” I say curtly.

  He smiles down at me. “So was I. Now, let’s go.”

  “That was not funny. Oh, you are impossible,” I say with a groan. He chuckles and leads me by the hand. I glance back and see Marshall still outside the vehicle. “Is he staying?”

  “Yes, so he can keep watch. You look gorgeous, by the way,” he replies as we wait at the door. I don’t have the opportunity to comment since George is swinging it open.

  “Hello, come in. I’m glad you made it.” He’s enthusiastic as he steps aside. A woman, who I’m guessing is Renee, comes to greet us, too.

  “I’m George, it’s nice to meet you.”

  “Hello, I’m Alayna,” I smile and shake his hand. He’s handsome, but he’s not sexy like my gladiator. He’s a few inches shorter but still over six feet, and his eyes and hair are a light brown.

  “Alayna, this is my wife, Renee.” I stick my hand out to greet her. Wow, Damon didn’t tell me she was pregnant. Hmm ... that has me curious as to what he thinks about kids, or maybe that’s the answer ... he doesn’t think about them.

  “Please, come in. Dinner is almost ready,” she says.

  Damon’s hand is to the small of my back as we stroll into their lovely living room. George offers him a scotch at the bar, and after a few minutes, Renee appears with a glass of red wine.

  “Please, have a seat.”

  “Thank you.” I take the goblet from her before sitting on the sofa.

  “So, Alayna, how did you meet Damon?” Renee seems friendly and upbeat. Her brown hair is shoulder length and has a touch of red to it. She has hazel eyes and a pretty smile. What I notice most is how in shape she is while being pregnant.

  “His friend Seth married my friend Felicia, and we were both in the wedding party.”

  “Oh, yes, I’ve met them. Da
mon invited us out for drinks with them once. They were a fun couple.”

  “Felicia and I have been friends since we were young girls.”

  Renee waves her hand toward me.

  “I have a girlfriend like that ... Lilly. She’s the best. Actually, Lilly and Damon are going to be God parents to our son.” She pats her stomach. “Three more months.”

  Interesting. I can already imagine the look on Damon’s face when he was approached about that one.

  “So, you found out the sex?”

  “Yes, and George is ecstatic.”

  I take a peek at the guys and find Damon watching me from across the room. How long has he been staring?

  “Oh, I better check on dinner,” Renee says.

  “I’ll help you.”

  “You don’t have to do that.”

  I’m already up following her to the kitchen. I like this lady. She’s a genuinely happy person, and I guess she should be. I had forgotten what it was like to have hope, but now that I’m with Damon, I’m beginning to feel it again.

  Damon

  Alayna is conversing with Renee, and when she gives that radiant smile, her rich, green eyes light up along with it. I’m sipping my drink but only thirsty for her. She leaves the room, temporarily breaking the spell she keeps me under.

  “Damn, this is something I never thought I would witness,” George says.

  I turn to him. “What are you witnessing?”

  “You and Alayna, Damon. You can’t take your eyes off of her, but I can see why; she’s beautiful.”

  “That she is.”

  “When are you going to tell her?”

  I take a long drink of my scotch.

  “I don’t know. I’m trying not to think about it.”

  “You need to tell her soon.”

  “Excuse me,” Alayna says. I whip around to face her. “Dinner is ready.” Shit, I know that look. She heard us. After giving a faint smile, she disappears.

  “Thanks, man. I need another drink for sure now.”

  “Sorry. I didn’t see her,” he says.

  I pull out Alayna’s chair for her, and mindful of how she overthinks, I lean down and kiss her temple before taking my seat. It will not entirely ease her mind, but I’m hoping it keeps her in the present.