Beautifully Twisted

by Jennifer Domenico

  Alexa knew that this was the one person on the planet she could be herself with, and the one person who knew her better than anyone. She knew she should just be honest. He had to know the damage he caused. It’s time she dropped the tough girl act.

  “Because I’m afraid of how much it will hurt when you leave again.”

  He walks closer to her, a grin on his face. “I won’t leave then.”

  “You have to. Countries, remember?”

  “I’ll move to London.”

  She takes a long drag on her cigarette. “Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

  He grabs her wrist and takes it out of her hand, throwing it on the ground. He pulls her close to him, so close her neck strains to look at him.

  “We’ll start over, Alexa. I swear, I won’t ask you to be my sub, I won’t dominate you. I just want to… I want…”

  “What, Scotty. You want what?” Alexa asks, sounding exasperated.

  “I want to show you that we can have a relationship. We can be together and do normal things. We can talk and I don’t know…eat dinner and stuff.”

  “You don’t even know what a normal relationship looks like.”

  “Do you?”

  She shakes her head. How could she? The only one she ever had was with him.

  “I want to be us again, Lexi.”

  “What does that even mean, Scotty?”

  “What we used to be until I separated us. What else do I have to do? I flew across the goddamn Atlantic to tell you this and you won’t even fucking listen to me.”

  “You flew to London to see if I would have a normal relationship with you? You could have saved yourself a lot of time and trouble and just called me. You never even fucking called and then you just show up here and expect me to drop everything to be your toy again. Not gonna happen, Scotty.”

  He squeezes her arm harder. “That is not what I came all this way for. You are so damn stubborn. Can you put your massively high guard down for ten minutes? You can’t allow yourself to show any emotion other than anger.”

  “You taught me everything I know.”

  He narrows his eyes. “You are so lucky we are standing on a sidewalk right now.”

  “Or what? You’d hit me?”

  He looks wounded. “I would never hit you, Alexa. You know that. How could you say that?”

  She glares at him. “Then what are you trying to say to me?”

  “I’m trying to get you to listen to me.”

  Alexa yanks her arm away and starts to walk back inside. She cannot think clearly when he is anywhere near her. He catches her and pulls her back to him, holding her around the waist.

  “I came here to fix things,” he says, his voice pleading with her.

  “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

  “I can’t.”

  “I’m going back inside.

  “I’ll follow you.

  “Do whatever you like. You always do.”

  She heads for the door, Scott following closely behind her. They walk in silence to her office, the whole room staring at her again.

  Oh Lord, what must they be thinking of me.

  She really hoped that to the casual viewer, her demeanor had not changed and they could not detect the roller coaster of emotion speeding through her body right now. The fact that Scotty was within five inches of her was disarming. The fact that he had been inside of her again, daunting. What was it about him that caused her to lose any semblance of control?

  He enters her office, sniffing the air. “It still smells like roses. Will you be okay working in here today?”

  “The whole fucking office smells like roses. I’m fine.” She glares at him, wishing he would leave, but hoping that he stayed.

  She watches him select a chair and slide his elegant body into it. In his casual clothing, he always looked like such a bad boy, with his buff arms and bold tattoos. But in his work clothes, he was elegant, smooth, enchanting even. The boy cleaned up good, but she preferred him when he was dirty.

  “What are you thinking about, Alexa?” he asks, interrupting her thoughts.

  She crosses her office and sits behind her desk. “Why are you still here? Do you plan to watch me work all day?”

  “That would be such a pleasure for me.”

  “I have more important things to care about than your pleasure.”

  “I’m sure of it. Lucky for me, I have nothing to do but be concerned with yours.”

  She knows from the tone of his voice he’s planning to seduce her. She must keep her defenses high, as high as they can be with him around. “Don’t come anywhere near me right now.”

  “I won’t. I’m just going to sit here in the chair while you call Brett and thank him for his gift then tell him you’re never going to see him again.”

  “Scott Patrick,” she sits herself down behind her glossy desk. “You won’t like how I play this game you’re starting with me. You’ve been warned.”

  “Alexa Drake,” he leans towards her and taps a finger on her desk. “You won’t like how I finish it if you don’t play by the rules.”

  “I don’t know what the rules are.”

  “Yes you do. Call him. I’ll be right here.”

  “Why are you talking about me with Scott?

  Whatever you and I do is between us.”

  ~ Alexa

  She releases her breath and then inhales slowly. Scotty is going to make her speak to Brett in front of him…well then… he’s not going to like it. She lifts the handle of her receiver and dials.

  “Hello, Miss Alexa. How are you this morning?”

  “I’m quite well, thank you. I just wanted to thank you for the flowers. They are lovely.”

  “It seems I needed to do more research. Rumor has it you’re allergic to roses.”

  She narrows her eyes at Scott. “Yes, that’s true. Still, it was a very nice gesture.”

  Scott returns her glare, tapping his fingers over his crossed leg. He is beyond agitated.

  “Listen, Alexa, I’m not trying to be nice. I’m trying to get you in my bed. What is it going to take? I tried dinner, roses, all the romantic shit. I’ll crawl at your feet if that’s what you need me to do. In fact, it would be my pleasure to do just that.”

  “I can’t talk about that right now.”

  Scott leans in. “Yes, you can,” he whispers.

  She can’t figure out why he wants to push this so much. It can’t possibly end well. She shakes her head, listening to Brett’s breathing on the other end.

  “He’s with you, isn’t he?”

  “Who?”

  “Scott. He’s there?”

  “I have a lot of work to do, Brett. I am undecided on your offer but I assure you I will follow up.” She stares into Scotty’s eyes as she talks, watching his expression change from stiff to downright hostile. The longer he looks at her like that, the angrier it makes her. Scott has no right to be so territorial.

  “Alexa, just listen for a moment.” Brett takes a deep breath. “Scott had his chance and he blew it. You could keep playing games with him or you could give someone new a chance. Me. I will do whatever it takes to please you. Just let me try.”

  “What do you want from me, Brett?” she asks, keeping her eyes locked on Scott’s.

  “Everything. I want all of you. I’ll start with dinner.”

  She decides to turn up the volume on this game. “Alright then, Brett,” she says in her sweetest tone. “You wore me down. I’ll have dinner with you again.”

  “When?” His voice is excited.

  “When would you like?”

  “Tonight.”

  “Okay, tonight then. See you.”

  “Goodbye, Alexa.”

  She carefully places the phone back in its cradle, avoiding a direct look at Scott, who hasn’t said a word. She ignores him, pulling a folder out of her drawer, and starting her workday, as though he isn’t inches away from her.

  He stands and paces in front of her, his head bow
ed low. She does her best to remain unaffected by him, although she has no chance of being successful at it. He walks to one side of the office and looks outside.

  She senses his presence behind her but continues to work. She feels his hands slide up the back of her neck, his strong fingers wrap softly around the nape, inching up, tangling with her hair. His touch with her is instantly disarming.

  His grip tightens as he uses her hair to pull her head back so he can see her face. “Why are you doing this to me, Alexa? Why are you pushing me so hard? What do you want?”

  She is far more taken aback by his soft tone and pleading questions, than the aggressive move in which he got her attention.

  She pulls her hair away from him. “I’m not doing anything to you. I’m living my life, like I have been for the past year. I told you before, I am free. I can do whatever I like. Besides, you told me to call him.”

  “But why Brett? You can’t be attracted to him. He’s not your type.”

  “What do you know about my type?”

  “Baby girl, your type is standing right beside you, willing to do whatever you need me to do to get back in your good graces.”

  “You know what you need to do? Leave and stop trying to control every moment of my life. You need to go find something else to do and give me some space. I need to work and I need to focus, two things I cannot do while you’re sitting here questioning me.”

  Scott ignores her and slides down in front of her, spreading her legs apart and moving between them. His hands glide up the sides of her legs, stopping at the top of her thigh high stockings. He runs his hands over the lacy tops.

  “You are so fucking sexy, baby girl.” He leans in closer, gripping the flesh at the top of her thighs.

  She holds her breath. She would give anything in the world to be able to shove him away but she can’t. “Scotty, don’t.”

  “I’ll make you forget Brett. You give me no choice.”

  Grabbing the back of her neck suddenly, he pulls her mouth down to his. He kisses her hard, the way she loves to be kissed, and only he knows it. He sucks her bottom lip, causing her to moan quietly. Moving his hands up higher, he tugs at her panties.

  Push him away, Alexa. Don’t let him do this again. “Please, Scotty.”

  “No one will come in, they’re all afraid of you. Just like last time, right, Lexi?” He pulls her panties down, and dips a finger in, swirling it around, before adding a second.

  Alexa throws her head back, forgetting time and place. Somewhere deep inside, a voice screams at her to pull herself together. Just as quickly, a second voice tells the first one to shut the fuck up–we’re about to get licked here.

  She reaches forward, rubbing her hands over his head, his short hair soft to her touch. He looks up, an evil gleam in his eyes, and spreads her legs a little further.

  “Lift.” He taps her hips. She rises slightly so he can push her skirt up higher, allowing him complete access to her.

  Scott plunges his fingers inside again, two at a time, twirling around deliciously. She does her best to remain quiet, aware that the door to her office is wide open. She keeps her eyes locked on his, one of her favorite things. It was her favorite way of feeling connected to him.

  Alexa watches as he pulls out his fingers, sucking them into his mouth. “I’ll never get enough of your sweet taste. I dream about your pussy, you know that? I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve jacked myself off remembering how you taste.”

  She flinches slightly. He’s acting like the very taste of her is intoxicating to him. She says nothing, watching him intently, waiting for his next move. Right now, she could give a damn that she’s half naked in her office.

  Burying his face between her legs, his tongue replaces the motion of his fingers. He zeroes in on her clit, sucking furiously. She slides back in the chair, pressing herself into his mouth, waiting for the glorious moment of climax.

  “Tell me, baby girl…” he pants between licks, “tell me it’s only me. It will always only be me. Tell me your Scotty still has you.”

  She shakes her head back and forth, resisting his demand. There was no way, not even on the brink of this intense orgasm, that she would admit it. She wondered why he needed to hear it so badly. Isn’t it obvious? I willingly have his face between my legs, for God’s sake.

  “Alexa… please… give me something.”

  “I am.”

  He looks up at her, a grin across his beautiful face. “Yes, you are. Now, give me the words.”

  “No.”

  He plunges back between her legs, sucking and licking like his very life depended on it. She was so close, writhing and twisting in her black leather chair, her legs spread as far as they would go.

  “Ohh… good… Scotty…so good.”

  Without warning, he pulls his fingers out and slides away from her. Her eyes shoot open and stare at him. Then she understood. No words, no orgasm.

  She wants to get on her knees and beg and she knows he wants her to. She has to make a decision. She wants him so much, the wetness he causes drips down her thighs. She breathes hard, staring at those black eyes, trying to decide on her strategy. Being prevented from coming is almost as sweet as the act itself but she isn’t in the mood. She needs him. Now. She knows if she pushes him just a bit farther, he will fuck her silly.

  “Not fair, Scotty. You gave me no warning.”

  “The rules have never changed,” he says, his voice dark and harsh. He rubs his obvious erection, glaring at her.

  A soft smile crosses her lips as she lifts a leg over the arm of her chair. She watches as his eyes follow her hand between her legs as she begins to stroke herself, softly, luxuriously, as if she is completely alone and has all the time in the world.

  “If you won’t do it for me, I’ll have to do it myself.”

  “No, Alexa, you may not.”

  She laughs and continues rubbing, focusing her ministrations on her pleading clit. “I do what I want, Scotty.”

  “Stop.”

  “Make me.”

  He stares for a second before he briskly crosses her office and shuts her door hard. He’s back in a flash, pulling her forcefully from her chair and setting her down on top of her desk.

  “No, Scotty, it’s glass.”

  Lifting her effortlessly, he sets her down on the small sofa in the room. He stands above her, a tense expression on his face, and unbuttons his slacks. He pulls his cock out, inches from her face. “Suck it.”

  “Make me,” she says again.

  He grins. “I can. You know that.”

  A thrill shoots through her entire body. Oh yeah, she knows. She’s betting on it.

  “I can take care of myself and so can you. We don’t need to keep doing this,” she says.

  “Alexa…you are driving me insane. I haven’t figured out what you’re doing but I don’t give a damn. Right now, I need to bury myself deep inside that sweet pussy of yours and fuck you until I can get you to act right.”

  “What if I never act right?” She fingers herself, taunting him with her gaze. Just to tease him a little more, she lifts her finger up to her own mouth, and drags her tongue along it. “You’re right… it’s a nice taste.”

  “Goddamn it, Alexa,” he whispers.

  “Want some?” She holds out her finger for him.

  He moves towards her like a cheetah, so swift she barely saw it coming. Pushing her back, he straddles her face, his massive cock hovering above her mouth.

  “Do it.”

  She opens her mouth and slowly drags her tongue along its length, swirling slowly around his tip. He throws his head back, his hand holding his erection steady for her.

  She takes her time, enjoying the feeling of his smooth skin across her lips. She reaches up and rubs his taut torso through his shirt, wishing she could feast her eyes on his naked form. She scoots up, just enough to be able to take him entirely in her mouth. His eyes open wide, as she swallows his length. She knows just how he likes it, he ta
ught her everything she knows and his was the only one to ever cross her lips. A little piece of her loved that he was the only one, it was something that made her proud.

  “Jesus, Alexa…yes…oh…you suck so good.” He tangles his hands in her hair, holding her head back and forth as she sucks. Suddenly, he pulls out and shoves her back against the sofa, diving between her legs and entering her forcefully.

  “I want… I need… to be inside. You’re the only, Lexi… it’s only you.”

  Alexa tries to keep the surprise off her face. Scott never said things like that to her. Never. He pumped hard and fast within her, grasping her breasts through the red blouse she wore. He lifted her leg to his mouth, planting hard, desperate kisses against it. He fell upon her, holding her tight in his arms, his eyes never leaving hers.

  “It’s only you, baby girl,” he says again, closing his eyes as he releases into her. She holds him tight as he pumps silently until he’s emptied himself completely.

  He slowly rises and pulls himself off of her, saying nothing, his demeanor washing away the momentary sweetness she witnessed just seconds before. She watches in disbelief as he tucks himself back into his boxers and straightens his clothes, leaving her crumpled and messy on the couch.

  What about me?

  His face hardens almost instantly and she knew exactly where this was going. Punishment.

  “Look at you. You look like a slut.”

  “Scotty—”

  “Don’t call me that.”

  “But—”

  “No. You want to play fucked up games with me? I’m the master of that, my sweet baby girl. You should remember who you’re playing with. This is my game.”

  “I know.”

  “Good.” He walks behind her desk and picks her panties up off the floor, tossing them at her. “Clean yourself up and act like a fucking lady. You better not touch yourself and don’t push me.”

  She sits up, smoothing her skirt down as best she can without standing.

  He kneels down in front of her face, grabbing her chin with his hand. “You made this happen. You asked for this. I will treat you as you wish and apparently you prefer me to be a bastard.”

  She watches as he stands and puts his jacket on. “Oh, and by the way, let me just be clear. This issue with Brett is non-negotiable. You fuck him and I’m gone. Forever. Remember that, baby girl.”