by Ella Miles
Waylon removes his fingers after I’ve come down from my orgasm. Then he licks his fingers, savoring every drop of my cum on his fingers.
“Stand and go to the bedroom. Undress and get ready to fuck my brains out.”
Waylon stands and gives me the softest of kisses on the lips, reminding me, as if I could forget, how incredible his kisses are. Promising me that he’s going to fuck me better than any fantasy I could ever imagine.
Waylon is breathtakingly sexy as he walks to our bedroom while still wearing a tux and my cum on his lips.
This is the life I always imagined but never thought I could get.
When Waylon is gone, I walk to the fridge, still wearing my heels, bra, and garter.
I grab a water bottle from the fridge and take a sip while I wait for Waylon to get undressed and ready for me.
It gives me a moment alone with Langston.
I take my time removing the bobby pins, holding my curls to one side until my hair is down. I run my hands through them to loosen the curls before taking one last sip of water.
“He’s mine. And I’m no one’s. You hear me, Langston? I belong to myself.” I glare at the camera with the full force of warrior about to go into battle. I know that Langston won’t back down easily.
But I just won the first battle. And I’m about to put an arrow through his heart with what I have planned the rest of the night. When I fuck—I fuck all night. I fuck until I can’t move, can’t think—until all I feel is the thousands of tiny nerve endings exploding from waves of pleasure beating through my body.
I fuck to forget.
I fuck to feel alive.
I fuck like it’s what I was made to do.
“You will never have me,” I whisper into the dark before I strut down the hallway to the bedroom where Waylon waits for me.
He’s done what I asked. He’s undressed. Condom is already on his hard dick. And he’s lying face-up on the bed, the handcuffs ready for me to use on him.
He’s ready to be dominated.
He’s ready to give me what I need, and take what he needs.
I’m not sure if this is love or something like it—but I never feel happier than I do in moments like this where I can take complete control. I love that I don’t have to fight him, that he just follows my orders.
I walk over to the bed silently. His eyes follow me. I’m sure Langston’s eyes follow too.
I never thought I was one to enjoy having another watch me fuck, but the heat spreading through my body is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. So maybe I like being watched. It’s something I’ll have to explore after I deal with my Langston problem.
I grab Waylon’s wrist and pull it up until I can lock the first handcuff around it, tying him to the poster bed. And then I kiss the palm of his hand as he lets me tie him up.
“Good boy,” I say.
His eyes roll back at my soothing words. I may dominate, but it’s not about pain. It’s not about hurting Waylon. I just want the control—no, I need it. I can’t fuck without it. I can’t be in a relationship without complete control.
I have trust issues.
But it’s also my greatest strength. I don’t need a man to make me feel wanted or powerful. All I need is me.
I repeat the same binding to his other wrist and both of his ankles. He’s tied up and ready for me to fuck him. He can’t hurt me. He can’t touch me. And unlike me, Waylon trusts me completely.
I climb up onto the bed as I kiss up his body. His thick, muscled thighs from all the weight lifting he does. His hard condom covered cock. He’s hard and ready for me, but I lick up and down his shaft to feel as turned on as possible, as wet as I can get before I fuck him.
I vowed to myself a long time ago that I wouldn’t let sex ever be painful—not ever again. He knows I won’t fuck him until I’m completely drenched and have already come at least twice.
I continue my teasing up his rippled abs, his strong chest, and chiseled jaw.
“Make me come,” I say as I straddle his face, my pussy hovering over him.
“My pleasure, my love.”
He lifts his head to feast between my legs while I grab the headboard for support with one hand while my other plays with my breasts, freeing them from the lace bra and then rolling my thumb over one of my nipples. I shift my hips back and forth over his face to increase the friction as I get riled up again.
My mind flickers to Langston, watching me come apart. I shouldn’t even let him see this part of me. He shouldn’t get to see me orgasm.
But it’s not about him. This is about me. About taking control of my own body. I want to show him this incredible experience he’ll never get.
Finally, my body is coaxed into another orgasm.
As soon as I come down enough to move, I slide down Walon’s body, grab his cock, and push him inside my slick walls.
He curses as he fills me tightly with his long, thick rod.
My nails dig into his chest as the pleasure fills me, and I lock my eyes with Waylon.
I won’t think about Langston again, not until I’m finished with Waylon, which won’t be until he has to leave for his flight in the morning.
Waylon reads my mind, knowing exactly how intense sex can get with me, how long it can last. He’s on board and has the stamina to keep up with me. I’m going to need release after release to get me through an entire week without sex.
Langston may get to watch, but he doesn’t get me. He doesn’t get my attention, my thoughts, and definitely not my body—my orgasms. Those are all for Waylon and me.
I start off slow, getting my rhythm, and then Waylon’s hips start thrusting with me. My body glides over his, my clit hitting the point of his hard, sculpted V, and soon I’m convulsing around him as he pours his cum into the condom within me.
“Waylon!” I finally scream, making it clear that he’s the only man for me.
I climb off of him and remove the condom as I walk to the bathroom, still wearing my power, ‘fuck me’ heels.
I am a goddess; three orgasms is nowhere near enough to satisfy me.
I grab the box of condoms in the bathroom and bring them to the bed before I untie Waylon. I want to be fucked in every position. Now that I’ve established my authority, my need, my control, Waylon will respect my power.
“Fuck me from behind. I want to be fucked in every position, in every way, until the sun comes up. Think you can handle that, baby?”
He smirks. “For you, I’d do anything.”
He rolls a condom on, then grabs my hips, and carefully slides between my legs as he fills me and reaches around to stroke my clit.
My eyes roll back at the feeling. This is the life. This is my life. This is what I chose. And I won’t ever let a man take anything from me ever again.
8
Langston
Fuck, Liesel.
She knew I was watching.
That was complete torture for me.
Fuck.
Fuck.
FUCK!
My blood pressure soared to a thousand over a million watching her get fucked by that cocksucker.
The message was clear, though—she’s his, not mine.
I laugh at that.
She thinks she won.
Sure, she pissed me off to no end. No amount of jacking off has brought me down from my pent up frustration.
She has no idea what I want from her, but I’m going to enjoy showing her.
Soon, my huntress, I’ll be coming to collect my debt. And your little show just made collecting my debt that much sweeter.
9
Liesel
Not many men have the stamina to go all night.
Waylon does.
Sure, his cock needed a few minutes to rest between each round, which was when he put his lips and tongue to good use. He knows how to pleasure me all night.
Just staying awake all night is a feat. Waylon never let my brain go anywhere except the intense pleasure I was feeling.
Then he was sweet enough to pour me a heaping cup of coffee and set it on the nightstand in one of those self-heating cups so it would be warm and ready for me when I woke up—which was about an hour after I fell asleep.
I don’t need much sleep after a night like that. Nights like last night are what I live for.
I stretch, feeling how sore my muscles are.
I smile at the comforting ache. I don’t have a need to workout. Sex with Waylon like this a couple of times a week gives me more stamina than running or biking or pilates ever could.
I take my time finishing my coffee before heading to the shower.
I walk naked into the en-suite bathroom that is larger than most people’s bedrooms, especially in New York City.
I flip the shower on and immediately step in, the cold water soothing my aching muscles.
Most people prefer warm showers. Not me; cold showers wake me up and keep my skin youthful far more than warm showers. I grew up taking cold showers; we rarely had enough heat for warm ones, and it’s a habit that’s stuck.
It’s one of the reasons Waylon and I hardly ever shower together.
My mind starts to wander as I close my eyes and wash my hair.
I think about the dozens of orgasms I received last night. I think about how high I feel, the happy hormones pulsing through my veins. I think about Waylon, about how he looked, sounded, and felt as he drove inside me.
But I don’t let my mind go free. I don’t let it wander to who I really want to be thinking about.
I get a sudden chill down my spine, but I don’t turn the water warmer. Eventually, the feeling fades.
I know a lot of time has passed when I finally step out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my body onto the heated bathroom floors. It always shocks me every time when I step out. Somehow I always forget about that feature when I look at the marble floor.
And then I look up, and my heart skips.
The mirror has fogged over, and there are three words written in the fog.
Five More Days.
I quickly glance around the bathroom, but there is nowhere for someone to hide.
Did Waylon come back?
Did he leave a message on the mirror before he left?
No, that can’t be. Waylon is only going to be gone for three days.
I dart out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I still don’t find anyone.
In fact, I run through the entire condo and find no one.
I could call our security team, but I don’t.
I don’t need to.
I know who left the message.
The only man who could have snuck in and out without security spotting him.
A man I thought I had made perfectly clear to last night that I was not his. That I don’t owe him anything.
Langston Pearce.
I know how our security team didn’t catch Langston, but I don’t know how I didn’t notice myself.
Even with my eyes closed, I always know when Langston is nearby.
The chills—that was Langston.
I did know. I just didn’t let myself acknowledge it.
I walk back to the bedroom just as I hear my cell phone buzzing on the nightstand.
I jump at the sudden sound, and slowly walk over, assuming it’s Langston who’s calling and he can wait.
But when I pick the phone up, it’s Kai on the caller ID.
I sigh and almost decide not to answer the call, but she’ll keep calling the rest of the day, especially if Langston put her up to it.
“Kai, now really isn’t a good time. I have to meet with a client in an hour, and I’m already running late,” I answer, not giving her a chance to speak first. Kai is the only one who continues to keep in touch even when I insist I no longer want to be part of that life, that family.
There was once a time when I loved being the only woman among three dangerous men—Enzo, Zeke, and Langston. I was their entire focus. I thought I would end up with Enzo, the leader, but I realized too late that that was never meant to be. Enzo ended up with Kai.
I’m not bitter. They belong together, but my life changed after that. Everyone pushed me to Langston like they thought we needed our own happily ever after. None of them know our true history. None of them know our past.
And then Zeke found Siren, and the pressure increased for Langston and me.
But I don’t want a happily ever after.
I don’t want to live in their dangerous world.
And I don’t need friends, especially girlfriends—I’m a lone wolf.
“Then I’ll keep it short. Siren and I are going on a pampered girls vacation to Santorini for a week, and we’d love for you to come with us. We are leaving in two weeks, I know it’s short notice, but hopefully, you can get someone to cover your clients for you.”
“I—” I start.
“You are not giving me some excuse why you can’t come right now. I have two weeks to convince you to go, and I want to spend every day of that persuading you. We haven’t seen you in six months, and we miss you.”
I sigh. “I’ll think about it.”
I have no idea how to get out of this. A girl’s trip sounds like my nightmare. Kai and Siren are nice enough, but to be trapped on an island with them for an entire week of gossiping, drinking, and sunshine?
No, thanks.
I wouldn’t survive a week with them.
Kai squeals excitedly like I just said yes, instead of blowing her off like I did.
“I have to go,” I say.
“Of course, will talk to you tomorrow!”
I end the call. Kai is going to keep to her word and call me every day this week. And then again the next week. There is no stopping her once she gets going. She’s the boss for a reason. Her orders are followed, no exception.
I don’t have a clue how to get out of this.
I walk back into the bathroom and look at the words again—five more days.
The words have started to fade, and soon they won’t exist at all. Then I’ll be second-guessing myself, thinking I made it up.
Five.
More.
Days.
What will Langston demand of me then?
I have an idea—and I suspect I just found out my excuse for why I can’t go on the girl’s trip. I’m with Langston—that would shut Kai up. She wouldn’t dare interfere if she thought there was a chance that Langston and I could get together. She knows nothing about my life here. She doesn’t know about Waylon.
Langston has a plan to extract a debt from me in five days.
I smirk as I drop the towel, knowing that Langston is watching.
I’m not going to wait five days. I’m done waiting, and I’m done playing by his rules. This is going to end much sooner than five days.
10
Langston
Liesel thinks she’s going to win.
Not this time.
We’ve been fighting since we were kids. Fighting an invisible war with each other—one that was never spoken about. One that neither of us knew the terms, rules, or even what we would win. We just knew that we had to win.
Since we were five, we’ve been fighting, hurting, deceiving one another.
Why?
Because hurt people, hurt people. And we’ve been damaged more in our youth than any of our friends could imagine.
Our battles didn’t always involve hurting one another. Although, that was the majority of what happened.
We were enemies—usually fighting and angry at each other. Liesel was chasing my best friend, Enzo, and I thought she was annoying. So I would tease her, piss her off. That’s how our relationship started.
Later as we grew into horny teenagers, the lust started. The attraction grew, but I was beneath her. She was after Enzo, the man with power, not me—his side-kick.
The lust turned to sexual frustration and then serious feelings we both had no right to feel, which just pissed us both off more. We both knew from a very young age that we
could never ever be together.
If we could have escaped each other, if we could have never met, we would have. As much as we needed to stay apart, the world kept pushing us back together over and over again.
Things have changed.
We can’t keep living our lives like this. We can’t keep battling forever. This war has to end. This is the start of our end.
It’s not going to be easy for either of us, but it’s necessary.
We’ve both been holding onto secrets for too long, since I ripped half of that envelope out of her hand—it’s time.
Neither of us will give up our truths easily. We will fight with our lies until the bitter end. Until one of us finally breaks down, until one of us loses.
But as soon as either of us speaks the truth—that will be the end of us.
We will no longer be friends.
We will never have a shot at being lovers.
We won’t even be enemies anymore.
We will be out of each other’s lives for good.
Which is why I’ll drag out this final game as long as I can. I’m not ready to let go of Liesel yet.
I smirk when I see Liesel on the security camera in the lobby of the hotel I’m staying at. It seems that Liesel is ready for this to be over faster than I am.
She doesn’t get to be in control of this.
She doesn’t get to win.
She’s an excellent hunter. She can seek whatever and whoever she wants. There is nothing that can be hidden from her.
She found me—four days earlier than I’m ready to be found.
So I won’t let her find me.
She is a great hunter, but she’s rusty. She’s been away from danger for far too long.
I, on the other hand, never left the darkness. Over the last year, I’ve only let it deeper into my soul until I’ve become as evil as the world I was born into.
She can hunt all she wants, but she’ll only find me when I’m ready to be found. She should have learned that by now.
I watch on my computer as Liesel walks to the elevator in a tight red dress and heels. She came straight from the office. In the last month that I’ve been following her, I’ve never seen her out of her dress or heels outside of her condo, and she makes no exception today.
