by Linzi Basset
“Why don’t I drive while you take a short nap on the way home?”
Alex snorted in disgust. “What makes you think I trust you to drive the Roadster?”
“I’m an excellent driver, I’ll have you know.”
Alex refused to indulge in bickering. It irritated Pamela when he shunned her and didn’t react. They used to be able to talk for hours and their constant bickering always ended in the most satisfying sex. She sighed within herself. It was going to be a lot harder to penetrate that layer of ice than she’d initially believed.
At home, Alex took her bags to a room next to his mother’s, who he’d decided to move downstairs until her foot was healed.
“This way you’ll be close by if she needs you at night,” he taunted her with the same words she’d used earlier. None of her annoyance showed on her face. He had done it on purpose, to keep her as far away from him as possible.
“I’m happy you’re here, deary, but I’m going to bed early. I think the meds is making me drowsy.”
Pamela followed behind them as Alex gently assisted Stacy to her room. Once she was satisfied she was settled comfortably she left the room to go and unpack.
“I’m going to take a shower. Feel free to help yourself to anything in the house if you’re hungry.” His cold gaze traveled over her tall frame. “Good night, Mrs.—” Her sharp glare stopped him. His lips twitched briefly. “Pamela,” he finished and walked toward the stairs.
Chapter Eight
Alex tilted his head and leaned back against the tiled wall in the modern, double sized shower. The bathroom was big, covered in rustic marble tiles with a large spa bathtub, a toilet, a bidet, and a counter with a double basin. Large candle holders and mirrors all over gave the room a warm and inviting glow. The warm water cascaded with satisfying splatters over his body to soothe every nerve ending. He closed his eyes and luxuriated in the soft watery massage all over his tired muscles.
“Fuck, I feel as weak as a baby,” he grunted.
Steam filled the room as he increased the heat of the water. He lathered his skin lightly, taking careful notice around the still healing wounds that tracked like a road map all over his upper body. They were healing nicely. One day, it might even be possible to look at himself in the mirror and not flinch.
He was rinsing the shampoo from the stubble hair on his head when the shower door opened. He turned his head and squinted through the wall of running water. His breathing faltered at the vision that met his eyes. Pamela was a natural sensualist … naked, she was breathtaking. She never played without clothes at the Club, rather used her love for kink dress to enhance her tall and curvy frame. He’d forgotten how seeing all of her luxurious satiny and bare skin affected him. She was as fit and healthy as he remembered. Her stomach was toned and her breasts were still firm and sat proud and high above a small waist. Her coral tipped nipples puckered into hard stones under his scrutiny.
“What are you doing here, Pamela?”
“Taking you up on your offer,” she lilted softly. She studied the panel against the wall that regulated the flow of water and directed it to the various water outlets all around the shower stall.
His eyes narrowed. “I know for a fact I didn’t invite you to join me in my shower.”
She made some adjustments and sighed in pleasure as the overhead shower head turned off and the water started to pulse from all around them at their bodies. Her long lashes briefly covered her eyes before she blinked up at him. She brushed her hands over his broad chest, shocked at the crisscross of scars that covered his otherwise smooth skin.
“No, you didn’t, but you did invite me to anything in the house I’m hungry for.” She leaned closer to place a tender kiss on one of the scars ruining his gorgeous physique. “And I’m very … very hungry,” another tender kiss, “for you … Master Rage.”
Alex stood like a statue, the only part of his body that reacted was his rowdy cock that slowly rose to attention under the soft caress of her hands over his chest.
Pamela wasn’t perturbed. She gazed at him, enamored by his broad shoulders, his upper chest matted with dark-blond hair, now scattered sparingly but starting to grow back. His biceps bulged as she ran her fingers over a fresh scar. He might be temporarily damaged but nothing could diminish his masculinity. Her eyes trailed over his washboard stomach.
She drew in a slow breath as she watched his arousal jut upward. A familiar tingle of heat that was always there when she was in his presence, filled her lower body. Her knees trembled as she took a step closer. “Or are you going to retract your hospitable offer?”
His lips flattened as his intense gaze kept her immobile … she waited with bated breath. If he chased her away, she’d be devastated. She was overcome with a rush of emotions at the thought. It would be her just deserts if he did … if only so she could feel what he’d felt for the past four years.
“What do you want from me, Pamela?”
She watched the words form on his mouth but couldn’t concentrate on their meaning as she got sidetracked by the desire to feel his hard lips possess hers. Instinct drove her as she lifted a hand to cup his cheek covered in the sterile and patch-type waterproof dressing. Her voice sounded husky and unsure, but the sensual smile did all the begging for her.
“I want you to kiss me.” Her eyelids fluttered as she stared at his lips. “Please, Alex.”
“You’re asking for trouble, Pamela. Nothing good will come of this,” he said against her lips as he pulled her closer with his hands gliding over her water slicked body.
He captured her lips with a feral growl that toggled loose a shudder deep inside her at the rawness in that sound. She moaned and savored the way the chords vibrated against her lips. Blood coursed hotly through her veins; demanding and thick, bringing a rosy bloom to her skin under his touch.
“No,” he snapped. Pamela was too enraptured by the feel of his warmth against her to pay attention. “I said stop moving,” he growled when she orbited her hips against his in an effort to get closer to him. His command penetrated and reached deep inside her, to stir awake the dormant submissive that had been yearning to come to life again.
“Alex,” she moaned but knew better than to defy him. Her body trembled with the effort but she didn’t move.
“So … you’re hungry for me, my pet?” Alex asked with a salacious lick along the scallop of her ear.
A shiver shuddered down her spine as he tugged on the lobe with his teeth before soothing it with a gentle suck. The memory of those same lips sucking and licking her pussy sent ripples of heat to spike through her body.
“Yes,” she hissed as he bit into the muscle at the top of her shoulder. Dammit, Alex, Just fuck me already! It had been so long since she’d felt his heat spear inside her that her legs threatened to give way. Burgeoning lust shot through her entire body to set afire every nerve ending on her skin.
“And you want me to fuck you to feed that hunger?” His tone sounded dark and ominous. Pamela couldn’t look away from the swirls of lust that turned his eyes as dark as the midnight sky. He dipped his head to trail his lips over her shoulder to nibble on the soft skin of her throat. She was overwhelmed by how badly she wanted him to just take her; to compel her to follow his every command.
She yearned to be the submissive to him … like she used to be in the past.
“God, yes!” she gasped as he grasped her around the throat. Not hard, just enough to warn her he was in charge.
His eyes darkened. “And I shall give you what you want … but know this, my pet, once I do, you won’t ever want to go back to your old life. I’ve changed, Pamela. The old Alex died a long time ago. You have to be sure this is what you want. There’s no more tender loving care or gentle rocking sex … I fuck and I fuck hard, without mercy or concern, but never fear, I will make sure you get your pleasure.” His fingers tightened as he bit into her lower lip. She whimpered in pain. His eyes glimmered with a cold chill that scared her. “I’m not only going to
pound your little juicy cunt, I’m going to possess every inch of your gorgeous body. I’m going to rip apart every wall you’ve ever built to keep me out and when I’m done, you’ll be mine.”
“I don’t care. I need—”
“You should care, Mrs. Seeger, because once I’ve made you mine, I won’t let you go until I’ve had my fill. You can bet your last fucking cent, I’ll make sure you know it. You’ll be mine to control. I will fuck with your mind, your body, and turn you into a pretzel for pleasure … my pleasure.” He hesitated and fisted his hand in a tuft of hair to keep her head tilted back. “Is that what you want? Think carefully before—”
“Yes! Damn you, yes! Just fuck me, Alex!” Pamela was too aroused to think clearly. His words echoed inside her mind, warning her to be cautious, to remember how intense the Dominant Alex was and with his promises, a much different man to the one she used to be able to manipulate. She pushed it aside. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he took care of the pulsing lust that threatened to split her apart.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Her raw scream echoed around them as he slammed into her with so much strength, her feet lifted off the tiled floor. He pressed her against the wall. She clutched at his shoulders, desperately gasping to fill her lungs. There was no pain, but a fullness that took command of her entire body, like he took command of her soul with the scorching glow in his eyes.
“Well, Mrs. Seeger? Are you sure you want me to continue? Let me warn you again, once you say yes, I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before. I’m going to slam you against the wall until the grouting is imprinted on your skin. You’ll come when I tell you. Once I do, I’ll force one climax after the other from you until I’ve had enough and then I’ll continue to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
Her low moan traveled upward as he gently rubbed her clit—in complete contrast to his promised words. Her arousal spiked and she was incapable of keeping still. She pushed her hips against him in a sign of urgency while she reveled in the ecstasy of his tactile caress.
“Oh lord,” she rasped, her voice turned husky with need. His cock twitched teasingly inside her but he ignored her urgency and spread hot, wet lashes with his tongue along her jaw and down the side of her neck to trace the roundness of her breasts. He latched his lips around a nipple and growled as her cries echoed around them when he pulled it into his mouth and sucked with greedy relish.
“I’m waiting, Pamela. What’s your answer?” he demanded roughly. His whispered breath tickled and played on her skin, setting a fire to rage to a volcanic intensity deep inside her.
“I want you and I don’t care about anything else. Yes! Fuck me,” she gasped as he rolled his hips against hers, forcing his cock even deeper. She’d never felt such raw passion. It was unlike anything she’d experienced before. This time it threatened to consume her. It rippled inside her; the gaiety bordering on primal lust. It had been too long … way too fucking long. “Now!”
“Still as demanding as ever, I see.” His eyes seared into her. His eyes glittered with evil intent. “And I don’t even have to search for your spot … I already know exactly how to light your fire.” The grip on her hair kept her head tilted back. “Don’t close your eyes, Pamela,” he ordered.
It was surreal, looking into his eyes waiting for him to make do on his promise to fuck her into kingdom come.
“Now, my pet, prepare to be fucked well and good,” he warned as he pulled back and began pounding into her.
Pamela threw caution to the wind and disregarded his warning to keep still. She bucked and thrashed with every hard thrust. A low guttural cry crawled from the depths of her throat and erupted in a hollow cacophony in the steamy shower as he continued to power into her.
“Oh god, please, Alex,” she begged, not knowing what it was she needed. She’d never had to ask for anything. Not from him but she realized he was holding back, pushing her to the edge only to bring her back so subtly, she didn’t even know. She was desperate for something to give her that final push. Her loins throbbed with rising pressure and demanded release. Yet, she just couldn’t find that small nudge to fall into the blissful abyss.
“At least your body remembered to obey me, sub.” His eyes bore into hers. A smile twitched his lips as he watched the desperation in their depths. “Now, Pamela, come,” he commanded with rampant lust on his face as he hooked her left knee over his arm, forcing her wide open to his hard thrusts as he pounded into her, wilder—rougher. He pulled her leg further up, ignoring her desperate whimper as the wall bit into her skin. With every thrust into her tight sheath, his satiny hardness teased a special spot, to suffuse her lower body with euphoria. A prickling sensation started low in her back as goose bumps raced across her skin.
“Aahhh . . . fuck!” she tried stifling her cries but they broke free in husky puffs. Her clitoris throbbed when he reached down to strum it like a tight piano string. She lost herself completely and bucked wildly against him.
“That’s it, sub. Show me how desperate you are for my cock,” Alex demanded and redoubled his efforts, powering into her like a mad man—driven by her wantonness, he drew climax after climax from her.
“Stop. Please. I can’t ... no more,” she whimpered as her body shuddered through yet another orgasm. Her body was drawn taut in the throes of the orgasm.
“You can, and do you know why?” he growled through tight lips, his earlier weakness forgotten with the sexual adrenaline the burst of lust offered. “Because I demand it.”
He pulled back and continued pounding her in a frenzy of powerful thrusts in a quest to push her over the edge yet again. He rode her high, exulting in her sensual body. He was close to losing it himself, to being unhinged by lust. Bereft of any control, he pillaged her body. With a primal roar, he ejaculated hot cum into the heated depths of her pussy.
Pamela crumbled under the wondrous sensations that swamped her brain, held up only by Alex’s strong arms. She looked up and noticed how his lips compressed as he washed and then dried her.
God, how could I have been so selfish? He’s not strong enough for such robust sex, and yet … he didn’t chase me away.
The thought sobered her. Maybe there was still hope for them. She straightened and forced her legs to accept her weight. Alex looked ready to collapse, but she instinctively knew it would be the worst thing to do to let him know she’d caught on to it. His eyes turned smoky and the dark look in their depths stifled the hope she’d just been coveting.
“Don’t be foolish enough to believe this change anything, Pamela. I told you, I’m done. I’m moving on, and you don’t feature in the vision I have for my future. Not anymore.”
She felt the blood drain from her face.
“Then what was this?”
He smirked. “This was exactly what I warned you, my dear, and now that you’ve accepted, you’ll be my sex slave whenever, wherever, and however I want you.”
Pamela was running down the stairs by the time she realized she was naked and dripping water all over the gleaming wooden floors. She couldn’t stop the tears but forced back the sobs until she fell on the bed and buried her face in the pillows.
How stupid could I have been? I should’ve listened to the warning in my mind. I should’ve …
But it was too late. She’d given in to her carnal lust. She knew Alex well enough to know he’d be like a bloodhound, chasing and breaking down every resistance she now attempted to offer to keep him at bay. He’d penetrated her one weakness … her desire for him. But her tenacity over the past four years had chipped away at his love for her and all that was left was his lust, which he had every intention of expunging ... on her.
“But it’s not what I want! Oh, god, is it really too late?” Her voice sounded raw in the quiet room. “Have I managed to destroy any chance we have to find happiness together?”
Chapter Nine
He turned the coffee mug this way and that, savoring the heat
that spread through his hands. He inhaled the rich aromatic scent, his favorite—hazelnut latte. He sunk lower into the chair and looked at his team gathered around the large boardroom table. The atmosphere was somber, devoid of the usual bantering before the meeting started. Even the platter of sandwiches and chocolate croissants remained untouched.
Rhone felt his heart contract at the thought that by now Jack would already have consumed half of the delicacies by himself. He turned his attention back to the cup. The latte was frothy and still hot. He lifted it and the first milky sip crept over his taste-buds and down his throat. He sighed in pleasure as he bathed in the kick of the caffeine that filled his veins.
His eyes darkened as it fell on the empty chair between Max Shaw and Bruce Rickett. He, Rhone Greer, had failed one of his best friends and a valuable member of the Precision Secure team. He should’ve acted on his suspicions and kept a closer eye on Jack. He’d known Jack was up to something, but he’d accepted his assurance that all was well. His eyes narrowed as he considered Alex and Lance who sat talking quietly. There was something off with their attitude and his suspicion that they had more intel about the bombing increased. He thought back on the period before the explosion. His memory replayed the scene like a movie reel—Jack glancing at his watch and nodding at Lance. The two of them quickly walking toward Alex and then the three men heading toward the house … in tactical mode.
Fuck! Why hadn’t I seen it then? Maybe if I had been more alert I could’ve …
The thought dwindled. It had happened too fast and nothing he could’ve done would’ve changed the outcome. One way or the other, whatever Jack, Lance, and Alex had expected when they’d headed inside the house … it hadn’t been the devastation they’d been left with.
