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Her mouth falls open as she realizes he’s planning to leave her like that.
“Let me know when you’re ready to knock off the bullshit.” He turns and leaves.
Scott barely gets out of the office before she feels the hot tears streaming down her face. That completely backfired and she finds herself wondering if she really messed things up.
Martina knocks softly on the door. Carrying a cup of coffee and a few paper towels, she walks towards Alexa. “Um, Alexa? Mr. Patrick said you needed these.” She holds out the paper towels.
Alexa’s face burns with humiliation. That fucking bastard! She could only imagine what she looked like at that moment, her hair a mess, panties in her hand, disheveled clothes, and tears streaming down her cheeks. Martina discretely closes the door.
“What happened? Did he hurt you?” she asks softly.
Alexa shakes her head, but avoids eye contact. “I need a favor. Call my driver please. I need to go home and change.”
Martina nods her head. “What else can I do?”
“Cancel my afternoon meetings. I just can’t do it today.”
“Alexa?”
“What?” she snaps.
“What happened?”
“What happened? He fucked me on this couch and then insulted me and left. He treated me like a whore.” And I deserved it.
Martina covers her mouth in shock. She can’t believe anyone has the nerve to treat Alexa Drake that way, and even more shocked that he’s not lying dead on the floor as a result. “I’ll call your driver and get your coat. Why don’t you just stay home? I can call you if anything important comes up.”
Alexa never missed a day of work. She wasn’t going to start because of Scott Patrick. “I’m fine. I just don’t want him on me the rest of the day. And he ruined my fucking skirt.”
“Alexa, please. You need some time. I’ve got everything under control here.”
Alexa looks up to meet Martina’s soft caramel colored eyes. She is so sweet, that girl.
“I’ll let you know. Thank you.”
“He made a bit of scene cussing and stomping on his way out.”
Alexa sighs. He really was pissed. “Good to know.” She gets in her coat and puts her sunglasses on, to hide her tear stained cheeks. She heads down to the lobby, avoiding the stares from her staff. As she steps outside, the London sky opens up, unleashing a cold, bitter downpour on her.
Fucking perfect. Her driver pulls up and rushes to open her door for her. He looks downright terrified of her. She hustles inside the car and slides into the seat, desperate to get home. Her phone vibrates and she prays it’s Scott. It’s a text from Martina.
Martina: I canceled everything. Seriously, stay home.
Alexa: I think I might. Thanks again.
In just a few minutes, they turn the corner to her apartment. All she wants is to get inside and get in the shower. The sooner his scent was off of her, the better.
“Will you be needing anything else today, Miss Drake.” Simon’s voice was shaky.
“No. Be on time tomorrow.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“With my coffee or don’t bother.”
“Yes.” He bows his head towards her.
She heads upstairs and turns on the shower, peeling her soiled clothes off. How dare he treat her like some whore he found on the corner? She knew she was pushing him, it was her intent, but did she go too far? She can’t recall a time when he was ever that cold.
She pours herself a glass of the whiskey that was still out on her counter. She drinks it down quickly, then drinks another just as fast. Her body warmed as the silky liquid spread through her core. She walks naked to the kitchen and lights another cigarette, inhaling slowly, feeling her nerves settle with each drag she takes.
She throws the butt in the sink and takes her shower. Standing against the shower wall, she lets the hot water beat down on her, scalding her skin. She can’t stop the tears from coming and lets herself cry as long and as hard as she needs to, the steamy water of the shower washing away her shame.
Alexa looks listlessly at her phone as it vibrates across her coffee table. Squinting her eyes, she sees it’s Brett. Oh shit. She’d been drinking all afternoon and almost forgot about their dinner date.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Alexa. Just checking that we are still on for tonight?”
“Did I indicate we might not be?” She was still in full bitch mode and now she was drunk on top of it.
“No, but Scott said—”
“Why are you talking about me with Scott? Whatever you and I do is between us.”
“I didn’t. Scott called me.”
“What did he say?”
“He said I should stay away from you if I know what’s good for me.”
She clenches her jaw. “He has no right to say that to you.”
“No, he doesn’t but it didn’t stop him. I think maybe now is the time for you to tell me what is going on with the two of you. I don’t want to be trapped in the middle of a love triangle.”
“You started it, always telling him about your interactions with me.”
“Because I didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know what?”
“That he was in love with you.”
“Ha! That’s rich. You obviously have no idea what you’re talking about.” After what happened today, she was pretty sure love wasn’t part of the equation.
“I think it’s you that’s in the dark here, my dear. I have no idea how you feel about him but I know how he feels about you.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Do I or don’t I have a chance with you? My friendship is on the line. I need to know if I’m just wasting my time here.”
“I thought you just wanted to fuck.”
“I didn’t say I wanted to fuck. I said I wanted you in my bed. That’s different.”
Alexa pauses for a moment before answering. “How so?”
“I want to worship you, Alexa. Has anyone ever worshipped you?”
“No.”
“Let me. Regardless of how you feel about Scott, spend one night with me. Let me show you how much I could do to make you feel good. It’s my only desire.”
After the way her morning ended, being worshipped sounded like a good change of pace.
“I already told you I would see you tonight. What more do you want?”
“I want to come to your place and get down on my knees and be everything you need me to be. Then we’ll talk after that.”
“Okay.”
She could hear his breath through the phone. “Good. I’ll see you at seven.”
“I’ll be ready.”
“I look forward to it.”
She stood and took another shot of whiskey. She wasn’t looking forward to it at all. For one, she couldn’t get Scotty off her mind. For two, she had no idea what Brett had in mind. His behavior confused her, so confident and strong, yet willing to bow to her in a second.
And what the hell was he talking about, Scotty being in love with her. Utter bullshit. He obviously didn’t know Scott very well. She checked her phone for a message from Scott, in case she somehow missed it. Nothing.
Alexa smokes at least two more cigarettes while she waits for Brett to arrive. She’s nervous and she isn’t quite sure why. She glances at her watch, knowing he would be there soon. She quickly freshens up, brushing her teeth and spritzing with perfume. She brushes out her long hair and runs her hands down the casual, purple dress she had on.
She hears the door buzz and hits the button to let Brett up. She opens the door and waits for him. He steps off the elevator, holding a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine.
“No roses. I did my research this time. Martina was very helpful,” he says, handing her the flowers and kissing her sweetly on the cheek.
“Thank you.”
They enter her apartment and Brett sits down, as Alexa goes to the kitchen to open the bottle of wine. She brings it in the liv
ing room, with two glasses.
Brett leans forward and strokes her arm. “Thank you for having me over. I’ve thought of nothing else but being alone with you since I met you.”
Alexa turns and glances at him but says nothing. There’s almost something too nice about him to dominate.
“Alexa…” he pauses, and takes a deep breath. “I’m just going to get right to it. I want you. I’ve told you this before. I can give you anything you want.”
“What if…” she shakes her head, “what if I don’t know what I want?”
“Then we can find out together.”
She leans back against the couch as he strokes her hair.
“Tell me, Alexa… does Scott let you dominate him?”
“No.”
“Have you been physical with him?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love him?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“No.”
He sighs. “I don’t know what to do. I want you so badly, but I don’t want to play second fiddle to Scott Patrick. Why did you let me come here?”
“Because I wanted to give you a chance, as you say.”
“Is that it? Or am I just a distraction until Scott comes back?”
“I hope Scott never comes back.”
“I wish I believed you but your tone suggests otherwise. I’m going to say this just one more time. If you say no, I’ll leave you alone for good.”
She looks over at him. His eyes are a vibrant shade of green, much darker than hers are.
“What?”
“Let me take you to bed. Let me show you what it feels like to be the center of someone’s world.”
Her mind races. As much as she wants Scott to walk through that door right now, Brett’s sweet offer is beyond tempting. She nods her head softly.
“Yes?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Would you have left if I said that I would rather
die than wake up in a bed that you weren’t in?”
~ Scotty
They walk into her bedroom, both of them tense with anticipation. She wonders if he wants to be dominated, he hasn’t made any indication. She sits on the edge of her bed, nervously waiting for what’s next. She can’t believe she just agreed to let another man get in her bed.
He walks towards her, removing his jacket and throwing it on the floor. Standing between her legs, he holds her face in his hands. Her chest moves rapidly.
“Alexa… it’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
“Thank you,” she murmurs quietly.
“Now,” his voice changes to a much softer tone, “I want you to know I’m very honored to be here with you. Whatever you want or need, you ask and I will obey.” A small grin appears across his lips.
“Is that what you want tonight?”
“It is what I want every night. Especially from you.”
“How did you get this way, Brett?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
She stares into his eyes, searching for an answer she doesn’t find. “How did you know that I would dominate you?” she asks.
“I didn’t. But you are strong and the way you assert yourself, I figured I would just try.”
“Why are you so fixated on me?”
“Why is everyone? Because you are breathtaking, the most superb looking woman I have ever seen. You are the total package.”
A mean smirk crosses her lips. “I am a cold-hearted bitch. I’m about to show you.”
“If I may speak boldly…mistress?”
“You may.”
“I don’t think you’re a bitch at all. I think Scott or someone, or many someones have hurt you and you built this stone fortress around yourself. I’d like to be the one to help you tear it down.”
“That’s enough out of you.” She did not want to participate in this conversation one minute longer. She wanted to get down to business. She just wondered if she would be able to go through with it.
“Yes, mistress. What would you like me to do?”
“You may kiss me.”
He leans close, pulling her into him, pressing his soft lips gently against hers. It was such an odd feeling to be kissed so sweetly yet so expertly. She found herself really, really liking his kisses. His lips trail down her neck and onto her collarbone.
“May I touch you?”
“You may.”
His hands move up her body to her breasts, squeezing them between his fingers.
“You’re the perfect size, mistress. Perfect.” He breathes heavy in her ear.
Her eyes remain emotionless, her stare blank, all part of her game. She may look passive, but her mind races. She feels like she is doing something wrong. She feels like she is… cheating.
He sucks and nuzzles her neck, his hands gliding over her body. One hand creeps down between her legs. She slaps it away.
“Did I say you could do that yet?”
“No, mistress.”
“You deserve to be punished.”
“Yes, I do.” He bows his head.
She looks down and sees his erection pressing against his jeans.
“Look at you. You can’t even control yourself.”
“No, I can’t.”
“What shall I do to you?”
“A whipping should be appropriate.” He can barely get the words out of his mouth. In his excitement, his accent has intensified almost to where she can’t quite understand him.
“Take off your clothes.”
He quickly undresses and drops to his knees without being told. She has never seen a man get quite so into this. She walks around him, circling slowly, deciding what she will do. Pulling her red leather riding crop from the closet, she slaps it on her hand, watching him flinch each time the crop hits the flesh of her hand.
She drags it along his shoulders and smacks it down, not too hard, on his skin. A small moan escapes from his lips. She can’t deny the thrill she gets from seeing a strong man on his knees in front of her, nor can she deny the nagging feeling that she wishes it was Scotty. She shakes her head to rid herself of the invasive thoughts, and focuses on her task.
“Slave?”
“Yes, mistress?”
“Are you ready for your whipping?”
“Yes, very much so.”
She points to the small sofa in her room. “Lay flat on your stomach. Do it now.” Her tone is cold, mean.
He scrambles to his feet and lies down on the couch, his entire body revealing his heavy breathing.
“You better not come on my sofa. I’ll be very angry with you. Control yourself, do you hear me?”
“Yes, mistress,” he whispers.
“What’s your safe word?” she asks.
“I don’t need one. Do as you wish.”
“You don’t think I’m capable of hurting you?”
“I’m positive you’re capable of it. I want it.”
She’s surprised by his words but accepts them. She walks towards him and brings the crop down hard across his ass. He sucks in his breath but doesn’t move.
“Is that enough punishment for you, slave?”
“No, mistress.”
She slaps it down again, harder this time. He inhales sharply again but doesn’t move an inch. He’s obviously a very good submissive.
“Tell me what you did wrong,” she demands.
“I touched you without permission,” he says softly.
“That’s right,” she says, dragging the crop over his back. “How will I know when you’ve learned your lesson, slave?”
“I’ve learned, mistress, but three more hits will make sure I don’t forget.”
She smiles and smacks the crop against his tender skin three more times in quick succession. She loves the sound that it makes, even when it’s her own skin receiving the abuse.
“You’ve done very well with your punishment. You may worship me now.”
He jumps up and falls to his knees, kissi
ng her legs and running his hands over her lower body. His hands climb up between her thighs and stop suddenly.
“May I?”
“Yes, you may undress me if you like.”
“Thank you.”
He stands and unzips her dress, kissing her neck and shoulders as he does. As much as she doesn’t want to enjoy it, she does. Most men she chooses are so afraid of her; they need to be told each move to make. But Brett confidently explores her body. He knows what it means to worship her.
Pulling the dress from her body, he lets it fall to the floor. He unhooks her bra, suckling her breasts in his mouth. He moans and whispers how beautiful she is with each action. He walks in front of her, taking her in. She’s wearing her favorite garter and stockings, it drives men crazy, and she knows it.
Brett can’t believe he’s got his hands on Alexa Drake. He knows what’s about to happen next will sever his friendship with Scott. It could even hurt the business but he couldn’t think of anything other than sliding his cock inside this beautiful woman.
“Tell me what you plan to do, slave?” she whispers. Suddenly, she finds herself wanting to drop to her knees in front of the impressive erection jutting out in front of her.
“If it pleases mistress, I want to taste you.”
Oh shit, it sure would please me.
This is the point of no return. If she wants to make a point to Scott, this is her opportunity to do just that. She moves closer. “Kiss me first,” she says, taking a moment to collect her thoughts.
Brett wraps his fingers around the back of her neck and pulls her into a sensuous kiss, his free hand exploring her body with abandon. His lips glide down her neck, sucking gently. His touch feels unbelievably good. She wants his tongue between her legs. It’s her favorite thing in the world and she’s positive he’s going to be good at it.
There’s just one problem…
Scott’s last words to her flash in her mind. Non-negotiable. Gone. Forever. This act she was about to do, was the one thing that Scott would never forgive. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t take the chance.
“Stop. Please.” Her voice breaks through the darkness.
Brett looks at her, his face crestfallen. “No, Alexa… please.”