Beautifully Twisted (10 page)

Leaning forward, she presses her ample cleavage against his face. He wraps his arms around her hips, pulling her slightly closer, inhaling her heady perfume. His eyes look up as he drags his tongue along the seam where her breasts press together. Alexa is startled by the gesture, but not so much that she asks him to stop. They huddle close, almost intimately, Brett on his knees and Alexa kneeling low in front of him. She knows this is about to go much farther than she anticipated and decides she must shut it down before she makes a decision she can’t undo.

“I want you to leave now though. You have not earned the right to stay here longer,” she says with a stern tone.

He looks at her with tender eyes. “A kiss?” His voice is sweet, pleading, and lustful.

“Stand up.”

He clamors to his feet, towering over her. Alexa grabs his face, staring into his eyes. She can see his desire and it delights her.

“You may kiss me now. Make it good or it could be your last.”

“May I touch you?”

“Yes, you may.”

He runs his hands down her back, stopping at the curve of her ass. He tilts his head, slowly lowering his mouth to hers. His lips are soft, gentle, careful. His hands caress her body, running up and down her sides, up her neck, in her hair.

Oh my God, it’s amazing.
Alexa pulls away, not wanting to feel the tingle his kiss is causing. “That’s enough,” she says, abruptly.

“Yes, mistress.”

Alexa watches as Brett gets his coat, draining his glass of whiskey. She grins as his demeanor changes right before her eyes, the submissive slave momentarily put away. He turns and rubs the erection threatening to bust through his slacks.

“See this? It’s for you.”

She smiles.
Impressive.

Brett walks close to her, rubbing her cheek softly. “I may have met my match in you.”

“We’ll see.”

“Thank you for tonight. I hope there will be more to come.”

“Maybe.”

He smiles and kisses her cheek. “I’ll see myself out.”

“Good night.”

That was much better than she anticipated. Here she thought she was just going out with another average guy and he turns out to be into it. She shakes her head as she removes her makeup and brushes her teeth.

Alexa wasn’t expecting such a sensual kiss and such expert touch. Brett could actually be a contender for her affection. Climbing into bed, she drifts quickly to sleep.

Scott looks down at his watch. Twelve fucking fifteen. Why the fuck hasn’t she called yet? He just finished speaking to Brett and the conversation made his skin crawl. Brett was the one thing he asked her not to do and now he wasn’t sure she kept her promise.

“You are mine, Alexa. Mine.”~ Scotty

Her ringing phone startles Alexa awake.
Oh shit. Scotty.
“Hello,” she answers.

“Hello? I told you to call me.”

“I fell asleep.” She looks over at her clock, twelve-thirty. “It’s after midnight, Scott. Good night.”

“I’m coming over.”

“No, you are not. I’m in bed.”

“I’ll be in your bed with you.”

“What if I’m not alone?”

“I know you’re alone, Alexa. You know how I know? Because I just fucking talked to Brett. You said you wouldn’t fuck him!” He’s yelling now. She can’t remember the last time he was this angry with her. Has he ever been?

“Did he tell you I did?”

“I’m on my way. Tell the front desk. You don’t want to see what I’ll do if you don’t open your fucking door.”

“Calm down, Scotty. You are way overreacting.”

“Am I?”

“Very much so.”

“I’ll be there in five.”

“Okay.”

Oh great, a showdown with Scott Patrick in the middle of the night
. Just how she wanted the evening to end. She calls down to the front desk to reserve a visitor pass for him.

She walks to the bathroom to splash her face with cool water. She’ll need her senses about her to deal with his temper tantrum.

Alexa wonders if Brett lied and said she fucked him. Looks like she’s not the only one trying to make Scott jealous. She hears the pounding on her door and quickly opens it. Scott walks inside in a huff, his face red with anger.

“Scott, it’s the middle of the night. You don’t need to be so loud.”

“You could have prevented this by fucking calling me when I told you to.”

“I fell asleep.”

He stands in front of her, staring, his eyes filled with anger. “Did you let him fuck you?”

“Did he say I did?”

“No. Not exactly. He said you were divine, sexy, and just what he needed in his life.”

“Okay. So why do you think we had sex?”

“His voice, Alexa. I’ve never heard him sound like that before. Only that sweetness between your legs could do that to him.”

“You’re wrong. I did not have sex with him.”

He exhales. “Then what did you do?”

“Nothing.”

“He was here?” He looks at the empty glasses on the coffee table.

“Yes, for a while.”

“Did you kiss him?”

She stares hard at him. “You’re torturing yourself, Scott.”

“No! You’re torturing me. Did you fucking kiss him? Answer me, goddammit.”

“Yes.”

Scott grabs her around the waist suddenly, backing her against the wall behind. “You are mine, Alexa. Mine.”

“No. I’m not.”

“Why? What happened with us?”

“You left me!”

Scott’s lips come down hard on hers, his frustration building. Alexa resists, pushing against his shoulders, trying desperately to keep his tongue from penetrating her mouth. “You must have wanted this, baby girl,” Scott says, momentarily breaking the kiss. “You’ve been trying so hard to piss me off. Well, you succeeded.”

Scott kisses her again, his tongue assaulting her mouth. This time, she responds willingly, even though everything in her wishes she could resist. “Are his kisses like mine?” he asks. “Do they make you feel like I do?”

“No.”

Scott smiles.

“His are nicer. Softer.” She glares into his eyes. If she didn’t know better, she thought for sure he would slap her face, but she knew she could push. Scott Patrick would never physically hurt her. At least, not in a way she didn’t want him too.

Raising her wrists above her head, he holds them tightly together, his hips pressed against hers, pinning her to the wall. “Is that what you want? You want soft and nice?”

Alexa’s eyes begin to well with tears.
Oh no, no tears! Not in front of Scotty! Why am I crying? Fuck.
“Scotty, you’re hurting me.” Her voice cracks from the tears she’s fighting. He’s hurting her alright but it’s her heart that aches, not her body.

“I thought you liked pain.”

“Stop,” she pleads, struggling against him.

“Say it nicely.”

“Kitty,” she whispers. It’s the only way he knows when she’s serious.

He pulls back, releasing her from the bondage of his grip. She turns away from his stare, unable to hold the tears back any longer.

“Baby girl… you’re crying? Did I hurt you?” His voice softens and she knows he’s truly concerned he hurt her somehow.

She walks away and sits quietly on the couch, her head lowered in shame. How she got herself in this situation, she isn’t quite sure.

Scott approaches slowly, sitting next to her on the sofa. “Baby girl…”

“Stop calling me that.”

“I always call you that.”

“What do you want from me, Scotty?”

“Everything.”

“Why? Why now?”

“I never stopped wanting you. Never.”

“Whatever. You didn’t seem to have any problem moving on with your life after I left.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“Yes.”

“I wasn’t trying to. I thought you wanted me to be rough. That’s what we do.”

She isn’t ready to explain that she isn’t talking about a physical pain. “I don’t know what I want anymore.”

“Did he dominate you?”

“Who?”

“Brett.”

“No.”

“He’s normal?”

No, not normal. Far from it.
“I guess. I don’t know. We didn’t do anything.”

“You said you kissed him.”

“Yeah, so what?”

“I don’t like that.”

“That’s clear.”

“I want you.”

She looks up at him. “Also clear.”

“Now.”

Alexa sighs. “I’ve been pushed around enough for the evening.”

“We can be normal.”

She laughs, wiping tears from her face. “Normal? Us? That’s hysterical.”

“We could try.” His voice is soft.

“No thanks.”

“Don’t shut me out, Alexa.”

“You’re just trying to soothe your wounded ego. You’ll have to do that on your own time.”

Scott frowns. He knew he had a lot of work to do still to get Alexa to open up. “Why did you cry? Tell me the truth.”

“Because I’m exhausted. I’m frustrated, and most of all I’m confused.”

“Confused about what? Are you attracted to Brett?”

Am I? Or just attracted to his submissive quality. I have no idea.
“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? You realize I’ll kill you both before I let him have you.”

“That’s a bit overdramatic, don’t you think? It’s time for you to go home.”

“You think I’m joking?”

“I think you’re unbalanced.”

“I’m not giving up.”

“You know what this is about? This is the first time you’ve had to compete for my attention and you have no idea how to handle it. You’re so used to me being at your every beck and call.” She laughs. “You should just face the fact. I don’t belong to you anymore. You’re not the only man.”

Scott stands and paces the living room, running his hands over his head. She’s never seen him so agitated. Alexa is shocked to realize his angst over her is a complete turn on.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Driving me crazy like this,” he asks.

“Every second of it, actually.”

“What would you do if I left tomorrow and you never saw me again?”

“Get some sleep. Maybe have a regular relationship with someone.”

“No one excites you like me. Your life would be boring if I weren’t here.”

That much is true, sadly. It was boring, painfully so.
“Go home, Scott.”

“No. Not until you tell me one thing.”

“I did not fuck Brett.”

“How many men since me? I just need to know.”

She stands and throws her hands in the air. “This is ridiculous, you know that. Go home.”

“Why won’t you just answer me?”

“Because it’s none of your fucking business.”

“You will always be my business, baby girl.”