FATED (22 page)

Thirty-One

Alex

I could hear by the way she was talking, the fast pace as
she gabbled to get it all out to me, that things were not good back at the house.

But then, when the fuck are they?

A deep resonating, loud sigh left my mouth. I shut the door to the gym and tried to sit down to hear her out. It was no good; I reassumed my normal fucking pacing stride. At least now the door was closed behind me I could at the very least respond to her. I knew I shouldn’t have tried to come away, this so called fucking Thanksgiving. It was a stupid forced decision, but I wanted Frankie. I was fucking adamant that neither of those butt wipes were going to have her. I had never very been good at denying myself, well not for long and I needed her all the time, desperately.

My body started to break into a cold sweat.

‘Right... yeah got it.’ I slowly but determinedly kicked out at the metal of one of the machines, in front of where I had stopped to think, tapping it hard enough with my bare foot to feel a modicum of pain. It kept me focused.

‘They’re leaving him alone though, aren’t they?’ She answered my question. I started to realise that all my shit was about to hit the fan. ‘How the hell did they find out?’ I became conscious that my pulse was rising. I struggled to remain calm, I needed to focus otherwise I would upset her more.

‘I can’t come back tomorrow,’ I made my voice gentler now in a bid to calm her down. ‘I’ll cut short my business though and I’ll be back on Saturday.’

‘Yeah... I’m working,’ I heard myself lie. I couldn’t believe how fucking easily this shit fell out of my mouth.

She talked a bit more. I could hear now, that she was starting to calm down. Her voice was starting to lose its anxious desperation.

‘No, of course not. Tell Scotty I’ll be back on Saturday; tell him we’ll sort it all out on Saturday. Tell him he doesn’t need to panic.’

She answered in reply.

‘Of course you can always call me, you know I am always here... of course I do... Yeah that’s right other people are around.’ I took a quick fleeting look around the empty room.

‘Ok, see you Saturday... I won’t call you as I’ll be busy with work... Yeah, bye.’

This was going to take every bit of my control. I didn’t move immediately, willing my pulse to calm down. I was clenching and unclenching my fists. My body language must be screaming tense. I used the shower room next to the gym to rinse off my face. As I patted it dry my gaze lifted to the mirror above the sink, I sure as hell didn’t like the fucking reflection in it. I raised my fist in anger, smashing it on the mirror. The pent up aggravation started to leave.

‘Well done Jabby,’ I spoke to myself now, ‘how the fuck, are you going to explain that?’

Thirty-Two

Frankie

The warmth of the fireball drink was slowly spreading th
rough my veins. I could hear myself gently sighing and I relaxed even more into the well worn leather behind me. We had all decided to sit on the floor, to one side of the log burner. Rugs and huge cushions had been moved to provide more comfort. Nathan was stretched out with his head on Bella’s lap. I watched her playing with the longer messy strands of his hair, between her fingers.

The windows were showing that once again it was lightly snowing and at this moment in time everything felt right. We just needed Alex to return and our game could commence. Nathan had got an empty beer bottle to use as the pointer. I just hoped that the questions weren’t going to get too personal.

I knew Bella well!

I heard him before I saw him, or did I feel him coming towards me? I wasn’t sure which. Finally he appeared in the doorway. He shot us all a quick smile. I could see it but it was the sort of smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, it was a flat, fake smile.

‘Just gotta sort out my hand guys, sorry to keep you waiting.’ He walked towards the kitchen area and opened one of the wall cupboards. I pushed myself up and walked over.

‘Can I help?’

He looked at me but didn’t answer for a few seconds.

‘I lost my temper... I know I fucking shouldn’t have, but I lost it anyway.’ I looked down to see his bloodied knuckles, being presented in front of me.

‘It stings like fuck... but at least I didn’t smash the mirror I hit.’

‘What the bloody hell happened for you to lose your temper and hit a mirror?’ I questioned. ‘The phone call was from Ruby, wasn’t it?’

His undamaged hand came up and ran through his hair. ‘Yeah it was... just some trouble with a bit of business we’re dealing with at the moment.’ He paused and took a breath. ‘She was just keeping me updated.’

I gazed up now after rinsing off his knuckles and wrapping clean gauze over them. I loved looking into his eyes. But looking now, it would seem something had shifted, I couldn’t tell what, but it was almost like a door had been shut as the light no longer reflected in them. The sparkle had gone. I could only presume it had something to do with him losing his temper.

‘Come on, let’s go and play,’ he said as he put his hand out and ran his fingers down my spine. I was so in tune with his body that the slightest of touches such as this made me begin to ache for him. He steered me using his good hand towards where the other two were reclined. After he sat down, I watched as he opened his legs into a V. Alex pulled me down in between them and I laid myself back against his hard muscular chest. One of his arms came and wrapped itself around me, holding me to him tightly. He exhaled the breath that he had obviously been holding for a while; I felt his taut body begin to relax.

‘Right Ok... So truth or dare then... Yes?’ Bella questioned.

We all muttered our hesitant agreement. She sat up and pushed Nathan’s head off her lap with the sudden movement, such was her excitement; probably due to her investigative journalism tendencies. I could feel a smile spread on my face and I lightly shook my head at her over exuberance.

‘Well it’s my game... So I say who goes first.’ She didn’t ask the question, she just stated it as a fact. ‘Frankie my gorgeous babe, it’s you, you’re the youngest, spin the bottle.’ I leant forward and spun the bottle, silently praying it wouldn’t turn to me.  My luck held and it landed on Nathan. He didn’t even baulk as we began our onslaught of questions.

As the evening wore on, more shots were drunk in dares and the questions began to get more revealing. They started with things like who was your first kiss, gaining momentum up to who was or is your best lay. I began to have the piss taken out of me something awful when most of my answers came back to Alex. My life, it seemed, had been much more sheltered than anyone else’s. The bottle didn’t seem to land on Alex nearly as much as I wanted. Finally my eyes were drooping in tiredness, or I suppose it could have been the amount of fireball I’d had to consume.

‘Ok so last round then guys,’ Bella spun the bottle again and it landed on Alex.

‘Ok you’ve been avoiding truth most of the evening so I vote you don’t get a choice now.’ I felt him tense slightly underneath my body.

‘So it’s quite evident to me,’ she winked at me in a drunken sort of way... so drunk it seems the little wink she offered me turned into more of a tic. I had, I hoped, a discreet little chuckle behind my shot glass. When she was like this it wasn’t good to wind her up. ‘You Blackmore boys are a little dominant,’ she looked pleased with herself in her ability to read people.

‘Darlin... you don’t say,’ Nathan grinned at Bella. She however was in her stride and it didn’t even remotely cause her to stutter.

‘So this question goes to Alex first and then to you, Nate,’ Nathan slugged back a mouthful of beer and grinned again.

‘Alex what’s the most effective piece of equipment you have used, in your role as a dominant lover?’ The question was so direct I felt if I looked at her, I might find she had brought out her notebook and pen, with which to take notes.

‘Ermm... well... I would say any length of fabric,’ he answered.

‘Oh... OK. Not quite what I was expecting and now you, Nate... Same question, although I know some of the answers already, don’t I?’

I closed my eyes now and shook my head. She was funny when she was a little bit pissed.

‘Well, darlin... yeah you do, but the best piece of equipment I like to use is my Harley Davidson.’ I watched her bend her head down over Nathan now and start to whisper to him. He in turn caught hold of her shoulders and pulled her down to him firmly and they started to kiss.

‘Time to go, Frankie.’ I felt his voice in my ear, more than heard it. We begun to stand and made our way to the staircase. We left the two of them kissing on the floor. They seemed totally oblivious to our departure.

Our bedroom was lit only by the fire that was gently burning in the log burner; it filled the room with a warm glow. The night was dark and cloudy and it had been snowing on and off all day. Still nothing much to write home about, but it made the scenery outside even more special. I heard the click of the bedroom door behind me and I slowly turned around to see Alex leaning against it with his arms folded. He lifted his eyes up from my feet; taking in, it seemed every part of my body, until they finally reached my eyes. Whatever part of me his eyes came in contact with, my blood rushed to. I felt the flush of heat consume all of me. I smiled at him shyly, I didn’t know why I still felt shy in front of him but his perusal always made me feel the same way.

‘I need to be in control tonight, Frankie... if that’s not something you are comfortable with, just say and... I’ll... I’ll just hold you.’ His eyes stared deep into mine.

‘I can try,’ left my mouth. I was so confident in my answer, I didn’t even think once, let alone twice.  I trusted him implicitly. I could see this was something he needed. I always wanted to be the person he turned to in the future.

‘I won’t hurt you, you know that don’t you?’ I nodded in agreement.

‘But I will push your limits,’ I nodded again.

‘I need the words, Frankie,’ his voice deepened.

‘Yes... I know you won’t hurt me.’ I watched, frozen to the spot as he slowly peeled himself away from the closed door, his arms falling to his sides as he prowled towards me.

Finally he was standing an arm’s length away from me. I was watching his broad chest inhale deeply over and over again. It was almost hypnotic. Watching his eyes close as he took in my scent. My skin broke out in goose bumps, the hair on my body stood on end. He didn’t have to touch me or even talk to me; such was his command over me. His eyes opened again alight with fiery amber flashes, as he took on his different guise. His tongue came out fleetingly to wet his lips.

‘Strip,’ he nodded at me.

Slowly and probably very clumsily I started to remove my clothes in front of him. I could see he took in every button I released; he was watching every push down movement and every shimmy I tried to add in, in order to try to put on a bit of a show in front of him. Finally after watching his face come alight at the removal of some of my clothes, I felt the courage to strip off my sweatshirt with a bit of a flourish. I threw it down to the floor and shook out my long hair, and peered up at him.

‘You are beautiful, baby... just beautiful.’ I observed how he twitched his fingers in the anticipation of touching my bare skin; it gave me confidence holding this small piece of power over him.

‘Lie down on the bed, on your back.’

I did so. There were no pleases just simply instructions.

‘Arms and legs stretched open wide.’ His voice had increased in strength, not volume but in potency.

I placed myself into the X position I knew he wanted and closed my eyes briefly. Listening to him move around the bed, I heard a loud and sudden rip, somewhat startled I opened my eyes to find him pulling voile away from the bed. I gasped and his eyes darted to mine. He lifted his finger to my lips to ‘sssshh’ my protest and he continued to shred the fabric with his bare hands. My arms and legs were quickly tied to the bed posts and he stood at the end of the bed admiring his handy work. I checked each limb to feel the bindings on them. They weren’t uncomfortable or even too tight, much to my surprise. They did however hold me firmly in the position he wanted, open and available.  I watched as he removed the T-shirt from his torso. His sweat shorts were tented at the front showing his very obvious arousal. All too slowly he made his way to my feet, dramatically dropping to his knees on the floor. Although my head was lifted up and away from the pillows, I could only really see the top of his head and eyes, but it was enough. His eyes spoke volumes to me. My pounding heart was starting to relax.

‘You have no idea how much you intoxicate me, do you?’

‘The scent of your arousal and the citrus orange you wear haunts me day and night.’

‘Look at you, baby, tied up for me and only for fucking me, at my mercy.’

His long arms began to run up the inside of my thighs and I could hear myself gasping at the sensations his calloused fingertips created inside me. My legs instinctively pulled against their restraints. Completely bound and out of control, my gasps had turned into moans. I felt the bed dip as his hands left my thighs. He opened the lips of my pussy with his now out stretched fingers. I lifted my head once again to take in the view of him as he leant up on his elbows. I watched entranced as those heart shaped lips blew on my clit, and I shuddered as his breath connected with my flesh.

‘You are so wet for me, Frankie... I can see it running out of you... I plan to lap up all of your juices.’ His head dipped then and he licked from my anus all the way up and over my hard bud of a clit, in one long continuous sweep. The feeling was so intense the nerve endings all over my body sprung to life. His head lifted to look at me again. ‘You are fucking exquisite,’ he licked his lips just to reinforce what he was saying.

He left the bed again and I heard the balcony door open. What he was doing I didn’t know but I felt the freezing draft blow over my already very sensitive skin. The door closed and Alex came back.  I looked at him as he neared the edge of the bed. He was carrying two handfuls of snow.

‘Close your eyes.’ I did what he asked. I couldn’t remember being more compliant in all of my life.

But I want him, all of him and I want all he is willing to give to me.

The first drip of the melting snow hit my closed mouth and it ran straight to the corner. It then continued its path, dripping onto my shoulder. Strangely it almost felt like I was being burnt by it, such was the change in temperature on my overly sensitive flesh. I moaned out loud.

‘More?’ he questioned, I nodded my head, enthusiastically. He slowly dripped more of the melting snow and I quickly flicked out my tongue and then took it deep into my mouth. I heard him growl beside me.

So this didn’t just affect me then?

He ran the snow all the way down to my nipples and from the sensations they were receiving he had crunched the snow together to make ice. The ice was being run around and around both hardened nipples at the same time. The feeling was so immense I could feel myself pulling against all four pieces of the voile at the same time; my body was writhing with the movement. It was killing me that all I could feel was the ice on my body. He wasn’t even near enough to touch; I could feel no heat radiating from him at all. My nipples were almost numb when suddenly he flicked them both at the same time.

‘Oh fuck!’ The initial shock and pain caused me to attempt to sit up. The pain quickly ebbed away and the pleasure flowed fast from my nipples, along every nerve ending I had.

‘Lay back and close your eyes.’ He quickly sucked up one of my nipples into his warm mouth, the other nipple was also receiving warm attention, from what I wasn’t sure, but once again I was going from slight pain to deep, deep pleasure. Alex really knew what he was doing sucking, biting, licking and flicking. His ministrations were creating a ball of fire in my gut. I began to moan as my pussy started to convulse.

Surely he can’t be making me come with just his mouth on my nipples?

All at once the feelings he was producing on my rock hard nipples set in motion a reaction between my thighs. If only he would just touch me once, just once on my clit, I knew I would explode. 

‘Please, Alex...’

‘Please... Touch me. I need you to touch me.’ I could hear the desperation in my voice.

He released my nipple at once from his mouth. It made a resounding pop as it was let go.

‘Silence,’ he demanded.

He moved, positioning his now naked self over me. I could feel the heat emanating from his skin. I needed to run my hands over him as he lay on top of me. I wanted to pull him closer to me. It felt almost requisite that our bodies should be connected; it was the most severe torture.

I could smell him, his masculine scent and his cologne all mixed together, like some addictive drug. He was my drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. He wasn’t stimulating me at all, in the traditional sense of the word, but just being near him, being able to smell him, was keeping me right on the edge of an orgasm.

I heard the rip of the condom packet. That and his sudden movement informed me that I was just about to be put out of my misery. He entered me at once and immediately stilled, filling my convulsing pussy. With just that one simple thrust of stimulation I came all over him. I squeezed my eyes together tightly trying to regain some control over my body.

‘Open your eyes, baby,’ I heard him demand of me.

That was my mistake; this wasn’t my body to control, but his. The pleasure I felt was coursing through my muscles and nerves in waves. So strong was the surge, I considered for a brief time that it would never stop. As I began to come down from my high I looked down at our bodies together. The only parts of us that were touching were my pussy and his cock and I knew that was also deliberate. He winked at me and my heart leapt. He withdrew from me slowly, and gently, so not to hurt my still fluttering walls. After taking off the condom he literally dived in between my legs. Everything waist down became alive once again as he lapped at me and pushed his tongue in just the right way, and in no time at all I could hear myself screaming out his name.

‘ALEX...ALEX...YES, YES...YES...’

As I began to descend once again his very talented tongue entered me and he licked up every trace of my orgasm, he growled and groaned whilst doing so. ‘You are so tight, baby, so fucking tight.’

I was really tired now and my limbs began to ache in their fixed position. ‘Alex untie me, please.’ I lifted my head and took in the fact he was laying prone on one of my thighs.

He moved his head and looked at me, ‘Uncomfortable, baby?’

‘Yes, I’m just starting to cramp up.’ He moved quickly once he heard and started to remove the ties from the bed posts, but not my limbs. I raised my eyebrows in question at him. He just smirked at me, giving me his answer without verbalising. I knew he hadn’t allowed himself to come, so it was fairly obvious he hadn’t finished with me yet. He rubbed all of my limbs and they began to slowly come back to life. He leant his head down to mine and started to kiss me; instinctively I placed my hands around his neck, in order to pull him closer.

‘Let go,’ he stopped kissing me and I once again had to relinquish my control and hand it back to him by removing my arms from around his neck. This instantly meant I was rewarded as he started to kiss me once more.

Really his kisses should be bottled and sold. He puts every bloody thing he has into them.