Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2) (22 page)

"Oh, Master."

"Good slut." His tongue flicked my ear. "We
should at least clear the table so I can spread you out on it."

"Or...." I assembled the words in my head before I
continued. "Master, will you take me out on the patio?"

His gaze drifted over my shoulder to the sunny stone patio. Two-story
homes lined each side of the large backyard, but a tall privacy fence blocked
most of the view, and only the mountains stood behind his house.
"Excellent idea, slut. I'm surprised you asked."

"I still get off to the fantasy you used to make me come
in the alley."

"The one about your hotel room balcony...? Tell me what
you liked about it." He took my hand and led me out into the early evening
sun.

"I liked the idea of being naked outdoors. It's so warm
here." A light wind stirred his hair. "I want to feel that mountain
breeze on my bare skin."

"Then you have my permission to take off your clothes
and enjoy the Colorado summer."

Interesting how he both approved and instructed with the
same sentence. No rope necessary.

He relaxed in a wrought iron chair while I toyed with the
buttons on my blouse. A car door slammed and voices carried on the wind.

What the hell am I thinking?
I backed into a shadow
and crossed my arms. "I can't do this in daylight."

"But you want to."

I shook my head.

"Stripping in the sunshine, surrounded by open
windows... anyone could be watching. Does that frighten you?"

"Yes."

"Is your pussy wet?"

I could've said yes without checking, but I eased my skirt
up and snuck my finger between my lower lips, keeping watch on the house next
door the whole time. "Dripping."

"Tell me what you need to feel bold."

No need to check, no need to dip my finger in. I knew.
"I need to be understood."

A perceptive smile twisted his lips and he stared straight
into my soul, seeing things I preferred to keep hidden. "You cheated on
Will because your craving for freedom drove you to take the risk. We had
boundaries, but that illusion shattered when we kept secrets from each other. Now
you have a chance to experience real freedom under my protection. All you have
to do is open that button."

The faux pearl slipped from my shaking fingers. "I need
help... from you."

"Yes, you do, so I'll indulge you." He stood and
pulled me into the light with him. "Do you want me to strip you?"

"Yes, Master."

"In the sunlight, facing all those windows?"

"Please, Master."

He grabbed my thin silk blouse and shredded it, sending
buttons skittering across stone, then yanked my skirt down, popping the zipper
as it stretched over my hips. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, plundering
my mouth while he unhooked my bra and dropped it.

As I squeezed my damp thighs together, trembling naked in
the open air, Alex sat down. I pulled my arms tight to my sides, fighting the
urge to cover my breasts, and closed my eyes as if that would keep anyone else
from seeing my nudity.

"Enjoy this, slut."

A quiet gust of wind blew my hair across my bare shoulders
and my nipples perked as the sun touched them. I stretched my arms out and
tipped my head back, exposing my naked body to nature in the safety of his
attentive gaze. I spread my feet apart and let the breeze tickle my vulnerable
clit.

"Beautiful." He shifted, adjusting his tightening
pants. "Get on your knees and suck my dick, slut."

"Yes, Master."

I knelt at his feet and unzipped his pants. "May I take
off your shirt?"

"Not yet."

I'm naked, he's not. I'm exposed to the whole fucking
world and he's... completely in control.
A hot shiver rattled my spine as I
bent over his upright cock and sucked it in. He groaned as I licked him, and
his muscles went slack as his body submitted to me.
That's right. Who's in charge
now?

He grabbed my hair and thrust his cock deeper.
Yes,
Master. You are.
My urge to resist fled as he fucked my mouth. I stroked
his balls and he moaned. His hold on my hair loosened, and I licked the length
of his shaft.

"You're such a good slut." He rubbed my head and
grabbed the ponytail, sending a helpless thrill to my pussy as he yanked me
back.

"Oh God! I love that."
I love you, Alex. Do I
need his permission to tell him?

He pulled me to my feet and set me on the glass and iron
table, using my bound hair to drag me down beneath him. "This is better
than a rope."

I pulled at his buttons. "Take your clothes off."

"What?"

"Damn it."

"Roll over."

My ass rose up to his waiting hand as I turned. He stroked
me like before, preparing my skin for his punishment, and the slap came
unexpectedly, stinging my butt as my nipples pebbled against the glass.
Oh
God, I like this too much. What will he do if I disobey?

"May I turn over?"

"Yes." He patted my burning bottom.

I rolled onto my back. "Will you take your clothes
off?"

He tossed his shirt aside, but left his pants hanging loose
from his hips. He bent over me, kissing my naked body as I spread out on the
table.

"Will you lick my pussy?"

"Mmm... patience, slut." He pulled the chair
closer and sat down, nibbling on my thighs. He teased me on the sun-warmed
glass, kissing my legs, nipping my butt, licking my needy flesh, but avoiding
my smoldering clit. Embers flared but fizzled out short of igniting. A sudden
breeze tickled my nipples, adding to my torment.

I slid my fingers between my legs and stroked myself.

Alex moved my hand. "Don't touch."

"I need your tongue right here, damn it!" I
grabbed his head and shoved his face between my legs.
He'll punish me for
this.

Iron scraped stone as he wrestled free and slapped my thighs
together. "You'll get it when I think you're ready, slut." He sat
back and attempted to fix his messed-up hair while he caught his breath.

He's stalling, making me wait for the consequences.

But he smiled and pulled the chair close and nudged my knees
apart.

I closed my eyes and waited as he thrust his tongue into my
hot pussy, circling my clit and then sucking it. The embers roared to life as
flames licked my body, melting my core from the inside out. "Oh God,
Yes!"

The chair slammed to the ground as he jumped up and rammed
his cock into me while I was still coming. Thick, flowing waves of molten heat
spilled over me, one after another as he pounded again and again. His loose
belt buckle spanked my ass with every vicious thrust.

He fell on top of me, crushing my breasts under his sweaty
chest. "When you come, you'll scream 'Oh Master, yes'."

"Will I?"
I love defying him!

He stood and righted the chair, then sat down and pulled me
onto his lap, facing the line of houses next door as he impaled me with his
relentless cock.

I fell back against his chest as he grabbed my neck and
forced my thighs apart with his knees, holding me breathless and exposed. My
body stiffened as I stared at the fence, searching for any movement, any sign
someone might see us.

"Close your eyes." His fingers curled around my
throat. "I'll keep watch."

Under my protection.
Alex took responsibility for our
safety, my shelter, so I could experience the freedom I longed for.
That's
why I need him.

I closed my eyes and let go of my fear. My body melted over
him like the mountain snow under the summer sun.

He took my hand and guided it between our spread legs.
"Follow my touch." He caressed my clit, and then I joined him, both
of us stroking me while I rode him. Liquid heat trickled over my skin. His
breath rasped harsh and ragged in my ear. A door slammed close by, but his cock
slammed inside me, shutting out everything but us and our twisted love.

Can I keep Will in, too?

My eyes squeezed tight as our fingers fought for contact
with my clit. I surrendered, unable to fight off the surging force of pleasure.
"Oh mmm!" I grabbed the armrests and held tight. "Oh... Oh,
Master! Yes, yes, yes!"

Alex's body wrapped around mine, shielding us as we came
together, came hard. "Holy fuck." He leaned on my back and gasped.
"You're amazing."

"Thank you, Master."

I felt him smile on my skin. "My pleasure, slut."

"Aren't you going to punish me?"

He sighed and helped me to stand. "Yeah, I need to take
care of that."

I bent at the waist and wiggled my bare ass.

"No. Get dressed. I'm taking you back to your
hotel."

***

I didn't say a single word to him all the way back to my
room. Not one. Single.
Fucking.
Word.

Alex unlocked my door and stood back like an idiot
gentleman, gesturing for me to enter first. "Please?"

Yeah, you'd better not turn your back to me.
I walked
in and chucked my purse into the chair he headed toward.

"All right." He stood beside the bed and tugged at
his collar. "I'm sorry."

I huffed my hair out of my eyes and examined my fingernails.

"I told you if you deliberately disobeyed, I'd take
away something you wanted. I couldn't think in the moment, so I came up with
this afterward."

Damn, I need a manicure.

"You agreed to this." He wrapped his fingers
around my curled fist and pushed it down, but I still didn't look at him.
"Will you talk to me, please?"

When I lifted my gaze to meet his, he actually took a step
back. "Oh, we'll talk. What the hell do you think you're doing,
Master
?"
Sarcasm practically dripped from my tongue. "Deny me something I want. I
get that. You could've made me wait to come, or not let me come at all, but
instead you throw me out of your bed as soon as you finish with me—"

"Off the back patio, actually."

"I'm
talking
here!"

"Got it."

Wait... where was I going with this?
"Or give me
a real spanking!"

He half-smiled as if holding back an inappropriate laugh. "You're
not supposed to enjoy being punished. Punishment is supposed to teach you something."
He emphasized his words as if explaining the concept to a particularly
dim-witted client.

"And just what the hell am I supposed to learn?"

He paced beside the bed in his thoughtful prosecutor pose,
one hand on his hip and the other alternately scratching his chin and rubbing
the back of his neck. If he'd been wearing his jacket, it would've hung open,
flowing as he paced, keeping twelve rapt jurors hanging on his every word.
"The purpose of our experiment tonight was to test your boundaries."
He stopped and prompted me, the one witness who could swing the verdict in his
favor. "You told me you needed consequences to help you obey rules."

Guilty.
"Yes,
help
. Not a boot out the
door."

"My hand to your ass didn't make much of an impression.
I thought denying you my presence would be more effective."

His presence?
"What kind of a warped power trip
are you on? You love making me suffer!"

He dropped the attorney act. "This isn't fun for me
either! I wanted to spend the night with you, sleep with you in my arms."
Alex tried to play the good boyfriend, pulling me close to comfort me.

But I wrestled free and darted to the other side of the bed.
"Then find another way to punish me."

"No. I won't back down."

"Neither will I." We stared at each other, arms
crossed, lips firm. The big king bed stood between us.
Oh, the fucking
symbolism.
"This experiment failed. I can't deal with so many
rules."

"You're right. The last thing we need is a complicated
relationship. Let's keep it simple. No more investigating."

"So what do we do?"

"What we've always done—fuck everything up but keep
coming back." He ran his hands through his hair. "We mistreat each
other but somehow...."

"We work in spite of our mistakes." I let out a
breath and walked around the end of the bed, reaching for his outstretched
hand. "Damn it, why do you understand me so well?"

"That's my job, baby." He grinned and pulled me
into his arms as he stepped around the corner. "You told me I was worth
the trouble. Am I?" He cupped my face with his strong hands, compelling
not just an answer, but the truth.

"Yes." The word escaped my lips without my
control, the tight rein I'd kept on my heart yanked from my grasp and flailing
away. "I love you, Alex. You're no good for me, but you're what I want,
what I need."
Danger with a man who grounds me.
The need I couldn't
explain to Scott made perfect sense. "You're the man who can let me get
wild...."
All I'm missing is security.

"Talia...." Alex crushed me into his chest,
trapping my breath on his lips as he owned me with his kiss. That one kiss
possessed my body along with my runaway heart and every dark corner of my
twisted soul. "You love me?"

"Is that all you heard?"

"Pretty much, yeah." He laughed as his lips
touched mine. "I love you, and this time... I want to. Oh hell, I've
always wanted to love you...," he slid his fingers under my loose ponytail
and grabbed my hair by the roots, "...make you mine."

The urge to surrender every wild impulse, every crazy
passion to him nearly drove me to my knees, but his entangled fingers kept me
close to his heart, bound to him not by rope or coercion, but by choice—my
choice.

We sealed the deal with a kiss that started out pure
lips-on-lips, but quickly dissolved into a hands-on-skin, skirt-on-the-floor,
fuck-me-now-damn-it
roll on the bed.

He twisted my bound hair around his fist and pulled my head
back. "I've never seen your hair like this. It's hot. You should wear a
ponytail more often."