by Brie Paisley
“I know, kitten,” he utters, and I know he understands what I mean. At times, I hate how demanding his job can be, but then again, he seems to enjoy his work. “I promise, it won’t always be like this.”
For a long while, we’re both silent, and I know it’s because of how much we miss each other. The one good thing about distance is that I’ve realized how much I want Weston in my life at all times. I guess, the saying that distance makes the heart grow fonder is really true.
“Kendra, listen,” he starts, getting my attention. “I should be finished with this project soon, and then, I’ll take you somewhere. Just the two of us.”
Smiling, my stomach dips with excitement. “I’d like that very much.”
“Good. I’ve got to get back, but I’ll call you later.”
“Oh,” I rush out, realizing this conversation is about to turn heated.
“What’s wrong?”
Running a hand through my hair, I really don’t want to tell him that I have to work tonight. Every single time that I mention my job, he immediately shuts down or gets angry. But the longer I put it off, the more I know he’s going to be upset about it, even though I don’t understand why.
“Kendra,” he warns in a deep voice, and I know my time for avoiding him is up.
“I have to work tonight.”
He sighs, and I wait impatiently for his reply. However, when he finally does answer me, my heart drops, hearing the utter disappointment in his voice. “You know, I don’t know what bothers me more, Kendra. The fact that you’re still working there, or the fact that you’d rather not tell me.”
Before I get a chance to respond, he claims, “How can I trust you, if you can’t be honest and open with me about your damn job?”
“Weston, I wasn’t trying--”
“I’ve got to go. I’ll call you later.”
“Weston? Weston, please,” I cry out, but then I realize, he’s already hung up the phone.
Gazing down at it, tears instantly fill my eyes, because I never wanted to keep this from him. I just know how touchy of a subject it is for us, and the last thing I want, is for him to think I’m hiding anything.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I drop my phone, and then wipe the tears off of my face. No matter how hard this is for us, I still stand by what I want to do. Yes, my job isn’t the best, but I enjoy dancing.
I’ll never let anyone control my life, especially if it’s what I want to do.
Not even the man I’m hopelessly falling in love with.
Chapter 9
Weston
The next day I decide that I can’t stay away from her any longer. My job has been very demanding lately, but she’s more important to me. I hate the way our conversations always seem to turn into arguments about her fucking job all of the time, so I need to see her, if only to stop my mind from coming up with unwanted thoughts.
I do trust her, because I’m falling in love with her.
It’s just that I can’t stand how she takes her clothes off for other men to gaze at her. She’s mine, and I’m a very possessive man. I just don’t know how to express myself without sounding like I’m trying to control her entire life. I don’t want that, and I know she doesn’t either. The problem is, how do I tell her how I feel without sounding like a demanding ass?
I haven’t figured that part out yet, but I do know that I’m going to see her.
Standing outside of her apartment, I hope she’s here, and that she’s willing to see me. I know I have a lot of demanding traits, but the last thing I want is to lose her. The distance we’ve experienced lately has shown me that I can’t be without her anymore.
Just as I raise my hand to knock on the door, my phone pings with a message. At first, I think nothing of it, until it signals again. Dropping my hand, I pull out the device, and my chest clenches, seeing Kendra’s name, and the messages she’s sent.
Kendra: I’m sorry for earlier.
Kendra: I don’t want to fight anymore.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I realize we’re both on the same page, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
With renewed confidence, I knock on the door, and a few moments later, she’s standing before me. “Wes, what are you doing here?” She asks, and it’s clear she’s surprised.
My cock jumps, as I notice her nipples, hardening underneath her tank top, and I forget all about talking. Every single time I’m around her, I’m always pulled into her captivating trance, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to break free. In the back of my mind, I know we need to talk and figure some things out, but my need to claim her again, is the only thought I have right now.
The moment she licks her lips, I’m consumed by the craving to take her, and I can’t stop myself from walking inside her home, and then, I take her by the hips. Pulling her close, her hands instantly land on my chest, as one of my hands slides up her stunning body to rest on the back of her neck.
Before she can utter a single word, I lean in, and then take her mouth.
The second our lips connect, something inside of me finally breaks free. It’s like I’ve been drowning, and now, she’s the one that gives me the ability to breathe again.
Using my tongue, I touch her lips, seeking permission to deepen our first kiss. She opens willingly, and I waste no time, as I devour her in every way that I can. All I can think about is her taste, and how much time I’ve wasted, being afraid to let her in.
I could’ve had this beautiful woman all to myself, claiming her all for my own, if I had let my walls down sooner.
Making up for lost time, I tilt her head just how I want, and then, I press my hard cock against her. She moans, as her fingers begin to dig into my chest. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I lead her towards the closest surface I stop at.
Laying her down onto the couch, I hover over her, as I continue to kiss her with abandon. I can’t seem to get enough of her, and no matter how hard and demanding I am, while kissing her, it’s like she’s feeling the same way.
Her delicate tongue seems to dance in perfect sync with mine, and I know she needs more, when her hips begin to rotate against me. Pushing my hips forward, she moans in my mouth, as my cock rubs against her clit. I do it again a few more times, before I can’t stand the barrier between us.
As much as I hate to break our kiss, I do, and then I order, “Stand up and then turn around.”
Kendra immediately complies, and I quickly undo the tie around my neck. Once she’s in position, I demand, “Hands behind your back.” My cock jumps once more, seeing her small hands laid out for me to bind.
She stands so still, as I use my tie to make my bonds around her wrists, and once I finish, I make sure to reward her. Leaning in close, I kiss her upper back, and then make my way down. With each kiss, I sense her need growing, and also the anticipation of what’s to come.
Making my way back up, I stop, once I reach her neck. Brushing her hair out of the way, I smirk, as she moves her head to the side, giving me room to do what I wish. Reaching up with my hand, I grab her chin, and then bring her mouth back to mine. I want more of her addictive mouth, so I take it, knowing she’ll give me what I need. The more I deepen our kiss, the more she moans, and hearing those little sexy sounds, does nothing but urge me on.
Losing the grip on my control, I jerk down her tank, exposing her gorgeous and generous breasts. I’m not gentle at all, once I take both of my hands and then cup them. I want her too much to slow down or take my time with her.
I need her like my next breath.
Using my fingers, I use them to pinch and play with her, until I know she’s had enough. Even still, I’m far from being done with her. Moving my hands down, my cock jumps, as her skin breaks out in goose bumps. She has no clue how much it pleases me that she enjoys my touch so much.
Once I reach her shorts, I pull them down, and pride flows through me, as she quickly steps out of them. I’m even more pleased, when I notice she’s not wearing panties. As I stand, I quickly
take off my shirt, and then my pants follow.
Kendra never moves an inch, as she patiently waits for my next command, and that alone makes me want to come. Pushing down my need, I direct her to lay on the couch. Using my foot, I bring the ottoman close, so that she has room, and that she’s comfortable.
For a moment, all I can do is gaze at this stunning woman laid out bare for me. Seeing her ass in the air, and her pussy so wet just for me, is making me crazed with want and need.
Running my hand up her thigh, I state, “I hope you’re ready, kitten. This isn’t going to be slow or gentle.”
Her moan lets me know she’s happy with my statement, so I reach down, and then grab a condom. Ripping the package open with my teeth, I quickly roll it down on my hard cock, and then, I hover right at her entrance. Gripping her hip with one hand, I use the other to slowly guide myself inside of her.
The moment I’m inside of her, it literally feels like coming home.
The first thrust almost makes me lose my mind.
As I take what I want, she urges me on, making me lose all sense of everything around me. The only thing that exists in this moment is her and her alone. I don’t care about the problems we have, or the ones we’ve yet to face. I don’t care that there’s a huge distance between us, because right now, all those things seem meaningless.
So, I push all of my thoughts away, and give her every single piece of me.
When I’m done with her, she’ll have all of me, even if she doesn’t realize it.
Chapter 10
Kendra
Lying in bed beside Weston, I laugh, as he talks about his new investment. The man he’s making a deal with apparently is quite the prude, and Weston is horrible at making him uncomfortable. I never knew he had such a playful side, but I realize that I’m really enjoying seeing it.
I don’t know what’s changed for him, but I’m glad it’s happened. I honestly never expected to see him outside of my door tonight, especially after our argument. I thought for sure that things were going to end badly, but then, he showed me in more ways than one, that he’s not ready to give up.
I’m not ready either.
I can’t get enough of him, and now that he’s over not kissing me, I know something about our relationship has shifted. I’m honestly not sure what’s happened to make him suddenly be so open with me, but I can’t complain. This is what I’ve wanted from him, since the moment I saw him. It seems surreal that he’s here with me now, openly kissing me at every chance he gets, and the fact that he seems at ease.
A part of me wants to ask what changed for him, but then again, I’m scared to know. I’m still worried that he’s just going through a phase, and then, he’ll revert back to his closed off self after tonight. I don’t think I can bear him shutting me out, because the way he’s being now, this is the real him.
This is the man that he hides for reasons unknown.
One thing I’ve noticed the most about Weston, is how tightly he holds onto his secrets. While I’ve learned to open up about my past and past relationships, he doesn’t. Since we’re rarely together more than a few days, I always lose my nerve to ask him anything too personal. Not to mention, I’m just happy to have him around, and bringing up the past, would most likely ruin it.
He’s shown me more than once that I can’t talk about certain things. I wish he wasn’t so unsupportive, when it comes to my job, which is another reason why I hate talking about it. I hate the way his eyes glaze over in anger, or the fact his entire body turns tense, even though he tries so hard to hide it.
“Where did you go?” He asks sweetly, as he caresses my cheek.
Glancing away, I feel my face flush, because I hadn’t realized that I’ve been zoned out this entire time. “Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind.”
Looking up, I gaze into his warm, brown eyes, wondering if I should risk talking to him about what’s on my mind. I really want to, but I’m so afraid at the same time. I don’t want to lose him, because without him, it feels like my entire world is ending. I’m barely hanging on as it is with the distance between us, so I can’t take anymore separation.
As his thumb traces across my cheek, my heart swells with so much love for him. I’ve never loved someone as much as I’m falling for him, and it’s so terrifying. Knowing how deep my feelings run, I realize that he could hurt me in the worst way possible.
“I have an idea,” he starts, and I shake away my fears and reservations about us. “Why don’t you come back with me tomorrow?”
I frown, as I ask, “Do you mean to Tennessee?”
He smirks, and then brushes my hair back, as he claims, “Yes, I would like you to see my home, and learn more about me.”
Thinking over his offer, it sounds so tempting. However, I have work to think of, because even if I hate the place, I still need the job. Right as I’m about to give him an answer, he adds, “It’ll only be for a few days, so you won’t miss work.”
“How did you know that’s what I was thinking about?”
“I know you better than you think, kitten.”
Feeling playful, I glance down at his luscious lips, and then ask, “Is that so?”
“It is,” he huskily says, and then leans over to leave a kiss on my lips. He stays close, tempting me to reach forward for more, as he demands, “Say yes, Kendra.”
So lost in lust, I can’t seem to think, much less form a sentence. Weston uses my silence to his advantage, as he quickly moves on top of me, and then pushes my arms up above my head. The motion causes my breath to leave my lungs, seeing the hunger staring back at me. My entire body is suddenly alive, and it feels like it’s burning from the inside out.
That’s what he does to me with just one look.
As he grinds his already hard cock into my clit, I let a moan escape, as he commands, “Tell me yes, kitten.” I’m on the verge of giving him what he wants, but before I do, he reaches down with one hand, and then grabs my chin. His grip isn’t hard at all, but he suddenly has my full attention, which is what he’s intending on. “Say yes, and I promise, you won’t regret it.”
God, his demanding voice is sending me into overdrive, and I swear his voice alone could make me orgasm. As if he already knows I’m about to give in, he hovers over my mouth, and the second I utter the three letter word he wants to hear, he kisses me, until I’m left with nothing but desire for him.
Glancing down, I smile, seeing how Weston has yet to let my hand go. The moment the plane landed, he’s been so attentive, and he’s always making sure to touch me. I like knowing everyone we pass knows that he’s mine, and that I’m his.
Not only that, but he seems so at ease now that he’s back home. Every time I look at him, I’m rewarded with a dazzling smile, and I’m dangerously close to becoming addicted to seeing it.
However, the most shocking is when we reach his home.
It’s a two-story modern home, and the outside is utterly gorgeous. I never knew he had such a taste for landscape, and it’s clear he’s proud of it. The inside is just as impressive, and he lets me wonder around, as I take in his home.
As I stop inside of the huge kitchen, I feel him come up behind me. His arms wrap around my waist, and I lean against him, loving how it feels to be in his arms. It’s safe and warm, and not to mention, an overwhelming sense of love flows through me. I honestly don’t know how deep his feelings for me run, but I have an idea about it.
“What do you think?”
Turning my head, I glance up at the stunning man, holding me close, as I state, “I love it here. It seems like you.”
He smirks, and then, he leans in close to leave a tender kiss on my lips. As he pulls away, he states, “Just wait, until you see my playroom.”
The tone of his voice tells me all I need to know.
We’re going to have a lot of fun in that room, and I absolutely can’t wait.
The past few days have literally been the best time I’ve had in a long time. Weston always has something fun
and exciting planned for us, and I fear he’s spoiling me in more ways than one. Every night, he takes me to a new place, so that I can get the full experience of Tennessee.
Dinners, movies, and even listening to the beautiful music, has made me fall more in love with not only the alluring man, but the city as well. Most of the time, I find myself thinking about how it would be to live here with him, and I have to catch myself from thinking about any hope for our future. I’ve lived in Seattle my entire life, and it’s shocking that I’m willing to give up that life to be with him.
Tonight, Weston has shown me he has yet another skill that I wasn’t aware of.
Standing still in the dining area of his home, my eyes widen, seeing the food he’s prepared for us. Watching him closely, as he walks towards me, his gaze holds mine, and my stomach clenches, because I know what that look means. My sudden craving for food is instantly replaced with something a bit darker, and he smirks, as if he already knows where my mind is at.
“Come, let’s eat,” he claims, and I shake my head, trying to push my needs down for the moment.
As I take a seat to his left, I state, “I had no idea you knew how to cook like this.” Looking at the spread of food, it seems like he cooked for a large party, or even a Thanksgiving dinner.
He chuckles, and then says, “I’m a man of many traits.”
Letting out a laugh, I can’t deny that at all. It seems the more I’m around him, the more he lets me in. It’s a nice change, and I hope we keep moving forward. Even if we haven’t had the much-needed conversation about where this relationship is going, I know this is the right step.
So, it’s not surprising at all that the conversation between us is easy, and we talk about everything. He’s so easy to talk to about normal and everyday things, and especially, about his work. When he talks about his projects, his eyes light up with excitement that I’ve also noticed in the bedroom, too. I get the sense he’s proud of his accomplishments, and in a way, I’m proud of him, too. Not only is he my Dom, but he’s becoming more than that.