Love My Way

by Bridget Midway

  “Thank you for your comments.” He didn’t want to tell her that she was right even though she was. He would save that for afterward.

  Sunny bowed her head and stood. Before leaving, she faced Eagan again. “Seems you have a soft spot for the wounded. Hemingway, Tony—”

  “Thank you for your answer. Apple, show Sunny out, please.” Eagan gritted his teeth. He wasn’t about to sit and have this stranger evaluate his life like some third-rate shrink.

  Hemingway was a great writer. Tony was a talented man. His mother and brother were fine without him. Sunny was just a contestant on a reality show. And she had him pegged.

  The last contestant stood at the doorway. Begonia. In her four-inch stilettos, she swayed toward him. Now, her body he loved. Her strong legs appeared sculpted and carved. Her long neck stemmed gracefully from the top of her dress. Even her plump lips enamored him.

  She waited for him to give her permission to sit down. She was learning and very quickly at that.

  “Last one. I hope you were paying attention.” Eagan stared at her to see her reaction.

  A slight smile curled at the corner of her mouth like she knew a secret. “I’ll do my best.”

  He opened his mouth to ask the final question, and she cut him off.

  “Are you going to ask me about the kitchen?”

  Eagan bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. “Is the kitchen the area where you do your best work?”

  Her smile widened. “So I’ve been told.” She crossed her long legs.

  “What kind of refrigerator do I have?” The question was basic, but it was all a head-game. He brought up the refrigerator to remind her of where he’d found her early that morning.

  “Sub Zero.” She nodded her head as though she’d answered the question correctly.

  Eagan’s shoulders relaxed. How could she have missed this?

  “Thank you. You can go back to the living room with the other contestants.” He looked away from her.

  “That wasn’t the right answer?” She slowed in getting up.

  “I’ll let you know along with the other ladies.”

  “No, please, tell me now. I’m right, aren’t I?”

  He stared at her. Something in his stare must have communicated his thoughts.

  She sighed and leaned her head back. “I thought for sure that was the right answer.”

  “I’ll confirm if you’re right or wrong when I go out to the living room. There will only be one winner.”

  Begonia stood and sauntered back to the doorway. Eagan had almost forgotten the low back on the dress she wore. Her dark honey skin glowed, making him want to lick her all over.

  She turned at the doorway, waited a beat, and stormed back to him. In his face, she panted.

  “Black Outhouse Hollyhock,” she began. “That’s your favorite flower. Sechung oolong tea is what you drink when you read. Frida Kahlo’s “Frida By The Gulf” is the painting in your bathroom. Your front door comes from an old church in Spain that was destroyed. Your dungeon is on the second floor in case your house ever gets flooded. The first car you ever bought was a 1965 Lotus Roadster that you still drive. The three fruit-bearing trees you have on your property are apple, pear, and fig. Your favorite fish to catch is the catfish although you prefer deep-sea fishing. And none of your guest bedrooms have a TV because you want to encourage your guests to read and write.”

  With each right answer, Eagan’s cock rose.

  “If Sunny would have shared her question with me, I probably could have answered that, too. Just because I didn’t know the one answer, doesn’t mean I don’t know you.” She spun around and stormed out of the dining room.

  “Damn, she was good. She’s winning the reward challenge, right?” Phil asked after he made one camera follow her out.

  Eagan bolted from his chair. “You’ll find out along with the rest of them.”

  “Damn it, E.”

  “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

  Eagan strolled to the living room once his raging hard-on subsided. One of two things would have to happen soon. He would either have to get rid of Begonia or fuck her. Either decision would do him in.

  He stood before the throng of women scattered about his living room.

  “Ladies, please line up for Master Eagan,” Apple said. Willow stood on the other side of Eagan, always with a smile.

  “Time for the announcement of the winner for this challenge.” Tony stepped forward. “Did you like what you heard from the women?”

  Eagan volleyed his attention from one end to the other. “Quite frankly, no, I didn’t.”

  Every woman frowned, especially Begonia.

  “I was hoping that a lot more women would have paid attention to what they were learning about me and my home. I was shocked to see such disregard for the information given.” Again, starting from Lily, he meandered down the line, staring each woman in her eyes. “Some of you guessed at your answers hoping to get it right.”

  Pansy stared down at the floor.

  “Others didn’t even venture a guess.”

  Meadow looked close to crying with fat tears cresting on her lower lids.

  “Only two of you impressed me.” He stood in front of Venus, but looked at Sunny and Begonia. “One had her answer correct, while the other answered everyone else’s answers correctly.” He moved down to Begonia. Through her dress, he could almost see her heart beating. “Unfortunately the rules of the game were very clear. I ask you one question and you answer your question correctly.”

  Begonia pressed her full lips together in a tight line.

  “Therefore, the winner of the first challenge is Sunny. She answered her question correctly and was the only one to do so.”

  She bowed her head. “Thank you, Master Eagan.”

  He turned back to Begonia. “I’m sorry, Begonia. Although you are quite knowledgeable on different facts about me, you did not answer your own question correctly. I have a Viking refrigerator. I thought for sure you would have gotten that answer correct.”

  “Guess I was looking in the wrong place.” Begonia’s eyes narrowed. “Or maybe I was distracted.”

  Eagan raised his hand and stroked her cheek. “Distracted seems to be the appropriate answer.”

  He brought his hand down and walked to Sunny. With her small smile and hands behind her, she looked happy. Appropriate, but happy.

  “For your reward, Sunny, you’ll be fitted with a custom leather and silk corset tailored specifically for you.”

  Her eyes widened. “Thank you so much, Master Eagan.”

  “Come with me. You and I will eat dinner alone tonight.” He glanced at Begonia. “The rest of you will eat in the kitchen where you ate last night. Be prepared for tomorrow.” He waited a beat before speaking again. “One of you will go home.” Then stared at Begonia.

  No matter how good she was in the contest, he had to send her home. She wasn’t a true submissive. And he wasn’t truly convinced he could forget her that easily.

  Chapter Eight

  Restless couldn’t describe how Ananda felt. After dinner, when she and the other ladies all went to bed, she laid on top of her comforter tossing and turning. She’d flip one way and caught a glimpse of Iona sleeping across from her. Since she couldn’t stand her, she turned the other way and saw Sunny sleeping. If that smile on her face meant anything, the woman probably had a memorable dinner with Eagan.

  Damn. How could Ananda fuck up her chance with Eagan? She could have been fitted with a corset had she remembered to look at the damn name on the fridge.

  Meadow’s snoring kept her from falling asleep.

  “That’s it.” She hopped out of bed and tiptoed to the door. She had to take a walk and she didn’t care if she got caught or got kicked out. It was only the second day and she wanted to claw out of her own skin.

  Ananda waited until Meadow let out a long, loud snore before opening her door and creeping out. Mask in place this time, she slinked low and in the
shadows to keep from being in the camera’s eye. Instead of heading to the kitchen like last time, she decided to be dangerous and head upstairs. From the little tour, she knew Eagan’s room was on the third floor. So she would hang out on the second floor.

  Great thing about marble. It didn’t squeak. She stayed close to the wall, keeping her head down, her face covered with her hands. Once she got onto the second floor, she pressed her back against the wall. The cool wall felt good against her sweaty palms.

  Ananda got to a doorway with a sheer curtain over it. Peeking in the corner, she saw Willow sleeping in a little ball in the middle of a huge bed. A small lamp cast a low hue in the room to make her visible. Ananda went past her room and to the door at the end of the hall. This had to be Eagan’s office. Knowing her luck, though, it would be locked.

  She gripped the knob and turned, finding no resistance. Ananda’s heart pounded as soon as she cracked the door open. She poked her head around the door and saw the bottom of an impressive-looking desk. Jackpot!

  With one foot inside, she felt invincible. She’d managed to get out of bed, roam the house, and get into Eagan’s private office.

  Ananda closed the door behind her and felt around the wall for a light switch. She found the office. Surely, she could find a way to illuminate this cloaked room. Her fingers tripped on a switch and she flipped it up. When she turned, she had to cover her mouth to keep from screaming.

  Eagan Morton himself sat at his desk, his hands clasped together and resting on top. He looked all-together cool. The jacket he wore for the questioning and dinner covered a chair next to his desk. The top two buttons of his shirt had been relieved of their duties, exposing a tiny peek at his chest.

  He planted his hands on top of his desk and pushed himself up. “Let me guess. Begonia?”

  Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This wasn’t good.

  “Not the bathroom, I take it.” Humor usually got her out of sticky situations. This wouldn’t be one of those times.

  He walked around his long mahogany desk and stalked her. Though her hand rested on the doorknob behind her back, Ananda didn’t dare turn it or try to run. Why escape the inevitable?

  Eagan stood a few feet from her, but didn’t utter a word. At least Ananda had hoped he didn’t say anything on his trek to her. Her heart pounded so hard it sounded in her skull.

  “First, I catch you in the kitchen, and now you dare to leave your room again, come upstairs and sneak into my office. Is this some sort of thrill for you, Begonia, or are you sleepwalking?”

  “I guess you wouldn’t believe me if I said I was sleepwalking, would you, Master Eagan?” She chewed on her lower lip and backed further into the door when he moved in closer to her.

  “Oh, no. You can drop that Master Eagan stuff. You can’t be here for this competition. A true submissive knows how to listen and follow directions. I’m supposed to test your limits, not the other way around. In the short time that you’ve been here, you’ve done the complete opposite. You know what that means.” Eagan stood a foot away from her and reached around to the doorknob behind her back.

  With Eagan so close, Ananda took a deep breath, taking in his heady scent. Dear God, she wanted to lick him right there and then. Her heart thrummed harder for a different reason now. She arched her back forward to both be accommodating to his hand’s request for the knob and to press her chest against him.

  “You know what I have to do, don’t you?” he asked again in a hoarse whisper.

  Ananda curved her head up to look him in the eyes. “No spanking this time?”

  He moved in closer. “It didn’t correct the problem the first time, did it?”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “What’s going on here?”

  She licked her tongue over her lips. “I want to be your submissive.”

  He shook his head. “No, why are you here?”

  “I felt restless and I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to take a walk around your place.”

  Eagan put his hand against the door on the other side of Ananda’s head, crowding her space. “I’ll ask this one last time. If I don’t think you’re being honest, I’ll send your ass packing right here and now. Now tell me. Why are you here?”

  She swallowed hard. “I couldn’t stop thinking about the spanking last night.” That was honest. Her restless night had nothing to do with the dinner or being in a strange bed. It had everything to do with Eagan and the subtle control he had over her body.

  “So you felt it necessary to come into my private office.” He brought his hand down to her shoulder. “At least you’re wearing your mask.” He lowered his head so that his mouth was by her ear. “Not that you need it in here, since there are no cameras.”

  Eagan’s warm breath made her tremble. Ananda let the knob go and brought her hands to his waist. He faced her, his lips inches from hers.

  “You really shouldn’t be in here.” He brushed his lips over hers.

  On instinct, she licked her tongue over his bottom lip. The electric connection between them couldn’t be broken. Every pore in her body needed him at that moment. She forgot about dancing or the competition or the money.

  “I’ll go,” she whispered.

  She turned to the door, her back to him. Her body ached as soon as she touched the knob again to leave. Would he really let her go?

  “Begonia, turn around.”

  His commanding voice demanded that she do exactly what he requested. Ananda pivoted. In a strange move, he retreated from her and sat on a black leather couch against the wall.

  “Come here.” He pointed to a spot directly in front of him.

  As though of their own will, Ananda’s feet moved to him and stopped at the assigned spot. Eagan gazed at her for a moment. Then, he scooted to the edge of the couch. His hands touched her legs. As soon as he connected to her flesh, she jumped.

  “No. I can’t do this. We shouldn’t do this.” He pulled his hands away from her body, leaving her cold.

  “You’re right.” Ananda ran back to the door.

  Before she could touch it, Eagan was behind her. He slammed the door with his fist. Grabbing her waist, he turned her around. His mouth devoured hers in a powerful kiss, one that blinded her momentarily as she grabbed his shoulders to steady herself.

  His full lips surprised her. He captured her mouth with passionate need, yet was yielding enough to be tender.

  Eagan broke from the kiss long enough to pull her T-shirt over her head and toss it to the floor. While he pulled her panties down, Ananda worked on his pants, feverishly undoing his belt and zipper.

  His hard cock tented his pants, so much so that she had a hard time getting the zipper down. Even if she had to rip the pants off of his body, she was going to get them down. As soon as the garment hit the floor, she wasted no time pulling down his white silk boxers.

  Impressive was too tame of a word to describe this man’s dick. Thick and long and angled in just the right way that she knew as soon as he slid it in her, he would hit her G-spot.

  Before she could admire it any further, Eagan turned her around.

  “Hands on the door,” he growled.

  Without argument, she did so. One hand gripped her waist. The other held his cock and teasingly slid the plump mushroom tip up and down her slick pussy lips. Just like with the spanking, she curved her ass upward and pushed back against him.

  Ananda didn’t know if he took the hint or if it was out of need, but in one strong thrust, he pushed the length of his dick inside of her. The temporary blindness from the kiss couldn’t compare to the paralysis that overtook her entire body. If Eagan didn’t have his hand around her waist, she would have collapsed to the floor.

  When she regained her footing, Eagan held onto her hips with both hands and with a steady, yet hard, rhythm, pumped himself in and out of her.

  Damn, could this be happening? Was she actually fucking the Eagan Morton, the man she lovingly referred as Ego Morton? No matter what she said in the past, right now the man
fucked like a god.

  Resting his chest on her back, he slid one hand down between her legs and found her clit. His other hand busied itself with her breast, cupping it, massaging it, playing with her nipple between his index and middle fingers.

  Her foot hooked around his ankle. She wasn’t about to let him go. The harder he pounded in her, the more she wanted to scream. She let out a couple of yelps, but managed to contain herself, until he curved his hip to the left and managed to hit a sweet spot inside of her.

  “Oh, God!” Ananda screamed.

  “No!” Eagan pulled out of her.

  Instead of telling her to get dressed and leave, he took her hand and stumbled back to the couch again away from the door. He instructed her to lie on her back. Once down, he climbed on top of her, wasting no time in plunging into her again. To keep her quiet, he kissed her, sliding his tongue in her mouth.

  She wrapped her legs around him and undulated her hips. The motion must have pleased him. He thrust into her faster and harder, pressing against her clit while hitting her sacred spot. She’d never had a lover this good, this self-assured, this masterful. She wanted more of him.

  Her insides tightened. Sweat poured from her body as Ananda held onto Eagan’s shoulders. He broke from the kiss and panted.

  “I have to come,” she said. Burying her face into the side of his neck, she let out a muffled scream, as she pounded on his back.

  Her orgasm catapulted his. Gritting his teeth, Eagan pushed himself one last time inside of her, holding it, as he shot hot cum into her.

  Eagan held himself inside of her while she stared deep into his eyes and stroked the side of his face. Lifting her head to kiss him, it shocked her when he pulled out of her suddenly and stood.

  He lifted his boxers and pants and held them up in one fisted hand. As Ananda sat up on the couch, he retrieved her panties and shirt.

  After tossing them to her, he said, “Despite what just happened, if you fail at a challenge, I will eliminate you from the contest.” He turned away from her. “I’m looking for a submissive, not just some sex slave. I need the whole package.”