Twisted War

by Danielle James

  “As your friend?” I touched her hair and it drew her closer to me until we were touching. “I want you to be happy,” I told her honestly. “I hate seeing you cry.”

  “And what do you want as Alexander, the man?” Her voice was almost a whisper. I couldn’t handle her being that close to me after she’d ended our session. I put my hands on her waist and held her tight. I traced her features and her body with my eyes. I was trying so hard not to let my vulgar side loose. I honestly thought it died along with Alex. With her I could be passionate and erotic, I could be vulgar and not be judged. I didn’t know if Camilla was ready to see that other side of me. She’d only known me as level headed and caring.

  “What, Alexander? Tell me,” she pleaded. I shook my head and released her.

  “I can’t. Not right now anyway. My office has seen enough action for one day.” I laughed.

  “I don’t think so,” she mused. Camilla pressed herself against me and I was thankful that she was my last client of the day. “What do you want to do to me, Alexander Epps?” Her fingertips danced on my chest and I took them into my mouth one by one. She looked at me with intrigue. “You’re trying to kill me,” she said shakily.

  “No, I’m not,” I smiled.

  “Are we going to the store?” She asked me.

  “Sure. I’ll meet you there, I’m gonna change for dinner. You have to pick up Chloe, right?”

  “Yeah.” She looked at her phone and then up at me. “Me and you tonight.” She said with two fingers extended pointing from herself to me. I laughed a little and nodded. Tonight we would probably fuck. I was more than ready, I just didn’t know if she was.

  While we cruised the aisles of Whole Foods, Camilla and I laughed at inside jokes while Chloe napped in one of those carts made especially for toddlers with the colorful car in the front of a regular basket. I peeked at her and waved my hand over her face to make sure she was really knocked out. Once I was certain, I dragged a finger down Camilla’s arm and watched her jump at the surprise sensation. She looked over at me and smiled. While she was picking out our bottle of wine for the night, I swept her hair to one side and pressed my lips to her neck. The bottle almost slipped from her delicate hands.

  “Alexander, what the fuck are you doing?” She whispered. An older gentleman passing by glared at us but I played it off with a nod and a wave.

  “Fucking with you,” I replied. “I like to do things in public.” I warned her with my hand on her stomach, pressing her backside against me.

  “You’re going to get us put out,” she hissed. She wasn’t making any moves to get away from me though. I could feel the old Alexander slowly inching his way out. The Alexander that liked to mind fuck just as much as physical fuck. I put my lips back to her neck and pressed my teeth down gently at first then harder making Camilla gasp out.

  “Shh, don’t wake Chlo.” I told her before letting her go. She looked over her shoulder at me and glared. I just laughed and kept walking down the aisle.

  **

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Camilla

  What the fuck had I gotten myself into with Alexander? Here I was thinking I was gonna get the sweet brother. That I was going to smother him with my pussy and blow his mind. I thought maybe I should take things slow with him because he just seemed so damn innocent. I should have known that if he came from Emmanuel’s family that there wouldn’t be anything innocent about him.

  As we walked the grocery store, he kept pushing me closer to the edge by doing things like kissing my neck, biting me, and holding me in ways that seemed harmless but were anything but. I wasn’t even worried about anybody seeing us I was more worried about my body betraying me in public. Sure I’d had sex in bathrooms and cars and even kissed out in the open, but the sneaky shit that Alexander was doing? It was turning me on and driving me insane in public!

  I was on edge the entire time. I wished several times that Chloe would wake up so I could shop like a normal person instead of nearly having orgasms every five minutes.

  When I grabbed a pack of chicken breasts, I felt Alexander move closer to me and brush my hair away from my ear. To anyone passing by, it looked like he was whispering sweet nothings and maybe he was, but he also had my earlobe in his mouth while he instructed me to do nasty shit that made my pussy drip.

  “Go to the bathroom and play with your pussy until you cum. Send me a picture and I want to see how slippery it is.” His gruff voice had me ready to finger fuck myself in the middle of the store. I swear Chloe was saving my life today and she didn’t even know. I skittered off to the bathroom while he walked around with my sleeping child.

  Luckily the bathroom was empty at the time. I washed my hands then made my way to the largest stall at the end and locked the door before shoving my fingers into my panties. I’d never been so nervous and excited in my entire life. I felt like I was breaking the law when all I was doing was fingering myself. I wasn’t this nervous when I actually did illegal shit.

  Replaying Alexander’s instructions and words was enough to get me turned on. My clit was so stiff that even grazing it made me gasp. When I shut my eyes, I wanted to see who would pop into my head, I was sure it would be Emmanuel or Xavier but Alexander found his way in.

  My fingers massaged my clit until I stifled a whimper and my body shuddered over and over. When I pulled my fingers away from my pussy they were soaked and glistening. I held my phone up with my shaky, bandaged hand and snapped a picture of my fingers covered in sticky sweetness.

  Alexander: Good girl.

  Alexander: Don’t wash your hands.

  Me: Seriously?

  Alexander: Yes. Now come here.

  I stared at the sink just wondering if he’d be able to tell if I washed my hands or not. Something in me didn’t want to chance playing mental games with him though. He was clearly a fucking master.

  Alexander was waiting for me right near the bathroom. He would have heard the water if I’d decided to wash my hands. I was glad I didn’t.

  I peeped in at Chloe and she was still sleeping, but she’d started to stir. Alexander took my hand and held it up to his lips as if her were kissing it, but the deep inhale he took let me know he was smelling my scent.

  “Aww see I want a boyfriend like that! Ugh!” Two teenagers walked by us and giggled as Alexander flashed them both a smile. When they were gone, so was his smile as he slipped my fingers into his warm mouth. He made my knees feel useless. When I pulled my hand away, long after the last finger was free from his mouth, I had to take several deep breaths before I pushed the cart forward.

  “Oh, I almost forgot.” He smiled at me as he picked up a bouquet of flowers. Yellow roses again. He set them in the cart and I felt my heart thunder against my chest. Damn he was good. He hadn’t even fucked me yet and I was feeling sprung.

  Of course Chloe woke up as soon as we put her in the car, and wouldn’t stop babbling the entire time. Why couldn’t it be the reverse? She could have stayed away during the shopping trip and slept on the way home. I would have preferred that so I could have my way with Alexander once we got inside.

  Instead, I had to be the picture of perfect fucking motherhood while I played with Chloe and tickled her until she had to catch her breath. I kept stealing glances at Alexander whenever Chloe played alone for five minutes. I was in awe over how poised and controlled he seemed under normal circumstances. He was a professional, clean cut; goody good sweetheart, only he had a kinky side. A side that made me almost scared to explore it because it was uncharted territory for me. I’d never been purposefully mind-fucked before. What Alexander was doing had me on my toes.

  I watched him give Chloe a piggyback ride and read her books; he even got her to say a new word, please. Or as she said, “Pwease” I almost died from how cute she sounded. I pulled my phone out and begged her a million times to repeat it. When she finally did I sent the video to Xavier.

  “Are you ready for bed, little one?” Alexander asked her before tickling he
r feet.

  “Pwease,” she grinned up at him.

  “Please, what? Please put you to bed?” He quizzed

  “No,” she frowned.

  “You look just like your mommy, you know that?”

  “Mommy!”

  “Yup. You look just like her. That means you’re beautiful.” I didn’t know if it was meant to, but it made me blush horribly. I took Chloe in her room and I made sure to Face Time Xavier so he could tell her goodnight. I left out the fact that Alexander was there and it had nothing to do with therapy. Well maybe it did, but not in the traditional way.

  When I came out of Chloe’s room, Alexander was already pouring us wine. “I need this after the shit you pulled today.” I told him after a swallow. He smiled at me and it looked no different than the hundreds of times he’d smiled at me before. How the fuck did I not know he had such a freaky side?

  “What are we watching tonight?” He asked like he was just the picture of innocence.

  “Final Destination.” I told him without breaking his gaze.

  “Good choice.” He nodded and moved past me. My head whipped in his direction. He was making me feel crazy! Once we were finally alone he was acting like we were still just friends who weren’t interested in fucking. I ran behind him and sat on his lap right after he settled on the couch. He looked at me and shook his head.

  “What?” I frowned.

  “We won’t get through the movie with you on my lap.”

  “That’s pretty much the point,” I smiled. He put his hands on my hips and moved me beside him on the couch. I smacked my lips together and glared at him.

  “Chill out, Camilla.” He said putting an arm around me. I couldn’t though. I was antsy wondering when he would make another move. I couldn’t stand seeing glimpses of him but not the full thing.

  The movie started and I watched him instead of the screen. He was fine as fuck and I was wondering if I’d ever noticed how sexy he was before. It’s not like he had a new face or anything. The entire movie played and he didn’t even breathe on me. What the fuck? I swear I only watched about twenty minutes of the movie because I was so stuck on him. Once the credits rolled he pulled me in a little closer to him. My entire body ached like I’d been wound up the whole time and Alexander was the only one with the power to loosen me.

  “You feel tense.” He mentioned as he rested his lips on my shoulder. I nodded my head but secretly I wondered if my shoulder was going to melt off or did it only feel like that because his lips were there. I’m sure it was the latter. Alexander’s hands crept up my sides and I shivered. “You cold?” His breath was on me making me hot but I still felt like a leaf in the wind. I shook my head silently and let my eyelids close so I could experience nothing but his touch. I hated that he was only giving it to me in such small doses.

  When I couldn’t take anymore of his teasing touches, I opened my eyes and leaned in to kiss his lips. He kissed me back and I tried not to attack him like I’d done earlier in his office. Alexander kissed me slowly and with a purpose, but it drove me crazy not knowing what that purpose was.

  In the middle of our kiss I felt him slowly placing my arms behind my back gripping my wrists in his large hand. He had me restrained. I whimpered when he pulled his lips from mine but he just shook his head at me. When I tried to break free from his hold, he wouldn’t let me. “Alexander, let me go,” I pleaded softly. I just wanted to touch him and kiss him again.

  “When I let you go, I want you to take your clothes off, okay?” Right then I wanted to do anything to please him so I nodded my head immediately. He released me gently and I stood before him, taking my clothes off slowly. He watched with approving eyes and a hard dick bulging against his pants. “You are so fucking perfect.” He said right before placing kisses on my flat stomach.

  I reacted to his touch by pushing him back on the couch and straddling him, but I quickly found out that was the wrong thing to do. Alexander swung me around so that I was over his knee, then he slapped my ass until it stung and warmed my skin.

  “I keep telling you to calm your ass down,” he growled at me. The sting from the spanking was subsiding and the pleasure was ebbing in making me wet. He made me stand in front of him again and he sighed heavily. “Camilla, you need to do what I say. Not what you want to do. Not yet. You’re too used to running over all the men you fuck with. Even my brother.

  You control when you get fucked, and you know if you push enough buttons you can get spanked and choked when you want to. You just have to keep using that smart little mouth.” He stood up and seemed to tower over me much more than usual. He lifted my chin up and suddenly my breathing became shallow. I really was on edge and anxious.

  “I’m not like anybody else,” he told me with a smirk. “I like being in control of more than just your pussy. I want to get in here…” He tapped my temple and then ran his finger down the length of my spine. I parted my lips to let out a moan. “Does that feel good?” He asked in my ear as he circled me. I nodded my head, not sure if talking was okay. “I can’t hear you,” he grumbled.

  “Yes, Alexander.” I spoke softly and he kept running his finger up and down my spine. It felt like heaven.

  “I’m going to take away some of your control, Camilla.” He told me. I instantly got nervous. That’s when I realized everything he said was right. I always controlled being dominated with both Xavier and Emmanuel. I knew what they would do and how to get a rise out of them. Alexander was a different creature altogether. He did what he wanted when he wanted and not because I wanted it. All he needed to know was that I wouldn’t refuse him, and I wouldn’t.

  He was so fucking unpredictable even though I knew we would fuck, I didn’t know how. I didn’t know when. He wasn’t as straightforward as every other man. It drove me crazy in good and bad ways and made me want to follow his every order. He wasn’t forceful like Emmanuel and he wasn’t on an ego-fueled power trip like Xavier, he was calm and calculated and he knew everything I would or wouldn’t do before it happened. Perks of fucking your psychologist.

  “Go get me one of your silk scarves,” he said. I don’t even remember going into my room and retrieving it, only that I did and I handed it to him. He tied my hands behind my back in a neat knot and tugged on it. “Now, do you want me to fuck you?” He asked in my ear. I nodded my head quickly. I wanted him inside of me so damn bad. Alexander cracked a smile and shook his head. He rubbed his hard dick through his pants and I whined. “Is your pussy wet, Camilla?”

  “Yes.” I answered.

  “Good. From what I saw earlier in the store, your pussy gets so motherfucking wet. I can’t wait until you put it on my dick.” He walked around behind me and pressed my body into his erection. I was already pulsing from hearing the string of nasty words come from his usually mild mouth. I felt him sucking on my neck and I started to moan. After a few minutes I felt like my knees would buckle right under me. I fought in vain against my scarf only because I wanted to put my arms around him. I wanted to mount him and shove his dick inside of me.

  “You know what I want you to do?” He asked as his hand grazed over my breasts.

  “What?” I asked hoarsely.

  “Get on your knees.” I knelt down and Alexander sat on the couch in front of me. “Take my dick out.” I looked at him incredulously and he smiled. “Use your mouth.” He told me. He unbuttoned his jeans but I had to use my teeth to unzip them and to work his dick free from his underwear. I was panting by the time his chocolate cock jumped out at me. Our eyes met as he stroked himself inches from my face then he guided my head down over the thick head of his dick. He let out a groan and I started putting suction on his dick. I squirmed around wishing I could use my hands and he sensed my agitation. “No hands, Camilla.” He said with a smirk.

  “It’ll feel so good though,” I told him.

  “I want you to put my whole dick in your throat.” He instructed as he thrust into my mouth. I lowered my head down until I felt him hit the very back of m
y throat. I needed my hands to cover the last few inches but Alexander wasn’t having it. He made me move my head up and down his shaft until it became too sensitive for him to continue.

  “If you haven’t fucked in years why the hell haven’t you cum yet?” I quizzed. Saliva dripped down my chin but I had to know. Any other man would have cum in my mouth and that’s without the stretch of abstinence.

  “After seven years, your hand becomes your best friend,” he laughed. “I can control myself for hours on end if need be.” He looked at me and I almost cried. How the fuck was I supposed to endure this shit for hours?

  **

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Alexander

  Camilla’s skin looked flawless the way she was laid out. Her hands were tied above her head and each of her legs was tied to a post on her bedframe so I could see her pretty deep pink pussy. “Alexander, please.” She’d been begging for me to fuck her for the past twenty minutes. I wanted to take my time though and she agreed to being tied up so I was going to have fun. My kinky side had been roused and I planned to let him enjoy himself, and Camilla.

  Before I fucked her, I wanted to taste her. I don’t remember the last time I saw such a pretty cunt. I pulled my finger along her stomach and she jumped at my touch. She was so stimulated that anything I did to her warranted a gasp or a moan. “Can I taste your you Camilla?” I asked as I lowered between her thighs. Her legs were already shaking.

  “Yes, please but not too long I just wanna…” I pushed my tongue inside of her folds and she let out a gasp that sucked the remainder of her words from her mind. I’m glad she was tied up because she thrashed around like a wild woman. I hadn’t even started to suck on her like I wanted to. I just needed to feel how tight she was so I tongue fucked her slippery hole until the sheets were drenched beneath her.

  It was a challenge keeping her quiet enough to not wake her daughter because she could out-scream the highest paid horror actress. She’d resorted to hoarse whimpers and moans and pleading with me to fuck her. Once I’d had my fill of her sweet pussy, I hovered over her and kissed her mouth. She moaned into the kiss and tugged on her restraints trying to grab at me.