He shut the door behind them, turning to lock it and closing the blinds as he went. Her eyes widened when he stopped extremely close to her. The huge room was suddenly small, a sheltering cove inhabited by both of them. With palms sweating, Cassidy swallowed hard.
In the five-inch heels, she stood a statuesque 5’10”. Her trim dancer’s figure was lithe and graceful, every ounce of body fat had gone into her breasts and thighs to create an attractive hourglass figure. Arms and legs were honed while her muscles were lean from years of barrel turns and double piques.
Still, Alfie Bertram towered over her in both width and height. His tall muscular frame displayed broad shoulders and biceps as large her head. Her mind immediately conjured up images of thick calves and hard hamstrings while his male aroma sent her senses into an uproar. The longer she was near him, the more powerful his animal magnetism seemed to grow.
She let out an involuntary gasp as he got close enough to touch. An amused grin plumped his cheeks as his fingertips grazed across the material of her skirt, up one thigh and across her belly. Her nipples tingled as her gaze dropped to his lips. Scraping her tongue off the roof of her mouth, it darted out to dampen her lips. That one small movement drew a smirk across his lips.
Charisma and cunning charm aside, she could see why he was renowned to be calculating and ruthless in business. Every shred of his focus seemed to suddenly hone in on her as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He breathed softly into the air between them, “What’s your name?”
Everything was so still, so quiet; it felt sacrilegious to break the silence with words harsher than whispers. Cassidy cleared her throat, heart thumping loudly in her heaving chest, and said shakily, “Cassidy Fearn. I was supposed to interview with…”
He cut her off by leaning in to breathe over her lips, “Do you really want to repay me?”
Trying to control her panting, she answered immediately, “Yes… any way that I can. In installments—in—in monthly…um…”
Alfie’s eyebrows flew up underneath thick bangs that curled against his forehead, his eyes twinkled dangerously as he suggested, “With yourself?”
“What?!?”
Instead of stating it with the intended strength, her voice drenched the air with a purring quality that made her eyes widen even more. As if he knew exactly what effect he caused, he asked against her cheek, “Otherwise, how do you intend to pay me back?”
He was close enough for her to smell something thick and spicy, bittersweet on her tongue. Soft, firm, and hard all at the same time; his lips brushed hers just short of a kiss. His stubbled cheek nuzzled against her face while his controlling charisma blanketed her senses. Leaning slightly back, his powerful vibe still rolled over her like honey.
Suddenly realizing he waited for an answer, Cassidy tried her best to remember the question before stammering, “I…I don’t know.”
She felt dazed, like someone had sunk her entire body in quicksand and doused every sense in a rush of endorphins. Simultaneously oversensitive, her mind rushed ahead too fast so her thoughts stumbled over each other and nothing made sense. Alfie touched her wrist, rolled her small hand in his own, and entwined their fingers together while his thumb gently tickled her palm. Until that moment, she hadn’t even known that a sensitive zone on her palm existed.
“Look at you,” he barely breathed as if discovering newness within a world wrought with pleasures meant to satisfy only him. She found herself tilting her head towards him, lifting her chin and swaying closer so she could hear him. “It’s like you’ve been waiting to break that vase and enter my life. You’re still here so you must intend to repay me…with yourself.”
Cassidy’s heart jumped into her throat as she tried not to squirm at his closeness. Searching her mind for something that hadn’t been said before, she could only offer, “I came for a job interview with…”
She blinked, forgetting the name when he brushed small caresses against her body—nothing blatantly sexual—but little touches to her face with the stubble of his jaw. He pulled her hair over her shoulder to expose her neck as his knuckles bumped the flat of her belly. Caught in the charged atmosphere of his slip of hand and buss of shoulder, she tried to gather her thoughts.
Nothing seemed to make sense with him so close, creating alluring need as if spinning a web. Her brain couldn’t get past a moment ago when she had been crushingly disappointed that her first job interview had gone up in flames. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on the scare of his presence but it led her back to the shattered vase before his mesmerizing presence popped out of nowhere.
How did I arrive at this point? Who the hell was I supposed to see?
Opening her eyes, Cassidy’s vision swam for one bright moment as Alfie flickered in and out of focus but steadied when he caught her chin in his fingers. Bold, confident, and secure; there was a quiet power behind his stare to match the strength and power in his body. The same body that she realized was currently boxing her in against his desk, lifting her to sit.
Caught in the clutches of a yearning she’d never experienced, she gracefully moved under his touch. Involuntarily spreading her legs as if it were entirely natural, he slid them high around his waist so her inner thighs grazed his pelvis.
His soft hypnotic tone belied his words, “You’re such a naughty girl. Going places you’re not invited and destroying things that don’t belong to you. It’s time you were taught a lesson…yes?”
Cassidy gasped. Her lips were numb and swollen from where she’d bitten them. Her hands felt useless by her sides; heavy and awkward until he grabbed both wrists in his hands and held them there against the unyielding solid wooden desk.
His breath was sweet and warm on her jaw as he softly said, “Allow me to offer a proposal. Let me teach you about building trust and the pleasures involved with shattering one’s self, just like that vase you shattered. Life is all about trust. Pleasure and discipline occur when trust is enforced, sometimes shattered as well.”
She held back a breathless whimper at the solid, throbbing, and hot weight she felt through the material of his clothes which rested against her bare leg. One of her heels had fallen and the other hung precariously by her toes, wobbling there in the air as if awaiting his permission to drop. Her skirt was bunched at her hips, straining at the seams as if waiting to be ripped by his strong hands. For a split second, she dumbly blamed the skirt and shoes for getting her into all this trouble.
He was still talking while his hard chest brushed against her heaving breasts. She tried to focus on his words but her nipples, hard and tight, burned icy hot at his nearness. He suddenly kissed her throat, making her gasp as he heated the moistness from his lips by breathing, “you have a choice.” Catching her eyes again with his mesmerizing gaze, she was staring him full in his handsome face. A calculating smile teased his lips. She’d never wanted someone’s mouth on her own so badly in her life as he breathed over her lips, “You can say no.”
Locking her in his gaze, his deep baritone shuddered through her entire body as he continued, “I’ll let go right now and you can walk out that door to never see me again. You’ll never have to think about the vase or what you owe me and we can go on as we have been. If you take that choice, though, you’ll always wonder what intense pleasures and true trust could have been like. Plus, you’ll never forgive yourself for not taking the chance.”
Spoken with such sincerity, she believed it would happen just like that. Involuntarily, her legs tightened on his waist. In an undulating grind, his cock rubbed once against her. Remaining cool and calm, Alfie went on as if nothing had happened while his cock throbbed there at her hip.
“Your choice, Cassidy. Go—or stay and trust me. You’ll put your pleasure in my hands. I promise to break you apart only to build you back again. Will you let me show you how good that feels?”
His mouth teased tantalizingly close, robbing her of thought and replacing it with yearning to do just what he’d suggested. A nagging part of
her mind screamed, I don’t know you. We just met! You could hurt me. What if this isn’t safe?
As if caught in his radar and under his control, her body wasn’t behaving the way it should. She wasn’t kicking to get away but wanting to leap into his arms. Her senses thrilled at every word he spoke, the clean masculine scent he generated, and at the magic he seemed to weave around her.
He let go of one wrist long enough to tilt her head. His lips pressed teasingly against her throat but never hard enough to be an actual kiss. She gasped as her pulse beat under his lips, wanting him more than she’d ever wanted another in her life. Ready to surrender everything, she would have slid backward if he hadn’t held her in place.
Her name rolled sensual on his tongue when he said, “I need you to say it, Cassidy.” The sound seemed to signify everything sexy, smooth, and desirable she’d ever yearned for.
Hot breath caressed her throat as he urged, “It’ll be the last thing you’ll have to decide, I promise. But you have to decide it on your own.”
Cassidy’s head dropped back, exposing her throat to him as she moaned, “Yes.”
Without another word, she was against his hard chest with his lips hovering over hers. Gathered to him, with senses pitched into overdrive, he granted the kiss for which she’d yearned. She moaned as her eyes closed, unwilling to move even if she’d been able to as his arms tightened around her. Gently teasing at first, he sucked and teased her previously bitten lips to the brink of pain before releasing them.
With her arms trapped between their stomachs, his hard cock strained against her fingers. Moaning steadily now, she squirmed against him as his breath fanned across her cheek. Kissing her with an intense focus that promised so much more, his arms suddenly lifted her. He swallowed her yelp as she tightened her legs around him, momentarily frightened she would fall. Carrying her across the room, he deepened the kiss as she attempted to remove her arms.
Pressing her back against a wall, he leaned heavily on her to stop her progress. As her level of desire became almost unbearable, she whimpered as her fingers tingled from his denial. He sprinkled gentle kisses along the bridge of her nose, flushed cheeks, and throat in a soothing manner.
“I want…“ Cassidy started to say.
Alfie chest pressed her to the wall, knocking the wind out of her as he said, “Shhh. No more talking. My rules are you can moan and whimper, but no more talking.”
A little of the haze cleared and, swiftly blinking, she raised her head to gaze at him. Is he serious?
“But…”
Shaking his head, he said, “You want to pay me back, right?” Without waiting for an answer, he said, “Building trust and pleasure means you’re going to take what I give you. You’re going to do as I say, honor my rules, or I’m going to gag you.”
Shivering hard, the ache intensified as if he’d lavished her mind with flirty nothings instead of a threat. Knowing she should be scared instead of aroused, she gritted her teeth against renewed desire. Squirming between him and the wall, her eyes widened when a knowing look bled into his eyes as he teased her lips apart once again. As helpless and useless as a living doll trapped in his hands, she vaguely realized a panel opened by her head for him to punch in a password.
The wall beside her ear whooshed backwards to create an opening big enough for Alfie, carrying Cassidy effortlessly in his arms, to walk through. Dropping her on a bed, he tilted her face back up to him when she tried to look around. She managed a vague impression of rich opulent hues of red everywhere from the bedspread to a redwood bookshelf in the corner.
Is that a riding crop?
Pressing her legs wide open with his palms caused the seams of her tight skirt to strain as he pinned her with his gaze, “Stay right here and keep your eyes on me or I’ll have to blindfold you. I’ll take away your sight, your speech, and your mobility. Have you ever been left aching for a touch, Cassidy, so that you feel as if you’ll burn up with need?”
As he spoke, he reached between them and massaged her moist thong. A violent shiver thundered through her body, convulsing her stomach and shaking her legs when his fingers grazed her clit. A lone eyebrow rose as he grinned, letting her know he was serious. He’d leave her to writhe alone and helpless. His thumb returned to rub firm circles around her clit through the soaked fabric of her thong. She gasped as her hips bucked under his hand.
His gaze softened slightly as he read the struggle within her body. He kissed her lightly on her nose before moving off only to return with a velvet rope. He made quick work of her wrists, tying them crisscrossed on the metal latches of the headboard. Pulling a long coil of rope looped at the ends, he secured it around her ankles to keep her legs spread. Any discomfort vanished when his fingers returned to slide under her thong, expertly manipulating to send her hips twisting as her mouth gaped wide open.
“Trust, Cassidy. That’s what I need from you in order for you to pay me what you owe. You can do that for me, can’t you?”
Not waiting for a response, he gripped the fabric of her panties in one hand and twisted it to the side. It pulled at the delicate skin high up on her inner thigh where her groin and leg met, cutting a line of fire into her flesh, before he ripped the fragile piece of material from her body.
Cassidy’s eyes squeezed tightly shut, hiding from him as if she needed to shield her mind. She felt stuck in a zone where a nagging part of her screamed what are you doing!?! Just while the other part urged her to step outside of herself.
With her body exposed to him, muscles burning from her legs spread wide, her breath hitched every time he grazed her clit. Yearning for him to fill her, she resisted the overpowering urge to beg but moaned with raw desire every time he moved. She’d never encountered someone with his level of charisma, seeming to draw her into him through his nearness.
At the time, she had no idea just how masterful Alfie was at this game. His breathy chuckle reached her ears before his fingers touched her clit, “There you are.”
With a brush too light to do more than amplify the fire he’d already lit within her, he stroked her until her legs shook with need before the touch disappeared. Running his hands up her sides, he trapped the scraps of her skirt and blouse under her back. Leaning back to watch her, Alfie’s gaze ran up her body as his hands had done. As if a physical touch itself, the weight of his roaming gaze spurred a sprinkling of goose bumps along her flesh.
“Beautiful.”
Cassidy turned her head away. She’d been told she was pretty. Words like gorgeous, sexy, and stunning had been previously used. But nothing had felt so honest, so humbling as the beautiful that tripped off Alfie’s tongue. He reached beneath her and nimbly undid her bra, dropping it to the side off the bed. Flushed red, her skin glowed while her nipples tightened to taut nubs ready for his touch.
When he leaned forward, lavishing them with his tongue, Cassidy dragged in a gulp of air as her hips rose under him. The hard shaft of his cock nudged her clit, sending her body into a helpless twist as blissful waves flooded through her. His hips curled over her to prod her clit with his trapped cock, urging the orgasm into a continuous spasm within her. Gasping at the intensity, she felt wetness against her and blushed harder, but couldn’t hold the embarrassment in the face of his lips and fingers at her nipples.
With only that single curl of his hips, he’d thrown her over the edge but his breath never hitched once. Almost sobbing with sheer need for him into the empty air above her, she squeezed her eyes shut as she rode out the intense pleasure.
She wanted him naked along with her. Yearning to be his equal in that way, she needed to feel him inside her. For an earth-shattering moment, her awed mind locked onto his raw animal magnetism. Like a sleek panther with its prey, his intense blue gaze never wavered from her.
His all-consuming predatory vibe was a presence all its own, causing her to think of a spider with her caught in his web. Only, of course, the atmosphere created by Alfie’s sheer charisma didn’t evoke terror of being eaten
. All the same, she knew deep down that he could consume—liquefy her bones—if he embraced her in that web of power and controlling vibe.
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