Silken Desires

by Laci Paige

  Forcing herself from the chair long minutes later, she went to the kitchen and stared at the coffee pot. Deciding against it, she went to the couch and pulled the blanket Jonathan had used around her. Snuggling in deep, she inhaled his scent, and lay her head on his pillow.

  ***

  A loud knock at the door jolted her from the couch, and she felt groggy and disoriented. “Just a minute!” Steadying herself, she walked slowly to the door. Looking through the peephole, she saw Liam in his usual business suit attire, his brown cropped hair as always, looking perfect. “Shit,” she murmured. She must have slept the whole day away. No wonder she felt like crap.

  Pulling the door open, she stepped back and motioned for him to come in. Reaching for her hair, she knew she looked horrid. “I’m sorry, Liam. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. I didn’t expect to, and had no alarm set.”

  Liam’s brown eyes bore into hers. Taking one look at her face, he closed the door and pulled her against his firm chest. “It’s okay. Tell me what’s wrong, pet.”

  A small sigh left her mouth. “You know me so well.” Backing away from him, she went to the couch. “Jonathan. What else?” Panic struck her. “Oh, shit! Jonathan!” Jumping to her feet, she ran to get her phone. There were several missed calls from him and one text. She was afraid to read it.

  Liam walked up behind her and gently gripped her upper arms. “Tell me love, what’s wrong?”

  “I broke off all ties with Jonathan in a text message earlier. He responded. I’m afraid to read it.” She shook her head and hugged her phone against her chest.

  “Here, let me.” He held out a hand and she slowly placed the phone in his open palm.

  “It simply says he’ll be by this evening for his things, and it would be best if you weren’t here, but—”

  They were interrupted by a noise at the door. Someone was fumbling with keys in the doorknob. “Fuck, it’s him isn’t it?” she asked.

  “Yes. The messages said he’d be here at six, it’s now six. Do you want me to handle this?”

  As she was about to panic, Liam tugged her by her hair to calm her, and gain control over her. “Shhh. It’ll be all right. I’m here with you.”

  The door opened and Jonathan flinched at their presence. “Sorry, I thought you’d be gone by now.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jonathan was too busy paying attention to the man holding Roxi that he hadn’t noticed her at all, not at first. But when he looked at her face, he realized she’d been crying, and she looked a mess; red eyes, cheeks flushed, and her hair looked like she just woke up.

  He’d done a fair share of crying as well. He understood how she felt. Maybe she realized she made a mistake. Or did something else happen? Stepping forward, he held out a hand in her direction. “Rox, is everything okay?”

  The man moved forward and walked in front of Roxi to block him from reaching her. “She’s fine. I’m Liam, by the way.” Liam extended his hand toward him.

  Jonathan took his proffered palm and they both shook firmly. There was a message in that shake. Back off.

  “I’m Jonathan. Nice to meet you.” His jaw clenched.

  “I know who you are.” Liam smiled an unfriendly smirk in his direction, and that smile knotted Jonathan’s stomach uncomfortably.

  “Liam? It’s funny; Rox has never mentioned you before.” He sounded cocky and he knew it.

  “Hasn’t she?” Liam had a look about him that said he knew something that Jonathan didn’t, and it wasn’t sitting well with him.

  “Enough.” Roxi stepped out from behind Liam. “We can all be adults here. I’m going to freshen up. Jonathan, please get your things and leave. Can I trust you two to behave?” She stood there between the two men with her hands on her hips.

  “Let me get my things from the bathroom first.” Without waiting for a response, he took off. While he collected his toiletry bag and filled it, he felt like he was being watched. Peeking over his shoulder he saw Roxi leaning on the door frame watching him.

  “Where’s your friend?” he asked, snidely. “Is he why we are no longer together? I hope he’s worth it. You’re such a bitch. You had no right to do me like this.” Upset, hurt, and pissed wasn’t a pleasant feeling. Why on earth I ever thought she and I had a chance at any kind of relationship again is beyond me.

  “He’s right you know.” Liam stepped out from the darkness of the hall and stood next to Roxi protectively. “Not the bitch part of course, but you really should’ve filled him in, pet.”

  Jonathan felt like he had just received a blow to the gut. “Pet? So wow, you really did replace me in every way, huh?” Anger surged through him and he started to haphazardly throw stuff in his bag, knocking a few items to the floor. “You know what? Fuck it! I don’t need this shit.” Tossing his bag across the room, it hit the wall and slammed to the tiles at their feet. He brushed past Roxi without a glance.

  He started to barrel down the hall, and Liam placed a hand on his shoulder. Jonathan’s first instinct was to haul off and punch the guy. “Wait, please?” Liam asked. He turned his head toward Roxi. “Pet, is he your Dom?”

  She sniffed. “Up until this morning.”

  Liam closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. When he looked to her again, he tsked at her and shook his head in disapproval. “Jonathan, had I known about you, last night wouldn’t have happened. I would never overstep another Dom. For that I am truly sorry, and Roxi will be dealt with accordingly, unless she is kicking me to the curb as well.”

  Roxi gripped onto Liam tightly but stood quiet, and looked at no one. Jonathan felt a pain shoot through his chest at her silent rejection.

  Liam pointed to the bathroom. “Very well then, go shower.” She hesitated, and he pulled her chin to his face and said with authority, “Go shower, now, and take your time.” Roxi obeyed him and walked to the bathroom.

  Once the door closed, Liam spun on his heels to lead Jonathan to the living room. “I’m really sorry this happened. Honestly. I always follow protocol, and judging by your face you don’t believe me. But had I known about you, I wouldn’t have taken her to the club last night. She never once told me she had a Dom, or that you two were back together. If I’d known, I would have bowed out graciously.”

  “Who are you?” Jonathan was surprised at the knowledge this man seemed to have of him and Roxi.

  “I’m someone who cares deeply for Roxi. Very deeply, and that’s all you need to know. I will take care of her. I promise you that. But also know that when you figure things out and come to reclaim her, I’ll step aside if that’s what she wants, but for now, she’s mine. So, please, gather your belongings and head out. I’d rather you not be here when she’s done.” Liam lifted a hand motioning toward the door.

  “I don’t want any of my things. Just toss them. I’m out of here.”

  “Very well.” Liam nodded. “When you come to your senses, search me out, and then we’ll talk. But for now, you’re not ready.”

  Jonathan wanted to hate the man, but he couldn’t. There was something alluring about him. Liam appeared to be good looking in a supermodel kind of way, but with an edge. His voice sounded soothing, and he was just overall a nice guy. Being good with first impressions, Jonathan’s gut told him not to worry about Roxi in his care, she’d be fine. “Please just take good care of her. I care about her. A lot.”

  “As do I.” Liam gave him a curt nod. “Good to meet you.”

  Jonathan walked out with a heavy feeling in his heart. As he exited down the stairs and through the gym, he heard Jake calling out behind him, but he just ignored his best friend and kept on going, right out of the door and into his empty shell of a life.

  When he could, he walked or took public transportation, but today he drove his silver Corvette Stingray—by all means, a sexy car. He only drove it when he needed a pick-me-up, or to feel superior. And it was one of those days where he needed to feel both. Once in the leather seat, he slammed his hands on the steering wheel i
n anger and decided that it felt good to hit something. He lifted his hands over and over again to work out his anger. When he finished with his little hissy fit, he realized it didn’t help a whole lot and his palms were sore.

  He went from the gym directly to Stan’s where he planned on hanging out for the few hours until his shift started downstairs in the club. He didn’t want to be anywhere else. Too many thoughts ricocheted through his head, and he’d rather not listen to them.

  When he entered Stan’s, he made a beeline for the bar. Master Kyle greeted him and gave him a onceover. “Roxi and I are through.”

  “For now,” Kyle stated.

  “For good this time.” Jonathan argued.

  Kyle just smiled and handed him a tap beer and then left him alone. Jonathan put down a few beers in a short time and that’s when Kyle told him to go downstairs and chill out before his first client came in, he had a training session scheduled.

  He settled in on the bed in Room Four, laying there staring at the ceiling, feeling the effects of the beer wash over him. It was a relief to have some of the pain numbed.

  Bianca was his first appointment for the night, one of many who always tried to get into his pants, but he upheld the club’s strict rules about not engaging sexually with the clients. She liked her play rough, but she was nothing like the subs he’d normally take home. He wanted to get through her time quickly, and get to the session with Sarae. Frank was off for the night, and this would be Jonathan’s first time with her. He couldn’t wait for the beautiful submissive with no hard limits. He knew he’d have fun with her.

  A knock at the door woke him. “Who is it?” he asked, and rubbed his eyes in an attempt to wake up.

  “Bianca. May I come in?” Her brazen voice filtered in through the door and he cringed at the sound.

  “Give me a minute. Kneel at the door for me until I am ready to receive you.” He ran his hands down his face and inhaled a deep cleansing breath. Why am I doing this?

  Checking himself in the mirror, he smoothed his hands over his shirt and then tucked it in. The whites of his eyes were a little bloodshot and his hair a little tousled, but he knew Bianca could care less if he wasn’t presentable.

  Opening the door, he saw her kneeling as told. “Good girl, come inside.”

  She rose from the floor, snuck a peek at his face, and grinned mischievously. He didn’t hesitate and smacked her on the ass. “Behave. Or else,” he warned.

  “I’d like the ‘or else’, Sir.” She stuck out her ass in an obvious manner and wiggled it.

  Closing the door behind him and locking it, he asked, “Would you now?” Pressing himself against her body felt wrong, but he didn’t care. He backed her up against the nearest wall and pulled on her hair to expose her neck. He bit her and began kissing beneath her ear while she purred.

  “Sir, what are you doing?” Her words came out breathy.

  He knew damn well it was wrong, and lifted his head looking directly into her eyes. “What do you care, Bitch? You’ve wanted to fuck me for years, and now’s your chance. Take off your clothes.”

  She did as told and he could tell by her hard nipples she was more than excited. Standing at the foot of the bed he took hold of her and kissed her deep and hard. So hard it was almost painful, but he didn’t care. Bianca wasn’t complaining, and she gave as good as she got.

  “I’m going to fuck you and it’s going to be fast and hard. Any objections?” he asked, as he pulled a condom from his pocket and rolled it on his hardening shaft.

  “No, but—”

  “But?” He raised an eyebrow to her unfinished question.

  She pointed at him. “You still have your clothes on.”

  It was true, the only one he’d ever had sex with naked was Roxi. All the women he screwed after she left, he did so with his clothes on. It gave him a sense of power, and it was less personal with minimal skin contact.

  He thought about it for a moment, Roxi is out of my life, this time for good. I need a change. Fuck it! “Remove my clothing, all of it.”

  Once naked, he bent her over the bed and stuck his cock in between her hot wet lips from behind. She moaned and pushed back against him as far as she could, accepting his cock deep inside of her body. Leaning over her back, he reached around and pinched her nipples hard while slamming into her. She cried out.

  “Do you want to stop?” He paused.

  “No, fuck me harder,” she whined. With permission he slammed in and out of her again, and again. “Oh, God, yes! Fuck me harder! Harder!” Her screams burst out between clenched teeth.

  She didn’t have to ask twice. He pumped in and out of her furiously. “You filthy dirty bitch!” Their skin slapped together loudly. The two of them screamed and moaned as if no one could hear, and he didn’t care if the people upstairs heard, he just kept fucking her so hard that the bed was banging on the wall and the metal legs were screeching against the hard floor.

  Digging his fingers into her hips, that would probably bruise later, he let out his release. “Ahhh, fuck!” He pumped in and out a few more times before he slowed, and then he buried himself deep inside her with one last hard slam against her ass.

  She didn’t climax, and he didn’t care. “Get dressed, and leave.” She looked dazed but happy.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  They washed up and dressed in silence. When they were both put together, he walked her out the door and found two people staring at them when they exited the room. Master Kyle and Sarae.

  “Everything okay in there?” Master Kyle asked Bianca.

  She lowered her head respectfully, and in a dreamy voice she said, “Yes, Sir. Perfect.”

  “Very well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Have a nice night.” He kissed her on the top of her head and sent her on her way.

  “Sarae, I’m thinking that we’ll need to find you another Dom for the evening. Seems Master Jonathan has forgotten protocol, and needs to be dealt with.” Sarae’s pouty expression showed her disappointment. “What? Did you want him to fuck you, too?” Kyle laughed.

  She pressed her legs together, and moaned. “He sounds really good.”

  “Now, you know better than that. Go on to Room Ten. I’ll take you on tonight with your favorite rubber flogger. Go prepare the room.” He nudged her toward the end of the hallway.

  The men watched her walk away. “Shame you get to miss out on that.” Turning his focus on Jonathan, he asked, “It was consensual sex, right? I hope I’m not going to get slammed with a complaint or anything. I know she’s been trying to get you into bed for a long time now. Since high school, correct?”

  He felt horrible at hearing aloud his betrayal. Despite their being apart, it was still the wrong thing to do. “Yes, it was consensual, and she’s the girl who tried her damnedest to break me and Roxi up in our senior year of high school.” Jonathan couldn’t hold Kyle’s gaze.

  “You know she’s going to go right to Roxi and tell her,” he stated as a matter of fact.

  “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Jonathan shook his head.

  “It’s never been an issue before, and I don’t know if it had anything to do with your drinking, but—”

  “It didn’t.” Jonathan held his hand up. “I’m just in a bad place right now.”

  “No more drinks before sessions. If it was anyone other than Bianca that you just pulled that stunt with, I’d fire your ass on the spot. You’re on unpaid leave until I say so. Now get the hell out of here before I think better of it and fire you anyway.”

  “All in a day’s work.” He mumbled to himself as he climbed the steps to leave. Jonathan couldn’t have felt worse; he lost Roxi, fucked her high school nemesis, disappointed Kyle, and almost got himself fired. Nothing could’ve made him feel as bad as he did, his heart felt numb and his stomach twisted in anxiety.

  Chapter Fourteen

  As a buzzing noise woke Roxi, her eyes fluttered, trying to focus. Liam had his arm draped across her chest, and she nuzzled into him feeling cont
ent, but at the same time like a part of her was missing. Again, the buzzing noise, and she realized it was her cell phone. Lifting Liam’s arm from her body, she rolled over to retrieve it. Liam slept like a rock, but she knew better than to leave the bed without his permission—one of his rules. He always rose first.

  There was a missed call from Jonathan, a voice mail, and a text from an unknown number. Opening the text she gasped as she read it: He finally gave in. We ripped each other’s clothes off and fucked like animals. I’m sure I have you to thank for that. So thanks, girlfriend, for screwing up and sending him my way. Much love, Bianca.

  Her heart pounded in her chest over the tenacity of the bitch of a girl who was her best friend in middle school until she tried to steal Jonathan from her. That ended their friendship. They’d never said two civil words to each other since. It was childish at this age to do what Bianca did, but Roxi understood, as she herself felt like trying to plot against Bianca again like she did in her teenage years. But she refused trying to be the adult.

  Making a fist so tight her nails dug into her palm, she sat up and took a few deep breaths before listening to Jonathan’s message. His voice sounded wrong and she couldn’t make out what he was saying. He’d drunk dialed her. She relaxed a little knowing that he must have been inebriated when he took Bianca the way he did. There was no other explanation because she knew him, and he wouldn’t have done something so hurtful to her. Or would he, after she ended things the way she did?

  Roxi texted Jonathan: Is it true? You and Bianca?

  He didn’t reply. She tried to phone him, but it went directly to voice mail. “Where the hell are you Jonathan?”

  She started when Liam lightly touched her back. “Is everything all right?”

  “No. But it’s my own fault. I sent Jonathan into the arms of a bitch.” Roxi threw the phone to the floor angry at herself for pushing him away. If she hadn’t Bianca wouldn’t be an issue.