“Anything.”
“What if I’m not…”
“I’ll make you comfortable with it and I’ll make you enjoy it.”
She stared into his eyes for long seconds. Alejandro could almost see her complex mind working. He waited with bated breath as she decided whether or not to trust and believe in him. “Okay,” she said finally.
“Good. My first demand comes now.”
Alejandro pulled out the wisps of fabric he had shoved into his pockets. “Take off your robe,” he said before moving from on top of her and kneeling between her thighs.
She stared at him for long moments. When he quirked one eyebrow at her, she shrugged both shoulders as she considered him. “What?”
“I demand and you comply. In this I am your master. I’m the crème de la crème,” he said with a mischievous grin. “Take off your robe, boss.”
“Fine,” she said with a sniff as she shrugged out of her robe.
Apparently someone didn’t like being ordered around, Alejandro thought with a wry grin. They both had dominating personalities. It would be interesting to see who ended up on top.
The moment Theodora shrugged out of her devastatingly adorable terry robe, Alejandro was on top of her. One hand fisted in her hair and held her captive as his lips teased, nipped, and cajoled hers into opening. When she submitted to his domination and her lips parted for his thrusting tongue, his fingers left the midnight sanctuary of her hair.
Above her head as his tongue stroked in and out of her mouth, his hands untied the soft scarves he held. Then he deftly, but loosely tied them around her wrists.
Theodora groaned beneath him as his fingers skimmed the soft skin of her wrists. He immediately increased the hungry pressure of his mouth. He didn’t let up on the domineering kiss until he had Theodora secured to the wrought iron posts of her intricately woven headboard. Only then did he lift his head.
She instinctively followed his movements. It was at that moment Theodora realized she was tied to the headboard.
Her beautiful deep brown eyes stared up at him with blatant shock. “This is your demand?” she asked on a breathless whisper.
His grin was a harsh parody of a smile. “Yes. I want you on my terms.”
She swallowed slowly and then her lips parted. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Alejandro said before pressing his lips to hers and giving her a soft kiss. He took a step back and rummaged through the black leather bag on the floor beside the bed. He slowly placed the items from the bag onto her nightstand. The sound of her breathless gasps seemed to float through the air with every item. To his ears it seemed that her gasps got louder with each article he placed on the table.
Alejandro picked up one of the brightest of the items. “I call this one ‘pink passion,’” Alejandro said as he held up the bright pink clit vibrator. “The best part,” he said, “is that it’s supposed to cup around the clit itself.”
“Alejandro,” she called softly with wariness in her voice.
“Let’s see how well it works,” he said before parting the lips of her sex and placing the cupped end of the vibrator on top of the already swollen head of her clitoris. As one hand held the vibrator to her, his other allowed his fingers to glide against the moist flesh.
“If I had to guess, querida, I’d say you’ve actually gotten wetter. I think you’re enjoying my game more than you’re letting on.”
Her eyes closed at his words. He laughed at her silent denial.
“You can run, Theodora, but you can’t hide. Not from me and certainly not from yourself,” he whispered into her ear.
She flinched at this nearness. Alejandro was so close to her quivering body that he knew she could feel his moist, hot breath on the shell of her ear.
He stayed there, close to her, but not touching her. He stayed there with the silent and dead vibrator sitting on top of her clitoris. Then when her breath was steady and she was comfortable with his touch, he flicked the small black switch at the end of the grip.
Her eyes flew open as her body instantly came alive.
Alejandro’s eyes caught her gaze and held it as the toy teased, caressed, and vibrated the most delicate inch of her body.
“You know what the best part is,” he growled lightly against the mound of one of Theodora’s bountiful breasts. “The best part is I can adjust the intensity of the vibrations. I can turn it up high,” he said as he moved the control. She immediately jumped, tried to shut her thighs, and when that didn’t work because of his thighs, she screamed.
“Dear God, Alejandro!” she yelped.
“Or I could make it purr,” he said before switching it to the lowest setting.
He slipped two fingers into her creaming sheath and stroked the moist, warm depths of her body. The only two sounds in the room were the harsh echoing breaths of her gasp for air and the low, steady purr of the battery operated toy.
Alejandro dipped his head and captured one pert nipple between his lips. He rolled the nubbin between his lips before surrounding in with the moist heat of his talented mouth. Theodora groaned and let forth an expletive as his lips worked at her breasts, licking, nipping, and sucking until he began to hear her pant.
He lifted his head to stare down at her painfully swollen nipple, wet with the moisture from his mouth. Her nipple was so tight, dark, and slick it reminded him of the gemstone onyx.
He had left his mark on her flesh.
Alejandro slowly pulled his fingers from her slick cunt. Then he moved the knob on the side of the bright pink vibrator. The speed of the low hum immediately went up a notch.
He darted a glance at the ties that held her to her headboard. She wasn’t going anywhere.
He rummaged through the black leather bag at the foot of the bed and pulled out one of the smaller dildos. For some reason he hadn’t felt comfortable purchasing one of the larger dildos. Alejandro wanted to be the only thing that scraped along Theodora’s tight walls and stretched her.
“Querida,” he whispered softly. “I bought myself a gift, but you get to play with it.”
Her eyes softly fluttered open when he turned off the clit vibrator and removed it from her clit. Then she was groaning as he rubbed the gel vibrating dildo against the swollen lips of her pussy. He slowly pressed the toy into her clinging heat. Theodora’s fingers tightened on the scarves that bound her.
“The last few days have slowly killed me.”
“Why?” she asked with a half lidded glance. Then air was passing through her lips as the vibrating action of the dildo worked at the sensitive flesh of her body.
His smile was harsh as he looked down at her. “Not touching you was killing me.”
“Why?” she breathed out on a whimper.
Alejandro knew he was torturing them both by having a conversation at that moment, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted Theodora to know how he felt the last week and he knew that at that moment she was vulnerable enough to accept the truth of his words.
“I didn’t touch you because I wanted to get to know you better.”
Her eyes connected with his.
“I wanted to get to know the woman who would one day mother my child.”
Her eyes fluttered shut and her body bowed. Then she was shivering and shuddering as pleasure streaked through her veins. “Alejandro,” she screamed as she came hard for him.
He watched Theodora as her body imploded on itself. The sound of her voice screaming out his name was burned into his memory along with the sight of her pleasure. Alejandro knew then that he could not let her go.
* * * * *
Alejandro was tearing apart her carefully constructed plan. The night before Theodora had gone to him with her offer that he father her child in exchange for funds, she had promised herself that she would not get emotionally attached to him no matter what happened.
The last couple of days had made it difficult for her to keep her own promise. The last few moments had made it impossible. She could feel herself fa
lling for him and he was a man she could never hope to keep.
The best she could hope to do was make Alejandro happy while he was still hers. She had to abide by her own rules. They were there to make a baby, not a relationship. And she had to remember that.
Always.
Her eyes connected with his and she felt her heart lurch at the sight of the emotion shining in his cognac gaze. His long, blunt fingers tugged at the flesh of her wide, rounded hips as he pulled her body to his. Then he was sinking his hard, long length into her quivering pussy.
She closed her eyed and bit her lip as the anticipated sensation of being filled to the brim ran through her.
She’d had sex before. Once or twice Theodora had even believed that she was making love, but nothing compared to being with Alejandro.
He was devastating to her senses.
He was devastating to her sense of self.
She focused on the pleasure strumming through her veins as the fluttering muscles of her pussy tightened around Alejandro’s cock.
His hot, moist, peppermint scented breath drifted over the sensitive skin of her neck as he leaned over. Their bodies, slick with sweat, arousal, and need, slid against one another as he pumped in and out of her tender flesh.
The sounds of their moans of pleasure and ecstasy echoed of each other. They moved to a rhythm that was older than time and as young as humanity.
Her fingers clung to the bindings as she threw her head back and sang out praise for his harsh movements as he hammered into her, forcing her to fall over the edge and into the dark abyss of satisfaction when she climaxed beneath him.
He was relentless as she screamed out his name and begged for mercy. He plunged in and out of her, stroking deep into her womb, even though her cries vibrated off the walls. She bit into the tensed muscles of his shoulder as her second climax thundered through her arched body as he thrust into her contracting cunt.
His breath wafted over her parted lips seconds before he pressed his mouth to hers. His tongue thrust past the parted gates of her lips to plunder the inner recesses of her mouth. He stroked and licked at her, gliding his tongue along hers as his cock stroked the tender depths of her pussy.
Alejandro growled against her mouth and grinded his hips against hers. She sighed when he began pumping his hard length into her quivering mound.
“Look at me,” Alejandro growled against her gasping lips. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and connected with his. The hunger and desire she saw there took her breath away.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him even as another orgasm shot through every one of her senses. Her toes pointed and her nails dug into the flesh of his back as she groaned her satisfaction.
Alejandro whispered something unintelligible against the moist skin of her neck, ground his hips against hers and shuddered his release. He pumped himself against her mound and released his seed inside of her.
A seed that she prayed would grow into a child.
Chapter Six
Ingredients Included
Theodora pressed one small palm against her mouth and yawned. She shrugged one softly rounded shoulder at the disgruntled face she received in reaction. She was not exactly riveted and her companion did not take her lack of attention well. She darted a look at the woman sitting across from her. With her angelic features and shiny, black curly hair Katarina reminded Theodora of a grown-up cherub. But there was nothing sweet or heavenly about the glare she was shooting Theodora. Yep, Katarina was definitely disgruntled to say the least.
Katarina snorted at her. “I meant what I said.”
It took Theodora a moment to remember what Kat was talking about. Understanding dawned. “What do you mean you’re not going to try any of my cookies?” Theodora finally managed to get out. The shock in her voice was the one thing that was clear.
“You heard me,” the petulant, beautiful, caramel skinned, overgrown child said. Granted the description wasn’t fair because Katarina was the same age that Theodora was, but she was certainly acting the part of the irritating child.
If Theodora took her eyes off her for one second, Kat huffed and puffed and threatened to burn her shop down.
Theodora stared at Katarina as if she had lost her mind, which must have been exactly what happened. Katarina never turned down dessert.
Especially cookies.
She glared at the woman before her. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?”
Kat stuck her tongue out. “I’m serious. I have a plan and I’m sticking to it.”
Something didn’t make sense. She was adding one and one and not getting two. Katarina and chocolate meant Kat eating chocolate until she was sick. Chocolate was to Katarina what marijuana was to a dopehead. She couldn’t live without it.
“You do realize that I’m making a batch of double chocolate chip cookies, a batch of mixed chocolate chips, and another batch of triple chocolate cookies with walnuts and just the right amount of oatmeal?”
“I know,” Katarina muttered as she chewed on a celery stick.
Theodora eyed the celery stick warily. Where the hell did that damn thing come from? she thought before fishing out a bag of gourmet chocolate chips. She turned back to Kat.
Theodora held out several chocolate chips.
Kat simply shook her head morosely.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Theodora yelled flabbergasted as she waved her mixing spoon in exasperation.
“I’m on a diet,” Katarina said with a huff.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m…on…a…diet.”
She rolled her eyes at the woman she dared to call her best friend. “Why?” Theodora asked as she poured flour into the liquid moisture.
Katarina threw her hands into the air in frustration. “Because I’m fat,” she growled in a voice that was deep and crumbling.
Theodora arched an eyebrow at her outburst. “And what do you mean by that?”
“Theodora, let’s not pretend. I’m more than a little overweight. I’m freaking fat.”
“Do you feel unhealthy? You feel like you can’t do activities you want to because of your weight?”
“Not really, not unless you count mini skirts,” Katarina said with a self-conscious giggle.
“Well,” Theodora said as she spooned white chocolate chips into the batter. “I think you’re perfect.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m no size two.”
“Yeah, but you’ve got a young, hot stud. I’ve got a vibrator with dead batteries.”
“What?” Theodora sputtered as she stirred the batter. “And who says young, hot stud nowadays?”
“I do. I’m fat and archaic, so hah.”
“Katarina!”
“Let’s not talk about my diet. Let’s talk about your new hubby,” she said as she shook her finger at Theodora.
“He is not my hubby,” Theodora muttered, chagrined.
“Uh huh,” Katarina said with a snort.
“He’s helping me with a problem. That’s all.”
“You call knocking you up ‘helping you with a problem’?” Katarina shouted with large, wide eyes.
“I’m allowed to call it whatever I want. It’s my relationship.”
“Hah! You said it. You’re in a relationship.”
“Oh shut up.” Theodora picked up the first thing she saw, the tablecloth, and threw it at Katarina. Unfortunately she ducked the flying fabric.
“Oh no! One of us is getting some. I’m going to live vicariously through you. Tell me all about that luscious mix of heaven and hell.”
“Heaven and hell?” Theodora asked before spooning a small circle of cookie dough onto the cookie pan.
“He looks like heaven, but I’m sure he does things that no angel would ever consider doing in bed.”
Theodora couldn’t help the heat that rose in her face. She wasn’t about to tell Katarina that she was right. Alejand
ro was a god in and out of bed. That was the problem.
“So tell me about him.”
“There’s nothing to tell. Its just sex.”
“Is it?” Katarina asked pointedly. That was the problem with best friends. They knew what you were saying wasn’t all that you wanted to say.
Damn, she thought as she warily eyed Katarina. She was immediately considering what to tell the overly romantic curly haired beauty. She did not want Kat thinking there was a relationship when there wasn’t one, but then again, Katarina always found a relationship where there wasn’t one. It was bad enough telling her own mind to stop picturing a fire where there wasn’t even the scent of smoke. She didn’t need Kat egging her on, making her believe things that could never be.
“Fine, it’s just great sex.”
“Oh, no you don’t,” Katarina said in a stern voice that took Theodora back to her childhood as she lunged from her seat. Theodora dubiously eyed the celery stick Kat was wielding at her like a sword. “I can see those gears moving in your head. Don’t you even think about skimping on the details. Tell me everything.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” Theodora said in a shy whisper. She was suddenly unwilling to say the things she and Alejandro had done.
“Why don’t you let me decide that? Spill it.”
“A lady does not kiss and tell,” Theodora said with a saucy, raised eyebrow.
“And who said anything about a lady? I’m talking to you. Tell.”
“Touché,” Theodora said with a bubbling laugh.
“So tell me exactly why you’re so exhausted. And don’t leave out all the juicy, naughty details. Porn is starting to bore me.”
“Katarina!”
“What? I’m just telling the truth. Now it’s your turn.”
“We’re just friends, friends with a very different sort of benefits.”
“How different?” Katarina asked with wide-eyed fascination.
“You’re disgusting and depraved.”
“You knew about all that years ago. Stop stalling.”
Theodora let out a sigh. She eyed her girlfriend dubiously and finally came to a decision. “He’s unlike any other man I’ve ever met.”
“Is that good or bad?”
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