by Alyssa Clark
She looked a little surprised but nodded, “I could.”
“Take him home,” I said lightly. “Don’t let him go back to the office. If he argues or gives you any sort of attitude take him over your knee.”
“What?” Her face flushed and I could see the surprise there. “Like a child?”
I nodded, “Stay angry if you must. But don’t hit him with the intent to harm him. Instead, think of it as trying to get him to see how you feel about the situation.” I went to find my purse, struggling to find a card. “Rewards are necessary, but you decide what kind of rewards he gets. Whether its affection or sex, that’s up to you.” I offered her my card, “If you need advice at all consider me at your disposal.”
She took it with a sigh, “At this moment I’m willing to do anything.”
“I hope you will find it as empowering as I did,” I tried to be gentle with her. This was my fault. But at least in this situation, something good could come from it.
I wasn’t comfortable meddling in Mr. Franklin’s personal life, but it seemed necessary at this point. Linda went to meet her husband at the door and with an authority that made me feel proud she told him, “Come, Allen, you’re taking me home.”
I spent the better part of the hour after that cleaning up. It was an unfortunate time that left me reflecting on a lot. Even with their problems, assuming things worked out, Allen and Linda had one another. Trust could be rebuilt. They could work to an agreement that made them both happy.
What did I have?
It was the first time in over a year that I felt lonely. The only person I could think that could even possibly understand was Matt. But, calling Matt wouldn’t be something I could do. Not with what he wanted from me. He wanted something more serious than easy casual sex.
I didn’t know if I was capable of that. I just knew that there was this ache to see him, to touch him, that I just couldn’t shake.
I hung up the flogger to dry and decided to make a leap. Hopefully, this wasn’t the wrong decision. I dug through my purse until I found my phone. With my heart firmly lodged in my throat, I sent him a text.
‘I need to see you.’
13
Matt
It's been an hour since I got the text. I decided to ignore it. I wasn’t going to be used. I wasn’t going to fall for her if I couldn’t have her. She wasn’t willing to give me more than sex then I could easily ignore text messages from her. I found work to do just so I wouldn’t be tempted because that’s just what Angela was. Temptation.
Angela was the type of woman that took your hand and drug you through the rabbit hole. She had me craving things I wasn’t familiar with and enjoying things that I otherwise thought I wouldn’t. She had me wanting her without an effort. I remember the first time I saw her, she was gorgeous and intelligent. The anger was clear on her face, and I took too much pleasure in it. She was quick to anger, and I didn’t realize how dangerous that could be until it was too late.
She opened the door to something that I wasn’t familiar with. Something I’d never fathomed doing or having done to me. I was used to being in control, to decide what happened in the bedroom. Women had never taken charge before aside from rolling over and climbing on top. It didn’t bother me as much as being tied up in a vulnerable position, not sure what was going to happen next. It bothered me as much as it thrilled me. Hell, thinking about it and about her seemed to have the obvious effect. I shifted in my chair as my slacks got tighter, thinking about it was the wrong course of action. I needed to forget her.
The ‘I need to see you,’ from her only seemed to make it impossible to. What could she want? My heart thudded in my chest as possibilities ran through my head; it had been a while since our last encounter. Maybe she was still upset that I walked out, giving her a taste of her own medicine. Maybe she wanted to fuck again. That got my cock’s attention.
It made it harder to ignore her text.
I found myself caving, again, like some pathetic lovesick pervert. I was going to end up putting Franklin to shame if I kept coming back to her each time she called. I never thought of myself as desperate, but here I was picking up my phone to answer this woman that was turning shit upside down.
‘I’m not looking for casual sex,’ I send back to her. Granted if she were to walk in here I wouldn’t be able to say that. Just the idea of her in my office gave me visions of bending her over my desk. That vision interrupted when my phone vibrated with her response.
‘It’s been a while since I was in a relationship. It's been awhile since I had someone I could trust enough to confide in. I don’t know if I can remember how a real relationship works.’
I wasn’t expecting an immediate reply. I expected tenfold for her to leave me waiting. I’d left her waiting. Her response was open and honest, it made me feel like an ass with how I had reacted.
‘I think this might be something we should talk about face to face.’
It felt like if I saw her maybe it would be easier to interpret what she was after. There’d be no confusion, and I wouldn’t get stuck repeating the same mistake over and over again. After all, she did say she needed to see me.
‘Promise me something.’
Confused by that, the natural thing to send back was, ‘What?’
‘Promise you won’t make me regret this.’
What did she have to regret? I couldn’t understand where she thought the problem would be. Without thinking I immediately sent her; ‘That something you can promise me?’
What she sent back was an address, an apartment. So, I wasn’t meeting her at her office? Curious, I finished up the paper I had been distracting myself with and decided I’d call it a day early. I didn’t bother to check to see if Franklin was in his office, I didn’t even bother with his secretary.
I made it out to my car before I considered the last time I ate. Should I bring food with me? I didn’t even know what she would like. I barely knew her. Not that I cared, if this was her meeting me halfway I had the opportunity to find out all that I wanted about her. I could learn what she liked to eat, see what she was beneath the flawless makeup she kept on her face. Find out what else there was behind the commanding voice and that sexy smile.
It made me all the more eager to see her.
I programmed the address into my phone and followed the directions carefully. It brought me to a little brownstone in midtown that looked as if it would be a large house if it weren’t split up into apartments. I parked about a block from it, taking the time to walk up the stoop to try to gather what the neighborhood was like.
It was quiet, off a major street. There was a button for the apartment I assumed was hers, two A. I hit it and waited for something to happen. There was a loud buzz and then the distinct sound of a lock shifting. I went into to see a neatly kept lobby; there was a row of mailboxes and a staircase.
I found her door on the second floor. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I had to wait before knocking. I didn’t know how this would go. I didn’t know if this would be just another bout of casual sex that I’d hate myself for agreeing to or if she wanted more. I didn’t know what I meant by more, what it included or involved. Just that I wanted it.
I knocked lightly, and my roaring nerves seemed to calm at the sound. The hallway between apartments was quiet, the silence was becoming deafening to the point I reached forward to knock on her door again. Just to create noise.
Did I get the address wrong?
I took a moment to thumb up the message thread to compare it to my map app. I had gotten it right. Should I knock again? Why would she send me here if she wasn’t here?
I heard the metallic click of locks shifting, and I looked up. The door opened a crack so that I could see who was behind it. My breath caught in my throat, any chance of looking cool or nonchalant was gone.
Angela stood at the door damp, a purple towel was wrapped around her exposing the expanse of her shoulders and upper chest. Her face was bare of any product, and her
hair was wet, hanging limply around her shoulders.
I thought she was gorgeous before. Now I was so struck by her I couldn’t speak.
“I didn’t expect you to come right over,” she looked sheepish. She took a step back and motioned me in, “Give me a minute to at least get dressed.” There wasn’t a sign of the dominant woman I’ve dealt with, and I was mesmerized by what I saw. She didn't give me any time to appreciate her, she left me in the doorway.
I came into her apartment without a word, noting just how small it was. There was a small kitchenette off to the left when I walked in the door and living room just off of it. There was a door that was ajar that I assumed was a bedroom. She had her apartment decorated sparsely, there was a loveseat that took up the majority of the living room as well as a bookshelf that was dedicated to… to shoes?
“That’s quite the collection,” I said in an attempt to ‘break the ice.’ I wasn’t sure how else to talk to her, I didn’t know this side of her. I didn’t know her at all. It felt awkward seeing intimate little details after I had already seen her naked, after I’d already fucked her.
This was what I wanted, I just didn’t expect there to be a vast difference.
“The shoes explain the tiny apartment,” she stepped into the living room, wearing a shirt and leggings. It didn’t do anything to hide the shape of her form. She didn’t bother with applying makeup, and her hair was still wet. Still beautiful. She looked obviously uncomfortable as she stood there, “It’s a fetish or an addiction depending on who you ask.”
“You are into quite a few different things, I see,” I went to the loveseat and sat. “So,” I eyed her as I tried to figure out where to go with this. “You wanted to see me?”
She flushed and looked down at the tan carpeting, I could see she felt just as uncomfortable as I did. The makeup must hide so much, not that I didn’t appreciate it. I could see her collecting her thoughts, and there was nothing covering the flush that was across her cheeks. “I want you,” she said evenly. “The first time wasn’t enough, even the second time.” She bit her lip, drawing my attention down to them. “You want more.”
She paused to take a breath, clearly stalling. I had to interrupt, “You’re like a magnet. I feel this pull to you. I thought it was just because you were telling me I couldn’t have something I wanted. When you said you wouldn’t fuck me, I think that was part of the reason I came back to you. But that first night wasn’t enough,” I agreed with her. “It didn’t take away the pull, even when I was so pissed that you had walked out while I was sleeping.”
“I’m sorry,” it sounded meek, something I wouldn’t have associated with her. It didn’t change my opinion on her at all, I appreciated it. “I see how you felt,” she rubbed her arm as she spoke. “I don’t remember how to do normal. I’ve spent the last year putting all my focus on my clients that I hadn’t considered myself until you came along.”
“Why?” not that I was selfish, but I couldn’t understand putting others over oneself for so long.
“Because I was enjoying what I was doing, I still enjoy what I do,” she met my gaze. “If you’re wanting a relationship with me, you have to understand that is how I make my living. I will not stop doing it just to appease you. I won’t change that part of myself,” there was an authority in her voice.
I stood and closed the distance between us, “You don’t have the same kind of attraction with your other clients as you did with me. Right?” I had lowered my voice because, like the pull I felt towards her, I felt the need to evoke the feelings she created in me in her.
She laughed a little, “I have been so protective of my rule of no sex with the client I feel like I’ve betrayed myself by giving in to you.” Her expression sobered. “I don’t know how to give you what you want.”
“Why did you text me then?” I wasn’t hurt by her words, I said mine lowly because of the proximity to her.
“Because,” her breath hitched a little, “you reminded me that I need to think about me, too.”
“Are you willing to try to figure this out together?” It was a legitimate question, while I wanted nothing more than explore what I could with her it only mattered if she was willing to meet me halfway.
She took a step forward, “If I promise to not walk away, not leave you while you’re sleeping… will you promise not to, too?”
I hummed my agreement and met her the rest of the way. This kiss didn’t compare to the others we had shared. It was slow, hesitant, like we hadn’t had sex before. It was gentle, and there was no struggle for control, it was tentative tasting. A light give and take that deepened as that magnetic pull she had drawn me closer.
She reached forward to touch me, her hands parting my suit jacket to rest on my hips. I prepared myself for her to stop the momentum because even with the way our kisses had started out they were going in the direction that would fuel hunger.
It had been weeks since we last been together and my body was all too aware of it. I was hard like an afterthought, and I pressed in close to her just so she could feel what she did to me. It accelerated from there. Her hands left my hips to wrap around my waist, and I felt affection through the lust.
“We can make this work,” I murmured against her mouth. “Want something hard enough, and it will work.”
“What do you want?” She pulled away far enough for me to get caught up in her big blue eyes.
“To keep you,” I said without hesitation.
Her eyes widened a fraction, and I felt her relax in increments. Her lips curled up a fraction as she seemed to mull over that idea, “Are you willing to experiment? Do something other than be Vanilla?”
It sounded like a challenge. “I don’t mind experimenting,” I said without thinking, but I was quick to reconsider. It took me a split second to stop thinking with my heart and my dick. “But you’re not putting anything in my ass.”
That bottom lip came out in a pout, and she tugged me into her bedroom, “Had to ruin the moment with that, didn’t you?”
I let her lead me to her bed, considering that lip and how it’d feel to bite it. “Where you are concerned it feels like it needs to be mentioned,” she kissed me, and I was sure it was a means to silence me, though I was treated to a snort of laughter.
It wasn’t long before we got lost in one another, she tugged the button down up out of my slacks, and I felt her fingers skim over my skin. “Is this what you really contacted me for?” I asked when I pulled back for a breath.
“I texted you,” she pushed my jacket off my shoulders and had my tie overhead, “because I wanted to see you. Because if I keep up the way I’m going without giving into the things that I want then the loneliness will probably swallow me whole.”
It was understandable, so I decided to slow down. I let her undress me at her pace, but I didn’t press her to undress. It seemed natural. Letting her decide the pace, as long as we were together after and we figured out a dynamic that we both could agree on I would be happy.
She worked my shirt open steadily without any doubt. The brush of her fingers on my skin seemed to excite me more. She had my shirt off me when she tugged away from my mouth, she went down, following the line of my neck to my collar bone. Her teeth scraped against my skin and my breath caught in my throat, the feelings she seemed to masterfully invoke were heady. I tilted my head back so I wouldn’t be a hindrance with how she seemed to explore and taste my skin.
She went from my collar down the line between my pecs, the muscles twitched uncontrollably, and I held my breath as she continued down. She knelt in front of me as her skilled tongue swirled down the length of my stomach. The last time she had sucked me off I had came so hard that I hadn’t been able to get it up again for a day. I stopped her when she got to work on my belt, “Don’t.” I could see the need flare to life in her eyes, there wasn’t question in her eyes. There was a look that told me I better have a good reason for telling her no. “We came this far,” I started. “You’re not going to make
this so that we’re not going to both enjoy ourselves.”
Her lips twisted up and she continued with her mission to get into my pants, “You want to fuck me?”
More than anything, but, “I’ve already fucked you twice.” I shrugged my shoulders a little at the surprised look on her face, “At this point, I don’t want to just fuck you. I thought we were clear on that.” I leaned down and pulled her to her feet, “I want more.”
Realization flickered across her face, and I watched it soften, she caught my lips in a kiss. I was overwhelmed with her sweetness, and I didn’t resist as she pulled me onto her bed. We got comfortable laying against one another, kissing and exploring each other. I took pleasure in just touching her without a rush, cupping a breast and finding that she didn’t have a bra on. I hooked her thigh over my hip and rolled my hips against hers.