Climax

by Kohl, Sexxa

“If you think for one minute that I am going to let you fuck me over, you are mistaken.”

  “Get out, Stacy!”

  “No! Not until you tell me what I did wrong?” she pleas.

  GREAT! Just fucking great!

  “You and I were nothing more than a quick fuck and you know it. I’m sorry if you can’t understand, but I’m not interested anymore.”

  “Baby, don’t do this,” she says, throwing herself on me

  Baby? What the fuck? She is straight up crazy!

  “Stacy, get off me! I told you I am not interested!” I yell, furiously shoving her off me.

  Her blue eyes turn murderous and then I feel the slap of her hand across my face.

  I’m an asshole. I deserve that.

  “You bastard!”

  I let that one go. She’s right. I am one.

  “I hope your next whore is worth it!”

  Anger overtakes me. I want to break her neck for saying that about Blaire.

  Before she can assault me again, I grab hold of her raised hand, and drag her to my office door.

  “SECURITY!” I yell and two men come running down the hall.

  “Escort this woman out of this building and be sure to destroy her employee badge! She is to be permanently banned from the premises. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir, Mr. Ryder,” the tall security guard answers while dragging a screaming Stacy down the hall.

  “Jaxxon!” My father screams at me. “In my office! NOW!”

  Following him back to his office, he slams the door behind him.

  “What the hell was that all about?”

  “I handled it Father.”

  “Handled it? Yes, I saw exactly how you handled it. I want to tell you that I just got off the phone with the London office and they have made the arrangements for you to fly out this weekend.”

  “Thank you,” I reply and turn to leave.

  “Jaxxon, I would advise you focus on your career while in London instead of fucking the women in the office. I’ll admit Ms. Mathers was a bit of trouble here.”

  I cringe at the revelation that he’d fucked her too.

  Without answering him, I leave.

  Fucking hypocrite.

  Returning to my office, I pour a glass of bourbon and collapse in my chair. This time next week, I will be sitting in my new London office, far away from this town, my father, and Blaire.

  Blaire

  “It looks like they are letting me break out of here on Friday, Sweetheart,” my mom jokes from the wheelchair I’m pushing. She is doing so well today that I decided to take her for a walk out around the hall. It is so good to see her in such good spirits. I should be so happy at her getting ready to come home, but I can’t stop thinking about Mr. R.

  He hasn’t called or messaged me all day and I don’t know what to make of it. Maybe he’s already replaced me with someone else. Maybe I had been wrong and he didn’t care for me at all. How stupid does this make me?

  We finally return to her room and I help her settle back in the bed.

  “You look so tired, Blaire. Why don’t you go home and lay down?”

  “I’m fine, Mom.” I reply while pulling the covers over her.

  “Tell me what is bothering you, please, Baby.”

  “Really, I’m good,” I say. Maybe it is better I go home. I’m not good company anyways.

  “I think I’m going to head home, I’m feeling more tired than I thought.”

  She grabs my hand and squeezes.

  “I love you so much, Sweetheart. Things are going to get better for us now. I promise.”

  Somehow, for me, I don’t think things will ever be better.

  Jaxxon

  I don’t call her.

  I can’t.

  Every part of my body needs her. She is the fire in my soul. Because of her, my demon sleeps. Don’t think it hasn’t crossed my mind just to march two floors down and show her what she has done to me. I want to take her into my arms and tell her something that I desperately need her to know.

  I love her.

  Yes, I love her.

  Do I want to let go of her tomorrow?

  Of course not! But I need to.

  The night air blows across my face as I stand on my rooftop deck. The city is still alive below me, but that is hard for me to believe when I feel so dead inside. The papers on the table outside begin to rustle, reminding me of where I’d laid them.

  The contract.

  This stupid fucking packet of nonsense has done nothing but bring me grief and suffering. I had been an arrogant and selfish asshole to insist she do this. Caring for her was never supposed to happen. I don’t know how to care, how to love. When I think of what I’ve done and what I’ve taken from her, it isn’t any wonder where my soul is destined.

  Straight to hell.

  She’s sacrificed everything for her mother. Blaire has shown me a kind of love that I never thought existed.

  Unconditional, beautiful love.

  It isn’t a fairy tale; it isn’t extinct. It lives through her. It now lives through me. Coursing through these once icy, cold-blooded bastard’s veins is love. She’s transformed me.

  She is the antidote to my poisoned soul.

  I have to fix this. I can’t do this to her another second. Even though this is the thirteenth day, it’s over.

  All of it is over.

  Blaire

  When I wake up this morning, my heart hurts. I am so empty inside without him. Patting the covers next to me, I search for my phone. I had slept with it in my arms in hopes he would call. The call that, of course, never happened.

  As I pad my way out into the brightly lit apartment, I shield my eyes from the sun. I know now what a vampire must feel because I quickly search for a dimmer spot in the kitchen to hide.

  After I’ve finished my cup of coffee, I sense my body finally awakening. Pouring another cup, I grab a granola bar and a banana, and then head to the living room. Just as I am about to sit my cup down, a black envelope on my table catches my eyes.

  My name is beautifully written on the gray tab on the front. There is no doubt whom it’s from or how it had gotten there. He’d come in here last night and left it. For the life of me, I can’t understand why he didn’t wake me.

  Picking up the envelope, I allow it to rest in my lap. It feels so heavy against my legs. My mind races as to what it could be. With only one way to put the torture out of my system, I lift the flap and tear it open. Holding my breath, I close my eyes and reach in to retrieve whatever is inside. When I finally get the courage to open my eyes, my heart drops. My hands are trembling so much that I drop the contents on the floor. There on the hardwood floor lies my contract ripped in half, and now thanks to him, I officially have the heart that matches it.

  Like a zombie for the rest of the day, I go through the motions of my monotonous life. Everything inside of me is numb and uncaring. Standing before my bathroom mirror, I see a ruined, dirty girl, a whore, someone who no one will ever want.

  Day 14

  Blaire

  Late into the night, I am awakened.

  His demon calls me. I can hear him.

  Wrapping my black, short silk robe around me, I prepare to go to him.

  In a daze, I wander onto the elevator and slide in my key. Moments later, it stops at Level 9 and the doors open. I hesitate, unsure of whether or not I am losing my mind, or if this is actually real.

  Bravely, I step off and continue walking ahead. I can’t explain it, but the room in the far back pulls me to it. Like a moth to a flame, I enter.

  The two long walls of tall windows saturate the room in rich glowing moonlight. A massive, king-sized canopy bed sits on a raised platform in the middle of the room. Adorned in white, luxurious linens and pillows, the bed makes the room look so peaceful and inviting. To be on this floor, this whole scene seems out of place. Shouldn’t there be shackles and swings everywhere? This looks too normal, too intimate.

  Dragging my hand across
the soft white bedding, I continue to gravitate towards the windows. When I stare down at the traffic below, I spot a woman getting out of a cab. I wonder what her life is like. Is she is happy? Then I see a man come up and pull her into his arms. Of course, she is happy. She has someone who loves her. Her life is not sick and fucked up like mine.

  Turning around, I sadly walk back to the large bed and crawl up onto it. It feels like heaven, lying back against the soft fabric. Catching a glimpse of the mirrored canopy above me, I stare at the person looking back at me.

  Who is this girl?

  If I had something I could throw and break the mirror with, I would.

  I can hear the demon call me again.

  Reaching in the pocket of my robe, I pull out my blindfold, secure it around my face, and fall back to the bed.

  He is close. I can feel him.

  Jaxxon

  He has finally awakened in me. I should have known that he wouldn’t stay quiet for long. A day is too long without the feel of her body, without her love. My demon and I are both in agony. I want to give up and walk away from her, but the darkness that resides deep inside won’t let me.

  Shuffling out of bed, I go to where I am summoned. Maybe when the demon sees that the space is empty, it will die. Then I can finally be at peace.

  The floor is dark and quiet. From the moment I step off the elevator, I am pulled. When I find myself standing at the last door on the far side of the room, I lean my head against the door and close my eyes.

  The room.

  Damn this fucking room!

  I had done it all for her. She deserves a place that isn’t about torture and pain. I had wanted some way to show her peace in what we share together and to prove that there is light even in the dark. I need her to see that she is my light.

  The demon laughs at me, relentlessly mocking me. Angrily, I proceed to push open the door, preparing to destroy every inch of the room.

  Heaven has found Hell and it’s now laying in my bed, fast asleep.

  Blaire.

  My perfect magnificent angel glows in the moonlight, looking so peaceful as she sleeps. Her long ebony waves cascade around her shoulders, draping over her flawless olive skin. Her short, black silk robe teases me by being slightly open, exposing her black panties, and showing off her long sexy as fuck legs. I’m so transfixed by her that I don’t realize I’ve been standing here holding my breath. Quietly, I inch closer.

  As I approach the bed, I see the blindfold and my heart pulls. My beautiful submissive angel has come to me.

  Gently, I place a knee on the bed and lean over to kiss her. The moment my lips taste hers, I am lost. Her mouth opens to my urgency, giving me exactly what I crave. I’ve missed her so goddamn much and it’s only been one fucking day. Sliding my arm underneath her back, I pull her in closer. Her soft hands run through my hair, tugging fiercely as our hunger grows deeper. I never stop kissing her as I tug on the sash of her robe, yanking it open. Leaning up, I run my hand down her chest, proceeding down to her toned stomach. Her beautiful body arches at my touch as her legs fall open.

  Sweet Jesus, that is a gorgeous sight. My dick is so fucking hard for her.

  Moving my lips to her stomach, I throw her legs over my shoulders and shove my nose into her core. The black lace is soaked with her juices and her scent intoxicates me. Her delicious smell is like the rarest aphrodisiac. I want it all to myself. I will kill anyone who ever touches her. She is mine.

  Yanking down her panties, I watch her lift her ass for me to take them off. Kissing up her inner thigh, I dig my fingernails into the back of her legs while pulling her drenched pussy to my mouth. Plunging my tongue inside of her, I suck every drop of her down. I’m insatiable when it comes to her.

  “Please! Don’t stop! Yes! OH GOD! YES!” she screams, arching her back and gripping the sheets above her. With my other hand, I yank down my boxers and ram inside of her.

  FUCK!

  I have never been this hard.

  Over and over, I impale her with my hot, throbbing cock. I grab her hands and slam them above her head, pinning her down as I pound into her sweet pussy.

  “You feel so goddamn good, Baby,” I growl, shoving myself deep into her. The canopy bed shakes so violently that I’m sure we are going to break it.

  “Come for me!” I order.

  Her pussy instantly clamps down on me, and I feel her body climb to her release. I fight hard to not come in her.

  “That’s it, Baby, come on my dick!”

  “Ah. Oh. Yes. Oh, YES! Please harder! YES!” she screams.

  I flip her onto her knees and pull her back against me, slapping her ass. Lining up to her opening, I enter her hard and quick from behind. She yelps and then lets out a loud moan, driving more into the demon’s madness.

  “Give me more of that ass!” I demand and she pushes back against me.

  Forcefully, I tug her hair, making her sit upright to take me.

  “Fuck that dick, Baby! Yeah!” I snarl. My demon roars in delight.

  Slap! Slap! I smack her ass harder. Her skin is glowing red.

  “Spank me harder, Sir,” she begs and the demon inside of me fills with pride. She has no idea what she is doing to me.

  Grabbing her hair again, I pull out of her and turn her to face me. Taking both my hands, I push her head down, forcing her to take my dick into her mouth.

  “SUCK ME! Taste your cum!” I order, hissing loudly when her lips seal tightly around my cock.

  Fuck yes!

  “See how fucking delicious you are?”

  “Mmmm,” she moans and I shove her head harder up and down. I fight the urge to come in her mouth, but she is driving me insanely close to my release. I let her go and bring her hips upward, positioning her over me. Propped up on the pillows behind me, I sit up while she rides me.

  “Ride me! Slam that pussy down on my cock!” I command. I watch her glorious full tits bounce up and down above me. Her long waves cascade down her back. I cup her ass into my hands and thrust upward in her, matching her rhythm.

  “Oh FUCK! Oh…YES! Oh, my God, YESSSSSS!” She explodes all over my dick. Her nails dig deep into my chest, drawing streaks of blood.

  Spiraling to my own release, I grab her waist, holding it down as I drench her insides with my cum. I can’t hold it back. Her name erupts through my lips in a scream.

  “BLAIRE!” I shout as my vision goes blurry from my orgasm.

  When I blink again, it clears, but my euphoria leaves when she reaches up and unties the blindfold from her face.

  Oh, God, No!

  With my throbbing cock still inside of her, my angel looks down upon her demon. Her dark eyes are confused and full of hurt. My chest constricts with pain.

  “No!” she gasps, jumping off me. With eyes pained, she scampers off the bed, shielding herself with her hands.

  “Let me explain.” I beg, leaping off the bed to go to her. I tenderly touch her arm, but she jerks away, looking at me with broken expression.

  “Get your motherfucking hands off me! How could you?” she screams with tears in her beautiful dark eyes.

  I just want to hold her in my arms; I want to kiss away those tears. I want to make this right, but no matter what I do, I can’t. The damage has been done.

  “Has it been you all along?” she asks through her cries. I shamefully nod in response, watching her shoulders slump in sadness.

  NO! I can’t lose her!

  “Why? Why would you do this to me?” Her voice shakes with despair.

  There is no right answer to give. I don’t know what to say.

  “I’m sorry, Blaire,” I apologize, while handing her black robe to her.

  She furiously jerks it out of my hands.

  Her fury feeds the evil. The demon inside me loves seeing this, but it’s killing me to watch her come apart.

  “Sure, you’re sorry! This has all been a funny game for you, hasn’t it? I’m sure it was some elaborate plan for you to get your sick fucking thrill
s off having some desperate virgin. You have NO idea what you have done! I gave up everything for this. Everything!”

  “I know! GOD! I KNOW!” I scream, while yanking at my hair. “Do you think for one goddamn minute that this has been easy for me? You were never supposed to tell me no that night at the club in the first place! I had to have you! You gave me no choice.”

  “Had to have me, huh? Is that why you made me sign that goddamn contract and blackmailed me with those pictures? All because you had to have me?”

  “Yes, it was, but the contract wasn’t real. I made it all up, Blaire. I had to. One night with you would never have been enough for me. Fuck! Even a thousand nights with you would never be enough.”

  “FUCK YOU!” she screams.

  “Blaire, you have to listen to me!”

  “I don’t have to listen to a damn thing! You used me.” She spits angrily at me before continuing. “You had me from the first time I saw you in that club. I have never wanted anything more in my life. But none of that mattered to you then, because you wasted no time shoving your dick in Honey’s mouth.”

  “STOP!” I shout at her, but she doesn’t.

  The truth hurts. She’s wanted me from the beginning just as much as I’ve wanted her, but then I went and fucked all of that up!

  “I was wrong to have done that, but I got so angry when you turned me down. The whole time I was with her, I was thinking of you. You have to believe me! When you found us, I stopped Honey and ran after you. Don’t you remember me coming out into the parking lot that night?”

  “Jesus! Give me a fucking break! Really? You expect me to believe that? Is that why you brought her back here and paid her to do all of those things to me while I was strapped to a chair? What did you expect? A happy, willing threesome?”

  “NO! GODDAMNIT! I wanted to push you beyond your limits and get you to submit to me. Every time I’m with you, I lose more of myself. I wanted you to be reminded of who’s in control. When I chose Honey, I thought it would be easier on you to do those things with a girl that you know. I didn’t think.”

  “Easier? EASIER? Who gives a fuck about making ANYTHING easier on me? You say you were the one who didn’t have a choice, but that’s not true! I’m the one that didn’t have the choice! I couldn’t let my mom die! I did the only thing I could do to get that kind of money. I gave you everything I had, and now I have nothing.” She laughs wildly. It scares the living shit out of me. Her eyes are glassy; her heart is breaking. All of this is torturing her to have to relive this in her mind.