Climax

by Kohl, Sexxa

  My eyes grow heavy, but I don’t want to let go of her. Instead, I hold on a little longer, afraid of the feelings that will return if I don’t. When the morning light hits me, I awaken to her dark eyes staring down at me.

  Goddamn, she is fucking beautiful.

  “How are you feeling?” I ask her, sitting up.

  “I’m better. Thank you.”

  Pushing myself on up, I quickly get out of bed.

  “Are you hungry?”

  “No.” Her answer is cold and quick. If she wants to play this game, she will never win.

  “Well, you’re going to eat. What would you like? I’ll have it delivered?” I ask, stretching as I walk to the kitchen. Looking around, I don’t see her mom anywhere.

  “Where is your mom? I’ll order something for all of us.”

  “I already had James help her back to our apartment.”

  “Oh, well, then you should be laying down.”

  “I’m fine,” she barks at me. Anger rages in her eyes.

  “Drink then!” I say, shoving a bottle of juice into her face.

  “NOW, Blaire! The doctor said if you didn’t, you’d get worse.”

  She complies, but not happily. I don’t care as long as she fucking drinks the damn thing.

  “Dr. Martin has already been up to check on me. He says I’m fine. I just needed to catch up on sleep.”

  “Blaire, I–”

  She interrupts me.

  “I just wanted to say thank you. I don’t want to stick around for your new girl.”

  “My new girl? What are you talking about?”

  “Don’t play stupid, Jaxxon. I know, all right? I overheard Marcus talking with James yesterday. They said a new girl was coming up today.”

  I don’t even have time to respond when the front door opens unexpectedly. Blaire’s gorgeous face drops when she sees her. The moment I turn my head, I know I am fucked.

  Blaire

  A blonde goddess stands before me in a short tight black uniform. She looks every bit as shocked to see me, as I am to see her.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. The doorman gave me the key, Mr. Ryder.”

  “Your services are no longer needed. I’ll make sure you get paid for the job. Please, just leave us,” he says coldly, without taking his eyes from mine. The beautiful woman nods and leaves the apartment.

  “Mr. Ryder, huh? So she gets to call you by your real name. Nice!” I spit angrily at him and storm out of the room, heading for the door.

  “BLAIRE! Wait!” he yells, but I keep moving. Suddenly, his hand grips around my arm and spins me around to face him.

  “She’s my new housekeeper! My old one is dealing with family health problems. I asked the agency to send me someone to clean the place after I left.”

  “Well, enjoy that little fantasy then! Just maybe, if you call her right now, her ‘services’ will still be available.”

  “Goddamn it, Blaire! I love you! Why can’t you see that?” He charges in front of me, blocking me from leaving. I can see the hurt and the pain in his eyes. It is real. His wounds are deep and raw.

  God, I love him!

  “How can you stand there and say that you love me? You obviously don’t even know what love is!” I shout at him, hitting him in the chest.

  He grabs my hands and pulls me closer to him. His touch makes me melt. His smell calms me.

  “You’re right. I didn’t know what it was, not until you.”

  “Don’t,” I beg, no longer able to hold in my tears.

  Taking a deep breath, he continues his confession.

  “All my life, I’ve watched my father bring his whores in and out of our house. My mother didn’t even give a damn. She’d just leave me to go on another vacation with one of her many boy toys while my father showed me a different love, the kind with belts and fists. I have never mattered to him. I’ve never mattered to anyone except my Grandfather, and he’s gone now.”

  “If you hate your father so much, then why do you choose to be like him?”

  “Because there is a part of me inside that won’t let me free. A part of me will always need to stay in control. When I feel it slipping away, it calls me back into the dark.”

  “But Jaxxon, taking power is not love. Giving power is what love is about. I would have freely given what you’ve forced others to give you.”

  “Why?” he asks, looking at me desperately.

  Taking his face in my hands, I look directly in his chocolate brown eyes. I can see now why he is so tortured. When I look at him, I see the sad little boy staring back at me. He only wants to be loved and accepted. Despite everything, I love this man with all of my heart. He needs to know this. He needs to hear this.

  “Because I love you, Jaxxon Ryder. That’s why.”

  His eyes close to my words. When he reopens them, they are full of tears.

  “You can’t love me, Blaire. Look at what I’ve done to you. I won’t ever be able to forgive myself for that.”

  “Everything you’ve done, I’ve allowed. No matter the reasons, I am the one who chose this. You and I share something unexplainable. This between us has always been more than about some stupid contract.”

  “You deserve someone who doesn’t need to dominate you. You deserve to be in control of your own life.”

  “Jaxxon, most of my life I’ve always had to be in control, even when I didn’t want to be. I’ve met that demon inside you, and it doesn’t scare me. It makes me forget every worry, every trouble in my life. It shows me pleasure from my own pain. Don’t you see? I need that part of you just as much as I need you.”

  “I’m too lost in the darkness to be found,” he says, defeated.

  “Then let me be your light. When you get lost, I will show you the way home. I need you. I love you so much, Jaxxon.”

  Jaxxon

  My angel.

  Dropping to my knees, shame oozes from my pours. Shielding my face with my hands, I feel the regret pour over me. As much as I need her, I don’t deserve her. I feel her kneel beside me. Her sweet soft hands pull both of mine away from my face. Leaning in, she squeezes my hands, causing me to look back into those beautiful eyes.

  “I forgive you,” she whispers against my lips. “Now, forgive yourself.”

  I submit fully to her. My demon raises the white flag.

  I surrender.

  “I love you, Baby. I’ll do anything. Hit me, beat me, anything you want! Just please, PLEASE, don’t leave me,” I beg, grabbing onto her for dear life.

  “I’m here, Jaxxon. I’m not going anywhere,” she whispers in my ear and I smile against her skin. Relief fills my body, but so does my hunger for her.

  “Oh, yes you are,” I reply, kissing her neck. “You’re going back to my bed.” Crashing my lips to hers, we stand back up off the floor. Playfully, I lift her up and she wraps her long legs around my waist. Her dark waves fall around my face as I walk us back to my room. Holding our intense stare, we slowly begin removing each other’s clothes, allowing our hands to freely roam each other’s body.

  Leaning forward, I urge her body to fall back against the bed. Moving between her legs, I can feel the heat radiating from her wet folds.

  “You are so beautiful,” I say, leaning in and kissing her gently on the lips. Her dark eyes bashfully look away, but I pull her chin up, making her look back up at me.

  “Never look away, Blaire. I need to always see your eyes. They are the light that guides me out of the dark.”

  Then, as I slowly ease into her, I watch my demon submit to my angel, my light over the dark.

  It’s been six months since I took off that blindfold. Six months of complete and utter happiness. Six months of finally knowing what it feels like to live. Looking back now, I can’t believe I had not realized it had been him all along. The obvious signs were all around me, yet I’d seemed to stay blind to them all.

  I’m sure you are wondering if we use the blindfold anymore. The answer is no. We no longer
need it. Neither of us wants to hide from each other. I want to see his love for me; I crave that intense connection with him.

  I think there had been lots of reasons he’d used it in the first place. At first, he had said it was to protect his identity, but I think with me, it had been far more than that. He’d meant to protect me from seeing what lived so deep within him.

  Somehow, my beautiful man believed that if I ever saw it, I would run. He had feared his own reflection in my eyes, because he knew it mocked him. He knows now that I need them both. I am not afraid of either of them, no matter how dark he gets. Together they make him who he is, the man I will love for eternity.

  My mom is doing magnificently. Nowadays, I can’t seem to make her slow down any at all! Her radiant spirit inspires me every day. She and James are dating, and I’ve never seen her more happy. Thankfully, she still lives in the same apartment that Jaxxon moved us into. Because of that, I get to see her almost every day. I love having her so close to us because it makes me feel safe having everyone I love near me.

  After we had made up, Jaxxon had wasted no time asking me to move in with him. Actually, if I am to be more accurate, he had insisted on it. But despite his demands, there is no way I would want it any differently. He owns my soul and I can’t be without him. I need him beside me every night, forever. We belong together. We always have and we always will.

  My mom hadn’t been as shocked as I thought she’d be when I told her about Jaxxon and I being in love. Instead of the lecture I’d expected, she’d told me how happy she was to see me with someone who loved me so much. In the beginning, she’d seen the way we looked at each other and knew there was more to the story. I’ve never told my mom about how Jaxxon and I met. That story is only ours to know. It’s a part of my life I treasure, and a part I’d rather forget. At any cost, to have what I have now, I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

  Through the encouragement of him and my mom, I finished my degree. I’d never seen Jaxxon more proud than when I walked across that stage to get my diploma. With both of them cheering me on, along with some of my friends from school, I had never felt so loved.

  Thankfully, Jaxxon turned down the account in London to stay here with me. Since my mom had been such a successful case, Jaxxon insisted that I come to work for him to help with PR for Ryder Technology. At first, I thought working together wouldn’t be a very good idea. I certainly don’t care for his father, nor the way he treated Jaxxon. But when I came to realize that I could promote a wonderful company and be in the arms of the man I love anytime I wanted, well, it became a no brainer to say yes. We get LOTS of work done in those private office meetings, let me tell you! Just not the work we need to be doing when we have an important project coming up.

  “That is what assistants are for,” he would joke before taking me on whatever was nearest to us: desk, couch, counter, against the wall, or window. You get my drift, I’m sure.

  Securing the last black garter on my leg, I smile at the surprise I have in store for him tonight. Faking a bad headache, I’d left early from work. Worried, he didn’t want me going home alone, but with a little help from his personal assistant, he’d been kept swamped in paperwork all afternoon. I think he’s texted me at least every fifteen minutes since I’d left this afternoon.

  Picking up his favorite pen off his desk, I smile at the memory of what he’d had me do with it. Using it to write my note to him, I carefully place it back on top of his desk. The sweet chime of the front door opening alerts me of his arrival, so I hurry back down the hall to our bedroom.

  “Blaire?” His concerned voice echoes through our dark apartment.

  “Blaire, Baby, where are you?” His tone instantly softens when he reaches our room.

  Warm, amber candlelight dances all around us as Chris Brown’s “Sweet Love” plays softly in the background. Smiling seductively, I throw back the covers, revealing my provocative outfit. I’m wearing a black lace camisole teddy with matching boy panties, garters, and hose. His favorite black, lace-up stilettos top off my sexy ensemble. These shoes hurt like hell to stand in, but something tells me that I won’t be doing much standing tonight.

  Continuing with my plan, I motion with my index finger for him to come to me. Even in the candlelight, I can see his eyes darken with desire and need. Frantically, he begins jerking loose his tie while charging toward me. Leaning back across our soft bed, I spread my legs, arching my back as I slide my hand between my legs.

  The weight on the bed shifts and immediately his mouth is on mine, sweetly massaging our tongues in perfect sync. He breaks our kiss and leans his forehead against mine before lightly placing a kiss on my nose.

  “So does this mean you are feeling better, Mrs. Ryder?”

  “I am now that you’re home, Mr. Ryder,” I reply and he rewards me with that killer smile of his. The one I swear should be made illegal because it’s just that lethal! Staring deep into his dark chocolate eyes, I can’t keep from admiring how gorgeous my husband is. It is still hard for me to believe that we’ve been married for a little over a month now. Not wanting a big wedding, Jaxxon and I had decided on a simple beach wedding in Fiji. After which, we’d spent three glorious weeks there on our honeymoon. Three weeks of nothing but complete and total bliss. Three weeks of making this beautiful baby inside of me.

  As I pull him down to me, the candlelight dances off his dark eyes. Kissing my neck, he gently slides his right hand up my inner thigh, making my clit throb harder.

  “I missed you, Baby,” he whispers in my ear before placing another gentle kiss on my neck.

  “Really? How much?” I tease, making him growl in response. He hates it when I tease him. It usually lands me with a deliciously sore bottom, but I love every minute of it.

  “Does Mrs. Ryder want to play?” he asks while tickling me. The man has done every imaginable thing to me, but when he tickles, I surrender!

  “STOP! You’re going to make me pee!” I scream through my uncontrollable laughter.

  “I’d rather make you come,” he breathes across my mouth. My clit throbs; my pussy drenches. The power in his voice has that instant effect on me.

  “Oh, yeah?” I tease him again, but this time he grabs my hands and forces them above my head.

  “Don’t move them! I mean it!” he orders. I keep them in place as if they have an invisible binding on them. We play this game all the time, and I never challenge his orders. Well okay, sometimes I do. But it’s only because I love the punishments he gives me. Nowadays, we make love just as much as we enjoy the harder stuff. We still use Level 9 many times a week. It’s a necessity just as much for me as it is for him. Only now, we know the limits of our control. We save each other; we share a connection unlike anything I could ever desire. His demon leads me into the dark; I guide him back out to the light. He is my life, my forever.

  Kissing down my jaw, he works down to my chest. My body is on fire for him. Cradling my face, he lifts up and gently licks up my lip. Catching his tongue, I bite down and he laughs at my boldness.

  “Does my beautiful wife need reminding of who is in charge?” he says, biting my jaw.

  I smile at his words as he keeps working his way down my chest, pulling the strap of my camisole down on one arm to engulf my engorged breast in his mouth. Jaxxon relentlessly bites down hard on my nipple, sending waves of pleasure through my body as he twists my other one through the lace. The friction of the rough lace against my breast only enhances the erotic sensation. Throwing my head back, I moan, reveling in the rough movements on my chest.

  He tenderly edges his fingers at the top lace of my boy shorts. When he reaches further down, he discovers how soaked I already am for him. He makes me this way. I am always ready for my demon, for my lover.

  “Jesus! You are dripping, Baby!” he says against my skin.

  “I want you,” I whisper and he moans.

  Pulling up my dark lace teddy, he leans down to place a soft kiss just above my mound, inching his way u
p to my navel. And then he stops. I hear his breath hitch and I smile. He has seen his surprise.

  “Blaire? Oh my God,” he gasps. His fingertips lightly trace over the words written on my stomach.

  Hi Daddy!

  “Well? What do you think, Daddy?” I ask, nervously waiting for his reply. We’ve discussed having kids, just not this soon.

  “We’re having a baby?” he asks, his face still in complete shock.

  Oh, no! He’s not happy!

  “Yes, Sweetheart. We’re having a baby. The doctor confirmed it this afternoon. That’s where I went after I left the office. I wanted to make sure before I surprised you. I’m sorry. I know all of this is happening, maybe too soon,” I reply, hanging my head.

  Lifting my chin, he caresses my cheek with his other hand and smiles before placing both of them on my face. I reach up and set my hands on top of his, locking eyes with my beautiful husband’s adoring gaze.

  “I love you, Blaire Ryder.” He kisses my lips tenderly and then releases my face. Moving down to my belly, his warm lips press against my skin, directly over where I had written the words.

  “I love you, Baby Ryder. But you’d better cover your ears. I’m going to make your mommy scream awfully loud,” he says to my stomach before lifting his dark, heated eyes back to mine. The love and desire in his stare is my undoing.

  “Time to play, Mrs. Ryder,” he growls, holding his hand to take mine.

  And with that my sweet demon surfaces, showing me that there is light even in the dark. Our love story is our own modern day fairytale. Jaxxon Alexander Ryder has officially become my Ultimate Climax and my Happily FOREVER After.

  ~The End~

  A Very Special Note from Sexxa:

  Hello My Loves! Thank you so very much for reading my book. Please leave me a review! Erotica has always been both captivating and beautiful to me. When I originally wrote Climax, I thought I was finished telling my story, but a funny thing happened. Honey started screaming in my ears, demanding to be heard. And so, I am thrilled to introduce her story…Dominate.