Beautifully Twisted

by Jennifer Domenico

  Oh my God, it’s amazing. Alexa pulls away, not wanting to feel the tingle his kiss is causing. “That’s enough,” she says, abruptly.

  “Yes, mistress.”

  Alexa watches as Brett gets his coat, draining his glass of whiskey. She grins as his demeanor changes right before her eyes, the submissive slave momentarily put away. He turns and rubs the erection threatening to bust through his slacks.

  “See this? It’s for you.”

  She smiles. Impressive.

  Brett walks close to her, rubbing her cheek softly. “I may have met my match in you.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “Thank you for tonight. I hope there will be more to come.”

  “Maybe.”

  He smiles and kisses her cheek. “I’ll see myself out.”

  “Good night.”

  That was much better than she anticipated. Here she thought she was just going out with another average guy and he turns out to be into it. She shakes her head as she removes her makeup and brushes her teeth.

  Alexa wasn’t expecting such a sensual kiss and such expert touch. Brett could actually be a contender for her affection. Climbing into bed, she drifts quickly to sleep.

  Scott looks down at his watch. Twelve fucking fifteen. Why the fuck hasn’t she called yet? He just finished speaking to Brett and the conversation made his skin crawl. Brett was the one thing he asked her not to do and now he wasn’t sure she kept her promise.

  “You are mine, Alexa. Mine.”~ Scotty

  Her ringing phone startles Alexa awake. Oh shit. Scotty. “Hello,” she answers.

  “Hello? I told you to call me.”

  “I fell asleep.” She looks over at her clock, twelve-thirty. “It’s after midnight, Scott. Good night.”

  “I’m coming over.”

  “No, you are not. I’m in bed.”

  “I’ll be in your bed with you.”

  “What if I’m not alone?”

  “I know you’re alone, Alexa. You know how I know? Because I just fucking talked to Brett. You said you wouldn’t fuck him!” He’s yelling now. She can’t remember the last time he was this angry with her. Has he ever been?

  “Did he tell you I did?”

  “I’m on my way. Tell the front desk. You don’t want to see what I’ll do if you don’t open your fucking door.”

  “Calm down, Scotty. You are way overreacting.”

  “Am I?”

  “Very much so.”

  “I’ll be there in five.”

  “Okay.”

  Oh great, a showdown with Scott Patrick in the middle of the night. Just how she wanted the evening to end. She calls down to the front desk to reserve a visitor pass for him.

  She walks to the bathroom to splash her face with cool water. She’ll need her senses about her to deal with his temper tantrum.

  Alexa wonders if Brett lied and said she fucked him. Looks like she’s not the only one trying to make Scott jealous. She hears the pounding on her door and quickly opens it. Scott walks inside in a huff, his face red with anger.

  “Scott, it’s the middle of the night. You don’t need to be so loud.”

  “You could have prevented this by fucking calling me when I told you to.”

  “I fell asleep.”

  He stands in front of her, staring, his eyes filled with anger. “Did you let him fuck you?”

  “Did he say I did?”

  “No. Not exactly. He said you were divine, sexy, and just what he needed in his life.”

  “Okay. So why do you think we had sex?”

  “His voice, Alexa. I’ve never heard him sound like that before. Only that sweetness between your legs could do that to him.”

  “You’re wrong. I did not have sex with him.”

  He exhales. “Then what did you do?”

  “Nothing.”

  “He was here?” He looks at the empty glasses on the coffee table.

  “Yes, for a while.”

  “Did you kiss him?”

  She stares hard at him. “You’re torturing yourself, Scott.”

  “No! You’re torturing me. Did you fucking kiss him? Answer me, goddammit.”

  “Yes.”

  Scott grabs her around the waist suddenly, backing her against the wall behind. “You are mine, Alexa. Mine.”

  “No. I’m not.”

  “Why? What happened with us?”

  “You left me!”

  Scott’s lips come down hard on hers, his frustration building. Alexa resists, pushing against his shoulders, trying desperately to keep his tongue from penetrating her mouth. “You must have wanted this, baby girl,” Scott says, momentarily breaking the kiss. “You’ve been trying so hard to piss me off. Well, you succeeded.”

  Scott kisses her again, his tongue assaulting her mouth. This time, she responds willingly, even though everything in her wishes she could resist. “Are his kisses like mine?” he asks. “Do they make you feel like I do?”

  “No.”

  Scott smiles.

  “His are nicer. Softer.” She glares into his eyes. If she didn’t know better, she thought for sure he would slap her face, but she knew she could push. Scott Patrick would never physically hurt her. At least, not in a way she didn’t want him too.

  Raising her wrists above her head, he holds them tightly together, his hips pressed against hers, pinning her to the wall. “Is that what you want? You want soft and nice?”

  Alexa’s eyes begin to well with tears. Oh no, no tears! Not in front of Scotty! Why am I crying? Fuck. “Scotty, you’re hurting me.” Her voice cracks from the tears she’s fighting. He’s hurting her alright but it’s her heart that aches, not her body.

  “I thought you liked pain.”

  “Stop,” she pleads, struggling against him.

  “Say it nicely.”

  “Kitty,” she whispers. It’s the only way he knows when she’s serious.

  He pulls back, releasing her from the bondage of his grip. She turns away from his stare, unable to hold the tears back any longer.

  “Baby girl… you’re crying? Did I hurt you?” His voice softens and she knows he’s truly concerned he hurt her somehow.

  She walks away and sits quietly on the couch, her head lowered in shame. How she got herself in this situation, she isn’t quite sure.

  Scott approaches slowly, sitting next to her on the sofa. “Baby girl…”

  “Stop calling me that.”

  “I always call you that.”

  “What do you want from me, Scotty?”

  “Everything.”

  “Why? Why now?”

  “I never stopped wanting you. Never.”

  “Whatever. You didn’t seem to have any problem moving on with your life after I left.”

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “Yes.”

  “I wasn’t trying to. I thought you wanted me to be rough. That’s what we do.”

  She isn’t ready to explain that she isn’t talking about a physical pain. “I don’t know what I want anymore.”

  “Did he dominate you?”

  “Who?”

  “Brett.”

  “No.”

  “He’s normal?”

  No, not normal. Far from it. “I guess. I don’t know. We didn’t do anything.”

  “You said you kissed him.”

  “Yeah, so what?”

  “I don’t like that.”

  “That’s clear.”

  “I want you.”

  She looks up at him. “Also clear.”

  “Now.”

  Alexa sighs. “I’ve been pushed around enough for the evening.”

  “We can be normal.”

  She laughs, wiping tears from her face. “Normal? Us? That’s hysterical.”

  “We could try.” His voice is soft.

  “No thanks.”

  “Don’t shut me out, Alexa.”

  “You’re just trying to soothe your wounded ego. You’ll have to do that on your own time.”

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nbsp; Scott frowns. He knew he had a lot of work to do still to get Alexa to open up. “Why did you cry? Tell me the truth.”

  “Because I’m exhausted. I’m frustrated, and most of all I’m confused.”

  “Confused about what? Are you attracted to Brett?”

  Am I? Or just attracted to his submissive quality. I have no idea. “I don’t know.”

  “You don’t know? You realize I’ll kill you both before I let him have you.”

  “That’s a bit overdramatic, don’t you think? It’s time for you to go home.”

  “You think I’m joking?”

  “I think you’re unbalanced.”

  “I’m not giving up.”

  “You know what this is about? This is the first time you’ve had to compete for my attention and you have no idea how to handle it. You’re so used to me being at your every beck and call.” She laughs. “You should just face the fact. I don’t belong to you anymore. You’re not the only man.”

  Scott stands and paces the living room, running his hands over his head. She’s never seen him so agitated. Alexa is shocked to realize his angst over her is a complete turn on.

  “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Driving me crazy like this,” he asks.

  “Every second of it, actually.”

  “What would you do if I left tomorrow and you never saw me again?”

  “Get some sleep. Maybe have a regular relationship with someone.”

  “No one excites you like me. Your life would be boring if I weren’t here.”

  That much is true, sadly. It was boring, painfully so. “Go home, Scott.”

  “No. Not until you tell me one thing.”

  “I did not fuck Brett.”

  “How many men since me? I just need to know.”

  She stands and throws her hands in the air. “This is ridiculous, you know that. Go home.”

  “Why won’t you just answer me?”

  “Because it’s none of your fucking business.”

  “You will always be my business, baby girl.”

  “Leave.”

  “Answer me.”

  He walks closer to her but she moves quickly, darting away from him. He catches her arm, and pulls her into his chest. He sweeps her hair from her eyes, holding her close to him.

  “Let me go, Scotty.” She struggles against him but she is no match for the strength of his hold.

  “Never.”

  He kisses her–this time, soft and sweet. Reaching down, he unties her robe, revealing her nakedness underneath. His hands roam freely, gently caressing her tingling flesh. Sliding her robe off her shoulders, he lets it fall to the floor. Looking up, she locks eyes with him. She’s never seen his black eyes so warm before.

  “Let me make love to you, baby girl. Let me show you that I can.”

  She throws her head back, baring her throat to his kisses. His hand slides between her legs, rubbing her most sensitive parts, the way only he can.

  Here we go again.

  Alexa looks back at him and unbuttons his shirt, running her hands against the smooth hardness of his chest. He smiles, revealing his beautiful, white teeth, then scoops her up and carries her to the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed.

  “You’re beyond beautiful, you know that? You’re the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever known.”

  “No talking, please.”

  “Why? You think I’ll say something wrong?”

  She shakes her head. She doesn’t want him to talk because she doesn’t want to say anything back.

  “Tell me, baby girl. Tell me how I make you feel.”

  “Confused.”

  Scott places small kisses across her stomach, lingering over each breast, then back up to her mouth. She has to admit, it feels amazing. Why is he being so gentle?

  She runs her hands down his back, squeezing his muscles as she does. She opens her eyes, straining to make out his tattoos in the dark. Scott takes her hand and rubs it over his chest.

  “I have a new one here. Did you see it?”

  “No.”

  Scott climbs off of her, and flips the bathroom light on, letting in just enough light. He walks back to her, his sinewy body moving gracefully. Standing next to the bed, he unzips his jeans, letting them fall to the floor and pulls his boxers down, revealing his desire for her.

  Getting back on the bed, he straddles her hips and takes her hand again, rubbing it across his chest once more. “It says bella donna. It means beautiful woman in Italian.”

  Alexa focuses on the cursive font it was written in. It’s beautiful, actually.

  “It’s for you. Look here, closer.”

  Rising up on her elbows, she squints to see the tiny writing under the tattoo, where Scott points.

  “What does it say, Alexa?”

  She reads it aloud. “Baby girl.” Her eyes look up to his, full of shock.

  “For you,” he says. “I told you I never left.”

  Alexa is speechless as he pushes her legs apart, sliding in between them, his hand rubbing her softly, luxuriously, and coaxing sweet moans from her lips.

  “I can be whatever you need, Alexa, just give me a chance.” He kisses her neck. “Please say yes.”

  He enters her, filling her with his size. It’s the best feeling in the world to her, being wrapped in his arms, filled with his glorious cock. The best.

  “Look at me, Alexa.”

  Her eyes meet his. “I’m sorry for everything.” He pumps harder into her. “So sorry. I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t know how to make you go.”

  “Why did you want me to leave?”

  “The deal…I said I would.” He holds her close, his body tensing against her. “Oh, Jesus, Alexa…you’re so tight. You’re gonna make me come.”

  Alexa wraps her legs around his waist in response, arching her back to bring him closer. She loved to watch his expression when he came. It was the rare moment his guard was down.

  “Oh, shit… Lexi… shit.” Scott closes his eyes as he pours into her. He rolls off of her, keeping his hand wrapped in hers. “I promised, Alexa. That was the deal, remember? You become my sub in exchange for me teaching you what you needed and helping you with your career. When the London opportunity came up, I knew you would be perfect for it. I also knew you wouldn’t leave unless I acted like I didn’t need you anymore. It was the only way.”

  She lays next to him completely shocked. His rejection was to help her? He’s absolutely right. She never would have left. “Scotty…I…I don’t know what to say.”

  “Then you came here and your star rose so high so fast. I’m so incredibly proud of you. But when I saw you six months ago, you were so cold. I made you hate me. I can’t sleep at night thinking of all the men that have had your glorious body since we split. I can’t stand it, Alexa.”

  It’s not as bad as he thinks. Should I just put him out of his misery now? Alexa ponders her next comment. No doubt she loves the feeling of her little boy toys eating her out, but never, not once, has she let a cock other than Scott’s enter her. She wasn’t sure she ever would.

  “You shouldn’t think about things like that, Scotty.”

  “You said you give it to whomever you please.”

  “I said those things to hurt you.”

  “Why do you want to hurt me?”

  “Because you hurt me first.”

  “Alexa…”

  “Scotty, there’s been no one but you. I haven’t had sex with anyone else.”

  He sighs. “Don’t lie to me. What’s with all the dominatrix talk then?”

  “It’s control for me. I never let them fuck me. I can’t.”

  “They do other stuff though?”

  She nods her head. “Yes, to me. But I don’t do anything to them.”

  “That’s still hard for me.”

  “I know.”

  “You’re telling me the truth?”

  “One hundred percent.”

  Scott tenderly strokes Alexa’s arm. “I ca
n’t tell you how much it kills me to think of you with other men…and then to think Brett was going to have you.”

  “You decided that, not me.”

  “I’m the only man you’ve been with…ever?”

  “Yes.”

  “Alexa, can we start again? I can’t live without you, I’ve tried. I need you back.”

  “Again, it’s not going to work. Different countries.”

  “Logistics. We can figure it out. The hardest thing I’ve ever done was let you go. When we started, I never expected things between us to be so perfect.”

  Yes, it was perfect. During the past year, Alexa tried so hard to convince herself it was just sex but if she stopped to think about it, she knew she was attached to him. He always treated her though like it meant nothing to him. She assumed he kept her around so long just for control. After all, she was his star.

  “It can’t be the same though. I don’t want to be your sub anymore,” she says softly.

  “Do you expect me to be yours?”

  “No.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I have no idea.”

  “Do you want me?”

  “Isn’t the answer to that obvious?”

  “Not even a little bit.”

  “You’re in my bed.”

  “I pushed my way here.”

  “I let you.”

  He smiles, rolling on top of her. “Let’s go back to the beginning, baby girl. Back when you walked into my office for that interview, full of innocence and ambition. Let’s start there again.”

  “A week after that I was on my knees in front of you.”

  “No more of that,” he says.

  “I don’t believe you. The first chance you had, you dominated me. You still want it.”

  “Alexa Drake, how blind are you? Can’t you see what’s happening to me? I pulled out the only trick I had to get you back in my arms. I walked in your office and you shut down right in front of my eyes. I was desperate. Besides… you went along with it but you keep saying you don’t want it anymore. Why did you do it?”

  “For the same reason. To get back into your arms.”

  “We’re on the same page then.”

  “It seems that way.”

  “I’m sorry I hurt you. I thought it was the right thing to do.”

  “You didn’t have to be so mean about it.”