Beautifully Twisted

by Jennifer Domenico

  She sits up slightly in her seat as Scott pulls his car into the underground garage of his hotel. They pull into a parking spot and as Scott turns off the ignition he orders her to stay in her seat. She does, and watches him walk around to her side, opening the door for her. The last thing she expects out of Scott right now is romance.

  She steps out of the car and starts to walk towards the elevators when Scott suddenly twirls her around by the arm, pressing her back against the still warm hood of the car.

  “Scotty, what are you doing?” she asks, looking nervously around the garage.

  “Fucking you, part one.”

  “Scotty, no! Not here.”

  “You’re not in charge here, my dear, and you know it. If you fight me, I’ll just make it worse for you.” He shoves her skirt up and she watches with shock and excitement as he unzips his jeans and reveals his massive desire for her. “The only time I’m happy is when I’m with you, do you know that, Alexa? We are meant for each other, you and me. There is no one on this planet that could possibly make my heart beat like you do. I don’t even give a fuck if we get caught. I’d spend a night in jail for you.”

  He thrusts into her, causing her to whimper softly. Holding her face between his hands, he stares intently into the green of her eyes. His face holds so much emotion it startles her. She knows in this moment of pure abandon, she knows, this was the way it was always going to be for them. This was the way it had to be. There may be moments of peace and tenderness, but there would be more moments of explosive passion, more moments of disregard for the outside world, more moments of giving every piece of herself to him. She closes her eyes as Scott pumps above her, his face resting against her neck. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer to her, feeling her guard lower, her resolve weaken, her heart soften. She felt a sudden freedom, like her soul had found its way home again. A lone tear slides down her cheek as she feels Scott’s body tense against hers; quietly releasing himself into her.

  She whispers into his ear, knowing there are no words more true for her than these, “I belong to you, Scotty. I want to. I want this.” She lifts her head slightly to kiss his neck. “And I love you. I love you with everything in me.”

  Scott lifts his head and gazes into Alexa’s eyes, his own softening as he gently pulls out of her. “Alexa, there are no sweeter words to me than yours. Even when you tell me to fuck off, I still adore your words. But hearing words of love come from that gorgeous mouth of yours; I could live off of them for the rest of my life.”

  “Maybe I’ll just keep telling you then. It feels good to say it,” she says, smiling.

  “For the rest of my life? That’s what I want, Alexa. I want you for the rest of my life.”

  Alexa’s heart beats wildly at the sound of his words. Here they were, in a London hotel parking garage, half naked, and professing such strong declarations. She needed a moment to digest it all. “Shall we go upstairs while we’re still allowed to show our faces here?” she asks.

  “Yes, although I’m sure security enjoyed the show,” Scott says as he winks at her.

  She shakes her head, avoiding the thought of being watched on the security cameras. But then again it was kind of hot.

  Alexa stands and smooths her skirt down. She laughs as Scott shoves her panties into the front pocket of his jeans. He pulls her close, and whispers in her ear, “I wasn’t joking. It’s time for part two.”

  They walk into the hotel, Alexa avoiding eye contact with the employees as they ride up the elevator to Scott’s room. He opens the door and gestures for her to walk in. She turns to say something and finds him pulling his sweater off walking towards her with such a dark look in his eyes, she has no idea what his intent his. He reaches her and wraps his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her mouth to his and kissing her hard, so hard she almost wants to pull away. Almost. Jesus, how does he do this to me? How does he make me want him like this?

  He breaks away from kissing her but continues to stare into her eyes. “This is what you want, right? You want me like this? You want me to do this to you?”

  “Yes, Scotty. I do. More than anything.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know. It’s just the way I am with you. It’s what I need from you.”

  He kisses her again, softer this time, but not what anyone would call gently. His hands pull at her clothes, threatening to tear them from her body. She presses her body into him, trying to become one somehow, attempting to merge their flesh. Only then, will she feel whole.

  She feels his hand wrap in her hair and knows what is coming. He grips tightly, releasing her from his kiss but not his hold, pushing her down to her knees in front of him.

  “I’m going to do this to you, because we both need it. But Lexi, if you back away after this, if you run and tell me we can’t be together, that I’m not good for you, it’ll break my heart, Alexa. You. Will. Break. My. Fucking. Heart. You’re the only woman who has the power to do that. Don’t you see, baby girl? All the power is yours.”

  She tries to look up at him but he holds her head in position. She bows her head and waits for his next demand, feeling the wetness between her thighs building with each moment. He lets her hair go and circles her while she waits quietly in her submissive pose.

  “Alexa?”

  “Yes, Mr. Patrick?”

  “Tell me what you think you deserve.”

  She sucks in her breath. “I want it all. Whatever you’ve got.”

  He reaches down from behind her and runs his hand up her neck. “Everything I’ve got is in New York. You should come there again.”

  “Do you want me to visit, sir?” she asks.

  “Visit? No. I want you there. Or I want to be here. I don’t want us to be apart anymore and I don’t know how we’re going to make it work.” Those words make her hold her breath for a moment as she listens to the sound of his zipper sliding down. “I don’t know how to make sure you never leave me and never fall in love with anyone else. I don’t know how to give you the space you need but continue to love you like I do. I don’t know how to make my heart beat normally again or my rational thought to return.” He walks around in front of her and kneels down so he can look her in the face. “Do you?”

  She shakes her head softly wishing he didn’t say the words she didn’t want to hear. It was a truth she knew they had to face, she always knew it. One of them would have to give up something important to be together. Which one of them would it be?

  He stands and walks to the couch, taking off his jeans before he sits down. “Come here.” Alexa knows he wants her to crawl, she knows it really turns him on to see her on her knees like this. It excited her to be able to give him this little pleasure. She remembers the first time he put her on her knees.

  “Alexa, can you come in here for a moment, please?” I look down at the intercom on my phone as Scott Patrick’s amazingly sexy voice calls for me. I’ve worked for him for a matter of days and I already know he doesn’t like to be kept waiting. He’s a demanding bastard but a fucking beautiful one. I wonder if he has any idea how much he turns me on when I see him. Can he feel the heat generating between my thighs when I am in his presence? This is the first man in my pathetic life I’ve ever wanted to hold me, kiss me, and fuck me. Oh how I want this man to bend me over that stainless steel desk of his and fuck the life out of me. There were only a couple of problems with that idea. Scott Patrick could give a shit about me and my worthless but overbearing status as a virgin.

  Twenty-three years old and still a virgin. Yep, that’s me! When my friends ask me how I’ve managed to hold out for so long I have no explanation. It’s not that I don’t feel desire, Scott Patrick proves that. It’s just that men don’t excite me enough to give it up, certainly not the boys my age. The only thing I’ve wanted from a man up to this point is his tongue buried in my crotch. One look at SP and I want to strip down, throw myself down in front of him, and beg him to pop this poor girl’s overly mature cherry. Now
he’s what I’ve been waiting for, a man older than me, established, secure in himself, and drop dead sexy. I should stop dreaming though. I’ve done nothing but field calls from the constant stream of women who must be enjoying what he’s got between his legs. Unf.

  I pull myself out of my chair and grab a notebook. Entering Scott’s office, I watch him staring intently at his computer screen, his brow furrowed. Fuck, he’s so hot.

  “Yes, Mr. Patrick?” I ask, my voice annoyingly shaky.

  He doesn’t look up at me but continues focusing on his screen. “Sit down, Alexa.”

  I move to a chair and sit attentively. I wish I could tear my eyes off of him but it feels impossible.

  “Do you have plans this evening, Miss Drake?”

  Where did Miss Drake come from? And why does he care what I’m doing after work.

  “Not really, sir. Is there something I can help you with after hours?”

  He looks up at me and his luscious mouth spreads into an amazing smile. “As a matter of fact, there is something on my mind.”

  I shift uncomfortably in my chair, unsure of where he is going with this conversation. “And that is?” I ask.

  “I’m just going to get right to the point, because that’s what I do. I have a proposition for you. I see a lot of promise in you. You’re incredibly bright and you’ve caught on to things around here amazingly fast. I think you have a future that extends far beyond being someone’s assistant.”

  I focus on his words. Am I being promoted already? I’ve worked here less than a week.

  “But you’re green, Alexa. You haven’t been in the business world long enough to develop the instincts and guts that you need to thrive. You have ambition and I like that very much in a woman.”

  I nod my head still waiting for the actual proposition he is suggesting.

  “I also find you extremely attractive, sexy in fact. There’s an innocence about you and underneath it all I sense that you have exactly what I’m looking for in a partner.”

  My mouth drops open for a moment before I collect myself. “What are you saying, Mr. Patrick?”

  “What I’m saying is that I want to fuck you. On my terms. I will teach you everything you need to know in the business world and prepare you for success in the future. All I ask from you is to give yourself to me completely and to have absolute trust in the things I will ask you to do, both in and out of the bedroom.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I ask, completely astounded. This cannot be happening.

  “Not in the slightest, Alexa. I promise you I will make it worth your while.” He leans across the desk at me. “You should know I’ve never been a man that accepts no as an answer.”

  “What if I say no? Will you fire me?”

  He shakes his head. “Of course not. I will be disappointed and it will make for some awkward interactions, but I’m sure I won’t have any trouble finding someone else to fulfill my needs.”

  “Gee, such flattery.”

  “I’m not trying to flatter you, Miss Drake. We won’t be dating. I’m not going to take you out to dinner or buy you flowers. I’m going to fuck you. Daily. You will sleep in my bed when I request you and make yourself available to me as I see fit. You will give a lot but I will give you much more.”

  I stare at him in disbelief. The most phenomenally beautiful man I’ve ever seen is asking me if I will fuck him. There’s just one little problem.

  “You might be taking on more than you bargained for, Mr. Patrick.”

  “How is that?”

  “I’ve never had sex before.”

  His eyes open wide and he pauses but then, shockingly, a huge smiles spreads across his face. “That is absolutely perfect. I won’t have to break any poor habits you’ve previously learned. Have you done anything before?”

  I shake my head. “Well, I’ve let a few guys go down on me.”

  “Is that it?”

  “A girl once, at a party.”

  He stands and walks towards me slowly, a disarmingly seductive look on his face. “So you like to have your pussy licked? Have you sucked a cock before?”

  “No,” I say softly. “But I want to.”

  “Oh you will. Trust me. It seems to me you’re a bit of cock tease, Alexa,” he says, as he drags his hand across my shoulder. “You won’t tease me though. You’ll submit to me completely. Does that sound nice?”

  I nod my head. It sounds like fucking paradise. “Yes.”

  “Yes, it does to me as well.” He slides between me and the desk, his crotch entirely too close to my face, the hardness pushing against the material of his dress pants. “There are just a few things you should know before you accept.”

  I look up at him, his black eyes burrowing into me. I nod my head.

  “First of all, there will be no one else. No dates, no sex. That’s the first rule. Do you agree?”

  “I’m a twenty-three year old virgin. I think that’s a given,” I say.

  “Do you agree?” he asks again.

  “Yes, I agree.”

  He reaches forward and takes my hand, pressing it against his erection, causing my breath to catch. It’s freaking huge. “The next rule, you will tell no one–not your best girlfriend, not your priest, not your diary, not your goddamn teddy bear. Agree?”

  I nod. “Agree.” I don’t have any of those things anyway.

  “Finally, you will do what I say when I say it and you will trust me that I will never hurt you or do anything that isn’t for the express purpose of providing both of us maximum pleasure. Agree?”

  My heart races. What the fuck does that mean? “Agree.”

  “You’re sure? Because I’m not a regular guy. I don’t do tender. I will fuck you until you cry and beg me to stop, and I will take pleasure in your tears. I’ll define how you see sex. I’ll be your benchmark for every man that will come after me. That is, if I ever let you go. So, you need to be sure that you know what you’re getting into.”

  If he ever lets me go? Holy fuck. “Honestly, Mr. Patrick, I’ve never been more excited about anything in my life.”

  “That excitement will serve you well. Shall we begin?”

  “Now? Here?” I ask, shocked.

  “Now. Here. We’re all alone up here on the seventy-fifth floor and I won’t be able to concentrate until I see my cock sliding in and out of that sexy mouth of yours.”

  I flinch, unnerved by his request. In his fucking office? Could it get any hotter than this?

  “I don’t want to lose my virginity in your office.”

  “You won’t, but you are going to suck me and I’m going to come in your mouth. Then we’ll get back to work and I’ll see you at my place tonight for your inauguration. It will be my pleasure to take the gift you’ve been keeping all these years.”

  Tonight? I’m losing my virginity tonight. To Scott Fucking Patrick. Hot damn.

  “One more question?” I ask.

  “What?”

  “How long will this last?”

  “Until I’m done.”

  I cock my head. “I have no say in this arrangement?”

  “No.”

  “Okay, I guess.”

  “You can’t guess. You must be sure.”

  “I’m sure.” There is no way I would say no to this.

  “Oh, I almost forgot my last rule,” he says, grinning as he starts to unbuckle his belt, causing my heartbeat to quicken even more.

  “Yes?”

  “You can’t fall in love with me.”

  I laugh, and his eyebrows rise. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

  He lifts my chin up and lowers his face close to mine, lightly kissing my lips. I get just the hint of his cologne and his minty breath. It’s intoxicating. “You’d be surprised at how charming I can be, sweet girl.”

  Sweet girl? Holy shit, this man is unbelievable. I want to reach in my panties and rub myself off but I’m pretty sure that’s not allowed.

  “Now, enough talk. Time to st
art. Are you ready?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?” He grins.

  “Yes, sir.” I hope that was right.

  He smiles. “Good girl, I can tell you’re a natural at this. Now get on your knees. You’ll be spending a lot of time there.”

  Alexa crawls to him, licking her lips as she does, enjoying the lustful expression on Scott’s face. She rises up, placing both her hands on his knees for support. “What would you like from me today, sir?”

  “Climb up here, and slide down over my cock. Ride me, baby girl, the way I like it. The way you like it. Is that what you want?”

  “Yes, sir. Very much.

  “I belong to you in the bedroom, Scotty, but out here,

  I’m my own woman. You need to accept that or it won’t work.”

  ~ Alexa

  “Scotty, I should get back to work. We’ve been gone for hours,” Alexa says as she rolls over on to her side from her position lying at Scott’s feet. He stood by his word and did indeed fuck her until she begged him to stop. She didn’t know if she could stand another minute but she endured it as long as she could. It always amazed her, the staying power this man had.

  “I know,” he says softly. “Want to jump in the shower real quick?”

  “Good idea. Are you going to give my panties back?” She grins.

  “Nope. I’m going to keep them in my pocket until I get the girl they belong to back in my arms later.”

  Alexa laughs. “Okay then, are you going to come to my place tonight?”

  “Do you want me to, baby girl?”

  “You know I do.”

  “Then I’ll make it happen.” He smiles and sits up on the couch, pulling Alexa to her feet. “I can’t get enough of you, Lexi. I can’t.”

  “I’ll always be here.”

  “Do you swear?” he asks as her pulls her into his arms.

  “Yes, Scotty I do. I want to be with you as much as you want to be with me. You’re right, we are meant to be together. There’s no one in this world that makes me feel like you do.”

  Scott kisses her cheek and leads her to the bathroom, where he begins to run the shower. Alexa leans against the bathroom vanity, watching Scott’s athletic frame move gracefully and gather towels for them. She loves the way his muscles undulate with each movement, his various tattoos decorating his stunning male form. She focuses briefly on the one over his heart, the one for her. She shakes her head softly. Who would have ever thought that Scott Patrick would have feelings for her, much less permanently ink his body in her honor?