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by Jennifer Domenico


  “Brett’s plane arrives later this afternoon. You know he’s taking Martina on some romantic getaway this week,” he says.

  Alexa laughs softly. “Um, yeah, I know. It’s all Martina has talked about for a week. She’s beyond excited. Who would have thought the two of them would hit it off like that?”

  Scott shakes his head. “Certainly not me but good for them. They make a great couple. I just wonder what we’ll do when we have to let her go.”

  Alexa sips her coffee. “What do you mean by that?”

  “Lexi, at some point they’ll make more permanent plans. Martina will probably move to Spain. You haven’t been thinking about this at all, have you?”

  Alexa frowns. “I think I’m in denial.”

  “We’ll figure that out. It’s early still.”

  Alexa nods as the car rounds the corner to their office building. The couple has spent the last three months figuring out how to manage two offices, how to live in two different countries, how to spend every moment of their day together, and how to share a living space. Alexa glances over at the man beside her as he sends a few emails off from his phone. She admires the business man that he is and has come to feel safe and calm in his love. He looks up and smiles, “What are you looking at, baby girl?”

  “The man I love,” she says softly.

  Scott reaches over and rubs her cheek, amazed as always at her incredible beauty. Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night and rolled over to stare at her as she slept. He couldn’t believe she was his, that she loved him, and that they were living their lives together.

  “I’ll never get tired of hearing you tell me that, Lexi. Never.”

  “That’s good,” she grins, “Because I’m going to tell you often.”

  Scott’s phone buzzes again and he looks down at it. “Oh, it’s an email from the property management company in New York. They want to know how often we think we’ll be there. That’s something we still need to talk about. Do we want to sell my place and buy something else in New York? Something that the two of us picked out?”

  Alexa considers his question again. It’s come up a few times since they reconciled. Alexa hasn’t been back there since the last time she walked in on Scott and the scene in The Garden. Part of her felt a little sad to let the place go. She became a woman in that house, grew into the person she is today because of the time spent with Scott. They had long talks about her career and about handling the challenges she would face. The Garden became her favorite place in that house. Just like he promised it would.

  “What are we going to do first, Scotty?” I ask, terrified yet oddly excited to get inside the special room he calls The Garden. I’ve heard him speak of it many times, preparing me for what was beyond the imposing leather door. I ran my hand over that door many times, so tempted to peek inside, but I had promised Scotty I would wait for his introduction. He knew I was ready now.

  “You trust me, Alexa?” Scott asks me as he turns the crystal knob.

  I nod. I assume I appear calm on the surface but every nerve in my body is on fire. Scott told me how once I went into this room, my pleasure would be limitless. I would never want to leave. I didn’t know how things could possibly be any better between us.

  A month ago, I was a nervous girl walking into Scott Patrick’s office. Now, I’m a woman, fully immersed in his world. I look up at him to search his face, longing to see some emotion, something other than lust. I couldn’t understand how he stayed so detached. I assume he must like me on some level since I spent every night in his bed. He even suggested I start bringing a few things to leave there so I didn’t have to go home for fresh clothes so often. Yet he never uttered a single word about his feelings. Nothing. He confounded me.

  I watch as he pushes open the door and leads me inside. The room is dark but very warm. Scott flicks a switch and a soft, ambient light suddenly illuminates the room. My eyes scan my surroundings. It’s not at all what I expected. It looks like a very luxurious, albeit masculine bedroom–almost fitting for a medieval castle. The furniture is made of dark, heavy wood with iron details. A large four poster bed dominates the middle of the room, with gorgeous deep green bedding. I find myself walking to it to run my fingers over it. It’s incredibly soft. I look back at Scotty, who stands near the door, a smile on his handsome face.

  “Do you like it here, Alexa?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I say. “I don’t see how it’s different than any other bedroom though. Other than the fact that it’s very beautiful.”

  Scotty walks towards me, grinning. “I’ll show you why it’s different in here. Sit down.”

  I climb up on the tall bed and sit at the edge, expectantly waiting for what, I’m not quite sure. As my eyes scan the room, I see a massive wall of wood covering most of the wall to my left. It appears to have metal loops at the corners of it. That is also when I notice a large, wood chair across the room from me, a chair that a king would sit in. Oh, this is no ordinary bedroom after all.

  “Take off your robe, Alexa. I want to see your body,” Scotty directs.

  I shrug out of it and wait, saying nothing. I already knew he preferred me without my clothing on. He bends down and lifts a black velvet box from the floor, placing it on the bed beside me. As he does, I admire the muscles that define his amazing torso and arms. Damn, this man is spectacular.

  “What’s in there, Scotty?” I ask, already so curious I can barely sit still.

  “These are the things I’m going to use on you tonight.”

  “Things?”

  “Yes, things. You’ve done so well, Alexa. You fit me like a glove. Your sexual appetite is impressive and I’m going to feed you something very different tonight. I know you can handle it. You just have to promise me that you’ll trust me and let me guide you through this.”

  “It sounds a little intimidating, to be honest,” I say, softly.

  “Don’t be afraid, sweet girl,” he says so sweetly it almost pains me. “You already know I would never hurt you. But there are some rules for being in this room.”

  “Okay.”

  “We covered the first one–trust. It is so important for the things I will ask you to do in here. You must trust me that I won’t ever let you get hurt, even though it might seem like you will. Do you understand that, Alexa?”

  “I do.” My heart beats hard in my chest as his words fill my ears.

  “Excellent. The next rule in here, my name is sir or Mr. Patrick. Never Scotty.”

  I look up and cock my head at him. Is he serious? Judging from his expression, I’m pretty sure he is. “Why?” I ask.

  “Because it’s what I like and what I ask of you. You already agreed to do as I ask of you, remember?” he says, grinning.

  “Yes, I remember. What else?”

  “We need to agree on a safe word. This is how you will tell me when you have had too much. Saying this word stops what is happening.”

  “A safe word? What the hell are you going to do to me?”

  “I’m going to open your mind and your body. I’m going to own you, my sweet Alexa.”

  My breath catches. Own me? What the fuck. I’m sure there was some weak little voice inside me somewhere begging me to run. Shouldn’t I be afraid? I’ve already spent a month in this man’s arms and nothing about him frightens me. In fact, holy fuck, I think I’m turned on.

  “Do you want me to own you, Alexa? Would you like to be mine?” Scott asks me as I stare, enraptured, into his eyes.

  “I do. Yes.”

  He smiles. “Good because I want you to be mine. Completely. It starts in this room. This is what we’ve talked about all along. This is the deal. I broke you in slowly, because I knew you needed it that way. You had to learn what your body could feel and what my body could do for you, and you’ve learned well. Very well.” He opens the box and pulls out two wrist cuffs that appear to be made of leather, attached to each other by a leather rope. I watch with awe as he wraps them around each of my wrists, tightening t
hem slightly. It amazes me to realize that I very much enjoy the feeling of the cold, hard leather gripping my tender flesh. I look up and am met with his deep, dark eyes and his delectable mouth. He leans in and kisses me gently, sucking softly on my bottom lip.

  A somewhat evil grin quickly replaces his soft demeanor. “That’s the last time I’m going to be gentle with you, Alexa. From now on, we’re going to do things my way and I promise you that you will like it.”

  I nod my head, silently taking in all of this information. Scott reaches out and tugs my hair, pulling my head back slightly. His lips come down hard on mine and I feel his tongue swirl around my own. His mouth travels to my neck and he bites down into the soft flesh of my shoulder. I bite my lip to hold back my cry and realize that I’m more shocked than hurt. He is hardly what I would call a gentle lover. I’ve already endured plenty of hair pulling and ass smacking, but I can tell things are about to get much rougher than they’ve been before and it fucking excites me.

  “Safe word, Alexa. What is it?” Scott demands.

  My mind races. I don’t know what kind of word to choose that I would call out when I want him to stop. I can’t imagine that I ever would want him to.

  “I don’t know,” I say, my voice heavy with my breath. His mouth has now found its way to my nipples, and he sucks and bites harder than I’m used to. Oh my God, I fucking love it.

  “A word, Alexa. Anything that comes to mind that you’ll remember.”

  The first word that pops into my head almost makes me laugh. It’s my nickname for the place his tongue is very close to reaching. “Kitty,” I whisper.

  He looks up at me, spreading my legs wide. His finger finds my opening and slides in. “Kitty? As in cat?”

  I shake my head. “No, kitty as in pussy. What you’ve got your finger in right now.”

  He grins and dips his finger in a little deeper. “I do like the way you think, sweet girl. Now it’s time for us to stop talking. I’m going to devour this sweet little pussy of yours, then I’m going to strap you to this bed and bury my cock in you until you can’t take it anymore. From now on, this room will be your favorite place. You will beg me to bring you in here.” I watch as he takes another set of leather cuffs from the box, I assume for my ankles. “When we are at work, you’ll fantasize all day about my cock sliding in and out of you. You’ll be dripping wet waiting for five o’clock so I can have my way with you again. This room, Alexa, is our paradise.” He slides down between my legs and drags his tongue along my slit, swirling briefly around my clit. I already do spend my days fantasizing about him. I suspect it’s about to get worse.

  “Do you have any questions before we begin, Alexa?” he asks, his dark eyes focused on me.

  “No, Mr. Patrick. I’m very excited. I want this very much. I want to be your pleasure.”

  “Good,” he smiles. “Tell me one thing, baby girl. Tell me that you belong to me.”

  I grin, suddenly understanding that the words we choose will be important for us. “I belong to you, Mr. Patrick. You own me.”

  “Yes. Yes, I do.”

  When she thinks back now on that room and those talks, and how he fed her and bathed her, how they spent hours and hours in The Garden pleasuring each other, sometimes spending entire weekends holed up in that penthouse high above the city, she wonders now how neither of them realized they were falling in love. The thought brings a smile to her face.

  “We’re here,” Oswald announces from the driver’s seat. Scott steps out and holds the door for Alexa. Every day was the same ritual, an embrace and a passionate kiss before they stepped in the building. Then nothing but business after. The whole office knew their relationship of course, so it was important for them to be at the highest level of professionalism during work hours. There were only a few times they couldn’t stand it and made out in Alexa’s office.

  They walk in together, anxious to get up to their floor and see the new office. Alexa watches Scott walk slightly ahead of her as he always did, opening doors and confidently leading them through the building. The elevator doors open to a buzz of activity, the employees all getting settled in their new desks, and Martina busily setting up her new space. Alexa smiles and waves, greeting everyone. The couple found that it was easy blending some of the responsibilities of both offices and had brought out a few employees from the New York office to work in London for a year. Things were going well, better than expected.

  Martina looks up and smiles as Alexa and Scott walk towards her. “I made coffee and they’re almost done with your office. Just some final touches,” she says, excitedly.

  “You must be very excited to see Braveheart later today,” Alexa teases.

  Martina blushes but her face fills with a huge grin. “I am.”

  “Things are going well then?” Scott asks.

  She nods. “I hope this doesn’t sound terrible but I’m so glad all this craziness happened with you three.”

  Alexa can’t help but laugh at that. “Actually, I’m glad it happened too.”

  Scott grins and pours Alexa a cup of coffee. “Here ya go, baby girl. We gotta get you caffeinated. Busy day ahead.”

  Alexa takes the cup and sips but then looks up at Scott, confused. “What are we doing?”

  He winks. “I’ll tell you later.”

  The couple walks through the massive wood doors that lead to their spacious new work space. Alexa loves the light that comes through the windows and she has the same view of the palace she has grown to love. One of these days, she might even learn to like tea. She looks out the window as Scott walks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, in a moment of unguarded affection. He leans his head down and nuzzles her hair, kissing her neck softly.

  “Alexa, my love,” he says, kissing her neck once more, “we need to talk about New York.”

  She nods. “I know. I’ve been thinking about it. It’s going to sound crazy but I want to keep it. I want to keep it all exactly how it is. We’ll go four to six times a year and that’s where I want to be when I’m in New York.”

  “Are you sure, baby girl? Bad things happened there.” Scott’s eyes fill with a hint of sadness.

  “I’m positive. Wonderful things happened there too. I learned to live in that house. You took my virginity in that house. It’s important to me,” she says, twisting around to face him. “I want to keep it.”

  “Yeah, that night was amazing. I couldn’t believe how tough you were. I really worked you over,” he says, smiling.

  “Hey, I was handing my v-card over to Scott Fucking Patrick. I was up for whatever you wanted to do,” she says, laughing.

  Scott throws his head back and laughs. “I knew then, at least sexually, we were a match. We still are. But we can change The Garden, redecorate it, or turn it into something else.”

  Alexa brushes her hand against Scott’s cheek. “We still need that room, Scotty. This is what we do. Maybe someday we’ll scale it down or even get over it, who knows. But for now, I want your place to stay exactly as it is.”

  “Our place, baby girl.”

  “Our place,” she says lifting her chin up for a kiss from this amazing man. If someone had even suggested to Alexa a few months ago that she’d be living and working with Scott Patrick, she probably would’ve punched them.

  “We’ll need a nursery someday,” he says, smiling, a hopeful expression on his face.

  “I hope we do. Someday,” she says and smiles. “I’m so not ready for that.”

  “Neither am I but I know I want it with you. I know you’ll be my wife someday. I want to be a very old man and you sitting right next me. That’s my dream.”

  Alexa shakes her head softly. “I never thought such romantic words would come from your lips, Scotty.”

  “Another thing I didn’t see coming. You’ve reformed me, baby girl.”

  “Not entirely I hope. I like my dirty, edgy Scotty.”

  “Oh good, perfect segue to discuss our day,” he says and runs his hands over
Alexa’s hips.

  “What are you proposing, sir,” she says, grinning.

  “Well, we christened my office in New York, we christened your office downstairs, I think we need to break our office in properly, wouldn’t you say?”

  “Now?”

  “Absolutely. We have big wood doors now, nothing but privacy. Besides, Martina will run interference.”

  “You’re serious aren’t you?” Alexa asks.

  “Like a heart attack. You game?”

  Alexa grins, knowing she was absolutely interested in this. “Shut the door.”

  Scott crosses the large office and Alexa rings Martina on the intercom. “Please hold all of our calls for the next, um…”

  “Hour,” Scott yells.

  Alexa giggles, “The next hour please.”

  “Sure, boss,” Martina says, clearly holding back her own giggle.

  Scott walks back to his gorgeous girl, shrugging out of his suit jacket as he nears. “Come here.”

  Alexa smiles and walks towards him. He lifts her by the waist and sets her down on the large wood desk behind her, spreading her legs open as he does. “I haven’t had my fill of you yet today, Lexi. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll have a hard time sitting the rest of the day. How does that sound?”

  “Like fucking heaven” she says.

  “Good. I’m going to start by tasting my favorite flavor,” he says. He lifts her hand to his mouth and sucks softly on her index finger. Alexa’s body shivers with anticipation. Sex with Scott was always amazing, but each session now was even more so. Maybe it was because she was in love.

  Scott stands between Alexa’s legs, pushing her skirt up over her hips. He runs his hands over her thighs and the garters that hold her stockings up. “I love that you wear these. You are so hot and unbelievably, you’re mine.”

  “All yours, Scotty,” she whispers.

  He slides her panties down as she lifts her hips to allow the removal. He presses her legs open further, gazing at the smooth, bare skin between them. “I love this too,” he says, dragging his finger along her slit.

  “I know. It’s for you.”

 

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