Attraction (14 page)

My aggravations were getting the best of me, and I felt ready to burst.

“Stop,” my mother scolded. “You are going on a wonderful trip in a private plane with a man who would lay down his life for you, from what I see. There is nothing to be frustrated about. Stop fearing what isn’t, and wait for there to
be
something to fear.”

Our conversation ceased as my bedroom door opened slowly.

“Wow, when I said pack what you think you need, I should have specified that there is a house waiting for you, and you don’t have to bring yours along.” Alexander stared at the luggage and ran his fingers through his silky disheveled hair. “I told you I would buy you what you wanted once we got to Los Angeles. We are not going to a Third World country, you know.”

Alexander tried to joke, and though I knew LA would be the closest thing to living in New York, it wasn’t
New York
. “Alexander, please don’t joke. I’m getting anxious and I—”

“OK,” said my mother, “I’m going to leave you kids to talk this through. Plus, your father is probably bored waiting for us by now.” Walking over, she kissed me on the forehead and then proceeded toward Alexander.

I watched her as she placed her hand on his face gently and leaned into him for a warm and motherly embrace.

“You know I will take the best care of her. And if you miss her, I’ll send the plane for you, and you can come stay with us.” Alexander knew how to calm my mother. I mean, he had tamed me—my mother was a piece of cake.

My mother nodded and smiled. “You’re a good boy.” She walked out of my bedroom and down to where my father waited patiently to depart.

“Now, back to you, miss. Are you ready to go? I told the captain we would be at the terminal early. What can I help you with?” Alexander asked.

I flung myself on my back across my suitcase and threw my arms over my face to hide my sheer nervousness. I mumbled through my shirt sleeve, “Tell me not to worry, Alexander. Tell me that we are only going on a short trip and that I’m not saying good-bye to my life here. I need to hear it; I need to be reassured.”

Alexander kneeled on the floor as he pulled me off the suitcase and onto his lap. “Please stop worrying, and stop thinking of all the bad that could be, and try to embrace the good that is. I have never been happier or more excited about where my life is and where it is going. And the best thing about it is that I get to enjoy every moment I have with you because I’m not questioning where it’s going or how it will be. I’m not wasting my energy on something that hasn’t happened yet; but I am reveling in what is happening here and now with you in my arms.”

“Will you help me?” I asked softly.

“I will help you walk every square inch of the earth if you asked me to,” Alexander replied.

I smiled at his response. “Can you start by helping me walk the luggage down every square inch of my staircase?”

Alexander kissed my forehead and helped me off the floor. I tried to drag the elephant ton luggage I had stuffed, but I barely made it to the bedroom doorway. Alexander, on the other hand, lifted the handles, flexing every muscle in his strapping arms and back, and walked the first two pieces of luggage down the stairs and all the way to the car, where Brant waited.

I walked slowly down my stairs and made one last stop in the kitchen to say good-bye—for now. I rubbed the cold granite counter of my kitchen island and recalled all the wine I had shared with friends around that very counter. The girly laughter and silliness that had once filled my kitchen hadn’t been heard in so long. Life takes turns that one never expects. We make decisions and allow things and people into our lives that we are sure will last forever. But do they ever? College, work, marriage, family, babies—lives change at the drop of a hat. How can
anything
be forever?

“I’m going to find my forever,” I said aloud to the emptiness of my past and walked toward the door…to face my future.

Alexander held my hand tightly during our departure. I loved flying and wasn’t bothered by the descent, but the take off was always shaky for me.

The private plane reached its altitude, and I let go of my ninja grip on Alexander’s arm, leaving imprints of my fingers and where I had squeezed him red.

“I love when you leave your mark on me,” Alexander teased.

I scoffed at him delightfully and sprawled myself across his lap, wrapping my arms around his tight neck. “I haven’t even begun to leave marks on you, Mr. Mason.”

“Really? And how do you think that this little thing that you are could possibly be strong enough to leave marks on me?” Alexander toyed with me, poking at the bones on my hips.

“Do not be fooled by
this little thing
. There is a beast inside me that even you won’t know how to control.” And I lunged for his jugular like a tiger at its prey. Only I sucked at his neck and vein, thirsty for a taste of him. My hands reached into his hair, tugging at the strands to tilt his head farther to the side. His caramel skin and mouth-watering scent made me salivate.

“Are you hungry, Miss Chase? Because if you are, I have something for you to—”

And just before he could finish his sentence, I ravaged his mouth, filling him with my tongue and caressing the velvet sponge that he held inside.

Pulling away, I swallowed his flavor. “I am hungry, but my hunger is for satisfaction. You must satisfy me, Alexander. You will please me now.”

Alexander’s eyes, bloodshot with adrenaline, stared into me as I held his gaze. His hand raised to pull my lips into him, but my intentions were not to give in—but to be given in to.

“No—no, get up, Alexander, and go to the bed. I want you undressed and sprawled out on the bed when I return.” And with no response requested, I headed for the bathroom to freshen up as Alexander remained in his seat, gawking at me as I made my way through the aisle and down to the end of the plane.

I returned to the closed bedroom cabin, delighted to find Alexander in
all
his glory, lounging across the goose down comforter that draped over the plush bed. I said nothing as I stepped through the room to my carry-on bag, from which arose tinkling handcuffs, silk strands, and a few other playthings.

“Wow, someone packed well for this trip,” Alexander boasted.

But I did not respond. I made my way to one side of the bed and slowly linked the cuffs around his wrists and chained the handcuffs to the side frame of the bed—first with one wrist and then with the other, forming a restrained V with Alexander’s arms.

“May I ask what it is you wish to do to me?” he inquired.

But I held onto my response, knowing firsthand that
the unknown
makes everyone a bit anxious. I began undressing, unbuttoning my blouse slowly—one button at a time—as he watched me. I unzipped my fitted pencil skirt from the back and rubbed my thighs as I pushed the skirt to the floor.

Only dressed in my pink lace bra and panties, I straddled his hips purposely, caressing his penis with my inner thigh as he hardened with the touch. The flush red color that filled his face was feral and hungry, and had he not been cuffed to the bed, I wouldn’t have been able to stop him from ravaging me. His eyes burned with excitement. And with a desire to enhance his every sense, I skimmed his chest with the silk strands and brought them to his face, caressing his cheeks. I lay the black silk strand across his eyes and, with both hands, I turned his head so to tie the strands together behind him. Alexander’s breath deepened, and his fists clenched as I swayed forward and back, tempting his cock as it flailed and twitched in between my thighs as I rendered him helpless.

“Now, Alexander, you will not resist me or try to stop me. I will never hurt you. I will give into your desires, but I will push you as far as I can. I want you to let me hear your moans unless I tell you otherwise, and I want you to tell me what you’re honestly feeling when I ask that of you. Lastly, I need your trust. All of this can cease right now if you don’t trust me.” And as I perfectly reiterated the speech that Alexander had made to me, the biggest smirk rose on Alexander’s face. “I see you are proud and”—I pushed my thighs against his cock—“I see you are also very excited. Good.”

“What’s that noise?” Alexander’s head came off the bed as he turned toward the clinking sound of metal. And it wasn’t coming from the handcuffs.

“Hush—trust me,” I said as I slowly closed the metal teeth of the clamps on to each of his nipples, making his back bow and his upper body twist, trying to get them off. “They won’t come off, Alexander. Not unless you are willing to let your nipples go with them.”

He stilled at the thought and breathed heavily as I scratched my way down to his navel with the tips of my nails. I tickled his skin down toward his inner thighs, and then with my tongue, made my way up the shaft of his elongated and solid cock.

“Oh, God, your tongue is on fire,” Alexander groaned.

Wanting to add fuel to the fire, I tightened my lips around the head of his penis and slightly scratched his skin with the edge of my teeth.

“Ahh. Easy,” Alexander complained, squirming with his legs and unable to fend me off.

“I told you to hush, Alexander. For every time you disobey me, I will punish you,” I threatened.

Alexander’s lips turned into an excited smile, and trying to comply, he laid his head back against the mattress, following my command.

I continued, leaving soft kisses and subtle licks on every inch of his impressive erection. And then I mounted him, sliding my thighs over his hips, onto his chest, and straddled my thighs on his shoulders so that his chin rested only inches from my already wet panties.

Alexander’s chest rose from underneath me, and he let out a soft, vibrating rumble.

“What is it, Alexander? Is there something you wish to say? Speak your thoughts,” I said.

“I know that sweet, salty scent all too well. And all I can think right now is that if I wasn’t shackled to the bed, I would grab you by the ass and have your pussy in my mouth right now.” Alexander’s panting was rapid and profound as he begged to have a taste of me.

I moved my sex up and closer to his lips, and he, without direction, kissed me over my panties, motioning his head side to side, capturing me wholly. I stood straight up above his head and removed my panties as I watched Alexander trying to determine my movements as he lay beneath me blinded by silk.

“Tell me you wish to taste me,” I asked of him.

“I wish to taste all of you,” he replied.

“Tell me what you wish to taste,” I groaned.

“I wish to taste your lips, your tongue, your soft satin skin, your nipples, and most of all, your swollen, wet, and succulent pussy,” he replied as I lowered myself back onto his shoulders, leaving his head with no room to move but straight onto me.

“Open your mouth, Alexander, and make me cum for you,” I directed him. And leaning my palms flat against the wall behind the bed, I pressed my sex into his lips as his tongue and wet pillowed lips met my clit immediately. The man needed no instruction or time. His tongue found my spot in seconds, and as my body trembled with every lap of his tongue and suckle at my clit, my moans grew louder and unfathomable. My skin prickled from head to toe, and my thighs tightened around his head. “Don’t stop, Alexander; I’m going to cum. Please don’t stop. Harder, suck harder.”

I could feel the wetness on Alexander’s face as he moaned through his consumption of my sex. And as he nibbled at my clit and drew me into his mouth harder, I was undeniably going to achieve a heavenly and an all-devouring orgasm.

My hands flew from the wall to his hair and tightened my hold as Alexander’s lips tightened around my clit. “Ahhhh, Alexander, I’m cum—
ahhhh
!” I squealed as Alexander continued lapping his tongue while my essence trickled onto his lips. I roughly yanked his hair back as my body twitched from the spasms, and jumped back on my knees and landed with my ass on his chest.

Alexander circled his lips with his fire-red tongue, tasting my remnants and grumbling through his achievement. “Mmm, you are a five-course meal for me. I don’t think you get how amazing you taste. When your body spasms and your breath catches right before you cum, I could release just by watching and hearing you.”

“I’m nowhere near done yet, and neither are you, so hang on to that release,” I said as I gasped. Turning my body to face away from him, I planted myself in between his legs and tucked my legs under his thighs. I slid my ass back against his cock and locked his legs around my waist. Alexander huffed as I took his cock into my hand and pressed his head into my doused sex. His legs dead bolted around me as I pushed into his groin with impressive force and a hungry desire to ride him. My ass smacked against his balls with every push and pull from my sex.

“Fuck, let me loose now, Evangeline. I need to feel you, pull you into me harder,” Alexander pleaded.

“You want harder, Alexander? I’ll give you harder,” I growled as I slammed my sex into him, causing a wet slapping sound followed by an untamed and ferocious grunt from Alexander.

“Don’t stop. Let me release into you. Harder please; fuck me harder!” Alexander yelled as his body tightened.

And that’s when I jumped off his cock and received a sad face and “Uggggggh” from Alexander.

“Why did you stop?” he asked, thwarted.

“I told you, I’m nowhere near finished with you, Mr. Mason. This is a long flight, and I need to keep myself occupied,” I said, determined to extend his orgasm as long as I could. And without pause, I took him into my mouth and sucked him into the back of my throat, swallowing him as deep as I could. I raised my eyes to watch him tug at the handcuffs and inhale through his wide-open mouth, taking pleasure in my oral abilities. And when his cock began to expand inside my mouth, I stopped.

“Really? You are so lucky I can’t get to you right now,” Alexander threatened playfully.

But little did he know that he was in fact tied up for a reason. I reached to the side of the bed where I had placed some gadgets and brought a few forward. I lubricated the cock ring with my saliva and slid it over and to the base of his penis, turning it on as he lay there perfectly erect.