Beautifully Broken (16 page)

“What?”
I pretend to be shocked at the accusation gently rubbing my nipples through my
shirt, moaning loudly.

“You
came in here dressed like that knowing it would get me hard”

“Liam
you’re always hard, it’s a foregone conclusion.” I say as I approach him,
sliding the straps of my shirt down my shoulder until my breasts are exposed.

“Stop.”
He reprimands me, pulling my shirt back up. “You're trying to ruin my plans.”

“If
you keep turning me down I’m going to start thinking you don’t want me anymore.”
My eyes plead with him to ease my lingering insecurities. He grabs my hand
cupping it against his rock hard erection.

“I
always want you Ella. Just the thought of you makes me hard.”  He says allowing
me to rub him, “Now go put something sexy on so I can take you out to dinner.
The first time I fuck you here I want you tied to my bed.”

Holy
shit!

He
wants to tie me to his jungle bed and fuck me. I’ve never been this excited
about anything. Visions of Liam strapping me down invade my mind.

“Ella!”
he breaks through my thoughts with his authoritive voice. “Get out of your head
and get into the room.” He smacks my ass causing me to yelp from the sting. I
skip into the room anticipating a piece of Liam’s domination.

I
decide to go for the conservative look so twenty minutes later I sway into the living
room in a skin tight ivory sheath dress that stops right above my knees. The
deep v-cut back reveals most of my back giving it a sexy edge. I put my hair up
into a messy bun with loose tendrils falling to my face. I finish the look off
with a red belt around the waist and my favorite red bottom shoes.

Liam
takes a spin around me whistling his approval at my appearance. “I can’t
believe you’re here with me.”

“I’ll
always choose you,” I say as he leads me into the foyer. I notice a bottle of
girly massage lotion on the entrance table and pick it up. “I thought you said
you don’t bring women here?” I ask slightly puzzled.

“I
don’t,” he says taking the bottle out of my hand and placing it back at the
table.

“Where
did that come from?” I ask as we walk into his lobby.

“I
picked it up earlier while you were asleep.” He’s fidgeting in front of the
elevator and something just feels off to me.

“You
had time to go out and buy this?” I just don’t picture Liam going to the store
to buy something like this, that’s what he hires people to take care of.

“No.”
the elevator arrives and he attempts to get in but I grab his hand making him
face me.

“Where
did you get it from, Liam?” I pry.

“Ella
we just got here today, let me take you to dinner and we’ll talk about it
later.”

“No.
We talk now.” I say resting my hand on my hip waiting for his response.

He
sighs running his hand through his hair, yup defiantly nervous.

“I
got it from my other place.” He finally answers.

Why
would he need another place for this place is big enough for a small army? His
eyes dart around the room not wanting to make contact with mine. I grab his
face forcing him to look into my eyes. The fearful cloud passing over his face
causes the answer to click in my mind.

“You
have a fuck pad!” I scream at him. He huffs rubbing his hand over his face.

“Look
I won’t lie to you and risk you leaving me again. I’ll tell you everything.” He
walks over to the lounge chair and takes a seat, patting the cushion next to
him commanding me to join him.

“Where
is your
other place
?” I ask.

 “Fourth
floor,” he answers quickly.

I
dart up from my seat glaring down at him, irrational thoughts running through
my mind.

“You
have a fuck pad here? In this building?” I ask sounding rather calm. He nods,
his eye darting nervously to the elevator, afraid I’ll take off.

“I
don’t like having women in my space but I like to fuck so I figured this would
be the most convenient way.” He explains.

“So
you fuck random chicks downstairs then send them down the elevator to the lobby
while you come up here.” I say trying to get a grasp on how this all works.

“Occasionally
I’ll bring a woman there and leave, when I’m done she’s free to stay to the
next day but usually I see someone for a few months at a time, it’s more convenient
for her to stay there during that time.” My eyes widen at his confession. I can
actually see the line of women coming out that place in my head. I stop in
front of him and look into his eyes.

“Is
someone there now?” I mean why else would he go down there today.

He
nods his head getting up to face me.

“Liam
you have a fucking girlfriend living downstairs!” I scream into his face.

“No,
she’s not my girlfriend. We had an arrangement and I let her know it was over,
she’ll be gone in a couple days.

“Oh
my god… I can’t believe this shit.” My face is getting warm and I breathe
deeply trying to calm the rage that’s bubbling inside me. He went to his fuck
pad while I was sleeping. She probably offered to get him off. He’s never
turned down sex before and now he’s pushed me away twice already today.

“Ella,”
he says caressing my face. “Nothing happened. I can see your pretty little head
concocting all types of scenarios.”

“How
long has she been staying here?” my mind is screaming at me to shut up. It
can’t handle any more information for fear of exploding.

“Six
months.”

“Wow.
I thought you had commitment issues?”

“Ella
I’m not in a committed relationship with her. She’s a model so she travels a
lot and I hadn’t even seen her for a whole month before coming to Chicago. We have
an arrangement. She knows I don’t do relationships so she makes herself
available to me by staying here when she’s in town.” Great now I have to
compete with a model.

“And
when she’s not available?” I ask.

“There’s
always someone else available. I’m not committed to her.”

“What’s
in this arrangement for her?” I wonder.

A
faint smile plays at his lips, his eyebrow cocking up “You’ve been in my bed.”

“Oh
god I think I’m gonna be sick.” I say making my way back into the condo.
Flashes of Liam using his tongue on some sexy model like he does me invade my
head, the pressure so swift I think my head will burst.

“Baby
I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” He follows me into the bathroom. His
hand pushes back the loose strands of my hair while I throw my lunch up. I sit
on the floor in my fancy dress feeling humiliated. He helps me to my feet and I
immediately go to brush my teeth.

His
eyes watch me from behind. When I’m done I look into the mirror meeting his
gaze. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I say to his reflection. “I’ve never
been jealous in my life and now I get violently ill at the thought of you with
another woman.”

He
comes up behind me wrapping me in his arms. “I’m sorry for upsetting you. If
you don’t want to stay here we can go to a hotel just let me stay with you.” He
leans his head on my shoulder and I look at our reflection in the mirror. We
really do make an astonishing pair. I would never leave, his fears are unnecessary.
I’m more concerned with him leaving me for some lithe model on the fourth
floor. Our eyes lock in the mirror.

“I
love you,” he utters huskily.

“I
know,” I reply not able to return his words. I hate the weakness I feel around
him but I also love the happiness he bring into my heart.

********

We
eat in the middle of the living room, Chinese food cartons and chopsticks
littering the floor. Having on an ivory dress while sitting on the floor
probably not a bright idea but I don’t care. Liam and I are watching SNL, trying
to see which one of us can reenact a scene better. I’m winning by far, Liam
can’t keep a straight face long enough to do Seth Meyers ‘weekend update’.

We
laugh so hard at each other I finally have to quit as tears roll down my face.
I’ve never laughed this much in my life and I never thought I would. Liam is
unbelievably perfect and I watch from the bed as he strips down and heads to the
shower his tight muscles flexing with every step.

The
shower runs as I slip out of my clothes into a sexy lingerie set I know will
excite him. It’s a black, see through and backless teddy, a thin sting running
over my hips holds it together. The top wraps around my neck, my erect nipples
clearly visible through the transparent material. The panties are crotch-less
leaving Liam the option of not having to take it off.

I
crawl to the edge of the bed untying the curtains and letting them drape over
the bed. He exits the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, water
droplets glistening on his heavily muscled chest. He halts when he sees me
perched on the edge of his bed in my flimsy teddy and the curtains billowing
around me.

“Damn,
I don’t know what I did to deserve you but tonight I’m gonna prove to you that
you belong to me.” He drops the towel revealing his thick manhood already
jutting up in excitement.

“Trust
me I know who I belong to.” I say pulling him unto the bed. The drapes giving
it another world feel, like paradise. He pushes me back against the mountain of
fluffy pillows, prowling towards me his eyes predatory and feral. He reclines
alongside me, his smooth skin still damp from his shower.

He
kisses me tenderly running his tongue over my lower lips, I dart my tongue out
needing the contact. He teases me, flicking his tongue against mine, not
letting me fully capture him. I nip his lips, punishment for not letting me
taste him. He laughs a wicked little chuckle from deep within, amused at my
agitation of his reluctance to give me what I’m craving.

I
reach out and grasp his cock in my hand and his smile instantly alters into
heated lust. His eyelid droop and his mouth crashes into mine. My fervid moan
echoes in my head as I’m overpowered by his tongue thrusting into my mouth. A
sole finger glides lazily across the wet flesh between my legs. His moan
vibrates against my mouth as he pulls away.

“You’re
always wet and ready for me, “he murmurs against my lips.

He
grabs both of my hands pinning them over my head as he kneels between my legs,
his face inches from mine.

“You
understand that once I tie you to this bed I’ll do what I want to you.” It was
more of a command then a question. The authority in his voice sends delicious
shivers through my body. I nod my head not sure my voice would cooperate. He
leans over me reaching under the pillow pulling out a bundle of restraints.

Suddenly
I feel sexually naïve. As experienced as I pretend to be the bounds make me
really nervous. Sensing my building tension Liam caresses my face with his
hands. His eyes encourage me to relax.

“You
know I would never do anything that will hurt you but you have to trust me.” he
massages my shoulders in an attempt to relax my tense muscles.

“I
trust you,” I croak, taking a deep breath and sinking into the pillows.

He
begins to attach straps right above each knee, watching me for any signs of
fear or discomfort. I nod my head urging him to continue. He proceeds to attach
another set of straps above my elbows. He bends my knees back attaching the
straps on my knees to the strap on my elbows. A rope is attached to the strap
at my elbow and tied onto the bed post. He stretches the ropes on each post
leaving me spread eagle on the bed. I grip the rope near each of my hands,
knowing I’m going to need to brace myself.

He
crawls back between my legs admiring his handiwork. A sly smirk appears on his
face as he dips his head between my legs, swiping his tongue over me then
backing off. His finger caresses the lips of my pussy, coaxing more fluid out
of my center. Light feather like touches brush against my clit sending jolts of
pleasure through my cells.

My
grip on the rope tightens as his mouth encompasses my warm heat, licking and
sucking the cream seeping out. My groans increase in volume the more he
manipulates my journey to ecstasy.

I
gasp as his fingers close around a nipple, pinching it, giving me the perfect
combination of pleasure and pain. The assimilation of such intense pleasure
causing my hands to tremble against the bonds. He increases the sensations by
slipping a finger deep in me. My head thrashes against the pillow, incoherent
sounds coming from deep within my chest. He adds a second thick finger and I
bite down on my lip, trying to hold off my climax.

The
tingling begins in my core and spread upwards. His frenzied thrusts against my
g-spot ultimately incite an explosion of euphoria. My high pitched wail bounces
off the wall as something within me burst. Liam pulls his finger out as liquid gushes
out of my core squirting over Liam’s chest and mouth. He laps it up hungrily,
rubbing gently on my swollen nub prolonging my pleasure.

I
wheeze sporadically, my body quizzers as I stare down at Liam’s awe struck
face.