Beautifully Twisted (14 page)

Scott ignores her and slides down in front of her, spreading her legs apart and moving between them. His hands glide up the sides of her legs, stopping at the top of her thigh high stockings. He runs his hands over the lacy tops.

“You are so fucking sexy, baby girl.” He leans in closer, gripping the flesh at the top of her thighs.

She holds her breath. She would give anything in the world to be able to shove him away but she can’t. “Scotty, don’t.”

“I’ll make you forget Brett. You give me no choice.”

Grabbing the back of her neck suddenly, he pulls her mouth down to his. He kisses her hard, the way she loves to be kissed, and only he knows it. He sucks her bottom lip, causing her to moan quietly. Moving his hands up higher, he tugs at her panties
.

Push him away, Alexa. Don’t let him do this again.
“Please, Scotty.”

“No one will come in, they’re all afraid of you. Just like last time, right, Lexi?” He pulls her panties down, and dips a finger in, swirling it around, before adding a second.

Alexa throws her head back, forgetting time and place. Somewhere deep inside, a voice screams at her to pull herself together. Just as quickly, a second voice tells the first one to shut the fuck up–we’re about to get licked here.

She reaches forward, rubbing her hands over his head, his short hair soft to her touch. He looks up, an evil gleam in his eyes, and spreads her legs a little further.

“Lift.” He taps her hips. She rises slightly so he can push her skirt up higher, allowing him complete access to her.

Scott plunges his fingers inside again, two at a time, twirling around deliciously. She does her best to remain quiet, aware that the door to her office is wide open. She keeps her eyes locked on his, one of her favorite things. It was her favorite way of feeling connected to him.

Alexa watches as he pulls out his fingers, sucking them into his mouth. “I’ll never get enough of your sweet taste. I dream about your pussy, you know that? I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve jacked myself off remembering how you taste.”

She flinches slightly. He’s acting like the very taste of her is intoxicating to him. She says nothing, watching him intently, waiting for his next move. Right now, she could give a damn that she’s half naked in her office.

Burying his face between her legs, his tongue replaces the motion of his fingers. He zeroes in on her clit, sucking furiously. She slides back in the chair, pressing herself into his mouth, waiting for the glorious moment of climax.

“Tell me, baby girl…” he pants between licks, “tell me it’s only me. It will always only be me. Tell me your Scotty still has you.”

She shakes her head back and forth, resisting his demand. There was no way, not even on the brink of this intense orgasm, that she would admit it. She wondered why he needed to hear it so badly.
Isn’t it obvious? I willingly have his face between my legs, for God’s sake.

“Alexa… please… give me something.”

“I am.”

He looks up at her, a grin across his beautiful face. “Yes, you are. Now, give me the words.”

“No.”

He plunges back between her legs, sucking and licking like his very life depended on it. She was so close, writhing and twisting in her black leather chair, her legs spread as far as they would go.

“Ohh… good… Scotty…so good.”

Without warning, he pulls his fingers out and slides away from her. Her eyes shoot open and stare at him. Then she understood. No words, no orgasm.

She wants to get on her knees and beg and she knows he wants her to. She has to make a decision. She wants him so much, the wetness he causes drips down her thighs. She breathes hard, staring at those black eyes, trying to decide on her strategy. Being prevented from coming is almost as sweet as the act itself but she isn’t in the mood. She needs him. Now. She knows if she pushes him just a bit farther, he will fuck her silly.

“Not fair, Scotty. You gave me no warning.”

“The rules have never changed,” he says, his voice dark and harsh. He rubs his obvious erection, glaring at her.

A soft smile crosses her lips as she lifts a leg over the arm of her chair. She watches as his eyes follow her hand between her legs as she begins to stroke herself, softly, luxuriously, as if she is completely alone and has all the time in the world.

“If you won’t do it for me, I’ll have to do it myself.”

“No, Alexa, you may not.”

She laughs and continues rubbing, focusing her ministrations on her pleading clit. “I do what I want, Scotty.”

“Stop.”

“Make me.”

He stares for a second before he briskly crosses her office and shuts her door hard. He’s back in a flash, pulling her forcefully from her chair and setting her down on top of her desk.

“No, Scotty, it’s glass.”

Lifting her effortlessly, he sets her down on the small sofa in the room. He stands above her, a tense expression on his face, and unbuttons his slacks. He pulls his cock out, inches from her face. “Suck it.”

“Make me,” she says again.

He grins. “I can. You know that.”

A thrill shoots through her entire body. Oh yeah, she knows. She’s betting on it.

“I can take care of myself and so can you. We don’t need to keep doing this,” she says.

“Alexa…you are driving me insane. I haven’t figured out what you’re doing but I don’t give a damn. Right now, I need to bury myself deep inside that sweet pussy of yours and fuck you until I can get you to act right.”

“What if I never act right?” She fingers herself, taunting him with her gaze. Just to tease him a little more, she lifts her finger up to her own mouth, and drags her tongue along it. “You’re right… it’s a nice taste.”

“Goddamn it, Alexa,” he whispers.

“Want some?” She holds out her finger for him.

He moves towards her like a cheetah, so swift she barely saw it coming. Pushing her back, he straddles her face, his massive cock hovering above her mouth.

“Do it.”

She opens her mouth and slowly drags her tongue along its length, swirling slowly around his tip. He throws his head back, his hand holding his erection steady for her.

She takes her time, enjoying the feeling of his smooth skin across her lips. She reaches up and rubs his taut torso through his shirt, wishing she could feast her eyes on his naked form. She scoots up, just enough to be able to take him entirely in her mouth. His eyes open wide, as she swallows his length. She knows just how he likes it, he taught her everything she knows and his was the only one to ever cross her lips. A little piece of her loved that he was the only one, it was something that made her proud.

“Jesus, Alexa…yes…oh…you suck so good.” He tangles his hands in her hair, holding her head back and forth as she sucks. Suddenly, he pulls out and shoves her back against the sofa, diving between her legs and entering her forcefully.

“I want… I need… to be inside. You’re the only, Lexi… it’s only you.”

Alexa tries to keep the surprise off her face. Scott never said things like that to her. Never. He pumped hard and fast within her, grasping her breasts through the red blouse she wore. He lifted her leg to his mouth, planting hard, desperate kisses against it. He fell upon her, holding her tight in his arms, his eyes never leaving hers.

“It’s only you, baby girl,” he says again, closing his eyes as he releases into her. She holds him tight as he pumps silently until he’s emptied himself completely.

He slowly rises and pulls himself off of her, saying nothing, his demeanor washing away the momentary sweetness she witnessed just seconds before. She watches in disbelief as he tucks himself back into his boxers and straightens his clothes, leaving her crumpled and messy on the couch.

What about me?

His face hardens almost instantly and she knew exactly where this was going. Punishment.

“Look at you. You look like a slut.”

“Scotty—”

“Don’t call me that.”

“But—”

“No. You want to play fucked up games with me? I’m the master of that, my sweet baby girl. You should remember who you’re playing with. This is my game.”

“I know.”

“Good.” He walks behind her desk and picks her panties up off the floor, tossing them at her. “Clean yourself up and act like a fucking lady. You better not touch yourself and don’t push me.”

She sits up, smoothing her skirt down as best she can without standing.

He kneels down in front of her face, grabbing her chin with his hand. “You made this happen. You asked for this. I will treat you as you wish and apparently you prefer me to be a bastard.”

She watches as he stands and puts his jacket on. “Oh, and by the way, let me just be clear. This issue with Brett is non-negotiable. You fuck him and I’m gone. Forever. Remember that, baby girl.”

Her mouth falls open as she realizes he’s planning to leave her like that.

“Let me know when you’re ready to knock off the bullshit.” He turns and leaves.

Scott barely gets out of the office before she feels the hot tears streaming down her face. That completely backfired and she finds herself wondering if she really messed things up.

Martina knocks softly on the door. Carrying a cup of coffee and a few paper towels, she walks towards Alexa. “Um, Alexa? Mr. Patrick said you needed these.” She holds out the paper towels.

Alexa’s face burns with humiliation.
That fucking bastard!
She could only imagine what she looked like at that moment, her hair a mess, panties in her hand, disheveled clothes, and tears streaming down her cheeks. Martina discretely closes the door.

“What happened? Did he hurt you?” she asks softly.

Alexa shakes her head, but avoids eye contact. “I need a favor. Call my driver please. I need to go home and change.”

Martina nods her head. “What else can I do?”

“Cancel my afternoon meetings. I just can’t do it today.”

“Alexa?”

“What?” she snaps.

“What happened?”

“What happened? He fucked me on this couch and then insulted me and left. He treated me like a whore.”
And I deserved it.

Martina covers her mouth in shock. She can’t believe anyone has the nerve to treat Alexa Drake that way, and even more shocked that he’s not lying dead on the floor as a result. “I’ll call your driver and get your coat. Why don’t you just stay home? I can call you if anything important comes up.”

Alexa never missed a day of work. She wasn’t going to start because of Scott Patrick. “I’m fine. I just don’t want him on me the rest of the day. And he ruined my fucking skirt.”

“Alexa, please. You need some time. I’ve got everything under control here.”

Alexa looks up to meet Martina’s soft caramel colored eyes.
She is so sweet, that girl.

“I’ll let you know. Thank you.”

“He made a bit of scene cussing and stomping on his way out.”

Alexa sighs. He really was pissed. “Good to know.” She gets in her coat and puts her sunglasses on, to hide her tear stained cheeks. She heads down to the lobby, avoiding the stares from her staff. As she steps outside, the London sky opens up, unleashing a cold, bitter downpour on her.

Fucking perfect.
Her driver pulls up and rushes to open her door for her. He looks downright terrified of her. She hustles inside the car and slides into the seat, desperate to get home. Her phone vibrates and she prays it’s Scott. It’s a text from Martina.

Martina: I canceled everything. Seriously, stay home.

Alexa: I think I might. Thanks again.

In just a few minutes, they turn the corner to her apartment. All she wants is to get inside and get in the shower. The sooner his scent was off of her, the better.

“Will you be needing anything else today, Miss Drake.” Simon’s voice was shaky.

“No. Be on time tomorrow.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“With my coffee or don’t bother.”

“Yes.” He bows his head towards her.

She heads upstairs and turns on the shower, peeling her soiled clothes off. How dare he treat her like some whore he found on the corner? She knew she was pushing him, it was her intent, but did she go too far? She can’t recall a time when he was ever that cold.

She pours herself a glass of the whiskey that was still out on her counter. She drinks it down quickly, then drinks another just as fast. Her body warmed as the silky liquid spread through her core. She walks naked to the kitchen and lights another cigarette, inhaling slowly, feeling her nerves settle with each drag she takes.

She throws the butt in the sink and takes her shower. Standing against the shower wall, she lets the hot water beat down on her, scalding her skin. She can’t stop the tears from coming and lets herself cry as long and as hard as she needs to, the steamy water of the shower washing away her shame.