Beautifully Twisted (39 page)

“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 them 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.”

Scott kneels down in front of her, burying his face between her legs, dipping his tongue inside of her. Alexa moans and runs her fingers through his hair that he’s let grow out just a bit. She feels his teeth nibble against her clit and she presses into his mouth in response. His hands climb up her body, reaching beneath her blouse and pushing her bra up. He lifts up just so that her hips leave the desk, her legs resting on his strong shoulders as his hands knead her breasts. Alexa bites her lip to avoid crying out but it’s difficult. “Oh, fuck, Scotty,” she murmurs, “you’re so fucking amazing, baby. I love it so much.”

He says nothing but continues sucking on her clit, his tongue swirling in and out of her, pushing her to ecstasy. She grips the edge of the desk, grinding her body against Scotty’s mouth, desperately wanting to reach her climax. He pulls back suddenly, causing her eyes to shoot open.

“Don’t stop, Scotty. Please,” she pleads.

“I’m not stopping baby, just getting comfortable. Don’t worry you’re sweet head. I’m just getting started.” Alexa watches as he untucks his dress shirt and unzips his slacks. “Am I ever gonna get enough of you, girl?” Scott asks. “Am I ever going to be in the same room and not want to climb between your legs?” He lets his pants fall and Alexa lifts up on her elbows to see his massive erection before he slides into her.