Beautifully Twisted (6 page)

Alexa nods and waits to be fed, welcoming this moment of eating, even though she knows it won’t last long. She needs the time to accept that she’s right back where she started with Scott.

Scott opens the silver tray and feeds her a bite of something. What it is she couldn’t say. She’s a jumbled mess of lust, excitement, and terror for giving in to him again.

“Alexa, I’m going to finish undressing you now.”

She says nothing and closes her eyes as Scott’s hands slide over her shoulders, and across her cleavage. He reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, letting her breasts fall free. Immediately, he takes them in his hands, caressing and kneading them. She keeps her head lowered, knowing this is how he wants her.

He stands in front of her, and she hears the zipper of his jeans slide down. She takes a deep breath. To Alexa, there isn’t much in this world that’s better than the sight of Scott Patrick’s naked body.

“You know I have to punish you, baby girl,” he says, his voice soft and dangerous.

She nods.
Oh I know
. She antagonized him until she was positive it would happen.

He walks behind her. “Stand up.”

She rises to her feet, keeping her eyes lowered. All she can see are his bare feet and legs.

“Do you want to look at me?” he asks her.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mr. Patrick.”

“Well, if you’re a good girl, I will let you. After you’ve been punished.”

She nods again.

“Close your eyes.”

She does and holds her breath as she feels his hands tugging at her panties to remove them. He parts her legs, his hands holding her thighs firmly.

“Keep them closed.” He leans his face close to her, inhaling her scent. “You smell good, baby. You knew what you were doing tonight, didn’t you?”

She nods. His finger swirls around her clit, softly teasing her. “Do you deserve this? Do you deserve my tongue?”

“Yes,” she whispers.
Oh please!

“No, you don’t. You’re a whore that fucks everyone in London.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You said so yourself. How many men, Alexa? Tell me the truth.” He digs his fingers into her soft flesh, demanding his answer.

Uh oh! S
he wasn’t expecting this line of questioning. She stays silent, trying to come up with a suitable response. The truth simply isn’t going to work.

“Answer me.”

“I… I can’t, Scotty.” There is no way she is answering that question. It’s silent for a moment. She keeps her eyes closed and her breathing is heavy with anticipation. She has no idea how he is going to deal with her.

She hears him take a deep breath. “I don’t care how many there were, Alexa...can’t you see? I just want you.” Scott sits on the couch in front of Alexa, turning her body to face him as she stands before him, before plunging his tongue deep between her legs, sucking and licking her with abandon. “I told you; tonight I’m going to fuck you senseless. I’m going to show you how you make me feel inside. You’re going to beg me to stop.”

Scott’s fingers enter her, digging deep inside. She throws her head back, barely maintaining her balance. He holds her steady, driving her crazy with lust.

Alexa can’t remember the last time she felt this good. Her life has been devoid of passion and joy since she left the States and the last time she saw Scott it was terrible. After their fight, she cried for a month. Now here she was again, wrapped in his arms, experiencing the intense pleasure only Scott could give her.

“Scott… please,” her words tumble from her mouth. “Please, sir, let me come.”

“No, no, my sweet girl. You haven’t earned it yet.” He pulls her down onto his lap, her face towards the floor. Alexa knew now what her punishment would be. A delicious spanking from the hands of her sex god.

He rubs his hand over the smooth flesh of her ass. This was part of his ritual, the way he prepared them both for what would happen next. This was no sissy spanking. This would cause her pain. Depending on his mood, it could bring her to tears.

“You’re thinner than you used to be,” he notices. “I don’t like it.”

She says nothing, waiting for the moment when his flesh will meet hers.

“You deserve this punishment. You’ve been so bad. Taunting me and fucking other men. Then you flirted with Brett right in front of me. You knew you were going to get in trouble, didn’t you?”

She nods. She knew.

“I don’t like it when you disobey.” His voice is different and Alexa thinks he might actually be angry with her.

“Now…” he runs his hand over her ass one more time and she knows it’s coming. “Tell me you were wrong and you deserve this.”

Her favorite part: admitting her guilt. “I was wrong and I deserve punishment.”

“Tell me you want to be punished.”

More than anything
. “I want it.”

He leans close to her ear and whispers, “You remember how to make me stop?”

“Kitty,” she whispers their safe word.

“That’s right, baby girl.”

The room is silent for a moment, then, suddenly, smack! He brings his hand down hard on her flesh, causing her to squirm in pain.

“You deserve this,” he says as he slaps her ass again. “How many do you think you need to learn to act right?”

“I… don’t know,” she says, trying to hold back tears. She loves it and hates it.

“Tell me you won’t fuck anyone else but me.”

“I can’t.”

Smack!

“Tell me.”

“No.”

Smack!

“Why?”

“It’s not true.”

Smack!

Her skin stings from the blows. How can he ask her to say that?

Smack!

“I can’t stand the thought, Alexa.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

Smack! She wriggles against him, her breasts pinned against his legs.

“You won’t fuck Brett.”

“No.”

“Promise.”

“No,” she says, knowing it will piss him off even more.

“Dammit, Alexa.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

She fights back tears. Even though every part of her knows she should not enjoy this, she does. Scott knows exactly how to turn her on and it’s pissing her off.

“You’ll fuck me tonight,” Scott states.

“Yes.”

He lifts her and leans her back against the coffee table, spreading her legs wide. He hovers over her, his huge erection bouncing between them. He grabs it with his hand and holds it up against her opening, running the tip up and down her slit.

“You want me, Alexa?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want you, sir.”

He runs his free hand along her throat. “No, my name. Say my name.”

She raises her eyebrows in surprise and whispers, “I want you, Scotty.”

“You want me to what, Alexa?” His tone is desperate. He closes his eyes, as though he is savoring each word.

“I want you to fuck me, Scotty.”

He slides into her, grinding into her body, digging his fingers into the flesh of her hips. She throws her head back, enjoying the feeling of fullness between her legs. It’s been so long, too long. It’s painful for her, so painful she wants to move away, but she won’t. She’s waited entirely too long to have him inside her. She wasn’t sure it would ever happen for them again.

Alexa drags her fingers down his back, just like he wanted. As much as he hurt her, his complete satisfaction remains her goal. His mouth finds hers, sucking her into an amazing kiss. There is no place she’d rather be than in Scott Patrick’s arms–as much as she hates to admit it.

Scott pumps against her, sinking deeper with each thrust, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She moves her hips with his, stroking him closer to climax. He lifts her up, staying inside her, and moving them to the sofa so she is on top.

“Now I can see your luscious body,” Scott says to her, his words sounding like a growl.

Lifting his face to suck each of her nipples in his mouth, he bites down, knowing she enjoys the pain of it. Crying out, she digs her nails into his shoulders and writhes against him, moving up and down.

“That’s right, baby girl, fuck your Scotty. Get what you want.”

Alexa loves that he talks to her like this, inside and outside of the bedroom. He’s the only man that can.

“Do you want to come?” he asks. She nods her head, grinding her flesh into his, doing her best to coax him to come. He runs his hands up her stomach and onto her breasts, squeezing. “Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Beg me or I’ll stop.”

“Please, baby. Please, Scotty.”

“Tell me you’ll be a good girl.”

“I’ll be good… I swear.”

He flips her onto her back and lifts her legs high above her head, pounding into her with force.

“Oh…God…Scotty… baby… yes! Yes!” Her orgasm hits with a force she wasn’t expecting. Her body convulses against him while he continues pushing into her. Cruelly, he reaches down and rubs her sensitive clit, causing her to scream out.

“Stop, please!”

“Beg.”

“I am begging, for fuck’s sake.”

His body tenses above her but he doesn’t stop rubbing her. He groans and releases into her, pumping hot liquid deep into her depths. She moves against him, pushing his hand away, finally calming down.

“Fuck,” he says, slumping against her.

“Yeah,” she replies, breathing hard.

“You’re the best, Alexa. The best.”

“So are you.”

He lifts his head and looks into her eyes. “Do you mean it?”

“Yes.”

He smiles and pulls out of her, causing her to flinch from the pain. It’s been a long time since something that big has been there.

Pulling her upright, Scott hands her the glass of wine. She takes a big swig of it and wipes the hair off her face. Her skin is red and pulsing from the delicious abuse it just endured. Scott stands and gulps down his wine, his magnificent body on display. Alexa stares at him, slightly disbelieving what just happened. She tries hard to soak in the curvature of his muscles and the tattoos that decorate his skin in the dim candlelight of the room.

“Thank you, baby girl. I needed that.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

“No.”

“Tell me the truth.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“How many men?”

She rolls her eyes. “Why would you want to know that? I thought you said you didn’t care. I don’t want to know how many women you’ve been with. It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” He shakes his head.

“I won’t tell you.”

He sighs. “Okay. Then tell me something else.”

“What?”

“Do you want to fuck Brett?”

“No! God, why are you so fixated on that?”

“You looked at him like you wanted to.”

“I was trying to make you jealous.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Scotty.” She leans back against the couch, wishing she hadn’t admitted that last bit.

“If it was to get my attention, it worked. But you’ve always had my attention, Alexa. You know that.”

“Do I? Funny, it doesn’t feel like it.”

“What just happened?”

“I have no idea. We have no business hooking up. We are not good for each other.”

“We’re perfect for each other. We’re both just fucked up enough to understand the other one.”

She sighs and chews on her fingernail.

“You still bite your nails.”

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t cry when I spanked you.”

“Did you want me to?”

“I’m not sure.”

She stares at his amazing physique for a moment.
I’ve spent enough tears on you already.

“Maybe next time,” she says.

“Will there be a next time, Lexi?”

“That remains to be seen. You live in New York. I live in London. What’s the point?”

“What just happened between us is special. No one else has what we have. No one else makes me feel like you do.”

She knows all too well how true that is. “You left me, Scott. I’ll remind you again.”

“For your own good, I’ll remind you.”

They stare at each other.

“I’m going home,” Alexa says suddenly.

“No, stay with me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?” Scott moves closer to her.

“Because I work tomorrow and I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”

“Cancel your date with Brett.”

“It’s not a date. It’s business.”