His Demands (14 page)

Broden glanced toward the closed
door, a myriad of thoughts racing in the back of his mind. He could see the
day,
remember the gray skies and the pelting rain. He could
also remember the fact they were happy, playing. And he remembered being
exhausted, not on his game. How many times had he asked himself the same
question – why didn’t he simply say no?

He realized his hand was shaking as
he opened the flap, a heightened level of apprehension coursing through him. Of
course she had a right to be remembered.
Hissing,
he
opened his eyes wide, tilting his head down and pushing the color and black and
white pictures aside. Exhaling slowly, Broden studied the grouping of pictures,
her lovely face,
then
her contorted face. No one
should ever have to suffer this way. Not this way.

Slumping down in his chair, he did
something he hadn’t done in a full year. He burst into tears.

****

Stretching, Kaela opened her eyes
and enjoyed the way the material of the sheets and comforter felt nestled around
her body. She rolled over and stared at the ceiling. That’s the very moment the
night, the incredible night of passion and kink flowed through the back of her
mind, giving her instant goose bumps. “Mmm…” Twisting her body she was aware
almost instantly Broden wasn’t in bed. Light was streaming in through the floor
to ceiling windows and she smiled, even though the dazzling sunshine made her
squint.

For a minute she lay quietly,
licking her lips and remembering every detail of their...well fucking. She
couldn’t quite say they’d made love. Exhaling slowly, she thought about her
reaction to his attempt to tie her down and knew she should tell him everything
but facing the truth about her past wasn’t something she could do easily. And
the night of passion had been so amazing. The acts were more
carnal
in nature, so desperately hungry one round seemed to explode into the next. The
very taste of his cum lingered in her mouth and Kaela couldn’t resist pressing
fingers across her lips as she slid the other under the sheets, pinching her
swollen nipple. Broden certainly knew how to bring her to certain spectacular
limits of pain as well as pleasure.

She bit her lip as she turned over,
pressing her face in to his pillow. The rugged and masculine scent of him was
pungent, filling her nostrils with the very fragrance of a man who continued to
surprise her. Kaela purred and couldn’t help but wonder why he’d left the bed.
Could she fall it their bed? No, that was way too presumptuous.

Languishing for a few more minutes
she had hoped Broden would come back and join her. When both her hunger pains
and need for the bathroom intervened, she finally climbed out of bed. Venturing
into the bathroom she gazed at her reflection and for a few seconds she
couldn’t help but admire the wild hair and shimmering face. Shaking her head,
the crisscross of bite marks on her neck and shoulders matched the crimson
marks on her ass.

She gripped the counter and couldn’t
get her mind off the amazing last few days. And to think she was his submissive
for another six. The thought was delicious, sending an incredible series of
sensations up and down her legs. Kaela washed her face, borrowed his toothbrush
and attempted to smooth down her unruly hair. From a reflection in the mirror
she noticed a terry robe lying across the whirlpool tub. Turning, she grabbed
the robe, pulling the material to her face and sighed. She slid into it and
shivered as she tied the sash.

Five sizes too large, she snuggled
in and wanted nothing more than to find him.
Broden.
Merely thinking his name held a different connotation now. Kaela meandered
through the hallways, finding the kitchen easily. The first thing she noticed
was that he’d cleaned up the mess from the night before. How odd. Why do this
so early? A quick glance at the kitchen clock answered her question. It was
after ten. Well, they had barely fallen asleep sometime around three in the
morning. The second she noticed were her clothes, folded neatly on top of the
counter, the very counter where he’d taken her in the ass for the first time.

Wiggling, she couldn’t help but gaze
down at the granite top, envisioning the heat shared between them. She walked
toward the refrigerator, pulling open the door. Kaela wanted to think she was
surprised about the sparse contents, but she wasn’t. Broden was a complicated
man in certain regards and yet she knew without a doubt the majority of his
needs were simplistic. To her it seemed as if he refused to want the smallest
comforts while being lavish with others. From his Ferrari to his house and the
ostentatious contents, Broden had a flair for art and furniture, but he
couldn’t stock his own fridge. Or maybe he simply preferred not to.

Either way the moment saddened her.
Grabbing a carton of orange juice, she sniffed and laughed, the realization of
what she’d done filling her with melancholy. She easily found the cabinet full
of glasses and before reaching her hand in, she noticed every glass was in some
order, smallest to largest. Her cabinets were anything but organized. As she
poured a glass full, her thoughts ran the gamut of wanting him and being unsure
of Broden. He was such a riddle.

Sliding her finger back and forth
across her mouth, she was ready to hunt down coffee if she had to. Kaela
finished the juice before finding coffee. Only a few minutes later it was
brewing and she continued her trek to find Broden. Tugging the sash tighter
around her, she realized she’d never felt more naked before and she was so very
cold.

Why was the house so very quiet? Why
did he live so large but seemed so close to the vest with everything,
especially his emotions? For perhaps all the wrong reasons she wanted to get
closer to him, know the real man inside. If only she could maneuver her way
through the layers. Sighing, she glanced over her shoulder, seeing the French
doors and a deck filled with furniture she suspected he never sat on.

Kaela threw open the doors, walking
out as she held her arm with one hand. The day was beautiful, the breeze blowing
lightly and the scenery below was incredible. Tropical plants and a tiki hut
surrounded a lagoon style pool, complete with a waterfall at one end. Steam
rose from the shallow end, billows of mist floating across the water in a dream
like state. What a glorious setting. She allowed herself a few seconds of
imaging a fantasy.
How very lonely and alone Broden must be.
She knew he’d left the house, but why and where could he have gone?

She walked back into the kitchen and
headed for the door to the garage. A quick peek told her he’d taken the car.
Well, given the status of little food in the house, perhaps he was getting
breakfast for them. Mmmm…a little breakfast in bed.

After pouring a cup of coffee, Kaela
meandered through the house, stopping to admire the exquisite art adorning
almost every surface in the long bank of hallways as well as every room, so
many designed for entertaining guests. Every room she found herself in was
beautifully decorated and very austere, much like his taste in paintings. Everything
had a haunting quality, a damaged feel about them. She became lost in a sea of
despair and vivid colors, mysterious eyes staring back at her on portrait style
pieces. Shuddering, she knew the pieces were self portraits. She just knew.

She’d all but finished her coffee
and had the distinct feeling he wasn’t coming back any time soon.
Time to find a phone and call him.
As she waked out of the
room she was in and glanced ahead, she could see a partially open door and what
appeared to be a desk. From where she stood she could clearly make out a phone.
She moved inside, a sudden feeling like she was trespassing on his very private
space. The moment she walked inside she knew this was the place she spent the
most time. There was an actual feel of the man nestled in the dark woods and
volumes of books. A fireplace adorned one side and a small bar was nestled in
the corner. The big leather easy chair was the immediate draw and she had to
walk over to the massive piece, rubbing her hand across the back.

Even the scent in the room was so
very much all him. Kaela found herself tingling all over.
 
She could imagine him sitting in the leather
chair, book in hand in front of a roaring fire. She could also envision being
curled at his feet, enjoying indulging in an intimate moment shared together.
Wow. Wasn’t she jumping the gun? Laughing softly, she moved back toward his
desk. As she brushed her hand across the side, marveling at the ornate design,
the file folder on top caught her eye. There was nothing else out, no notebook
and his computer certainly wasn’t turned on so the file caught her attention.

She stole a glance at the door, half
expecting him to be standing in the middle. This was his private world, one she
rarely was allowed to be but so much in the middle of at the office.
Walk away.
But she couldn’t. Opening the
file, the pictures of a lovely young woman didn’t surprise her. There was no
way she was the only woman he’d ever cared about. Her bright eyes and happy
smile indicated a lovely period of time.

Easily seeing there were more, she
pushed the first photograph aside and the second was a black and white shot,
same girl but… She narrowed her eyes. What in the world was she looking at?
While she was no expert, the photo reminded her of a crime scene, but the girl
looked alive, just… Before she had a chance to look any further, she heard a
noise. No doubt Broden had returned. She pushed the pictures inside and closed
the file before scurrying out the door. For some reason she stopped and turned
to look at his desk.
What are you hiding?

The moment she rounded the corner of
the hallway, she smacked into him.
“Broden!”

“Now what did I catch you doing?”
Broden asked, grabbing both her wrists, his eyes flashing.

For a few seconds she wasn’t certain
whether he was angry or playing with her. Swallowing hard, she blinked rapidly,
her heart racing. “I…I’m sorry. I was just looking for you and I was trying to
see if you’d left a note. I just don’t know your house very well and…”

Broden titled his head, remaining
quiet. “I have a feeling you’ve been a bad girl. Were you playing with yourself
without permission? Were you going through my things, trying to find out more
about me? Just how much do you need a spanking?” He laughed as he pulled her
closer.

Kaela gave him a mischievous look,
instantly melting in his arms. “I’m always a bad girl, but I think you love
that about me.”

“I do, very much so. You look good
in my robe.
Sexy.”

“I kinda like the comfortable look.
A bit different for me.”

Broden pushed her back slightly,
giving her an admiring look. “Edible.”

“Then eat me.”

“Be careful what you ask for.”
Wrapping his arms around her, Broden captured her mouth, holding the kiss as he
slid his fingers up and down her back. After easing back from the kiss, he
grunted and licked around her mouth.

“I’m asking for everything. I
deserve everything I want.”

Lowering his head he whispered in
her ear. “Yes you do deserve so many things including my devout attention, my
discipline. But first you need to learn to obey me. For once in your life
you’re going to understand that you are no longer in charge, I am. You’re going
to realize the power of my control over you and you’re going to not only want
to please me, but need to be completely devoted.” Breathing in her ear, he
licked the tip before easing back. This time his words were said with a husky
growl. “Remember, I’m going to own you.”

Own.
The word gave her tingles as well
as apprehension. Could she actually learn to give him all of her, obey the man
without question? Could she become the submissive he needed? If only she could
let go of the past. There was nothing else she wanted so much in her life.

Closing her eyes, she palmed his
chest with one hand as she eased her other around his neck. The man could
certainly kiss. When he dragged the edge of her robe up the side of her leg,
she squealed and attempted to get away from him.

He held her tightly, the fingers of
his one hand digging into her ass as the other moved between her legs. Growling
into the kiss, he slipped his fingers in between her legs, finding her pussy
lips. Wigging his finger, he pressed the tip just inside.

Moaning, she shoved hard against his
chest, every move playful, longing to push his buttons.

Thrusting a single finger inside her
pussy, he swayed his hips back and forth as he held her tightly.

The sensation of euphoria was
incredible, but she was in a wicked mood. Maneuvering her other hand, she
managed to push his just hard enough she broke the hold, the force tumbling her
backwards. Laughing, she loved the look of instant confusion and her naughty
vixen side kicking
in,
she blew him a kiss and turned,
racing down the hallway. She only got as far as his office door before he
wrapped his hand around her long hair and using just enough force, jerked her
to a halt.

“Obey me.”

Whimpering, the ragged moan escaping
her lips was nothing more than a reminder of what she wanted, what she longed
to
have.
“Yes.”