Pure Passion (14 page)

Brea:  Did you tell her where you were going?

Me:  No.  I didn’t want her calling Felix.  Would you mind
letting her know where I am and that my phone died?

Brea:  No problem.  Call me asap!

Me:  K

“Shit, my mom’s always uptight about something," I said, returning Max'
phone to him.  "Tell Derek not to worry about it if my mom calls him.
Brea’s going to let her know where we are.”

“Too late. There’s a text from Derek, too," Max
replied, looking at his messages.  "He had a long talk with your mom and
was surprised that she didn’t know we were all living together.”

Oh shit, it’s hitting the fan. 

“No biggie. I’ll go see her when we get back tomorrow.” 
No
use ruining today when my plan is working out so damn perfect.  You have to
live for the moment, right?  I am 22, after all!

Max

When we got back to the house, Lara made a mad dash to find
Felix.  She was hoping that Sandra hadn’t talked to him yet so she could feed
him his lines.  Neither said anything as they returned, but judging by the look
on Lara’s face, it appeared she was too late.  Yvette began pouring wine, and
Lara attacked it with fervor.  Not wanting a repeat of Thursday night, I
mentioned to Felix that it might be a good idea to get some food on the table.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to get drunk again.  I just need
to blow off some steam,” she said, dismissing my concern.

“Yeah, I’ve used that line many times before, and that’s
usually when I get totally hammered!" I said. I pulled her aside and
whispered, "Besides, I want to make sweet love to you later, and I want to
make sure you remember it.”

“Okay, I’m ready,” she declared, setting down her wine
glass.

“Ready to eat?” asked Felix.

“Oh yeah, I suppose we should do that first,” she smirked.

As always, Lara’s mood turned on a dime once I got her
thinking about something more positive.  Throughout dinner, she obviously
remained focused on my statement, as she touched me every chance she got.  I
had to admit, all of the attention was a real turn-on.

“RJ thought they would have a sample cover over to you by
late Tuesday,” Felix mentioned, breaking up our flirting ritual. 

He was probably a little uncomfortable seeing his niece
hitting on me, especially after dealing with her mother earlier.  It occurred
to me that I would probably have to meet her sometime soon, as well.  Lara
always made her sound like a mother bear protecting her newborn cubs. 
I’m
sure she’s not that bad.

My mind went back to thinking about business.  The speed
with which both Felix and RJ were barreling forward made me a little nervous. 
Not only did I have to get his guitar made as quickly as possible, I also had
to get my website set-up, as well.  I thought about the web designer I had
talked to a while back and began scrolling through my phone to see if I could
locate his number.  If I could send him a text or something, at least I would
know if he was going to be available to work on it. 
It would be nice to get
one thing off my plate.

“What are you going to do if you sell 50 or 100 guitars when
the article comes out?” Yvette asked. 

It was obvious she had been discussing things with Felix, as
that was one of his main concerns.

“Make 50 or 100 guitars, I guess.  I’ll just let them know
there will be a wait, as I can only make two per week.”

“You’re going to have to learn how to make guitars,” Felix
joked to Lara.

“I’m not the best with sharp tools.  Derek would probably be
interested though.  He loves working with wood,” Lara answered.

“That’s true," I replied, having a burst of
entrepreneurial energy."If I could focus just on doing the inlays and
details, he could do the finishing work.  That way we could do almost twice as
many.  I could pay him double what he’s making now.”

“Whoa, cowboy!” warned Felix. “The first mistake most people
make is hiring friends, and the second is paying them more than they should. 
Just ask him for help if you really get in a jam and take it slow.”

“You’re right,” I agreed.

I was already concerned about having Lara so deeply involved
in my life and business.  I really didn’t need to have Derek fully involved, as
well. 
It’s always easy to hire friends, but it destroys relationships if
things don’t work out.  At least now, if things blow up, I’ll be able to afford
a place to live.

Lara

I wish everyone would stop talking business for a while. 
I’ve heard enough for one weekend.  Let’s talk about how good Max looked on the
beach without his shirt.  I’m sure Yvette would be happier talking about that,
too.  She keeps flirting with Max every chance she gets.  My god, does she have
to lean forward every time she talks?  Those things are distracting enough
without drawing attention to them!  I’m just going to start running my hand
along the inside of his leg and see if I can make him squirm a little. 

The rest of the night crawled along, as Max and Felix beat
every aspect of the business to death.  Once again, their focus had
concentrated on scaling the business, and how to build more guitars to meet the
certain surge in demand. 
I understand this is a big deal, but holy shit.  How
is a girl supposed to get laid around here?  Maybe I should slow down on the
wine a little.

~~~

“Well, it’s getting late.  We should really get back to the
guesthouse,” I finally said, as it seemed like it had been dark forever.

“Yeah, it’s already ten after nine, so you two should really
get to bed,” Felix laughed, his belly shaking all around him.

“It wasn’t too long ago that you and I would be in bed by
nine, and it wasn't because we were tired,” Yvette chided.

“Enjoy being young,” Felix advised us. “When you get to be
my age, you actually want to go to sleep when you hit the bed.”

“It’s true. I’m going to have to find a younger man,” Yvette
said, smiling directly at Max.

Ok, it’s definitely time to vacate before I kick her
ass.  Besides, my wine glass is empty again.  How many did I have anyway? 
Whoa!

Things got a little blurry after we got up from the table
and started walking back to our abode. Max had his arm around me, and we were
both laughing about something.  I must have said something stupid. What I did
know clearly was how incredibly horny I was once we got inside.  I had been
thinking about how he manhandled me in the shower all day.  I had never felt so
wanted and completely dominated at the same time.  The way he held me in his
arms, Max could’ve done anything he wanted, and I wouldn’t have even tried to
resist.

“I want you to handcuff me,” I said, taking him by surprise.

“To what?” he questioned, glancing around the room.

“To anything. Just handcuff me and have your way with me.”

“Are you drunk again?”

“I’ve got a good buzz on, but that has nothing to do with
it.  I’ve been thinking about what you did to me in the shower all day.  I want
you to take it to the next level.”

Max simply smiled and stared into my eyes, trying to gauge
how drunk I was.  I slipped my hands along his sides and pulled him into me. 
That’s
much better.
  The musky smell of cologne combined with his natural scent as
our mouths explored one another.  It seemed like forever since we had been all
alone, and it felt damn good.  Things were best when it was just Max and me.  I
began unbuttoning his shirt, anxious to feel his bare skin against mine.

“Hey, who’s in control here?” he scolded.

“I’m sorry.” 

He actually caught me by surprise.

“You’re a bad girl; now get naked and lie on the bed.  I’m
going to find those handcuffs.”

Yay!

Max

I had to laugh as Lara squealed in delight with the mention
of handcuffs.  Never had I seen her move so fast, naked within seconds and waiting
on the bed.  As I retrieved the cuffs from my duffle bag, she squirmed and
giggled with anticipation.  The curiosity regarding these things had been
building for both of us since the first night we overheard Derek and Hadley. 
After finding the braces behind the headboard and securing one end of each
handcuff to them, I slipped the other ends around her wrists.  As I tightened
the second pair, she tugged at them, only to find she was indeed restrained.

“Hmm, I don’t like that I can’t touch you.”

“That’s the whole point.  I get to do whatever I want, and
you don’t,” I replied, as I stood back up to get rid of my clothes.  “I can
tease you, torment you, or just walk away and leave you there.”

“You better be good.  I know where you sleep!”

“That’s true, I better be really good,” I replied, sliding
back onto the bed.

I had to admit, it was really exciting to see her in
restraints. 
If only we had some leg shackles… maybe next time.
 
Crawling up between her legs, I could feel my rock hard dick against her as I
kissed her.  She moaned as her tongue and lips lashed out at mine. 
She’s
definitely turned on…

After a brief interlude, I departed to begin kissing and
teasing other parts of her body.  She instinctively tried to follow me with her
hands, so I heard the clatter of the cuffs above.  I decided my goal was to see
how much noise those cuffs could make. 
I’m going to tease the shit out of
her.

After giving her another quick kiss, I whispered, “This is
what you’ve been waiting for all day.”

“Yeah, I have,” she replied breathlessly.

Lara

Closing my eyes, I tried to relax and focus on Max’ hands as
they traveled down my body.  I could tell that he was intentionally trying to
tease me with his soft strokes
.  I’m not going to give him the satisfaction
of…  Oh, God…  That feels really good.  He must be using his thumbs or
something, that’s incredible.
  Against my conscious will, I heard moans
emanating from my mouth. 
Oh shit, that only encouraged him to do more of
it.  Damn, that’s really intense.

Just as I began to recover, I felt his breath and his tongue
taking the place of his thumbs.  My already sensitive flesh was now being
kissed, licked, and sucked in a way that made me almost jump out of my skin.  I
tried to push my legs together, but they were held firmly in place by his
strong hands.  Sensing my distress, he once again increased the intensity,
apparently wanting to blow my mind.  I suddenly saw the beauty of being
restrained.  If I weren’t, I would’ve grabbed his head, rolled to the side, and
gotten away from this hot oral assault.  Instead, my only choice was to ride it
out.

I could feel the pressure on the inside of my legs as he
pushed them deeper into the bed and continued to drive me into oblivion.  My
body began to tremble as my entire nervous system overloaded with pleasure.  A
series of moans and choppy breathes turned into near convulsions, as he
continued violating my clit for what seemed like forever.  I pulled against the
restraints as my head slammed back into the pillow, my toes curled so hard that
I was nearly getting a charlie horse, and my back tried to arch off the bed. 
Sucking me into his mouth, he gave me one last series of sucks nearly causing
me to black out from the overload of concentrated pleasure. 

When he finally stopped, he came upon a quivering mess, who
had completely lost all composure, literally driven off the cliff into the
abyss.  I could hear his voice but didn’t respond - not because of a lack of
willingness, but because of a lack of ability.  It was as if something had snapped
and normal body functions had temporarily ceased, replaced by quivering,
shaking, and hypersensitivity.

“Are you alright?” he asked again, looking into my eyes with
concern.

My smile told him I was better than alright, but I was
momentarily beyond words.  He quickly unlocked the handcuffs and pulled me to
him.

“I’m sorry if I went too far.”

He hadn’t gone too far.  It was exactly what I had been
wanting all day.  It was the type of orgasm I had read about many times, but
never thought would happen for me.  I had given up on all of this, but now it
was all happening.  Max was truly with me, making love to me and sleeping with
me.

~~~

It wasn’t until the ride home the following day that I began
thinking about the depth of my feelings.  I had always assumed I was in love
with Max, but the depth of my feelings now made past ones pale in comparison. 
Now
I’m truly in love.  It feels more amazing than I ever thought possible but is
absolutely terrifying at the same time.  If this doesn’t work out for some reason,
they will have to drug me up and lock me away in a padded cell.  I’d be a
basket case.

During the entire road trip back to Tallahassee, both Max
and I were pretty quiet.  He was obviously thinking about all of the things he
had to get done in the week ahead, while I stewed about my overwhelming
feelings.  We had just shared the best weekend of my life, but I just couldn’t
shake the idea that it was all too good to be true.  That this was an anomaly
and somehow Max would wake up and figure out that I wasn’t good enough for
him.  Every once in a while, he would reach over and take my hand, give me a
smile, or ask if everything was alright.

“Yes, everything’s great,” would be my reply, even though I
couldn’t convince myself in that regard.

By the time we reached Tallahassee, however, I had decided
that everything would be fine as long as I stayed strong.  After all, I had
executed a plan over the last several weeks, and it had worked out exactly the
way I wanted. 
Why am I feeling so insecure now? I guess it's just the
jitters that come from knowing I'm in-too-deep.

Oh my God!
  We were welcomed back to Tallahassee by a
horrifying site.  A black Audi convertible parked in front of Derek’s house.

“NO!” I exclaimed, as we rounded the corner.

Max didn’t say a word, so apparently he instinctively knew
to who had come to pay us a visit.

~~~