Taunting Lips (A Teasing Hands Accompaniment)

Taunting Lips

(A Teasing Hands Accompaniment)

Her body was my greatest damnation. 
I craved her and the way she came alive beneath my fingers. The way she’d let me force my will upon her tender flesh, so breakable and trusting—open to all I could teach her. 
The moment I laid eyes on my defenseless gatita, everything within me shifted. Everything about her sang to my most basic of needs. She made me want things that never mattered before, that had no place within my solitary existence.
Amanda let me take. She let me gorge myself on all she had to give and never complained. I became addicted to her. 
I was supposed to be the one in control. The master of our time together.
But, this was never my game. 
I was never in charge. 
And now, I’m left dealing with the consequences of everything. My hunger, denial...the resentment:
“I hate that I love you.”

Copyright © 2014 by Elena M. Reyes

Malfunction Erotica

(The House of Malfunction)

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Edited By: Marti Lynch, K.I. Lynn, N. Isabelle Blanco

Cover Art By: N. Isabelle Blanco

Photo credit: Daniel Krol

1

Camden

Her body trembled beneath mine, yet my
gatita
didn’t sing for me. The mewls of pleasure she released didn’t calm me. Not one bit. Instead, they engulfed the panic that bloomed at her blatant disgust and made me feel something I hadn’t in a while.

Loss.

I was losing her and couldn’t do a thing but stand back and watch it all unfold.

She shook with the force of the hollow pleasure I withdrew from her body, empty and bare of the euphoria she usually bathed me in after I enjoyed all she had to give. That’s how her release felt as it dripped down my fingers and onto the palm of my hand. Vacant, like a means to an end.

The thing is that I didn’t want this to end. I couldn’t let her fucking walk away with the one thing I never wanted to give another again. My heart.

In that moment, while she fumbled to pull her panties off and then put her clothes on, everything became clear. I fell for her. For her quirks and silly smiles. For her supple body and beautiful soul.

I was in love with my
gatita.

Amanda placed the small and delicate panties saturated in her essence in the middle of the bed and took a step toward the door.  My hands reached out to touch her—grab her—anything but let her go. My lips opened, but the look in her eyes as she turned to face me made me pause.

“Goodbye, Camden. Enjoy those,” Amanda spoke low, finger pointing at the underwear on the table, “because that is all you will ever have of me.”

The hurt in her tone hit me like a direct punch to the gut. My instincts had me almost doubled over in pain, but the fear of missing those last few moments with her held me in place.

I should have stopped her. Done everything in my power to keep her from walking out, but instead, I stood frozen. Hands clenched into tight fist and breathing hard, I watched as her defeated form walked out. The hurt she radiated nearly killed me.

How could I have broken her so? This couldn’t be it for us. Fuck that. I refused to believe so.

“Amanda!” I shouted after regaining my composure. Nothing mattered to me but fixing the mess I’d created with my own stupidity. Running toward the reception area, I made mental notes of everything I needed to apologize for. What I needed to explain and make her understand.

Problem was, she fucking wasn’t there. Everyone turned at the sound of my voice calling out her name again, my hopes dashed at her non reply.

My next client made a move to stand, and Cynthia spoke. It didn’t register.

With eyes glued at the spa’s entrance, I spoke. “Cancel everything.”

“But—” Cynthia and my client began at the same time. I didn’t want to hear it and cut them off before they continued.

“An emergency has come up, and I need to leave. Have Hunter take my next client, and everyone else needs to be canceled.”

“Camden, listen—”

“That wasn’t a request, Cynthia,” I spoke through clenched teeth, barely containing the ire that scorched my veins at her mere presence. “It’s an order.”

“Right away,
Camden
.” There was a small tinge of hurt in her tone. I’d never been this short or rude to her. Sure, the woman got on my nerves with all the blatant flirting, but up until now, there hadn’t been anyone in my life I owed some respect to.

There was a sudden tightness in my chest at that thought. Amanda was my
someone,
and now, she was gone. It suddenly became hard to breathe. I needed to get out of this fucking place and think.

Find a way to make her listen, and get her back in my arms.

Without another word, I turned around and began walking back to my room. The place she’d just vacated and smelled of her.

I’d almost made it to my sanctuary when I heard him.

“You never deserved her love.” Hunter sounded smug, satisfied by the current predicament I found myself in. Asshole. I hurt at the thought of what she must be feeling at the moment, because what I was going through was pure hell.

Taking in a deep breath, I looked up and prayed for patience. “Not now, Knox.”

“Is the truth too hard to swallow, Mr. Daniels?” He was taunting me, pushing me past that last thread of sanity that held me together.

How could I have been so blind? Why couldn’t I have accepted what was now so fucking clear to see? My love for her poured out of me with every breath. Every thought. Every goddamned beat of my heart.

Fear.
That word was the bane of my existence. Goddamned emotion so controlling it made me blind. I did to her what Olivia had done to me. Used her.

“She will never forgive you.” His words resonated deep within me and made my stomach knot.

What if he was right? Amanda's face as she said those parting words was filled with agony. Resolve.

He's fucking with you.
I knew this. Recognized his game and warned him to back the fuck off, yet my doubts still lingered.

“It’s not going to work,” I spat out from between clenched teeth. A red haze of hate overcame me with each deep inhale I took. Hate for what he stood for. What he once meant to her.

I was also ashamed at how I'd behaved; the realization that I was no better than he was.

Nothing helped me calm down. My breathing became harsh. With each inward pull, Amanda's scent consumed me. She was all around me; her taste still lingered on my tongue. Her essence embedded itself into every molecule that made me human. 

Made me shake with want.

Wasting time with him wasn't conducive to getting my
gatita
back. We needed to talk. I needed to feel her close...have her take away the anxiety she’d created with her departure.

“What isn't going to work?” Hunter laughed. He sounded closer now. Was he that stupid? Could he not see that rattling this lion’s cage was a terrible idea?

“Don't fuck with me.” Turning to face him, I settled my hard gaze on him. Let him see the fury and agony I could barely contain within.

“You can't touch me,” Hunter challenged. It was the wrong fucking thing to say. Before he could utter another sound, I had him by the throat against the wall nearest to an empty massage room. “Get off!”  His scream was cut off by my hand tightening around his throat. Hunter's face began to turn red, his hands clawing at mine to let go.

Pussy.

“I warned you, asshole.” The words passed through my lips on a low—almost too calm—tone. “This is the last time I'll say anything on the matter to you. She belongs to me.”

His body thrashed against the wall he was pinned to. Hunter tried, and failed, to create any room between us. His knees were blocked by mine on each attempt.

Releasing the hold I had on him, I used my forearm across his neck to keep him in place while I cocked my fist back. One solid punch to the ribs was all it took to make him still. His body went rigid as the wind was knocked out of him.

Putting pressure against his trachea, I leaned in and spoke menacingly. “Mine.”

“Camden!” someone called out from behind me. “What are you doing?” 

This was not the time for this shit.

I released the hold I had on him and turned around to face our intruder. “Hello, Mother.”

Her perfectly sculpted brow rose, and she stared me down. “Are you insane?” I opened my mouth, but she carried on before I could unleash any venom her way. “Do you have any idea what this could do to us legally? If he...” she pointed a manicured finger at him “...decides to press—”

“Enough,” I growled out. Her eyes widened, but her lips closed. “Hunter, leave.”

“This isn't over,” he vowed, and the empty threat meant shit to me.  His shoulder knocked into mine with force as he made his way around me. “I came back to claim what has always—”

“Get the fuck out.” The blood pumping through my veins seared me from the inside out. My muscles coiled, contracted, as if I were a predator preparing its lethal strike. The clenching of my fists caught his eyes, and he took a step back.

“Son, please. What’s going on?” Mom made her move to grab my arm, but I shrugged her off. I wanted no one to touch me. No one could calm the raging storm of anger and love that was erupting within me.

Amanda could.

“Out,” I demanded and took a step toward him.

Hunter saw the rage in my eyes and gulped. “I'm sorry, Mrs. Daniels,” he said in a low and contrite tone. Fucker was full of it. “Please forgive me for my part in this mess.”

“I'm sure this was all a big—” Mom began, but my fierce glare cut her off mid-sentence.

“Mom, wait for me in my office. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” She huffed and glared, but granted me my not-so-polite request.

Once she was out of hearing range, I turned to face Hunter. “Since you have such a hard time understanding commands, I thought I might dumb a few things down for you. One, I don’t want to see you anywhere near Amanda. Two, you’re fired. Pack your shit and go.”

“You can’t do this!” he yelled and made the mistake of getting in my face. Eye to eye we stood while he continued to spit out expletives. “This isn’t over, Camden. My family will bury yours.”

I didn’t say a word. None were needed as my elbow came up and landed on his nose. His body fell backwards, slouching down the wall at an awkward angle. The sound of approaching footsteps only caused me to hit him harder. There was a crunch, followed by his wail of pain; I didn’t stop until someone pulled me away. A gash opened on the last blow across the top of his nose.

Blood poured, and I smiled. He had it coming.

“Camden, please,” Mom begged as I pushed past whoever had pulled me off. “This isn’t like you.” Her cries of despair made me pause and look up at the person I’d just pushed.

Shit.

“I’m sorry, man.” Oliver waved me off and turned his attention over to his scared wife. They were both loyal employees, but most importantly my friends. Fuck. “Oliver, I—”

“We’re good, Cam,” he argued while kissing his wife’s forehead. “We were heading this way looking for you and witnessed the whole thing. This is
his
fault, not yours.”

“Mrs. Daniels,” Stacy interjected before I could apologize to her, “Camden tried to walk away…Hunter pursued him. Even as he was being fired, he got in Camden’s face and threatened—”

“What did you just say, Stacy? Hunter threatened my son?”

Stacy nodded and came to stand beside me, squeezing my hand in silent support. Oliver stood on the other side of me as Hunter made his move to stand. He wobbled, his balance off, and his face was already beginning to swell.

Turning her angry eyes toward Oliver, my mother spoke in an even tone. “Get him cleaned up and out of my establishment. He isn’t welcomed here anymore.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Oliver pulled a disoriented Hunter up by the collar of his shirt. Hunter protested, tried to push himself off the wall on his own, and failed. “Stop making this harder!”

“Fuck you.” Hunter grunted, yet listened for the first time. Once Oliver had him out of the corridor and into the nearest room to clean up, Mom turned to face our other employee.

“Stacy?”

“Yes.”

“Get his mother on the phone for me.”

Stacy left without another word. The silence was deafening in the small hallway that led to all the massage rooms. I didn’t know where to begin, and from the looks of it, she was in shock.

“Is she worth it?” Mom finally asked after a few minutes. Her stormy eyes, so much like my own, held a bit of amusement in them. That was a shocker.

“Yes.” One word expressed the answer to every question she could’ve asked.

“Then why are you still standing here?” Mom let out a small chuckle. She walked closer to me and caged my face in her delicate hands. “This woman has to be very special to have you react the way you just did. Not even Olivia—”

“They can never be measured on the same scale.” It was the truth. My ex-wife was the epitome of a narcissistic bitch. Everything was about her. “I’m in love with Amanda.”

Her smile grew. “Then go get her.”