The Alexandra Series (61 page)

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You two look like lovebirds,” Alex said, walking toward them with a tray of hors d’oeuvres in hand.

“You know you deserve one hell of a beating, my manipulating brat,” Reggie said.

“You sound so stern, but you’re laughing inside,” she chided. “Besides, I’d gladly take a good one just to see this look in your eyes.”

“And what look is that?”

“The ‘
I’m in love with the woman on my arm look
’,” she replied.

“I’ll have to watch that,” Reggie said.

“No, you won’t,” Jocelyn said, nudging him. “Not after what you just told me.”

“I haven’t said I love you,” he reminded her.

“You will,” she answered confidently.

On the night of another full moon . . .

Jocelyn dashed into her apartment. She was running late. Tearing off her clothes, she ran to the shower. If she was lucky Reggie would be late, but he was never late; and she knew she wouldn’t be that lucky this night. He’d only prompted her a half dozen times about their plans. They were very specific, some reception that he had to be at eight o’clock sharp.

As soon as Jocelyn was out of the shower, she heard the doorbell.

“Dammit!”

She answered the door with just a towel around her.

“I’m sorry I have no excuses, I’ll be ready in five minutes,” she said. Giving him a swift peck on the cheek, she was racing back to her room. She thought she saw Reggie laughing at her obvious distress.

It was fifteen minutes before she returned to the living room to find Reggie not at all annoyed.

“You’re looking surprisingly happy,” she said. “I thought you’d be stark raving mad, the way you were so adamant about time last night.”

“Actually, I find your distress enjoyable.”

“Thanks.”

He was also admiring her. The blue dress with the cut out bodice allowed him to see her cleavage almost as plain as day, and the skirt was riding dangerously high on her legs.

“You like it?” she said staring down at herself. “It was supposed to be a real surprise, but I think I’ve blown it with this crazy beginning. Really, Reg, I’m sorry, we’re going to be late, aren’t we?”

“No,” he replied.

“No? I thought this thing we’re going to starts at eight.”

“Cocktails at eight, the program at nine, we have a few minutes.”

She didn’t know whether to be relieved or mad. “You mean to tell me that I busted my butt to get ready, and we don’t even have to leave right now?”

“No. In fact, I have just enough time to redden your ass.”

“What! You’re going to spank me now!”

“Yes.”

Reggie pulled Jocelyn to the sofa with him, right over his lap, her wiggling bottom the center of his vision.

“You’ve got to be kidding! I just got dressed and you’re going to mess me up.”

His reply was all in the movement, raising her skirt, though he hardly had an inch to raise since it was already so short.

“Panties!” he said, surprised to find them.

“Please, Reg,” she tried again. “You’re doing this just because I was late, good god that’s ridiculous.”

“I’m spanking you because I want to see your bottom red, and I want you sexually aroused all night.”

His hand came down with a half dozen sharp smacks.

“And because you didn’t call me when you got home from London, little bitch, and because there’s no excuse for being late.” He sounded as if he could go on forever listing her offenses. His hand came down with an emphatic smack.

“Ooo, ouch, oooo, please.”

It was an instantaneous burn, though as he continued, his hand was so ungodly warm, and his lap so firm, and the heat undeniably stimulating. She felt his growing erection under her, which was solace for the pain. She couldn’t wait to enjoy it when he was done.

“Oh, ouch! Damn that hurts!” she cried.

His hand continued peppering her bottom, the staccato smacks expertly applied. He knew how to make her ass burn hot with arousal and pain in the same instant.

“Please Reggie stop!” She didn’t think she could stand it anymore. But just when it became too intense to bear, he began to massage her flesh between the smacks. She wanted him to start spanking her again.

When he suddenly stopped and unceremoniously pushed her off his lap, she landed on the floor. Catching her breath, she moved toward him, her eyes like a voluptuous jungle cat. She pulled up to her knees in front of him and began to rub his thighs. She was ready to make love and assumed he was, too.

“We could go on, Jocelyn darling,” he said, staring down at her. The glimmer in his eye was positively wicked. “But we do have to get to the reception.” He stood up abruptly leaving her on the floor.

“What! No sex?” She was astounded.

“No.”

“You’re miserable…”

“You’d better watch what you say,” he warned, very much in command.

“But…”

“Don’t say a word, just let yourself enjoy what you have now.” It was a deliciously classic Reggie smirk on his cool face.

It was a horrible way to begin the night, but Reggie was right, she was hot all evening long. The craving need was an ever present gnawing in her. One glance from him, one feel of his hand, the tiniest kiss to her ear, he kept seducing her until she thought she would explode. And still, he offered no relief.

Later that night, they were in the Porsche, high on a hill eyeing the full moon.

“So I suppose that spanking is part of this relationship whether I like it or not?” Jocelyn mused aloud.

“You know it is,” he replied.

“I was just checking. I was wondering if you were going to drive me mad like this on a regular basis.”

“I’m driving you mad?” he asked, as if he was as innocent as a lamb.

“You know you are, you’ve been all night. Spanking me and leaving me the way you did. And then fondling me every chance you got…positively wicked!”

“Get used to it. Torturing you is one of my favorite pastimes. You may not be submissive, Jocelyn, but you will submit to some things. I am dominant, and that’s not going to change.”

“I don’t want you to,” Jocelyn said.

The exuberant expression on her face was easy to watch.

“That’s good.”

“But how do I know if this thing between us is going to last?” she asked. “Good god, we don’t even know what to call it. What if you suddenly change your mind and leave me hanging?”

“And what if you change your mind?” he countered.

“I’m serious, Reg. We could be at this impasse forever, couldn’t we? And then all of sudden one of us gets a little too much and it’s over.” She was sounding hopelessly sad.

“There is one solution,” Reggie said.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“You can marry me.”

She pulled back from him in shock. “You’re asking me?” She couldn’t have been more astounded.

“Yes, Jocelyn, I’m asking you. I’m not ordering you. I’m not commanding you. Just a simple question.”

“You haven’t even told me you love me.” She looked at him earnestly, waiting. It was as much a command as he’d ever obey.

“I tell you all the time by how you’ve made me change. But for the record, my darling Jocelyn, I do love you.” He was almost smiling, but not quite. He was sincere.

“Good god. You’re smothering me with surprises.”

“Too many?” he asked.

“No, not too many. It’s what I want. But never in a million years…

“Never in a million years did I think I’d be saying this to any woman. It must be the full moon,” he said, gazing toward the sky, and the bright yellow orb floating in the otherwise dark night. Clouds were tiptoeing in front of it, so it disappeared from sight, and then reappeared again as bright as ever, like the moon was playing a celestial game of cat and mouse with the night.

“When’s this going to happen? Getting married?” she asked, still trying to decide if he really meant what he said.

“That’s up to the bride,” Reggie replied. “I’d fly to Las Vegas right now if you wanted.” He wasn’t joking.

“Bride. My god, listen to that word. That makes you a groom. You really want to marry me?”

“You’re the first woman I can honestly say I loved. And I have no desire to have you walk out on me. I don’t even want to worry about it. You may not need me, Jocelyn Killian, but I do need you.”

“Oh, my god. I do need you, Reg, exactly like you are right now.”

He smiled, actually smiled. “I had the feeling you did,” he answered her with just a trace of haughtiness returning to his voice.

She didn’t mind. In fact, it made her shiver, made her think of sex, of being tied, and bound, and screwed. It made her think of hot fucks and slow moving lovemaking, and letting the man take her into his world and out again for all the wild things, and even the peaceful bliss that comes when the wildness is over.

“So where do you want to get married?” he asked.

“Humm, let me think. How about in Tahoe?” she said. “The next full moon, perhaps. Maybe it’s a good luck charm.” The smile, the green eyes, the curious twinkle took him back to the night at the Lodge.

He chuckled darkly and started the Porsche, zooming off high speed in the direction of that clear unclouded moon.

Jocelyn & Alexandra

Chapter One

Too humid a night to sleep, Alex climbed out of bed while Will remained sleeping—he could sleep through a hurricane. There must have been a storm about to burst from the heavens the way the wind whipped the hanging plants on the patio. Walking into the midst of that murky darkness, Alex let the brisk gusts of air rip though her long blonde hair, tossing it about her face. Her silk chemise billowed, the breeze lifting it above her thighs. The atmosphere, so prickly from the impending glut of thunder and rain, produced a present rawness between her legs, as if she was on the verge of something, an anxious brew of sexual heat and chaos building rapidly.

Was it just the night, or was it something spookier, like a premonition? Were her stirrings just the foolish meandering of thoughts and pent-up need taking her on the dreaded but familiar paths of sex?

She could think for just a second and see the blinking pink flamingo and the naughty fantasies that drove her to Will and Reggie, and now to what? How easily she created sexual theatrics. As much as her mind and better judgment knew that it was dangerous to be creating anything raunchy now, she was diving deep into all the darkest places where the wild things reigned.

In the distance there was lightning, and the rumbling thunder, and then voices—ones that played in her head, and then another, one reaching into her psyche almost unnoticed until she suddenly sensed another presence on the patio.

“Raise your arms,” it whispered to her.

She complied with her slender arms rising above her head, and either by the wind itself or some unseen hands, the chemise vanished and she presented her naked self to the tempest of a night.

“Your arms behind you,” the voice continued. As she obeyed its command, her hands were clutched by strong masculine ones and bound together with something soft, though softness didn’t alter the fact that she was imprisoned.

The agitation between her thighs changed to warmth, the sensations thus channeled rose up in her, sending lightning strikes into her interior, as sharp and brief and savage as the spears of light that played across the threatening sky. She winced with pain, feeling a sharp sting on her bottom, another and another and then a fierce burn crescendoed. Thrust to the chaise lounge a step away, her shoulders were pressed to the cushioned surface, her ass forced high, her arms still awkwardly useless behind her.

Her attacker had only one desire, access to her ass. Something slick and wet entered her first, before the invading prick filled her full. A wicked oblivious ride commenced even as the storm came closer still, the lightning like some evil master’s charm, the thunder rumbling from hell. Ridden like the devil’s bride into the very blackest place in her soul, Alexandra submitted to the still unseen hands of a masterful servant of her most dreadful desire.

The stinging on her ass continued, the accompaniment to the thrusting force. The burn of it filled her everywhere, adding passion, adding to the tremors that wracked her body. The ruthless taking was not over before she was crying out loudly for some end, though she had no way of knowing if her pleas were intelligible at all. When the raucous wails ceased she was simply crying tears, a heady climax bursting from her as her attacker blessed her with a few delicate strokes to the feminine places where she held her greatest longing.

Pushed down on the lounge when the intruding prick withdrew, she panted noiselessly, a few small whimpers escaping, while the aftereffects of release dwindled away. The storm was almost on her by the nearness of the thunder and the lightning bolts; it was time to escape this place before the rain drenched her.

“Will you sleep now?” the gentle voice asked.

“I hope,” she replied as gently, coming around to her senses again.