Текст книги "Addict"

Автор книги: Rachael Orman

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Chapter 23

 

Alix

I couldn't say what made me show up at the club. What made me let him touch me the way he did. Even when we’d been in my office, I had been unable to find it within myself to tell him no. He had seen right through the front I tried to put on.

I had purposefully touched myself, gotten myself off, while he was looking at me. It wasn't hard. I mean, a man with an incredibly sexy body covered in a finely-tailored suit was masturbation material all by itself. Add in everything I knew he could do with his mouth, hands, fingers, and tongue and I was a goner within seconds. It had only taken him a moment to understand what was going on and come after me. If I hadn't just come from playing with my clit, I could have easily come from the dominance he asserted over me in my office. He barely had to touch me to have me trembling in my heels, my pussy weeping for relief that only he seemed to be able to provide. Sure, I could get myself off, but it was nothing like when he was the one in control of it.

I hadn’t been prepared to see him when I was at work. He wasn’t supposed to be there. As soon as my eyes had landed on him, I knew it didn’t matter. It simply wasn’t important that I had dreamt about him, that I had touched myself many times while thinking of him. All of it had been in my head; he didn’t know any of that. What did matter was that he had known all along where I worked and never once did anything to embarrass me, didn’t use the kinky games we played to get me into trouble or fired. I’d even revealed my addiction to him and again, he’d handled it in stride. The only reason I really had to run from him, to never see him again, was embarrassment.

I could deal with a little embarrassment if it meant that I could have more of him. John. He wanted me. He’d even said he needed me. Well, I needed him more.

When he instructed me to meet him at the club, I wanted to deny him. I wanted to deny his control, his dominance over me, but I couldn’t. It was what I needed from him. It was what made us work. He knew what I needed even before I did.

Once at the club, I longed to have him take back the control I had inadvertently taken from him. I didn’t want it —never really had. I wanted everything he’d taught me, shown me, let me experience while in his care. Having battled my addiction in the past, it had never been as easy as it had been while following John’s rules – Master’s rules.

Stepping into the play room while still fully dressed had been a blatantly defiant move. I’d hoped it would make him yank off that carefully constructed cover and show me the man beneath. The man I had seen in my office. Strong, in control, but desperate, needy and unafraid to make it known how much he wanted me.

When he entered the room only moments after I did, I knew he had been waiting for me.

Locking eyes with him as he took slow, leisurely steps toward me had my thighs clenching. I’d never seen a man who could wear a suit the way he did. Even though I may have seen it many times, it was different seeing him walk towards me with that look on his face. It took everything I had to not jump up and run to him; instead I waited for him to instruct me. Seconds or minutes passed as our eyes burned into each others. The first time we saw each other in such an intimate setting – a place where we were alone.

A few short words were all it took to have me stripping myself and then him. There was nothing I wanted more in the world than to have my hands on his skin, his scent enveloping me. When I was finally able to touch the bulging cock that had been simply begging for my attention, my knees grew weak. It would’ve been so easy to drop to my knees and beg to take him in my mouth, but he stopped me, saying that tonight wasn’t about him.

It was about me.

Yeah, well, we would see about that. Submissive, yes. Stupid, no. I would let him do whatever he wanted as long as I got my hands on that hot, pulsing flesh hiding behind his zipper. Too much anticipation, too much desire burned through me to not get my hands on it.

After everything we’d been through – secrets, blindfold, addiction – and more – we were finally to a place where it was just him and me. I refused to let this chance pass me by.

We might both have our own, unique, pretty fucking crazy quirks, but we were everything no one else would ever be...

To Be Continued…

Fiend (Cravings #2) Coming Early 2015

Also Available by Rachael Orman

Cravings Series

Lost Desires (Cravings 0.5 – John’s Patients #1)

Addict (Cravings #1 – John & Alix Part 1)

Fiend (Cravings #2 – John & Alix Part 2) – Coming Early 2015

The Her Series

Her Ride (Ryan & Elli’s Story)

Her Journey (Melia & Patrick’s Story)

The Yearning Series

Yearning Devotion (Gwen, McKayla & Cole – Part 1)

Yearning Absolution (Gwen, McKayla & Cole – Part 2)

Other Works:

Loneliness Ebbs Deep – Short Story (Co-written with Adrian J. Smith)