Текст книги "Fiend"

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Chapter 3

Alix

After Master gave me back my necklace, he redressed before leaving me on the bed with a soft kiss to my forehead. I was worn out. Never before had I been so thoroughly fucked or so incredibly relaxed. There was a peacefulness surrounding me that made me never want to move.

Eventually I managed to make myself get out of the bed and go home. I didn’t want to, but it wasn’t as much fun to be in our playroom when Master wasn’t there. Not to mention it had to be the middle of the night or extremely early morning hours. At least I didn’t have to work tomorrow so I could spend all day at home in my bed.

Except by the time I pulled into my driveway, I realized I had multiple texts that I would have to answer before crashing. Most of them were from Jennifer, who apparently had a lot to say. The last one was from Master. I responded to his first. He’d simply asked me to let him know when I got home.

I am now home. Thank you for my necklace back. I missed it. I can’t wait for our date.

Falling back onto the couch, I opened the string of messages from Jennifer. She was rambling on and on about her night and how crazy it was and how she’d happened to run into this guy she’d hooked up with in the past. After many long messages, I made it to the most recent one.

I’m glad you found the man who knocked your socks off again. Long night here. Just getting to bed. Talk to you later.

Yawning, I tried to find the energy to make it to my bedroom. Instead, I leaned over and kicked my feet up on the couch so I was lying down. As my eyes drifted closed, my phone alerted me to an incoming text. It was from Master.

I look forward to it as well. Does tonight work for you?

I don’t have to work so it would be perfect.

Send me your address and I’ll be there at six to pick you up.

I quickly entered my address and sent it to him before tucking the phone under one arm as I drifted off to sleep. I meant to listen for a return message, but my body had other ideas and I was out cold in seconds.

When I awoke it was definitely past noon from the way the sun shone through the curtains. A glance at the clock let me know I still had hours before John was due to show. Knowing I had a date with nothing except work clothes in my closet, I hurriedly put on clean jeans with a t-shirt and drove to a nearby strip mall, where there were a few boutiques.

It took much longer than I wanted, but I finally found a dress that I felt comfortable yet sexy in. Long, lace sleeves made me feel covered even though there was a low dip in the back of the dress.

After rushing home, I showered before blowing my hair completely straight. Slipping the dress on, I admired it in the mirror for a moment, noting that the mid-thigh length was just sexy enough for me. I knew I didn’t have much time left so I hastily put on darker than normal smoky eyeshadow with eyeliner. A dash of mascara and lip gloss finished my look. As I stepped into a pair of four-inch black heels, the door bell rang.

I practically ran to the door, then forced myself to take a deep breath and run a hand through my hair before opening it. There he was.

John was dressed in a perfectly-tailored suit that showed off his lean, muscular body. It was almost sinful simply to look at him, he looked that good. As soon as he saw me, a smile spread over his face and he stepped forward.

“Alix,” he said in that husky, delicious voice with a slight British accent.

“John,” I fought the urge to look down as my nerves skyrocketed. I had tried not to think about it all day, but I was finally getting the one thing I’d wanted for so long.

“Can I come in?” he asked, yet took another step closer, knowing I wouldn’t refuse him.

“Absolutely.” I opened the door wider to accommodate his larger frame. Once he was through, I closed it and leaned back, taking deep breaths.

Turning, he faced me and lifted a hand. I thought he was going to touch my face like he did quite often, but instead his fingers lifted the pearl necklace. “They look beautiful on you.”

“Thank you.” I ducked my head, unable to meet his eyes after such a compliment.

“Are you ready for tonight?” Before I could even answer, he framed my body with his arms and lowered his head until his lips were just above mine. “I have an exciting evening planned, Precious.”

“I would ask where we’re going, but I have a feeling you won’t tell me.” I smirked.

“And you would be correct about that. However, part of the fun starts here.” Dropping his hands to my shoulders, he slowly trailed them up my neck to cup my face and plant a solid, chaste kiss against my lips. “Turn around, Precious.”

Taking one last look into his blue eyes, I turned to face the door.

A large, warm hand traced the opening on the back of my dress as an appreciative hum came from him.

When a cool, heavy material wrapped around my upper arm, I looked down. It was a leather band. What it was for, I didn’t know, but I knew I’d be finding out shortly. A similar band was wrapped around my other arm and something wrapped across the center of my back. I didn’t understand until I tried to move my arms forward and found I couldn’t.

My upper arms were strapped to my torso. It wasn’t tight or painful, just... restrictive. Panic welled inside me, but I pushed it back knowing John wasn’t going to hurt me. He only ever introduced me to new levels of arousal and passion.

“Does that feel okay? Not too tight?” John asked as if reading my thoughts.

“Yes, sir. It’s fine. Although I will say I’m not sure how I’m going to eat or do other things,” I said, concerned.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

Like I had any doubt. I nearly snorted, but that wouldn’t go over well so I forced a smile instead.

John opened the coat closet next to the door and rifled through it before shutting it. “That’s all the coats you have? You need to go shopping. I think that’ll be one of the things we shall do together.”

My cheeks flared pink. I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t go out and party or even socialize with people outside of work, so I didn’t have much that didn’t fall into the “boring work clothes” category.

“Come. I have something that’ll work in the car,” John said, opening the front door for me.

I turned to grab my purse and phone, but he stepped in my way.

“You won’t be needing anything like that tonight. Except your house key.” He grabbed my key ring off the counter before placing a hand on my lower back and gently, yet forcefully, showing me out of the house. Locking the door behind us, he rushed to open the passenger door for me before running around and sliding into the driver’s seat. I’d never seen a car with doors that open upward and it made me feel like I was climbing into the Delorean in Back to The Future. Well, a super nice and fancy one, anyway.

As he drove away from my house, he glanced at me and smiled broadly. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“Yes, thank you.” I didn’t know how else to address the compliment. I felt like a clumsy, ball of nerves, not beautiful.

The drive passed quickly and quietly. It was possible we were both dealing with nerves or maybe it was that we didn’t need meaningless conversation to fill every moment spent together. When we pulled into a parking lot, John parked the car before reaching into the backseat to retrieve a black scarf.

“This will work perfectly,” he said before climbing out of the car. Moving briskly, he went around the car to open the door for me. I was thankful since I didn’t think I could’ve managed with the restriction of my arms. John scooped me out of my seat before letting me slide down his body to my feet. As I reeled from the feeling of his body, he wrapped the scarf around my back and shoulders.

I could feel the fabric brush against the opening on my back, telling me that with the way it was wrapped around my shoulders and upper arms it effectively concealed the contraption John had locked me into.

“There we go.” John walked a slow circle around me as his eyes took me in from head to toe from every angle. “You look perfect.”

With that, he wrapped his arm around my waist and led me toward the restaurant. It wasn't somewhere I'd been before, but from the number of cars in the parking lot I'd say it had to be pretty darn good. John opened the door, letting me walk in before him. His hand only left my back momentarily before it returned. It was like he didn't want to let me get too far from him, which was reassuring since I was limited in what I could and couldn't do. At the hostess stand, John let them know he had a reservation.

"Would you like to check your wrap, miss?" the hostess asked once she found what she needed in the book before her.

"No, she’s fine," John answered before I could even open my mouth. Obviously he'd anticipated the question.

"Very well." The hostess gave me a look that clearly stated what she thought about a man answering for his date. I didn't care. I found it kind of attractive that he took the time to consider what would be asked of me. Grabbing a few menus from behind her, the hostess stepped from her stand. "Right this way."

Pressure from John's hand told me he wanted me to walk in front of him, so I did.

"Here we are." The hostess waited for us to take our seats.

John pulled out a chair for me, which I happily sat in. After he took a seat across from me, the hostess laid menus in front of each of us and recited the specials, none of which I paid any attention to. I was more enthralled by the man across the table from me. I'd expected him to request a booth so he could sit next to me and torture me with some sexual game, but he didn't and that only drove me to wonder what he had planned. Nothing with him was left to chance, nothing was a surprise to him. If it was, he played it off as if he'd planned for it.

"I'll be ordering for us both, so no need to figure out how you’re going to read the menu." John captured the one in front of me and placed it with his own once the hostess left.

"Come here often?"  I asked when he didn't even open his own menu.

"Yes, I suppose you could say that." John shrugged as a waiter appeared with a bottle of wine. After John gave his approval, he poured a single glass before disappearing again.

I could sure use a glass, or five, of wine, but I wasn't going to tell that to John. I didn't want him to know just how nervous I was. To my surprise, John lifted the glass to my lips and tilted it so I could sip from it.

"You wouldn't be able to do it yourself and I'm not drinking tonight," John explained before giving me another sip.

"Should I not be drinking either, sir?" I asked. The fact that he wasn't drinking reinforced my idea that he had other plans for me after the restaurant.

"A glass or two will help relax you. I can tell that you’re on edge, and getting you to relax a bit would be a good thing. Although I can tell you, there is absolutely nothing to be worried about. I'm the same person you know and have spent quite a bit of time with." John reached across the table to brush his thumb against my lips. "I want to see you at ease with me the way you once were."

"It's that obvious?" I cringed.

“No, Precious. Most people probably wouldn’t even notice, but I know you. I have been with you when you are completely relaxed. That is the woman I want. The woman not afraid to show me everything about herself, all the good, all the bad. I want it all. While you are beautiful now, you are breathtaking when you let all those walls come down and I get to see the real woman inside you – the one no one else gets to see.”

John’s words made me suck in a breath. I didn’t know what to say. The pure honesty in his voice, the conviction that he knew exactly what he was talking about without hesitation, without stuttering, made me want to be that person. It made me want to be able to drop my walls, to show him the woman I was all the time. While he’d seen and learned a lot of my secrets, he hadn’t managed to learn them all and I wanted to keep it that way. Some things are best left in the deep, dark recesses of one’s brain so no one else can be scared by them.

As much as I was attracted to John, I was unable to let go completely and I didn’t think I ever would be able to.

Chapter 4

John

I knew she was holding out on me. There was something she didn’t want to tell me, but I wasn’t going to let her keep any secrets. Well, I would for a bit. Eventually, though, she would share them. It was the only way she was ever going to be able to heal from her addiction and whatever had triggered her to have it. Not everyone had a reason, but from what little she’d told me about it I knew there was something in her past. Most people were trying to run from old demons. I knew I was. I had my own closet full of them that haunted me. One day I would have to share them with her, but until she was ready to share hers, my own would be kept locked away.

We would come to that level of trust and security eventually. What I really wanted was to get to know every quirk and curve of her body and personality. The woman under the meek and mild exterior she showed to the world. I’d seen the expressive, sensual woman in our time together with the blindfold, I just had to figure out how to get that same side to show without it.

Looking across the table at Alix was almost surreal. Me. On a date. With Alix. Who would’ve thought? I hadn’t dated much since Mariah and I split. Then much of my time was spent working or checking on Alix.

When the waiter returned I placed our order and he left us alone again. I was a regular. I didn’t order the same thing every time, though I’d sampled just about everything on the menu.

Carefully, I lifted the wine glass again for Alix, who sipped from it. I set the glass back on the table between us and really let my eyes take in her face. “Feeling calmer now, beautiful?” I asked. A few sips of wine and some time seemed all she needed to regain her composure.

“Yes, sir. Much better,” Alix said as she flashed me a smile. I could tell she was still a bit uncomfortable, but it was likely from the inability to use her arms freely. Then again, that was part of the experience, the unknown.

“Can I tell you my cock is so hard from knowing you are bound right here in the middle of this fancy restaurant, and we are the only people who know? It turns me on like you wouldn’t believe to know you are willing to hand over so much control and trust me so much in a public setting.” I leaned forward to trace her hair line with my fingertips. “I love knowing you are so dependent upon me to help you.”

“Only for you, John.” Alix nearly whispered the words, but I felt them soul-deep. I was coming to love the way she found sir, John and Master interchangeable when we were out and about, but when we were playing it was always Master or sir.

“That only makes me cherish it that much more, Precious.” Before I could continue, the waiter appeared with our plates of steaming food. After setting them down and refilling the glass of wine, he disappeared again. I grabbed my fork and smirked at Alix. “You see, this would be so much more fun if I pulled out the blindfold I have in my pocket. I won’t, though. I like seeing your eyes, since they were hidden from me for so long.”

“You have a blindfold with you right now?” Alix lifted an eyebrow in question as her eyes widened.

“I do. It’s more of a length of thick black satin than an actual blindfold, but yes, I have one. Would you like me to put it on you?” I wondered if she would go that far in public. It wouldn’t bother me to put it on her or sit at the table while people looked. I was more afraid she would clam up than anything. People judged no matter what so I might as well enjoy my life – besides, I’d probably never see them again anyway.

“Uh, no… No.” She cleared her throat and shook her head emphatically.

“Damn,” I said, biting down on my bottom lip to hide my smile. “Maybe next time.”

Cutting into the ravioli on my plate, I lifted a small bite to my mouth to blow on it before reaching across the small table. “Try this. It’s my favorite.”

As she opened her mouth, she locked eyes with me. She kept them on me as she chewed slowly before swallowing. “Delicious.”

“Want more?” I picked up another bite off the plate for her in anticipation.

“Don’t you want some?” she asked, dropping her eyes to my lips before they jumped back to mine.

“I’d rather watch you eat it.” It was true. I did. Everything she did was sensual and made me want to take her to bed or tie her down and turn her pretty skin turn pink. While we’d only had sex twice, many other acts we had explored were equally amazing.

“Maybe I’d like to watch you enjoy your food as well, Master.” Alix’s tongue darted out to wet her lips as she wiggled a bit in her chair.

Leaning forward, I rested my elbows on the table and lowered my voice. “Are you turned on, Precious?”

“Yes, sir.” Her answer was immediate even as she leaned in to me.

“Mmm. Too bad there is nowhere I could usher you away to help you. I guess you’ll have to tough it out,” I said. Her low-pitched moan made me smile. I had a small vibrator in my pocket that I planned to slip in her at some point, but it was too early in the night. Plus, I really didn’t know of somewhere I could sneak in a private moment. The tables weren’t draped with tablecloths for me to use as cover, sadly, so it would have to wait. Sitting back in my seat, I picked up the fork once again. “I guess we’d better finish the meal so we can get going, yes?”

“Yes, sir. Please,” Alix whimpered, shifting in her seat again.

I made quick work of the ravioli on my plate, alternating between taking bites myself and feeding Alix. Between bites, I helped her drink the glass of wine as well. Alix was no longer chewing with slow, careful bites, but rapidly, eager to leave. I wasn't going to object and neither was my dick. The damn thing got hard from practically every little thing she did. Add in the restraint barely hiding under the scarf wrapped around her and I wasn't likely to be getting soft anytime soon.

Once we finished the meal, the waiter appeared to take away the mostly-empty plates. "Can I offer you dessert or after-dinner coffee, perhaps?" he asked.

"No," Alix said immediately.

"Yes."  I smiled at the hairy-eyed stare Alix flung my way. Hell, I could wait a few more minutes if it ratcheted her up even more. Always so eager to get to the fun part. I would need to teach her some patience. I kept my eyes on her as the waiter proceeded to list the desserts available. It didn't really matter what it was, it was more about the delay.

"The first one," I said not remembering what it was. Once the waiter left, I scratched my cheek and looked around the room before looking back at Alix. "Are you in a rush, Precious?"

"Are you not, sir?" Alix smirked. She had such a spunky personality when she got upset. It was quite attractive as long as she didn't push too far.

"Oh, I'm plenty ready to take you back to our room to show you what else I have planned for the night, but I also like to savor the moment. We will get there eventually and it'll be better for the wait," I explained.

"I'll have to take your word for it, sir. I can't say I enjoy waiting," Alix said.

"I can teach you. In fact, I have taught you already. You've learned to be patient when it comes to release. Have you not?" I leaned back in my seat when the waiter reappeared. I hadn't even realized I was leaning into her, wanting to get closer, until I had to make room for the dessert plate. The waiter scurried away when I handed him a stack of cash for the bill.

"I have." Alix dropped her eyes for a moment before lifting them again. "Thanks to you, sir."

"Exactly. You are capable of much more than you give yourself credit for." I lifted a clean fork and cut into the small slice of cheesecake on the center of the chilled plate. "Have a bite, Precious."

Alix wrapped her lips tightly around the fork tines, making sure to clean as much from it as she could when I pulled the fork from her mouth. "Rich and creamy. Just how I like it." She gave me hooded eyes and a soft smile that let me know she meant the double entendre.

"Mmm. I'll be able to help you out with that a bit later as well," I said, scooping another bite onto the fork for her. After she chewed it, I held up another bite, but she shook her head.

"I'm very full, sir."

"Very well." I ate the bite before returning the fork to the table and standing. "Let's be on our way, then."

I helped Alix get out of the booth, making sure the scarf stayed over her harness. Placing my hand on her lower back, I showed her out of the restaurant and back to my car. As we neared it, I pulled the scarf off her, causing her to gasp.

"What are you..." She trailed off as she turned to face me.

Stepping close to her, I pressed her back against the car and wrapped the scarf around her eyes, securing it behind her head.

"The fun has only begun, Precious," I whispered into her ear. My hand slid into my pocket to retrieve the small vibrator. Dropping my lips to her, I lifted one of her legs which made her dress ride higher, exposing her thigh-highs and the clasps of her garter belt. The hand with the vibrator slipped between her legs. Finding her damp silk panties, I broke the kiss to pant into her ear. "I could fuck you right here. In the parking lot of my favorite restaurant, likely to get caught. You are so damn sexy, Alix."

As she opened her lips to reply, I pushed the tip of the vibrator into her, causing her to clamp her lips closed. Her knees buckled, but I held her firmly against the car with my body. As I pushed the vibrator deeper, she moaned softly as her nails dug into my abdomen.

"Something for later," I said with a soft kiss to her lips before slowly lowering her leg back down. The remote in my pocket would allow me to play at will. It had two parts – the tip rotated to stimulate her g-spot while the base vibrated to tease her pussy and clit. “Get in the car.”

I held onto her arm to make sure she could get in without falling. It’s surprising how much hands were used without realizing it. Alix was figuring it out though. Once she was seated, I closed the overhead door and took long strides to circle the car quickly. As I sat in the car, I jostled the remote in my pocket and from the jump Alix gave, it started up the vibrator as planned. Reaching over, I pulled the seatbelt across her lap and gave her a brief kiss on the lips.

“How you doing, Precious? Still okay with the arms?” I asked just to be sure.

“Good, sir. It’s an interesting experience.” She wiggled her fingers as if showing me they were still there. “It’s strange and exciting at the same time.”

“It’s only the beginning,” I said, smirking as I navigated the car out of the parking lot and towards Scene.

“I figured as much, sir. You know, with the new, uh, addition,” she stuttered and wiggled in the seat a bit. The blindfold didn’t seem to bother her at all, though.

“It’s best if you don’t try to figure out what is planned. I doubt you’ll be able to guess anyway.” I glanced briefly at her, but kept my eyes on the road. “Although, I suppose the anticipation is good. Keep that pussy ready for me, because I plan to keep it busy. And not only with my cock, as I’m sure you can tell.”

As much as I wished it could be my dick in her all night, I was human and it didn’t work that way. Luckily, her pussy was much more resilient than my dick was so I could make her come many more times than I did. Pulling up in front of Scene, I parked farther out in the lot than I normally did, giving us a bit of privacy, but still within range of the security cameras in case something were to happen.

I swiftly made my way around the car to help Alix out. As soon as her feet hit the ground, I spun her so her chest was pressed to the cold metal behind the door. Shutting the door next to her, I slid my hand between her hips and the car. Little by little, my fingers caressed the soft skin of her thigh from just above her stockings up until I reached her panties.

“We are going to do something very different tonight.” I shoved aside the elastic band so I could slide my fingers across her bare pussy lips, teasing her swollen clit.

“Seems the same to me, sir.” Alix gave a smart-ass remark without hesitation.

“Seems my Precious is getting too bold for her own good,” I said harshly. Pinching her clit tightly between my fingers, I wrapped my arm around her ribs as her knees weakened. “That mouth of yours is getting a little snarky for my tastes.”

“Y… yes, sir,” Alix gasped even as her hips rocked against my hand.

The bite of my fingers didn’t turn her off. It only pushed her closer to an orgasm. Releasing her clit, I moved my fingers to massage the tiny bud instead of hurting it. “I’ll give you two choices. You will get to pick how things will go. The thing is, once you pick, there is no changing your mind. There is no going back. Got it?”

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned as she pushed her back against my chest. My cock pressed against her ass and she leaned her head against me.

Kissing her neck while my finger still circled her clit, my voice was rough when I asked, “Excess or Absence?”

“What? That doesn’t make sense.” Alix lifted her head as confusion set in.

“Pick. One or the other.”

“I don’t know. Oh…” She whimpered as I increased the pressure on her clit.

“Now,” I snarled angrily. My own control was slipping and I needed her to make the choice before I took it from her.

“Absence,” she blurted then cried out when I stepped back from her, removing my hands from her body as I did it. “Wait. No. I meant excess. I don’t know what they mean, but don’t stop!” she pleaded as she turned to look at me.

“Let’s go inside and I’ll show you.” I once again placed my hand on her lower back and urged her toward the club.