Beautifully Twisted (5 page)

“Hey, baby girl. Did you get my gifts?” Scott’s sexy, deep voice purrs through the phone line. The sound of it always unnerves her.

“If that’s what you call handcuffs, then yes, I did.”

“I sent lilies too. I’m romantic.” He laughs.

“Indeed. Pouring it on a bit thick, aren’t you?”

“I have to, Alexa. I can feel your resistance. I gotta do what I gotta do.”

“Handcuffs?”

“If that’s what it takes. See you soon. Oh, and leave the panties.”

“I’ll do what I like.”

“We’ll see.”

She hangs up and walks into her bathroom to start the shower. Wrapping her hair up, she stares at her reflection.
Are you ready for another round with SP? Can you handle this again?

The answer didn’t even matter. She was going.

Now she just needed to decide what to wear. Elegant? Demure? Sex kitten? Sex slave? Who was she kidding? She knows her clothes will be off inside of twenty minutes anyway.

She opts for a dress she knows he likes. It’s red and strapless, completely inappropriate for the blistery weather outside but she doesn’t care.

She pulls her sexiest strapless bra and panties out of the drawer. Jet black lace against her peachy skin. She trusses up her breasts in the bra and gazes at her reflection as she slides her feet in her favorite pair of black stilettos and slips on the dress. She adds another layer of makeup, making her eyes dark and smoky. Letting her hair fall in waves over her shoulders, she smiles, pleased with her appearance.

Oh yes, this look will do nicely.

She puts a delicate gold chain around her neck; a diamond studded “A” lying in the curve of her collarbone, and finishes by spraying his favorite scent,
The One
, across her skin. Right now, she isn’t sure which one of them is doing the seducing tonight.

She looks out her window to make sure her car is still waiting as her phone rings again.

“What do you want, Scotty? I’ll be there soon enough.”

“I want you to know that I can’t wait to see you again. I mean it, Alexa.”

“Okay, I’ll be there. I’m leaving now.” What is this show of sincerity from him? Highly unusual.

James opens the door for her and Oswald greets her at the car. “You look very nice tonight, Miss Drake,” Oswald says.

Alexa looks up briefly and offers the hint of a smile. “Thank you, Oswald.” She focuses on her driver for just a moment. He was always nice to her but she rarely returned the kindness. Watching his tall, skinny build climb back in the driver’s seat, she studies the pleasant looking man as he runs his fingers through his mass of blond, curly hair.

“Hyde Park, then,” Oswald asks.

“Yes. The Grande Royale, please.”

“Do you have a date?” Oswald asks.

Alexa feels her cheeks blushing and is thankful Oswald can’t see her in the dark. “Something like that,” she answers vaguely.

Oswald glances at her in the rear view mirror but decides not to pry. He’s sure of one thing though–Alexa Drake is seeing a man tonight.

As they drive closer to the hotel, Alexa’s nerves start to get the best of her. She doesn’t like how the tables were turned around because of Scott. She adores being in control now, and here she is, about to give it all up.

Alexa looks out the window as the car approaches the hotel where Scott is staying. Taking a deep breath, she waits for Oswald to open the door. As she steps out, she notices Scott waiting in the lobby entrance for her. Very sweet and completely out of character.

“Should I wait for you, Miss Drake,” Oswald asks.

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll call you,” she says. Walking slowly to the hotel entrance, she tries to contain her excitement as Scott opens the door for her.

“You made it,” he says, kissing her on the cheek.

“Did you think I wouldn’t?”

“You could have chosen to back out.”

Yes, I could have. Should have?

He leads her through the lush lobby to the elevator. “I’m on the top floor. It’s beautiful up there.”

Alexa nods her head, silently trying to compose her thoughts. They ride quietly to his floor, his hand wrapped around hers. These displays of tenderness from him are throwing her off. She only knows how to deal with dominant Scott.

He walks down a hall and opens the door to his room. “Here we are,” he says. Alexa pauses in the doorway, taking it all in. He’s lit the gas fireplace and has his favorite music playing in the background. He always called it “music to fuck to.” The trap is set.

“I took the liberty of ordering dinner for us. It should be here in a few minutes. Are you hungry?” he asks.

Instead of being touched, Alexa is defensive. “What the hell is all of this, Scotty? What’s with the big romantic scene?”

“Can’t a guy show a girl that he cares?”

“Do you?”

“Of course, baby girl. You know that.” He moves closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Take off your coat, stay with me.”

“Okay,” she says but her tone is suspicious. She lets him help her out of her coat.

“You’re wearing my favorite dress.” He rubs his hands over her bare shoulders. “Did you wear this for me?”

“I wore it because I like it.”

He grins. “Why are you so defensive, Alexa?”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. Don’t you want to be here with me? Don’t you want my hands and mouth all over you?” He takes her hand and rubs it against the erection pressing against his jeans. “Don’t you miss my cock inside of you?”

“Stop it, Scotty,” she says and pulls her hand away.

“Is that what you want? You want me to stop?” He leans in and kisses her neck, dragging his tongue up her cheek in the process. “You have the prettiest fucking skin.”

“I thought we were going to talk?” Alexa tries to stop this from going where it’s going.

“We are talking.” He caresses her breasts through the material of her dress, sucking her ear lobe between his lips.

“Please, Scotty…”

“Please, what?”

“Please, stop.”

He stops kissing her and stares straight into her eyes. “Tell me you’re back and you’re mine.”

Don’t do it, Alexa. Don’t!

Alexa looks deep into the black eyes gazing back at her. They seem different somehow, something’s changed, but she can’t quite put her finger on it.

“I wasn’t the one that left, Scotty. You should tell me you’re back.”

“I never left. I’ve always been with you. I can see it in your eyes. You still want me as much as you always did. I still want you. Can’t you tell?”

She shakes her head. “This is all very confusing.”
I can’t believe I’m standing in front of Scotty again, after how he treated me last time. I can’t believe how sweet he is being. What the hell is this?

“It’s not. I came here for you. To see you. Just let me do what I do. Let me treat you the way I know you need it.”

“I’m not like that anymore.”

“Yes you are. Remember, your office today. You let me touch you like that because you need me to touch you like that. No one else knows how. No one else can do to you what I do.”

“I know,” she whispers. She’s certainly tried to find someone who could. “I don’t want to be submissive anymore.”

“Are you sure about that?” His hands slide up her back, stopping behind her neck, gripping it tightly. He pulls her head back slightly and sucks her bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling softly.

“I’m sure,” Alexa murmurs, but her body is betraying her words. She knows it’s a matter of minutes before she completely gives in.

“Did you leave your panties at home like a good girl?”

“No.”

“Oh, so you defied me intentionally. You know how that makes me feel. You must be punished.”

Alexa sucks in her breath. She knows full well that she wants him to punish her.

“Kiss me, Alexa.”

“No.”

He tightens the grip around her neck, pulling her mouth towards his. “Kiss me.” She pushes away from him, trying to prolong her descent into his world a little longer. “Stop fighting me, Lexi. You know you want to kiss me. Just once.”

A knock at the door comes as a pleasant diversion. Room service thankfully arrives in the nick of time; enough time to give Alexa a chance to pull herself back together again. She rushes away from Scott and across the living room.

He grins and answers the door. They watch quietly as the server sets up the meal on the small wood dining table. Alexa stands far away from Scott, her body language closed off, even though she can feel the moisture building between her legs from their interlude.

Just give in. You know you will. You always do.

Alexa watches as Scott pours two glasses of wine, Nero D’Avila, her favorite. He walks towards her, and she can’t be sure but he might have just licked his lips.

“Sweet Alexa, come closer. Don’t be afraid of me. You know I won’t hurt you. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

“I don’t know what I want you to do.” She reaches for the glass of wine without moving closer to him.

“Let’s find out together. I need you.” He moves closer still. She instinctively takes a step back. “I said no more backing away. Come.”

“No.”

“Alexa.” His voice tenses.

“You have some fucking nerve, Scott, after what you did to me the last time you were in London.”

“I know. Come here.”

“No.”

Scott moves quickly towards her, taking her wine glass and pushing her to the couch in one movement. “Did you really give this sweet thing to other men?” His hand slides between her legs. Alexa clamps them shut to stop him but he shoves them apart.

“Did you expect me to sit around waiting for you to show up again? Certainly, I’m not the only girl you’ve fucked in the last six months.”

His eyes flash with lust. “Do you let them spank you? Do you let them tie you down?”

“No. I do the spanking. I do the tying up.”

His eyes open wide. “Ah, you’ve switched sides. How does it feel to be in control?”

“I love it. Especially when men lick my boots.”

“Do they lick anything else?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Yes, you will.” He wraps his hand tight around her arm. “You’ll tell me everything I want to hear.”

“You’ll have to make me.”

“You know I can.”

“Maybe.”

“Stand up.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Stop bossing me around, Scotty.”

“It’s the only thing I know how to do.”

“Well, learn something new. You’re a smart man.”

He grins. “Let’s just go with what we know. Stand.”

Despite her internal objection, she obediently gets to her feet and stands before him. She knows he won’t give up. He reaches around behind her and unzips her dress, pulling it from her frame.

“Look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful. That hasn’t changed.” He runs his hands up and down her stomach and thighs. “Are you ready, gorgeous?”

“Ready for what?”

“You know what.”

Alexa takes a deep breath. She resisted as long as possible and knows she can’t hold out any longer. She needs this more than air. The inevitable is here.

“I’m ready,” she says.

“I’m ready, what?”

“I’m ready, sir.”

“That’s my girl. Get on your knees.”

“I’m going to show you how you make me feel inside.

You’re going to beg me to stop.”

~ Scotty

Without saying a word, Alexa sinks down to her knees, bowing her head, and putting her hands behind her back, the submissive stance she knows he expects. After all, he taught it to her.

Scott runs his hand under her chin, lifting her face up so he can see her eyes. He rubs his thumb across her lips. “Beautiful,” he whispers. He takes her wine glass off the table and lifts it to her lips, allowing her to drink. “Are you hungry, baby girl?”