Water's Wet Erotica (Seven Stories: Including Virgin to Vixen Series) (16 page)

Against my better judgment, I slowly turned around. Jake’s back was toward me, and he was leaning on the back of a chair with his head against his arms. I could tell that he was contemplating his next move.

“You have me
pegged all
wrong,
Alina,
” he finally said.

“Do I? Because you may have felt abandoned by me once, but I felt abandoned by you
, not once, but
several times.”

I didn’t move. I stood where I was, but I faced him directly. After a few moments, he stood erect and
turned to face
me.

My breath was caught between my excessively
fast-
beating heart and my nervous stomach. He was exactly how I remembered him except that he was a few years older. Our eyes locked.

“You’re as beautiful as ever, Alina.”

“You look exactly the same,” my voice was softer than it had been.

He nodded and thrust his hands in his pockets. “How have you been?”

I could tell that he wanted to start this meeting over. He wanted to start with small talk and drag us away from the qui
ck-
witted banter that monopolized our reunion. I was going to play along to see where this was going to go.

“I’m good.
Surviving.
You?”

“Same. I opened up two more galleries like the one here in Los Angeles.
One in San Francisco and one in San Diego.
I now paint more than just abstracts.
So, I’m pretty busy.
Art keeps me out of trouble and out of sex clubs.
”

“
I’m glad for you. You have a lot of artistic talent.
”
I paused. “How is your stepsister, Jessica? After our sexual encounter, I worried about her when you told me her history.”

He smiled. “Jessica is fine. She is married to a lovely woman and they are happily pregnant by artificial insemination.” He paused, his eyes shining. “Apparently, your sexual encounter with Jessica was just what she needed to begin to trust again, and open
herself
up to looking for a healthy, playful, giving relationship. She found one. She said if I ever found you, to thank you, from the bottom of her heart.”

“Oh, Jake.
It makes me so happy to know that she is okay and that I didn’t do her any harm that day, but actually helped her.” I let out a huge breath. “Whew, what a huge weight off my shoulders. Thank you for telling me and please tell her that I wish her
every happiness
.”

“I will. I’m sorry that you carried that for three years, the burden of not knowing how she
fared
. He smiled and changed the subject.
“
So…t
his is what you do for a living
, Alina
? You’re a dominatrix?” he asked me.

“Yes.”

“Did I play a part in that?” he cautiously asked.

“To a degree.
But in the end, I made
the
choice to work here. I’m surprised they let you in
without an appointment
.”

“They didn’t do it willingly. I had to threaten the owner with all kinds of legal issues. He was willing to hand you over after that,” he told me.

“That spineless jellyfish!
Is this your way of getting me back for the time that I trashed the concept of your abstract art on debut night with a gallery full of adoring patrons?
”

Jake chuckled.
“Why would you think that? And if it was, I suspect that we are quite even now.”
His laughter was refreshing
,
like
the soothing tune of music to my ears
and I laughed, too. Neither of us seemed too bitter
. Then
,
as fast as
it took him to laugh,
his face changed,
and he looked
at me seriously. My relaxed feeling immediately left, and the pit of my stomach began to pulsate.

“How much do you do
here
?”
he asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Do you have
sexual
intercourse with your clients?”

I laughed at his awkward attempt to find out about the details of my job. “No
.
I pleasure them with their own fetishes.”

“
Such as
?”

“Oh
,
I have clients
who
like to be tied up and whipped. Some ask me to diaper them and treat them like a baby. I’ve been asked to use my feet and toes to dig into a client’s back and butt. One guy wanted me to
blindfold him
from behind while I bit his back.”

“Do you enjoy being in control?” he asked.

“Yes, but…” I didn’t want to admit what I was about to tell him.

“But?” he asked.

“There are situations where I don’t mind relinquishing that control.”

Jake still had his hands in his pockets when he took a step toward me. I tried to take a step back, but I was already against the sink where I had washed and bleached my toys.

“I see,” he said as he took another step.

The look in his eyes was softly sadistic. He looked at me with love, but he also glared at me with dominating desire.

“Jake
?
Don’t think I will be dominated the way you did
to me
three years ago. I was a child back then.”

“You were as much a woman then as you are now. You just have a
little
more experience,” he snarled.

“That’s where you’re wrong. I don’t have
a little
more, I have a
lot
more.” I braced my hands against the sink behind me and pressed my back against the porcelain.

Within two long strides, his upper stomach was pressed so tight against my chest that my small perky breasts were being flattened. I reached up to press my hands against his chest and push him out of my personal space when he grabbed both my wrists.

“You’re hurting me,” I whispered
, even though he really wasn’t
.

“Bullshit!
I am holding you, not breaking you.
”

“Let go of my wrists,” I demanded.

“Nope!”

“Jake, let go of me, please. I have a client
who’s
going to show up in a few minutes.”

“No
,
you don’t,” he said through his teeth.

“What do you mean? What did you do?
”

“Let’s just say, I cleared your schedule for you.”

“You what?”

He leaned in to my right ear.
“For a week,” I heard him whisper.

I swallowed entirely too loudly. My panties were moist, but they quickly grew wetter with desire. I searched his eyes for the hidden joke that would have him burst out in
to
laughter.
Nothing.
He didn’t flinch. Damn him.

“
You have some balls doing that to me.
I have bills to pay, Jake!”

“I’ll pay them.”

“If I let you pay my bills, what would that make me, Jake?”

“That wasn’t the thank you I anticipated,” he replied.

“Let me go,” I spat.
I started to try and twist my wrists from his grip, but he refused to budge
,
which in turn made it next to impossible for me to move. I was sandwiched between his body and the sink behind me.

“If you’ve got a safe word, go ahead and use it and I will let you go.”

“Never!”
I said.

“Still stubborn and sassy, I see,” he said evenly, not letting me go, but not hurting me either. He was very controlled about just holding me against him.

“Wasn’t one of the things that you spanked me for was not respecting the other person’s right to grant consent?”

“That was about you and Jessica, an emotionally fragile human being in recovery from post-traumatic stress disorder. This, now, is only about you and me.”

“And how is consent different between us?”

“We’re nearly on equal ground, here, emotionally and sexually. You have asserted yourself as a dominatrix and I am a
dom
. But you want this, to submit to me. Don’t lie.”

“
Yessss
,” I hissed. “I do. But on my terms.”

“Irony is a harsh mistress, isn’t it?” he replied.

“It is up to the submissive to define the boundaries at the outset of the relationship.”

“Very good, Alina.
I see that you have learned much about the power exchange.”

After I had stopped trying to pull myself from his grip, I realized that his dick was as hard
as
a cement pole. I started salivating at both ends—my mouth and my love nest. But, I’d be damned if he were going to get away with taking control over me against my will. Hadn’t he done that enough in the past?

Of course, I
had been
a willing party in the past, but today, three years later, was different. I felt as if I had something to prove. Maybe the fact that I was no longer an innocent little girl seeking the love of this man was something I needed to prove to him. Maybe I needed to prove all of that to myself. Whichever, I wasn’t going to conform to his desires willingly.

I had to use my quick wit and enhanced knowledge of men to think my way out of the plans that he had in store for me. I watched him look around my “office.” He looked around as if he wanted to determine which toy he would use on me. At least that’s what I thought he was thinking.

“What do you want from me
,
Jake?
Why did you even look for me?
”

He glared down at me from his half
-
closed eyelids. I wondered if my question confused him while he processed how he wanted to answer me. But when he released my wrists and backed up three steps, I wondered if he
had
realized that he didn’t want anything from me. In fact, maybe he realized that he didn’t want me at all.

I was no longer that innocent, doe-eyed little girl
who
looked at his every movement in utter awe.
Three years ago, w
hen he introduced me to my first sexual experiences, I
had
had long brownish-blonde hair and I hadn’t developed all my curves.

I was now a voluptuous woman with curves and, well, truth
be
told, extra weight. I was fifteen pounds heavier than I was three years ago.  I wondered if that weight
was
enough to make Jake think twice about what he wanted.

He thrust his hands in his jean pockets and cocked his head to the side. If I could read his mind, now would be the time that I wish
ed
I knew what he was thinking. I felt awkward. I needed him to say something, but instead
,
he said nothing.

“Well? I promise it’s not a trick question.” I heard my shaky voice try to mask its uncertainty beneath a moment of bravado.

“I want you, Alina.”

“What does that mean? You want to fuck me? You want me on my knees, so you can rip up my mouth
and bruise the
back of my throat
with your dick and then sneak off into the night? You want me,
how?
”

I could see his body tense and redness start to creep up his neck and into his face from the anger he was trying
to
suppress.

“I know you’re angry with me. I wish you had come to me and talked with me three years ago
,
rather than run off like a thief in the night.”

“Don’t talk to me about being a thief, Jake. You were the one
who
stole my innocence and then when you were done
, you
discarded me like a used piece of furniture
dumped on the curb
.” I winced at myself when those words left my mouth.

I didn’t realize how angry I was
with
him until he was standing in front of me with his perfect smile and handsomely rugged face. I wanted more from him; I wanted him to make a commitment to me
,
even if he committed to one act of holding me through the night and allowing me to wake in his arms. That was all I wanted
,
just once to feel treasured, and experience a loving afterglow of being held and kissed, embraced.