Echoes of Passion

  Echoes of Passion Book 1 & 2

  Published by Lucia Jordan

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  Copyright © 2013 Lucia Jordan

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years or older.

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  Echoes of Passion Book 1

  Katie pretended to be fascinated with the French toast on her plate. The man’s gaze was relentless, and she was beginning to feel a little harassed by it. Gathering all her energy, she lifted her eyes and glowered right back at him. Bad move! Time stopped and Katie forgot to breathe. His eyes were hypnotic, and they held her captive for the longest time before he smirked lopsidedly. Katie broke out of the haze of bewilderment and arousal, and panted as her fork clattered noisily to the floor. She squirmed in her booth. Although a woman accompanied him, there was something about the man that made her want to cry out in aggravated longing.

  He looked thoroughly spent, yet his personality was a bright, magnanimous being in the small cafe. Katie’s friend Brianna seemed unaffected by the man’s allure. Although to Katie, it seemed as if his heart-stopping virility blanketed the whole place.

  “We should go,” Katie murmured to Brianna, too panicked to peek at the man again.

  “You haven’t finished your breakfast. I thought you were famished?”

  Katie swallowed past the lump lodged in her throat; it was immovable. There was no way in hell she could force a bite of French toast past that lump! Involuntarily, she glanced up as the couple moved in her peripheral vision. The woman, tall and curvaceous with cropped blonde hair, stood up. She smiled timidly at the man, almost bowing, and Katie grimaced at the very obvious devotion pouring out of her form.

  “Thank you, Sir.” Her whisper was soft.

  Katie’s eyes widened. What’s going on here?

  The man nodded as if he was bestowing a royal favor upon her, and she walked toward the exit. Katie completely forgot about the man, and the fact that his eyes were boring holes into her profile. She gawked at the striking blonde, mystified by her dainty walk and flawless beauty. It was 6 a.m. on a Saturday morning and her hair was a mess, which led Katie to deduce that they had shared a bed. She looked thoroughly fucked and disheveled, and that managed to add to Katie’s curiosity – and shockingly – arousal.

  Sir? What was he? Her boss or something? The reverence…God! It had been so…tangible. Her pussy tightened and Katie was caught by surprise by the erotic feeling.

  Tap tap tap.

  She lurched upright as long, masculine, tanned fingers tapped at the tabletop right in front of her. She didn’t have to look up to decipher whose hand it was. His nails were short and neat, his fingers thick and long. They reminded her of what Brianna had told her once: the connection between a man’s hands and the size of his cock.

  As if to reinforce her contemplations, Brianna’s elbow prodded Katie’s ribs forcefully, making her lurch sideways. She looked up, her eyes shooting sparks of indignant fury. The same hypnotism, same magnetism, engulfed her again. She paused and his blue eyes – bright and unreal – twinkled at her discomfiture. Katie raised her eyebrows, pretending to be brave and self-assured, but her insides had melted. The liquid heat was pouring out of her pussy, pooling in her PJ bottoms. Shocked into immobility, she bit her lip, and the man’s demeanor changed.

  His face hardened imperceptibly and his eyes narrowed, boring into hers as if he was trying to see into her soul. Katie reeled back from the expression in his eyes, but he instantly turned around, leaving the café.

  “What the hell just happened?” Brianna’s voice was comically high pitched.

  “I uh…he was…”

  “Do you know him?”

  “No no. I don’t.” Katie struggled to breathe properly. The waiter came over and handed Katie a piece of paper. “What’s this?”

  “A gentleman at the counter asked me to give this to you.”

  “Oh, my God! That…” Brianna was quick to jump to Katie’s side.

  Katie opened it tentatively, and her fingers shook in excitement. In it, written in concise, beautiful handwriting, was her address. Katie’s mouth dropped and even Brianna seemed incapable of speech. A few seconds passed. “That Bastard!” Brianna cried and Katie jumped.

  “Lets go, Brianna.” Katie grabbed her bag and headed out, afraid to look up in case the man would still be there. My address. How in hell did he know my address? She checked her bag to see if her wallet was still in it. There was no way in hell he could’ve known her address. She had never laid eyes on him before, and she wished she would never again.

  Katie slipped her keys into her front door and stepped in. She had spent the night at Brianna’s place, and hadn’t slept for a moment. Her joblessness, and eternally problematic life had kept her awake. Poor Brianna had just stayed up to talk.

  Just as Katie was about to fall onto the couch for a rest, there was a sharp knock on the door. “Aah!” she groaned, dragging her bare feet on the carpet as she opened the door.

  He smiled, and Katie’s lips parted. Her eyes widened and she prepared to scream, before slamming the door in his face. A polished shoe stopped the door and she panted, pressing her weight against the cool wood. “I'm going to call the cops! Go now!” she screamed and heard a chuckle from the other side of the door. Her fear was replaced by fury and she pursed her lips, letting go of the door and backing up to grab her phone.

  “Can you just hear me out?” he drawled, not stepping inside the apartment to stop her.

  “Go now! You stalker!” she yelled and his blue eyes twinkled in amusement.

  “Seriously, Katie. Stop overreacting!”

  Katie was high on adrenaline. It had turned out to be a very scary, unpredictable morning. “What do you want?” she cried, confused by his reaction to her threats.

  “May I come in?” he asked sarcastically.

  “No, you may not! What do you want?”

  “Can you relax? What’s up with you?”

  Katie stared at him dumbstruck. He had surely lost his mind.

  His expression changed and his amusement vanished. Fishing into his pocket, he retrieved a black business card, and placed it on the ground as if she was holding him at gunpoint. “Call me when you get this,” he motioned comically with his hands, and she felt like a fool, “under control.”

  With that he stepped away and down the stairs. Katie laid down her phone, her chest heaving. She picked up the card and glared at it, her face going white.

  Damon Meade.

  Meade!

  Damon Meade. CEO Intercrop.

  Oh my God! Katie almost pulled her hair out in anger and frustration. She had applied for a position at Intercrop two months ago, and then forgotten about it because she had had a job that was keeping her busy. Now, she was jobless, and the CEO of Intercrop had come to her doorstep. I slammed the door in his face!

  That’s how he knew my address! Suddenly all the pieces of the puzzle had fallen into place. Or had they?

  She was confused how he knew...there was something up. But she didn’t want to waste more time. She needed a job or she would have to depend on her trust fund. She didn’t want things to get so bad.

  Unthinkingly, she ran out and down the steps, halfway down realizing that she was still barefoot, in her grey socks. “S
hit!” she cursed. She would make one hell of an impression on her prospective employer. Just when she thought things couldn’t get any worse, “Hey!” she screamed at his back.

  He turned, his eyes wide and mocking, glaring at her bare feet on the cold pavement. “What are you doing?”

  “I…uhh. I misunderstood.” She panted, pushing her hair off her face.

  Damon stared at her, completely bewitched. His expression warmed, and Katie blushingly pulled her sweatshirt down to make it slightly…neater…if that was even possible. She had been sleeping in it for years.

  “So, what are you planning to do now? Freeze out here?”

  Katie blushed as the husky, deep baritone voice penetrated her, warming her bones. An hour ago, he had been having coffee with a delectable blonde, and the sexual aura had been tangible enough to slice evenly with a knife. Now, his incredible eyes were focused on her face.

  He raised his brow and Katie realized she had been exploring his face, his strong nose. His large blue eyes were lashed thickly, and she smiled despite herself.

  “Would you rather sit somewhere and talk?”

  She returned to earth and shoved her hair off her face. “Sure.”

  He nodded, waiting for something. Katie blushed before him, feeling gawky and awkward. He was no ordinary person; just his presence alone was enough to give her goose bumps.

  “Are you planning to go barefoot?” he said incredulously and Katie blushed to the tips of her hair.

  “No, of course not! Why don’t you come upstairs and I can make some coffee?” she asked respectfully and that seemed to please him. He walked up the two flights of stairs behind her and she beamed in excitement. Hopefully, by the time this discussion was over, she wouldn’t be on the verge of pennilessness anymore.

  **

  Silence ensued as Damon regarded her closely. In the privacy of her home behind closed doors, everything was a little confusing and daunting. Katie pushed her hair off her face and Damon observed, enchanted. She seemed to have a habit of doing that ever so often. The sleeve of her battered grey sweatshirt covered her hands up to her fingertips. Her hair was a soft brown wavy mess, falling over half of her face. Her face, wiped free of makeup, was an enchanting sight. It was a refreshing change. He was used to women plastered, covered in pasty makeup, eyelids dripping with bright hues. He had never had an aversion to it, but seeing Katie, his perception suddenly changed. There was nothing more endearing than a woman who was dressed for bed, and looked like a million bucks of sexy.

  “I have a proposition for you.”

  Katie’s face lit up and she smiled, sitting up straighter as she prepared for her fate to change. “I’m very grateful to you for taking the time to come and see me personally.”

  His brow furrowed in confusion and he tilted his head, glaring at her conspicuously. “I want to make you my sub,” he announced simply, and waited for her to shoot out of her chair.

  Katie just smiled at him, wondering what in hell a Sub was. “What would the position entail?”

  He coughed and Katie had a distressing feeling that he was laughing at her. “You have no idea what that is, do you?” Katie’s smile evaporated and she shook her head. “Would you like me to elaborate?”

  “Yes please.” She blushed.

  “I want you to be my sub. My submissive,” he said pointedly. When Katie still remained blank, he cleared his throat. “Did you see the blonde with me this morning?”

  Katie bit her lip and nodded. She had tried hard to push that image of him out of her mind – the image of him obviously spending the night with that gorgeous woman, and watching her possessively. The sight flooded her mind and she twisted her fingers, feeling foolish and naïve. She had had no idea what was up with Damon Meade then, and she had no idea in hell what was happening right at that instant.

  “I just let her go. She was my submissive.”

  Katie paused, and tried to weigh the sentence in her head. It was foggy and she was perplexed. The blonde had obviously been sexual with him. There was no way she could have missed that tangible chemistry between them. And he had just technically asked her to take the blonde’s place.

  She stood up, her chest rising and falling. “Are you hitting on me?” she blurted out stupidly.

  He stared at her aghast, then burst out laughing. “Not really.”

  “I thought you were here to offer me a position at your company!” she cried, picking up the coffee cup she had placed before him.

  He hoisted himself up and grasped her hand, somehow cutting off the blood flow to her organs. His face was mere inches away from hers, and their breaths mingled.

  “I am offering you a position, Katie, but it’s not at my company. It’s in my life.”

  His eyes bore holes into her brown liquid ones, dipped to her lips, and then lifted again in a mocking smile. Katie was immobile. She was trying to think of a way out of the shocking turn of events. All she had to do was push him away, but the wet mess between her thighs held her back. Her throat was dry, and her bosom tingled electrifyingly.

  She swallowed, and the man holding her imprisoned by nothing but his magnetism shifted, sensing her puzzlement and inner battle. His hand lifted and she jumped slightly, but relaxed as his knuckle slid down her cheek, almost barely brushing her skin.

  “Think about it, Katie. I'm asking you to be my submissive. It has its perks,” he bribed and she furrowed her brows. She had no idea what he was talking about. His mouth descended and Katie gasped instinctively, tilting her chin up to receive a kiss that she knew would surely shatter her completely.

  Nothing happened, and breathlessly, she opened her eyes. He had a condescending, smug look on his face. He shook his head and she blushed. “I’m not really offering you this,” he said as if the thought disgusted him. His hand slipped around her waist, drawing her nearer.

  Katie felt like everything was moving in slow motion. Every millimeter his hand brushed over was ablaze with a sensation that made her knees go weak. To her utter shock, the brazen, ridiculously enigmatic man clutched her asscheeks in one hand and squeezed, his lips parted. That’s when Katie saw the first glimpse of his smoldering indulgence.

  Touching her ass changed his face. It became harsher, more sinister, and the fire lurking in those blue eyes turned into blazing blue lava of demolition. “I'm going to spank you, Katie,” he whispered and her jaw fell open, her eyes wide. He had expected the naïve girl in his arms to push away but she stayed put, only becoming more pliant in his hold. Encouraged by her reaction, he continued, “I'm going to do so many things…with this.” He squeezed the asscheeks and Katie found herself gasping, her eyes glued to his magnificently chiseled, molded lips.

  “Aren’t you going to say something?” he hissed, his fingers brushing gently into her crack, letting the fabric of her sweatpants delve into the cleft. She moaned and her fingers grasped the front of his shirt. She felt like she was drowning. It was a different kind of absolution. She felt alive and transfixed at the same time, and her whole being was attracted toward his body. He abandoned her ass instantly and grasped her hands, forcing her to release the front of his shirt from her deathly grip.

  He shook his head. “You have a lot to learn,” he snarled. When she gaped at him in question, he grabbed her waist and twisted her around.

  “Aah!” Katie cried out, suddenly not so aroused anymore. Her inner thighs were tense with the sensations coiling up like a snake in her pussy. He yanked the sweatpants down and her ass was bared, with not a strip of clothing to sheathe it. Katie clenched her ass in fear, but it was already too late.

  His palm, hard and unyielding, crashed onto one ass cheek with a loud smack. Her cheeks flamed in liquid embarrassment that made her want to curl up in shame at the debilitating act. Then the sting resounded and she lurched forward. “Aah!” she cried, jolting away. He grabbed her in place, and his hand warmed the sore spot. She flinched, panting as she glared at him angrily. “What?” she cried, her eyes wide.

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nbsp; “Shh shh,” he said. His face tense, his palm soothed away the burn on her flesh. Katie was horrorstruck. She was trying to be demure and push him away, but he was so…magnetic. She was being drawn toward him, closer to his body by a strange force. Try as she might, she couldn’t ignore the pull of her fate.

  His hand caressed her backside intimately. The knowledge that a man she barely knew was being so intimate, touching her so gently after smacking her like a madman, made her pussy clench invitingly.

  “Better?” he rasped and before she could respond, the smack sounded through the room.

  “Unh!” she cried, tensing, this time not staggering away. There was something about the hit, about the man trying to hurt her, yet who soothed away the stings at the same time. As his hand landed, he scrunched up the flesh, twisting it ferociously “Oh!” Katie’s eyes widened and she stared at the wall. His hand was twisting her flesh, using her for his own twisted gratification. She blushed at the indignant knowledge that she was affected by his arousal.

  He grunted and she bit her lip, her chest tingling as her pussy lips ached to be stretched apart. It was hungry and weeping, its juices sliding down her inner thighs. “I'm giving you a prelude, Katie,” he suddenly rasped in her ear and the warm breath added more to an already raging inferno. She gasped and tensed her ass, pushing it back toward him. He groaned and her pussy squeezed in response. His smack landed on both cheeks together, and she could feel the reverberations of her flesh as the hit left it staggered.

  “Oh, God!”

  “No!” he roared instantly and smacked her again. Katie’s eyes rolled into the top of her head. “Don’t do that again!” he raged and Katie had no idea what she was forbidden to do. What was so wrong and seemed almost satanic was his apparent worship of her ass. It was twisted and ferocious, and her innate reaction to the almost degrading act was the biggest shocker of all.

  He groaned as he rubbed the red, sore throbbing cheeks. Katie wanted to fall to the ground, part her legs and offer her insides to him. She curled up in tempting agony and his hand slipped down her crack, his fingers roughly surveying its effects.