Addict (Cravings #1), Page 2

  Turning away from Jennifer, I took a few steps toward the elevator. My ability to stay in the shadows and watch from afar was wearing thin. I needed to get closer. I needed her to see me, want me. Pausing to press the elevator button, I turned to watch my beauty. She might catch me, but I didn’t care. It would be hours before I’d be able to see her again.

  To my surprise, she wore an expression of complete and utter pleasure. I knew that look. Maybe not from her, but I most certainly knew it from women I’d slept with in the past. She was in the middle of an orgasm and, damn, she wore it well. My dick was instantly hard, throbbing for her — to be the cause of that face.

  I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her even as her orgasm face left and her eyes burned into mine. I wanted her to be the one to look away. It had to be she who broke the moment.

  She didn’t.

  She held my gaze until her eyes dropped to follow the path my tongue took as I moistened my lips.

  When the elevator dinged alerting me to its arrival, I groaned and turned away from her. Thankfully no one else was waiting for the elevator and no one exited when the doors slid open. Stepping inside, I faced her again.

  She was still watching me.

  I wanted to see just how bold she was so I adjusted my cock, drawing her attention to it — letting her know it had enjoyed her little show. I’d have enjoyed it much more if the damn wall and desk hadn’t blocked most of her from my sight.

  Her eyes were on my cock for a long moment before they jumped up to meet mine again.

  The smirk that crept onto my face couldn’t be held back. It was the exact reaction I’d wanted. The message had been received loud and clear.

  The doors slid shut before she recovered, but that was okay. I had other matters that I needed to focus on. The little interlude in the lobby had been unexpected, yet I would remember it for a long time.

  Leaning against the side of the elevator, I closed my eyes and let it take me to the top floor. My apartment. It hadn’t been cheap to get the hotel to allow it, but it was necessary with the type of business I had. I made good money from my clients and was able to afford it. It was convenient to have my place only floors above where my clients normally met me, and the building my office was in was just next door. Sometimes I met clients at their own places, so I had my car in the hotel’s underground garage.

  Once the elevator opened on my floor, I used my key to unlock the door. From the outside there was nothing to distinguish it from the other rooms in the hotel. Inside, however, it was completely different. I had renovated it to have a master suite, a small kitchen, tiny living room, good sized office, and a spare room with extra bathroom. It wasn’t huge, it wasn’t all that impressive when it came to decorations. It was simple, it was conveniently located right in the middle of my world, so it worked. No one ever came to my place. Not friends, not women. It was my space.

  The majority of my time was spent working. When I wasn’t with clients, I still had plenty of work to take care of, not to mention I worked a few nights a week as an online therapist. It helped fill the hours. Downtime wasn’t something I enjoyed. Being busy, being successful, that was what I enjoyed.

  Making the short walk through the apartment, I tossed my suit coat on the bed before entering the large walk-in closet. The one thing I’d made a requirement in my living quarters. I had a lot of clothing and I spent a lot of money on it, so naturally having space to keep it was a top priority. Looking anything but my best wasn’t an option. No one wanted to accept advice from someone who looked sloppy, especially advice in the bedroom department.

  I slipped off my dress shoes and put them back where they belonged before stripping down to my briefs. All of my clothing was laundered by the hotel. It was pricey, but again, it was easier than dealing with it myself or taking it elsewhere. My slacks were tossed onto the small mound of clothing that hadn’t been picked up yet. The white dress shirt followed.

  Knowing the clients I was meeting with next, I pulled on jeans and a t-shirt. I had a few minutes before my appointment, so I powered up my laptop to check my emails and review the client files, although I knew the couple quite well. As I figured, there wasn’t anything surprising that I’d forgotten since the last time I’d met with them.

  Bridgette was a trophy wife who wasn’t afraid to step outside of their marriage to find what was missing in the bedroom. Even after being turned down numerous times, she still hit on me every time she could without her husband seeing. Mike, on the other hand, was a smart-looking older man. He knew what his much-younger wife was up to, but he put up with it as long as she gave him what he wanted, when he wanted it. After months of meeting with them, I wasn’t entirely sure why they insisted on continuing to meet with me. They were quite possibly the most tame couple on my client list, with fairly normal request and desires. Part of me, though, knew they liked the feeling of voyeurism that came with having someone outside of your marriage watch as you acted out intimate desires.

  Deciding that I’d wasted enough time, I headed down to the rented room I used for clients. I normally rented the same room, but not always, sometimes I required two rooms or had clients that met close together so I needed rooms that were nearby each other… so I would take whatever was available at that time. Although a majority of the time, I got this room, which I preferred as it was near the stairwell and gave an quick escape if necessary for any reason. As expected, the room was perfectly cleaned and ready for my appointment. Before I could even settle into the armchair to wait, there was a soft knock on the door.

  When I opened it, I was greeted by Bridgette in a tiny black dress and entirely too much makeup.

  “Please, come in.” I stepped back and gestured for her to enter.

  “Hello, John,” Bridgette purred, dragging her nails across my chest as she strutted into the room. “How have you been?”

  “Fine. Please, take a seat.” I moved back to the armchair leaving the love seat for her.

  Exaggeratedly rolling her hips, she tried her best to look sexy as she made her way to the seat I indicated for her. “Anything for you, baby.”

  Completely unaffected, I watched her without reacting. Once she finally sank down onto the love seat, I sat forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “How have things been with Mike?”

  “Oh, I can think of so many other interesting things we can do to get me ready for my husband’s arrival besides talk.” She lowered her voice an octave and spread her thighs.

  “The only think I want to talk about is your husband and how your relationship has been.” It wasn’t her. I simply wasn’t into fucking married women. It was bad for business and too complicated to be worth it.

  Standing up, Bridgette slipped her dress over her head to reveal her bare tits and a sheer thong. Her manicured hands cupped her fake breasts as she stepped closer to me. “Come on, big boy.”

  “No.” Pushing out of the chair, I grabbed both her wrists. With a little effort, I had them clasped behind her back, her chest against mine. “Not interested,” I growled in her ear.

  “Mmm. Yeah, grab me. Force me to do what you want me to do.” Biting down on her lip, she tried to nuzzle my neck, but I stepped back, turning her away from me at the same time. The quick move had her stumbling, but my grip on her wrists balanced her. She cried out and yanked on her arms. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  “I told you. Not. Interested. I’ve made it clear in the past, but this is the final time.” Lowering my mouth to her ear, I spoke in a threatening tone of voice, “Pull something like this again and I’ll make sure your husband gets hard proof of the many times you’ve made advances on me.”

  “I’ll tell him you were the one hitting on me,” she sneered, attempting to free her hands again.

  “Oh, please. Do you think I’d be stupid enough not to make sure I had precautions set up for such a thing?” I released her hands and stepped back from her. Turning, she shrugged and finger-combed her hair as if she weren’t still mostly nu
de.

  “Fine. Whatever. He would’ve never known. Plus, I only wanted to have you unleash all…” She trailed off and dragged her eyes over my body from head to toe and back again before adding, “All that with that controlling shit you just did. Fuck yeah.”

  A knock on the door alerted me to the arrival of her husband. “So, that’s what does it. I’ll give Mike some pointers. On the bed.” I nodded at it before moving to open the door.

  “John,” Mike acknowledged as I let him into the room.

  When we both turned to look at the bed, Bridgette had herself spread eagle on it. Her wrists were near the head of the mattress on either side, feet spread wide. From the bulge in Mike’s pants, he was enjoying the view.

  Letting the door shut on it’s own, I smiled. “Well, Mike, I have some good news to share with you.”

  Mike met my look with a wary one. “What’s that?”

  “I think I made a breakthrough with your wife tonight.” I walked to one side of the bed and pulled the thick strap that I kept there from under the mattress. “Your wife would like to be restrained. Tied down and fucked hard.”

  Mike cleared his throat. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

  “And that’s why I’m here. Come, I’ll show you exactly how to do it.” I quickly showed him how to tie the rope and how to quickly untie it to release her. Once I restrained one wrist, I let him do the other one. “Now…she’s all yours.”

  I stepped back and watched as Mike trailed his fingers over her stomach, making her shiver and tug at the rope. Slowly, he literally kissed Bridgette from head to toe, which had her moaning and squirming. When he sucked her big toe into his mouth, my eyebrow jumped in surprise. Hadn’t seen that coming as most men — hell, most people — avoided the feet on their partner. Quickly I schooled my features and leaned a shoulder against the wall, crossing my arms.

  My job was over for the most part. I just stuck around to make sure no one got hurt or things went wrong and someone felt taken advantage of when the fun ended.

  Bridgette was apparently enjoying the foot bath as her moans grew in volume. By the time they finally progressed to the fucking, I figured it was Bridgette’s bold personality that hindered a man like Mike from expressing his desire to try new and somewhat unusual things. A little rope had leveled the playing field for them.

  Waiting for the happy couple to find their completion from sex, I let my mind wander to all the silly questions I’d been asked by clients through the years.

  Did I get turned on from watching other couples have sex? No. I couldn’t think of one time where I even got slightly aroused. It was my job and I acted as such. Was I a pervert? Probably. Not because of my job though. That would have been much more based in what I did when I was off the clock — on my own time, so to speak. Was I gay? That one always made me laugh. Because I wasn’t turned on from watching a straight couple have sex, I must be a homosexual. No, it didn’t matter how many times or ways I tried to explain it was about control, people didn’t understand. Had I ever joined in with my patients? That was one I never would answer — not to a client, friend or anyone. In truth, I had joined in on the fun, in the past, but it was a very, very rare thing and easier to say no to people than to explain that the chances of it happening were slim to none.

  What I wouldn’t talk to clients about was what I did in my own bedroom. The things I enjoyed would have most of them running for the hills. Especially the thoughts that surrounded the lovely little Alix downstairs.

  Chapter 3

  Alix

  It had been two days since I’d last seen the mystery man. Not by choice, that’s for damn sure; not even my own embarrassment could keep me from wanting to see him. He hadn’t shown on Thursday, like he usually did. It was past the time he normally showed on Friday, but there was no sign of him.

  Instead of being excited to escape work when that time rolled around, I found myself loitering around the front desk engaging Jennifer in conversation. We’d exchanged small talk about how each other’s day had been, and that awkward lull in the conversation that I dreaded was coming. Trying to think up an excuse to give her as to why I wasn’t rushing out the door like most people, I inadvertently missed a question.

  “What are your plans for the weekend?” Jennifer repeated, leaning forward on the counter. She lowered her voice and glanced around the lobby, making sure no one was within listening range. “I know of this totally exclusive party going on later. You should come with me. I was supposed to go with a couple of my girlfriends, but the bitches ditched me last-minute for some stupid boy band concert.”

  “Uh… I don’t know. I’m not really much of a party-goer.” Sighing inwardly, I didn’t want to admit to her that I could count on one hand how many times I’d even gone to a bar for a drink, alone or with friends. It just wasn’t my thing.

  Frowning, she pushed off the counter and folded her arms across her chest. Sticking out her bottom lip and looking up at me through her eyelashes, she gave me her best pouty face. “Please? I really want to go. I’ll do whatever you want. Anything. I’ll owe you a huge favor. Please.”

  I eyed her while internally debating. I didn’t know her all that well, but she was always really friendly. I didn’t have anything else planned. Then again, I didn’t go out much partly because I had problems talking to people in crowds. The perfect excuse not to go suddenly popped into my head. “Even if I went all the way home, I don’t even own club attire. It’s work clothes or lounge wear for me. Neither seems appropriate for a party.” Before I had the chance to mentally pat myself on the back for thinking fast, she scoffed and waved away my excuse.

  “You can come to my place and borrow some of my clothes for the night. That’s no reason to worry! I have a whole closet that’ll fit you! You’re, what, a size twelve-ish?” Clapping her hands together in excitement at the sigh of defeat I gave, she bounced on her toes. “So you’ll go?”

  Taking a deep breath, I rubbed my forehead. “Sure. What time?” I didn’t really want to go, but it hadn’t been that long ago that I’d been thinking I needed to make friends. Plus, who knew, maybe a change of scenery would be what I needed to get Suit Man off my mind for a bit.

  Letting out a squeal that made my ears want to bleed, Jennifer jumped up and down. Her large breasts bounced with the movement and I couldn’t help but watch them for fear they were going to burst through her work shirt.

  Talking a mile a minute, gesturing wildly with her hands, she started moving around behind the counter. “Right now, well, after work, but I get off in, like, five minutes so that’s almost now. I can’t tell you how excited I am that you agreed. I’ve been looking forward to this party for weeks. Now I just have to figure out what we’re going to dress you in.”

  Even though I tracked her with my eyes, I couldn’t keep up with her rapid speech. Her mouth kept moving even as she gathered a few small items off the counter, shoving them into a purse she pulled from a cabinet under the desk.

  Walking around the counter, she looped her arm around one of mine and waved at the woman that worked the counter at night. Trying to keep up with her, I stumbled along as she made a stop to let the manager know she was leaving. After the brief pause, she proceeded to pull me towards the front door of the building. “You know how long I’ve been trying to build up the courage to ask you to come out with me?” Jennifer continued.

  I hadn’t been able to keep up with most of her chattering. Thankfully the chilly air outside seemed to slow her speech and speed. I nodded even though I wasn’t entirely sure what she was talking about. I wasn’t used to someone talking so fast, and definitely wasn’t used to someone pulling me around by the arm while doing it.

  “If you knew, then why didn’t you say something silly?” She stopped walking and gawked at me. Laughing loudly, she slapped playfully at my arm and shook her head as if I’d made a joke.

  I shrugged in reply hoping it’d give me a pass. I needed at least ten cups of coffee to get up
to the same speed she was at.

  “Seriously, girl, you have got to learn to speak up. You sit there in your office all day looking out at everyone. We all wonder if it’s because you’re shy or if you think you’re better than the rest of us. I’ve always been on your side, saying that you’re just shy. I can tell when you talk to customers that you’re a total blast to hang out with though. I’m so glad you agreed to come out with me tonight,” Jennifer continued, once again grabbing me by the arm and leading me towards the section of the parking garage that was sectioned off for employees only.

  I wasn’t sure how to react to the bit of information she’d just laid on me. I had never in my life been called stuck-up; that wasn’t me at all. I had never been called a blast to hang out with either. Feeling a bit put off by the whole direction of the conversation, I frowned and slowed my pace.

  “You aren’t changing your mind, are you? You can’t! I won’t allow it. Look, there’s my car,” Jennifer continued, as if being near her car made it impossible for me to back out. Before I could even respond, she was opening the passenger door of her tiny red sports car and walking around it to get in the driver’s side. Having gotten that far, I forced myself to sit in the passenger seat. After pulling the door closed, I made sure to buckle in. If she drove anything like she talked, I’d need it.

  After a short, thankfully silent drive, we pulled up to a small house. Jennifer jumped out of the car, slamming the door before hurrying toward the front door. As she reached the pathway through the yard, she glanced over her shoulder and shouted, “Come on.”

  I got out much more slowly, not nearly as enthusiastic about the night as she seemed to be. Excited, maybe. Curious, yes. Nervous, absolutely.

  Once inside the house, Jennifer ushered me to her room and threw clothes at me from the closet so quickly I could barely catch them. I didn’t own half as many clothes as she tossed out. Taking the arm-ful of items she thought would look good on me, I made my way across the hall to the bathroom. I set the clothes on the counter and locked the door. Leaning against it, I was finally able to take a deep breath. What the hell was I doing? I never went to parties. I never went out with anyone, period. Change was good though, right? Maybe it was time to learn to step out of my comfort zone.