“I apologize, I was just curious.” He sat down in front of her again and stared into her eyes. “Everyone has a reason for what they do. Nothing is given to anyone anymore without a price. That is the sad part of our world.”
After taking a drink of water, Alyson set her glass on the table and continued asking questions. “Did you ever go back? Do you go back to these women?” She tried to drag herself back into focus, to be professional and not act like a slut wanting to suck and fuck anything that looked like an available cock.
“These women you’ve showed me are young. Do you ever go to older women?”
“I have shown you how things started. My first memories were of younger women because I was younger also and in that time of history, older women were supposed to be more subdued, more proper. As times changed, the hunger and the needs have changed. Society has allowed women to change most of all. Their needs and desires are more open and blunt. It isn’t odd for a woman to go to a bar, pick up a guy, fuck him then leave him. They are in control now.” He let out a deep sigh, which seemed to calm him.
“Have you stayed with a certain woman for your own wants? Not because they call or summon you but because you feel something more than a sexual need for them?” She was becoming more curious as to what he received out of the encounters.
“Yes, there have been a few. My own personal preference is for a woman secure in herself, both sexually and emotionally. Things have changed in me over time and through experience, but I have desires and cravings like anyone else. The women I stay with must have a need I can fulfill. The woman doesn’t need to call me but if I come to them, they know why I am there.”
Alyson automatically saw herself as one of the women he spoke of. She reached her hand out to him. She wanted to feel more from him and found herself silently asking for it. She smiled as he took her hand in his. Shivers tiptoed up her spine while he massaged her knuckles.
“Oh fuck. Here we go again.”
Chapter Four
Lorie
Lorie fumbled at the door, keys jingling as she tried to tug them free from the lock. Drips of water fell to the marble entryway from her wet jacket. The dark night had unleashed a dousing rain upon the city just as she left her friend’s house. It subsided as she ran up the walkway, but the damage was done.
As usual, the house was empty and cold. Wide spaces filled with nothing but furniture and expensive decor. Riches made Lorie’s life comfortable but her loneliness was at times unbearable.
With a heavy sigh, Lorie tossed her keys onto the entry table. She stood by the table, leafing through the pile of junk mail and bills next to her keys. Her day had finally beaten her—she was exhausted.
The long staircase was her gateway to momentary peace. A large bathtub filled with oils, candles burning, scenting the room with the fragrances of vanilla and caramel. She could see it in her head as she walked past the bar and grabbed a bottle of brandy. She didn’t need the glass because she wanted to relax, get drunk and sleep for three days.
The steps up to the second floor seemed longer than usual. The light fuzzy hair on the back of Lorie’s neck bristled and sent a streak of uneasiness through her. The house was always so empty with her husband gone so often on business trips. He was away more than he was h
ome. Lorie had married him for convenience instead of love. Still, the huge dark house had a strange creepiness to it tonight, no matter how many security alarms were in place.
Lorie reached the top of the stairs and looked down the dark hall to her bedroom. She didn’t flick on the lights because she just wanted to crawl into the tub and then bed. The moonlight reflected dimly through the blinds across the wide bay window along the hallway wall. As she reached for the doorknob, she caught the shadow of someone sitting on the velvet chair in the corner of the open hall entrance to her bedroom.
“You have fun at work?”
Jumping backward Lorie was stunned. “Fuck…I hate it when you do that. Why can’t you just call like everyone else?” Lorie’s initial fear had her heart pounding and her adrenaline racing through her veins.
He stood and the moonlight from outside seemed to brighten. Either the clouds had thinned or his radiance had an effect on her eyes. “I have been waiting. You’d better get out of those wet clothes, you’ll catch a cold.”
Lorie swallowed. She knew what he wanted. She always knew what he was after. Each time it was more intense and more powerful. He took her. Used her. Then left her. It was always the same, but she never wanted it to stop.
“Not tonight. I’m too tired. You need to go.” She fought her desires. She stared as his figure closed the distance between them. He was barefoot, wearing skintight black leather pants that were unfastened at the waist. Her eyes struggled to not look down at where the V of his zipper revealed a tuft of black hair. The white long-sleeved shirt was unbuttoned and caressed his skin with each step, like wings of an angel.
She squeezed her legs tightly together. Her initial reaction was to flop down and spread them wide until her ankles touched the ground. She stumbled as she moved, trying to turn away but catching her ankle in her stiletto heels. He glared at her with those black eyes and she found she couldn’t free herself from his gaze. Flickers of red outlined the black centers. He was the vision of all the unfulfilled lust that fills a woman’s heart. He was her evil need.
“Are you sure?” His lips didn’t move but she heard his voice echo through her mind.
“Yes. Last time you left me tied to the bed and my husband found me.” A slight smile cracked along her lips. She remembered that night and the pleasures she’d come to expect from nights with him.
He walked past her, the heat from his body almost consuming her. “You know, there was a time where you begged me to stay.” He turned back to stare at her and lifted a finger to his mouth. He flicked his tongue across the tip of his index finger and growled.
Lorie groaned as the swollen tip of her clit felt the flicking quite clearly. He always had a thing for eating her pussy and the connection never faded. “Stop that.” Her breath hissed through her teeth. “I won’t let you take me again. I’ll fight you this time.” She dug into her purse and handed him the shiny gold medallion. “Here, take your medallion and get the fuck out!”
He held his large hand toward her and she dropped the golden medallion into his palm. Then she paused and pulled it back. Finally, she let go of it and stood back in a huff.
“Mmm. I like it when you get all hot and bothered.” He had an evil smirk on his face.
Lorie stepped closer and swung her hand. The echo of the slap filled the empty house. “Leave!”