Chapter 13 #5
Everything was a frenzy. The hushes. The moans.
The creaks of the bed. The spread of Alicia’s legs.
The sharp punch of their hips as they speared each other’s thighs.
The pull of Alicia’s hair and the yank of her leash.
The bites to her breasts and the peaking of her nipples.
The rush she got when she was so wet and eager for Danica.
The woman taking her over, becoming one single body with her.
The increasing speed and foul, fouler, foulest words that marked Alicia as hers and no one else’s.
Only Danica Moreau could dare to call her such wretched words and not only get away with it, but be deified for them.
Alicia thought her fair share of foul words as well.
About herself. About her. About the perfect disaster that was their fated romance.
It empowered her.
Alicia Colbert had never been a self-important woman.
No one would have ever said she suffered from bouts of narcissism.
So it was only fair to believe Danica when she said Alicia was the only woman, the only person on Earth to ever make this woman feel this way.
No one else could have, or would ever claim the honor of turning Danica Moreau into an utter mess.
Alicia knew, as innately as she knew her own heart and mind, that she was the only person put on this planet to go toe-to-toe with this woman.
To take what she offered, happily and with a flippant “How do you want me?” Who else could handle the rough way she expressed her love in bed?
Who else was bestowed the temperament to deal with her ever-changing whim?
Who else could look the threats surrounding her in the eye and tell them to fuck off?
It was worth it when the alternative was never feeling like this again.
“You’re mine, Alicia,” Danica said, first with a murmur, and then with such spirit that she didn’t know if she got off more on that or the way she touched Alicia’s innermost refuge. “Today, tomorrow, the rest of your fucking life.”
Alicia whimpered from the feisty pain she received when Danica turned her over and spanked her ass.
“Do you understand me?” The leash whipped back, the chain tickling her ass.
“I own you, Alicia Colbert. I’m the woman you’ll be thinking of every time you look at another.
” Her ego buried itself so deep between them that Alicia bit her own finger.
“You can’t deny me. You can’t look the other way when I’m around.
I’ll consume your thoughts even when we’re apart.
Like you consume mine.” She sucked Alicia’s throat.
“I’m giving all of me to you. You will give all of you to me. ”
“Yes!” Alicia shrieked into the bed as Danica spanked her again. “You have it! You have all of me!”
She believed that with every weeping part of her being as she cried out in the bliss it gave her. Danica’s mouth was on hers, consuming whatever it could as she climaxed.
There was nothing sweeter than experiencing what they shared. Well, almost nothing. Perhaps the sweetest thing was hearing what sounded like her heart blasting thunder through the room the moment they both realized they were too deep to ever have a rational thought about their love again.
“I’ll be right up,” Danica said with a kiss to Alicia’s forehead. “The way to my chambers should be simple to follow.” Just in case, she pointed to the hallway at the top of the nearest spiral staircase.
Alicia was reluctant to let go of her hand, but Danica had some final matters of the evening to tend to.
It was late, anyway. Almost eleven. It feels so much later.
Alicia slowly ascended the staircase. Her muscles were tired, but her spirits soared to witness the connection between her and the woman disappearing into an office on the ground floor.
Ms. Sarah Clayborn followed her in there, tablet at the ready.
Mr. Nigel Clayborn, on the other hand, stood at the top of the stairs.
“Oh, hi.” Alicia did not see the second assistant often.
In fact, her only real memory of this guy was when he yanked her over to be berated by Russell Moreau.
So… she was not a huge fan. Didn’t help that he had a weasel face.
His sister wasn’t memorable to look at either, but at least she didn’t have the aura of someone suffering from toxic masculinity. “Good night.”
He muttered a greeting back to her as he pulled out his phone and typed something into it. Alicia paid him no further mind. She confidently walked down the hall and to the double doors at the end. Danica had told her that it was her room, and Alicia was free to come and go.
Silly Alicia. Assuming Danica had a room.
Danica kept calling them her chambers for a reason.
Because that’s what they were. Chambers.
A separate apartment in an even bigger apartment.
Alicia may have been able to see a large California king bed in the distance, but a separate room divided the main entrance from the most intimate room Danica claimed.
More rooms existed beyond that. From where she stood in front of the double doors, Alicia surveyed at least four rooms connected in a pseudo-open floor plan that could easily be closed off with sliding doors and partitions.
The room she stood in was a simple receiving area with antique furniture upholstered in gold and black.
To the left was a proper living room, with leather seating, a large, curved television, and… was that a PlayStation? Huh.
To the right was a study, lined with bookshelves and decorated with a simple desktop computer. The bathroom must be somewhere. Might be a good idea to find it.
Alicia walked into the bedroom. This is it, huh?
Seemed strange to be in such requited love with a woman and only now see her bedroom.
The yacht master suite didn’t count. A temporary Chicago apartment didn’t count.
This was her lover’s abode. This was where Danica was her most vulnerable when she thought no one else was there.
Alicia thought about looking for the bathroom.
Or undressing for Danica when she finally made an appearance for the night.
Should she take off the trench coat and let Danica see her in her lingerie?
I know I can get her worked up again. It had been an hour and a half since they had sex at the club.
More than enough time to get Danica’s blood flowing once more.
Maybe I’ll dress in her clothes. Did Danica own T-shirts? Alicia went to the bureau.
She encountered an old photograph in a simple black picture frame.
It was a little girl with black hair and a woman with curly red hair. The burn scars were gone, but Alicia instantly recognized a younger version of Julia. The girl must have been Danica.
Cool obsidian instantly warmed beneath Alicia’s fingertips the moment she picked up the picture. She studied the smiles on both mother and child’s faces. A happy little girl without a care in the world. A woman living in the moment and not thinking of what tomorrow brought.
She has a picture of her mother in her room. Was it the only one she had? Had she ever found Julia’s box in her suitcase?
“Well, well.” An ominous voice made her jump in her flats. “Look who it is.”
Alicia turned, picture still in hand. Fuck. Russell Moreau stood in a simple dress shirt and trousers. Coupled with his silver hair, he almost looked attractive. Almost. “Good evening, Mr. Moreau.” Wow. It sure didn’t hold the same power as when she said that name to her girlfriend.
“I’m certain we both did have good evenings, Ms. Colbert.” Russell stood in the bedroom doorway, arms crossed. Even if Alicia wanted to leave, she was trapped. “You must have quite a good time with my daughter to keep coming back even after our… talks.”
“You mean your threats?”
“Hmph.” Russell sighed. “I don’t want to be a sore in your backside, like I don’t want you to be one in mine, Ms. Colbert. I’m sure you’re taken by my daughter. She certainly seems taken in by you. I must admit, I’ve never seen her like this before.”
Alicia managed to stand her ground, even though her body trembled in… fuck, it was fear. “We do not embellish when we claim to be in love.”
“That’s unfortunate. A father does not want to see his daughter’s heart broken.”
The picture frame lowered to the bureau. “You still want me gone?”
“I wanted you gone a month ago.”
Alicia braced herself.
“If it’s money you’re intent on having, Ms. Colbert, I am prepared to make you an offer even I consider audacious. Twenty million dollars is yours if you’ll leave this city for good and have no further contact with my daughter. Did you hear that? Twenty million.”
“I’m sure that’s chump change to you.”
“Don’t play a hand you don’t have.” Easy to tell where Danica got her manner of speaking from. “That’s more than a generous offer.”
“Unfortunately, I have no interest in money.”
“I don’t think you understand, Ms. Colbert.” His voice was ice, freezing her bones. “This is your final chance to leave peacefully. I do not wish to forcefully…”
“Father.”
Both Alicia and Russell slammed their lips tight. Danica shut the double doors to her chambers behind her and advanced on her father. She spared Alicia one look of concern.
“Don’t mind me. We were having a chat.” Russell ambled toward the entrance, fangs dragging against his bottom lip. “Ms. Colbert was insistent that she’s fond of you, Danica.”
“You should be happy for us. You always say it’s about time I marry.”
The unimpressed demeanor hurled in their direction could cut the emerald on Alicia’s hand. I’m not the type he hoped his daughter would marry.
“Anyway, can I help you with something? You’re in my chambers for a reason.”
“Yes.” Russell looked away from Alicia as if she truly was nothing more than a fleck of lint. “I wanted to check in with you about the meeting with the Murphys. I didn’t know you would be bringing home a… friend.”
“My girlfriend,” Danica reminded him. “You can expect to see her around more often.”
“We’ll see.” Russell saw himself out. “Goodnight, lovebirds. Enjoy the night while it lasts.” Mr. Nigel Clayborn was waiting on the other side of the double doors for him.
Danica caught a glimpse of Alicia shivering in her trench coat. “What is it?”
“Some chills.” So many chills.
She caressed Alicia’s hairline when she spoke. “I have the biggest bathtub in New England. Might be nice to have someone with me for once.”
Alicia managed a weak smile. She could never say no to this woman. Nor could she say no to a bubble bath with Danica naked and wrapped around her.