“I love you,” she insisted, denying any pithiness in those words. There was nothing concise about confessing love, especially when that love encompassed a level of emotion that Alicia could not explain.
She would do anything for her. She would doanythingif it meant feeling Danica’s body against hers, hearing her voice, and experiencing her passion within her heart every day.
Anything she asked in this moment? Alicia would have agreed to it. Any humiliation. Any degradation. Any of it was fair game when Alicia Colbert was so deep in this love.
She almost wept when Danica fell with her onto the bed.
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. Abouther. 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 ofyouto 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 aroom.
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 livingroom, 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.
