Beautifully Revealed (11 page)
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Authors: Bethany Bazile
My hand moves to his chin and I can feel his jaw flexing as his mouth moves aggressively against mine. I don’t care what happens thirty minutes
from now. I know I need him and I’ve always been good at taking what I want. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, but when my hand gets to his belt buckle, they’re steady and quick. I get a head rush from feeling him hot and heavy against my palm. I’m dizzy with the excitement of tasting him.
He refuses to end the kiss, his mouth following mine as I move away, but I’m determined to taste him so I drop to my knees, pulling his pants and underwear down as I go. I breathe him in, my nose caressing his shaft while my tongue flickers over his tightened sac. He leans back against the desk and his abdominal muscles flex as I lick him from the base to the bulbous tip of h
is cock. He watches me as I slide his thick length to the back of my throat. His eyes grow heavier and heavier as I maneuver him in and out my warm mouth, being sure to apply powerful suction to the tip and gentle licks over the pulsating veins.
His legs begin to quiver
, and I’m seconds away from tasting his explosion all over my tongue when he pulls me off by my hair. He pulls me up within inches of his face and stares at me. He’s breathing heavily and the muscle in his jaw twitches when I grip his erection in my hand. He tears my shirt open before moving in behind me and pushing me down against the desk.
Oh…I can’t wait.
Cool air caresses my ass when he raises my skirt around my waist. He tears my thong off and drops it on the desk in front of me like a symbol of what he’s going to do to me. One thick finger grazes my clit and I wiggle backwards to extend the contact, but the sharp sting of his palm smacking my ass causes me to jerk forward. My pussy throbs, in need of his thick possession. He leans over me with his cock pressing against my wet entrance and his hot breath at my ear.
“Your pussy is begging me to fuck it.”
Oh god please…
“What are you waiting for?” I whine.
He slides in so quickly my breath catches then I ride the wave of pleasure that always follows his possession. His hands come around and pull my bra down until my breasts pop out, exposing my erect nipples. He rolls them between his fingers and it fuels him to thrust faster and deeper.
“Oh…oh that’s
good…so good…so good,” I chant with each inward thrust. He adjusts and now his sharp thrusts rub perfectly against my g-spot, my body begins to tremble so I reach back and grip his arm. His muscles bunch under my hand, but his rhythm doesn’t falter as I come with a throaty moan. I reach between my legs to caress my clit to prolong the incredible sensation, but it only causes me to come again, and Liam is forced to slow down to accommodate my withering motions. He caresses my back and kisses my neck until my tremors subside.
He resumes with his deep strokes, the slapping sound of his motions and raspy grunts echo in the room. He’s relentless in his pursuit of completion, minutes pass and I’m riding on the edge of another climax. When his rhythm finally breaks, he lets go of my hips and cups my breast. His sweat
-soaked body covers my back and he pants into my ear. His body jerks and he comes with a whispered cry into my ear. That sound and the way he’s rolling my nipples with his fingers tip me over the edge and I climax hard, wailing loudly into the quiet office.
********
“You seem different today,” Cayden observes.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re glowing, h
appy even. What’s going on?”
He’s going to fuck up my
high, but honesty is the first rule when I walk through that door so… “That’s because I had sex with Liam less than two hours ago and I feel amazing.”
He stares at me quietly
, his frown deepening with each passing second. He runs a hand through his hair or maybe he’s trying to pull his hair out, I can’t tell. “You are probably the most difficult, most stubborn patient I’ve ever had.”
“
Nothing has ever come easily to me, and that reflects on everyone around me.” I answer.
“Let’s talk a little about your relationship with Liam Maddox.”
My stomach flutters at the mention of his name and my guard immediately comes up. “What about my relationship?”
“Let me start by asking if you know what codependency is?”
“Cayden.” The brisk warning in my tone is not disguised.
“We really need to explore this
, Isabella,” he says watching me from his all-knowing chair. I remain silent because I can already feel my temper rising.
“I’m just going to lay it all out for you Isabella, because sometime
s we need others to help us see the full picture.”
I
feel cornered, my tension is at red alert, and I hate where this session is headed.
“You were violated as a child
so you turned to sex to feel better, but instead you became addicted. Once you broke free of your abuser you found Lucas and clung to him like a lifeline. You forced yourself into a relationship with him because you needed to be accepted and loved. Problem is he never knew you and you lied to make sure he never did. Then you jump out of one destructive relationship into another. You cling to Liam even harder then you did Lucas because he sees through your lies and you finally found someone who heard your cries for help.”
“I cling on to Liam because I’ve never felt anything like this before
.” I didn’t mean to cut him off, but I couldn’t remain quiet any longer. “When I used to hear women say they were addicted to a man, I thought it was the dumbest bullshit I ever heard. Now here I am, I can’t sleep, eat or breathe without that man. You don’t understand the headiness of that addiction until it’s embedded in you and you’re trapped. I love him, and I’m not afraid to say it anymore.”
“Are you sure you’re not mistaking sex for love because from what you’ve told me, Liam
had issues with his mother and may be struggling with the same sense of unworthiness as you. So I have to ask you how two people who feel unworthy of love can possibly love each other?”
“Don’t do this
, Cayden. Please don’t try to take away the only thing that’s right in my life.”
“That’s not what this is about
, Isabella. I want to see you healthy, but your relationship with Liam may hinder that.”
“I don’t care!
” I yell at him.
He watches me
totally unaffected by my outburst so I take a deep breath and center myself because he’s only trying to help me. “Look Cayden, I took psychology in college and I know I’m the poster child for codependency. I have self esteem issues, I lie so people won’t reject me, I mask the pain of my past, I use sex to feel valued and the list goes on and on. Does that mean I never deserve to find love? Because that’s exactly what brought me here and now you’re saying I can’t have that.”
“You deserve to be loved, but not by a man who talks about
you like you’re his possession. A man who can’t even see you talk to another man without erupting.”
“So Liam’s possessive and jealous, nobody’s perfect Cayden. If those are his biggest flaws
, then I can live with that because I have far worse flaws.”
“Isabella, he shows up in the middle of the night for sex after asking you for space, and then he walks o
ut. You’re a sex addict. He might as well have stuck a needle in your arm and left you alone to ride out your high. He used sex to make sure you remembered he owned you.”
This conversation is
going from bad to worse. I’m fully aware of how fucked up my relationship with Liam is, but I don’t care. Cayden is adamantly fighting a battle he will ultimately lose because nothing short of death will keep me from Liam.
“He doesn’t even know the details of my past or about my sexual addiction. He knows I’m damaged
, but I’ve kept the details from him so don’t make it seem like he’s feeding my disease when he isn’t even aware of it.”
“You need to tell him
.”
“I know, and I will but
…the fear and shame are really hard to overcome.”
“If he loves you
then he will accept you as you are.”
“He already has.
I’m the one who needs to accept me.”
“That’s what I’m here for
.” He smiles at me cockily.
“Are you always this aggressive?”
“Are you always this stubborn?” He fires back.
“Yes
,” we answer in unison, and I can only sit back and smile at him. I met my match in Dr. Cayden Knight. He takes my shit then throws it right back at me. I couldn’t imagine anyone being able to pull this much out of me, but he’s just what I need and his timing is impeccable.
Liam
“Your attitude is shit,” Gabby says as she gathers up the files on my desk and puts them all into her bag.
“Thanks, I really needed someone to
point that out for me,” I say sarcastically.
“You need to let that woman come home. She’s almost as miserable as you are.”
“Since when did you become her staunch supporter?” Gabby has been really reserved about Ella. She rarely even comments when I bring her name up. This one hundred eighty-degree turn in her opinion towards Ella is strange to say the least.
“She’s growing on me. We went to lunch a couple days ago and I felt the same
depressive vibe from her that I’m getting from you now.”
“You went to lunch together? What happened to her being a little too wild for you?”
“She is wild, but no tame woman would be able to keep up with you anyway. I can tell she loves you though.”
“I know she loves me. I
t’s her not trusting me with her secrets that are the problem. And the men…every time I turn around there’s a new one panting after her.”
“Sounds like you’re having trust issues too. Besides you’re one
of the most eligible bachelors around. Women are always chasing after you. If she could live with that then you need to adjust, too.”
Tell that to the jealous rage that boils in me when another man so much as touches her.
When she left my office two days ago, she left with a piece of my sanity. I know I need to let her come home or end this relationship soon because the push and pull is physically draining.
“Just promise me you’ll go talk to her an
d see what you two can work out because I can’t stand another day of your sour attitude.”
“You want me to talk with the queen of non-communication
? I can’t promise you anything, but maybe I’ll go see her tonight.”
Isabella
Wednesday night I curl up on Rich’s sofa with a tub of Ben & Jerry’s chocolate therapy. I rarely eat ice cream, but I guess it’s one of those automatic remedies to alleviate the pain of missing a man.
Rich is out with Lillian so I decide to watch
Shrek the Third
. I’m not sure if it’s due to my fucked up childhood or not, but I love these kids movies. Besides, with all of the subtle innuendos in these movies, they’re probably more geared towards adults.
A knock at the door interrupts the movie about halfway through. I pause
it and head to the door, annoyed by someone intruding on my alone time.
“What are you doing her
e?” Cayden was the last person I expected to see at my door.
“I’m here to take you to dinner,” he announces. I grimace at him
because I’m not in the mood to go out or deal with people in general.
“I already ate,” I lie, unless you consider ice cream a meal.
“No you didn’t, Isabella. You’re moping around in a state of depression over a man. You’re going to go get dressed and let me take you out so you can begin to function normally. Being cooped up in here is counterproductive.”
I stare at him, silently praying for him to disappear, but he just leans against the door frame and crosses his arms.
“Fine.” I pout as I let him in.
He watches
me turn the television off, gather the blanket, and pick up the empty ice cream container.
“
Shrek
?”
“Did you come here to insult my choice of movie
s?” Okay, I’m being snarky, but I really wanted to be left alone tonight.
“No,
you’re just very unpredictable,” he answers.
“There’s nothing interesting about being predictable. If I wore the same clothes every day, I’d look dull. If I ate the same food everyday it
would taste bland. When something or someone unexpected hits you, the sensation is exhilarating.”
“
You are exhilarating Isabella, more than you even know.”
I’m not sure if that’s true, but I know I haven’t been feeling anywhere near exhilarated lately. I
head into my room to get dressed, and going by Cayden’s jeans and t-shirt, I dress casually then I grudgingly leave with Cayden for dinner.