Bonds of Attraction (Full Length Erotic Romance Novel) (12 page)

We made arrangements to meet that night and
hung up. I held up Marilyn’s folder and eyed it disapprovingly. This was my ticket
out of Leon Christensen’s life. I tossed it onto my desk and turned up the
music again.

That evening, I met Leon Christensen in his
main office across town. The building stood plainly, not giving off the glamour
and mystique of his other establishments. When I walked into the main lobby, a
security guard escorted me to the elevators and cordially pressed the button
for Leon’s floor. I thanked him and waited silently in the elevator as it
climbed up. Nervousness picked at my heart and I felt every single second pass
with growing anxiety.

The elevator door opened as I took a deep
breath. Exhaling, I stepped out of the elevator into a spacious office that was
well-furnished and comfortable looking. Plants lined the walls and windows of
his office. A large conference desk was in the center of the room. In the
corner was a door that led to a separate office that was enclosed with glass
walls. Behind the glass walls, I could see Leon sitting at a desk, his eyes
fixated on a computer.

Leon noticed me and raised a hand in a
welcoming gesture. I walked over to his office and opened the door slowly. Leon
rose when he saw me and walked over, his hand extended. I took his hand and we
shook, exchanging polite smiles.

“Hello, Julie. Thank you for agreeing to meet
me at my office,” Leon said as he began to sit back down at his desk. I sat
down in a plush leather chair that was positioned in front of the desk.

“You’re welcome.”

His eyes fell on the folder that was in my
hand. Marilyn’s file.

“Is the love of my life in that folder?” Leon
asked, a smile spreading across his face.

His teeth shined perfect and white. Flashes
of my previous night’s fantasy raced through my mind. I could feel his breath
warming the flesh of my neck as his hands slid down around my thighs, gripping
me tight. The feel of his muscles flexed and rigid with want pushing against
me, making me grow wet and wanting.

“Unless the love of your life is a stack of
papers, I’d have to say no, she’s not in here,” I said, smiling wryly. Leon’s
smile widened and he raised his eyebrows at me. He held out his hands open
palmed, a gesture of capitulation.

I imagined those hands gripped around my
lower back, pulling me close. His mouth would taste sweet when his tongue
worked against mine. Something firm would press against my stomach as he held
me against him and I’d have to fight not to reach down and rub my hand against
him.

“I’d like you to go over this file. I think
that this may be a solid match for you,” I said, my voice remaining steady. I
pushed down thoughts of Leon’s fingers caressing my nipples as he breathed
against my neck. I held out the folder brusquely to Leon, practically throwing
it in his face. He reached out and plucked the folder from my fingers, eyebrows
raised as he studied me. I hadn’t meant to be so aggressive and now I was doing
everything in my power not to blush out of embarrassment.

“Thank you,” he said, eyeing me suspiciously.
For one panicked moment, I was sure that he was reading my thoughts and knew
how badly I had lusted after him. If he were to stand up and tear off my
clothes before throwing me on his desk, I might just let him. A wild desire
arose through my alarm for him to do exactly that.

Leon’s eyes lingered on me for what seemed
like eons, but could not have been more than a second or two, before they fell
down to the folder. He opened up the folder and took out the papers delicately,
as if they were fragile and required the utmost of care. Soon he was scanning
the pages. A look of delight spread across his face and I felt a full onslaught
of panic when I realized that I successfully found him a match.

A sound cut through my haze and I looked up
to Leon, puzzled. The sound was laughter. Leon was laughing hysterically.

He tossed down the papers on his desk and
leaned back in his chair. There were a few last hitches of laughter before he
turned to me, barely able to contain his glee. For a moment, he composed
himself and studied me, then another round of laughter erupted from him and he
was rubbing his eyes, apparently so amused with himself that he was brought to
tears.

I sat in my chair, front and center stage for
this little show. Flashes of anger sparked inside of me; I felt left out of his
little joke.

“What’s so funny?” I asked defiantly. My brow
furrowed as I watched him. It was as if he laughed at my inner desires for him,
forever unrealized.

“This file,” Leon said, containing his
laughter. “Trust me, this is very funny.”

My anger dissipated into confusion. I
stumbled over my thoughts as I desperately searched for what could have gone
wrong with this match. I had gone over the file numerous times before I felt
satisfied that this would at least prove a good start. All my effort to make
sure there was no room for error had resulted in Leon roaring in laughter. How?

“Why?” I asked, containing my confusion and
hoping I sounded assertive, knowing I didn’t. “Marilyn Benedict is as close a
match as I typically find. She has a similar educational background. All her
interests are either the same as yours or they line up very well. She’s not too
young nor is she too old, and she’s very attractive, I can assure you. Her
sexual proclivities are even the same as yours!”

Leon watched me curiously as I made the case
for Marilyn. Yet he seemed to only grow more delighted with every word I spoke.

“She is very attractive, no doubt about
that.” Leon said. “And yes, her sexual proclivities are definitely in line with
mine.”

I studied Leon closely, trying to understand
the meaning of what he was saying, feeling that I was just on the brink of
getting what he meant. Yet I was still in the dark.

“What are you getting at?” I asked.

“Marilyn Benedict is a former lover of mine,”
Leon said, laughing again. “You tried to set me up with a woman who I was
already with.”

Marilyn’s seemingly perfect match, the
unsettling feeling I had when talking to her, Leon’s laughter when he saw the
folder, his amusement when I defended my choice, it all clicked. Marilyn was
his ex. I had tried to match Leon Christensen with his ex-girlfriend.

“Marilyn Benedict is your ex-girlfriend,” I
said slowly, shaking my head. It was too crazy to just be coincidence.

“No,” Leon said. “She is a former lover, not
a former girlfriend. I had to break things off when she became a little too
attached.”

I felt a bizarre mixture of relief and
exasperation. Leon Christensen would not be out of my life just yet, but I was
back at square one.

“We met at one of my clubs. She seemed like
the perfect sub. We had been a pair, which is different than a couple, for a
few weeks. Marilyn had been perfect in every way in the art of submission. It
was if she could read my mind in what I wanted her to do. What I demanded of
her. With her, it really was an art.”

“Then what happened?” I asked.

“Would you like to hear the whole story?”

“Tell me as much as you can. Since this is a
recent relationship, and especially since she seems to match up with you so
well, at least on paper, it’s relevant. The whole story might help me in the
future when I work on a case file for you.”

My answer was clinical. I did need the
information from him about this relationship. Everything I said was the truth,
but it was not the whole truth. There was something deeper inside me that
desperately needed to hear about what made Leon Christensen tick. This wasn’t
solely about finishing this project. There was no way I was going to reveal any
of that, however.

“Like I said, we met at a club. She didn’t
approach me, that wouldn’t be very sub like. At this point, I was already
established in the role of a Dom, so I didn’t need an initiation like Mrs.
Robinson gave me. There is a subtle way for subs to approach Doms, and Marilyn
gave me all the signals. I approached her and before the night was through, we
had already built up a rapport. Do you want to hear just how she first showed
me just how submissive she could be? She really did enjoy pleasing.”

Leon’s face turned placid as he waited for my
response. I finished writing a brief overview of what he had just said and
looked up to him.

“No, you can just give me the relevant
details about how your relationship developed and then deteriorated. I don’t
need the details about how good she was at sucking your dick or how much she
liked to be chained up. So spare me.” My heart fluttered when I looked at him
and spoke those words. When I said “your dick”, I felt a pang of anxiety in my
heart and between my legs.

“Alright,” he said, smiling politely. “We
established our Dom-sub relationship quickly. Yet it was always within that
context. We didn’t go on typical dates. I never brought her to a movie or a
show.” Leon paused to laugh slightly. “Sure, there were a few dinners, but
typically it was all within the boundaries of Dom-sub. It wasn’t a romantic
relationship in any normal terms. After sex, we didn’t cuddle.”

“How did the relationship deteriorate?”

“She started to become emotionally attached.
It’s somewhat typical that Dom-sub relationships break up if anybody gets
attached. Even people into our sexual lifestyle are normal people who fall in
love and have feelings. It happens. So as I knew that the relationship was
essentially over anyway, I began to push her away. Her feelings were not
normal. She was obsessive.”

“What do you mean, obsessive?”

“I let her sleep at my place a few times.
Most of the time, I’d have her sleep at the foot of the bed,” Leon said, eyeing
me and smiling. “I woke up once and she was lying next to me, snuggled up and
staring at me, wide awake.” Leon paused and took a sip of water. “Also, she was
excellent with computers. She broke into my computer while I was asleep and
read all my emails. The only reason I found out is because I can see the last
time that I logged in.”

“Marilyn studied my entire life. Wherever I
showed up, she happened to be there. If I went out to restaurants with
prospective investors or friends, she would be seated a few tables away,
sometimes alone, sometimes with a girlfriend or two. It was no coincidence.
When I began to act disinterested and push her away, she only clung tighter. On
one occasion, I flatly refused to see her. She showed up at my place with
another girl, trying to seduce me.”

“Did that work?” I asked curiously.

“No, I sent her away. It did work when she
came back with two other girls though.” Leon winked at me. I leveled a cool
look back at him and motioned with my hand for him to continue.

“What was the breaking point?”

“It was all becoming a breaking point. But it
culminated in an incident when she attacked a woman. The woman was an investor.
There was nothing outside of business between us. I didn’t even make a single
flirtatious remark. She was a married woman with kids, I didn’t want to offend
her and ruin our business deal.”

Another flare of anger passed through me.
Apparently this woman was too good to offend while I had been all too perfect
to offend with vile and misogynistic innuendoes.

“Marilyn saw us out to dinner. I didn’t see
her, she was hiding in the restaurant. As I walked out, Marilyn came up behind
us and struck the woman from behind and ran. Luckily the investor never saw who
it was, but before Marilyn ran off, she looked me square in the eyes. When the
police came, I told them I didn’t see who it was and it must have been a failed
robbery or something.

“After that, I broke it off completely,
something I typically don’t have to do. Normally, the women in my life leave
when they see that there is no future. Yet Marilyn has yet to let go, even
after I’ve had a restraining order placed against her. She shows up at my clubs
sometimes and random events, despite the restraining order.”

I wrote furiously to get everything he was
saying down. I read over it quickly when Leon paused his story.

“Wait, why would Marilyn be jealous of
another woman if she already brought other women for you to have sex with? It
doesn’t make sense that she would all of a sudden become jealous.”