Bonds of Attraction (Full Length Erotic Romance Novel) (20 page)

I rubbed my eyes. When I opened them, I felt
a pang of sadness hit me like an electric shock. The folders before me were
depressing for the first time ever. They weren’t depressing because they were
pathetic; the folders represented hope. These people all wanted love and they
were looking to me to deliver it. Meanwhile, I couldn’t even decide how I felt
about one man who I had sex with once.

What had happened between Leon and I could be
boiled down to simply sex. We had both wanted physical gratification and we got
it. It just happened to have occurred on the anniversary of his best friend’s
death. And my sadness over his pain wasn’t because I felt any sort of real
feelings towards him. No, if I had seen that story on television or in a movie,
I would probably have been just as moved to tears. The fact that it was a person
who I had interacted with only gave it someone to attach those feelings to.

I put on some music. I turned up the
expensive speakers and got up from my desk and walked over to my private
bathroom. It was small, tiny by any standards. Sitting down on the closed
toilet seat, I locked the door needlessly. The light cast shadows all around
me. All around the bathroom were pictures of the sea and paintings of all
things maritime related. It had seemed a fitting little decor.

My eyes closed. I slowly bit my lower lip
with increasing pressure as I started to form a picture of Leon in my mind.
There was no sadness in his eyes. He stood before me, naked and glistening with
sweat. My hand found the wetness between my thighs and I focused all of my
frustration and angst into that area.

The fantasy washed over the bathroom. Soon my
surroundings were all gone and there was nothing except the growing pleasure of
my hand’s movement and the image of Leon before me. His cock was as hard as
stone and wanting. In his eyes, I saw nothing but lust. When he looked at me,
everything about him looked hungry. He pointed a finger at me and beckoned me
towards him.

I was clad in leather. A thong stretched
tight over my thighs connected in the back to a string that was supposed to be
a bra. My nipples poked around the sides of the tiny bra, hard and wanting.
Around my neck there was a leather collar that was pulled tight and connected
to the rest of the leather garments. My hair was pulled back tight and I wore
crimson lipstick.

I was on all fours and I slowly inched my way
towards Leon, taking my time to move very slowly. His cock pulsed with want and
I could see him clenching his fists as he watched my body flow with every move
towards him. When I reached him, he put his hand under my chin and raised my
face to look at his. His cock was inches from my face, the warmth of the blood
that flowed down there radiating from it.

Leon lifted me up and turned me around. On my
feet, he pushed me against a wall and spread my legs. His cock rested against
my ass cheeks and one of his hands grabbed the ponytail that was tightly
wrapped on the back of my head. He pulled back and I looked up to the sky,
moaning loudly. His free hand moved between my legs and found the spot that
made me cry out loudly.

Hot breath warmed my ear and his tongue
slowly slid around the lower lobe. Through the breathing, his voice was clear
and seductive, barely above a whisper.

“I’m going to fuck you like you want to be
fucked,” he whispered. I moved my hips up and down and my ass rubbed against
his firm cock. “You’re going to come for me.”

I nodded my head quickly in agreement. I
could feel the massive rod of his manhood against me, knowing where it
belonged. I reached back behind me to grab him and his hands grabbed my wrist.
The leather bracelets that I was wearing were tied together and now I was
bound. Leon roughly grabbed me and I felt myself thrown on a bed, face down.

He began to lick my lower back lustfully as
his hand returned to my hair. He pulled back just as his tongue began to slide
down between my ass cheeks. His tongue moved all around, the sensation rocking
through my entire body. He pulled my hair harder and I cried out as his tongue
found my clit. He sucked and licked, my body racked with pleasure.

An orgasm was building up. As I could feel it
approaching, Leon pulled back and then I felt him pressing his cock against me.
He slid it against my lips and moved it up and down on my clit. I could take no
more and I pushed back. Leon thrust himself completely into me and my nerves
exploded and I saw stars.

The bathroom was far away. My hand rubbed
furiously. I bit down on my lips, imagine Leon thrusting in and out of me
without slowing. There were no caresses, no gentleness. He was fucking me to
make me come.

Leon turned me over. His hands moved under my
ass and lifted me up, arching my back. He pushed deep into me, pounding me with
his hard cock over and over. Still holding one hand under my ass, he took one
hand and grabbed the leather strap around my neck. He pulled me against him as
he thrust and I knew that my orgasm would wait no longer.

Stars exploded behind my eyes. I knocked
against the bathroom walls and my leg kicked out as the orgasm broke. Leon
stared at me, a smile on his lips as he continued to push in and out of me. His
body moved with incredible speed as waves of orgasm crashed over me, washing
away everything.

The orgasm peaked and then began to slow. My
eyes hurt from closing them so hard and I opened them. The scene had dissipated
instantly and I was back in my bathroom. In front of me, a painting of a boat
with a large whale under it greeted my vision. I sat there for a few minutes,
reveling in the feeling of my orgasm. I was starting to feel better already.

I washed my hands and walked out of the
bathroom. A touch of anxiety hit me when I wondered if maybe April might have
heard me. But when I looked around my office, everything was the same as I left
it and the blinds were still closed. The music was loud enough to mask even the
loudest, raunchiest sex and I had only been pleasuring myself. Despite the
moans in the fantasy, I knew that I had stayed silent.

I turned down the music and walked out of my
office. April was at the door signing for our lunch delivery. When I smelled
the food, my appetite roared out in approval. My mouth watered and I grabbed my
food greedily, thanking April warmly before returning to my office.

I ate with chopsticks while I read another
file. The curry tofu dish was extremely spicy, just how I liked it. I breathed
out of my mouth to cool my tongue, now on fire, as I drank copious amounts of
Thai tea. It was loaded with sugar, but I was thankful April had ordered one
for me.

The file before me was a lawyer in her
mid-thirties. Her stark black hair adorned a beautiful face that blue eyes
shone out from. During our interview, I remembered her as being an assertive
and confident woman. Yet when she told me about her ideal man, it somehow
contradicted the image she put forth of herself.

“I just want a man to take control,” she
said. “I want a man who’s not afraid to be dominant, although not aggressive,
of course.”

I thought about the word dominant. Going over
her file, a lot seemed to match up with Leon. Even my memory of our meeting a
few weeks ago lined up with my idea of a woman who might work for Leon. Why was
it just now that I had found this file? I wracked my brain for answers as to
why I had not thought of her before. Andrea Locke, a beautiful lawyer looking
for a man just like Leon Christensen.

I tossed the folder to the side in disgust.
The idea of hooking her up with Leon immediately brought a sense of revulsion
in me, as though I was betraying myself by matching them. I took a large bite
of food and chewed angrily, unsure as to why I was all of a sudden so
distraught. If I didn’t think they’d be a good match, I simply wouldn’t match
them. So what was the problem?

The problem was that I did think they’d make
a good match. I didn’t want to match them simply because I held onto some
misplaced notion about Leon.

You have feelings for him, I thought
suddenly.

As quickly as the thought came, I crushed it.
I would not behave as if I cared for this man. I might hold him in high esteem
when it came to sex, but it was laughable to think that I was falling in love
with Leon Christensen. Even the idea of falling in love was far-fetched for me,
let alone with a guy like Leon Christensen, gorgeous or not.

The file loomed large on my desk. It became
instantly clear to me that this was the solution. While I had tried to find my
way out through Marilyn, I was now going to match him with Andrea Locke. It was
final.

My heart racing, I picked up the folder and
ran out of my office. The food was still open and hot on my desk,
half-finished. As I ran out, I turned to April.

“April, I’m going out for a little while. I
should be back before we close for the day, but if you’re done with your work
today, feel free to take off early.”

“Thank you, Miss Facet,” April said to my
back as I hurried out of the office.

I drove fast. My foot became lead against the
gas pedal as I raced towards Leon’s office. It dawned on me suddenly that I had
no idea if he was even there, but I didn’t want to call him. Instead, I brought
up Stills’s number and rang him.

“Hello?” Stills said.

“Stills, this is Julie Faucet,” I said. My
heart beat like a snare drum roll. What if Leon was right beside him? Worse,
what is Leon had already told Stills about last night?

“Hey Julie, what’s up?” Stills asked warmly.
If he knew or not, it was obvious he didn’t care.

“Well, I’m looking for Leon. I have a match
for him and it’s imperative that I present it to him soon.”

“Oh yeah?” Stills asked, his voice growing
excited. “Well, I just left his office like half an hour ago and he was still
there. I’m pretty sure he’s going to be there till the end of the day, so you
can catch him on his office line if he’s not picking up his cell phone. You
need the number?”

“No, thanks, but I already have it,” I lied.
“Thanks Stills. When I know any more I’ll definitely let you know how Leon’s
case is going.”

“Excellent, thanks!”

I hung up. I raced down the highway even
faster, not caring if any cops were around. Miraculously, I arrived at Leon’s
office without incident or speeding ticket. When I pulled up the building, my
stomach was tied in a knot and my heart pounded against my ribcage like a
jackhammer. I breathed in and out slowly, following my breath in order to calm
myself down. After a full minute of this, I finally felt composed enough to go
inside.

The security guard recognized me instantly.
He escorted me to an elevator and told me to have a nice day. I smiled brightly
at him and thanked him for being so helpful. At no point did he ask me if Leon
was expecting me or if I had an appointment. As the elevator rose, I wondered
if Leon had told his staff to let me come up. Or maybe he had seen me in a
security camera, although I didn’t remember seeing any security monitors in his
office. No, it was probably that I was a non-threatening woman who was seen with
him before. I wondered how Marilyn would have been treated if she had just
waltzed in like I did.

The elevator doors opened. I stormed into
Leon’s office. When I saw him sitting behind his desk, I felt a wave of
conflicting emotions. I immediately wanted to run over to him and embrace him
and then slap him. Instead, I stood before his desk and eyed him angrily.
The folder weighed heavily under my arm.

“Julie,” Leon said, his voice giving away a
hint of confusion. His face looked surprised when he saw me. I saw a flash of
the previous night’s warmth in his face before it vanished. His smile, full of
white teeth and snarky wit, returned to quickly mask any actual emotion.

“It’s such a pleasure to see you,” he said,
holding out the word pleasure like the sound of it filled him with ecstasy.

“It’s so nice to see you,” I said curtly.
“You left like a criminal this morning. I didn’t get a chance to talk to you.”

Leon held his hands out palms open. “Oh yeah,
I’m sorry about that. I had to run. Work beckoned.” He motioned around his
office as if it were all the explanation necessary. “Did you want me to wake
you up for a little morning fun?”

I made every effort not to show that he had
hit a nerve. The truth was that I had actually wanted him again in the morning.
Standing before him, I was not about to admit that.

“Please, sit,” Leon said, his arm extended
towards one of the chairs. I sat down and crossed my legs before him. His eyes
scanned me from feet to breasts and then returned to my face. “You look absolutely
delicious this afternoon. Although I must say I preferred how you looked last
night.”

Leon Christensen had returned to his old,
crude self. I felt my annoyance grow hotter until it bubbled into anger. Last
night was a distant memory for him, as though it had never even happened.

“Leon,” I said, unsure as to what to say
next. I had come over here to present this file to him and show him that I
didn’t care about him, but now I wondered if this had been a mistake. He was
staring at me, curious as to what I was about to say. “I’d like to talk about
last night. That was highly unorthodox for me.”

Leon raised an eyebrow. For a moment, I saw
something in his face that echoed his vulnerability from the previous night. It
vanished like a ghost at sunrise.

“Well, we can arrange for something more
orthodox in the future, if that would better suit you. Is that what you’d like
for next time?” He asked, grinning madly at me. Leon leaned back in his chair
and crossed his legs.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” I said. His
tone had hurt me. Despite my fantasy in my office bathroom, I was not looking
for a fuck from him. I felt a flux of confusion over my own feelings at what
exactly I wanted from this man.

Leon Christensen could seem to care less
about what had happened last night. His attitude was dismissive, as though we
had simply been sparring partners at the gym or had an informal business
meeting. Yet I had seen tears flow from those eyes that rivaled the rain that
fell against the roof. Had that all been a lie?

“Oh, my mistake,” Leon said slyly. “I’m such
a fool. Of course you don’t want to be orthodox. I do have leather straps and
harnesses at my house. I can tie you up. Would you like that?”

I was speechless. Leon stared at me and
continued on.

“You definitely come with ease, so I’ll have
to hold off on too much pleasure, but I can see that you’d just love being
teased. And I’d really love to see just how far you can take my cock down your
throat. You certainly had no problem riding me last night. Believe me, a lot of
women have trouble with a man of my caliber.” He motioned towards his crotch
crudely.

“I’ll start by tying you up and laying you
face down on the bed. I’ll run a feather over your back, barely touching the
skin. I can do this for as long as you want or as long as I want, but you’ll
writhe in agony before I let you even touch me. Of course, with your hands
bound, you can only use your mouth. But I know that your tongue moves just to
my liking.”

Leon stood up. He walked over to the sink and
poured himself a glass of water. Then he poured another one and placed it down
before me. I stared at him, too angry to speak. I still held the folder under
my arm, staring at him incredulously.

Was he really this much of an asshole?

“I’ll stand before you, and you’ll suck on me
for a while. Maybe if you’re really good, I’ll let you swallow every drop of
me. It’s always nice to come a couple of time during sex, wouldn’t you agree?”
He asked, pausing to study me. “Of course. But then I’ll work on you with some
of my toys. Are you into butt play?”

I felt my anger well inside of me, mixing
with my hurt feelings. It was like a repeat of our first meeting, only worsened
because now we had already had sex. His words were like blades to me, cutting
deep. One night stands and limited sexual encounters were no problem for me,
but to be insulted this way afterwards?

“Leon, I’m not here to talk about your
childish and perverted little fucking fantasies,” I snarled. I contemplated
throwing my glass of water into his face and storming out and decided against
it. However crude he was being, I was not going to lower myself to such an act
of outright anger.

“I’m just full of mistakes today, I know. I
apologize, I really do,” Leon said, his voice sardonic and harsh. “I mean, why
just talk, right? Although imagining you wrapped in leather, my cock down your
throat, it sounds so wonderful. I’m already growing hard. Do you want to come
around and feel it?”

“Are you going to just sit there and sexually
harass me or do you want to hear why I’m here? Your bullshit is growing old.” I
was growing red in the face with anger. He was pushing me, hard. Even though I
knew he was doing it, it didn’t stop it from hurting. “You can stop trying to
push me away by being such a tool.  I didn’t come here to profess my love
for you, you big hunk, you.”

Leon smiled. “I imagine not,” he said. I
could almost detect the slightest hint of sadness in his voice and I dismissed
it as part of his act. “But if you want, I can bend you over the desk? In all
seriousness, why not?”

He put his feet up on his desk and eyed me
curiously. If I hadn’t been so angry and offended, it was possible that I might
have slept with him one more time before finally writing him off as a client
forever. But Leon was acting like an angry little boy, lashing out at those
around him. Although I admitted to myself that I was glad that I had relieved
some of my tension before heading over here. It helped me to turn him down.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I came here to talk
business with you, Leon. Although it’s beyond difficult to resist your charm,”
I said sarcastically.

Leon laughed. “I’ve been told my charm is
without equal. Alright, we’ll talk business. Have you come here to reconsider
my offer?”

I paused to think. What was Leon’s offer? I
searched through my memory for any clues as to what he was talking about.

“What offer?” I asked, capitulating to my
cluelessness about what he was talking about.

“The job offer,” he said, the edge in his
voice increasing. “You know, at my club. You could be a performer.”

The anger flared up again. With it, I felt a
bitter disappointment. Whatever I had seen in Leon Christensen last night was
gone, locked up behind the crass person that sat before me.

“I’m gainfully employed, thank you,” I said
bitterly. “Is that all? Are there any more brilliant quips from the witty Leon
Christensen? ‘Oh, would you like me to strap you down or put you on stage to be
fucked in front of a nightclub?’’’ I said, mocking his voice. “You hold
yourself in such high esteem, don’t you?” I asked angrily.

My anger turned against me more than it
focused on Leon. The idea that I could have cared for this miscreant was even
more laughable now, but I was in no mood for laughter. I couldn’t believe that
I had allowed myself to have any feelings for him. I’d had sex with assholes
before, absolutely, but I never allowed them to linger for much longer than an
evening after the act. Now, I was standing before one that I had been sure I
was growing attached to.

“Of course,” Leon said, smiling.

I tossed the folder on his desk. It slid
across the slick wood and stopped right before Leon’s fingers. He picked it up
curiously and opened it, his eyes scanning the sheets. A look of understanding
dawned on him and he turned to look back at me.

“Maybe you’ll find what you’re looking for in
her,” I said harshly. Leon disregarded me completely as he leafed through the
file. He read through the pages, feigning interest.

“She looks fantastic,” he said, his voice
filled with wonder. “So this visit really is all about business. If I go out
with Miss Locke here, does this mean our business is concluded?”

I put back on my professionalism and
contemplated his question like I would have if somebody else had asked it.

“Not exactly. If the match goes well, your
file will be put on hold. But given our brief and unpleasant history, I’m going
to say that once you go on a date, I’m closing your file.”

“Unpleasant? That’s certainly not what your
face said last night while you bounced up and down on me. The fireplace roaring
next to us, your wonderful breasts moving with our rhythm. Coming inside of you
was so pleasant.”

I stood up and kicked the chair back. My
temper shattered and I stared at Leon furiously.

“Shut up, you fucking boy,” I hissed. “You
may be able to push around the women who like to be your little submissives,
but not me. You’re all gusto now, but last night you were a scared little boy,
crying about his dead friend. Your tears were so touching. Poor little Leon
Christensen, a little rich kid whose other rich friend killed himself over a
girl.”