Page 5 of Power Struggle

Addison turns on her heel and walks away from the waiter and who I can only assume is his manager, and heads toward the first display that caught my eye when I arrived. I smirk, slowly trailing behind her. She pauses on the outskirts of the small crowd around the glory hole. A waitress passes me, holding a collection of shot glasses. She smiles softly and offers it up to me. Unwilling to look away from Addison, I grab the first one my hand connects with a shoot it back. The harsh burn of Bourbon ignites in a slow, fiery path down my throat, but it’s quickly quelled by the nervous pit in my stomach. It’s go time. Without thought, I exchange the empty shot glass for another.

“Oh, Sir, that’s vod—” she begins. I shrug and tip it back, uncaring that I’ve now mixed three types of alcohol in less than thirty minutes. Fuck it. If I’m going down tonight, I’ll need the buzz.

Nodding at the poor confused waitress, I drop the glass down and head toward Addy, full steam, without pause. A loud groan followed by the distinct sound of a heavy hand slapping a plush ass fills the space between us seconds before I see my girl’s knees wobble. Three long glides, and I have my arm wrapped around her thin waist.

Smaller, my mind barks. She’s smaller than she was before. My heart feels like there’s a tight fist wrapped around it. Oh, Addy, I swallow. I thought she’d been doing better. She was, before you left, my mind tacks on.

Before I can spiral down that particular rabbit hole, Addison gasps. I notice then that her eyes have dropped down to the lilac bracelet on my wrist that perfectly matches one of hers. My eye twitches at the sight of the others adorning her delicate arm. Not for long, I remind myself. Feeling moderately better, I tighten my grip on her with one arm, and drop my hand to her opposite hip, giving it a squeeze. Thinking back to the show she put on just moments ago, I brush my lips across the sensitive skin behind in ear in a way I’ve wanted to for so fucking long.

Years. I’ve loved this woman for years.

“Already causing trouble, Addison?” I whisper, using her full name instead of the hundreds of other things I’d love to call her.

Princess. Baby. Good girl. Perfect little slut. Mistress. Wife.

Mine.

Chapter Four

At first, I think she’s stopped breathing. My mind tells me to let her go. To walk away. Not to fight her if she tries to leave me standing here. I know she has the right to. But I did that before. I gave her space, knowing how much she struggles with connections and vulnerability. I thought I was letting her process the connection between us. The chemistry. The feelings. Instead, she bolted, and like the coward I am, I let her.

No more. I’m here, and I’ll be fucked if I let her go again. So, when her brain inevitably restarts, and she finally puts two and two together, I’m prepared.

“What the actual fuck, Jackson?” she hisses. Her body tenses as she tries to pull away. I refuse to let her. My arm tightens around her waist to the point of pain, but still, I hold on. Every inch of her is aligned with every inch of me, and I’ve never felt anything more right.

I know without a shadow of a doubt that if she’d just let herself—if she’d give in, she’d feel it too. That isn’t me being cocky or trying to force something where it doesn’t exist… that’s the whole truth and the exact reason she ran away before. She got scared. She panicked and reacted the only way she knew how. She lashed out and left me. The mistake she made was not realizing that I’d take her panic. I’d take her anxiety. If she needed to lash out, I’d take that, too. I’d let Addison Hughes walk all over my naked body wearing nothing but her 6-inch stilettos and call me names if that’s what it took to prove my feelings and loyalty. A point I’m willing to prove tonight.

“Miss me?” I murmur with a chuckle. Her free hand wraps around the forearm banded over her middle, and she digs her sharp nails into my skin. I huff out a breath and roll my eyes. “Fight me all you want, Kitten. I’m not letting you go again.” There. I put it on the table for her. Plain and simple. She can’t possibly get my words twisted this time.

She pauses, then lets out a humorless laugh. “That’s assuming I still want you, prick.”

“Ah. Good to see you’re finally admitting you wanted me,” I drawl. “And giving me my first pet name all in the same sentence. How did I ever get so lucky?”

Her nails scrape down my skin so roughly I wouldn’t be surprised if I was bleeding. “Perhaps asshole is more fitting,” she muses. “Maybe cock-blocking, ass-eating, fuckface is—”

“Feel me, Addy,” I breathe, cutting off her adorable tirade as I rub my thumb over her hip in soothing strokes. “Don’t think. Don’t question this. Just fucking feel me. For once in your goddamned life—turn off that beautiful brain of yours and just exist with me.

In response to my words, her entire body shudders. It takes her a moment to give in and even longer to fully sink into me, but when she does, I feel as though I’ve just won the lottery. At 6’0, I’m a moderately tall guy, but with Addy wearing sky-scrapper heels, she’s nearly evenly matched with me. So, when her head tips back, she’s at the perfect height to rest it on my shoulder, granting me full access to her long, swan-line neck. Access I plan to take full advantage of.

The crowd parts as some people drift away from the glory hole scene in favor of the St. Andrews Cross that, now has a female/female couple taking advantage of the whip and bondage selection. I hedge Addy forward a few steps, never releasing her, so we can get a better view of the thrupple in front of us.

The red-heeled woman’s been flipped onto her back at some point, and the two men playing with her have strapped her ankles to leather shackles suspended from the ceiling, spreading her wide open. Despite the voyeuristic situation, it’s clear to see the care the two men have, not only for each other but for the woman they’re pleasuring. They may all be buck ass naked in front of a crowd of strangers, but they aren’t putting on a show for us. They’re enjoying the fuck out of themselves and getting what I’d suspect is a healthy dose of adrenaline by being here.

“Were they hired for the party?” Addy whispers, her eyes locked on where the taller man is bent over the woman’s body as much as possible, gripping her hips through the tiny box and pounding into her wet cunt ruthlessly. The second man, a shorter, stockier guy, is taking full advantage of his partner’s bent-over position as he preps his ass with a thin glass dildo covered in shiny lube.

My lips trail up Addison’s neck. She smells sweet, like sugar and vanilla, with a hint of musk. It’s intoxicating, and I can’t help but roll my tongue across her skin, getting a taste of her sweetness. “No,” I murmur, my lips tickling her sensitive flesh, causing her to shiver. “They’re just like us, baby. Here for the party.”

“Don’t call me that,” she mumbles, her hand flexing on my arm. I chuckle. “What do you mean?” she asks, returning to my previous statement. “We’re all just free to touch and fuck whoever we want?”

Acid pools in my stomach at the idea of her touching and fucking anyone but me, but I won’t lie to her. I may have gotten the inside scoop about the party and what the event planners’ ideas for this evening were well before they were made public, thanks to my inside source. He hacked the system easily enough, finding the guest list, itinerary, and information in less than an hour, giving me all the ammo I’d need to make tonight work in my favor. A fact I refuse to be ashamed of.

“Yes,” I exhale before licking the shell of her ear. “It’s a free for all tonight. Anything you want. Anything your heart,” I pause, trailing my hand up her too-thin waist and placing my palm right over her heart. It thumps erratically beneath my skin as I bring my lips to her ear, letting her feel my warm breath. “Desires is yours,” I whisper.

She shudders but doesn’t speak or move away from my touch, so I continue. I drift down her body, stopping only briefly to graze her soft breasts in a teasing touch. I trail down, down, down before boldly cupping her cunt through her dress. She sucks in a sharp breath and shifts backward, grinding her sweet ass into my already throbbing cock. “Anything this pretty pussy desires is yours.” Unable to help myself, I grind my palm against her clit softly, not giving her the friction she needs but letting her see my intent.

Addison Hughes may not know it yet, but she’s mine. Body, mind, heart, and fucking soul, and I’ll prove it to her, one mind-blowing orgasm at a time.

Even if she fights me every step of the way.

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