Page 28 of Bonded

“No, it’s just me, but he wants me to tell you he’s sorry.” Darius pokes his head around the door and stares at her. “He wanted to come, but I said he should let things cool off between you first. So I’m apologizing on his behalf. But I figured you might need these?” He holds up her clothes. “I’m not so sure the rest of the base is quite ready for you walking around like that, and I think you might give Edwards heart failure,” he says with a grin.

Watching him and she can’t help but notice the smile on his face.He smiled, he actually smiled a proper smile.She grins in response and invites him in.

Stood in the doorway looking at her, it’s obvious he’s assessing her body. His eyes focused on the smooth taut of her stomach and the plump roundness of her breasts squeezed into the tightly stretched sports bra.

“So, you okay? Any issues you wanna share? Not that I really wanna know about your sex life, but what is Digby’s problem? He’s been like a bitch with a headache all week.”

The intensity of his stare makes her cheeks flush a bright red color. “No, I’m fine. But as for Digby, I really have no idea. Sorry, that’s not quite true… I can guess. It’s probably because… Oh, it doesn’t matter. Actually, you know what, it does matter.” She can feel herself getting angry again and she sighs loudly. “I’m getting a little fed up with him just wanting to have sex when we’re alone. It’s all he wants to do. Which is fine… really, I mean I get it, after all, it’s what we wolves do, right? We eat and fuck. Oh, it’s not like I don’t want to but sometimes I’d just like to do other things. Digby, makes that feel like that’s a bad thing—that I don’t constantly want to act like a wolf.”

She takes a deep breath and looks at Darius. He has a deep sneering frown etched into his temple, while she continues her ramble. “Sorry… I guess that really was too much information, right? But hey, you did ask.”

“Hm… Well, all I’ll say on the matter is this… Digby is what he is and you know that. He and Zak they’re… they’re old school. A relationship with him will never come without issues. But even I have to admit, he’s been overly intense about you. It’s… well, it’s not like him or not that I’ve ever seen, and I’ve known him his whole damn life. I don’t know what’s really going on between you, but I do know you’re pretty special. Sorry, what I meant was… ‘he’ must think you’re pretty special, Digby, not me.” He flounders tongue-tied with his choice of words. “Maybe you just need to cut him some slack ‘til he finds his feet with this whole relationship thing. Kat, he’s always been the dominant alpha where women are concerned and he knew what he was expected to do and how to act. With you, it’s different. You’re more in control and he needs to adjust to a new way of thinking.”

“What you mean is he always gets what he wants with women and now he doesn’t like it I don’t just do as he says? God knows how this even happened between me and him? I mean, I wasn’t even looking for this—I never came here wanting to get involved with someone, so I don’t understand how it happened so quickly. It’s like I couldn’t stop it. It was whoosh… and something just clicked between us. A feeling, a sensation, and one I can’t stop having. It took over my senses and every time I pull away… I just end up back where we started—in his bed. Darius, it scares me because I have no control over it. It’s like my desires took over my brain—my wolf instincts are controlling what I do.”

Her green eyes glint in the white office light and she tips her head—seductively biting her lip. Darius steps up closer and towers over her, then he does his ‘thing’ where he places his fingers to the pulse on her neck.

Nervous—her heart thudding so much she can hear it, she laughs and pulls away. “Why do you keep doing that?”

“Actually, I don’t know. I guess cos I can tell a lot about how someone’s feeling from their pulse, their heart rate. Yours is usually pretty calm.”

He strokes his hand against her, his cool touch mistakenly brushes the mark on her neck, and she flinches as it stings. Instead of the normally pleasurable feeling that Digby evokes when he touches it, Darius’s touch doesn’t feel good—it burns. Luna howls loudly and claws frantically inside Kat’s head like she’s trying to escape.

“Darius, can I ask you something?” She smiles, quietening her voice. “Are you really into that ‘scene’? I mean, at the club—Noir’s, that’s what that is, right? A fetish club?”

“Fetish?” He smiles, hearing her say the word. “You think that’s what it is?”

“So it isn’t?”

“Maybe… for some. I just go there to relax and unwind—destress and let off some tension.” His voice hushes and it’s the most seductive whisper she’s ever heard. “The girls there… well, they’re not complicated. I get what I want and then I leave. No baggage, no relationships, no bullshit. Oh, and no Digby style issues! Just uncomplicated sex between two consenting adults. Why would I need anything else?”

“So, you never wanna be with anyone? Like in a relationship…. In love?”

“No. God no! I get what I need from my work, hell it gives me more pleasure than a relationship. I mean take yours for example, why would I need all that crap in my life?”

“I guess not,” she smiles. “But it’s not uncomplicated, is it… the sex? What I mean is, it’s not vanilla, right? You like a little ‘kink’ to it, maybe nothing hardcore but some bondage and stuff? Sex with a little pain, at the club—with the hookers.” She can now feel a throb in her panties as she describes what she imagines him doing.

His purple eyes focus on her. “Those girls are not hookers; not like you mean. Not the ones I use. I’m a little more particular in my choices. They take care of my needs and desires and they’re good at what they do. But you’re right… I do have a certain taste.”

She smiles coyly and feels herself blush. She can’t believe he’s talking like this—telling her things. It’s like they suddenly have an understanding.

There’s a swirl of chemistry between them but it’s sending Luna into a yapping angry frenzy and if Kat were to unleash her, she’d probably kill him.

“So, can I ask what you like?” She bites her lip, seductively teasing him as she squirms awkwardly—images flashing in her head of him tied up are making her wet with lust and her imagination runs wild at the thought of him under someone’s control, or better still, him controlling someone—someone like her.

“Ask me what?”

“Do you like to be tied up or do you tie them up—the girls? Only I read a thesis about guys, men in powerful positions. They like bondage type relationships because they get to submit and have their control taken away. It’s like a release valve of what they do day-to-day. Is that true?” She flashes a cheeky grin. She knows her questions are getting personal, but there’s something about the way he’s talking, and she feels like she can ask him anything.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business but…” He leans forward, his lips close against her ear, his hand brushing against her arm. “I will tell you,” he whispers, “I never submit… ever. I’m always in control of everything I do.”

“No…” she smiles, “no, I can’t imagine you would… submit. So, does that mean you never would or you just don’t right now?”

He grins, then taking her by surprise he grips his fingers tightly around her wrists and pins her hands on either side of her body against the desk. “I guess I’ve just never met anyone I’d want to submit to… yet.”

He leans forward, his lips almost—but not quite touching hers. His low breathy tone sings in her ears and she gasps as she struggles against his hold. She tries to move, but he’s too strong and she’s trapped with no control. Unable to break from his grasp she smiles—it’s turning her on. The throbbing pulse in her panties feels uncomfortable against the hard-wooden desktop, and she has a desperate longing to be touched. He’s up close, the cool of his breath against her cheek and she stares him in the eyes—so tempted to kiss him.

He releases her from his grip, but she still keeps her hands flat to the desk and he brushes his free hand against the bare flesh of her hip. Then his fingers skip down and walk their way along her inner thigh. “Oh God!” she groans. Her eyes wide as she stares at him—legs wide to his touch.

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