Free Attraction by T. C. Anthony Page A

my shoes as the candlelight caught the crystals, making them sparkle all around us.
    “Do you like them?” he asked.
    I nodded.
    “Don’t nod; I love to hear you speak. I will tell you when I want you to be silent. Remember, your lovely voice is one of things I fell in love with.” And he spoke truth; he had always loved to hear me—especially in our battles and in my moans.
    “I do love them. I’m moved that you remembered…” And when I paused, Alexander tilted his head, knowing I wanted to say more. Normally I would have fought such a lavish gift, but now, having just agreed to take such gifts without argument, I planned to do just that. “They are amazing, thank you.”
    Appeased and surprised, Alexander brought me closer to him. “This is new, so let’s make up the rules as we go along. You’ll keep your hair down, always. And you remember our safe word, right?”
    “Knight,” I acknowledged, having selected the word so long ago when we didn’t even have a reason to use one. But now—with all these gadgets—I was glad we had gotten the safe word thing out of the way.
    “Good. In case you are curious, I picked the white because you’ve come in here pure of heart, pure of intentions, and with the purest of love. So, I wanted our first time christening this room to be in the purest of adornments—minus some dirty deeds.”
    Alexander spoke with the sincerest and most heartfelt words anyone had ever spoken to me, giving me strength and hope for something more.
    “Oh, I almost forgot. I want you to wear this.” And out of the pocket of his silk bottoms, he brought forward a white gold necklace with a magnificent and quite large red pendant.
    “Alexander, that is a beautiful ruby, I…” I said, admiring the bobble that hung from his hands.
    But Alexander corrected me, “Oh no, my love, this is no ruby. This here is one of the rarest of diamonds—just like you, the rarest of loves—it is a red diamond. There are only twenty percent of certified red diamonds in the world, and now you have one of them. And I have the only one of you. Though you need to be cut into your true form, you are brilliant when you allow yourself to glow in the light.”
    I lifted my hair and turned my back to him. Lifting the necklace above my head, he clasped it tightly around my neck. The diamond was bloodred and cut at so many angles; it reminded me of our relationship: a complex love affair that would last forever.
    His fingers traced the necklace around my neck, following the drop down to my cleavage where the diamond rested. I immediately became wet, and my skin prickled from his touch, his breath on my shoulders, and as his hard erection rubbing against my back through the silk of his pants. Alexander touched me in a way that made me want to crawl into him. He moved so lightly for such a big man and caressed me so tenderly that I could have died in his arms.
    He walked around me, sliding his hands down my torso and over my hips, maneuvering over my body, examining the ways he could ravage me. I closed my eyes and took in his aura. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him through every one of my senses.
    “Evangeline, lay on here.” He pointed to the cushion shaped as two hills. “That’s an Esse chair; it’s designed to help with sexual positioning.” He spoke seductively, but I couldn’t help myself from smirking at his knowledgeable explanation; and he caught on quickly as always. “Don’t smirk at me. I read instructions—I do my homework. Now do as I say.” But he scoffed at me, unable to keep it from escaping his lips. I felt like the student was leading the teacher! “Pay attention. I want you to kneel here in the center and bend all the way over the larger side.”
    I complied with his directions.
    “Good,” Alexander continued as his voice became hoarser and watched me bend over the cushions, tightening and pushing my ass higher in the air for him. “Now extend your arms and ankles to the side;