Chapter Fifteen

Fenton was sitting at his desk, watching the second hand on the clock tick, each tick getting him even more excited about what was to come. He'd been watching the clock so intently, that he wasn't sure when he had last blinked.

He tried to calm himself, to maintain the demeanor that he was all too good at demonstrating when the circumstances called for it, but this time it was different. He wasn't having any luck.

Alexis had actually called him. She sounded so serious over the phone, demanding that she needed to see him immediately. He almost told her no, just because of her demanding tone, but underneath her harsh words, he could sense something else.

Desperation.

What could have made her feel that way? Did something happen during their last scene or did it have more to do with her personal life?

He wasn't sure and he wasn't too focused on it. He more focused on staring at the clock or at his door. He tapped his fingers loudly against the wood, trying to get rid of the odd energy running through him.

His brain, or rather the voice in his head had supplied him with a word for what he was feeling, but he wasn't ready to accept that. Luckily he didn't have to, because just then two knocks rang throughout his small and quiet office.

He stared at the door for a few moment, partly to make her wait, to prove to himself that he was in control of himself, nobody else. The other reason was because he was trying to imagine what she looked like on the other side of the door. He wondered about how she was dressed, did she dress up for him? He wondered if her hair was down and flowing over shoulders, like a waterfall of waves, or maybe she worse it up, so that it wouldn't get in the way for whatever she had planned. He also took a second to picture the look that might be in her eyes. Did it match with the voice he had heard her using?

After taking a deep breath, he straightened in his seat, putting on a face that showed that he was all business. Too bad that didn't translate to what he was feeling on the inside.

"Come in," he called out and then waited as the door quietly opened. Alexis quickly entered and then closed the door behind her. She closed it so that she was facing him. He took her in as she stood across the room, apparently doing the same thing to him.

The first thing that caught his eye was the bright red heels that she was wearing. God, how she loved her in heels. Her legs were just one of her best assets. He couldn't see much of them though. She was wearing a black coat that covered her everything down to her knees. It was buttoned up, leaving almost everything to his imagination.

Her hair was down and in thick, but loose curls. He imagined himself getting a handful of those locks later. Her makeup was light, except for the bright red lipstick that drove his mind crazy. Her lips looked as if they were just begging to be wrapped around his cock.

He shook his head, when his eyes met hers. They were so wide, so blue and they were piercing through him. He licked his lips and then noticed her do the same. He closed his eyes momentarily, gathering himself.

"I wasn't expecting you to reach out to me so soon," he said, hoping his voice didn't seem breathy as he thought it did.

"I needed to see you." She walked forward, her hands touching the back of the chair in front of her. "I was thinking about everything, how things went when we last saw each other, and I couldn't get it out of my head, no matter what I did."

"What couldn't you get out of your head?" he asked, wanting, but mostly needing to know.

"Our last scene." Her eyes met his and he scolded himself for allowing them to affect him so much.

"I meant, what specifically were you thinking about?"

"About how good and strange it felt when I relinquished my control. I didn't know it would feel so good, that it could feel so good, but it did and I want more of that."

Fenton was a bit taken aback at Alexis' boldness. He was glad that he was able to make her feel that way. Watching her underneath him, hearing her moans and cries were one thing, but actually hearing her admit how good it felt, that was something else completely.

She almost immediately became sexier than ever and that was with her standing there with most of her skin covered.

"When you say more, what do you mean? More of what we have already done or more, as in trying stuff that we haven't done?"

"I want everything."

Fenton blinked unsure of if heard her right. "Everything?"

"Yes. I get so stressed and weighed down with making decisions day in and day out. I need a break from that. I want to be able to feel pleasure without being the one in control over it."

"Alexis—"

"I want you to do whatever you want to me. No questions asked."

"I can't." That wasn't how he got off. He needed more direction than that.

"Yes, you can," she told him, her voice much more desperate and breathy than before. She walked away from the chair and rushed over to Fenton. Her hands were on his desk as she leaned over. "I'm giving you permission to do whatever your craziest fantasy is. I want it, Fenton. I'm not experienced, not like you or any of the other women that you have been with. I don't know what I need, not exactly, but I trust you to give it to me."

He watched her carefully and he knew without a doubt that she wasn't lying to him. She needed him. She needed him to own her. He tried to clear his head, tried to stop himself from getting hard, just from the pure thought of what he could do to her, but it didn't work.

She was begging him, actually begging and it was perfect. He was completely hard. He adjusted himself as he shifted in his seat.

"I'll do it, but only on one condition—"

"The moment it gets to be too much, I'll tell you to stop, I swear."

Fenton nodded, a little proud that she knew exactly what he was thinking.

"When do we start? What do you want me to do?"

He faltered for a moment, but not very long. He quickly pushed himself back from his desk, and gestured to it. "Hop on."

She did as asked and Fenton reached for her coat, trying with all his might not to break the buttons off. He calmly and carefully unbuttoned the coat before he ran his hands up her arms and to her shoulders. He looked at her momentarily, checking to see how she was doing. Her eyes were on him, as if she were studying him. He sent her a wink before pushing the fabric from her shoulders and letting it fall from frame.

He wasn't sure what to look at first, the swell of her breasts or her perfect legs, so he opted for her outfit instead. And boy did he get an eyeful. He greedily let his eyes glide over her body. She was already killing him with the red lipstick, so why wouldn't she kill him with red lingerie? She wore a red corset layered with black lace. The corset doing amazing things for her breasts. Red lace panties caught his attention next and then he noticed the red garter belt attached to black stockings. Fuck. She definitely wasn't going to make it easy for him and he didn't care.

Alexis was already looking at him when his eyes found hers. She looked a bit nervous, but he wasn't sure if that was because of the power she was giving him, or at the look he must have been giving her. She sat perfectly still and didn't say a word. She was waiting, waiting for him to make his move or give her a command.

He knew how submissive she wasn't, so he was so proud of her. She was stepping up her game.

"Is this something new?" he asked, gesturing to her outfit, touching the lace that covered her stomach with his fingers.

"Yes.

"Did you get it just for this? For me?" he asked, knowing the answer, but wanting hear her say it anyway.

"Yes, Mr. O'Connell," she replied. God, he loved when she called him that.

He stared her perfect ruby lips before he grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, so that she was sitting on the very edge of his desk. She didn't squeal or squirm at his touch, like she had on previous accounts. She seemed to relax and melt against his touch. "What do you want me to do to you?"

"Whatever you—"

"I know and I will, but first I want to know what you want. I want to know what you think will get you off fastest."

She quirked an eyebrow.

"I want to get you off right now, so that I have plenty of time to get you hot and ready for me all over again. So, what will get you off the fastest?"

It was a test for her. Alexis wasn't very verbal about what she wanted.

He was thrown off a little when she leaned forward, her face so close to his that he was half tempted to stop her from talking and just kiss her instead,l. He just stared intently. And as enchanting as her lips were, Fenton's eyes were focused solely on hers. They were beautiful and shimmering. Her voice was soft, but when she spoke, her words were certain and strong.

"Fuck me," she breathed. "Fuck me with your tongue."

Fenton swallowed as he lowered his eyes. He couldn't. He couldn't let her gain any control. That wasn't what he wanted and it wasn't what she wanted either. He took a quiet breath before he looked back up at her.

"Fuck me with your tongue, who?"

Alexis blinked and then her lips pulled into a smirk. "Fuck me with your tongue, Mr. O'Connell."

Fenton felt relief flow through him. He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to keep his cool if he had to listen to her talk much longer, especially if she was going to talk like that, like she no longer had a filter. His only job now was giving her pleasure and he knew without a doubt that he could do that without a problem.

He slowly grabbed for the elastic and tugged at her panties. Alexis helped, using her arms to push herself up and off the desk. He pulled past her knees and watched them fall to her ankles.

"Ready for me, gorgeous?"

Alexis leaned back, bending her knees, giving Fenton a clear view of just how ready she was for him. She was nearly dripping for him. He licked his lips before he looked up into her eyes.

"Yes, Mr. O'Con—" The rest of his name came out as a moan, because Fenton couldn't wait to get his lips on her. He'd tasted a lot of women so had Kevin, but they agreed that Alexis was their favorite taste.

It wasn't just the taste. It was the scent of her as well. She smelled like flowers and tasted like honey and caramel. He held back her soaked folds and pressed his tongue deep inside of her, knowing that she was close to coming. He sucked her juices into his mouth, before moving to her clit, flicking it with his tongue.

Boldly, Alexis grabbed the back of his head and tugged on the hair at the base of his scalp. It sent a satisfying shock through his body, making her groan with her clit in his mouth. She screamed, but it was a broken scream as he felt her juices run down his chin.

Normally Fenton would discipline her for grabbing him without his permission, but he couldn't be bothered as Alexis rocked her hips, grinding her pussy against his face. He licked up all of her that he could before he stood up and began unbuttoning his pants. Alexis was quick to help. He didn't know where her desperation and disobedience was coming from, but all his worry left as soon as her soft, red lips were wrapped around him.

Fenton tossed in his bed, a soft groan leaving his mouth, before he opened his eyes. It was bright, too bright for his eyes, so he closed them again. The groan leaving his mouth that time was for a completely different reason. Reality came crashing back to him.

Great. Just fucking fantastic.

Alexis was nowhere to be seen, but he definitely was hard as a doorknob and it was all because of her. He let out a frustrated sigh as he opened his eyes slowly looking towards the ceiling.

Why the fuck was he dreaming about her?

Exactly, Kevin agreed, picking the worst time ever to open his mouth. Why were you dreaming about her?

'None of your business.'

Actually it is. You shouldn't be thinking about her, not like that.

'You do remember that I've done more than just dream about her, right?'

Yes, but that was because you were doing your job. That dream was all on you.

Fenton sighed and closed his eyes.

'Just leave me the fuck alone for like five minutes while I gather my thoughts.'

Kevin seemed determined to get him even more pissed off as he voiced his many complaints.

'I didn't ask to think about her, not like that. It just happened.'

You enjoyed it, didn't you?

'And what, you wouldn't?' he countered, sure that he'd said what he needed to get his mind to go silent.

And it worked. Not for very long though, because soon images were popping through Fenton's mind. Images of her, the reason he was so hard and uncomfortable that it hurt. First it was of her on all fours, her head thrown back, cries of ecstasy leaving her swollen lips.

'The fuck?' Fenton groaned, shaking his head from side to side, trying to rid himself from being put through more anguish. 'Would you fucking stop?'

But I thought you enjoyed it?

Fenton ignored him as he got off of the bed and stretched. He didn't need to take any of his shit. He already had enough going on in his head that he had to try and figure out.

He went into his small kitchen and looked through the contents in his refrigerator and then sighed. When was the last time he had gone grocery shopping? While grabbing out what little supplies he had to make himself a less than favorable breakfast, he was stopped in his tracks.

Like the first time, another cluster of images filled his mind, just as suddenly. He could see Alexis on her back, her hair layered in sweat, some of it sticking to her face as she moved her hands along her body, one hand running itself through her hair as the other tweaked pulled at her nipple. She was moaning, biting her lip, and on the verge of tears as she was being eaten out.

Fenton slammed his fists hard against the kitchen counter. 'If you don't stop, I'll—'

What? What exactly can you do to me? Kevin's confidence was at full height and Fenton groaned.

'You don't want to find out, trust me.'

Not as far as I can throw you. Kevin bickered.

While Fenton ate his breakfast, the man inside his head was silent and Fenton hoped he stayed that way. Even though he didn't want to embellish his dream about Alexis, he couldn't help but to let it play over in his mind on a loop.

He should have been focusing on more important things, like going over the evidence he had gathered for his assignment with a fine-toothed comb, but that was the furthest thing on his mind.

He didn't know why he tortured himself with his indulgence. He also didn't know why or how that dream had even came about. His best guess was that it had to do with their session and he was pretty sure his lack of sleep of the last week had something to do with it, too.

He couldn't allow this to affect him, especially when it came to seeing her again. He couldn't allow one dream to affect his overall performance. He wouldn't do it. He'd push it down deep and never think about it again. After all, it was just a dream, a fantasy that would never actually happen.

Now only if he could set his plan into motion and stop thinking about it.

Good luck. Kevin said, mocking him in a teasing voice.

'Shut up.'

Twelve hours. She had been on the clock for twelve hours. Alexis sometimes wondered if the long hours would ever become easier as time went on. So far she wasn't convinced. She could hardly keep her eyelids open and it felt like her legs and arms were filled with sand as she made her way out of the precinct, trying and failing to carry case files, her coffee, cell, and her car keys.

Just when she was sure she was going to spill her coffee and drop her everything all over the bullpen floor, a hand reached out and caught her cup as it slipped from her fingers. She hissed and jumped a little until she was able to put a face with the hand.

She sighed with relief at the friendly face. "Thank you, Javi."

"No sweat. You look like you're about to drop just like this coffee almost did. Why don't you take a cab home?"

Alexis shook her head at him. "I'm fine, Javi. I'm tired, but I'm good enough to get home."

"You sure?"

Since their fight in the training room, the tension between them hadn't quite dissipated, but her partner seemed just as eager to move past it as Alexis was. She still caught him watching her and weighing her words carefully, as if he was trying to find the truth in her extra cups of coffee and the few stories she shared about her nonexistent personal life. Still, Alexis was more than happy for the peace.

"I wouldn't risk it if I weren't sure."

"I hope so," Javi said, before patting her shoulder. "Get some much needed rest. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, you will," Alexis sighed, but then smiled at her friend. "Night, Javi."

"Goodnight, Alexis."

The drive home seemed to go by fast. Alexis had her window rolled down and her music playing a little louder than normal in order to keep her conscious and alert. It worked, but it wasn't like she was actually concerned that she would fall asleep at the wheel.

When she got to her apartment, she quickly locked her door behind her, while kicking her shoes off. Her feet were sore and she was definitely worried about having cramps in them later. Maybe some warm water would help out. She stripped off her work clothes as she began a shower. She told herself that she wouldn't take too long. Javi was right. There was a lot of rest she needed to catch up on before her body gave out.

While checking the temperature of the water, Alexis was suddenly overcome with a feeling of sadness. She didn't know if it was just because of the long work days or if it had to do with her lack of sleep, but she found herself frowning at her reflection in the mirror opposite of the shower. She didn't really look like herself, but that wasn't nothing new.

She hadn't really felt like her true self since…

She closed her eyes and sighed, allowing herself to think about him. Just for a small moment. She knew that her overall sadness was linked to Kevin. She didn't try to think about him too much, or to try to picture him in her head, but sometimes she wasn't strong enough to resist the urge.

When she would picture him, she would never see the man that she had miraculously fallen in love with, but the other guy, the one who she had shattered. She would always see that look of pure disbelief on his face, that was until it twisted into the form of a cold glare.

That's how she would have to picture him in her head from there on. He was gone now, living in Boston, doing what he loved and probably having a blast doing it. She was just a memory to him, one that he probably buried deep down.

She sometimes wondered if he ever thought about her, but she doubted that he did. And if he did think about her it probably wasn't in the best of light. She was just a woman who had gone out of her way to make his life terrible.

She couldn't blame him for hating her. She just wished that she could feel the same about him. It would make everything a lot easier.

She stepped into her warm shower and tried her best to push those feelinbs down as deep as she could. All she needed to focus on was showering and then getting to bed as soon as possible.

The last thing Alexis remembered was dressing in pajamas and falling onto the couch. She suspected that she had fallen asleep quickly afterwards, because when she was woken up by the knocking on her door, it was still dark out and she felt more tired than she had previously been. She rubbed her eyes a bit and got up and let out a yawn as she walked to the door.

She hoped that whoever was knocking at her door didn't mind her white boyshorts and green tank top. Part of her wanted to go grab a blanket or a robe, but the sleepy part of her didn't care. What else could she be expected to be wearing at almost one-thirty in the morning?

Just as another knock started, she opened her door and let out a mild gasp.

Fenton was on her doorstep, wearing a black leather jacket, a red shirt peeking out from underneath, and he was wearing the most casual looking black jeans. He looked completely different from how she had ever seen him before, but at the same time, he looked so familiar. His hair was slicked back, and his glasses were pushed to the top of his head.

"Alexis."

"Fenton?"

"Hey."

That was all he had to say? Hey? Could he have sounded more casual? She wasn't sure what to say in return. What should she say to him? What was he doing? Why was he dressed in what she assumed was his casual clothing, standing at her door, as if it was such a normal thing?

"Hey," she said weakly, still trying to wrap her sleepy mind around what was taking place. "What are you doing here?"

He licked his lips and then did a scan of the hallway. "Is it okay if I come in? I need to talk to you about something important."

Her mind quickly went to worst-case scenario. He was there to tell her that he didn't want her to be his sub anymore, that he'd figured out her plan to use him.

And she couldn't even blame him for it. At least he was being respectful enough to tell her to her face.

"Um," she muttered, not sure how to proceed and not sure whether or not to let him into her place. That seemed a little too personal, but then again, he had seen almost every inch of her body and knew to give her body ridiculously intense pleasure. Wanting to keep him out of her apartment seemed trivial in perspective. "Sure."

She wasn't sure how to take Fenton dropping her as a sub. How would he word it? Would he try and tiptoe around her feelings or just lay it all on the line? She didn't know which she wanted more in that moment.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" Alexis asked, trying to sound more friendly than annoyed.

"No, thanks. I don't plan on staying long, I just wanted to come see you."

Alexis nodded, already bracing herself for what was about to come.

"How are you feeling?" he asked

"What do you mean?"

"I wanted to see how you were doing after our session."

"Our session." Was that why he was ending it? Had she done something wrong?

"Yeah, I haven't seen you since then, and I just wanted to come check up on you." Alexis didn't say anything at first, she just stood there looking at him. Was he worried about her? That was surprising to her. Suddenly she felt undressed and folded her arms over her chest. "Is that okay? Me being here, I mean?"

Alexis nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. I'm doing okay. I've just been busy at work."

"I thought that maybe you wouldn't come back to the club."

"I wanted to, but like I said… I was busy with work."

"So you're okay with everything?"

Alexis nodded. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's just that I know this whole thing is new to you and I wanted to make sure, really make sure, that you're okay."

"I am, I promise."

Fenton nodded to himself and she had to give him credit, because she had yet to see him checking her out while they were talking. Only when they had stopped talking had Fenton let his eyes drag over her. She bit her bottom lip and looked up at him. He was looking at her like she was his prey and she couldn't force herself to mind.

"So is that the only reason you came over?" It surprised her how low and breathy her voice was.

Fenton eyes met hers again. She couldn't describe it, but Fenton suddenly had a different look in his eyes. "It doesn't have to be."

It was a mad scramble after they both gave in, rushing toward each other, both of them so wound up that they only had one thing on their minds.

They were in her room, kissing each other wildly, undressing each other quickly, and then they were on her bed, Alexis on her back, until Fenton let her up and flipped onto his back, pulling her on top of him. She didn't get it at first, but she wasn't going to fight him. He was in charge, and that's how she wanted it to be. If he wanted her on top, she'd be on top. She kissed from his neck, down his body as his hands tangled in her hair, pulling her where he wanted her.

Without hesitation she had his cock in her mouth, moaning around him as he groaned and grabbed her hair tightly. She moaned as she swallowed around him. Seeing and hearing Fenton as she bobbed her head up and down on his dick was turning her on more than she had been in a long time. The noises he made were hot, familiar and like music to her ears.

He groaned and pushed her away when it apparently became too much for him.

"But, I wanted to taste you," she protested despite how wet she was.

"You will eventually, but I'm not ready to come, not yet." He rubbed her sides and then sat up, pulling her into his lap. Their hot skin was pressed up against each others as they kissed. "I want to taste you, too."

"Fenton—"

"Want you to come on my tongue. Please, let me do this." Holy shit, Fenton was pleading. Could he have actually been begging? "I need to taste you, pretty girl." She kissed him deeply and then nodded.

Fenton leaned back and placed his hands on her thighs. "Um, Fenton?" she swallowed thickly.

"Ride my face. I need you to ride my face. Need to see it."

She paused, almost certain that she couldn't do it. It wasn't her first time having someone eat her out, but it would be the first time that she would be sitting on someone's face and that scared her a bit. She didn't want to be self-conscious about her body and Fenton had never given her reason to be, but still…

"Don't you dare back out now. Just do it. I know you. You don't have to worry about anything."

"Really?"

"Are you kidding me? It's going to be sexy as hell and you're going to love every second of it."

Alexis doubted that he was wrong. Fenton had taught her a lot about what things she did and didn't like, and he also taught her about how much she could take. Which was more than she thought she could.

Alexis gathered up enough courage, which wasn't hard when she saw the look in Fenton's eyes. They were glazed over with lust and his was licking his lips. Clearly she didn't need to be worried. He wanted this, and she trusted that she would want it as well.

She climbed over his chest, her eyes closed, trying to keep her breath as even as she could. Once her knees were on either side of his head, Fenton placed his hands on her hips and pulled her down, her moist lips meeting his eager tongue. Her hands grabbed at his forearms as his tongue licked at her folds. Her fingers tightened around his skin as he tongued entered her.

She squealed a bit and Fenton used his hands to make her move against his mouth, urging her on. Alexis was still nervous, but did exactly as Fenton wanted. It felt good to be under his control. It made her feel so hot to be at his mercy, to have him calling all the shots, to have him want her so much.

Her body moved and jerked as Fenton directed it to. Alexis couldn't stop herself from moaning out his name as his tongue dragged all over her, licking at her folds, delving inside of her, circling her clit before he sucked on it.

At some point Alexis gave into what she wanted, what she needed. Fenton didn't need to move her how he wanted her. Alexis did it all herself, grinding her pussy against his face, burying one hand in his hair to pull it closer to her, her other hand was dragging over her breasts, pulling and pinching her nipple, make her body convulse at all the sensations.

Out of nowhere, while she was riding Fenton's face, she let out a small scream as his hand came down, smacking her ass hard. The touch made her jump, her eyes peeled open…

And she discovered she'd just fallen asleep on her bed, all alone, ready to scream out in frustration.

How many nights was she going to have that damn dream? How many nights was she going to have to take a cool shower and touch herself to make her body relax? How could he affect her so much? Sometimes she felt like Fenton must have been magical, because he certainly had a power over her.

Her body was buzzing, her shirt was stuck to her back because of the sweat, and she was consumed by the urge to scratch an itch that had only been caused because of that stupid dream. That damn stupid dream that she wanted to become reality so bad.

Alexis took a deep breath, and sat up, already knowing that she'd need another shower and good orgasm before she could even think about getting more sleep.

They'd had one session together, and they hadn't even done anything. Not really. Not for the first time, Alexis thought about calling off their arrangement, but she knew she wouldn't. Not when there was still a murderer out there. She'd have to stick to the plan and hope that she'd be able to keep it together long enough to solve her case.

She looked at the laptop on her dresser and considered the audio recordings stored on it. No mention of her vic or any of the other useful intel on her case, but there had been plenty of incriminating evidence otherwise: transactions, shipments, and talk of an upcoming deal.

Maybe if she shook things up a bit, some useful details would tumble her way.

Fenton was a criminal. Maybe he wasn't a complete asshole, but he wasn't one of the good guys, either. She couldn't let herself forget that, even if her subsconscious wasn't even a little bit worried about his profession.

She got out of bed and reached for her laptop, sifting through the audio feed until she found the particular conversation she'd been looking for.

Fenton O'Connell may have had his hooks in her, but she had her hooks in him, too.

Author's Note: Thanks so much to ramennoodlebug for reviewing the last chapter. I hope chapter fifteen was worth the wait!