The Stand Off (10 page)

She finished the last of the song
then hurriedly left the stage. Her heart raced in her chest as she all but ran
to the front door and walked outside. She felt her heart flutter and her knees
wiggle when she saw him. He stood with his back to her, but she knew that large
frame and dark hair anywhere.

“Hey!” she yelled to get his
attention.

He took his time as he turned to
face her. She stared at him for a moment before she finished.

“Damn he’s still as handsome
as before,”
she thought, wishing he’d suddenly become less attractive.

“What are you doing here? I told
you to stay off my property,” she shot at him.

“It’s not your property.
Technically you’re holding an illegal concert on
my
property.”

“Let me guess, you came here to
try to shut it down?” she raised her chin defiantly.

“Not anymore.”

She narrowed her eyes as his
words seeped in. She wasn’t expecting that response; she was expecting
something more combative or more perverse.

“What changed your mind?” she
asked skeptically, as if waiting for him to crack that smug smile.

“Watching you perform,” he said
as he closed the gap between them.

She stood her ground despite his
overwhelming presence as he drew near. She wasn’t expecting that response
either. She wasn’t sure how to respond. Every conversation they’d had was
combative at best, so this change of pace was making her uneasy.

“You enjoyed it?”

“You were amazing… I like your
band.”

“I’m not my band; it’s their
band. I just write songs from time to time, and I play piano. Why are you
really here? I know it’s not to watch us perform.”

“They’re coming to chain up the
lounge tomorrow,” he almost regretted telling her.

“No.” She shook her head as his
calming effect had suddenly reversed direction.

“It’s already scheduled. I came
here to let you know in person.”

“I’ll cut off every chain you put
up; I have a chainsaw in the supply room.”

“And my men will just replace
them.”

“You’re like the very definition
of the word wrecker. You just wrecked my evening; you’re still trying to wreck
my house and my business.”

“You can stop all of this; you
know what I really want.”

“I can’t do that,” she answered.

“Then I will see you soon,” he
bowed in a courteous fashion before he turned around and walked back over to
his vehicle. She watched him disappear before she walked back into the lounge.

“Was that Dean?” Pixie asked. Her
voice was a little hoarse from singing.

“Yes.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything’s fine. I’m
going to get some rest.” She headed towards the stairs.

“Okay.” Pixie nodded.

Lux woke the next morning to the
sound of her sister yelling her name.

Pixie rushed into Lux’s room with
a look of panic on her face. “Lux, get up! There are chains on the doors!”

“What?” she asked as she abruptly
sat up, her dark hair a tousled mess and her eyes rimmed in red.

“They chained the Lounge doors
up, all of them. No one can get into there.”

Lux jumped out of bed and ran to
the bathroom to brush her teeth and freshen up. When she walked back into her
bedroom, she went to her dresser and grabbed her short, pale grey dress.

“This is so bad Lux,” Pixie
whined.

“It will be fine,” Lux tried to
reassure her as she put on her dress.

“How? It’s totally locked up; the
chains are thick.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of
it,” she said as she slid her feet into her red ballet slippers  before rushing
to the door.

“How?”

“I don’t know yet, but I will,”
she answered as she headed out of her bedroom.

“Kiki tried to pick the lock, but
it didn’t work,” Pixie cried as she followed her sister downstairs.

“Where’s mom?” Lux asked, but she
could suddenly hear her mother crying.

“She’s at the connecting door.”

Lux walked down the decorated
hallway to see her mother, Kiki, Graves, and Lolo standing at the door that
connected to the Lounge.

“Every door is chained,” Kiki cried;
her thick, black eye makeup had trailed down her face.

“We can’t get in. You have to fix
this Lux, please. I need your help,” Pax cried.

“Stay here,” Lux said as she
stormed towards the storage closet. She opened the door and immediately grabbed
the chainsaw before walking back over to her family.

“Stand back,” she instructed
before she started the chainsaw. Once everyone was out of the way, she cut the
chain off the doors. She had just turned off the chainsaw and opened the doors
when she saw Dean’s men headed towards her.

“They’re just going to put
another chain on the door,” Kiki said.

It was Floyd who came to stand
before them, with his head bowed, “Sorry about this Kiki.”

“You can’t do this,” Pax cried as
she watched him put the new chain on. She turned to Lux, “You have to do
something; you have to stop him!”

Lux looked at the scene playing
out before her eyes. She watched the tears rolling down her mother’s face as
she pleaded for help. She looked over to see the worry on the faces of her
sisters and her friends. Finally, she looked at the demolition notice attached
to the door with red tape. At the very bottom of that paper was Dean Blake’s
signature.

“I’ll be back,” Lux said as she
handed Pixie the chainsaw and then ripped the demolition notice from the door.
She grabbed the heavy chain and then rushed out of the building. She couldn’t
stand to see her mother cry and her family so worried.

She raced to her car and promptly
headed towards Dean’s office. Her anger and frustration had escalated by the
time she arrived. She rushed past the receptionist who only smiled in return.
She headed down the hall to his office and continued past his secretary.

“Hi Amelia,” she said.

“Hi Lux,” she purred with a
smile.

“I need to see Mr. Blake,” she
said, trying to be careful not to drop the heavy chain as she tried to open his
office door.

“He’s not in his office,” his
secretary said.

“Where is he?”

“In the boardroom,” she answered
with a smile.

“Thank you,” she nodded then
turned away. She headed straight towards the boardroom, despite Dean’s last
warning about interrupting him.

Lux held the chain tightly as she
opened the doors and stepped inside the room. She saw the same group of
expensively dressed men with the same sour looks on their faces. Only this
time, the men didn’t seem as surprised to see her.

She looked at the head of the
table to see Dean. He was not the least bit shocked to see her either; in fact,
he looked as if he had been expecting her, as if he’d been prepared for this.
Instead of the angry look she’d expected from him, he was actually smirking.
She dropped the heavy chains on the floor and glared at him.

“Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse us,”
Dean demanded in an authoritative tone.

Lux watched in surprise as the
men got up and quickly left the room. She hadn’t expected that; nor had she
expected Dean to get up and lock the door behind the last man out. She held her
breath as he walked over to stand before her.

“And here I thought you’d heed my
warning,” he said with a cocky grin as he stepped closer.

She took a step back and held the
demolition notice up, attempting to ward him off.

He paused momentarily. “I see you
got the notice.”

“If you come anywhere near that
building, I will send everything that I have on you to the press,” she
threatened.

“But that won’t bring your
building back.” He snatched the paper and stepped closer to her. She tried to
push against his chest to keep him at bay, but he grabbed her hand.

“Let go,” she tried to pull away.

“No,” he stepped closer as he
increased the pressure on her hand. “I’m beginning to think that you like this
game.”

“You’ve let your hubris pollute
your brain again.”

“What else am I supposed to think
Lux? I told you what I would do if you barged into my boardroom again. You
knew, but you still came. You even wore a skirt for easy access; you must want
to feel my hand across your ass.” He pulled her closer, holding her arm behind
her back as he slid the side of her skirt up her hip. “Who am I to deny such a
subliminal request?”

“That’s’ not why I’m here,” she
protested although she did not attempt to pull away.

“No?”

“No, I want you to call off your
crew; I need that lounge open.”

“We can discuss that after I’m
done,” he said before he picked her up and carried her over to his chair. He
quickly sat down and pulled her over his lap.

“What the hell are you doing?”
she gasped as she tried to raise her upper body, but he put his large hand on
her back and held her down.

“Delivering my promise.” He held
her tightly, refusing to let her move.

“You’re really going to spank
me?” she gasped, not sure whether to laugh or scream.

“Yes.”

“Are you crazy? You can’t spank
me!” she yelled as she struggled to get lose.

“What are you going to do, stop
me? You could have stopped this before it started, you could have stayed home.
You knew what would happen if you came here. I told you that the next time you
interrupted my meeting, that I would beat your ass. Either you came here
because you want me to spank you or you thought I was bluffing. Regardless, I’m
going to teach you that I never bluff.”

Smack! He brought his hand down
on her ass.

Lux froze as if she had been
magically turned to stone. It was an eruption in her ass, a sweet, driving
sensation, spiraling through her lower body and vibrating through her pussy.
Her clit was on fire and her ass was stinging. It was like nothing she had ever
experienced before. She was paralyzed with the intense need that slap had
brought her.

“You have to be kidding me.
Really? From a spanking?”

She squealed as her brain began
to snap back to reality. She tried to grab the floor or anything for leverage.
When that didn’t work, she started to kick her legs, but was rewarded with
another smack.

“Stop kicking” he said calmly.
When she continued, he slapped her again. “Stop or I’ll make it hurt.”

“You can’t honestly expect me to
stop fighting,” she snapped as she tried to pull away.

She was at war with herself. She
wanted to fight him, she needed him to stop… but at the same time she wanted
him to continue. She wanted to kick again, not just because she was pissed, but
also because she wanted him to slap her just one more time… dead center in the
middle of her ass.

As if reading her mind, he
smacked her in the center of her ass, and she fought the urge to moan.

“I don’t expect it, I demand it.
Stay still.” He smacked her again.

“Alright!” she yelped as she felt
the moisture openly flow from her vagina.

“Are you going to storm into my
office again unannounced?” he asked, his hand hovering over her ass.

“That depends.” She could not
resist.

He smacked her ass twice.

“Are you going to come back to my
office unannounced? Please say yes again, so I can continue. I love the way
your ass feels against my hand. I could beat you all fucking night,” he
threatened.

“Damn. Now that sounds like
fun,”
she thought.

When she hesitated, he smacked
her again.

“No!” she belted out.

“Are you going to interrupt
another one of my meetings?”

“No.” She didn’t hesitate.

“You learn quickly,” he said as
he pulled up her skirt and began to gently massage her sore behind.

She could not move; once again
she felt paralyzed as his hand made contact with her skin. It was not overtly
sexual, more sympathetic and consoling.

She held her breath; she should
be pissed… offended at the very least. Unfortunately, the feeling was so soft
that it lulled her body into submission. The contrast between the harsh
spanking and the gentleness of his hand was too much stimulation for her lust
addled brain to comprehend.

“Let go,” she said, her voice
barely above a whisper. She tried to pull away from him as his hand changed
pace.

“Not yet,” he paused for a moment
to see if she would keep fighting. When she stayed still, he continued. He
could feel her breathing increase against his leg. He could feel her heart race
against his skin, and he felt her body begin to relax. He waited an extra
second for good measure before he slid his hand into her panties.

She inhaled deeply. It was if he
had some kind of magic healing powers in his hand and he was morphing the
soreness to pleasure. She was having difficulty fighting it; she felt her body
begin to relax and her legs begin to spread ever so slightly. She could feel
the controlled strength in his hand as he slid it across her tingling skin.

“I thought you didn’t like this?”
he whispered.

His words shattered the magical
cocoon he’d created around her. Her pride screamed at her, begging her to
defend herself.

“I don’t!” she snapped and
struggled to stand up.

He could feel her instantly grow
cold, and he stopped. For the first time, he regretted his words, and he wished
that he could take them back. Instead, he helped her to stand, but he would not
let her go far.

“Does it sting?” he grinned
wolfishly as he slid his hand across her ass.

“Don’t touch me!” She shoved his
hand off her ass as she tried to pull her skirt down.

“Leave it.” He grabbed her hands
and held them tight.

“You’re sadistic.” She glared at
him.

“I am,” he agreed as he stood up.
“And that sadistic streak grows every time you’re near. And stop acting like
you don't like it.”

“I don’t.” She frowned at him as
she tried to pull her hands away.

“Lying will get you nowhere.”

She feared he could physically
see that she was lying. If he knew her, it would be obvious to him. She turned
her head a bit and avoided eye contact.

“If you don’t let go, I will
scream at the top of my lungs,” she bluffed.

“Go ahead; no one in this
building would dare disturb me when that door is locked. The only way they’re
coming in is if I’m the one screaming.”

“That could be arranged, a knee
to the groin would work like a charm.”

It was an empty threat, but she
would say anything to get away from him. She wanted to choke him but she also
wanted him to follow through on his threat. She wanted him to touch her and
that desire was beginning to grow.

“If you hurt my cock, I’ll make
you spend all night nursing it with your mouth. But don’t worry; I’ll still
make you cum, too,” He threatened before he kissed her lips.

It felt like a magnet held her
lips against his. She was trapped inside of her body, willing herself to pull
back, but she could not. She pleaded with herself not to open her lips when he
urged her too; she held them tightly closed.

He pulled back and grabbed her
chin. “Open your mouth.”

She shook her head slowly, her
eyes never leaving his.

“Whatever this is between us, is
obviously not going to fade, stop fighting it.”

“There’s nothing between us. You
don’t affect me.”