Dangerously Loved

Hi Baby

Andria's mother had always told her that Kenneth Braxton was absolute trouble.

It was Kenneth that her father found on top of her at the young age of sixteen. He was twenty at the time but neither of them cared. They had the purest of love and both knew that. Andria could still see her father's fist connecting with his perfectly chiseled face, and Kenneth taking every blow. She was sure her father would call the police but he didn't and that was the last time she saw the love of her life. That didn't mean she didn't hear from him often. Every year on her birthday, he sent her roses, even when she moved clear across the country to Washington State, Kenneth found her and sent them to her.

Nine years had passed since Andria got to see the boy from next door, but that was all about to change. As she down the last bit of her wine, Andria placed the empty glass on the counter and grabbed her purse. Checking the time, she saw that she still had the better part of an hour before a town car came to fetch her. So, she settled into the lounge chair of her extravagant million-dollar penthouse and looked out into the city.

Why after all these years did Kenneth want to see her? Was he not married by now? With a blonde wife, and two beautiful kids?

No, he wasn't and Andria knew that.

His face littered almost every newspaper see bought outside of her office. You can't be the richest man in America and not be in the limelight. Andria was only popular when a high-class client rolled into her office wanting to be admitted into her program. Other than that, she stayed under the radar, and she liked it that way.

Time seemed to move in slow motion, so Andria pulled out her phone and went to stand in front of her floor to ceiling mirror in the foyer. She snapped three different pictures of herself and then posted it to her 1.4 million Instagram followers. The likes were almost instant and so were the comments. One stuck out among the rest, it was Kenneth and he typed a simple "Delete." Andria scoffed to herself and rolled her eyes as she went to sit back down.

Soon enough the town car arrived and Andria made her way down to the lobby of her building and into the cool night air. Her jet-black dress hugged her sweetly, insinuating her already more than generous curves. The wind pushed her curls into her face and she could faintly smell her hairspray. Standing outside of the town car was Manse. A smile so widespread across Andria face at the fact that the old man was still alive and still driving for the Braxton family.

"Manse what a pleasant surprise. You look as handsome as I remember." Andria beamed at the old man and he smiled back, his gray eyes sparkling.

"It has been far too long Ms. Lanora. I hope to see you often from here forward." Manse said sweetly. Andria didn't respond to the man because she didn't know what to say. The night had just begun, and she didn't know how it would end.

What if her and Kenneth absolutely despised each other? Time changes people, and Andria surely wasn't the innocent sixteen-year-old she was before. Since her time with Kenneth she'd explored her sexuality to the fullest. Although she hadn't felt a connection to a man since Kenneth, she'd had her fair share of one-night stands. Call her a whore if you want, Andria called it sexual freedom. It was always safe, and always consensual. She wouldn't lie to herself and say that none of the men satisfied her because that was untrue. If they were gentle with her, she wouldn't cum, but a hard smack of the ass and pull of the hair had her soaring.

So caught up in her thoughts, Andria didn't realize she made it to her destination until the back door was being pulled open. Smiling up at Manse, Andria thanked him. stepped out and took in her surroundings.

"He is on the top floor, the door is locked--here's your key, Ms. Lanora. Mr. Braxton said that you are to go up and strip down to the gift he sent with your dress. Failure to do so will end in punishment." Manse said this so fluently and without batting a single lash. On the other hand, Andria gawked, while open and closing her mouth like a fish out of water. But despite her stunned state, she grabbed the key and went into the building.

Andria made her way over to the elevators her mind trying to playing out different types of scenarios. In the end, it didn't matter, she was already in the building, on the elevator, heading up to see the man that she'd periodically masturbate too. As the elevator dinged to the top floor, Andria stepped out with her head held high as always. She was a strong woman and Kenneth Braxton wouldn't make her fold.

There was a single door on the hall, and as Andria neared it, she could hear the melodies of Mozart playing so loudly that you could hear it through the door. Mozart even at the young age of sixteen was Andria's favorite. She'd listen to him whenever her anxiety would peek to the point, she'd sake.

Had Kenneth done this to calm her?

Slipping the key into the assigned lock Andria unlocked the door and pushed the door open. Mozart came to a halt and was replaced by silent calm. The faint smell of roses assaulted her nostrils as she stepped in and closed the door behind her. Stripping of her purse and coat, Andria hung it on the coat rack and turned back around to see a mop of black curls peeking out from over a large black leather chair. Andria stepped forward but the deep rumble sound of his voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

"If you take another step into my home without doing as you were told.... you will be tied down and gagged the rest of the night." Kenneth voice was deep and dangerous. It sounded of a thousand rolls of thunder, and it shook her skeleton.

Andria felt her heartrate speed up and the skin of her chest flushed a deep red that she was sure her face matched.

Was she about to strip in the foyer of his home? It wasn't as if she was not prepared. Kenneth had sent over a lingerie set that he partnered with a sinful garner belt, all of it his favorite vibrant red.

"Kenneth, I don't-"

"Leave!" Kenneth roared as he sat with his back to her.

"W-What?" Andria felt her heart sink.

"You will either do as you are told or you will leave!" His voice was angry yet pleading if that was even possible. The pleading sound that comes from his tone was enough for Andria to do as told. With shaking hands, she unzipped the side of her dress and shrugged it from her shoulders. The silk fabric pooled at her feet and she stood in what Kenneth had requested of her.

"Come to me." Andria's feet carried her to Kenneth like he held a rope to her waist and pulled at it.

When Andria walked around the leather couch and came face to face with Kenneth, she gasped loudly. This wasn't the man she had seen all those years ago. He was shirtless, only dressed in a pair of grey slacks. His arms were littered with tattoos but his perfectly tone chest was clear of any art. Nothing had truly changed about his face, it had only matured, and if anything, it he'd became more attractive, muscular littering every inch of him. Kenneth stared up her with those dark blue eyes, that resemble the deepest part of the ocean and smirked.

"Kneel." Kenneth spoke lazily and once again, Andria's body answered him by kneel in-between his thick, muscular legs. It was then that he gave Andria that dazzling perfect smile and gripped her chin. He leaned forward and ghosted his lips across hers before whispering two words that made Andria want to bite down on his bottom lip.

"Hi baby."