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  Her eyes grew wide, but she didn't hesitate to scoot over so she was in front of me. Using the easy-access pocket in the front of my boxer briefs, she withdrew my hard cock. Encasing it with one hand, she took the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.

  Sinking my hand into her hair, I fisted the strands tightly. Her mouth was hot and slick and nearly made my eyes cross.

  More women than I'd admit to had gone down on me. It was less complicated than fucking them, but none of them even came close to having Alix on her knees in front of me. Maybe it was her skill, or maybe it was simply the fact that it was her which made it so much more erotic and feel so much better.

  Tensing my thighs, I prepared myself for when she took me all the way into her mouth, letting my cock hit the back of her tight throat. As if knowing what I wanted, Alix sucked me deep. A groan was out of my throat before I could even think to stop it.

  Alix used one hand to gently massage my balls while the other chased her mouth up and down my shaft.

  "Damn, Alix," I exhaled when her hand on my balls slipped back to press against my perineum in time with her strokes.

  She moaned when her lips were around the base, sending vibrations all the way through my dick.

  I wasn't going to come, no matter how good she gave head. I had other plans for that and even if I didn't want to admit it, me and my dick weren't in our teens anymore. Getting off more than twice in a night was rare. Pulling on her hair that was still wrapped around my fist, she only moaned and fought me to keep sucking.

  "Enough," I grunted harshly.

  Frowning, she finally released my cock from her mouth and sat back on her knees. Her eyes were on the floor, but her pout was easy to see.

  "Stop pouting," I said as I shoved my dick back into my briefs. "Have you seen enough to know what your punishment will be? And I won't be distracted when it's time for it by a little dick sucking."

  "Yes, sir," she said, keeping her head down.

  "Then let’s get out of here." I tugged on her leash and she stood to follow me.

  Once back in our room, I took the collar off her and threw it on the bed. Pushing her hair over her shoulders so it draped down her back, I traced her jawline with my fingertips before dropping them to her neck to flow over her shoulders. Finally, my hands found hers and I clasped them.

  "I want to meet you outside of here. Go on a real date. Do things that don't involve sex," I said.

  Her eyes lifted to meet mine for the first time since we'd entered the room. "Seriously?"

  The question sent a red hot flare through my stomach. Was she going to refuse me after everything?

  "Seriously." I swallowed and fought to keep my nerves from showing. I might be her dominant, but she could easily show me the door or only want to be with me while at the club.

  "Of course. I didn't think you would want that." A smile spread over her face, lighting up her eyes. "I would love to."

  Unable to hold back, I planted a soft kiss upon her lips. “I can’t wait,” I said, letting my lips brush against hers. Pulling back, I let go of her hands. Dropping my voice, I said, “Get on the bed.”

  From the stiffening of her spine and the way she rapidly moved to follow orders, I knew she understood I was once more her Dom. Climbing on the bed, she lay on her back, knees spread, obviously trying to entice me.

  “Is this your way of telling me I haven’t given your pussy enough attention?” I stepped closer to the bed while chastising her wantonness.

  As the meaning of my words sank in, she closed her legs, lowering them on the bed so her feet nearly touched the footboard. “No, sir.”

  “Don’t forget who’s in charge here.” I shoved off my briefs, then knelt next to her on the bed. “I have something special planned. See, I told you our first time together would be memorable and it isn’t over yet.”

  “I can’t wait to see what else you have in mind, sir.” Alix bit her bottom lip as she quivered with excitement.

  “Roll over,” I instructed. When her beautiful round bottom came into view, my palm slapped it hard. Watching the bright red blossom over her cheek, I had to resist the urge to add a matching mark to the other side. Alix’s soft moan didn’t help my resolve. Grabbing both her hips in my hands, I lifted her so her knees supported her weight, making her ass stick in the air. The harness was working perfectly, keeping the dildo firmly in place. Pushing against it caused Alix to gasp. “Oh, forget that was there, Precious?”

  “N… no, sir. Just didn’t expect… the movement,” she said, her voice muffled from the bed.

  Smiling, I reached around her to grab the bottle of lube from the small nightstand. A few drops was all I needed before dropping the bottle on the bed. With one hand I rubbed the lube over my erect cock while pulling and pushing on the harnessed dildo, mimicking thrusting. Once the lube was warmed and my cock was well-lubricated, I moved my hand between her cheeks. Rubbing two fingers against her puckered entrance, I slipped my other hand between her thighs to find her clit.

  Even though from what I remembered she’d said she had never tried anal, she didn’t jump or pull away at all as one of my fingers pushed into her back channel. Only going to my second knuckle, I pulled back to rub around the rim a few more times, keeping the rotations in time with my fingers on her clit. The next time I used two fingers to enter her, earning me a sigh of contentment and her ass pushing backwards, welcoming me.

  Thrusting delicately, I eventually managed to get them all the way in, preparing her to take me. After giving her a few deep thrusts, I removed my fingers, causing her to whimper in protest, which made me slap her other cheek in warning.

  My little subbie needed to learn to take what she was given without begging for more.

  Grabbing hold of my cock, I trailed the head of it up and down her crack before lining it up with the slippery rosette. Even though I had prepped her, it would still be a battle to get in her tight hole and uncomfortable for her. One hand dipped around her leg to return to teasing her clit as my other one planted firmly on the top of her ass. Slowly, I pushed forward until her body opened up, welcoming me into its warmth.

  “Oh,” Alix gasped, and a shiver worked its way down her back. Still she didn’t move, but I could see her hands fisted into the bed sheets.

  Pulling out gently, I thrust back in, slightly deeper. Little by little, I sank my dick into her ass while teasing her clit the whole time. By the time my hips pressed against her beautiful bottom, she was moaning while rocking back and forth on her knees.

  “Sir. Please. I need to come,” Alix cried as she turned her head to try to look at me.

  “Not yet, you don’t,” I snarled, releasing her clit from its torture. Digging both hands into her hips, I pulled back and let loose on her. I’d been as patient and caring as I could. The beast demanded to be let free and I let him take over, pounding into her ass relentlessly.

  With each thrust, the harness shoved the dildo in and out. Alix was getting well and truly fucked. The first time with her had been nice, but that wasn’t what I had been talking about when I told her she’d never forget our first time. Me taking her ass while my seed was still being shoved deep in her pussy. That was what I had been talking about. Making sure she was marked in every way possible. She was mine. Even little bits of my come were down her throat from her sucking my dick so well. I would make sure to fill her throat with my seed soon to make sure she remembered whose cock owned her body.

  All I had left was to learn every part of her beautiful mind and make it mine as well. I had already started working on that.

  “Master. Please,” Alix whined.

  Since I could feel my own release growing near, I growled, “Come, Precious.”

  The shriek that left her made my balls tighten with pride and my own orgasm washed over me as I spilled inside her. Once I could feel my legs again, I sadly pulled my dick from her before quickly undoing the harness straps and easing the dildo from her pussy.

  Alix’s knees
slid out from under her and she lay still for a few moments before slowly rolling over to gaze at me. “Amazing.” Her eyelids slowly closed before opening again.

  “I need to go, but there is one thing I would like to do first,” I said, pulling on my briefs again.

  “What’s that?” Alix breathed, taking longer to open her eyes.

  I retrieved an item from my trouser pocket before dropping them back to the ground again. Returning to the bed, I sat next to her. “Something I’ve been wanting to return to you.”

  I held up a hand, letting the strand of pearls drop from my fingers to swing between us.

  “More pearls.” Alix smiled.

  “No. These are your pearls. The first strand. Your collar. The ones you are never to take off. The other ones can be added or taken off whenever you’d like, but these are to always stay on unless I take them off or you decide you no longer want to be my submissive.” Using both hands, I clasped the necklace around her neck before pulling her hair out from it. “They look beautiful. You make them beautiful.”

  “Thank you, Master,” Alix exhaled as she trailed her fingers along the strand.

  Chapter 3

  Alix

  After Master gave me back my necklace, he redressed before leaving me on the bed with a soft kiss to my forehead. I was worn out. Never before had I been so thoroughly fucked or so incredibly relaxed. There was a peacefulness surrounding me that made me never want to move.

  Eventually I managed to make myself get out of the bed and go home. I didn’t want to, but it wasn’t as much fun to be in our playroom when Master wasn’t there. Not to mention it had to be the middle of the night or extremely early morning hours. At least I didn’t have to work tomorrow so I could spend all day at home in my bed.

  Except by the time I pulled into my driveway, I realized I had multiple texts that I would have to answer before crashing. Most of them were from Jennifer, who apparently had a lot to say. The last one was from Master. I responded to his first. He’d simply asked me to let him know when I got home.

  I am now home. Thank you for my necklace back. I missed it. I can’t wait for our date.

  Falling back onto the couch, I opened the string of messages from Jennifer. She was rambling on and on about her night and how crazy it was and how she’d happened to run into this guy she’d hooked up with in the past. After many long messages, I made it to the most recent one.

  I’m glad you found the man who knocked your socks off again. Long night here. Just getting to bed. Talk to you later.

  Yawning, I tried to find the energy to make it to my bedroom. Instead, I leaned over and kicked my feet up on the couch so I was lying down. As my eyes drifted closed, my phone alerted me to an incoming text. It was from Master.

  I look forward to it as well. Does tonight work for you?

  I don’t have to work so it would be perfect.

  Send me your address and I’ll be there at six to pick you up.

  I quickly entered my address and sent it to him before tucking the phone under one arm as I drifted off to sleep. I meant to listen for a return message, but my body had other ideas and I was out cold in seconds.

  When I awoke it was definitely past noon from the way the sun shone through the curtains. A glance at the clock let me know I still had hours before John was due to show. Knowing I had a date with nothing except work clothes in my closet, I hurriedly put on clean jeans with a t-shirt and drove to a nearby strip mall, where there were a few boutiques.

  It took much longer than I wanted, but I finally found a dress that I felt comfortable yet sexy in. Long, lace sleeves made me feel covered even though there was a low dip in the back of the dress.

  After rushing home, I showered before blowing my hair completely straight. Slipping the dress on, I admired it in the mirror for a moment, noting that the mid-thigh length was just sexy enough for me. I knew I didn’t have much time left so I hastily put on darker than normal smoky eyeshadow with eyeliner. A dash of mascara and lip gloss finished my look. As I stepped into a pair of four-inch black heels, the door bell rang.

  I practically ran to the door, then forced myself to take a deep breath and run a hand through my hair before opening it. There he was.

  John was dressed in a perfectly-tailored suit that showed off his lean, muscular body. It was almost sinful simply to look at him, he looked that good. As soon as he saw me, a smile spread over his face and he stepped forward.

  “Alix,” he said in that husky, delicious voice with a slight British accent.

  “John,” I fought the urge to look down as my nerves skyrocketed. I had tried not to think about it all day, but I was finally getting the one thing I’d wanted for so long.

  “Can I come in?” he asked, yet took another step closer, knowing I wouldn’t refuse him.

  “Absolutely.” I opened the door wider to accommodate his larger frame. Once he was through, I closed it and leaned back, taking deep breaths.

  Turning, he faced me and lifted a hand. I thought he was going to touch my face like he did quite often, but instead his fingers lifted the pearl necklace. “They look beautiful on you.”

  “Thank you.” I ducked my head, unable to meet his eyes after such a compliment.

  “Are you ready for tonight?” Before I could even answer, he framed my body with his arms and lowered his head until his lips were just above mine. “I have an exciting evening planned, Precious.”

  “I would ask where we’re going, but I have a feeling you won’t tell me.” I smirked.

  “And you would be correct about that. However, part of the fun starts here.” Dropping his hands to my shoulders, he slowly trailed them up my neck to cup my face and plant a solid, chaste kiss against my lips. “Turn around, Precious.”

  Taking one last look into his blue eyes, I turned to face the door.

  A large, warm hand traced the opening on the back of my dress as an appreciative hum came from him.

  When a cool, heavy material wrapped around my upper arm, I looked down. It was a leather band. What it was for, I didn’t know, but I knew I’d be finding out shortly. A similar band was wrapped around my other arm and something wrapped across the center of my back. I didn’t understand until I tried to move my arms forward and found I couldn’t.

  My upper arms were strapped to my torso. It wasn’t tight or painful, just... restrictive. Panic welled inside me, but I pushed it back knowing John wasn’t going to hurt me. He only ever introduced me to new levels of arousal and passion.

  “Does that feel okay? Not too tight?” John asked as if reading my thoughts.

  “Yes, sir. It’s fine. Although I will say I’m not sure how I’m going to eat or do other things,” I said, concerned.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

  Like I had any doubt. I nearly snorted, but that wouldn’t go over well so I forced a smile instead.

  John opened the coat closet next to the door and rifled through it before shutting it. “That’s all the coats you have? You need to go shopping. I think that’ll be one of the things we shall do together.”

  My cheeks flared pink. I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t go out and party or even socialize with people outside of work, so I didn’t have much that didn’t fall into the “boring work clothes” category.

  “Come. I have something that’ll work in the car,” John said, opening the front door for me.

  I turned to grab my purse and phone, but he stepped in my way.

  “You won’t be needing anything like that tonight. Except your house key.” He grabbed my key ring off the counter before placing a hand on my lower back and gently, yet forcefully, showing me out of the house. Locking the door behind us, he rushed to open the passenger door for me before running around and sliding into the driver’s seat. I’d never seen a car with doors that open upward and it made me feel like I was climbing into the Delorean in Back to The Future. Well, a super nice and fancy one, anyway.

  As he drove away from
my house, he glanced at me and smiled broadly. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

  “Yes, thank you.” I didn’t know how else to address the compliment. I felt like a clumsy, ball of nerves, not beautiful.

  The drive passed quickly and quietly. It was possible we were both dealing with nerves or maybe it was that we didn’t need meaningless conversation to fill every moment spent together. When we pulled into a parking lot, John parked the car before reaching into the backseat to retrieve a black scarf.

  “This will work perfectly,” he said before climbing out of the car. Moving briskly, he went around the car to open the door for me. I was thankful since I didn’t think I could’ve managed with the restriction of my arms. John scooped me out of my seat before letting me slide down his body to my feet. As I reeled from the feeling of his body, he wrapped the scarf around my back and shoulders.

  I could feel the fabric brush against the opening on my back, telling me that with the way it was wrapped around my shoulders and upper arms it effectively concealed the contraption John had locked me into.

  “There we go.” John walked a slow circle around me as his eyes took me in from head to toe from every angle. “You look perfect.”

  With that, he wrapped his arm around my waist and led me toward the restaurant. It wasn't somewhere I'd been before, but from the number of cars in the parking lot I'd say it had to be pretty darn good. John opened the door, letting me walk in before him. His hand only left my back momentarily before it returned. It was like he didn't want to let me get too far from him, which was reassuring since I was limited in what I could and couldn't do. At the hostess stand, John let them know he had a reservation.

  "Would you like to check your wrap, miss?" the hostess asked once she found what she needed in the book before her.

  "No, she’s fine," John answered before I could even open my mouth. Obviously he'd anticipated the question.