The door unlatched and opened. Alex stepped in, gasping at the sight of her. He was clad in his leather jacket, a backpack slung over his shoulder and a large gym bag in one hand.
She said nothing right away, merely throwing up a smoldering look as he locked the door behind him. “How may I serve you, master?” she asked, reaching up meaningfully for his belt.
Alex grunted, closing his eyes and leaning back on the door. An eager smile began to spread across Lorelei’s face, but then he tenderly took her hand in his, pulling it away from his groin. “Hold on,” he requested softly. Lorelei complied and smothered her frustration, wondering what the hell his problem could be now.
He drew her up to her feet and then he turned down to unzip the gym bag. “These are for you,” he said. Lorelei blinked curiously and watched as he pulled a small bouquet of roses out of the bag.
They were gorgeous. He’d been careful about transporting them. She looked in his eyes, still curious and unsure where he would go with this though the meaning was apparently clear. “No one has ever brought me flowers before,” she whispered as she took them.
“You’re kidding.” His voice was just as hushed as hers.
She shook her head, then corrected. “Not…not once they believe that they have me. Not once we’ve lain together and lust becomes the driving force. I have been pursued with romance, of course,” she explained quietly, “but you already have me. And yet this is… I’m not sure what to say.”
“I wanted to say thank you,” Alex explained. “Say whatever you want about this being a better alternative to the priest or your old master, and how good we are in bed together and all, but…” He gestured at their surroundings and then at himself. “I know this wasn’t something you ever wanted. I frustrate you. But you’ve been good to me, all things considered. You’ve been kind. You haven’t insulted me or complained or anything.
“I…I like you, Lorelei. More than anyone I’ve ever met.”
Her head spun again, as it had the first time they’d lain together. She liked the confidence and appreciation in his voice, but flowers? What did she need with flowers? Such a silly gesture. And yet, she felt herself admitting it aloud: “I like you a great deal, Alex.”
“We need to get you clothes. I don’t want to keep hiding you. I want to figure out how to make you part of my life and make you as happy as I can.” He took her hand again. “And there’s something I want to do for you, right now, because it bothers me that there’s this imbalance between us.”
Alex brought her into the living room and sat her on the plush lounge chair. She felt a constant rush of his desire as he set aside his bags and pulled off his jacket, then pushed aside the ottoman in front of the chair.
Her partner sank to his knees in front of her and caressed her legs with open desire. Her eyes fluttered as his hands slid along those flawless thighs, ever higher, and gently, softly spread them apart. It was Lorelei’s turn to breathe heavily with expectation. She understood what he meant to do. She hadn’t thought this could come without some suggestion on her part. Like the flowers, it was entirely unnecessary by now. Possession was assured.
His right hand slid back, moving under one knee and holding it up where he could kiss along her thigh with just a turn of his head. He trailed soft kisses up toward her center, taking his time like every article and movie he’d ever seen instructed. He shifted from the right leg to the left, slowly moving up all the while.
Their eyes never broke contact as his mouth descended to softly, slowly lick the lips between her legs. Lorelei breathed in sharply at the sheer pleasure of it, and though Alex was amazed at her taste, he kept his cool. He kissed and caressed her, and finally whispered, “I’ve never done this, of course.”
“You’re doing very well,” Lorelei breathed.
“We both know the whole ‘master’ thing turns me on,” he admitted between kisses that left her panting. “But I don’t want that to be all there is between us.”
Her mouth quivered as his lips descended on hers again. Her breath came out in small, blissful whimpers. It was like a repeat of their first coupling. A faint alarm rang out in the back of her mind. Normally, men and women could become addicted to tasting her like this. It would grant her ever-greater control. She knew instinctively that it would not work out that way this time.
Her scent thrilled him. She felt his desires and his pleasures as strongly as ever. Lorelei knew instantly that the taste of her enthralled Alex, that he loved this task and would not hesitate to indulge her again. He took his time with this intimacy, savoring both the act and the reactions his kiss brought out of her.
Lorelei realized this could result in her yielding more control and more loyalty rather than the other way around. The first touch of his tongue left her ready to beg and plead for more if he paused. He was on his knees, bowed before her as her victims so often were, and yet rather than triumphant she felt increasingly vulnerable. Her chest rose and fell heavily with each breath.
He teased more than touched at first, his cheeks brushing against her inner thighs and his tongue only barely caressing her labia. She’d seen lovers lose all control and willpower and escalate quickly because she felt and tasted so good, but Alex held back. He concentrated on making her feel good rather than satisfying his desires. His licks and kisses gradually became less tentative, indulging more and more of her flesh but still keeping his cool and making her want more.
Overcome with rapture, Lorelei pushed the fingers of one hand through his hair and pulled him closer. The hell with it, she decided. Her breath became heavier as a first climax came on. It clearly heralded more to come later. Alex tasted ever more of her, devouring her surrender with his kiss. He slowed and softened as she came down from the high of orgasm, stroking her body with gentle hands… and continued with his attentions.
“Yes, Alex,” Lorelei breathed. “Please. More.”
Alex said nothing. His mouth was busy with better things than words.
Chapter 7:
Does she want more? I feel like I could do this more, but…
Alex enjoyed his task. A little soreness in his knees seemed like a small price to pay to drive Lorelei this wild. One climax after another left her all but melted into the chair, moaning wantonly as her pleasures rose and fell. I can suck it up for awhile if she wants…
“More?” he asked softly.
Her chest rose and fell heavily. Eventually, she reached out one hand to him, which he took in his to kiss her fingers. “Alex,” she exhaled.
More silence. “I’ll keep going, if you want it,” he offered
His words elicited a joyful groan. “No, master… I will always want more of this. So much more of this. Alex…” Her voice trailed off. Lorelei’s free hand came down to his face. “I will never stop wanting this. Wanting you. This means so much. If you wait for me to tell you I have had enough, you’ll be bowed before me forever.”
“I can think of worse things,” he grinned, though he shifted restlessly on his knees.
“No, don’t tempt me.” Lorelei shook her head as much to clear it as to communicate. “Your point is made, and taken to heart. But you must decide. In this, for your own sake.” She gestured for him to come closer. He rose up off of his knees, allowing her to pull him in for a deeply appreciative kiss.
“There’ll be more than just this time,” Alex promised.
“I know,” she said, kissing him again. “I know. Alex, I need you. I feel your needs. I’ve felt them all this time. Let me relieve you.”
“Twist my arm,” he grinned. She immediately pulled off his shirt and he kicked off his shoes, but then Alex paused. “Wait,” he said. The sudden pleading look of desperation in her eyes could have broken his heart, and made him wonder if they were both in for just such a fate. He sat down on the ottoman. “I have to tell you something about today. Have to confess something, I guess.”