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Yanking her back, I pushed a hand against her shoulder blades, making her lean forward. Her hands braced against my knees as I thrust up into her at the same time my hands forced her to rock against me.

“Yes, just like that, Precious,” I groaned. I reached around and tugged on the chain between her breasts and she pushed harder back against me. My other hand slid up her back to sink into her hair and yank her head back.

“Oh, Master,” she cried out, but continued to move as much as she could against me.

With a glance, I saw the couple on the stage was really going at it and I was determined to have my sub making just as much, if not more noise than hers.

“Yeah, tell me how good it feels,” I instructed Alix.

“I love having your cock fill me, sir. It’s so hard and feels so good stretching me. You make me so wet with the way you control me,” she cried out loudly. Knowing she had dropped all her walls and was giving me all of herself had my balls drawing up and my cock throbbing even more. Nothing turned me on like having Alix submit to me and hand me all that she was.

A few thrusts later and I couldn’t hold back much longer. I reached up and unclipped one of Alix’s nipples and she cried out while clenching down on me. When I did the other side she screamed and I lost it. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I held her down as I thrust erratically against her until I spilled inside of her.

I sucked Alix-scented air into my lungs as I tried to center myself again. She leaned back with me, breathing hard herself.

“I didn’t come, Master,” she said proudly as I gently rubbed my fingers over her stomach.

“You are such a good girl. I’ll have to reward you later for it,” I sighed contentedly until I felt my softening cock sliding out of her. Both of us groaned deeply when the last of it slipped free. It took me a few minutes to finally have the strength to move again, but when I did, I helped Alix to her feet. “Come, my love, we are done here for tonight.”

I scooped the nipple clamps off the floor before clasping Alix’s hand with my opposite one. After a brief stop in my room to redress, I threaded our fingers together and we returned to my car. The ride to her house was more relaxed than the one to the restaurant had been, at least for me.

Once we were inside her place, she locked the door and leaned back on it.

“Would you like a drink? A glass of wine perhaps?” she asked, wringing her hands together. How she reverted back to the shy woman amazed me.

“A glass of water or juice would be great. You can have wine if that is what you prefer,” I said. As tempting as it would be to have a glass of wine for what I had in mind, one drink was one too many in my world. When she left the room, presumably to go to the kitchen, I walked through her house. I knew exactly where her bedroom was so I headed there.

By the time she found me, I had run a hot bath and lit the few candles I could find.

“What’s this?” She looked around as she held out a glass of what appeared to be grape juice for me.
In her other hand was a glass of wine for herself.

I set my glass on the counter before wrapping my arms around her.

“This is the next part of our date,” I murmured before taking her lips.

Chapter 7

Alix

I squeezed my glass of wine as John kissed me deeply. While the kiss was passionate, it was slow and tender. I swooned into it. He’d never kissed me quite like that before.

He pulled back, took my glass from me and set it on the counter next to his before reaching up to pull my dress off. It pooled around my feet and he took a step back to look at me, really look at me. He took his time running his eyes over my body. Finally he held out a hand and helped me step out of my dress.

Taking his time, he helped me out of each of my undergarments, which I had hastily put back on before we left the club. When I was naked, he motioned for me to get in the tub.
He guided me into the scalding water, and I gasped at its heat. I loved that even though he could be so demanding and unrelenting, he also had a sweet, tender side. He always made sure I was getting everything I needed before I could even ask for it.

“It’ll feel good once you’re all the way in. Trust me,” he said, smiling.

“I do,” I answered automatically, because I did. There might be certain things I wasn’t willing to share yet, but I did trust him more than I ever had before. Sinking down into the tub, I held my breath, but once it was up to my shoulders I relaxed and blew out a long, calming breath. “You were right.”

“I know.” He stripped himself before climbing in behind me. The water nearly overflowed, but I didn’t care. Let it ruin the whole room, it’d be worth feeling John pressed against me, massaging my shoulders and arms while he kissed the sensitive skin of my neck.

Slowly I felt every single muscle in my body relax from the heat and his ministrations. His hands slowly cupped my breasts before teasing my nipples. Moaning, I arched against him and felt his arousal against my back. One hand slid down my stomach until he reached my clit. Moving in a lazy circle, he teased the nerve-filled bud until I was moving against him, trying to get him to go faster.

“No, Precious, slow. This is going to last,” he breathed against my damp skin.  Still he moved calmly, farther down, until his fingers found my opening and pressed inside me. His free hand moved to tease my other nipple while his fingers found a leisurely pace gliding in and out of me.

It was exactly what I needed, where I needed it. Biting my lip, I tried to hold back my moans and hide that I was close to the edge, but again, he knew my body as well as I did and pulled out of me.

“Get out of the water,” he instructed me, then lifted me under my arms until I pushed my feet under myself and stood. Grabbing a towel, I wrapped it around myself before turning to give him a confused look. He followed me out and slung one around his hips. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and tugged me into my bedroom. Once we were next to the bed, he removed both our towels.

I climbed onto the center of the bed and lay on my back, knowing that was how he liked me. Smiling, he crawled onto the foot and spread my feet apart. His smile grew wider as he looked up the center of my body to meet my gaze.
Having his eyes on me while his beautiful face lit up set me on fire. My pussy was crying out from not being allowed to get off. I had to fight to now writhe my hips as need coursed through me when my eyes dropped to his erection that begged for attention.

“Beautiful. Every single inch,” he said, lowering his head between my thighs. His tongue slid all the way up my crease and he looked at me again. Licking his lips, he said, “So delicious.”

I fisted my hands in the sheets, knowing I could never hold off an orgasm when his mouth was on me — he was too good. Unlike every other time, though, he took his time licking every inch of me before dipping between my swollen lips and teasing my clit, then my opening and even my rosette before moving back up to the top of my slit.

He’d barely touched me and I was already breathing fast. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I convulsed from the sudden shot of pleasure that came from the single point of my body. He gently flicked the swollen nub as two fingers pressed into me. Just like everything else, they moved slowly in and out, tormenting me.

I didn’t think I could take anymore. Thankfully, he seemed to sense it and moved up my body. He stopped to trace my nipples with the tip of his tongue before finally bringing his mouth to mine. My lips parted instantly and I could taste myself on him.

Shifting his hips, his erection found my opening and slowly entered me. Pushing off the mattress, he shifted his hips against mine and even though I tried to align our bodies, he made sure it he didn’t slip in me. As he looked down at me, one of his hands slipped down to position himself at my entrance and he smiled. He decided when. His finger flicked against my clit before his hand moved up to cup my cheek. Slowly, he rocked against me and I wrapped my legs around his calves and tightened my arms around his back. Once his balls rested against my ass, he stopped to slow steady movements.

“You feel so good, Precious,” he sighed before pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

“Yes, but it’s not enough,” I groaned. I didn’t care if I got another punishment, I needed to come.

“But it is. Relax and leave it to me.”

“I’m trying,” I whimpered. I could never get off with slow and easy. It had to be hard and fast to get anywhere.

“No, you just think you are. Calm your mind. Trust me to give you what you need,” he said, his warm breath mingling with mine while his weight pressed into me.

Taking a deep breath of my own, I thought only of John and our night together, him sliding in and out of me, his body against mine. I felt it then, the building of an orgasm. As soon as I focused on it, it disappeared and I let out a frustrated groan.

“I can’t.”

“Try again. You can.” His voice held so much patience and love I couldn’t help but listen.

When I felt the gathering of pleasure, I ignored it as best I could and stayed focused on his slow thrusts and the friction of my nipples against his chest.
The look in his eyes as he gazed down at me. The trust, the acceptance that I’d never found anywhere else, it was all right there.

“Come, Precious,” John said, and I did. I exploded around him. My nails dug into the flesh of his back, my eyes clenched closed as every muscle tightened painfully before releasing into a completely relaxed state. “Good girl.”

As I recovered from my racing heart and rapid breathing, I found John kneeling over my chest.
His hand slid up and down his length as he waited for me to float back down.

“Suck me off. Coat your throat with me. Mark it as mine.” His eyes glowed in the dim light. He was only inches from my face. Taking a moment, I took a mental picture of him with his hand riding his cock as he stared at me. It was me that turned him on that much and a spark of happiness shot through my entire body.

Licking my lips, I lifted my head and took him into my mouth. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked his erection as deep as I could. Cradling his balls in one hand, I wrapped the other around the base of his cock, the part I couldn’t get in my mouth because of the angle. It only took a few strokes before he fisted his hand in my hair and shouted my name as come spurted down my throat.

“God, I think I love you,” John said still breathing hard as he moved back down the bed to pull me so I rested on his heaving chest.

“No, you love my body,” I joked, resting a hand under my chin as I looked up at his face, but he didn’t smile or respond, simply met my gaze for a moment.

“Maybe,” he finally whispered. He tucked my head into his chest and murmured, “Sleep, Precious.”

I couldn’t help but do as I was told. I was exhausted, but it had certainly been a night to remember.

In the morning, I was surprised to find John still wrapped around me. I hadn’t expected him to stay the whole night. Running a hand down his stubble-lined cheek, I smiled. I still couldn’t believe he was in my bed. As much as I wanted to enjoy him the way he was, I feared he needed to go to work.

“John?” I whispered, stroking his cheek again.

“Precious.” His lips barely moved and his eyes stayed closed.

“John? Do you need to work today?” I asked, even though I still wasn’t sure he was awake.

He groaned and opened his eyes. It was the first time I’d ever seen him pout. Pulling me closer to him, he rolled onto his back while glancing at the clock.

“Yes, unfortunately. I’m late already, but I really don’t want to go,” he spoke into my hair as he ran a hand over it.

“Well, as much as I don’t want you to leave, you better get a move on. I don’t want you to get in trouble with your boss.” I sat up and the sheet fell to my lap exposing my breasts.

“That is
not
the way to motivate me to go to work.” His eyes were locked on my hard nipples. Licking his lips, he moved toward me, but I jumped out of the bed.

“Come on. None of that,” I laughed when his pout reappeared. “I’ll see you after you are done at work.”

He let out a long, resigned sigh before climbing from the bed. His cock stood erect, but he didn’t seem to notice as he scratched his stomach and stretched.

“I’ll call you later,” he said, wrapping a hand around me before I could dodge him again. He bit my lip then gave me a tender kiss before releasing me again. As he gathered his clothes and put them on, he watched me. “I could get used to waking up next to you.”

“Me too,” I smiled and wrapped a robe around my nude body. After another kiss, he left and I fell onto the bed to relive the entire night in my head.

Chapter 8

John

I’d never been a morning person, but being roused by Alix seemed to have changed that. After a quick stop at my apartment to shower, I headed to the office. Since I was late, I knew I’d have a couple upset patients to deal with, but it also reinforced the fact that I needed a receptionist. So after calling everyone and letting them know I was running late, I made the call I’d been putting off.

“Hello?” her overly sweet voice carried over the line after only one ring.

“Mariah? It’s John.” I didn’t want to beat around the bush.

“Well, hello John. How are you?” A smile evident in her voice.

“Very well. I’m calling about your application for my receptionist position. I’d like to hire you, if you are still interested.” It wasn’t a social call and I didn’t want her to mistake it as one. I knew I’d have to make sure she knew this wasn’t a sign that we were going to, or even could, get back together, but simply the fact that I needed a reliable receptionist.

“When would you like for me to start?” she asked after a moment of quiet.

“As soon as you are available.”

“I can be there tomorrow morning, if that works.” Her voice had turned to her business tone. Her sickly sweet, over affectionate tone was gone and the unease in my gut settled. Everything would be fine.

“Perfect. You remember where my office is?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll see you at eight sharp,” I said, then hung up the phone.

I wasn’t sure it was a good idea hiring an ex, but I didn’t have much of a choice if I wanted to spend as much time as I could with Alix. I needed the help and she was the only applicant who I thought would work out.
Hopefully letting her know where I stood from the get go would make sure she stayed professional. Things had ended amicably so I was sure I had nothing to worry about.

The rest of the day was spent meeting with clients and talking about their problems. In-office hours were normally pretty tame. It was my out-of-office appointments that were more exciting and provided the challenge I loved.

As much as I wanted to run over to Alix’s place as soon as I was done with work, I didn’t. I wanted to make her wait, allow her time to really let everything sink in. Okay, I did go over, but I didn’t knock on the door; I simply checked on her to make sure she was okay before returning home.

I managed to stay away for a whole week, making excuses about work keeping me busy. While I
was
busy getting Mariah brought up to date, it normally wouldn’t have kept me from Alix. I’d get glimpses and flirty eye contact when she was at work and I used that to carry me through. I needed to make sure she understood what she was getting into with me and accepted it as her own decision, not something I forced on her.

Through our many text and phone conversations, she more than reassured me she wanted to move forward with everything we could become. She even went so far as to tell me she was scared because she hadn’t been in a relationship in a long time, but she wasn’t going to let it stop her from exploring what it was we had between us.

On her next day off, I asked to pick her up once I was done working for the day and she said she’d be waiting. I took a shower, then stood in my closet with nothing on looking at all the suits hanging there. Finally I decided on my favorite one. I could’ve picked jeans, but I liked the way it felt to have a impeccably-tailored pair of trousers with a coat that emphasized my hard-earned body. Plus, I knew Alix couldn’t help but drool when I wore them and I loved to tease her every possible way I could.

When I knocked on her door, I wasn’t left waiting. She immediately opened it to reveal her beautiful hair was left down, like I preferred. The tight, white dress had to have been something she bought just for me because I didn’t think she’d wear it to work. I could see the faint outlines of black lace under it which had my cock throbbing before I’d even said a single word to her.

“John,” she said on a breathless sigh.

“Alix.” I clasped one of her hands, bringing it up to my lips to leave a soft kiss on her knuckles. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.” She held up a ring with her house keys on it, showing me she had been waiting, exactly like she’d said she would be.

We passed the drive to dinner with idle chatter. The meal was filled with the same. It was nice to have someone to talk to about mundane things. I still hadn’t told her Mariah was my ex, but I didn’t think it was an issue since on her first day I had made it as clear as I could that she was only there to do a job and that was it. She’d been professional ever since.

I loved hearing about Alix’s day even though it was filled with cleaning and chores around the house. She told me stories about Jennifer, the girl that worked the receptionist desk at the hotel, and had us both laughing at her theatrics.

By the time I pulled up at the club I was more than ready to get her out of the slinky dress that’d kept me half hard all night and hear her moans that I’d missed all week.

Once we walked into the club, I hooked a finger through her pearl necklace and led her to my room. I shut and locked the exterior door before closing the one to the dressing area just outside the room. There were to be no interruptions.

Taking her in my arms, I unzipped her dress while my lips met hers. Our tongues tangled as I pushed her dress off, letting it pool around her feet.

“May I undress you, Master?” she asked, removing her lips from mine.

“You may,” I said, stepping back.

Her hands slid up my chest to shove my coat over my shoulders. It slid down my arms to fall to the floor.

“I remembered this time,” she murmured, reaching for my cufflinks next. She hastily undid them and they joined my coat. Ever so slowly, her hands glided up my arms and over my shoulders to the top button on my shirt. One at a time, she released each button until she got to where the shirt              was tucked into my slacks. Instead of yanking it out of them, she simply moved to the clasp on my trousers and had them falling around my shoes before continuing with the shirt.

Dropping to her knees, she untied my shoes and I helped her remove them and my socks as I stepped from my trousers at the same time. I shrugged out of my shirt as she returned to her feet with a shy smile on her face.

“I would’ve helped you with that, sir.” Her hands ran over my shoulders and down my arms as if she were removing the shirt that was no longer there. Once she got to my hands, she pulled them to her waist and released them. “All done, sir. Thank you for letting me assist you in undressing. It brings me great pleasure to do so.”

I loved when she admitted she liked submitting to me, doing things to help me that I could have easily done on my own, but I especially liked having her hands and attention on me. Tugging her against my chest, I unbuckled her bra and let her shrug the straps off her shoulders.

“Well done, Precious. Now go to your square and wait for me.” I watched as she dropped her bra and moved to kneel on the padded square that wouldn’t hurt her knees as badly as the hard floor. She spread her knees, her hands resting on her thighs, her head down as her hair fell around her beautiful body.

I went to the dresser and removed the blindfold I’d used on her numerous times along with a pair of handcuffs she hadn’t seen before. Stepping in front of her, I dangled the cloth where she could see it and I heard her draw in a sharp breath.

“While I absolutely love seeing your eyes, I need you to wear the blindfold for a bit tonight. Do you understand?” I trailed the edge of the satin cloth over her shoulder as I moved behind her.

“Yes, sir,” she said, just loud enough for me to hear.

“Are you afraid of the blindfold?” I asked, hearing uncertainty in her voice.

“No, sir. I’ve gotten used to not wearing it,” she answered as she straightened her back.

“You will enjoy it. Trust me,” I whispered in her ear as I wrapped the cloth around her face, covering her eyes. “Stand.”

She pushed to her feet and moved her hands behind her back to clasp them together.

Using the edge of one cuff, I trailed it from her shoulder down her arm before linking it around one wrist, pulling it around to her front as I pressed my chest to her back. Grabbing her other wrist, I moved it to join the first one and cuffed it as well. The cuffs were real ones, not the play kind you could buy at novelty stores. They were heavy and inescapable without a key. This wasn’t a game I played with her; it was real and the cuffs were a symbol of that.

Lifting her hands by the link between them, I said, “Up.”

She lifted her arms over her head; as they moved upward, I slid my hands down her arms before stepping back to the switch that operated the suspension cable. I lowered it down enough to hook the cuffs in the carabiner on the end.

Returning to the dresser, I pulled out the stretcher bar then attached it to her ankles. It would ensure her legs stayed spread about two feet apart until I took it off. I took a moment to drink her in, completely at my mercy. Her lips were parted as she sucked in air.
She was exactly how I wanted her. Anticipation thrummed through her making her excited and nervous.

There was a small fridge hidden in the cabinetry and I removed a tray I’d called and had prepared for me earlier. I set it on the top of the dresser so it was close at hand.

Popping one of the ice cubes from a small bowl into my mouth, I took another in my hand. I made sure to let my feet fall heavily upon the ground as I walked a full circle around Alix so she would know where I was and that I’d stopped behind her.
A tremor ran up her back and I could see her muscles tense under her smooth skin.

I pushed the ice cube in my mouth, holding it between my teeth then dipped my head to press it against her neck. She shivered, but didn’t make any other movement as I followed her spine all the way down, leaving a cold trail of water behind. Once I hit the waistband of her panties, I stood again.

Dropping the ice cube in one hand to the other, I reached around her body and splayed my cold fingers against her stomach. She gasped and dropped her head back as I drew her to my chest. I could still feel how cold the water lining her spine was.
It turned me to feel all of her skin covered with goosebumps.

Once again using the ice cube in my mouth, I caressed the sensitive skin behind her ear. Releasing the ice cube from my other hand, I pressed my ice-cold fingers between her thighs to tease her hot pussy.
My fingertips slipped between her damp lips, enough to tease, but not enter her.

Even as she whimpered from the cold, she tilted her head to give me better access to her neck. The ice cube in my mouth was melted enough that I swallowed it; my fingers had heated rapidly from how hot she was.

Returning to my tray, I picked up a glass toy that had been in the freezer and put another ice cube in my mouth. I stood in front of her before lowering my lips to hers. For a short time, I let our tongues swirl around each other, the ice cube gliding from my mouth to hers and back again. When the ice cube was nearly melted, I left it behind and dipped my head to suck on her puckered nipple.

She moaned loudly and swayed on her feet. Shifting closer, I pressed the frozen toy between her thighs to let it tease her as I moved to her other nipple.  I was careful to only let the toy touch her pussy lips until she was writhing against me. Finding her clit, I pressed the toy against it and she cried out in surprise.

I released her nipple and lowered myself to my knees as I smiled. Her reaction to the temperature play was better than I anticipated. Using the tip of the toy, I parted her damp folds and slid it into her. My cock throbbed from the sight of the toy pulling out wet with her arousal before disappearing once again into her.
So far I had managed to ignore his pleas and demands, but the more I played with Alix, the harder it was to deny.

It was fascinating to watch as she shivered from the cold, but was no less turned on from it. When she started to buck against the toy, I couldn’t stop from pressing my face between her thighs. I sucked her clit into my mouth and clicked my tongue over it as I continued thrusting the toy into her.

My cock hurt it was so hard and I was tempted to take it into my free hand, but I resisted the urge. I could wait. Instead, I used two fingers to swipe through the gathering fluids to move them back to her tightly puckered hole.

Rotating my fingers around the clenched opening, she slowly relaxed against my touch and I was able to push one finger into her. She released a loud hiss, but continued to buck against the toy and my face so I knew she was enjoying it.  After a few thrusts of my finger, a second one joined in, fucking her at the same pace as the toy. She was gasping for air and moaning as she clenched down on my fingers and the toy.

She was on the verge of coming and I couldn’t stop from tasting her.

“Please, Master, I need to come,” she cried out. My cock jumped in appreciation for her asking me to allow her to get off.

After one final flick and slide, I forced myself to be strong and release her. Pulling my fingers and the toy from her, I sat back on my heels for a moment. I needed to gather my strength not to give into her, not yet.