Page 7 of What Alex Wants…He Gets

Chapter Four

Alex

Alex struggledwith the heat and scent from Harper’s skin. She smelled like cake and looked like sin. The dress she’d chosen to wear skimmed her body to perfection and made his fingers itch to divest her of all clothing. The first time he’d seen her she’d been dressed in a pink and black uniform consisting of a form fitting skirt and a blouse with a cupcake embroidered above her breast. The skirt had hugged her curvy ass so perfectly he’d spent the last week fantasizing about yanking its long length over her hips, pulling her panties down and spanking her until she shuddered underneath him.

Fortunately for him, his best friend Jeremy had witnessed his reaction to her and helped him cook up this crazy night of pleasure for her. He’d also recognized her from the dessert restaurant she ran and filled him in on a few sparse details about her life. It wasn’t his intention to get involved with her at all. He’d come to the Kat that night with a plan to piss off his family in a very public way.

But the captivated longing that resided on her face during the ménage scene captured his attention and haunted him ever since. He’d been around the club long enough to recognize need when he saw it. So he’d set a plan in motion to be the man who’d offer her everything she desired and then some. Sure, it had been risky, she could have thrown his brash invitation in the garbage and he’d have been going home tonight with the bluest fucking balls. But when in his life had he ever taken the easy road?

He didn’t understand how or why, but she’d gotten under his skin and nothing short of her complete submission to both their desires was going to work for him now.

He stood back to admire her stature. The combination of black leather on her wrists with the sexy red vintage dress, made her look straight out of an old fashioned burlesque show. Very hot. Her midnight black hair fell halfway down her back and he couldn’t wait to twist a hand in those silky strands, pull her head back and watch her neck arch in his direction as he fucked her from behind.

But from this view it was the long, shapely legs that drew his eye. Along with images of where he’d like them wrapped. Around his waist specifically as he plunged into her.

Fuck, he had it bad and now stood grateful as hell she’d accepted his invitation.

He’d actually been surprised she’d come. Her strong spine and desire to be here humbled him. Alex stifled the hope he’d found something special in Harper and the consequences that might create. Variety might be called the spice of life, but he longed for someone to experiment with. Someone who would let him get further than he ever had before.

It was far too soon to go there with this one.

Although he planned to shove her outside any normal comfort zone from the beginning. He had to know if she had it in her. He suspected she did. Call it a hunch. Or a sixth sense. He’d recognized something in her and it reached for that something in him.

He inched closer until their bodies practically touched. He brushed his fingers through the fringe of her skirt and teased the soft skin of her thighs.

A quiet moan slipped from her mouth. If he’d not been paying attention he might have missed it. Later he’d make sure she screamed so there’d be no mistaking her pleasure.

He wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her against his frame. Her normal height plus the heels she wore aligned her bottom perfectly against the hard ridge of his erection.

“I have every intention of giving you pleasure tonight, Harper Allison, but there are a few more things we need to be clear on.” He breathed through her hair, inhaling more of her delicious scent with every breath. He’d also purposely repeated her name. It reinforced the power dynamic that he knew everything about her and she nothing about him.

His stomach clenched with the thrill of that knowledge.

He moved his hand from her curved stomach to her right breast until he found the taut nipple he sought through the thin fabric. It pleased him immensely that she’d forgone a bra. They might look pretty for a minute, but he preferred full access to whatever he wanted.

He pinched the erect bud just to the point of pain, testing her. “I believe pain and pleasure complement each other naturally, so you can expect to feel both tonight.”

Her head lolled back and landed against his chest with a quiet thud. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’m not a sadist but I do love pushing limits. I will find yours and exceed them.”

Oh he would find them all right.

Alex fought back a satisfied smile when he detected her breathing had grown harsh. “Anytime you are commanded tonight, I expect your full compliance, is that understood?”

“But—”

“Patience, kitten,” he said, cutting her off. “Let me finish. You’ve been given a safeword and I damn well expect you to use it if you need to. It doesn’t mean you’re weak or inferior as a submissive and it certainly doesn’t mean you won’t be wanted anymore. If you use it, then tonight’s scene simply ends and I take you home. What happens after that is still negotiable. Understand?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

“Good. Tonight, you will be mine to use as I wish. You are here at my pleasure and it will please me to watch you come over and over again.” He allowed a fraction of the possessiveness gripping his balls to slip free with his statement. How he could feel this way about a woman he’d just officially met made very little sense to him. His analytical brain wanted to pick the reasons apart and argue in his defense, but the caveman in him won this round. She would be his.

With an easy twist of his hands he turned Harper around and nestled her close. Lush red lips stood stark against the cream of her face and the black blindfold still covering her eyes. In a different time or place he’d relish wining and dining her. Seducing her into his bed so he could bury his mouth between her lush legs and then finish them both off with a hard fucking the likes of which she’d never experienced.

He didn’t doubt she’d be delicious in any setting, but from the moment he’d seen her hands grip the back of a chair until they’d turned white while she watched a flogging, he’d craved something more from her.

The taste of her submission would serve as the ultimate aphrodisiac for them both. Maybe later there would be time for them to sit down and get to know each other. Maybe not. For now though, the club was the perfect backdrop for tonight’s test.

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