Alexis followed Lily out of the room like a puppy, not knowing where she was going, only that she wanted this woman to continue to make her feel the incredible sensations she had been feeling. Lily led her down another hallway and then stopped before a room with two large ornate wooden double doors. Lily used a key, one of many on a chain that she wore around her neck, to open the door. Alexis followed her inside. The lights were dim, as was the case in most of the rooms she had seen so far. As her eyes adjusted, she saw there was a bed up against the far wall. And, in the middle of the bed, lying back upon gold satin sheets and propped up by pillows, was a man. He was dressed in black—black shirt, black trousers, and shoes. He smiled when he saw Lily. His smile took her breath away. Handsome men like the one staring back at her made her very nervous. She averted her eyes from his and subconsciously backed up.
Lily pushed Alexis around in front of her and kissed her neck. “You are beautiful, Alexis, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Your body craves attention, and I wish to give you what you crave.”
Alexis couldn’t speak. She just sighed in acknowledgement. How did Lily know what she craved? She didn’t know herself. She closed her eyes, wishing Lily would continue to touch her.
“Open your eyes, Alexis,” Lily breathed softly into her ear. Alexis opened her eyes. Lily pressed her lips against Alexis’s neck. “Now, I want you to look at the man on the mattress. He wants you, as I want you. However, for tonight, he owns you, Alexis, owns you body and soul, and you will not disappoint him. You will respond to his every need, and you will learn not only how to please him, but more importantly, you will learn to understand your own needs.”
Alexis felt the power of his eyes touch every layer of her exposed skin. They drew her to him, and when she met them, the intensity within their depths pierced her with his lust. She felt giddy, out of control. She swayed backward into Lily, who pushed her upright with her own body while she reached around Alexis to pull on her already erect nipples. Lily’s fingers caressed her flat stomach before they inched lower to slip into the waistband of the costume she still wore. With little effort, the sheer, wispy material was torn from her body to expose the wet swollen mound between her legs. Forcing her legs farther apart, Lily’s fingers spread the soft pink lips of Alexis’s pussy to expose her puffy pink clit. Alexis moaned softly.
The man on the mattress smiled, and the smooth, deep male voice spoke for the first time. “As usual, Lily, you have not disappointed me.” He transferred his gaze back to Alexis. “I can take it from here, thank you.”
* * * *
Lily thought she must have heard him wrong, but one look at his face told her otherwise. He was dismissing her like one would a school girl. She was not accustomed to being told to leave without being allowed to play. She had always been an active participant in the beginning of any evening that Jackson requested. She wanted him to use her in the most depraved ways while Alexis watched or vice versa. However, she had no choice but to abide by his wishes. Oh, Alexis, she thought, you have no idea what this man is capable of. How I wish I were you just for tonight.
Jackson was responsible for some of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced in her life. She was jealous of the other girls that served his needs, and yet she knew without them he would have never returned to her. She also knew it was a distinct possibility that each time he left her establishment she would never see him again. So, when she had received his call after months of not hearing from him, her heart had jumped. She hoped that this time he would want her, only her. However, he had other plans for his evening. He wanted someone new and different to surprise him. She knew better than to disappoint him.
Lily removed her fingers from between the folds of Alexis’s warm skin. However, before she left the room, she walked around to stand in front of the girl, purposely blocking Jackson’s view. She leaned in and whispered for Alexis’s ears only, "You will want him like you’ve never wanted a man before, and he will give you what you crave, but that is all he will give you, little one. Don’t expect more.”
Lily’s fingers found one of Alexis’s nipples and gave it a cruel twist, causing the girl to whimper softly before she cupped her pussy roughly, her middle finger stabbing Alexis’s clit without mercy. Without a backward glance, she left the room.
Chapter 7
Alexis felt herself sway before catching herself from falling. Her nipple and pussy both throbbed from Lily’s anger, an anger that she didn’t understand. But then again, she didn’t understand anything that had happened to her in the last few hours or why she continued to stand naked in front of a man she didn’t know instead of running toward the door and escaping.
“Come to me, Alexis,” he said with authority.
His face was long with a strong chin, a Grecian nose and piercing blue eyes. He was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen, but more than that, he was sexy. She imagined, for a moment, how it would feel to have his moustache brush her clit while his tongue found her center. How could she even think of denying him? She literally ached to have him between her legs. Alexis couldn’t believe her own thoughts. My God, who or what had she become in the span of only a few hours? She felt like she was having an out of body experience as she responded to his command, her body moving of its own violation closer to where he was waiting for her. And yet, she hesitated because some part of her was still sane enough to struggle against the insanity she was embracing.
“Alexis,” he said softly but more firmly. “Come to me, now.”
A puppet to the voice that pulled her toward him, she lost whatever sense she had left and crawled onto the bed where he waited.
“Take off my shirt, Alexis,” he breathed into her hair, lifting himself from the pillows.
Her fingers fumbled with the buttons. He waited patiently. At last her inept fingers had released each button. Eagerly, she pushed the shirt back to reveal his smooth chest with hair around each areola that she couldn’t help but kiss.
“My sweet little slut,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust.
Empowered from his reaction, she suckled each nipple, moving her lips upward to kiss his neck, pressing her breasts against him as she traversed his body. Groaning, he cursed under his breath before he dug his fingers into her arms, lifting her from him to push her back into the bed, his body covering hers, the roughness of his pants rubbing against her tender skin. One hand slipped behind her head, pulling her hair as he forced her head back farther, his lips inches from her own, while the other hand cupped her pussy.
“Please,” she moaned.
“Please what, Alexis?” He watched her, waiting for her response.
Whimpering, she closed her eyes. She knew instinctively what he expected her to say and why.
“You’ll get nothing from me, Alexis, nothing, unless you tell me what you want. I’m not a patient man.”
The last sentence was said evenly with no warmth, and she had no doubt as to its truth. His fingers tightened in her hair, not painfully, but forcefully.
Her eyes fluttered open. She looked up into his face, his jaw tense, his eyes dark, hard. Nothing could have prepared her for the desire that flew between them, feeding off the other, growing hotter, until she felt there was no separation between them physically or mentally.
Should she be afraid of him? Yes, she should, but her body didn’t care. All it knew was that he belonged deep inside of her. She wanted to feel his orgasm.
“Please, I want you…I need you…please…” She hesitated to say the words, but knew that he would take nothing less. “Fuck me.” And for some reason, possibly because she didn’t know his name, she said, “Sir.”
His mouth came down on hers hard, forcing her mouth to open wider. His tongue attacked her softness, the hand in her hair lifting her up from the bed possessively, roughly grinding her into him. She couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t care. Finally, he pushed her away from him. She fell back on the bed, her mouth swollen and the ache inside of
her even more painful.
Lifting himself from her, he rose to his knees to unbuckle his belt and remove it from his pant loops. He held it in front of her, caressing her breasts with the leather, then pulling it tight before he dropped it beside her on the bed. Next, he swung his feet over the side of the bed to kick off his shoes and remove his socks before he stood to drop his pants and underwear, leaving them where they fell. She stared at him. Her eyes devoured his perfection, from his muscled legs and arms to his large, thick penis that she knew was hard for her. His features were so symmetrical and so riveting with his dark hair, blue eyes, warm complexion, and strong jaw line that she wouldn’t have been surprised to learn that he was descended from pirates or gypsies, or possibly even Roman gladiators.
Back on the bed, he straddled her lower body, his penis rubbing against the curve of her belly, his eyes enjoying the liquid signs of her lust for him. He kneaded her full breasts with his fingers and worked her hard nipples by twisting and pulling on them, practically lifting her from the bed. She whimpered from the pain, but her pussy dripped its juice as she continued to respond to a form of lovemaking she found foreign but insanely intoxicating.
Finally his head lowered, and his lips began to slowly suck, lick, and gently nip her bruised nipples with his teeth. Her soft moans seemed to intensify his desire. She felt his arms snake around the lower part of her back and then lift her upward from her butt. He ground her wet clit into his cock, forcing even more erotic sensations into her already overstimulated pussy, increasing her need for him.
Moaning, she begged him. “Please…oh my God…please, I need you so. You’re killing me,” she added, breathless.
“Am I?” he breathed. “Or am I the one dying the most tortuous death of all?” He spoke into her hair before he rolled onto his back, bringing her body down on top of him. She felt his cock pressed against her pussy. It was hot and so hard, and she wanted it inside her desperately. She lifted her butt, but he grabbed her cheeks, pushing her down. “Not yet, my sweet slut.”
His sweet slut. That was a term that should and would have normally angered her. So, why didn’t it? Was it because she could hardly formulate a thought, that her brain was mush and her body on fire with a passion so intensely erotic she was like a wild animal seeking to quench the flames with whatever means were available? She didn’t care about anything, except him fucking her senseless.
Moving on instinct, she slid down his body as she thought about the two women she had watched in the first room. Copying what they had done, she stroked his cock rhythmically while using her tongue as a chaser. He moaned, propping himself up on one arm, his eyes never leaving the sight of her hands and mouth on his cock.
“Lily was right,” he groaned. “You are not only exceptionally beautiful but quite skilled.”
She lowered her eyes from the intensity of his gaze, feeling happy that she had pleased him while at the same time feeling shy from his words.
* * * *
If he had not known better, he would have sworn she blushed. She played the innocent perfectly, not that he had asked Lily for a woman with those skills. No, he had just said, “Surprise me.”
But obviously, Lily really did know what he wanted better than he did himself because he wanted the innocence of Alexis coupled with her wanton desire and would have fucked her the moment Lily left the room except he wanted to prolong her first performance. The anticipation of filling her body with his own was building to a crescendo that had the potential to be one hell of an orgasm. He continued to watch her tongue work his cock, her fingers caressing it, jerking it off with expert precision. Just before he was about to come, he lifted her mouth off his cock to drag her beautiful body upward until he brought her down on him, his mouth covering her lips in a kiss that was long and suffocating.
He tore gently at her skin, bringing her against his hardness, until with one final thrust, he had forced himself full inside her, stretching her enough to make her gasp. Taking his lead, she began to ride him. He watched as she arched her back and her long blonde hair touched his legs.
He grabbed her nipples with his fingers and used them to pull her down to him where he took each one into his mouth, biting and twisting it between his teeth only to then draw them into the warmth of his mouth where his tongue tenderly licked the swollen protrusions.
She was magnificent. Her body fit his to perfection, and he wanted her like no other woman he had been with.
Chapter 8
Alexis had never had a man use her body with such wild abandon. The pain and then pleasure that shot through her came so hard and fast it took her breath away. Her eyes flew open to meet his. He held them, not allowing her to look away. His lips gently caressed her nipples with his tongue while his cock continued to fill her, expanding to give her wave after wave of pleasure. Nothing could have prepared her for him or the experience of the all-consuming orgasm that not only shook her to her very core but negated her mind’s ability to function on any level that was not carnal.
She couldn’t get enough of him as each thrust of his hardness penetrated deeper until she cried out like an animal being torn apart. She was being devoured with every stroke and with every breath he took. The explosion of his pleasure filled her, pounded her body without mercy until she went limp, drained of all energy, as if she had died. She fell into him like a rag doll, resting her body against his.
From beneath her lashes, she saw that he too appeared drained. His face looked boyishly relaxed. His eyes were closed, but his arms were wrapped around her body tightly and didn’t release their hold. She wondered if it was always like this for him or had it been different with her?
Time didn’t exist until she felt him gently move her body away from his, changing positions to lay her next to him. One arm, however, still held her possessively. All she wanted to do was sleep, and for a few moments, she did, or possibly it was a few hours. She woke to find him stroking her breasts, while his mouth greedily fed upon her nipples. He smiled at her.
“You’re exactly the kind of food I need, Alexis, you know that?” He kissed her lips.
She smiled and curled into him.
The next time she woke, his very hard cock was deep inside her, fucking her slow, his hands cupping her ass. She wanted to taste him. She begged him to let her taste his cum. He complied and moved to the side of the bed. She crawled from the bed and stood in front of him. His cock was ready for her. She kissed his hair, his forehead, and his lips, lingering there before she knelt between his legs.
Slowly, she licked his cock, at the same time fondling his balls. Her tongue tasted her own juices. She stretched upward and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. His arms crushed her to him. She never wanted the kiss to end.
Finally he released her, and she dropped back down onto her knees where she opened her mouth and took him as far inside her mouth as she could. He began to push his cock in and out, fucking her mouth with fluid, even strokes. She sucked harder and faster while her fingers caressed his balls and his rock hard shaft that continued to fuck her mouth relentlessly. She wanted his cum in her mouth. She was shocked because she had never wanted to swallow cum before, but right now, she wanted nothing more than to taste his.
She felt his cock expand in her mouth and his body spasm just before his warm liquid ran down her throat, some spilling from her the corner of her mouth. She swallowed as much of it as she could before pulling away. She couldn’t believe she had done that. She had hated the thought of swallowing a man’s cum. Allen’s cum had made her want to vomit the one time she had tried to please him in that way. But this man could have cum buckets and she would have gladly taken every ounce. She licked him clean, and when she was done, he lifted her gently from the floor and laid her back on the bed beside him. With her head resting against his chest and his arm holding her to him, she fell asleep.
The next time she opened her eyes Lily was sitting next to her on the mattress. Alexis’s eyes immediately moved to where he had been ly
ing beside her. Her face must have given away her feelings of disappointment.
“He left,” Lily answered her unspoken question. “He was very pleased with your performance.” She smiled.
“My performance,” Alexis whispered, the beginnings of realization hitting her. “He thinks I’m one of your whores.”
Lily stared back at her. “Yes, of course he does. But, that’s part of your gift. Now you know that you can please a man like him, and believe me, he’s not an easy man to please. You will never lack confidence or settle for anything less than what you deserve.” Before Alexis could respond, she said, “I have another gift for you.”
She held out her hand toward Alexis. In her palm was a silver ring.
“You’re giving me an earring?” Alexis asked incredulously.
“Not exactly an earring.” Lily laughed. “No, Alexis, I’m giving you a nipple ring.”
Could things get any more bizarre? “What is this, some kind of ritual you perform after a whore’s first fuck?”
“Alexis, stop talking like that. You and I both know you’re not a whore and most certainly not one of my whores. However, your friends wanted you to experience sex without inhibitions because they don’t think you had any idea that sex is supposed to be pleasurable.” “How dare they tell you that?” Alex jumped to her feet. “Where are my clothes? I want to go home, and they’re not my friends. Friends would never do what they did to me last night.” Alexis felt degraded and humiliated, and now a nipple ring would just add to it all. How dare they suggest such a thing?
“You have nothing to fear, Alexis,” Lily said softly. “Jennifer, Shelby, and Katie all have had their nipple pierced with a ring exactly like this one. Shelby actually picked them out. It doesn’t represent humiliation, Alexis. It represents freedom to choose, to know what beauty there is in embracing that freedom. This ring is about that and about having friends that care enough about you to want the very best for you because they think you deserve it.”
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