“Now, I’m going to taste that sweet wet heat that I’ve been smelling the last hour and lap up every bit of your honeyed essence until you scream so loud you’re unable to speak.” She moaned a low sound of approval.
“Then, soon, I want your ass, Alexa.”
The blunt comment set off a brightness in her face I’d never seen before. One that had her permeating the room with more sweet currents of her libido. She whimpered. God, how I loved that sound.
“First, tonight is going to be something new.” Her body tensed. She probably thought I was going to have her ass. And I would—in time. Tonight was going to be about control and taking her to another place. One she’d vaguely visited a short time before, I was going to truly test her limits. Teach her control over her mind and body. Total complete supervision of her own actions. I wasn’t going to allow her gratification. She wouldn’t get to come. Which meant one thing.
Fulfillment in my own loins wouldn’t happen a second time.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Alex
Entirely new. What did he mean by that?
My ass?
Nobody had ever been there before other than his finger. Yet, a finger wasn’t Tyler’s thick cock. I wanted this. Truly, I did. I just hoped I could find the strength to do everything he wanted. But, I really didn’t see how I could. Especially if it involved my ass. Was I ready for that?
“Tyler?” I blinked up at him, suddenly nervous about the entire thought of ass play. “I’m not sure I’m ready for you inside my … rear.”
“Alexa, we’re moving into scene now. Always call me Sir. Remember, I’m the top,” he demanded. How could I possibly forget? “And I don’t intend on taking you rear just yet.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He motioned me toward the bed and I eased myself up as he rested his chest between my stretched legs. I reached for his shoulders, but he quickly took my hands, motioning them over my head.
“Keep them there,” he ordered. “Remember, I’m calling the shots. You’re only listening. Don’t speak unless I ask.”
He took both my breasts between his hands, rubbing and tugging my nipples just firmly enough that they turned rock hard in an instant, the sensation spiraling toward my core. I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them right back up with a whimper. I looked at Tyler. Was I allowed to make any noise at all?
“Feel good, angel?”
I nodded.
“Talk to me, Alexa. Does it feel good?”
“Yes. It feels good, Sir.”
One hand tugged and twisted on my nipple as the other crept down my belly, stopping on top of my thigh. “Open up for me,” he demanded. I willingly complied as he nudged my legs apart further and reached behind, lifting my knees upward. Everything about that was so hot, my body urgent for more. His finger rimmed my puckered hole, then slid inside. Suddenly, there was a fire igniting between my thighs that could go nowhere except that one place.
“Umm,” I whimpered, closing my eyes, the fluttering inside my belly growing. “Oh…oh, yes.”
“Alexa … Slow down, angel. Don’t come.” What?
My eyes flew open as his fingers halted.
“I’ll decide when, and if, you come. I want you to learn to control your body.”
Confused by his request, the strictness in his tone assured me this wasn’t a simple request. It was a demand. But how? Why?
His fingers started working inside me again, gently. Slowly. Deeply. His hand left my breast and moved down my torso, brushing gentle circles right above my pubis bone.
“Slow down your breathing, Alexa. Keep your eyes on mine. Just watch me.” The expression on his face was loving and satisfied, but the tingling sensation in my belly was back. I couldn’t look in his clear eyes while his fingers did their magic inside me without coming.
“Tyler. Please. I can’t…”
“Shhh. Quiet. You can, Alexa. And you will. You’re so much stronger than you think.”
His thrusts softened, along with the thumb that now rubbed gently over my clit. Before Tyler, orgasm with Ryan didn’t happen. I came close. I tried so hard. But now, with Tyler just touching me, I had to mentally convince myself to just enjoy what he was doing, and nothing beyond. He wasn’t asking me not to come. He was demanding. And I would do this. Somehow, I would. I wouldn’t disappoint him.
His fingers slid in and out of my core as his thumb circled my clit. Again. Again. I was so completely turned on. How could I possibly stop?
“Alexa, slow down. Don’t you come,” he whispered. “Your orgasms are mine.”
I groaned, frustrated as I fought the overwhelming flutter spiraling deep in my belly. Building. Growing stronger.
My hands joined themselves above my head, squeezing my fingers with as much strength as I could manage. I eased my eyes shut, trying to focus on the feeling in my hands. Trying. Trying. My clit was so sensitive. I was too turned on to stop now. I was going to let him down. I wasn’t as strong as the women he was used to.
“Eyes, Alexa. Look at me.”
I forced my lids back open, fighting the sting of oncoming tears from frustration and upcoming defeat. His stare was boring through mine, his eyes as beautiful and gray as I’d ever seen them, beaming with control. Yet, they also flashed love and commitment, only making the desire to shatter into a million pieces that much greater.
“You’re doing perfect, angel. Just keep those beautiful eyes right here on mine. I’m going to get you through this. You’re strong. This makes me very happy.”
“I can’t, Tyler … Sir.” His eyes drilled into me, as his fingers plunged even deeper.
“Yes, Alexa. You absolutely can. You don’t come until I say. I own you. That means your orgasms, too.”
Every millisecond seemed like a lifetime. Tears trickled down the sides of my eyes as his powerful stare drove through mine. Into my head. Through my soul. My heart.
Then, he smiled. God, I loved that.
Our relationship had shifted again. I knew he loved me. I felt it. His eyes said it all. He wanted me to have complete control over my body. Something important to him, he’d told me when we were first together he would show me the way to do that. He was doing just as he’d said.
I smiled back, trying to calm myself and looking only into his eyes. His expression was one of pride-filled satisfaction. Tears still rolled down my face, but I felt a small sense of calm take over. Not just between my legs, but from somewhere deeper. It was the connection he spoke of earlier. We had shifted into that state of deep-seated closeness just as the couples at Venture shared.
Finally, everything was making sense. I understood. Now I grasped the entire concept of publicly displaying the complex link the two couples had. It took great strength from a submissive. And total, great controlling power from a strong Dominant.
It was beautiful.
It was fascinating.
I wanted that with Tyler. I wanted to show the BDSM friends that I hoped to have one day, just how joined we had become. Not only as lovers, but something way deeper.
****
It was a little after midnight as Tyler and I snuggled together in bed, repeats of Fawlty Towers on the television that neither of us were paying much attention to. I turned on my side and leaned into my elbow.
“Tyler, can I ask you something?” Bone tired from the evening, I couldn’t think about sleep until I got an answer to the question I’d been pondering over ever since we’d visited Venture.
“Of course, angel.”
“I want you and I to do a scene at Venture. I want everyone there to see that we have that same deep connection as the two couples we watched. It’s so beautiful, Tyler. I know I’m not experienced, but I want to try. And learn. Just something … maybe simple.”
Thickset silence met my request. Seconds later, when he still hadn’t responded to my suggestion, his face wound into a peeved frown.
“No!”
With a soft sigh, I rested my cheek against his chest, ru
bbing at his toned pecs.
“Just no? You won’t even consider it?”
“No, Alexa.”
I blinked up at him, confused at his strong determination. “Tyler…”
“I don’t want to talk about this tonight. Let’s sleep, angel.” He reached for the remote and flipped off the television.
Minutes later, still awake, I was fighting tears, not sure how to deal with this need I’d acquired. I couldn’t seem to erase images of Tyler and past subs from my mind. Him whispering calming words in their ears after he’d flogged them. Using sex toys, then ultimately fucking them senseless. I knew worrying about something from his past was foolish and made me come across as small-minded.
Still, I wanted to experience that with him, even if it was just once.
I’d ask again.
I wanted to scene with Tyler.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Tyler
I wanted to meet Alexa’s parents, and even though I hadn’t looked forward to the long drive, she’d insisted. She loved the winding roads. Claimed she wanted to feel the speed of my car driving them instead of her old one, which I damn sure planned on replacing when we got back. When I’d pulled over and insisted she take the wheel, the smile on her face was priceless.
“Me? Drive? This car? Are you sure, Tyler?”
I wasn’t sure she knew how to drive a stick, but she damn sure proved me wrong on that theory. I also gave Christ a silent thank you for keeping me from eating anything before she got behind the wheel.
My second visit to San Angelo, it actually seemed like a nice town, other than the fact there wasn’t a decent-sized airport. Ready to explain who I was to Alexa’s family, they deserved the truth if we were going to grow. Her relationship with her parents was a strong one and I was glad for that. Plus, there was nothing to be ashamed of. I was a fucking doctor for Christ’s sake, and even though I was a silent partner of Venture, I wasn’t going to shy down about who I was.
“Are you ready?” In front of the modest house Alexa had grown up in, I reached for her hand and lifted it to my mouth.
“Perfectly. Let’s do this.”
“I love you, Tyler.”
“And I love you, too, angel.”
“Sweetheart.” The lady opening the door pulled Alexa in for a hug. I’d caught a far-off glimpse of her at Becca’s funeral, but had no idea how much she and Alexa looked alike.
“This is my mom, Michelle Bohmann.”
I reached to shake her hand, noticing the size of her delicate features. Alexa was a carbon copy of her mother.
“Tyler Yates.” Her eyes widened at the introduction.
“Tyler Yates?” She looked at Alexa. “I don’t understand, Alex.”
Before any other words were exchanged, a large man with balding hair walked in the back door. Oh, fuck!
“Alex.” The large man pulled Alexa in for a tight hug and then released her.
“Tyler Yates.” I held my hand out to shake her father’s hand.
“Gary Bohmann.” We shook. “Wait. What the fuck? Tyler Yates?” His hand dropped to his side.
“Alex, what’s this about? Tyler Yates? Becca’s Tyler?”
Alexa’s eyes did a nosedive, the fear in them gut-wrenching. I hated the fact I’d caused this kind of friction between her and her family.
“Yes, sir. I did in fact know Becca. I’m here to explain all that. Along with the fact that I love your daughter and...” Before I finished what I wanted to say, I was against the wall with a fist slamming into the side of my face.
“Daddy! No! Stop! Please.”
I brushed my hand over my jaw. Pretty good fucking right hook, old man!
“Please!” Alexa cried out. “Can’t we all sit down and explain everything that’s happened? Tyler had nothing to do with Becca’s death. Please, Daddy. Mom.”
* * * *
Once I explained everything over the worst tasting cup of coffee I’d ever swallowed, even though it was forced, Alexa’s parents actually ended up being quite pleasant toward me, considering the fact they knew I’d been involved with her cousin and was now in their daughter’s bed. That couldn’t have been easy for a father to overlook.
The short conversation had concluded pretty much the way I expected. They hated my fucking guts. I guess I could live with that. Insisting I read the small purple note filled with Becca’s final words after Rocky Balboa made a special trip to retrieve it from her parents, none of it made sense. Neither did the fact that they refused to even come hear me out.
“My mom makes the best pot roast on the planet.” Alexa was giving a bad situation her best stab at making it as feasible as it could possibly be, given the twisted circumstances.
“It doesn’t get any better than this right here,” Gary said.
“It’s very good, Ms. Bohmann. I don’t get much home cooking. Thank you for letting me share a meal with the two of you.”
“You’re very welcome, Tyler.” She looked at her husband giving him a strange look. He cleared his throat and set down his fork.
“I apologize for the fist in your face, Tyler.” The obvious smile he was trying to cover up with his napkin didn’t go unnoticed by Alexa.
“Daddy. It’s not funny. You could have really hurt Tyler.” Not a chance, sweetheart.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Tyler
I wasn’t changing my mind. I meant exactly as I’d said the last two times Alexa had brought up acting out together at Venture. I wasn’t fucking doing it. I stared down at my phone, contemplating my answer.
Feel like lunch today? My treat. Thought we’d talk about Venture again.
There was a smiley face at the end of her text. Thoughts of scening with Alexa didn’t intrigue me in the least. Our intimacy was going to be shared in the privacy of our homes. Public scenes were in my very distant past.
I shot back a quick response.
Lunch sounds great. Noon in my office? Staff will be out for Chinese today. We’ll be alone.
After an okay to my offer, I finished up my morning and sent the girls off for their weekly lunch on me. Another discussion inevitable about Venture, I knew it was the reason for Alexa’s visit. This woman fascinated me for more reasons than I could list. One was the fact that she liked challenging me. She wasn’t afraid to push all my buttons. This was one thing she wouldn’t get me to budge on, however.
The ding of the front door closing, I knew she was here. Before I could shut my laptop and walk up front to greet her, there she was. Stunning in a feminine light pink dress hugging every one of her curves in just the right way, and sexy, strappy sandals on her small feet, she walked toward me, her toned legs teasing me through the long slit on the side of her dress.
“Christ. That’s a hell of a dress. You look beautiful, angel. You can’t possibly be wearing that to work,” I said, giving her enough of a tone that she knew I wouldn’t approve.
“Nope. I’m only wearing it for my man,” she responded, her lashes lowering as she flashed me a sweet smile. “I traded shifts with Candice. I was hoping maybe I’d get lucky enough that my sexy doctor could slip off early as well.”
She placed the brown Bryson’s bag on the ground and sat down on the edge of my desk, crossing her legs just enough to give me a second glance at her beautiful legs. I grinned, knowing exactly what she was trying to pull. It wouldn’t work.
I reached out, brushing a hand up her thigh, her legs widening just enough to suggest that small sensational stroke of submission. Her eyes flashed lust toward me, my cock twitching with need.
“Please,” she whispered, settling her petite hand on mine, her eyes pleading. “I’ve thought about this a lot. Those couples at Venture opened up a part of me that I didn’t know existed. I want this, Tyler. I want us to scene. They were so beautiful. Their powerful connection was something I never even knew existed. And now, I know that we have that same deep strength. Let’s share that. Please.”
What in all holy fuck? I didn’t even
want my shares of Venture anymore. Everything this woman was saying today was in direct contradiction to her actions when we’d first met. Bottom line, she’d turned over a whole new leaf since she’d come into my life, and it was beautiful. But, I had no intention of doing this.
“Alexa.” I eased her legs open, running my hand over her delicate skin. “End this discussion. I’m not putting your pussy on display. I do not act out public scenes at the club.”
Her neck jerked toward me. “The fuck you don’t! What about my cousin?”
I grabbed her hand, my temper soaring. “As I’ve told you more than once, I’ll do what you wish in the privacy of my home, with my things. Don’t ask me again.”
A scowl on her face, she pulled her hand from my grasp, her body rippling with anger.
“Keep glaring at me like that,” I warned, “and you may not like the outcome. I don’t think you really want to play tough with me, Alexa.”
“No,” she countered, backing away. “I don’t want to fight with you, Tyler. I just … Maybe this thing with us isn’t what I thought it was. Maybe we aren’t as strong as I thought.” She stood and started walking. No doubt she thought I was going to sit back and watch her leave. I wasn’t. Damn it, I loved her. Maybe running every time we hit a snag was her way of coping, but for me it wasn’t.
I stood, pushing my chair to the side, taking long strides to reach her before she got to the elevator. Her tiny hand pushed at my chest as she shot me a look.
“Let me go, Tyler. Please …”
Goddamn it. Maybe she was right. My biggest fear realized, maybe Alexa and I weren’t right for each other after all. I nodded and watched the elevator door close.
No more appointments this afternoon, I felt like fucking shit. I’d catch up on paperwork tomorrow. The ladies would be back from lunch soon. They could hold down the fort for the rest of the day. I sent a text to Justin. The last place I wanted to go was home. Thoughts of an empty house just didn’t sound appealing.
You around?
* * * *
“Motherfucking hell! You did what?”
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