Next, I am taken to the baths. There I am bathed, by more staff, exfoliated and then given a mud bath. 'You must be perfect, you must be ready for Alexander', is a mantra that Ivana is constantly repeating. As strange as it sounds I am doing the same. Without question this whole experience has been terrifying and unexpected, but slowly I am learning to enjoy it. I want to please Alexander. Half Ivana's conditioning, half genuine need.
Following this comes the training. This is varied and covers a lot of ground. One of the key things Ivana has been teaching me is how to walk correctly. She screams at me over and over, 'Walk like a lady, not a harlot'. She is not happy with my posture and makes me do a hundred laps daily. She threatens to hit me every time I get it wrong.
Then there's the lessons in pleasing a man. I won't go into details, but it covers every aspect of satisfying a man's needs and cravings. Usually with Ivana, as I am perfecting a skill or technique, belittling me and commanding me to do better. To do better for Alexander.
It is during one such lesson, that a bell rings three times within my chambers.
“God,” Ivana slams her fist down onto the table I am arched over. “This soon?”
I take the object that's in my mouth out. “What? What's that?”
“That is him. That is Alexander,” she roars. “Go and get dressed. You are going upstairs.” I rush to my cupboard, Ivana directing me all the way. “Put that, that and that on! Move, move. Hurry, hurry.” She throws my heels at me. I finish. “Now follow me.”
I follow Ivana up the stairs from my room and then into a corridor. This area of the compound is new to me. I sneak a look through windows and cracked open doors. There are girls. More girls than I can count. They're all giggling, relaxing or exercising. I stop and catch a look at myself in a mirror. I can't believe what I see. Dressed head to toe in red, I'm wearing six-inch heels, a shorter skirt and an extremely tight and uplifting bra. Then there's the stockings. Alexander must like this. I turn and take my body in. Fuck, this doesn't even cover my ass and I think I can see nipple popping out of my bra. I look like a fucking whore. I'm hit with a wave of craving. Down there.
“Come on you stupid --------,” Ivana breaks out in her Russian. “Get here and get in there!” She points to an elevator and I dash. I'm standing inside trying to steady myself on my heels. She slams her hand on a button and steps outside the elevator. “Now do me proud.” It's the closest thing to warmth she has shown me since I've been here.
The doors close and I'm alone. I run a finger under my collar. I look my reflection over. I take in my curves, exposed to the world in the little I'm wearing. I look sexy, I feel sexy. I think before coming here I would have have felt insecure about wearing something as revealing and blatantly sexual as this. But I've grown, and I know I'm being raised up in this elevator to meet a man who is lusting for me to satisfy his every need and requirement. I watch the floor number panel. My chest feels heavy with nerves. Fuck, Anna, you're here to satisfy. Keep it in check. It's funny, even though I've been abducted and forced into this, I'm loving every second now. Stockholm Syndrome or whether I've just realised how much fun it exists to only please a powerful man, it doesn't matter. I reach the top and the doors open with a ping. I am a quivering mess of female hormones.
I step into an open chamber. This one more decadent than anything I have previously seen. The opulence of the quarters make me feel like I've stepped back in time. Every object is original. Every item is etched with the echo of history. Every item is priceless. Nothing looks less than a hundred and fifty years old. All except one thing. I see a hand casually dangling from the side of a chair. Fingertips grasp a cigarette. I can smell it from here. Not the cheap tobacco that I'm used to. This is fragrant, almost flowery. I can't see it's owner. Though I can guess who it belongs to.
“Come forward,” I hear an order call to me from the large wing back chair. I follow, reminded of what Ivana taught me. One foot over the other. 'Walk so you sway my statuesque hips'. “Stop,” he commands again. I perch myself on my high heels, chest thrust out into the air. I purse my lips. My tongue darts out and wets them. I ready myself. God, it feels amazing to exist only to serve a man. It's like my whole purpose, my whole sexuality as a woman suddenly came alive. That moment I notice a swaying. My eyes turn and I see his other hand. He holds a whip, and he is swaying it side to side. The dangling of the leather just cutting through the air. I will my eyes forward again.
He stands and faces me. One hand on hip and whip, the other taking a drag of his cigarette. It was not only the room that's smoky, his eyes are too. Grey, sensual, yet impassive. His cheekbones are high and brilliantly formed. You can tell he is aristocracy. This is Alexander Sauniere, I think to myself. Instantly the night of heavy indulgence that sealed my fate comes back to me. His face, it felt like it had been with me for a lifetime.
Alexander paced forward an took another drag. He watched me with cool and detached eyes. I daren't look at him and kept my eyes fixed on the fireplace. But the intensity of his manner spoke volumes. He's like a bird of prey, stalking his soon-to-be prey. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck come alive.
Alexander let go of his cigarette and put it out with an exceptionally polished leather shoe. He stride into my vision. Eyes piercing and face expressionless.
“Kneel,” I follow keeping my head low and averting my eyes. Alexander slipped his leather whip into his belt and widened his stance. I feel his eyes on the top of my head. “Anna, you are only here to satisfy. Satisfy my whims. Satisfy my desires. Satisfy my needs. You are simply a vessel for the will of another. Do you understand?” I nodded. “Now you will undress and I will see what fresh luxuries I have added to my harem.” My eyes stole a glance in front of me. In front of me to his crotch. He's already hard. I took in that powerful bulge in his tightly pressed trousers as he laid out what he wanted of me. My clit throbbed.
I rose and rest a finger under the strap of my bra. Nerves hit me. Even though I am yet to undress, I feel more exposed than I ever have. It's like the inequality between the power Alexander wields over me and the vulnerability of my situation heightens everything. Every look, every touch, every smell, every sensation. I bite my lip. Here goes Anna. The cream of my skin becomes inflamed.
I slip down my bra and I see Alexander's form tense. He's like a cat preparing to pounce.
“Hands behind your back,” he dictates. I follow. My body is his and he stands to inspect me. My nipples rosy and stiff. His hand grips my breast and rolls it in his palm before letting it drop down ungracefully. Less sexual and more someone inspecting what they are about to buy. I love it. The back of his hand caresses up my chest. My skin looks like it's glistening in the candlelight. His hand rests on my face. “Look at me.” I oblige. “Turn and remove your skirt.” I follow and feel even more accessible to him. I bite my lip again, half from desire and half to build up the courage. I want to put on a show for him. Please him. I arch my back and reveal my ass to him as I slide down my skirt. The muscles in my calf tensing. Fuck, I just know how sexy I look. Alexander clasps my shoulder and grunts his satisfaction. I did good.
“Turn and look at me.” I do, I must. I stare into his grey eyes, the whites have come alive. They speak of what is to come. “Kneel and unbutton.” I must. I position myself on the floor and look up at him. He looks so tall, so powerful. God, I want to be here. I unbutton his trousers, the wool so thick and soft. He places a hand on the back of my head and draws me to him. “Take it out.” I move my hand into his underwear. I'm instantly met with his already hard and wanting cock. Alexander lets out a growl. “Suck it,” he compels. I take him from his trousers and begin kissing up the length, savouring every moment. Up until this point I've never enjoyed giving blowjobs, but there is something about this now. It's like being here, with my only purpose being to satisfy, brings out the desire in me. This feels like the most natural thing in the world. With every kiss I feel his cock pulse. With every pulse I feel my clit throb. I pull him into my mou
th. My lips made warm by the heat of him as I swallow up and down.
“Good girl,” Alexander moans as I service him. His strong legs pressing harder into the floor. The firmness of him grows in my mouth. He grips my head and lifts me up. “Follow,” he clasps my neck and leads me to a chaise lounge. My lips are wet from where they have just been. “Lie down,” he commands as I seat myself down. “Spread your legs.” I open them, the skin of my thighs rippling as butterflies hit my stomach. It's got real.
Alexander towers above me as he slowly fists his thickness in his hand. He's raging with desire. I look down at my body. Yeah, I'm bigger than most girls, but the second I look into his eyes I feel a passion for me that no man has ever given me before. In that instant it's like every man I've ever been with was revealed to have been going through the motions. Alexander's need now is entirely different. His eyes, his body, want me. They would do anything to have me.
“Spread your legs.” Any lack of confidence or anxiety disappears from within me. I rest my fingertips on my knees and pull my legs apart. Everything is his. All that's left is the smallest pair of panties. Alexander growls his pleasure as he takes hold of the back of my neck. His hand around the collar. His eyes are gorging on every part of me as his steely arm continues its movement. I lick my lips. I want more, but I won't, can't, say anything. He drops his cock and runs his fingers along the underside of my panties, tickling me. In one powerful grab, he tears my underwear from me. A sigh escapes from my red lips. I can't help it. The coolness of the air hits my molten pussy deliciously. I look down at his cock, aiming at me. Then to me, I'm glistening and craving for him. He withdraws the whip from his belt and places it next to me. That tells me he is not going to use it, this time, but that I should always remember its presence and threat. I want him more.
“Put it in.” I see him biting a lip. His eyes are obsessed with what they want. I rush my arm across and take his length between my fingers. I give the lightest of pulls as he pushes towards me. In a single motion he is in. His hand tenses around the base of my head. I close my eyes. I want to feel everything. Feel everything to become more intense.
Alexander's hips begin hitting me with force and I squirm with pleasure underneath. Yes, yes, yes. I want to cry out, but know I shouldn't. I am here to serve. My pleasure does not matter. He thunders against me again. The sound of us slapping together filling my ears. I widen my legs, instinctively. I need to get more of him in. My breaths start coming hard and fast. Fuck, I love this.
I groan. It's too much. I want to cry out. Alexander grips my neck and I bite my lip. Fuck, I can't cry out. I know I shouldn't.
“Fuck me,” the words escape from my lips as his eyes remain fixed on the part of me he is using. He thrusts harder. Now I'm crying out wantonly. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Alexander releases my neck and takes my breast in his hand. Clenching more than caressing. My nipple is firm against his palm.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he pauses. “My little whore.” I can't hold anything back now.
“Yes, yes, I love it,” my breaths grow quicker and more intense. “I'm your whore.”
“Good and I'll fuck you like you're my whore.”
I scream out in ecstasy.
“Tighten that beautiful cunt for me.” I do, and I make sure to spread my legs even further for him. I'm soaking now and he slips in like a hot knife through butter.
Alexander releases my breast and fixes both hands onto my shoulders. He drags me into him, almost hurting me. He takes control of me like no other man ever has. The strength in him is enough to manhandle me. He would be able to do anything with me. Or to me. Fuck, he's ravishing me. I want him to ravish me like this forever.
“Now play with your tits for me.” I don't need much encouragement for that. I grab two fistfuls and knead in my palms. My skin is so sensitive. My nipples hard to the point of being numb. I play with them. I want to put on a show for him as he uses me. My body feels alive and I know I'm close.
Alexander lifts my legs above my head and jackhammers into me. He's fucking furiously now. He's only thinking of his own pleasure and not mine, but, fuck, it doesn't matter. If anything, just knowing that all he is concerned about is taking me heightens it for me. I gaze at his broad chest as it presses down into my face. Fuck, the power. I love being his toy. Alexander rushes down into my pussy. I can feel I am close. There. Then. Abducted by that billionaire as his playing, I convulse around him and then cum. Cum like I never have before.
“Fuck...” I groan out like a banshee. Alexander takes no notice and continues forcing himself into me. As my breaths recover, I can feel his growing short. He lays the weight of his chest down into me. I'm fixed against the chaise, unable to move even if I wanted to. I feel his cock hardening as he reaches the end of his primal fucking. With a grunt he fall onto me, his teeth sink into the tender skin of my neck. At that moment of his orgasm he is more animal than man. Shock at what he had done etched itself on my face, but God did I love it. That beautiful agony of it.
Alexander recovers and lifts himself from me. H tucks himself into his trousers. I lay on the chaise, legs wide and dangling off, my arms fallen to my sides.
“Now get back in that lift.” I knew that was coming. I stand and collect my things. He takes a cigarette from his pocket and lights it. I skip to the elevator.
“Prepare yourself always. I will be in need of you again.”
I stop. My faces turns into a smile. By the time I had reach the elevator he is once again sat down. I tap the button and the doors close. My smile grows. Fuck, I loved that.
I want to please him. I want to please him forever.
MELANIE FLOWERS' OTHER TITLES:
50 Shades of Lip Service
Craved by the Alpha
Exposed: Her Exhibitionist Awakening
Her University Desire
Seducing the Gardener
Abducted by the Billionaire Page 2
