“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. In
stead 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.
Standing, I forced myself to step back from her. She was still flushed from nearly coming. Her harsh breathing made her breasts rise and fall temptingly.
“Give me a moment, Precious.” I hastily exited into my private room and into the bathroom there. Washing my hands, I left the toy on the counter to be dealt with later. I stared at myself in the mirror. I’d never had someone so easily push my control. It was unnerving, but I managed to get it back. Slapping my cock, I told it to behave before returning to where she was.
Returning to the room, I smiled seeing Alix cuffed, blindfolded and spread just for me. I grabbed a candle and lighter off the dresser before stepping in front of her again.
“Something new. You still okay? Remember you can tell me to stop at any time,” I said lighting the candle. She tilted her head at the sound of the lighter, probably wondering what the noise
was.
“Yes, sir,” she said after a moment.
“This will be hot, but I promise, it will not burn you.” I pushed her hair over her shoulder to ensure it was out of the way before tilting the candle over her chest. It was a candle specially made for wax play. It melted at a lower temperature than most candles so it would not be as hot on the skin. Not that it still wouldn’t redden the skin and make it draw blood to the surface.
I watched as a droplet formed before falling from the candle to land on her nipple. Instantly it cooled, but Alix gasped, telling me she felt it exactly like I wanted her to. The candle pooled and I let it drip onto her other nipple.
Alix moaned and arched her back.
It appeared that she indeed liked the wax. I moved the candle, letting it randomly leave spots all along her chest and breasts. Since it was her first time, I didn’t want to do too much so I blew out the candle and set it back on the dresser. Picking up a small blade, I removed Alix’s blindfold and showed her the knife.
“Don’t. Move.” I made sure to emphasize the words and she nodded sharply. Her breathing increased to shallow pants, but she didn’t struggle or make any move to get away when I lowered it to the first splotch on her skin.
Carefully, I scraped each of the cooled wax droplets from her before meeting her eyes.
“You okay?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, clearly nervous. It was the easiest way to remove the cooled wax since I hadn’t oiled her up before hand. While I wasn’t big on blades, it was also fun to play with them to add a bit of edge to scenes as long as I didn’t draw blood. Blood was a hard limit for me. I didn’t like hurting subs. I simply liked to cause pain, which was different than leaving scars and drawing blood.
A slow, lazy smile slid onto her face and I realized she’d floated into subspace. It made a spark of pride go off inside of me. Clearly our kinks lined up more than we both realized. I loved playing with wax and so did she since she had experienced it.
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