After a few drinks, I saw her demeanor had changed. Gone was the strong woman and in her place sat a vulnerable woman in need of affection. When she agreed to join me in my suite, I gripped her hand tightly and practically dragged her to the room. The night we shared was explosive and I’ve used it to get myself off more times than I can count.
My cousin had her followed the next morning and reported back to me the location she was dropped off at with a knowing smirk and a chuckle. He wouldn’t explain why and the following month after I moved into my temporary rental house, I visited her. Imagine my surprise when I walked into her sex club, discretely hidden between a bakery and a closed down florist a few miles from the hustle and bustle of the tourists and casinos. Anthony’s reluctance to tell me about Perception made sense as I watched her walk through the room, commanding the attention of every man and woman in the building.
Her long, thick black hair brushed against the top of her tight, rounded ass that I remember rutting against with clarity. She had at least one new tattoo on her kissable shoulder, and I was eager to explore her curvy body for more. No one else seemed to notice the melancholy look in her eyes as she engaged her guests, and I knew I had to find out what put the sadness in her gaze.
Every month, like clockwork, I came back to Perception, hoping she would at least give me a minute of her time. For a year, she ignored me, and I could tell each visit got her interest piqued more and more. Whatever changed tonight in Alex, I meant Mistress Alexandria, was my stroke of good luck.
Little did she know I was at the end of my rope. I was debating on throwing her over my shoulder and taking her back to her office so I could fuck her like we both wanted. She was the last woman I had been with and something about her had changed me. I wasn’t used to chasing a woman, and this game she and I had been playing seemed to be coming to an end.
There was little I could find out about her. Only that she had arrived here six years ago from Nashville and had a sister and a nephew still living there. She bought the building a few years ago during a courthouse auction for a fucking steal and soon afterward, she opened Perception. Her reputation in the industry, and the whispered words around town were highly praising of her open-minded club.
She never took part in the activities here that I observed. I was beginning to wonder what led Mistress Alexandria to my arms all those months ago. Sitting in the booth, her pouty red lips begging to be kissed as she sipped on her drink was testing my patience.
I kept my eyes locked on hers, forcing her to look at me as I took a sip of my whiskey. She smirked at me, set her glass down on the table, and leaned back in the booth. Her legs brushed against mine and the heat shot straight to my crotch.
Discreetly adjusting my length, I broke the silence. “How have you been, Alex? Or should I call you Mistress?” As hard as I tried, I couldn’t keep the husk out of my voice. Just being near her was driving me crazy with need.
Her eyes cut to the curtains then back to mine with heat and anger in her gaze. Leaning in, she whispered. “Do not call me Alex. What the hell are you doing here, Gideon? What game are you playing at?” Her temper was beginning to show, and I wanted nothing more than to work her frustration out with countless orgasms.
“I told you I’d see you again. I’ve been waiting for almost a year for you to acknowledge me.” Smirking at her, I sipped my whiskey and set the glass down on the table before leaning into her. “Why the big facade? You could have told me who you were.”
She leaned closer to me, her lips inches away from mine. “I have my reasons and you have some explaining to do. How did you find me?”
She licked her lips and ran her fingers across the tattoo covering her chest and shoulders; her rising bosom pushing against the tight red dress. The memory of tracing every line with my tongue was strong as I reached out and softly stroked her hand, admiring the blue rose inked on the back. She turned her hand and I linked my fingers with hers, allowing the energy we had to flow freely between us.
Ignoring the last question, I responded, “One night wasn’t enough, Alexandria.” I purred, bringing her hand up to my lips and placing a gentle kiss on the back.
“Is that what this past year’s been about? Fucking me again?” Her eyes turned from lust to sadness in a moment before the anger reappeared and I could see she was battling something deeper than my presence.
I slid around until my body was pressed against hers. Reaching up, I turned her head to me and pressed a chaste kiss on her red pouty lips. Her eyelids fluttered and I could see her breathing increase as I caressed her cheek. She leaned in before clearing her voice and pulling away from me. Her eyes moved back to the curtains and the sound of a demonstration from the stage sounded into our private bubble.
Bringing my mouth to her neck, I kissed her once and whispered, “It’s never been about fucking you and you know it. If you give me a chance, I’ll prove it to you.”
“I don’t know what you want from me.” Her whispered words ringing true in our private booth.
“I don’t want anything, Alex. I just want a chance to get to know you. The real you, not all this.” I remarked and gestured to the club.
“And what do you get out of it? Perception is my life and I’m not willing to give that up for you or anyone else.”
“I didn’t ask you to. Just a chance, Mistress. Take a gamble and see where it lands.” I leaned back, leaving the decision up to her. I wouldn’t give up on her, but I wasn’t the type of man to beg. If she wanted me, she would have to make the move.
Her gaze tracked up to mine and she whispered, “Call me Alex.”
I smiled at her as she moved farther away from me and snapped her fingers. Her front of house manager peeked her head through the curtain a moment later. “Yes, Mistress?”
“I’m leaving you in charge tonight.”
The fair skinned woman glanced at me before she smiled and cast her eyes down to the table briefly. Locking eyes with Alex, she was stronger in appearance. “Thank you, Mistress. I won’t let you down.”
“You never have pet.” She replied and the curtain was opened for us.
I could see looks cast toward the table as I slid out and offered her my hand. She placed her delicate hand into mine and rose from the table, her long legs and curvy figure drawing the attention of everyone in the club. Standing, she released my hand, turned without a word, and started moving through the crowd of people. They parted as she moved, her sinfully curvy body exuding sex with each sway of her hips. I followed, unsure of the protocol, refusing to embarrass or degrade her in her club.
There had to be a reason she met me as Alex and not Mistress Alexandria and I was going to get to the bottom of it. I wanted to put the smile on her face I saw that night we shared, when she opened herself up to me and we experienced the edge of heaven together. I had gone from woman to woman whenever I wanted, to taking myself in hand for the last year. Stepping through a doorway, I recognized we were alone in a dressing room. The mirror reflected her perfection and I couldn’t wait another moment to have her in my arms.
Kicking the door closed, my two large strides ate the space between us. She turned at the loud noise and I picked her up, wrapping her tanned, toned legs around my waist as I pressed her against the nearest wall and slammed my mouth to hers.
Fingers gripped into my back as our kiss quickly grew frantic. I began to move my kisses down her neck, biting and licking away the sting as she moaned and rocked against me. Not wanting the audience our sex would bring, I pulled back, fighting to catch my breath. Her eyes were glazed over with lust and the heat from her core was pressed against my dress pants, teasing my needy cock.
Setting her on unsteady feet, I gripped her shoulders as her hands moved to my chest and her eyes locked with mine. Moving in, I pressed myself harder against her and groaned into her ear.
“Let me take you home so I can worship you the way I’ve been dreaming about. A year is too long to go without experiencing your perfection.”<
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She shook her head in disbelief. “There’s no way you’ve waited for a year for me. I know you’ve had other women.” Her sad eyes glanced down before locking with mine, hurt shining back at me.
“The last person I was with was you. After tasting your amazing pussy, feeling you squeeze my cock when you came, it was indescribable. Why would I want to fuck someone else when your pussy was made just for me?”
“Yeah, right.” Rolling her eyes, she glanced over my shoulder.
Bringing her gaze back to mine with the stroke of a finger to her chin, I stared her down, making sure she understood. “I’m not the type of man to lie. Why do you think I’ve come here every month for the last year? It’s not for the show, Alex.” Pecking her on the lips, I saw her glistening eyes looking deep into mine. Rubbing my hard cock against her, I groaned when she flexed her pelvis against mine. Nipping her on the neck, I whispered. “Tell me, Mistress Alexandria. Have you let anyone else into my pussy over this last year?”
Licking her lips, she silently shook her head again, her eyes locked with mine in strong defiance. I brought my lips crashing back into hers and forced my tongue into her mouth as I let my hands roam over her full tits. Plucking the taut buds through her thin dress, I felt her shake against me.
Bringing my forehead to hers, I asked, “Can I take you home?”
“Please.” She whispered and I softly kissed her again before linking my fingers with hers and practically dragging her through the rear entrance of Perception. She giggled as the cool desert air hit our skin and it was music to my ears.
The car service I used was waiting in the private lot for guests. She gave them an address and when we were comfortable in the back seat, I raised the partition, isolating us from the driver. Turning, I kissed her with more passion than I had ever felt before. The need to taste her was riding me hard as I pushed her down on the seat and followed her until she was comfortably under me. Where she belonged.
Sliding my hand up between her spread legs, I found her wet pussy waiting for me. Strumming my finger against her clit, she pushed into my hand as she kissed me harder. Working my way down her neck and across her chest, I kneeled on the floor and urged her to sit up, her bare pussy resting near the edge of the seat.
“Tell me what you want, Alex.” My fingers slowly rubbed her clit as I watched her hips begin to rise from the seat.
With a needy voice, she responded. “Make me cum, Gideon.”
With a feral smile on my face, I ran my nose up her leg, inhaling her intoxicating scent before taking a giant lick of her pussy. She tasted as good as I remembered, and I hummed into her as I battered her clit with my tongue. Alex rocked her hips on the seat, her hand woven into my hair as I brought her higher and higher, waiting for her to crash in euphoria.
My eyes tracked up her body, her dress bunched around her waist as I slipped two fingers into her tight channel and pumped into her, dragging my fingertips over her sensitive spot. Her eyes were closed, and her head rested against the seat as she rocked her hips shamelessly, reveling in the pleasure I was giving her.
“Oh, fuck! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she moaned, and I doubled my efforts, working her clit in time with my finger fucking until she splintered apart, shouting my name into the car. “Gideon!”
Using the tip of my tongue, I worked her softly, forcing aftershocks from her as she sunk into the seat, her face glowing and her eyes closed in ecstasy. The car slowed, and I leaned in, kissing her and letting her taste her delicious flavor. She grasped my cheeks and moaned as I pushed into her mouth.
A knock on the door had me turning my head as Alex lowered the window and spoke to the guard at the gate. With a tip of his hat, he pressed a button and the gate opened, allowing us entry into the private community. We stopped at the last house in the neighborhood and quickly exited the car. I instructed the driver I’d call when I was ready and followed Alex into her impressive house.
Chapter Three
Alexandria
I was nervous, unlike I had been in years, as Gideon followed me into the house and onto the back patio. I picked up the remote and turned on the fireplace and jacuzzi, allowing the water to steam away in the chilly night air. Turning, I saw Gideon pouring us both a drink from the small bar near the kitchen, making himself comfortable in my home. He strolled across the patio and placed both glasses on the table before pulling my body against his and slamming his mouth to mine.
Licking the seam of my lips, he pushed his tongue into the wet recess, and I groaned at the taste of pussy, my pussy, on his lips. He pulled back and his eyes locked with mine. Tucking a lock of hair behind my ear with a gentle brush of his hands, I felt the need for him grow with each passing moment.
Linking his hand with mine, he tugged me toward the oversized couch near the fireplace. Sitting down, he handed me my drink and took a sip of his, his strong body turned toward mine. I could feel the heat coming from him and my pussy throbbed with need. Blowing out a breath, I sat my drink on the table and stood. Gideon matched me and I placed my hand on his strong chest.
“I’ll be right back.” Leaning in, I kissed him chastely before I entered the door next to the fireplace and entered the secondary bedroom I used to entertain, on the rare occasion I had company.
I needed a minute to process what was happening. A man I barely knew, but who knew me more intimately than anyone ever had, was waiting on the patio, ready to give me the emotional and physical release I desperately needed. I may be a Mistress, but I wasn’t a whore. Not anymore.
Ignoring the voices whispering in my head, I looked around the room. I smiled at the king-sized bed on a raised platform against the side wall. My bedroom was upstairs, the colors light and airy compared to the sexy dungeon feel I had decorated this room to express. The walls were a dark grey and the bed was covered in black satin sheets with a soft grey comforter, red pillows and small art pieces adorning the room. This room was pure Mistress Alexandria. Alex slept upstairs, alone, every day. The last time I used this room was the night my ex-girlfriend, her now husband, and I shared the most intimate moment of my life, up to that point.
Until Gideon.
The night I shared with him changed me more than I was willing to admit, even to myself. Smiling, knowing there was at least one more night of passion between us, I grabbed the small wooden box on the dresser and returned to the patio.
Gideon was leaning back on the couch, his suit jacket laying on the chair next to him. His tie was gone, and the top buttons of his dress shirt were open, allowing his tattoos to show. He had one arm resting on the top of the couch and his leg crossed over his knee. His sexy green eyes ran up and down my body and I felt his caress across the space.
Setting the box down on the table, I ran my hands down my ass, smoothing my dress as I sat down next to him. Fingertips ran along my shoulder and I tilted my head toward the box. Leaning forward, he opened the box and chuckled. Inside was full of rolled joints, my personal strain that I had grown to enjoy. He closed the box and turned to me fully.
“Let’s leave the mind numbing for another night.” He smirked.
Nodding my head, I let the silence overtake us and relaxed in the peace that came along with it. Normally, I hated to let the conversation lull, but with Gideon, it felt right. But there was so much still left unsaid and unasked.
“How long have you lived here?” he asked, his eyes scanning the large backyard and lit pool.
“I bought this house about two years ago. A friend of mine built it but after some personal matters went sideways, they offered to let me take over the mortgage and now it’s mine.” I remarked, taking a sip of the aged whiskey from the tumbler.
Being purposefully vague, not wanting to explain too much, I let the answer linger in the air. No one needed to know how I earned my money when I first arrived in Las Vegas. Not that I had done anything illegal, but some people, my parents specifically, wouldn’t approve. Even though they were both dead, I still felt their anger and co
ndemnation deep in my soul.
Their actions are what put me on the path I walked today and as hard as I tried, I still felt shame. They stripped me of something so beautiful when I was younger and forced me to suffer through their decisions.
Michael . . .
“Where did you go, just now?” Gideon asked, setting his drink on the table and taking my hand into his. I gave him a questioning look and he exhaled. Reaching over, he stroked my cheek and spoke, barely above a whisper. “I see the pain in your eyes.”
I snapped my head at him. The anger for his assumption, even though it was right, made me defensive. Standing, I wrapped my arms around me and stood in front of the fireplace. I closed my eyes and fought the tears that threatened to fall. No one had noticed the fakeness of my smile until him.
Strong arms wrapped around my stomach and he pulled my back to his front. I could feel his growing length pressing against my ass, but he didn’t do anything to push me. He just held me as we stared into the dancing flames, letting the warmth overtake us. Moving the hair off my shoulder, he placed small, soft kisses against my neck, forcing a small moan from my lips.
Whispering against my ear, he husked. “Let me take the pain away, Alex. If only for tonight, let me make everything better.”
I nodded and he spun me in his arms, placing a soft kiss on my eager lips. With a quick movement, he had me in his arms and was walking toward the steaming jacuzzi tub. He set me on my feet and ran his eyes up my body. His fingers toyed with the straps of my dress as he slowly slid them down my arms.
The dress followed, pooling at my feet on the ground. Reaching out, I attempted to unbuckle his belt. He reached down and stopped me. My eyes snapped to his and I watched in rapt attention as this beautiful man lowered himself to his knees in front of me. His head bowed slightly as he pulled me closer to his face. I could hear him inhaling deeply near my needy pussy.
He looked up my naked body and I ran my fingers through his black hair, smiling down at him. Gideon rose from his knees and with soft grips into my hips, he picked me up and sat me on the edge of the tub. The warmth flowed up my back as he stepped between my spread legs, pushing his hard length against my hot flesh.
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