The Alexandra Series

by Lizbeth Dusseau

  “I demand honesty, Alex,” Reggie announced, ignoring my casual comment. “Your actions lie and so does your conversation.” He sat on a stone bench expecting me to sit with him. I walked instead, knowing the cold stone would only add to the pain that was already there. I turned to face him, and as soon as his steely cold eyes met mine, I knew I was caught in my own game.

  “You want me to tell you how hurt I am?” I asked. “If it makes you happy, yes, I’m damned uncomfortable. I consider last night’s ravaging a violation. I neither asked for it, dreamed it, or desired it.” I could feel the anger welling up again. “You’re going to tell me that being here is my choice, and so was last night. And you’re right. I gave myself to you, for you to use me any way you want. I played your game. But I want you to know that I hated it.” My voice rose, surprisingly strong. I couldn’t continue at the risk of turning my rage into tears.

  “What I did to you last night was cruel. I intended it to be that way. And I’ll be cruel to you again, but you’ll desire it, just as you desired it last night.”

  “I did not desire that last night!” I shouted back, annoyed that he’d even think that.

  “Oh, but Alexandra, you did. You loved it.” He was calm and cold in his assessment of me.

  “No!” I came back passionately.

  “And what’s more, you desire my mastery over you, you desire every minute of the drama. You’re addicted to it, just as I am. Accept it, my dear, we played ourselves brilliantly last night, and even now you’re enjoying your rage.”

  “I have every reason to be upset.”

  “I know. Unfortunately for you, I’m the master of this game and you are not.”

  How could I hate him and want him so much at the same time? He saw right through my hatred to the desire behind it; and for that I hated him most.

  He got up and walked to me, staring at me with eyes not as cold as before. “Your little scene at breakfast is certain to be causing you some discomfort. If I didn’t know you were already tremendously sore I’d spank your ass for being so foolish. Spend the remainder of the day resting.” He lifted my chin in his hand so I couldn’t look away. “You’re hurt and your body needs to heal. Spend the rest of the day in bed, that’s an order. Athena can bring you anything you need including cream for your bottom.”

  “You knew I’d be hurt?”

  “Of course, but I knew you wanted it. There’s no real damage done. The pain will subside faster than you think. And the sooner you admit that you loved that scene, witnesses and all, the sooner your pleasure will begin.”

  “Never,” I exploded jerking away.

  “I don’t expect you to understand, that is my job. But what I’m designing for you is exactly what you want.”

  “Stop saying that. I don’t agree at all.” I must have sounded like a petulant five year old, but I really didn’t care.

  “Fine. But go to bed and heal your body. It’s of no use to me now, and I want it well cared for. Use the journal to channel your anger. That’s what it’s for.” He was completely cold and steely once again, and clearly tired of my anger and denial.

  I was about to turn away and leave, but he was quick to stop me.

  He pulled me back by the arm. “I’m not done with you.” My eyes flashed, but I remained calm. “I want you to masturbate yourself to orgasm six times between now and five o’clock tomorrow evening. I’ll be in to see you then, be bathed and ready for me.”

  I watched him walk away. My body suddenly ached so furiously I was afraid I’d not be able to make it back to my room. When I did, I collapsed into my bed. As a breeze blew gently through the window I slept, and I didn’t wake until it was nearly dark. When I did rise, I bathed for a long time. I ate the tray of food Athena brought, and soothed myself with the balm she gave me. When I finished, I sat on my bed looking out into the trees that were turning black in the shadows of night. I was not tired. Reggie was constantly in my mind. I couldn’t make myself think of anything else, just Reggie and his driving power, his fleeting tenderness and his cruelty side by side, his light and dark so simply blended. I wanted both sides of him. And for a moment I did consider that perhaps I’d really created the night before, that being treated so fiercely was what I desired. Perhaps Reggie was right. But I only considered the idea briefly.

  I gazed at the blue notebook still lying against the baseboard where I’d thrown it. Retrieving it, I looked at its blank pages and began to write. Everything. Everything that had led to that moment, about Jane and the bar and the Red Rose and Will – who I seemed to have completely abandoned. The memories were so powerful that I stopped several times to masturbate. The details were all there in rich detail – the fantasies, the desires, even my aborted attempts to experience my awakening sexuality. As I finished, the night was nearly gone. With traces of dawn beginning to appear in the sky, I finally lay down to sleep once more.

  Chapter Fifteen

  When I woke, it was past three, and the air was redolent with the fragrance of a late summer afternoon. Longer shadows made strange patterns on the bed, and a musty warm breeze scented the air. He’d be coming at five and I needed to bathe. Rising from the bed, I began my routine in the bath taking great care with each step. I wanted to be perfect for him. How did he want me? Dressed? In my robe? Made up? He always used the simplest words when speaking to me, if he wanted me dressed he’d have said so. As five o’clock approached, I donned my robe and sat in the one chair in the room.

  He entered just as I heard the clock from the library chime the hour.

  “I see you’ve rested,” he said as he closed the door behind him. He smelled of coffee, combined with an earthy stable smell and just a hint of his cologne. He was wearing jeans and a casual shirt suggesting that he’d been riding that afternoon.

  “I do feel much better,” I replied. My anger from the day before was gone, but already the thought of his next game had me anxious.

  “Still sore?”

  “Yes.”

  “And did you orgasm as I instructed?”

  “I did, but just five times.” I’d planned to lie, but the truth spilled out regardless.

  “Then finish now,” he said. “Move to your bed and open your robe.”

  As I did, Reggie arranged the chair so that he could view me. As strange and intimate as his presence was, the masturbation was not as difficult as I’d have thought. I imagined seducing him, having him come to me and tongue my swollen cunt, or run his hands over my flesh, toy with my nipples and kiss my lips. I gave the moment my complete attention with the hope of making him squirm with desire for me, eager to touch my body even if his silly rules said otherwise.

  I rubbed my hands over my skin, then pinched my nipples until they were hard. As my hands moved lower, my fingers found their way through the tuft of hair at my cunt, and then found their way to the private place between my thighs that glistened with my dew.

  Reggie watched as if mesmerized, finally saying, “Lick the juices from your fingers.”

  I withdrew my fingers from my crotch, and for the first time tasted my own sweet nectar. Resuming my play, I found the bud of my sex and began to vibrate it with the movement of my well tuned fingers. As my desire built, I was quickly lost in the mounting sensations. My hips began to rock, swaying to the rhythm of my inner body, and I whimpered softly in a spasm of delight when I came. I continued to shudder afterwards, relishing every luscious feeling that rippled through me until the sensations finally died away.

  For one brief moment, I saw real desire in his eyes, and felt a private moment of triumph. I hoped for more, but Reggie had already moved on.

  “You’ll be my hostess tonight,” he informed me, “we’ll be serving dinner to twenty tonight.” He must have seen the apprehension in my face because he added, “This should be an easy night for you, Alex. Don’t start worrying now.”

  He moved to the closet and rifled past my clothes to the ones that had been hanging there when I arrived, finally pulling out a white
leather dress. It was strapless, short, with a deep slit in the back. A design of leather flowers was woven into the dress, starting at the bosom and cascading down the front where the flowers gathered into a larger design at the hem. The soft leather felt like butter to my touch, and I shivered from the warmth it sent through me.

  I noticed hanging with the dress a matching leather garter belt.

  “Put this on,” he said, and he sat again in the chair as I removed my robe. Being totally nude before him was a new level of exposure, one that both excited and frightened me. He watched me closely as I adjusted the garter belt and carefully raised the stockings over my legs and thighs, fastening the garters and pulling them tight until they were snug.

  I stepped cautiously into the dress, feeling the leather surround my bare breasts and skin producing a lovely erotic sensation. Reggie stood to zip the back for me then turned me around, our eyes looking down at my chest. The dress pushed my breasts into a cleavage that made them look much larger than they were. “Just as I hoped,” he said. I assume he approved.

  As expected, the slit in the back made no secret of my inner thighs. It rose up high enough to easily expose my bottom to any hand that chose to probe me there. And the gathered leather flowers in the front raised the hemline so that it revealed the top of the stockings and the garters. I stared in the mirror, deciding that I liked the way it looked.

  “Your makeup,” Reggie prompted me.

  I sat at the dressing table, seeing an entire array of colors before me. Though I wasn’t accustomed to wearing a lot of make-up, I dove into the project, applying color to my lids in a way similar to what I remembered from models in fashion magazines. I fooled with my hair until it was just right and was about to apply perfume, when Reggie caught my arm to stop me. He withdrew from his pocket a small vial, and dabbed the stopper on my neck, my arms, and my newfound cleavage. The scent was dark, a bit mysterious, much more sophisticated than what I wore at home. I could feel his breath on me as he paid particular attention to each spot he placed the scent. A wave of desire ran through my body having him so intimately attending to me.

  Obviously he had a vision in mind, and that made me titter all the more. And he wasn’t finished. From the same pocket he withdrew a pair of diamond stud earrings which he fixed at my ears. His hands were careful, and his touch to my soft skin sent warm chills through my body. Such exquisite tenderness from a man who could, in the next breath, be so heartless.

  I smiled, hoping for his smile in return, but received only the same impassive expression.

  “One last thing,” he said, as once again he pulled an item from his pocket; this time a collar to match the dress. This was no normal fetish collar, the kind I’d seen on-line, but one that been made of several leather pieces sewn together in the same floral pattern as on the dress. He fit it snugly around my neck, tying it at the base of my neck with the two ends dangling down my back. I hadn’t realized how provocative a collar could be, or how thrilling it would be to feel leather tightly encasing my neck. The smell of it made me think of dungeons and scenes of depravity. I felt bound, submissive – Reggie’s submissive. I longed for him to tell me how beautiful or alluring or sexy he’d made me. Anything. Any compliment at all. But he made no comment. Once my dressing was complete so was his job.

  “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” he said as he left the room. It was six-fifteen.

  In exactly fifteen minutes, Reggie returned, dressed and ready to go downstairs, completely transformed. He’d shed his stable clothes in favor of more formal attire, white shirt, a trendy black coat, obviously quite expensive, a pair of grey slacks and Italian loafers. He smelled of soap and cologne Even his mood had changed. There was a sharpness about his attitude suggesting that he was preparing himself for something special tonight. He had the casual elegance of a Hollywood heartthrob. It would be hard not to desire a man so handsome, so perfectly put together. I’d taken a step back to see him anew, and quite differently than I’d seen him in the past couple of days. For the moment, away from my own issues, I realized that I honestly knew nothing about him. He was all dazzle, drama, smoke and mirrors, but the real man? He lay buried beneath the pretense and the cunning. Perhaps that was what had me so stirred up and determined to claim his affections.

  “Shall we greet our guests?” he asked, and taking my arm we descended to the library where a small crowd had gathered. We were well-matched arm in arm, the way we were dressed, and the way our bodies seemed to blend so well together. I hoped that this was the beginning of more intimacy between us. I was ready to let go of the fiasco surrounding my initiation, hoping to start fresh.

  “May I present Alexandra,” Reggie said as his guests noticed our entrance. I left his side to shake their hands and embrace them, and they graciously returned my greeting. Will was there and at my side, plopping an enormous kiss on my lips.

  “You look sensational.” His coldness from Thursday was apparently long forgotten. Yet as Will and I made our way around the room together, I no longer felt as if I were his, and for his part, he kept himself slightly distanced. I was bound to Reggie, and though Will was familiar and comfortable to me, I wanted to be with Reggie now. I wondered if Reggie felt bound to me as well.

  At dinner Reggie and I sat at opposite ends of a long table, with many guests between us. Reggie didn’t glance at me even once that I noticed. I sufficed by being as charming a hostess as I knew how, and found the conversation surprisingly easy. Wine flowed, and my head swam in a delicious high. I was warmed by the laughter and playful innuendo, and nearly forgot the soreness of my body. The revelry of this group and the sensuous mood was infectious.

  After dinner we adjourned to the library, my head still swimming and my body seeming to blend with the others as the evening proceeded in its unique kind of rhythm. And when the drama of the night commenced, amazing in its naturalness, I was drawn into its delights with an ease that surprised me.

  Heidi and another female guest, a lovely brunette, were in the center of the room, and as if totally oblivious to those around them, they began to play with each other, first caressing each other lightly, their faces brushing up together coyly, as if this were the first time they made love. I seriously doubt that, but it was nonetheless amazing to watch. Their tongues reached out, their lips met, they kissed in a sensuous and loving way like delicate flowers opening to each other. Heidi’s long lanky body blended into the softer more voluptuous other woman, as their hands began a more intimate exploration. When their clothes began to fall around their feet, they continued their passionate fondling. Soon their bodies were nearly nude, clothed only in lace thong panties. Not since the night when Will had taken me to a sex party had I witnessed such openly erotic behavior. That night I was so petrified that I hadn’t appreciated what I found so enchanting this time. I was aroused by the two women, remembering the passionate night with Jane, the feel of her hands on my body, the way she kissed my lips, brought me to climax, and the erotic drama she enacted afterwards for my hungering eyes to enjoy. I wanted to be part of this drama, too, right in the midst of the provocative show.

  As the two women dropped to a leather chaise, they began to make love more aggressively, moving with little restraint, finding pussies wet and tongues ready to satisfy their building lust. I couldn’t take my eyes from them, and so engrossed, I didn’t notice Reggie approach me from behind and place his arm gently around my waist. When I finally realized he was there, a new thrill surged through me as we watched together for some time. I felt his crotch against my back, and if I’m not mistaken the feel of his cock throbbing against my ass.

  As the two women fondled each exquisite part, hands over soft mounds of flesh, over folds and bulges, and satiny thighs, I sensed those same hands on me, each part of me coming alive with their delicate touch. They appeared to lose themselves in the moment, until they were undulating as one. When Heidi made her way down her lover’s body to her neatly trimmed sex, the brunette opened her thighs wide, expos
ing her pussy, which was shaved clean so that there was no obstruction to Heidi’s gentle exploration of her pink folds.

  Feeding off their passionate performance, the room was beginning to stir, guests reaching out to caress the person closest to them, lips meeting, bodies undulating until the entire room had tuned itself to the same erotic rhythms as the lovemaking females. Ann moved forward to join Heidi and the brunette, fitting into their sexual play as if she’d belonged with them all along.

  “Join them, Alexandra, and enjoy yourself,” Reggie whispered in my ear. My body raced with excitement hearing his command. Although I didn’t feel so commanded by his words, just gently nudged into doing something we both knew I desired. I was grateful for the little push. As I began to move forward, and the others received me as a welcome part of their erotic play, I was drawn by the naturalness of our female sexuality. Their hands tenderly unzipped my dress and began to cuddle my breasts as they fell free. A lovely brunette with long hair and olive skin began to make love to the pale white mounds, sucking my nipples and tenderly torturing the flesh with tiny bites. The sensation traveled downward to my cunt adding to my mounting arousal. I reclined on my side as rougher, forceful hands opened my thighs wide and tongues from both the front and rear began to probe my private spaces. The contrast of the hard and soft, gentle and demanding, aggressive and delicate initiated a series of spasms. Something wicked arose in me. I gazed beyond the moving tableau of women, realizing that I was now the center of the room. Those in the outer circle who watched took their inspiration from me. I’d never felt so exposed and so powerful. The only thing to mar the moment was seeing Will enjoying the attentions of a pretty redhead, but before the pang of jealously took hold, my attention was diverted back to the women around me and what their skilled hands and sensuous mouths were doing to my expanding desire.

  For a time I tried to hold back the flood of sensation; I didn’t want this amazing scene to end too soon. But then my desire reached a tipping point, and I could no longer stave off the pressing need. Swept away by sensation, the orgasm was on me, and soon a shuddering flood of spasms racked my lower body, exploding nerve ends until I thought I’d burst apart.