by Angela Blake
Brandy pulled back and gave her a quick wink before they both stepped out into the hall together. Alexa said goodbye to a couple of people, but she noticed a lot of envious looks on the faces of the girls there. They couldn’t understand why the legendary Dean Withers had chosen her. She couldn’t understand it either, but she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Madame Teresa was standing at the entrance doing her best not to look emotional. “I’ll miss you, girl.”
Alexa could’ve sworn she saw unshed tears in Madame Teresa’s eyes, but when she blinked, they were gone. She gave Madame Teresa a quick hug and left the big red building she had called home for almost a year behind her.
Dean had sent a private car with a chauffeur to collect her, and he took her bag and placed it in the trunk. Alexa stepped into the car and waved as the car pulled away from the curb and onto the main road.
She watched the trees whiz by, until eventually they blurred into each other, and she was content to simply rest her head against the window. They reached a hill a while later, and as the car rolled up the hill, Alexa gasped as a large mansion loomed up ahead. It had a towering iron gate, a huge entrance, and the architecture was done in the modern style with French windows, neutral colors, and a huge garden.
The car pulled up to the door, and a maid was waiting to escort her inside. She curtsied, introduced herself and began to show her around the house. The large house was beginning to make Alexa feel very small, especially when she saw how many wings it had. The maid stopped in front of a door and showed Alexa to her room which was more like a house in and of itself with its lush carpets, private bathroom, and luxurious bed. She even had an entire wardrobe at her disposal along with make-up, cosmetics, and lingerie.
She blushed as she noticed the last thing and pretended not to see it as she fingered one particularly beautiful deep blue dress.
The maid excused herself, and Alexa stood there gawking at the room, unable to believe that such a house existed, and that she would be a guest here for the next three months. She ran and threw herself onto the big, plush bed and sighed as she started making snow angels on the sheets.
She stood up a while later and smiled as she made her way over to the closet to look through the rest of the wardrobe. She noticed a card on her bureau with a simple note from Dean requesting her presence for dinner in two hours. She thought that it was kind of odd that he was asking her that way, but she supposed that rich men had to make appointments and such.
A knock a while later revealed a petite blonde who introduced herself as her maid, Anna, ready to take care of her grooming and hygiene needs. Alexa nodded as she allowed herself to be led to the bathroom, knowing that now that she was here, it was an entirely different game with a different set of rules and she had to play by Dean's if she expected to not only survive the upcoming three months, but to hopefully enjoy them as well, for she saw no reason why she couldn’t with the mansion's massive library, indoor/outdoor swimming pool, tennis court, and a large staff there to cater to one’s every need.
She was definitely going to enjoy every minute of this, she thought to herself as Anna lead her to the bathroom and began to draw up a bubble bath with scents she had never even heard of.
Chapter 7
Two hours later, Alexa was feeling like a brand new person, decked out in a beautiful blue dress that brought out the color of her eyes. It was a little bit past her knees, hugged her figure perfectly¸ and had a V-neck the revealed just enough cleavage to make her sexy, but not so much that it would be considered tacky. Her hair lay in loose waves cascading down her back, and she wore matching peep-toe pumps that showed off her impossibly long legs.
Her make-up was minimal, just enough to accentuate her features without taking away from her natural beauty.
“You’re a natural at this, Anna,” Alexa complimented her as she took stock of herself. She turned left then right in the mirror and couldn’t help but admire the dress’s material.
“Thank you, Miss.” Anna beamed with pride as she stepped back and admired her handiwork. She went back to the closet and pulled out a beautiful necklace with a blue sapphire in the middle and helped Alexa fasten it around her neck.
A knock on her room a while later let Anna know that dinner was ready, and she took a deep breath before she put her hand on the door knob and opened the door. Delicious smells wafted in through the hallway, and Alexa’s stomach growled at the mere prospect of food, realizing that she hadn’t actually eaten anything since that morning.
She made her way down the bannister and followed the butler to the main dining hall. It looked something out of Beauty and the Beast with the high vaulted ceiling, the enormous chandelier, and the huge dining room table decorated with fancy candelabras, and what looked like a wide array of scrumptious food.
Dean sat at the far end of the table, dressed in a pair of jeans and a polo shirt which seemed oddly out of place with the rest of the mansion. Alexa shrugged to herself and made her way towards him, then smiled graciously as she was offered the seat on her right.
Dean lowered his phone, and gave Alexa an appreciative glance. “You look very fine tonight, Alexa.”
“Thank you.”
Dean gave her an indulgent smile. “No need to thank me. Just because this is all about pleasure doesn’t mean one can’t enjoy other things as well. I look forward to tearing that dress off of you, and pounding into you so hard that you won’t be able to stand for a week.”
Alexa nearly choked at the blasé way with which he said that. She shot him a glance, and were it not for the slight smirk hovering on the edge of his lips, she would have thought he wasn’t being serious because the rest of his face conveyed nothing of his emotions.
“You need to get used to me being blunt, Alexa. There’s no point in tiptoeing around the matter. We are here for a reason.”
“Yes,” Alexa agreed as she reached for her glass of water, her stomach suddenly in knots.
Dean signaled for the butler to come over and begin serving them. They began to eat in silence, the sound of the cutlery the only thing that was heard in the vast and cold room. Alexa couldn’t eat much, though only a few minutes ago she had been ravenous. She supposed it had to do with the fact that she had no idea what to expect from Dean. There were times when she felt like there was a sweet side to him, other times when it felt like he’d spank her if she did something wrong.
Not that she had minded it that much when he did it in the office.
But, still. Her pride really hurt after that. She felt like she was a child being rapped on the knuckles for getting an answer wrong in class.
***
Before she knew it, dinner was over, and the dishes were being cleared. Dean held out his hand for her, and she took it, noting at once how cold and clammy her hand felt against his warm and pleasant one.
Dean quietly led her out of the room and up the stairs where he stopped in front of a particular room and turned to face her. “I know you are a virgin, but once I have enjoyed that to the fullest, we will be trying out different things in my playroom. We will of course agree on a safe word beforehand, and you are to use it whenever you feel the need to. Other than that, within the walls of this room, I am Sir, not Dean.”
Something within her bristled at the condescension in his tone, but she told that inner voice to shut up because she knew what she was getting into, and it’s not like anybody had lied to her.
Dean turned the lock, and she stepped inside as she waited for him to turn on the light switch. As soon as he illuminated the room, a gasp escaped Alexa’s mouth as she took in all the different toys and such that lay scattered around the room. Everything from whips to butt plugs, and Alexa couldn’t help but flush to her roots at the mere thought of what was going to happen.
“Unzip your dress,” Dean commanded as he took off his shirt and let it fall to the ground.
Alexa obediently unzipped the dress and waited. De
an walked towards her slowly, like a predator, and yanked the dress off of her in one swift movement. He made a low noise in the back of his throat at the sight of Alexa standing in a red thong and lacy red-and-black bra with her high heels on. He placed his hands on her ass and squeezed firmly as he rubbed himself against her.
Alexa tried not to acknowledge the goose bumps that broke out across her flesh, and the white-hot flash of desire that began to lick its way through her veins. He moved to stand behind her, running his fingers over the smooth curves of her back until his hands came around cupped her breasts.
He squeezed quickly before he released them and moved his hands down. They moved over her thighs, her legs then back up again before they settled atop her crotch. Dean let his hot breath slide across her back as he kissed her shoulder. “You have to be ready for me, or you won’t enjoy it.”
He breathed against her neck as he began kissing it and massaging her breasts at the same time. Alexa leaned into him and tried to keep her wits about her as her body began to respond to his touch. He undid the clasp on her bra, so that her breasts stood erect and proud, and he began vigorously rubbing them until Alexa’s eyes began to flutter closed. All of a sudden, he spun her around, picked her up by the legs, and moved them backwards.
He lay her down on a bed in the center of the room, and he began to kiss her, gently at first then with much more fervor as she began to respond just as passionately.
“You are so sexy, Alexa. I have never seen a woman so hot for me before. It makes me want to thrust into you right now, but I am a patient man.”
Her stomach tightened at his words as she watched him through hooded eyes. Dean leaned over the side of the bed and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He began to cuff each of her hands to the sides of the bed until she was completely at his mercy.
He spread her legs open and began to kiss the inside of her thighs, his stubble creating a dual sense of eroticism at the same time causing her nerves to go into a frenzy. One hand came up to play with her breast while the other skimmed her entire body, leaving not an inch of skin undiscovered. Alexa struggled against the handcuffs, overwhelmed with the desire to touch him.
“The safe word is 'red,' Alexa. Do you want to use the safe word for any reason?”
Alexa shook her head. “I want to touch you.”
Dean smiled as he leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips, then he began to rub her down there until she bucked her hips against his fingers. He smiled against her lips and began to rub her more vigorously, until she was panting against his lips. He stopped rubbing her and began to caress the inside of her thigh.
Dean watched her carefully the entire time then suddenly, without warning, he plunged his fingers in and began moving them slowly around her clit area until Alexa began to feel something build up within her. Her hips began to move of their own accord, and just before she was about to come, Dean leaned forward and took her nipple between his teeth and bit down hard.
That was all she needed to come tumbling over the edge, panting and moaning as her orgasm racked through her. White spots danced in her field of vision as she struggled to get some air back into her body. She gazed at Dean through hooded eyes, and he smirked as he reached over the side of the table to take out something else. He pulled out something that looked deceptively soft. “I’m going to use this against your stomach, Lexie.”
The sound of her nickname sounded very intimate, and very erotic when he said it like that, and Alexa squirmed against the handcuffs, feeling a very urgent desire to touch him.
“I know you want to touch me, we’ll get around to that, but first I intend on discovering every inch of your skin.”
With that, he leaned down and began to run the feather-like thing over her stomach, causing her entire body to tremble with desire. His smile got bigger and bigger the more her body reacted to his touch. He stopped abruptly and jumped off the bed.
Alexa frowned as she wondered if she had done anything wrong. She watched him cross over to the other side of the room and open a small fridge. He took out a bunch of ice cubes, and Alexa’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion as she wondered what they were for.
He brought them over to the side of the bed and popped one into his mouth. “This will be a bit cold, but once you get past that, it’ll be great.”
He leaned over her and began to run the ice cube over her entire body. Alexa froze at first, the cold shocking her entire system, but after a while, she began to enjoy the cool wet feeling emanating from the ice cubes. Dean rotated the cuffs and flipped her around, so she was laying on her stomach. He began to repeat the same movement with her back, gliding over her ass and down to her thighs.
Alexa began to breathe heavily once more as he turned her around, threw the ice cube out of his mouth and pressed his lips to hers. One hand began to massage her breasts, and the other, Alexa could hear, was fumbling with the zipper of his pants. She heard him kick them off before he pressed himself up against her center.
She could feel his erection bulging through his boxer shorts, but instead of fear, all she felt was red-hot desire. She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed. Dean growled against her mouth as he began to kiss her more aggressively. He wrenched his lips away from hers and began to kiss and bite her breasts. Alexa arched her back, offering him better access until both of her breasts stood erect.
Dean reluctantly pulled himself away and reached for a box condoms by the side of the bed. He tore one open, shoved his boxers down and put it on. Alexa swallowed nervously as she noticed how big and hard he was. She wondered if he’d be able to fit.
“Remember the safe word,” he said as he positioned himself in front of her. Both his arms came up to rest on the bed post, and in one quick movement he was inside of her. Alexa gasped as she felt a slight bit of pain go through her, but she waited as she was taught to do. Soon, the pain ebbed away, and there was only a slight sense of discomfort.
Once he felt her relax against him, Dean thrust into her again, eliciting a moan that vibrated throughout her entire body. Dean began to pant as he pulled in then out and repeated the movements until he found a pace that suited them both. His hands continued to travel all over her body, causing her entire world to blur in a haze of lust.
Alexa could feel herself getting closer, so Dean began to nibble on her ear. “Tell me, how does it feel? Do you feel like you’re close to cumming?”
Alexa nodded, breathlessly. “Yes, I—oh, God. Right there, yes.”
Dean moaned into her ear. “Yes, that’s it. Do you want me to slow down, or go faster?”
Alexa tightened her legs in response as she dug her nails into her palms. “Faster.”
Dean grunted as he pressed his lips to hers and began to speed up the pace. Alexa began to pant and imagined running her fingers up and down his back, lightly scratching him, and her body shuddered in response to the fantasy.
“Oh, oh, yes!” She screamed as she felt another orgasm tear through her body, causing her entire body to shake. Dean thrust once more before he too came with a shout that was loud enough to be heard throughout the entire house.
The sound of their labored breathing could be heard throughout the room as Dean slowly pulled out of her and collapsed next to her on the bed. He reached over and undid the cuffs, and her arms fell to her sides, limp and utterly spent.
Dean playfully spanked her ass. “I told you that this could be pleasurable for the both of us.”
A hoarse laugh tore its way through her chest as she turned on her side to face him in all of his sweaty, naked glory. “You were right.”
“Not something a woman says very often.”
Alexa let her gaze roam all over his body, noting the way he looked softer in this light. Much less an indifferent, calculating businessman, and more like a man who’d been dealt a rough hand. She wondered, for the millionth time, what it was that would drive a man to such extremes.
What kind of pain had he endured t
hat made him believe that he had to buy women to fill the hole in his heart?
“I know that look,” he said suddenly as he turned on his side to face her, a sad smile tugging on the corner of his lips. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I need saving. Lexie, there are things in my past, dark things that I’ve done, and very few people would actually understand. You’d run away if you knew what they were.”
Alexa lay her head on the pillow and studied him quietly. “I don’t think I’d run.”
“Oh, you would. They all do eventually. Not that I blame them. It’s like having two different sides of me, always at war with each other. One wants to dominate, to take ruthlessly and inflict pain, while the other wants to love and give without reserve.”
His confession echoed in the room, tugging on a chord in Alexa’s heart as she felt a wave of sadness flutter through her.
“It doesn’t have to be like that. Surely, there’s someone out there who could learn to love the man and the monster.”
He looked at her. “No one has ever cared enough to try, and the darkness within me grows stronger. So, I simply do what I have to do.”
Alexa understood now, the bad-boy persona, the aloof and indifferent attitude. Somewhere in his past, someone had hurt him badly, and the only way he felt like he was able to get through that was by inflicting pain on others. By turning into an alpha male, domineering, commanding, and with a heart that was perfectly safe behind golden doors.
“So you hide your heart away, pretend to be this alpha male and bad boy,” Alexa said quietly.
“Who said I was pretending?” He gave her a naughty smirk as he bit her hand.
“You don’t have to pretend around me.”
Dean wiggled his eyebrows at Alexa before he got up and went to the corner of the room. He had a blindfold in his hand, and Alexa laughed. “You want me to put that on?”
“No, I want you to take a selfie with it,” he said, very dryly.
