by Sara Fawkes
ALEXANDER DIDN’T WAIT for an answer; he lathered soap into his hands and began spreading it across Kate’s body. A low moan escaped the redhead’s throat as she pressed into his touch, the cuffs above restricting her movements. Satisfaction stirred in his chest as he smoothed the bar over her neck and down her breastbone, then took each breast in a hand and massaged, thumbing her nipples. Kate squirmed, desperate for more, and Alexander felt his cock stir.
More in control this time, however, Alexander slowly traced his hands over her body, making sure to cover every inch. He bypassed her core, listening with some amusement at her frustrated sigh. He lathered her thighs and calves before finally moving up to her apex. Alexander traced the line between her hip and pubic bone with his fingers before opening her folds, slick fingers lightly caressing her core. His little sub lifted one leg onto tiptoe to give him more access; Alexander chuckled but rewarded her by pressing fingers against her opening, not pushing inside but working the edges.
His hands moved up, releasing Kate’s from the cuffs. “On your knees.”
Kate immediately complied, lowering herself onto the tile. Alexander’s erection was right beside her face, and he watched as she leaned forward and gave the tip a quick lick. Alexander shuddered and grabbed her hair, tilting her head up toward him. Any reprimand he might have had died on his lips, and he merely watched her, his fingers caressing her scalp while his other hand trailed down the side of her face. Kate wrapped her hands around the back of his thighs, raising her eyes seemingly for permission.
At Alexander’s nod, Kate bent her head and rolled her tongue around the bulbous tip. Digging her fingernails into his buttocks, she opened her mouth wide and sucked him down until he hit the back of her throat. Alexander bit out a groan, and she set to work, rubbing her tongue along the base as she began bobbing over his member. His fingers in her hair tightened as she picked up the pace, then she reached one hand between his thighs to caress the wrinkled skin behind his erection, using the heel of her hand to massage the tight mass.
“God,” he ground out. Alexander thrust into her mouth, and Kate clung to his legs for balance. An overwhelming ferocity welled up deep inside him, and he jerked Kate’s head back so she met his eye. “I’m going to fuck that hot little mouth of yours as hard and deep as I can,” he growled, “and you’ll take it like a good girl.”
That was all the warning he gave her before pulling her back over his cock and surging inside. He used her hard, but after a brief adjustment period, the redhead rose to the occasion. Kate sucked and used the tip of her tongue to trace designs on his long erection as Alexander murmured her name. He couldn’t get enough of her mouth, seeing himself disappear inside her and delighting in the way she played with him.
He could feel the orgasm rising slowly to the surface and suddenly needed more from the woman. Alexander pulled himself free and hauled Kate to her feet. He pulled her into a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue, as he lifted her arms above her head and reattached the cuffs. Kate met his oral assault as Alexander shifted his kisses to her neck, then farther down. The redhead moaned, fighting against the restraints, then gave a short gasp as Alexander nipped the inside of one breast before trailing his mouth down her quivering stomach.
Grabbing her thighs, Alexander crouched down and lifted her off the ground, settling her legs on his shoulders. He heard the cuffs pull tight, trapping Kate’s arms taut above her head. Then he pulled her buttocks and folds apart with deft fingers and set his mouth to her core. This time, the cry out of Kate’s mouth wasn’t quiet, and Alexander set to work making her feel the same desperation. She was close, so close; he could feel it in the muscles of her thighs, in her cries, and in the way her body quaked around him. His onslaught was relentless; he wanted to watch her come, to see the quivering flesh and taste her pleasure.
He knew the instant she reached that point, and one small flick to her clit was enough to send her over the edge. Alexander held her close, glorying in her cries, fingers digging into her soft flesh. He wasn’t done with her, however; between his legs, his cock surged. Mine.
But there was more it than just physical need, and he knew it. Perhaps it had been years since he’d felt a similar yearning, but as much as his body craved this woman, his heart needed her just as desperately. Christina was supposed to be his only love, but even she had told him, in her final days, to find someone new. It had taken him years to find anyone who aroused his interest, and he wasn’t going to let this one go.
KATE BARELY NOTICED when Alexander undid the cuffs from around her wrists and gently picked her up, carrying her silently out of the bathroom. Kate laid her head on his shoulder, placing a soft kiss on his neck.
“Thank you,” she whispered, still trying to recover her wits as Alexander laid her onto the soft bed. A deep lethargy spread over her, and all she wanted to do right then was go to sleep, but the bed dipped again, and Kate opened her eyes to see Alexander above her. A nudge at her thighs, and he settled between her legs, his still-hard member resting just above her pelvic bone. The dark man stared down at her for a long second, then bent down for another soul-shattering kiss.
If his last kiss had been all about possession, fierce and demanding, this was just the opposite. He teased and surprised, drawing out the sensuality in Kate, who returned his kisses with increasing ardor. Hooking one arm gently beneath Kate’s knee, Alexander slid back inside her body as if it were his home, moving with sensual slowness in and out of Kate’s slick passage. Nerve endings still alight from the orgasm, Kate let out a soft sigh against his lips and felt Alexander’s mouth turn up at the corners as he continued his sensual onslaught.
He increased his momentum and ran a hand down Kate’s thigh, gripping one hip and encouraging her to match his rhythmic, rocking motions. This wasn’t the pounding possession of only moments before, Kate realized; this was art, a poem to the nature of love, written just for her. Kate choked on a cry, breaking off the slow kiss for air as Alexander moved his ministrations to her ear, trailing down the side of her neck with his teeth.
Kate could tell he was close when Alexander’s thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing rougher. Kate ran her hands through his thick, dark hair, each breath a loud sigh of pleasure, as Alexander’s teeth grabbed ahold of the skin of Kate’s shoulder. Kate rained kisses up his neck and chest as he moved above her, then she felt him start to tremble as he came with loud, hoarse cries.
Unsure what to expect from the large Dom, Kate was surprised when he rolled them over so they were lying on their sides in the large bed. Kate moved in close, snuggling in the thick arms and reveling in the hard warmth of his body. Ted had never been the kind for cuddling, even after sex, which had disappointed Kate until she’d eventually grown used to it. Kate had no idea if this kind of postcoital reaction was normal, but she took full advantage of the opportunity, snuggling close until she was as close as she could possibly be. When she gave his chest a kiss, she ran the tip of her tongue along the skin. He smelled wonderful and tasted even better.
The arm around her shoulders tightened, pulling her in close. Kate let her eyes fall closed, a languid peace rolling over her.
Alexander’s deep voice rumbled through her, and a lazy smile spread over Kate’s face. “Don’t think your night ends here.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, holding tight to his warm, hard body as sleep gently overtook her.
Chapter Five
ALEXANDER WAS A mystery, but the kind that Kate was happy to leave unsolved.
Over the next few days, they settled into a routine of sorts, splitting their days between various duties and functions. During the mornings and afternoons, Alexander conducted his business at the hotel, and Kate enjoyed the resort’s various amenities and distractions. There were several seminars dedicated to Fetish Week, ranging from safe practices in the bedroom to a long list of demonstrations on what normally happened behind closed doors.
Kate attended a few of the workshops, including one designed for p
eople Subbing to a Dom or Domme. The class was interesting and filled the gaps in the knowledge she’d gained from the Internet. Kate was too shy to ask any questions herself, but the men and women around her held little back, leaving Kate’s ears burning at the details they revealed to the packed room. It also filled her head with ideas, however, and she spent her moments alone fantasizing about what would happen if Alexander did those things to her.
Kate also attended her first yoga class, a very sedate session that left her deliciously sore for two days. Afterward, she struck up conversations with fellow classmates, all of whom were absolutely lovely individuals with their own wild stories to tell. One Irishwoman with dreadlocks and more body piercings than Kate could count told about her ’round-the-world trip, and ticked off a hefty number of lovers from either gender. The lady didn’t seem at all fazed by the number, fondly remembering several, and Kate was left with a new appreciation for society’s take on women’s sexual freedom.
Kate was also propositioned by a swinging couple, something that was way outside her normal comfort zone. The couple was very open about the offer: they thought she was beautiful and would love to share themselves with her. Somehow, the awkwardness Kate might have felt any other time didn’t manifest itself; rather than being in any way repulsed, Kate felt flattered by their proposal. Still, she let them down as easily as she could. “My Dom wouldn’t approve,” was all she had to say, and they were comfortable with her answer, saying he was a lucky man.
The unexpected compliment had her grinning for a long time afterwards.
She spent her time by the pool, slowly learning to ignore the nakedness that permeated the resort. For the first time since her engagement and the rush to plan a perfect wedding, Kate allowed herself to relax and enjoy the moment. Kate was surrounded by people who were free in a way she’d never imagined, and a beautiful man found her desirable. It felt like how she imagined a hippie commune from the sixties, and was so out of her normal comfort zone that Kate couldn’t help but marvel at how on earth she could be there.
Yes, her days at the resort were interesting, but the nights. Oh, her nights!
Alexander was insatiable, and unable or unwilling to let her out of his grasp. The Dom ran hot and cold; she could never predict his moods or thoughts but eagerly awaited every decision he made. Her second day there, he brought her downstairs and purchased several implements from the small store inside another of the conference rooms, as well as picking up a harness, which snapped easily to a set of D-rings on the ceiling above their bed. Alexander left her a panting mess with one very long, playful session, leaving her hanging and cuffed as he teased her from below.
Only the previous afternoon, Kate had retired to her room earlier to change into something that revealed less of her pale skin to the Mediterranean sun. When she opened the door, however, she was suddenly grabbed and pulled into the room. A startled cry was muffled by the hand over her mouth as she was pulled through the living room.
“You made me wait too long,” a deep, familiar voice hissed in her ear. “I won’t be gentle this time.”
All the fight went out of Kate as she recognized Alexander’s voice. Her relief was short-lived, however, when her pants were ripped from her hips and the shirt pulled over her head. Alexander set his lips and teeth to the back of her shoulder as he pushed Kate against the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the ocean. He pulled up her bra, exposing her breasts to the lukewarm glass.
“People might see us,” Kate whispered, body tensing deliciously in response to Alexander’s need.
He bit her shoulder, hard enough to leave a bruise. “Let them watch,” he ground out, then pushed himself between her closed legs and pierced Kate’s core.
Gasping, Kate’s head fell back onto Alexander’s shoulder as he pounded into her, then again deeper this time. One rough hand captured her wrists above her head while the other one reached down, cupping and pressing at the mound between Kate’s legs.
Let them watch. Small explosions rocketed through Kate with each thrust, but even from the top floor of the resort, she still clearly saw the people milling around the pool. If she could see them, there was a strong possibility they could see her. Instead of the idea’s leading to mortification, however, a fierce desire arose within Kate at the thought.
Let them watch.
Moaning, Kate threw her head back, rubbing herself against the hand over her clit. She widened her legs, tilting her hips back to allow better access, and was rewarded by a nip on the ear. Far below, a few people stood staring up at the sky, and Kate wondered if they could see her. Do you want a show? she thought, pressing her breasts against the glass. You want to see me get fucked by my Master?
Many of the subs she’d met at the resort called their Doms or Dommes “Master” or “Mistress,” and Kate began to understand why. Alexander was in charge of her body, wringing out every last drop of pleasure. She did as he commanded not just because submitting felt right but because Alexander took her submission and gave her back so much in return. In the brief time she’d known him, she’d learned to trust him with her body, to make the right decisions that would bring her release. So far, the Greek man had not disappointed her.
Thinking soon proved difficult, however, as the rising orgasm enveloped Kate. Wrists high above her head, she drew in a shuddering breath as Alexander continued to pound inside her, bearing down and tightening her inner walls and core muscles until she heard him groan. His pace only sped up, the constant friction rubbing all the right places; and then it was Kate’s breathy moans and sighs that filled the room.
There was no finesse to the sex this time, nor was there any desire to prolong the action. Kate set her forehead to the thick glass, eyes closing as the orgasm broke over her. Alexander took more time, his deep thrusts sending waves of pleasure coursing through Kate’s body, but even he didn’t last long. His free hand crept up around her throat, pulling her head back as his teeth closed around her ear. Two more thrusts, then he came with a fierce groan, body shuddering and pressing Kate harder into the glass. She didn’t mind the weight at all, nor the delicious soreness from the marks left on her body.
They’d stayed that way for another moment, then Alexander kissed her neck and pulled himself free, stepping away to let Kate stand by herself. She watched as he quietly dressed himself, within moments looking once again like a respectable businessman, and Kate marveled at how the suit couldn’t cover up the animal within the man. He was both sides, all rolled into one, an amalgam of everything Kate considered perfection.
And he was all hers.
Yes, the sex was as hot as the Mediterranean sun, and Kate threw herself into the lifestyle, but with each passing day and night, the realization that all this would end tugged at her mind. She tried not to let herself dwell on it, keeping herself entertained as much during the day as possible and leaving her nights to be spent in Alexander’s skilled hands. Still, as Thursday rolled around, and a comment was made in a seminar about the week’s events winding down, Kate was forced to ask herself the question she’d been dreading since her arrival.
What happens after this?
The plan all along had been, after the honeymoon, to focus on growing her business. With Ted out of the picture, that plan really hadn’t changed, but with Alexander . . . The subject was one she both desperately wanted to bring up and just as desperately tried to avoid, because the now was so perfect. In the real world, though, was all this really for her? Life at the resort was a bubble, a world where a person could experiment.
Was that what this all was? An experiment?
The thought of what came after the vacation was depressing, so Kate forced herself not to dwell on it. Soon enough, she would need to deal with the consequences of everything, including her aborted wedding, but for the present all she wanted was to enjoy life, enjoy sex, and live for the moment.
Was that such a crime?
“HOW ARE YOU enjoying your newest pet?”
“Oh no, darl
ing,” Francesca stated firmly, waving her hand dramatically, “I am much more interested in you. After years of near celibacy, I have barely seen you this entire week.”
Alexander shrugged a shoulder but graced the Italian Domme with a knowing smile. “I’ve been kept busy this week, my dear Francesca,” he said smoothly. “My apologies if your duties here have increased.”
“The resort has been surprisingly drama free, which is a blessed relief. A few jealous moments between lovers and one scene that needed to be interrupted when the Dom went farther than his sub intended, but otherwise quite boring.” She gave a small chuckle. “Between you and Mr. Mancusi’s personal guest, I would be left to clear up any mess. So boring is good.”
“Yes, he does have his own distraction, doesn’t he,” Alexander mused, eying a redhead who was walking past. His thoughts immediately turned to the woman upstairs, still napping in their room, and his dick hardened at the thought of waking her up.
“Have you considered your future with the girl?”
Francesca’s question was the same he’d asked himself several times over the course of the week. “I have yet to bring it up with Kate,” he answered reluctantly, and the Domme’s eyebrows gathered.
“If you wish to keep her, the details will need to be discussed.” In a rare moment of feeling, Francesca reached out and took Alexander’s hand. “You are my friend, and I, more than most, know what you’ve been through these last few years. I do not wish to see you hurt again, but I also wish for you to live your life to the fullest.”
Surprised and touched by the normally hard woman’s candor, Alexander gave her a small smile. “I will do what I can,” he promised.
Francesca’s eyes drifted behind Alexander, and she cocked her head to the side. “Speak of the devil.”
Alexander turned to see Mr. Mancusi himself. Antonio, the resort owner’s right-hand man, broke off and headed toward Alexander and Francesca. His normally placid face was furrowed with concern. “We’ve had an issue in conference room fourteen.”
