24
My heart pounds in my chest as I check my reflection in the full length mirror in my bedroom, my hands shaking with a mix of nerves and excitement as they brush over the lacy material that covers the most intimate parts of myself.
It’s the first time in so long I’ve felt even remotely sexy and as I take in my appearance. I’m surprised to find that I like the woman I see gazing back at me.
It’s empowering.
What I’m about to do is either the dumbest or the bravest thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve done my fair share of the former.
Will he like what he sees?
Will he be disgusted?
The questions of doubt continue to swirl but I do my best to shut them out of my mind.
My heart broke to find out it’s his birthday today and he said nothing. If his uncle hadn’t brought it up, I’m certain Alec would have carried on as normal without me ever knowing what today was.
Does he think he doesn’t deserve to celebrate his birthday? Whatever gave him that idea?
Alec deserves the world. He deserves to know how special he is, and hopefully after tonight, he’s going to see it. But tonight is not just about him, it’s about me. It’s about me taking control and going after what I want.
And I want him.
My chin trembles as I trace over the scar on my abdomen as it disappears under the waistband of my panties, and the image of that alone is enough to have me wanting to rip this entire outfit off my body and calling it a night.
But no.
I’m going to be bold, brave and beautiful, just like my dad told me before he died.
I’m going to go through with this if it kills me. Because if not now, if not tonight, when? Will I stay as this frightened broken girl forever?
No. Because I can’t think of anything more tragic.
I’ve been building up the courage to go through with this since we got back from Ray’s house. I’ve spent the past hour getting myself ready. I’ve scrubbed, shaved and moisturised every inch of my body. I’ve curled every lock of black hair on my head so that they fall in thick waves around my shoulders. My makeup is simple but sultry, my eyes lined in black and my lips stained the same shade of red as my lingerie.
Sliding on the silky robe, I tie it at my waist and tiptoe out of the room.
I cross the hall and hover outside his door. Nausea churns in my stomach as I turn the handle and quietly slip into his bedroom.
No turning back now.
His bedroom is bathed in a soft glow from the lamp beside the bed.
He’s lying on his side facing away from me, but as the door clicks shut, he stirs, his eyes searching through the darkness until they land on me.
His pulls himself up to sit. “Sierra? Are you alright?”
“I’m perfect.” Through the sound of blood rushing in my ears, I can hear the tremble in my voice, but I do my best to cover it.
I cross the room, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed. He’s shirtless, his dark hair mussed, but I’ve never seen it look sexier than it does right now.
Taking one last steadying breath, I untie the knot that holds my silky robe together with shaky hands and let it slip to the ground to land in a puddle at my feet.
“Jesus, fuck…” he groans, his eyes raking over every part of me, drinking me in like he can’t get enough of the sight, like he’s savouring it. “What’re you doing, princess?”
“I’m trying to be brave,” I say, but I can’t help clasping my hands protectively in front of me, covering my scar from his view as my body trembles.
He climbs out of bed and rounds the side, coming to a stop in front of me, wearing only a pair of black boxers that don’t hide the fact that he’s growing hard underneath.
My breath locks up when he takes my hands in both of his, pulling them away from my body so he can see all of me. “You never have to hide from me,” he says softly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re so beautiful, I know you don’t believe me, but it’s true. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Tears burn in my eyes and before I know it, I’m reaching up onto my toes and pressing my mouth to his. He tastes of peppermint, his musky scent wrapping around me like a blanket as I deepen the kiss, my tongue skimming the seam of his lips.
My hand finds the back of his neck as my tongue slips inside his mouth. Arousal heats my belly as he lets me control the kiss, taking it at my own pace.
“I want you,” I whisper against his lips.
“Are you sure about that? I don’t want to do anything to hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me, Alec. I trust you.” I seal my words with another kiss. I need him to know just how much I want this, how much I’ve always wanted this with him.
He breaks the kiss and slowly lowers himself to his kneel at my feet, his face directly in front of my lace-covered pussy.
“When did you buy these?” he asks softly, gazing up at me from where he’s kneeling, toying with the waistband of my panties.
“Why? Recognise them?” A smile tugs at my mouth. “That day in the store when I teased you about the lingerie set you were admiring. When you weren’t looking, I bought them. It was an impulse purchase, but all I can remember thinking was how there was only one man I’d ever want to see me wearing them.”
Heat flares in his eyes as his finger dips inside the waistband. “And what a vision you are wearing them, but I want them off. I want to taste you.”
My gasp comes out shaky, and Alec makes no move to remove my panties until I nod, giving him the go ahead. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and drags them down to the floor.
His hands skim up the back of my legs as his mouth finds my scar. He kisses the raised pink strip of skin there. He doesn’t think it’s hideous. To him, I’m beautiful, scars and all, and warmth settles the nerves swimming in my belly.
Lifting a leg and draping it over his shoulder, he dots kisses from the inside of my ankle all the way up to the apex of my thighs that I’m sure is soaked, the ache there building the closer his mouth gets to where I want him.
“Has anyone ate your pussy before?” he rasps.
His words have liquid heat coursing through me as I shake my head and I’m sure I catch a ghost of a smirk as he dives face first into my pussy. The move knocks me off balance and I grip his head to keep myself upright.
His tongue licks through the seam of my lips, parting me. The feeling is so foreign but so fucking good I could scream. He circles my clit, each flick of his tongue, each nip of his teeth has my pussy clenching, pleasure coursing through my core like lightning.
One of his hands squeezes my ass as a finger dips between my legs from behind, grazing through the wetness I know is building there.
While his mouth works my clit, his finger dips inside me, the combination of them both has me crying out in pleasure.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, and I don’t ever want it to end.
His mouth keeps up his beautiful assault on my clit, his finger sliding in and out of me with ease and soon enough, I go off like a bomb. My orgasm tears through me, my cries ripping up my throat as he lets me ride through my high against his mouth. My knees threaten to buckle but the hand on my thigh steadies me as I start to come down, my breaths coming in laboured pants.
He kisses his way up my body as he rises to his feet before claiming my mouth. I can taste my release on his lips, and I love it.
“I want you, Alec. Please.”
He cups my face, his eyes boring into mine. “Are you sure? I don’t want you rushing into this if you’re not ready.”
“I am ready. You’re what I want. I want you to erase them, all of them from my mind and my body. Make me yours and only yours.”
He bends to lift me and carries me to the bed, laying me down as his mouth finds mine again, but the second my eyes close, the feeling of his weight bearing down on me, my entire body locks up.
Alec pulls back, alarm in his gaze as he watches the tears leak from the corner of my eyes. “Princess?”
“When they took me, I… I was a virgin.” That last part comes out as a whisper.
His eyes widen. “Oh my God, Sierra…” He rests his forehead on mine and sighs. “We don’t have to do this, not tonight.”
He goes to climb off me but I grip the back of his neck, holding him to me. “I’ve never been with a man that I wanted before. I always figured I’d wait until I found the right man. I wanted that man to be you.” His features soften at my admission. “All I’ve known of sex is fear and violence and pain. Show me how it’s supposed to be, Alec. Show me how good it can feel.”
He looks torn, so I press my lips to his to show him I mean every word and something inside him snaps. He rolls us over until I’m straddling his waist, his hardness digging into my ass beneath his underwear. “If you feel uncomfortable for even a second, you tell me, okay?”
I nod. “I understand.”
“Good girl, now go into the top draw of the dresser and choose a tie.”
I go to ask him why, but instead I do as he says, picking out a tie from the draw and returning to my position on top of him.
He raises his arms over his head. “Now tie my wrists to the headboard, princess.”
Once his wrists are secured, I peer down at him and arousal shoots between my legs. He’s completely at my mercy. This strong, dominant man has made himself vulnerable for me.
“From here on out, you’re in control. Say the word ‘red’ if you’re uncomfortable and we’ll stop. I promise.”
I lean down to kiss him, letting my pussy graze his erection and he groans into my mouth, thrusting upwards into me.
Sitting up, I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting the straps fall from my shoulders. My nipples harden under his heated stare.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, princess,” he says softly as they drift over my bare chest. “I can’t wait to have those beautiful tits in my mouth.”
My pussy throbs so hard I’m certain he can feel it through his underwear, the steady thrum pounding in my eardrums as the thought of what we’re about to do consumes me.
I shimmy down the bed, gripping the waistband of his boxers and bringing them along with me, tugging them down his legs, his cock springing free.
My eyes widen as I take in every hard inch of him. Jesus, my imagination didn’t do him justice at all.
I have the sudden urge to lean down and take him into my mouth, to taste him, but there’s time for that. Right now, I need him inside me.
My heart is in my throat as I climb back over him, swinging my legs either side of his hips.
“Condom?” he asks.
“Don’t need one. I can’t get pregnant remember?” I hate how my stomach twists at the reminder. “I was tested in the hospital, I’m clean and I trust you.”
“I haven’t had sex in a long time, I never missed or wanted it until I met you.”
“Are you serious? How long?”
“Six years.”
My jaw drop open, his words have my stunned. Six years? How is that even possible?
It’s not until he clears his throat I realise I’ve been staring. “I don’t mean to hurry you, princess, but if you don’t get that pretty pussy on my dick in the next ten seconds, I’m going to explode.”
I gasp, my cheeks heating as a giggle slips out.
“You like me talking dirty, princess?” he smirks.
I nod. I don’t like it, I love it. Hearing his dirty words stir arousal inside me I never expected to feel. I never knew it would be something I enjoyed, but it’s something I could come to not be able to live without.
I take his cock in my hand, it’s warm and thick and I give it a gentle stroke that makes him hiss as I line him up with my entrance.
I hesitate as the tip slides in and my body freezes involuntarily.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he says, and my eyes snap to his. “It’s just you and me. I’m all yours and always will be.”
With his reassuring words ringing in my mind and his lustful gaze fixed on my eyes, I sink down, sliding over him with ease.
“Fuck,” he groans when he’s fully sheathed inside me, tugging at the restraints that bind his wrists to the bed.
I circle my hips as I rise up and slide back down slowly, revelling in the way he feels inside me, filling me up. Every shift of my hips has pleasure coursing through me, and after a couple of minutes, I find my rhythm.
With my hands on Alec’s shoulders for support, I grind my hips down on him, the angle allowing my clit to rub against his pubic bone, giving me the friction I need to find my release.
As I ride him, not once does Alec’s eyes stray from mine. It’s like he’s grounding me in the here and now, not allowing my mind to wander for even a second, and the intensity of our gaze has me clenching around him.
I sit up straight, reaching for my breasts that feel full and heavy in my hands as I bounce up and down on his cock, my core throbbing as the sound of our skin slapping together fills the room.
“Talk to me, I need more,” I pant, craving his dirty words.
His eyes darken. “Play with those tits, baby. Get those nipples nice and hard for me. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I squeeze my breasts, tugging on my hardened nipples, rolling them between my fingers, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure straight to my clit.
I cry out when I pinch them.
“That’s my good girl. You’re doing so well, princess.” Alec’s praise only spurs me on more, and with a hand on his thigh behind me, the other still teasing my breast, I begin to ride him harder, my muscles burning from exertion.
He groans. “Jesus, I want to touch you so bad right now.”
I want that too. I want to feel his hands on me, exploring all of me, so I reach above his head and pull his wrists free. “Touch me, Alec.”
In a split second, he reaches for my face and crashes his mouth to mine, his tongue gliding past my lips to tangle with my own.
“You feel fucking incredible, princess,” he mutters against my lips.
His hand comes to rest on my hip, squeezing gently as he moves me over him, thrusting his hips up into me to send him deeper inside me.
I roll us over so my back is against the mattress with Alec’s body between my legs.
He hovers above me. “Keep your focus on me, baby,” he says as he begins to thrust into me slow and deep.
He keeps a steady pace, one arm braced above my head on the pillow while the other grips my hip, hitting a spot inside me that sends tingles up my spine.
“Make me come, Alec,” I moan, bucking my hips to meet every thrust.
“Reach down and play with your clit. You always come before me.”
I do as he says, I reach between us and rub my clit with the pad of my finger while he works himself inside me, the sensations of both combined has my climax building faster.
“Oh God, Alec! I’m close,” I cry.
“Let go, princess,” he groans, his voice strained like he won’t be far behind me.
A few more strokes and I’m coming. My legs tighten around his waist as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, my walls clenching around him as I come harder than I ever thought possible.
It’s never ending, my body convulsing over and over as my orgasm wracks through me.
Alec comes a few moments later, his cock thickening inside me as he fills me with his release, a deep groan rumbles through his chest.
His movements still inside me, and I wrap my legs around him to hold him there, not wanting him to move.
I’m floating. Weightless.
I swear if Alec wasn’t on top of me right now I’d float through the ceiling and into the sky like a helium balloon.
I don’t think there’s a better feeling than how I’m feel right now. Sex with Alec was everything I always wanted and more.
He pulls me up so I’m sat straddling his lap, my front tight up against his. “You’re everything to me, princess, and I’m honoured that you chose me to share this moment with you. I’m most definitely going to hell for what we just did, but when I get there I’ll know it was worth every second.” He presses a delicate kiss to my lips.
“If you’re going to hell, then I’ll be right behind you, so long as you’re there to catch my fall.”
His arms tighten around my body and I melt into his touch. “I’ll always be there to catch you, princess. Always.”