Chapter 10
Julianna
My body’s been warring with me for the past five hours since Alessa was in my office looking like the prettiest thing to ever grace my presence. She then dared to return after I got off work, dressed in this curve-hugging dress that inspires me to rip it off and fuck her hard.
Hard. I want in her, pursuing her deepest crevices, unleashing everything I’ve built up inside of me like we’re two wild animals who can’t control themselves.
What am I supposed to think? When she told me that she was a virgin – when I experienced how damn good she felt, looked, and sounded when we had sex – my brain went in a different direction.
This is it. This is my chance to take a sweet spring bud and coax her to bloom into the most pristine, most exotic flower I could ever ask to have in my garden. Even women in my station don’t have many opportunities like this. There aren’t many out there who get our blood roaring and volunteer to be molded into the perfect lovers. Hmph. Not even gender is part of the equation. Even with as much money as I have… you might be surprised to know that few willingly volunteer to become our dolls.
I know what I want from a girlfriend. In the bedroom, out of it… so many of my previous lovers promised to offer me those things, but in the end, their baggage halted our progress. How could I pass up an opportunity like this?
Alessa is my untouched bloom. She’s willing to learn, willing to forage through the world of sex and relationships, and willing to let me be the one who opens her mind – and legs.
If I thought she was delectable before I knew this about her, she only turns me into a ravenous wolf now.
So many ways to take her… so many ways to blow her mind and make her remember me for the rest of her life.
No wonder I can’t keep my hands off her back on the way to my penthouse.
My driver knows better than to intrude. The partition is up in my limo, and he won’t say a thing unless there’s an emergency. I’ve had plenty of women in the back of my limo with me, and perhaps I’ll have plenty more. But right now, Alessa Penrose has me so wound up and I refuse to do anything but kiss her and rub her tender skin through her underwear. She’s hot. Wet. Gasping for more. My fingers, my toys, anything. I want to give them all to her.
But it’s a short drive home. Besides, there’s plenty of privacy in my penthouse. The cleaners and my chef are long gone. Security will be out in the main hall and riding up and down in my personal elevator, but they won’t disturb me in my actual home. Which is good, because I have a long night planned for sweet, virginal Alessa.
When do I get to stop calling her virginal? I don’t want to think about it.
One thing at a time. Like in business dealings, it’s best to have things to look forward to and further negotiate as we seal the deal.
My penthouse overlooks the Willamette River, not that you can tell with all the lights off. I keep them off until we get to my room, which I’ve half-hauled Alessa to because she’s not walking in those heels fast enough. Her wrist is delicate in my hand, and the way she bites her lip is exquisite. The more I look at her mouth, the more I want to kiss it again. And the more I want her to start doing things with it.
Sweet hell, my body is shaking as if I’ve already slammed a vibrator on my stomach. Does Alessa know she does this to me? Do women like her realize the power, the potential they have inside of them to completely make me come unhinged? All she had to do was show the hell up. Walk into the room. Flip her hair when it broached her line of sight. Cock her waist to the side, distributing the weight of her luscious, hypnotic hips.
Good hell do I want her ass on my bed right now. I want her legs spread. I want her pussy out. I want her breasts in my face as I fuck her with everything I’ve got. Do you understand me? I want everything I have in my toy chest in Alessa Penrose. I want to know that I’m the only woman who has ever done this, the only one who gets to do this.
For the rest of her life. Yes, that’s the fantasy.
“Sit.” I speak as if she’s a kinky pet in training. She’s been far from disobedient, though. Oh, but wouldn’t I love to see that side of her? The side of Alessa who goes out of her way to be disobedient so I can give her my punishment? Her ass begs me to spank it every time I look at it.
She sits.
She’s waiting for me to act. To push her down and fuck her until we’re both coming in torrential waves of pleasure. To tell her to take off her clothes and touch herself. To kiss my cunt until she learns what my feminine power truly tastes like.
Yes. That one.
I want my pussy in her face. I want to feel her breaths on my slit and the tip of her tongue on my clit. That’s how I want to show her the most erotic side of my pleasure. There will be no other playing until I taste myself in her mouth.
“Hands flat on the bed.”
She obeys so well. Between tonight and Friday, I’m almost inclined to believe she’s a natural submissive. That would be too good to be true. Too. Good.
I will assume she obeys because she doesn’t know what else to do. And because she wants to keep me pleased, because this relationship is very beneficial to her. Not because she gets off on me ordering her around.
Her hair is so gorgeous. Long, full, and an evocative brown that has to be natural. I want to grab it. I want it to shroud her pretty face. I want her to tie it back so it no longer taunts me, so it doesn’t get in between the way we have sex.
Stop. Thinking. About. Her. Hair.
My hands caress both sides of her face, my thumb dipping between her red lips. They didn’t look like this Friday night. Whoever did her makeup today needs a raise. I’ll see to it.
Her eyes flutter shut. My touch awakens her, flushes her cheeks, and makes her skin burn hot enough to scald my hands. How does the rest of her feel? How warm is that breath?
“Tell me you want me, Alessa.” I love saying her name. A–less–a. So beautiful. So feminine. So satisfying to let hiss from my teeth. “Tell me you need me tonight.”
Those lovely eyes look up at me, full of adoration. It can’t be an act. She’s not experienced enough for this to be an act.
“I need you, Julianna.”
I wasn’t expecting her to say my name. It’s so personal. For a moment, one of my hardened heartstrings practically sings. A touch of heat embers in my heart.
“I want you, madam.”
That brings me back to what I wanted tonight. “You want my body?”
Something glitters in her eyes. It’s hard to tell in the darkness, but I think they’ve glazed over. She’s either thinking about what I can do or escaping to some other realm. “If it wants me.”
Damn it all to hell. I’m weak.
Her mouth stays slightly parted as I consider taking off half my clothes and commanding her to touch me. To kiss me until I come undone. To be mine. But the thought doesn’t last long.
I slip my fingers from her lips down to her neck, trailing around the soft skin. Her pulse thrums against my fingertips.
My mouth is next to her ear as I speak again. My voice is low, almost a growl. A predator's purr.
"Tell me who you belong to."
She freezes under my touch. That same delicious shiver runs through her entire body. If I could get her like this with words alone...
"You."
I tighten my grip on the back of her neck, enough to make her whimper.
“You’re going to pleasure me,” I tell her. “You can use one hand. The other better be touching yourself.”
I need the image. I need to see how Alessa touches herself, so I know how to touch her. It’s the only way to learn about a new lover.
Besides, I get off on telling her what to do, on exhibiting this display of prowess and power. I’m one of those bitches, and I don’t have an ounce of shame admitting it.
“Yes, ma’am.” Her whisper is far from pitiful. And, I hate to say it because it jerks me from my fantasy, her hand knows exactly how to ascend beneath my dress and rub the place that I refused to cover with tights tonight. I’d rather go cold than restrict her access to my body.
Her hand gently rubs me between the legs. The slightest contact makes me sigh and want more. More friction. More pressure. More her.
My hips start moving on their own accord, wanting nothing more than to be closer to her hand, even with my underwear in the way. But I stop myself before my desire overwhelms me.
I release my grip on her neck.
“Take your time,” I say through gritted teeth. This is a test for me as much as it is for her. Can I keep my cool? Can I resist fucking her fingers and rubbing my pussy on her lips before she takes that turn on her own? I don’t want to do too much, too fast.
Take. My. Time.
I guide her hand back beneath my skirt and Alessa takes the hint.
She slides her palm from one thigh to the next, taking care not to miss a single millimeter of skin. It drives me crazy. Then her fingers curl under my lingerie. Her fingernail grazes my clit.
God, I want to kiss her. Or bite her. Anything to make her scream her want for me.
Alessa's fingertips run along the length of my slit. They're coated in my arousal by the time she reaches my clit again. She rubs it in slow circles.
I can't help but let out a quiet moan. It encourages her. The circles she draws get tighter and faster until—
“How’s that?” Her tone implores me to give her praise.
“Good.” Almost too good. I don’t have to tell her what to do or give her pointers.
I can’t help it. I have to ask. But I’m still somewhat in a sane frame of mind to make sure I don’t offend her – the last thing I want to do when someone has her nails near my most vulnerable body parts is offend her.
“You’ve done this before, haven’t you, Alessa?”
Her hand falters and rests against my thigh. I keep my legs open, my skirt hiked up around my waist. I don’t care how I look. I just want an answer.
“Do you want me to lie?”
“Never lie to me, Alessa. You won’t be in trouble if you tell me the truth about your experiences before me.” I force back a laugh. “Or your lack thereof.”