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  Alexandra scooted her chair back and stood. Her eyes shone brightly but he couldn’t put a finger on the exact emotion he sensed there. When her lip kicked up at one corner his thought was mischievous. “We have a deal. Shall we shake on it?”

  When she laughed this time the sound reverberated straight to his groin. His cock twitched, becoming rigid with anticipation. “I’ve got an even better idea. Strip instead.

  Alexandra looked at Raith, trying to gauge whether he was serious or not. When he didn’t smile or laugh she feared the worst. He not only wanted her to strip right there in the glaring fluorescent light of the kitchen, from the look on his face, he expected it.

  While loosening the belt at her waist, she couldn’t help but ask. “What if your assistant comes back?” When her fingers finally managed to fumble the belt loose, she coiled it and sat it atop the table.

  Realizing that removing another article of clothing would leave her completely nude up top or nearly nude down below brought forth more anxiety. She really was going to have to see about wearing more.

  “Don’t worry about him, Xandra. If he comes back this early he’ll call as soon as he sees your car.”

  She hadn’t thought of that. It helped her nervousness a little but not by much. There really was no reason to be so unsure about taking her clothes off. It wasn’t as if she were in horrible shape or anything. She took care of herself after all.

  Looking at him, locking her gaze with his, Alexandra realized it had nothing to do with her body image and everything to do with the way he watched her. There was an intensity in the way his eyes caressed her, studied her every move, that was new to her.

  Men she had been with in the past had been the types who were so busy getting naked themselves, in such a hurry to screw they couldn’t be bothered with noticing the way she removed her clothes.

  She wasn’t exactly sure how she felt about Raith watching her but didn’t really suppose it mattered. After all, she had given herself to him agreeing to do as he wished. And right now, going only by the bulge beneath the zipper of his pants, he really wished for her to be sans clothes.

  The realization she liked the way he watched her gave Alexandra confidence she didn’t feel just mere seconds ago. Her fingers didn’t tremble as badly as she slipped her elastic waist skirt over her hips. When it fell to the floor she bent over to retrieve it. Folding it neatly she set it on the table beside her belt. She was now clad in only her tunic and a silky pair of high-cut bikini panties.

  Her pussy was already wet with desire, her insides quivering as thoughts of what he wanted to do scrambled through her mind. In desperate need, she slipped a hand down the outside front of her panties, testing the wetness there.

  She blushed furiously when he asked, “Are you ready for me, baby?”

  Hoping to take his mind off the question, she lifted the tunic-style top over her head. Since she wore no bra the movement left her small breasts completely devoid of clothing. Before he could question her again, Alexandra pushed her panties over her hips and down her legs. When she bent to grab them from the floor he stepped so close the top of her head made contact with his groin on her way back up.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

  His praise was exactly what she needed to hear. The trembling of her hands stopped as did all thoughts of being insecure while naked in front of him. Instead she felt empowered by the fact she was without clothes and a man as good looking as Raith found her attractive.

  His hands left a scorching trail of arousal as they touched her, moving over her heated flesh until Alexandra thought she might go crazy with desire. He pulled her so close their bodies melded together. When he reached between them she all but mewled her pleasure only to be disappointed when he did not touch her heated core.

  Instead he slapped at the insides of her thighs until she spread her legs. The wide stance was a little awkward and uncomfortable. Alexandra could feel the cool air as it sluiced across her sex, causing her to shiver. The position left her open and feeling vulnerable. Raith’s closeness made it seem as if she would fall over backwards if she didn’t bring her legs closer together but Alexandra didn’t dare.

  “Now, I want you to answer my question. Are you wet for me?”

  This time his voice didn’t coax. His tone had taken on a strict edge, one that brought forth many different emotions. Alexandra was confused by how such a subtle change could make her feel so different.

  “Yes. I’m wet for you.” So wet she was afraid of dripping onto the carpeted floor.

  Raith trailed his fingers up one thigh and then the other but never even got close to touching her where she most wanted to be touched. The sensations were driving her crazy with lust. Alexandra was to a point where she was going to jump him or hump his leg if he didn’t do something soon.

  “Show me.” His command brooked no argument. It also didn’t give her a clear idea of what he expected.

  Show him?

  Her mind whirled trying to think of how to show him. Would grabbing his hand and pressing it into her slick folds be acceptable? She didn’t think he would be overly enthused by her trying to control the situation in such a way but wasn’t really sure. What the hell did he want her to do?

  Alexandra was about to ask when an idea struck. Looking down between their bodies, she lowered her hand until it brushed his then continued until she was able to slide her fingers into the creamy wetness between her thighs.

  It felt so good she was tempted to keep her hand there, to keep her fingers buried in her folds, enjoying the pleasure until her hunger was sated enough that she once again felt as if she had a bit of control.

  When she looked back up at him, searching his brown eyes from beneath her lashes, she knew he would not be happy if she did so. Why pleasing him was high on her list of things to do Alexandra had no clue, but it was and so she decided to do the best job possible.

  With a groan of longing, she pulled her fingers from the moist heat of her pussy and held them up for him to inspect.

  “Such a good girl.” The change of tone, the meaning of his words, were like music to her ears, causing tingles to run along her spine. “Very wet indeed and just for me.” At the last Raith pulled her fingers into his mouth and sucked. Alexandra was surprised she didn’t climax then and there.

  “Oh God. Please touch me.” She couldn’t help it. Her body ached for his touch. She was crazy with the need to feel the full length of his cock buried deep inside her.

  “In time, Xandra. And I’ll do much more than just touch you.” Raith placed a hand on the small of her back and propelled her in front of him. “Walk slow and make it good, baby. I want to see a nice show.”

  Alexandra did as he bid, swaying her hips as she moved out of the kitchen and down the hall toward the master bedroom. She could feel his gaze on her, moving over her ass and back. Was he planning what the night would be like?

  When they reached the room Raith closed and locked the door behind them. Light shone from the adjoining bathroom, casting a soft glow across the room. He crossed the room to sit on a cushioned chair then snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him.

  His actions caused Alexandra to bristle but she did as told and sat on the floor directly in front of the chair he occupied.

  “How did it make you feel when I snapped my fingers at you?”

  Tilting her chin at a defiant angle, she answered honestly. “Confused.”

  “Why confused?”

  Did he really need for her to spell every little thing out? Sighing, she readied herself for a conversation that would not only be hard but would also more than likely douse her arousal.

  “My head didn’t like it but my body did. I’m not sure what to think of that.”

  “Okay. How about when I made you answer my question in the kitchen?”

  “Same thing. I felt confused.”

  “Tell me why.”

  “I don’t know how to explain it.” Without sounding like an idiot
, she finished silently.

  “Try.” There it was again. The subtle change in his tone that started her fight-or-flight mechanism preparing for one or the other.

  “When your voice changes like that I get nervous. I sort of feel like crying which is strange because I’m not a crier. I worry I’m irritating you. Makes me want to try even harder, although both times I also felt defensive.” He didn’t say a word when she stopped for a breath. “What confuses me most is even though I wanted to tell you no when you insisted I answer your question, I just couldn’t bring myself to.” She had a hard time looking at him when she continued. “It is almost as if doing something I had no desire to do, such as answering your question, aroused me as much as your touch, all because I knew it would please you.”

  Raith leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss against her lips. Her face was cradled in his hands, his eyes peering deep into hers. “That does sound confusing but believe it or not, pretty normal for new submissives.” He kissed her again. “I’m glad you’re interested in pleasing me, because even though I get a whole lot out of an erotic spanking, the other kind does very little for me.”

  “The other kind?” She was afraid to ask but too nosey not to.

  “The kind you get when you displease me.” With those ominous last words he released her face, stood and then offered his hand in order to help Alexandra to her feet.

  Chapter Five

  Raith watched Alexandra’s eyes widen at his words. He wasn’t sure if she had ever fantasized about being punished. He used the term lightly in this instance. Punishment scenes could be fun, but he believed strongly the real deal never should be. If their relationship extended past the night, he would make sure she understood his beliefs on the topic.

  In the meantime, he had a naked woman ready and waiting for him. “Go to the closet and bring out my toy bag, please.”

  He was relieved when she did as told without bestowing a title upon him the way so many newbies did. He had more than enough of people referring to him as sir, and as far as he was concerned, the term master had no place in his life.

  While she went for the bag, he moved across the room toward the bed. She brought the bag to him, settled it on the comforter then waited. Raith knew exactly how he wanted to play out their first session and only hoped she was up to it.

  When he pulled the collar and cuff set from the duffle she looked up to him, her eyes shining brightly. “Put your arms behind your back, baby.”

  She did so, the position causing an exaggerated curve of her spine which thrust her small breasts toward him. He buckled the collar around her neck, making sure it was comfortably loose, then started attaching the cuffs to her delicate wrists.

  “What if I can’t handle something you’re doing or just don’t like it? I read on the internet that I should have a safe word.”

  Raith could hear the nervousness in her voice. “Safe words don’t necessarily keep you safe, but they do have their place.” He spoke as he worked. “I expect you to tell me if you don’t like something or are unsure. If you feel more comfortable with a safe word as well then we’ll use the word red.” He buckled the second cuff, checking the tightness of both before rechecking the leather collar now circling her neck. “Does that work for you?”

  “Red.” She tested the word aloud. “Yes. Thank you.” Her voice still trembled slightly, but this time Raith figured it was as much from arousal as anxiety.

  Her erect nipples just begged for his touch. He couldn’t have held back to save his life so decided not to try. “I’ve been dying to taste these since I realized you weren’t wearing a bra today.”

  Bending low, Raith took one hard nub into his mouth and toyed with it to see what she liked. Alexandra moaned and writhed against him, trying to get closer. Her skin was warm and tasted like honey against his tongue. He loved how her flesh felt as it puckered to a tight point.

  When Raith set his teeth into the sensitive flesh of her nipple she hissed between her teeth then gasped.

  “Oh yes. Please!”

  He was about to let up when her breathy words reached his ears. Knowing she liked pain mixed with her pleasure skyrocketed his arousal to a point where every shiver and gasp from her was excitingly painful for him.

  Releasing her nipple, he backed away enough so he could search her face. “Would you like to try rope?” God, how he wanted her to say yes.

  Alexandra tilted her head. Her eyes were glassy with desire. The dark leather looked fucking hot against the pale skin of her neck. It was a look he wouldn’t mind seeing every single time they were alone. He might insist on it, actually.

  “What do you want to do with rope?”

  Raith liked that she was adventurous and wanted to try things but was also smart enough to ask questions first. He nudged her onto the bed until she was perched at the edge. “I thought binding your legs so I have all the access I could possibly want would be a nice start.”

  Her breath hitched slightly. “I’d like that.”

  “Good girl.”

  He moved across the room where he dug through one of his bags for the box of condoms he’d brought along for the trip. After removing a few of the foil squares, he set them on the bedside table and then went back to where Alexandra sat watching him.

  As far as he was concerned, he had on way too many clothes. Since her hands were otherwise occupied and she couldn’t help, he decided to give her a show while getting one in return.

  “Spread your legs as wide as you can for me.”

  She turned a very becoming shade of pink but did as he’d asked. While running his gaze over every inch of her body Raith began removing his clothes. He took his time but didn’t linger too long. He had things he wanted to do. Her gaze became hooded, her breath quick. He could see the glistening folds of her pussy clearly, and with every article he removed, she became wetter.

  “Please hurry, Raith.”

  “Have patience, Xandra. You’ll get everything you need and more, but only when I see fit to give it to you.”

  When he was completely nude, he turned to face her fully, stroking the length of his cock so she could see. Raith knew it teased her mercilessly and enjoyed watching her struggle with the leather binding her wrists.

  He moved close enough so if her hands had been free she could have stroked his length. It was a nice thought. Instead of continuing to struggle against her bindings, she surprised him by dipping her head and flicking her tongue over the head of his shaft.

  “Mmm nice, baby.”

  Raith helped her by holding his shaft still so she could take it fully between her lips. Her mouth was hot and wet and tightened to the point of sheer erotic bliss as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked him in deep.

  He helped her learn the rhythm he preferred by burying a hand in the back of her hair and pressing her head down repeatedly. She gagged then and attempted to pull away before settling in and allowing him to have his way. There was nothing quite like a good face fuck. He could hear and feel when she opened her mouth wide to accept him deeper and take a quick breath. Raith wasn’t sure where she’d learned to give head but he didn’t care. She was a natural-born cock sucker, and if he had anything to say about it, it was an experience they would be repeating often.

  “Enough.” A plopping sound filled the room as he pulled her from him. She giggled. It was an endearing sound.

  When she looked up at him it was with mascara-streaked eyes. Her lips were red and slightly swollen from his use of them. The look was by far one of his favorites.

  “Do you want me to lick your pretty pussy now or after I’ve finished tying you up?”

  His words seemed to startle her for a second. When she finally answered him the single word was low, husky. Excited. “After.”

  Raith went for the rope. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do more, taste her or tie her up. So he figured if he hurried he would certainly get the chance to do both in a short amount of time.

  “Lay back the best you can and put
your feet flat on the bed as close to your ass as you can.”

  While she did as he told her to, Raith collected two lengths of rope and began working on her legs. By the time he was finished, Alexandra was panting and writhing and begging him for release.

  Her calves were connected to her thighs by the rope, leaving her unable to do anything with her legs but not so tight she would be uncomfortable. Now for the hard part.

  “We’re going to turn you over.”

  “Turn me over?”

  Raith manipulated her body until Alexandra was up on her knees. She was fighting to find a comfortable position for her head.

  “Turn it to the side, baby.” He raked a hand down the curve of her ass. “And if your arms start hurting you let me know.”

  She tried to nod but must have realized the movement was nearly impossible and so said, “I will.”

  Alexandra wasn’t sure what she felt. Embarrassment and discomfort was part of it, but mixed in there was also the ever-increasing knowledge of arousal. She was so turned on by the bondage and her lack of control that waiting to see what he might do next was going to drive her crazy.

  A willingness—no, a need—to submit to Raith coursed through her veins at an alarming speed. It was a scary revelation knowing that if prompted she would be willing to do just about anything.

  The feel of his hand running along the small of her back, over the swell of her ass and then down the cleft was mesmerizing. She couldn’t see much from the way she was positioned with her ass high in the air. All Alexandra knew for sure was she was very glad there was not a mirror within her view. She could only imagine what she looked like.

  Wiggling in a way she hoped was enticing didn’t seem to help prod him into moving faster. He still touched her at his leisure instead of taking her in a rush of heated lust the way she had hoped.

  The mewling sound filling the room couldn’t be coming from her, could it? It really didn’t seem possible. Alexandra couldn’t seem to help herself. She wanted to feel the length of his cock buried inside her even more than she wanted to taste him again, which was saying a lot.