Alice

I didn’t believe this could happen. I knew I was missing something. I didn’t figure out what this was until now. I see him, radiating as much tension as last night. Lenny rises from the bed and leads me to the master bathroom with a walk-in shower; it is massive. He turns the shower on and lets it heat up.

“You are going to wash me. Wash my shoulders, my chest. Take your time," he says as he steps in. The water cascades over us. “Use your hands, no cloth. Feel me while you clean me,” he says; the steam rises in the room.

I feel him watch me at every stage, and it's too late to leave by the look in his eyes. “Then my back, every scar, every mark tells a story. I want you to know them all.”

My hands travel along each story. I realise there is more to this man than his brute strength and dominance: his determination and his deep desire for me. I trace the sensitive marks on his back, which I've never seen before. Then around his chest. I see a small fresh mark, and I press lightly. There is something different in his eyes. It's darker, not pain but pleasure. I press again, and he grasps my wrist. I moan softly. His eyes go dark with need.

“Again,” he demands, placing my hand back to where it was. I press down and watch his expression change. “You like knowing that I feel things." He pulls me further in and kisses my forehead.

He lets go of my wrist, and I continue to wash his body. I press down with one hand. The other travels down the suds towards his hips under his navel and lower still. I see his eyes on me, ferocious fire behind them, as I reach him. His hand wraps around mine; he positions my hand around his cock and squeezes my grip on himself without a word. Then I feel it, the moment he begins to rise in my hand. It brings me such a rush of adrenaline. He slides me along his shaft slowly at first; his breathing becomes ragged as he guides me with deliberate pressure, controlling the pace.

“That’s it, just like that.” His other hand goes to the shower wall, and his knuckles turn white. His eyes close, and right now I see the vulnerable side of him falling under my touch, surrendering to me.

“Slower, make it last,” he demands. I flash back to what Jack said at the beach and wonder if Lenny saw that. I do exactly what is asked, my strokes slow and tight around him, the lather building. I can feel my own arousal rising. I lean closer towards his ear.

“You feel so hard in my small hand; I look forward to tasting you. Having my tongue wash over you.” I say, and I lick his ear a little. I feel him jut in my hand and moan in my ear with longing.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come just talking to me like that. Not yet, not in the shower,” he rubs his thumb over my cheek with devotion and intention in his eyes.

“Bedroom, now,” he commands. “I want you on your knees when you taste me.”

I leave the shower room and make my way to the bedroom. I wait, knowing he will be coming out soon. I have no clothes; I guess the nightdress will have to do. The minute I see him standing in the doorway. My heart pounds in my chest; I can feel myself tingling. His eyes are dark with hungry desire. I'm infatuated with his undiluted comfort with his body; my eyes trace every muscle all the way down. My breathing shifts.

“There’s that look, Alice,” he says as he walks to me, all ready for attention. “We will get clothes for you tomorrow.” He sits on the very edge of the bed. “But now, I want nothing between us. Show me what that beautiful mouth can do. Slut.” I gaze at him.

“Tell me what to do,” I whisper. I get down on my knees, and I open my mouth. His thumb brushes my bottom lip, and I hear his moan.

“Start slow. Just the tip, just a taste. Then take more of me into your mouth; rhythm matters. You do what feels right for you. If it’s too much at any point, you will tap my thigh twice. Everything stops immediately. Understand?”

His fingers spread through my hair as if to anchor himself. “This is about you learning me, trust, and we go at your pace.” I nod.

I move closer. I look in his eyes; I’ve never seen such anticipation in him before. My hot breath reaches his skin, and I see him move involuntarily.

My tongue slides out of my mouth and circles the tip. I hear a soft groan escape from him. Slowly I build up to take his all and I feel him sliding my hand along his cock.

“Use your hands for what won’t fit and twist along me occasionally.” He commands gently.

My hands grip him gently at the base and begin stroking along his wet cock. I am completely captivated by the way he feels and the sounds he makes. My body responds in a way that is so new to me. I can feel my desire between my legs growing, as is the need to make him proud of me. I feel him hold me still for a moment; he grips my hair, pressing me closer to the hilt each time, holding me there longer.

“Breathe through your nose and relax your throat, slut,” he commands, and I feel my stomach flip and my pussy pulse. His hips stay perfectly still; I feel him continue to slide me along deliberately, slowly allowing me to set the pace.

“That’s perfect, oh god!” I feel him shudder as he pulls me gradually deeper. I feel him unravel as he picks up the pace. I go deeper; I hear him groan, and he can't hold it anymore.

The sudden realisation: where is it all going to go? Passes through my mind. Will I be able to swallow it all? I look in his eyes; he looks like he is about to crumble, and I push myself deeper on him. He lies back on the bed.

“Swallow only what you can slut. I’m close. So, fucking close,” his voice sounds strained, desperate, raw, like nothing I have heard from him in the past. His free hand grips the sheet tightly. “You can pull away if you need to. But God, I want to fill that beautiful slutty mouth,” he says.

Lenny’s hips begin to move with small, fast thrusts. I relax everything in my throat, and I breathe through my nose. His grip tightens on my head as he pulls me back and forth with more vigour. I gag and gurgle each time until his speed increases as my hands grip his thighs. I lose myself in the rhythm. I moan all the way down, and I can feel his restraint is fading as he pulls me back again. Lenny comes undone and spills his salty release all the way back my throat. I feel more tears in my eyes, as every shred of pleasure rips through his body like fireworks.

“Fuck… You’re… Come here.” I move up on the bed, and I see his eyes are full of gratitude, devotion and awe. He pulls me into his knee; I’m sure he can feel the moisture between my legs on his thigh.

“You’re mine,” he says. I try to swallow it all, but a small amount escapes from my lips. He wipes my lip with care, still with the look of amazement in his eyes. “I want to bind you.” He says calmly, as if mentioning the weather. I know there's shock on my face. Is he joking?  

“I have lectures,” I say, while placing hair behind my ears. I should also catch up with Delilah. I think to myself.

“Call in late.”

My stomach flutters at the notion, and the binding has more than my heart racing. He places me back on the floor, stands and walks out of the room. I wait on my knees. I turn slightly and see him walking back in with my phone and two sets of leather cuffs.

“Make it happen,” he says, and I reach for my phone. I sift through many emails, and I find the one I'm looking for. Then I make them aware. I feel him watching; even standing naked, he holds such composure. I send a quick message to Delilah, letting her know that I am safe; what I get back from her is a few emojis and a thumbs-up. I see him still standing, waiting. I keep telling myself I want this, and the longer I stay, the more I know it to be true.

I raise my wrists. I see the spark in his eyes, and he lifts me from the ground. Guiding me to the top of the bed frame. He places a cuff on one wrist. The leather feels soft on my skin and more comfortable than I imagined. He does the same with the other wrist. And attaches them to the headboard.

“There, perfect. You remember your safe word,” he states as he steps back to take me all in, spread and bound there just for him. I see his chest rise and fall with deep, controlled breaths. I feel a cold shiver run through me, and my nipples begin to tighten under my nightdress. I nod my head. “Now you can’t touch me, can’t distract me from what I am about to do.”

I bite my lower lip, and I watch his rippling tattoos across his chest and shoulders as he moves, his eyes never leaving mine. “This is going to be different, Alice.” He positions himself between my thighs as I look up at him.

The moment of my immediate situation hits me hard. I am surrendering here, and he has me the way he wants me. I watch his face; he knows what just went through my head. I see him smile. “That’s right, you want this.”

I feel the weight of him on me; his hands cradle my face; his thumbs trace my cheekbones with tenderness. I’m burning inside with anticipation. “I’m going to take my time with you now. Every second counts.”

His mouth finds mine in an all-consuming passion. I’m lost in his mouth; his tongue dances with mine, and my mind is spinning. A moan escapes me, and he pulls away. I pull on the cuffs, wanting to pull him back towards me. “You’re going to feel everything, slut. No escape,” he says, and I feel myself get wetter. His lips begin to map every part of my body, and I can’t help but let a whimper escape me.

Lenny starts to unbutton my nightdress, taking his time from the top all the way down; I feel the heat from his hands. He peels the only barrier, and I become completely vulnerable in front of him. I have been here before, but this time has my soul screaming. I see fire in his eyes. His body goes still. Something primal flickers across his expression. He moves lower down, watching me the whole time. “That sound does things to me, slut.” He states as he settles between my thighs. His hand grips my hips, holding me in place as he enters me slowly, deliberately, sinking deep.

The pressure feels exquisite as my body accommodates him while I am bound and I can’t brace myself or control the pace. He pulls out and pushes back in deeper than before. Building a rhythm that is gentle but commanding. His forearms brace on the mattress, caging me in. His head is inches from me as he pursues his claim and breathes heavily in my ear.

“Fuck you feel incredible. This right here is what I have wanted, you here, exactly like this. Mine,” he groans. I hum in return. His pace quickens, controlled power behind every movement, deeper, sliding across those sweet spots I can’t believe I have. His hand moves to my throat, not squeezing, resting, reminding me he is the one in control; he is the one that I do belong to. “I’m going to fill you, slut, make you feel me for hours,” he whispers.

I watch him move his free hand to the headboard and use it as leverage, muscles straining right before my eyes. I can’t look away. His breathing becomes ragged; the intensity increases, and I feel myself getting closer to an edge. I wasn’t expecting it to return so soon. The pace becomes primal; he tightens on my throat as his hips drive into me with relentless precision. My head begins to burn.

“I’m going to come inside you slut. Then I am going to do it again. And again. Because claiming starts now,” he practically groans these words to me, and my body shudders at the pleasure right now and for the future. I moan so loud.

“I’m so close,” I whisper, tugging at the cuffs, and he finds my pulse point.

“Look at me, now!” he demands. I see him, all of him. “You are going to take all of me, just like that, take it,” he says while thrusting, chasing my climax we both desire.

“Come, slut, now,” he demands, his voice driving right through me, and I fall so fast off the cliff I've been coasting.

He watches and relishes every movement and moan of pleasure that I make as I unravel beneath him, for him. “Fuck,” he says as he buries deeper, groaning my name in my ear as he thrusts into me.

His hand releases my throat and cups my face with gentleness. I may be the one tied up, but I’ve never seen him so vulnerable, raw and entirely mine. I immediately start asking questions in my head. What if he wants to do more? What boundaries will he push? Is he going to make me come again? I look at him; I think he can read my face.

“We go at your pace. Not mine. Your body tells me when to stop; we stop. Understood?” I nod my head. “Tell me what you want,” he demands

“I want you to take me and talk dirty to me,” I request. I see his wide smile.

“You want me in control; good. That’s exactly what you’re going to get. You are going to come again when I tell you to and not before.”

He enters me still as hard as ever; I feel every wonderful inch. “You’re so fucking perfect like this; still trembling from the last one and ready for more,” he says as he takes my hips and takes what is his. I hear him groan at the fact I am dripping. His thrust becomes harder. “You are soaking for me, slut, that is what I want to see and love to feel and taste,” he says as a fact.

Oh, my lord, the feelings are divine. His hand slips between us, moving to my clit, working on me the same way his hips are moving; the pleasure is relentless. “You are going to come again. Right now. While I’m buried inside you. I own this, every drop, every orgasm, you are mine.” He states, and he delivers his all with a single-minded process, breaking me. I am so close to the edge, and I am going to explode.

“Oh, thank God,” I whisper. He turns my gaze towards him.

“Don’t thank god, thank me, slut!” he commands as the pressure continues to rise.

“Thank you, sir…thank you,” my voice wavers. He holds me in his sight; I know he wants to watch me break, unravel, become completely lost to him. I feel him quicken his pace on everything, and a few more moments, my body starts to tremble; I feel my legs tighten. I try to move my hands.

"Come!" he whispers as if it's a dare. I can't hold it anymore. I am lost to the sea of my own climax. My eyes open, watching the smile spread across his face at what he makes my body do for him. I break all over him, the pleasure so intense I can barely breathe. I lie on the bed, a twitching mess, and he cups my heat, and I moan softly. I see satisfaction all over his face as he feels every tremor my body makes. It’s in this moment I realise he didn’t come. He removes himself from me.

“Fuck, Alice, that’s incredible,” he says as he removes the cuffs. “I’ve got you. I will be back in a minute.” He whispers. I’m exhausted. Lenny goes to the bathroom, then returns with a warm cloth and starts washing my forehead, with care in his touch. Proving his complete devotion towards me.

I’m still trembling, and he pulls me closer to his chest. His warmth is one I never want to leave. My breathing begins to steady, and the outside world comes back into focus, and I hear the wind in the trees. I feel his heat “Rest now, Alice,” he says, and he pulls the duvet over us both. I drift in and out, listening to the sound of his heart.

I wake in his bed; it smells of him. He is nowhere to be seen. I roll over and reach for my phone. It's still the morning. Eleven thirty. I know I need to hand in that essay. I reluctantly peel myself from Lenny’s bed. I walk to the lounge in my birthday suit, looking for clues as to where he has gone. The air feels empty without him. Then in the corner, I see a box with a card.

I have business to attend to. I hope that these will suffice for the day. Sir.

A chill just went through me like electricity. I remove the dark green ribbon from the box, and I lift the lid. Inside, I find light blue transparent lace underwear with an intricate floral pattern. I lift them out, wondering how he knew my size. I slip into them. I know I have nothing to wear, and beggars can't be choosers. There's more tissue paper covering something else. I unwrap it, feeling slightly anxious at the prospect of a man clothing me. Then I see the most beautiful light blue floral corset dress with a ruffled design. It is stunning. Truly meant for more than being worn to college.

I put the dress on and find the tall mirror and snap a quick picture, knowing full well my nipples have been rubbing against the fresh lace and are at a noticeable peak. I don’t second-guess myself. I send the picture to Lenny. I grab my coat, slip on my shoes and leave the building, trying not to look at anyone on my way out. I can feel their eyes on me, and I wonder if they can tell what I did last night. Then I see Anna. She smiles. I pause and smile back.

“Anna?”

“Yes,” she says quietly, still looking around in her shifty way.

“Have you been working here long?” I see her expression relax massively.

“I have worked here for as long as I can remember; my brother insists on it,” she says, wiping the counter a little.

“Your brother?” I ask. Anna looks right at me.

“Lenny is my brother.” She states, and I feel like my face just flushed massively as the heat builds at the mention of his name. I can already feel that I am getting wet.

“Oh,” I muster; my heart continues to race. Does she know? I think.

“The dress looks good, Alice; it suits you.” I feel more flustered as time goes on. She knows my name.

“Thank you,” I say. I’m not going to be that girl who asks where the brother is. “I need to go, Anna. Have a wonderful day.”

“Thanks, same to you.”

I make the short walk back to the dorm, Delilah nowhere to be seen. I print out my essay and make my way to the lecture. I drop it in the pigeonhole and sit in the back of the hall, like I am in a trance. I can still smell him on my skin, and it's been stirring thoughts all day about what we have done, and I’m crossing my legs tightly to avoid the temptation. I’m becoming increasingly more frustrated as the afternoon carries on.

Chime!

Oh god, I look around; everyone is looking at me as if we were in a library. I swipe open the message. I turn down the volume.

“Very nice. Are you sated now slut?” 

“Goodness, this morning was wonderful, yet no, sir. I ache tremendously. I have felt the ache all day after this morning. I have done nothing about it.” 

“Relieve yourself now.”

The relief that comes along with permission is unbelievable, and I will take the next opportunity I can get. The anticipation and the ache grow. 

“Oh, Sir, yes. Thank you,” I reply swiftly. Just as I am about to place my phone in my bag, it chimes again.  

“Now!”

My heart jumps in my chest; it’s no longer only permission; it’s an instruction. My hands become clammy, my heart echoes in my ears. I move slowly off my seat with my bag. I sneak out the doors above the hall. I walk the corridor and head to the unisex facilities. I sit in the larger cubicle. I slide my hand between my legs. I feel the ache beginning to subside, and desire takes over. My body becomes its own battlefield. I entice as much pleasure as I can, thinking about everything he has done to me. Along with what I long for him to do. I feel the rise, and then I hear the footsteps.

I slow, so close to the edge that my breathing is fast. I cover my mouth with my other hand and close my eyes. Praying in my head: don’t come in, don’t come in. Oh fuck. I think. The footsteps pass by. I continue my efforts, becoming frustrated as I bring myself closer to bliss, only to hear laughter. Oh, dear god!

I slow again fuck, fuck. The noises fade, and I stand by the sink. My fingers dance as fast as they can; I need this. I want this. I’m so, so close. I keep moving over the sweetest spot. My climax comes hard, taking my mind to fireworks of bliss. My legs shake. I grip the sink as I lose myself in the euphoria. My breathing is broken as I remove my saturated hand. Turn on the tap and start to wash away my lust. Feeling so blissfully lost in a haze.

“Oh my god, sir, that was so rushed. I was in the bathroom and edged myself unintentionally many fucking times. Until I was grasping the sink during the moment of bliss. I thought I was going to fall. Thank you so fucking much. I feel so much better.”

I make my way out of the cubicle and head back to the dorm. Lie down on the bed.

Chime.

“Good.”

How can one word hold so much power over me? As I lie there, I can feel myself falling over. I let myself drift, feeling so blissfully lightheaded.  

I wake to my phone vibrating. Oh crap, I forgot to turn the volume back up. I swipe the phone.

“Come to me, slut.”

I glance at the time; thank goodness it was only ten minutes ago. My stomach flutters and my arousal peaks. He isn’t even in the room, and I want him. I need him.

“I’m on my way.”

The journey is short and uneventful. I still have the looks, but this time I think it's all about the dress. I keep walking, and I make it to the Juniper. I can already feel my body vibrating on a different frequency, with the unknown behind this door. Before I make it to the door, it opens; my stomach is in my throat. My heart is pounding in my chest. Then I see Anna step out; she looks wonderful. Completely different out of her uniform and in a lemon knee-length dress. As soon as she notices me. She smiles.

“Hi, Alice, going in?” Her smile just became wider.

“Yes, you look nice.”

“Thank you. I have a date,” she whispers. I smile.

“Who is the fortunate man?”

“His name is Nick.”

I smile and feel warm at the chance of this predicament. She was so forthcoming with her relationship with Lenny; however, I'm keeping my mouth shut about my brother.

“I hope you have a wonderful time.” And I move closer to the doorway.

“Oh, I plan to; you as well.”

“Thank you,” I say.

I move past her and walk towards the storage door, walking in and then through the second door. My whole body is aching, burning up; my mind is not completely my own, and it is most definitely not quiet. Scenarios run through me like the finest champagne, and then I see him. Everything falls from me like a dead weight, and I feel lighter. I walk towards him as if there is an invisible thread coaxing me forward, each step lighter than the last. I see him smiling. He strides forward, drink in hand.

“You look beautiful,” he says. Passing me a glass.

“Thank you, sir,” I say while looking at the glass. He lifts my chin to his gaze. His eyes have me mesmerised.

“You are welcome.”

“No, I mean thank you for the dress and the wine.” I take a sip of the sweetness.

“It was my pleasure. What would you like to do, Alice?” he asks. I think for a while. Knowing exactly what I want to ask for, but I don’t have the guts to do it. “Anything, Alice.” I look at him.

“What if it's not sexual?” I watch his face register the question and remain unchanged. He sips his drink and moves a hair away from my face to behind my ear. Does he know what his touch does to me? His voice?

“You can always say no. What is it you want to do?”

“What if I just want to watch a movie and eat junk?” I ask, still remembering the feeling of his hands on my skin. Still knowing I want more. My body is burning up for him, but I feel I will drown further if I ask. I watch his face, waiting for some form of disapproval. It doesn’t come.

“Then a movie and junk it will be,” he states as a fact as he takes my hand; my nerves disappear. We walk down a long corridor, and he opens the door on the right. His hand goes to my lower back, and I feel the sudden burst of arousal again. Without warning, I turn and kiss him right on the lips, our tongues tango together, and his hand on my back pulls me in towards him.

I can taste the wine on him; it only makes me want him more. I feel his arm tighten on me. I moan in his mouth and pull him as close as possible. His hand slides up my back towards my neck, and through my hair where he grips me tight. He allows me to break away from the kiss. He tilts my head to see him. He stirs so much inside me I crave him more than anything.

“Alice, I am a man of my word. If you say movie…it’s a movie. It won't change anything. Tell me what you really want.”

I look at him and around the room. Fitted like a home cinema, with a large round chair and a massive screen. Can I really ask?

“Alice.” The second time he has said my name and all it does is make me melt even further. There's only one thing I really want. I feel him watching me like he is unzipping my soul. I clear my throat and have a drink.

“I want you to make love to me.” The words catch in my throat like a bad taste. I watch him and start to think that this sentence should have been swallowed. His composure gives nothing away. I have another drink. Knowing it's too late to take it back. What was I thinking? he takes the glass from my hand and places it and his on a low table. Without a word, he takes me to the chair. Lenny picks up the remote and randomly selects a film.

“Please sit.” I do immediately; my body feels numb, and I’m truly lost, with my mind and stomach racing with the unknown of what is about to happen. Lenny sits beside me. The movie plays in the background, but all I hear is him; all I see is his eyes on me. His hand reaches around my neck. Pulling me close.

“Start removing my clothes,” he whispers.

My hands start shaking as I remove button by button. I'm nervous; why am I nervous? It's not like he hasn’t seen me break often. He kisses me, and it's so soft and tender. I feel him cradle my head as he starts kissing me down the side of my neck. Then I feel his hands deliberately move down my back, removing the ribbon that secures the dress. I finish with the buttons and remove his shirt. All the while, his breath on my neck raises my temperature. His heavy hand touches my shoulder and pulls the straps off my arms. The dress is pulled down to my waist. I take a deep breath when I hear him sigh at the sight of my aroused state behind the lace bra. The lingering glance makes my stomach flutter. I look down.

“Look at me,” he says in a soft tone. “Breathe for me,” he whispers.

His hands return to my waist, and I lift my hips; then he slides the dress from me, discarding it on the floor. I watch him stand; I remove his belt and then his trousers. My hands still trembling. I see him twitching behind his boxer shorts; it makes me want him more. I pull them down, freeing him.

Lenny climbs onto the large chair and moves me higher up; my head rests on a cushion. I feel kisses on my neck, and he works his way down my body with his hands, peeling my bra and fondling my pert nipples. My body arches towards him; I can hear my every breath in the thin air. With one hand, he gently pins my hands above my head as his lips and tongue tease and caress my breasts one at a time with unwavering control.

I feel his hand move lower still. Cupping my heat, I hear his deep groan in my ear, and I know he has discovered how ridiculously saturated I am. His hand feels so good there, I gasp for a breath as he slides his fingers through the waistband, his body pressed close to mine. He sucks each prominent nipple, while his fingers slide between my slick folds. Cold shivers run through me. Then I see the look in his eyes, full of yearning as he stirs me below him.

My hands are released as he makes his way down my body, his touch soft and tracing the side of my ribs. I close my eyes as the lace knickers are removed. I feel him blow on me. Then his warm lips linger as he kisses all the way along my inner legs. He moves to my warmth and begins to press in. My body jerks while his hands continuously roam my skin. My hands grip the sheets as he slides his hands under my legs. He pulls me onto his mouth; his tongue reaches so far inside me; I moan profusely, grasping at his head and the fabric. Then he hums, my clit feels like it's going through a pleasant earthquake. Whimpers escape me as I feel him dive deeper, swirling, licking and lapping up my all.

“Oh, god!”

My heart begins to race. His fingers roam my wet warmth; the heat is immeasurable. The pleasure is outstanding. He moves higher still, brushing his lips and tongue along my skin methodically, and the look in his eyes has me feeling like I am going to cry.

“I will stop if you want me to.”

“I don’t want that,” I muster, as he slides himself along my folds and I feel the heavens open the moment he enters me. My soul swells, and he kisses me. I melt further into him. Only him.

His thrusts are slow and steady. I feel him everywhere; I smell him in my soul; I breathe him like fresh air; I taste him as if he is a sin. The movements quicken; he reaches those special areas, only he has reached before. I moan into him, and his hand goes to my neck and grips tight. My hips rise and fall in time. His other hand finds mine and clasps it; I’m becoming lost in the pleasure. He kisses my neck, and I feel him breathing heavily in my ear. I am starting to fall into that transcendent haze.

His motions become slow and delicate, moving in deep strokes; I feel him completely. All thoughts apart from him fade into the background as we align. Everything in me begins to dissolve, the sound of his breath. The racing of my own breath as I emotionally surrender my vulnerability, a side of myself I’ve never shown anyone. The temperature in me begins to rise. My body slips into autopilot, and I squeeze his hand tighter. I can feel the pressure building; my legs begin to tremble. He pulls away from the kiss and looks me straight in the eye.  

“Stay with me,” he murmurs; I hear him deeply in my ear like a long-lost lullaby.

All my defences disintegrate, and I allow myself to fall, fall utterly. I feel my climax rise and rise until I lose everything to him. He continues to move throughout my involuntary spasms as moans fill the air. My fingers frantically grasp at his back. His hips continue their unwavering pace, and I feel him tense, and he groans in my ear. “You are perfect.” He whispers as he withdraws; he slides beside me and pulls over a white blanket and covers us both. His hands continue to hold me in this space. We watch the remainder of the movie, and I know I am fighting sleep.

Lenny

I lie here beside her, not knowing if this truly is a dream or if this is the beginning of hell for me. Alice finally surrendered to sleep, and now I am here holding her so tightly. I fear it could all be gone tomorrow. I feel the rise and fall of her calm breaths; it brings me such comfort. My hands on her ribs.

It’s now three in the morning, and my phone vibrates; I check it. The message is from Harlan: the situation has been handled. I silence my phone and set it down. I watch her peaceful, unworried face. I glance out the window and see the calm outside, knowing that for now the turmoil has been put on hold; a message has been sent and, for now, understood. Finally, my eyes start to close.

When she opens her eyes, the first thing she sees is me, and the smile that breaks across her face makes me so happy. I feel like there is a vice around my heart.

“Morning, Alice. Sleep alright?” I ask, even though I was up watching her for the majority of the night. I brush her cheek with my thumb. I know she slept well; I want to hear her voice. Again, I check over her expression for signs of regret.

“I slept very well; what about you?” she asks.

“I didn’t sleep very much; I didn’t want to miss a second of this,” I say as I roll slightly in the large velvet chair and pull her closer. “Some business was handled last night. Harlan took care of it. Would you like breakfast?” I ask; I already know that she is hungry.

“I’m starving,” she says. I leave the chair and grab the nearest sweatpants. I stretch out my hand; she takes it. I lead her to the cupboard. Then I pass her a blue dress and the silk robe. I watch, captivated as she slips these on.  We walk to the kitchen; I can't stop looking at her.

“What do you fancy? Eggs? Pancakes?” I ask. I see that she may be a bit hungrier than this, and I start pulling ingredients out of the pantry. “I make a mean omelette, Alice,” I state.

“I could go for an omelette, but I don’t want to be too much trouble,” she says. What is she talking about?

“Too much trouble?” I ask while looking in her eyes. “You’re not trouble, Alice; you are mine, and I take care of what’s mine.” I walk to her and close the distance between us. I can feel her heat from here; my hand moves hair behind her ears. I tilt her chin to my eyes. “An omelette is nothing. I would burn this whole building down if you asked.

I make my way back to the stove, and I start cracking the eggs. “Sit. Watch me cook for you.” I follow all the steps for making the cheese omelette and decide to fuck it; the bacon is going in.

“I didn’t know that you could cook,” she says as I add some peppers to the pan, and I turn to her sitting so well on the stool, waiting patiently.

“There is a lot that you don’t know about me, Alice.” I flip the omelette; I see her surprise at my ease in the kitchen. “I’ve had time to learn things, cook, plan, completely figure out what I wanted.” I slide the omelette onto the plate in front of her. She smiles, and I hand her the fork. “You’re going to discover plenty about me, Alice, and now we have the time.”

I lean on the countertop and watch her take the first mouthful. I see her eyes melt, instant approval of my culinary skills. I feel like I have just won a private victory.

“This is delicious. Thank you. Are you having any?” she asks as she places another forkful into her mouth.

“I have already eaten, hours ago while you were sleeping.” I can’t help myself when I see a small crumb of food at the corner of her mouth, and I move it with my thumb. She leans into my touch. God, how I adore that.

“I need to meet with Harlan today. However, I like watching you eat more than eating for myself.” I watch her finish her meal, and I move the plate to the sink.

“Will Harlan be coming here?”

“No, he will be handling things in the city; he won’t be here at this time. The beach is beautiful. You can walk the perimeter, but you don’t leave the property without telling me. Clear.” It’s not a question. I need to keep her as safe as possible. I move closer and hold her hand.

“Yes.” She says I see her smile.

“Good, pain anywhere?” I ask, and I see her flinch just a little at the question. “Be honest with me, Alice; I need to know you are alright.” I trace slow circles on her back, and I wait patiently for my answer. I have all the time in the world for her. I see a spark in her eyes.

“I’m really good, I promise. I still can’t believe it,” she says quietly. I tighten my grip on her figure, warm, soft. I bring her in and rest my head on hers, and I breathe her in, all of her.

“You have me, Alice. All of me.” My voice low and rough with conviction as I lift her gaze to mine. “I’m not letting you go, not for your brother, not for anyone.” My lips find hers, and I claim them as my own, deliberately slow and sensual. A promise with touch and taste rather than words. “You’re stuck with me now, Alice.” I watch the smile on her face widen. “Come on, we’re going for a walk. I want to show you a few things,” I say quietly.

From the looks of it, I can see she has chosen to forego the underwear, which makes my cock jut in my shorts as I trace the rest of her. “Fuck, Alice, you look good in blue.”  I take her hand in mine. “Come on then.”

I lead us out the door towards the beach. I watch her expression change when she sees the view of the mountains from this angle and that the spot we are in is surrounded by forest, completely secluded from noise. “This is mine, was mine, and now it is ours, all ours,” I explain. I squeeze her hand a little tighter as we walk down the small wooden path leading to the sand. We keep walking, and I notice that her gaze moves towards the smoke from a hut. But she doesn’t ask the question.

“You don’t have to do that for me,” she says. I can tell she is overcome with something she doesn’t understand.

“You still don’t get it. Do you?” I ask, and she looks up at me with curious eyes. “Alice, you are not alone; you are owned.” And I kiss her on the forehead.

Alice

The moment I feel the word seep deeper into my soul, I know it is true. I finally found what I was looking for. That's not right, I think to myself; he found me. And this is only the beginning.

Oh Sir!