My mind is a bit of a blur right now. It is him; my body simmers and aches in more places than I thought were possible. My heart is racing, and it's taking every ounce of my concentration to control my breathing. I continue to watch him talk with Anna. They look like they are having a calm discussion, with a lot of agreeing on her part. Is this the way things go for him? Women agreeing wholeheartedly to everything he says. Anna comes back over with three burgers, chips and the drinks.

“Anna, I’m sorry, but I ordered the salad,” I say softly. Anna smiles.

“Yes, I know the salad is on its way; this is a freebie.” She states with a little nervous laugh.

“Why?” I ask, looking towards the bar, and Lenny is nowhere to be seen. Anna looks nervous, fiddling with her apron ties as she glances around the room.

“Well, your table was the one that ordered the one hundredth burger today, so free burger, free chips. I’ll be back with the salad soon,” she says in a rushed manner. Then speeds away as her life depends on not being interrogated. I eat my burger somewhat distracted, and the conversation is light.

“Are you going to the Burren Ball?” Craig asks. My mouthful of burger sauce oozes out the corner of my lips. Craig gathers his napkins and wipes my face. My eyes immediately drift towards the bar. Lenny is not there. Chime! I jump out of my skin and finish cleaning my face myself. I reach in my bag and swipe the phone.

“I don’t think so,” I say calmly.

“Don’t let him touch you!” My thumbs swipe the letters fast.

“I’m not going to be rude. Sir,” I place my phone back in the bag. Craig looks at Nick, who nods in my direction.

“So, what do you do in your spare time, Alice?” he questions. Anna brings the salad to the table.

“Thank you, Anna.” I turn to Craig. “I like to write romantic stories,” I say.

“I could tell you a thing or two to make them sizzle,” he states with a smile. I smile back. “We could have a game night at your brothers', and I could tell you many a tale,” he says calmly. I have to admit I am curious, and I have an itch and an ache. Chime! I rummage in my bag. Swipe my screen and ignore the looks my brother is casting my way.

“Say no!”

I place the phone on the table. I turn to Craig, smiling. I take a drink and eat more. I like this side of Lenny. I am far too tempted to see what will come next, and before I can resist, my mouth opens.

“Sounds good,” I whisper. Then I lean for the sauce just as Craig reaches for the sauce at the same time; his hand brushes past my obviously taught nipple. I gasp and sit myself back down. A glance at the bar and I see him, even from this distance. Dangerous eyes stare, with that expression exposing perfectly what words could not with the merest flicker. He looks down.

“I knew you two would get along,” Nick says, eating more of his burger, gloating at his apparent matchmaking skills.

“Storage room now!” A chill just went up my spine, and I can’t tell if it is excitement or nerves.

“I need the bathroom,” I say, then place my phone back in the bag and walk to the door marked storage. My hands and feet tremble with every step. I enter the storage room; the door is shut. Dim light shines through from a window above. I can smell the arousal in the atmosphere, mine. Around me, there are piles of boxes, tall metal storage shelves, a mop and bucket in the corner and a door at the far end. I start to walk toward the door, curiosity getting the better of me, and I reach for the handle. I hear the door behind me open.

Lenny stands before me with a serious, composed expression, watching. My blood feels frozen. Do I talk? Do I kneel? He looks me up and down; I can feel myself becoming more aroused by the second. How can he hold that much power without talking? I question myself. I question my body’s reaction.

“I…” I whisper. He raises a hand. Then rolls up the sleeves of his white shirt. I’m completely captivated by him. His eyes don’t leave me.

“Come here,” his deep, gentle yet commanding voice has me walking towards him on autopilot. “Turn, bend, and hold the shelf. Tell me your safe word.” He demands softly. I turn and grip onto a lower shelf so I can bend. A wave of heat tingles through me.

“Yellow, sir,” I whisper, without another word. I feel the hem of my dress being pulled gently above my knees, slowly, over my hips, and my lack of underwear fully on display. A small, warm caress on my skin has my insides singing. Having his hands on me feels like it did before. I know what is coming: the discipline for being disobedient. Something surreal is bubbling inside me, and it isn’t fear. His hand retracts. Then I feel it: the first swift sting to my derriere. A gasp escapes me as the deep sting of heat spreads. A second contact, my hands grip the shelf, my knuckles turn white.

The fire spreads more. I feel myself getting wetter, as my body betrays me. Again, to him, I hear him groan and instantly feel another swift slap. Oh god. I think to myself; the sting travels through me like lightning. My head rests on my arms, and I wait, bracing myself for another while biting my lip. Instead, I feel his hand grasp my nape and pull me up to stand, moving me towards the door, his hand gently on my throat. My pulse is beating like a determined drum.

“I am pleased you obeyed the underwear instruction, Alice,” he says as if nothing just happened, as if my body didn’t weep at the fact of the punishment, as if he never noticed exactly how turned on I have become. All I can do is look in his eyes and try to come to terms with the fact I may want that again. I watch him smile. His hand slips lower. “Hold the handle and don’t let go.” Lenny’s hand goes lower still, and I feel him at my wet warmth. Fingers gently begin to massage all the right spots.

His touch begins to make me dissolve before him. Moving with the same precision as the night before. I shake, and believe I am going to lose control. Lenny dips in and out while circling my clit. It feels absolutely wonderful. I grip the door as my life depends on it. While my other hand frantically grips his shirt, pulling him closer. I feel myself succumbing to the sweet surrender. I’m so close my legs are vibrating with every blessing his fingers bestow upon my feverish yearning skin, which is wavering on the edge of collapse. I feel the door handle twist from the other side.

“Oh god,” I whisper, a tremble in my voice. Right in Lenny’s ear.

“Alice?” Nick questions. Lenny takes the opportunity to watch my eyes with an unspoken fire. I moan.

“Tell him you are fine,” he whispers calmly.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I say through gasped breaths. I hear Nick leave the door. Lenny continues his efforts flawlessly. My body is already attention-addicted; my hips move towards his touch.

“I’m gonna cum.” I whisper through ragged breaths.

“No, you’re not, Alice. You let him touch you in front of me; are you a slut?” he says deeply and withdraws all attention, and I am absolutely aching beyond comprehension. And absolutely soaked.

“No, sir,” I say quietly.

“You’re wrong; you are now my slut, and you come when I say so from now on,” he says, his eyes now level with mine. His pupils dilate. My whole body feels like it has travelled through a realm of static, and every breath feels like a risk I’m willing to take. I watch him as he removes a cotton napkin from his pocket; with it he cups my womanhood, and I moan, longing for more. He moves only slightly, drying everything. The napkin comes to his face; I turn away. His hand clasps my chin, and I'm locked in his eyes. Lenny brings the napkin to his nose and lets out a pleasurable groan. No one has ever done that before. I know that has made me tingle again. I know he can tell. He leans in “I am going to take immense pleasure in tasting you, Alice. Now go and finish your burger.” his words make my hair stand on end.

“I will,” I say quietly. His grip tightens a little, and he cocks his head. Oh shit! I think, “Sir.” I say more as a gasp. He slides the napkin into his pocket; he increases the space, the void suddenly feeling so wrong.

“You can go. I will message later.” He states. I turn to nod, and I see him licking his fingers; my stomach drops. I twist the handle and scarper, furniture crawling practically to the booth. I sit, and Nick looks at me.

“You alright?” I must be flushed. I nod my head. Even though my ass stings a bit and I'm still weeping arousal.

“I’m fine; turns out that was not the bathroom. I'm good; it’s just hot, you know?” I take a drink, eat some burger and salad, and watch Lenny from afar. Nick finishes his food first, then Craig. I finish every last drop of my food. I drink my water and lime. Out of the corner of my eye, I feel the unmistakable presence. My hair stands on end, and I’m calm all at once. Then he talks.

“Everything I trust was satisfactory today?” he glances at the guys. They nod. “You miss? Satisfied?” his tone is sharp and suggestive; water escapes my mouth and dribbles down my chin. Lenny whips out the napkin so fast, I look up at him and see him smile. I look at Nick as if he could help in this situation. Then back to Lenny.

“Alice, take the napkin,” Nick says. My breathing changes. I reach for it, and our hands meet, fuck, I think as I take the napkin and wipe my face with my own musky essence rising into my nostrils. Now I am so turned on. I can hardly think straight. “Alice, say thank you and hand the napkin back.”

“Thank you, s…” I start to say and see his eyes widen, “sweetly; you are too kind; the meal was lovely.” I feel my heartbeat is blinking

“I need to leave and have a shower and help Delilah get ready for her dance,” I say abruptly. I stand, grab my bag, and leave without looking behind me.

I get back to the dorm and talk with Delilah about simple pleasantries, as she prepares to go to the Burren Ball. She looks beautiful. I know she is hoping that Harlan will be there. And truth be told, the way they look at each other. They would be the perfect couple if they did get together. Delilah heads out, and I tell her to have a good time. I go for a shower. I wash quickly. I am so glad today is almost over; I can rest. I towel-dry my hair, slip on my silky white night dress, click on the kettle, grab the laptop and start typing one of my almost-overdue essays. I'm twenty minutes in, feeling very good about my analysis of human behaviour and sociology. The nature vs nurture debate on life. One thousand words in half an hour is not too shabby. I sip my tea. Shut the screen and lean my head back on the wall. My phone flashes in the corner. Panic sets in.

“Shit, I need to charge it,” I mutter before pulling the cable from the wall and plugging it in. It's turned itself off, oh no! I saw the message, but it wasn’t long enough. I push the button repeatedly in a bid to have it turn on quickly. Finally, the welcome sign flashes, and then I see I have two messages.

“Come to the Juniper, slut.” I take a breath sharply; that was forty minutes ago when I was in the shower. My temperature rises. “I’m an extraordinarily patient man; tell me when you are on your way.”

“I need to dress; I'm not appropriate, sir.”

“Come as you are.” his message has my mind swirling; could I do it? Walk the street to the Juniper in my night dress. After lunch, the discipline I'm not sure I could handle that again right now. I understand it would be another salacious sting to my ass and an edging. I couldn't cope; I have the strong urge to come. Against my better judgement, I type.

“I’ll be leaving soon, sir.”

I arrive in my long overcoat, covering my impulsive behaviour of the night; it's late. The majority of the town is at the Burren Ball, and here I am about to hand myself over on a platter, again.

I reach the doors, and immediately they open before I touch the handle. There he is standing in joggy bottoms, bare tattooed chest to the world. He holds one palm open, encouraging me to enter. I do, and he takes me by the small of my back and leads me to the storage room. Then through the door at the back. Once inside, I see a large apartment, white all around, everything neatly in its place. The fire in the corner is lit, and there are blankets and throws all over the floor.

A bucket with ice and blue echo falls at the side, accompanied by two glasses. I hear the door close behind me. Then I feel his hands reach around my waist and his lips lavish my neck with kisses. My stomach has been spinning since the moment I saw him at the door. And there is a tremor in my hands. He opens my coat and peels it from my body with the utmost care. I hear him sigh as he sees my nightwear. My coat is discarded over a rack; Lenny then comes closer toward me. My insides are going crazy. He hasn’t even said a word, and I wonder if his mind is racing just as mine is. His hand reaches for my neck, and I stand there like Bambi in the headlights. My breath catches in my throat.

“You are a vision, Alice. Come, let’s sit near the fire,” his tone so calm, like any other time. The crisp heat in the air builds my desires, like the strong, warm hand on my lower back, urging me over to the blankets. I stand still. Watching the fire. “Please sit,” he requests. Before I know it, my body starts to sit cross-legged on the floor as if he hasn’t already seen every inch of me. Lenny kneels and opens the wine. He fills the two glasses and passes one to me. I reach out my hand, and our fingers touch. It sends a familiar, powerful sensation through my body. Already I am reacting in a way I don’t control. I sip the drink. This time is different with him; it’s still intense. But his demeanour has changed slightly. I start to feel the tingling below and wonder if he can tell.

“Thank you, sir,” I say quietly. I see him watching me intently.

“You’re nervous,” he states as a matter of fact, then takes a drink as I drink more.

“Absolutely, sir,” I say as my stomach spins more while I can’t stop glancing between his eyes and the fire. He leans in, clasps my neck and kisses me on the lips, the first kiss. Our tongues dance together while my heart pounds hard in my chest. The anxiety that I feel transforms into utter need. His hands travel along my body, cupping my breasts, brushing over my nipples, teasing, taunting. He parts from the kiss, and I am left wanting. His eyes meet mine; he feels my inner thigh. I gasp, and I look away towards the fire.

“Eyes on me. Slut. Don’t look away,” he whispers. My anticipation is swirling like a whirlpool. As I start remembering the first time he said these words, hot waves travel through my spine. Lenny uncrosses and spreads my legs; he lies me on the blankets. I know the higher he gets, he will find my lack of underwear. And the state of my arousal. “Open your legs,” he says with command.

My legs open without a further thought, until I feel his hot hand raising the hem of my nightdress above my hips. Then I hear him sigh at the discovery. His fingers trace around my inner thigh with restraint. He towers over me like a perfect sculpture, leaning closer. He smells fantastic; I breathe him in.

“I wonder what noises I can have you make for me tonight?” he whispers. My heart skips a beat. “You know. I’m going to fuck you,” he states deeply in my ear. I whimper at the sound of his smooth, deep voice. Anticipation spikes as my soul is already singing at the blissful thought. Exactly how much I want this becomes evident as his fingers slowly delve deeper into me. I know I’m already desperate for more than his fingers, as my body moves towards him, spurring splendid sensations all over. I can only look in his eyes as he makes me ridiculously wet; I already feel myself craving absolutely everything he has to give. I see him smile and his pupils dilate.

“Taste me, please, sir,” I plead, and he removes my nightdress. I reach for him; the second I feel him, the firm warm length I groan with utter need. He continues licking around my other breast as the nipple begins to peak. He removes my hand from him, placing it beside my waist. I am blissfully under the uncontrollable, unconditional, unwavering desire and grace of his control. Lord heavens above, he kisses intently all the way down to between my legs. I know he can tell how extremely wet he has made me.

First contact from his tongue licks, long and slow from the bottom to the top of my pussy. Then he circles my clit, lingering just enough to raise goosebumps on my skin. I can't help the moan escape my lips, laced with utter need. He does it again. Oh god. His talents have me moaning with undeniable pleasure; he starts to bite and suck my core gently. My hips move towards him. I feel fingers enter me, curling inside, working with precision and in tandem with his tongue. I grip the blankets; my legs start to vibrate; one hand reaches for his hair and grips tight. His fingers continue to move. I know he can tell I'm close. His continuous efforts have my head spinning.

“Please don’t stop, sir. Oh please,” I beg with delirious desperation, and I am almost out of breath.

“I want you to come on my mouth before I fuck you,” he says. “Come, my sweet slut. Come on your sir's tongue and fingers.” he places himself back between my legs and relentlessly gets back to offering the best pleasurable torture. My mind is begging my body to let go.

“Oh fuck!” I say as the bliss takes me higher.

He continues consuming me like a sinful secret wrapped in solace; his touch begins to make me unravel before him. He is absolutely everything I crave. My body can’t behave: my hips enslaved to the rhythm, begin to rock with their own volition. My resistance is disappearing, and I can't steady my breath. I can’t stop myself each time he licks me like a steady smouldering flame so close to the epic burn. I worry that this is all a tease, my body feeling like it is going to go for it. My mind is trying to hold everything back. There’s no turning back; I can feel the climb more prevalent than ever. I can't help but wonder if he is going to make me plead with him again. I hold on to him with trembling fingers. My knees start shaking. His grip tightens.

“Yes! Oh sir! Oh goodness. I'm going to come!”

The devoted consistency of his tongue and fingers wrapped inside my body as I fracture uncontrollably in front of him. He doesn’t relent; his hand grips my hip, and he buries his face into my sacred space like a moth to a flame. The first man to really catch me, make my body split between reality. I am completely shattered as my body wilfully marches to its own beautiful, blissful, desirable destruction. I feel like my soul is being steadily recalibrated as the waves begin. My body trembles like it's got nothing left to lose right under his soft, relentless, ravenous tongue as it continues to dance.

My climax is pulled from me, and a gush escapes me. Then I feel him enter me so swiftly while my pussy is still pulsing from aftershocks, and all I can think is, oh shit. Oh shit. He continues to slide in and out, prolonging every second of pleasure I could have to lose. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and presses in deeper still. Each movement takes more of my breath away; my heart is racing, my breathing rapid. One hand holds my chin. I can't look away, and then I see and feel the moment that he lets his all go.

“Fuck! You’re mine. Only mine,” he states, and I am lost in his eyes. I feel him continue to pulse inside me; I know I don’t want him to leave. “Say it, slut,” his pupils pinholes in the flickering fire light.

“I am yours. Sir. Only yours.” I say breathlessly, and I know that right now I mean it. He lowers my legs to either side of himself and lowers himself, caging me in, and his hands hold my face. He presses his lips to mine, and it’s a passionate, crushing kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue; it makes my hips rise, but he pulls out. I moan, feeling the emptiness. He watches me; he holds me, and I see him smile.

“We are now Lenny and Alice. When you are ready, I will draw you a bath. You will be staying.”

“Thank you, sir,” I say as my breathing returns to normal.

The bath is great; the soap smells like him and is intoxicating to my being. I slip on my nightdress, and I walk towards the open door. It is dark, everything again in its place. I see him in the bed already. I glance at him.

“Sleeping only, Alice.” He states, and he lifts the duvet, and I enter the bed; I can feel his heat beside me and as much as I want to ask him to touch me more. I know even if I asked, right now he wouldn't. I close my eyes, feeling more blissful than I have felt in years.

 The sun shines through the gap in the curtain, and I can hear him behind me. I contemplate whether getting up and running out the door is what I am meant to do. It is sometimes what I've seen in many movies. I'm not in the movies right now. I don’t dare to move. I’m lying on his bed, and I have the warmth of his strong body beside me. His hands stroke up my back, squeeze my buttocks with a firm grip, and his lips lace kisses along my shoulders and neck. Then I feel him stiffening behind me. This closeness already has my body stirring with a deepening ache.

I roll back to see the hungry look in his eyes. The questioning gaze as to whether I am about to leave. I know better. I smile, and his hand traces from my hip all the way to my breast. With the palm of his left hand, he brushes across my left nipple. I feel it start to harden under his deliberately gentle touch. Then the warmth of his breath reaches me as he groans deeply. My nipple hardens more; he pinches it and rolls it between his fingers. My hair stands on end. Waves of anticipation flow through me. I moan slightly at the delicate, painful, pleasurable sensations he brings to my body.

I push back against him instinctively. His hand slides down over my warmth. I gasp when he dips two fingers into my sex—moving in and out so slowly, exploring meticulously as my hips begin to move with the same rhythm. I whimper suddenly bereft of his touch as he removes them, places them in his mouth, gathering saliva. Then rubs it on his stiff cock, which he slides between my legs; it slips easily between my thighs, and he runs the length over my throbbing wetness.

Long, unhurried, almost unbearable strokes along just inside my lips; his cock slips within my juices now free flowing. The tip of his cock tantalisingly brushing my clit with each stroke. His left hand goes back to my pert hard nipple.

“Good morning, my slut,” he whispers into my ear. My hand reaches down between my legs, and I capture his engorged thick cock, pressing it further against me. Allowing it to fully massage my tender clit. I pull forward slightly, and on the next thrust, he slides easily inside me with my guiding hand. He lifts my left leg over his, keeping it propped up with his own, keeping me spread. As he sinks deeper into me, moans escape me softly.

“Oh my. Sir, I do believe you have me soaking.” The tremendous teasing between my legs is driving my insides wild. My heart is racing; he feels like heaven drenched in sin. His hand reaches past my hip, and I can feel his cock embedding in me. It feels so good, filling me so well. He is now slick with my wondrous wetness. His fingers find my clit, circling, teasing me ruthlessly, pressing it in time with every gentle thrust. I can’t help the gentle moans. I can feel the tightening of myself around him, as the dual stimulation continues in coordination. My head leans back on his chest, my eyes close, thinking of nothing else apart from the building pleasure on the inside and out. I feel the energy rising like electricity taking control. My breathing quickens.

“Not yet,” he whispers. My body feels so desperate for release as his cock and fingers continue to knock on the threshold seeking the sudden rush. My heartbeat races, my insides involuntarily start clenching around his stiffness. I am losing the will to hold off, one gentle circle and thrust at a time.

“Please, sir,” I say through broken breaths, “please,” I plead. I am on the very brink. My moans become louder; my hips push back. I am barely holding myself together as I grip the sheets.

“Come, my slut, come on your sirs’ cock,” I hear as he continues to massage my clit. The vibrations take over me entirely; my orgasm hits me like lightning. He rolls me over. My hips writhing, my stomach clenching, and my pussy spasming around his thickness. I come so hard that a wail of ecstasy escapes me. His fingers and cock continue working, prolonging my orgasm while my eyesight begins to fade and I continue to fall.

“No more, Sir; I’m too sensitive,” I gasp. He removes his hand, but his cock stays firmly in place deep inside. My movements are slow and gentle as I start to come down from my peak. His hand rests on my hip; I feel the tension ease.

“It's my turn, slut,” he growls low as he thrusts and thrusts harder, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back inside harder, faster, deeper. Stealing my breath as he fucks me relentlessly. “You’re mine,” he states while pounding my pussy harder. I start to tighten around him again. My moans increase; his moans join mine. “Quickly, tell me where you want it,” he demands with sincerity.

“Inside, come deep inside again,” I gasp on the edge again. He thrusts his entire length in me. Over and over again. The euphoric pleasure takes us both. One final deep thrust and I feel every twitch of his cock spilling sticky seed all over my insides. I completely relax on the bed, and he collapses by my side but doesn’t let go as we both continue to linger in lustful limbo. He makes me shine; he may know I am his, but when his arms wrap around me, I’ve never felt safer.

I know I’m truly a romantic at heart, but forever now a dirty mind. I lie with anticipation and adrenaline running through my veins. All I can breathe is him. I now understand that no one will ever replace him. I have found my wonderland.

Oh heavens!