What a web of guilty pleasures I craved tonight. And it all boiled down to one thing — if I couldn’t have him, I’d be him.
I pushed the bathroom door open, not stopping as I spotted Alec pulling nervously at his tie. His weakness was my fuel. I let it soak deep within as I swayed my hips with each step closer.
“Take it off.”
His hand paused at adjusting the knot and in one swift pull, he removed the silk around his neck. A slight trembling left his hand shaking as he passed it over to me.
How would he react when I unleashed what I wanted? What I yearned for in a depth so deep, it was endless?
My nails raked over his palms at a leisurely pace, removing the black material. With my other hand, I grasped the lapel of his jacket, bringing him toward me.
“Consent to give yourself to me fully.” I pushed to my toes so our lips were but inches from each other. The fog in my head grew thicker. Master was the only one before me. Those full lips. Eyes the color of the sun. But his words were coming out of my mouth, not mine. “Let me have you how I want. Put your trust in whatever I do and I’ll bring you the best pleasure you’ve ever experienced. I’ll leave you something you’ll never forget. A gift,” I whispered. “Let me be your gift, Alec.”
The smell of Scotch had me closing my eyes and pulling him closer. “Say yes,” I said against his lips. “Anything I want.”
“Yes.”
My tongue swept over his lips, tasting what had now just become mine.
“Enjoy the loss of control. Surrender to it. To me.”
Smooth silk eased down my palm and I brought both hands up. I had the tie around his throat before he could break from the spell I had sucked him under. Panic had his hands jerking. At my eye contact, he stilled.
“Very good.” My lips pressed into his hungrily and I increased the pressure around his neck as our tongues slid against each other. The smoothness from his cheeks left me in a weird place. Master always had stubble. Maybe I’d make Alec stop shaving but for every other day. I didn’t like not feeling the roughness.
“Now, take me into the stall.”
There wasn’t a moment of hesitation as he pulled my dress up so I could straddle him. Pressure from his shoulder pushed into the door and it slammed against the wall of the small enclosed space. We practically fell in at the frantic need of our lips.
“Fuck, Lily.” Fingers gripped my ass as he spun to push me against the wall, locking the door. My pussy grinded against his stomach and I jerked my hands tighter.
“I didn’t tell you to take control. That’s mine. Now, put me down, sit, and unbuckle your pants.” My grip relaxed and I pulled the tie loose. Alec obeyed, easing me to the ground. He was still shaking as he undid his pants and sat down. Fuck, what was I doing? Dirty. Yes, it seemed like I kept finding myself in these situations.
“Put your hands behind your back and lean forward.”
“Kiss me again,” he said, getting in position. I leaned in, securing his hands to the metal pipe.
“I’ll kiss you when I’m ready. Now, lean back.” I lifted my foot to rest on his thigh, making sure to press the stiletto in just enough to make him groan. His dark hair drew me in and I weaved my fingers through, gripping tight. So close to the color of Master’s.
“Kiss this.” In a slow stroke, I made a path over my bare skin, just above the stocking.
As he eased forward, my hand allowed him to go at his own pace. But I never let up the pressure at which I held to him.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy. Fuck, I’ve never had it like this before. I’m always the one making the moves.”
“Not anymore. Not with me.”
Teeth sank lightly into my skin and I moaned, feeling myself grow so much wetter. Before, what we were doing was nice, but the pain sparked who I truly was. What I needed, regardless of my sudden switch in personality.
“Harder.” The word was so full of need, I barely recalled how my voice
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