The Alpha’s Desire 2(34)
I nodded again.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me exactly what it is that you want, what part of me you want where.”
I swallowed hard before getting out in a strained voice, having lost the touch of his fingers, “I want your cock inside me.”
Luckily, the heat from the shower masked the blush those words spoken out loud brought to my cheeks. He raised up my right leg until my foot rested on the side of the tub, planted securely in the front left corner. My other foot still on the washrag, he pulled my hips back until I could feel his head at my opening. He must have bent his knees to achieve this as I felt the brush of some part of his leg against my thighs.
“This what you want?” he asked.
“Yes,” I croaked. “Please.”
Pushing into me proved a touch difficult at first, given his wetness from the shower, but soon my own natural lubrication, plentiful after that spanking, eased him in. By the time he was in all the way, I could feel his stomach pressing against my heated butt checks. As he moved in and out, it was like getting a gentle spanking as he took me. The skin so sensitive that even the hit of his skin against mine brought it all back, the glorious sensations of pleasure riding on pain.
Who knew? I though before I lost all power to think. My inner walls clenched around him as if pulling him in tighter as he thrust. That magical spot deep inside me sent the first ripple of contractions through my stomach. My head fell with the first wave, and then I literally shattered around him. As my muscles heated and relaxed, I found I had to concentrate on standing.
“You’re shaking,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m happy to have that effect on you, but I’m sure you are getting tired of standing here. And, I need a condom to finish. Let’s get out of here.”
I nodded, and he reached around me to turn off the water. Sliding open the door took concentration, but I reached for the towel I had gotten out for him and then for my own that hung on the towel bar. We both dried ourselves at first, fighting the cold. He brought his towel up to dry the hair that dripped down my back before he wrapped his towel around my shoulders.
“Come on,” he urged, helping me step out of the shower.
He grabbed my robe, replacing the towel with it and then quickly wrapping the towel around his own waist.
“Listen, just close your eyes, and I will guide you to the bedroom,” he instructed.
“Why, because of the wreckage or the cleaners?”
“Hopefully both, by now. They are professional and won’t so much as turn a head. They’re just in and out, getting a tough job done and done well.”
I shook my head at him, but closed my eyes. He guided me out. My ears perked up at the sounds coming from the living room, the rustling of feet and the sound of who knows what being drug. Placing it out of my mind, I just let him guide me, only opening my eyes when I heard my bedroom door close. He moved fast to turn on the radio on my alarm clock.
Lex started to sing along almost immediately to the Seal song already at the chorus, “Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah, now that your rose is in bloom, a light hits the gloom on the gray.”
He stopped only when he went for a condom from my drawer. “Get out of that robe and crawl under the covers. I’ll meet you there in a second.”
I did as he asked, a habit I’d come to love as much as I loved directing him and having him obey me.
“I love to hear you sing,” I sighed. “Hearing you makes me a star-struck pre-teen watching a boy band live. Only, without all the screaming. I keep that inside my head.”
“Well, thank you for the compliment, and thank you for not screaming.”
Once he crawled under the covers with me, the heat from the shower encircling us both, he took to making slow, gentle love to me, practically to the beat of every song that came on the radio. I had it on one of those radio stations that said something about being the lighter side of rock or something. That pretty much meant a bunch of sappy loves songs, perfect for mood and beat.
I felt like one of those girls in those erotic romance novels, only I had the soundtrack going, as well. I’d gotten my punishment, and now my master made love to me. Guess that genre of books suddenly made more sense to me. Before, they’d only served as a pre-cursor to lonely nights, with only a dildo to do me. I may have squirmed at the spanking scenes then, but I figured in real life it wouldn’t be so much of a turn-on. How wrong my innocent ignorance had been.