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Chapter 11

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Jordan

I awoke in the morning. For the past two weeks, I had kept a near-nocturnal schedule of waking up in the afternoon and spending nights at the clubhouse, which tinged the whole experience with a surreality that warped my sense of time. It felt like months since I’d seen the morning light. But it was time to go home. Time to get back to “normal.”

Alexander was picking me up. I waited in the living room of the House of Initiates for his black Porsche to pull up outside, wearing the clothes I’d arrived in, which had been given back to me by the House Mother, and the silver X necklace, which I was allowed to keep. I had no luggage, since I’d arrived with nothing.

When Alexander’s car pulled up, I walked out the front door to meet him. He was dressed casually, in jeans, and I realized with a start that it must be Saturday. It seemed unthinkable that outside the House time had been proceeding as usual.

He held open the passenger door for me and watched me approach with a smile, his arms folded over his chest. Grinning back at him, I felt myself infused with a kind of warm happiness - something I hadn’t felt in a long time. The way he looked at me, and the comforting familiarity of seeing him made my heart sing. I pressed myself against the hard plane of his body and inhaled his woodsy/citrusy scent, while he wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. My boss, my protector… not my lover, but maybe that was okay. I would settle for this. I inhaled again deeply, his scent like a drug to me. I would settle for whatever this was just to be close to him.

We drove into the downtown core and descended into the underground parking of a tall glass building, parking beside my car.

“I had your car driven over,” explained Alexander, “and your purse and cell phone are upstairs in my condo.”

His condo. I didn’t know where we were going, or what the plan was. He hadn’t told me anything. All I wanted was to not have to say goodbye to him.

He led me to the elevator and swiped a fob, hitting the “PH” button at the top.

“You live in the penthouse?” I asked.

He just arched an eyebrow at me, as if to say, Of course.

Upstairs, the elevator doors opened into a foyer - Alexander’s personal space. He hung up our jackets and I followed him through an opening into a breathtaking living room.

To my left, a circular staircase rose to a second floor that overlooked the first. In front of me, dramatic floor-to-ceiling windows rose two storeys high.

“Stunning,” I exclaimed, walking up to the window. The entire city was flung out below my feet. Nearly pressing my forehead to the glass and looking down was like flying.

I heard Alexander’s voice come soft and deep behind me. “Stunning like you,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against the hard wall of his chest. I leaned my head back against him and closed my eyes, sighing. I felt his breath against my ear as he lightly kissed my temple. “Jordan Starck,” he said quietly - dreamily. “Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me?”

“What?” I whispered, playfully. “Tell me.”

I felt his breath against me again, his lips brushing lightly on my ear, and then his tongue, as he softly sucked and kissed my earlobe.

I exhaled, suppressing a shiver of delight. My earlobes were an erogenous zone, and the feel of his mouth travelled right through me, instantly stirring heat between my legs. The feeling was tempered by anxiety. Would he want me? Was he playing with me?

Was Mark about to walk into the room?

Not that I would necessarily mind if he did… but I was half-mad with desire for Alexander. I’d made it very clear that I wanted him, and he’d made it very clear, too… that he didn’t want me.

Or had he? Two weeks of cuddling, affection, nudity and voyeurism. It wasn’t the usual way that a man showed disinterest in a woman, but I couldn’t forget his words. I’ll never fuck you… the Master of the House only fucks the best.

He lifted a hand to one of my breasts, squeezing and cupping it, and I felt him press himself harder against me as he gave a shivering breath. “Fuck.”

I pressed myself back against him - desiring him, craving him, needing him.

“Did I do everything you wanted me to?” I asked him.

“Everything,” he whispered, palming my breast and grinding himself against me. “Everything.”

“I’ll always do what you want me to, Master. I’m yours.”

He raised one hand to the front of my neck, circling it with his fingers and pulling me back hard against him. I gave a stuttering breath as he pressed against my windpipe. “I think it’s time I took what was mine,” he growled. “I’ve tried to resist you, Jordan. From the moment I met you I’ve wanted to fuck you, to completely consume you, but I told myself it would never work. I didn’t want to lose myself in someone else, didn’t want to find out that you couldn’t handle me.”

Heat flooded through me, making my pussy throb.

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