Page 14 of The Will

“Feel good, baby?”

She was so into the sensation and pleasure that she just whispered back in awe to him, “Yes,” the word elongated by her moans.

Alex grabbed both of her hips and pressed up into her while tugging her down on his dick tightly. Her response was sinking her nails into his shoulders and making the most incredible purring sound of satisfaction Alex had ever heard, while her pussy squeezed on his cock with each thrust. “Oh, fuck baby,” he whispered to her as he sunk his fingers into her ass to hold on better as they moved in sync.

Chloe’s orgasm hit, causing her to arch her back and press her body hard from breasts to waist directly into Alex’s chest and abdomen while her head extended back and she cried out, “Alex!”

He held onto her, staying with the rhythm as she fell to pieces with the waves washing over her three or four times. She slowly came back to him as her heartbeat slowed, feeling sated and weak. Alex slid out of her- a groan of disappointment coming from both- and moved her onto her side as she was coming down. He slid up behind her back and positioned her leg on top of his own, opening her wide again, and slid to the hilt inside her from behind. She objected, and he whispered in her ear, “Come on, kitten, just once more for me.”

“I can’t,” she answered breathlessly as he started another set of slow thrusts in and out of her, with one arm around her waist to pull her tight against him so she could feel his abdominal muscles moving against her ass. His other arm crossed her chest in between her breasts with his palm holding her head. His breathing in her ear matched the rhythm of his thrusts and Chloe realized she was now also moving in unison with him— like her body was his to command. That tight, tense feeling in her middle was growing, causing a whimper to escape from her lips.

Alex asked in her ear, “You need to cum again, baby?” Chloe didn’t speak but gave him a thrust of her own in frustration, moving slickly over his skin as they were both sweating now. He gasped but held onto his pace despite his need to fuck her hard and fast.

Chloe let out a frustrated growl, and desperately she asked, “Alex, please.”

His response was as breathless as her plea had been. “Please what kitten?”

Her will to fight him broke. With these words she begged him, “Please fuck me, Alex”

Those soft words were all he needed. He increased his speed and thrust hard into her pussy several times, sending Chloe over the edge. She felt suddenly hot all over and shivered as her climax washed over her again.

Alex’s hips slammed into her as his last thrusts filled her with his seed. “So satisfying,” he thought. After a few minutes, he withdrew from her, even though he just wanted to stay. He stepped out of bed and grabbed a towel to clean up. After he wiped himself off, he looked over at Chloe to see she was asleep from exhaustion. He gently cleaned up her thighs and patted her tender parts, trying not to wake her. He looked her over once more, enjoying all the curves of her and remembering what he had told her about begging to cum and saying his name. It hadn’t gone exactly how he said, but it was worth the changes. He was looking forward to their next time together already. He crawled back into the bed, pulling her back against him, and smiled. His last thought was that whatever happened, this was where she belonged, and then he drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 11

Chloewasnervousasshe was getting ready for this pinnacle party. The build-up of worry over the last few days had her shaking now. She was confident that the dress was right and with Alex; she wasn’t scared of everyone, just her relatives. Chloe sighed as she thought about having to face Uncle Gene. He had always frightened and intimidated her.

There was a buzz downstairs for her apartment. She went over expecting to see Alex, but there was a beautiful woman showing in the camera.

“Um, did you buzz the wrong apartment?” Chloe asked over the intercom.

“No, I don’t think so. I am here for Chloë Harrison. Alex sent me,” the stranger replied.

Chloe was puzzled but buzzed her into the four-plex. She opened the apartment door and was met by a pair of lovely blue eyes, situated in a perfectly accented face. Her makeup alone was a work of art. Her hair was pulled up in an elegant bun with precise side curls creating a brunette frame for her face. She smiled at Chloe and it made her face even more beautiful.

“Hello Chloe, I’m Angela. They sent me to help you get ready,” she said as she lifted a small makeup case.

Chloe couldn’t help but smile back at her. “You have something for nerves in there too?”

Angela nodded and smiled, “In a way, yes.Iwould be for the nerves.”

“You? I don’t understand. How?” Chloe asked as Angela guided her into her room. Angela got her positioned and sat her in her chair in front of the vanity.

Angela smiled at her in the mirror while picking up Chloe’s hairbrush. She started slowly brushing Chloe’s hair, beginning with the ends to get the tangles out and ambling up to the top of Chloe’s head. Once this was complete, Angela turned on a selection of nature sounds like rain or the ocean, and sometimes both. Chloe sighed as Angela returned to her hair and brushed it out with long, soft strokes. She then sprayed a curl activating product that smelled of herbs in her hair along with a foamy mousse. Angela scrunched up Chloe’s hair, giving special care to rub her scalp, as her fingers dove into the collection of golden and red ringlets that now bounced around Chloe’s face. She helped Chloe into the red cocktail dress that hugged her curves and into some ankle-high boots with 4-inch heels. Once dressed, she sat Chloe down again and started applying the makeup.

Since she was so close to her face, Chloe asked her, “How do you know how to do all of this to calm someone like me down?”

Angela smiled at the question and said, “I do this kind of thing for a living. I set the mood and orchestrate the atmosphere for the best comfort of my clients.”

“Do you do this on a large scale, too?”

Angela thought about that for a second, “Well I can, but it usually works better with a one-on-one type of situation.”

“Oh,” Chloe said and then asked another question. “What is your job, then?”

Angela smiled at her while finishing the last touch of powder to set the look and answered, “I am officially called a ‘personal trainer’, but most of my clients call me Mistress, as I am a dominatrix.”

Chloe’s mouth fell open at that comment. “Really? I never would have guessed that from your demeanor and soft speech with me.”

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