Page 91 of All Your Lies
“So, what? You want to control me?”
“Yes—”
Her eyes widen before narrowing into slits.
“It’s not what you think,” I say. “You give me the control, but it’s you who has the control over me.”
“I don’t follow.”
If only I had sought advice on how to explain this to her from Apollo, the club’s Dom instructor, things would have been much easier. He patiently passed on his knowledge, teaching me everything I now know. I made a conscious decision to stay away from Alexa until I had absorbed all the knowledge he had to offer. Making this special for her is crucial, so I wanted to ensure I did it perfectly. The only thing I never asked about was the best way to broach the subject with her.
“You grant me control, but ultimately, you are the one with the power. You can say stop at any moment, and I’ll stop.”
“Then how does that give you control?” she says with a quirked brow.
“You give me the control to know what you need and when you need it, but—”
“I’m in control,” she finishes.
“Yes.”
So here I stand in my black boxer briefs, with soft red satin sheets under my bare feet, pillows scattered around the firm mattress, and a riding crop in my hand.
I take a step forward and touch the leather end of the riding crop against her neck, then trail it between her breasts. Thesurprising touch of the cold leather causes her to intake a breath of surprise before swallowing.
“Deep breath, baby. You’re safe,” I murmur.
She huffs, and I can’t help but grin at her little attitude. Despite her nerves, I can sense her underlying trust in me, which is the only reason we’re doing this now. It’s another means for us to strengthen our connection.
I continue my descent down her torso and hop to her inner left thigh. Goose bumps pepper her skin as she releases a moan of satisfaction. I mirror the movements onto her right thigh, but stay away from the place she really wants the crop to touch. The spot I want to touch.
“What’s the word, Lex?”
“Red.”
“That’s a good girl,” I say and watch a small smile spread across her face. “If you say it, this stops. You’re in charge.”
I remove the crop from her skin as I grab the remote from the mattress and turn it on to the lowest setting. The telltale sound of the small vibrator against her clit buzzes to life, making her moan loud as her head bows back.
“Just feel, beautiful.”
Gripping the crop in my right hand, I feel a surge of anticipation as I make my first contact with her inner thigh. Her mouth opens on another moan, which matches mine as I see a small pink imprint from the leather. I turn the vibrator to the second setting as I deliver another mark on her other thigh.
I continue alternating between a blow from the crop and a higher setting on the vibrator.
Alexa sits in the swing with her head tilted back and moans bouncing off the walls of the room which rival the music playing. Her fists are clenching the handles in a death grip while she licks her dry lips. Her quivering and shaking spurs me on. I accelerate the dial to the highest level and watch her toes curl as she isseconds from coming apart. I bring the crop down one last time and hit her at the apex of her thighs. Right on the vibrator in her wet thong, which still rests against her clit. She screams as she comes, and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
I grab my cock for the first time tonight. It’s harder and more ready than it’s ever been. I thrust it against my palm while I watch Alexa’s breath level out.
As I step between her legs, I gently place a hand on her lower back, drawing her closer to me. With a swift motion, I remove her left foot from the stirrup, then her right.
“Remove your hands, Lex,” I say as her legs wrap around my waist.
She takes her hands off the straps and wraps them around my neck as I lower us both down to the pillows. I remove her mask and search her eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she says with a small smile.
