Page 19 of Elusive Surrender

My cell beeps with an incoming text and pulls me from my daydream.

Nick: She just got out of the shower.

Killjoy! I’m thinking of a smart-ass response when Nick blows up the group chat. The fucking pervert we’re looking for is heading straight for Alexis and Allie’s apartment. Alexis may be safe, but Allie lives there too, and we promised to keep her safe. I grab my phone, fully intending to ensure everything around that apartment is locked down tight, but I don’t have a chance before Nick takes point and starts texting out orders to the team on the ground.

“Team one takes the roof; team two keep your eyes open. The son of a bitch is coming your way. Team three, I need a status on Allie right the hell now!”

He’s called in a diversion to draw attention to the apartment and scare Darwin away from it. Hopefully, it sends him heading back to his lair so we can track him and find out what else the fucker has been up to. I smile widely when I see who’s jumping in to assist. Our friends in the PD are always willing to have some fun helping us flush out the bad guys.

The police just happen to be right around the corner from the ladies’ apartment. As soon as they turn their siren on, it’s enough to cause Darwin to turn tail and quickly make it back down the sidewalk he slinked in from. I just wish they could pick him up now, but we need to find out where he leads us. There may be too many helpless women that we won’t know about unless we give him a chance to lead us back to them instead of throwing the son of a bitch behind bars where he belongs. Nick sends out instruction for the entire group to follow him. I send Nick a private text.

Me: Looks like you’ve got this covered.

Nick: Roger that! I’ll text you when we know where he holes up for the night. FYI-Alexis was going to bed after her shower.

I intended to wait until later to call, but the thought of Alexis talking to me in little or no clothing, fresh from her shower is appealing to me in a way that nothing else has been for quite some time. I hit her contact and wait for her to pick up.

“Hello.” Just the sound of her breathy voice causes my cock to stir again. I smile broadly, happy with the decision I made to bring her to me and to explore our compatibility. Whether she’ll be happy with my tendencies and way of life or not, time will tell.

“I hear you’ve just freshly showered and are getting ready for bed.”

“Bossy and stalkerish,” Alexis answers, and she’s not wrong by any stretch of the imagination.

I imagine those pink lips parted in a wide smile as she tilts her head and gazes up at me with those deep blue-violet eyes and smirk because I enjoy her sass immensely, and it’s been a long damn time since someone’s sparked more than a night-of-fun-type interest. “More than you may like at times.” The overpowering need to protect and care for Alexis has already set the dynamic, at least for me, whether that was where I intended to take this relationship or not, and I know I need to go slow to give us both time to explore where we may want this to go, but damn if she doesn’t make it hard not to rush in headfirst and devour her whole now that I’ve moved past my initial resistance.

“I didn’t intend to give you the impression that I didn’t like it,” Lexie says softly.

I don’t respond right away because I can hear her gentle breathing in my ear. It’s rhythmic and shallow and leaves me with a vision of Alexis with rosy cheeks running the tip of her tongue across her supple lips and causing my dick to thicken in response. I ease back in my chair, stretch my legs, and toe off my shoes.

“I think the word you’re looking for is dominant. Bossy and stalkerish tendencies just come with the territory of protecting and cherishing one’s submissive if you’re a dominant like myself. You should be careful who you flirt with, young lady.”

There’s a pause. I wait as she contemplates what I’ve told her. “I haven’t had a lot of experience with men, but I happen to like the type of man you appear to be very much.”

I can’t help the grin that settles. “And what type of man do you think I am, Alexis?”

Her breath is wispy on the other end of the line. I can almost imagine her looking up at me with those wide, bright eyes and tilted head. “A take charge man who protects those he cares about without regard for danger to himself, a man who treats a woman with respect, and someone who cares enough about someone he barely met to ensure that she was safeguarded against a man who wants to hurt her.”

I fully intended to ease into the conversation around my dynamic, explore her relational inclinations, but that thought completely disappeared in the last two seconds because she is as direct and spirited as she is submissive underneath the image that she portrays to everyone who isn’t looking as deeply as me.

“I like your directness and your honesty. Will you always tell me the truth, Alexis?”

She lets out an audible gasp, and I listen to the silence on the other end. I’ll give her time, but not too long. The attraction between us is electric, something neither of us can deny, and she has the most flawless submissive tendencies, whether or not she understands her desires in that area. I’m almost certain she wants to explore this magnetism as much as I do, and my blood pumps hard as I wait for her response.

“I’ll always try to tell you the truth, but I’m not the best at sharing my feelings. I’m not shy; it just hasn’t been well received in the past.”

I let that settle for a moment, contemplating her response. Somewhere along the way, she has been emotionally hurt, and someone has caused this. Trust is the foundation, and when Alexis learns she can trust me, then she will tell me the truth. It’s a simple equation, really.

“That’s something that with time can be overcome if we’re compatible, Alexis.”

“You only date submissive women then?”

I won’t ever lie to her and don’t do it now. “Encounters here and there with women who like what I offer at the club in terms of play, but I wouldn’t consider them dating material. I would only contemplate a personal relationship with a woman who wanted to embrace her submissiveness full time and wasn’t just playing the part while at the club or in my bed.”

“I see. Are you monogamous?” she asks.

I smile to myself. I usually ask the questions, but I’m happy she’s being so open and decide to encourage it.

“Completely. If the right woman came along, that would be it for me. I only scene with women at the club because that hasn’t happened. The women I’ve met aren’t submissive outside of the bedroom, and that works for a lot of play partners or relationships; it just doesn’t for me. The ideal woman would attend the club with me, but I would only play with her.”

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