Hi everyone!

I don't think I could ever find the words to express exactly how happy I am to know that you are enjoying this story :D Really guys, the reviews you left were so very very flattering! Thank you so much! And since you have been so incredibly generous, I wanted to show my appreciation giving you something that I hope will keep you company during the weekend :)

However, there is a small variation in this chapter. I wanted to give Alex the attention she deserved but it turned out way longer than what I expected. So in this chapter we only have Alex's POV. I hope you don't mind...

Enjoy

I probably should have waited a few more moments for her to recover after her orgasm, because when she stood from the bed to walk towards me, I saw how she tried her best to support her weight on those long, slightly shaky legs.

But I couldn't suppress my needs any longer.

And the fact that she was looking at me with nothing but eagerness didn't make things any easier either.

I clenched the belt that in the meantime I had wrapped around my hand, feeling as it squeezed my hand so tightly that I was sure it would have left some marks, but I needed to release some of the tension I felt swelling inside of me with every passing second, proud that my face instead reflected nothing but control and firmness.

Her steps where soft on the hardwood floor, elegant after the initial adjustment.

She stopped just a few inches in front of me, so close that I could smell her scent and arousal and feel the heat emanating from her body.

I watched as she bit down on the corner of her bottom lip, her eyes focused for a second on my own lips, now pulled up in a smirk, before returning to meet my gaze when she started to descend, dropping into her knees, hands fumbling with the button and zip of my jeans, and when they were finally open, she didn't waste time, pulling them down along with my panties.

I leaned back against the wall for a moment as I kicked them for the rest of the way, almost moaning in relief just for the fact that I didn't have nothing restraining me anymore.

The mischievous smirk that spread across my face remained unseen by my guest when I caught her giving a long appreciative look at my bare legs, licking her lips when her gaze reached their apex, looking directly at my center that wasn't yet completely exposed.

I shifted slightly down, spreading a bit more my legs before I rested one foot against the wall.

The position could do, my legs were strong enough to support all of my own weight even like that, but I would be lying if I said that I wasn't pleased when I felt a soft delicate hand running on my thigh, trying to get my attention, and when I looked down, I saw her gently gripping my leg behind my bent knee to bring it over her shoulder, so that I could have been not only much more exposed, but also more comfortable.

Blue eyes stared up at me as she leaned in, her other hand running on the outer side of my thigh with a hint of hesitation at first, and then more securely when she saw that I had no objection.

Her touch felt good against my skin, soft, and I could tell she enjoyed it as much as I was.

But I needed more.

And just when I thought that I couldn't wait any longer, without diverting her gaze from mine, she closed that small gap that was separating her from my center.

At the first caress of her tongue, my eyes fluttered shut, I threw my head back and my lips parted, taking in a small sip of air.

The touch was exploratory, she didn't neglect any part of me, running her tongue on my outer lips first, and only when she was sure she had gathered all the wetness there she moved through my folds.

Automatically, I spread my leg wider, a silent invitation that was immediately taken with enthusiasm, and that was when the first shiver of pure pleasure hit me.

She focused on my clit, circling it with the flat part of her tongue for a few moments to put more pressure before she went lower.

Nothing could have stopped the groan that fell from my lips, resonating in my throat and chest when the tip of that incredibly velvety tongue pushed past my tight entrance, where I was sure more of my juices had welcomed her.

What I wasn't expecting though, but that certainly pleased me and made me even more aroused, was the soft muffled moan I heard -and felt vibrating around my flesh- when she tasted me.

The hold on my thigh became firmer and her other hand also came up, caressing the outer side of my leg until she reached my waist, fingertips teasing the skin that was still covered by my shirt and then returning lower to rest just under my hip.

The soft but now more secure touch of her hands, combined with the burning heat of her tongue on my core felt so incredibly good, but instead of releasing some of the pressure I felt growing inside of me since I first laid eyes on her half naked form while she danced for me, it just left me desiring for much more.

The sweet torture I enjoyed and took so much pleasure in before, was now being overpowered by a need so primal and of such intensity that broke the chains that were restraining the hungry beast inside of me.

Maybe she felt that invisible shift in me too, or maybe it was just a coincidence, but before I could look down at her and express what I wanted, she stopped teasing me, running her tongue for my entire length one last time before she took my clit between her lips.

I almost shouted.

The pleasure I felt assaulting me as those lips sealed around my clit and started sucking, sent a series of flutters inside of me, so powerful that I felt a sudden need to hold into something.

I squeezed the belt I was still holding in my hand more tightly, feeling as the blood drained completely from my knuckles, but it wasn't enough, and when I felt that her tongue started flicking over the tip of my clit, I couldn't stop my hand from cupping the back of her head, keeping her in place, silently encouraging her to continue.

The response to my unexpected contact was immediate.

She moaned around me, doubling her efforts, gripping my thighs more firmly but still unable to keep me in place when my hips started bucking against her; seeking more of the blissful warmth of her mouth.

My fingers ran through silky blonde hair, and despite the selfishness of my movements, I couldn't ignore how that simple, almost sweet gesture contrasted so much with all the rest.

I didn't dwell on it however, especially when the pressure between my legs was growing with every passing second, feeling as my legs started to quiver under my own weight.

Taking air in my lungs was also becoming a challenge, my gasps were silent, but the groans that that very skilled mouth pulled out from me with every lick and suck weren't.

She released my clit, swirling her tongue around it one last time before going lower to gather some more of my wetness. My inner muscles clenched jealously when the tip pushed past my entrance, teasing me, wishing to feel more, but I welcomed the sensation nonetheless.

I could feel the whisper of my approaching orgasm becoming louder.

I was more close than what I thought.

The delicious strokes of that tongue, the pressure that I felt when those lips sealed around me had me buck my hips even harder, forcing her to follow my own selfish and quick rhythm.

Drops of sweat ran down my neck, slipping between my breasts and gathering on my abdomen, where I felt the material of the shirt clinging to my skin.

Heat raised from the pit of my stomach, reaching my face and at the same time causing goosebumps to rise on the back of my neck.

For an instant, I found the strength to open my eyes, barely, and my gaze shifted immediately down, meeting what I was hoping to see.

Blue eyes were looking up at me, never stopping her movement, and I wondered for how long she had been watching me, but the thought only made me feel even more aroused.

And after seeing how those orbs had darkened in the moment I looked down at her through my half lidded eyes, I reached my peak.

A wordless deep cry left my throat as I tightened the hold I had on the back of her head, fisting her hair in my hand and feeling as my hips bucked uncontrollably against her mouth, seeking as much contact as I could to prolong the breathtaking pleasure that was coursing through my veins.

I rested my head back against the wall, my eyes still closed, my lips parted trying to intake the air that had been stolen from my lungs as I rode through my incredibly powerful release.

I held nothing back.

And the young blonde woman that was still knelt between my legs seemed more than happy to take everything I had to give, never stopping her swirling motion with her tongue over my clit even when I had fisted her hair in a grip that I now suspected must have been at least a bit painful.

After a few more moments, her licks and strokes became weaker, guiding me gently through the aftershock and following my recovery until I was spent.

I tried to contain my pants, regulating my breathing into a normal rhythm.

Even if I had just climaxed, I didn't want to take too much time and neglect my guest.

My eyes fluttered open and I tilted my head slightly down to look at her.

I felt her tongue running delicately through my folds, causing another flutter in my lower abdomen and pulling a soft groan from my parted lips in a strange mix of arousal and overstimulation before I cupped her cheek with my hand, softly, urging her to open her eyes and meet my gaze.

She complied immediately, and when those eyes opened to meet mine, I could see how much the black of the pupils had swallowed the blue, leaving just a barely visible ring surrounding it.

I guessed it was because of the poor illumination of the room, but part of me was more inclined to think it was because of another reason, and to my immense delight, when I saw her licking her lips suggestively, cleaning and tasting every trace of me left there except the glistening patch on her chin, I thought that maybe the idea that she had actually enjoyed it, wasn't only in my head.

She leaned in as if she wanted to lick some more wetness from my center, but I stopped her an inch away from me, softly stroking her cheek until her eyes reconnected with my own.

"I gave you everything I had sweetheart," I said, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

A flash of disappointment flashed across her features for a second, and a moment later she blushed, realizing that I had seen it.

A smirk tugged at my lips. "But since you have been so good and made me come so hard," I paused, my voice sounding so much raspy and deep after my orgasm, that I barely recognized it as my own.

"I think it would be rude of me to not show how much I've appreciated your attentions."

Her eyes widened slightly as she took her bottom lip between her teeth in a vain attempt to contain a soft moan, and when I heard it, it was like all the pressure I had managed to relieve a few minutes before, had suddenly returned to me, only this time it wasn't a need directed to my own pleasure.

I lifted my leg from where it was still resting over her shoulder, barely managing in keeping my tug on the back of her neck still gentle until she stood from the kneeling position on her slightly shaky legs.

Once she was up, I turned her around, and in a swift movement I had her front pressed against the wall, my body resting tightly behind hers.

She gasped at the sudden show of dominance, but she didn't object or tried to fight me.

I made sure she didn't collide face first on the wall, but just being pressed against it;

I certainly didn't want to scare or hurt my guest in any way, and the rough movement was all for show, to let her know that I had her and that it was my turn to take what I wanted.

What I needed.

With Sylvia I made sure to establish some basic rules in order to enjoy ourselves in a safe and healthy way. She knew she could stop me anytime if things got a little out of hand, and even if it never happened, I knew she wouldn't have had any problem with that.

But what I was wondering, was if she had also explained that same rule to the young lady that I was now pressing against the wall before she sent her here to entertain me.

I considered to ask her, knowing that with this kind of things certainty was highly required, and you never risked to ask too many times. Make sure that my guest was willing to proceed and that she would have eventually expressed her reluctance to do something, became a priority for me in that moment.

I've never took any kind of pleasure in hurting a woman.

And even if I wasn't planning to do anything extreme, with that thought in mind, I loosened the hold I had on the belt that was still wrapped tightly around my hand, letting it fall on the hardwood floor, deciding against the idea of using it to restrain her...

At least for this time, that was also the first for her with me.

I swallowed, bringing some moisture in my dry throat before I leaned in, moving to the side a few locks of golden hair from her elegant neck, feeling her shivering against me when my warm breath caressed her skin as I whispered softly just a few inches below her ear.

"Do you know the rules?"

My other hand came up to rest on the swell of her hip, stroking the skin there with my thumb in a soothing, almost tender gesture, wanting to bring reassurance as I waited for an answer.

Her face was turned towards me, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. "Yes..." Came out the soft reply.

It should have been enough, but for me it wasn't. And instead of asking what she was told, knowing that she was probably feeling a bit nervous, I decided to explain them to her anyway, using few simple words.

"I want you to enjoy this as much as I do," I stated, my hands continued their journey up to her sides, slowly sliding forward to caress her flat smooth stomach, feeling as the muscles twitched under my touch when she took in a shallow breath.

"And if I'm doing something you don't like," I continued, unclasping her bra, taking it off of her slowly and then letting it fall on the floor leaving her completely naked.

"I want you to tell me that immediately," My hands returned to her, cupping her breasts and giving a suggestive squeeze before pinching the hard little buds of her nipples between my fingers, hearing as her breath hitched in her throat at the contact.

"Alright?"

I concluded placing a soft, almost imperceptible kiss on her jaw, pulling back with a satisfied smirk when I heard a small whimper falling from her lips at the loss of contact, feeling as she pushed her hips back against me in the moment my hand returned to tease her inner thigh, so close to her center, yet so distant.

The way her body seemed to respond to my touch should have been a good enough answer for me, but I wanted to hear her say it.

"Should I take that as a yes?" I asked, deliberately lowering my voice before I took her earlobe between my teeth, barely resisting the urge to suck it into my mouth.

Another series of shivers ran through her, and I pulled back just in time to see as those blue eyes fluttered open and looked at me through half closed lids, and into them, I read nothing but eagerness and desire. "Yes... Mistress."

After hearing that, all my doubts and any other coherent thought was pushed out of my mind with a new, unstoppable rush of arousal.

A low guttural groan resonated in my throat as I gripped her inner thigh to spread her legs further a part while my other hand was resting between her legs from behind, palm up cupping her, fingertips already coated in her wetness.

She was dripping.

I ran my fingers through her folds, causing another long moan to escape from her lips, feeling how slick and invitingly warm she was.

But what I felt with a first touch, was nothing compared to what I felt when two of my fingers slipped inside of her, encountering no resistance and being immediately welcomed by silky wet heat clamping down tightly around me.

For a few seconds nothing existed but that blissful sensation.

And the loud cries, the moans and groans that fell from our lips as I started to pump my fingers in and out of her, were nothing but some distant barely audible whispers.

I know... *sigh* I'm still working on the whole 'how-to-end-a-chapter-without-a-cliffhanger' thing...