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Even though the appointment hasn't started in the best of ways, or at least, not in the way she had planned it, Alex has always gotten a certain thrill in the challenge of adapting to new situations. Especially in these situations. And, so far, with all the little inconveniences and delay left out of the room, things seems to be turning even better, and she knows that - at least in part - the reason why the young woman has gotten so much more relaxed is also due to the minutes that they have spent together in such a light, easy company, before she lead them in this room and offered to make good use of the time remaining for the first session.
When, in front of that first command, Piper obeys her with no question, Alex couldn't be more pleased, even though part of her was maybe expecting some resistance - just at first, and only a little - from the young woman.
She is not disappointed though.
Quite the opposite in fact.
But she is also very aware that power and authority are parts of the blonde, too. Parts that she embodies every day, wearing them like an elegant, form-fitting dress and a perfectly matching accessory, in which she looks quite attractive, but also into which she seems to squirm in certain situations or when in the presence or someone that is not a bunch of her subordinates.
At least that's what Alex has found out on her own, and might even be left a bit (pleasantly) surprised by discovering that alluring strength when she first saw her that time in her co-CEO role at her company. In her territory. Her domain.
But this, right now, here... This is Alex's realm. And it's probably that knowledge the reason why the young businesswoman obeys almost instantly, without question, after just a flimsy moment of just as weak hesitation, one that Alex can surely understand.
It's a first step towards baring herself in front of someone, someone who she is getting to know, sure, but who is still mostly a stranger to her, and Alex knows. Because she has already witnessed that half-pause before, such display of a momentary vacillation with first-timers.
But none have ever regained their composure and balance as quickly as Piper does. In the blink of an eye.
And even Alex might be a little more thrilled at the prospect of starting this session than she expected to feel.
Ever since she started taking into consideration the possibility to pick up the whip again - so to speak - a sense of nostalgia has been nibbling at her. Bits of many different occasions, brought up even just by her presence in this room as one of two (sometimes even three) protagonists, stir some very pleasant memories, but...
There is something more than that...
Something that actually makes her skin tingle at the prospect of re-embracing the role that she has had to abandon in order to take more care of her other duties as co-owner. And she has a feeling that the young, eager, curious blonde woman laying now of the bed and waiting patiently with a similar, visible excitement, might be part of that main reason.
After all, Alex reasons, this is also her own first time (since a long while, at least) too. And what's best than getting back to this world in first person with someone so eager, with strong submissive inclinations, a long list of interesting fantasies, and another one just as long about practices that she would be willing to try?
It just makes her all the more determined to enjoy every single minute of those that they still have left from this session. And even though she had something already planned for the blonde, something that she had to discard due to the lack of time, she already knows, precisely, how she is going to... expend such precious time.
"You know," She starts, almost conversationally, yet careful to keep her voice that note lower and her tone a bit firmer as she puts away the electronic key, this time in the little front pocket of her vest while slowly approaching the bed, where the young woman lays, fingers twitching at her sides, fidgeting with the bedsheets, searching for a way to cool down that level of anticipation combined with that healthy dose of trepidation, all brought by the thickening sense of unknown that Alex exploits, deliberately emphasizing it with strategic long pauses.
"Usually, when someone arrives here late at an appointment, the first thing on the table..." She says, but instead of walking towards the bed, she takes a detour, approaching the showcase, and watching through the glass two particular items meant for a very specific practice.
A sense of longing nibs at her from the inside, making her fingers twitchy at the idea of opening the cabinet and pick up one of those two objects.
She resists, and turns towards the bed to meet Piper's gaze instead.
"...is punishment."
The look that crosses the young woman's face as she concludes doesn't certainly go unnoticed.
Alex takes it all it. Archives every little twitch of nervous fingers playing with the bed sheets, every little stutter in her breathing, but mostly the way those eyes, usually a blue as limpid as a summer sky, have suddenly turned many shades darker.
With a certain reluctance, she steps away from the showcase, leaving behind the riding crop displayed there, and that she made sure Piper saw her looking at it.
Honestly, receiving that look is almost enough to make her reconsider the option.
It's hard to resist the temptation to turn back towards the cabinet and open it to retrieve either the crop or the whip. Her palm itch so pleasantly just at the idea of holding the familiar leather handle. But...
"But I think I'll show a bit of clemency with you today," She explains forgivingly. "Given the extraordinaire circumstances and also considering that this is your first time after all. And I wouldn't want to... overwhelm you."
The flash of disappointment that crosses Piper's face is unmistakable and yet, her entire frame seems to relax a little. Contrasting emotions play at both ends, pulling her somewhere in between relief and discontentment. And, for a moment, Alex almost expects (kind of even hopes maybe) to hear her protest. Piper's lips even part, but then she closes them again, swallowing thickly.
"However," Alex continues before she can re-think about this whole much gentler approach. Because even though she hasn't planned to, doesn't matter how tempted she might have gotten now, especially upon seeing the expression on Piper's face when her gaze has shifted to that very specific item resting in the showcase, which might be an even further encouragement for Alex to retrieve it - she has no intention of getting into anything particularly intense for this first time. But it's also true that...
"It's still part of my duty to make sure you know exactly what is in store if you run late again and do not call ahead to inform me about it."
This time, much to her immense surprise, her "reprimand" earns her something more than just a guilty look.
"I-I was going to," The blonde protests in a rushed, awkward, defensive sputter. "B-but I couldn't find-"
For how entertaining it would be watching and hearing the young woman stumble once again all over her justification about the missing phone for a second time, Alex is not the one here who has to be entertained.
"Nuh uh." She promptly halts Piper with a disapproving click of her tongue. "I don't remember asking you to give me an excuse now." She tells her before arching a questioning, almost challenging eyebrow. "Or did I?"
Piper's mouth snaps shut obediently and her throat visibly bobs when she swallows one more time, even more thickly. But the newly provided moisture does nothing for her voice, which still comes out a bit raspy when she speaks.
"N-no," The blonde answers, only to correct herself an instant later with a more proper and much firmer "No, Mistress." even before Alex can give her a pointed look.
Hearing the flustered young woman correct herself so quickly makes it almost impossible for Alex to suppress the smirk that tugs at the corner of her mouth. But she also knows that showing how pleased she is with the blonde for remembering that rule about how to properly address her, in a way, is just another kind of... positive reinforcement.
Still, she can't deny her a proper praise, especially not in this crucial first phase of... Adaptation.
A simple, slightly purred "very good" works quite well.
"Now however," She continues, approaching the nightstand. "Unless you want to interrupt me again, I intend to show you how I, personally, used to handle latecomers like yourself."
With that, she reaches for the box of matches resting on top of the bedside table. She snaps one, strikes it, and uses it to light up one of the green tea scented candles that she had set there earlier when she was tidying up and preparing the room.
"I am going to take my time as well now," She stresses, extinguishing the match before getting onto the bed, reveling in the way the young woman's eyes seem to darken even further, turning almost into a midnight black when she concludes, deliberately lowering her voice even further until it resembles a deep, warning growl. "And I'm going to deliberately delay something that will make you beg for me to finish."
. . .
Alex climbs on the bed with all the lightness and elegance of a feline.
As predatory as a panther that has caught and cornered a tasty appetizer, and yet, also, somehow just as... playful as a domestic cat in the way she approaches her, quietly, slowly, stealthily as is a cat's nature. Savoring that moment of anticipation that is making Piper quiver with a dizzying mix of impatience and trepidation.
So torturous, and yet so unbelievably delightful all at once.
The calming smell of green tea and citrus lifting from the lit candle, for how pleasant in its subtlety, does very little to help her get a hold of her nerves.
If Alex's intention is to create suspense, she is definitely succeeding in rendering her a bit anxious, too, but... in the best of ways she didn't know such feeling could be experienced like. The kind that promises some glorious reward that'll make the excruciating wait so very worth it.
The tone in that deep, gently husky voice carries the heaviness of warning, one that it's delivered in full, but also one that her body - and more specifically her excitedly thrumming nerves - don't receive in the way her mind does upon hearing it. And that's probably because of how that tone clashes, in complete contrast, with the way those eyes, those stunning green gems - now turned a few shades darker (enough to have swallowed the flecks of gold that Piper might have noticed in a few occasions shimmering at the bottom of those lakes) maybe because of the dim lighting in the room - hold so much purpose, so many promises, and a silent reassurance that says everything about the raven-haired woman's intention and commitment in making all of this so very, very enjoyable for her.
The extremely comfortable foam mattress barely dips under Alex's weight, and when she settles just beside herself, elegantly propped on one elbow, legs just as casually crossed in front of the other, the first thing that Piper senses (even before registering the heat of that body now resting so close to her own and that makes her skin tingle all over with the new source of warmth) is that whiff that she catches in the air when the new, very close proximity makes her inhale a sharp breath through her nose.
She has been working with fragrances, experimenting with them, researching for new, exotic combinations since her R&D base of operation was limited to the countertop and stoves of her own kitchen in the old little apartment she lived during her college years.
But there is something in that equally tart and sweet smell, with that fresh hint that tickles at Piper's olfactory memory and makes her recognize it quite easily as white musk. So very delicate. It smooths out those other fragrances and balances them all together oh so perfectly, making of that scent something just... so utterly unique.
Which is quite fitting actually, considering that she has never met someone as intriguing as the woman who wears such perfume, now laying just beside her.
That intoxicating scent throws her back of a couple of weeks. Of when she first smelled it so closely.
A blend of orange blossoms and mature blackberries that had filled her lungs right before she tasted tea and honey and cinnamon - so pleasantly, slightly spicy - on her lips and tongue.
The reminder alone makes her mouth water and her breath catch a little in her chest when she tries to breathe a bit more slowly.
But while she might be able to control her breathing, there is no way to will her heart to return to a more acceptable rhythm that won't have it knock right against her ribcage, longing to free itself, burst right out of her chest with the force of all the emotions swelling inside it just upon remembering that kiss.
It becomes even harder, practically close to impossible, try to get a hold on anything that is happening inside of her when she sees Alex glance up and down her body with that look of contemplation. With that appreciating gaze dragging over every inch of her, taking her all in, as if picturing what she can't see just yet because of the bathrobe obscuring the view, with an intensity that makes another spark flare deep down in Piper's belly.
"I have to say," The sound of that deep, slightly husky voice only feeds that hungry, devouring flame. "I'm a bit disappointed by the attire." It's what Alex confesses, but before Piper can deflate and squirm a bit self-consciously at the unexpected comment and reminder of the bathrobe and the whole ordeal that brought her to wear it, the raven-haired woman speaks again, and this time, she offers her what is both a surprising, but also a not-so-unexpected compliment. "You have excellent tastes in clothing. You always look great in your professional attire. I appreciate immensely that kind of personal care. And... I admit that I would have deeply enjoyed rolling down the fine stockings you usually wear from these fabulous legs of yours."
The comment is accompanied by an even more blatant, thorough glance of unmistakable appreciation down her naked legs, and now... now Piper knows for sure.
She has the ultimate confirmation that she hadn't just imagined Alex showing a certain... interest in them during the couple of occasions they have spent more privately.
For how... odd, receiving that bit of information, hearing Alex compliment her... assets... out loud as if she has been meaning to do so for some time, gives this little yet powerful boost to her ego. And the swelling of confidence in her chest is distracting enough that it even helps in quieting down the turmoil of emotions still battling within her.
"But..." Alex continues, and just by uttering that simple word she also manages to re-ignite that sense of trepidation. "I'll also admit that I might be kind of pleased by the much easier access that the robe allows this way."
That's all the warning Piper gets before Alex's hand reaches out, settling on her mid-thigh, just where the bathrobe's hem has ridden up when she was laying down on the bed.
The touch alone, warm and so soft, but with that same firm confidence that Piper can feel being at the core of the gesture itself, is enough to send a shiver racing up her spine, raising goosebumps in its wake.
It's not the first time she has felt Alex's hand there. But the skin-on-skin contact, without even the flimsy layer of stockings to make the thinnest barrier, transforms that shiver into something more similar to a fuse that scalds her skin so sweetly until her entire body is lit up like a torch. Alive, reactive, and oh so ready for whatever is about to come next.
If she thought that the shower she took earlier had been the kind of warmth that she needed to get rid of the cold that had seeped into her bones under the rain, it's nothing compared to what that touch manages to melt and ignite inside of her.
The knot made with the thread of tension and nervousness and excitement that has been stuck so stubbornly in that space between her chest and throat, starts to unfurl. And maybe she would have been surprised to realize that it's just because of that touch alone...
...if it wasn't for how much she has been yearning to feel it. Yearning for Alex to touch her with nothing in between, ever since that moment in her office where the thinnest layer of stockings have been in the way between her core and those long fingers that are now trailing up the inside of her thigh, following the same familiar path that Piper still remembers and has replayed in her mind, along with that passionate kiss that left her feeling dizzy for entire minutes, more times than she'll never admit.
Alex's eyes find hers, so dark with the rawest purpose, and Piper's nerves might still be thrumming with the tendrils of that nervousness she doesn't think she'll be able to shake off completely just yet - even if the much more fiercely burning desire is managing to keep at bay the rest - but, almost out of their own volition, her hands reach for the bathrobe belt, and with just a little fumbling, she manages to untie that loose knot, letting the robe fall open ever so slightly as she half turns on her side, bending her other leg at the knee and granting a much easier... access, for that hand slowly trailing up the inside of her thigh.
It might have taken courage, and she might have used a great deal of that burst of confidence that has swelled in her upon hearing Alex compliment her so openly and so sincerely. But the best reward for being so bold, for showing such initiative, is the smirk; the sly little smile that stretches slowly on the raven-haired woman's lips, until it grows into a full grin that reaches her eyes with that same intriguing, sharp predatory fashion.
"Well..." Alex comments. "This is definitely the best invitation I've gotten all day."
She looks surprised, but at the same time she doesn't so much, but she is definitely, unequivocally, immensely pleased, especially when she finally reaches the juncture of her thigh and then, if possible, that grin widens even further.
"And the warmest welcome I've received, too." The raven-haired woman adds in that low purr that, combined with the proximity of that soft, warm hand so close to her core, makes Piper quiver with want.
Just a few inches (and Alex's insufferable, deliberate slow approach) keep them apart. But even without actually touching her directly is quite easy to tell, from the slick, warm moisture that has leaked out of her and smeared onto her thigh, that she is "So wet already."
The comment leaves Alex's lips like a mumbled growl. Like a thought that she has allowed pronouncing out loud just to watch her shiver some more at the bare explicitness of that remark itself.
There is just something in hearing it out loud that is just...
Of course, Piper already knew it.
She was very well aware of exactly how wet she's gotten in the past few minutes.
Embarrassingly so.
And it's with that same embarrassment flaring once more up her neck and on her cheeks with a vengeance that she realizes that she's gotten this aroused by simply remembering the... very private, intimate moment that she and Alex have shared that morning in her office, on her desk. But also by just listening to Alex's voice right now, while the raven-haired woman talked to her, gave her orders, and, most of all... praised her... for her obedience.
Alex surely is quite the eloquent type.
She has her way with words.
A unique... skill, in eliciting reactions just by using them that Piper would have never expected to experience. And definitively not with such intensity from her body.
Maybe it's a natural talent. Or maybe - most likely - Alex has seen and understood something about her that Piper herself has never figured out on her own, and is exploiting this new-found information at the best of her very expert capabilities.
"You have been thinking about this, haven't you?"
Having that question been thrown at her so suddenly makes Piper's cheeks flare instantly into an even brighter, warmer shade of pink. But the little, subtle smirk that shapes Alex's lips and reaches those green eyes making them sparkle as if she already knows the answer, is what makes Piper feel as if she might actually be combusting from the inside out.
Because she has been thinking about it.
In all the vivid details.
And has grown increasingly more frustrated each time her hand had slid under the waistband of her panties in an attempt to imagine how it would have felt, how it would have been like if that morning in her office they hadn't been interrupted by her assistant.
The question if Alex would have actually touched her, is one that still lingers in her mind. But she doesn't let that doubt spoil what might as well have become a new fantasy to add to the list.
Despite that knowing look glimmering onto those emerald lakes, however, Alex is clearly waiting to hear a proper answer from her. One that Piper - despite the new, scalding layer of embarrassment mingling even more dangerously with an even stronger surge of desire stirring deep down in her lower belly - doesn't delay to provide after struggling to regain some of her composure back - or as much of it as possible given the circumstances and the very distractive way that hand inches closer to her sex, making it quite difficult to focus on anything that isn't the increasing need to feel the pressure of those tingling fingers directly against her core but with a much firmer purpose.
She doesn't particularly trust her voice right now, but she has this nagging feeling that not answering would earn her something much worse than a mere look of disappointment. And, ultimately, not knowing what Alex would do with her if she doesn't, it's what motivates her the most, what makes her push past that anxiousness knotted in her chest and answer.
"Y-yes, Mistress." She admits at last, and, once more, just as unexpectedly as it happened the first time, in the moment she utters that truth out loud, just when she thought that embarrassment would have been all that awaited her, she gets instantly welcomed by that same unbelievably soothing, comforting wave of coolness that blows the heat of embarrassment far away.
That confession doesn't bring any trace of humiliation.
Because Alex didn't ask her that question to mock her, she is not here to shame her or judge her. Alex is here to help her open up and to satisfy those fantasies she has. And admitting that one that has been playing in her mind for a few weeks now, fills her with this... oddly empowering feeling that gives her the illusion to have a firmer hold of her own desire and more control of herself.
What really helps in making that surprising comfort seep deep into her though, is (once again) the smile she gets rewarded with for being "So honest" as Alex comments, looking oh so very pleased by her sincerity indeed.
But she is going to need something more than a smile of approval with the hand inching closer to where she is starting to throb with need.
"Don't worry," The raven-haired woman assures her then as if reading her mind, or - just like she has given proof of being so incredibly able to do so with such ease - reading her body is the case maybe, given the way she is barely holding herself back from rocking her hips to encourage that hand to hike higher up her thigh. "I intend to do something about this."
To emphasize her point, finally, suddenly, Alex erases those few inches of distance left and presses her palm right between her legs, cupping her sex. And Piper might have been waiting impatiently for it, but she is not one bit prepared for how it feels like having those long, teasing fingers slide along each side of her already swollen clit, applying a gentle pressure, that for how gentle and thoughtful it's really all it takes to make her eyes flutter shut and roll onto the back of her head, for a moan to rise from her chest and tumble past her lips, and, at last, for her hips to jerk forward with an instinct of their own, searching for more of that wonderful pressure as the rest of her body shudders with the current of electricity brought by the powerful, shocking charge of that first touch.
She thought-No. She was sure, that some relief was surely awaiting her in the moment Alex would have cut through those last few inches and cupped her in her hand like she just did.
But when that silent wish is granted to her, and that firm palm and those deft fingers finally come in direct contact with her core, the sudden, sharp ache that pulses between her legs makes Piper instantly realize that the touch, for how much comforting, is not going to bring any kind of relief on its own.
How naive of her to believe such thing even if just for a minute.
She needs movement.
And she needs it now.
"Mhm, that's right," Alex tells her and with the ache throbbing at the apex of her thighs, Piper is becoming less impressed with the woman's incredible ability in reading her so easily that it would be concerning weren't she so deeply grateful for those observation skills right now.
"I'm going to take care of you." She promises and even though that's all Piper wanted to hear, she can't help but notice the little glint shining into those emerald eyes when Alex tells her that, mirrored even in the smile that starts tugging ever so slightly at her lips, holding what is indeed a promise... But spiced with an unmistakable, worrying drop of mischief.
A dangerous duo that makes the smirk stretching on those rosy lips look even more devious.
And this time, it's Piper the one proven right almost immediately by such impression.
Because, true to the intentions kept in her words, Alex doesn't delay her promise any longer. But the rhythm with which she starts touching her is slow.
Turtorusly so.
Definitely not with the thoughtful intention of getting her accustomed to the touch standing behind the reason why.
But Piper shouldn't have expected anything less given the warnings she has received so explicitly and very clearly just a couple of minutes ago.
After all, this is supposed to be part of her punishment for the delay, she reminds herself.
But that is one of the lasts few coherent thoughts her mind manages to assemble together, because soon enough, a haze, made of desire, starts enveloping the rest of her senses, clouding anything else that isn't the nerves endings between her legs and Alex's patient fingers moving through the wetness that has already started gathering more abundantly there.
Because the pace might be unbearably slow, Alex touches her like she has all the time in the Universe, but the movement, the pressure of fingers against her clit, rubbing it in full, precise circles, is what balances the beginning of this torture made much more bearable by the reminder of all promises to come, rendering it so exquisite in its unique way.
Weeks.
She has spent weeks thinking, wondering, fantasizing about how Alex would have touched her.
How those fingers would have felt on her, inside her, and God... Now, even if some torture is what she must endure to find out, she is more than willing to do it.
Even if she has to hold back. Even if her muscles start to stiffen up again with the effort to do so. Even if keeping her hips from rolling, and biting into her bottom lip with self-restraint becomes almost painful.
She can sustain it. But... it's not something that passes unnoticed by the always so observant raven-haired woman.
"Patience. I have every intention to get you there." Alex assures, slowing down the movement of her hand between her legs just to get enough of her attention, even if the loss of a more consistent touch is almost enough to make Piper whimper with need.
"But before I do that," The raven-haired woman continues. "I want to show you that sex can be something much more than mere release."
Piper's heart does a flip in her chest, jumping halfway up her throat upon hearing that.
"Just relax, and breathe." Alex simply instructs her then and... Maybe it's the way her head has grown so light, her mind foggy almost, but... There is something so incredibly soothing in that deep voice.
Something warm and syrupy reflected also in that hinted smile that tugs ever so slightly at those perfect rosy lips, that seeps deep inside of her and, even though Piper couldn't believe it possible, just the sound of it, so sweetly husky and low, and the sight of that softer, mischief-free smile, is enough to make her body obey and quiet down the harsh, vicious demand for more pulsing greedily between her thighs.
The muscles on her back and shoulders start to relax as she follows the advice and exhales a long stuttered breath through her nose.
"That's better." Alex praises her again, with that same pleased purr that, combined with the feeling of her resuming drawing those delightful, full circles that are as precise as they are also unbelievably maddening, sends a string of even more powerful shivers down her spine.
"Good girl."
However, when at the next breath her eyes flutter shut and don't open right away but remain closed as she takes a moment longer to appreciate and focus on that touch, on how it stirs the desire curled up in her lower belly, that's when she gets reprimanded.
"Don't close your eyes..."
There has been that note of command in Alex's tone since the moment they have stepped foot into this room. And yet, there is that... unexpected return of a certain softness in her voice that maybe hasn't ever left it, just got subdued in order to get into this... character she is playing, and Piper, taken hostage as she has been by the turmoil of emotions raging inside of her, that she hasn't noticed it as strongly as she does right now, when those words are uttered. Not like a command. But more like a request. A reassurance. Once that Alex delivers in full, along with the most compelling truth of all.
"There is no reason for you to hide here."
She wasn't trying to do that. At least she doesn't believe so. Although... at an unconscious level maybe... she can't say for sure.
She has never shared something like this with anyone before.
No one of her previous excuses of lovers has ever taken the time to touch her like this, to watch her, learn her, like Alex is taking immense, sincere interest in doing and in making sure to archive every single reaction she manages to elicit from her currently incredibly responsive body.
This is all new for her, and she can't exclude that being watched might make her feel a bit squirmy even if a part of her (that same part that is starting to stir more loudly within her along with that need tightened like a spring coil deep down in her belly) feels a certain, unexpected... thrill at the novelty.
The assurance of having no reason to hide only increases that feeling, and she must admit that the comfort that such assurance brings is a lot better and much more welcoming than the darkness of the back of her own eyelids.
It still takes her some courage though, or maybe it's just adaptation in having someone touch her and watch her like this, with all the patience in the world, like not even Piper herself has taken the luxury to do; never indulged with such thorough care.
She tries not to think that Alex is actually paid, handsomely paid, to... provide this service to her, and just savors the moment as it is, getting closer to the answer of what sex, based on what Alex was telling her, is about.
Alex honestly looks like she could keep going at this speed forever. And, for how enjoyable (in a twisted kind of way) it feels to experience this slow torture, Piper isn't sure if she would be able to endure this for the same amount of time, especially knowing the sweet reward waiting for her once she reaches the peak. The same one she has been yearning for and hasn't been able to reach on her own for way too long.
She has weeks of pent-up release locked inside of her.
But even with the frustration of way too many unsatisfying orgasms weighting on her resolution, she has every intention to try to resist for as long as she can, and, most of all, she is going to savor it as thoroughly as Alex's touch itself, doesn't matter how much closer to insanity it brings her each little brush of those fingers circling her throbbing clit with the uttermost precision.
But teasing that little, sensitive bundle of nerves with that thorough circling motion it's not all Alex limits herself to do.
The raven-haired woman alternates between different touches displaying all the same expertise. Managing to make her crave more of every single alternative she comes up with, making her gasp and twitch and shudder whenever those fingers slide along each side of her and squeeze, rubbing and milking that tiny shaft while the tips curl and press ever so slightly against her entrance.
Piper can't even tell if the second half of that gesture is deliberate or not.
It's already incredibly distracting and just as unbelievably frustrating feeling that exquisite pressure there only to have Alex pull away in the same instant her hips rock forward, demanding for more.
But she believes she knows the (quite obvious) answer to that question when she sees that knowing little smile tugging at those full, generous rosy lips when Piper lets her legs fall slightly more open as a further invitation.
It's fruitless.
Not even the sight of her bathrobe falling down one side and revealing more of her navel and part of her breast for the new position is enough to convince Alex to grant her what she so obviously needs.
Those teasing fingertips return once again to her clit, even slicker than a few moments ago, and Piper finds herself stifling a moan when they resume that equally delightful and maddening circling motion.
But just like it's happened earlier when she closed her eyes for a moment longer - maybe out of embarrassment for being watched so closely or maybe just for the need to gather some of her composure and focus in order to endure better this exquisite endeavour - as soon as that choked up sound that she tries to suppress in the back of her throat slips from her lips, Alex reprimands her again.
"Let me hear you." The raven-haired woman tells her, and even this time, the way she says it, almost sounds like a request more than an order, even if there is still that note of authority laced in her tone.
"I can't learn you and know what you like most if you hold back," Alex explains to her and Piper might feel this little stutter in her chest in hearing that word, in having the confirmation that this is what Alex is currently doing. Learning her.
"I want to hear how much you are enjoying this," The raven-haired woman tells her, and then, as a further reassurance and encouragement "And if you are concerned that someone might hear you outside this room, don't worry, what happens between these walls doesn't travel outside."
The soundproof rooms are not what surprises Piper. The care and attention for even the smallest details, not to mention the thoughtfulness that Alex puts in keeping things as private and as confidential as possible with her clientele, are yet another trait of professionalism that Piper deeply appreciates in the woman and finds so very alluring. She has no problem admitting that... to herself. Just like she has never put in doubt the power of persuasion that Alex possesses.
But it's still remarkable the way Alex manages to catch her concern and reassure them with such ease, with just a few words delivered with all the comfort of an unexpectedly slightly softer tone.
Somewhere, distantly, in that part of her mind that is still somehow able to run coherent-enough-thoughts, Piper can't help but wonder if she was used to taking such approach with all of her contract clients when she worked as a full-time entertainer herself. Or if she has chosen this... tactic, with her, because Piper herself is a woman that relies on the spoken words and knows well the power of them when said with matching strength.
She wouldn't be surprised if it was a request from the client either, because that voice alone is enough to make her feel... many things.
But she didn't know that the extension of such an approach would have had such a powerful effect on her.
She never imagined that having someone talk to her during something so intimate could make the experience even more erotic than the physical act itself.
"Sex is more than just release." That phrase echoes in her mind from earlier, and maybe it's because she is slowly getting insane with need and burning up from desire, but she is starting to get that.
She's always been used to silent sex.
Where only the sound of sweat-slick-skin rubbing against skin and the occasional grunt or groan of pleasure would slip out. And, honestly, Piper didn't know what she should have expected from this. Alex hadn't told her anything about how her first encounter was going to be like, what it would have included...
But even if she knew, there is no way she would have been able to prepare herself for this.
Whether Alex actually thought about approaching her like this or is just being her usual self, the effects that this... method, is having on her, is undeniable. And far more intense than what Piper would have skeptically imagined it would be like if she had been told what awaited her.
Something so simple, yet thorough, careful, calculated. A dynamic of push and pull meant to test more than tease, but Alex still manages to do that. Deliberately holding back, keeping just that inch out of her reach what she really needs, and definitely taking so much delight in watching her squirm as she searches that elusive hand, or, at least, that's what the smile that tugs oh so subtly at her lips, spiced with that hint of mischief, is what suggests.
Alex brings her closer and closer towards the edge with those expert brushes across her clit, pressing ever so slightly against her tight, slick entrance, already twitching with the overwhelming need to just feel her push inside already, slowing down when her hips start lifting off the bed in search for more of that exquisite talented touch, trying to take it inside, and increasing the speed that bit more when she manages to hold more still instead.
And Piper tries, she really does, but her patience has a limit, and when it comes to experiencing something like this it's only a matter of time until she can't take it anymore, and her resolution to obey and hold back and prevent her hips from rocking forward more insistently shatters.
The frustration inside her grows tight, like the spring coil nestled in her belly, and as thick as the juices that she can feel run down the inside of her thigh.
Her clit throbs, her insides clench, her skin burns and she is starting to sweat with the effort it takes to not just... reach between her own legs and direct that hand lower, where she so desperately needs it, press those fingers inside herself and ride what she already suspect is going to be an explosive release.
She could do that, sure. But she knows that taking the initiative, this time, isn't going to work. Neither is demanding to be touched like she craves it is going to get her anywhere.
And yet, when she feels those fingers travel lower, sliding between her folds and press much more purposefully - but without actually pushing inside - her hope flares up.
The gesture tears a long moan from her throat accompanied by an instinctive lift of her hips as her eyes flutter shut for a moment, only to be greeted back by the sight of Alex smirking at her when she opens them again.
"You know," She says, thankfully without interrupting or even slowing down the slightly faster rhythm that her hand (mercifully) has picked up. "I'm usually quite intuitive, but if you have a specific request for hints I'm not currently getting... you might want to ask me. Directly." Alex informs her, and it would be concerning knowing that she is so easily readable by someone that is just a bit more than stranger to her, but right now the only thought that seems to flare in Piper's mind is how to obtain what will help in soothing that ache swelling deep inside of her.
"I don't always grant," The raven-haired woman adds warningly. "But... I can be generous. If you present me the question politely enough. And explicitly."
Of course.
She even smiles.
That sly smirk that is as annoying right now, arrogant almost, as it is so utterly, sinfully, ridiculously gorgeous.
She looks so in control, which makes her appear even more attractive than usual. Quite the accomplishment really. And it's just so incredibly infuriating.
Because while she is there whimpering and squirming, Alex knows exactly what she wants, dammit!
The same thing she has been thinking about ever since that day in her office.
The same thing she has unsuccessfully tried to re-create just with some memories and adding a bit of her imagination but has never managed to get a satisfying result by herself.
She wants those fingers, those long, talented, deft fingers to push past her opening.
She wants to feel Alex stretch her, thrust inside of her and drag every single shudder of her orgasm out until there will be nothing left of her but a twitching, shivering, slumping, panting wet mess.
The images flashing in her mind combined with the teasing stimulation on her clit - that, for how delightful, is not enough to satisfy that deepest need - is what makes whatever is remaining of her control crumble.
As Alex (not-so-subtly) hinted, there is only one way to convince her.
That stubborn resolution about resisting breaks, shattering for good when she feels those fingers slide lower, slipping so smoothly between her folds, and the tips push in, barely past her tight, clenching opening. She tries to cant her hips forward, but the only thing she is met with, is the resistance of Alex's other hand resting firmly on her waist, preventing her from taking her inside, and forcing yet another whimper of frustration past her lips for the denial.
Piper doesn't beg.
She is a woman of power. A figure of authority for her company. A woman who has realized her dream, built her business with her old friend, created her own fortune with her capabilities alone.
But... not here.
Inside this club, between these walls, inside this room, onto this bed, Alex is the one that holds those cards.
She is the authority.
She is the one allowed to order her around.
She is the one who gets to decide when and how and if she's going to make her come.
In here, Piper is relieved from her usual duties, stripped from any kind of power she knows and usually possesses.
From those worries and that facade that comes along with them and that she has to wear during the rest of the day, every single day.
And that's what makes all of this so liberating.
A part of her is anxious about letting go of that last restraint that she has imposed on herself and that keeps her linked to the world she knows and free-falling into this one instead. But... When her gaze drifts up, finding two piercing green gems gazing right back at her from behind dark-framed glasses, Piper realizes that she is not alone.
Alex is right here to show her the way. To lead her through it.
And the woman might have been testing her to an excruciating limit, but the reassurance of her presence, of knowing that she'll catch her if she shatters in more pieces that she can put together on her own, is what makes her let go of that last string that has been holding onto.
In the moment the first, soft, whimpered "Please" slips past her lips, she is surprised that there is no humiliation awaiting her. But just an unexpected feeling of welcoming liberation that instead of oppressing her with a tinge of heavy shame like she thought it would feel like, lifts her high up, light and free, like she never expected to feel in being so vulnerable, in showing so much need, in asking to be granted what she craves.
But, for how surprisingly comforting it feels like letting go of that part of her, Alex looks anything but impressed by that plea.
"Please what?" The raven-haired woman asks her with that same firm authority that might send another tingle down Piper's spine.
Because of course, for how polite, that word alone it's not even close to being a satisfying request standing there on its own.
Too simple.
Too little articulated.
She can do much better.
"I may grant what you ask for or I could deny it." Alex tells her, as predicted. "Either way, you won't know it until you ask me. Properly."
Easier said than done, truly.
Because even if Piper has let go of anything tying her to the certainties she knows, she soon realizes that her usual eloquence, the one that, along with her intellect, she uses every day to reach and close deals, is not a virtue that she seems to possess right now in these particular, exceptional circumstances.
But the need gnawing in her lower belly and throbbing more and more insistently between her legs, tightening even further that spring coil that is just about to snap inside her, is what makes her gather enough strength to put together just the three words she needs to make her request, and with it, finally embrace in full her role in this dynamic, accepting it with all the obligations it requires, and with it, accepting Alex as her supreme authority.
Freed from that persona that she can never drop in a professional life that is taking too much from her every day, showing a vulnerable needy side of herself that no one has ever seen before and that she wasn't even sure she possessed and was straining to come out like this, she begs Alex again.
"Please," She says, and despite her best efforts in keeping her voice steady and strong, that plea still comes out almost like a needy whine, just like the rest.
"Inside..." She asks then, feeling the light flush of a pleasantly mild embarrassment rise from her chest to tinge her cheeks, scalding them into an even brighter shade of red when she utters the most necessary word of all; the term that, even in the desperate state she's currently drowning onto, she knows it won't give her a chance if her request would lack of it.
"Please, Mistress."
It might be her first session, but she surely has gathered the importance of addressing Alex this way. And the ease with which that title already feels on her tongue and falls just as easily from her lips, as if it belongs there, is surprising in the best, most rewarding way.
Because, considering the way Alex's lips stretch slowly into that sharp grin of approval, Piper believes that she might get her request granted after all.
"So polite." Alex comments. "So well behaved already." And that low praising purr is almost too much to handle. The shivers that run down her spine upon hearing it only seem to add to the swelling tightness in her core that she is trying so desperately to keep at bay.
"I'm going to make it harder for you next time," Alex warns her, and Piper doesn't even dare to breathe for the moment that follows, caught in between anticipation, the pulsing need that is starting to overwhelm the rest of her senses, and the icy doubt that starts settling in her mind that uttering those three words - no matter how much effort it took - might not have been enough for Alex after all.
However, she's never been gladder to be proved wrong and have a doubt soothed like she is when Alex tells her, "But I think you have learned your lesson about what it means getting here late."
And Piper surely has. God she has! She doesn't try again to justify her reasons, having her request granted like this, with no preamble, no delay, no further exploring... is all that matters.
And maybe it's because of the long, insufferable, delightfully painful teasing and push and pull game that Alex has been testing on her for what seems like a short eternity, all with the purpose to put her need in this delicate balance she wanted it to be, but for Piper there is no way to describe how magnificent, gratifying, and glorious it is feeling those long digits abandon her clit only to go lower, rest against her twitching opening, and, at last, press inside her with purpose.
The sob of blissful relief that catches in her throat, stumbling upon her quickening, frantic heartbeat, and all of the emotions that have started to cramp inside her chest, is the most accurate, sincere and primal response that with the shock of electricity that races through her system when she feels Alex's fingertips stretch her entrance, push past it, and slide inside her oh so effortlessly, as a missing piece, fitting within her as...
The breath catches in her throat when the tips stroke against a particularly sensitive spot.
As if she belongs nowhere else but inside her.
Her body accepts her in with the most natural ease and tightens immediately around her with possessiveness.
Because now that she has her like she has been yearning to feel her for weeks, Piper is not going to give up that blissful fullness stretching her so exquisitely.
. . .
Velvet.
The walls surrounding Piper's core have the most welcoming, velvety quality.
Warm and enveloping and... tight.
So tight that Alex is left completely unable to move in the slightest when she first, carefully, always considerately despite the more than abundant wetness that she has found pooled there, pushes past the narrow ring of twitching muscles of Piper's entrance.
Her fingers slide inside meeting no resistance. But she has made sure - maybe even too much - that there would have been none to prevent her from pushing inside so easily. And now that she is actually buried as far as she can go, all she can think about, all she can feel, is how incredibly amazing the clinging heat surrounding her feels like.
A groan rumbles in her throat and Piper whimpers besides her, bottom lip caught between her lips, eyes closed and breath coming out shakily from her nose as she tries so hard to adjust to the new intrusion that she might have welcomed a bit too enthusiastically after the long teasing Alex has put her through.
There is so little room that she can barely move at first, but Piper seems to have reached that point where the stretch alone, and that slight painful sting brought doesn't diminish her pleasure but actually adds to it.
"Please," Piper begs her again, and the crack of desperation in her voice paired with the way those blue eyes instantly find her own as soon as she blinks them open, shimmering with overwhelming need, is way too much.
She has been so good, and Alex might have been able to resist for all this time, but upon seeing that look and feeling the matching desperation emanating from Piper's body, feeling the subtle ways it tries to coax her to move... it simply can't be ignored any longer.
Reluctantly, Alex withdraws her fingers from that clinging heat only to thrust them back in, and hearing the shout that gets instantly torn from the blonde's mouth - a little cry mingled with a sob of what is absolute relief - and feeling the way those velvety walls ripple enthusiastically around her at that first thrust, is what breaks whatever restraint she had imposed on herself in order to make this deliberately slow.
In order to get the leverage she needs and the adequate space to allow her hand to move more freely, she reaches out with her other hand and hooks it beneath Piper's knee, bringing her leg towards her and resting it on her waist. And, if the way the blonde immediately scoots even closer and clings onto her vest is anything to go by, she definitely appreciates this new position and the further closeness it brings them.
Piper's fist closes tightly around her vest, but Alex couldn't honestly care less about getting her clothes wrinkled right now when she is surrounded by that distracting, clinging, fluttering heat wrapped so exquisitely around her. It encourages her to reach a bit deeper, and when, at her next thrust, she succeeds, that's when she feels it, along with the way Piper shudders and moans and ripples around her in response when her fingertips brush against a hard, swollen spot resting against the front wall.
Compelled by that string of such intense reactions, and determined to leave behind the teasing, she starts thrusting with much more purpose than before, telling herself that it's because the young woman definitely earned it. She's earned some of the relief that slips past her lips in the form of moans and shallow gasps - and not because Alex herself is actually unable to resist any longer to draw more of those sounds from the twitching blonde already begging her for, "More... Please, more."
And... honestly, Alex would usually demand something more, too. A bit more of explicitness from a submissive client, but she has been teasing Piper for so, so long already that she uses that excuse to pull out only to thrust back inside with the addition of a third finger, and the resulting half-gasp of delight that such decision earns her, definitely doesn't make her regret it.
"Is this what you have truly been thinking about, isn't it?" She can't help but taunt the young woman, giving her just a few seconds to adjust to the new fullness inside her before starting to move. Withdrawing her fingers until only the tips rest inside, before thrusting back in as far as she can go and reveling in the way Piper clings harder onto her, as if needing an anchor to keep her grounded and not get dragged away by the current and waves of her own pleasure, which seems to be growing increasingly higher and more violent. Something that Alex is thrilled to incite further.
"Feeling me inside you like this?"
The answer comes right away, as a stuttered, strangled, oh so prettily flushed, "Y-yes!" that might even be the result of the slightly harsher thrust that follows.
The air is quickly getting hot and musky in the little space that they are sharing. She can smell Piper's light, sweet breath, the scent of the shower gel that she has given the blonde earlier and... a flowery note of perfume that has managed to not get washed by the rain and still clings to the young woman's golden hair.
She could be satisfied with that answer, she hasn't forgotten that Piper is at her first session after all and all of this might be getting a bit too intense for her, but the way she feels those inner muscles clench around her, feels the heat pouring out of that tight clinging heat and coat her palm, serves only as an encouragement for Alex, who decides to push a bit further.
"Since when? Tell me." She demands and even if she might already have her idea about it, she wants to hear Piper say it, she wants to keep pushing while giving at the same time, because she knows that the blonde might take a certain... enjoyment, in getting into this kind of talk, and not just because the results of questionnaire that she made her fill out confirmed as much.
"T-that morning..." Piper answers, struggling to push the words out in between moans and uneven breaths. "In... My office."
And there it is.
Alex smiles in satisfaction upon hearing the sweet confession she was hoping to receive.
She would be lying if she said she hadn't thought back about that day, too.
Maybe even more than just once.
She can't say if she would have gone through with... something more in that occasion.
She wasn't supposed to kiss Piper in the first place either and... She didn't in fact. Because, technically, Piper is the one who has kissed her first, but... she did respond.
Enthusiastically so.
Bringing up that event and knowing that the young businesswoman has been thinking - possibly even fantasizing about what happened that morning in her office - gives Alex the material she needs to urge Piper closer towards the edge of the precipice of pleasure she wants to watch her plummed into.
"Hadn't we been interrupted, I might have even decided to touch you," Alex tells her, deliberately lowering her voice into a deeper, huskier whisper and noticing immediately the way Piper shivers upon hearing it so close to her ear when she leans in. "Right there on your desk." She adds for emphasis.
The effect that her words have had so far has been interesting. Piper definitely seems to appreciate listening to her talking, and even if (so far) she hasn't said anything particularly naughty, Alex thinks that this occasion might be the perfect one to test how the blonde reacts when she pushes for... something a bit more... explicit.
"Maybe I would have been gentle," She says, bringing her thumb to rest on that swollen, throbbing little bundle of nerves and reveling for the way Piper's mouth falls open and the most exquisite moan fall out with a shudder when she starts circling it in addition to the steady thrusts of the fingers buried deep inside that velvety, fluttering heat.
Alex can't help but smirk in satisfaction, because the young woman is just so incredibly, amazingly responsive...
"Or maybe I would have spun you around and bent you over it-" She continues, adding a bit more of force of her wrist behind her thrusts and watching in pure delight the way the young woman starts shaking, panting, clinging harder onto her as if preparing herself for an impact when Alex curls the tips of her fingers over that sweet spot she has found earlier. "-tore your stockings open and filled you up from behind."
She concludes with a growl and a particularly harsher thrust and...
That's it.
It all happens so incredibly fast.
But, at the same time, it also unfolds before her in slow motion.
Slow enough for her to catch the way Piper arches onto her, while pushing her hips forward, taking her as deep as she can as her entire frame goes impossibly stiff.
Eyes shut tightly, mouth falling open and muscles tensing up - like an elastic band getting ready to snap - in anticipation for the crash that Alex should have sensed coming.
And a part of her did.
She felt the way those inner muscles had starting fluttering more and more frequently around her fingers.
She has felt the urgency of those hips rocking more and more insistently against her hand, eagerly meeting her thrusts and greedily taking everything she was giving.
Maybe it has been the... colorful images that she has just put into the young woman's head, the possible outcome of how their encounter could have evolved into, or maybe it has been teasing the kind of... rougher treatment she knows the blonde might be "inclined/willing to experiment" as she had scribbled nervously in answer beside the relative list on the questionnaire... or it could be the way her fingertips have brushed against that swollen, extremely sensitive spot against her front wall what has played the crucial part in pushing her over the edge like this.
All Alex knows for sure, is that she can't go back now.
She can't backtrack and reach out and grab Piper's hand to help her regain her balance when she is already falling down that precipice.
All she can do, is watch as the young blonde woman plummets to those depths, arching into her touch, taking her fingers as deep as possible and shout her release to the ceiling. And then, Alex's only concern is to make the pleasure coursing through the young woman's system last for as long as she is capable.
She isn't even too disappointed by the unexpected powerful release.
The sight unfolding before her doesn't make it possible.
So raw and honest and... breathtakingly beautiful.
A tingling like sensation spreads inside her chest upon watching Piper come, trashing and gasping and just letting go of any other remain of whatever concern and that has been holding her back until this very moment.
Blue eyes so impossibly deep and lustful flutter open by a slit, but they find hers immediately, and just a heartbeat before the second wave of her orgasm can crash into her and drag her far, far away, she reaches out with one hand.
Long, slender fingers card through her black hair and pull her close, and Alex might have even noticed the way that dark gaze had drifted - for an instant - down on her lips, but...
When Piper drags her into a kiss with a need that should only be reserved for oxygen, she doesn't pull back, she doesn't lean forward either, but she doesn't resist it.
She just... let it happen.
She lets those lips press against hers. But... she also opens her mouth and dips her tongue inside Piper's, swallowing the whimpered moans that rise from the young woman's chest and meeting it with a groan of her own.
With the way those inner muscles are squeezing around her, milking her fingers, rippling and clenching so delightfully, it's difficult not to get raptured into the moment, and for that couple of seconds, she is powerless to do anything but plunge in the same depths she has dragged Piper onto.
And it's wonderful.
That... tingling feeling in her chest flare onto a burst of warmth that expands when Piper mewls in her mouth shivering against her, pressing her body further against hers, seeking for an impossible closeness until all that Alex can feel is a moist warmth, of that naked sweat-slick heated skin, of the thick juices running down her hand, and the sweetness that she finds inside Piper's mouth.
It's truly breathtaking.
But...
A warning bell goes off in her head.
...But it's also forbidden.
And as soon as she is able to hear that alarm, she immediately tears herself away from the blonde with a reluctance that leaves a scratch behind.
Like pulling off a band-aid too fast and in the wrong direction from a wound that has not yet healed.
The sharp sting lingers, it's not easy giving up the compelling warmth of that mouth, the way Piper surrendered to her dominance so completely, but she does her best to ignore it, as much as she does with the whimpers of disapproval that leaves the young woman's soft lips, focusing instead on the gasped moans and shudders of pleasure that she draws out from that arching, twitching, spasming body with each pump of her fingers and each calculated stroke over that extremely responsive spot she can barely reach with the added thickness of that third finger making it harder for her to get that half inch deeper, but it surely doesn't stop her from trying and find other ways to prolong this bliss, and she has every intention to keep going until the blonde beside her won't be reduced to a quivering, panting mess.
"That's right," Alex whispers encouragingly, wiggling her fingers inside that clinging heat and, at the same time, rolling the pad of her thumb over the little bundle of nerve throbbing in time with those rippling inner walls. "Give me everything you got."
. . .
The force of that orgasm catches Piper completely off guard.
It's harsh, crashing.
And she is not one bit prepared when she gets assaulted by that first devastating wave.
Unable to suck in a breath at the last moment, she drowns powerlessly under it, leaving her gasping for air that simply won't fill enough her burning lungs.
It's exhausting, draining. And absolutely everything that she has been trying to achieve for these past few weeks every time her hand has wandered below her navel, sneaked under the band of her underwear in search for the kind of relief that simply wouldn't come to her.
And now that she has it, she drinks it all in and lets it consume her from the inside with all the glorious, vicious, unstoppable fury of a tidal wave.
What truly completes it, however, what makes the pleasure spreading across every single nerve endings and seep into her bloodstream, sending her body into a frenzy, is the softness of those lips.
The warmth of that mouth, the feeling of that tongue sliding along hers with dominance, while those impossibly nimble fingers curl inside her, dragging shudder after shudder of pleasure out of her quivering core.
But...
It doesn't last.
Piper doesn't even have a chance to properly savor it for even half of the time she would have been capable of holding her breath.
Alex tears herself away from her, and she is left to mourn the loss of the sweet warmth of that mouth on hers, even if the pleasure coursing through her system and the comfort brought from having Alex's strong, unyielding frame which she can cling onto, soothes that loss and makes up for it, allowing her to ride through the last few waves of what is definitely the most intense orgasm she's had in...
In so long that she can't even remember.
She uses the leverage or her leg hooked onto Alex's hip to help herself rock forward. Efficiently enough that, combined with the force of the strong wrist pumping those fingers inside of her at a steady, unwavering rhythm, she manages to get them that half inch deeper.
Or maybe she is just canting them shakily and Alex, just like she has been doing till now, is still the one in controlling of both the pace and the depth, balancing them in the most enjoyable way.
She gets lead back down from her height with the sense of vertigo that comes with an actual change of altitude. She gasps and pants in the same way too, still trying to get a sip of air that would satisfy the demand of oxygen in her lungs, an doesn't matter how smooth Alex tries to make that descent for her, in between the lack of air and the exhaustion starting to settle in her aching muscles, a sense of euphory and dizziness are the two main side effects that she notices first thing when her orgasm, after what seems like a short eternity, starts to die down. Fading onto much gentler waves of aftershock.
By the time she dares to open her eyes, she is not even surprised to find out that the first sight that greets her when she blinks the blurriness away and regains some focus, is the one of Alex watching her.
With that trademark smirk slowly, gradually tugging further up the corners of her mouth.
"Well... I have to say," The raven-haired woman starts when even the final shudders of the aftershock begin to fade into occasional twitches and weak little flutters around those fingers still buried inside of her. "That was unexpectedly fast."
Despite the comment that should have probably come out with some disappointment, that smile tugging at the corner of Alex's lips says all another story.
She looks (and sounds) quite pleased actually by her incredibly flustered, messy, panting... appearance.
And why wouldn't she?
This is the result that her attentions brought her to, even if (as she said) much (embarrassingly) faster than expected.
Still, not even the few traces of her orgasm still coursing through her system or the doesn't stop her from apologizing, that same stubborn heat from start burning inside of her with consuming embarrassment, because yeah it has been so fast that her head might still be spinning a little with that sense of vertigo.
"I'm sorry," The apology comes out slurred, uneven, just like her shallow breathing. "I just... I couldn't hel-"
"It's okay..." Alex interrupts her shaking her head in reassurance, and for the first time, Piper is actually glad for the interruption. Because she doesn't know if she would fair well with the heat of embarrassment blazing on her cheeks yet again, especially in her current conditions.
"I dragged it for too long," Alex recognizes surprisingly taking fault for something Piper definitely doesn't blame her for. "But... with the proper training you'll be able to last much longer," She assures before explaining to her that "My intentions for today was to test your..." She pauses, pensively, before concluding with the slightest hint of a newly forming smirk. "Let's call it resistance. And even if I intended to do so in another way, I've still been able to draw an adequate conclusion about it judging on your... performance."
In between all the little things she is starting to learn about the mysterious, intriguing sex-club owner, there is certainly how much she seems to enjoy playing with words in such a smart way.
Still, not knowing if (with all the fog that is still there obfuscating her mind and making a bit difficult to put thoughts and words together just yet) she understood and caught the whole explanation correctly, Piper asks for clarification. "Are you saying...?"
"I'm saying," Alex promptly summarizes. "That you are more of a sprinter right now. But there is all the potential to make of you a... marathon runner." She even quips, once more showing a glimpse of that very clever humor, and the reason why Piper starts laughing might be because of that joke, or the fact that she still feels a bit euphoric, in that lightheaded way that makes her blissfully carefree and breezy, or a combination of both. "That's it if you are interested, of course," Alex tells her.
And Piper wants to answer that yes, she would definitively want to try this slow glorious torture again if the result is going to be just as rewarding as the orgasms still tingling through her system but then...
She gets... distracted, by the delighted smile that stretches on Alex's lips.
Her attention is drawn right to it, and when her gaze falls on Alex's mouth, it's not something that passes unnoticed.
It's too late to divert her gaze and pretend it had never landed there. The reminder of the kiss is as fresh as the new surge of warmth that seeps out of her, leaking around Alex's fingers upon remembering it, feeling her own lips tingle at the memory.
And it seems like Alex has just been thinking about that too, if the way those emerald eyes drop on her own lips for a moment before meeting her gaze again. But, when it does, the last thing Piper expect, is seeing the way that smile drops, just a little, as Alex's expression turns unexpectedly more serious for a moment.
"You haven't read the rules, have you?"
Piper instantly frowns, confused, feeling almost drowsy as if she has just been pulled out from a long, deep, millennial slumber. "What?" She asks, trying to shake herself more awake or at least will away the fog lingering in her mind.
Alex's eyes narrow behind the lenses of her glasses, but it's more of a half-hearted reprimanding look than one meant to properly scold like she has done earlier.
"We aren't supposed to kiss."
Piper instantly stiffens up upon receiving that information.
She wasn't sure what Alex was aiming at with that previous, confusing question about the contract's rules.
But this is not what she expected to hear, at all.
It's startling. Like receiving a slap that brings her mind back to reality at once, even if her body is still clearly caught into that grasp of pleasure she doesn't want to give up just yet, just like the long fingers still resting deep inside of her.
Heat flares on her chest and neck and cheeks, but this time it's not out of embarrassment for remembering what she has done, but it's actually a much more uncomfortable, flush of uneasiness, of worry, in knowing that she has broken one of the rules in the contract.
But... Then she remembers the soft pressure of those lips, the warmth of that mouth, the way Alex's tongue had wrapped around hers so easily...
Right before she pulled away...
Her heart jumps with nervousness up into her throat. But even with that feeling stuck there, she has the urgency to apologize, even if...
Even if there is no itch of regret bothering her.
"I'm sorry, I-I..." She pauses, swallows, diverts her gaze guiltily just before lying oh so blatantly. "I... forgot... about that rule."
Luckily, she doesn't have to add anything else that Alex shakes her head dismissingly, soothing her worries with another sincere reassurance.
"Don't worry too much about it, kid." The nickname catches Piper off guard, mostly because they are still into this room, and she is still inside of her, but the newfound lightness in Alex's voice seems to suggest what might even be a drop of the role she is supposed to cover, at least temporarily.
"You got caught up in the moment," Alex says understandingly, and oh... Piper sure as hell did.
"Besides," Alex adds a moment later with the same comforting lightness. "I can hardly consider it an insult."
The smile that is offered to her then is what reassures Piper the most. The thing that fully soothes that lingering doubt about possibly being in trouble for not respecting the contract's rules.
One very specific rule that she swears she hasn't seen anywhere.
Unable to look at Alex any longer with that knowledge, and before her gaze can have a chance to drift lower to those smiling lips, Piper diverts her eyes, looking around the room as if reminding herself where she is and what this is supposed to be about, and she can't help but wonder - since her sense of orientation seems to be a little off, like the one of a demagnetized compass - how long it has passed, for how much time Alex has been teasing her until she physically couldn't resist a second longer.
"Don't worry," Alex tells her when she notices her looking around as if searching for a random clock among the array of toys on the nearby showcase. "You have all the time you want to recover," The raven-haired woman assures her, once more demonstrating that supernatural ability in reading her mind.
"Or maybe I could..." She adds, pausing and accompanying whatever thought she has in mind with a gentle, careful, yet suggestive wiggle of the fingers still resting deep inside of her. "...test your resistance some more."
And Piper might still feel a bit sensitive, but there is no way to contain the groan of that slips past her lips when she feels those fingers move inside of her, or deny the way her entire body lits up at the prospect of another round as if she hasn't been drained from everything she had barely two minutes ago.
"I want to." She admits at last because oh she sure would love to go for another dizzying spin. "But... I'm not sure if I can actually do it again."
"Really?" Alex asks her, eyebrows knitting together in a skeptical frown. "Because I would be delighted to prove how wrong you are about that."
That confidence has a solid base, and Alex's ego might even swell further when, in the moment she moves the fingers still resting within her, Piper's eyes flutter shut and a shuddering moan gets torn from her throat as her inner walls ripple in approval around those long digits at the simple gesture.
"Unless you truly can't take it anymore and have a specific word you want to tell me." Alex hints, stilling the movement inside of her and searching her face for signs of an exhaustion, of a need to recover that might be too heavy to overcome so soon after riding through that particularly intense climax.
And yeah, Piper might be spent, she might be even a bit sore, but there is no way that she is turning down one of the mind-blowing orgasms of the caliber that has just been offered so generously to her. And even if she there is no way her body is willing to let go of the exquisite fullness still stretching her so intimately, even if it could possibly mean lose consciousness upon reaching that peak again.
At last, in between the contrasting sensitivity located in her most intimate zone, and the undeniable need that is already starting to unfurl once again in her lower belly, Piper surrenders to the renewed, pulsing desire.
She swallows and looks Alex right in the eyes before answering as firmly as she can, which is quite the challenge given the way her voice is still laced with that breathy quality - result of the very recent orgasm that took everything from her. "I want to, Mistress."
Those stunning green gems study her attentively, and Piper bares herself open to that piercing gaze as Alex, once again, searches for even the most minimal trace of doubt or reluctance that is simply not there to find.
"Very good." Alex nods then when she has her confirmation. "But just so you can have the time to properly re-adjust, I'm starting slow." And Piper almost wants to tell her that she could have used that warning earlier, when she was struggling to hold back against that deliberately teasing touch, but... there is something so thoughtful in that assurance that soothes some of the doubt that might have been lingering in her mind.
"I don't think you are going to need this anymore," Alex tells her eyeing the almost completely opened bathrobe that she is still wearing. Piper glances down at herself where the robe has slid off her side and... She might be a bit nervous about letting go of this last piece of clothing covering her naked body, especially considering that Alex is still fully, impeccably dressed, but...
There is something appealing to all this.
It accentuates the contrast between them, putting on an even neater display their respective roles.
And so, without diverting her gaze from her, with a shaky hand, she reaches out and starts tugging the rest of the robe off her shoulders, shrugging it off her, feeling her cheeks heat up as she undresses completely despite the cool shiver that brushes her skin when she catches the difference of temperature in the room. It's quite pleasant though. And it counterbalancing that warmth scalding her skin like a gentle breeze.
"Mhm. That's better." Alex comments as she reaches out with her free hand.
Long talented fingers draw a path from her clavicle, tracing the side of her breast, climbing down the ladder of her ribcage and making the sensitive skin there tickle under that feather-light touch, before that hand comes to rest just as lightly on her hip, stopping there and cupping the jut of the bone while her eyes keep scanning further down.
Alex shakes her head and releases a long breath through her nose, tongue darting out to wet her lips. "So beautiful."
Piper has been called that before, but the way Alex looks at her, seeming to memorize every curve every dip and every little flawed mark on her skin, makes her realize that no one has actually ever looked at her with this... this scorching intensity that is hot enough to make her skin burn.
Sure, Alex might be paid to care for her pleasure and satisfy her fantasies.
But she is not paid to fake this kind of interest in complimenting her. And right now, in her look, in those emerald eyes shimmering with flattering delight for the sight before her, there is nothing but the uttermost sincere appreciation.
That spring coil of desire that has re-formed and curled up in Piper's belly, tightens some more in front of that piercing look, and when she squirms under it, surprisingly, it's not with self-consciousness due to her (apparently very much appreciated) nakedness. But for the need that is starting to pulse lower, right against the palm still cupping her so intimately.
"I..." She pauses, swallows, sucking in a shuddering breath in a futile attempt to get a firmer hold on those slippery sensations. "I think I might be ready for more."
"Mhm, I can feel that," Alex purrs. "But I'm not sure I am ready just yet." She remarks.
"So tell me, who do you think here decides when to start?"
Maybe it's the need to get back to their previous, established dynamic after the short pause following her previous release, when Alex has allowed herself to get a bit more gentle. Either way, Piper isn't disappointed to hear that tone of authority return in that deep, exquisitely husky voice. And she doesn't even have to think too much about whether she should answer and how.
"Y-you do, Mistress." She stutters, but only because Alex chooses that exact moment to start moving inside of her again.
Aqua-green eyes find hers, glinting with the same mischief showing in her sly smile.
"That's right." She agrees approvingly, and with that and a pleased smile, Alex doesn't wait any longer to pick up a rhythm of full, long, deep thrusts that get Piper easily and quickly accustomed, even if she still has to resist the temptation to let her eyes flutter closed and roll onto the back of her head in delight.
She keeps them open and locked with Alex's instead.
And if they happen to drift lower - to those smirking lips, for example - catching the glint of sharp teeth, Piper bites down on her own, closing her fists tighter and tighter around the sheets beneath her when the urge of reaching out and slip her fingers through that impossibly soft dark hair and pull the woman down for a kiss becomes stronger. Especially when Alex flips her onto her back and settles between her (automatically parting) legs, spreading herself wide open in an enthusiastic invitation, assuming an incredibly vulnerable position that allows those deviously talented fingers to reach even deeper inside of her and brush repeatedly over that amazing spot discovered against her front wall.
Her body arches onto Alex's touch and it's then, when her torso pushes forward, that she gets an unexpected taste of the sweet warmth of that mouth again.
Without warning, urged by either improvisation or personal curiosity, Alex dips her head, and with a low growl, using her free hand to cup the underside of one of her small breasts, she leans forward and takes the rosy tip of her hardened nipple between her lips.
There is no containing the shudder that races down her spine or the moan that gets torn from her throat when Alex sucks her into her mouth. Tongue rolling over her nipple and testing the sensitivity there by dragging her teeth across the stiff tip in a way that makes her clit throb with jealousy.
And even like this, even with those lips sealed around her, she can still feel it.
That pleased, infuriating, gorgeous smirk pressed against her breast.
Alex is going to torture her again.
Even more mercilessly than before probably.
Because now she has all the rest of her body to use as a canvas to test her touch and list every little reaction that she is going to elicit from her.
But Piper already knows it...
She already knows that even if she has to go through the insufferable teasing again, the hot, husky, dirty things that Alex is surely going to whisper to her - no doubt taking huge delight in the way she'll react to each single suggestion breathed with that exquisite deep voice in her ear - even if she has to beg her again in order to come...
...those are the things that have contributed in making her first spin so wonderful, magnificent, and absolutely glorious. Setting the standard of pleasure to a much higher level that is going to test her resistance once more, and push her towards the brink of unconsciousness when Alex is going to lift her up to that peak again.
I told you guys it was going to be a long one... So, the first session and Piper has already broken one of the rules, and Alex (surprise surprise!) is an insufferable tease ;) I know... So am I sometimes :P This was quite light yeah, but remember that it is just Piper's first time and Alex didn't want to overwhelm her. Although... now that she has seen how eager and obedient her new, submissive client is... :D
