Chapter Nineteen

Fenton paced in his office, mulling over Kevin's conversation with Alexis. Friday had come, and he knew she'd be arriving at the club soon. Before he saw her, needed to figure out how he was going to handle this new development.

She was working undercover at the club. She had to be. There simply wasn't enough time in the day for her to be elsewhere on an undercover job. It also explained why she'd been so dogged about staying at the club. Why she'd been hopping from Dom to Dom without playing. She wasn't there to play. She was looking for something.

Of course, she'd played with him. Several times, and she'd even suggested that they push their boundaries further. Was that part of her undercover job, too? Did she think she'd learn something by screwing around with him? If that was the case, he wasn't sure he wanted to keep playing with her. Much as he had grown to love every second of her writhing beneath his touch.

He knocked back the tumbler of Scotch. He rarely allowed himself to drink while working, and never allowed himself more than one drink. In his position it was dangerous to lose control of his senses. He was already dealing with shit from Moreno for all their failed deals.

Realization struck and he smacked the glass tumbler onto his desk so hard he was surprised it didn't break. Alexis. Was she responsible for the leak?

There was a brisk knock at the door before Alexis stepped in, dressed to the nines as usual in a silvery blue, skintight dress that hugged every curve and perfectly matched the collar sparkling around her vulnerable neck. He hadn't been prepared for that shock to his chest that seeing her wearing his collar had elicited.

She looked at him almost shyly, her eyes flicking to meet his and then down to the floor as she shut the door behind her. "Hi." A small, nervous smile tugged at her lips.

The vulnerability and submission in her face was his undoing. That frustration and anxiety still swirled in his stomach, but it was softened somewhat by a different sensation, something that made his heart flip flop and made him feel an overwhelming urge to kiss her. Kevin, for once, was in totally agreeance with Fenton's feelings. The detective kept flashing images through his head of kissing her, holding her close, petting her hair and telling her own gorgeous she looked. And if Fenton did any of those things, he wouldn't be able to determine if it was him or the detective on his shoulder saying those things.

Which was the most dangerous part. He never should have allowed Kevin to call her.

He forced something like a smile to his face. "Hey, pretty girl."

"Ready to get started?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Come sit with me for a minute."

He led her to the chaise lounge and, rather than offer her the spot next to him, he guided her to sit in his lap. Her arms automatically circled his neck, and he felt Kevin sigh at the familiar choreography of the moment. Fenton shook it off.

"We haven't really talked about your progress in a while. How are you liking the club so far? Being a sub? Have you found what you're looking for?"

He watched her expression change, her gaze shifting away from his face to down in her lap. "It's good."

He gripped her chin, perhaps more roughly than he'd needed to, and forced her to look at him. "Care to elaborate?"

Her eyes slid away from him again.

"Eyes on me, pretty girl."

They snapped back to meet his gaze.

"Is there anything you'd like to say to me?" he asked.

She swallowed then licked her lips. "I like being your sub."

"Why?" His grip became harsher.

Color spread across her cheekbones. "It makes me feel free. Strong. Beautiful. Better than I was before."

Her response took him aback. He'd told Kevin the same thing when they'd been arguing about calling her. This wasn't the response of someone who was lying, who was using him or faking her submission. Again, some of that frustration cooled. He let go of her chin, instead stroking his fingertips down the line of her jaw and then down the slope of her neck. "I'm glad to hear that."

She leaned into his touch, her posture relaxing. Fenton wondered if it was possible for her to be lying to him and giving her genuine submission. Kevin reminded him that Alexis wasn't the only liar in the room.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"Huh?" A crease appeared between her eyebrows.

"Anything else you want to say to me, pretty girl? Anything on your mind?" He gently tugged on a stray curl. "Anything you've not been telling me?"

Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before her mask fell back into place. She was caught. She knew it. And she knew he knew it, too.

"What do you think I'm hiding from you?" she asked.

He sat back, putting some space between them. "You tell me."

After a beat, she shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He gritted his teeth and took a breath. "When we first started these sessions, you told me you didn't trust me enough to tell me why you kept coming around. Do you trust me enough to tell me now?"

She frowned, then sighed. "You want to know the truth?"

"Obviously."

"Well, the truth is that I was looking for someone to help me get over my ex-boyfriend. You know, the one I told you about. That's why I came here."

"That's it?"

She nodded. "I wanted a Dom to help me get over him, but I was too nervous to pull the trigger on doing a scene. So… you really helped me. This arrangement, it's been great for me."

His eyes narrowed. She was lying to his face. He knew it. And it hurt more than he'd ever admit that after all the time they'd spent together, she'd still lie to his face instead of trusting him.

"Do you not believe me?" she asked, her expression hardening.

"No, I don't."

"I'm telling the truth—"

"Not the whole truth."

Her jaw tensed as she stared at him, matching his stubborn determination with her own.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." The words slipped through his lips before he'd thought twice about them, and he could have kicked himself. Had he really just told her he'd confess a secret? That was about the dumbest thing he could have—

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing," he said quickly. She watched him warily, trying to read him. He attached that bored expression to his face, like he couldn't care less and wasn't second-guessing every decision he'd made since she'd shown up in the club.

If she still didn't trust him enough to tell him the truth after everything they'd done, and she didn't trust Kevin after they'd made up, then she definitely wouldn't trust him if he told her the truth. That these two men who affected her life in such different ways were actually the same person.

"So, is that all we needed to talk about?" she asked.

"You're awfully eager tonight."

"Should I not be?"

He didn't have a response to that. Christ, he was a mess of tells. And he honestly couldn't tell whether the tells were his or Kevin's. He needed to get himself under control. He needed to get that detective shoved to the back of his mind, where he belonged.

"Guess we'd better get started then," he said, guiding her off his lap. "Make sure you get what you came here for." He took her hand, leading her out of the office and into their playroom.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Just peachy." He shut the door behind him and turned to face her.

"You know, Fenton, if you don't want to do this…" she trailed off, then shrugged. "Well, you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I can find somebody else."

He bit back a snarl as he stepped closer to her, keeping intense eye contact. She stared back at him, a challenge in her gaze. Fucking minx.

"Is that what you want?" he asked. "You want a new dom?"

She shook her head. "I want you. But only if you want me, too."

"You think I don't want you?"

"You never answered my question, you know. About pushing our boundaries. And now you're looking at me like you're afraid to touch me."

Shit. She was seeing too much. He stepped back, resisting the urge to remove his glasses and rub his face in irritation. "Maybe I don't want to lose control again."

"I trust you."

He almost laughed out loud. She didn't trust him for shit. "Don't lie to me, Alexis."

She stepped close again, and he found himself stepping back to maintain some distance. His back hit the door. "I know you won't hurt me," she insisted.

"That's not the same thing as trust."

She stopped, blowing out a breath. Her cheeks were pink with frustration. "Enough talking in circles. Do you want to play or not, Fenton? That's why I'm here. That's our arrangement. Do you want me or not? Because if you don't, that's fine. I'll just go back downstairs and find some other—"

Fenton gripped her arms and spun them around, pushing her against the door with probably more force than was strictly necessary. He gripped her chin. "You are playing with fire, pretty girl."

Her pupils dilated as she met his gaze. "Then burn me."

Fuck.

Blood rushed to his cock so fast it made his head spin. She might be lying to him, using him for God knows what, but he would make damn sure that she knew who was in charge. Because liar or not, she still belonged to him. And he would make certain she never forgot it. She wanted to get burned? He'd fucking brand her.

"Take off your clothes," he told her in a low voice, stepping back to watch.

She looked confused. He usually undressed her himself, and he could see that she wasn't prepared to strip for him.

"Now, pretty girl," he snapped.

She made quick work of the dress, slipping it over her head and depositing it on the floor at her feet and stepped out of her shoes. She was wearing another lingerie set that made his mouth water, all white satin and baby blue lace that looked fucking to die for against her creamy skin and matched her collar. He stepped closer, barely resisting the urge to worship her body with his mouth. He let his fingers tickle over the thick lace at the top of her stockings and up to the garter belt that hung snug around her hips. "This is new."

"Do you like it?" she asked, eyes wide and guileless, her voice just this side of needy.

"Mmm." He let his fingers skim up her sides and over her shoulders. He dropped a kiss against her milky skin, right where her neck met her shoulder. He dragged her bra straps down her arms so that the top of her breasts peeked out from the satin-lace creation. "I gave you an order, gorgeous," he whispered in her ear. "Clothes. Off."

She tensed. "All of them?"

He considered her lingerie choice. "Leave the garter belt and stockings."

"Fenton—"

"I'm not gonna wait all night." He stared back into her wide eyes, not giving an inch. She broke his gaze, confusion pinching at her expression, and with a deep breath, she slowly unsnapped the garter belt just long enough to slip her panties down her slim legs. She stepped out of them and reclasped the belt before reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra. It felt to the floor next to her panties, and Alexis stood in front of him, wearing nothing but her collar, stockings, and garter belt, looking self-conscious and vulnerable and somehow more delectable than she had before.

"Stand up straight," he said. "Shoulders back."

She complied, then hunched forward a bit as she realized that the posture pushed her breasts up and forward. She slouched back down, crossing her arms over her chest self-consciously.

"Stop." He yanked her arms down at her sides and pushed her shoulders back. Her pretty pink nipples brushed against his jacket. "Don't try to hide your body from me." His eyes skimmed up her form, admiring her smooth legs and the neatly trimmed red hair between them, the gentle slope of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the delicate collar wrapped around her vulnerable neck. His collar. His. That primal part of his brain threatened to take over. His eyes finally met hers and took in the hesitation and desire swirling in her blue depths. "You look good enough to eat, pretty girl."

Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating at his words, and he curled a finger into the ring at the front of her collar. "What's your safeword?"

"R-red," she breathed.

A feral grin split his face. He was going to have so much fun.

He was going to kill her.

Alexis whined as Fenton buried his face in her soft folds, his tongue first drawing circles around her clit, then delving deep between her walls and fucking her mercilessly. She thrashed her head back and forth, keening as a new wave of sensation crashed over her.

She was tied to the mattress by her wrists, and her customary blindfold was secured over her eyes as Fenton ravaged her with his mouth. He held her ass in his hands, his shoulders spreading her legs wide for his use. He groaned, the vibrations lighting up her pussy. "Missed this," she thought she heard him mumble, and then his lips closed around her clit, sucking, demanding her pleasure, and she screamed. Her thoughts scattered.

Tension was mounting in her base, intensifying with every lash of his tongue. "Fenton," she whined, "please—"

He pulled away from her pussy, his lips and chin shiny with her juices. She whined at the loss of sensation. "No, pretty girl. You don't get to come yet." Then he dove back between her legs, resuming the most delicious torture she'd ever experienced.

She tensed and relaxed, trying to hold back the wave that threatened to slam into her. Fenton slipped two fingers inside her pussy, the ample lubrication offering a slick slide, and her toes began to curl as his fingertips began a maddening rhythm against her g-spot.

"Fen—" she tried, a moan covering any words that tried to escape her mouth.

"No," he growled against her slick skin, then began lapping at her almost more aggressively.

Her heartbeat hummed in her ears, and she couldn't catch her breath. A warm sort of ecstasy began to unfurl in her core, and her legs tensed around his neck as her pussy began to contract. She couldn't stop it.

Just as her pleasure began to crest, as her needy moans transformed into a scream of ecstasy, Fenton pulled his face away from her folds. "I said no!" he snapped, his palm slapping against her pussy with an obscenely wet sound.

The rough touch scattered her orgasm, and Alexis whimpered as Fenton continued spanking her center. Soft enough that it didn't truly hurt, but hard enough that she couldn't come.

"We'll start again," he promised, resuming his position between her legs and pressing a kiss to her stinging clit. "Try to hold it back this time."

"I was—" Alexis began, but he wouldn't allow her to get a word in edgewise. Already his tongue was seeking out those wet, secret spaces that pushed her right to the brink. His fingers slid back inside her, and he added a third.

She'd never seen him like this, so contradictory. He was generous with her pleasure, yet withholding her release. His mouth ate her like he was a starving man, but he never once let up on his control. He was thoroughly dominating her, but setting her up to fail him in her own submission. She didn't know if she loved it or if it terrified her.

One wet fingertip, slick with her juices, slid out of her pussy and down that patch of skin until it was flush with her ass. He drew circles against her back entrance as he pulled her clit into his mouth again.

"F-Fenton—" she began.

With little preamble the very tip of his finger slipped inside her ass. Alexis flew off the handle. She thrashed her head, wailing. Her hips bucked, and he used the momentum to seat his finger completely inside her, one in her ass, two more in her pussy. His hand began rocking against her, fucking her with his fingers as an orgasm loomed over her.

"Wait," he said. He smacked her folds again with his free hand, and Alexis began to curse as her release abated.

"No, no," she cried, yanking on her restraints, fucking her own hips down onto his hand, desperate for someone to give her what she needed.

"Yes, pretty girl. You'll take what I give you," he informed her."You look to die for right now, you know that?" he nipped at the inside of her thigh. "Gives me all sorts of ideas."

She could only gasp and moan in response. Her whole body was trembling from the tension in her frame.

"You ever taken a cock down your throat?" he asked conversationally, as if he wasn't driving her to madness.

Alexis whined in response, then wailed when he licked a hot line over her swollen clit. "Answer me, gorgeous."

"Y-yes," she stammered. That had been one of Kevin's favorite kinks. It had been a long while, but he'd taught her how to take all of him.

"Good." His fingers slipped out of her, and his weight lifted off the edge of the bed. She felt incredibly empty and needy, her orgasm so close she could taste it. She rubbed her thighs together.

"None of that," she heard Fenton say. Her wrists were released from the restraints, and he pulled her onto all fours at the edge of the bed. Something wrapped around her thighs, and she felt a soft object being placed against her swollen folds. The toy buzzed to life and she gasped, the low vibrations maddening and sinful at the same time.

"How's that feel?"

"Feels good," she mumbled. The vibrations were more than low enough to keep her from coming, but they were still enough to make her head spin with the glut of sensation. To keep her wet and needy.

Her blindfold was still on, but she heard the zipper on his pants unfurl, and she felt the hot flesh of his cock against her cheek. "Impress me, pretty girl. Show me how much you want to come."

She paused for a moment, surprised once again by his behavior. That he had her in such a position and yet was giving her free reign to blow him. She didn't know what to make of it. So she braced herself with one arm and used the other to hold his cock in place for her mouth. The action curled her hips into the butterfly vibrator. She understood the position now, and she realized that she was not being given free reign at all. Every moment would drive her wild..

She placed a gentle kiss against the head of his cock, precum oozing against her lips. She licked them clean, not minding the salty, musky flavor one bit, and then dragged her tongue over the head with kitten licks. She thought she heard Fenton moan, so she gave lots of attention to his cockhead, licking the underside, and pulling it into her mouth. He swore when she did that, and she felt his fingers sink into her hair for a moment before he seemed to change his mind and let go.

Just like their last session, Fenton was big, thick and hot and heavy on her tongue. She could only imagine what she must look like to him, her lips stretched around him. She flicked her tongue against the slit in his shaft and was rewarded with more precum spilling into her mouth.

"You're driving me fucking insane, prin—" Fenton groaned, his words cut off into a long moan.

Alexis preened at the praise. Kevin had liked this particular brand of foreplay, too. Saliva and slick was pooling in her mouth, and she took the opportunity to take more of him into her mouth, almost to the back of her throat, to get him nice and wet. He gasped and cursed, and he fisted the hair at the back of her head, but didn't pull her further onto his cock.

She began rocking herself back and forth, so his cock slid almost all the way out of her mouth before being slurped back down, almost to the back of her throat. The rocking worked the vibrator deeper into her steaming, slippery folds. The torture actually proved to be a nice distraction from the ache in her jaw and the tension in her arm, shoulder, and abdominal muscles from holding her up. It had been too long since she'd serviced a man like this, since before her and Kevin's relationship had started to deteriorate.

Alexis allowed his cock to hit the back of her throat, breathing as evenly as she could to ward off her gag reflex. It hit the back of her throat again, once, twice, and she swallowed on the third thrust, allowing just the tip of him to sink into her throat.

She heard a litany of curses above her, and his hips jerked just the tiniest amount, sinking himself further in her throat. Alexis gagged at that, and pushed herself back, viscous saliva coated his dick when she pulled off of him. "Sorry," her voice was rough. "It's been a while. I'm not used to—"

He petted her head. "It's alright. Take a breath. And then take me again."

Alexis wasn't sure whether or not to be grateful or frustrated that he didn't intend to let her go till she'd finished him off. It felt impossible, and she knew from her own hand on the base of his cock that there were inches that hadn't even made it to her mouth yet. She steeled herself for more, ignoring the ache in her jaw and muscles.

This time, when those slippery inches lay heavy on her tongue, she felt him playing with her nipples, running his fingers over the aching buds. She moaned around his dick and whined when his hand slipped away.

"Take some more, pretty girl, and then I'll touch you more."

She worked him to the back of her throat again and slurped him down, desperate for more sensation. He leaned forward the slightest bit, easing more of himself down her throat as she frantically swallowed around him, trying to welcome him in and ignore the burning stretch of her throat. Her reward came when he lifted the straps securing the vibrator between her legs, pulling it tightly upward so that the vibrator pressed harder against her clit.

Her cry was cut off by his thick cock stuffing her throat.

"Almost there," he groaned. "Take it." He tugged on the straps lightly and she lifted her head, her toes curling, and slurped him down till her nose was pressed against his groin.

"Christ," he groaned, "Prin—pretty girl."

She was thoroughly conquered, her throat stuffed, her mouth full, unable to breathe or speak, tears had soaked her blindfold while she'd worked him down her throat. Her nipples were tight buds, her clit was throbbing, pulsing in time with her rapidly beating heart. Her jaw ached, and her body trembled from both tension and exhaustion. And despite all that, all she could think about was the release she hadn't yet experienced.

"Good girl," he praised. He took her free hand, the one that wasn't holding up her body weight, and pressed it against his thigh. The material of his slacks felt pillow soft against her fingertips. "Tap twice if you need a break. Three times and we'll stop completely."

Fenton pulled her off his cock just far enough for his cockhead to rest on her tongue while she caught her breath. Then his fingers sank back into her hair. "I'm gonna fuck you now, pretty girl."

Using his leverage on her hair, he slid to the back of her throat again, working that same depth several times before sinking into her throat again, much faster this time for Alexis' early work. Soon, she'd taken all of him once again and he slid in and out of her throat in short, controlled thrusts.

"So wet and tight," she heard him grit out. "Just like that pretty pink pussy of yours, huh?"

Alexis' eyes almost rolled back in her head at the dirty talk. Fenton continued his litany of curses as he sawed in and out of her throat, his cock hardening with every thrust. She just managed to keep swallowing around him as his movements and words added to the lines of sensation humming from her clit.

Her lungs began to burn from a lack of oxygen, and she felt him begin to thicken even further in her throat. He was close. Without warning her blindfold was lifted, and his fingers hooked under her jaw to lift her gaze to his. His brown eyes were heavy with pleasure, but he continued to stare, continued to watch her face as inches of himself disappeared inside her throat. Then his hand fisted her hair to hold her in place as he continued to plunder her.

Alexis' eyes fluttered shut. The way he watched her was intense, and she could only maintain eye contact for so long. She could only imagine what she looked like. Her mouth stretched around him, collared as she was, with the butterfly strapped between her legs.

He reached below her chin and lightly squeezed her neck, "Look at me," he groaned, on the verge of losing himself.

Her heavy eyelids lifted, and she looked up into his face, the lack of oxygen making the world around him take on a hazy quality. He watched her with something like reverence—awe, adoration, perhaps even love. She recognized that look.

He stroked her cheek. "My pretty girl." Then his eyes shut and she felt his cock jerk inside her throat. He came down her throat in hot streams, the taste of him lingering on her tongue as he pulled out of her mouth. She wiped her mouth, gasping, and oxygen rushed into her lungs. Bliss settled over her, and she was only vaguely aware of Fenton gripping her collar and pulling her up.

His mouth crashed into hers, nipping at her lips, dipping his tongue inside her mouth when she opened for him. She could taste herself on his tongue, and she wondered if he was experiencing the same thing.

She buried her fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as they devoured each other, and they fell backward onto the mattress. Fenton wasted no time yanking the butterfly vibrator off her body and slipping three fingers into her warm depths. His digits curled against her g-spot, working it mercilessly as palm ground against her engorged clit.

Alexis shuddered against his mouth. She'd been held on the edge for far too long. "Please," she cried. "Please…"

"Please, what?" He worked his hand faster, and she felt like a dam was about to burst inside her.

"May I come?" She bucked her hips against his hand, the hairs rising on the back of the neck and pleasure began to curl her toes. "Please!"

His teeth nipped at her earlobe. "Come for me, Princess." Then his palm pressed against her clit and she shattered.

Alexis was dimly aware of her own scream, clutching him as close to her a possible. She felt a rush of liquid between her legs, heard his groan of delight, but she was too far gone to feel embarrassed. Her hips bucked and his fingers plundered her through each wave and aftershock.

The world had turned to starlight and there was nothing left but pure sensation.

For the longest time, she floated, cocooned in warmth and bliss and safety. And when Alexis finally came to, she found herself not in the playroom, but in Fenton's office, stretched out across the chaise lounge with a soft, warm blanket draped over her still-bare skin.

She blinked sleepily, surprised to find herself in another room and more surprised to find herself alone. Where had Fenton gone? She sat up, wincing at the collection of aches in her body, between her legs. Her throat was sore and felt like sandpaper. There was a water bottle on the table next to the chaise lounge along with a note.

Be back soon. —F

Alexis greedily chugged down the water, glad that Fenton had anticipated this particular need of hers. She hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time, and she vaguely remembered Fenton's body cocooning hers as she floated in that peaceful place in between. She remembered all the affectionate places he'd pressed kisses against her skin, the sweet nothings he'd murmured to her, the drunken tone in his voice, like he was just as glutted by pleasure as she had been. Even though he hadn't been there when she'd woken up, he'd still taken care of her, he'd given her a comfortable, safe place to rest after their mind-blowing session.

She lay back down, letting her mind replay every moment of their night, every tendril of pleasure, every moan and scream. She loved recalling the satisfied look on his face and the gorgeous sounds he made as she brought him to completion. She hadn't been lying when she'd told him that he made her feel strong and beautiful.

Heat crept over her cheeks when she recalled what he'd told her just before he'd come. The gentle way he'd looked at her, stroked her face. My pretty girl. Something giddy and delicious bubbled up in her chest the more she thought about it, that intimate and tender moment between them.

And then he'd more than evened the score. After keeping her on edge all night, he'd finally rewarded her patience. God, she'd never come so hard in her entire life….

Alexis sat upright, her heart kicking up into a sprint.

Come for me, Princess.