Chapter 26*
Alex awoke in the morning, face down in the bed, completely naked with the sheet barely covering her, which was exactly the way she was when she fell asleep. During his pampering, the aftercare the other kittens called it, she fell asleep on him, due to her exhaustion. They had fucked for hours, in just about every position she could imagine. Her on top, him on top, from the side, from behind. It seemed as if they were making up for all the lost time from her illness, and her temper tantrum.
She had tried to keep track of the number of orgasms, but she lost count because of the way he took her. Sending her into a mind scrambling orgasms that left her barely able to move afterward, leaving her laying there unable to do anything but enjoy herself while he continued on without her participation, for a short time as she recovered.
She lifted her head and turned it to look at his side of the bed. That is when she noticed the covers in complete disarray. The sheets bound up and tossed about, the mattress showing, as the fitted sheet was pulled off during their rowdy, leg shaking, sex. There were absolutely no pillows on the bed, they were tossed somewhere in the room she was sure, but where exactly she had no idea.
She tried to push herself up, but failed. Her arms exhausted as were her legs. Her stomach felt like she had been through some sort of intense sit up regimen, like one suited for Navy SEALS or perhaps professional boxers. Her whole body ached, but in such a deliciously pleasing way she didn't care if it ever went away.
She lay there, her smile coating her face. Yeah, this is what being royally fucked felt like, she smiled to herself. She could still feel him all over her, his hands, around her throat, pulling her hair or pinching her nipples.
His face, his beard stubble rubbing raw the back of her neck and her back, as he devoured any and all available skin. She could feel his face on her sex, from where he buried his tongue until she coated his face multiple times with her cum.
She could feel his magnificent cock in her pussy that was pounded gloriously until she could no longer do or say anything but moan in approval. She would definitely feel him all day there.
She could also feel him in her throat, which swallowed him as best she could, as he gruffly fucked her mouth making her gasp when he would pull out at the last second before she passed out.
Every inch of her body had some sort of memory of him. Glorious memory after glorious memory! God she needed to fight with him on occasion just so they could make up! She giggled, no, no more fighting if she could help it. She would try to be the submissive she had declared herself to be.
She would try to be the submissive the kittens had described. She knew it would be a long journey, but one she was determined to make. It all started with the first step, the step she finally made last night. Not the verbal commitment to Gavin. That was step two, step one was accepting that this is what she wanted. Perhaps even what she needed.
Motion from the corner of her eye caused her to lift her head. She smiled as Gavin looked at her from the doorway. Leaning there, his secret smile of admiration coating his face, his eyes twinkling in satisfaction.
"Wow," he smiled. "You look spectacular there like that!"
"Like what, Sir? Fucked beyond words?" She looked over at him and smiled broadly but he didn't return her smile.
"What?" she asked him, when he didn't return the smile.
"What?" he asked back. A smile ticking at the corners of his mouth, as he realized he had been caught by her.
"You made this face," she told him.
"I did?" he grinned coming to her and laying down next to her in his expensive suit, not caring if he wrinkled it.
"Please Sir," she said turning on her side with a great deal of effort. "Communication."
He nodded with an appreciative grin.
"Why do you describe our sessions as 'fucking'?" he asked her, pushing her tangled hair from her face. "Now granted last night I guess that was the best way to describe it, but it seems you always use that term."
"What else would I call it?" She asked him. "What do you call it?"
"Well," Gavin shrugged. "I would call it lovemaking, or sex, or a physical/emotional connection," he said softly as he looked at her deeply.
"Do you think I am fucking you?" he asked her. Alex shrugged as she stroked the side of his face. Touching his skin made her insides dance with pleasure.
"Fucking sounds so impersonal, so emotionless. Yes, there are times that we fuck, as that is what we need from time to time. But, other than last night," he winked at her with his mischievous smile. "I haven't fucked you for some time." She stared into his eyes for a few moments.
"I'm not fucking you, I'm exploring an emotional, sexual experience with you. It's something
I have learned
since you have come into my life. I was just fucking before, but now, I'm in the lifestyle with you. You can't have the true trust without the emotional attachment."
"If we are just fucking, then I do need to end this, because I haven't looked at it like I was fucking you for some time. I fucked Elizabeth, I fucked Regina, and others before them, but I'm not fucking you. I'm having an emotional connection with you that I didn't have with either of them. Mostly because I was afraid, partly because of an oath I made to myself. I've given up that fear and let you in. I willing to break that oath, for you. Not because I want a sub, but because I want to share my life with someone who gives me purpose. "
"I want you to be that person. To do so, I'm willing to let you be who you are, but you have to give me something in return. And that's to let me be who I am. And what I am, is a man who is willing to risk everything for the woman he loves."
"Does that make sense?" he asked her.
"I was afraid to call it anything else, for fear of you throwing up a wall," she admitted, the tears of tenderness forming at the edges of her eyes.
"Well, that time has passed," he smiled. "So for clarification," he grinned as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. "I fucked the shit out of you last night!" She laughed as he pulled her into his arms.
"Thank you Sir," she smiled into his chest.
"For what?"
"For being the greatest thing that has ever happened to me!" she said stretching out and kissing his lips. "For breaking that oath! I know how difficult that must have been for you, I know sometimes people say things like that, for their own purposes, but I know, you mean it!"
Alex showered slowly, letting the water massage her tight muscles. Hell yeah, he had fucked the shit out of her! Her body telling her so with every stiff joint and tight muscle. She found a couple of small bruises where his hand had gripped her firmly, on her hip bone, and on her thigh. She giggled as she shut the water off. Badges of being a good girl she decided. She dressed and found him cinching up his tie.
"Got a call," he frowned.
"Ok," she nodded. "Is it alright if I go over to Lena's? Some last minute Christmas shopping?"
He frowned.
"Look," he sighed. "I don't want you to change who you are. You never asked permission before."
"I know," she nodded. "But I want to now."
He walked closer to her.
"I don't want you broken," he said firmly. "I love you the way you are."
"You like it when I back talk you?" she asked with a smile.
"Well," he tilted her head up, smiling as he looked down at her in thought. "You stand your ground when it is important to you, do you understand me?"
"Yes Sir," she whispered seeing the intenseness in his eyes.
"Are you leaving now?" he asked her as she bit her lip, trying to keep the lustful thoughts running through her head from keeping him from his call.
"Yes Sir," she smiled.
"I'll walk you out, I want to show you something that I'm sure will start a fight, but I don't give a shit," he said firmly, getting her coat and holding it so she could slip her arms in.
"I'm not fighting with you anymore Sir," she said firmly as she slid her arms into her jacket.
"We'll see about that," he smiled as he nibbled on her ear, wrapping his arms around her body trapping her hands against her as he held her from behind.
They walked down to the elevator hand in hand. She kept stealing glances at him wondering what he had up his sleeve.
"Hey Mike," Gavin said with a head nod as they exited the elevator on the ground floor.
"Car Dr. Steward?" He asked as he picked up the phone.
"Yes, please," Gavin smiled.
Standing outside, the sun shone on her face and forced her eyes closed. The bright light warmed her face despite the sharp chill in the air. The car pulling up in front of them caused her to lower her face from the sun and open her eyes.
The car that sat there wasn't his black Aston Martin. This was a pearl white Mercedes convertible. The car hop nodded at her with a smile and disappeared. It appeared both Mike and the car hop were privy to the knowledge of the new car. A short time later Gavin's familiar Aston pulled up behind the Mercedes.
Alex stared at it for a moment. She was battling the emotion. Part was stunned at the beautiful car. Part was angry that he bought her a car after telling her she could buy her own, and part was hoping, by some miracle, the car belonged to someone else so they could avoid this fight!
"Wow," he nodded appreciatively with a smile, he was looking at the car with her, watching her from the corner of his eye. "I expected the riot act."
"No, Sir," she said dropping her head. That meant it was definitely her car, and nobody else would be coming out to claim it. "I told you, I don't want to fight with you."
"Hmm," he smiled. "I appreciate that. I really do."
"You had to pick a Mercedes?" she asked, the disbelief filling her voice, tinged with the anger she was battling.
"That's better," he smiled. "More of the Alex I love."
"I'm not arguing, Sir," she prefaced her next statement. "But I thought we agreed I could buy my next car, as Elizabeth had done."
"Right," he nodded. "We agreed on that, but that was before your car broke down and forced you to walk home in sub-zero temps giving you pneumonia. Forcing me to lose my God damned mind and forcing me to examine what I was doing as your Dom."
"Yes Sir," she frowned. She couldn't even think of how much this luxurious car cost him. It was more than she deserved, more than she would want. Every fiber of her being told her to throw one of her temper tantrums. She closed her eyes and fought that urge.
