Sweet Surrender Ch 02 2

The remainder of the dinner party saw Alexandra's attention drawn to the rest of the guests, to both my relief and dismay. She was peppered with questions about her job and published works and confidently fielded each one. I sat quietly and listened, her eyes never meeting mine as she expounded on her thoughts about a woman's sexuality.

Then again, it was everything I could do to focus on her words and maintain a straight face. It turned out that Alexandra was quite capable of multitasking. Under the table, away from prying eyes, her left hand had settled on my thigh. I fought the urge to panic while placing my hand on hers and trying to surreptitiously force it away, but the sexy, raven-haired beauty had persisted. Once it became clear that she had no intention of removing her hand, I resolved myself to attempt to appear as normal as possible as her fingers began to caress my inner thigh.

My pulse raced, and my inside fluttered, a cavalcade of butterflies taking flight inside me. The dampness between my thighs was only matched by the pulsing in my sexual core. It was like the constant drumbeat of a jungle tribe preparing to go to war. It was everything I could do to control my breathing as Alexandra's fingers found the hem of my dress and crept underneath to make direct contact, flesh to sensitive flesh.

Her fingers stealthily made their way up towards my sex, every inch of their approach filling me more and more with anticipation. I was terrified by what would happen once they reached their ultimate target. Yet at the same time, I yearned to feel the release I knew they'd bring.

Alexandra began telling a jovial story about a friend and her futile attempts to find sexual satisfaction using a popular dating app. As her story progressed, so did her fingers. At just about the time they reached the apex between my legs and pressed against my sodden panties, her comical tale reached its conclusion. The entire table erupted in a gale of laughter just as she cupped my sex, causing me to shudder and release a moan through my smiling lips as a climax rushed through me. I was far too lost in the moment to tell whether anyone noticed my state of blissful rapture. The laughter around me slowly died down as I fought to gain control of my rapid breathing. My sexual tormentor's hand finally departed, utterly victorious.

The remainder of the night passed without further incident. Though I managed to participate in some conversation with the other women at the table, my awareness of Alexandra often distracted me.

A couple of hours later, we all prepared to say our goodnights. As I stood at the door putting my coat on, Alexandra approached me, handing me her phone.

"Please enter your contact information in my phone," she said, her tone leaving little doubt in my mind that she wholly expected me to do precisely as she said. Even though I suspected it wasn't in the best interest of my sedate and comfortable life to do so, I took the offered device, quickly entered my digits, then handed it back to her. Though I couldn't explain it, the urge to please her simply overrode any commonsense reasons for telling her no. "Please don't be late for your appointment. I do have a schedule to keep."

With that, I watched as she took her date's arm and disappeared out the door, leaving me feeling dazed and confused.

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Steve was quiet as we walked home that night. It was typical of him to have words on every topic for anyone but me. I was fine with that, though. My mind was elsewhere; my thoughts on a certain statuesque, dark-headed beauty and what about me had so quickly gained her attention.

We quietly entered our home, each lost in our thoughts as we ascended the stairs and set about preparing for bed. Steve was quickly undressed and between the covers as I took on the arduous task of my nightly ablutions. As I scoured the makeup from my face, I couldn't help my mind from wandering to the possibilities of what awaited me in the morning. Of course, Alexandra had already proven her point, negating the reasons for me even attending, to begin with. I was clearly attracted to her in a way that I'd never been to anyone else I'd ever encountered. Add to that the facts that she'd gotten me off - something my own husband had failed to do on his own in the three years we'd been together - and had done so while we'd been sitting at a dinner table with Steve, several of my neighbors, and her own date, and it seemed laughable to deny that my sexuality was more than a little bent.

So why go? Why risk my life of comfort with Steve by putting myself in a situation I knew ran completely counter to anything he'd want me involved in? He was a fanatic about us maintaining our standing within the community. He couldn't have me doing anything that might embarrass him at the country club or at work. There was no doubt in my mind that Alexandra represented a danger to the status quo. She was a wrecking ball - an explosive charge that threatened to bring down the foundations of the life I'd built. Was I simply going to place myself in her hands, knowing the danger she represented?

I finished preparing myself for bed and pulled my hair back, placing my long, brown locks in a ponytail before settling in beneath the covers. Steve had already turned off the lamp on his nightstand, and I could hear him beginning to snore softly. Rolling to my right, I found the charging cord to my phone and plugged it in, shutting off my lamp and laying my head against my pillow.

My mind was made up: I would contact Alexandra in the morning and tell her that our deal was off. After that, I would block her number, delete it from my list of contacts, and set about avoiding her as much as possible. I told myself it wouldn't be that hard once I put my mind to it; after all, we hardly ran in the same circles outside of the neighborhood. I hadn't even known she existed before tonight, so how difficult could it be?

I closed my eyes and began to drift off, finally at peace with my decision. I was confident that what had happened between us that night had been an aberration never to be repeated - an anomaly and divergence with the potential to lead me down a path that would wreck my life. But I had course corrected. I was once again safe.

In the darkness, my phone dinged, alerting me to a text.

Picking it up, I pressed my thumb against the screen to bypass the security feature. Opening my text app, I couldn't help but sigh as a shiver ran down my spine. The message was, of course, from Alexandra. My finger hovered over the heading, my mind screaming at me to delete the thread without bothering to read it. I pictured her sitting there in her house, looking at her phone, waiting for me to peruse her text and respond. I could almost see her haughty and demanding expression as she stared at the screen: those piercing blue eyes practically penetrating the void between us as she tapped her foot impatiently.

I lay there in the darkness, the light from my phone taunting me. It challenged me to take a different path - to step outside the sedate and boring bounds of the life I'd built around me. It dared me to take a risk and open myself up to something that had excited me more than anything in recent memory. It begged me to forsake the safe path for once and to live a little dangerously.

Without giving it further thought, I touched her name and opened her text before I could talk myself out of it. Reading the single line that she'd sent, I couldn't help but groan inwardly, my shoulders slumping as my previous resolve crumbled.

Alexandra:

Don't even think of disappointing me tomorrow morning.

Lying there in my bed, my mind racing, I wondered if sleep would ever come.

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I did my best to hide my distraction the following morning. I'd slept fitfully throughout the night thanks to being awakened by dreams I couldn't quite seem to remember. My poor rest had resulted in the presence of dark circles under my eyes and even less patience than usual for my husband's sullen morning behavior. Steve was hardly a morning person, and even less so if he'd been drinking the night before. His communication skills that morning consisted of a series of grunts and groans as he ate his breakfast before gathering up his things and kissing my cheek as he headed out the door to his car.

Once I'd watched his car back out onto the street and drive away, I sighed in relief and leaned my back against the door. Taking a moment to gather myself, I headed back into the kitchen to clean up the mess from where I'd prepared Steve's breakfast. As I stood there in front of the sink washing dishes, I finally allowed my mind to focus wholly on the issue of Alexandra: what would she have in store for me that morning? What would a session with her involve? Would she touch me again? That thought sent a pang of desire down to my core, my pulse speeding up rapidly as I thought of her long, graceful-looking fingers once again possessing the flesh of my hot, wet, and needy sex. What would it be like to be alone with her? Would I be able to resist her charms and seductive beauty? Or would I find any resolve that I had to deny my sudden feelings of sapphic hunger melt away under her alluring attack?

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of lurid and salacious thoughts. After all, while the idea of such a scene obviously appealed to my more sensual nature, did I really and truly want to see such a thing become a reality? Could I dare risk allowing myself to enjoy some newly discovered base desires and, by doing so, imperil my marriage? What had happened the night before was one thing. I'd been overcome by the epiphany of my sudden attraction to another woman, a deluge of new feelings overwhelming my resistance and good sense. Before I'd even been able to place a label upon what I was feeling, Alexandra's hand had been between my legs, and I'd been caught between the fear of discovery and the unrepentant desire to experience the feeling of her fingers inside me.

And what was it about Alexandra that intrigued and attracted me? Why her, and not one of the numerous beautiful women I typically encountered in my daily life? It had to be more than just her allure and overall sensuality.

Then the thought of how domineering Alexandra was and the confident way she carried herself hit me, the image of it in my mind igniting a heat between my legs. Was that it? Was that the defining trait that drew me to her like a moth to a flame? Was that what made me weak in the knees and filled me with wicked thoughts and desires? Did I have a submissive streak that hungered to be brought under the sensual yoke of a sexy and dominant woman? The sudden mental image of Alexandra in a black latex dominatrix outfit and holding a crop in her hand as she stood over me flashed in my mind; it sent a tremble of delight surging through my body. The realization of how much that thought excited me took hold; I, in turn, had to grip the edge of the sink to steady myself, my sex moistening. It seemed I had my answer.

My chore finished; I wiped my hands and headed for the stairs and our main suite. There, I entered the attached bath and removed my robe and the garments I'd slept in before turning on the shower. Once the temperature was adjusted correctly, I stepped beneath the rainfall head and allowed the hot water to cascade down over my body. I felt the nipples on my B cup breasts harden as my palms rubbed soap over their surface and down across my flat tummy. I took great care in maintaining my figure, watching what I ate, spending regular hours at the gym, and swimming laps in our pool. I'd always been somewhat diminutive and had what most considered an athletic figure. Steve had once suggested that I get breast enlargement surgery, but I'd quickly shot the idea down. The thought of larger breasts on my tiny frame just did not seem appealing to me, and I'd been more than a little perturbed when my husband attempted to push the issue.

Drying myself off, I wrapped the bath towel around my body and made my way over to my walk-in closet. Turning on the light, I stood there staring at the clothes hanging from the racks as I tried to decide what to wear.

Wear something sexy,

came the sound of Alexandra's voice in my head. Despite my insistence the night before of how that wouldn't be appropriate, I found myself picking through the items, looking for something I thought might please her. After some time, I settled on a black, high-waisted, faux-leather pencil skirt. It had a lace-above-the-knee styling, an asymmetrical hemline, and a large, adjustable belt buckle. I paired it with a white sleeveless top before selecting a pair of black, three-inch heels. Then I made my way over to my armoire to select the undergarments I'd wear beneath them. Choosing a matching set of bone white lace panties and bra, I slipped them on before stepping in front of the mirror to admire the way they looked on my body.

I spent the next half hour on my hair and makeup, taking extra care to hide the circles under my eyes. Pleased with the overall effect, I dressed fully, then stood in front of the mirror again. The thought of what Alexandra would think of my choice of outfit was ever present in my mind. While pleased with the look, I made one final addition that left me feeling slightly naughty before heading downstairs.

In the kitchen, I made a protein smoothie and stood at the counter, staring out at the sunlight glinting off the water of our pool. As I sipped at my breakfast, I allowed my mind to wander to the night before and how I'd felt in Alexandra's presence. Upon reflection, it was easy to see how I'd barely demurred to her attempts at seduction. She'd confidently batted aside the weak attempts on my part to deny what she'd wanted and had confidently laid claim to me in secret with my husband and half a dozen other guests sitting around us. Despite how potentially scandalous it had been - or perhaps because of it - she'd had me teetering on the edge of a climax before she'd ever touched me. Then she'd teased and taunted me with that touch until I'd felt a ravenous hunger - a need to feel more in more intimate places. My fear of discovery had been overshadowed by a wanton desire, and my vow of fidelity to my husband swept aside as if it had never existed.

The sound of a chime from my phone swept me out of my thoughts. I picked the device up off the counter where I'd placed it upon entering the kitchen, already suspecting who the message was from. My eyes scanned the text, and I couldn't help the smile that came to my lips, the illicit possibilities behind its content sending a thrill through my body.

Alexandra:

From the time you enter my home for your first session until the time that you leave, you will agree to do precisely as I say.

That commanding and confident tone struck such a chord within me - that demand that I submit to her will. I couldn't understand why it affected me so much, but it did. Although I knew it was in the best interest of the life I currently led to deny her what she wanted, I instantly wanted to acquiesce to her demand.

But then the thought of all I was risking entered my mind, and my resolve to resist her charms strengthened. No, my husband didn't come close to exciting me in the way Alexandra had, but he provided me with the life I'd become accustomed to. Surely, no amount of sexual gratification would be worth going back to the life of constant need and struggle I'd lived before he'd come along.

No, I would attend her sessions as I'd agreed to. But this time, I would try my best not to place myself in such a compromising position. As tantalizing and alluring as I found Alexandra, I would attempt not to allow her charms to weaken my determination to resist. While I wouldn't be able to deny what had already transpired, I could let her know in no uncertain terms that our relationship in the future could either be platonic or non-existent. There could be no in-between if I hoped to maintain the life I had.

My mind made up; I suddenly felt silly standing there in the sultry outfit I'd chosen to wear - perhaps even more so for the sheer black thigh-highs I'd added at the last second. While the rest of the outfit could be passed off as me merely attempting to look nice, the stockings screamed sex, their lace tops barely hidden by the length of my skirt. I looked at the clock, wondering if I had time to go and change. I didn't.

And Alexandra told me to be on time!

my mind alerted me as I set the half-empty container of my smoothie in the sink and set about gathering my things. As strongly as I felt about putting an end to whatever already existed between us, I still felt a powerful desire not to disappoint her further.

Exiting our house's front door, I locked it behind me before heading down the walkway to the front sidewalk. There, I turned left and began the short walk to Alexandra's house. I suddenly imagined other neighborhood eyes watching me out their windows and wondering precisely what I was up to, and it sent a thrill through me - one that, just a day prior, I might have called unfamiliar. If any of them had been alert enough at the dinner party to pick up on the chemistry that had flowed between our new neighbor and me, then there would undoubtedly be gossip flying over the phone lines mere moments after I entered her home. While the thought made me nervous, I told myself there wasn't much I could do about it. I'd been telling myself a lot of things that morning, though, and not all of them could be true at once. I could have just turned around - but perhaps only in one sense of the word "could."

Carefully climbing the steps to the front stoop of Alexandra's home, I hesitated momentarily as an abrupt flash of nervous energy flowed through me. That I was excited to see her and be in her presence again was unquestionable, but I took a deep breath and slowly let it out, steeling my resolve to resist the almost primal inclination I felt to submit to her will.

My right hand trembling slightly, I reached up and pressed the doorbell.