Chapter 9
Luke
“Can I take you to work today?” I asked when she answered the phone.
Alexa was back at work this week and I was worried about how she would cope after she’d been off for two weeks. She’d told me that she was glad to have a distraction, but I still wasn’t a hundred percent certain she was dealing with everything okay.
Unless she was looking for a dom to take her virginity of course. Then she seemed fine. Unless this was something she was doing because she was acting out, too.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “Isn’t it out of your way?”
It was a little but not too much.
“It’s not a problem,” I said. “Let me drive you.”
“Okay,” Alexa agreed. “I usually leave my place at seven.”
I glanced at the clock. It was a quarter to seven and I was still in my towel after my shower.
“I’ll be there,” I said and hung up. I had to get ready in no time at all and still drive to her place.
Somehow, I made it. I stopped in front of her apartment building at seven on the dot. Alexa opened her front door just as I pulled in, and she waved at me. She locked up behind her and came to the car.
“Excited to be back at work?” I asked when I pulled into the road.
“I’m looking forward to getting back to a normal routine,” Alexa said. “I wouldn’t say I’m excited about my work, though.”
I chuckled. “I hear you.”
I put my blinker on, and we joined a long line of morning traffic just after I turned. I sighed and looked in the rearview mirror, watching the cars pile up behind me as well.
“Do you sit in this every morning?” I asked. My office wasn’t on the main routes, so I barely ever dealt with traffic like this.
Alexa shrugged. “I get stuff to do in the car, like listen to audio courses or something. You know, productive stuff. I can’t remember what I was working on before Dalton…” She stopped mid-sentence and swallowed hard.
Dalton’s death was still very fresh. They said time healed all wounds, but no one ever told you exactly how much time you would need to feel normal again.
Or if feeling normal again was something that would happen at all.
When we finally parked in front of her office building, I was frustrated and annoyed. Traffic had wasted so much of my time.
“Thanks for the lift, Luke,” Alexa said, leaning over to give me half a hug. “It was great.”
“I’ll see you later,” I said. “I’ll pick you up after.”
Alexa was opening the door, and she stopped with one leg halfway out. She turned to me.
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’m going out with some friends, so I’ll make my own way home.”
“Oh,” I said, my interest piquing. “Where are you going?”
She swallowed, and her eyes flicked to the road.
“Um, it’s a girls’ night out kind of thing, you know?”
“Where though?” I asked.
She shrugged. “We’re still deciding on that, I think.”
I nodded. I wasn’t going to push it; that would sound creepy. But I had an idea where she was going if she didn’t want to tell me where it was, and there was no way it was going to be a girls’ thing. I was willing to bet that if I asked her friend Ariel, she wouldn’t even know what I was talking about.
Alexa was on my mind the rest of the day, and I struggled to concentrate at work. During lunch, I went to a menswear store and bought a black collared shirt that would fit into the scene when I went back to Blush.
When the day finally ended, I got in my car and drove back to Alexa’s office building. I caught her just as she walked out and watched her flag a cab. I followed the cab less carefully than when I followed her—I doubted the driver would give a shit if someone was following them—and parked a little down the way from her apartment building when Alexa got out of the cab, unlocked her door, and went inside.
She was going to Blush again. I knew it. A small part of me had hoped she would abandon that idea, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
I was going to follow her again and make sure she was okay. I’d promised Dalton I would look after her, and that wasn’t only in terms of someone coming after her. I wanted to make sure she was all right in every aspect of her life. So if she was going to a kinky sex club, it was my duty to keep an eye on her there, too. Even in her personal life, I had to know she was safe.
When she opened the door again, a different woman walked out from the one I knew. She wore all red tonight, a dress that flared out a little around her ass and thighs so that a light breeze would scoop it up. It made me wonder if she wore panties underneath it. She would be so damn easy to take in that dress.
Her hair was half up, half down, pulled out of her face and hanging over her shoulders. I wanted to grab her by it.
I pushed the thought away. As sexy as I found her, that wasn’t the reason I was following her. I couldn’t let my dirty mind get in the way of keeping her safe.
She got into her car, and I got ready to follow her. Just as she pulled out, the roar of motorbikes drew my attention, and I turned my head to see three of them pulling out of the underground parking lot of the next building. They were all Mavericks; they were wearing the same leathers I’d asked Sam about.
Shit. I didn’t have a good feeling about this.
Alexa drove away, and I had to focus on her to follow her. I would worry about the bikers later. Right now Alexa was going to a sex club to lose her virginity to a stranger, and that was a much more pressing issue.
She drove to Blush and found a parking spot. I parked, too, and followed her inside. This time I wore my work pants, and I swapped out my work shirt for the black collared shirt.
I accepted another mask at the door and walked in.
Every night, the scene inside the club was different. Monday seemed to be dominatrix night, with women wearing black leather or latex, high heels, and carrying floggers. A lot more men were restrained, but that didn’t mean the usual wasn’t happening, too.
Alexa looked a lot more relaxed now that she knew what to expect. She ordered a drink from the bar. I chose a seat not too far away, but I couldn’t get very close this time. The place was too packed. I ordered a drink, too—whiskey, every time—and kept my eye on her.
I could really study her now. Her dress pushed up her breasts so that she looked like she was on display for whoever cared to look. She wore a nude lipstick, and her eyes were made up dark and shadowy. She wore high heels that made her ass look fantastic when she walked. Alexa was a walking wet dream, and I wasn’t the only one in the club who had my eye on her.
I sipped my drink, watching her as she ogled the plays happening all around us. It was clear she didn’t think the dominatrix scene was her thing. She wanted to be a submissive, not a dominant.
Someone approached her, and jealousy surged up inside me right away. My fist clenched at my side and my jaw tightened. The man carried himself well, and he approached her with respect. If he wasn’t in a BDSM club and wanted only one thing, I might have let it slide. But I knew what he was after, and considering what Alexa was here to do, I doubted there would be any man in the club who wouldn’t be interested. Finding a gorgeous, submissive woman looking to give up her virginity in a place like this was like running into a unicorn in the wild. It simply didn’t happen.
I watched as they talked. Alexa flirted and laughed, and the man was quite obviously interested in her. I was sure she hadn’t told him about what she wanted. He didn’t seem surprised or horny enough.
The conversation carried on for much longer than I was comfortable with. I got the impression she liked this guy, and that made it so much worse. I couldn’t even go over there and throw my drink in her lap again. I had to sit back and see how this played out. I was getting irritated with not being able to do anything to put a stop to it.
After what felt like forever, she got up from her seat at the bar. I watched her as she walked to the ladies’ room. The guy leaned on the bar, waiting for her to come back. I threw back the last of my drink and walked over to him.
“Hey, buddy,” I said. He looked at me with a bored expression.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Do you like that woman you’re talking to?”
He nodded. “Oh, yeah. She’s fucking hot, man. And interesting. You don’t meet a lot of women like her.”
I shook my head. “You’re right, you don’t. Which is why I married her.”
He frowned at me. “What?”
“That’s right. She’s my wife.”
He shook his head, confused. “I don’t understand. She was flirting with me. I had no idea.”
“Oh, no,” I said. “It’s a game we play. She can flirt around, and I flirt around, but at the end of the day, we belong to each other. I’m just warning you so that you know it won’t go anywhere. I’m keeping an eye on her. She’s my submissive, so she won’t do anything I don’t give her permission for.”
He looked disappointed. If it hadn’t been for the fact that I wanted him to fuck off because it was Alexa we were talking about, I would have felt sorry for the poor bastard. But there it was.
“I’m sorry, man,” he said.
I shook my head. “Don’t be. Like I said, it’s part of the game we play. You just looked like you really enjoyed her company, and I didn’t want you to get your hopes up. I’ve seen it before. Some guys get pretty pissed and think she’s just a tease when she won’t take things further. I just want to avoid any misunderstandings. And I don’t want to ruin your night.”
He nodded. “Yeah, thanks.”
I clapped him on the shoulder.
“Fuck this place, man,” he said. “I never have any luck.”
“If you ask me,” I said, “you’re too nice for this scene.”
He snorted. “I didn’t ask you, but thanks. I’m out.”
He walked away from me, and I watched him go all the way out the door. Thank God. He was taken care of.
I went back to my seat and sat down as Alexa returned from the bathroom. She looked around for the guy she’d been talking to, frowning. When she didn’t see him anywhere, she sighed and watched a play. She had another drink before she finally left.
I walked out, too. My job for the night was done, and I was relieved she was still safe. I followed her back home, making sure there were no Mavericks in sight, before I went on to my own apartment.
In bed, I couldn’t get the sight of Alexa out of my mind, her tits pushed up, her dress flaring out, and her legs beautiful and slender. I closed my eyes and imagined what I would do to her if I were one of those men in the club approaching her.
I would take her to a private room and push her down onto her knees. Then I would shove my throbbing cock into her eager mouth, stretching her lips until her jaw ached. I’d put my hand on her throat—not so hard that I choked her, just enough to show her who was boss—and slide in and out of her, pushing in so deep she gagged. I could see the tears streaming from her eyes and the mascara bleeding down her cheeks in dark streaks. Fuck, the image had my dick so hard, it was impossible not to grab onto it.
I would hold her head while I fucked her throat, stopping only long enough to let her catch her breath before hammering into her again. She would love it. Her pussy would be soaking wet without me even touching it. This sort of rough play wasn’t for every woman, but Alexa was into it. It was her dark, irresistible desire to be dominated that kept her going back to Blush, hoping for a man strong enough to take control of her and give her exactly what she wanted.
When I was finished with her mouth, I would spin her around and lift that red dress up to find no panties. Her bare ass would be round and stunning, and I would slap it just hard enough to make her yelp. The yelp would dissolve into a moan of pleasure, and her legs would quiver at the feeling of me spanking her tender skin. The flawless skin of her ass would go from pale white to scarlet red, and just imagining it made my cock so hard I thought it would explode.
And then I would push my dick into her pussy. She would be dripping wet for me because she was a bad girl who wanted me to do these things to her, who wanted me to take her and make her mine. Her warm, virgin pussy would grip me like a velvet fist. With every stroke of my cock inside her, she would moan and whimper as I showed her what it felt like to get fucked for the very first time.
God, if only. I would give anything to have Alexa belong to me, to dominate her like that, to give her exactly what she wanted. And I would do it again and again and again. I would fuck her so hard, she would scream my name, and together we would come so hard that the entire club would hear us.
My cock jerked in my hand, and I came hard. As good as it felt, I knew my palm wasn’t nearly as satisfying as Alexa would be.