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LATER THAT NIGHT, WHEN the evening was over and our guests had left, the rest of us gave each other a hug before we retreated to our bedrooms—where Alex clearly had ideas of his own.
“Close the door,” he said. “You know, like Blackwell asked. To be fair, it’s probably not a bad idea, given what I’m about to do to you.”
And what are you about to do to me...?
A shot of adrenalin rushed through me as he dimmed the lights, and I shut the door and turned to face him.
“Take off your dress,” he said.
“Take off your suit.”
“Always my equal,” he said.
“Always.”
“But not tonight. Tonight, what I want for Christmas is for you to give yourself completely to me, and by that, I mean for you to let me take charge. Because I want to take charge. That’s my Christmas wish—for me to do everything, and for you to do nothing but what I ask of you. I told you that I’m going to make you come so many times tonight that when I’m through with you, you’re not going to know where you are or even who you are. Will you give that to me?”
Giving up control on any level—especially when it came to my body—was never in the cards for me. But this was Alex, the man I loved and trusted implicitly. He would never hurt me—in fact, I knew that his intent was only to give me pleasure. To watch me writhe and moan beneath his touch.
So, I agreed.
“I’ll give that to you,” I said.
“Then, take off your dress.”
I took it off as he removed his jacket and tie, and opened the buttons at his throat so that his shirt parted, revealing his lightly hairy chest. Then, he sat down on the chair at the end of the bed, spread his legs wide open, and casually rested one of his hands on his crotch.
“Now, your bra.”
I removed it.
“Give it to me.”
I tossed it at him, and he snatched it with ease. “Now, your panties. But don’t throw them at me this time. Instead, come over here and hand them to me.”
I did as I was told, and when I stood naked before him and gave him my panties, I saw the desire on his face. He held them up to his nose, breathed in my scent, and then dropped them at his side as he stood up and took me into his arms. When he did that, I could feel the full length of him pulsing against my thigh.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said to me. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you, Jennifer.”
Before I could respond, he dropped to his knees, his mouth pressed against my sex, and his tongue entered me in ways that were so powerful, I had to steady myself by putting my hands on his shoulders. His tongue swirled inside of me—dipped and retreated from me—and the only thing that I could do was close my eyes, arch back my head, and give myself over to him. I gripped the back of his hair and moved his face even closer to my sex, but he was having none of that, because he’d already told me that he was in control.
“Get on the bed,” he said.
I got on the bed and watched him slowly take off the rest of his suit—layer by layer. First his shirt, shoes, and socks. And finally his pants so that he was standing before me in a tight-fitting pair of black Dolce & Gabbana shorts. He cupped his hardness in his hands, shook it, and cocked his head at me. “You want this?”
“Is that even a question?”
“In fact, it is. Do you want it?”
There was a new note in his voice—a domineering note. Was he about to go all Fifty Shades of Grey on me? I hadn’t read the book or seen the movie, but I certainly knew what they were about—domination. Could I handle something like that, if that’s what he even had in mind?
Since I did trust him, I simply said, “I do want it.”
“How bad do you want it?”
He was getting me so horny, I just told him the truth. “I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me.”
“Which hole?”
What the hell?
But instead of answering, I pushed myself back on the bed, spread my legs, and hoped for the best.
And it was the best.
I was wet when Alex mounted me, and for the next two hours, he did indeed have his way with me. Because this evening was the only gift he’d asked of me, I was complicit through all of it, and I have to say that allowing him to have complete control of my body—and my pleasure—was liberating in ways that we’d never explored.
Why hadn’t I let myself go like this before? What had held me back? My urge to retain my own control? If that was the case, then I needed to lose it more often, because this was amazing.
Together, we became a collision of sex, with Alex putting me through the motions with an effortlessness that was so confident and assured, it was beyond sexy. He laid me on my back, and drove into me. He turned me on my side, came up behind me, and thrust into me until I screamed out as I came. Not satisfied with that, he stood above me, lowered his cock into my mouth, and released himself into me with a fierceness I’d never seen in him before.
“Come over here,” he said. He was standing at the end of the bed by the wall of windows, which overlooked a night sky filled with a blanket of shimmering stars. Somehow, he was still rock hard and throbbing, his heavy cock jutting in front of him. He was so lean and muscular from his daily trips to the gym that he looked like a God to me. “Come on,” he said. “Against the window.”
“So, we’re doing this again?” I asked. “We’ve already done this before. At home. Don’t you have anything better to offer me?”
“Are you questioning me?” he said. “Because you shouldn’t, Jennifer. Now turn around and face the glass.”
I did, and with a swiftness that surprised me, he lifted my left leg high into the air until my heel pressed against the glass. His hands reached around to pinch one of my nipples, and then he started to ram into me in ways that were so brutal and thrilling, I trembled with pleasure as my right cheek pressed against the glass.
“You want to come again, don’t you?”
If I was being myself, I would have challenged him and said, “Just try to get me there.” But by fully letting myself go and giving everything to him, it allowed him to bring out things in me that even I didn’t know existed. “Make me come,” I said.
“Not quite yet.”
He thrusted even harder into me, his size making me catch my breath. Alex was heavily hung—not just in length, but in girth; he was nearly as thick as my wrist. When he rammed into me like that, even to this day, it still was something of a shock to me.
But a pleasurable one.
All night long, he’d been promising me that I’d see another side of him tonight. And he was correct—he was being rougher with me than usual, but in ways that were exhilarating because he knew exactly what he was doing. And then there were the times when he became more gentle and loving than he’d ever been with me. He awakened my senses with his lips, fingers, and tongue. He drew things out of me that could only have happened with complete trust, which I had in him.
And in the end? After countless positions? Alex came through with his promise. I came five times, while he only came twice.
When we were exhausted and our lovemaking was over, he took me in his arms, carried me to our bed, and laid me on my left side—which was my favorite side for sleep. As he came up behind me, I felt his softening cock press against my ass, and then he held me close to him, murmuring in my ear how much he loved me until I faded into the night, asleep in his arms.
