He moved off the bed and she swiped the back of her hand across her mouth.

She saw him grab a condom from the top drawer of the nightstand. Her pussy moistened in anticipation as she watched him. His cock was thick and red, and she spread her legs a bit more in anticipation.

Before he sank into her, he teased her clit. "You're slick for me, Chelsea," he said, and she heard the approval in his voice.

"I think you're sexy, Sir."

"I think you're almost ready." He knelt and wrapped his arms around her thighs to drag her closer to his face. "Only fair," he said.

He licked her cunt and she arched her back. "Sir!"

"No coming without permission." He played with the base of the plug, tapping on it and pulling it out a little before releasing it.

"Oh, Sir! I am ready to come."

"Soon," he promised. "But not yet."

He inserted a finger in her, then a second. She grabbed hold of the sheet, digging in her fingers as she tried to stave off the orgasm.

When she was thrashing her head back and forth, he finally stopped and stood.

"Sir, fuck me."

"Scoot back."

He helped her towards the middle of the bed, then he moved between her legs. He pressed his thumb against her clit as he pushed the tip of his cock inside her. She clenched his forearms. As he eased in, the plug filled her insides, making the fit of his dick impossibly tight. "I'm not sure I can manage, Sir."

"Try for me," he said as he went in deeper.

She cried out. She had never felt anything so intense.

"Wrap your legs around my waist."

The pressure had her paralysed, and she wasn't sure she could follow his instructions, no matter how much she wanted to. He moved slightly so that he could lift her hips.

"Now do it," he said.

With his support, she was able to do as he asked. With her spread helplessly, he claimed her pussy. She cried out.

"Chelsea?"

"I'm okay. I... Wow. So tight, Sir."

"Would you like me to stop?"

She looked at him, and admitted her darkest desires. "No. I'd like you to fuck me."

He gave a nod indicating his approval. Her heart soared.

"I asked you to keep your hands above your head."

She felt colour drain from her face. "Sorry, Sir." She put them where they were supposed to be, and he pinned her wrists to the mattress. His grip was firm and seductive. Her insides tightened.

"That's better," he said.

"Do me, Sir."

"My pleasure, girl."

This moment, with him poised over her, was everything she'd wanted. The feeling of being compliant and wanted turned her inside out.

He slid into her again, and she was shocked by how slick she was, how ready for him.

"Yeah," he said on a groan.

Master Alexander pulled out slightly, then re-entered her.

She was lost. "More," she said, asked, demanded.

He fucked her slowly at first, building the intensity in her. She thrashed her head as he stroked her insides with his thick cock. "Yes," she said.

He rode her harder and harder.

"You're right," he said, his voice sounding guttural. "You feel tight. You're a hot little submissive. Fuck."

Pure feminine pleasure bloomed. This man was always so controlled, and clearly the sex was affecting him, too. Yes.

"Come," he said. "Anytime."

She closed her eyes as he did her. Because of the unique internal pressure it was more difficult for her to achieve orgasm than a few minutes ago. These sensations made her delirious.

He pistoned his hips, driving deeper.

"Sir... Master Alexander..." She didn't know what she was asking. The only thing she knew was that she couldn't survive much more.

Finally a climax overtook her, but not in a way it ever had before. This started somewhere deep inside her and eased its way up, long and sustained.

When she thought it would remain frustratingly out of reach, it overtook her. She struggled against his hold, reaching for more.

He moaned as her pussy muscles squeezed him.

"So damn hot," he said. He lifted his body. "Look at me."

She opened her eyes.

His eyes were darker than she'd ever seen them, and he seemed to stare straight into her. Fancifully, she wondered if he could see all her secrets.

He jerked his hips, creating shallow motions in her. Absolutely. There was no doubt, this Dom was attuned to her enough to know everything about her. He kept his gaze focused on her, reading her reactions. With perfect timing, he forced another orgasm from her. She cried out, never having been more satisfied.

"Chelsea..."

"Come in me, Sir."

Unbelievably he held back, waiting until after she had another orgasm. Her breaths were shallow and ragged. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. Several more seconds passed before he froze. "Sir," she whispered.

He shuddered, then she felt the tell-tale pulse of his cock as he ejaculated. He filled the condom and bit the side of her neck.

She felt owned, possessed, happy.

For a moment, he collapsed on her, making it impossible for her to completely fill her lungs. But she didn't protest. She liked having him inside her, enjoyed his possession. Master Alexander made her feel ultra-feminine.

She wrestled her arms from his grip and threaded the fingers of one hand into his hair. She ran her other hand down his back. Under his tutelage, she was changing. She had never been the nurturing type, but he made her want to soothe him. The impulse made her smile. She was a woman, and he was a big, bad Dom.

After a few moments, he shifted their positions so that she was on her side and he was behind her. He held her tight. She stiffened momentarily.

"Shh. Fight me in five minutes. For now, enjoy."

He doesn't ask for much. She fought the impulse to get out of bed and go home, anything to put some distance between them.

"You can do it willingly, Chelsea, or I can tie you to the headboard and force you to let me snuggle you. Either way, I win."

To reinforce his words, he drew her closer. Five seconds later, he pinched her buttock. She squealed and jerked. He settled her even closer to him.

"Fine," she said.

"Fine?"

"I mean, thank you, Sir." The man terrified her. If she gave him the time he demanded, she was afraid she'd never want to leave.

His arm was draped across her, and she was reminded how big he was. He placed a hand right above her pelvic bone and inched her backwards so that her rear was curved against him. She was aware of the plug still, and his semi-flaccid cock. This was more intimacy than she usually allowed. It bothered her that she liked it.

True to his word, he didn't imprison her for long. He released her and climbed from the bed. "Move it," he said, coming around to the side she was facing. "Into the bathroom so I can take out the plug."

For some reason, that sounded like a threat.

"Do you have an objection, sub?"

She sorted through her feelings. "This may be ridiculous, but the idea bothers me."

"I fucked you with it."

"I know. But... I don't know. That seems more personal than what we did earlier, Sir."

"Let go of your need to control everything."

She curled into a tighter ball.

He scooped her from the bed. She gasped and held onto him so he wouldn't drop her.

He strode into the en suite bathroom and continued to hold her, for far longer than necessary. "This is amazing," she said. She'd never seen anything like this in a private home. He had to have knocked down walls to create such a large, spa-like space.

The tile floor was black and white in art deco style. A claw-foot tub stood off to one side. An extra-large shower had benches built in and dual showerheads on poles. The water closet was behind another door, and there were two sinks with tall, arched faucets. Shelves held candles and numerous decorator touches. A skylight completed the space.

"Get on all fours, forehead on the floor," he said, sliding her down his body "You may use the rug."

"I'm going to die of humiliation," she protested as she stepped away from him.

"Not likely. But you are going to get a beating if you stall one more second."

"Yes, Sir." Mortification eating her from the inside out, she lowered herself as he'd ordered and presented her ass to him. She squeezed her eyes shut as he pulled out the long piece of silicone.

She heard him drop it in the sink.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked.

Her ass burned for a moment, then the pain faded instantly. Where the plug had felt invasive, she now felt vaguely empty.

"Your ass is nicely stretched. I'm looking forward to the opportunity to fuck you up there. Please stand."

She did, and she met his gaze.

"You've pleased me very much."

"Thank you, Sir."

Are you still determined to go home tonight?"

She nodded.

"Shower, first," he said, turning on the faucet.

Another first. She'd never showered with a man before. He checked the water temperature then pushed her inside the stall.

"You're going to let me do this, so I suggest you don't even start an argument."

She shut her mouth as he adjusted the water's height so it hit her shoulders. Beneath the spray, tension left her body.

He then removed the other showerhead from its pole and directed the spray down her body.

"Turn around."

He soaped her skin, lathering her with one motion and rinsing her with the next.

She tensed when he rinsed between her buttocks. "Sir, this is really personal."

"Yes, sub. It is."

Apparently unconcerned by her protests, he continued.