Alexie loosens his grip on my hair, but his hand remains on my throat. A warning that he could kill me in the blink of an eye, and I’m too powerless to do anything about it. “I don’t want to control you, Mia. Where’s the fun of being with someone who just does what I want? I don’t like weak women, Mia. That’s not why I want you. When I look at you, I see strength, power, determination. Possession. That’s what I want. To possess you the way you possess me. I want an equal, Solnce. I’m willing to give up control to you, Mia. Control I hold onto by a thread.”
His words whirl around my mind like a wild tornado. I’m lost in his voice, haunted by the desperate sadness lurking in his gray eyes. Men like Alexie are dangerous, much more so than men I’ve been entangled with in the past, but I can’t help but believe him. I may be foolish in my willingness to succumb to this man, but I’m powerless to fight it.
“You’ll get your turn, but right now, I’m the one with power, remember?’
One side of his perfectly full lips turns up as he lifts me upright by my neck. “Yes, Mistress.”
“No need for formality. Mia is fine.”
“Can I call you Solnce?”
I shrug as I grab the cleaner and spritz it on the pink dildo. “I don’t know what it means, but I assume it’s not bad.”
“No, darling, it’s not bad.”
I tug my hot pants down my legs, kicking them off my feet. Sliding into the strap-on, I insert the small end in my pussy and grab the remote control. Turning, I point my newfound cock at Alexie. I wrap my hands around the dildo as I watch Alexie’s eyes glide down my body like a lover’s caress. “Be a good boy and strip.”
5
Alexie
I never pegged myself as an exhibitionist, but I strip off my clothes one piece at a time in a slow, methodical manner while Mia soaks me in like she’s starving and I’m the most decadent meal she’s ever seen. Yep, my cock is rock hard.
I can’t take my eyes off her hand as she strokes the pink dildo slowly up and down. Her hand glides along the shaft as her fingers pay extra attention to the head. I’m salivating like a damn dog.
It’s a sad state of affairs when I’m jealous of a piece of silicone. I’m pretty sure at this moment, I’d be willing to chop off my right hand to have her touch on my dick.
I’m naked, standing in front of her, allowing her to have control, something I hold on to so tightly.
I’m never this open with others. I’ve never allowed a woman to take the lead while I follow. The upper hand is something I enjoy. There’s a sense of power that comes from people not knowing if you’re going to be caring or turn around and snap their neck, making them nothing but a distant memory. Therefore, the role of the lovable psycho suits me well. Everyone likes me, but they also fear me.
Seeing Mia like this, watching the fire in her eyes as she stares at the tip of my cock, gives me the power to relinquish control.
She raises an eyebrow. “You’ve got a piercing?”
“Is that a question or a statement?”
“Well, I guess it’s not a question. I’m not blind. I can see the tip of your cock. There’s a piercing or earring coming at me from all directions. Is it an earring? What do you call that thing? How long is it? I mean, you’re thick! How’d it get from one end to the other?”
I laugh at her sudden nervousness. “It’s called a magic cross. And trust me, darling, when I’m buried balls deep in you, you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”
I watch as she swallows, her eyes wide.
“I like you staring at my cock, but maybe you should check out the rest of the hardware.”
Her eyes move up to my chest. “Oh, god,” she moans as her hand moves faster along the dildo. “You have pierced s, too? Fuck, that’s hot.”
“It’s not the best part,” I say as I stick out my tongue.
“Are you trying to distract me? Are you hoping I’ll get all crazy when I look at your metalware and decide I don’t want you bent over taking it in the ass like a good boy?”
I open my arms. “I’m all yours, Mia.”
“Get on your knees,” she demands.
My knees hit the cold hardwood floor without any hesitation, without protest or a fight. I relish someone else taking control—no, not someone. Mia.
My head is yanked back by Mia’s fingers grasping my hair in a vicious act of dominance. Her eyes bore into mine, and all I can think is if this woman were God, I’d be the most religious man on earth. I’d devote my life to prayer and service in the hope she’d spread her legs and show me paradise.