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"Trust me?" she asked quietly.It should've been a difficult question, but it wasn't.An hour ago she was a stranger watching you from across a crowded bar. Now you're climbing into the back of a black Rolls Royce because somehow saying no feels impossible.She flirts like it's a language. Smiles like she's already won. Kisses like she doesn't ask for permission from the world.A woman in a tailored suit calls her boss and suddenly the gorgeous stranger you've been shamelessly flirting with might not be just another woman at the bar and you have absolutely no idea what you've just walked into.

Part 6 Word Count: 11.5k Warnings: Smut Masterlist

There was absolutely no urgency in Alexia this morning, you woke slowly, warm beneath the duvet, you felt the weight of an arm across your waist and the steady warmth pressed against your back.

Alexia was still asleep, or pretending to be, you shifted carefully, trying to turn onto your other side, but the arm around you tightened immediately.

You smiled to yourself, “Alexia.” A sleepy hum came from behind you, “You awake?”

“No.”

“You just answered me.”

“No.”

You laughed quietly as she buried her face against the back of your neck, pulling you closer until your back was completely flush against her chest, “You have somewhere to be?” you asked.

“No.”

“You always have somewhere to be.”

“Not today.”

That surprised you, you turned in her arms, finding her hair messy, face softer than you'd ever seen it. No perfectly composed boss, no sharp suit and no unreadable expression.

Just Alexia, still half asleep.

“You're not getting up?”

She shook her head.

“Why?”

“Because I don't want to.”

You raised an eyebrow, “That's very unlike you.”

“Maybe I'm tired.”

“You slept all night.”

“I know.”

“And you're still tired?”

“Yes.”

You smiled, “Lazy.”

Her eyes opened properly then, narrowing at you, “Careful.”

You grinned, “What are you going to do?”

Alexia pulled you closer until your nose brushed hers, “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“I'm staying in bed.”

You stared at her for a moment before settling back against the pillows, “Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

She tucked the duvet around both of you, then rested her head against yours, the silence that followed was comfortable. Just the two of you lying there while sunlight slowly crept through the curtains.

After several minutes, you whispered, “This is nice.”

Alexia hummed, “Very.”

“You know everyone's going to think you've been kidnapped.”

“They'll survive.”

“Mapi will probably call the police.”

“She knows better.”

You smiled, “Patri definitely won't.”

“No. She'll probably say it's about time.”

You laughed, Alexia's arm tightened around you and neither of you made any attempt to get up. For once, there was nowhere either of you needed to be.

By half past ten, the house had started to notice, Alexia was always awake early.

Usually she was the first person moving through the house, coffee in hand, already dressed and halfway through three phone calls before anyone else had managed to find their conscious.

By eleven, she'd normally been in the office for hours but his morning, her office remained dark, her coffee machine hadn't been touched and most importantly nobody had heard from the boss.

Mapi was the first to notice, she wandered into the kitchen wearing oversized sunglasses despite being indoors, opened the fridge and stared inside for several seconds.

"Where's Alexia?"

Ingrid looked up from the pancakes, "Out, I think."

Misa glanced over from the table, "I haven't seen her."

Mapi frowned, "What time did she wake up?"

"I don't know."

Mapi looked towards the staircase, "I'll check."

Misa immediately shook her head, "Don't."

"Why?"

"Because if she's sleeping, you'll die."

Mapi considered that, "Fair."

They all returned to whatever they had been doing, five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen.

Mapi slowly looked up from her phone, "She's still not down."

Patri looked at the clock, "Maybe she's sick."

Ingrid shook her head, "She would've told me."

"Maybe she's working."

Misa snorted, "From her bedroom?"

Nobody answered, because that was possible, but increasingly unlikely.

Upstairs, you were beginning to realise exactly how comfortable you'd become.

You were curled beneath the duvet with your head resting against Alexia's chest, one leg tangled lazily with hers.

Alexia was awake now, technically but her eyes were closed, but every so often her fingers moved absentmindedly through your hair.

"You know it's nearly eleven," you murmured.

"I know."

"You really don't have anything to do?"

"No."

"You don't have a meeting?"

"No."

"Calls?"

"No."

"People to threaten?"

One eye opened, "Not today."

You smiled, "Domestic."

"Don't ruin it."

You laughed quietly and tucked yourself closer, Alexia kissed the top of your head, then, a knock sounded and you both of you froze.

"Boss?"

Alexia closed her eyes, you bit your lip to stop yourself laughing, another knock.

"Boss?"

Alexia sighed, "What?"

The door opened approximately two inches, Patri's face appeared through the gap, she looked at Alexia, then at you, then at Alexia again.

There was a long silence, "Oh."

Alexia stared at her, "Why are you here?"

Patri slowly raised the coffee cup in her hand, "I was bringing you this."

"I don't want it."

Patri looked down at the cup, "I made it specially."

"Put it on the side there"

Patri nodded, "Right." Patri disappeared, the door clicked shut.

You immediately burst out laughing, Alexia groaned and dropped her head back onto the pillow, "This house."

"You've created this."

"I know, what if I was fucking you?"

You looked up at her, "You care if she sees?"

"I don't care."

"You care a little."

"No."

"You definitely care."

Alexia pulled the duvet higher over both of you, "Shush brat"

You smiled, "Yes, boss."

Downstairs, Patri returned to the kitchen, api immediately looked up, "Well?"

Patri took a sip of her coffee, "She's alive."

Misa narrowed her eyes, "Why did you take so long?"

Patri shrugged, "She's with Y/N."

Ingrid tried to hide her smile, Mapi looked genuinely offended, "So she can spend an entire morning in bed with her but when I ask her to watch a film with me suddenly she's busy?"

Patri patted her shoulder, "You're not the favourite."

"Apparently not."

Misa leaned back in her chair, "Give her another hour."

Mapi frowned, "Why?"

Misa's mouth twitched, "She'll come out after they fuck"

Patri nodded solemnly, "I'll go find my ear plugs"

Ingrid looked between them, "You're all terrible, leave them be, Alexia is happy."

From upstairs came the faint sound of laughter, everyone stopped, Mapi looked towards the ceiling, "She's laughing."

Ingrid smiled, "Yeah."

Misa exchanged a glance with Patri, there was something oddly nice about hearing it, because Alexia rarely allowed herself mornings like this, rarely let the world wait, rarely forgot to be the boss, and apparently she'd found someone worth forgetting it for.

You were giggling as you shifted beneath the sheets and found Alexia’s lips already on yours, her hand mapped warm and solid at your thigh. You felt her smile against your mouth, less a curve than a pressure of intent, and you responded in kind, letting her tongue part your lips, letting her guide you until you could taste the heat of her, familiar and still somehow new.

You wound your arms around her neck, pulling her down until she rolled you both into the middle of the bed, her body flush against yours, her thigh slotted high between your own. You gasped at the contact, and she took that as permission, hands running up beneath the hem of your shirt, over your ribs, tracing you as if you were the only territory she wanted to govern.

You broke from her when you heard a near by door shut, and in those moments her eyes searched yours, searching for any sign you didn't want this, you never let her find it.

You grazed your teeth over her jaw, let your hands tangle in the hair at the base of her skull, and when she shivered, you felt it everywhere. Her hands moved down, then up, then down again, finally settling at your hips. She rocked against you, once, then again, the movement grinding your body into the mattress. You responded, hips rising to meet the pressure, letting her know exactly what you wanted.

She pulled back for a second, just enough space to look at you. Her pupils blown, her lips reddened, her breathing uneven. “You drive me crazy,” she whispered, but her voice was a threat and a promise all at once.

You grinned, lost your voice in her mouth, and let her devour you, she pressed her lips to your collarbone, her teeth grazed your skin, and you yelped, the sound muffled against her shoulder. She laughed, the vibration a physical thing, and you dug your nails into her back in retaliation. She responded by pinning both your wrists above your head with one hand and kissing you so deeply you forgot everything but her.

You broke free and managed to flip her onto her back, straddling her hips. She let you, lying there with her arms crossed above her head, watching you with lazy adoration. You bent down, kissed the hollow of her throat, tasted the salt of her skin, and worked your way up to her ear, “Are you always this submissive in the mornings?” you whispered.

She hummed, the sound low and soft, “Only when they're this sexy.”

You breathed the question against her ear, voice rough with want, "Can I put the strap on you?" her answer came not in words but in the press of her palms, the way her fingers dug into the softness of your hips before sliding lower, cupping your ass with a possessive squeeze.

You arched into her touch, then reached blindly toward the night stand drawer, your fingers brushing the cool metal of the buckle before closing around the leather. She took it from you, her movements deliberate, the strap slipping through her hands like something sacred. The click of the clasp was quiet, but it might as well have been a gunshot in the hush of the room.

Alexia’s hands were large enough to palm the world, and right now you were the only world she wanted. She rolled you to your back, your knees splayed to frame her body, and she took her time feeding the leather through each loop.

You let her, watched her movements with the kind of attention reserved for religious experience, the slow, competent flex of her wrists, the way she tested the fit, circling her own hips, making sure the harness wouldn’t slip, wouldn’t falter. She looked at you as she cinched it tight, a silent challenge, as if daring you to look away from the ritual of her becoming.

She didn’t undress, not all the way, just peeled her sleep shirt over her head and left the panties on. You reached for her, and she knelt over you, arched and ready, the muscles in her abdomen standing out in stark relief.

There was no ceremony, no platitudes, just Alexia positioning herself between your thighs, the tip of her strap grazing your entrance until you were wild for friction, for the press of something solid inside you. She braced a hand flat at the side of your head and let you feel the heat and the length of her, dragging the cock up and down your slit until you were slick enough to coat the shaft.

She found your mouth with hers and, as she kissed you, let the head slide just inside, barely enough to fill, then out again. You whimpered, not shy about it, and Alexia smiled against your lips, her tongue flicking into your mouth as she worked the tip in gentle circles around your clit before pressing deeper. You clawed at her back, nails raking over the planes of her shoulder blades, and she hissed, the sound guttural enough to vibrate through your entire frame.

You wanted the power, the vantage, so you grabbed her by the hips and, with a fierce twist, reversed your bodies in one deft motion. Alexia’s back hit the mattress, her legs falling open, and you straddled her, bracing your knees to either side and grinding your cunt along the length of her cock.

She barely had time to register the reversal before you leaned in, catching her mouth in a bruising kiss and riding her slow, hard, hungry. Her hands found your thighs, then your waist, fingers digging in deep, bruising, grounding you in the moment.

You rocked forward, letting the head of her cock tease your entrance, then sat down fully, the sensation of being filled so sudden and perfect you almost blacked out. You howled, loud and raw, and Alexia’s hands jerked up, grabbing at your shirt, yanking it over your head in one clumsy motion.

You didn’t stop moving, hips winding in slow, devastating circles, the stretch and fullness exact, but you wriggled your arms free and tossed the shirt aside, baring yourself to her gaze. Her hands flew to your tits, squeezing, kneading, cupping them and thumbing the nipples with an awe that bordered on possession.

You rode her, the rhythm savage and seamless, your cunt clenching hard around the shaft, and you could feel every tremble in her body as she tried to hold still beneath you. She wanted to buck up, to fuck herself into you, but you held her down, palms braced on her chest, riding her at your own pace.

She stared up at you, eyes wide and wild, like she’d never seen you before, or couldn’t believe you’d taken control. You smirked, loving the way you could make her unravel, how completely she gave herself over to you the moment you decided to take.

You ground down, slow, then snapped your hips up only to slam back down, the slap of skin on skin a percussion that echoed through the room. She moaned, deep and dark, the sound dissolving into a series of Catalan curses that only made you want to push her further.

Her hands never left your body, she cupped your tits, then slid one hand up to your throat, thumb stroking the hollow until you lifted your chin, bared it for her. She didn’t squeeze, not really, just held you there, her thumb tracing over your pulse in time with every thrust.

The other hand found your ass, fingers digging in, guiding you down onto her with a force that bordered on feral. You fucked her, moving faster, chasing your own pleasure and hers at the same time. The cock inside you hit all the right angles, stroking that spot inside until you couldn’t see straight, and every rub of her pelvis against your clit sent sparks up your spine. You clenched around her, feeling yourself on the edge, but held off, wanting to drag it out, to make her earn it. Alexia’s eyes rolled back, her grip on you bruising.

“Fuck,” she gasped, “Look at you, fucking yourself on me. You’re fucking perfect.” Her voice was wrecked,her hand tightening on your throat. “So fucking pretty when you take charge, princesa.”

That did something electric to your brain, and you buried the flush of pleasure in the movement of your hips, setting a brutal, sweet grind that had you both clinging to the edge. You could feel her getting close, the way her abs clenched and her jaw locked and her fingers left ghost bruises in your skin. You bent over her, kissing her deep, and she met you all the way, tongue hungry and searching, hands locking around your lower back like she could fuse you there forever.

You were close, so close, and you let the rhythm get sloppier, your body demanding more and more until you could barely hold yourself upright. She felt it, saw it, and rolled her hips up into you, driving the cock deeper, just as her hand left your throat and dropped to your clit, thumb rubbing a quick, ruthless circle that undid you on the spot.

You came, shuddering, clenching, your body folding in on itself as the world whited out. You cried out, not even caring if the whole house heard, and rode out the aftershocks until you thought you’d shake yourself apart. Alexia held you through it, arms banded around your waist, her hands stroking up and down your back until you’d softened, collapsed against her chest in a loose, grateful sprawl.

She threaded her fingers through your hair, pulled you down for one more kiss, and when you caught your breath you whispered in her ear, “That’s what you get for skipping meetings.” The hand she had on your ass squeezed, hard, and she bit your shoulder, no gentler than you deserved.

“You’re not getting out of bed either,” she said, her voice a low growl, “Not for the rest of the fucking day.”

You stayed there, bodies tangled and sticky, the cock still buried inside you, for a long, lazy time. You drifted through half sleep, punctuated by the occasional roll of her hips when she decided she wanted to start it all over again. There was nothing else in the world but the sound of her voice, her breath, the weight of her hands.

Eventually you extricated yourself, half dressed and barely able to walk. Alexia watched from the bed, propped up by one elbow and grinning like a woman who had conquered not just the city but you, body and will. “I need water,” you muttered, hair sticking to your neck, and she just nodded, watching the effect of her handiwork as you stumbled toward the bathroom.

You caught your own reflection in the mirror and laughed. Your neck was a patchwork of blooming bruises, your mouth swollen, your eyes glazed. There was no hiding what you’d done. You splashed water on your face and drank straight from the tap, then pulled on a t-shirt that didn’t even reach your hips. You wandered back to the bed, climbed straight in and folded yourself against Alexia’s side.

She kissed your temple, then let her hand rest at your waist, warm and heavy. The room was quiet except for your breathing, "Do you have a car I can borrow?" you murmured into her collarbone.

She pulled back just enough to look at you, "What for?"

"To drive."

"Don't get smart."

You giggled, tilting your face up to hers, "It's Sunday. Family dinner." You traced a lazy line across her sternum, "I'd like to go."

Alexia grinned, her eyes narrowing, “You want to show up at dinner like this?”

You shrugged, reckless now, spreading your arms to display the constellation of marks she’d left, “Family tradition. If I don’t show up with at least a few bruises after the last few months, they’ll think somethings wrong.”

She laughed and rolled over you, bracing herself with one palm beside your head, pinning you with the weight of her gaze, “You’re impossible,” she said, but there was a thread of wonder in it. She kissed your cheek, the edge of your jaw, the hollow just beneath your ear each press a mark of ownership, “Go shower, brat. I’ll have Cata bring a car around.”

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Alexia waited perched on the edge of the bed when you came out, already dressed, the illusion of professional, only the hint of red left at her jaw betraying you both. She held out a pair of your own jeans and a clean top, folding them one handed, “Ten minutes,” she said, as if she hadn’t just spent the last hour let you fuck her into the mattress.

You dressed quickly, a ritual now, and when you pulled on your shoes she knelt to tie the laces for you, quick and tight. “You don’t have to,” you muttered, but she only glanced up, an eyebrow cocked, as if to say, try and stop me.

Downstairs, the kitchen had turned into a holding pen for the entire crew. Patri sat hunched over the sports section, lips moving as she read, Misa methodically demolished a pile of eggs and toast, while Ingrid and Mapi stood at the sink, laughing at something so hard they both clung to the counter for support. You paused in the doorway, feeling weirdly exposed, but not in the way you usually did around these women. More like you’d returned from somewhere dangerous, and everyone present knew exactly who had brought you back. There was a roar of an engine, “Come on thats cata with the car”

Cata pulled up outside the estate in something that made you stop halfway down the steps.

You stared, then you looked at Alexia, then back at the car, “This is nice.”

Alexia leaned against the doorway, arms folded, “Nice?”

You grinned, “Very nice.”

Cata got out leaving open the driver's door for you. You climbed in, immediately sinking into the leather seat with a satisfied little hum, “Jesus.”

Alexia laughed under her breath, you were already pulling your phone from your pocket when Alexia walked over and lowered the window before shutting the door and leaning down slightly, “What are you doing?”

“Connecting my phone to play music.”

A second later, your music came through the speakers, you shimmied around in the seat, grinning as you put your seatbelt on, “Perfect.”

Alexia stared at you through the open window, “Behave.”

You looked up innocently, “Permission to drive it like I stole it?”

“No.” You laughed, “It's a very powerful, very expensive car, brat.”

You gave her a slow once over, then smiled, “I've ridden more powerful things than this.”

Alexia went completely still, Cata, standing several feet away, suddenly found the driveway fascinating. Alexia's eyebrows lifted, “You really don't know when to stop, do you?”

You grinned, “Never.”

She shook her head, but there was a smile threatening at the corner of her mouth, “I'm trusting you.”

You puckered your lips, Alexia rolled her eyes before leaning through the window and kissing you.

“Behave,” she murmured against your lips, “And get back in one piece.”

You pulled back just enough to look at her, “You talking to me or the car?”

That finally got the laugh you were looking for, Alexia straightened, shaking her head as she stepped away from the car, “Have fun.”

You smiled, put the car into gear and began rolling down the driveway, the enormous gates opened ahead of you, and you immediately turned the music up much louder.

Alexia's smile disappeared, “She's going to ruin that car isn't she"

Cata glanced at her, “You told her to have fun.”

“I didn't mean that kind of fun.”

The sports car disappeared through the gates, your acceleration noticeably more enthusiastic than necessary.

Alexia watched the empty driveway for another few seconds before sighing, “She's going to be the death of me.”

Cata's mouth twitched, “You knew that already.”

Alexia looked at her, “Unfortunately.”

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By the time you finally turned back through the gates, the estate was almost completely dark. You glanced at the clock on the dashboard, far later than you'd intended.

The driveway stretched ahead, illuminated by the soft pools of the security lights, and the ridiculous sports car purred beneath you as you eased it to a stop outside the main door.

You killed the engine, and it was silent, t=for a second, you just sat there, hands resting on the steering wheel, listening to the ticking of the cooling engine.

Then the front door opened and Cata appeared, she looked exhausted, hair slightly mussed, arms folded over her chest, and judging by the way she blinked several times, she'd been fighting sleep for a while.

You climbed out, Cata looked at the time on her watch, “You're very late.”

“I know.”

“I was beginning to think you were staying at your father's.”

You winced. “Sorry.”

She sighed, but there wasn't much bite behind it, “Come on, inside, I need to lock everything up.”

You followed her inside, the house completely different at this hour. No music or voices. No Patri arguing with someone over something ridiculous and no Mapi sprawled across the sofa.

Just silence, Cata checked the locks while you stood nearby, trying not to yawn.

“Everyone asleep?”

“Hours ago.”

You nodded, “Goodnight, Cata.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You started upstairs, the hallway was dark, only the small lights along the floor illuminating your way.

You reached Alexia's bedroom and slowly pushed the door open, the room was dark. You slipped inside and quietly closed it behind you, Alexia was lying in bed, facing away from the door still, far too still.

You stood there for a moment, watching the still shape of her in the dark. Then you moved, silent on the cool floorboards. Your shirt came off first, then your jeans and underwear, peeled away and left in a heap near the foot of the bed. The duvet was heavy and cool as you lifted it and slid in beside her, skin meeting skin in the dark, naked and unannounced.

You didn't have to wait long.

Alexia rolled over, the mattress shifting under her weight, and you felt her hand slide over your hip, the heat of her palm waking every nerve under your skin. She tucked her chest against your back, her chin against your shoulder, and let her arm drape heavy and possessive around your waist. The harness she'd never seemed to take off pressed hard into the curve of your ass, the silicone cock resting flush against your skin, the leather cool but her intent anything but.

She nipped your ear, her teeth catching the lobe before her mouth hovered just above it. "You're late," she whispered, her voice ruined by sleep and restraint.

You shivered, tried to roll towards her, but she just held you tighter, you reached back blindly, fingers scrabbling for her hip, and she caught your hand, pinning it next to your head with casual ease. "You missed me," you said, letting it hang in the dark, half taunt and half confession.

Alexia hummed, the sound a vibration low in her throat, "I missed your pussy." You could feel the slick between your legs, could feel her shift her hips so the strap ground slow and deliberate against you. "You want it?" she murmured, not bothering to wait for the answer.

You knew better than to say no, her hand slid from your waist to your chest, cupping your breast, and you ground back into her, needy. She rocked her hips, the cock rutting up between your ass cheeks, then let her hand drift down, over your stomach, until her fingers found the place you were already open for her. She rubbed your clit slow, circular, never quite enough and always too much.

"Please," you breathed, but she only bit your neck, the sharp sting sending another hot rush down your spine.

She guided the cock against your entrance, teasing, then pushed just the head inside, her hand pressing low on your stomach to keep you steady as she slid in deeper, deliberate and slow, like she wanted to feel every inch. You gasped, the fullness sudden and overwhelming, and she stilled, just breathing with you.

"You were late," she repeated, and this time there was a rasp of a threat in her voice, something almost dangerous. She rocked her hips, shallow and slow, and you shuddered, hands clawing at the sheets for purchase. Every thrust was measured, controlled, and you were already close.

She fucked you from behind, every inch of her body lined against yours, the cock driving into you, the force of it making you bite down on your own arm to keep from waking the house. Alexia wrapped her free arm around your chest, her hand over your throat, not choking but holding you in place, her breath hot in your ear.

"You need to be taught a lesson," she whispered, and you nodded, unable to speak.

Her grip went tighter, and her thrusts went deeper, more punishing, until your whole body jerked with the force of it. She bent your arm behind you, pinning it between your back and her, and forced your cheek into the pillow.

Her hand left your throat and found your hip, manhandling you until you were half on your side, half twisted, the cock plunging into you at an angle that made you lose all sense. She pressed her palm flat between your shoulder blades, holding you down as she pistoned in and out with steady, brutal pace.

You felt feral, caught and caged, and you loved her for it, for knowing exactly how to make you feel like prey and a queen at the same time. You wanted more, wanted her to ruin you, and you moaned, low, the sound muffled by the pillow but not lost to her.

She caught your knee and pulled it higher, opening you wider, and fucked you so deep you thought you might split apart from it. You clamped around her, the orgasm building, but she kept you right at the edge, never letting you fall over, always pulling you back with the deliberate cruelty of someone who had all the time in the world.

She reached between your legs, found your clit, and circled it gentle at first, then faster, rougher, until you started to sob, the need so sharp it bordered on pain. You tried to push back, to take more of her in, but she only laughed, mean and delighted, and slowed her pace, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, over and over until you were shaking with it.

She leaned down, her mouth at your ear, and said, "You going to come on my cock brat?"

You could do nothing but nod, helpless and grateful. She kept you there, a creature of nerve and need, until you begged. You didn't remember deciding to beg, but you heard yourself pleading, please, please, please, and Alexia rewarded you by rubbing your clit harder, fucking you deeper, until you snapped.

The orgasm hit like a fist, your body convulsing, vision gone white as you came around her, the aftershocks shaking you apart. She didn't let up, she pulled you onto your hands and knees, your body trembling, and mounted you, the cock driving back in, harder and faster. She held your hips in an iron grip, fingers digging into the flesh, and pounded into you until you thought you might black out from the overstimulation.

You were still spasming from the first orgasm when the second crested, the pleasure so intense you howled, muffled only by the pillow bunched beneath your chin you were gripping tightly.

Alexia pulled out abruptly, leaving you gaping and empty, and you nearly sobbed at the loss. She guided you down onto your elbows, face in the sheets, ass in the air, exposed and dripping. You felt her hand at the small of your back, then fingers probing at your cunt, slipping in to curl and stroke that spot inside until you were seeing stars.

Then her hand left you, and you felt the blunt pressure of her finger at your asshole, slick with your own wetness. The touch was shocking, almost as much for its gentleness as for the fact of you’d never let anyone before, and even now, bent over and wrecked and sweat slicked beneath her, you weren’t sure you could, but Alexia didn’t ask.

She circled your asshole with her fingertip, drawing out the anticipation until you thought you might start crying for it. Only then did she press, slow and steady, she groaned when her finger breached you, not cruel but reverent, watching the way your whole body tensed and trembled at the newness of it.

She fucked you both ways, the cock grinding into your cunt, her finger working in and out of your ass in time with every thrust. You’d never felt so exposed so claimed by another person but all you could do was ride the feeling, dig your nails into the mattress, and beg for more. You heard yourself babbling, the words half sobbed, “Please, please, please” and she only laughed, low and fond and dangerous, then leaned forward until her chest pressed your upper back and her mouth hovered at your ear.

“You want my cock in your ass, don’t you?” she said, voice so soft it could have been a secret. You couldn’t answer, just nodded, the motion frantic. Alexia bit your neck, then stilled her finger, the cock, everything, you thought she might stop, but then she said, “Not yet,” and pulled her finger out, leaving you pulsing and empty in a new, sharper way.

She flipped you, face up to the ceiling, her hands rough and sure. She took hold of your ankles and pressed them back towards your head, then licked her finger and brought it back to your ass, circling, pressing, working it in slow, and now you could see her watching you, the way your mouth fell open at the intrusion, the way your body arched up for her. She pumped the cock in and out with steady, measured rhythm, and every time she bottomed out inside you, the base of it ground against your clit, setting alight every frayed nerve ending.

Her finger played at the rim, teasing, then pressing deeper, and when you clenched around it she grinned, her teeth bared in a snarl of victory, “You’re going to let me fuck you here too,” she said, and it wasn’t a question, but you nodded, desperate, beyond shame.

You came again, this time with her finger inside you, and the sensation was so overwhelming that you went rigid, every muscle in your body locking up around her. She stroked you through it, her hand never letting up, and when you finally collapsed back onto the bed she withdrew, slow, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

She pulled out, and you whimpered at the absence, only for her to push her finger back in, working it deeper, then two. The change was sharp, but you wanted it, wanted her to know you could take whatever she gave. She worked you open, patient, relentless, until you were wild when she took the cock in one hand and lined it up with your ass, the head slick from your own cunt and the lube she’d palmed without you ever seeing.

She pressed, steady, relentless, and you felt the burn, the stretch, the delicious, terrifying slow bloom as she worked the tip inside you. She went slow, so slow you wanted to scream, but when you whimpered and tried to push back onto her, she caught your hips in an iron grip and held you still.

“Let me,” she growled, and you let her, let her fuck your ass with perfect, excruciating patience, let her fill you until you were sobbing into her shoulder from the sheer, greedy relief of it. She fucked you deep, both holes at once, her fingers in your cunt and a thumb still on your clit, and for one, transcendent moment you didn’t know where you started or ended, only that you belonged to her, that she had claimed every inch inside and out.

You heard yourself panting, the words falling out uncontrolled: Yes, yes, yes and you came again, and then again, until you were wrung out, unable even to move except for the helpless clench of your muscles around her as she drove home the last thrusts. Alexia held you through it, let you collapse into a sticky, ruined heap with her arms wrapped around your back, burying her face in your hair as if she could inhale what was left of you.

After a while, the cock slid out, the stretch replaced by the dull ache of fullness, and she soothed you with quiet, nonsense words. You lay there together, a tangle of wrecked limbs and exhausted breath, and for a while there was nothing in the world but the thundering of your heart and the way she stroked your thigh, slow and reverent, as if you were both something holy and something temporary and she wanted to memorise every detail before it was gone.

She turned you over, eventually, and pulled you to her chest, stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head, “Never do that again,” she whispered.

You didn’t know what she meant leaving, or coming home so late, or letting her control you in such a way you seemingly did the one thing you said you would never do without even so much as a peep of resistance but you nodded anyway, said, “Okay,” because it was all you could manage.

She tucked the duvet tight around your bodies and, when she was sure you weren’t going anywhere, fell asleep with her arms locked around you. You didn’t sleep at first, just listened to the solidity of her heart and the rise of her chest and the strange, blessed quiet that had finally come to your life.

💪🏼 You were beginning to suspect Alexia was doing it deliberately, every single time the conversation got remotely close to the topic of relationship labels, she'd redirect it with the skill of someone dodging sniper fire.

Currently, you were lying in bed with a book balanced on your chest while Alexia sat beside you answering emails on her laptop, which should have been illegal, nobody should look that attractive while checking spreadsheets.

You rolled onto your side and rested your chin on her shoulder, "Busy?"

"Mm."

You peered at the screen, "That looks boring."

"It is."

"So stop."

"No."

You sighed dramatically, Alexia didn't even look up.

A few minutes later she finally closed the laptop and placed it on the bedside table, immediately she rolled over and wrapped an arm around your waist, dragging you against her.

You smiled despite yourself, you settled comfortably against her chest, Alexia buried her face in your hair.

The room fell quiet which was perfect, because now was your chance.

"So."

Alexia immediately sighed.

You frowned, "What?"

"You've got that tone."

"What tone?"

"The one before you ask me something."

"I don't have a tone."

"You absolutely have a tone." You poked her side, she caught your wrist, "Rude."

You looked up at her, "So."

"Not again."

You narrowed your eyes, Alexia was already smiling, "Are we..."

"No."

You blinked, "No?"

"I know exactly what you're about to ask."

"Then answer it."

"I just did."

You stared at her, "That wasn't an answer."

"It was."

"It wasn't."

"It absolutely was."

You groaned and dropped your head back onto the pillow, "You're annoying."

Alexia looked very pleased with herself a dangerous sign.

You tried a different approach, "You know most people have conversations about these things."

"We have conversations."

"Not about this."

"We're talking about it now."

"We aren't."

Alexia kissed your forehead, "Conversations over brat, go to sleep"

You made an offended noise, she laughed, actually laughed, the smug bastard, "Alexia."

"Yes?"

You sat up slightly, "We spend every day together."

"Mm."

"You moved me into your room."

"For safety."

"You sleep wrapped around me."

"It's comfortable."

"You get annoyed when I leave the house."

"I get annoyed when you disappear."

"You threatened a waiter because she flirted with me."

"She was irritating."

You stared at her, Alexia stared right back completely serious, "Okay," you said slowly, "What exactly are we then?"

She reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, "A headache."

You slapped her shoulder, Alexia laughed again, "You know what I mean."

"I do."

"Then answer." Instead of speaking, she pulled you back into her arms, you narrowed your eyes, "You're avoiding it."

"No."

"You are."

"No."

"You literally are."

Alexia kissed the corner of your mouth, "No."

Another kiss.

"You."

Another.

"Are."

Another.

"Being."

Another.

"Distracting."

By the time you reached the last word you were smiling despite your best efforts.

"That's manipulation."

"It worked."

"Alexia."

She finally looked at you, some of the amusement softened, the teasing faded slightly, "You want labels."

You hesitated, "Maybe."

Alexia was quiet for a moment which was unusual, because Alexia always seemed to have an answer. Eventually she sighed, "I haven't done this before."

That caught you off guard, "What?"

"This." She gestured vaguely between the two of you, "Whatever this is."

You blinked, "Seriously? That's what i'm trying to figure out, you've definitely dated people before Alexia."

"I've slept with people."

"Oh."

"Different." You couldn't really argue with that. Alexia looked away briefly, "The people I care about live in this house."

You softened immediately, "Ale..."

The admission seemed to physically pain her, which was honestly adorable. You tried not to smile and failed.

"Oh my God."

"What?"

"You're nervous."

"I'm not nervous."

"You are."

"I'm not."

"You absolutely are."

Alexia glared, you grinned, the terrifying mafia boss looked away first which felt incredible.

"So," you said carefully, "Hypothetically."

Alexia immediately looked suspicious, "Hypothetically."

"If somebody wanted you to be their girlfriend..."

"A dangerous level of hypothetical."

"...would you say yes?"

Alexia stared at you, you stared back a full minute passed, then, "Brat."

Alexia stared at you, you stared right back, a dangerous smile slowly started spreading across your face.

"...What?" she asked cautiously.

You shrugged, "I was just thinking." Alexia immediately looked concerned which offended you, "Rude."

"You only get that look when you're about to cause a problem."

"I don't cause problems."

Alexia laughed actually laughed, which was frankly disrespectful, you folded your arms, "Fine."

"Fine?"

You nodded. "Fine."

Alexia narrowed her eyes, "...Why do I hate that you agree with me?"

You shrugged again, "If you don't want labels that's okay."

Her eyes narrowed further, "I sense a trap."

"No."

"Absolutely a trap."

You sighed dramatically, "I just wanted clarification." Alexia didn't buy it for a second, you could see it on her face, "So we're not exclusive even at the very least"

"We—"

"That's all I needed to know."

You started climbing out of bed, Alexia immediately grabbed your wrist, "Where are you going?"

You looked back innocently, "Nowhere."

"Brat."

You smiled sweetly, "I was just thinking if we're not together, then I guess I can date other people."

You were met with silence and the temperature in the room dropped several degrees.

Alexia stared as you continued, "I mean, that seems fair."

"Fair?"

"Yeah."

"Fair?"

You nodded, "That's what I said."

Alexia's jaw tightened, you were enjoying this entirely too much, "You want to date other people."

You pretended to think about it, "I mean..."

"Y/N."

"Well, if we're not exclusive."

Alexia's eyes followed you as you got off the bed slowly and dangerously, like a predator watching something particularly stupid wander into its enclosure.

You sat on the end of the mattress, crossed your legs and chose violence, "I've actually been thinking about Misa."

The silence became deafening, Alexia blinked once, "Misa."

You nodded, "She's hot." Alexia stared and you continued before common sense could intervene, "Very hot actually."

"Interesting."

"She's mysterious."

"Mm."

"Strong."

"Mm."

"Great body, those abs." Alexia's eye twitched you nearly laughed, "Also she leant me a gun before my papa took care of the Marco situation for safety."

The eye twitched again, "Did she now."

"That's attractive."

Alexia slowly sat upright, "Oh, absolutely."

You grinned, "See? You get it."

"No. Continue."

The fact she wanted you to continue should have been a warning, instead you doubled down, "She's got that whole brooding thing."

Alexia folded her arms, "Brooding."

"Yeah."

"Anything else?"

You pretended to think, "She's surprisingly nice."

A dangerous smile appeared, "Oh?"

"And she pours orange juice without being asked."

Alexia's eyebrows lifted, "The orange juice won you over?"

"It certainly didn't hurt."

Alexia stared at you for several seconds, "Get out."

You blinked, "What?"

"Go." You burst out laughing, Alexia pointed at the bedroom door, "Go flirt with Misa then."

"Alexia." You immediately started laughing harder, "Are you jealous?"

"No."

"You are."

"No."

"You absolutely are." Alexia started walking around the bed towards you, you immediately started backing away across the bed and off the other side, "Oh my God."

"I'm not jealous."

"You sound jealous."

"I'm not."

"You sound extremely jealous."

Alexia came up to you staring down at you, you tried so hard to not smile but you'd couldn't help it, "Take that smart mouth elsewhere brat"

You brushed past her towards the door and didn't react after she spanked your ass as you past and you could feel the anger radiating off her as you pulled the door over and who happened to be walking towards you, "Oh, hi Misa" Misa oblivious asked, "I was just going down to make a coffee, you want one?"

"Aww that's sweet of you, yes please" both your head turns to the bedroom door when there was a crash behind it, you looked to Misa, "I think she's over tired"

💪🏼

The campaign lasted approximately three days before the entire house realised something was wrong, it started innocently. Alexia walked into the kitchen one morning to find you taking a seat beside Misa at the breakfast bar.

Nothing unusual there, except you immediately smiled, “Morning, Misa.”

Misa looked up from her coffee, “Morning?”

“You look nice today.”

The silence that followed was immediate, Misa blinked, Patri nearly inhaled her cereal. Across the room Alexia stopped walking.

“You look nice too, Boss,” you added without looking away from your coffee.

Alexia narrowed her eyes, Mapi physically turned her chair around, "What the fuck is happening? Are you fighting? I've not heard you two fuck in days."

Nobody had an answer, but it got worse, so much worse, Alexia would walk into a room and somehow find you already talking to Misa.

Every single time, “Misa?”

“Y/N.”

“Have you been working out?”

Misa stared, “I literally work out every day.”

“It's paying off.”

From somewhere behind you came the unmistakable sound of Alexia grunting her displeasure, you didn't even turn around.

Misa looked over your shoulder, “Boss is staring.”

“I know.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

Misa sighed, “Jesus Christ.”

The whole house knew, nobody said it, but everyone knew you were up to something especially because you only ever did it when Alexia was present.

The second she left the room you went completely back to normal, “You know,” she said one afternoon, “this feels dangerous.”

You looked up from the sofa, “What does?”

“The way you're poking the bear.”

You smiled. “I don't know what you mean.”

“You absolutely do.”

“Maybe.”

Misa rubbed her face, “I'm going to get murdered.”

“No you aren't.”

“Alexia looked at me yesterday like she was pricing burial plots.”

The funniest part was that Alexia refused to acknowledge it outwardly but the evidence was everywhere.

Whenever you sat beside Misa, Alexia suddenly needed the seat next to you.

Whenever you talked to Misa, Alexia appeared within thirty seconds.

Whenever Misa offered you anything, Alexia somehow got there first, by day four Mapi was openly taking bets.

That evening Alexia finally cornered you you were in her bedroom reading she walked in from a meeting loosened her watch and removed her jacket, then simply stared at you.

You looked up innocently, “Yes?”

"You think you're funny."

"Very." Alexia sat on the edge of the bed still staring, you returned to your book, "What?"

"You've spent four days flirting with Misa and shrugging me off with your lame excuses when I want to fuck you."

You smiled, "Have I?"

"Yes."

"Huh."

Alexia's eye twitched.

Night one you were curled beneath the blankets scrolling through your phone when Alexia moved closer her arm settled around your waist, her lips brushed your shoulder.

Normally that would've been enough, normally, tonight you simply yawned.

Alexia paused, "You tired?"

"Exhausted."

She looked suspicious immediately, "Really."

"Mm."

"You slept until ten."

"Still tired."

Alexia rolled away and you smiled at the ceiling.

The next night she tried again, you were lying beside her, Alexia's fingers traced absent patterns across your arm.

You sighed dramatically, "My head hurts."

"Your head."

"Mhm."

"Interesting."

"Very."

Alexia looked unconvinced, because both of you knew you were lying terribly.

Night three, Alexia kissed your neck, you immediately pulled the duvet higher, "I've got a stomach ache."

Alexia stopped, a dangerous quiet settled over the room, "A stomach ache."

"Terrible one."

"Five minutes ago you ate three portions of Ingrid's lasagna."

You nodded seriously, "Exactly."

By this point even you were struggling not to laugh, Alexia, however, was becoming increasingly irritated, not angry, just Determined.

The final straw came when Alexia walked into her bedroom to see you with the balcony doors open leaning against the balustrade looking down at what she knew to be Misa lifting weights just in a pair of shorts and a sports bra below.

You could feel Alexia’s gaze lancing through your shoulder blades before you even turned. Her presence pulled at you, made your throat go dry.

Alexia stepped onto the balcony behind you, feet silent on the tile, but you felt her anyway. She didn’t say a word, only watched. You wondered how long she’d stand there, letting the jealousy spool through her veins like piano wire, letting it tighten, letting it cut.

She crowded in behind you, her body a wall, her arms coming up around either side so her palms pressed the balustrade just next to your hands. You could see Misa glance up registering the two of you in the window above. There was a brief, unreadable flash in her face before she set the bar down with a clatter and moved on to the next thing.

Alexia’s lips hovered just above your ear, her breath a hot, controlled line, “You want to put on a show?” she said, voice so low it was almost a threat.

You didn’t answer, you didn’t need to. Your blood was already pounding, your hips pressed hard to the rail, your breath gone a little ragged.

Without preamble, Alexia’s hands closed over your wrists, pinning them to the cold metal. She kicked your ankles apart, and you let her, your bare feet skidding against the tile. The strap on had she worn it under her clothes all day, waiting for an excuse to wreck you? and you felt it, hard and hot, pressing into the curve of your ass.

She ground it there, once, twice, a mean little tease, then reached under your hips and yanked your shorts and underwear to your knees in a single, practiced motion. You gasped, the air sharp on your skin, and Alexia wasted no time, lining herself up and driving the cock into you with a single, perfect thrust.

The rail dug into your stomach, you arched and bit down on the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming. Alexia fucked you right there, in full view of anyone below, her hands clamped around your hips, pulling you back into her with a rhythm that was all muscle and zero mercy.

She bent over you, chest pressed to your spine, and spoke into your neck. “Let her watch,” she said, her voice gone all boss, all hunger, “Let her see who you belong to.”

You let her, there was no other word for it. You let her bend you over the rail, let her set the rhythm, let her claim every inch she’d staked out as hers. The urgency in her hips was all violence, all proof, the punishing pace meant for you but angled just enough that anyone looking up would see the show.

The angle so sharp it bordered on pain, and you relished it, relished the feeling of being so thoroughly handled, relished the knowledge that Alexia was stripping you down and filling you with her strap.

Below, Misa’s form slowed, she looked up once, didn’t look away, her mouth twitched a smile, disgust, reluctance, you couldn’t tell and then she put her head down and kept working. You liked that she watched, you wanted Alexia to know you liked it.

Alexia must’ve seen it too. She held you there, bodies fused, cock buried deep, then let one hand drift from your waist to cup your breast through the thin cotton, squeezing hard enough that you whimpered. Her other hand found your throat, wrapped gentle but firm, angling your head so you were forced to keep your eyes forward, her thumb digging just below your jaw as she pistoned in and out. You were panting, braced on your toes, the edge of your body shuddering with each brutal, perfect thrust.

You heard the thud of weights below, felt the burn of Misa’s stare, and for a dizzying second you let yourself be seen. You wanted it you wanted her to see how well you took it, how well Alexia made you take it. Your mouth lolled open, breathless, and you moaned her name, the sound echoing off stone and glass and sky.

Alexia’s hand came down hard on your ass, once, twice, sharp enough to make you yelp, and then she buried her face in your neck, teeth raking the skin just above your pulse. She must’ve seen the way your eyes drifted down to Misa again, because the next second she pulled out, grabbed your hair, and spun you around to face her.

She was flushed, wild, a flush on her cheeks and her pupils dark and wide. "You like being watched by her?" she said, voice low, dangerous. "You like it when someone sees how wet you get for me?"

You nodded, or tried to, but she spun you and marched you inside, never letting the cock slip from you. She shoved you face first against the glass, your breath fogging the pane, and fucked you so hard you thought you might crack the window.

"Say it," she growled into your ear.

You whimpered, "What?"

"Say who you belong to."

You bit your lip, but she slammed her hips into yours, the cock stretching you so deep and good you couldn't hold back. "You," you gasped. "I belong to you."

"Say it louder."

"You," you moaned, desperate.

"Whose pussy is my cock in?"

"Mine"

You yelped as her hand came down on your ass, "Wrong, whose pussy is my cock in brat?" You caught on, "Yours, my pussy is all yours"

She pulled out and spun you again, this time shoving you down onto the bed, the harness still buckled tight around her hips, her eyes fierce and almost wet with hunger. She crawled up after you, pushing your knees to your chest, the cockhead teasing at your entrance.

"You want everyone to hear you say it?" she said, voice trembling now with the effort of holding it together.

You nodded, hands fisting in the sheets. "Yes."

She bent you in half, sliding the cock back into your cunt, and fucked you open, the pace merciless, the sound of skin on skin loud enough to fill the room.

Alexia clearly couldn’t pick between her possessive and jealous side as she wrenched you off back the bed and manhandled you back to the window. She pressed you to the glass again, but this time she reached around and, without an ounce of shame, slid the doors wide to the world, Alexia’s hand on your hip and the cock inside you erased everything else.

She brought her mouth to your ear, voice low but pitched to carry. “Let her hear you, baby. Let her know whose you are.” The words coiled through your belly, sharp and hot, and you couldn’t help it the moan that left your lips was loud, so loud, echoing down to the garden where Misa still circled, pretending not to look up.

Alexia set a brutal pace. She fucked you against the glass, her nails digging red half-moons into your skin. She locked one hand in your hair, the other pressing flat over your stomach, pinning you between her cock and the edge of the universe. The friction was perfect, every thrust hitting so deep you thought you might break apart, and you felt yourself unraveling, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes, your entire body singing with the need to be marked, to be claimed.

You wanted to give it to her, so you did. You arched into her, grinding back, letting your cunt swallow every inch, and when you came, it was a violent, shaking thing that left you boneless and sobbing, so loud you could have woken the entire city. Alexia didn’t stop, didn’t slow, fucked you through it until you came again, and again.

“That’s it brat, take it!” she growled, “do you think Misa would fuck you like this?” You nearly lost your mind. The world shrank to the perfect violence of her hips and your shared breath, the shocking air on your skin, the white hot pleasure tearing through your nerves. You pressed your forehead to the glass, let the window fog beneath your open mouth, and let the universe see you as nothing but hers.

You tried to answer, but all that came out was a whine, a strangled plea that dissolved into another wave of sensation as she redoubled her pace. The cock hit so deep you saw spots, and when Alexia’s hand left your hip to slide between your legs, you jerked nearly off your feet. She circled your clit, rough and fast, and you came again, this one so sharp and brutal you might have thought it would kill you. You screamed, for real, loud enough to echo down to the terrace, out to the city, to anyone and everyone who cared to listen.

“Keep your eyes open,” she snapped, and you flinched at the authority in her voice, at the way a single syllable from her could override your entire nervous system. You didn’t dare disobey, you stared out, through the glass and across the morning, through the gauzy blur of your own reflection, the outline of Misa in the garden now a ghostly double exposure behind the sweat and spit streaked on the window.

The cock inside you was unforgiving, every movement calibrated to break you open, to make you feel every inch, every ridge, every brutal slap of her hips against your ass. You felt your cunt start to tighten, the gathering pulse at the base of your spine, and you heard yourself whimper, a wrecked, high sound that bounced off the glass and came back twice as loud.

Alexia didn’t slow, didn’t let you breathe. She pressed her palm high between your shoulders and forced you to bend, flattening your chest to the cool pane. You felt the bone deep thud of her strap as she bottomed out, the tip punching against your cervix, and the pain was so sharp, so perfect, you nearly sobbed from relief. You loved the way she handled you like a possession, a problem solved by force.

Her other hand snaked down, fingers slipping between your legs, and she caught your clit between two fingers. She rubbed it hard, not bothering with subtlety, only the raw, unyielding friction that made your knees want to buckle. The sensation was so intense it felt like an electric current shoved through your spine and you realised, in a moment of utter panic, that you were going to come so hard you’d lose control.

You tried to warn her. “Fuck. Ale. I’m gonna” but she just shushed you, her breath hot in your ear, and ground the cock in even deeper, her fingers doubling the pressure on your clit.

“Do it,” she said, guttural, and you lost it entirely.

You squirted, an involuntary gush that splattered down your inner thighs and onto the floor, a hot, shameful rush that made your whole body seize and then shudder loose. Your mouth went slack against the window, steam blooming in frantic circles around your open lips.

Alexia laughed, low and triumphant, then kept going, working you through it, through the aftershocks, through the wild contractions that made you clamp down around the cock so hard you thought it might break.

Alexia braced her forehead against your shoulder, her own breath gone hot and uneven. When your legs buckled, she caught you, lifted you so the glass took more of your weight, then eased the cock out with a filthy, wet noise that made you shudder. She pressed her mouth to the back of your neck, teeth grazing, then bit down hard.

You laughed, the sound raw, your pulse still shaking through your wrists. Through the haze you looked out the window, Misa was gone, the garden empty save for the dented grass where she’d been.

Alexia’s hands wandered, gentler now, tracing the marks she’d left on your hips, up your back, down the soft curve of your thigh. For a moment neither of you spoke, your breathing the only language. You leaned into her, she wrapped both arms around your waist, held you there, grounding you as the last tremors faded.

Finally she spoke, voice cracked but satisfied, "If you ever flirt with her again, I’ll fuck you right here every evening. Would you like that?"

You couldn’t help but giggle, "You know I think I would."

She kissed your shoulder then, with one arm still around your middle, she closed the balcony doors, the glass cool against your skin as she pressed you into it, cock still strapped and sticky between your legs. She didn’t let you go, not even when you started to sag with exhaustion, just held you there, breathing in the scent of your hair like it was oxygen.

You stayed like that for a long, quiet time, she still hadn’t learned to say the word, but you didn’t need her to. You could feel it how real it was, how desperate, how absolute.

You peeled yourself away, turned to face her, and she looked at you like she might eat you whole. Without a word you walked away and hoped in her shower, by the time you finished, the mirror was steamed over and you could see nothing but shapes and colours, your own face a blur of satisfaction you barely recognised.

You dried off, threw on a clean t-shirt, one of Alexia’s, oversized and soft and walked back into the bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, forearms resting on her knees, watching the door with the patience of a predator who knows her prey is already caught.

You stood in the doorway, bare legs and damp hair and her shirt hanging off your shoulders, and waited. Alexia’s eyes raked up and down your body, slow and unapologetic, then she crooked a finger at you.

You crossed the room, heat curling in your stomach, and stopped just in front of her. She ran her hands up your thighs, palms warm, thumbs digging into the flesh like she was testing it for flaws. She grinned and yanked you down onto her lap so you straddled one of her legs. You could feel the harness, the cock still strapped on and damp from earlier, pressed between your bodies.

“You enjoyed yourself?” she asked, voice a rasp at the bottom of her throat.

You nodded.

She gripped your ass, holding you in place, and rocked her thigh up against your cunt. You gasped, surprised by the friction, but she only smiled, “Good.”

You tried to grind down on her, but she held you still, arms like iron bands around your waist. She kissed you, slow at first, then deeper, when she finally pulled away, your head was spinning.

You were about to say something, something clever, something bratty but she slid her hand up your back and threaded it into your hair, pulling your head back until your throat was exposed.

“You’re mine,” she said, and kissed your neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. “Let her watch. Let the whole city fucking watch.”

You moaned, knees going weak, and she pushed you down onto the bed. She slid between your legs, the harness still on, the cock dragging a line of wetness over your thigh as she took one of your ankles and rested it on her shoulder. You were hyperaware of every inch of your body, the air on your skin, the stretch of your muscles, the way your body arched to meet her.

She didn’t fuck you it was a reminder she could if she wanted to how you no matter what you were feeling always would accept whatever she gave you sexually.

She kissed any piece of skin she could find pushing up your shirt to find your breasts, all the while she was taking the strap off and removing her joggers.

You reached for her, but she pinned your wrists above your head, holding both easily in one hand. She worked your shirt off, baring your chest to the chill air and her hotter gaze, and then she shifted up the bed until her knees bracketed your arms, thighs flexing as she moved to straddle your face.

You looked up at her, the impossible stretch of those thighs, the darkness at the apex where her cunt glistened and waited for you. You’d never seen anything more perfect.

She hovered, not quite settling, letting her heat radiate down to you while her hands gripped the headboard, knuckles white. Her hair half fell into her face, her tongue flicked out to taste her own mouth.

“Open,” she said, and you did, tongue out, eyes wide, hungry as you’d ever been for anything. She sank down, her weight deliberate, and for a second you thought she might lose her composure right then.

You licked her, slow at first, savouring the way she tasted different after all the hours of sweat and fucking, the way her thighs trembled when you flicked your tongue over her clit, the way she whined when you sucked it between your lips and rolled it gentle, then hard.

You worked your tongue inside her, tasting her, exhaling against her until she was shaking, her thighs clamped tight to either side of your head. She rocked her hips, the movement desperate, and you caught her rhythm, matching her grind until you could barely breathe.

You loved that, loved the threat of suffocation, the way she could take your oxygen away and give it back only in the form of her own pleasure. She fucked your mouth, that was the only way to describe it, rode your tongue, ground her cunt onto your lips until your jaw hurt and your nose was full of her scent.

You grazed her clit with your teeth, just a nudge, and she nearly broke the headboard, her whole body tensing and shuddering above you. You let her take what she wanted, let her use your face like it was the only thing that could get her off. She got louder, her voice carrying, the practiced restraint gone in the wreckage of her need.

You imagined the whole house hearing it, imagined Misa and Patri and all the rest knowing exactly who was making those sounds, exactly who was underneath her, and you got wetter, greedy for it.

Alexia came with a violence you’d never seen in her before, her body gone rigid, her hands scrabbling for purchase in your hair to hold you exactly where she needed you, her throat working around the moan.

She didn’t stop, even as the aftershocks rolled through her, kept grinding her cunt against your mouth until your face was slick with her, until her body finally gave out and she collapsed down beside you, boneless and panting.

You lay there, wrist still above your head, letting the taste of her linger on your tongue, letting the air fill with the sound of her shattered breathing.

You only realised you’d been staring at the ceiling for a full minute when Alexia’s hand gently peeled your wrist from her grip, massaging the palm until sensation returned. She lay flat on her back, breath still sawing in and out of her chest, eyes squeezed shut in the kind of exhausted bliss you’d once thought only happened in movies.

You wanted to close your own eyes maybe even sleep for a measurable fraction of forever, but couldn’t shake the need to see her reaction, to be absolutely sure you hadn’t hallucinated the last hour.

She made a sound, some hybrid between a groan and a laugh, and rolled sideways to face you. Her cheek was flushed, sweat rimming her hairline, but her gaze when it finally found you was softer than you’d ever seen.

She reached over, running a finger along the corner of your lip, and then kissed it, slow, before dropping her head onto your chest. You expected her to say something cutting or clever to break the spell with a joke, a dig, some old Alexia defence mechanism. Instead, she threaded one arm between your back and the bed, wrapping you in a slow, possessive embrace, and simply breathed, letting the rise and fall of your chest lull her into something close to peace.

And despite all the power she held, despite the empire she ran and the fear she inspired, she looked almost childlike.

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