Sweet Surrender Ch. 03

Despite feeling confident in my feelings and resolve, I was momentarily stunned into silence at the sight of Alexandra when she opened the front door.

"Excellent, you're right on time," she said, smirking as her eyes took in the sight of me. Alexandra showed no shame in gazing at me lustfully, ogling me like a hungry predator stalking its next meal. I felt my face flush, my body reacting to the attention she was providing, much to my chagrin. Unable to hold up under her lecherous glare, my eyes took in her visage, the sight before me ringing a bell deep within my core. She was dressed in an expensive-looking black designer pants suit that was obviously custom-cut and tailored. Her raven-colored hair was piled atop her head in a neat bun, exposing her long and graceful neck, and she wore a pair of horn-rimmed glasses that belonged to a naughty schoolteacher or librarian in a dirty movie. No matter how obvious it was that she'd dressed up for me - just like I'd done for her - her natural beauty and predatory confidence smoothly denied it: "No, I just dress like this. It's who I am. Who are you?"

"Well, don't just stand there," she said while stepping aside and sweeping her left hand into the interior of her home. "Come inside."

Feeling quite like an animal stepping into a predator's den, I did as she bade and took in the interior of her home. Alexandra's domicile had an open concept, unlike the more traditional layout in the abode that I shared with Steve. The entryway led into her living room, which was tastefully decorated in shades of black and white with postmodern furniture and art. That room opened into a dining area with a large table surrounded by chairs and into an expansive kitchen with a large island just beyond its borders. To her right was a staircase, its steps leading up to a balcony that overlooked the front door.

"Let me take a good look at you," Alexandra said, holding my right hand out. Her eyes were no less concupiscent than those of the numerous men I typically encountered on a daily basis, but unlike the attention I got from the males of our species, having hers excited me in a way that theirs never did - perhaps never could. "You look absolutely delectable. Did you dress that way for me? Or do you have plans for after our session?"

I felt my cheeks heat up at her questions. "I always dress nicely when I'm going out," I lied, too embarrassed to admit that I'd chosen my outfit solely with her in mind.

"Lucky me," Alexandra flirtatiously replied, releasing my hand and turning to walk deeper into her home. "Follow me. My office is at the back of the house."

I followed her through the living area, to the right of her kitchen, and down a hallway into a small anteroom that held a couple of Queen-Anne-type chairs across from a desk. To the right of the workstation was a door, which I watched Alexandra unlock and open before stepping aside to allow me inside.

The office I stepped into was much larger than the waiting room we'd just been in - more than three times its size. It was decorated similarly to the rest of her house; Alexandra's tastes clearly tilted towards clean, modern lines. At the center of the room was a large desk with a glass top resting on a rounded, black-metal frame. The wall behind it was made of floor-to-ceiling glass, which looked out over her backyard and down onto an oversized pool house the size of a small, single-story family dwelling. That building overlooked an oval-shaped swimming pool with a jacuzzi off to one side.

"I love your pool house," I said, finally finding my voice as I stared out at the picturesque scene in front of me. "I've been telling Steve that we need to have one built for our pool, though I don't think we'd need one quite so big."

"I actually had it remodeled and enlarged a bit when I purchased the house and property," Alexandra replied. "And it's not a pool house, though that was what it was previously used for."

"What is it used for now?" I asked as she stepped up behind me, the feeling of her hand resting against the small of my back sending a slight tremble through my frame.

"Um... it houses some equipment that I use in a special kind of stress relief therapy for women."

"That sounds interesting."

"Oh, it can be," Alexandra said with a suggestive smile. "But that's not why we're here today."

"Why am I here?" I asked her nervously, and though it was directed towards her, I very well could have been asking it of myself.

"We're here this morning to see if you know yourself as well as you think you do," Alexandra answered, turning to gesture toward a comfortable-looking chair across from her desk. "Please, have a seat."

Walking over to where she'd directed me, I sat down in the chair she'd pointed at, being careful to smooth out my short skirt to prevent it from riding up over my stockings. Feeling a little thrill at doing so, I crossed my legs to expose my lower limbs, knowing that they were some of my best assets.

Are you trying to draw her attention? I chided myself. I thought your goal was to get out of this without any further hanky-panky.

Alexandra grabbed a pad and pen off her desk before coming around to where I was seated, then sat in the duplicate chair opposite mine. I noticed her eyes drift down to my legs; the admiration I saw in them caused a flutter of excitement in my stomach.

"Before we get started, I have to admit that last night wasn't the first time I'd seen you," Alexandra said, her confession catching me by surprise.

"Oh... I'm sorry, but I don't remember having ever encountered you before." I left unsaid that I was sure I would have remembered if I had seen her.

"No, I don't believe you saw me," she explained, "but I saw you the first day I viewed this property with my real estate agent. I was checking out the view from the balcony off the main suite upstairs when I happened to look over to my left and saw you sunbathing out by your pool."

I blushed at the thought, a fact that clearly pleased Alexandra, judging by the uptick at the corners of her lips. I frequently enjoyed laying out during the summer months, often doing so topless. I hadn't realized that it was possible to see me from her balcony; the thought sent an illicit thrill through me. I couldn't help but wonder if I'd been bare-breasted the day she'd seen me.

"You provided quite an enchanting view," Alexandra stated. "I already liked the house, but the sight of you was just an added incentive to make an offer."

The look in her eyes spoke volumes to me. She made no attempt to hide that she found me desirable, which excited me. Here was a woman who had it all: a well-paying job and a successful second career as a writer. On top of that, she was incredibly beautiful and sexy and clearly had her choice of women who would want to be with her. To have her focus her attention on me was extremely flattering, even if I couldn't afford to risk doing anything about it.

"I... I didn't realize," I said, sputtering as my face heated up.

"Oh yes, when Lisa invited me to her little dinner party, my first inclination was to decline so that I could concentrate on my work and finish getting settled in. But then I asked if you were going to be there, and when she said yes, I knew I had to attend."

"Oh," was all I could manage to say in response. I just felt too flustered to think of anything else.

"Now... why don't we get started? If I remember correctly, you insisted on telling me you're straight last night. Can you still sit there and tell me that's the case?"

I thought about how to reply. Was I truly straight? The answer was obviously 'no' if you defined that word as meaning that I was only attracted to men. I was clearly drawn to Alexandra's beauty and powerful and charismatic personality. I couldn't delude myself, no matter how badly I wanted to. While I couldn't say for sure that those desires extended to other women, the allure Alexandra held for me was undeniable.

"I'm not sure," I finally managed to get out, the lie coming easily enough off my tongue.

"Do you deny being attracted to me?" Alexandra asked with one eyebrow arched.

Of course, I can't. I can't stop thinking about you. I think I may have even dreamed about you last night. Nothing has ever titillated me as much as having your hand between my legs! Even sitting here right now, I can't help but think of what it would feel like to be with you sexually - to have you take control of me and teach me how to be with another woman.

All those thoughts ran through my head in a flash. The thought of admitting them, even if it was just to myself, thrilled me in a way I couldn't quite quantify. I felt a heat beginning to swell between my legs, my nipples hardening into points, as I fought the urge to squirm in my seat. I wanted her badly, and it frustrated the hell out of me that I couldn't tell her.

"It's doesn't matter what I feel. I'm a married woman."

"But does your marriage fulfill all your needs?" Alexandra asked as she scribbled on her notepad, her tone indicating that she was highly skeptical.

"I'm... happy," I replied, feeling silly because even I could hear the uncertainty in my voice.

"Are you sure? You sound ambivalent."

My eyes narrowed slightly in frustration, my hands coming together in my lap as I began to wring them. It was a nervous habit I'd had since I was a little girl. The truth was a trap, but so was my marriage; that was the push and pull between my rational mind and Alexandra's intoxicating presence. Her trap was her offer to set me free of one I'd entered into knowingly and voluntarily, accepting the treasure inside of the cage. That treasure had been, and was, almost literally a pile of gold and jewels. The monster atop it, meanwhile, was barely a monster at all. He inspired no terror or disgust; he didn't inspire much of anything, really. It wasn't a trap, then, when one thought about it clearly... but increasingly, I was not able to do so. I knew that if I told Alexandra the cold, hard truth about my marriage, her power would grow, and my resolve would weaken. The temptress would paint herself as the rescuer.

"Is any married woman totally happy in her marriage?" I finally asked with a shrug. "I mean, there are certainly areas of my marriage that could be better. But I feel safe in saying that's likely true of anyone."

"How's your sex life?"

I fidgeted in my seat. I'd been dreading that question. Alexandra stared at me intently as she distractingly bit her bottom lip. For just a moment, my mind wondered what it would feel like to suck on that hot, wet, pillowy piece of flesh. That thought caused the ache between my legs to go into overdrive.

I mentally shook off those enticing images while doing my best to look normal. I turned to stare out the windows into Alexandra's backyard, seeking to break her spell. Though I couldn't see them, I could feel her piercing blue eyes on me as they perceptively dissected me, judging every nuance of my behavior. She seemed to know things about me that had been an utter mystery to me before the previous night. What's more, she made me want to discover how deeply the roots of those things ran inside me.

"It could be better," I finally replied, understating the reality of the situation by a mile.

"Does Steven not make you climax?"

I couldn't help the small giggle that escaped me upon hearing her question.

"Why do you find that question funny?" Alexandra asked with a smile.

"I'm sorry," I said, waving her off, "it's just that the thought of Steve being self-aware enough to be concerned about my pleasure is laughable." That was nearly the whole truth; I would have called him selfish atop that. If it hadn't been for my small collection of sex toys, I would have been totally destitute of sexual release.

"So, I assume that's a no then," she said, the tip of her pen once again dancing in the air as she made notes on her tablet.

"Definitely a no," I replied with a smile.

"And that's acceptable to you?"

"He's good for other things," I said, "and I'm more than capable of picking up his slack in that department myself."

"And yet last night you came for me," Alexandra said with a knowing smile. "Why do you think that is?"

Because you're the sexiest thing I've ever encountered? Because the thought of you taking me under your thumb stokes a raging fire in my core? Because just the thought of you touching me intimately has clit throbbing right now. And most of all, because I can't help but wonder what you would taste like.

That final thought startled me and caused my mind to race at full speed. I imagined myself beneath Alexandra, her nude body straddling me as she looked down at me with a carnal intensity that caused me to shiver. I tried to tell myself that the reality couldn't possibly measure up to my expectations, but my body yearned to find out.

Still, I couldn't very well tell Alexandra that. Gold and jewels didn't make my pussy throb, but they were undeniably good for many other things. I reminded myself that Alexandra's "rescue" would have a price, even if she herself didn't demand it.

"I don't know exactly," I replied. "I can promise you that no one was more surprised than me. It all just seemed so naughty."

"And what about that do you think excited you the most?" Alexandra queried.

Rolling my eyes as I blushed, I said, "The fact that it was happening right under the noses of my husband and neighbors, for one thing. That fear of being discovered."

"Anything else?" she asked as she continued to take notes.

"The fact that it was with a woman," I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

I expected Alexandra to jump on that and hit me again about my sexuality, but instead, she threw me a curveball and went in a completely different direction - one that I hadn't even considered.

"Have you always had an exhibitionist streak, or was that the first time you've ever done something sexually in public?"

"Me?" I scoffed as if her question was ridiculous. "God, no. Other than kisses and general PDA, that was a first for me."

"But you enjoyed it?"

"Yeah," I replied with a shrug while struggling to meet her eyes. "I can't deny that."

"Is it typically that easy for you to reach a climax?"

Already feeling flushed from the topic and the naughty thoughts I'd been having, my embarrassment at that question likely didn't show. Alexandra eyed me expectantly, clearly wanting to hear my reply. Strangely, I found myself not feeling reticent about discussing the matter. I wanted to open up to her - and not, I realized, just in a prurient fashion. That was unusual for me. I typically kept intimate matters private from absolutely everyone. I did not discuss it with friends or family. I never had.

"Not hardly," I replied with a laugh. "That was a first for me. I've never been able to come with anyone else. I've always had to see to my needs on my own."

"I see," Alexandra said, once again setting her pen into excited motion. "So, you're telling me that none of your lovers have been skilled enough to give you an orgasm?"

"I guess not," I answered with a shrug. "I guess I never really found them exciting enough."

"And what was different about last night?"

We'd already been over that. I was about to respond piquantly: the surprise, the secret, the female touch, and perhaps even the refusal to respect my attempts to push those soft, skilled digits away. But then the truth slammed into me like an avalanche racing down a snow-covered peak.

"You were," I replied breathlessly, daring to meet her fierce gaze. The corners of her lips curled into a smile. She made another note and then looked up at me while biting her lower lip. She was clearly pleased with my answer, and that sent a thrill racing through my body.

"And what was it about me that aroused you?"

I took a deep breath and looked around the room as I slowly let it out. I could feel Alexandra studying me as I thought about how best to answer her question. My urge to please her was so strong that I felt an intense compulsion to relay what I had been feeling that night as accurately as possible. But how does one best tell someone that they cast a spell upon you from the first moment you saw them? How does one tell them that they flipped your world upside-down in a single night?

"This is a bit embarrassing," I stated while looking down at where my hands sat in my lap.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of," Alexandra said. "This is a safe space; what you say here will never go beyond these walls."

Her words soothed my thoughts; her voice's deep yet feminine timbre resonated within me. I felt my pulse slow; my breathing settled into a more normal rhythm. It was no tranquilizer, though - no drug, or at least not that kind - for in my newfound calmness, I could think more clearly, not less.

I dared to look up at her, those piercing blue orbs drawing me in. "I noticed your voice at first, before you ever entered the room." Though her words hadn't been a drug, her gaze felt like one. It was making me dizzy, even as I spoke. "There was something about it that struck a chord in me. That's why I turned in my chair to face the entryway of the dining room. I just had to see the person who owned such an enchanting voice."

"I noticed your voice at first before you ever entered the room," I said, slightly dizzy and enthralled by her gaze. "There was something about it that struck a chord in me. That's why I turned in my chair to face the entryway of the dining room. I just had to see the person who owned such an enchanting voice."

"And what did you see?" Alexandra asked me, no longer taking notes. It was almost as if she was as invested in my answer as me.

"I thought you were gorgeous," I said with a sigh as my insides began to flutter. Then another thought occurred to me, and I blushed. "I remember thinking how tall you were, and I immediately couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be standing close to you."

"What about that embarrasses you?" Alexandra asked me, clearly seeing the flush on my cheeks.

"The thought of it excited me," I admitted while staring down at my hands. "I didn't understand why until later, but it did. And then you looked at me."

I closed my eyes and recalled that second our eyes had first met and the immediate chemistry I'd felt flowing between us. It had been a moment that was equal parts thrilling and confusing, my sexual core springing to life even as my mind had revolted at what I'd been feeling. I couldn't help thinking what it might have been like had we been alone when we'd met. What would I have allowed Alexandra to do to me? Would I have had the strength to deny her, or would I have surrendered to desire and succumbed to her charms?

"What did you see when I looked at you?"

My smile came unbidden. "I thought that you liked what you saw. I've seen that same look from men, but it's never had the effect on me that it did from you."

I sat there as Alexandra quietly studied me. I dared to sneak a glance at her and found her eyes focused on me with a hungry intensity. There was no hiding the desire in her beautiful, sapphire-colored eyes, and she wasn't even bothering to try. The very sight of it caused me to moisten between my legs.

Suddenly feeling confident and brazen, I said, "But it was your personality that made it so hard for me to say no to you. You were so confident and demanding."

"And you liked that, did you?" Alexandra asked with a smirk as she made another note on her pad. "Have you always responded to a more dominant mate? Is that something that first attracted you to your husband?"

The mention of Steve wholly inverted my smile. I supposed I should have felt guilty, but having him intrude on my mind at a time when I was allowing myself to immerse my thoughts in images of Alexandra was like having cold water dumped on me during a hot shower. It was disquieting to have meddlesome thoughts of him when I was allowing myself to focus on her.