In the morning, I had cycled to the tiny village and I’d bought ingredients for a picnic - bread, cheese and olives, and an apple pie for dessert.
We went for a long, lazy bike ride and at some point, we pulled off and dropped to the ground to eat our food. The sun’s rays beat down, but we were under a tree and its leaves provided some shelter from the heat. There was no one in sight, no one around for miles. We were completely alone.
Alexander looked at me wickedly when we finished eating. “Is outdoor sex on your hard-limits list, Jenny?” he asked me.
“Here?” I was shocked, yet intrigued. I wanted Alexander all the time .
“Look around,” he invited. “There’s no one to be seen. Take off your dress.”
That had been an order, uttered in the firm, even tones of my Dominant. I nodded instantly. “Yes Sir.”
Warm breeze caressed my skin; I felt the sun’s rays on my back. I climbed on top of him at his command and I rode him, bouncing up and down on his cock while my fingers rubbed at my clitoris. Each time I was at the point of climax, his hand locked over my and he stopped me. Each time, he shook his head with an amused smile. “I’m enjoying the view too much,” he teased. “You can’t come yet, cherie .”
He had called me bright star in Paris two years ago. I wanted him to call me that again. I wanted him to call me by my real name. Ellie . No man had ever choked out my real name in the heat of passion. To Dylan and his guards, I was cunt or bitch or slave . To Alexander, I had been Rachel two years ago, Jenny now. I was never Ellie and I just wanted to be her.
But I had my mission and this was the one barrier I dared not cross. I could not tell Alexander the truth. It would be the end of my quest for revenge and the end of my life. Instead, I existed in my little fantasy world where he was just a guy and I was just a girl and we made love under a tree in Provence.
When we were done, cleaned up and dressed again, he looked at me with a glint in his eyes. “So, outdoor sex is a yes , then, I take it,” he quipped. “Which makes me want to explore every single thing on that list. Threesomes, Jenny? What do you think?”
It was like he’d doused me with a bucket of cold water. I started to shiver in terror. Sylvia . She was coming back to Paris and Alexander had told her in Bangkok that he would let her play with his toys. Under the terms of the contract I’d signed, he needed my consent for that. So he was asking me.
“Jenny?” His voice was sharply concerned. “What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t form words. I was shaking too hard and I was having trouble breathing. I felt dizzy. I was at the cusp of a panic attack.
“Breathe.” His voice was steady. “Jenny. Come on. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.” His hand held mine. It was as warm as mine was cold.
I listened and obeyed, but it was a full five minutes before I could form words again. My skin was still cold and clammy. Alexander put the picnic blanket around my shoulders. “Better?” he asked me after a while.
I nodded.
“What happened?”
“Panic attack,” I replied. There was no point trying to conceal it; he’d just seen it happen. “I have them sometimes.”
“Do you carry drugs for it?”
I shook my head. “It passes. The breathing exercise was useful. How did you know?”
His lips thinned into a humourless smile. “I’ve seen panic attacks before,” he replied. “Do you know what triggered it?”
Sylvia . I couldn’t deal with Sylvia in the playroom. I couldn’t cope. Mission or not, I had too many scars from the last time Sylvia’s life and mine had crossed paths, and the deepest of these scars were not physical. “Alexander,” I begged. I went to my knees and took his hands in mine. “Please, I beg you. Please don’t share me with Sylvia. She terrifies me.” The tears poured down my cheeks and I brushed them away. “Please. I’ll do anything. Just not that.”
“Hush,” he soothed.
We went for a long, lazy bike ride and at some point, we pulled off and dropped to the ground to eat our food. The sun’s rays beat down, but we were under a tree and its leaves provided some shelter from the heat. There was no one in sight, no one around for miles. We were completely alone.
Alexander looked at me wickedly when we finished eating. “Is outdoor sex on your hard-limits list, Jenny?” he asked me.
“Here?” I was shocked, yet intrigued. I wanted Alexander all the time .
“Look around,” he invited. “There’s no one to be seen. Take off your dress.”
That had been an order, uttered in the firm, even tones of my Dominant. I nodded instantly. “Yes Sir.”
Warm breeze caressed my skin; I felt the sun’s rays on my back. I climbed on top of him at his command and I rode him, bouncing up and down on his cock while my fingers rubbed at my clitoris. Each time I was at the point of climax, his hand locked over my and he stopped me. Each time, he shook his head with an amused smile. “I’m enjoying the view too much,” he teased. “You can’t come yet, cherie .”
He had called me bright star in Paris two years ago. I wanted him to call me that again. I wanted him to call me by my real name. Ellie . No man had ever choked out my real name in the heat of passion. To Dylan and his guards, I was cunt or bitch or slave . To Alexander, I had been Rachel two years ago, Jenny now. I was never Ellie and I just wanted to be her.
But I had my mission and this was the one barrier I dared not cross. I could not tell Alexander the truth. It would be the end of my quest for revenge and the end of my life. Instead, I existed in my little fantasy world where he was just a guy and I was just a girl and we made love under a tree in Provence.
When we were done, cleaned up and dressed again, he looked at me with a glint in his eyes. “So, outdoor sex is a yes , then, I take it,” he quipped. “Which makes me want to explore every single thing on that list. Threesomes, Jenny? What do you think?”
It was like he’d doused me with a bucket of cold water. I started to shiver in terror. Sylvia . She was coming back to Paris and Alexander had told her in Bangkok that he would let her play with his toys. Under the terms of the contract I’d signed, he needed my consent for that. So he was asking me.
“Jenny?” His voice was sharply concerned. “What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t form words. I was shaking too hard and I was having trouble breathing. I felt dizzy. I was at the cusp of a panic attack.
“Breathe.” His voice was steady. “Jenny. Come on. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.” His hand held mine. It was as warm as mine was cold.
I listened and obeyed, but it was a full five minutes before I could form words again. My skin was still cold and clammy. Alexander put the picnic blanket around my shoulders. “Better?” he asked me after a while.
I nodded.
“What happened?”
“Panic attack,” I replied. There was no point trying to conceal it; he’d just seen it happen. “I have them sometimes.”
“Do you carry drugs for it?”
I shook my head. “It passes. The breathing exercise was useful. How did you know?”
His lips thinned into a humourless smile. “I’ve seen panic attacks before,” he replied. “Do you know what triggered it?”
Sylvia . I couldn’t deal with Sylvia in the playroom. I couldn’t cope. Mission or not, I had too many scars from the last time Sylvia’s life and mine had crossed paths, and the deepest of these scars were not physical. “Alexander,” I begged. I went to my knees and took his hands in mine. “Please, I beg you. Please don’t share me with Sylvia. She terrifies me.” The tears poured down my cheeks and I brushed them away. “Please. I’ll do anything. Just not that.”
“Hush,” he soothed.
Similar Books
