Chapter 3 Who owns your pleasure?
Mark was out with his cousin Dave when Sarah got a text from Alex.
It was a rich dark velvet fabric he texted her.
"What do you mean?" she asked in her response.
His reply was instant.
"I mean, I'm going to teach you how pleasure feels when you truly surrender. I'll be there if you say you're wet."
Sarah’s breath caught in her throat. Her blood pounded. She felt a warmth spread between her legs
"Alex! That's... that's not appropriate!" she texted, trying to sound firm.
His reply came back quickly. "Isn't it? Your heart just jumped, didn't it, Sarah? And something else just woke up, too."
Sarah's face burned. He was teasing her. And he was right. "You're talking nonsense," she typed, trying to lie.
"Am I?" he asked. "You've been alone, haven't you? Two years, you said. No one has touched you."
Her fingers paused over the keyboard. How did he know she said two years? She must have told Mark. Or maybe she had said it out loud when she was struggling with the faucet.
"That's none of your business," she wrote, but her fingers shook a little.
"It is now," he replied. "Tell me, Sarah. Do you want to feel that again? The way a man touches you? The way he makes you forget your name?"
The words hit her hard. Yes. Oh god, yes.
But she shook her head.
"You're Mark's friend," she texted. "You're too young. This is wrong."
"Age is just a number, Sarah," he shot back. "And wrong feels very right sometimes. Especially when it's what you truly crave."
"I don't crave anything from a boy your age!" she wrote, trying to convince herself more than him.
"A boy?" he replied, and she could almost hear the amusement in his voice. "You won't call me a boy when I show up at your door. You'll be my pleasure girl.”
Sarah gasped. Her eyes widened at the screen.
"You're insane!"
"Maybe," he texted. "But I know what you need. And I know you want me to give it to you." Then, a final text came.
"I'm on my way, Sarah. Don't try to lock the door."
Her heart leaped into her throat. He was coming? Now? She felt a wave of panic. And a sharp, hot thrill. She jumped up from the couch.
She didn't lock the door. She found herself just running to her bedroom, trembling.
Minutes later, the soft click of the front door opening was barely a whisper.
Alex.
He slipped into the house, a shadow in the dim light. Sarah didn't see him move, but suddenly he was in her bedroom doorway. He was a silent, confident shape against the faint light from the hall.
Sarah was already in her bed, tangled in the sheets. Her body was a mix of shaking fear and hot wanting. She watched him, unable to speak.
“Did you strip yourself while waiting for me, mama?”
He asked casually.
Sarah nodded. She didn't know when she'd done it, but after she came into her room, she took off her night dress and got in bed.
“You are a fast learner. You're submitting yourself to me for a night of lovemaking and there won't be any holding back tonight, Sarah.”
He walked to her bed. Slowly, and pulled back her sheets. His eyes, dark in the dim light, devoured her. He looked at every curve, every line of her body.
He traced the curve of her hip with his finger. Her skin jumped. Shivers ran all over her.
"You belong to me tonight, Sarah," he whispered. His voice was deep, a low growl. It was full of pure power.
Sarah finally found her voice, though it was small. "I'm not sure….." She tried to sound firm. "I don't want Mark to be disappointed if he finds out."
Alex didn't stop. He leaned closer, his scent filling her senses.
"He won't know," he promised. "Not from me."
"But... but what if he does?" Sarah tried again. "It's too risky. We can't." She was making excuses. "You're so young. This is crazy."
Alex chuckled softly. It was a dark, charming sound. He lowered himself onto the bed. His hand moved from her hip, slowly, provocatively, up her side.
"Crazy is just a word, Sarah. And you and I are going to get very familiar with it tonight." He didn't give her a chance to argue.
He leaned in, his lips just brushing her ear.
"You say you're not sure, but your body is begging. And I'm going to listen to it."
His touch was both gentle and incredibly strong. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, his lips tracing fiery paths on her skin. He pushed boundaries she never knew she had.
Her first tries to resist faded. They crumbled under his skilled touch. Her protests turned into gasps. Then moans.
"Mine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble against her skin.
"You're mine, Sarah. I'm going to make you forget everything. Everyone. Just me. Just this pleasure."
He pulled her lace panties down and in the next minute, his shorts were down.
Her legs fell apart when he came on top of her fully and she arcjed into him.
His dick slipped into her, effortlessly and she moaned his name.
“Yeah, that's my dick inside of you. Not so young is it?”
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The next day, Sarah was restless at work. She wanted to talk to someone.
During their lunch break, Sarah took Stacy, her personal assistant to a quiet cafe, far from the office.
"Stacy," Sarah began, her voice low. "I need to tell you something. Something... big. And you have to promise me, no matter what, you won't tell a soul."
Stacy looked at her, her expression serious. "Of course, Sarah. You know you can trust me. What is it?"
Sarah took a deep breath, then blurted it out. "I... Let Alex fuck me."
Stacy's eyes widened. She stared at Sarah, completely shocked. "Alex? Mark's Alex? You mean... young Alex?"
Sarah nodded, her face burning. "Yes. Last night."
Stacy was silent for a long moment, her mouth slightly open. Then she slowly closed it. Her eyes were full of a mix of disbelief and concern.
"Sarah. Oh my god. You... you can't be serious."
"I am," Sarah whispered, her voice tight with shame. "And he's... he's very dominant. He just came over, and I... I let him. I couldn't stop myself."
Stacy shook her head slowly. "Sarah, this is... this is a huge problem. You know that, right?"
"I know,” Sarah admitted. "I know it's wrong. He's too young. He's Mark's best friend. But, Stacy, I haven't been touched in so long. And he makes me feel… alive. Desired."
Stacy reached across the table and took Sarah’s hand, squeezing it. "I get it, Sarah. I do. You're a beautiful woman and you're desired by a lot of men….”
"I know," Sarah said again.
“But If anyone found out about this, it would be a scandal. Not just for you, but for Mark. For your company. People would say terrible things about this.”
Sarah pulled her hand back, wrapping her arms around herself. "I know. That's what I keep thinking. I'm so worried."
"You have to end it, Sarah," Stacy urged, her voice soft but firm. "As hard as it is, you have to. You need to protect yourself from this. And him."
But as Stacy spoke, Sarah’s mind echoed with Alex’s words: "Every night you crave me, I'll be there to remind you who owns your pleasure."