Chapter 41

Chapter 41
The dining room was steeped in a heavy, anticipatory silence, broken only by the relentless patter of rain against the towering floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside, the rain had grown heavily and the winds seemed to moan like they were just as stirred as Alexandria.

Inside, the air was thick with the unmistakable musk of sex. Alexandria was still kneeling between Jonathan’s spread thighs, her knees were beginning to ache against the hardwood floor. Her body trembled with a need so intense it bordered on pain. There was a consuming ache that pulsed low in her belly and made her breath come in shallow, desperate little gasps.

Her face was still warm and sticky with his release. The taste of him lingered heavy on her tongue; salty, slightly bitter, utterly masculine and intoxicating. She felt like she was high, like she was floating on a cloud, she couldn't think straight at all.

Every swallow reminded her of what she’d just done, how eagerly she’d taken him down her throat. Her lace underwear was completely ruined, it was soaked through and clinging obscenely to her swollen, sensitive folds. Every slight shift of her hips sent fresh sparks of torturous pleasure through her core.

She was severely turned on, her nipples had tightened into aching, almost painful points beneath the thin silk of her blouse, begging for attention. Her thighs clenched involuntarily, trying in vain to ease the throbbing emptiness between them. She could feel how wet she was, how her pussy fluttered and clenched around nothing, still haunted by the memory of how perfectly he had stretched and filled her days ago.

The recollection only made her wetter, a fresh rush of slick heat soaked her further. Jonathan’s breathing was still heavy above her as he came down from the intensity of his orgasm. His fingers remained tangled possessively in her hair, not painful but firm enough to remind her exactly who held the power here.

She looked up at him through damp lashes, lips parted, eyes glassy with lust and submission, silently waiting for whatever came next. He reached for a napkin from the table with his free hand, he folded the cloth then began wiping her face with slow, careful strokes; first her cheeks, then her chin, the corner of her mouth, and finally the delicate skin near her eye.

His touch was surprisingly tender, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the way he’d used her mouth just minutes earlier. Each gentle pass of the fabric only heightened the humiliating ache between her legs. Being cleaned like a cherished but filthy little toy made her clit throb viciously.

When he was satisfied, he cupped her jaw in one hand, tilting her face up, he leaned down and kissed her deeply. Alexandria moaned softly into his mouth, the sound was raw and needy, she couldn't help it. She still tasted like him but he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. His tongue slid against hers possessively, claiming every corner of her mouth, tasting himself on her tongue as if it bound her to him even more completely.

The kiss was slow, thorough, and devastating, leaving her breathless, dizzy, and even more desperately aroused when he finally pulled back. He looked down at her with dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction and a clear warning.

"That,” he said, his voice low and deep, “will happen every single time something disrespectful comes out of that mouth of yours.”

Alexandria whimpered quietly, too overwhelmed and turned on to form coherent words. Her clit pulsed painfully in time with her racing heartbeat. Fresh slickness trickled down her inner thighs, further ruining her panties. She wanted to beg but all that escaped was a soft, broken sound from the back of her throat.

He guided her up by her hair, helping her stand on shaky, unsteady legs. Then, with firm he turned her around and bent her over the long dining table. Alexandria gasped sharply as her breasts pressed against the cool, polished wood, the contrast in temperature making her nipples tighten even further.

Her skirt rode up her thighs, exposing the curve of her ass and the soaked lace between her legs. She felt utterly exposed and so desperately aroused she could barely think. Hs hand smoothed possessively over the curve of her ass, squeezing the soft flesh appreciatively.

Then his fingers slipped between her legs from behind. He pushed her ruined panties aside and dragged two thick fingers slowly through her swollen folds.

“So wet,” he murmured, almost to himself, voice laced with dark.

She moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand shamelessly. He didn’t tease her for long. In one smooth stroke, he pushed two fingers deep inside her, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot that made her see stars. His thumb found her swollen, aching clit and began rubbing firm, steady circles while he fucked her with his fingers with thrusts that produced wet sounds.

Alexandria’s hands gripped the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white. Pleasure built fast, coiling tighter and tighter in her core. Every thrust sent sparks racing up her spine. Every relentless circle of his thumb on her clit made her thighs tremble violently.

Then his other hand came down in a sharp, stinging spank on her ass. She cried out, the bright flash of pleasure and pain shoved her even closer to the edge. He spanked her again, snd again. They were light smacks that warmed her skin to a pretty pink and made her pussy clench around his invading fingers.

The combination was devastating; his fingers stretching her, his thumb tormenting her clit, the sharp stings blooming across her ass. The orgasm crashed over her without warning. Alexandria’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as her pussy spasmed violently around his fingers, gushing fresh slick heat down her thighs and over his hand.

Her legs shook uncontrollably. Wave after wave of blinding pleasure rolled through her body, leaving her trembling, gasping, and utterly wrecked against the table. When the last aftershocks finally faded, she was completely exhausted. She felt boneless.

Jonathan withdrew his fingers slowly, almost reluctantly, and smoothed her skirt back down with surprising gentleness. The rain continued its steady rhythm against the windows, it was a soothing backdrop to the storm he had just unleashed inside her. He pulled her upright and turned her around, then guided her onto his lap as he sat back in his chair.

Alexandria collapsed against his solid chest, too drained to do anything else. She tucked her face into the warm crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. The steady, powerful beat of his heart beneath her ear was strangely comforting. His fingers came up to comb gently through her hair in slow, soothing strokes that made her eyelids grow heavier with every pass.

Her mind was blank at the moment, she couldn't think, and she loved it.

"Are you breathing fine?" He asked her, his voice was quiet.

She nodded. She was breathing fine, she was hyperventilating or losing her mind, she was just sleepy and tired, and so, she let her eyes close.