Page 69 of X: Command Me through Alexander’s Eyes

Chapter Twenty-Six

Kicking open the door, I carry her to the mirror and lower her to her feet. She looks skeptically up at me, but she doesn’t fight my sudden actions. I spin her to face her own reflection and lean to kiss her neck as I draw the zipper of her dress down her back, revealing her smooth shoulders. “I’ve been remiss in telling you how I feel about your body. Your gorgeous cunt gets so much of my attention, but when I said your whole body was made for fucking, I meant it.”

I want to rip her clothes off. It takes restraint not to, but I’m not rushing this. I need her to understand me when I say she’s perfection. My lips cruise across her shoulder to the curve of her neck. “This—” I kiss the spot “—was made to kiss—so smooth and soft. When I’m burying my cock in your perfect cunt, I can’t help myself.”

I’ve fucked plenty of women, but none have drawn me to them like she does. I can’t stop myself from kissing her soft skin again, but I want more of her. I want to devour her. Before I realize it, my teeth nip the spot, and she moans. I smile as I realize she liked it. That bit of pain dashed into the pleasure.

This isn’t about you, I remind myself, moving back to undressing her as slowly as possible. My hand slides one strap of her dress down slowly, and I follow its path with hungry kisses.

“Long and slender. These freckles drive me crazy.” I prove it by pausing to kiss a few. “And the way they feel when they’re wrapped around me, clinging to me as I ride you—perfection.”

I clasp her hand, lifting our entwined hands to her shoulder so I can kiss each knuckle. “Such clever fingers. I hate when they aren’t intertwined with mine, unless they’re on my cock, of course.”

She nods absently, her eyes meeting mine in the reflection. I wonder if she sees how beautiful she is yet, how much I want her, how desperate I am to keep her. But she’s watching me, not the magnificent body I’ve put on display.

“Look at yourself, poppet.”

“I want to look at you,” she murmurs.

That’s only natural. “I don’t blame you, but right now, I need you to pay attention. Follow my lips with your eyes.”

I move between her and the sink, kneeling so that I don’t block her view of the mirror. Gripping her wrists, I force her arms behind her back until she arches close enough for me to catch her nipple in my mouth. I take my time, nibbling at it, sucking it. I want her to see what I do: how her body responds to my touch, her breasts swelling with arousal, her cunt plumping until a single touch could push her over the edge. “It’s almost cliché to tell you that your tits are perfect, but they are. Full and supple. I can never decide if I want to suck them or fuck them.”

This earns me a whimper. Clara is full of surprises. She’d been so prim the day we met, so shocked when I kissed her. And then I’d taken her to bed and unleashed something that surprised both of us. Her little moan is giving me ideas. “Would you like that? Do you want me to shove my cock between your tits?”

How the fuck can I resist that? I have to remind myself that I can wait. This is about her body and showing her what it does to me, but I can’t quite keep a vision of her breasts dripping with climax from springing to mind—my cock springing along with it.

“Later, poppet.” I mean it. I want to do everything to her. I want to show her pleasure she never knew existed. I want to watch her come again and again. I kiss across the other breast, capture her nipple and continue my exploration. My hand strokes down her stomach, taunting her with what she really wants. I feel the tension building inside her, noting how her hips wiggle a little wider open in invitation. “Your body makes me so fucking hot, poppet. I think about it all the time, imagining how I’m going to fuck you. When we’re apart, all I can think of is getting my hands on you.”

I grab her roughly, already imagining how good it’s going to feel when I bury myself inside her. “I can’t take my eyes off you when you walk. Do you sway your hips like that on purpose, knowing that I’m watching?”

She shakes her head. Of course, she doesn’t see it. She’s been taught to see her flaws. I have to show her her strengths.

“All I can think about is grabbing these hips and putting you over my knee,” I mutter, ignoring a pang in my balls at the thought, “or holding onto them as my cock pounds you. They curve so precisely into my hands. I swear your body is fucking proof of evolution.”

Her eyes shudder closed. I know she’s imagining all my suggestions. I want her to see me do all the things to her. I want her to watch me fuck her. I want her to see what she looks like moments before she comes undone.

“Open your eyes, Clara,” I command her, spanking her lightly. Her eyes fly open, and I resist the urge to smack her ass harder. Would she cry out? Would she beg for more? “I’ll have to spend a whole day worshipping your ass. It’s a pity that you can’t see me do it, but I’ll be certain to describe every single thing I want to do to it. Everything I’m going to do to it.”

I press her thighs farther apart and nuzzle my face against her sweet cunt. “I suppose it would be too much to ask to be buried here?”

She giggles, and I kiss her lacy panties, earning another laugh. “I’m serious, poppet. I want my lips down here, breathing you in. Your scent intoxicates me, you know. I want them clamping against my ears as I taste you. But I also need them spreading open for me, circling around me as I fuck you.”

“Yes, please.” It slips out of her again.

I resist the urge to stand up and fuck her over the sink on the spot. She wants it all so badly, but she won’t let herself have it. I have to coax it out of her, give her permission, show her she should never feel shame in my arms.

“You know how I feel about this.” I brush across her again. “Your cunt was made for me. It’s so tight it just squeezes my cock when I’m inside of you, draining every drop from me. But you know that. You know you have a greedy cunt, don’t you? I want you to see it. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue, so you can see how fucking beautiful you are when you come.”

I run my tongue roughly over her lace thong, tasting how she’s soaked through it. So wet. So ready. “Watch, poppet.”

I want her to see me claim her with my mouth. Pushing her legs as wide open as possible, I hook her panties and yank them to the side. My tongue thrusts her open to find her clit. I’m not watching her anymore, so I hope she’s behaving. A man can’t be held accountable when his mouth is on a perfect cunt.

“I want to see your cock inside me.” Her request is tentative. She wants me. She wants contact. She wants to give me what she imagines I need. But this isn’t about me. I ignore her and continue on.

Gripping her hips, I urge her against me, stroking until her clit is so swollen, I can catch it between my teeth. Once I do, I savor it. Her body tightens, and then her climax floods my tongue.

“Had enough, poppet?”