An Alpha Encounter – Part Two

You can read part one here.

I had only a lunch meeting scheduled for the day, which was good, because while I generally pack for my trips with the possibility of adventure in mind, I tend toward a simple negligee for such happy occasions. My lacy red nightie was not what an evening with Brett called for. I knew that. So, a trip to the nearest lingerie store was my morning mission. I love shopping for lingerie. All that silky, sexy, suggestive frilliness.

What to wear? What would please my sexy alpha? You can never really go wrong with black, I decided. My final choice was a laced up the front corset that was snug, and of course, pushed my breasts up to accentuate my cleavage. Sheer black thigh highs, with a seam up the back to add just the right slutty flavor.

I got a text from Brett. Good morning, beauty.

Good morning to you, I responded. I was thinking of you.

I know you were, his next text read.

“Cocky,” I thought. But I was thinking of him. His lips, his body …I sighed. My fingers, lost in the jumble of silky panties on the table in front of me curved with the desire I had to touch him.

7 o’clock sharp, he texted. Do NOT keep me waiting.

Back at the hotel after my meeting,  I preened in front of the mirror in my underwear, admiring my shape in the tight-fitting corset. Chewing my lower lip, I contemplated my travel wardrobe. Short skirt, or tight jeans? I decided on a tight, black skirt, barely long enough to cover the top of my thigh highs. A sheer red blouse, top buttons undone to entice. Having selected a skirt, now I had to decide panties or no panties? What was it Brett expected from me? Well, if he had expectations, he should have told me. I grabbed a pair of pretty, red panties and slid them up my legs. He could remove them, if he didn’t like it.

I applied smoky eye shadow, and vibrant crimson lipstick to match the manicure Brett had admired the night before.  My eyes scanned the half dozen pair of shoes I had brought with me. I finally decided on  red heels. I glanced at the clock as I exited the room and realized I was cutting it short.

“Good thing I drive so fast,” I thought, as I slid into my car, feeling the leather on my naked thighs as my skirt rode up. I couldn’t help it – I dipped my fingers between my legs, and rubbed myself. Just a bit. I was already wet with anticipation.

I arrived at the restaurant with time to spare. Brett was waiting for me. He was standing just inside the entrance looking hot as fuck in a well-tailored suit. The man simply exuded sex-appeal. I smiled as I approached him, noting all the female eyes that were glued on him. When I stopped in front of him, he took my hands in his and spread my arms, as his eyes raked over me. I knew, by the way he was looking at me, as if I were some tempting morsel for him to devour, that my clothing choices had been correct.

“You look beautiful,” he said, raising my hand to his lips and kissing it. His eyes narrowed, and he passed my fingers under his nose slowly. I blushed, remembering my quick touch between my legs in the car. “Did I tell you I have a heightened sense of smell?” He smiled and took my index finger in his mouth, then slowly drew it out over his lips. I watched, entranced, as the pull of his mouth on my finger tugged somewhere deep inside me. Hot, sweet desire flowed through me as he withdrew my finger from his mouth and looked down at me over my hand. I drew in a deep, shaky breath. “Thank you for the delightful and unexpected essence of you.”

“Your table is ready, sir,” the hostess said behind me.

“Are you ready to give me control, Rowena?” he asked, looking into my eyes.

“Well, Brett,” I replied, meeting his gaze, “I’m afraid you’re going to have to take it.”

I could tell by the way his lips curved into a wicked grin that this was the right answer. He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around. His hands moved slowly down my arms, then found my ass, and squeezed.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said as we followed the hostess to our table.

I felt Brett watching me as I perused the menu. “What appeals to you, Rowena?” he asked.

“Besides you?” I asked, glancing up.

The waiter came to the table, and turned first to me. “Would you like something to drink to start off?” Before I could open my mouth, Brett spoke.

“We’re ready to order,” he said, catching me completely off-guard. “We’ll have the roasted figs with brie and spiced honey to start. For the lady, the crab stuffed shrimp, with rice pilaf, and sautéed vegetables. I’ll have the herb crusted lamb with grilled asparagus. Bring us a bottle of Pinot Grigio, and I’ll have a vodka martini.”

“Very well, sir,” the waiter said, turning to go.

“Excuse me,” I said. He turned back to the table. “Please bring me a glass of Cabernet.”

“Of course,” he smiled at me, but glanced in Brett’s direction, as though to confirm. Brett nodded curtly.

“I expect you to drink what I order, Rowena,” he said to me when the waiter was gone.

“Really? Then I suggest you order red wine,” I said.

He frowned, and chewed the inside corner of his mouth as he surveyed me. I dropped my eyes, and shifted in my seat, in the ensuing silence. I had told Brett I was willing to try this. I hadn’t said I’d be any good at it! Red wine is what I drink. Was my beverage preference a deal breaker?

“You know what?” Brett said when the waiter returned with our drinks. “Instead of the white, bring us a bottle of Pinot Noir.” When we were alone again, he said, “There. Does that please you, Rowena?”

“Thank you,” I said. I looked up with a tentative smile.

He laid his hand on the table, palm up, flexing his long fingers in invitation. I placed my hand in his, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. “I don’t want you to be unhappy, my pet,” he said. His touch, and the way his deep voice caressed me reminded me why I was there. The awkward moment passed. We chatted lightly until our appetizer was served.

The spicy aroma wafted up, and my mouth began to water. I longed to taste, but had learned my lesson from the wine. I waited to see what Brett would do. He grasped one of the figs between his thumb and forefinger and brought it to his mouth. He held my gaze, as he took a bite from the burgundy-violet flesh. The juice seeped from the fruit and spilled onto his full lips. The brie dripped from the fig, and I watched, mesmerized, as the honey dribbled slowly down his fingers.

He leaned forward, holding the fruit out to me. “Taste,” he said. I understood that he expected me to take the proffered tidbit from his fingers. Our table was in a secluded corner, but we were in no way shielded from the view of others. I didn’t care. I leaned toward Brett over the table. I closed my eyes, and parted my lips, and Brett rubbed the juicy bite across them, before sliding it onto my waiting tongue. His finger rested on my lower lip as I savored the spicy flavors.

I swallowed, and opened my eyes. Brett nodded his head almost imperceptibly in answer to the question he saw in my eyes. I slid my tongue out over my lips, and licked his honey coated fingers. I tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle a small whimper when he slid his finger into my mouth. He teased me, moving it gently in and out over my lips, as I sucked, and swirled my tongue. My body trembled with wanting Brett, and I squeezed my thighs tight, feeling the jolt of pleasure that it sent through me.

This was not food. This was foreplay.

When dinner came, he poured my wine, but told me to wait when I reached for my fork. I sipped my wine, and watched him attend to his own dinner. After a few minutes, he looked up at me. “You have honey on your lips, Rowena,” he said. My tongue immediately snaked out over my lips. “No,” he said sharply. I quickly drew my tongue back into my mouth. He stood up and walked around the table.

I looked up at him as he stood over me. He placed one hand on the back of my chair, and one hand on the table. He surprised me then, bending down and licking my lips. He sucked my lower lip between his, and I felt his tongue and teeth tease it. I opened my mouth, my body quivering with wanton abandon. Finally, he was going to kiss me! He stopped though, his tongue never plunging into my mouth, and straightened up.

“Stand up, Rowena,” he said. Still lost in a lusty fog, I nodded, hoping my knees would hold as I slowly rose. Brett stood behind me, and I felt his breath on my neck. He pulled the collar of my blouse aside and planted a hot kiss on my shoulder. Without thinking, I pressed back against him. My body melted into him, and I could feel, through our clothes that I was not the only one of us that was aroused.

“I didn’t say you could do that,” he said quietly, near my ear. I felt his teeth sink into my flesh. I tensed, but before I was able to register the pain of his sharp teeth, his tongue was licking the small plot of skin he had just bitten. The sights and sounds of the restaurant faded. I felt as if I were suspended in some lascivious subterrane where only Brett, and the burning need I had for him, existed.

I watched as he moved my chair around the corner of the table. “Come. Sit down.” I would be sitting next to him now, instead of across from him. I smiled and eagerly took my seat. I rested my chin in my hands with my elbows on the table as he settled back into his own chair.

“I like you looking at me with your eyes wide, and glistening with desire,” he said, reaching out and brushing my cheek with his hand.

In the back of my mind, I understood what was happening, how Brett was taking control. I believe the method is called sticks and carrots. His gentle rebukes were warnings. Letting me sit next to him was a reward. What surprised me was how readily I responded. God knows I wanted to lick the hand that fed me.

And he did. He scooped the food from my plate, and held the fork to my mouth. He kept one hand on my leg, under the table, and teased me, sliding it up and down my inner thigh,  as he fed me small bites of food. To be honest, I felt silly and a little embarrassed. I glanced around to see if anyone was watching an adult woman being fed by a man so obviously much younger than she. I felt a giggle bubble up under my ribs. I tried to swallow it, but it stuck in my throat. I think Brett sensed my poorly suppressed mirth because I felt a sharp pinch on the inside of my thigh.

“Ouch!” I jumped. “That hurt,” I accused him, the threatening laughter replaced by the sting tears forming behind my eyes. The pinch, on my sensitive flesh had hurt enough that I knew it was going to leave a bruise. I glared at him.

He returned my stare, his hand now gently rubbing where he had just inflicted pain. “I’m sorry, pet,” he said, “but I want you to concentrate on this delicious food. Your thoughts were wandering.” His voice soothed me, as did his soft caress. But I was on my guard now. “Don’t pout, pretty Rowena.” He flashed a grin at me.

It was hard to resist, but I regarded him warily. He shook his head, and “tsked.” Before I even knew what was happening, he had reached behind my head. Grabbing a handful of my hair, he pulled my head back and leaned toward me. His mouth came down hard on mine, crushing my lips as he forced them apart with his tongue. As surprised as I was, my immediate reaction was to stiffen, forgetting how much I’d longed for this kiss. His tongue probed deep in my mouth, and I felt his hand move higher on my thigh, until his fingers brushed my panties.

As the heat of his kiss spread through me, I responded. My tongue danced with his, and I parted my thighs, inviting his touch. My senses were filled with him. My fingers recalled the ache to touch him. I reached out, placing my hand on his chest. I felt his lips curve into a smile against my own. As abrupt as his onslaught of my mouth had been, he pulled away as suddenly. My eyes fluttered open, and I looked up at him, dazed and breathless. He reached up and took my hand, still pressed against his sexy chest in his, pulling it away, settling it in my lap.

“Brett,” I said. My body trembled as I let go a heavy sigh. I craved him. His kiss …

“I know my cougar has claws,” he smiled. “But you must learn to behave.”

I dropped my eyes. I was ready to do whatever he wanted just for a repeat of that all-consuming kiss. Oh my god! His lips were an invitation to debauch myself in new and unexpected ways. I couldn’t wait.

I had walked into this restaurant in a playful, albeit skeptical, mood. I would be walking out as Brett’s pliant pet.

And he knew it.

Climactic Part Three – Coming soon! Tease:

I squirmed as he held me in place.

“I’ll give you all you want, and more, pet. But,” he said, lifting his hand, “you need to learn that you’ll only get it when I say.” I jumped more at the sound of his swift, sharp smack on my bare ass than the sting.


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