The fall

Beautiful

Alex's POV:

For the first time in my life, I'm not quite sure what I'm doing. It was that delicious fucking moan that escaped her lips that set me off. It gave me the confirmation that she enjoyed a splash of pain amongst pleasure.

It was enough to leave me momentarily breathless, which is a complete foreign feeling to me in my world of nothingness. In my embarrassment I put up that fucking wall again.

"your pathetic attempt to have any sense of control is quite pitiful." - a mask of cold calmness.

Confusion and pain. Confusion and pain was all that I could read off her delicate, kind face. She had no hesitation in getting up and rushing out of the main room.

Fuck.

I never care. I never care about anyone, so why was she any different? It was only when I found myself walking after her that I realised I was utterly fucked.

Following her footsteps, the blaring music was fading into the background as I made it to the dressing rooms. Knowing damn well that if I knocked she wouldn't let me in, I decided to use other methods to gain entry.

I went back to the main room, got a quick and very sloppy lap dance whilst slipping my hands in the dancers bra for the rooms key card. Simple as that.

Sliding in the key card I entered the surprisingly huge dressing room. Even to me, this place was a sight for sore eyes. Bright lighting studded all the vanities, complimenting the deep purple walls. There was a large kitchen and a purple and black themed lounge area.

Closing the door behind me, I followed the sound of a shower running. All the other dancers are currently on stage and working the main room, so it had to be her. My blood heated as the further I went in the steamier the air got.

The large dressing room had a total of four bathrooms, so I waited right outside the one that was occupied. After a few minutes, she opens the door- her body wrapped in a towel as her wet hair clings to her back.

The tight wrap of the towel complimented every curve, her boobs pressed tightly together, almost spilling out of the towel. Beautiful.

As soon as she looks up and notices me, leaning on the doorframe, her eyes widen in surprise. Catching her off guard, I slowly walk towards her, as she backs into the bathroom.

Continuing towards her, she ends up pressed against the sink counter, with my arms pressed into it on either side of her.

"How did you get in?" She looks away from me.
"I have my ways,"
"Why are you here?"

I tower over her.
"Because I always get what I want."
Gently placing my hand on her chin, I turn her now blushing face to mine, so I can scan her features.

Water droplets linger on her soft skin illuminated by her hot cheeks. Her lips are plump and rosy from the heat of the water. Something clouds her hazel eyes- she's not angry, no... she's hurt.

And the look she's giving me, the sorrow in her eyes, if it wasn't for the sink stabilising me I'd crumble to my knees. I'd do anything for that look to disappear- I'd rather see her angry or disgusted, anything but that.

Taking my hand, I gathered her hair to one side, leaving the left part of her neck exposed.
"You should go," she mumbled without any conviction of wanting me to leave.

I leaned in.

"Only if you tell me to leave- when that word comes out of your mouth, I'll go." I breathed on her neck.

"I..." she lightly pushed a hand to the middle of my chest, bringing me away from her neck slightly. "Sam,"she sighed. Looking down on her, with her head tilted up at me fuck- she was irrisistable.

In response, I hooked my hands under her thighs and sat her up on the counter. Her towel rolled up her thighs deliciously- without exposing too much. I stood imbetween her thick thighs.

"That's not my name," I replied, casually running a finger down her arm- leaving a trail of goosebumps.

I fucking loved how her body reacted to me.

"Alex, my name's Alex." Answering her puzzled expression, I traced lazy circles around her exposed neck.
"Alex," she repeated, getting a feel of it.
"Good girl," Pulling my hand away from her neck, I gripped her thigh.
"Olivia," she confirms with a shy smile.

Satisfied, I slowly worked upwards, I massaging her thigh, Olivia's breathing only getting heavier. Squeezing and kneeding her thickness, heat flushes to Olivia's face.

Using my other hand, I wrap her mass of hair around my wrist, pulling her head back at the same moment of releasing a handful of her thigh.

She releases filthy, silky moans, from such a simple action, her mouth contorting in pleasure. She tried to squeeze her thighs shut, aiming to hide her wetness.
"So eager," I teased.

But I couldn't give it to her, not yet. Or else she wouldn't come back for more.

I brought myself up to her ear once more, sliding the hand that was kneeding her thigh surround her neck. Through pulling her hair back, her exposed neck gave me easy access. With the slightest squeeze, I looked down on a completely vounrable Olivia.

She looks so fuckable right now.

"I only ever want to hear you moan my name- nobody else's," I half tease half demand, whispering amongst her heavy breaths.