His Flower

Chapter Three

My palms are sweaty, my mind is clouded, and anxiety consumes me as we pull up to a house so quaint, that I think he's taken a wrong turn. The streetlights are the only thing illuminating the block. My stomach is flipping as Alexei turns the car off. My gaze is set on the dash and my hands are trembling in my lap. I make an effort to calm my breathing, but my efforts are feeble. Alexei turns to me while unbuckling his seatbelt.

    "Baby, what's wrong, why are you shaking so much?" He reaches out and holds my left hand. His eyebrows are scrunched together in concern. The warmth of it calms me down enough to breathe easier.

    "I've never been to a guy's house alone before, I'm just nervous." It's partially true; I've never been to a man's house late at night alone before. What I don't mention is that I'm afraid of what may come of me by morning. I highly doubt this connection is anything but lust, he will kick me out in the morning. He may even make me leave tonight when I say I don't want to have sex with him. I don't want to be right, but I cannot afford to be naive either.

    "Flora, I promise you that I would never and will never coerce you or any woman to do anything you feel uncomfortable with. I have no expectations of sex tonight. How about we go inside? We can warm up, eat, and get on some comfortable clothes." His voice is soft and even. His eyes are genuine and kind. My soul trusts him and pushes me to agree. I can admit that I'm hungry and tired, something to eat and comfy clothes sound very appealing at the moment.

    "Okay, I trust you. I am hungry and I'd like to spend more time with you." Alexei smiles a bit and kisses the back of my hand.

    He helps me out out and we enter Alexei's home. The home is decorated as if a woman did all the work. The house gives off homey, warm vibes. There are family pictures and warm-colored furniture. There are plants and a diffuser in the living area. It was truly beautiful, but the thought of Alexei having a girlfriend, or even worse, a wife, makes my stomach churn uncomfortably. I shake the feeling off and sit at the kitchen island. Alexei settles leaning on the other side of the island, studying my face. I study the rest of him. The way he looks so handsome in his designer suit makes me want to just kiss all of his tattoos and trace the line work. Alexei is the first to break the comfortable silence.

    "Darling, I have some clothes of mine you can borrow for the night, I can show you to my room and leave you to clean up if you'd like. You mentioned you were hungry so, while you get freshened up and changed, I'll cook some dinner for us both and we'll meet back here. Does that sound like a good plan?" I nod, not trusting my voice to keep my hidden arousal a secret. My body burns with desire when he calls me that endearment. The submissive part of me purrs every time he addresses her in that way. Alexei moves around the island and leans down next to my right ear.

    "I need you to use your words baby. I don't understand what you're trying to communicate." His lips graze the shell of my ear, sucking and nibbling it as well. He leans lower and takes my ear into his mouth, his strong hands roaming my body. This makes my breath hitch and my heart skip a beat. My panties begin to soak.

    "Y..yes. The plan s..sounds good." A moan almost escapes as his kisses trail down my neck and his sucking becomes harsher. My pussy throbs, begging for some type of friction.

    "Good girl, pet." He suddenly stops his kissing and sucking, standing straight up again. I pout a bit, not ready for the teasing to stop. "Follow me to my room, there's a bathroom attached so you can shower and do your self-care if you'd like." He takes my hand in his and leads me down a hall and into what I assume is his bedroom.  This room is very different from the rest of his home.

    The room is dark and kind of elegant. The walls are white, decorated with old paintings and a gold and black clock. His bed frame is black and his sheets are a Sacramento green with a velvet texture. There is a flat-screen TV on the left end of the room and under it is a black fireplace. There is what seems to me a very expensive couch that matches the sheets on his bed with white blankets laying on top of it. On the other side of the bed, there is a bay window with cushions that match the bed and couch. I start to see a trend in his favorite colors and personality. The room is cozy and warm. I'm drawn to his couch and take a seat. I'm sitting on the comfiest couch I've ever sat on. Having money gives you so many perks.