Aubrey's Playground

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Lori slowly walked along looking up at the personal pictures that hung from the walls, it wasn't many which lead her to believe if someone was up there they must have been important to him. There was more art than anything, paints, female musicians, in particular, a few actresses. A natural and naked Pam Grier, Scarlett Johansson seductively looking into the camera head-on, Salma Hayek and her infamous breast. Beyoncé, Aaliyah, Sade, Amy Winehouse. Sex appeal in a woman was his obvious weakness based on those that graced his condo. All equally iconic in every aspect that a woman could be during their era in time and so on, his idea of a woman was broad, but if he could build his own she would for sure be curvy with the voice of an angel.

He stood back and watched her study each image closely as she walked further into his home. That was his thing, he just loved women, looking, admiring, gazing at the female form that he found so appealing, every piece of them, how soft, how smooth they were, how petite they could be while under him, the way his fingers sunk into the thickness of certain body parts. Knowing every single thing about the woman that was submitted herself to him wasn't just to stroke his ego or to show how controlling he could be, it was because he wanted to know every aspect about her, from scars, birthmarks, to stretch marks, cellulite, he knew which boob was slightly smaller than the other, with a single touch he knew the spot that made his subs dripping wet and all his concubines spots were different, yet he never got them mixed up, he knew his subs inside out, literally. That's what was so appealing about him, so alluring about him, that he genuinely wanted to know everything in order to properly pleasure the woman under his thumb.

"Are these the Twins?... Tuesday's?" She asked, turning and looking back at him.

"Yes."

She turned back around to look at the set of the three large photos neatly placed in a long frame. "They're so pretty... they look so innocent." She laughed.

"If you saw the things they do to me and the things they allow me to do to them. You'd think very differently." His voice was deep, smooth, and at a distance. It matched the dim lighting that he had yet to turn up by the light switch on the wall. It kept goosebumps on her body at all times when he was around, sometimes he didn't even have to speak in order for her to shiver sometimes he just had to give her a look.

Lori chuckled at his sexual reply. "Your smile is so perfect! It's beautiful... it's like boyish." She laughed.

"Thank you."

"I don't think I've ever seen you smile so hard?..." She turned back around and looked at him.

He was still in one of his many tailored suits that he wore to work, it was a charcoal gray this time, a small, slim solid gold necklace with the name Sandra and a single rose next to it layered over his jet black turtle neck, a single solid gold ring on his right finger, and a hefty solid gold watch around his left wrist and the cufflinks that she confessed were her favorites, all jewelry that she's seen before, a size 13 1/2 in dress shoes but a 13 in sneakers, and that size surely matched the length and thickness he was blessed with, they were so clean it was hard to tell if he's even worn them outside of today, he was so well-groomed it was like his hair didn't grow, the way he filled a suit made no sense, the way he looked in one almost annoyed you, he looked like he smelled good, like he tasted good, he was so physically perfect it was confusing.

He slightly smiled at her. "I'm warm-blooded, Lori. I'm not afraid to express my feelings and emotions in the presence of people that deserve it."

She smiled genuinely. His answer was unexpected but it added another reason to why he was an Alpha. "They must mean a lot to you."

"They do. I love them very much." He confessed.