Rowland, The Senators Son

Chapter 13 The Encounter

Later that evening, Rowland entered his father's study; He was expecting the room to be cold and dark. Instead, he found both banished by the large open fire that had been tendered.

Alexia was curled in a chair beside the fire comforted by her drink of choice, the perfect consort to dispel the chill. The bottle of Glenlivet 1824 sat ready with a second glass. She did not look up when he entered the room just continued to stare into the flames as they licked at the thick logs.

Without a word Rowland walked and placed the wooden box on the desk and sat in the desk chair just waiting comforted by Alexia's presence.

"I hear you wanted to thank me personally." Before he had a chance to respond she asked. "Why am I drawn to you?" Rowland knew that this was a question not seeking an answer.

"You look so like your father but you are not him. My logic is screaming at me that he is gone and what we had is also gone." Her voice a husky whisper.

Her words tore at him. "You're grieving." Rowland spoke softly.

"Of course I'm grieving, but I should be running in the opposite direction not settle myself in front of a man who will become....." her words trailed away, and she stared into the flames.

For once Rowland was going to follow his instincts not his logic. He rose from behind his father's desk, understanding the irony that his father may have done the same thing he was about to do.

He toed off his shoes and socks and slowly undressed. As he removed each piece of clothing he folded them into a neat pile. Naked he walked to stand before her, his erection edged on by warmth of the flames as they lapped at him, fighting the urge to touch himself.

Remembering what he had learned by watching the hell hounds weeks before, he took his place. Sitting on his haunches knees parted he laced his fingers behind his head only when he was positioned did he look at Alexia.

Her hazel-green eyes were ablaze. "I have said it before and I say it again, you know not what you speak of and now you know not what you ask," she whispered.

"Then, Teach Me" Rowland's tone humble.

She just stared, but then her eyes seemed to catch on the pendant at his neck.

"You asked me once how I knew," she had leaned forward and taken the pendant in her hand. "Every week for years I would come here under the cover of darkness and visit. We would sit and talk and yes, play. He would tell me how proud he was of you all. We would discuss how he could help you all become the men we both knew you could be."

She dropped the pendant and returned her gaze to the fire.

"You all have such potential but you Rowland... we both knew how potent a leader you could become."

"Alexia, Teach Me, I want to give you something I would never give another." Itching to take her in his arms to kiss her and take back control. His mind and his penis on edge, the warmth of the room surrounded his naked body. His mind and his head throbbed and he knew if she touched him he could not hold back.

"Mistress...." The word was barely out of Rowland's mouth and Alexia leaned forwarded again and placed her fingers to his lips.

"I am an alpha and a dominant; I have never needed that title. I leave that to the little girls whose egos require such stroking."

She stroked his cheek once again tucking her delicate feet up underneath her, returned her gaze to the fire.

"Milady is the title I prefer for play though, Lance calls me Domma and Toku as you know calls me Goddess. A habit I have tried to break him off but really it makes him happy." There was a smile in her voice.