Chapter 52 - Alexander

**ALEXANDER**

Alexander took a deep breath. His cock pressed hard and relentlessly against his pants. The caller had chosen the wrong time to talk. Now all that mattered was his and Britney’s satisfaction. He couldn’t wait any longer. So he nodded at her and enjoyed it as she unbuttoned his pants and wrapped her full lips around his springy cock. Moaning, he closed his eyes and surrendered to the first incredible sensation. Hot waves glided through his body, his testicles tingled and he felt the growing tension.
Britney skillfully licked up his shaft, sucking it like a lollipop before covering it again with her lips. It was so hot that it began to bubble inside him. And then she gave him the deep throat he had been dreaming of since Tuesday. His cock disappeared completely between her lips, he opened his eyes and saw himself coming deeper and deeper. When his balls hit her chin, he let out a throaty moan. Damn, that felt good! He pulled out of her a little and thrust back in. Britney held onto his thighs as he continued to thrust deep into her throat. The smacking sound, her eyes wide open and his overflowing lust didn’t let him last long.
“Fuck!” he screamed, hastily withdrawing from her throat. He trembled with tension and then he could no longer control himself. Britney immediately grabbed his cock, kneaded his jewels and let him shoot cum in her face. Load after load shot into her face and slowly dripped down onto her chest. She rubbed it until it was completely empty. Then she took him back in her mouth and licked him clean. Alexander felt completely satisfied, but he knew this was just the beginning of the session. He had booked Britney for several hours - and he was going to make the most of it.
She tucked his penis back into his pants, zipped them up and remained on her knees in front of him. “Sir, how can I please you now?” she asked in a humble tone.
“Clean your face,” he ordered harshly. She obeyed immediately. She used her fingers to remove the cream from her cheeks, her right eye, and her forehead, and devotedly sucked it off. Again and again she presented her tongue to show him the bliss with which she had swallowed his seed. He liked that, so much so that his cock began to feel it again.
“Stand up,” he said roughly, “and rub the rest on your breasts. Then get everything ready for the candle wax.”
“Yes, sir, gladly, sir.” She rose and spread his seed over her naked skin, then ran her hand over her hard nipples. His cock twitched and straightened even more. Damn, he really needed it! Once she had spread it all over, she turned around. When he saw her back, his cock swelled even more. The reddened sight made him hot. He looked forward to having her on her back later, feeling every single stroke burn. And when the first hot drops of wax fell on her breasts, it would be a real treat.
While Britney took care of the wax, he picked out some clothespins from a shelf. It would look perfect with her nipples and labia adorned with clothespins as he applied the wax drop by drop. The combination of shiny chrome and red wax was already pushing him to the edge of his self-control.
“Are you a good girl?” he asked her as soon as she was done.
“Sir, I am as good as you want me to be,” Britney replied submissively.
“Will you lie still while I decorate you with wax?”
He watched her chest rise and fall violently and knew for a fact that she was wet. She was enjoying this game with all her senses and she was also longing for a fuck, but he wasn’t going to give her one today. He wouldn’t put his cock inside another woman until he had sunk it into Emily’s pussy. His ambition and iron will were too strong.
“I’ll lie still, sir,” she assured him. He smiled, knowing she would, for as long as she could. She was perfectly trained.
“Lie down on the table,” he ordered in a harsh voice, watching as she climbed onto a small stool and then onto the table. She winced a little as she lay down, her back still sensitive from the lashes. But she didn’t complain.
“Show me your vulva,” he demanded. She immediately spread her legs. Her labia were swollen with juice and glistened with her lubricant. It was a beautiful sight.
Alexander caressed her feet, then slid gently up her lower legs, pausing briefly before moving up the inside of her thighs. She didn’t flinch as he caressed her so gently. Even when he stopped just short of her clit, she didn’t move. “So beautiful,” he murmured, stroking her hard spot with one finger. She immediately let out a moan that tempted him to lean down and suck on her clit.
Britney’s moans grew louder and louder and he could tell she was barely controlling herself. If he continued to lick her, she would come in his mouth and writhe on the table, twitching and shaking. Did he want that? His blood pulsed hotly. He drew her clit with his lips and looked up at her face over her clean-shaven pubic hair. She had beads of sweat on her forehead and her features were contorted with pleasure. Her chest rose and fell quickly and flatly. She really was close to orgasm.
A diabolical grin spread across his face as he released the clit from his mouth and rose. “Don’t you dare have an orgasm!” he ordered. Then he slapped her flat stomach hard. “I didn’t give you permission to come! You will not climax until I drip wax into that sweet, wet cunt of yours!”
Gasping for breath, she stared at him. “Yes, sir, I obey, sir.”
To test her ability to control herself, he pushed two fingers into her wet cunt. She cried out in surprise, but was able to control her desire. He twisted his fingers inside her, fucked her faster and harder, but she held out. She didn’t even come when he pushed a third finger into her dripping hole.
Satisfied, he pulled out of her. “Well done,” he praised, stepping forward and holding out his fingers for her to lick clean. “As a reward, I’m going to decorate you now.”
Alexander saw the greedy gleam in Britney’s eyes. She was a real masochistic slut and couldn’t wait to be tortured by him. Everything so far had been just a nice prelude; she wanted much more. She was perfect for him and his special needs. No one outside this club could understand that. Not even Emily.