Page 29 of X: Command Me through Alexander’s Eyes

The game between us progresses throughout the day. I imagine her stealing glances at her phone and trying to hide her blush. She can’t. I know exactly how pink flushes her cheeks when she reads them. It’s the same shade that lovely ass of hers is going to turn when I show her all the other ways I can pleasure her later.

Lose your knickers, I order her while she’s shopping at Harrods. She doesn’t know that I know exactly where she is, but she doesn’t need to. It’s all part of the fun.

Who says I have any on?

I know Clara Bishop is wearing knickers, but I get hard anyway. She’s not the type to wander around London with a bare cunt. It’s one of the reasons I’m going to enjoy teaching her to do just that. Because Clara Bishop is a very good girl, and I’m going to teach her how to be wicked.

I wait until I receive word she’s at lunch before I unleash the next barrage of texts:

I need to have my mouth on you. I need to make you come.

I need to hear you crying my name as I fuck you.

She’s had enough time with her mother. It’s my turn now, and I won’t wait much longer. I know exactly what table she’s been seated at in Hillgrove’s, and if she doesn’t dine quickly, I might walk in and carry her out myself.

I’m especially tempted after her next text arrives:

But how can I scream your name with my mouth busy sucking you off?

Fuck. I need her. Now.

You won’t know until you’ve tried.

Christ, I’m so fucking hard for you.

Finish eating and get your pretty ass over to me.

I won’t wait much longer for her. She’s won this game, and her prize is the rock-hard dick she’ll be riding all afternoon. It’s time for her to collect her winnings.

I need to see you now. The Westminster Royal.

There’s no response, but I know she’s on her way. I can already feel her coming.