Free Beautifully Twisted by Jennifer Domenico

fascinated by you. It’s so difficult to find the kind of woman that appeals to me; a woman that completes my fantasies,” he whispers, not really answering her question. She sighs in irritation, but as he runs his hand down her leg, a look of pure lust reflects in his eyes, capturing her attention once more.
    “Alexa, I want to give myself over to you completely. I want your complete domination of me. I wanted it the minute I laid eyes on you. I want to belong to you.” He smiles once more. “You are one sexy bitch.”
    Alexa pauses for a moment, deciding on her next move. She isn’t sure how he picked up on her preference but the thrill she feels from his offer is undeniable and, with pure disregard for the consequences, she quickly switches into domination mode. “You may not call me a bitch unless I give you permission.” She lifts his chin up. “You know better.”
    “Yes…mistress.” He whispers the words. “May I call you mistress?”
    “I expect that you will.” An evil smile spreads across her lips. This is better than she thought. “I won’t let you fuck me,” she says.
    “Ever?”
    “I didn’t say ever. Not now.”
    His eyes plead with her.
    “What shall I call you?” she asks.
    “I like slave.”
    “Okay, slave.” It’s not the first time she’s been asked to use that term. “You should have told me sooner what you wanted from me.”
    “I had to make sure I had a chance. You could ruin me with this kind of information.”
    “Yes, I could.” She leans down and licks the side of his face. “I won’t, as long as you behave.”
    He moans softly. “I will behave, mistress. May I kiss you?”
    “Why should I let you? Because you bought me dinner?” Alexa laughs the meanest laugh she can summon, completely in her element right now.
    “Because I want to make you feel good.”
    “And you think your kisses can do that for me?”
    “I can try.”
    Alexa stands to give herself even more advantage. Brett remains on his knees at her feet. He’s been very well trained.
    “You’re very handsome, slave,” she says as she runs her fingers through his hair.
    “Do I please you?”
    “Yes, you do. Tell me, what do you want to do?”
    “Anything you need, mistress. I would love to please you, to make you come, to release your stress.”
    “You think you can make me come?”
    “I would spend my days trying.”
    She kneels down and looks into his sweet eyes, his desire for her so evident, his willingness to please her, palpable. It’s such a different dynamic with him than with Scott. She reaches out and runs her fingers across his strong cheek and jaw. He closes his eyes, reveling in her touch.
    “You are very trusting, aren’t you, my slave?” she asks, sweetly.
    He nods. “I trust you, mistress.”
    Leaning forward, she presses her ample cleavage against his face. He wraps his arms around her hips, pulling her slightly closer, inhaling her heady perfume. His eyes look up as he drags his tongue along the seam where her breasts press together. Alexa is startled by the gesture, but not so much that she asks him to stop. They huddle close, almost intimately, Brett on his knees and Alexa kneeling low in front of him. She knows this is about to go much farther than she anticipated and decides she must shut it down before she makes a decision she can’t undo.
    “I want you to leave now though. You have not earned the right to stay here longer,” she says with a stern tone.
    He looks at her with tender eyes. “A kiss?” His voice is sweet, pleading, and lustful.
    “Stand up.”
    He clamors to his feet, towering over her. Alexa grabs his face, staring into his eyes. She can see his desire and it delights her.
    “You may kiss me now. Make it good or it could be your last.”
    “May I touch you?”
    “Yes, you may.”
    He runs his hands down her back, stopping at the curve of her ass. He tilts his head, slowly lowering his mouth to hers. His lips are soft, gentle, careful. His hands