Bare feet padded across the hardwood floor. Alexandria found the floor cool and comforting underfoot and her hands toyed with a set of keys; they jingled softly, musical in their own way as they clinked together. It had been a long day. Chores mostly and while they in themselves were not unpleasant, they took their toll. The post office had lost a package, even though theyβd marked it delivered. Grocery shopping pressed against the rest of humanity. Polite smiles and boring small talk.
Rolling her head, she felt the muscles of her neck groan in protest. Tension had been building since the alarm that morning. She needed a distraction. A way to vent her frustrations and relax. Lucky for her, she had just the thing in mind.
Thing was perhaps a cruel way to describe the man currently locked beneath her bed. It was the correct term though, in her eyes at least. Like a piece of furniture, he was an object to Lexi. He had answered her want ad and agreed to her terms. There was a contract signed by him, tucked away safe. She wasnβt a psychopath. That said, she had every intention of breaking him. It was what they both wanted.
Lexi had never thought herself cruel. At least not before finding some delicious writing and that had led her to some sinful porn. Soon that fantasy was not enough. She wanted to know what it was like to tease a man till the point of tears and begging. Till he would agree to anything. Alexandria wanted to know what it was like to have her arm ache from a whip or paddle. Would it be a sweet ache? Once that left her remembering her toy the next day? Would the memories of his tears make her wet as she went about her day?
The tip of her pink tongue touched her upper lip and she looked down at the metal cage. He was so much bigger than she was and sheβd have been uncomfortable trapped in that space. Alexandria was tiny, five feet nothing and her toy? Mmmn, he was six feet. Built, she tried to recall what he said heβd done. Construction? He was built for it. Sinewy muscles, tanned skin and a gruff demeanor. Who would have thought he wanted to be broken by a slip of a woman.
βAre you awake, chair?β He had a name. Lucian. She hadnβt used it since sheβd locked him under bed the night before. Her smile was slow as she knelt on her haunches by the cage. This was likely not what heβd signed up for. Not at the moment away. Sheβd put him in there shortly after heβd signed the contract. Sheβd then left him, only letting him out before she retired to bed to use the restroom. Heβd heard the toy as sheβd switched in on and his growls, demands to be let out had only added to her climax the night before.
