Fuck, I adjust my thickening cock. It was telling despite her initial reservations after the first night she shrugged off her inhibitions and reveled in her desires and mine. Her submissive nature was the one thing she still held back from glorying in, even as she indicated her need. I love her submissiveness, it makes my cock hard and sets my blood on fire. It’s the way she liked me to be rough, I’m hesitant about. Still, I give her what she needs, my hand around her throat, as I fucked into her, my hand in her hair tightly controlling her, and even slapping her soft, silky, tender pussy. Unable to deny her when her need, her passion is so pure.

I think about why I’m really angry. It is not simply Alexa keeping something from me. It’s that this is tremendously significant to her. It’s also a part of her life she isn’t sharing with me. The clinical thoughts that have been a part of me reminds me that I have not giving her a single indication she could share it with me.

I have not shared anything personal with her, no late-night talks about my life before her or now. When she tried to talk, I shut her down. I have attempted to allocate Alexa to a few hours at the end of my day, we do not even have dinner together. In the beginning, I needed to keep her there for my sanity, she was already seeping into every hour of my life. Only I can admit it now, it did not work. When she is not near me, I crave her, the sight of her, her scent, the feel of her skin.

If I desire a deeper connection from Alexa, then I must be willing to give her the same. There has only been once in the last few weeks when she pushed for more, I’m still ashamed at my reaction. I had just entered her when the overwhelming pleasure made me weak enough to almost fall on her. Until then I always held myself up and away from her, only carefully allowing my body to graze hers. This time Alexa was caught up in the pleasure and her arms went around me. Her hands found the scars on my back. She froze as her fingers traced the tissue smooth, and thick beneath her hand.

“What happened? Are you okay?” The words sent me up on my knees as I ignored them. “Leo, please—”