7 Chapter 7

Alexia

Alexia calls to tell me, "You will need to go through a trial."

"Reginald told me. Who will be my submissive? Anything I need to know?"

"I’m your submissive for the trial."

I inhale in surprise before quickly replying, "I will enjoy this."

I replay the conversation I had this morning with Alexia over and over in my head. I hadn’t heard from anyone in his outfit since he left except for her. She made it a point to call me twice a year. Once on the anniversary of the day I met Asshat, and on the day of our birthday. Every time I hear her voice, it ignites my body with an explosion of memories, emotions, and desires. "Are you going to be okay during the trial?" Mer asks, breaking through the movie of memories playing out in my mind.

"I have no choice. It needs to be done. I’ll be fine." I keep my answers as short as possible in hopes the lingering emotions I feel don't resonate in my voice. We were packing and talking about strategies when we got the call from Reginald. He advised us all of the trial, which was a requirement for the position. Mer will have her own assessment, however hers only involved some tricks with glasses and alcohol.

Mine is a whole different story altogether. I have to dominate a submissive in front of the owners of the club. Living in the world I do, nudity and sex is not shied away from. I’m used to it and honestly, I enjoy it. I thrive on passion and desire. The succubus in me feeds off the lust of others. So, my hesitation isn’t with the act itself, it's with who will be watching.

"We’re close to landing," Mer says in a somber voice. I know she’s worried about me. In all honesty if I were her, I would be worried too. The fate of too many women is riding on us finding out who’s responsible for my emotions to get in the way.

Feeling naughty, I flash her a wicked grin. "Don’t fret Mer. I’m honestly looking forward to playing with Alexia. First of all, she’s gorgeous. I mean, like mouthwatering I would drink her bath water kind of beauty. Second, I’m comfortable with her, we’ve known each other for a long time. Third, she’s had a crush on me for years." I saw the look of surprise on her face, so I continued.

"I don't think she knows I know, but I could feel her desire for me back then. She’s wanted me with such passion, and I’m going to enjoy making her beg for my touch. What's even better, I’m going to love knowing he’s watching while I fuck his second into submission. The thrill and finally closure I will allow myself will be her screaming my name in pleasure, and he can't do anything about it except watch."

"First, gross about the bath water. I mean seriously that’s just nasty," she laughs as she shakes her head in fake disgust. "Second, geez, you have a horribly dirty mouth. Third, wow…. Remind me to never piss you off." She chuckles a bit at the end letting me know that her worry is starting to fade.

"I'm not mad anymore. Honestly, I’ve wanted to fuck her for years, the timing was just never good, and I was more submissive back then. Now, I get the best of both. Besides, he left with no concern for me at all, so I doubt he’ll have any feelings about it one way or the other." I tell her to make sure I ease the rest of whatever worry she’s holding onto. I suppose the conviction in my voice must have been convincing because she simply nodded.

We land and I take a breath as we both school our faces. We both know that the moment we walk off this plane the operation starts. Our intel tells us there are cameras and microphones hidden everywhere. The only safe place will be the safe house that we will call “home” during this mission. Ali and the rest of the crew would have already swept it for any recording devices and will do so every night when we get back from the club.

"You ready?" Mer asks just before we step off the plane. A simple nod is my response as I see the chauffeur below holding the door to a long black stretch limo.

We make our way down the steps of the plane and then immediately slide into the opened door limo and get settled. The club decided to pick us up at the air strip, so Mer and I had to take an earlier flight so as to not be seen with the rest of the ops team.

Mer thanks the chauffeur and I keep my "bitch face" on, keeping my role intact. I’m to play the high-end dominatrix that the King of Hell himself has a fondness for. Which, to be fair, isn’t far from the truth. Birsha's father and I got remarkably close during the time I was with his son. He’s not nearly as scary as everyone believes; however, I’ll keep that to myself. He may like me, but he’s still enormously powerful and a good ally to have. Once we are situated in the seats I look over to Mer and see the worry is now gone from her face as we both slide into character.

During the drive we remain quiet, both lost in our own thoughts. My mind wanders to the mission and how to handle seeing him again after all this time. The back story is mostly the truth, so it’ll be believable and easy to remember. The only part that was left out was the relation between Birsha and I. I lean my head back against the seat and close my eyes as the memory of the call comes flooding in.

"The back story is simple and close to the truth. You’ve worked for Birsha a few times over the years and only take an assignment if Mer comes. You two have a blood bond and will not be separated, so, if the club wants you, they have to take her too. His father has a fondness for you, along with many of his high dollar clients. We have positioned you at the top of all Dom's. I know before you’ve been a submissive, will you be able to play dominatrix?"

I answer in between chuckles, "Yes Alexia, as a matter of fact, for the past five years that’s all I do. I’ll never submit again, that girl is gone."

I heard the sad release of breath before she said, "I’m sorry to hear that. You were one hell of a sub; however, I can only imagine the kind of dom you are with your… background."

I couldn't help but chuckle again at her description of not only my past with her boss but also my lineage. "Well, you’ll learn first hand exactly how I like to make a person submit." I couldn't help the huskiness in my voice as I said the words. I heard a low intake of a breath and a moan so low it was almost inaudible. Almost.

We hung up not long after and I remember wishing I had time to relieve my sexual frustration again before I had to leave. Unfortunately, I’d already sent my last mistake home just a few minutes before she called.