Chapter 9: First Night with My Alpha

Before I knew it another week went by and I was feeling better than ever. I attended every doctor’s appointment and made sure to do some light exercises to increase my endurance and strength.

"So, are all my tests still coming back normal?" I asked Jessica in her office.

"Yup!" she said, beaming with excitement. "All of your hard work is paying off."

"I feel stronger already," I said, showing Jessica my little muscles.

"Great!" she exclaimed. "Even though you're not one hundred percent, I think you're fit enough to carry Arthur's pup."

I swallowed hard. It was getting closer now that I was feeling better. I didn't want Jessica to see my apprehension, so I thanked her and left.

After I was in my room, I figured I had earned some relaxation. The bookshelf was full and I hadn't had much time to read from it. I slid my fingers along the bindings, finding an interesting title, and slipped it out of the bookcase.

Before I knew it, I was engrossed in the story. I was just getting to a good part when I heard a knock at the door. Feeling slightly disoriented, I picked my head up. Just how long had I been reading? Then I heard the knock again.

"Yes?" I called.

"It's one of the Morgan maids. I have something for you."

Still holding the book, I rose from the chair and opened the door. There stood a polite woman, carrying something. My eyes were drawn to the nightgown she had in her hand.

Without asking, she walked past me, into my room. It seemed like she was on a mission. I glanced at her in question, tilting my head to the left.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"You'll want to get ready now."

"'Ready?" I asked, squinting at her in question.

"Yes, you should be bathed. Then your hair and make-up will be done. After that, you can get dressed in the appropriate attire."

"Are you saying that tonight is... the night?" I asked.

"Yes, that is exactly what I'm saying. My coworker will be here shortly to help," the maid said with a comforting smile.

My stomach was in knots. It was really happening!

Tonight was the night that Arthur and I were going to have our first intimate encounter. I trembled as the book I was reading dropped out of my hand. Quickly, I bent over to pick it up and placed it on the shelf, hoping the maid didn't notice my shaking hands. Then, another maid walked in.

"Hello," she said with a polite smile before she began to arrange the room. I gulped in anticipation.

From my bedroom, I could hear the other maid drawing a bath, the water running steadily. I wondered what temperature she was setting it to. It should be comfortable, especially since my nerves were increasing.

I watched the other maid as she straightened things out, picking up any stray items that were left around. As she put each object away, the butterflies in my stomach increased. She was making the room more to Alpha Arthur’s liking.

I heard the water turn off, and then the first maid returned.

She stood and waited patiently with her hands clasped. I glanced at her.

"Oh, should I get in the tub now?" I asked her. With a nod, she presented the tub to me.

"Yes, you should be clean and look beautiful."

My mind was racing about what was going to happen tonight. Was this going to be anything that I'd pictured? Would it be a good experience or bad? Would Arthur be scary?

Taking a deep breath, I kept myself in check by remembering that my purpose was to have a pup with Arthur. We were not anything more than business partners with a common goal. That was the silent mantra I repeated to myself. I was surprised at how well it began to keep me on task.

I slipped into the tub, using the expensive soaps and shampoo I had been provided. They smelled of mango and other citrus fruits. The water felt so warm and refreshing. When I was ready to get out, the maids were there with towels.

They dried me off, then twisted one towel over my head for a few minutes as the first phase of drying my hair. Once it was dry enough to comb, one pulled a brush through my hair. The other began to rifle through the vanity drawers. When she had finished, I could see she had set a hair dryer and several types of makeup out for me.

They sat me in a chair like I was at a beauty salon and began to style my hair with a round brush. They also applied makeup. It seemed like they knew this routine well. When they were done, I noticed that the original maid had laid out some sexy lingerie on the bed. My heart rate picked up as I stared at the outfit.

"You should hurry up and put this stuff on. We don't want to keep him waiting," the maid urged with a comforting smile.

I walked into the bathroom again, the mirror foggy. As I put on the lingerie I could only see a part of me in the mirror. I wiped the steam away to see myself. I probably should have felt attractive but all I felt was ashamed and awkward about my appearance. I suppressed a shudder and vowed to keep my chin up. As confidently as possible, I made my way to a recliner and sat.

As best as I could, I pushed the shameful feeling aside and tried to keep a calm exterior. Though I succeeded in fooling the maids into thinking I was strong, underneath, I knew the truth.

I was a bundle of nerves.

The clock ticked down and as each minute passed, it felt like an hour. I was anxious, my head swimming with what-ifs, just waiting for him to open that door.

Part of me just wanted it over with.

"Everything will be fine, Ophelia," the maids assured me as they left the room. It was quiet for a few minutes. They must have sensed he was ready or something. My heart was pounding.

Finally, I saw the knob turn and the door open. There stood Alpha Arthur. It felt like my heart stopped. I held my breath for a moment waiting for his lead.

Was he going to make me feel the same way he had before? I stared up at him as he sized me up. Apparently, there wasn't time for niceties. He got right down to business.

"Get on the bed," he ordered me. I tried to mask my trembling as I walked over to the bed.

"O-okay," I stuttered and did what he asked. It didn't matter how often I had pictured this or told myself that I'd be calm and relaxed. The entire situation was strange and felt like I was acting for a role. As he came closer to me I found it hard to breathe.

Slowly, he began to touch me. Then he reached into my hair and pulled it through his fingers. I expected him to kiss me but that never came. He was in immaculate attire and I was half naked.

I felt completely vulnerable, like a piece of meat.

However, I pushed forward. As his fingers slipped over my supple neck, I leaned back, allowing him to continue. I felt that I had a duty to perform so I allowed him to do what he pleased. His lips felt soft against the bare parts of my skin and I didn’t resist. If this was part of what he wanted, then I needed to fulfill the role as best as I could.

I wasn't sure what to expect next. This was the first time anyone had been sexual with me without forcing me. He moved to me and began kissing along my neck, behind my ear, and down to my firm breasts. My nipples became erect underneath the cherry-red bra. His thumbs lingered upon my nipples through the material and I felt a sensation I hadn’t before.

It was mixed with pleasure and apprehension. I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me but I was still quite nervous. When he unsnapped my bra in the front, my ample breasts spilled out, happy to be freed from their imprisonment. His mouth traveled to my nipples, sucking on them gently.

I arched backward slightly due to the mixture of pleasure and curiosity. Although Arthur was a quiet non-communicator under most circumstances, he seemed to know how to take charge in these situations. His lips and hands moved from my breasts down to my nipples and then to the middle of my stomach.

As he lightly kissed my belly button, I inhaled sharply. He continued rolling his tongue along my young skin, slowly unbuttoning the straps from my garter, matching my cherry-red stockings. As he delicately removed the stocking down each leg they came off perfectly rolled. I watched as he placed them at the foot of the bed.

Then he removed my panties, taking his time as I lifted my hips to assist him. With only the garter belt left, he didn’t bother removing it. Perhaps he liked what he saw and it enhanced the experience. I could feel both the front and back straps swinging freely against the front of my thighs and back side.

I waited until he had climbed over me, prepared to give him whatever he wanted. He pressed me down on the bed, unbuckling his belt. It slipped through his suit pants swiftly with a whooshing sound. He laid it on the floor and then unzipped his pants.

When he was closer, he moved my legs apart gently. I knew he was about to penetrate me at any moment. My heart was racing as I imagined what it would feel like. My biggest concern was that it would hurt.

Just when he was about to enter me, I began to get flashbacks. The nights Mike had tried to force me to have sex with him rose to the surface. I was seeing Arthur as the same kind of person as Mike. Even though I knew this was supposed to be a transaction, I couldn't divorce my true feelings from it.

I was so afraid. I didn't get the impression that it was okay to tell him to stop. I tried to push through my feelings of anxiety but they overwhelmed me. I was panting from fear. I couldn't allow things to go further.

"No," I said.