Chapter 209: Chapter 209: The Perks of Recovery
A cool, damp sensation against his cheek dragged Alexander out of the deep, heavy darkness of sleep. He groaned, his eyelids feeling like lead as he forced them open. The sharp glare of the ceiling lights hit his vision, but a soft, familiar face quickly blocked the view.
Elena, his personal maid, was leaning over him, carefully dabbing a cool cloth across his bruised face.
"I am so glad you are awake, Young Master" said Elena, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and concern as she paused her movements. "Do you feel alright?"
Alexander blinked, his mind still slightly hazy. The severe concussion from the beating had done a fantastic job of thoroughly numbing his senses, leaving him disoriented for a moment.
"Yeah, I’m fine" said Alexander, his voice raspy as he tried to sit up, only to think better of it as a sharp pain flared behind his eyes. "My head just hurts like hell."
"I was so incredibly terrified that something permanent had happened to you, Young Master" said Elena, setting the cloth down on the bedside table.
"What could possibly happen to me?" asked Alexander with a weak, tired chuckle.
"You’ve been unconscious for two whole days, so you tell me what I was supposed to think..." said Elena, her worried expression suddenly shifting into a playful, familiar pout. "You know, I’ve been so incredibly stressed about you not waking up that I haven’t even been able to suck your cock. I left you alone so you could rest and not get any more exhausted than you already were... but now that you’re finally awake... how about you give me a little reward for being such a kind and understanding maid, Master?"
Hearing her usual brazen attitude instantly put Alexander in a much better mood, a smirk tugging at his cracked lip.
"Sure" said Alexander, relaxing back into the pillows. "Help yourself."
Elena didn’t wait for another word. She eagerly lunged forward, taking his length all the way down her throat in one fluid, practiced swallow.
"Bon appétit...!!!" mumbled Elena around him, her eyes looking up at him with delight as she immediately got to work.
Elena moved with passion, her tongue swirling expertly around the head before sliding all the way down again. Wet slucking sounds echoed through the quiet hotel room. Realizing her uniform was only getting in the way, she reached back, swiftly unzipping her dress and letting the fabric pool around her waist. She began to enthusiastically massage her own clit, her breath catching in her throat as the friction built.
She shifted her focus, using one hand to gently cradle and tease Alexander’s balls while using her lips and throat to execute her best tricks—reversing the pressure, vacuuming down hard, and twisting her head in a frenzy.
Alexander simply lay back against the pillows, a challenging, amused smirk plastered across his face. Despite her intense efforts, he didn’t show a single sign of breaking. His stamina was unfazed, his eyes locked onto hers with a mocking, playful.
"Wow... you are incredibly resilient today, Master" muttered Elena, pulling back for a brief to wipe her chin before diving right back down. "Let’s see if you can handle this..."
Determined to break his smug composure, she ramped up the speed, utilizing every technique she had ever perfected. She sucked, swirled, and plunged relentlessly, trying everything to force a reaction out of him. She kept going and going, pouring of her energy into the rhythm until her throat was dry and her jaw began to go numb from the sheer effort.
Elena had no idea that Alexander had been right on the brink of exploding at least five times. Each time he neared the edge, he simply activated the precise breathing techniques of the TMC pods resetting his arousal gauge. It was a rigged battle.
Two grueling minutes later, Elena finally pulled away, her jaw locked and trembling from the exhaustion.
Alexander swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, a dangerous grin spreading across his face. "Looks like it’s my turn."
He strode over to her, scooped her up effortlessly, and tossed her right back onto the mattress. He climbed over her, kneeling tightly between her thighs.
"No, wait...!!" said Elena, her face flushing red as she tried to cover herself. "I was just cleaning! I’m all sweaty and gross!"
Alexander didn’t care. He leaned down, pressing his face directly against her inner thigh and taking a deep, deliberate breath. "You smell delicious. Open them up."
Elena bit her lower lip powerless to resist, and let her knees fall apart.
Alexander looked down at her with a cocky smirk. "Tell you what. Let’s see if you can hold out for more than thirty seconds. If you survive that long, I’ll give you a massive cash bonus."
He didn’t wait for her to agree. Applying the hyper-precise, biomechanical directives from the TMC Training, Alexander buried his face between her legs. His tongue moved with the exact frequency and pressure needed to overload her nervous system.
Within barely fifteen seconds, Elena’s back arched off the bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets as her body violently convulsed in a massive, soaking orgasm.
Alexander pulled back for a split second, looking at his watch with a mocking chuckle. "Fourteen seconds. Wow. You didn’t even make it halfway to the money, Elena. That’s honestly embarrassing."
"You... you monster...!" gasped Elena, still trembling.
Before she could even catch her breath, Alexander dove straight back in. He shifted the angle, his tongue flicking against her hyper-sensitive clit in a rhythmic pattern that gave her zero time to recover. In less than twenty seconds, a second, even harder wave struck her, making her squeal out loud as she came again.
"Nineteen seconds on round two" said Alexander, wiping his mouth with a smirk. "Are you even trying to get paid? I thought you loved money."
"Stop, please, I can’t—!" Elena pleaded, her legs shaking like jelly.
