The Alpha's Exchanged Mate
The Alpha’s Exchanged Mate – Chapter 36

Edwina’s POV…

I took a sip from the glass of water in my hands as I made my way through the stairs and in the direction of the room. Just at the top of the stairs, a particular painting caught my attention, and I paused in my steps to observe it.

It was one of those paintings that depicted what looked to be a village, and I smiled the moment I caught sight of the little children that were hurdled in the corner, playing.

It occurred to me that this was a staircase I passed through almost every time. It was the only way that I could go up or down this house, so it was pretty obvious that I used the stairs a lot. Yet, this was the first time that I was actually noticing the painting.

It wasn’t like it had not been there for a long time. It was just the fact that I never paid any attention to it. I went up and down these stairs every day, and it was like I had never even seen the painting. And it made me wonder about what other things I hadn’t seen in this large house.

There were plenty of rooms that I had never been in, and it made me realize that I needed a tour, and since Alexander wasn’t home yet, it meant I had to do this tour by myself. He was still dealing with the whole sizzlers issue, one more issue we needed to take care of.

I moved towards the doors I had never stepped into and began to open them one after the other.

Some doors opened up into a bedroom. I found a mini library, looked away in one and began browsing through the shelves, hoping to see something that would catch my eyes. I was also hoping I’d see something I could take along with me on my tour.

After a few minutes of looking around, a particular romance novel caught my attention from the pile that was stacked in the corner. I picked that one up and moved out of the room again, shutting the door firmly behind me.

I continued on until I reached the room at the farthest end of the hallway, and then I frowned.

All the other doors had the same design except this one. There was a certain difference to the door that made it stand out, but when I twisted the knob, it refused to budge. It was locked.

That caused my frown to deepen even more. None of the other doors had been locked except maybe Alexander’s office, but that was understandable.

My curiosity was piqued, and I really wanted to find out what was behind this particular door that not only made it different but also made it stand out.

It was apparent that I wasn’t going to get the answers that I wanted by standing in front of the door, so I moved away from it, back in the direction of the room at the other end.

The moment I got into the room and placed the glass of water on top of the nightstand, I settled in the middle of the bed to begin reading the book I had gotten from the library.

I was so lost in the novel that I had failed to hear the front door opening, and it was until when Alexander wheeled himself into the room that I realized he was home.

“Hello, welcome home,” I called out cheerily, smiling softly at my husband.

He returned my small smile, wheeling himself in the direction of the dressers at the end of the room to begin undressing.

“Hi, how was your day?” He asked, and I nodded my head in response even when I knew he couldn’t see me. I didn’t want to start off our conversation by asking about the Sizzlers saga. I would rather have another conversation.

“It was good. I explored the house a little bit,” I responded, and he turned his head in my direction.

“Really? What did you find?” He indulged.

“Not much. I did find a library which I think will become my favorite part of this house soon, and also, there was a different-looking door at the other side of the hallway that was surprisingly locked.” I threw in casually, hoping to catch his genuine reaction.

Alexander wheeled around, so he was facing me, and he only watched me in silence. I waited for him to explain what could be behind the door, but there was nothing from him, and that frustrated me a little.

“What’s behind the door, Alexander?” I asked finally, tired of waiting for the man to speak.

“You do not want to know that, Edwina.” He responded with a slight smirk on his face, which doubled the curiosity that had settled in my stomach since the moment that I had discovered the door.

“Of course, I want to know. I’m your wife, Alexander, and there should’nt be any secrets between us.” I said, and my husband only continued to watch me.

His attitude made me feel like I was right to think that the door held something really secretive or maybe bad.

Alexander seemed to have finished his scrutinization because, in the next moment, he clicked his tongue and nodded his head.

“Dress up, and I’ll show you the room then.” He responded, and that was all I needed to hear because, in the next second, I was moving off the bed.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing though?” I asked, looking down at the casual clothes I currently had on.

“Put on some of your nice lingerie and cover up with one of those your satin robes then come meet me in the room,” Alexander instructed, and his voice sent a shiver down my spine, but it also confused me.

He moved to the bedside drawer and dug around for a key, and then He was wheeling himself out of the room before I could ask him another question. Why did I have to wear a lingerie to see the room?

I did as I was told, though, since I couldn’t exactly ask him any questions.

The moment I knotted the robe on my frame, I slipped my foot into my slippers and moved quickly in the direction of the intriguing door.

My breath seized in my throat, and it felt like all the air rushed out of my lungs the moment I pulled open the door and discovered what was in it.

There was a wooden cross in the form of an X leaning against the wall at the end of the room, and it had chains at every end of it, and then different tools hung up on the wall around and in the center of the surprisingly huge space, was a bed covered in a blank satin sheet. There were no windows in the room.

“Welcome to my playroom Edwina,” Alexander called from his position by the bed.

I looked everywhere at once, trying to take in everything. I wasn’t stupid, I knew what a playroom was and what was done in it, but I didn’t think that Alexander would be into that sort of thing.

“I don’t understand. A-are you a do-dominant?” I stuttered out the question.

Alexander was already shaking his head no before the words could completely leave my mouth.

“No, I’m not. Well, not exactly. While I was married to Sonia, she was really into the whole submissive s*x, and then I decided to install this playroom so I could indulge her.” He explained, and I swallowed, nodding my head. My eyes widened as I realized there was a lot I didn’t know about my sister. But I was also curious to know what all of these items were and how they were being used.

Some of the items in the room looked scary, while the others looked like things I would enjoy, and I could already feel my body heating up at the thought of actually playing with certain things.

“That is a St. Andrew’s cross. It works with the submissive being fastened on it with the chains but legs and hands. It allows the dominant to have easier access to the submissive’s body.” Alexander explained when he noticed the way my eyes lingered on the cross.

And after that, he went on to explain the different items in the room. By the time we were standing by the bed again after several minutes of going through the different items, my body was tingling in arousal, and I could feel my core leak.

“The scent of your arousal is musky Edwina. Would you like to try out something? It could be something really light since it’s your first time.” He offered, and I didn’t have to think about it before I was nodding my head.

“Yes, I would.” I said softly. I was too curious not to want to.

“Alright. Strip completely and hold on to the bed with your butt facing this way.” Alexander instructed, and I moved to do as told.

While I waited patiently in my spot, I could hear the sound of Alexander’s wheels moving around the room, and then there was the opening and closing of drawers before the Alpha was returning behind me.

He remained behind me for a minute without doing anything, and I was almost tempted to turn around to look at him, but before I could even complete that thought, something was smacking my butt. Hard!

I yelped at the contact and jumped, losing my grip on the bed and almost falling in the process, but I was able to catch myself.

And it was then that I realized that after the initial sting and shock that had come from the spanking, a certain pleasure began forming in the spot that the staff had hit, and then it began to spread like wildfire throughout my body.

“Don’t let go of that bed Edwina,” Alexander instructed, and I nodded my head rapidly, holding on to the wooden frame of the bed and jutting my a*s out, waiting for more.

And it came soon in the form of another hard spank, and another, then another, and soon I was screaming out in pleasure. I couldn’t be sure of what exactly he was using to hit my a*s, but it felt like a wooden ruler, only bigger.

Just as I felt my o****m building higher and higher in my abdomen, Alexander dropped the tool onto the floor, and I had just been about to whine in protest when I heard the zip of his pants being undone.

In the next second, he was slamming his hard c**k into my entrance, and I didn’t need any prompt before I was bouncing up and down the length of his shaft.

There was nothing gentle about the s*x. It was hard, fast, and almost brutal, and as my a*s slapped against his skin, the burn of the recent spanking he had given me turned me on even more.

Since when did I become such a little masochist?

I leaked p***y juice all over Alexander’s d**k as I continued to ride him, and the wet, squishy sound that echoed through the room made the act even dirtier. We were full-on f*****g!

And it felt terribly good too.

When Alexander gave a powerful thrust and buried himself to the hilt in my p***y, I knew that I didn’t stand a chance.

My o****m hit hard, and I spilled my cum all over his d**k, tightening my p***y walls around his c**k and enjoying as he g*****d loudly as his o****m also hit him.

I held onto the sheets of the bed tightly, panting as if I had just run miles, but there was a lazy smile painting my lips.

I knew that I was definitely coming back to this room soon again. It was about to become my favorite room since I knew that I wanted to try every item that the room held. No wonder Sonia was into this weird shit. There are different kinds of self-inflicted pain, and this was one sweet one.

I had never m****d as hard as I did today, and I never knew I would like having s*x in such a manner. Maybe there is a lot about my sexuality I was yet to explore.