The Alpha in the Basement Ch. 02

### this is a slow burn psychological story, so don't expect fireworks in the first few chapters. If that isn't your thing, this story probably isnt for you. Otherwise, read on, I hope you enjoy it, all feedback is appreciated. ###

The light filtered into his bedroom at 6 a. m., just like always. He rolled over, ready to drift back to sleep.

But this morning, he didn't.

Instead, he became aware of a soft, rhythmic sound--the gentle slap of water, the hum of artificial waves brushing against the edge of the pool.

He rubbed his eyes and pushed himself up on his elbows. A wide yawn escaped as he scratched his chin, rough with stubble.

He got up, crossed to the window, and pulled the vertical blinds aside.

Outside, she was in the pool, swimming slow, steady laps. Her head stayed above the water. She wore a black one-piece swimsuit, sleek against the curve of her body.

He watched. Probably for longer than he should have.

But she didn't seem to notice.

After a while she pulled herself from the pool, and Ray got a great view of her tight, toned ass and long, shapely legs.

'I look forward to those wrapped around me, Miss Byrne' he thought idly.

Mia turned and took her hair out of the clip that had been holding it up -- it was like something from a movie. Ray couldn't stop watching.

Then she glanced up at the window and smirked.

Ray stepped back suddenly. Had she seen him?

Ray drew the blinds closed and padded off towards the ensuite. If he was awake he might as well look his best.

He set the shower running and then stripped, considering himself in the full length mirror as he did.

Nice firm abs.

Bouncy pecs.

Warm, sun kissed skin.

What 22 year old therapist wouldn't want to be ridden by this stallion? He thought. 'I give her 6 weeks before she is sleeping in here rather than the poolhouse'

A few minutes into his shower he couldn't help but grab the washcloth and use it to masturbate with.

He thought about ramming his cock into her pert little butt. Grabbing that long golden blonde hair if hers, hearing her moan as he spirited hot Italian cum inside her. Man. She'd get it. She'd get it good.

One last check in the mirror and he went down stairs, opening the big double doors out onto the patio.

"Good Morning!" He shouted across the pool to Mia, who was now lounging on the other side of the pool, wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat, oversized sunglasses and a long, light cardigan over her bathing suit. 'She looks good' he thought to himself.

"Good Morning Mr Locatelli" she replied, looking up from her book. "I hope I didn't wake you"

Did she know he'd been watching? She said I hope, which suggested to Ray she didn't know for certain, but the fact she was asking at all meant... Ray smiled.

"No, not at all, I always get up at 6. Particularly this time of year. What is that you are reading?" He asked, as he turned on the gas and sprayed oil onfo the grill.

Ray spent the next hour grilling more steaks than he could ever reasonably eat himself, but he felt as though he was in his masculine element. He pulled a beer from the mini-fridge next to the grill and turned the patio sound system on. He kept glancing over to Mia to see if she was watching.

He didn't catch her staring, but he knew she was watching.

At about 10.30 he disappeared inside to make Mimosas, 'Brunch o'clock' he thought to himself.

As he stepped back onto the patio, he saw that Mia had left the sun lounger. His heart dropped a little.

Then the sliding doors of the pool house opened and she stepped back out again, in a loose white blouse and tight grey pencil skirt, divided by a thick red patent leather belt. He couldn't help but watch her walk as she clicked across pool side in her designer heels.

"You look very business like" Ray said, as nonchalantly as he could manage with a cocktail in each hand.

"Thank you. New client in 20 minutes" She sat at the patio table on her side of the pool, her back turned to him.

"Er, I have a mimosa for you?" He said, plaintiffly.

"No thanks, need to stay sharp" she answered without turning her head.

Ray set the two cocktails down dejectedly and flopped down onto one of the armchairs his side of the patio.

Then he had an idea.

He pulled off his shirt, and sat forward in the chair, just far enough so he could reach the 16lb dumb bells that he kept next to the grill. 'If I do a few reps, she's bound to look over at some point. She'll like what she sees.'

He began doing tricep lifts, liffting the dumbbells with theatrical effort, exhaling loudly through his nose, like a man auditioning for a fitness infomercial. Between sets, he'd subtly glance across the pool, hoping to catch Mia's eyes drifting toward him.

She never turned her head. Not even once.

Instead, she opened her laptop and slipped on a pair of glasses. They made her look severe.

At exactly 11:00 a. m., a sleek gray car rolled silently into the driveway. Ray sat up, dumbbells resting on his thighs.

He watched as Mia rose gracefully from her seat and strode out to the Poolhouse driveway to meet the client as he stepped out of the car.

From where he sat, Ray had a clear view of the client. He was a tall man, probably early 40s, dressed in a suit that looked expensive. His face looked... Nervous? And when he greeted Mia, he did so not by shaking her hand, but by burning it up to his lips and kissing it.

Ray cold swear he had bowed a little too.

Ray shook his head, 'Obviously a beta cuck' he thought to himself, 'real women like real men. He's no threat.'

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Mia sat at the counter in the Poolhouse, the open doors out to the pool providing a nice gentle breeze as she finished off writing up the notes from Mr Kellner's session. Classic client: tech sector over-achiever with mommy issues. He wanted verbal humiliation and physical correction. She finished the report and filed it away before pulling out Ray's file from the shelf.

Day 2

Subject: Ray Locatelli

Observations: Subject continues to display exaggerated masculine behaviors--excessive grilling, shirtless exercise, overt displays of strength and confidence. Responded poorly to perceived rejection; attempted to reassert dominance through physical performance. Desire remains overt, though easily manipulated.

She clicked her pen once, twice, then wrote the final line.

Conclusion:

Subject remains unaware.

Recommend maintaining current approach.

Phase Two begins tomorrow.