by Sam Crescent
“How do you seem to know everything that I love?” she asked.
“I guess I just have a good hunch.” He took a bean from her plate, biting into it.
Biting into the medium-rare steak, she moaned. It was sheer heaven.
Maybe Freya was right, she was falling for her boss. Would it be such a bad thing?
Chapter Nine
“Name one dream you would love?” Alfie asked, finding spin the bottle with truth or dare was something quite erotic.
“I would love to be an author. Write romance novels with a dirty edge to them.” She sipped at her wine, smiling. “I bet you didn’t know that. I wrote a dirty novel in college.”
“You did?”
“Yep. I think it was kind of like everything I wanted rolled into one package.”
Alfie watched as Sophia teased the bottle, spinning it.
“Are you going to tell me what it was about?”
“Sure. So there was this girl, and she fell for a man who was a lot older than her. He was experienced, of course. They have to be in romance novels. Who wants to read about bad sex? Ugh. Anyway, there’s this man and this woman. She’s not really a girl, and the moment he sees her, he just knows that she is the love of his life, and this girl, she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know anything, what she wants to become. Who she wants to be with. Her life is just a rollercoaster ride, and all she can do is watch as it passes her by.”
Alfie saw that Sophia had used her own life, her own feelings, her own fears within this book.
“This guy, he’s smart, and he’s funny. He pays her compliments, and does the normal stuff. Flowers, chocolates, and even gives her a job.”
Okay, he needed to be careful here or he was going to get busted as already reading this book. It had been a cute book, dirty, raw, edgy—he same book he had used to find out if she had any talent.
“One day one thing leads to another, and they have hot, dirty sex across his desk. He doesn’t know she’s a virgin as she kept that little piece of information to herself. The moment he shoves his cock inside her, he knows. No one has ever been as tight as her, or as fucking horny.”
Damn, he was getting hard just hearing her tell the tale of a story he had already read.
“That was how their relationship started. Every chance they got they would tear their clothes from their bodies, and ravish each other. He claimed every single part of her, and as they were having sex, spending time, something changed. They fell in love, and had that white picket fence.” She smiled at him. “So yeah, I wrote a very dirty, very explicit novel.”
“I have to say, Sophia, you’re a woman of many surprises.”
She laughed. “Your turn.”
He spun the bottle at the same time he was thinking. Once the bottle finished spinning, he looked toward Sophia. “What do you think?”
“I think you should do a dare,” she said.
“Is that right?”
“Yep.”
“How about we step this up a little?” An idea was forming in his mind.
“I recognize that look. You have something wicked planned.”
“You’ve got that right.” He crooked his finger at her, and she shuffled over to him. “I want you to play out a scene from one of your books. Use me for it.” Sinking his fingers into her hair, he took possession of her lips, holding her against him. “Will you do that for me?”
She whimpered and he knew without a doubt that he had her.”
“Yes, I will do it for you.”
This woman didn’t have a fucking clue exactly how damned possessed he was when it came to her. He wanted her so badly. She pulled away, and removed her robe, showing off her body. Her tits were red and swollen from his lips. Her hips already held the bruises from his fucking. She stood, and took his hand, moving so that her back was to him.
Without any encouragement from him, she placed his hand between her thighs. “I need you to take me, Alfie. I need you to fuck me hard, bending me over something, and taking me.”
He didn’t need telling twice. Going to the sofa in front of the television, he pressed her forward. She was completely at his mercy as he took her hands, and rested them against the base of her back. He had read the scene, and knew exactly how dominant she had written the man. Pulling the belt from his own robe, he secured it around her wrists.
She whimpered, and he slid a hand between her thighs, feeling exactly how much she loved what he was doing.
“I love this side of you, Sophia. My precious little virgin has a dirty side, and I will do everything you want. All you have to do is ask.”
“I want you to fuck me, Alfie. I want you to fuck me so hard.”
“Your wish is my command.”
His robe joined hers on the floor. Grabbing his cock in one hand, he found her entrance, and slid deep inside her core. They both moaned. She was going to be so sore when they got to work on Monday. Every time she took a step she would think of him and no one else.
“Such a nice, tight pussy. All mine.” He pulled out of her only to slam back inside. Tugging on her bound hands, he cupped her face, making her taste her cream. “You have the nicest pussy I have ever tasted. I could spend all day licking you, making you come, and then drinking you up.”
He pulled out of her so that only the tip remained, and then slammed in deep, moaning as her cunt tightened around him. She cried out once again, and he knew there was nothing that he wouldn’t do for her. He wanted to give her the world, and watch as she loved every second of it.
She licked his fingers cleaned every time he placed them in her mouth. Pulling her up so that her back was pressed against his front, he shoved her back down so that she was bent over the sofa as he fucked her hard, giving her everything she had written about, making her as addicted to him as he was to her.
****
Sophia’s pussy was on fire, and she loved every second of it. Alfie was like a completely different man. The gentleman was gone, and in his place was a man who was possessed. His cock was so hard as it rocked inside her, reminding her with every thrust that until a few hours ago, she had been a virgin, and now he was fucking her as if they had been doing it for years.
He held her hips, slapping her ass.
She should be afraid, and yet she was more aroused by everything he was doing. It was exactly like in the book she wrote. The man being possessive of his woman. Every word in that book had been her own secret desires, what she had yearned for. Every boy and man had been lacking. She didn’t want to give herself to just anyone, and Alfie Brown wasn’t just anyone. He belonged to her.
Her thoughts scared her, and she cut them off. There was no way she was going to analyze this right now with her hands bound behind her back.
Suddenly, Alfie slowed down, his hands running from the center of her back, down until he cupped her ass, and spread open the cheeks of her ass. “Did you have your hero fuck his woman’s ass?”
Yes, she had. It was a book, and in her books it was all game. She never held back like she did in real life. Everything was there typed up so that with a flick of a button it could be deleted. When she’d typed her story, she had been so wet, and craved this moment.
“With how wet you’ve gotten, I already know my answer.” He pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her front underneath her breasts. “But I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes, he fucked her ass.”
“Do you want to get your ass fucked?” he asked.
She whimpered. “I don’t know.”
“You do.”
Again, she whimpered. How did he know every single desire? How did he seem to know just about everything? He nibbled her neck, and let her go. His cock was still deep inside her, only he had stopped thrusting, his cock seeming to pulse like it had a life of its own.
Alfie spread her ass wide, and his fingers ran across her anus. The pleasure was instant, and she gasped.
“I’m not going to fuck this pretty ass right now, but one day soon, I’m going
to fuck you, baby. You’re going to love it.”
Every time he stroked his fingers across her puckered hole, she couldn’t believe the shot of pleasure that rushed through her. Closing her eyes, she relished each touch.
“That’s it, babe. I can feel your cum around my cock. You’re so wet for me, and I love it. So fucking sexy. You have no idea what you do to me.”
He was driving her crazy, making her completely drunk on him and him alone. She couldn’t imagine being with anyone else but him.
“Please, Alfie, I need to come.”
“You want me to make you come?” he asked.
“Yes. Please.” She tried to wriggle on his cock, and he held her hips as he slammed inside her, providing the pleasure for her. “Now stay still or I won’t give you what you want.”
She was completely at his mercy. There was no way for her to touch herself.
One of his hands teased her ass, and the other slipped between her thighs, stroking her clit. When he pressed a finger against her ass, he pinched her clit, and any pain seemed to disappear as his finger began to stretch her ass.
The burn was addictive as he filled her ass.
He teased her clit at the same time, making the pleasure and pain work together, heightening her arousal.
There was no way she could fight this pleasure. He filled every single one of her fantasies, and she came unable to say a word but scream. Her body shaking throughout her orgasm.
Alfie cupped her hips, slamming in deep, thrusting to the point of pain as he filled her with every single inch of his cock. He came, growling her name against his flesh. Within seconds of him coming, he was leading them back toward the shower, where he tended to her, washing away their lovemaking.
She loved how he treated her so tenderly.
Later that night as they lay in bed, she stared at him. “You don’t think any less of me?” she asked.
“Why would I think less of you?” They held hands, and she found it next to impossible not to touch him, or to have any kind of contact with him.
“What I wanted. You don’t think it was weird?”
“Not at all. You’re not weird.” He stroked her cheek. “I loved every second of being inside you, and you should never be ashamed of what you want. You’re not hurting anyone.”
“It’s the twenty-first century. I shouldn’t want a guy to claim me like that.”
“Why not? Who said? You don’t think there are women out there who want a man to fuck them, and show them that they can’t control themselves? I’m not talking about rape here either. I’m talking about two consenting adults that can lose themselves in each other. You have nothing to worry about with me, Sophia. I will lo-adore everything about you.”
Was he going to say love?
She didn’t know, and she was too exhausted to question him. Alfie had completely blown everything apart. She didn’t know what to think or do. He was a man she barely knew, and yet feelings had already started to develop, and that scared her.
Never had she been in love.
What if this was just some fun for him? Screwing the intern.
Shoving her doubts to one side, she decided she’d worry about that when she came to it. For now, she was going to just enjoy.
Chapter Ten
One week later
“Flowers?” Freya asked.
Alfie stared at his woman’s best friend, and smiled. He wanted Freya to like him as it would be easier to get Sophia to fall in love with him. “You don’t think Sophia will love flowers?”
“We both know she loves flowers.” Freya tilted her head, and frowned. “I recognize you.” She turned her head this way and that.
“Have you looked me up on the ‘net? I’m all over it.”
“Nope. That’s not it.” She tapped a finger to her lip, and frowned. “Now I know I saw you that day, but I didn’t really get a good look at you, and I needed to go to work.”
“Jared happens to be a friend.”
Her cheeks went pink, and she looked away. Maybe his friend was working her as well. He knew without a doubt that Jared found Freya to be one of the most beautiful women in the world. Alfie would debate it. Sophia was the most beautiful woman to him, and that was the point.
He didn’t care if every other man thought Sophia was ugly. To him, she was stunning, beautiful inside and out.
“I saw you around campus.” She folded her arms. “Sophia was supposed to have an appointment with Mr. Coleman, and he canceled but I didn’t get the message until Sophia told me herself.”
“It’s no mystery that I had spoken to Coleman.”
“Sophia has told me that the past week you seem to know everything. The color she likes, her dreams of becoming an author. Even down to the little details of what she had read in her books.”
Alfie stared at Freya. He hadn’t been aware that she had seen him coming out of Mr. Coleman’s office. He hadn’t given her friend much thought at all.
“Now the roses, and it was strange, but Jared actually said something strange to me the other day. He said to me that I should leave Alfie and Sophia to just enjoy what they have.”
“Why didn’t you listen?” he asked.
“I had never told him about you and about Sophia. He didn’t know.”
“You know that I know him.”
“Yeah, and I also know that I’m not a fucking asshole, Mr. Brown. Too many coincidences here as far as I’m concerned.” She folded her arms. “Do you mean my friend harm? And cut the bullshit. I don’t need you to bring her flowers. You set this up.”
“I think you’re exaggerating.”
“You know what, Alfie, I wish I was, but I bet this all started a year ago when the restaurant suddenly tripled her income. I was worried. Then this apartment, I did some digging, and this building, our apartment, which came fully-furnished was in your name. Then let’s see Mr. Coleman went above and beyond, so I’m guessing that is how you knew about Sophia. Cut the bullshit. Tell me what your game is, and then tell me what Jared’s game is. I’m not stupid. You and Jared have something going on. Your name is in his diary.”
He lowered the flowers, and glanced toward Sophia’s door. “You know it’s not very nice to snoop on someone. It’s an invasion of privacy.”
“Last time I checked so was stalking.”
“I’m not stalking.”
“Really? Mitch, the guy who is always around. You think I didn’t clock him? He goes everywhere that Sophia goes. At first I thought he was some kind of stalker. Then I happened to see him taking pictures, and I just happened to be walking past your building, and I saw him talking with you. All a bunch of coincidences. When I first saw him, I didn’t think much of it. He was just some random guy, but he was everywhere. I nearly went to the cops. He’s working for you, and again we’re back to stalker.”
“This is none of your business. You’re just an artist.”
“I care about Sophia. She’s my best friend, and I don’t want to see her hurt. I’m not as sweet and gullible as Sophia. I take care of her.”
He had underestimated Freya.
“I love her. I have loved her from the first moment I saw her, and it was during a business dinner. I do not wish her any harm. I want to give her the world, and yes, I have manipulated a few things to bring her close to me. I have done nothing illegal.”
She laughed.
“I’ve done nothing to cause her harm, and I never will.”
“You love her.”
“Yes.”
“Then you need to tell her the truth of everything, and you need to do it soon. Sophia wouldn’t like this. She thinks you’re the man of her dreams.”
“I am.”
“Because you have insider information. I believe that you love her. Then let her fall in love with the real you, not this persona. She finds out the truth any other way, and these things happen, she will be heartbroken.”
“You’re not going to tell her?” he asked.
“I don’t want to hu
rt her. I really don’t know how she is going to handle this, but this is all on you. Not on me.” She took the flowers from him. “They are beautiful.”
He watched as she walked toward the kitchen, and grabbed a vase.
“You already know they’re her favorite.”
“Yes, I do.”
Freya chuckled. “Even though I don’t agree with how this turned out, I think you’re good for Sophia. She’s taking more chances, and she’s the happiest I’ve seen her. My mother and her never ending line of stepfathers gave Sophia a disjointed view on love.”
“Thank you. For not telling her.”
She shrugged. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
“Does Jared … have feelings for me?”
“He helped me to organize it so that you were both here. He was also the one to give the idea of you working for him to your father. Give him the benefit of the doubt.”
She nodded, and he saw that his words had helped her.
“Thank you.”
****
“You got along with Freya,” Sophia said. “That’s good. She’s not easy to get along with.”
“I must have that special thing that makes me awesome.”
She laughed, and he squeezed her hand. Ever since they had gotten back to reality, they had been sneaking their time away. Alfie ran a billion-dollar company so she couldn’t always get him to herself, which sucked, but their precious moments meant a lot to her.
“I love the flowers. Thank you.” She leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “So, where are we going this evening?” He had told her that waiting at her apartment was a dress and shoes that he wanted her to wear tonight at dinner.
Her nerves were getting the better of her, and of course she was hungry, starving.
“A little Italian place, which I think you would like.”
“I do love pasta, and steak, and pretty much all food.”
“You don’t have to be nervous.” He helped her into his car. “We’ve got all the time in the world. I love spending time with you.” Alfie didn’t give her time to secure her own seatbelt, and instead strapped her in. She found his little acts of possession really inspiring. Throughout the week she had noticed that he did a lot of staring, especially at her. The looks he sent her way made her instantly think of his hands on her body, the way he took control. Alfie had told her that this next week, he wanted her to work on a new story. It had been strange, but he wanted to see how the publishing company handled a new author, and he wanted her to try and do it.