Entranced (The Alpha Stranger) Book 3

by C. T. Sloan

  “Would you like to take it for a test drive?” the senior sales person asks me.

  “No. I’ll just take it right now,” I say.

  The sales staff could not be happier. Liam looks up at the Ferrari and says, “Remember this moment. You will be able to buy many more exotic things in the future. But it will never top your first time.”

  And that’s exactly what I do. I just stare at the car. It takes a moment for me to realize - this is my car. I earned it. We walk over to the senior sales person’s office. His place is filled with photos of himself with various celebrities. Liam and I sit on nice plush red leather chairs. I contact my bank and they arrange a wire transfer of $513,340 to Ferrari of Beverly Hills. Wow. I never thought I would ever have that much money in my bank account. Now, I am spending it on one transaction! As we handle the paperwork, I hear the deafening sound of a car engine. I nearly jump out of my chair. I turn around and see my Ferrari being slowly driven down off of the platform.

  As I sign the papers, my hand begins to shake. The senior sales manager takes the contract and asks if he could have a photo taken with me. “Sure,” I say as I think nothing of the gesture. As we finish posing for the photos, I turn around and see the wall of celebrities. And then it hits me, I am going to join that wall.

  “Unlike this other Italia cars, the Ghost edition features a special key made of platinum and white gold,” the senior sales manager says as he is handed a white case. We walk out of the office and head to the front of the store. The front doors are opened for us where my white on white Ferrari is waiting for me. The senior sales person opens up the case and there before my eyes is the key to my white stallion. I am handed this key made of gold and platinum. A key that is probably worth more than my entire old Honda. I shake the senior sales person’s hands. Then I hug Liam.

  “Driving around L.A. is going to seem a lot more fun in this kind of car,” my lover whispers into my ear. I hop into the car and place the key in the ignition. I press the “Start Engine” button. The white beast rumbles with enough horsepower to rattle my entire body. There is just a goofy, giddy look on my face. I look around the car, which is decked out in handcrafted white leather. “It looks like I’m going to have a hard time catching up with you in my Ferrari,” Liam says. My lover gets into his black Ferrari. We both turn onto Wilshire and begin to drive around Beverly Hills.

  I start on the gas slightly causing the beast to rocket forward. Wow. I’m going to have to watch my foot with this machine. I pull up next to Liam as we cruise up to Rodeo Drive. As I cruise around in this open top exotic vehicle, I notice that every eye on the street is watching me. I’ve never had this experience before. And the strange thing is, I don’t know if they are staring at the Ferrari or if they are staring at me. After a few more blocks of cruising, I see young guys taking out their cell phones to capture video of the Ferrari. Just about everyone else is looking at me as though I am someone famous. At a stoplight, one woman rolls down her window and asks me, “What movies where you in?”

  “Oh, I’m not an actress,” I say shyly.

  “But you are famous right?”

  “Um, well, sort of,” I mumble.

  “Are you on TV?”

  “I play the piano and I sing.”

  The woman pulls out her phone and takes a photo of me. The light turns green and we drive off. I continue to cruise down Rodeo Drive as more and more people stare at me. It may take me a few days to get used to this. But this sure beats answering phones for twelve bucks an hour! Liam and I pull over at the next light, he puts down his window and says, “How does it feel so far?”

  “Unlike anything I have ever experienced before!” I say as I grip the white leather wrapped wheel.

  “Wait until you cruise up PCH in your Ferrari!” he says.

  Oh, now I have butterflies in my stomach.

  Sadly, the fun time cruising up and down Rodeo Drive can’t last forever. Liam has to get back to the office. I follow him and for a while we do a little irresponsible speeding on the ten freeway.

  As much as I would love to just take off around town in my new exotic car, I felt it would be better to go back to the office with Liam. And, to be honest, I would much rather spend more time with him than with my lovely new car. We park our Ferraris next to each other which creates the most LA moment in history. Even Liam gets a little chuckle out of it. We go back up my lover’s personal express elevator. Liam returns to his office and continues with his day - taking phone calls and receiving market updates. I pick up a pad and a pen, ready to go to work myself. I think about my near death experience. I replay the moment I heard my lover’s voice, the moment I opened my eyes and saw him standing over me. By the end of the workday, I have the lyrics finished to my new song, “Almost a Ghost.”

  Liam and I go back down to our vehicles and we race off to the Pacific Coast Highway. As I speed down the ocean view highway in this all-white exotic machine, I sometimes wonder if I had actually died and am now living in heaven. My answer is a definite “no” when I am slapped back to reality in the form of bumper-to-bumper traffic near Point Dume. I eventually make it to Liam’s estate. I see my lover standing in front of the house with his necktie wrapped in his hands. I wonder what he has in store for me! I turn off the car. My lover walks up and blindfolds me as I get out of the car.

  “Walk,” Liam says as he guides me towards the house. My body begins to tingle in anticipation. I am lead into the house and forced to walk through several rooms. Liam tells me to, “Stop.” I obey his command.

  Liam positions me at a certain angle. I feel the heat of the sun upon my face. “I just thought I’d get you a little something to make you feel more at home,” Liam says as he begins to remove the blindfold from my face. I open my eyes and see a white baby grand piano bathed in the Malibu sunlight. I don’t say anything. I can’t possibly say anything. I just walk toward the piano like it is a piece of art. The keys shine as though they have been untouched by human hands.

  In silver letters, the word “Steinway.” It is elegant, modern and beautiful. The piano looks like it had been sculpted to fit right at home in my lover’s light and bright Malibu mansion. I slowly position myself in front of the white piano bench. I look at Liam, as if I were asking permission to sit down at the piano. My lover is more than anxious for me to interact with my new gift. I sit down and place my fingers over the keys. Now, I have played piano, in some form or another, all of my life. But I have never sat in front of such a beautiful instrument.

  I begin to play a couple of simple chords. The sound is perfect. It appears the piano was professionally tuned and polished after it was delivered to Liam’s place. It doesn’t take long for my fingers to take over and engage in a melody that fills the large room. I finish the melody. As the last chord ring out, Liam says, “While we were driving back to my office, I called Steinway and arranged to have your gift sent before we got back. It looks like they didn’t disappoint me.”

  I hop up from the piano bench and hug Liam. “This is the most thoughtful gift you could have possibly given to me. I can write and practice my music all day with a great view of the ocean,” I tell my lover.

  Liam kisses me on the neck. “The best part is, you look really sexy at that piano,” he tells me.

  I look at my lover with a big smile. “I know a way to make myself even sexier at the piano,” I tell my lover. I stand back and slowly begin to remove my shirt. It doesn’t take long for Liam to begin to get hot and bothered. He takes a seat on a white sofa and watches me as I undress.

  I remove my skirt. Then I reach up and take off my bra. I turn around and show off my ass. Then I bend over and remove that little white thong for my lover. When I turn around, I see that his face is as red as a turnip. He is gently touching the bulge developing in his pants. I walk over to the piano and sit down. Then I start to play the first song I ever wrote about him. When I begin to sing, Liam starts to remove his shirt and his pants. He gets completely naked before the song i
s half-over. My lover pleasures himself as I serenade him at the piano. Watching my lover’s cock get hard is enough to make me want to end this song quickly. My fingers want to play with something other than these piano keys!

  Liam gets up. He can’t wait for me to finish. My lover walks over to the piano and lifts me up. He places me flat on the piano bench and spreads my legs apart. Liam runs his fingers down between my legs and proceeds to gently rub me out while I play with his nice, thick dick. Liam’s fingers do not disappoint. The faster he rubs me out, the more I moan. The more I moan, the wider my mouth opens. Before I know it, my lover has forced that nice big dick down my throat.

  I suck off my lover at full speed. He ups the ante by rubbing me harder and faster. Just when I think Liam is ready to cum in my mouth, he pulls out and dives his head down between my legs. My lover starts to work my pussy with his amazing mouth. He is so fucking good that I begin to moan and scream. I pull on his hair and feel as though I am about to have my second near-death experience of the day.

  Liam turns me over and raises my ass up into the air. He gives me a nice wet rimjob that sends my head spinning. I yell out my lover’s name as he licks my ass like a true pervert. Just when things couldn’t get any better, Liam takes that nice big cock of his and slowly enters me from behind. As much as I love getting my ass eaten out, nothing beats having a nice big dick in my pussy. All the better, a nice big dick from a guy who knows how to use it. Liam grabs my little body, with his strong hands and starts to have his way with me right there on the piano bench.

  My lover spanks my ass and pinches my nipples as he fucks me. Then he reaches over and starts to bite my right ear. We fuck so hard that our bodies fall onto the ground. That doesn’t stop Liam. My lover continues to fuck me on the floor. I reach up and run my fingers across his strong chest as pulsating muscles work overtime to rail my young body.

  Liam brings his hands down around my neck and starts to close his grip around my throat. Oh this feels so good. I am getting used to getting choked out when my lover gets close to orgasm. I reach up and try to choke him back but he isn’t having any of that. My man wants to be in complete control. Well, that doesn’t stop me from finding a way to get aggressive with my man. I start to slap him across the face. He seems to like that so I slap him again and again. I bring my hand up to his face one more time. He opens his mouth and bites down on my hand. At this point, we are fucking like crazed animals.

  My body begins to shake as I am drawn closer and closer to orgasm. Liam pins my ankles behind my ears and goes deep. He looks into my eyes as I struggle to draw air into my body. Between being choked and fucked, I can barely keep my head straight. I grit my teeth and shake my head from side to side. My back arches. My eyes roll into the back of my head. I cum. Liam pushes his cock deep into me and finishes the job. We embrace. We kiss. We are too tired to do any much more than that.

  We lie on our sides and stare at the beautiful new piano bathed in the Southern California sunlight. Liam reaches around and cups my breasts as I admire the gift from my lover. “This house has been so sparse and quiet. It would be nice to fill it up with your music,” Liam says.

  I turn around and look back at him. “You know, in the end, I am only playing for you. Even when I am at the bar, whether you are there or not, I play only for you.”

  Liam looks at me for a moment. He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to. His stare communicates a level of affection I have never felt from another guy. After a nice, long moment of silence, Liam says, “I can’t wait to show you off on Friday.”

  ***

  The butterflies started on Thursday night. I have been practicing, recording and playing my songs for three days straight. While Liam goes to the office in Downtown LA, I go to my office - the white baby grand piano in the living room overlooking the Malibu Coast. My songs have never sounded so good on that piano. Right now the instrument is being transported to a makeshift stage out in the back lawn, overlooking the ocean. The party is going to start in four hours and right now, a small army is preparing for the thousand or so guests expected to arrive at around 8:00 p.m.

  Liam has warned me that there will be helicopters overhead. “I have heard that several news outlets are covering the party from the air. I don’t mind. However, if those damn copters interrupt your performance, I will fucking shoot them down myself,” my lover proclaims on the phone. Given Liam’s wealth and power I wonder if he is only half-joking.

  “They will have to run out of gas sometime. Those copters can’t be up there all night.”

  “Let’s hope so. I have to run a few errands but I should be at the house at 7:00 p.m. Have fun, honey.”

  “I will, sweetheart.” I hang up and do a little happy dance. No matter how nervous I get, Liam can deflate my fears with his cool and confident voice.

  I walk out into the back lawn and see the white baby grand set on an elevated platform. There are lights and an entire sound system being installed for tonight’s party. This looks like the set to a real concert. That is starting to make me a little nervous. I shouldn’t be nervous since I’ve already played to several hundred people. However, I know how much this means to my lover. I must give the most important performance of my life.

  Liam arrives exactly at 7:00. He looks a little nervous as well. For the first time, Liam seems a little unsure about himself. I give my man a kiss and assure him that, “I’m going to make you look good tonight.”

  “Oh, I know you are going to be great,” my lover says.

  Liam disappears up to the master bedroom. I take another walk around the back lawn and look at the entire catering staff preparing for tonight’s event. I count about fifty people, including four bartender stations. This is going to be one serious party.

  I go upstairs, take a shower and put on this cute little white dress that seems to scream, “cool Malibu party.” Liam opts for a dark suit with a tie. I almost suggest that he not wear a tie. However, I don’t think my man is used to being “casual.” The first guests begin to arrive a little before 8:00. Most of the early birds are employees from Liam’s firm. They appear nervous and excited to be invited into their boss’s house. They arch their heads upward and just admire the sheer size and scope of the home. In fact, the first one hundred or so guests do the same exact thing. They arrive, pay their respects to their boss and then gawk at the massive mansion and the ocean view. At 9:00, some of the first “rich people” begin to arrive at the party. They shake Liam’s hand in that very familiar, “old friend” sort of way. They are all very nice to me. Though I feel out of place. I get a sense that this is the first time that Liam has ever introduced a girl to one of his friends.

  By 9:30, the party is getting packed. Everyone is having fun as a DJ spins some records geared toward the younger crowd. I notice Liam walking around saying “hello” to as many people as possible. My lover finds his way to me and asks, “Are you ready to hit the stage?”

  “Oh yeah,” I tell him. I walk out to the back lawn and grab a quick martini.

  Liam makes his way to the stage and walks up to the microphone mounted on the baby grand piano. He taps the microphone and says, “Good evening, I hope everyone is having a good time tonight.” The crowd begins to quickly make their way out onto the lawn. Liam waits as the crowd fills up the back lawn to his estate. “I have always been a private person. And only an extraordinary event would make me open myself up. Well, that event is a special someone I met a few weeks ago. In that short time, we have really changed both of our lives. And I am glad to say that my favorite girl has discovered a talent that she has long hidden from the rest of the world. Well, that talent is hidden no longer. Please enjoy tonight’s entertainment from my special girl. Say hello to Carrie,” Liam says as I walk to the stage.

  The crowd begins to applaud. The sheer size of the applause scares me. A thousand people seem much larger when they are all staring at you. I walk up to the stage and give my man a nice long hug and kiss. A couple of people in the crowd g
asp, laugh and cheer. My guess is that this is the first time many of these guests have seen that sort of affect from Liam.

  For a moment, I just look out into the ocean of people in front of me. There is a sting of fear that runs right through my body. I nervously look for the piano bench and sit down. My heart beat begins to lower itself down as I get myself comfortable in front of the piano. I look back down at the audience and see my lover sitting right up front, staring at me with a huge smile. And with that smile, everything in my body achieves a zen-like calm.

  I begin to play. The sound is huge. This is my first time playing through a complete concert style amplification system. It is kind of jarring to hear my own compositions like this. I begin my first song. The crowd appears to be into it. As much as I would like to credit my own music, the crowd just seems to love the fact they are partying at a billionaire’s ocean view mansion in Malibu. The crowd’s reaction does not matter to me. What matters to me is that Liam is watching and listening to my every word. I want to seduce him the way he seduced me. By the time my first song is over, I am greeted with a wonderful wave of applause and adulation. I continue on to my next song. The pace picks up and some people begin to dance. That makes me feel so much better. The crowd is now concentrating on their own good time. Liam’s eyes, however, are still stuck on me.