All he could think about was touching her, tasting her, and holding her to him. He wanted to take away her sadness. He knew it was crazy to think a woman like her hadn’t experienced every carnal desire in every way possible. But right now he didn’t care. Right now all that mattered was that she experienced it with him.
Logically, he also knew that having a man’s mouth on her was nothing new for her. And yet, her startled reaction was so real that, when she had come over and over again into his mouth, he felt like he was the first man to give her pleasure in that way.
She could be the most dangerous woman and possibly the most experienced whore he had ever been with, including Lily. No woman, whore or not, had ever made him feel such uncontrollable desire and with so little effort. Even now, the way she was holding him to her, made him want give her things she had no right to expect from him. Pulling away from her, she seemed reluctant to have him leave. There was such innocence about her. If he didn’t know better, he would say she actually looked vulnerable lying beneath him with her eyes closed, the translucent skin of her cheeks flushed, and her long blonde curls splayed across the sheet.
His breath caught in his throat as it occurred to him that she looked like an angel, not the whore he had paid to spend the night with him. He wanted more from her, and that he knew without a doubt was not only ludicrous but a flaw in his own character. He could not, no, he would not allow his weakness for this whore to weaken his judgment that she was tearing to shreds with every breath she took.
* * * *
Alexis felt him slip away from her. She didn’t like not having him close to her. Opening her eyes, she watched him walk proud and naked toward the bathroom, but before he reached the door, he stopped almost in mid stride. His next words paralyzed her.
“You know,” he said over his shoulder, never making eye contact with her, “you’re the best fucking whore I’ve ever been with. I think you might even be better than Lily, and that’s saying a lot.” A steely quality entered into his voice as he continued, “Oh, and, baby, if you ever need a job reference, I’m your man.” With that, he slammed the door.
His words sliced through her heart, bringing pain so severe she doubled over as if he had punched her in the stomach.
“Why do you have to be so cruel?” she whispered to the closed door.
But what would she have him believe? A sob escaped her lips. Wiping away her tears, she strove for control. She didn’t want him to know he had made her cry. Besides, he would think it was all an act anyway. All she had to do was make it through this night, and she would never have to see him again. She hated that he made her weak and irrational. It was more than the way he made love, or fucked her, as he would say. Or maybe it wasn’t any more than that. She was confused, but mostly, she felt sad and heartbroken.
He walked out of the bathroom with his hair still wet from the shower and a small towel wrapped around his middle. He looked absolutely delicious. Without acknowledging her, he made a beeline for the end table where he finished what was left of his earlier drink in one gulp.
“Good bourbon.” His eyes found hers. “Would you like a drink?”
“Yes, please.” She could use a drink.
“Bourbon okay?”
“Sure.”
She sat up, bringing the sheet along with her to cover her breasts. She watched him pick up the telephone and place an order for breakfast before he made them each a drink. When he had completed his task, he walked over to her.
“Here,” he said, holding the glass in her direction.
Leaning to grab the drink from his hand, the sheet loosened. With a quick tug, he had pulled the silky material away from her breasts, exposing her nipples that, to her embarrassment, had hardened under his perusal.
“Nice tits.” His voice was cold, impersonal. All the warmth she had felt from him such a short time ago was gone. The man admiring her “tits” was now treating her like a common whore.
“Thanks,” Alexis said without emotion, feeling the bourbon burn down her throat.
His hand reached over and twisted first one and the other nipple. “I do like the nipple ring. It becomes a girl like you. It’s probably going to be good for business when you get the guy that wants to put weights on it to see how much pain you can take.”
What was he talking about? She just smiled weakly and drained her glass of bourbon.
He took her glass and, without asking, poured her another drink along with one for himself. “Here.” He handed her another full glass of the warm liquid. “Food should be here shortly. I figured you could use a bite to eat before I have you suck my cock dry.”
“Right,” she whispered before she turned away from him to get up from the bed and walk to the bathroom, totally naked. She had no choice. Plus, she didn’t want him to know how much he had hurt her. After all, she was playing a par as far as he was concerned. She could feel his eyes devouring her, and for a second, she felt empowered. It didn’t last long.
“I’m going to take a shower first,” she informed him before closing the door behind her, but not before she heard him say, “Yes, Lily has trained you well. I expect a clean cunt.”
Leaning against the closed door, she shook from anger and…hurt. She wanted to slap his face and scream profanities. It wasn’t the word itself. It was his tone of voice when he said it, like she meant absolutely nothing to him. He was treating her like he hated her now, when only a few minutes before, she had felt like he was making love to her.
She could see her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The woman looking back at her was the very picture of a whore, with her mussed hair and cum glistening slick between her thighs. Her lips were swollen, and she still had the look of having just had sex in her eyes. She wanted to scream. Just stop it. Don’t think. You’re better off if you don’t think. Just take your shower.
The water cascaded down her body, mingling with her tears. She couldn’t stop the sobs that shook her body. She was an emotional mess. One minute he had her up so high she thought she was touching heaven, and the next he crashed her down so hard she could feel herself splintering into a thousand pieces. With this man, there was no in between. Turning off the faucet, she tried to gather herself. She knew she was pathetic for still wanting him the way she did, knowing that he couldn’t care less about her. None of it made sense, and yet, here she was, ready to do whatever he wanted. So much for logic and common sense, she thought hopelessly. None of that seemed to matter when she was with him.
Chapter 16
Alex wrapped her body tightly in a white fluffy towel and let her hair hang down her back in wet blonde curls. She opened the bathroom door and walked out to face him with a smile on her face, trying to look carefree and careless for all the good it did her, since he didn’t even look up from his plate of food to acknowledge she had walked back in the room.
The aroma of bacon and eggs filled her nostrils immediately. She heard her stomach rumble and growl. She walked quickly to the table that had been set for two and sat down across from him without making eye contact or saying a word. She dug in with gusto into the overflowing plate of food in front of her. She refused to look his way. He had treated her horribly, and she was still smarting from his words. Only after he had put his fork down did he finally break the silence.
“I wasn’t sure you would be hungry, but I’m glad I ordered enough food for both of us, since you were obviously famished and I need you to keep up your strength.” His voice was light, pleasant, and actually quite civilized.
“I didn’t realize it either until I smelled the bacon,” she responded in kind, looking over at him for the first time, taking hope that his mood had shifted back to when she had arrived. She should have known better.
“Undo your towel.”
“What?”
“Remove your towel, Alexis.” The coldness in his voice froze her heart. However, his next sentence enraged her. “I’m not used to asking a whore like you to do anything more than once.”
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br /> “I’m still eating, and what are you going to do if I don’t?” she taunted him, anger in every syllable. “Spank me?” she asked, sarcasm dripping from every word. “Or maybe you’ll just tell Lily that I was a bad girl.” Alexis felt the anger continue to bubble inside her without thought to the consequences. “And then you can watch while she handles what you obviously can’t.”
He catapulted from his chair, a guttural growl escaping from between his clenched teeth, pushing the table and its contents out of his way, utensils, plates, and food flying in every direction. With nothing between them except her towel, he tore it from her body, while at the same time pulling her from the chair. She tried to catch herself from falling but ended up on her knees before him, naked and trembling. He stood looking down at her, his chest heaving in anger, his eyes fierce with a rage that was quickly turning to something else entirely.
“Please,” she whispered, a trickle of fear replacing the anger she had felt moments before.
“Please, did you say?” he breathed, kicking her towel out of his way.
He lifted her by her hard nipples, stretching them. She groaned, rising to her feet quickly to minimize the pain, but to her surprise and chagrin, she felt pleasure, too. Gasping, she cried, “No!”
“You’re mine for now, whore,” his whisper was more of a caress as he continued, “bought and paid for in advance. However,” his voice became hard again, “they never speak to the man paying for them the way you just spoke to me without consequences.”
Letting go of her nipples, he grabbed a chair that had fallen and sat it upright. He sat down and brought her over his lap, her legs dangling, her round firm ass facing him. A resounding slap on her tender cheeks brought a scream of outrage from her lips. “Let me go!”
He held her firmly while his hand delivered another slap across her cheeks, this time even harder. She could feel the heat spread across her cheeks. There was also warmth spreading between her legs that now caused her to squirm against the unyielding hardness of his muscled legs.
“Let you go?” He laughed. “You’re not going anywhere. I’m not done with you yet. You leave when I say you leave.”
Tears filled her eyes. She turned to try and see his face. “I’m not a child. I’m a woman.”
“No,” he agreed, “you’re not a child. You’re a woman whose job it is to please me. So, get on your knees and start doing what you do best.”
She lifted herself from his lap and immediately fell to her knees in front of him, her naked body shivering in anticipation of his next punishment.
He used his foot to spread her legs open, his toe roughly parting her outer labia. “I want your best work tonight, my sweet cunt. Now suck me the way Lily taught you to suck a man’s cock.”
Without waiting for her to even open her mouth, he pushed his cock between her lips and deep into her throat. She didn’t care that he was practically gagging her with the force of his hardness that relentlessly forced itself deeper into her throat. One hand grabbed her hair to twist the strands around his fingers while he brought her head back to open her throat wider. Her eyes widened as his cock pummeled her mouth and her throat until she didn’t think she could bear much more.
He partially pulled out of her mouth, giving her an opportunity to take a breath. “Don’t stop, my sweet little slut, I’m close to coming!”
She greedily sucked him back into her wet warmth while using her hands to jerk his swelling shaft with firm strokes that became faster and faster until she felt the first splash of him against the back of her throat. It felt good. She sucked and licked his cum as it pulsated outward from the tip of his cock. This was the food she had hungered for. She couldn’t get enough of him. He held onto her shoulders for support until he dropped to his knees in front her, shaking, leaning against her.
She wanted to take him into her arms, but she wasn’t sure that was what he would want her to do. She knew it was wrong for her to need him like this. But she did. She should want nothing more than to never see him again. And yet, she wanted him more now than ever. So, she continued to kneel, waiting for him to tell her what he wanted her to do next.
When he began to breathe more normally, he stood up and walked away from her toward the bed.
Alexis pulled herself up and went into the bathroom to wash her face and hands. She touched where he had spanked her, feeling the heat of his anger. She knew she had incited that anger with her words. The question was why hadn’t she stopped instead of pushing of him to lose control? Was it possible that she had wanted him to use her like this? Ever since that first night at Lily’s, when she had watched those men and women pleasure each other with a type of erotic lovemaking that until then had been foreign to her, had she subconsciously wanted to experience it for herself? Lily’s Place had awakened a need inside of her she had not known existed and this man filled that need. She was not only exhausted physically but mentally. She was drained from trying to figure out what was happening to her and why she was reacting to this man in ways she would have never thought possible. There were two toothbrushes. She grabbed one. She wasn’t sure how he would feel about tasting his own cum from her mouth.
Naked and now exhausted, she climbed into the bed beside him and laid her head down on the pillow next to where he appeared to be sleeping. She felt her eyes close, knowing she should try to stay awake in case he reached for her, but she was so tired.
She was almost asleep when she felt his arms reach for her, drawing her closer to him, his lips kissing the top of her head. Gently she felt herself being rolled over onto her stomach. She kept her eyes closed, not knowing what to expect. His lips brushed lightly against the cheeks of her buttocks that were still sore from the spanking he had given her. She then felt his weight leave the bed. When he returned, she sighed, content that he had returned to her.
“Oh, my beautiful Alexis,” she heard him whisper, “what am I to do with you?”
Her body jumped slightly as he began to massage her buttocks with a cool, soothing cream. Minutes passed while she enjoyed his fingers that tenderly caressed her. When he stopped, she sighed inwardly. He then pulled her toward him, into his body. She nestled against him. She thought he might take her again, but instead he simply hugged her close to him, as if to comfort her. She felt so at home in his arms. She knew it was her exhausted state of mind playing tricks on her, but for just one moment before she lost consciousness completely, she felt loved.
* * * *
Lily sat in her office observing the monitor in room number five. Jackson would be livid if he knew. She had told him early on in their relationship that she would never spy on him, that she trusted him completely. However, this was different because he was different with this girl. Jackson took his pleasure from giving pain when the experience also brought pleasure. However, he had totally lost control with Alexis, and that wasn’t like Jackson. He never lost control. She had known from the way his eyes clung to the girl that she had somehow gotten through to a part of him she herself had tried desperately to find without success. When she had watched his fingers ever so gently rub the reddened cheeks of the girl’s ass, she knew without question that he was lost to her.
She was not a vindictive woman, however, she was a very poor loser, and she would be damned if she was going to just hand over the only man she had wanted in a very long time to Alexis on a silver platter. She had obviously underestimated the girl, a mistake she wouldn’t make again.
Chapter 17
“Wake up, Alexis.” Lily’s voice penetrated the fog she was engulfed in. Opening her eyes, she saw Lily’s angry face only inches above her own.
“I said, wake up!”
“Lily?”
“Damn right, it’s Lily, you ungrateful bitch.” Lily’s face was livid with rage.
Awake, Alexis scooted up onto the pillow. “Lily, I’m sorry. It just happened. I can’t explain it.” She sighed with a sob still caught in her throat. “I wish I could, so I would know how to keep it from happe
ning again.”
“Happening again!” she shouted. “You really didn’t think he would want to see you again, did you? I mean, come on, even you can’t be that stupid. And, not only does he not want to see you again, he’s done with me, too, thanks to you. He was one of my best clients.” Lilly walked away and took a pack of cigarettes from her jeans pocket and lit one.
“He doesn’t want to see me again? He said that?” She felt her breath leave her. Had she only imagined the gentleness in his touch before she had slept?
“That’s what he said. Let me see if I can remember his exact words.” Lily looked up into the air, her eyes literally twitching in anger. “He said,” she paused, “‘I’m done, Lily, done with Alexis and this place. If she’s taught me one thing, it’s that this isn’t working. None of it. You’re a Band-Aid for people like me, and even though I’m still bleeding, I need to heal myself and not rely on whores to lick my wounds and give me a quick fix that only serves to fuel an addiction I plan to end.’” She turned quickly back to where Alexis was still lying on the bed. “Yes, I think that pretty much sums up his last words to me before he walked out the door without so much as a kiss good-bye.”
Alexis closed her eyes and pictured his handsome face from last night when she had first entered the room looking at her with desire. She had felt his anger, but it was his gentle kisses and tender caresses that had led her to believe there was more than just lust between them. How could she have been so stupid to think she was anything more to him than a toy to be discarded when he was through playing with her? Lily’s voice broke through her thoughts.
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