I looked out the window with eyes that seemed to defy my want to use them. I struggled to keep them opened against a force that wanted to slam them shut with every motion of his tongue. His movements between my legs were forceful, and I wondered to myself if this was too rough. Too aggressive. Yet it felt so good.
A finger pushed into my asshole and slid deep. I almost cried out in defiance, but his lips wrapped around my clit and the sensation of him working my ass and my clit simultaneously enveloped me in a breathless scream of pleasure. It was too much, and I came, breathing heavily and biting my lip stifle the energy. Stars exploded behind my eyes. Any thoughts of being in the back of a limousine or visible to the world drifted away. My orgasm rocketed through my stomach and wrapped itself around my entire body.
I moaned, unable to hold it back.
He was in complete control of me. His tongue worked on me throughout the waves of me coming. I shook uncontrollably. My hips pushed against his hand and I felt another finger slide into my ass. I would not have thought myself a girl who liked such things, but it felt so good.
The orgasm washed through me and was gone, leaving me covered in a slight glisten of sweat. Alexander’s fingers slid out of me slowly and his tongue stopped. He knelt before me, his cock throbbing and ready. I opened my eyes and looked at it, unable to speak. I almost voiced defiance in having him fuck me, I was so sensitive now. But more than that, I wanted him inside me. I needed him inside me.
His eyes looked into mine as his cock thundered into me. He pushed hard against me and fucked me with the force that his muscles allowed. His hand wrapped around my throat and gently squeezed with every thrust. I moaned with every ram of his powerful cock. I felt the seat fall away as his arms lifted me into the air. He was so strong, holding me in the air and moving me against his cock. The slapping sounds of our bodies meeting filled the limousine.
He stood up, still inside me. I wrapped my legs around him and his hands grabbed my ass and squeezed. Every muscle in my body tightened as he pushed in and out of me. I was so wet. I kissed him forcefully and his tongue wrapped around mine. A hand grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back. Now he was holding me up with one arm while he fucked me.
“You will drink me.”
I cried out in agreement. The words sparked something in me and I could feel another orgasm rising up in me. It was impossible that I was going to come again. His cock slid out of me as he held me up high, and when he penetrated me again an orgasm exploded out of me and I cried out loudly, unable to contain myself.
I could say nothing as I finished coming. Everything in me was gone. I was filled with pure pleasure.
He slid out of me and pushed me down on my knees. I opened my mouth and grabbed his throbbing cock as he shot his hot fluid into my mouth. I moaned as I wrapped my lips around his head and worked my hand furiously up and down the shaft, feeling every convulsion of his orgasm move through his shaft. His cum was hot and sweet, moving in my mouth and down my throat. I greedily pulled on his dick for more and his breathing was loud, but he made no sound otherwise. Not until he pushed me off did I stop. I wanted him to come for days for me. I wanted to drink the life out of him.
Alexander raised my head up to him as his once hard cock began to grow soft. I still had his cum in my mouth as our eyes met and I swallowed, savoring the feel of it going down my throat. He caressed the side of my face and lifted me up into his arms and rested me in one of the seats.
I sat there, exhausted. Sweat glistened on every inch of my skin, and when I studied him, he was sweaty as well. He sat next to me and began to caress my shoulder gently.
“Where are we going?” I asked breathlessly.
“We’re going to my apartment.” He motioned to the pile of torn clothes on the floor. “Don’t worry about clothes. I’ll have more sent over. We have work to do.”
I breathed laboriously, exhausted. “I might need a little rest before more sex, Alexander.”
A smile visibly spread over his face. He looked calmed, relieved. He told me not to worry and let out a little laugh. I laughed with him and let my head fall back against the seat and closed my eyes.
Chapter Six
The limousine stopped. We had arrived at Alexander’s apartment. When I turned my head to look at him, Alexander was sitting cross-legged, dressed and looking calm. My clothes lay in a tattered pile in the middle of the limousine’s spacious sitting area. Alexander opened the back door and stood up. He turned to me and held out a hand. I took it and he led me out into an enclosed garage.
I looked around and saw that the space was enough to house at least four cars. There were two expensive sports cars, Ferraris maybe, both black, parked. Next to the cars were several motorcycles of different makes. Street bikes, sports bikes, all black. It was a private garage, enclosed against what I assumed was an underground garage under his building. How much does something like this cost? I thought.
A single elevator door opened and I turned to see him standing inside, smiling. I had been so overtaken with the garage and all the toys inside that I hadn’t even noticed that Alexander had called the elevator down. I walked in and he swiped a keycard against a reader. The elevator began to climb noiseless and I noticed that there were no buttons on the elevator. A private elevator too? We stood in silence for a few minutes as the elevator climbed what I assumed to be dozens of floors to reach his penthouse condo.
The elevator doors opened. I was taken aback by his apartment immediately. Against my naked feet, I could feel fine lacquered wood, dark cherry colored and perfectly maintained. The ceilings were incredibly high; a large chandelier hung from the center and sparkled in the evening sun. A staircase stood off to the side, leading up to another level in the apartment that overlooked the entire bottom level. I stood motionless, staring at the condo.
“Welcome,” he said.
“Thank you,” I said, filled with wonder. “This isn’t exactly an apartment, you know?”
“Oh?” His voice had a hint of intrigue in it.
“No, this is a palace.”
He smiled. He walked into the condo and turned to gesture me in. I followed him as he climbed the stairs slowly. I marveled at the stairs themselves. They were a spiral staircase made out of what I could only assume was the finest, and most expensive, wood that I have ever seen. When we reached the top, we were in his bedroom.
“There’s a bathroom with a nice shower. You can use the towel and bathrobe hanging on the rack.”
I paused to reflect that he said “a bathroom” and not “the bathroom”. How many did he have in this place?
“A set of clothes will be laid out for you by the time you get out of the shower.” He caressed my cheek softly with his hand. “Take your time, Samantha.”
“Thank you.”
The bathroom was the size of my entire apartment. Fine granite was everywhere. The tiles were warm to the touch of my feet, and I realized that they must be heated. Expensive art from a bygone era lined the walls. A bonsai tree sat next to a very large window that overlooked the entire city. The tree was perfectly maintained. I pictured Alexander standing naked before the window, in front of the entire city without anyone realizing it, trimming and watering his bonsai tree. I ran a hand very gently over the tree.
The shower was the size of a sauna room. Four shower heads pointed down into a center point. I stood in that point, looking at the walls and trying to figure out how to even turn on the shower. There were only benches lining the walls that you could sit on if you so chose. All I wanted was the shower to wash off the sweat and anxiety of the day.
“How do I start this shower?” I said aloud, beginning to feel very confused.
A mechanical voice spoke out of nowhere. “Starting shower. Desired temperature?”
He has a voice-operated shower! I suppose the CEO of a billion dollar engineering company would.
“One hundred degrees, please,” I replied feeling a little silly talking to a computer.
A few seconds passed and then perfectly warm water flowed out of the four shower heads. I let the water flow over me for a few minutes, letting the soothing flow of cleansing water purify me. I looked around and saw in the corner that an assortment of toiletries sat on one of the benches, obviously for me. Alexander had known from the beginning of the day that I would be at his apartment, taking a shower. I sorted through the assortment of shampoos, body-washes, conditioners that I could never have afforded on my own.
I lost track of time in the heavenly shower that Alexander enjoyed every morning before coming to work. I told the shower to stop and sure enough, it did. I then toweled myself off with the softest towel I had ever touched. I used some of the lotion that had been left out on the counter and my skin felt as smooth as the day I had been born. I slipped on the robe that felt like silk against my skin and walked out into Alexander’s bedroom, feeling refreshed.
He stood in his room, stark naked. I was taken slightly aback. His physique was something to admire. Every muscle was perfectly toned like an Olympic swimmer, not disgustingly rippling like some steroidal bodybuilder. Despite our recent session in the back of the limousine and how much it had taken out of me, if he wanted me again, I would gladly submit.
“There’s coffee downstairs in the dining room waiting for you. Also, I had some food prepared. Please, help yourself and replenish your energy,” Alexander said, winking at me slightly when he said replenish your energy. “Make yourself at home. Feel completely free to explore my apartment. Nothing is off-limits to you here.”
Before I could say anything, he walked past me into the bathroom. He didn’t close the door behind him and I watched him step into the shower. I pushed back the urge to watch him wash off his impossibly sexy body and looked to the bed to see clothes laid out for me. They were nice clothes, high-end jeans and a long-sleeved shirt that looked very comfortable, yet still fashionable. Next to them were a pair of socks and panties.
I put on the clothes, once again a perfect fit, and I looked around the room. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with complex books on mathematics, physics, and philosophy. Alexander Strauss was a very well-read man. I walked by the shelves, studying the books closely and finding that while many of them were academic, he seemed to read everything that he could get his hands on. I marveled at the sheer volume of books he had accumulated and noticed his bedside table.
There were only two items on the bedside, a lamp, simple and black, and a framed picture. In the picture, a young boy stood with a woman that I understood to be his mother. I studied it for a moment, wondering what his relationship with her was like.
After setting down the picture, I looked around his room and saw another spiral staircase leading up to a closed-door. I walked up the staircase and opened the door. A room slightly smaller was sparsely furnished with only a desk and many locked file cabinets. His home office, obviously. I looked around briefly before descending the stairs and going all the way down to the lowest level. I walked past the elevator and down a hallway into an enormous kitchen.
Once again, I found myself at a loss for words. The kitchen was pristine. Granite tabletops sat atop the finest of woods. Cabinets stretched for miles. I could see no discernible fridge before realizing that it must have matched the cabinets, unlike my apartment with an ugly white fridge with a light that barely worked, if at all. There was an island in the middle of the kitchen that housed two sinks and a bunch of stove tops. Above the island hung an assortment of pots and pans worthy of the best restaurant kitchens in the world. I marveled at the kitchen that would be the envy of any professional chef when a voice startled me.
“Please, right this way Miss Dubois,” said a masculine voice.
I turned to see an older man dressed in a suit. He was completely bald. A thin mustache hung above smiling lips. This must have been Alexander’s butler, or perhaps his personal chef. While he had startled me, upon seeing his face my immediate apprehension melted away. He was a warm, friendly, short man. He led me down another hall perpendicular to the kitchen into another enormous room.
A gorgeous table sat in the middle of the room. Large chairs worthy of kings and queens lined the table, and one was pulled out, obviously for me. On the table was an assortment of foods awaiting me. Not an obscene amount, but much more than I could have eaten in one sitting. The bald man motioned me into a chair and bowed slightly. I sat down, feeling like I was in some sort of dream. He poured me a cup of coffee.
“Thank you so much,” I said.
“You’re very welcome,” he replied warmly. “If there’s anything you need Miss Dubois, please do not hesitate to ask. I can have the chef cook up just about anything your heart desires, so please don’t be shy about requests.” And with that, he disappeared from the dining room.
I poured a little milk into my coffee and drank it down quickly. It was hot down my throat, but felt good to drink. I drank an entire glass of water that was in front of me and I looked around at the assortment of food. I greedily filled the plate in front of me with delicious smelling chicken that was juicy and succulent with every bite. I practically inhaled a salad with beets and fine goat cheese that I chased with warm bread that made me groan with delight with every bite. The food was exquisite. It was almost as good as sex. Almost.
My stomach full, I leaned back in my chair and exhaled, satisfied. I looked at the assortment of dirty dishes before me and a little bit of anxiety filled me when I did not know what to do. I was hit with a pang of guilt when I thought of simply leaving them. Then I remembered that Alexander had helpers. They were probably paid much more than the temps that worked in his building. Yet I had no idea how to call them. I felt too shy to simply yell out, so I stood and looked around. The answer was simple then, I would deal with my own mess. I picked up all the dirty dishes and walked them down the long hall to the kitchen where I dumped them in the sink. I washed each one by hand and laid them next to the sink to dry.
From what seemed like miles way, I could hear Alexander walking around his room. He walked down the spiral stairs, dressed in a pair of tan slacks and a short sleeve button-up shirt. He wore no shoes or socks. I admired him for a moment. He looked relaxed, calm and at home in his condo. He looked over the clean dishes, smiled, and motioned me to come with him.
“Let’s sit in the living room, there’s a lot we need to talk about,” he said.
I walked into the open, spacious living room. Windows overlooked the city and I thought of his office. Staring out of the windows I could see the Strauss Engines building in the distance, the tallest buildings around it paling in comparison to its size. I turned back to Alexander, who sat on a large black leather couch, one of many that formed a large “u” shape in the living room. He watched me with an amused expression on his face. I sat down on the couch facing him. I closed my eyes briefly and paused to think about how crazy this whole situation was. It felt like years ago that I was simply a temp who was afraid of losing her job for mouthing off at the boss.
“You must have some questions about what just happened at the press conference,” he said. “I want you to ask me everything you want to know.”
“I guess I just don’t really understand what’s going on. I mean, a few days ago I was just a temp worker. I was a nobody at your company. Then, all of a sudden, I’m at a press conference with the CEO as his personal assistant. Why do you even need me?” I asked.
“I recognized something in you, this much I already told you. But there’s more. I need you to speak for me at certain business deals. I know I’m being watched.”
Alexander Strauss was being watched. I thought about it hard.
“I need you to act on my behalf, out of the watching eyes of rivals within the company.”
“Why do you need me to act in secret if you just made a press announcement?” I asked.
“My rivals within the company can put pressure on my business partners to not do deals with me if they know who I am talking to. I needed to make that pr
ess announcement; they already know something’s happening in the company and this just makes it public information. They can’t use that information against me. But I need you to operate for me in certain instances where I don’t want them to know what I am doing.”
I was going to be a secret weapon of Alexander Strauss against those who were seeking to destroy him. It was beginning to feel like some high stakes spy game. I couldn’t help feeling excited. I was important.
“As you probably know, my father, Maximillian Strauss, built this company from the ground up. He founded Strauss Engines. From my birth, I have been molded to inherit the company from him. Like the son of a king, I was born to take the throne. Every aspect of my life was orchestrated towards this purpose. Yet I’ve always felt more like my mother than my father. I’ve lived in my father’s shadow for the majority of my life. Even now, people coddle me because of my father and don’t tell me the truth because they fear the repercussions. Except you, of course.” He smiled when he said this.
Alexander was opening up to me. I wondered how many people he had told this to. His trust came so quickly I almost didn’t trust it. But as he continued speaking, I began to understand that when Alexander sees trustworthiness in someone, it is rare indeed. He confided in me because of an immediate assessment that I could be trusted.
“My mother was a doctor specializing in infectious diseases. Before marrying my father, she served in Doctors Without Borders. Even after she married my father, she continued in research to help people. To give back, Samantha. I studied mechanical engineering because I was forced to, but I managed to start a project in college to create cheap water filters to lower the incidences of cholera. I’ve always wanted to follow my mother’s footsteps but through my own passion for environmental engineering. Now, I have the opportunity to use the company that I was born to inherit to accomplish that dream. Millions will benefit. And if we’re able to commercialize the product, and have it sustain itself financially, then billions could be helped by our product.
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