What makes this all the sweeter is that I can tell Allie really wants me. Her pussy is probably aching to have me inside of her and that makes this revenge even sweeter.
I plan to fuck with her as much as possible before revealing my true identity. This misdirection today is just phase one of what's gonna go down.
I order an expensive scotch on the rocks and just wait. I hope she's scurrying around town, frantic to get me. She's probably so unsure of what happened and thinking that she made a mistake.
I laugh to myself and think about how enjoyable this is going to be for me. I want to make her squirm and I want to make her feel some of the pain and confusion of being stood up.
I wait for what seems like a fucking eternity. Doesn't she know I have better things to do with my day than to wait on her? As the clock ticks by and my time is wasted, I become increasingly more and more angry.
By the time she's ushered into the restaurant and takes a frenzied seat across from me, I'm really pissed.
"Where have you been?" I say angrily. "My time is money and I don't have time to sit here and wait for someone who can't even get the destination right."
I hope I make her feel bad. I hope she thinks it's all her fault and is eager to make it up to me.
"Oh my God, Xavier, I'm so sorry. I really thought it was at Blackwell's. I thought we had discussed—"
I cut her off before she can make up any more excuses. Deep inside, I know it's not her fault, but I also know it feels so good to take my anger out on her. Suddenly, years’ worth of pain is boiling to the surface and I just want to make her pay for all of it.
"Well, next time maybe you should double check with me about the location," I say between gritted teeth.
She gazes down and plays with her fingers, somber as ever. For half a second, it breaks my heart to see her sad, but I quickly regain my composure.
She doesn't deserve a solitary moment of empathy for me. I remember why I’m doing this. This is all her fault and I'm going to make her pay for how she treated me all those years ago.
The idea of it makes my cock twitch and harden against my pants. I'm aching to take my torment out on her sexy little body. The question is, when will it happen?
"Well, at least you're here now," I say, visibly calmer but still the one in charge.
Then I call the waiter over and order an expensive bottle of wine.
Allie attempts to lighten the mood by saying, "So I finally found out your name, Xavier. I never actually caught your name yesterday."
Yeah, and it was fucking intentional. But of course I don't tell her that.
"So, what got you into modeling?" I ask, completely ignoring her comments about my name.
"Well," she shifts uncomfortably in her chair, "I used to be a competitive cheerleader and my agent found me that way, while scouting."
I'm glad to see that she's uncomfortable around me. She should be. I plan on using my dominance over her in a way that she can’t begin to imagine.
"Something about the way you said that makes me feel like you're not happy being a model," I say, pouring her some wine.
She looks at me and says, "Can I be honest with you?"
"Of course."
"I love modeling. And acting. I feel like it's what I've been called to do. But I have a shoddy agent. She never goes out of her way to do anything to advance my career, and honestly, she's made my career almost intolerable."
Her admission confirms what I suspected—that she's a struggling model, not successful at all. I can’t make myself give a fuck about that. In fact, I take an almost perverse pleasure in it.
My, how the tables have turned. Now I'm the one with all the power and she's the one asking me for favors. I'm sure she's dying to get into my company.
"Oh, you were a cheerleader?" I say as if I don't already know, injecting condescension into my voice. "That's got to be a tough transition from cheerleading to modeling. They're not exactly the same thing."
My words seem to sting her the wrong way. She looks down again and plays with her napkin.
"I mean, I know it's a tough industry to crack. I just thought that maybe I could do it. I like to perform and to be on camera."
I've tortured her enough. I'll give her what she wants. And I'll give her the truth. Some of it anyway.
"Well, you're certainly gorgeous enough to be a model," I say, knowing my words will soothe her.
She looks up at me hopefully and the sparks begin to fly. There's definitely sexual tension between us. There always has been. But now that we've each grown up, our chemistry is on fucking fire.
We finish lunch and I decide it's time to get a taste of Allie once more.
"This was a nice lunch, Allie, but I'm not done with you yet. Would you like to come up to my apartment for a few drinks?"
She's not gonna say no. I'm not gonna be disappointed. I'm never disappointed in women. They always want only one thing...my cock.
And Allie's no different.
It’s almost too easy.
"I'd love to," she says, the expression on her face making it clear she knows full well that I intend to fuck her up there.
Game on.
Xavier
I have Allie right where I want her. I confused the fuck out of her by switching restaurants. Now she's experienced what it's like being stood up.
She stood me up in high school and I've done it to her now. What she doesn't understand is this is just the beginning of my tactics against her. I will be her downfall and she's gonna wish she never met me.
But for the time being, I might as well suck the marrow out of this moment and take her home with me. I have no intention of letting her go when she looks this good, all dressed up only for me.
I lead her out of the restaurant and into the waiting limo, where I can't wait to get my hands on her. I have all this built-up aggression and tension that I need to express somehow.
"Wow, is this your limousine?" she asks as I open the door for her.
She's probably never seen a man with the kind of money I have. Little does she know that I'm actually the owner of the company that she's vying to work for. And little does she know how much I demand control in every area of my life, including her.
But she’s about to find out.
"It's the company's," I lie.
Of fucking course, this is my limousine. It's one of many that I own. I only travel in style and she'll come to understand that. She might realize the truth too late—after I've fucked her and left her and jilted her just like she did to me.
Once inside the car, my carnal desires take over. I waste no time. She knows exactly why she got in my limo.
No need to disappoint.
I spread her legs and get down between them so that I have access to her sweet pussy that I haven't tasted in so goddamn long.
Yes, she was my first time and yes, it was amazing back then, but obviously, I've become a fucking predator in bed since then. I’m the best any woman's ever had, and Allie's about to experience that.
Lucky girl.
I open her legs wider and trail kisses along the inside of her thighs so that I have her trembling in excited anticipation.
I plunge my tongue into her pussy that is sopping wet, already aching for me.
I suck her clit and swirl my tongue around and around the sensitive bud until she opens up to me like a flower.
I probe and prod my way into her with my tongue, licking up all the sweet juices, her nectar.
She tastes fucking perfect, and honestly, it's the sweetest, most beautiful pussy I've ever seen. Not that I’ll ever admit that to her.
She tastes so fucking good and it turns me on so much to go down on her like this in the back of the limo.
She's moaning and crying out, clenching the leather seats with her fingernails.
I keep at it. I trail my tongue up and down her pussy lips and tease her swollen clit until I know she's on the brink of explosion.
She pulls at my hair and her n
ails scratch my back. She's got her legs wrapped around my neck, holding me in some sort of lockdown move like she doesn’t want me going anywhere.
Don’t worry, baby, I’m in this for the duration.
This girl could be a fucking wrestler with the way she's clamping down on me. Who knew such strength could be contained in such a tiny little thing like Allie?
I love that she's using all of her might to prevent the torturous pleasure I entice, to keep herself from coming when I know she fucking wants it, and yet for all of her effort, I still dominate her easily. Maybe that submission is what she's trying to prevent, trying to run from.
She's clenching her legs down on my shoulders and her whole body is trying to resist exploding into my mouth. Why is she resisting? Am I too much for her? But I already know the answer to that, don’t I?
The orgasm I'm about to give her will be so fucking powerful and earth-shattering that she'll wonder what happened. She'll see what she's been missing with other guys and I'll become her new obsession. Just watch.
She's trembling and vibrating and calling my name. With a few more flicks of my tongue around her clit, she finally lets go and releases into my mouth. I suck down all her sweet juices, every last drop. It turns me on so much to do this to women, especially Allie. Her cum is like fucking ambrosia.
She's shaking and calling out my name and has me centered between her legs. I can only imagine what pleasures are shattering reality as she knows it. I really am that fucking good.
The driver probably hears her cries and I try to muffle her moans with the palm of my hand.
"Oh, Xavier. God, fuck."
I love to hear her call my name, but she doesn't even know who I really am. If I told her I who I am right now, I wonder if she'd be having the same reaction?
Would she cry for Stanley as much as she is crying for Xavier? With this tongue of mine? I have no doubt.
She closes her legs as I come up for a breath. I kiss her so that she can taste herself on my lips. This sweet and salty mix excites us both. I can't wait to get her back to my penthouse.
I press the button for the partition to come down between the driver and us.
"Henry, can you step on it?"
He smirks like he's heard all of what's gone on back here. It’s not like it’s the first time.
"Sure thing, Xavier, sure thing."
She's sitting next to me, her body all flushed and quivering, releasing the waves, tension, and pleasure.
What Allie doesn't know is that this is just the beginning. I'm gonna fuck her so hard that she's gonna forget her own name.
For now, I reach for the limo bar and make us both a drink. I can tell she's gonna need it in order to keep up with me.
"Whiskey?" I ask.
"Do I need it?" she says.
"Definitely."
I pour us both a drink and she takes her whiskey down as a shot.
Henry winds the car through the city streets until at last, we're at my building.
Allie looks up at from the open sunroof.
"You live here?" she asks.
I laugh. The wonderment on her face tells me all I need to know. She's in awe of me already and she doesn't even know the half of it.
She probably thinks I own one of the apartments on the lower levels. Little does she know I have the entire top floor, the penthouse.
Allie doesn't know who I am, and she’s already seeing what she's been missing. She shouldn't have abandoned me and treated me like she did in high school. Or she might've been my wife by now.
The limo arrives and I help her out of the car. I fully intend on dragging her upstairs and making her mine. I'm gonna show her even more of what she's been missing, and when she finds out it’s been me all along and that she can't have me anymore, her heart is gonna be crushed.
That's my ultimate desire, to crush Allie.
We walk past the doorman and I just hope he doesn't call me Mr. Armstrong. I can't have Allie figuring out my last name or this whole game will be over. I don't need to have my identity blown by a fucking doorman.
I hurry past him with a swift nod and then I have her in the elevator.
Once inside, I immediately start undressing her. That limo ride has me all worked up with my own tension that can't be ignored—my rock hard cock.
"Xavier, what are you doing? Someone could come in and see us."
Is she telling me what to do? I don't fucking think so, baby.
I continue what I'm doing, pulling at her clothes until her top is off.
"This is a private elevator," I breathe into her ear.
No one's gonna be walking in on us, not that I'd care if they did.
The doors open and my penthouse is on full display. She's halfway undressed as she walks into the space and takes in a swift breath.
"Holy shit, Xavier. You live here?"
"I do," is all I say.
I don't owe her an explanation. She can sit there and wonder how I can afford all this as much as she wants. But she's not gonna get an inch of truth from me. My plan is all about deception and I'm sure as fuck not gonna reveal the truth now.
Besides, I have other things on my mind—like getting Allie into my oversized bed as quickly as possible and fucking her brains out.
Seeing her walk around my place, semi-undressed, makes my cock throb hard at the prospect of being with her once again. It’s been years since I’ve been inside of her sweet pussy, and I have every intention of making this an unforgettable occasion now.
Suddenly, I can hardly take another minute of not being inside of her. The elevator doors whoosh shut and we’re left staring at each other in anticipation.
She's my little prisoner now. And she's about to find out how much that turns me on.
Allie
He pulls me into his bedroom with a sense of urgency. I still can't believe what I'm seeing. This guy, this great, incredible, sexy as hell guy lives here? That means he's a fucking millionaire, at the very least.
I've scored by being with him. I mean, I'm not out for money, but who doesn't like to be wine and dined?
He lives in the penthouse of one of the most exclusive buildings in town. How did I not see this coming? The limo, his demeanor, everything screams money. I just never expected he had so much of it.
I can tell this guy's a player but right now he's got me so under his thrall that I know I'll give in to his every request. It's not usual for me to be so weak in the knees, but you would be too if 6'5 of pure chiseled muscle was dragging you into his penthouse bedroom.
He made me come in the limo and I'm about to come now just thinking of what I’m sure has to be a massive cock entering me.
He's literally dragging me down the hall to his master bedroom. I feel kind of enclosed up here. He owns the whole goddamn floor. It's just me and him, and his aggressive nature right now is making me feel a little lust-drunk.
But why does he seem so angry? Is this what he gets off on?
I don't want to question it too much because his anger is actually turning me on. It doesn't make sense to me but the energy of it is so fucking hot.
"I can't believe you live here," I say.
"Well believe it," he says with a tone of annoyance in his voice
Why do I always have to go for the bad boys? Xavier has a lot of money, which means he's used to getting what he wants.
Especially when he looks like he does. I'm sure nobody ever says no to him, and I'm certainly not about to be the first. But there's a certain air of entitlement that he’s giving off.
He pulls me inside the bedroom. It's all deep colors, blacks and grays. The bed is huge. It's more than oversized. It's the biggest bed I've ever seen.
There are mirrors all around and it's a really fucking sexy atmosphere. With the press of a button, he closes all the blinds and it's nearly pitch black in here. He turns on some low lighting, and it's like the sexiest scene you've ever seen, straight out of a movie.
He pushes me down on the bed and pr
oceeds to remove the rest of my clothing. He unhooks my bra and I catch my breath as I realize what's about to happen.
Sure, he went down on me in the limo, but that's not what I was really craving. What I'm craving is his massive cock inside of me. I'm just waiting to get a good look at it.
He takes off his shirt to reveal rippling abs. He must have an eight-pack, and that delightful V that leads to his cock is on full display.
He's tanned and gorgeous. And his tall frame is dwarfing my own and suddenly, I feel so small under his weighty stature.
He pulls off my thong and soon I'm naked and sprawled out on his bed.
He's wearing only his pants, and I watch with wide eyes as he walks to a drawer where he pulls out a blindfold.
"I want you to wear this," he says with authority.
I'm not gonna back down from that. I'll do whatever he says as long as he promises to fuck me soon. I'm aching for it.
I've never had sex while blindfolded before, but hey, there's a first time for everything. He slips the silk mask over my eyes, and now I can't see anything. The room was already dark but now it's completely black.
He flips me over so that I'm on my knees and then he pulls my ass back so I’m at the edge of the bed, giving him perfect access. I hear him remove his clothes and I'm waiting on all fours with anticipation.
What's it gonna feel like? How big is he?
Soon my questions are answered because I feel what's got to be no less than ten inches of perfect cock enter me from behind. He's not slow at all. He slams right into me, fucking me with a vengeance, as if he despises me and as if he wants to punish me. What's with that?
Despite the fact that I shouldn't like it, I do. A lot.
I want more of it. I want all of his aggression to be taken out on me.
It feels so damn good. Imagine being fucked by the biggest cock you've ever seen, and you'll know a little bit about where I'm at.
I clutch his sheets with my hands, trying to steady myself under his force. The onslaught of fucking, of his pushing down into me it's almost too much. Almost.
My pussy is spreading, stretching, trying to accommodate his thick length. I moan into the sheets, unable to see anything, only feel, and only sense.
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