“Ooo ooo,” I cried out as he went in much faster than he did before.
It didn’t hurt, well it did, but in a deliciously good way.
He leaned his whole body weight on to me as his cock slid in deeper and deeper, my legs spreading farther to accommodate him.
“For the rest of the night, you’re mine!” he purred in my ear.
“But this is love, right? Love …” my voice petered out as he began to grind.
“You asked me what I loved …” his tongue wet my ear. “I love things that are mine!” With that, he pressed in harder as his hips ground down and rocketed me out of my body, the room, and my mind.
Chapter 10
Alec
It was probably not enough ‘love’ for her, but it was much more that I was used to giving. As much as I just wanted to possess Kylie's body and soul that night, I couldn’t. I could tell I was losing her in the Jacuzzi as she fell under my spell. She wanted to play by the rules. Fuck for one night only, and what I was doing wasn’t fair. We weren’t fucking; I was dragging her into my trap. But I was just about to tell her I wanted much more than just one night. Her mix of sweet and snarky had me by the nuts, but worse, she was in my head.
As I lay on her tiny body, mine strong and dominant, I couldn’t help feeling owned. Her pussy, damn, she could do things with it no one else did. She tightened it against my cock and held on whenever I moved too roughly, like a slap on the hand. She controlled me. I came so hard, I saw stars. I dripped sweat all over her from the exertion, and when I pulled my raw and abused cock out of her glorious pussy, I knew I needed more Kylie in my life.
I slapped her ass hard, seeing her eyes falling heavy as she was about to surrender to sleep.
“I thought you said we’d sleep the night here?” Her sweet frustrated and sleepy voice protested.
“Oh, I’m not letting you leave, that’s for sure. But we need a quick rinse.” I scooped her up out of the bed and walked into the bathroom with her. “Shower,” I commanded, and my shower turned on, already the perfect temperature.
She must have been totally spent as I was expecting more protest but didn’t get it. We entered the stall, and she let her head lilt back into the stream of water that rained from the ceiling. The entire cube had water falling into it. I had different settings, but this was the most efficient. It delivered a steady stream of light rain. I could soap her body, and the water would eventually wash everything away. I set her down on the bench and took a loofa and some midnight ocean shower gel from the cubby.
“I’m going to wash you …” I told her, staring into her mesmerizing liquid brown eyes. “And then you’re going to return the favor.” Her eyes widened, but not too much.
I lathered soap onto the sponge, knowing its rough texture would arouse her, and let it scrape over her arms, ever so lightly. She flinched, and I moved closer without any threats as I dragged the sponge over her other arm. I moved to the middle and her sensitive stomach. She lurched forward and grabbed my arm.
“My turn.” She tried to yank the sponge away from me.
We both knew that the longer loofahs stayed in the water the softer they became. I only had a few more minutes with my torture device before it would be rendered ineffective.
“Not nearly your turn yet. I’ve only just begun.” I spread her legs and loofahed between them, and she jumped up, closing her legs.
I grabbed her before she could go anywhere and put her in my lap, sliding my legs between hers so they fell to either side of mine held her against my body. Though my cock wasn’t ready to have her again, I still wanted to see her cum. I loved having her wilting on me in ecstasy, and I wanted to see her wrung out as I had promised.
“You don’t play fair.” She used the last of her strength to wiggle away from me.
“One more orgasm, sweet, and I’ll let you sleep.” I ran the loofa over her tender center, back and forth with the gentle trickle of water igniting her raw flesh.
“Oh, God.” She grit her teeth and backed into me as I pressed the loofa in harder and then let it go to allow the water to flood her as my fingers replaced the sponge. Full of slickness, they danced over her clit as I nibbled at her neck and she came hard on my hand.
She slumped over, spent. I picked her up again. “Off,” I told the shower. “Dry,” I then commanded and hot dry air blew from all sides quickly evaporating the wetness enough so we were dry enough for the bed.
“I should go home,” she blathered ... the beautiful lunatic. “Don’t you want me to wash you?” She could barely speak.
“No,” is all I said as I placed her into my bed and drew the soft comforter over her amazing body.
I slid in beside her, and despite my reluctance to sleep by her side, I fell into a deep and dreamless slumber with her softly breathing next to me. While it was foreign to have a woman stay the night in my bed, it wasn’t unwelcome. I usually had women at hotels or in my downtown apartment, where they had their own room, so I fucked them in that room and usually retreated to my own space after we were done.
If it was a hotel, I’d do the same, leave them with a note and come back to my sanctuary. I never brought women to my penthouse because it was too intimate, despite the enormous space. I did order the curtain closed just before getting into bed with Kylie. It was sheer, but not enough to truly see anything. I used it on the rare occasions when I planned to be sleeping when Mrs. Castle came in. I didn’t have her come until noon for that reason. But once or twice, I’d been laid up and had to use the privacy curtain. I had my smart home close it in case we needed it.
While I slept well and hard, I did have work to do. Kylie and I fell into bed around midnight, and by five in the morning, I was up and ready for work. I had a call that couldn’t be missed with a developer in Tokyo who was renovating a city block of old-style homes into thousands of condos. It was my hottest project as there was going to be a community school, grocery store, gym, twenty restaurants, and a park within the complex. It was something I was truly excited about. When the alarm rang, I begrudged getting out of bed but was happy to be on sure footing again, working routine things that were more familiar than being under Kylie Morgan’s spell.
I glanced over at Kylie who was still fast asleep. I could have just fucked her again; my cock was more than ready. She laid there with her tiny bare ass, crooked at just the right angle, and her sweet slim waist begging for me to hold on to it as I rammed up into her from behind. If there wasn’t a sweet vulnerable woman inside of that rocking body, I would have done it. But I let her be and went to my computer. I didn’t have to dress; it wouldn’t be a video call, so I stayed naked and ready for when Kylie woke up.
“Moshi Moshi,” Tanaka San answered on the other line.
“Tanaka San, Bulairu San des.” I grunted out the only Japanese I knew, other than ‘thank you and hello”
“Bulairu San. Hi, just on time thank you. Okay, we have a green light from the city. We break ground next month. You have to be there for that and to sign the papers for phase two.” He started ... all business as usual.
“I’ll be there, fine, but I haven’t approved the designs for phase two. I have notes. I emailed them to your account last night.” I was back to being a businessman and a professional asshole again.
To pass the time, which would inevitably be filled with mundane pushback on Tanaka’s end, I turned on my computer and hit the internet. Usually I just mindlessly web surfed when I was bored with negotiations; I knew I’d eventually win. But instead, I sought out pictures of Kylie ... anything I could find. Modeling campaigns, art photographs, baby pictures from a fan site. She had a torrid reputation online, though nothing explicitly said she was sleeping with anyone, it was implied everywhere.
For the moment I was happy she had come to the bar incognito. The only person who saw her really was Greg, and if he said anything, he knew I’d pull the plug on his funding, so we were in the clear. It felt oddly safe having her in my sanctuary where no one knew she w
as actually having sex with me. From the shy way she made love and her reluctance to surrender, she couldn’t have fucked more than a few guys at most and none recently as she was tighter than a virgin. I found myself getting painfully hard looking at the pictures.
I glanced outside ... still dark. Damn. As soon as the call was over, I was going in for more ... that was guaranteed. I even flirted with the idea, as I had all night, of making her come back or just fucking stay all day.
“Yes, well. I’m sorry, but I’m not moving on the issue. No way is there going to be any kind of statue in the park. I want an inverted fountain, and a modern, state of the art splash pad with lights and music. This is Tokyo for Christ’s sake. I want it high tech. We’ll rent the place for big events, music festivals, etc. It’s going to be a draw in the summer, and we can do nighttime light shows. In the winter we’ll cover it up and make an ice-skating rink. All under Blair/Tanaka Enterprises. We get every fucking revenue dollar. So, I’m going to hang up now. I have other things to do. Just know when I’m in Tokyo next month, I’m not signing anything that has a fucking statue on it ... understand?”
“Hai, Blalairu San, wakata …” Whatever the fuck he said.
I was so irritated I didn’t see her standing there. I had several pictures of her recent art pictorial where she was topless with another woman and carousel horses and in gender-bending poses where she often looked like a topless teenager. I didn’t actually see her there but heard her huff behind me, no doubt some sort of commentary on my looking at her pictures, naked with my cock flagging to the ceiling.
“Sayonara,” I said as I clicked off the phone and closed the window on her pictures.
“Please tell me,” her voice was almost desperate. “You’re not selling a story to Japan about us ... please. I know, I know ... I have slept with a lot of people, but it’s all contractual and fake ... I … I …”
I had to stop her.
“No that was a business deal. I want this as hushed as you do. The pictures ... well, you caught me there.” Her face brightened as soon as I let her off the hook.
“Oh, thank God, I was so worried.” She blushed a little seeing my aroused state and letting the fact that I was internet sleuthing her sink in.
“It’s not really morning enough; you should go grab a few more hours of sleep at least. I’ll order from Eastfield’s when they open.” I rolled my neck and tried to ease away the tension, a fourteen-foot statue of someone I didn’t care about out of my brain.
“I thought I might make love to you,” she said as she walked over and dropped gracefully to her knees; fuck she was sexy.
Her gentle fingers slid over my cock and directed it hungrily into her mouth. She’d get no protest from me. She worked her mouth and hands over me hard, and since I’d been aroused for hours, I wasn’t surprised when my pre-cum bubbled into her mouth and had her gagging just a little.
“Not a big fan of swallowing?”
She wiped her mouth after she’d popped it off of me.
“I kinda hate it.” She winced as she straddled one leg over my lap and roved her vagina along my cock head.
“And so ... what’s happening here?” I played with her as my hands found her deliciously sensitive sides and she squirmed a little.
“I dreamed about this. Thought I’d do it before I left.” With that, she bent down and kissed me with sweet, loving little pecks everywhere.
When her mouth found mine gaping and ready for her, she continued to kiss gently. Dragging my lip into her mouth with her teeth, she gently sucked then moved on to my beard, which desperately needed a shave, then still further to the nape of my fucking neck ... damn her.
I had her in my hands; I could have rocketed my cock into her, but she softly rolled back and forth letting it in inch by inch, which must have been comfortable for her. By the time I was fully inside of her, she was sucking on my nipples and panting as a sheen of perspiration glossed her back. She must have been in some pain having been prepped with only a little pre-cum, but she was running the show. She sat fully on me and let her V-Jay get reacquainted with my cock.
Then with tiny jumps and pulses, she began to fuck me but laid her body over mine so we were in an embrace. “I love the way you feel,” she confessed as her legs wrapped around mine, fitting us both into the tiny office chair, but bringing my cock into her more.
“I love the way you feel,” I gave her back with a growl.
She ground down on me deeper and deeper, then started kissing again, loving little stabs of her soft lips on parts of me that never were touched. My underarm, above my nipples, my Adam’s apple. I came to her without warning. It was as hard and ardent as I’d cum before, but I was buried in her, mixing my old seed with the new. I prayed she was serious about using birth control because if she wasn’t that last blow was going to make me a father. Since she hadn’t found her climax yet, I wrangled my fingers between us and pinched and pressed on her clit which she loved, and that was all she needed. She jutted, bucked, and convulsed on me in a spectacular fashion, so much so that we were both entirely spent.
“Back to bed with you,” I pretended to scold and lifted her up into my arms, legs clamped around her middle; my cock fell out of her, but not far ... I wasn’t done with her yet, but a nap ... we both needed a nap.
Chapter 11
Kylie
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I sure as hell remembered waking up. I was so worn out from having sex with Alec all night, I could barely move when I felt the familiar heat and wetness of his tongue on my pussy again. I was lying on my stomach, and I recalled feeling his body warmth on top of me as we spooned, just before I knew it was morning. He had rolled on top of me with his cock stabbing my back. Then, the tongue bath on my pussy and fingers, stretching me wide.
I’d begun to crave him. I loved how his body invaded every cell of mine. How he became one with me as he stretched me so wide I didn’t know where he ended and I began. Gentle strokes this time as I lightly protested.
“Ow ow ... I’m really sore.”
He slapped my ass.
“Good, you won’t be forgetting me soon. Or this …” He stabbed in hard as I captured his arm and kissed him.
“Or you …” I wanted to bring him back to us.
I couldn’t be an object.
“Or you,” he conceded as he kissed my temple and finished inside of me gently.
His hands rounded my body and pinched both nipples as he sucked on my neck long enough to leave a mark. With one or two more pulses he came again inside of me, and I shuddered into a soft relenting orgasm ... I was his, whether I wanted to be or not.
I laid there with him on top of me catching my breath for a while. Feeling a little lost.
“I don’t want to let you go,” he finally said.
I stayed quiet ... I didn’t want to be let go ... but the complications and the eventual hurt ... I couldn’t allow it, so I didn’t say anything. I think he was glad because he didn’t bring it up again.
“I ordered food, it’s here already, and it’s ten. I need to take a shower and head into the office, but I’m starving. Let’s eat. You can shower after me. Mrs. Castle comes at 12:00, and I’ve already programmed my number into your phone.”
“Wait?” I turned to him. “How did you unlock it?”
“Your birthday? Not very safe ... and easy to find after a little late-night browsing. You should change your passcode. So, my number is there, and of course, now I have yours. I don’t want to discuss any of this right now ... I’m too in it.”
Why give me his phone number if he was just going to dump me in a few hours?
“Um …” I couldn’t really find my head; I guess I was too in it as well.
“We eat. I go to work. You shower. The castle comes at 12. Be here or don’t, I don’t care. I’ll call you tonight.” He pulled his cock out of me, a little rougher than I would have wanted, slapped my ass, and ripped the covers off us.
Well good morning ...
this is over. I was so sore I could barely walk to his kitchen. When I got there, sitting on the stools seemed daunting in my condition, and I was still completely naked. I dreamed of going back into his Jacuzzi to loosen up, but going home was next on my agenda. I needed to be away from Alec. As much as I wanted to stay with him, I also couldn’t take him anymore.
He noticed I was having trouble getting into the chair, so he picked me up as he had done so many times that night and put me in his lap. Luckily his cock was worn out, so nothing grew as we each ate from our own plates with forks and knives. He didn’t even offer to feed me, which I appreciated.
I had Chobani and Chia seeds—he’d remembered what I had eaten the day before, which seemed like years ago—an orange, and a seven-grain muffin. For him, steak and eggs ... a man’s meal.
“I have clothes for you,” he said as soon as he was done laying out our food.
“I have clothes.” I scooped the yogurt into my mouth, and it tasted like the best thing I’d ever eaten apart from Alec, whose taste was also still in my mouth.
“You have ugly clothes. I’d rather you go home in your jeans and one of my designer shirts than the nasty T-shirt you were wearing. Besides, you can see your nipples through it, and those are my nipples now. You’ll wear my shirt.”
“Your nipples?” I almost choked.
“We’ll discuss it tonight,” was all he said to that. “Do you want to stay here or have me call you a car?”
“I can get an Uber,” I deflected.
“I’ll call you a car.” The matter seemed settled.
His cell phone rang, and he looked down at the number.
“Sorry, I have to take this. I should have been at the office hours ago.” He put the phone up to his ear. “Yeah.”
Sorry, I mouthed, and he blew me a kiss and walked over to his office.
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