Surrendered Desire

by Eliza Quinn

  “Oh my god you are hilarious.” Kay snorted as Charlie choked back a laugh.

  “It’s the almost white hair. I think it’s hot.” Charlie said still laughing.

  “You have Damien you greedy pig.” Kay nudged Charlie.

  “In a happy relationship is not the same thing as dead.” Charlie rolled her eyes.

  The girls fell into fits of laughter as Leslie put finishing touches on her look.

  “Did he get your address? Phone number?” Cel asked curiously.

  “Nope.” Though Leslie didn’t think that would stop him. The girls shared a knowing look.

  “What?” She asked.

  “Nothing just seems eerily familiar. The men know what they want.” Charlie laughed.

  Leslie shook her head at the girls and smiled to herself as knock sounded at the door. Charlie rushed to open the door and smiled as Lex walked in. He tipped his chin in greeting to the ladies.

  “You ready to go?” He asked Leslie quietly, ignoring the audience that was pretending not to watch. Leslie sighed at how good he looked in his formal wear. He offered her his hand and she took it easily as he pulled her to his side. He escorted her to the side of a sleek sports car and got into the driver’s seat. As he pulled away from the curb Leslie took her time to study his features. He really did look a lot like Henry Cavill. She sighed in appreciation and asked herself yet again how she’d gotten here when she’d meant to go in the opposite direction. She knew almost nothing about this man other than his name and the fact that he had a lot of money. Yet she felt an attraction she couldn’t explain to him. More than she could ever remember feeling for Jason. He drove in silence, with a precision and intensity that made her shiver. Would he touch her like that? Leslie bit her lip and shook the thought away. Dinner was just that, two people eating food. It didn’t have to turn into hot sex because she’d imagined someone that looked suspiciously like him fingering her to a mind blowing orgasm.

  Dinner was at a restaurant she’d never heard of before. Lex led her to a table, pulled her seat for her and sat across the small table from her. He stared at her, drawn into her gaze. Her full lips grazed by something peach and juicy to match the bright summer of her dress. The red of her hair flowed softly in waves that fell to her lower back. There was something about long hair on a woman that was his ultimate fantasy. He could imagine wrapping that hair in his fist. Using it as a rope to angle her back so his thrusts fucked into her just right as her red spanked ass glowed in the light of his lamp. The picture was so vivid he could hear her moaning his name. Crying out to be touched.

  Leslie saw desire in his gaze, it burned her alive, she wanted nothing more than his hands on her. As much as she told herself that wanting him as much as she did wasn’t wise she couldn’t stop herself. She took a sip of the full bodied read wine that had been poured as soon as they sat. The wine did little to cool her parched throat.

  “I hope you don’t mind? I ordered the food before we got here, it should be out shortly.” He said. Leslie took a deep breath and tried to control her desire. He’d ordered without asking her. What did that say about what he thought of her needs or wants? Did he presume to know them?

  “You didn’t ask what I’d like. You’d just assumed you’d know?” Leslie asked, not liking the implication.

  “No.” He said simply.

  “No?” Leslie asked wondering how a single word constituted an explanation.

  “I don’t enjoy explaining myself.” Lex sighed.

  “I don’t enjoy being railroaded.” Leslie insisted.

  “Baby bird that’s not what this is. The restaurant makes speciality food and drinks, each taking hours to prepare. I made a couple of orders across board because I wasn’t sure what you’d like.” Lex said quietly.

  “Oh.” Leslie said, regretting her outburst. Of course he didn’t think she had bad taste or her taste in food was not good enough. Why had she thought that? She knew but Jason’s memory had no place here.

  “When you are with me, you will not think of him, you will not mistake me for him because I am not him. Understood?” Alexander ordered softly.

  “How did you know?” Leslie asked, wondering for a brief scary moment if she was transparent.

  “My sweet. You remind me of an injured little bird in the wild for the first time. Someone hurt you. I’d like to know who,but when I’m with you, you will not think of him.” He said quietly.

  “I haven’t thought of another man since I met you. My self esteem took a few hits and I haven’t fully healed but I don’t think of him when I’m with you. I don’t think of anything but you. I want you. I can’t help it even though I know you’re probably no good for me.” Leslie said.

  “Then why are we still here when I feel the same need you do?” Lex asked.

  Leslie couldn’t think of a reason why.

  Chapter Seven

  Leslie watched as Lex leaned over the table. The restaurant was silent enough that it felt like they were the only two people in the world. It wouldn’t have made a difference if it was a packed stadium of people. Only Alexander mattered. When he leaned closer, she could see only him and all the other men paced in comparison to him. He moved slowly still, he didn’t want to spook her. Leslie didn’t have room in her mind for the questions that plagued her. All of the noise faded until she closed the gap between them herself and pressed her lips against his. The touch of his lips left a blazing trail that left her body humming in pleasure. So hot, she burned with it as he took control of the kiss, as he took control of her body. He dragged his tongue against the seam of her lips, demanding she open up to him. Demanding that she cede control to him. With a whimper, she opened her lips and let his tongue lead hers in a dizzying dance of desire. She gripped the sides of the chair as she moaned into his kiss. Nothing but their lips touched but everywhere hummed with a pleasure so sublime she felt neon with it.

  Alexander took her lips, drinking of her sweet wine laced breath deeply. He plunged his tongue deep into her mouth and took heady sips of her innocence. He could not get enough, no woman had driven so mad with desire. He deepened the kiss, slanting his lips so his tongue could get better access to her taste. She whimpered into his lips, sounds he greedily gulped down and feasted on. Just their lips, from that touch desire spread through his blood until the need to have her beat against his chest where his heart should have been. He needed to touch her, feel her wet pussy clench around his cock as he drove into her.

  “We’re leaving.” He growled as he broke the kiss.

  Leslie couldn’t think straight. Her mind had gone hazy with desire. She needed his touch as much as he needed hers.

  “Yes.” She agreed instantly.

  She walked out of the restaurant on shaky legs, barely paying attention to the scenery around her as she got into the car. Alexander got into the other side and started the engine. As he pulled away, with one hand on the steering wheel, he slid the other into her thighs. The car purred beneath her. Smoothly. Lex moved his hands higher. Leslie panted. She could just feel the tips of his fingers almost brushing the lace of her panties. She squirmed in her seat.

  “Stay still or I won’t let you cum.” Lex warned. Leslie stilled immediately. She desperately wanted to move her hips lower, ride his fingers until this ache building deep inside her dissipated into an explosive orgasm. Yet something in his voice had stilled her. He drove, his eyes never leaving the road while his fingers drifted higher. He brushed the pads of his fingers against the drenched lace of her panties and hissed a breath at how soaked she was.

  “Do you want to cum on my fingers little bird?” He asked never taking his eyes off the road.

  “Yes.” Leslie moaned as he teased her with just soft touches.

  “Say yes sir, I want to cum in your fingers.” Lex ordered. Leslie swallowed. Calling him sir would imply she’d given him control. She couldn’t do that, could she? Her body screamed yes, the need to have him inside her, whether it was just his fingers or not was overwhelmin
g.

  “Yes s-sir, I want to cum on your fingers.” She panted, giving in.

  “Good little bird.” He hummed as his fingers found her clit and tugged. Leslie shot off her seat, restrained by the seatbelt she’d strapped. He pushed her panties to the side and slid his fingers into her wet channel. Leslie moaned and began to ride his hands shamelessly. She twisted her hips as he pushed his fingers into her, thumb on clit, stroking her sweet spot deep inside her.

  “Fuck.” She moaned around his fingers as he began to finger fuck her in a steady rhythm, she lost the power to scream her pleasure, she focused only on the sensation of being filled over and again until she saw stars. Her orgasm rushed through her, making her head fall back as her eyes closed tightly. She moaned his name as she realized this is what she had been missing. As she came down from her high, she opened her eyes to see Alexander staring at her with the same intensity he used to do everything else. She closed her eyes and took a deep relaxing breath. Her breathing returned to normal but the need to have him was still there, stronger than ever.

  “You moved.” He said breaking the silence.

  “I’m sorry.” She said. She had moved even though he’d told her not to. She wanted to rebel now. Not apologize. It had felt so good but he looked so disappointed. She was lost staring at the window only belatedly realizing the car had stopped moving. It was parked in some large driveway facing a house she didn’t recognize. She’d been so engrossed in the way he’d touched her, she’d barely noticed.

  “We stopped moving.” Leslie pointed out, worried that she hadn’t noticed.

  “This is my house.” Alex said quietly.

  “I want you. I feel safe with you. I wouldn’t usually do this but for some reason I trust you. Don’t make me regret it.” Leslie said quietly.

  Lex nodded briefly.

  “You disobeyed me. I asked you not to move and you did. I don’t take such disobedience lightly.” Lex slid a look full of dark promise towards her. She shivered in anticipation.

  “What are you going to do to me?” Leslie asked feeling exhilarated and turned on at once.

  “I’ll spank you until your ass cheeks are red and raw.” He threatened. Only when he said it, she felt an answering clench in her pussy.

  “Yes sir.” She said eagerly.

  Chapter Eight

  The house was huge, on a large acre of land with a giant mansion in the middle. She’d always thought the state of New York was cramped and inhabitable but some places still had actual space. The circular driveway ended in front of the house with beautiful lights blazing in side. Alexander came out of the car and moved over to her side, pulling her out and leading her inside. The entrance was large, homey looking and the opposite of chrome and steel she’d expected from Alex. He led her straight into his bedroom and stood her in the center of it.

  “Take off your dress.” He ordered her. “Very Slowly.”

  Leslie shivered with the thrill of the order. She’d never stripped for a man before, never had the confidence. Yet the way he looked at her, like she was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen, made her feel like she was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. She slowly pulled the apricot, summery fabric of her dress slowly down her shoulders. Heat flares in his gaze, his nostrils flared as he poured a glass of whiskey, put some ice in, sat down and enjoyed the show. Leslie smirked, enjoying the tent his cock made in his slacks. She couldn’t wait to have it in her.

  “No music sir?” She asked with a smile.

  “I will tame that insolence out of you.” He chucked darkly. She couldn’t wait. The dress still hung teasingly on her shoulders revealing the tops of her breasts to his hungry gaze. Her nipples pebbled as Fiona Apple’s Criminal player loudly through the speakers. Leslie grinned and continued. She slowly pushed her dress down, over her chest, revealing the lacy bralette under it that did little to hide the full shapes of her breasts. Her nipples peaked and showed through the thin lace of the lingerie. She smiled as his cock twitched at the sight. Who knew how much power there was in letting go? She slid the dress down, circling her hips slowly as she did. Her hands brushed the smoothness of her skin, watching his gaze leave fiery trails where his eyes touched. Her thong panties, already soaked with her excitement. She pulled the straps of her bra lower, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. That was as far as she got before he leapt. He grabbed her, pulling her down to the low sofa and sat her on his lap as she straddled his hips. His cock pressed against her wet pussy and Leslie moaned.

  “Ride me like this baby bird. Put your hands behind your head and ride me.” He ordered. She was helpless to disobey. She moved her hips, grinding her pushy down on him as she moaned his name. He leaned in as she rode him, taking her sensitive nipples and sucking them deeply into his hot mouth. She jerked against him as she drove her panty clad pussy harder on his cock. As he pulled the left nipple into his wet heat, her right nipple was pulled and rugged with his icy cold hands. The sensation was incredible. She was going to cum again, her pussy had soaked the front of his pants. She was so close she vibrated with the need. So fucking close.

  “Mmmmm baby bird your tits look amazing like this.” He nipped her peaks with his teeth again.

  “Stop moving.” He ordered. Leslie froze, her body was still quivering with need. She felt so exposed with her hands behind her head.

  “Sir?” She begged.

  “I told you I was going to punish your disobedience.” Lex said. Leslie heard her gasp before she was aware she was making any sound it was one of anticipation.

  “Don’t worry little bird. You’ll enjoy it.” Alex smirked.

  He set her across his lap. With a pull, her panties slid down her legs and out of the way. He spread her legs so she was open to him and fingered her.

  “Oh, so nice and wet. This is what I like sweets. You always open and easily accessible to me.”

  Slowly began to caress her ass. It was round and smooth under his hands. Her fleshy globes fit against his palms. He lifted his palm and smacked her, hard enough to sting. Leslie squealed as she felt the hit. His hands on her ass felt like heaven. She didn’t mind the pain. He spanked her, pushing the flat of his palm against her ass until her skin was red and sensitive. Then he began to caress her again, soothing the pain he’d inflicted on her ass. His fingers drummed against her sensitive clit. Her hips arched off his laps as she tried to get more sensation. Lex lifted her and took her to the bed. He took off his pants and pressed the heat of his erection between her thighs.

  Her ass was red and raw, her pussy dripping with his ministrations. She snuck a glance at his face. That wildness she found irresistible. He looked like he wanted to devour her.

  “I’m going to fuck you.” He warned her.

  “Yes! Please.” She begged. He pushed his cock into her vibrating channel. He growled at the sensation of her hot, tight flesh strangling his cock. His hands dug into her side as he pushed his fat cock, slowly, torturously into her channel. She moaned, arching her hips to give him more access. He thrust into her. Hard strokes that bounced against her hip and made her gush desire on the bed. She gripped the sheets.

  “Fuck little bird.” He growled, driving his cock deeper. She screamed, his cock was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Leslie closed her eyes and gave herself over to him as he fucked her in deep long strokes. She shivered, her pussy clamped on his cock like vise. She moaned his name.

  “Alexander.” She moaned. The sound of his name on her lips, like a prayer. She screamed as he felt his control rip. He fucked her like an animal, putting his marks on her, gripping her hips tightly fucking her in long strokes. She felt it, it ripped like a tornado through her until she shattered in a million pieces. He growled her name as he exploded in her. Their climax clashed and ran into each other until he couldn’t tell where her pleasure ended and his began.

  Chapter Nine

  Leslie lay wrapped in Lex’s arms. Her steady breathing and liquid limbs made her feel better than she could ever remember feeling
. She smiled up at Lex who looked at her with something close to gentleness.

  “Your hair is white.” Leslie said. It formed a halo around his head making him look like an avenging angel.

  “Genetics. We all have a tendency to be grey before twenty-five. My hair was grey at nineteen.” He laughed.

  “Some people would have colored it.” Leslie pointed out.

  “My hair was jet black before it turned white. So it was quite the transformation but I’m rather vain and I quite like it.” Alexander said.

  “It suits you. If you ever dressed up for Halloween, you’d make a good Witcher.” Leslie laughed at the idea of his ever dressing up for anything. He was so utterly himself that any other costume would be ill fitting. He shot her a look to let her know just how ridiculous he thought she was.