I step off the elevator onto Alexander’s floor of his apartment building and am surrounded by the wonderful masterpieces again. The memories come flooding back from that night a few weeks ago. Last time I was worried that something shady was going down, but now I would love for something tall, dark and handsome to go down! Ha! Well, I thought it was funny.
He leads me through the door as it seems to magically open. My head tries to peer behind the door to see if anyone is standing there but I see no one. Creepy.
“Pretty cool, huh? I just had that installed. The motion detectors can tell I am coming so the door unlocks and opens automatically for me.”
Alexander stands in the entry with his hands on his hips staring at the door in wonder.
“If you like that sort of thing. I’m more of a manual labor sort of girl.” I wag my eyebrows and snort at my own joke.
Alexander smirks as his eyes trail my body. Heat floods to my center as his eyes return to mine a little darker than before.
“You’re a goof.”
Okay. Not, ‘You’re sexy’ or ‘You turn me on’ just making fun. Perhaps if I create a stand up act he will finally have sex with me.
Alexander turns and starts to walk down the hall. Last time we made a right into the living room but he keeps walking and I follow. After we pass a few rooms we turn left into a large dining room. Of course painting line the basic cream colored wall. Various styles of art, but all centered on the theme of food. Oils, pastels and even some collages create the still life art work. The long birch wood dining table in the center of the room is covered with a wide variety of food. I can see a bowl of fruit, a cheese platter, pasta dish in a white sauce, a meat kabab, roast chicken, waffles, and so many other things I can’t mention or it will take up this entire post.
“Were you planning to have a party?” I wander over to the table and pick up a strawberry and bite into it’s juicy flesh. Damn, that’s a good strawberry. You know someone has money when they can get a flavorful fresh strawberry out of season.
Alexander grabs a plate at the end of the table and starts to pick and choose food, to place on to his plate.
“No, just dinner.”
I start coughing which causes me to start choking. I hear a plate crash and feel Alexander's strong arms wrap around me and squeeze. His warm, firm body is behind me trying to expel the strawberry from my throat. After a few squeezes I see a piece of food fly from my mouth and land into the salad. I am gasping for breath and my body is starting to shake from adrenaline.
The only thought that seems to be going through my mind at this moment is: I didn’t want that salad anyway.
“Here Aria, come sit.”
Through watery eyes I see Alexander push a white chair out from the table as he guides me to sit. I try to tell him thanks but my throat burns as I start to speak and my words come out sounding like a goat being strangled.
He leaves me for a moment and comes back to hand me a glass of water. I suck that things down and it soothes my throat. After I empty the glass I realize the water was sweet. Clearing my throat I try to talk again.
“What was in the water?” I manage sounding hoarse.
“I put some honey that’s next to the strawberries into the water. I figured it would help relieve your throat.” Alexander smiles and comes down to kneel in front of me.
I smile and run my fingers through his soft dark hair. He takes the glass from me and sets it on the floor.
“Thank you Alexander. You saved me.”
He takes my hand and turns my palm up to his lips brushing soft kisses into them. His fingers burn a trail up my arm as he leaves my hand to rise on his knees and kiss me. Alexander cups my chin as his eyelids soften just before his lips touch mine. They are warm and soft as they lightly caress my lips.
I reach for him wanting more and curl my fingers into his hair. He groans as my nails scrape into the tender skin at the nape of his neck. The pain of my throat is disappearing and being replaced by the pleasure flowing through my body.
He brings his arms around my waist and pulls me closer. As I wrapped my legs around him his mouth devours me. His tongue desperately reaching for mine. He nips at my lips and suddenly his hands are everywhere. They move with intent on my tits then dig under the seat for my ass. One of his hands moves between us and starts to dig into my jeans. His movements are needy, feral and a bit desperate.
I have to pull away as it is becoming too much. He starts to push on my pelvic bone which hurts and not in a good way.
“Okay cowboy let’s ease up a bit. We have all night.” I smile as I lean back in my chair to catch my breath.
“Was I too ruff? I thought women liked that.”
I am beginning realize that I will have to teach him a thing or two. I would have thought at least one of the prostitutes he hired in the past would have taught him something.
“Not all women. Just like not everyone likes pizza or steak. No every woman wants to be pawed like a new stuffed animal at a one year old’s birthday party.”
His face turns bright red as his eyes fall to the floor.
I lifted his chin so he will look at me and smile.
“Don’t be sorry. You just need me to teach you a thing or two. That’s all. In some ways I’m actually lucky because I get to mold you exactly how I like.” I realize I probably sound like a villain in a movie with my raspy voice as my lips curl into a grin..
“Alright, what should I do?”
I remove my jacket and throw it aside and then take off my sweater and bra. His eyes widen and Alexander stares at my chest. I take his hand and place it over my breast.
“Now show me with just this hand what you would like to do.”
His hand starts to gently knead my breast, slowly. Alexander’s eyes flip from watching his hand to my face and back again. His thumb brushes past my nipple and I gasp. He stops and pulls away.
“I’m sorry. I hurt you again.”
Grabbing his hand I bring it back to my breast.
“No you didn’t Alexander. That felt good, real good. I will stop you if you hurt me, so just feel free to explore my body. What do want to do?”
His eyes darken as he responds, “I want to explore every inch of you.”
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63. THE Insane
62. THE Bechmann
61. THE Morning After
60. THE Attack
59. THE Decision
58. THE Emergency
57. THE Welcome Home
56. THE First Day Back
55. THE Strange
54. THE Question
53. THE Crazy B
52. THE Teacher
51. THE Discussion
50. THE Mommy
49. THE Bar Fly
48. THE Watchful Eye
47. THE Big Guns
46. THE Never
45. THE Feast
44. THE Bathroom Threesome
43. THE Pee Pee
42. THE Fine
41. THE Shirt Attack
40. THE Police Song
39. THE Discovery
38. THE Pull
37. THE Aria Show
36. THE Switch Up
35. THE Delivery
34. THE Scheme
33. THE Drink
32. THE Uncomfortable Silence
31. THE Online Experience
30. THE Same Old Shi
29. THE Talk
28. THE Drunk Dial
27. THE Birthday
26. THE Meeting
25. THE New Job
24. THE Disagreement
23. THE Big Movie
22. THE Sleepover
21. THE Club
20. THE Leave
19. THE Beggar
18. THE Confrontation
17. THE Jackoff
16. THE Bathroom
15. THE Joint
14. THE Let Down
13. THE Truce
12. THE Phone Call
11. THE Assistant
10. THE New Year
9. THE Payneful Reminder
8. THE Holiday Party
7. THE Zipper Incident
6. THE Cake
5. THE Incident
4. THE Paperwork
3. THE Letter
2. THE After Effects
1. THE Interview