by Alana Davis
“William, I’m glad you’ve had the chance to meet Samantha. She’s going to be working closely with me from now on, so you two should be acquainted as you’ll be seeing more of each other,” Mr. Strauss said.
“Jesus Alex, we should have waited to tell them about any new company direction without having it drafted by our PR guys. It should have been completely overhauled. You didn’t answer a single question and now all those questions hang there like a noose over our goddamn heads!”
Mr. Strauss nodded and patted William Henderson’s shoulder, as in consoling a child who has just struck out at bat in a little league baseball game. It wasn’t condescending, but the look in William Henderson’s face looked like that of a man who has accepted his arguments were now falling on deaf ears. Alexander Strauss turned and lead me away from the backstage area. I could hear Mr. Henderson storm off loudly, swearing as he did so.
“I apologize for Mr. Henderson’s less than cordial attitude,” Mr. Strauss said. We were walking down a long hallway that I now recognized from having come in this way. There were no reporters in sight. “He’s a good man, believe me, but I do understand his anger. He’s always a little angry,” he said, letting out a slight laugh.
“Mr. Strauss,” I said, and he interrupted.
“Samantha, when it’s just the two of us, you can call me Alexander. When we are around others, please continue to refer to me as Mr. Strauss, just so that we can keep up the presence of professionalism, but other than that, Alexander is fine,” he said.
I had moved up to being able to call him Alexander. It had definitely felt like a move upwards. My mind raced. I must have done well at the press conference. Yet I had done nothing really. I had apparently not made a fool of myself. I supposed the only way I could have done worse was if I passed out on stage or ran away crying.
The bright sun washed over us as we exited the building through the back. The limousine was waiting, the door ajar, the driver standing beside it. A poker face worthy of Vegas adorned his face beneath aviator sunglasses. We sat in the back of the limousine and silence filled the huge space of leather seats and darkened windows.
I looked over to Alexander. He slumped, very slightly, in his seat. I could see that he was a little deflated, as though a weight had been lifted off him. Or maybe a new weight had been put on his back. I studied him carefully. I tried to dig deep in my mind for something to say to him. You did great! I could say. It already sounded stupid. He didn’t need my approval.
I imagined you fucking me in front of all those reporters. Drinking your cum while the cameras captured every moment. Letting you dominate me in front of millions, the world would see how powerful you are.
I said nothing. I could do nothing. I was not even sure of what had happened in the press conference before. Strauss Engines was moving in a new direction, that much I was sure of. But what did that even mean? Come to think of it, I didn’t even know the direction Strauss Engines was going in before, let alone now. There was so much I was going to have to learn. I knew practically nothing. Before, I could get away with knowing nothing. Now, I was the assistant to the CEO! I would have to study. Hard.
The tension grew. I wanted to say something to break the silence but I couldn’t think of a single thing to say. I wondered if Alexander felt half as awkward as I did. Did he feel like he had not done well at the press conference? Or did he always act this way after speaking before dozens of reporters, and by proxy millions of viewers at home? I didn’t even know how I felt, let alone how he felt.
Alexander looked out the window. I thought of what he had said at the press conference. Strauss Engines was going to be working with a development team that specialized in water filtration systems for Indian villages. The rumors of Alexander Strauss as a ruthless businessman and womanizer didn’t line up with this new direction of the company. Would a man obsessed with business venture into making water filters for Indian villages? There couldn’t be any money in it. It had to be an altruistic venture. A businessman deemed “ruthless”, who loved women, wouldn’t waste his time trying to help the poor and needy in India. That kind of man would only be concerned with making money and getting his dick wet.
I studied Alexander Strauss. I wanted to understand what kind of man this was. My own perception of him was inadvertently changing. I could tell that there was much more to the man than I had thought. There was probably more to him than anybody even knew. There was a well of deep emotion in him. Already he had turned his company towards doing good in the world. It was risky, that much I could tell from William Henderson’s reaction. How risky, I had no way of knowing. The press conference had been a major event, that much was true. But just how major? Alexander Strauss was making some sort of risk to make the world a better place. My interest in him only deepened.
Alexander turned towards me and grabbed me. I let out a small gasp out of surprise before his lips met mine fiercely. Our tongues flowed in and out of each other’s. His hand caressed the side of my face and his mouth enveloped me. He kissed me hungrily. My eyes closed. I could hardly breathe, not from Alexander’s embrace, but my own excitement.
His hand slid down my face slowly and wrapped around my right breast. He squeezed tightly and my nipple hardened immediately. I broke the kiss to breathe in a heavy breath and a moan escaped. He pushed my head back to his lips with his other hand, his urge to maintain the kiss turning me on so much that the panties were now soaked all the way through. I worried that soon it would flow through the dress and it might be ruined.
Alexander pushed me back and held my face with both his hands. A fire burned in his eyes and he pushed his gaze into my eyes. We looked into each other’s eyes and I breathed even heavier, feeling light-headed and high. He threw me back, hard, against the leather seat and his hands grabbed my shirt. The buttons exploded as he tore it off in one grunted rip. I didn’t give a single thought to the expensive shirt that was now ruined, ripped into two pieces. I raised my arms to start shredding clothing and he pushed my arms back, hard.
“You follow. I lead.”
He grabbed my heels and threw them out, breaking the tiny straps as he did so. He was a tornado tearing through me. My shirt lay torn in pieces on the limousine floor, now accompanied by the skirt that was perfectly tailored to my figure. I heard rips as it came off my hips, the delicate fabric ruined forever. I breathed in and out loudly, my chest heaving upwards with every movement of his hands on my clothing. I wanted them off, badly. He was my savior, freeing me from the barrier that separated our skin. When I had been stripped down to the lingerie, his fury towards my clothes abated.
“Unbutton my pants. Slowly. I want you unlace my shoes first, and place them carefully next to the pile of your clothes. Then you will slide my pants off.” His voice filled my ears like sweet music.
I unbuttoned his pants. My hands worked through the buttons on his tailored pants as slowly as someone working with highly explosive material. I could feel the stiff object in his pants, begging for me to give it my undivided attention. My palms slid over his cock as I unbuttoned the first button. I pushed down gently, applying a little pressure against his cock. I could hear his breathing increase slightly. The agony between my legs, crying out for this object to fill its every need, was almost overwhelming. But I was to focus on him now, and it turned me on even more as I concentrated on him. The second button popped open as I rested my face against the outline of his cock. I could feel its warmth through his fine cotton pants. I wanted to feel it sliding against my tongue, pushing against the back of my throat.
His pants slid off with my gentle pulling and I folded them and placed them next to the shoes. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock lay against his perfect skin. I thought of how a thin layer of clothes had separated his dick from me the entire day, and I looked at it hungrily. Alexander’s hand slid under my chin and raised my eyes to him. He nodded and pushed my head down onto his cock. He held my head in hands and slowly raised his hips against me, sliding
up into my throat with every thrust.
Spit flowed over his hard dick. It seemed so big in my mouth, filling it entirely. My tongue worked madly over every succulent inch of his smooth cock. It glistened as he slid my head back, exposing the entire cock for me to see. He moved my lips against the shaft until they slid down to below, where my tongue worked greedily. He let out a slight moan. I worked my tongue against his smooth skin and caressed every inch, then sucked hard on his sensitive skin. My hand found its way to his wet shaft and worked up and down as my tongue licked madly. Then he raised my head and brought it down forcefully on his inflamed cock and I felt it pound against the back of my throat.
I fought back the urge to choke as it slid down further than I had ever had a dick in my throat. It was as though he was inside me entirely, and I breathed in slowly. My tongue worked on the bottom of his shaft. My nose pressed against the skin and I breathed in the enticing smell of him. When I felt like I would pass out from the sheer ecstasy of the moment, the all-encompassing want of his passion, he pulled my head back and I gasped for air.
Alexander stood up in the huge limousine and threw me against one of the seats. He tore off my lingerie thong like it had been nothing more than paper and spread my legs. For a maddening few seconds that seemed more like years, he did nothing but stare at my soaking wet pussy, exposed for him to drink up with his eyes. I ached with want. He looked up at me, and then without breaking eye contact, his tongue slid up between my lips. I quivered as the sensation rocked through my whole body. I almost came immediately. His hands wrapped around my ass and his tongue pushed past my lips and into my pussy, working in and out.
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 down between my legs were forceful, and I wondered to myself if this was too rough. Too aggressive. Yet it felt fucking 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 enveloped me in a breathless scream of pleasure. It was too much, and I came, breathing heavily and biting my lip so hard that I tasted a little blood. Stars exploded behind my eyes. Any thoughts of being in the back of a limousine or visible to the world in any way, which we weren’t behind those black windows, drifted away. My orgasm rocketed through my stomach and wrapped itself around my entire body.
I moaned, unable to hold it back.
Alexander’s free hand, the one not working my ass, grabbed my face and squeezed. He was in complete control of me. The orgasm doubled in its intensity and peaked. Alexander’s 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 hot cum 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 Alexander, 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 said. Alexander 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. Alexander 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 Three
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 lead 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 Alexander standing in it, 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 Alexander’s 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,” Alexander said.
“Thank you,” I said, filled with wonder. “This isn’t exactly an apartment, you know?”
“Oh?” Alexander said, a hint of intrigue in his voice.
“No, this is a palace.”
Alexander smi
led. He walked into the condo and turned to me 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 Alexander’s bedroom.
“There is a bathroom with a nice shower for you. There’s a towel and a bathrobe hanging on the rack for you,” Alexander said. I paused to reflect that he said “a bathroom” and not “the bathroom”. How many bathrooms 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,” I said.
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. Next to a window, a very large window that overlooked the entire city, a bonsai tree sat. It was perfectly maintained. I pictured Alexander Strauss standing naked before the window, in front of the entire city without anyone realizing it, trimming and watering his bonsai tree. Diligently maintaining it every day. I ran a hand very gently over the tree.
