by Alana Davis
I moaned loudly. Alex made no move to stop me. I cried out with every move of his tongue in and out of my pussy. It was as though it were electric, vibrating inside of me and moving through my entire nervous system. His fingers slid in and out of me, pushing up against my g-spot. I writhed in the bed, fighting against my restraints to grab Alex and force him to penetrate me.
His tongue moved with fury against my tender skin. I cried out in ecstasy when his fingers clasped on my nipples and tugged on them, moving them back and forth. I was going to come. I cried out his name, loud enough so it was practically a scream and the orgasm broke through. I clasped my jaw down and cried out as the orgasm tore through my body with a fury that I had only experienced with Alex. I saw stars as every muscle in my body tensed up. Waves of pleasure filled me. I felt like I was leaving my body with every lick of his tongue.
“Fuck me!” I screamed.
I felt him push his cock into me, slowly. Every inch pushed deeper and deeper into me as I came. The orgasm went on for an eternity. His tongue worked around my nipples now and I cried out. If I could have thought, I might have wondered how it was possible that I could be coming for that long and that hard. Alex pushed in and out of me, his throbbing cock inside of me. Its warmth filled me and finally the orgasm began to subside.
“I want you to come inside me,” I told him.
He began to breathe loudly and fucked me harder, faster. His stomach pushed against my stomach and when he came, I could feel his hot load filling me. He let out a moan with every shot. I could feel his cock pulsate inside of me. He moved in and out of me until his dick grew soft and he slid out of me, and I cried out at the loss of it inside of me. I wanted him to never leave.
Alex furiously kissed my neck, his hands rubbing through my hair as he did so. His come dripped out of me and I relished in the feel of its warmth against my inner leg. The lace around my hands fell away as Alex untied it and I grabbed his head and pulled it to me, kissing him greedily. I wanted to taste every drop of his sweat and saliva. Our tongues worked against each other’s and he squeezed me in his arms. I was still blindfolded, but I didn’t need to see anything. I was feeling Alexander Strauss.
He untied the blindfold and we lay there on the bed. I ran my hands through his hair and breathed in the scent of him. He smelled wonderful. Breathing him in, sleep enveloped me and I welcomed its embrace.
Chapter Six
I woke up in Alex’s bed. He was gone. I looked over to the clock and panicked when I saw the time. I was already two hours late! I began to get up frantically when I saw a note on the bedside table with my name on it. I read the letter and relaxed.
Samantha,
Take the day off. You’ve done an excellent job, much better than even I could have done. Enjoy the day and use it relax.
-Alex
I got out of bed, still naked from the previous night and walked into the bathroom. I showered with Alex’s amazing shower and felt refreshed. I dressed and moved quietly down into the kitchen. There was fresh coffee in the pot and I helped myself, drinking two full cups and feeling energized. I grabbed a few pieces of fruit and a muffin from a basket on the counter and let myself out.
Downstairs in the garage, I didn’t see a limousine. Rather than call Alex for one or try to hail a cab, I decided to use the subway. I walked out of the garage and from there I was in much larger, more public garage. I walked out onto the street and it was a bright, warm day. The sun felt great against my skin. I felt alive.
I checked my cell phone. Emily had called me a dozen or so times. I figured it was time to call her back. She deserved to be caught up on everything that had happened. I thought for a moment and came to the conclusion that if not for her, I wouldn’t even be where I was right now. If not for Emily, I would not be Alexander Strauss’s personal assistant. I would treat her to the fanciest lunch she’s ever had on my new salary and then take her out for a glorious spa date. I would pamper the hell out of that girl. I had so much money now that I could spread a little of it over to my best friend. She deserved it.
I walked in a daze. I was still amazed by the newness of everything. I was making a ton of money. I was having amazing sex with the most attractive guy I had ever seen. I was important now, making international deals. Life couldn’t be any better.
I thought of hailing and cab and decided to stick to my original idea of taking the subway. I liked the subway. It was always filled with people and I liked the experience, even though I was now wealthy enough to take cabs or limousines anywhere I wanted to go in the city. But it would feel good to sit on the subway car and reflect on my thoughts as just another anonymous commuter.
I swiped my card and walked onto the subway platform. My train was coming soon and I was actually excited to get back to my place. I knew I wasn’t going to stay there much longer, not on my salary, but getting back to my place would reinforce that this whole experience had been real and I was not just delusional.
Then I noticed the man following me.
It looked like he had been reading a book, but his hood was pulled over his head. It was impossible to tell what age he was or what race he even was. Everything around him was dark. It was as though he was a shadow. A pang of fear struck my heart. He glanced over my way every minute or so. I looked at him carefully out of the corner of my eye and thought I saw a camera.
I looked harder. It was definitely a camera. This man was taking pictures of me while pretending to read a book. The train arrived and I walked down to the last car to get away from him. He followed me. I got on the train and was relieved to see it filled with several other passengers. It gave me a sense of safety for the moment. He got on and sat the furthest away from me he could. I looked over to him and noticed him looking at me directly.
I was panicking now. I had to get away from this man. It was my stop. I wasn’t going to get off just yet though. I was trying to think quickly. In one stop the train would connect to another train. Maybe I could lose him if I moved quickly. Luckily, I was wearing shoes I could run in.
The doors opened and I fled. I sprinted down the subway terminal and when I looked over my shoulder, the man was running after me. Now I was filled with terror. He was running after me! Dread filled me as I thought of what he would do if he caught me. I had become aware of him following me. What if he had to cover his tracks now? I fought back tears and ran, acid filling my veins and my muscles cramping.
I saw the connecting train. Its doors were closing. I wasn’t going to make it. Dismay wracked me and I almost gave up running. Everyone had boarded the train and now there was just me and the man who was running after me for god knows what purpose. I did not want to find out, so I kept running.
I reached the train doors just as they closed and I beat my hands against the glass, crying out loudly. Then they popped open! Someone must have pried them open trying to get in further down the train-car. I squeezed myself in and the doors closed quickly behind me. I turned to face the man running and me and I saw him slam against the glass. He tried to pry the doors open but the train was already moving. I couldn’t see his face but I hear him loudly swear as the train left him behind.
I stared out the window at him and saw him turn and run. Oh no! I thought. He must be trying to meet me at the next station! It was possible he would make it too if he ran. It was only two avenues away and the train wasn’t moving very fast. I was breathing so fast that I thought I might pass out.
Keep your cool. You can get off the train and run.
An eternity passed before we reached the next stop. I pushed out of the car and ran again. I jumped through the exit and climbed the stairs three at a time. When I reached the street, I looked around frantically, but I didn’t see him. Then a figure was running through a crowd.
“No, no, no!” I yelled.
I turned and ran, hoping that he hadn’t seen me. I reached the street and a cab nearly ran me over. I jumped in the back seat and it was empty. The cab driver was yelling at me but I
didn’t even hear him.
“Fucking drive!” I screamed, throwing a hundred dollar bill on the front seat.
The cab peeled out and I lay down in the back, hiding myself from view. After a few minutes I sat up and looked around. No one was following us anymore. I struggled against tears as I steadied my breath. The danger that Alex had told me about had just chased me through the subway. I felt stupid for trying to take public transportation. But I hadn’t expected anything like this. And I thought quietly to myself, just what had I expected?
And just what exactly had I gotten myself into?
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