by J. D. Chase
‘You should charm the inspector, Xander,’ she purred. ‘You could chat her up. I bet she’d agree to anything.’
‘This isn’t Fawlty Towers, for fuck’s sake,’ Isla cried. ‘Xander won’t be chatting anyone up.’
‘What’s Fawlty Towers?’ Belinda asked.
‘Jealous,’ Xander whispered, out of Belinda’s earshot, making Isla glare at him.
She turned to Belinda. ‘Never mind. Right, back to work. As soon as she’s gone to lunch, let us know. And when Nadine comes in, send her to us. Don’t tell her anything. We’ll fill her in.’
‘Okay. I’m looking forward to our conversation about my promotion,’ Belinda gushed before she walked to the door. ‘My mum’s going to be so proud of me.’
‘Oh and Belinda, send Derek in please. I’d better bring him up to speed.’
The next hour was spent in a similar vein. Once key staff had been informed, Xander went to supervise the arrival and dissemination of his staff. Isla hung her jacket on the back of her chair and scrolled through the hotel grading criteria, on the off chance that she could identify anything that would prevent them from obtaining at least a four-star grading that could be rectified at such short notice.
By the time Xander returned, her head was banging. He’d been to the restaurant next door and had reiterated Belinda’s message and explained why he’d brought his kitchen staff in at short notice. He’d offered the manager a substantial amount of compensation for ending the hotel’s meal arrangement early as long as the hotel inspector was taken care of. Apparently, the manager was very happy with the deal.
Isla just couldn’t relax. There was too much at stake. If they were awarded a three-star grading, it would be a nightmare. She’d hoped to have time to get the hotel back to a five-star standard before they were inspected but it wasn’t to be. Xander locked the doors. She looked at him expectantly.
Now what’s he up to?
‘Red, you’re going to blow this if you don’t relax. I know just how to relieve your tension.’
She shook her head as he advanced. ‘No way. I don’t feel remotely horny. There’s no way I can switch off everything that’s going around my head. Today of all days, we need to keep a professional distance. Don’t you realise how important this inspection is?’
He faced her, placing his hands on the desk and leaning in. ‘Of course I do. That’s why it’s crucial that you relax. And what do you mean, you don’t feel horny? You’re in my presence. I’m offended.’
He picked up the dice. ‘Do you remember how I can clear your mind in this very office . . . erase your worries? Do you remember how exhilarating it feels to fuck hard in here? There’s no way I’m letting you turn me down twice in one day. All work and no orgasms is not good for your mental health, Red. Listen to your pussy. It wants my cock. It wants to make your back arch as it clenches around it, trying to milk my balls dry. Ooh, just the thought is making my cock twitch.’ He rubbed his cock through his clothing.
Don’t you dare . . .
He stared at her breasts, encased in her lace bra and silk blouse and then trailed his eyes reluctantly back to hers. His eyes were dark indicators of his arousal and she knew that he’d seen her nipples peaking under his gaze. That knowledge further heated her veins, making her heart thump erratically.
‘You want it, Red. You want to be bent over this very desk and fucked into oblivion and you’ll feel better for it, isn’t that right?’
Her eyes were mesmerised by his soft lips as much as her ears were by his words. She nodded, swallowing hard.
How does he do this to me? I really wasn’t horny. Not remotely. And he hasn’t even laid a finger on me . . .
‘Strip. Now.’
Her body was obeying him before her brain had fully registered his words. Her fingers hastily unfastened her trousers before she pushed them, and her knickers, to the floor. She folded them and laid them on her chair.
‘Faster or I’ll rip that silk blouse clean off you,’ he growled as rubbed the heel of his hand across his blatant erection.
She pulled the whole thing over her head before he had a chance to send buttons flying everywhere. She knew the threat was real, even before he reached out and dragged the lace bra up over her heavy breasts.
‘Sit on the desk.’
She hopped up and he pulled her bottom to the edge then forced her thighs apart.
He took in her naked glory. ‘Beautiful,’ he whispered. ‘Slick, pink and proud.’
Her pussy clenched at his words.
‘And such a wanton whore,’ he murmured as his head bent.
He breathed in as though he were a connoisseur of fine wine, inhaling a particularly rare vintage.
‘And eminently edible.’
He swooped and feasted on her in his own uniquely animalistic fashion. He hadn’t been able to shave that morning and his stubble was rough on her most tender of places. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled, crushing him to her. He gripped her thighs, digging his fingers into her flesh as he growled into her. In response, she began to slide her pussy up and down against his adoring face.
She came hard in record speed but he wasn’t done. Even as she was still recovering from the ravishing waves, he pulled her off the desk. He kissed her hard. She could taste herself and she fed hungrily from his mouth. When he pulled away she was completely breathless. She ran her tongue over her lips and flicked her eyes down to his crotch, signalling her desire.
His eyebrow twitched but he had other ideas.
‘Bend and spread.’ The words were hissed softly but she knew the menace behind them if she didn’t comply immediately.
She draped her top half over the table and he stepped up to her, still completely clothed.
‘Fuck, you look sexy, laid there for the taking. Swollen from your orgasm and trickling come.’ He freed his angry looking cock through his fly and was just about to slide it inside her when her desk phone rang out. The shrill sound made Isla straighten but Xander pushed her back down as he reached for the phone.
‘We’re busy,’ he barked. ‘Whatever it is, sort it. That’s what you’re paid for.’ Then he slammed the phone down.
Isla was about to berate him and ask what the call was about but she felt the head of his cock sliding up and down her slit and all other thoughts flew from her mind. She braced herself, knowing that this was going to be brutal and fast – just the way she liked it.
He pushed the very tip inside her and she pushed back, unable to help herself. Immediately, he withdrew.
‘Oh no, my greedy little slut. You’ll have it when I’m good and ready.’
Isla gritted her teeth to stop herself responding. It would only make it worse for her and, while she liked that, she knew that there was a real risk of someone knocking on the door at any moment. It would be unwise to prolong Xander’s idea of foreplay. Whatever crisis was besetting the hotel, she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist teasing and tormenting her if she fought fire with fire. Her body was still suffering the effects of their games of the night before.
He reached under her and grabbed her tits roughly and he began to thrust his cock up and down her slit, coating it with her wetness.
‘Hmm, so wet, so quickly. I approve, my wanton, cock-hungry lover.’
The sensation of his silky cock sliding freely up and down her slick labia always drove her towards insanity. She wanted his cock inside her and it was so close but she knew that Xander would fuck her when he was good and ready, and that he was likely to push her to her limit before he did so, should he feel so inclined.
He obviously did.
He released one of her breasts and she heard him spit. His crudely lubed finger pushed inside her anus and still he slid his cock tantalisingly along her pussy, back and forth, sliding across her greedy hole. Isla could have screamed in frustration. She gripped the edge of the desk until her knuckles were white.
She felt the stretch increase.
‘That’s two fingers fuckin
g your arse, you filthy bitch and I can see how you still want more. I should have known after your greedy three-fingered fucking last night.’
She heard him sliding something across the desk before she heard him spit.
Oh my God, he’s going to try to get his whole fist in there at this rate. He’ll surely tear me in two.
But no, she felt his fingers slide out of her. Immediately, she bemoaned their absence. She need not have worried.
She felt something cold pushing against her slackened ring. And then she felt herself stretching . . . and stretching.
Oh my God. What the fucking hell is that?
And still it stretched until she felt something pop inside. Whatever it was, it filled her.
What the hell? It feels massive . . . and heavy . . . and oh so cold.
‘Xander, dare I ask what you’ve just inserted into my arse?’
He bent over her so that his mouth was close to her ear. ‘Don’t think, Red. Just feel.’
Typical! Why can he nev—- Ooh . . . Oh. My. God.
Xander bit the back of her shoulder, just as he slid his cock inside her pussy. The sensation was indescribable. Her eyes almost rolled back inside her head as her temperature raised a few degrees leaving her feeling more hot and bothered than she could ever remember. She felt like she was stuffed beyond her limit . . . down there. Her whole body felt alert and hypersensitive. She could feel his breath on her back, her nipples scraping on the desk, her aching breasts squeezed against the cool wood. And she could feel his rigid cock pressing against that hard object as it slid all the way inside her and then it felt like it was going to push it out. She tried to grip it with her anal muscles.
It’s moving . . . it’s going to pop out of my arse. But oh God, that feels sooooo good.
But she felt his fingers preventing whatever it was from ejecting. Her internal muscles were in a frenzy trying to grip both objects. It wasn’t a conscious effort on her part – it just happened. And then he began to pull his cock back out.
Whoa! That feels odd. Oh but it feels good. Better than good.
She could grip the unidentified object and hold it in place easily as his cock pulled almost completely out, marvelling at the heavy weight of it. But then he pushed back into her and the process began again. She relaxed – mentally if not physically – when she realised that he was going to help her keep both inside her.
He began to establish a slow rhythm. ‘What does it feel like, Red, to be doubly penetrated by two rock solid objects? Hmm? Tell me. Is it good? Does it feel like two men are fucking you at once? You’d like that, wouldn’t you my cock-hungry slut?’
Isla struggled to find her voice. How could she describe something indescribable? How could she even speak when he was subjecting her to such overwhelming pleasure?
A low moan escaped from her lips as he pushed inside her faster than before.
‘Oh my beautiful, sexy, filthy, little fuck toy . . . have I finally found a way to shut you up?’
She tried to retaliate but all that came out of her mouth was, ‘Mmmm . . . ohhhh.’
He began thrusting with more force. Isla felt that she really couldn’t take it. She wanted to wriggle out from underneath him but she couldn’t move – he was pinning her down. Worse than that, she felt an orgasm building swiftly.
Oh God, no. Please no. I don’t think I could stand it . . .
But she was powerless to resist. Loud, unintelligible moans came from deep inside her. Xander grabbed her knickers and stuffed them in her mouth to stifle the sound but he didn’t slow his pace.
Isla’s body began to tremble violently, her knees buckling but the desk had her weight. Her muffled groans filled the office until she began to claw at the desk, grasping at anything until she reached the summit of her climax. Spasms of divine destruction ravaged her body as a muffled scream rose from her burning lungs. She felt the solid object slide from her body and heard a dull thud as it hit the floor.
She heard a guttural sound emit from Xander’s throat before he grabbed a fistful of her hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her upright. She gripped the desk, lest her weak knees fail to hold her up. His teeth sank into the hollow of her neck, just above her collar bone as he muffled his own cry as he came.
He lowered them on to the desktop. Isla pulled her knickers from her mouth as she struggled to get her breath.
Fuck. Fuck. Fucking hell!
Slowly her body began to relax except for her pussy. It tingled, it twitched and spasmed at will for several minutes.
‘Is that better, Red?’
‘Well, except for the fact that there appears to be a party in my pussy, yes.’
He laughed and then propped himself up on an elbow. ‘A party for three?’
‘Huh?’
‘Your pussy, my cock and . . .’
‘And what?’
He stood. ‘That.’
She turned over to find that he was pointing at the floor a short distance away from the desk.
She leaned over to look where his finger was indicating. She gasped.
‘No way,’ she breathed.
‘Yes way,’ he muttered.
The bastard even had the nerve to give her a ‘Don’t come the innocent with me, that’s been in your arse’ look as he bent and picked up the oval-shaped, glass paperweight that usually sat on the desk.
‘Fuck me,’ she whispered.
‘That’s what I thought when it caught my eye,’ he grinned as he began to toss it up in the air and catch it repeatedly. ‘Glad you approve.’
She opened her mouth to admonish him but he just laughed as he caught the weighty object in his outstretched palm.
She shook her head. ‘You’re a fucking deviant, Xander Rhodes.’
‘Says she who just fucked it. And admit it, Red. You fucking loved it.’
‘I’ll do no such thing,’ she scowled as she began to dress. ‘As far as I’m concerned, that never happened.’
He grinned as he pulled his foreskin back over the head of his cock. ‘Okay, it can be our little secret . . . until the next time. You can deny it to me until you’re blue in the face but you know how good it felt and you know how every single time you sit down today, you’re going to be reminded of that fact. Every time you feel the tenderness – right there, you’re going to feel the memory of my cock and that paperweight stretching you to that mind-blowing conclusion . . . and you’re going to want to feel it again. Don’t bother to deny it, I know you too well.’
Ramming her feet into her heels, she ignored him and walked over to the door, already feeling the said tenderness. As she passed through it, she heard him chuckling as he dressed.
Cocky fucking twat!
Chapter Twelve
As Isla dashed up to the suite to shower and change, Xander went to check on how his staff were integrating with Rouge Passion’s. Everything was running smoothly and he was assured that everyone was up to speed with information on the hotel and what was required of them. As he walked back through the lobby, a well-dressed lady in her mid-forties walked towards him on her way out of the hotel. He smiled and asked whether she was enjoying her stay and whether there was anything she needed. She smiled reassuringly and said that so far, her stay was enjoyable but she’d be sure to let him know if she thought of anything.
Belinda was desperately trying to get his attention behind the woman’s back without making it blatantly obvious. Xander noticed that it was beginning to rain outside so he informed the inspector and asked if she required an umbrella or a cab. She looked through the revolving door and said that yes, an umbrella would be most appreciated. He called over to Derek and asked him to furnish the guest with one. Derek looked blank but, seemingly from nowhere, but in reality from the bar, Xander’s own concierge appeared with an umbrella in his hand. He accompanied her through the revolving door and then opened the umbrella before handing it over.
Derek and Belinda watched with raised eyebrows.
‘And that, Derek, is how
the concierge of a five-star hotel operates,’ Xander replied in answer to their mystified expressions.
‘Good job, Bill,’ he said to the other man when he returned through the revolving door. ‘I think Derek could learn a lot from you.’
‘Xander,’ Belinda hissed, finally finding her voice. ‘That was her. You know her.’
‘Yes, I could tell from the way you looked to be having some sort of seizure. Bill, you know what to do. Which room is she in, Belinda?’
‘203,’ she replied.
‘Give Bill a room key then. He’s going to update the information in her room.’ He gave a conspiratorial wink and then went in search of Isla.
He found her coming out of her suite. ‘Ms Inspector has gone to lunch. My concierge is about to update the menu and do a sweep of her room. There’s not much he can do without her spotting that someone has been busy in her absence but if there’s anything missing that he can rectify, he’ll find it. He’ll turn down the bed, change the lighting and whatever else an evening housekeeper would do too. That’s five-star service, you know.’
As they waited for the lift, Isla rubbed her bottom subconsciously.
‘A little tender are we?’ Xander enquired, a roguish expression on his face.
‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she replied, batting her eyelashes innocently.
The lift doors opened and Bill stepped out.
‘When you’ve done that, Bill, would you have someone bring over my suitcases from my suite please? I’m in dire need of a shave and a change of clothes.’
‘Of course, Mr Rhodes.’
‘Your concierge, I take it. I think I recognise him. Do you think he could give Derek some lessons while he’s here?’ she joked.
‘He already is. Derek will be the best concierge in the area when Bill’s finished with him.’
‘Bloody hell, when you mean business, you’re a force to be reckoned with. Was this going to happen anyway, or was it prompted by the inspection?’
‘My eye has been off the ball of late, well, in a business sense. Too much going on elsewhere but now I’m fully focused on this place. I want it to run as smoothly as possible. And it will. Mark my words, it will. We’ll drag it up to five stars if it kills us.’
