Faith: You cook?
Alexio: I’m mediocre in the kitchen, but I’m pretty good on the grill.
Faith: Okay, I’ll be there at five!
Alexio: See you then.
* * *
Later that day
It was a little strange to pull up in front of Alexio’s mansion. When we were alone in my apartment, it was easy to forget how rich he was. I expected Olivia to greet me at the door, but Alexio opened it before I could knock. We shared a kiss, and then he told me that he had given his staff the night off. It was just going to be the two of us, and I was pretty sure that meant we were going to end up in the bedroom before the night was over—or the couch—either way, the red panties underneath my dress were probably going to come off. I followed him through the house and outside to a screened in porch. The grill was smoking, and it smelled delicious. He opened the top so he could flip a couple of steaks and then closed it.
“It’s a good thing you’re on time. I would hate for them to get cold.” He chuckled under his breath and turned to me.
“You’re not going to let me live that one down, are you?” I shook my head back and forth, but I couldn’t stifle my smile.
“I don’t have much to tease you about.” He walked over and put his hands on my hips.
“I guess that’s true…” I looked up at him.
Alexio crushed my lips with a kiss that was a lot more passionate than the one we shared at the front door. I melted into his arms as his lips sealed to mine, and he forced his tongue into my mouth. There was something about the way he kissed me—like my lips were the only ones he had ever tasted that mattered. When he finally pulled away, my knees were weak, and I had to lean against one of the wooden beams for support. He walked back to the grill and checked on the steaks—it appeared that they were ready, so he started removing them. As delicious as they smelled, I wasn’t hungry anymore—not for what was on the plate at least. I wanted something else—something that I had never had before. I wanted him, and I didn’t just want his tongue—I wanted to feel him throbbing inside me while he stripped every shred of my innocence away.
“I know you said that you didn’t want them to get cold…” I followed him into the dining room.
“Do you feel like you need a spontaneous nap?” He put down the plate and turned to me.
“No.” I bit down on my bottom lip and shook my head. “I would like to go to the bedroom—but I don’t want to sleep there.”
“Are you sure?” He walked over to me and put his hands on my hips.
“No,” I sighed. “I’m certain.”
Alexio’s lips found mine again. They felt so good—so natural. His hands explored my body, and then he scooped me into his arms. He was so strong that he lifted me effortlessly—like I was nothing more than a feather. He held me against his chest, and I threw an arm over his shoulder. I still didn’t know if I could be the submissive girl he wanted—but I wanted to be his. He carried me up the stairs and walked towards one of the rooms. It was a lavish bedroom that looked like it belonged in a palace. When he put me on the mattress, I sank into it like I had been gently placed on a cloud. His lips started to tease my skin while his hands tore at my clothes. I could feel his cock against me—he was already throbbing with anticipation.
“I want another taste of your sweet cherry before I claim it.” He pressed his lips to my neck and started moving down my chest.
He slid my dress up my hips and pulled my panties tight around my hips before he stripped them off. His tongue pressed against my clit and started to circle the hard knot that had already formed. I was wet and ready for him—but his tongue felt so damn good that I couldn’t resist it. He circled my clit several times before moving down to the entrance of my pussy—then he plunged his tongue inside me. It felt amazing, but it wasn’t what I truly craved—my body was begging for something else. He slid his tongue back to my clit, and then I felt his finger against my pussy. He gently pushed it inside me and began to move his tongue in quick rotations around my clit. I might have been craving more than his finger, but the combination felt amazing. I squirmed on the mattress, and after several minutes, I felt the pressure inside me begin to build.
“Oh god…” My back arched, and I moaned.
He started to move his finger inside me faster. He only went as deep as my hymen—never pushing hard enough to break it. The pressure started to build really fast. My muscles tightened up, and I knew I was about to come. I dug my nails into his shoulder, and a loud moan rushed from my throat. The pleasure was intense and wonderful—it shot surges of beautiful bliss through my veins. My pussy started to spasm on his finger and then the pressure released. Endorphins flooded my whole body. The combination of his tongue and finger made the orgasm peak faster than normal. The euphoria overwhelmed me and made my head spin before it finally began to fade. The orgasm gave me a release, but it didn’t take away the desire. It just made me want him even more.
His lips began to kiss the sensitive skin above my clit—then he moved to my abdomen and started sliding my dress up. I was exhausted, but I lifted off the mattress so he could remove it. He tossed it onto the floor and then started to remove my bra. He leaned forward and kissed my left breast—licking the nipple until it was a hard nub against his tongue. He quickly moved to the right one, and I writhed on the bed when he brought those pleasure points to life. His lips moved up to my neck and then I felt them against my ear.
“Your body belongs to me tonight and once I claim you...” He exhaled sharply. “You’re going to be mine forever.”
“Are you sure?” I moaned and arched my back. “What if I can’t give you everything that you want?”
“This is what I want—it’s all that matters.” He leaned back and started removing his shirt.
Alexio’s upper torso was covered in gorgeous tattoos, and his physique was even more impressive than I realized. His shirt hit the floor beside my dress and then he reached for his belt, but I stopped him. I pushed his hands away and started to remove his belt myself. I pulled it out of his pants, then unfastened them—moving my hand against his cock as much as I could in the process. I slid his pants down as far as I could, and he kicked them the rest of the way off. His hands forced my thighs apart, and he moved between them. I felt his cock against the entrance of my pussy, and my mouth opened with a wide gasp when he began to push the head inside me. I was so wet that it didn’t take much effort, but I grimaced when I felt my pussy being stretched around his girth for the very first time.
“Are you ready to be mine?” He leaned forward, and his cock went deeper.
“Yes…” I grimaced from the pain, but a twinge of pleasure made me moan.
I wanted to be the woman in his bed—the woman in his arms—and I wanted him to be the man that claimed my innocence. There was uncertainty spinning in my head about the future, but I knew what I wanted in that moment. It was all I could focus on. He pushed his cock deeper, pulled back, gave me a few quick thrusts, and then he was against my hymen. He gave it a thrust hard enough to tear through the thin membrane and then the sting of my shattered innocence made me wince. It didn’t hurt as much as I expected, but there was a burning sensation when he stretched that part of my pussy around his girth. I internalized that pain and kept myself in the moment. The moment was all that mattered.
“You feel so damn good.” He pushed a little deeper and moaned. “I could spend all night inside this tight pussy and never get enough.”
“I’m not going anywhere…” I forced a smile and bit down on my bottom lip.
“No, you’re not.” He shook his head back and forth with a growl resonating in his throat. “You belong to Daddy now.”
He leaned forward and started kissing my neck, slowly moving to my lips. His hips began to move in a rhythm. He gave me a few quick thrusts, pushed a little deeper, and then followed that with several harder ones. The quick thrusts felt good—the harder ones felt amazing—especially after I had time to adjust to the
way he moved inside me. His finger brought me bliss—his tongue took me to heaven—his throbbing cock took me to another plane of existence. The pressure was building, and he hadn’t buried the entirety of his length yet, but that was definitely going to happen. I could see the fire burning in his eyes. That passionate desire belonged to me—I put it there—and I was going to be the one that embraced it when he erupted inside my pussy. He gave me a few thrusts that were harder than the others—hard enough to drive me into the mattress—and I gasped when the euphoric burst swept through my veins.
“Harder.” I dug my nails into his back. “That felt so good. Fuck me harder, Daddy!”
Every time I say that word—it just does something to me.
“I will turn this bed into splinters if that is what it takes to make you come.” He growled into my ear.
It wasn’t going to take that much—but damn if I didn’t believe he would actually go through with it. His muscles flexed, and he started to hammer my pussy. The pain was still there, but it was dulled—especially when he went deep enough to drive his cock into my g-spot. The pleasure immediately got more intense, and I felt the pressure building. He lifted up and gave me a thrust hard enough to make the bed shake, and then our bodies were connected—his balls were against my skin—I had every inch of him inside me. He left it buried there for a couple of seconds and then his thrusts got really hard. The bed creaked underneath us, and the headboard slammed into the wall. His dick began to throb every time he drove it into my pussy. It felt so good that I couldn’t even speak—all I could do was moan.
“Are you going to come for me?” He pressed his lips to my ear. “I want to feel it.”
My response was a yes that was muffled beneath a gasp. The pounding thrusts took me to the edge, and there was no way I could stop myself from going over it. The pressure started to release, and my pussy spasmed on his length. Every muscle in my body seized up and my nails dug in so hard I thought I would break skin, but I couldn’t let go. The orgasm began to consume me. Alexio never stopped thrusting—even when my pussy squeezed his cock—he just picked up the pace and hammered me harder. The peak of bliss took my entire body into a paradise of euphoria, and his quick, powerful thrusts kept slamming into me. The orgasm never got a chance to fade. I fell away from the peak, and then another orgasm ripped through my body. It was followed by a scream—so loud that it was a good thing we weren’t in my apartment because the neighbors would have probably been beating on my door.
“Don’t stop Daddy—I want you to come inside me! Oh god!” My words were hurried—trapped beneath gasps and moans.
He didn’t just make me come—he set off a chain reaction of orgasms that devoured my sanity. I forgot who I was—forgot everything except the beauty of that pleasure. Alexio’s cock throbbed, and he pulsated each time he went deep. His thrusts began to get erratic. He was about to come. He drove his cock deep and left it there—then I felt cum surging through his shaft. It flooded my pussy and triggered another orgasm. Thick ropes of his seed followed every pulsation, and then he began to thrust again. They were quick and hard. Each one of them forced more cum from his balls until he was completely drained. He continued driving his cock into me until my last orgasm started to fade. I sank into the mattress, and he fell forward, shifting his weight to hit the bed beside me.
“Oh my god…” I sighed and felt his arms wrap around me. “That was incredible.”
“We’re not done yet.” He moved his hand to my abdomen and began to massage my clit. “You’re mine tonight—and I’m not going to stop enjoying your body until the sun comes up.”
Those steaks are definitely going to be cold before we ever make it back downstairs.
Alexio
The next day
I woke up the next day with exhausted muscles and the most beautiful pair of pale-blue eyes watching me sleep. I wanted to stay there with her forever, but while I had scaled things back at Hawkins Capital to let others step up, I still had to run the company. The steaks we planned to eat the night before were still sitting on the table when I got downstairs. We never made it back to them—which meant both of us were famished. I put together a quick breakfast, and then shared one last kiss before we had to part ways. We made plans to see each other again after work but ordering in seemed like a better plan than cooking. If we had to wait around for the food to be delivered, we might actually eat it before we went upstairs.
I was beginning to believe that Faith would never be truly submissive to me—and I was strangely okay with that. I didn’t need the feeling of power and control when I was with her. Just being with her was enough to make the time we spent together special. Hearing her call me Daddy was still a huge turn-on and judging by the way her body moved every time the word left her lips, I was pretty sure she got off on it too. If that was as far as the power dynamic ever shifted, then I wouldn’t push for more. I cared about her too much to try and mold her into the submissive girl that fell to her knees on command if she didn’t find pleasure in it. That could change at some point, but I was fine if it didn’t. I didn’t need to dominate her—I just needed to be the man she clung to when we were together.
“Good morning, Mr. Hawkins!” Deana met me at the elevator with my cup of coffee and a smile on her face.
“Morning—you seem…” I narrowed my eyes. “Oddly chipper.”
“You would be smiling too, if you saw the latest market report for our investments.” Her eyes lit up. “I emailed it to you—but you don’t seem to be checking those after work anymore.”
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “Why bother if it’s good news?”
“It’s very good news.” She nodded quickly and walked back to her desk.
The atmosphere at Hawkins Capital seemed different than what I was used to. People didn’t seem to be on edge—they actually looked like they were having a good morning—just like Deana. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of the changes I had made. I was no longer ruling with an iron fist and a razor sharp tongue—and we were still making money. The investment report was incredible. Part of it was due to an upswing in the market and that had made the hiccup with the system and the extra money we had to spend to acquire Stone Properties hit us less than it should have. I was happy, but apprehensive because the market could have easily shifted in the opposite direction. That was one thing we couldn’t control, no matter how good our investments were.
“Mr. Hawkins, do you have a moment?” Dave tapped on my door and pushed it open.
“I don’t know—let me look at my calendar.” I turned towards the computer.
“Deana said it’s clear.” He walked into my office.
“Yes, it looks like it is.” I nodded and turned back towards him. “Do you have more good news for me, or did you come to talk about the latest investment report?”
“Trust me, I spent at least thirty minutes making sure I wasn’t seeing things when I saw it, but this is about a company that I have my eye on.” He held up a tablet and put it down in front of me.
“Didn’t we schedule a weekly meeting to go over future acquisitions?” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Yes sir, but I think this one is worth talking about now.” He sat down. “It’s called Viking Electronics.”
“Electronics?” I raised an eyebrow. “That’s a volatile investment. We don’t usually go after companies like that. You never know when something shiny and new will put them out of business because they don’t have the latest tech.”
“I know, but this company is different.” He moved his finger across the screen to show me the stock report. “They’re making a critical component for one of Elon Musk’s rockets—you know, the rockets that are supposed to take us to Mars one day.”
“I’m skeptical of that. Space is complicated. We haven’t even been back to the moon—how the fuck are we ever going to get to Mars?” I sighed and shook my head. “I doubt it’ll happen in our lifetime.”
“You may be right, but
that doesn’t change the fact that Elon Musk has plenty of money to waste on it, and he’s testing a new rocket every week. I doubt he’s going to stop anytime soon.” Dave slid his finger to a diagram that showed which components Viking Electronics made for the rockets. “There are other companies that are planning tests too, and they can’t do it without the chip that Viking Electronics is producing.”
“If it’s a good investment, wouldn’t Elon Musk have locked it down? He could buy this company with pocket change.” I studied the diagram and scrolled through a few screens.
“That’s not what he wants. He loves the competition. Besides, if someone else does produce a better rocket, he’s just going to buy it—that will probably cheaper than buying all the companies making the parts.” Dave shrugged. “Either way, investors are turning and burning Viking Electronics stock—there’s enough in the open market to get control of the company if we tried.”
“Hmm.” I leaned back in my chair. “I guess there aren’t many funds out there with the capital to buy all of the stock—nor are they willing to take that kind of risk in the long term.”
“Exactly.” Dave smiled. “The price will obviously go up if we start buying, so we need to make sure we get enough to control the company before anyone notices.”
“Then we raise the price of everything they sell and never look back…” I chuckled under my breath. “You might be on to something. Let me review things a little more, and I’ll get back to you.”
What Dave had presented was one step below a hostile takeover. We called it a neutral acquisition since we had no idea how the people who ran the company would react when they realized they were under our umbrella—and answering to us. There were a lot of companies out there that leveraged their stock for capital so they could get projects off the ground. It was rare for another company to just sweep in and buy enough shares to make decisions—it was also rare for that much stock to be available on the open market. The risk associated with Viking Electronics didn’t make it a long term investment in most broker’s portfolio. They used it to turn a quick profit, then dumped the stock so they could move on to something else. Day Traders loved stock like that, but they had no real interest in the company itself once they made their shortsighted gain. If we acquired enough shares to technically own Viking Electronics, then we would be intertwined in their future projects—but it did look like a damn good investment.
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