The Alphabet Game the Complete Alpha Series a to X, Y, Z

by Andie M. Long

  ‘Anyway,’ I return to my conversation, ignoring the macho posturing at the other side, ‘I’m only allowed supervised access to my own mother, it would appear. I’m here because he’s offered me the chance to see how The Rodeo works. Gets me out of the way you see. Very convenient for him.’

  Issy flinches at the word Rodeo. ‘Be careful Stella. That’s his playground. His and Arnie’s and you’ll do well to remember that when you go there.’ She seems lost in thought for a few seconds. ‘Don’t get sucked in.’

  ‘I won’t.’

  ‘You say that, but you become desensitised to the debauchery around you, start thinking it’s how everyone is, drop your guard. Then they’ve got you.’ She mimes a noose hanging around her neck. ‘Just be careful.’

  I nod. ‘Issy, I want to ask you some questions. They’re about the past, that’s why we came.’

  She licks her bottom lip and takes a sip of her drink. Then she nods and goes to her handbag where she extracts what I assume is a business card and passes it to me. ‘Here, ring me on my cell tomorrow. I’ll meet you somewhere.’

  I hold it up nearer my eyes and orate the printed words, ‘Isabel Lucas, Accountant. Beauty and brains,’ I say without thinking.

  ‘Yes well the first did me no favours, so I’m working on the second.’

  Blushing I quickly backtrack,‘I’m sorry that was insensitive of me.’ I turn to Gabe. ‘Do you have anything else you want to ask before we leave?’

  He sits there, mouth pinched and eyes cold,‘I’m not quite sure what to say at this lovely and joyous family reunion. Let’s do it again soon?’

  Maddie moves towards him and attempts to put her hand over his, but he moves abruptly away. ‘Gabriel Gregory, you might not agree with my actions but I will not have you disrespect me; I brought you up better than that.’

  He lowers his chin, eyes looking up at her. ‘I’m sorry Mother, but I find my life has turned around somewhat with the opening of a door.’

  ‘Your life hasn’t changed Gabriel,’ says Issy softly. ‘Mine did, but yours hasn’t. It would be best if you left us as we are. Forget you came here.’

  ‘I can’t listen to this crap any longer,’ Gabe announces standing up. ‘I need time to think.’ He looks at me like a lion trying to work out his territory. ‘Are you coming?’ The words sound indifferent, but I know he’s just trying to show a coolness he’s not feeling. I’ve done it so many times myself.

  Looking at Maddie, I shrug. I tell Isabel I’ll ring her and then I hasten my steps to catch up with Gabe.

  He slams the door of the car and drives like we’re in Need for Speed. I try and open my mouth but he just growls and tells me to ‘leave it.’

  We get back to our separate rooms. Opening my door I see mine has now been emptied of candy. I let the door close to. ‘Do you want me to stay with you?’

  ‘No. I need to be on my own.’

  ‘Okay.’ I reach up and kiss his cheek. He stands with his face rigid, unyielding. My lips brush his stubble.

  Turning away from him, I sigh, walk into my room and close the door.

  I’d be lying if I didn’t confess there was some relief to closing that door and being alone. I lay down on my duvet, staring at the intermittent flash of the smoke alarm on the ceiling as my thoughts spiral.

  Gabe has a child. Samuel was a Mini Gabriel. A new future heartbreaker for sure. He was adorable and so I find it hard to admit that I wish he wasn’t Gabe’s. A constant reminder that he was with Issy. Yet Issy doesn’t want anything to do with him. She’s finally found happiness. I wonder what her husband’s like?

  I feel restless. It’s four in the afternoon. I’m visiting The Rodeo tomorrow evening. What shall I do with myself if Gabe doesn’t return? The idea of any dependence on Gabe once again irritates me to the point where I grab my costume and head to the hotel pool and lose myself in laps. It doesn’t work. My thoughts return to him, wondering what he’s doing. I submerge myself, letting the water slowly cover me until I’m consumed by it. That’s what Gabe is doing, consuming me, bit by bit. Maybe instead of fighting it, as I usually do, I could take lessons from my time in water, test my limits, see how long I can last. I push back out of the water, exhilarated.

  After swimming I pop out of the hotel for something to eat as it’s made me hungry. I spot a Starbucks and purchase a latte and a muffin. Memories transport me back to a different Starbucks in another place and time and I smile.

  On return, I knock on Gabe’s door to check how he’s doing, but there’s no reply. Sighing I go back to my room. With nothing else to do, I check my emails, noticing one from someone called “Stellasnewfriend”. I open it and there’s a smiley emoticon with “Had a nice day?” typed underneath. I slam the lid closed in disgust, my anger taken out on the laptop, because there’s nowhere else for it to go.

  Frustrated, I flick through television channels, trying to distract myself. After ordering and eating a room service dinner, I grab my book, climb under the duvet and start reading. It’s been quite a day, I relish the escape into another world. It’s not long before sheer exhaustion hits me and sleep claims me as it’s own.

  I’m awoken with a bang. I hear a rhythmic knocking on my door, loud enough to wake the whole floor.

  ‘Hey, Shtella, open up.’

  The neon lights of the alarm show it’s almost four in the morning. Son of a bitch. I open the door and Gabe falls through it.

  ‘S’morning. Wakey wakey.’

  He reeks of booze. I observe him as he walks in a zig-zag, drops the bag he’s carrying on the floor, lays down across my bed and passes out cold.

  Well thanks a lot.

  I pull off his shoes and get a spare blanket from the wardrobe, laying it over him. Then I attempt to climb in at the side of him, which proves difficult with his diagonal arrangement and the fact that his feet are partly across my side. Then there’s the stench. It’s like sleeping with a vagrant. I head to the bathroom and fill up a tumbler of water, place it on the bedside table on his side and then I crawl back under my duvet, curling my legs up so I fit. It takes me ages to fall back to sleep because I’m in such a stupid position.

  Just after seven I’m woken by an elbow to the face. He’s turned over, thrusting his arm out. I give up and get out of bed. Extracting the key card from the pocket of the jacket in which he’s still attired, I figure I’ll go and get a shower in his room. He doesn’t flinch.

  I see the discarded bag on the floor and pick it up to take into his room.

  The jet of the shower is forceful and as I lather myself up using the hotel supplied mini toiletries I can feel myself becoming more refreshed. I think about Gabe’s father. He must really be nervous that I’m going to discover something about him if he’s threatening me. A smile takes over my face; a feeling of power surging through me. I must be onto something. His rejoicing about any discomfort I have about Samuel’s existence is premature. Yes it’s not ideal, but anyone can have baggage and Gabe’s the victim in this scenario. I begin to look forward to getting started at The Rodeo, hoping I can find information about Mitch and Arnie’s past endeavours. My mind wanders to how much the London branch needs an update. Maybe if I really look at this business and learn, I could get a position at the London branch, bring it up to speed as a premier erotic bar? It could become more than a sex club, maybe there could be burlesque performers, an erotic cabaret? I feel adrenaline start to pump through my body. It really is something to focus on and I can finally use the knowledge I acquired doing my Business Degree to ensure I learn as much about the administration side as I can.

  Flushed from the shower, I wrap myself in a soft fluffy robe and decide to fix myself a drink while I’m in Gabe’s room, as I have nothing to change into apart from putting my nightwear back on. Picking up clean clothes would have made too much noise. I switch the television on, set the coffee machine up and relax on the bed.

  I’m absentmindedly looking around the room when I remember the bag I brought in, that G
abe had left. I wiggle off the bed, pick up the bag and then carry it to the little table in the room where I upend the contents. Out comes an all in one in leather and a gag. The tags on the garments give their previous location as being a shop called Pleasure Paradise. The smell of leather hits my nose and I sniff the outfit. Well I guess I know what L is for and yet again he’s not allowed me to choose the letter. L for leather? More like L for Leathered, the drunk fool. I shall be having words with that man, but first, I consider, I think I’ll have a bit of fun.

  Once I’m fully dried and I’ve had a coffee, I slowly ease myself into the outfit. It’s not skintight so I don’t require talcum powder to get it on. I check out my reflection in the wardrobe mirror. It looks like a biker girl jumpsuit with a zip up the middle. I pick up the headpiece. He must really have been pissed when he bought this. It looks reptilian. It’s a hood with a zip at the back and laces so that it can be tightened up. There are slits for the eyes and two holes for the nostrils. I place the headpiece on, look in the mirror and burst out laughing. I don’t know about sexy, I look like Venom from Spiderman. I grab the gag and get ready to perform.

  I sneak back into my own room and climb onto the bed, crouching next to Gabe’s head. Then I begin to tickle his face with the strap from the gag whilst whistling the Spiderman theme tune. I watch as he slowly begins to wake up. As he opens his eyes he sees me and screams a big girly scream, whilst he throws himself up and against the back of the headboard. I fall across the bed, and laugh so hard that my jaw hurts and tears start to run from my eyes.

  ‘Stella, I’ve had a fucking heart attack.’ He holds his head, ‘Oh my God the pain.’

  I roll over to him, taking the head piece off. ‘Well, consider it a warning, you need to be on the lookout for supervillains, we’re taking down our fathers remember?’

  He looks at me quizzically. ‘Supervillains?’

  ‘I’m Venom from Spiderman.’

  He smiles,‘I’ve only seen The Avengers. That one had Scarlet Johansson in it.’

  ‘You have got to be kidding me. You need an education.’ I notice him smack his lips and I point, ‘There’s water at the side of the bed.’

  Instead he rolls himself out of bed and goes up to the mini-bar where he extracts a whiskey. ‘Be quicker this way, hair of the dog.’ He starts swigging straight from the bottle. ‘I’d kill for an espresso or two though,’ he looks at me with puppy dog eyes.

  I start to walk across to the machine.

  ‘Hey, Stella.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘You might have woken me as Venom, but right now my cock thinks you look just like Black Widow and it wants into your web.’

  ‘Seriously?’

  ‘Well, maybe in half an hour.’

  I make Gabe come down for breakfast with me after I’ve changed into a pale pink short suit which better suits the heat, boy is leather hot. I’ve matched it with some pretty rose pink sandals that tie up with silky straps, into huge bows at the back of my feet. By the time Gabe’s eaten a good breakfast washed down with plenty of drinks he’s raring to go, in more ways than one.

  Back in my room I hold up the gag. ‘So what did you have in mind for this?’

  ‘I want you begging for my cock, but unable to ask because I have complete control of your fuckable mouth.’

  Between my legs gets slick with just his words alone.

  ‘Now take off your clothes.’

  I strip off my play suit and underneath I have the black and pink underwear set that I wore the other day. The fake ties give it a sexy bondage touch.

  ‘How do I look?’

  ‘I’m not going to answer that. You’ll know if I approve if I make you come so hard you cry.’

  I gasp.

  ‘If you don’t like what I’m doing, tap your foot three times, so I know.’

  ‘Okay.’

  He pushes me up to the top of the bed so I’m wedged into the crack between the pillows. He holds the gag up and I put my mouth around the ball part. He fastens it in place.

  ‘All right?’

  I nod. It feels extremely weird, as it fixes my jaw open. I imagine I have the look of a blow up doll.

  Looking up at him, my breathing has quickened. He’s watching me like a vampire at a blood bank. I wait for him to bite.

  ‘Do not be scared Stella, trust me.’

  He fixes my arms behind my back and ties them with the belt from the room’s towelling robe. Then he picks up the headpiece and places it backwards on my face, so that it covers my eyes but rests above my nose. I can feel the zip down my forehead and nose. Now I can’t speak and I can’t see anything. I start to feel nervous.

  My hips are raised and my pants taken off. Not being able to see has increased my other senses and I am very aware of the cool breeze around my pussy. I hear movement and my hips are raised again as Gabe puts a pillow underneath my butt.

  He pushes my thighs apart and I feel his warm breath on me, then the sensation of his tongue licking, assisting with the wetness already there. I thrust to meet his movements. He stops. I attempt to wrap my legs around his neck to get him back to the gasping apex between my thighs.

  ‘Oh I don’t think so Stella. I’ll let you know when you can come.’

  The next thing I know I am in the air and being carried. I feel cold against my skin and know we’re in the bathroom by the scent of the perfume I sprayed on myself earlier that still permeates the air. I think about how he could have carried me out onto the corridor or anything. I’m at his mercy right now with the lack of vision. I hear the shower being turned on.

  ‘Open your legs.’

  I obey.

  ‘Wider.’

  The jets from the shower assault my clitoris. I’ve heard about people using the shower to masturbate and didn’t know what they were talking about. Now I do. The shower that I’ve enjoyed as a power shower as it’s struck my shoulders and given my neck a massaging sensation, now does the same to my inner core. The jets hit like little tiny pinpricks and I get wetter, but not from the shower alone.

  Gabe pushes one finger in me, and then another, whilst training the shower on my clit. I want to scream out, the sensations are electric, but I can’t because of the gag. I rock on his fingers whilst straining to get more pressure from the shower. The excitement in me builds and I come, raising my hips up to meet the jets as I explode, the sensation of warmth and targeted spray sending me into an overdose of pleasure.

  I’m quickly pulled to my feet. I’m still wearing my bra and Gabe pinches my nipples through the wet material, then pushes me up against the shower tiles. He uses his hand to push my thighs apart and enters me roughly. I push back onto his cock, eager for more.

  ‘You dirty bitch.’

  He unties my arms and holds them above my head against the wall and drives into me again and again, hard and rough. Once more the fact I can only imagine what’s going on but can hear his guttural moans, brings me again to the cusp of orgasm. As I hear him building up to his own climax, I listen to him speaking with each thrust.

  ‘You. Fucking. Love. This.’

  ‘Don’t. You?’

  His fingers descend and strum my clit whilst he rocks me further into the tiles.

  ‘This. Pussy. Is. Mine.’

  His legs hit the back of mine as he sends me over whilst I feel him tremble as his own orgasm rolls.

  He pulls the mask off and unfastens the gag. My own hands were free to do this but I want to remain submissive. I’m so turned on by Gabe’s dominance, as letting someone else have control is new to me.

  He spins me around and after letting me rub my jaw he kisses me roughly, his stubble scratching my face.

  ‘On your knees.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘I said on your knees. Do not make me repeat myself.’

  I lower myself onto the bottom of the bath, my face in front of Gabe’s hard on.

  ‘Look what you do to me?’

  ‘And you to me.’

  ‘O
pen wide Stella, I want to fuck that juicy mouth of yours.’

  I do, once again at the mercy of Gabe and loving every minute.

  Chapter 2

  ‘So it’s Saturday, I have the day off. Do you fancy going anywhere?’ Gabe kisses my shoulder, his warm mouth combined with his low, husky voice causes goosebumps to rise on my arm.

  I lean towards him,‘You might have a day off. I’m off to The Rodeo tonight, to see the place in action whilst it’s busy.’

  His voice lowers,‘I might come with you.’

  ‘Not a chance. You’ll just distract me into thinking of naughty things. However I have time now, once I’ve dried myself off.’

  ‘I like you wet.’ He moves me underneath him.

  I feel my mouth become moist.‘I want to try a cupcake from Magnolia bakery. That and a takeaway Starbucks sound ideal. Care to join me?’

  ‘I’d prefer a hot dog, or a steak.’ He knees my thighs apart.

  I punch his shoulder. ‘Men. Is a cupcake threatening to your manhood?’

  ‘No, it’s just it’d take about twelve to fill me up.’ He smacks his hard abs, ‘Anyway I need protein, this doesn’t just appear by magic you know.’

  ‘That’s true, I wouldn’t want to have to feel a paunch instead of rock hard abs. I’d have to head to the gym to find myself a new fuck buddy.’

  His jaw tightens though he says nothing.

  ‘Do you know, come to think of it I like a nice sausage,’ I giggle.

  He thrusts himself into me, and I lose myself in the sensations.

  Nicely fucked and satisfied, he pulls the duvet back exposing me to the cold air. ‘Come on, let’s get your cupcake.’

  I have to wait an hour, for a cupcake.

  Gabe is tapping his foot repeatedly. ‘Jeez they can’t be that good, it’s a bun for goodness sake.’

  ‘Well I’m not leaving until I have one.’

  ‘Bloody stubborn woman.’

  ‘Stop moaning. Go and get your flipping hot dog.’

  He scowls, ‘No we’re here now, I might as well wait.’