“I’m sorry about the way I’ve treated some of the crew, and about firing the hair stylist.”
Todd’s remorse pulls me out of my trance.
I turn toward him, although I would like to keep looking at the painting.
“It’s just,” he runs his own hands through his hair, as if searching for inspiration. “I don’t know how to explain it properly, but if you are too soft on people all the time, they don’t live up to their best.”
Silence.
I try not to move. I’m hanging on every word he has to say.
“We seem to live in a time where you’re not allowed to call black, black. We avoid conflicts. People don’t give their best because being ordinary, according to many, is being extraordinary. But I think if you ruffle feathers from time to time, and say it how it is, people will be better.”
I nod.
“I know what you mean.”
My parents both called a spade a spade, they never believed in praising where praise was not due. Todd might just have a point.
“What about you?”
The question throws me off.
“What about me?”
“You must have had your fair share of interesting times.”
I swirl my answers around my head, working out what and how much I’m going to tell him.
“It’s hard being a Palmer, that’s for sure.” I start and see him relax into the couch next to me.
“I got big boots to fill.” I continue. “Everyone expects me to follow in dad’s footsteps, and since he’s one of the greats,” I hold out my hands, “it’s expected I will do well too, if not great. My destiny is decided before I can create it.” I shake my head.
Speaking about it makes me realize how much pressure there is.
“That’s why it’s important to me for this film to be a success.” I pause again. “I don’t think it’s so much about showing other people, it’s more about proving to dad I can be great.”
“Pays to have a thick skin in this industry,” says Todd and smiles at me.
I sigh.
“I guess so.”
“And to have a thick skin, you have to act like you have one.”
I raise an eyebrow in question.
“Well, fake it, ‘til you make it. The media portrays me like I don’t give a fuck, and I don’t, most of the time.” He laughs at himself and I join in.
“This is great. You know I’ve never told anyone else so much about me before, other than Jordan of course. You’ve got ammunition now, Ms. Palmer.”
His forefinger touches the tip of my nose.
I shake my head and find my nerve endings are tingling.
I may have misjudged Todd Alexander.
Sophie
I feel his eyes travel over me, eyes full of lust and desire. As they do, my nerve endings scream for his touch, and it takes all my self-control not to throw myself at him.
Todd leans toward me, his movements slow and deliberate.
“Has anyone else ever told you how beautiful you are?”
As he speaks, the index finger of his right hand is drawing little circles around my neck. My skin burns from his touch. Ripples of ecstasy travel through me.
I want to throw myself on top of him. I have never known such intense desire before. There’s a hungry and ferocious beast inside me.
I shake my head. My throat is too dry to speak. It’s as if I’m just returning from forty-two days in the desert.
Todd smiles. I love the dimples in each cheek. I imagine kissing him there, and other places.
His finger now trails along my collarbone and down my chest. I start to breathe heavily as if I’m running a marathon. My body aches for his touch. Longing spreads through me.
I’m amazed at myself for being so ready to fuck Todd Alexander.
“In fact, you are so beautiful I don’t know what words to use to describe it. Like a rose in full bloom…you light up the room when you enter it.” He sounds a little hoarse.
I smile. My eyes devour him. My gaze travels along his chest and down to the bulge in his pants.
I lick my lips in anticipation. Surely this kind of talk can only lead to one thing.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I whisper. I tilt my head back a little. He can have whatever part he wants of me, and he can have it now.
Todd chuckles.
“I can assure you I have never said this to anyone.” His tone is a little more serious.
I don’t care. I want to scream at him, but no sound other than a little purr escapes my lips. The tingling of anticipation is building.
His finger makes its way to my lips. Butterfly-like, they travel across my chest, down toward the gap between my breasts. A little moan escapes my lips.
A hand pushes itself under my skirt, finding my wet pussy. My thong is no barrier for his determined fingers.
Suddenly, he stops. I feel as if my favorite toy has been taken from me.
What the fuck is going on?
Before I can complain, he grabs me by the wrists and pulls me off the couch.
“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable,” says Todd as he heads toward a room at the back of his apartment. Like a willing slave, I follow. In a way, I have no choice as he’s still holding onto my wrists.
Desire is rushing through me, followed by lust.
The moment we’re through the door, he pushes me against the wall. His actions are rough and almost brutal. Taken by surprise, I feel my heartbeat quicken.
With one hand he pins me against the wall, both arms up over my head, as the other explores under my skirt. My flimsy thong is ripped off me with one deft move of his hands, and then his fingers find my wet opening.
At the same time, his lips crush down on mine, demanding, forceful, and full of passion. His tongue forces its way into my mouth where it intertwines with mine. I’m crushed by his weight, and I want more, so much more.
If I could move, I would use my hands to explore his chest, six-pack, and ass. But Todd is still pinning my arms up above my head.
I wiggle my hips from side to side. I want to get closer to him. I want to feel him.
Suddenly his fingers leave my wet pussy and lift my right leg. Somehow Todd gets his pants off and pushes his bulging cock against my pussy. His tongue is dancing with mine, lips crushed against mine.
My chest is heaving. I try and thrust my pelvis toward him. If only his manhood wasn’t still constrained by those boxers.
I groan again, this time a little louder. Todd releases my leg and pushes me onto his oversized king bed. As soon as I land on it, his hands rip off my skirt.
Next he tears at my blouse. Buttons pop off and land all around us. Then he’s sitting on top of me, pinning my arms above my head again. His weight is just below my pelvis, on my slightly apart thighs.
I can feel my pussy begging him to do something to it.
His free hand pushes my bra cups off my breasts, and my already-stiff nipples harden some more, if that’s even possible. Once freed, his fingers pinch and massage my breasts and nipples.
He stares at me; I lower my gaze. I want him. I want him so bad.
Trying to take some control over what’s happening, I wiggle my hips and push my pelvis toward him. I know he can see my exposed pussy.
Todd leans forward, his face only inches from mine now.
“You trying to get away from me, are you?”
His voice is suddenly deeper and very serious.
I shake my head, but I continue my struggle. Shifting my hips beneath him allows me to feel his cock, which is still trapped in his boxers. I long to touch, free it, and feel it inside me.
I want to wrap my fingers around it and caress it.
“I think you are my little slut, aren’t you?”
No one has ever talked to me like this during sex before. It turns me on. I try and free my arms.
As I do, so my breasts bounce from side to side.
Before I know what is happening, Todd fl
ips me onto my back. With one swift move, he unclips my bra and pulls it out from under me.
The material scrapes along my naked flesh. I squeal.
I can feel his muscular body on me. He whispers into my ear.
“Naughty girls deserve a spanking…and I think you’ve been naughty, Sophie Palmer.”
His hand smacks my ass without warning. One, two, three times it hits bare flesh.
Then, as sudden as he started, he stops. His finger moves along my inner thigh toward my pussy. Snaillike, it traces a trail all around my clit, never touching it.
“Please,” I moan, and the fingers stop.
Smack. His hand hits my ass again. Short and hard, the palm of his hand collides with my naked flesh.
Both my ass cheeks are burning with pain and desire.
His fingers find my wetness again. Using my own juices, he traces more trails between my legs and onto my hot butt.
I wriggle beneath him again. I don’t think I can stand much more of this.
My brain has turned to mush. There are no coherent thoughts left in me. Briefly I wonder if one can die of too much pleasure, and just then Todd’s hands assault my ass again.
My pussy is screaming for his cock to enter it and fill it.
I’m a mess of lust and desire.
“Are you going to continue to be naughty, Sophie Palmer?” His voice is in my ear again. My ass cheeks are burning.
I shake my head.
“Good,” he murmurs and strokes my back with the tips of his fingers. Electric shock waves pulse through my body.
“For a reward, I’ll let you take off my boxers.”
He gets off me, and I get onto my knees in front of him. Slowly my fingers hook into the elastic band before I slide them down. His cock bounces out as soon as it can.
I lick my lips in anticipation. On the top of it, I see a few drops of precum.
I savor the view. The knowledge I’m responsible for his huge hard-on turns me on even more, if that’s possible.
Slowly, I lean forward and place a little kiss on the tip of his dick. Just gently, my lips touch the skin before I pull back.
It’s Todd’s turn to groan.
My hands grab onto his cock and trace little lines along it from tip to base and back again.
I stop and admire the size of his cock. It looks so big and delicious. I breathe slowly, close my eyes, and take the tip of it into my mouth.
Todd’s hands grab my hair.
“Take it all,” he groans, but I ignore him.
I’m in charge now. I leave my lips wrapped around the top of it and gently suck on it, as if it is a lollipop.
At the same time, both my hands play with his balls. They are soft and warm, and I know just what I’ll do with them next.
“Come on, babe,” Todd murmurs, “take it all.” His hands try and force my face toward the base of his cock.
I pull off him.
“What the fuck?” he groans, and I smile.
“Who’s the bad boy now?” I purr and let my hands wrap around his cock.
“Someone needs another spanking,” glowers Todd, and I laugh.
I change tact. I want to prolong the moment he enters my pussy as long as possible.
I let go of him and grab my breasts. I take his cock between them and slide it up and down.
I alternate between hands and breasts until Todd grabs both my hands and doesn’t let them go any more.
“Now,” he commands, and with nothing else left, my mouth takes in all of him.
He’s so big I wonder if I’m going to choke, but I manage. I slide my mouth all the way down to his balls. I get into a gentle rhythm. Each time I get to the base, my tongue darts out to caress the edge of his balls.
“That’s it,” mutters Todd and lets go of my arms. “Now you are being a good girl.”
My right hand makes for his balls while my left finds his ass cheek. I dig my fingernails into soft flesh. I squeeze and massage as my lips work on his penis.
Todd’s hands now have found my nipples and are squeezing and pinching them. The more pain he inflicts on them, the harder and faster I suck on his cock.
I feel him tense up and I slow down. I don’t want him to come just yet.
His fingers are massaging my breasts, and then he stops and pulls away from me.
I reach for him, but he has other plans.
He pushes me onto my back and spreads my legs.
My hips move toward him, almost involuntary. He pushes me down again as his tongue finds my pussy.
He dances around my clit, deliberately avoiding it. With lightning speed, his tongue touches it before it moves again. Then he wraps his lips around my pussy and sucks a little.
The whole thing is enough to topple me over the edge—the edge of need and desire.
I try and thrust my hips up again, but Todd’s hand firmly presses down on my lower abdomen. Right now, the only thought I have is needing his cock inside of me.
Little whimpers come across my lips.
“Please,” I plead and try again to push against his hand.
In return, Todd’s fingers are now entering my wetness. At first he uses one finger to easily glide in and find my sweet spot. He pushes against it while his teeth nibble on my clit.
The combination of pleasure and pain threaten to rip me open. The feelings are so intense I want more.
I have never felt like this before, and no one has ever done things to my body like Todd.
Just when I feel I can’t stand it any longer, Todd pulls out his finger. His lips now wrap around all of my pussy and suck, with his tongue darting in and out.
Electric shock waves pulse through me.
To do this, Todd had to change position and move his hand off my abdomen.
Now I thrust up toward him. I want that tongue deeper inside me. He responds by grabbing my ass cheeks with both hands and squeezing them.
My lower back is off the bed and my breasts perk skyward. I use my own hands to pinch my nipples.
Todd is working away at my pussy and clit, nearly sending me over the edge. No thought process is left in me. I’m a giant mess of desire.
Just when I tense my body in anticipation of an almighty orgasm, Todd stops. He’s panting, and I can see my own juices drip down his chin.
He lets go off my ass, and my hips drop onto the bed. He straddles over me and now teases me with his dick.
His tip touches my pussy ever so slightly. Then he slides it in just a little before pulling it out again.
The tease is unbearable.
But Todd keeps going. His hands crawl up my flat stomach and grab my waiting breasts. They kneed and pull and pinch.
He leans toward me. There’s no smile around his face. He glowers at me.
“Are you whimpering?”
I nod.
“You know what that means?”
I shake my head. I love to be at his mercy. It turns me on even more.
“It means this.” He pulls out of me. “On all fours,” he growls, and I obey.
I lean on my forearms, and my breasts just touch the silky material of the sheets.
I wiggle my ass in the air. I want him. I want him now.
The hand slapping down takes me by surprise. Another spanking. This one is harder, more intense than the last one, and there’s no stopping it.
I bury my head in the pillow. My ass naturally keeps wiggling at Todd.
And as suddenly as his spanking starts, it stops.
I glance around and see him take hold of my hips before I feel him thrust into me.
His grip is hard and tight. His balls slam against my skin. I can feel his penis ram into me like a ramming pole.
I’ve never had anyone so thick and long inside me. The combination of pleasure and pain threatens to rip me open.
Todd continues to thrust into me, gripping me hard, his fingernails digging into my flesh. I can hear him panting and the sound of his balls slapping against my flesh rhythmically.
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br /> The longer he pumps, the more willing my pussy becomes for him.
At some point in time, I feel my orgasm come. It pulses through me like an electric current.
Todd’s hands grip even harder. All my muscles spasm, and I throw my head back.
Jesus, I’ve never come like this.
I’m still pulsing when Todd finally grunts like a wild bear, and I feel him come inside me. As he does so, he lets go of my hips and finds my breasts. I feel the ripples of spasm travel through his body.
When he’s finished, he collapses on top of me, and we lie there for a while. He is still inside me, and his hands are still on my breasts.
After several minutes, maybe longer, he pulls out of me, rolls off, and turns me onto my back.
He smiles. I smile back.
“You okay?”
I blink a few times, wondering if all this is too good to be true and I’ll wake up to find I’m really at home, fast asleep.
I nod. He’s still here.
And his fingers are drawing circles onto my stomach. His touch ignites more desire in me. I can’t believe my own flesh—it’s weak and an easy target.
“Because…” Todd’s fingers continue their journey and head lower. “There are plenty of other things I think we could do before we have dessert.”
I still can’t speak. His fingers are between my legs again. They are playful.
His lips, meanwhile, are planting butterfly kisses on my upper arm, neck, and moving toward my breasts.
Surprised at my body’s reaction, I revel in the tingling sensation. There are no words to properly describe how I’m feeling. Ecstasy mixes with desire and lust.
My eyes roam over Todd’s naked body.
“So, my little vixen,” he murmurs, and his lips are nibbling on my ear lobe. A deep-throated laugh escapes my lips.
No one has ever called me a vixen, or any of what Todd called me before for that matter.
What’s the man doing to me? Where’s the nice Sophie Palmer, the good girl from next door?
“You disagree?”
His hands are marching back up my body to my breasts. There they stay, doing unspeakable things with my nipples. My hips move, almost involuntary from side to side.
“Maybe you haven’t seen the true me.” I now move away from him and straddle him. He’s taken by surprise.
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