by Jamie Knight
I didn’t know what Alexander had done, but my teeth were at his neck as I came, and it felt so good as he widened my ass and pussy to him while he plunged deeper and deeper into me.
The heat in all of my body was too much.
The pleasure was like nothing I had ever felt before.
My heart was in the arms of a man who I truly trusted.
A man I did not know at all.
A man who pierced through my body and knew how to touch my special spot. Alexander Foster, the man who made me squirt into him. All I could think and feel was how much I loved this man; and it all went incoherent from there.
Everything faded to black, and the last thing I had any sense of was Alexander spurting his cum deep into my pussy.
Chapter Nineteen
Valeria
I woke up covered in a soft and silky robe. It was dark outside the windows and the moon was full and beautiful. The lights in the suite were at a soft glow accentuated by candles.
My head was swimming in delight, and my pussy was wet and slick. A smile formed across my face, as I remembered what Alexander had done to me to please my entire body.
I moved my head to the side, and there he was, sitting on one of the chairs at the table and sipping red wine. He had a robe on, and his eyes glittered in the dance of the candle flames.
I woke up fully with a start.
“How long have I been asleep?” I asked, feeling suddenly naked and slightly cold.
My dress and jacket were on the floor, getting comfortably messy with my lace underwear.
“Hey! Don’t you fret, Valeria. You had passed out a few hours ago. I guess you were just taken aback, huh?”
He smirked, getting up from the chair and walking towards me. He got close enough to lightly kiss my lips, and for a second, I wanted to feel him inside me again.
The soreness in my ass was a second suggestion not to., though My wrists felt sore, and rubbing it revealed a slight bruise on one.
Alex looked down at my motion.
“Sorry about that… you just seemed to cute to not cuff you down.” He shrugged. “I took it off and covered your wrists in lotion while you were sleeping. I want to show you something, Valeria. Take my hand,” he urged.
His voice was always convincing, yet always so gentle with me. I could not refuse him. I took his hand and covered up my body slightly by pulling the robe closed. My legs felt weak. A rumbling in my belly reminded me of the passed lunch earlier.
“Alexander, do we have food in here?” I asked, walking past the clothes on the floor and towards the windows.
The fresh wind hit me hard, and momentarily dazed me with the chill.
“Soon, Valeria. Look,” he pointed.
We walked out onto a balcony. Down below was a beautiful river streaming through a canyon. The distance was dizzying. It was an amazing thing to see at night, when the rushing water caught the moonlight. Trust me.
“You really thought this through, didn’t you?” I asked, coyly smiling at him. “You thought over every detail of this place and this day and made them both perfect.”
He took my hand to his lips and kissed it.
“For you, this was and still is worth it, Valeria,” he sighed.
He had a cute edge to his smile when he was honest.
I moved closer to him and hugged his waist.
He responded, taking me into his arms and kissing me on the top of my head.
In our embrace, I just had to state the hard truth.
“I’m starving.”
Alex laughed. I could feel his heart beating through the robe, and I joined him in the little hoorah.
“Ha-ha. Okay Valeria, as you wish…”
He led me back inside and sat me down on the opulent table, then opened a compartment to his right. He took out a long tray that had a bucket of cold ice in it, surrounding a huge bottle of champagne. There also were many dishes on the tray, and my taste buds leaped at the wafting aroma of delicacies I had never eaten before.
Alexander uncovered the plates one by one. Many of the dishes I didn’t recognize, but some, I did. There were steaks and shrimp. A fancy salad that looked crisp and green. There were rolls and butter, and little pastries I had never seen before. Even a selection of sushi was waiting for me.
“Bon appetit,” he smirked.
“Wow, Alexander. You went all out, didn’t you? But… you couldn’t just fix a sandwich?” I retorted, smiling smugly at him, taking in the smell of the weird delicacy he placed in front of us first.
“Ha-ha. You’re reaching, Valeria,” he scoffed. His hand on my thigh, he smiled. “Let’s eat…”
I had no clue what the heck I was eating, but by fuck was it good. Even though I was raised to express myself politely when it came to food, I gorged myself on this stuff. I was so hungry.
When I pointed at the plates, he would suggest their names and just stare at me. Being self-conscious around Alexander was not in my train of thought at the time, and I just enjoyed flavor after agonizingly tasteful flavor of each mouthful. By the time we were sipping the champagne, I was so sated and relaxed that I didn’t realize I had let my robe fall open.
We swapped stories of our past lives.
“…and that’s how I came to meet Jonathan,” he finished, enjoying the look of awe on my face as he finished the last of his wine.
“Wow, Alexander. That’s quite the story. I wouldn’t have ever pegged you for a dangerous bad boy,” I joked.
The bottle was almost over, and I was getting a tad tipsy. Liquor had never been part of my appetites, but this moment was golden, and I could not let it pass by.
Intoxication brought a sense of relief and openness that my parents had strictly forbade. It felt amazing to just laugh here with the man who knew how to push my buttons.
“You need to get dressed,” he started, getting off the stool and taking me by the hand. “I want to take you on a walk in the rainforest under the restaurant.”
“Well, so must you, big man,” I drowsily stuttered.
I was really tipsy now.
Falling into Alexander’s arms once more, I looked up. His eyes dazzled in the candlelight.
“Kiss me, Alexander,” I begged.
Heat had begun wetting my inner pink flesh, and I wanted him to fuck me in this daze. He had a certain look on his face, a look of… hesitancy?
“Not when you’re tipsy, Valeria. That is not how I want this to be,” he firmly suggested.
It was hazy, how Alexander dressed me slowly. Clipping my bra was ticklish, and I laughed, pulling away from his fingers.
“Calm down, Valeria,” he playfully urged. “A walk will clear your head.”
His voice hinted at regret for getting me drinking on the champagne.
I felt lonely all of a sudden. My emotions were all over the place, and I could not get a handle on them.
“Are you really angry for letting me drink that happy juice? I promise I won’t tell anyone… ssshhhhh!”
Man, I need to put a handle on this.
“Come along, Valeria.”
His arm was on my shoulder and his other was at the back of my knees. The shift in gravity made me realize that I was being carried out of the suit.
“Truman, ready the chopper,” I faintly heard him command his computer.
“Yes, sir,” it replied.
Alexander strongly lifted me higher into his chest and took long strides to the elevator doors.
“Bye-bye, Truman,” I sleepily uttered.
“Good night, Valeria,” was the last thing I heard from Truman as the elevator doors opened with a ding and Alexander’s chest was my pillow.
Chapter Twenty
Alexander
While I was holding her in my arms, Valeria slept like a kitten purring in delight. Our afternoon together had been more magical than I could have ever wished for, and I had gotten to know her better.
We had had fun, and especially when I had slipped on the vibrating strap-on and
fucked her in the ass and in the pussy at the same time. Valeria had loved that. She came really good. I also adored that she didn’t fight too much when I put her in cuffs. That had been really sexy.
I cursed Pedro for having the champagne in the suite. I had hoped he would place some cranberry juice or water there, but instead he had gone for the romantic gesture and added the strongest champagne in our collection from 1868. Valeria had gotten tipsy the moment the glass left her lips.
Fuck. She’s gonna get drunk, I had immediately thought.
And she did. Valeria got so drunk she was incoherent. It was tough, carrying her into the chopper past the ogling guests and the dumbfounded Pedro. I hushed him out and told him to get back to his duties for the night. I would deal with him later.
But now, Truman came to life and flew us back to my office, where we landed with no hitch. The city lights were truly beautiful, and Valeria’s incoherence was just as cute.
“Valeria… can you walk?” I asked, her left arm slung over my shoulder.
“Ha-ha. The clouds are eeeedible baby… can I call you baby? Hey man, your arms are really hic heavy. Do you work out? Hey, we hic should go see the Queen. She lives in Africa, right? Hic.”
She is so fucked up, and it’s my fault. Maybe this was a mistake.
The elevator on the roof that led to my office opened, and I checked for anyone around before lifting Valeria out of the chopper. This was going to get me screwed one way or the other. Carrying her 30 floors down was not an option. Someone would notice.
I needed help.
For a while, I considered using the stairs no matter how hard it was, and juggled my options, when I heard my phone buzz.
Jonathan.
Fucking spectacular timing!
“Sir, is everything alright? Truman got in contact with me to inform me of your intoxicated guest,” he drawled.
He had a hint of disappointment in his voice. He didn’t approve of me getting Valeria drunk – not that that had been my intention, though.
“Jon, it’s urgent. We can iron this out soon. Where are you?”
“In your office, Sir. I sent Nancy home early. She seemed a tad unwell, with a broken nose. Anything I should know about that too, sir?”
This man was a miracle.
“Come to the private elevator. I need you.”
“Well,” he drawled, “It is quite nice to be needed. On my way.”
Valeria leaned on the wall, smiling daftly at the “In case of emergency” poster.
She is something else. She makes me feel alive again. The ecstasy of her care and caress is too much, but… it’s wrong. Maybe I should call it off… it’s her first day, and she’s already drunk and messed up with bad relations in the office.
I struggled with myself to find an answer but could not.
The elevator doors opened and Jonathan helped me carry her out. He was frowning.
“I have more bad news, Sir.”
I looked over at him, gently resting the snoring girl on my desk.
“Someone at the ranch sent a picture of you carrying Miss Silva here to Mr. Goodright. He looked up Valeria’s age and saw how much younger than you she is. I’ve already received an email saying that he is going to take up your inappropriate behavior with the board. He implied that your actions with Miss Silva would not make the company look good.”
I swallowed a hard lump in my throat.
That was fast.
“We can’t risk anyone else seeing us together, then. Perhaps I can say I was helping a sick guest out?”
“We will figure it out, Sir. One thing at a time. I wish you had informed me of exactly what you were up to, and the fact that you hired the girl you’re so enamored with. Nevertheless, I’m here to help as much as I can, although it’s quite too late to prevent the things that have happened. I took the liberty of coming here with the limo, so that I could help you out.”
Lifesaver! Where would I be without the man?
I hoisted Valeria into my arms, and we walked out into the empty lobby. Jonathan was ahead of us, and he moved in such a manner that you would not think him to be of old age. He punched the waiting elevator doors shut and we hurtled down to the basement parking lot.
The black limo was parked in all of its sleek glory, and Jonathan opened the door for us. I laid Valeria down on the leather seat and she passed out comfortably.
I got in next to her and Jon closed my door shut. He sat in the driver seat and roared the smooth engine to life, and slowly we sped off, out into the streets.
We had scuffled along too fast to take heed to our surroundings. Any random pair of eyes could have been watching us and I felt annoyed with myself for not being more careful.
“How did you get back so fast? You were on vacation…” I trailed through the open window between the driver and my small cabin.
Valeria snored peacefully by my side.
“The jet, Sir. It was primed and ready as always, Sir. I leave for two days and I find you in a bundle already? Surely, you could have been more discrete. Taking her to the office was a bad idea,” he lectured, as his grip on the wheel tightened.
He was clearly concerned. And I knew he was right.
“Won’t this present a problem in the days to come, Alexander?”
He called me by name. Shit.
“Okay, Jon. Giving Valeria a job might not have been my best idea. I just wanted to see her again…”
“Yes, yes. I know. But what about the consequences, Alexander? Have you taken into consideration how badly this could reflect on the company? With you? With her?”
That took me by surprise. He had done his homework, but if he was so concerned about my image, then why did he steer me towards Valeria to begin with, when I had asked him for his advice?
“You know,” I started, “it was your idea…”
“And don’t go blaming me. I agreed that she could be good for you, but I never said to hire her or to get so close to her so soon. You got impatient, Alexander,” he turned, digging further into the road as we sped along the highway heading to Valeria’s house.
“Jon, you don’t get it. This girl is special. I know that sounds crazy to you, but I really think that in one crazy and messed up way… this is real.”
I was caressing her hand, and she gently tugged it closer to her heart.
“Alexander, she is still so young. You need to take things slowly. I know she is quite easy on the eyes, but think, my boy, think! You need to get ahead of yourself and put things in order. Case in point, look at the situation we’re in right now. First day at work and this is how she goes back home? What will her parents think?”
He has a point.
I kept silent, knowing how badly this would damage her. She was really in love with me, and there was no way for me to return it without having severe implications to both our lives. I should have waited.
If I keep this up, she might end up broken and desolate. Her family is truly strict and religious, and bringing her along in the web of my life will ruin things for her future.
But I don’t want her to go…
The limo slowed down. Looking outside, the small cozy yellow lights that lit up the porch of a cramped up house at the edge of the cul-de-sac signaled to me our arrival at the Silva residence.
Jonathan leaned back and switched off the engine. He eyed me carefully, and then looked at Valeria sweetly, with a fatherly undertone. With a firm attitude, he pursed his lips and twitched his mustache.
“Do the right thing.”
“Valeria, wake up. We’re home,” I pleaded with her.
She was still incoherent. I was glad that there was no strong smell of alcohol on her, and to a blatant outsider, she just seemed extremely fatigued. I had taken her out of the limo and the fresh air woke her up slightly.
“Alexander? How did we…” she started, swaying midsentence to the side.
I grabbed her just in time.
“Take it easy, Valeria, steady. You just need
lots of water, okay?” I firmly said.
Jonathan coughed.
“My head hurts, badly,” she whimpered.
At least she doesn’t look drunk.
“Let me walk you to your front door,” I offered.
I grabbed her by the shoulders and walked with her side by side. Her hair smelt of jasmine and a hint of lavender.
Damn, she smells good.
My heart suddenly felt heavy with the words I was going to utter to whoever opened the door for her.
I don’t want this to end.
Four knocks on the door.
We waited.
Footsteps.
We looked at each other.
She smiled.
I hurt.
The deadbolt unlocked.
We looked at the door.
It swung away from us.
James Silva stood at the door frame, with Lisa in the background and Andrew standing off in the distance as well. As Valeria was received by her father, he looked at me with his eyebrows raised, as if wanting to know, but also not wanting to know, why his daughter seemed half asleep.
“Sorry, James. I think her first day at work was pretty hard on her. She fell asleep at her desk…” I started, but Lisa soon stepped in front of her husband.
“She did what?” she practically yelled. “How unprofessional and disrespectful. I don’t know what is wrong with her; we raised her better.”
“No, no,” I said, hurrying to ensure she didn’t get into trouble.
This was certainly not a great plan, but it was much better than telling them the truth: that we had slept together and she had gotten drunk. Their eyes held flashes of the truth in them, though, as if they were not dumb and were able to figure out that there was more to the story than met the eye. However, they went along with my explanation.
“It’s fine,” I reassured them. “I just wanted to make sure she got home safe, since she was so tired.”
As my re-found friend James took Valeria from me and shuffled her inside, and as he thanked me for bringing her home, I was instantly filled with regret the moment that door shut.
