Just like Grey

by Jessie Cooke

  21

  Isabelle was staring at Alex in disbelief. He was looking at her like he was waiting for her to fall apart. She wasn't sure how the hell to react to what he'd just told her. She woke up, disoriented, and sick to her stomach, in a strange place. She was confused about why Alex was there, but there was no time to clarify any of it before she had to run to the bathroom to puke her guts out. Alex asked if she wanted to go to the hospital. She still didn't have medical insurance and she was just getting back on her feet financially…so she had answered with an adamant no to that question. Alex didn't argue with her. Instead, he sat on the bathroom floor with her for hours while she puked and cried, and he would give her water, brush back her hair and hold her in his arms when she would let him. Finally, when the worst of her stomach problems seemed to have passed, he made a phone call and not long later, someone came to the door and delivered a basket full of fancy toiletries and Alex sat them on the bathroom counter for her after her bath was ready and told her to take her time. Isabelle was exhausted, and still confused, but she trusted him, so she did what he told her to do. She soaked in the tub, washed her hair with the high-dollar shampoo, brushed her teeth with the new toothbrush and then slathered her body in lotion and slipped on the plush robe the hotel left on a hook in the bathroom for the guests. When she was finished with all of that, he had a pot of tea that he'd ordered from room service waiting. He fixed her a cup and they finally sat down to talk. He told her everything…finding her in bed naked, with Daniel in his boxers and the woman from work showing up…and being willing to help Daniel make it look like she was involved in a threesome. It was all so bizarre…but when Alex said Daniel was insisting it was all Kelly's idea, it actually made more sense.

  “I think she's crazy,” Isabelle finally said when she'd almost finished processing everything Alex told her.

  Alex smiled sadly and said, “I'm sure you're right. I'm sorry I didn't see it before she had the chance to do this to you.”

  “It's not your fault. She's so smart and she runs the business so well that I'm not sure anyone knows. Thank you…for all of this.”

  Alex shook his head. “You don't owe me a thanks. This is all because of me.”

  Isabelle smiled and reached out and touched his face. “You have such a good heart. Even when I first met you and I found out that you were the one who had bought the company I was working for and raided it.” He cringed, and she laughed. “I'm working on something good here, I promise. Even then, I couldn't dislike you. It's like you have this light that shines from inside you…and it just touched me and I knew you were good from the start. For a billionaire, corporate raider, you might be a little too trusting of people though.”

  It was Alex's turn to laugh. “It's hard to explain. But, it's like there are two parts of me. There's the guy that grew up with humble, hardworking parents who gave up their own happiness to ensure he had everything he could ever want or need. That kid learned was taught morals and values by his parents…but at the same time he was learning from the people around him and that's where the cutthroat businessman comes in. So, when I'm handling business, I have a take no prisoners approach. When I'm handling people in my personal life…I'm like the fucking hostage, I guess.”

  “Maybe you could learn to merge those two guys. He'd be really awesome.”

  “Tell me something about you, Izzy.”

  “Like what?”

  “I don't care, anything. I've spent three months feeling like I couldn't live without you, and not even knowing you at all. I want to know everything about you.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Everything is a lot,” she said. “Maybe we could start small like what's my favorite color or…” Alex jumped up off the bed and said,

  “Hold that thought.” He went over to the desk in the hotel room and opened the top drawer. With a smile he pulled out a deck of cards and said, “You feel like playing a game?”

  Isabelle laughed and said, “Well, I was just kidnapped, drugged and my reputation almost permanently ruined…so yeah, let's play cards.”

  Alex looked embarrassed and said, “I'm sorry, it was a stupid idea…”

  “Hey! Merge those guys,” she said with a wink. “Tell me, you want to play cards.”

  He smiled. “I want to play a game with you.”

  “Okay, let's play.”

  “What are we going to play?”

  “We are going to play a game I used to play in camp when I was a kid. The counselor used a deck of cards to get us talking to each other. It's kind of like twenty questions We shuffle the deck and then each pick a card. Whichever card you get, gives you that many questions. If you get a face card or an Ace, you can use it for a request or a favor.”

  “Hmm, this camp sounds interesting.”

  He laughed as he pulled out the new deck of cards and began shuffling them. “Well, my counselor had some pretty strict rules about what we could and couldn't ask for.”

  Isabelle looked up at him and smiled. “And what about you? You have strict rules?”

  Alex sat down on the bed. He was still dressed in his tuxedo slacks, but he'd taken off his jacket and shirt and was in a white t-shirt. When he sat down, the shirt stretched across the muscles in his shoulders and arms and Isabelle immediately thought of another “game” she'd love to play with him. But, she told herself he was right, they didn't really know each other. She did want to know more about him, and it was hard for her to talk about herself…so maybe this would help.

  He was smiling at her again and she was so tempted to bite his sexy bottom lip… “My rules are pretty simple. You can ask anything with your question cards but, if the other person doesn't want to answer the question, they can remove a piece of clothing instead.”

  Isabelle laughed. “So, kind of like strip twenty questions?”

  “Yep.”

  “You know, it's not really fair since all I have on is a robe. I'm at a distinct disadvantage.”

  Alex winked and said, “Well then, you better answer my questions. Go ahead and draw first. He set the deck of cards between them. Isabelle was thinking of what she wanted to ask first when she drew her card. She got an eight of spades.

  “So, this means I get eight questions?”

  “Yep.” She felt like a pervert suddenly, but she was slightly disappointed. She wished that she'd gotten a face card. She had a list of “favors” she wanted from him.

  “Do I get to ask them all at once?”

  “Nope. You get to ask one, I answer and then I draw and play my card and we go back and forth.”

  “Hmm…okay…” Isabelle had an evil thought. She wanted to think of a question he wouldn't want to answer, on purpose. She wanted him to take off that shirt. “When was the last time you had sex?”

  “Really? All the things you could have asked me…”

  “Well, you don't have to answer it. You could always just take off that shirt.”

  Laughing, Alex said, “Hmm, I see how your mind works. But no…I'll answer it. It was three months ago, that night with you at the club.” Isabelle was caught off guard. She hadn't wanted him to tell her that he'd had sex recently, but she just expected him to not answer the question. She really hadn't expected that.

  “No way.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “You don't believe me?”

  “You're rich and gorgeous and you just got back from Asia…no sex while you were gone, at all?”

  “Well, I didn't say no sex.”

  “Hmm, thought so,” she said, smugly.

  “I did masturbate, frequently.”

  Isabelle felt her face go hot. She was no holds barred during sex, but she wasn't really used to talking about it when she wasn't having it…especially to a man like Alex who she was incredibly attracted to. Surprising even herself she said, “How frequently?”

  “Huh uh, it's my turn. You'll have to save your question for yours.” He winked at her again and drew a card. Staring at it he said, “Interesting.”

  “W
hat? What did you get?”

  He flipped the card over and she expected a face card. Instead, she saw that it was a two of hearts. She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Okay, ask.”

  “Do you have brothers and sisters?”

  “Really? You can ask me anything and that's what you want to know?”

  “Yep. I want to know everything about you.”

  “No,” she said. “Not biological ones, anyways.”

  “So, you have stepbrothers and sisters?”

  “That's another question,” she said with a smile. “It's my turn. Do you have brothers and sisters?”

  “No. Now you…”

  Isabelle hated talking about her step family. “Yes. One of each,” she said. “How old were you the first time you had sex?”

  “Wow, somebody has a one-track mind. You want me, don't you?”

  She laughed. “It's my turn, remember?”

  “I was seventeen, she was nineteen. She was my math tutor.”

  Isabelle laughed and said, “Seems like she was tutoring you in other things.”

  “Just that once. She said maybe if she fucked me, I'd stop staring at her boobs and concentrate on calculus.”

  “Did it work?”

  “Not really. She had awesome boobs.” He smiled and drew a card. “Look at that…”

  “What?”

  He flipped the card over. “A queen of hearts. I get a favor.”

  “So…what do you want?”

  He sighed, and she thought maybe he shivered. Then with a wicked little smile he said, “I'd like you to sit over there in the desk chair.” Isabelle looked across the room at the big leather chair.

  “Why?”

  “Is that one of your questions?”

  “No!”

  “Then go sit in the chair.”

  She rolled her eyes but went over and sat down. “Now it's my turn. Why?” She crossed her legs and his eyes ran from the slit of the robe all the way down to her toes on the bare leg that was showing, and he said,

  “Because I wanted to see that.” My turn. He pulled another card and laughed.

  “What now?”

  “It's an Ace.”

  “I think you're cheating.”

  Laughing he said, “You can't prove it. Take off the robe.”

  “I thought you only had to take off clothes if you didn't answer a question.”

  “Favor…I can ask for whatever I want.”

  “You didn't tell me what happens if I refuse the favor.”

  His wickedest smile yet crossed his face and sent a rush of heat to pool in her core. “I get to punish you.” Isabelle was all about control…but the way Alex said it, or maybe the actual thought of him doing it made the heat in her core flare. Feigning annoyance, she untied the belt on the robe, stood up, and let it fall to the floor. The way he looked at her made her shiver with delight.

  “My turn,” she said. “Do you want me, Alex?”

  He swallowed, hard. “Yes.” He reached for another card. It was a two of clubs.

  “Do you want me, Isabelle?”

  She smiled. “Yes. How badly do you want me?”

  “Bad…so fucking bad…” he cleared his throat and said, “Same question.”

  Instead of answering him right away, Isabelle let her hand slide across her breasts, down her abdomen and the stopped at the top of her mound. “So bad that I'm wet just thinking about it.” Alex breathed out a soft curse and then said,

  “What do you want to do with me, Isabelle?”

  She was drunk on lust and her inhibitions had fallen to the floor with her robe. “Everything,” she said. He shifted on the bed, looking uncomfortable in his clothes all of a sudden. “I get to draw a card now,” she said, walking up close to him. She bent slowly, letting her breasts get close to his face and she picked up the top card. She looked at it and smiled. It was a Jack of diamonds. “Take off that shirt,” she said. Alex smiled and pulled it off. Jesus, he was so hot. Her hands ached to touch him. She wished that she had him tied to the bed now, naked, and she was touching every inch of him. She had that image in her head as he reached forward and drew a card. He smiled and crooked a finger at her.

  “What?”

  “I got another Ace.” He showed her the card and said, “Come closer.” Not sure what he had in mind, but getting more turned on by the second, Isabelle took a step toward him. Alex reached up and touched one of her nipples causing her body to jerk in response. “I want to suck on these,” he said.

  “It's your turn,” Isabelle said back, her voice cracking toward the end. Alex took hold of her arm and pulled her down so she was sitting in front of him. Then he leaned forward and ran his tongue all the way around the outside of one of her nipples. Izzy let her head drop back when he did the same to the next one. When he wrapped his lips around one and began to slowly suck the entire breast into his mouth, she forgot what they were doing. Her hands reached out to touch his chest and he let go of her breast and said,

  “Huh uh, it's not your turn.”

  Breathlessly she said, “What happens if I go out of turn?”

  “Punishment,” he said.

  She smiled. “And what would my punishment be?”

  “Keep acting out young lady, and you'll see.”

  “I think I should know up front what my consequences are…and if they might be worth it.”

  “You can ask a question when it's your turn,” he said with a grin. “Now, where was I?” He went back in for her right breast, this time sucking it into his mouth right away and letting his teeth scrape against her nipple. She could feel herself growing wetter as her breasts sent signals of pleasure straight down to her pussy. She didn't know if there was a time limit on “favors,” but she didn't call him on it. Alex licked her nipples, caressed and massaged the mounds of flesh around them and then kissed and sucked every surface, stopping to nibble every so often. She was moaning and writhing against the bed by the time he said, “Okay, your turn.” Isabelle groaned. She didn't want him to stop. She opened her eyes and said,

  “Can I use my favor to have you keep doing that?”

  “You can use your favor for anything, but you have to draw that card,” he said with a smile. She reached for a card with a sigh. It was a five of clubs.

  “Damn, okay…if you punish me for not following the rules, how would that go?”

  He shook his head at her and with a laugh he said, “You're relentless.”

  “Yes I am.”

  “Do you want me to answer your question…or show you?”

  “Mm…definitely show me,” she said. Alex moved so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed and then he patted his lap and said,

  “Lay down.”

  “You're going to spank me?” She was surprised at how much the idea of that turned her on. Usually, she didn't get that excited unless she was the one doling out the “punishment.”

  “You want me to show you, or tell you?”

  Isabelle got up on her knees next to him. His eyes went to her breasts and then trailed down to her pussy before she leaned forward and lay herself across his lap. He still had his pants on, but she could feel how hard he was through them. She wiggled her body against his cock and heard him groan and then suddenly she felt a light smack on her ass. Feeling ornery she said, “That all you got?” He chuckled, and she felt another smack, slightly harder, but still not hard enough to sting. She let her feet drop all the way to the floor and she used them to push herself up so that her butt was higher up in the air. “Harder,” she said. Alex smacked her butt again, this time it stung, and she felt a new gush of wet heat between her legs. Alex's cock twitched underneath her as he raised his hand and smacked her again. “Ouch,” she said.

  “Does that hurt?”

  “Mm hmm…”

  “Are you going to stop being bad?”

  “No.” He slapped her ass again…and again…

  “How about now?”

  “No,” she said, breathlessly. Alex really span
ked her then, with each slap of his hand against her skin slightly harder. She was soaked by the time he stopped and began to massage the stinging skin with his big hand. She tried to wiggle her legs open. She wanted him to touch her pussy. She wanted him to fuck her…but he wasn't ready to give up the game just yet. He sat her back upright and said,

  “My turn.” He pulled a card and held it up. It was a king of hearts. She watched curiously as he stood up and unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. Her mouth began to water as he pushed them down over his hips, taking his shorts down with them. His big, beautiful cock slapped against his stomach as he stood back up. He was as hard as a rock. He took it in his hand and said, “Get on your knees, and suck it.”

  22

  Alex was surprised at how much it was turning him on to issue orders to Izzy. He never knew how hot it could be to play games. With Kelly, and most of the other women he'd been with, foreplay was a kiss or two before he was slipping on the condom and they were fucking. He realized the night he'd fucked her at the club how much better the sex had been when she made him wait so long to come. Tonight, he wanted to try it from a different angle, without taking complete control away from her. When it was her turn, she was welcome to take it back.