Just like Grey

by Jessie Cooke

  He watched her stand up in front of him. He was tempted to reach out and fondle her breasts, but it wasn't his turn…technically. He watched her get on her knees and wrap her hand around his throbbing cock. His body convulsed as she looked up at him with those sexy blue eyes. She locked eyes with him and began to slowly move her hand up and down, leaning forward and letting her tongue come out, she licked across the head and around it.

  “Oh Jesus,” he whispered.

  Isabelle smiled up at him and said, “You like that?”

  He choked out a “Yes,” and she stroked him a little faster letting the tip of his cock slap against her tongue each time. She had her other hand on his thigh, kneading and squeezing as she stroked and licked him. Her hair was still wet, and he liked the way the long, wet strands felt as they brushed up against his skin. He had to touch her, even if she chastised him for it. He reached down and put his fingers on her nipples. He twisted and pulled on them lightly until he felt her push his legs open further. She started licking and sucking his upper thighs and his hands went to her hair, trying to guide her mouth back to his aching cock. She liked to tease him though and as painful as it was, he knew it would be worth it in the end. She had a hand on each thigh now and she let her fingernails scrape against his skin while her lips and tongue drove him to the brink of madness…and they'd barely touched his cock yet. He almost lost it completely when he felt her suck one of his balls into her mouth. No woman had ever done that before and the feeling of her swishing it around in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it was incredible. She let that one go and moved over and did the same to the other. She was making loud noises with her lips which made it even more erotic for him.

  He felt her tongue sliding up his shaft…just the tip of it, drenching it with her saliva. She worked her way up the sensitive underside until she got to the head and then she licked around underneath it. Finally, still looking up at his face, she parted her lips and sucked the head in between them. He was shaking all over as she slowly let his entire cock slide into her mouth, tipping her head so that she could take him in deep. He moaned when he felt the tip of it hit the back of her throat. She let it slide back out and then she did it again, and again. Her head began bobbing up and down in his lap and the entire time, her hands were moving. She was squeezing his thighs and scratching him lightly with her fingernails. She was driving him crazy and he felt his orgasm building. He wanted to wait, to hold back…but it had been so long. Isabelle felt it too and suddenly her fingers were clamped in a “C” around the base of his cock. She slid her lips off slowly, gave him one more light squeeze, and smiled up at him and said,

  “My turn.” Alex could only nod. He was afraid to even try to speak. All the moisture in his body had gone down south and his mouth was as dry as a bone. Isabelle sat back on her knees and reached for a card. She smiled when she looked at it before flipping it around. “Queen of spades,” she said. She got up and he was treated to the sight of her walking across the room again. She sat down in the desk chair again, lifted her long legs and hooked one over each arm. Her dark hair was a mess, hanging in her face and sticking to her shoulders. Her lips were red and swollen and he was looking directly at the prettiest pussy he'd ever lay eyes on. She was like a wet dream come true. She crooked a finger at him and he started to stand up. She smiled wickedly and said, “On your knees.” Alex didn't even protest. He slid his pants all the way off and walked over to her on his knees. He looked up at her questioningly and she said, “Make me come.”

  Alex didn't hesitate, he dove right in. He licked her first, just to taste her sweetness. Isabelle watched him and scratched his scalp gently with her long fingernails as she did. He let his tongue play with her clit for several seconds until she was moaning and her fingers were clutching at his hair, and then he stopped and pulled back. She whimpered and looked down at him. He smiled and put one of his fingers in his mouth, sucking on it until it was covered with his saliva. With his eyes still on her face, he slid the finger up into her soaking-wet pussy. She moaned. He smiled again and began working a second finger up into her. She wiggled her butt down further toward the end of the chair and he began to move them around inside of her. Her head dropped back and her eyes closed while she bucked her hips into his hand. He leaned forward and let his tongue press into her clit. She cried out his name and pushed at his head. He tongued her clit hard and then flicked it fast, the whole while moving his fingers in and out of her, feeling the soft walls of her pussy clamp down around his fingers tightly. He was fingering her fast and hard when she panted out,

  “Three.”

  Alex smiled against her flesh and began working a third finger up inside of her. His hand was covered with her juices and it was all over his face. He sat back slightly and licked his lips and where his tongue had been, he pressed with his thumb. Isabelle let go of his head and put her hands on her breasts. She began pinching and twisting her nipples while still rocking her hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers. Alex loved watching her. She was so hot, so sexy…so fucking incredible. He finger-fucked her faster and harder, leaning in again to flick at her clit and taste her. He loved the way she tasted…the way she felt. He loved how her clit hardened against his tongue when he swirled around it. He could feel her getting more worked up. Her clit was throbbing, her pussy was holding his fingers like a vise. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard as she lifted her hips and screamed out his name. Alex bit down on her clit at the last second and she let go of her breasts and grabbed his head, holding it down in between her legs while she came. He could feel her body shaking and convulsing and he could hear her sounds of ecstasy. He loved that he was the one that made her feel that way. He never wanted to stop.

  Isabelle used his face and his tongue and his hand, until the waves of the orgasm had passed. When she was finished, she pushed the chair back slowly and let his fingers fall out of her pussy. She looked down at him with fire in her dark blue eyes and said, “Fuck, that was amazing. Fuck those cards. Tell me what you want next.”

  Alex smiled, licked his fingers and got to his feet. He looked over at the glass hotel window. It was getting close to dawn and the sun was beginning to rise. He'd always made love with the curtains closed even though he lived in a penthouse. He walked over and pulled open the drapes and then looked at Isabelle and said, “Come here.”

  She smiled and walked over to where the floor to ceiling curtains were now wide open and the early morning rays of the sun were beginning to stream through. He saw her glance out and he could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she said, “What floor are we on?”

  “The sixth.” she nodded, and he knew then that she was okay with what he wanted to do. With her facing the window, he stepped behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. He spent some time kissing and sucking on her neck before he began taking slow steps toward the window, propelling her forward along with him. When they got close enough he told her,

  “Press your palms into the window.” Isabelle did as she was told, and Alex reached down and took hold of his cock. It was so close to exploding that it almost hurt to touch it. “Stick that ass out for me, baby.” Isabelle arched her back and stuck her ass out. Alex was overcome with the need to slap it, so he did. He was amazed at how much pleasure he got from that, especially because each time he did it, Izzy would moan or let out a contented sigh. He slapped it again and then massaged the red area before reaching his hand between her legs and feeling how wet she was. He used one foot to kick her legs open further and then he guided his cock to her pussy. With her pressing into the glass like she was doing an upright push-up, Alex entered her pussy from behind. They both groaned when they felt him fill her up. His cock fit her perfectly and he felt her pussy muscles spasm around it. He fucked her slowly at first, moving in and out of her at a steady pace. But soon the need to move faster overcame him and he reached around her neck with one arm and held her there by her throat while he began to slam his hips into her. Izzy le
t her hands slip and soon the front part of her body was smashed into the cold glass. Alex could see their reflection in it and something about the sight of his arm around her throat, lightly choking her send waves of lust through his body. He fucked her harder, reveling in the noises she made each time her body slammed into the glass. They were too high for anyone on the street to see them, but as he fucked her he began to imagine that someone was on the sixth floor in the office building across the way, watching them. That sent him catapulting over the top of the cliff and he pressed his mouth to Izzy's ear and said,

  “Can I come?”

  He felt her face turn up in a smile. In a breathless voice she said, “It's your turn. You can do what you want.” He wanted to come, so badly…but he also didn't want their “games” to end just yet. “If I come will you make me hard again?” Izzy laughed and said,

  “In a heartbeat.” Alex stopped fighting it and there were no words in any language to describe the wash of pleasure that filled his body as his orgasm filled hers. Fucking incredible.

  23

  One Month Later

  Alex sat in the back of the courtroom. The prosecutor had taken statements from Isabelle, Alex, Levi and Mike. He had interviewed Kelly at length and many of the female employees of Ragged Beauty, as well as the redhead that had agreed to be a part of things that night at the hotel.

  Mike, thank God, had the foresight to go back to the table that night while Alex was sitting with Isabelle, and find the glass she'd been drinking from. He bagged it and gave it to hotel security who then turned it over to the police. What they had was Isabelle's DNA and fingerprints on the glass, Daniel's fingerprints on it as well, and residue…leftovers of a date rape drug that hadn't completely dissolved. Daniel was being charged with kidnapping and attempted sexual assault as well as charges related to possessing the date rape drug. His career was over as Kelly had fired him and claimed no involvement in any of it. Unfortunately, the text messages never mentioned Isabelle or drugs or anything that could be used against Kelly. It was simply Daniel's word against hers and the DA wasn't interested in pursuing anything he wasn't sure he could win.

  Kelly was investing most of her time these days doing damage control. The negative press about Daniel had affected sales at Ragged Beauty. Alex's rage had burned so hot at first that it was a miracle he'd been able to find the patience to wait so long to make her pay for what she did to Isabelle. But Isabelle was the primary person he had to thank for that. Had he gone off half-cocked that day, he may have ended up in jail himself. Instead, he sat down with Levi and together with Isabelle, they had formulated a plan to make sure she would at least never be in a position of power again.

  Meanwhile, thanks to all the publicity surrounding Daniel and Ragged Beauty, the model that Daniel claimed Kelly was going to pay off for him if he “ruined” Isabelle for her, came forward with her own complaints. Again, it was unfortunate that she wasn't able to implicate Kelly in anything criminal…but as far as Daniel went, he was going to face sexual assault charges there as soon as he was sentenced in Isabelle's case.

  Daniel had clammed up as soon as he was arrested until the model came forward and it was then that his attorney advised him to plead to lesser charges in Isabelle's case before that one went to trial. He was pleading today to charges of False Imprisonment and possession of a controlled substance. The lesser charges, and the lesser jail time required for each one pissed Alex off. But at least he knew he wouldn't escape the sexual assault charges without at least the minimum sentence of one to two years, which wasn't enough, but Alex was hoping the judge would sentence him to the maximum today which would be seven years and a fifty-thousand-dollar fine to his victim. Isabelle said she didn't want his money and Alex knew she would probably donate it to charity, but between the legal fees and fines, Alex hoped any savings Daniel might have would be depleted by the time he got out of prison.

  Isabelle hadn't wanted to be there for the sentencing. She said she had no desire to look at Daniel ever again. She'd already done her part, so it wasn't required of her. She'd been keeping busy, using the severance package Kelly gave her (to make the company look good, of course) to get her own business started. She had rented a small building near Fifth Avenue and she was going to start out designing and selling custom accessories, anything from belts and hats to headwear for brides. She wouldn't let Alex help her financially, and he didn't push. He respected her need to do it on her own. Slowly she was coming around to the idea of a relationship that was on equal footing, where no one was in control all of the time…but he was willing to be patient with her for as long as it took. He didn't have a problem relinquishing control to her when she needed it…but most of the time they took turns, and that had been a hell of a lot of fun.

  Alex watched as Daniel was ushered into the courtroom in his orange jumpsuit. His bail had been denied based on the fact that he had no relatives in New York and no concrete ties. He looked haggard, and practically defeated. His skin was sallow and gray and his eyes dull and lifeless. His hair which had only been gray at the temples a month ago, was shot through with it now. It was like he'd aged ten years in a month. Alex was glad to see that life had not been easy on him inside.

  The judge called the courtroom to order and then talked about the charges that Daniel had plead guilty to and what the maximum sentences were for each. He then asked Daniel if he had anything to say for himself. If Daniel had half a brain, in Alex's opinion, he would have kept his mouth shut. But, he couldn't do it. He told the judge he wanted to speak and he was shown up to the witness box. The bailiff adjusted the microphone in front of him and Daniel said,

  “I want the court…and everyone involved to know that I am truly sorry for my actions. I accept full responsibility for the charges I plead to but, I would like the court to note the following:

  I have no prior criminal record.

  I did not act alone.

  I was pressured by my boss to do this which is some form of harassment itself.

  I never intended to harm anyone.

  I never hurt Isabelle Brazil, and she wasn't sexually assaulted on my watch.

  I would like to ask the court to take this all into consideration and impose the minimum sentence here today. Thank you.”

  Daniel didn't look out at the audience in the courtroom, but Alex shot fire and daggers out of his eyes at him the entire time. After he took his seat, the DA had a chance to offer sentencing suggestions. He recommended the maximum sentences which made Alex happy. At last the judge said,

  “I have to tell you Mr. Montgomery that I not only find your actions to be despicable, but I am also disturbed by the fact that you are still trying to lay blame on someone else rather than own up to them. My fear is that if given a light sentence, you would just get out to rescind again.” Daniel started to speak, and his attorney put a hand on his arm to stop him. The judge raised a bushy eyebrow and went on. “I am sentencing you in the matter of false imprisonment, and possession of a controlled substance to no less than five years in the state penitentiary with credit for time served and a minimum fine of fifty-thousand dollars paid to the defendant and twenty-five thousand paid to the State of New York for the cost of these proceedings.”

  “Your honor! I can't go to prison for five years!” The judge banged his gavel, but Daniel continued to yell. Alex thought he might even be crying as they escorted him out. As far as he was concerned, the piece of shit got off lightly…but it at least did his heart good to know Daniel would probably not fit-in, or be well-liked in prison.

  Once court was over, Alex met with Levi at a cafe just down the street from Ragged Beauty. Mike came in just as they were taking their seats and said, “I made sure Miss Valentine was in the office today. I just came from there and it looked like she was in a meeting. According to her assistant, she will be in that meeting for several hours and she has another scheduled right after.”

  “Thanks, Mike.” Mike left and after Alex and Levi ordered their coffee, Levi
handed him a stack of papers. Alex looked them over while sipping his coffee and offhandedly listening to Levi flirt with the girls behind the counter. After Alex was satisfied with what he read, he signed them and put them back in the manila envelope he'd taken them out of. “How's Rachel?” he asked his friend.

  Levi made a sad face and said, “She got a new job in with a massage chain company out on Staten Island.”

  “That's good, right?” Levi hadn't minded meeting Rachel at the BDSM club, and he hadn't judged her for working there, but once they began dating regularly, he hadn't liked the idea of her going there every day knowing what went on. Rachel agreed to look for another job and it sounded like she found one. What Levi looked so sad about, Alex didn't know.

  “It's good for her, and the kid. But, she broke up with me a few days ago.”

  Alex frowned. The last time he'd seen them together, it seemed that things were going really well. “Why?”

  He shrugged. “I'm not sure. The ex-husband has been around a lot lately, supposedly spending time with the kid. But, I got the feeling there was more to that. Maybe she wants the kid to have parents that are together. I guess I can’t blame her for that. But, it sucks. I miss her. I miss them both.”

  “Damn, I’m sorry, man. Why did she tell you she was breaking up with you?”

  “She didn't, really. Ever since she started taking the ferry out to the island and back every day, she just says she doesn't have time to hang-out. She needs to spend time with her kid and doing, ‘mom-stuff’ at home. She says it's just not a good time in her life to start a new relationship.”

  “That's rough man,” Alex said. “I'm sorry.”