Hope says she understands, but I know it hurts her. She wanted Taylor to like her. He has that effect on people, sometimes it’s his wealth, or his looks, or his aloofness, but it makes people crave his approval. Because when he does, it makes them feel special. Hope wants a big brother, but she doesn’t understand who he really is. She’s inferred about the things he endured, but she doesn’t really understand how it has shaped him. She had Taylor’s mother, and my father, but she didn’t have to deal with the aftermath. Both Taylor and I grew up thinking we were abandoned.
An unspoken question floats in the air whenever I chat online or on the phone with Hope, and it’s about the wedding. She asks about details. Like any woman would, I tell her my plans. But I haven’t invited her. It’s Taylor’s day too, and I don’t want to impose such a sensitive issue so soon after even finding out she exists.
As the plane flies over crisp, snow-covered white mountain caps, Taylor looks out the window and smirks. He looks at his watch.
“My guess: the Swiss Alps. What do you have planned up your sleeve?”
“I hate that you are so perceptive. It makes you so much harder to dupe.”
“I am being a good sport. You know I could have looked at the manifest today if I wanted. I am privy to these things, you know.”
“Oh rub it in, why don’t ya!”
The plane lands, and yes, he’s right, we are in the Swiss Alps. A car waits for us and drops us off at our hotel. There we grab a quick lunch, but I am too exited to care about the food on my plate.
“So are you going to stare at me with that smirk the whole time, or are you going to eat?” Taylor asks before taking a bite of his salad.
“I’m not smirking,” I say with a huge smile on my face.
“I am becoming more and more terrified by the minute.”
“You should be.”
Once lunch is over, I glance over at my cell phone. Perfect timing.
“Alright Mr. Holden. It’s time to go,” I order. His chin is tucked down and he looks at me from the tops of his eyes and I nearly melt, like I am again that clueless woman being interviewed for an assistant position with a handsome and enigmatic man who saved me from a thunderstorm.
We stride through the hotel lobby and I admire his impeccable everything: A slim gray pair of jeans, a white fitted v-neck, over it an open navy zip-up sweater, a pair of perfectly faded leather ankle boots, his dark hair just the right combination of messy and coifed, his winter stubble. I almost lose myself admiring this man, but he catches me staring at him just as we approach the lobby doors.
He doesn’t saying anything, just smirks knowingly and winks. As we emerge the hotel, there it is, my surprise, waiting for us just as we had planned. I nearly squeal.
I grab Taylor’s hand before he can see it and he turns to face me.
“So, do you remember our first date?”
“Do you mean in St. Petersburg?”
“No, I mean after we…” I wink. “I asked to know more about you. And at first you were hesitant, but then…then you surprised me the next morning. With breakfast…and then…” I pause to let him fill in the blank.
“The track.”
“Yup,” I smirk.
“I only really remember one thing about that visit,” he says slyly, and it sends a shiver down my body.
“It meant a lot to me, that you would share something that I know you consider to be a private hobby. Something you choose to do on your own when you need to clear your head. And I thought, who needs strippers when the thrill of a fast car is so much hotter?”
He cocks an eyebrow, trying to hide the crooked smile. I think he knows where this might be headed.
“The best driving road in the world is the Stelvio Pass. The second is the San Bernardino Pass. They are both here in the Swiss Alps. So I thought, why the hell not?” I pull his hands so he leans towards me and I whisper in his ear: “I want to see the sexiest man in the fucking world drive a fast car.” And then I turn my face to the red Ferrari 458 Speciale and Taylor follows suit.
He leans into my ear and whispers back, “then what the fuck are we waiting for? Let me show you just how fucking sexy this can get.”
I fucking love his filthy mouth.
***
Taylor has the purest smile on his face as we cruise through the hairpin turns flanked by gray and white mountains. The occasional Swiss farmhouse pops up from the nearly untouched landscape reminding us we are not as alone as we may feel. The engine purrs beneath us, humming at a different rate as Taylor accelerates or decelerates. My iPhone, connected to the stereo system, plays “Open Your Eyes,” by Snow Patrol in the background.
“So, what do you think?” I ask.
He gives me a double take, trying to keep his eyes on the road while acknowledging me. But his gorgeous white teeth flash through his slanted smile, and it tells me everything.
“I think I might be the luckiest guy in the world. Very few things surprise me, and very few gifts excite me. But this…this…” he says, as he shifts the paddle gears behind the steering wheel. The engine growls as he speeds up on a straightaway, passing a car in front of us.
“Whoa,” I say, clenching the seat. We speed through a tunnel attached to a mountain side, sun flickering through open arches in the wall. Looking through them reminds me that a brick enclosure is all that separates us from the edge of a several hundred foot drop.
“Nervous?” he asks.
I nod. “Unlike you, I have a healthy fear of death,” I say.
“Just because I don’t fear it, doesn’t mean I want it. I’m just getting started with you.”
“That’s my hope,” I say gingerly.
“Get naked.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Take off your clothes. Now.”
Slowly, I pull my sweater off overhead and unbuckle my belt, sliding my pants down to my ankles.
“Throw your clothes in the back, there,” he motions with his chin. I comply.
“Spread your legs open.” A sharp turn approaches and he flies through it, making me gasp. Then another. Finally, the turns are less aggressive. He grabs my hand and sucks on my forefinger and ring finger. “Slide them in your pussy and play with yourself.”
I lean against the space between my seat and the door, so that I am facing Taylor diagonally, and pull my feet up on the seat. “Finger fuck yourself. Go ahead. I want to hear you moan.” I feel the shift in pressure as the car moves faster, and the vibration and call of the engine informs me that Taylor is pressing the gas. Through the window the snow and earth-colored mountains race past us in a blur. We move so fast, just a mistake away from death. The car slows, but the sharp turns, as curved as refrigerator coils, make my heart drop.
My fingers slip into my wetness, the warmth of the sun bathing my skin contrasts the coolness of the air in the car, and I slink my body against the leather, sliding my pelvis closer to Taylor.
“You know I have to keep my hands on the steering wheel,” Taylor responds to my body language. “Otherwise, I would gladly help. Now, spread open your lips for me, I want to see that pink pussy.”
The car curves and roars as he navigates the paved roads like the expert driver he is. I gently open my lips for him, and he glances down, biting his lip. “Mmm,” he says. “Keep going.”
I rub gentle circles on my clit, using the other hand to massage a breast, as I moan in pleasure. “I want to touch you. May I, sir?” I ask, breathlessly.
“Wherever you want, baby,” he says, his voice lowering as the groin area of his pants stretch. As I get on my knees, a biker drives in the other direction. I think he sees me.
“Oops!” I say.
“I don’t mind making someone else’s day,” he says devilishly.
I carefully lean forward and softly kiss Taylor’s neck, so softly my lips barely touch his skin. I lick the tip of his earlobe with my tongue and then tug on it with his teeth.
I rub my hands over the thick, long bulge ea
gerly attempting erupt through the zipper of his pants. “Take it out,” he commands through a sigh. Carefully, I prop myself up against the top of his seat, so as not to accidentally get in his way, and with my available hand, I run it down his obliques, to his belt line, unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and glide my hands to the smooth warmth of his phallus. My breasts rest just an inch away from his face and he tilts his cheek towards one, biting his lip as he nuzzles in their pillowy softness. Then he curves his lips and tugs on one of my nipples with his teeth. I sway my hips and moan in reply.
I scrape his neck with my teeth as I lean over to stroke his cock. The car speeds up as he passes two cars and then he sails at a high speed, now undeterred by other vehicles on the road. “Bend over the seat and play with yourself. I want to see you from behind.”
I face the passenger side window in the tight space of the car, my breasts and face press against the window, which faces the ominous cliff’s edge, just feet away from me. I reach under and slide my fingers inside the glistening softness, losing myself in the excitement of the speed, the risk, my bare skin, speeding in a work of modern technology through some of the most beautiful scenery nature can summon. The car slows and I feel a sharp burn as a loud slap reverberates through the car. It’s followed by a painful grab, that makes me gasp as Taylor uses his masculine grip to squeeze a hunk of flesh.
But I want him inside of me, and I know the best way to tempt him. I come back over the face him, and reach for his cock, sliding underneath his arms and taking him in my mouth.
“God…” he whispers under his breath. “I need to stay focused, baby.”
“Then stay focused,” I say, as I take him all the way to the back of my throat. A gritty breath escapes Taylor’s mouth. I run the tip of my tongue softly against the pretty head of his cock and then slowly take him in my mouth again. Then again. The more I slowly linger as I pull my lips up his shaft, the harder he gets.
“Fuck this shit,” he says, pulling sharply to an overlook on the right. A lone car is parked on the other end. “Don’t worry about them,” he says before I can comment. “Turn around.” I don’t know the laws in Switzerland for things like this, but Taylor wants what he wants, and I will always be happy to give it to him.
I bend over for him, my pussy an offering for him to use as he pleases. His teeth sharply burrow into the flesh of my buttocks, and I slap the panel of the passenger door to absorb the electric pain. Two of his fingers glide up and down my slick lips. “Mmm,” he says, licking his fingers as he tastes my arousal. “You smell and taste amazing. When I dream of you, I smell and taste you.” He pulls my cheeks apart and buries his face into me, using his tongue to access me, moving slower or faster, making me purr like the engine of the car would in response to his shifting of gears.
My eyes focus ahead on the person in the distance as he exits his car and lights a cigarette. I wonder if the car window is an adequate shield, but it only takes seconds before the man focuses in on the window. He brushes his hair back and leans against his car, never letting his eyes leave his view of the passenger side window.
“Someone is watching,” I say weakly, submitting to the power of Taylor’s tongue.
“Then let him,” Taylor says. “Now be a good girl and relax, let yourself cum. Think of what that man over there sees. He’s admiring your beautiful tits, your sexy mouth, your long dark hair.” His words make my pussy bloom with arousal. “Enjoy the fact that you make men want to shove their dick inside of you. Because that’s all they can do…is want. Only I can take.”
Again, he plunges his face, the sound his his tongue lapping up my pussy is an aphrodisiac. Taylor has given me free reign to come as I please, and at this point, it doesn’t take much. The man in the distance, looks left and right, we are still the only ones, and he slides his hand into his pants. Well, what do you know? We found the one other freak going for a joyride in the alps.
“Oh god, oh god!” I call out, as Taylor devours me. I come without discretion, not caring, in fact, hoping that the man across the overlook can hear me. I slap the window, trying to express the energy exploding out of every pore in my body and I twerk my hips against Taylor’s beautiful face. I lay limp, with my face against the window for just a moment before Taylor mercilessly pulls me towards him. He isn’t done with me.
“Sit on my cock.” He uses his strength to effortlessly guide me over the low center console, and I carefully glide my opening over his shaft. We both let out a gasp of undeniable pleasure as I fully envelop his painfully hard dick. I know he won’t last long from the relentless grip of my pussy in this position and the fact that his penis is already so hard.
He crosses my arms in front on me, across my stomach, and grips me tightly, rocking my body up and down at the pace he chooses. I cry out in a mix of pain and ecstasy as his cock rubs so deep inside of me, it’s an assault of pleasure. Delirious sounds escape my mouth, not quite words, just guttural hums, and moans, and incoherent begging to both stop and continue. My nipples shrink to their hardest point, so that just my hair brushing against them heightens the arousal of my clit.
“Shy,” Taylor grunts from deep within his chest as he ravages my pussy. His pacing becomes more violent, as he presses my down harder each time, faster, more violently. He releases his arms from me and presses me against the steering wheel, my chest setting off the horn, as I grip the wheel itself, choking out yelps of pleasure as he thrusts his hips to counteract mine.
My eyes glaze with moisture, not from emotion, but a physical response to the overwhelming sensations throughout my body. The horn reacts to each thrust, honking rhythmically. Until his cock becomes so swollen with arousal that I let out a steady loud cry as he fucks me so hard that I bite the steering wheel as he lets go inside of me, filling me, conquering me.
Other men can watch, but they can’t touch.
I collapse back onto him as we pant, my sweat-soaked hair sticking to my face and body. I am a limp shell, completely spent from Taylor’s victorious coup of my body.
I limply turn my head to the right and the man is no longer there.
Chapter 34
“Do you really need to stay in the farmhouse all week with the girls?”
“Yes, absence makes the heart grow fonder,” I say, folding a pair of jeans into my suitcase. “You gave me a week reprieve from your Dom-ship, remember?”
“I can revoke it.”
“Then I will scream ‘red’ until the cows come home.”
"You are taking advantage of the system."
"I learned from the best."
“I should spank you for being so fresh.” Oh dear, that almost made me jump his bones. “You’ll be about five minutes away, so if I really want to see you, I can just stop by.”
“One, I know you don’t want to stop by a week-long slumber party. When women get together in packs something hormonal happens. You don’t want to be there for that. Everyone will either try to hump you or eat you alive, depending on when you catch us. Two, I know you have a lot of work to get out of the way before the wedding, so this will be a perfect distraction-free environment.”
“Unlike your little gift to me…” he says, looking at me with that panty-soaking coy smirk.
“Yes, that trip was wholly unproductive if we are considering that whole CEO thing you do…”
Taylor’s phone rings, and he walks over to the dresser to grab it. “We’re not done here,” he points at me, as he walks over to it. I shake my head at his persistence.
I resume packing my bag with a satisfied grin on my face. This is one battle Mr.Holden will not win.
"What's wrong?" I hear Taylor ask. Instinctively, I try to figure out to whom he is speaking. His tone does not sound business like, but just then, my phone goes off. It's Detective Acosta, who I haven't heard from since my last inquiry about Eric.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Ball?"
"Yes, this is. Hello detective."
"I have some news for you. You may h
ave heard by now."
"News? No, what news?"
"You won't have to worry about Eric any longer. A body was found a couple of weeks ago in a shallow grave in Northern Mexico. The remains have been identified as Eric Holden's."
"What?" I ask. "I don't understand." I really don't understand. I have had the upper hand of knowing everything in our conversations, and a feeling of genuine cluelessness rips through me, the way all of Acsota's news should have thus far.
"His death is now a homicide investigation, one on Mexican soil at that, so I have as many details as most. But what is known is he was shot several times, execution style. This part of Mexico is nearly entirely run by the cartels, and we know Eric once had a drug problem. It's likely he became tied up in some things and got in over his head."
I rest my forehead onto my hand. "You said I might know by now…Did you tell his family?”
"His parents were notified."
"The wedding," I say under my breath, but Acosta picks up on it.
"I am sorry for the timing of this."
"No…that's life, right?"
"You may get some calls as the FBI investigates his death, but this will likely be the end of the road for us."
"Thank you, so much. Really. I should go," I say, still dazed from the unsettling news. This has to be Taylor's doing, but he left me in the dark about this one.
I end the call, lost in thought for a few seconds, until I realize Taylor is quietly leaning on the doorway, watching me.
"What the fuck, Taylor? Mexico?" I ask, thrusting my phone in the air. “That was the detective. It was really fun being blindsided like that.”
“This is good.”
"This is good? What is good? I don't understand what the hell is going on! They told your dad and Nan."
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