Madison"I should go brush my teeth," I said, trying to break the tension between us. Before I could slip away, his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me onto his lap in one fluid motion. The silk sheets tangled around us as I landed against his chest with a small yelp. "Where do you think you're running off to?" His breath tickled my ear. "We have no schedule today, remember?" I shifted on his lap, very aware of his growing hardness beneath me. "Well, then maybe we should make one. How about exploring Las Vegas? I've never really seen the city." "As tempting as that sounds," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear, "I have a different itinerary in mind." I felt his hands tighten around my waist, pulling me even closer. "I want to stay right here with you," he whispered. "I want to fuck you on every surface of this suite. The bed, the shower, the couch... hell, even the balcony and kitchen." His words were like gasoline on an already roaring fire. I could feel my body res
MadisonHis hands slid down to my ass, gripping the flesh tightly. I yelped as he delivered a sharp slap to one cheek; the sting only heightened my arousal. He did it again, the sound echoing through the room, mixing with our ragged breaths and moans. "Mr. Knight," I breathed, my voice shaky as I continued to ride him. His cock filled me completely, hitting all the right spots, driving me wild. He chuckled, the sound low and wicked. "You like that, don't you? A little bit of pain with your pleasure." I couldn't deny it. Every slap sent a jolt of electricity straight to my clit, pushing me closer to the edge. I leaned forward, my hands on his shoulders, my breasts pressing against his chest as I rode him harder, faster. His mouth found mine, his kiss hungry and demanding. I opened up to him, our tongues clashing, our breaths mingling. He tasted like sin and desire, a heady combination that had me reeling. One of his hands slipped between us, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed
MadisonI took a bite, the perfectly poached egg bursting in my mouth. Despite my nervousness, I had to admit the food was incredible. Alexander's voice cut through my thoughts. "Enjoying your breakfast?" His eyes glinted with amusement as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me. "Yes, it's delicious," I replied, focusing on my plate. "Good. I like watching you eat." He took a leisurely sip of his coffee, his gaze never leaving me. "Especially when you're trying so hard to concentrate." Heat crept up my neck again. "It's just really good food," I said, steadying my voice. He smirked. "Is that so? Or are you just avoiding looking at me because you remember what we started in the car earlier?" I swallowed hard, refusing to rise to his bait. Instead, I took another bite of my eggs benedict. "We left something unfinished back there." His foot brushed against my leg again under the table. "I'm more than willing to continue now." "Mr. Knight," I warned softly, glancing around the
MadisonThe drive back to the resort was quiet, but Alexander's hand never left my thigh. His fingers traced lazy circles on my skin, inching higher with each pass until I had to cross my legs to maintain my composure. "Las Vegas is beautiful at night," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "The lights, the energy... I want to show you everything." His hand squeezed my thigh. "We could go out this evening and explore the city." I tried to focus on the passing scenery instead of how his touch made my body react. "That sounds nice, Mr. Knight." "The view from the High Roller is spectacular." His fingers dipped between my thighs. "Though not as spectacular as the view I had this morning." Heat flooded my cheeks as memories of our morning activities flashed through my mind. "I should call my mother when we get back," I said, attempting to change the subject. "Check how she's doing." "Of course. Take all the time you need." His hand finally retreated as the car pulled up to the
AlexanderI leaned close to Madison's ear, letting my breath tickle her skin. "Don't keep me waiting too long. You know how impatient I get." The way her body tensed at my words sent a rush of satisfaction through me. I strode toward the elevators, my cock already hardening at the thought of what I'd do to her when she came up. The doors slid shut, leaving me alone with my imagination. Visions of Madison writhing beneath me, her soft moans echoing in my ears, had my blood pumping faster. The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped out, adjusting my suit jacket. My mind still swirled with thoughts of Madison - her soft skin, those little whimpers she made when I touched her just right. The plush carpet muffled my footsteps as I strode down the hallway. I slowed as I approached my suite, noticing the door to 5019 directly across from mine. Abigail's suite. What were the fucking odds? "Coincidence, my ass," I muttered, recalling our encounter at the bar. Abigail had always calculated
AlexanderI kept my expression neutral, though my mind raced through possible ways to get rid of her before Madison returned."I'm waiting for my friend, Leo." I leaned against the doorframe, deliberately blocking the entrance.Abigail's perfectly manicured fingers traced the neckline of her dress. "Really? I could have sworn you were expecting someone else." Her smile widened. "Perhaps me?""No, definitely Leo." I checked my watch, playing up the busy executive act. "He should be here any minute.""Oh, come now, Alexander." She stepped closer, her perfume wafting between us - too strong, too artificial. "Is there someone inside? Don't you want to invite me in for old time's sake?"I weighed my options. Leaving her in the hallway might draw more attention, and the last thing I needed was gossip about me entertaining women."Not like that, Abigail." I stepped aside, gesturing her in with calculated indifference. "But please, come in."She sashayed past me, her hips swaying with practic
MadisonI stepped further into the suite, my footsteps barely audible on the plush carpet. The murmur of voices grew clearer as I rounded the corner into the living area. There was Alexander, sitting in his usual commanding pose in the armchair, exuding an air of authority that was impossible to ignore. Abigail lounged on the couch as she owned it, her perfectly styled hair cascading over her shoulders and her designer dress hugging her figure flawlessly. My stomach clenched at the sight of her, a mix of jealousy and confusion swirling within me. When did Abigail come to the resort? Did Alexander invite her? I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, though I wasn't entirely sure why. It wasn't like Alexander and I had any romantic relationship, yet seeing Abigail comfortably settled on the couch made me uneasy. Alexander's eyes found mine immediately. "Miss Harper. Sit." He gestured to the empty chair across from him. I perched on the edge of the seat, hyper-aware of Abigail's
MadisonHe spanked me again, harder this time. The sting was intense, but the pleasure that followed was even more so. "Fuck, Madison," he groaned, his hands gripping my ass tightly. "You should see how red your ass is. It's fucking beautiful." He spanked me again, his hand lingering on my skin. "This ass is mine," he growled. "Mine to touch, mine to spank, mine to fuck." I could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his desire. His hand slid down, cupping my ass cheek, squeezing it hard. I bit my lip, stifling a moan. He leaned over me, his breath hot on my ear. "You feel that, Madison? You feel what you do to me?" He pressed his hips against me, and I could feel his cock, hard and thick, rubbing against my ass through his pants. A shiver ran down my spine, and I nodded, unable to find my voice. "You want this cock, don't you?" His voice was a low rumble, filled with lust and dominance. "You want me to fuck you with it, don't you?" I took a deep breath, my heart pounding
MadisonBack to Now…Alexander's eyes met mine, a mix of triumph and something darker swirling in their depths. "We found who 'S' is." My heart skipped a beat. After weeks of uncertainty, the mysterious woman who'd drugged Alexander had a name. "What? Who is it?" I leaned forward, nearly knocking over my espresso. Alexander slipped his phone into his jacket pocket. "Leo didn't say over the phone. We need to go meet him now to find out." "Right now?" I glanced longingly at my half-eaten soufflé. "Finish your dessert." I scooped up another bite of the decadent chocolate, savoring it despite my racing thoughts. Alexander watched me with that intense gaze that always made me feel like I was the dessert. "You have chocolate..." He reached across the table, his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. Instead of pulling away, he lifted his thumb to his lips and licked it clean. "Mr. Knight," I whispered, my cheeks heating. "What?" He smirked. "I'm not letting good chocolate go to wa
AlexanderWe moved to a more private spot near the edge of the practice green."So what do we know so far?" Anthony asked, leaning against his putter.Leo sighed, frustration evident in his eyes. "Not much. No name, no contact information, just cash and instructions."I furrowed my brow, trying to piece together the puzzle."After drinking that drug-mixed drink, what happened exactly?" Leo asked, turning to me with a serious expression. "Your sex drive increased dramatically, right? What else?"I hesitated, uncomfortable discussing the details. "Everything intensified. Like someone had cranked up all my senses and desires to eleven. I couldn't think straight. Just wanted to fuck anything that moved.""And did you?" Leo pressed, his expression serious."No," I lied smoothly. "I went straight to my penthouse and called Dr. Peterson. He gave me something to counteract the effects. Knocked me out for most of the night."Anthony raised an eyebrow. "I'm also a doctor, you know. You could ha
AlexanderThe Previous SundayI lined up my putt on the eighth hole, the sun warm on my back as I studied the slight break in the green. The perfect day for golf: clear skies, light breeze, and the satisfaction of watching Anthony struggle through every hole."You're taking forever," Anthony complained from the edge of the green. "It's a three-foot putt, not brain surgery."I took my time just to annoy him further, then sank the ball with a clean stroke. "That's another birdie for me. What are you at now? Double bogey?""Fuck you," Anthony muttered, marking his scorecard with more force than necessary.As we walked to our golf cart, Anthony glanced around the course. "Where's Leo? Wasn't he supposed to join us today?""He said he'd come," I replied, sliding into the driver's seat. "Probably got caught up with work. You know how he is."Anthony tossed his putter into his bag. "More likely, he's caught up with some woman. That guy's dick gets more action than a revolving door."I chuckl
MadisonJenna handed him back his credit card with a smile. "Is there anything else I can help you with today?" Alexander glanced at his watch. "No, that will be all. Thank you for your assistance." As we left the store, I felt excitement and guilt. The clothes were beautiful, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was taking advantage of Alexander's generosity. "Stop overthinking," he said as we walked back to where the car was parked. "I can hear the gears turning in your head from here." "I'm not overthinking," I protested. "I'm just... processing." "Processing what? That you now have a wardrobe befitting your position?" I sighed. "It's just a lot of money, Mr. Knight." "Money I can easily afford," he reminded me. We reached his car, and he opened the passenger door for me. As I slid into the seat, his hand brushed against my lower back, a touch so light it could have been accidental if not for the heat in his eyes. Once he was in the driver's seat, he turned to me before
MadisonI followed Alexander into the first boutique, a sleek space with minimalist decor and clothing displayed like museum artifacts. A saleswoman with a tight bun and even tighter smile approached us immediately. "Mr. Knight! What an honor to have you visit our store," she gushed, ignoring my existence. "How can I assist you today?" Alexander placed his hand on the small of my back, a subtle gesture that didn't escape the saleswoman's notice. "We're looking for professional attire for Miss Harper here." Her smile dimmed slightly as she finally acknowledged me. "Of course. What kind of pieces were you looking for?" "Power suits," Alexander replied before I could speak. "Something that commands respect and exudes confidence. We need outfits that make a statement when she walks into a room." The next hour was a blur of muted grays, blacks, and navy blues. Each outfit felt more restrictive than the last, like I was trying to squeeze myself into someone else's skin. The saleswoman
MadisonI straightened my blouse as Alexander zipped up his pants, a satisfied smirk on his lips. He looked as composed as ever, not a hair out of place. How did he do that? I felt like I'd been through a hurricane. "Ready to go shopping?" he asked casually as if we hadn't just had mind-blowing sex against his office window. "Now? Can't we go after work?" I asked, trying to tame my hair into something presentable. "I have the Miller file to finish, and—" "The Miller file can wait." Alexander grabbed his keys from the desk. "I want to see you in something new. Something that screams 'project manager' rather than 'assistant I occasionally bend over my desk.'" My cheeks burned. "Mr. Knight!" "What? It's just facts." He opened his office door, instantly transforming into the professional CEO everyone else knew. "After you, Miss Harper." I walked past him, hyperaware of the eyes following us as we crossed the office floor. Did they know? Could they tell what we'd been doing minutes a
MadisonAlexander came up behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass. "Look at you," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. "So fucking beautiful." His fingers found my nipples again, pinching and rolling them until I was squirming against him. One hand traveled down my stomach to my pussy, finding me still wet and sensitive. "Already ready for more," he observed, satisfaction evident in his voice. "Such a greedy little cunt." "Please," I whispered, pushing back against him. "I need you inside me again." He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust forward, filling me completely once more. I gasped, my forehead falling forward to rest against the glass. The contrast of the cool window against my overheated skin made me shiver. "Look out," Alexander commanded, his hands gripping my hips. "Look at the city while I fuck you." I forced my eyes open, taking in the sprawling view of Manhattan below us: office buildings, streets filled with tiny cars, and people
MadisonHis tongue found my clit, circling it with maddening precision while his fingers pumped in and out. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building rapidly in my core. "That's it," he encouraged as I rocked back against his face. "Fuck my fingers. Show me how much you want it." I moaned shamelessly, past caring how I looked or sounded. All that mattered was the coiling tension in my belly and the skilled ministrations of his tongue and fingers. He added a third finger, the stretch burning slightly before giving way to pleasure. His other hand reached around to pinch my nipple hard, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. "Fuck!" I gasped, my inner walls clenching around his fingers. "You gonna come on my tongue?" he asked, his voice rough with arousal. "Come for me, Madison. Let me taste it." His fingers curled inside me, hitting my g-spot perfectly while his tongue flicked rapidly over my clit. The combination was too much. I came with a cry, my pussy
MadisonI moaned as he worked his fingers faster, my hips moving in rhythm with his hand. The wall was cold against my back, perfectly contrasting the heat building between my legs. "Someone could walk in," I whispered, clutching his shoulders. "Door's locked. And besides," he nipped at my earlobe, "the risk makes it hotter, doesn't it? Knowing the entire office is just outside while I finger-fuck you against my wall?" My inner walls clenched around his fingers at his words. Damn him for knowing exactly what to say. "Look at you," he growled, his eyes dark with lust. "So fucking responsive. Your nipples are hard already, and I haven't even touched your tits." As if to remedy that oversight, his free hand moved to my blouse, deftly undoing the buttons before pushing my bra up. The cool air hit my exposed breasts, making my nipples tighten further. "Perfect," he murmured, lowering his head to take one peak into his mouth. I cried out, my back arching off the wall as he sucked har