MadisonI felt his cock twitch inside my mouth, a sure sign that he was close. His breathing grew ragged as he thrust harder and faster, using my mouth for his pleasure. But just as I braced myself for his release, he pulled out abruptly, leaving me gasping for air. "Not yet, sweetheart. I need to fuck that tight pussy of yours first." He stepped back, giving me room to stand. I wiped my mouth with my hand, watching him warily. His gaze drifted over to the armrest of the couch, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Turn around and bend over," he commanded, nodding towards the couch. "Ass up, face down." I hesitated momentarily before complying, turning around, and leaning over the armrest. The cool leather pressed against my stomach. I felt exposed, vulnerable, my ass sticking out invitingly. His hand came down hard on my left cheek, the crack echoing through the room. I yelped. Before I could react, another smack landed on my right cheek, then another, and another. Each slap sent
MadisonHis hands were everywhere, roaming over my body like he owned it. And fuck, maybe he did. For now, at least. He pulled back, eyes glinting with that familiar hunger. "Bed. Now." Before I could utter a word, Alexander scooped me up like I weighed nothing. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, our faces inches apart. His eyes burned into mine, the hunger in them sending a shiver down my spine. "What are you—?" "Shh," he hushed, carrying me towards the bedroom. "I told you, bed. Now." I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. He kicked the door open, revealing the expansive bedroom dominated by a king-sized bed. The room was dimly lit, the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. He tossed me onto the bed, and I bounced slightly, my breath hitching. He stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze roaming over my naked body like a predator eyeing its prey. "Spread your legs," he commanded. "Let
MadisonHis fingers worked my clit, his cock filling me completely. I was close, so close. His hand tightened in my hair, his thrusts growing erratic. "Come with me, Madison," he commanded, his voice strained. With a cry, I came again, my body shuddering with the force of my release. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me as he found his own climax. We collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and ragged breaths. I lay there, face down, ass up, hands still cuffed behind my back. I wiggled my fingers, feeling the cool metal against my skin. As the post-orgasmic haze lifted, I became aware of a slight discomfort around my wrists. "Mr. Knight," I murmured, shifting slightly. "The handcuffs..." He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with a smirk. "Too tight for you, Madison?" "Just take them off." He reached over to grab the key from the nightstand. He unlocked the cuffs, and I brought my arms forward, rubbing my wrists. There were red marks where the me
MadisonI rushed toward the door, mind still racing about the photo incident when I collided straight into Alexander's solid chest. His hands gripped my arms, steadying me before I could stumble. "Why are you running around like a headless chicken?" His voice held that dangerous edge from earlier, blue eyes still stormy with residual anger. I straightened my blouse. "You said the car's leaving in five minutes." "Yes." His jaw remained tight as he released me, turning toward the elevator without another word. The private elevator ride to the garage stretched with uncomfortable silence. I kept my eyes fixed on the polished metal doors, hyper-aware of Alexander's imposing presence beside me. The usual crackling tension between us had morphed into something darker after he'd caught me snooping. The doors opened to the garage where his sleek car waited. Alexander strode ahead, not bothering to hold the car door for me like he usually did. I slid into the backseat, maintaining careful
MadisonI gripped my coffee cup tighter, knuckles turning white. The whispers grew louder, more vicious. "Look at her, acting all high and mighty in that Chanel blouse." A woman's nasal voice carried across the cafeteria. "Probably picked it up from a dumpster behind Bergdorf's." "That's definitely a knockoff." Another chimed in. "No way she could afford the real thing on a PA salary." "I've been in accounting for five years," someone complained. "What qualifications does she have to manage a multi-million dollar project?" "God, have you seen her face without makeup?" A particularly nasty voice cut through. "Who'd want to fuck that?" "Maybe she does it with the lights off." Cruel laughter followed. I took another sip of coffee, remembering how Alexander had fucked me against his office windows last week, the entire city spread out below us as he'd made me come three times. The same office these bitter bitches walked past every day. "I heard she smells like desperation and cheap
MadisonI knocked once and entered, tablet held like a shield in front of me. "Your schedule for today, Mr. Knight." My voice came out clear and steady as I positioned myself beside his desk. He gestured for me to continue without looking up from his computer screen. The familiar scent of his cologne hit me - spicy, expensive, and entirely too distracting. I forced my eyes to focus on the tablet. I ran through his appointments methodically, keeping my tone crisp and businesslike. "That concludes today's schedule, Mr. Knight. Would you like me to adjust anything?" "No adjustments needed." His eyes finally lifted from the computer screen, fixing on me with an intensity that made my skin tingle. Without breaking eye contact, he reached for a small remote on his desk and pressed a button. The office blinds whirred closed behind me, shielding us from the sights of our colleagues, while the floor-to-ceiling windows still revealed the city beyond. "Lock the door, Ms. Harper." My
MadisonI heard the tear of a foil packet, and a moment later, the blunt head of his cock pressed against my pussy, teasing me with its promise. "Tell me what you need, Madison," he demanded. I tried to speak around the panties still stuffed in my mouth, but all that came out was a muffled moan. He chuckled, the bastard enjoying my struggle. "Can't hear you," he taunted, pressing his cock against me just enough to make me squirm. I took a deep breath, forcing the words out as best I could. "Mmrrph fffck mmm," I managed, pushing back against him, trying to take what I needed. He leaned over me, his breath hot on my ear. "What was that? You want me to fuck you?" I nodded frantically, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment and desire. He was enjoying this way too much, but damn if it wasn't turning me on even more. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he said, and with one brutal thrust, he filled me completely. I cried out, the sound muffled by the panties in my mouth. He pulled out
MadisonThe walk to the conference room felt like a mile. Each step reminded me of my naked state beneath my skirt. The clicking of my heels against the marble floor matched my thundering heartbeat. We entered the conference room, where board members and executives sat waiting. Their eyes followed us as Alexander strode to his place at the head of the table. I slid into my seat, hyper-aware of the fabric of my skirt against my bare skin. The cool leather of the chair made me suppress a small gasp. Alexander's eyes flickered to me, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. Brad, our head of sales, started his presentation. Numbers and graphs flashed across the screen as he detailed our performance across different sectors. I focused on taking notes, determined to maintain my professional composure despite the constant reminder of my missing underwear. "Our hotel division saw a 15% increase in revenue," Brad continued, clicking through his slides. "The new property in Miami exceeded e
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
MadisonThe elevator doors slid open, and I stepped onto the executive floor. The office was quieter than usual, probably because I'd arrived earlier than normal. After yesterday's chaos, I wanted to get a head start on the day. I set my purse down at my desk and glanced toward Alexander's office. I could see him already at his desk, focused on his computer screen. Of course, he'd beaten me here. The man probably never slept. I smoothed down my pencil skirt, took a deep breath, and walked to his door, knocking lightly before entering. "Good morning, Mr. Knight," I said, trying to sound professional despite the memories of our kiss in his car last night. Alexander looked up, his eyes immediately traveling from my face down to my heels and back up again in a quick assessment that somehow made me feel both appreciated and undressed at the same time. "Madison," he replied, his voice low and rich. "Sleep well?" "Yes, thank you." I walked further into his office. "How long have you be