I’ve covered a lot of things in my life, I’ve hoped for a living mother, and a healthy father, and I’ve wished for a bulkier bank account but never had I dared to hope for a man. I never hoped for a touch of comfort, I never dared to hope for someone to look at me with such eyes as Alexandro King was looking at me now.
How could I hide these feelings his lips were doing to me with my finger in his mouth when I had never analyzed the feelings in my mind?
I took a deep breath of relief when he finally let go of my bleeding finger. His mouth must have worked some magic on it because it had stopped bleeding, he held my four fingers and placed a kiss on them before finally letting them go.
“I’m hungry,” I whispered, I just hoped we would eat and I could go back to the hotel room. I hoped to leave the hotel soon too, I didn’t like how I was always watched here, and Alexandro King wouldn’t always have to be like this if we were back home.
“I’ve already ordered something. It’ll be here in a few minutes.” He replied. Someone else might have thought he was trying to impress me, but I knew that was not it, he was trying to do something, but I couldn’t lay a finger on what it was.
“Anything is fine, you didn’t have to make them cook what wasn’t on the menu,” I replied humbly, in the unfamiliar floors, I had to be as careful as possible. I must not make mistakes too.
“You seem to be forgetting I owned this hotel, Emily. My staff does anything I want. They never say no.” He replied something was twinkling in his eyes, he was thinking about last night. He was bringing it up and he wanted me to know what he was doing.
Instead of taking his bait, I cleared my throat and replied, “How much longer would they take?”
He acknowledged my attempt to change the topic and atmosphere, but he seemed to pick that same moment to intensify it.
His hands snaked over mine which was lying restlessly on the table. At first, he made it seem casual like he only wanted to check something that had been on my palm but after the fake attempt, he didn’t let go. Instead, he continued to touch it more boldly.
He didn’t go lower than my wrists, just gently caressing my fingers, rubbing on my skin lightly, and skimming his perfectly manicured finger over my palm.
People would think, ‘Oh! He can’t keep his hands off her.’
He knew his game and was good at it. But I had no plan like he had. I was just at the receiving end of his touch. And my body seemed to like it too much.
At first, I told myself, I loved the feeling of his skin, my temperature was always cold, so it was amazing the amount of heat he emitted. He was so warm I wondered how it would feel to curl up against him. His fingers strong and firm had me wondering how hard his abs would be.
The food came just in time to restrain my thoughts from drifting too far. I gave another breath of relief.
I was glad when Alexandro King finally let go of my hand, I slipped both fingers to my hip under the table to calm myself. Even when his hand was no longer touching mine, the tingles his touch gave me didn’t leave me immediately his touch did. It only made me miss his touch. My finger suddenly felt cold again, the warmth had spread to other places, releasing butterflies in my stomach.
The wonderful smell of the food that had been brought was a good distraction. It was easy to let Alexandro King consume my thoughts. All I used to think about was my dad and how to survive. Now he took all my worries and also took their place in my mind. A lot of space.
However, something I didn’t expect happened, The person who had brought our food wasn’t a mere server or waiter but the chef himself, and he bowed to me.
“Good morning Mrs. King. It is an honor to serve you.” He said a small smile on his face.
“Good morning…..” I trailed off because I didn’t know his name, I had expected my husband to fill in for me but he only watched with an amused look on his face.
“Chef Martins.” The chef helped me out.
I smiled and nodded at him. “Chef Martins. It is a pleasure to meet you. What are we having today?” I asked.
Most times, from the knowledge I had from reading, when a chef came to serve food himself, he had only one purpose which was to talk about the food and tell how special and important the meal is.
Chef Martins turned to my husband for permission, and when Alexandro King nodded his approval, the chef began.
“First, you’ll be having a starter called Amuse-bouche and aperitif,” He began proudly. It was obvious he loved his work and was infatuated with his creation. “It was made with the combination of mango, muskmelon and Jamon.”
That seemed a lot for a mere starter, but I patiently let him continue.
“Your appetizer is rough shrimp and scallops. I assure you it is of the best quality than anything else you would taste elsewhere.” He informed me. I didn’t doubt it.
He must have noticed my impatience or Alexandro king might have signaled him to hurry up. “Your main course is a lot. There’s the salmon soup, Mexican rice, the meat, and some very fine lettuce. I must say you eat very healthy Mrs. King. I love your choice of vegetables and protein. Please, do have a wonderful meal.” He finished.
He bowed again and left.
I was surprised because all through his speech, he served nothing and now he was gone but my table was still empty.
Alexandro King stood to his feet. “I would serve you.”
I couldn’t keep in my gasp. I was about to pull up on my feet when his warning came in curt and cold. “Don’t move an inch.”
It was a command. His words held ice that froze me in my seat.
First, he served the starter, and I couldn’t even remember what it was called but it looked as beautiful as its name.
He sat back but didn’t give me a fork. Instead, he lifted the beautiful design started and lifted it to his lips.
“Open Emily, Open for me.”
How does he manage to make everything sexy?
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ALEXANDRO KING Her lips trembled slightly as my fingers brushed against them slightly but that was not what got me hard. It was the soft moan that escaped her when the starter melted against her tongue that woke my dick. It was how her eyelid slowly slid shut and the soft air that escaped her lips as the fruits melted in her mouth. My pants tightened uncomfortably when her eyes opened again. Those purple irises were totally coated in pleasure, and I could feel all her uneasiness sweep away as she gave the food all her concentration, oblivious of how every movement she madecaught my attention. She sighed a lot, constantly taking deep breaths, whenever she was uncomfortable, she sighed, nervous, she sighed. Now I knew she moaned too. I wondered if it would be the same sound that she’ll make she was beneath me with my dick totally inside her. Those eyes, I wanted them to darken with pleasure again but one I had ignited with my hands. I could guess she had very responsive skin. What h
I didn’t have to signal anyone that I was done eating, my staff knew well enough what kind of man I was. We walked side by side, my hands still holding hers, she had seemed uncomfortable with my touch earlier but now I could see she didn’t mind. She would be easy to train. I was surprised she walked very steadily on heels; I had expected her to hand on me with every step she took instead she walked confidently in it. “I wouldn’t have guessed you were good in heels.” I voiced my thoughts. She looked at her legs like she had forgotten she was wearing heels. “Oh, the shoes. I didn’t know I could wear them so easily, but they are steady and comfortable, I think it’s because it was expensive. Original stuff.” She said smiling, obviously proud of herself. Displeasure coated my stomach. I intended to break her, to make her able to rely on nothing but me, not to be confident in herself or even proud of herself. The opportunity to correct that came when she was distracted by some kids com
Her eyes flew open. Her lips parted but closed back. She was taking several deep breaths now. I resisted the urge to laugh. Torturing Emily was going to be so much fun. I couldn’t wait for her to break more rules. It took too much control not to buck when her hands touched the band of my briefs by my groin. She just had to touch there, although she avoided any contact with my dick. She could run but she couldn’t hide. Her eyes slip shut as she slip the brief down and my cock sprang free. I loved that her eyes were closed, I could release that smile that had been tempting to escape. I wanted to pull her by the hair and force my cock into her mouth, but this wasn't for my pleasure, it was to teach Emily a lesson. “Touch it, Emily.” I snarled, teetering at the edge of control. She must have felt the anger in my voice because her fingers came up in a jump, but her eyes didn’t open. I smiled, she shouldn’t be so shy, this wouldn’t be her first time sucking someone’s cock. Her finger
EMILY I like to claim that I have gone through a lot and have suffered. I had sold my father’s house only to have the money stolen from me. I had lost a mother that had been everything to my father, I had lost my father the night my mom died. I had spent everything I had trying to bring him back. Education had failed for me, and I just wanted to make ends meet. To make my father happy again but when things seemed to be getting bright, he had an accident and was now unable to fight out of come. But never, never had I been at the mercy of a man like I now was at Alexandro King. At first, it had been humiliating. Going down on my knees for him, undoing his belt. But when my hand scraped over his hard-on, I couldn’t believe it turned me on. It was my first time coming face to face with a man’s member and I hated how my mouth had watered at the sight. I was scared he would somehow figure out how wet I was down there! And when he finally came in my mouth? I understood what it was to be a
It was like he had read my thoughts earlier concerning my need for a bag. This was more like a purse, but it had a strap. The purse was small and beautiful, surprisingly, it wasn’t black. It was purple, more like lilac because it was a bit brighter than my iris. “It’s beautiful. I love it. Thank you,” I said, turning to him. “The hotel staff prepared it, I heard they also prepared some clothes for you in the closet too.” He said, staring at my face like he was searching for something, then displeasure sprouted up like he was mad that he couldn’t find it. “Yes, help me appreciate them.” I smiled, rubbing my hands together because this conversation was getting awkward, and Alexandro King wasn’t trying to make it any lighter. “They’re only trying to buy your favor. No one does anything just for the fun of it. Everyone has intentions.” He said coldly. His words were aimed at me and not the Hotel staff and I knew it. He was implying that my actions right now had a motive, and I wouldn’t
I snapped back to reality to see a very beautiful lady standing in front of me. We were all staring into the picture in the phone I was holding but my mind had been so far from my body that I had no idea someone had joined us. “I’m so sorry. I got carried away.” I apologized clumsily. I didn’t dare look up at the look on Alexandro King’s face. I couldn’t help wondering if this was another slip-up. “I understand my dear, you both look so good together,” Then she moved closer to my ears and muttered, “How can a woman not be distracted the morning after her wedding night.” Then she stood upright and stretched her hands, “I’m Lauren Gerr.” She had a nice smile but she added nothing to give me an idea of who she was to Alexandro King and he was standing beside me but didn’t volunteer to fill in the information. “I’m Emily King,” I replied with a smile on my face. “Can I ask a favor?” I asked. It was an opportunity now that there was someone available, instead of just asking a random per
ALEXANDRO KING Emily had to be the best actress I had ever met. First, she went from being teary after sucking my cock to being a hot girl in a black dress and smoky eyes. What was more shocking was how she stood against Lauren, who I was about to destroy, with straight shoulders. What had given me the assumption that Emily was a calm little bird in the first place? Was it the way she had begged for her father’s life? Or how desperate she seemed? Now all forms of desperation had disappeared, and she seemed to be putting up her new role with all boldness and bravery. I needed to find another method to put her under my thumb but all I could think about was kissing her again, having my tongue sucked by that little mouth of hers made me want nothing but more. What was more annoying was how I momentarily lost my head around her and how fine she seemed. I just needed to tighten my reign on her a little, remind her who was in control, and let her know she was nothing. No one. But for now
ALEXANDRO KING “Doing what?” I asked. There was this look of irritation in her eyes like she was looking at something that didn’t look good, and I didn’t think it was me. Except that, I was the only person standing in front of her. “I don’t know. Acting, deceiving people, pretending.” She muttered. Her words annoyed me, it was barely two hours after her last punishment, and she was already begging for another. “Someone is growing wings.” I voiced harshly, bringing my hands up her neck and pressing my thumb into that vital point. “You should learn to stop annoying me. It would be for your good.” I let go of her neck before I fell into the temptation of wrapping my fingers totally around her neck and squeezing. She would fall dead with just one snap. “Let’s go in.” We both walked inside and as usual, everyone made way of us, luckily for me, the place was more crowded than usual, so I got to display my wealth and dramatic affection for my newly wedded wife in front of more audience