Chapter 5

Lila's pov 

My hands shook by my side as I watched the elevator doors slid shut, sealing us in glass and steel.

Alexander stood behind me, close enough that I felt the heat of him through my blouse. His breath fanned my neck but I stilled my body, aware that the elevator was very well see through. One dangerous move, and our face could be pasted in the gossip mill the next day.

We were heading to the 40th floor for the quarterly review. I held my bag in one hand, and Alexander's project slide in the other hand. I was very well prepared for the meeting. I spent last night preparing for it until I fell asleep on my very uncomfortable mini desk.

But my heart could not stop racing, like I was heading for my own funeral.

My heart leaped when I saw him hit the emergency stop button without warning. The elevator jerked to a halt between floors and the alarms began to beep at once, then silenced.

I turned to him, my eyes wide with curiosity.

“Sir—” I tried to say but he was on me in less than a second. He slammed me against the glass wall, his one hand gripping my hips hard enough to bruise it, and the other just above my head, against the wall.

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, tingling the sensitive nerves there. I shivered slightly as I looked up at him. “Anyone could look up and see you.”

The thought immediately sent a rush of heat straight to my pussy, and I began to clench my thighs to soothe the ache, but his hand came between them, stopping me.

I was fucking soaked, I didn't think I would make it to the meeting without slipping on my arousal first. 

Yes, it was that bad. There was just something about Alexander. We had fucked numerous times, but everyone he touched me, whispered sweet dirty things in my ear, I forget all my morals and just practically become his sex puppet.

And he fucking knew this. The wicked smirk stretching on his face was enough evidence.

His hand sneakily slid under my skirt, his fingers finding my panties already drenched. I watched as his eyes immediately got dark when he noticed his slippery I had already gotten, his tongue licked his lower lips and I felt my nipples hardened.

Like the expert that he was, he easily pushed my panties aside and pushed three fingers in, plunging into me without warning.

I gasped, my head falling back against the glass.

He started to pump them deep, rough, curling to hit that spot that always made my legs shake. His thumb ground against my clit in tight circles, and I grabbed his shoulders as my legs had begun to turn jelly beneath me. 

“Look out there,” he growled into my ear, his tongue occasionally linking a sweet sooner on the side of my neck, ticking me in a very good way. “All those people down below. One glance up and they’d see you spread open for me. Your pink pussy spread to the world…How's that for a project, little bird?”

“Fuck…yes,” I moaned, my eyes rolling to the back as I imagine the people below us watching us, while his fingers got soaked with my pussy juices. Until Alexander, I never knew I had a thing for exhibitionism.

I whimpered, my face and tits pressed to the cool glass, my nipples hard and aching against my blouse. My pussy clenched around his fingers, dripping down his hand.

“How are you always so wet, uhn?” He groaned. “Why are you always dripping? Is it my words? The way I curl my hands inside you or maybe how I treat you like a fucking slut?” He pumped harder into me and I felt my head swell with something disastrous but ecstatic, making me go dizzy for a second.

“Ahh… yes, yes…daddy please don't stop,”I cried as I bent my head into his shoulder and bit into it, the expensive material filling my mouth and muffling my scream.

I came hard, my thighs trembling, biting so hard I bit into his skin, and I felt him flinch against me. But that didn’t make him stop. He kept fucking me with his hand, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing, coming again, squirting down his wrist.

Only then did he pull out. He spinned me around and pushed me to my knees.

The elevator floor was hard under me, and I trembled slightly at the thought of us actually being visible to the people around us. 

Fuck…did he really not care that people could actually see us?

He unzipped his house and his monstrous cock sprang free—thick, veined, leaking at the tip already. The head was swollen. I feared it would hurt so bad from being so stretched and red. But if it was hurting him, he didn't show a sign.

He stood in front of me and began to stroke himself, his pace increasing fast and then faster, his dark green eyes locked on mine, lips slightly parted as the pleasure went through him charged electricity.

“Come for me one more time,” he ordered, and his free hand shoved back under my skirt, two fingers plunging into my pussy again. I cried out loud.

But he wasn't satisfied with the position we were in. Singe grabbed my neck and pushed me forward, so I was facing the people below us, walking around like we weren't actually having partial sex above them. He pressed my face hard into the glass and then with one hand, he shoved up my skirt from behind. I was wearing no panties like he had instructed in his text this morning, now my ass was staring at him…bare, wet pink pussy in display.

I gasped as I looked behind me, and then tried to shove his hands away, scared that someone might actually see us. But he smacked me hard in the ass and then pushed my face back, pressing it into the glass.