His Secret Desire (7 page)

The orgasm washed through me and was gone, leaving me covered in a slight glisten of sweat. Alexander’s fingers slid out of me slowly and his tongue stopped. He knelt before me, his cock throbbing and ready. I opened my eyes and looked at it, unable to speak. I almost voiced defiance in having him fuck me, I was so sensitive now. But more than that, I wanted him inside me. I needed him inside me.

His eyes looked into mine as his cock thundered into me. He pushed hard against me and fucked me with the force that his muscles allowed. His hand wrapped around my throat and gently squeezed with every thrust. I moaned with every ram of his powerful cock. I felt the seat fall away as his arms lifted me into the air. He was so strong, holding me in the air and moving me against his cock. The slapping sounds of our bodies meeting filled the limousine.

He stood up, still inside me. I wrapped my legs around him and his hands grabbed my ass and squeezed. Every muscle in my body tightened as he pushed in and out of me. I was so wet. I kissed him forcefully and his tongue wrapped around mine. A hand grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back. Now he was holding me up with one arm while he fucked me.

“You will drink me.”

I cried out in agreement. The words sparked something in me and I could feel another orgasm rising up in me. It was impossible that I was going to come again. His cock slid out of me as he held me up high, and when he penetrated me again an orgasm exploded out of me and I cried out loudly, unable to contain myself.

I could say nothing as I finished coming. Everything in me was gone. I was filled with pure pleasure.

He slid out of me and pushed me down on my knees. I opened my mouth and grabbed his throbbing cock as he shot hot cum into my mouth. I moaned as I wrapped my lips around his head and worked my hand furiously up and down the shaft, feeling every convulsion of his orgasm move through his shaft. His cum was hot and sweet, moving in my mouth and down my throat. I greedily pulled on his dick for more and his breathing was loud, but he made no sound otherwise. Not until he pushed me off did I stop. I wanted him to come for days for me. I wanted to drink the life out of him.

Alexander raised my head up to him as his once hard cock began to grow soft. I still had his cum in my mouth as our eyes met and I swallowed, savoring the feel of it going down my throat. He caressed the side of my face and lifted me up into his arms and rested me in one of the seats.

I sat there, exhausted. Sweat glistened on every inch of my skin, and when I studied Alexander, he was sweaty as well. He sat next to me and began to caress my shoulder gently.

“Where are we going?” I asked breathlessly.

“We’re going to my apartment,” he said. Alexander motioned to the pile of torn clothes on the floor.

“Don’t worry about clothes, I’ll have more sent over. We have work to do.”

I breathed laboriously, exhausted. “I might need a little rest before more sex, Alexander.”

A smile visibly spread over his face. Alexander looked calmed, relieved. He told me not to worry and let out a little laugh. I laughed with him and let my head fall back against the seat and closed my eyes.

Chapter Six

The limousine stopped. We had arrived at Alexander’s apartment. When I turned my head to look at him, Alexander was sitting cross-legged, dressed and looking calm. My clothes lay in a tattered pile in the middle of the limousine’s spacious sitting area. Alexander opened the back door and stood up. He turned to me and held out a hand. I took it and he lead me out into an enclosed garage.

I looked around and saw that the space was enough to house at least four cars. There were two expensive sports cars, Ferraris maybe, both black, parked. Next to the cars were several motorcycles of different makes. Street bikes, sports bikes, all black. It was a private garage, enclosed against what I assumed was an underground garage under his building. How much does something like this cost? I thought.

A single elevator door opened and I turned to see Alexander standing in it, smiling. I had been so overtaken with the garage and all the toys inside that I hadn’t even noticed that Alexander had called the elevator down. I walked in and he swiped a keycard against a reader. The elevator began to climb noiseless and I noticed that there were no buttons on the elevator. A private elevator too? We stood in silence for a few minutes as the elevator climbed what I assumed to be dozens of floors to reach Alexander’s penthouse condo.

The elevator doors opened. I was taken aback by his apartment immediately. Against my naked feet I could feel fine lacquered wood, dark cherry colored and perfectly maintained. The ceilings were incredibly high; a large chandelier hung from the center and sparkled in the evening sun. A staircase stood off to the side, leading up to another level in the apartment that overlooked the entire bottom level. I stood motionless, staring at the condo.

“Welcome,” Alexander said.

“Thank you,” I said, filled with wonder. “This isn’t exactly an apartment, you know?”

“Oh?” Alexander said, a hint of intrigue in his voice.

“No, this is a palace.”

Alexander smiled. He walked into the condo and turned to me to gesture me in. I followed him as he climbed the stairs slowly. I marveled at the stairs themselves. They were a spiral staircase made out of what I could only assume was the finest, and most expensive, wood that I have ever seen. When we reached the top, we were in Alexander’s bedroom.

“There is a bathroom with a nice shower for you. There’s a towel and a bathrobe hanging on the rack for you,” Alexander said. I paused to reflect that he said “a bathroom” and not “the bathroom”. How many bathrooms did he have in this place? “A set of clothes will be laid out for you by the time you get out of the shower.”

He caressed my cheek softly with his hand. “Take your time, Samantha.”

“Thank you,” I said.

The bathroom was the size of my entire apartment. Fine granite was everywhere. The tiles were warm to the touch of my feet, and I realized that they must be heated. Expensive art from a bygone era lined the walls. Next to a window, a very large window that overlooked the entire city, a bonsai tree sat. It was perfectly maintained. I pictured Alexander Strauss standing naked before the window, in front of the entire city without anyone realizing it, trimming and watering his bonsai tree. Diligently maintaining it every day. I ran a hand very gently over the tree.

The shower was the size of a sauna room. Four shower heads pointed down into a center point. I stood in that point, looking at the walls and trying to figure out how to even turn on the shower. There were only benches lining the walls that you could sit in if you so choose. All I wanted was the shower to wash off the sweat and anxiety of the day.

“How do I start this shower?” I said aloud, beginning to feel very confused.

A mechanical voice spoke out of nowhere. “Starting shower. Desired temperature?”

He has a voice-operated shower! I suppose the CEO of a billion dollar engineering company would.

“One hundred degrees, please,” I said.

A few seconds passed and then perfectly warm water flowed out of the four shower heads. I let the water flow over me for a few minutes, letting the soothing flow of cleansing water purify me. I looked around and saw in the corner that an assortment of toiletries sat on one of the benches, obviously for me. Alexander Strauss had known from the beginning of the day that I would be at his apartment, taking a shower. I sorted through the assortment of shampoos, body-washes, conditioners that I could never have afforded on my own.

I lost track of time in the heavenly shower that Alexander Strauss enjoyed every morning before coming to work. I told the shower to stop and sure enough, it did. I then toweled myself off with the softest towel I had ever touched. I used some of the lotion that had been left out on the counter for me and my skin felt as smooth as the day I had been born. I slipped on the robe that felt like silk against my skin and walked out into Alexander’s bedroom, feeling refreshed.

He stood in his room, stark naked. I was taken slightly aback on the unexpectedness of it and I admired his physique. Every muscle was perfectly toned, not disgustingly rippling like some steroided-out bodybuilder, but that of an Olympic athlete. Despite our recent session in the back of the limousine and how much it had taken out of me, if Alexander had wanted me again, I would have gladly submitted.

“There is coffee downstairs in the dining room waiting for you, if you please. Also, I had some food arranged and left out. Please, help yourself and replenish your energy,” Alexander said, winking at me slightly when he said replenish your energy. “Make yourself at home. Feel completely free to explore my apartment. Nothing is off-limits to you here.”

Before I could say anything he walked past me into the bathroom. He didn’t close the door behind him and I watched him step into the shower. I pushed back the urge to watch him wash off his impossibly sexy body and looked to the bed to see clothes laid out for me. They were nice clothes, high-end jeans and a long-sleeved shirt that looked very comfortable, yet still fashionable. A pair of socks and panties were laid out next to them.

I put on the clothes, once again a perfect fit, and I looked around the room. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with complex books on mathematics, physics, and philosophical studies. Alexander Strauss was a very well-read man. I walked by the shelves, studying the books closely and finding that while many of them were academic, Alexander Strauss seemed to read everything that he could get his hands on. I marveled at the sheer volume of books he had accumulated and noticed his bedside table.

There were only two items on the bedside, a lamp, simple and black, and a framed picture. In the picture a young boy stood with a woman that was obviously his mother. I studied the picture of Alexander with his mother and put it back down where it had been.

I looked around his room and saw another spiral staircase leading up to a closed-door. I walked up the staircase and opened the door. A room slightly smaller was sparsely furnished with only a desk and many locked file cabinets. Alexander’s home office, obviously. I looked around briefly before descending the stairs and then going all the way down to the lowest level. I walked past the elevator and down a hallway into a enormous kitchen.

Once again, I found myself at a loss for words. The kitchen was pristine. Granite tabletops sat on top of the finest woods. Cabinets stretched for miles. I could see no discernible fridge before realizing that it must match the cabinets, unlike my apartment with an ugly white fridge with a light that barely worked, if at all. There was an island in the middle of the kitchen that housed two sinks and a bunch of stove tops. Above the island hung an assortment of pots and pans worthy of the finest restaurant kitchens in the world. I marveled at the kitchen that would be the envy of any professional chef when a voice startled me.

“Please, right this way Miss Dubois,” a man’s voice said.

I turned to see an older man dressed in a suit. He was completely bald. A thin mustache hung above smiling lips. This must have been Alexander’s butler, or perhaps his personal chef. While he had startled me, upon seeing his face my immediate apprehension melted away. He was a warm, friendly little man. He lead me down another hall perpendicular to the kitchen into another enormous room.

A gorgeous table sat in the middle of the room. Large chairs worthy of kings and queens lined the table, and one was pulled out, obviously for me. On the table was an assortment of foods awaiting me. Not an obscene amount, but much more than I could have eaten in one sitting. The bald man motioned me into a chair and bowed slightly. I sat down, feeling like I was in some sort of dream. He poured me a cup of coffee.

“Thank you so much,” I said.

“You’re very welcome,” he replied warmly. “If there is anything you need Miss Dubois, please do not hesitate to ask. I can have the chef cook up just about anything your heart desires if you so choose, so please don’t be shy about requests.” And with that, he disappeared from the dining room.

I poured a little milk into my coffee and drank it down quickly. It was hot down my throat, but felt good to drink. I drank an entire glass of water that was in front of me and I looked around at the assortment of food. I greedily filled the plate in front of me with delicious smelling chicken that was juicy and succulent with every bite. I practically inhaled a salad with beets and fine goat cheese that I chased with warm bread that made me groan with delight with every bite. The food was exquisite. It was almost as good as the sex. Almost.

My stomach full, I leaned back in my chair and exhaled, satisfied. I looked at the assortment of dirty dishes before me and a little bit of anxiety filled me when I did not know what to do. A pang of guilt hit me when I thought of simply leaving them. Then I remembered that Alexander had helpers. They were probably paid much more than the temps that worked in his building. Yet I had no idea how to call them. I felt too shy to simply yell out, so I stood up and looked around. The answer was simple then, I would deal with my own mess. I picked up all the dirty dishes and walked them down the long hall to the kitchen where I dumped them in the sink. I washed each one by hand and laid them next to the sink to dry.

From miles away in this Taj Mahal of condos I could hear Alexander walking around his room. He walked down the spiral stairs, dressed in a pair of tan slacks and a short sleeve button-up shirt. He wore no shoes or socks. I admired him for a moment. He looked relaxed, calm and at home in his condo. He looked over the clean dishes, smiled, and motioned me to come with him.

“Let’s sit in the living room, there’s a lot we need to talk about,” he said.

I walked into the open, spacious living room. Windows overlooked the city and I thought of his office. Staring out of the windows I could see the Strauss Engines building in the distance, standing huge among the tallest buildings that paled in comparison to its size. I turned back to Alexander, who sat on a large black leather couch, one of many that formed a large “u” shape in the living room. He watched me with an amused expression on his face. I sat down on the couch facing him. I closed my eyes briefly and paused to think about how crazy this whole situation was. It felt like years ago that I was simply a temp who was afraid of losing her job for mouthing off at the boss.