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  Perhaps unleashing my sinister eroticism wasn’t the best plan, but I needed to possess her, if only for the night. However, to ease her worry, I tried a different approach.

  “Before ... well, why don’t I get you a little warmed up first?” I set the bucket next to her and slid into the Jacuzzi then glided over to where she was sitting with her feet dangling in the water and spread her legs.

  “You might want to take my shirt off for this.” I offered a sweet smile and prepared to feast on her again.

  While I was in the water, ready to eat the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen, she grabbed the spoon and dug into the ice cream, taking a huge bite. Seductively she slid the spoon in and out of her mouth.

  “This is delicious.” She glared defiantly.

  “So is this.” I brought my mouth to her pussy, and with as much deliberate slowness as she ate her ice cream, I ate her.

  My tongue pressed into her pussy hard, and she yelped despite her best efforts to taunt me. My fingers pried her open, and she tried to wiggle away with her mouth full of ice cream.

  “No ... you don’t,” she said with a dribble of ice cream running down the corner of her lips.

  “While you’re hogging the ice cream, I get to do this.” I pinched her just a little as I spread her open wider.

  “Get another spoon, and all your troubles will be over,” she quipped as I found her clit swollen and begging.

  Without more stalling or banter I dove into the love button and sucked it into my teeth, nibbling just a little at the most sensitive part of her body.

  “Fuck, no! Alec.” She pitched backward and bucked her nub deeper into my mouth unable to control her body’s reactions.

  I had her. I dove two fingers into her dripping wet pussy and rocketed them in and out of her as I sucked harder and harder until she came in my mouth, abandoning the ice cream and her senses at the same time. She came so hard she became instantly floppy.

  “Now, I’m not going to ask you again. Lay back and close your eyes. It’s my turn to have some ice cream.” I picked up her discarded spoon and scooped out a small dollop. “Whatever you do, don’t open your eyes.” She huffed her dissatisfaction with my command but laid back and kept her eyes closed and her body still as I laid a spoonful of ice cream on her breast.

  “Cold, cold,” she protested.

  “Stay still,” I barked as I placed another spoonful on her other breast and let them stay there until the ice cream was gently melting down the sides of each.

  As the ice cream chilled her tits, I licked only the dribbles that came down. My tongue smoothed over her hot skin as I scooped another bite of ice cream and placed it inside her navel as she sucked the air.

  “Alec,” she panted.

  “You’re doing great,” I rewarded her as I swiped my tongue over one of her nipples and slurped up the mound of melting ice cream, making sure to suck on the tit hard enough to draw her breast into my mouth.

  “Ahh,” she called out as the ice cream continued to melt down her body.

  She writhed to escape the cold, and so I gave her another surprise as I brought an ice cube from the bucket of ice. “Spread your legs.” She brought them in tighter. “Silly girl,” I said as I wiggled the ice cube into her crevice and down onto her clit. “If you want me to warm this up.” I lapped at the melting ice cream on her neglected breast, sucking and giving it the same rough treatment as the first and left the ice cube lodged between her clenched thighs. “Spread your legs for me.” She gave me an inch, but that’s all I needed.

  I stayed on her breast for a few moments more and then pressed the ice cube into her warm vagina as she jolted up.

  “No, Alec ... too much … too much.” She barely breathed, and I stopped.

  I got back into the water and moved down to the ice that was dripping inside of her. I sucked the frozen stone out of her making her scream. As soon as I got the cube out, I brought her down into the warm Jacuzzi as she flopped into the water.

  “Can’t you just …” her words strangled in her throat, then came out as a whisper. “Can’t we just eat ice cream?”

  I grabbed the spoon and took a huge helping and handed it to her. “We can.” My smile was warm and affectionate.

  After eating her bite of ice cream in silence, she seemed to be feeling a little better as she handed me the spoon. “I’m definitely not a one-night stand kinda gal. Do you know what time it is?” She eyed my waterproof Rolex.

  “Jacuzzi time,” I teased.

  “I mean the hour.” Suddenly she was so serious.

  “It’s almost eleven. Will you be turning into a pumpkin soon because perhaps a pumpkin might actually enjoy this? Want more?” I handed her back the spoon, but she shook her head.

  “Maybe a pumpkin wouldn’t mind being treated like dinnerware.” She scowled a little.

  “I doubt it would mind being given erotic sensations ... like for example ice, heat, and moisture. But I get it; you’re a vanilla girl living in your vanilla world, behind a scarlet red neon sign that says, ‘I’m a crazy lil’ fucker.’”

  “Says the man in an all-white tower …” she barbed back.

  I took the spoon and a huge bite of ice cream leaving very little left. “Want some of this?” I asked her.

  And she eyed me strangely.

  “You can sit in my lap, and we’ll share the rest. I love being in the Jacuzzi when I’m eating something freezing ... it’s decadent. I have a fun surprise for you if you trust me.” I sat on the ledge just next to the ice cream and bucket.

  “Please no more food on my body ... or weird shit. I’m ... it’s not my thing, sorry. I think I’m okay sitting on your lap and eating if that’s all we’re doing.” She inched closer.

  “Physically yes, that’s all we’re doing.” I patted the water encouraging her to sit.

  She glided to me, sat on my lap and my semi-hard erection. “If this gets in the way.” I wiggled my cock. “You let me know.”

  “Oh, trust me, I will.” She rolled her eyes.

  “I have no doubt. Open up.” She opened her mouth, and I gave her a bit of the melting ice cream I had on my spoon.

  I settled her back into my lap and ate the rest of the spoonful. When it was done, I pressed a series of buttons on a panel just at arm’s reach and one set of the windows went white as the room darkened and a screen came down from the ceiling. I tapped on the second series of buttons, and music began to play over soaring images of the world. The jets in the Jacuzzi pool began swirling the water as we listened to music over images that gave the sensation of flying.

  “Wow, this is amazing,” she cooed as I placed another bite in her mouth.

  “I’ve rigged it to do all kinds of amazing things.” I gently held her as the water buoyed us.

  My hands played nicely with one nipple, and the other hand gently stroked her pussy. “Do you mind me doing this?” I asked, even though we’d just had a hard fuck. She was vulnerable, and respect went a long way.

  Her hand slid around to my cock, and she smiled. “Are you okay with this?” She tugged on me.

  “Oh yes, I am.” I pressed one finger into her vagina as she dipped her head back on my shoulder. “Last bite.” I gave her the rest of the ice cream, and we played with each other for a while as we watched scenes of Tokyo, Rome, the Maldives, underwater, outer space.

  Her sweet face turned up to mine, and she brought my mouth to hers, leaving my cock to scream for her hand again. Ah, the kissing was good, though, so good. I turned her face so she could still see the screen while she kissed me.

  “The water will make it easier, so are you ready for this?” I thrust into her gently, the water easing my invasion.

  She held my arm. “I’m ready … this is incredible.”

  She continued to lay her head on my shoulder as I rocked back and forth into her as we watched the languid images of the world.

  Chapter 9

  Kylie

  I sat down harder on him and watched the world p
lay across the screen until his incredible length and size were in. It was much more comfortable the second time around, and sitting on his lap, I held the power, despite his need to control everything. We were in a good place enjoying each other and slow soft sex.

  I found myself falling for him, which I knew I couldn’t do. It was all becoming too nice, and I was starting to like him too much.

  “If you could have one wish, what would it be?” I asked as I impaled myself on him and lodged him in more.

  “You are seriously asking a billionaire this?” he dismissed as he grabbed my hips to keep me from floating away.

  He moved us to a ledge in the corner of the pool-sized Jacuzzi, and the water whooshed past me as his cock slid in deeper.

  “So, money buys everything?” I gasped for air scrambling to find my balance again.

  “Sort of …” He was drifting away ... why? Maybe he knew what I was doing, getting him angry so that I didn’t have to like him.

  “Can it buy you love?” I was being obvious.

  “For the night.” He rocked into me hard, standing us up so that he could regain control again.

  “Ouch. It certainly didn’t buy me. You purchased me one beer, which I believe was already on the house, four bites of turkey I had to fight for, and a few spoonfuls of ice cream. If you think my ‘love’ can be had at such a bargain-basement price, you’ve fallen off Planet Relatable.” I bucked out of him to piss him off, but damn it hurt.

  “But you’re still here.” He grabbed me and brought me back down on him again, ouch again.

  “Not for long because you’re trying to hurt me.” I attempted to ease him out again, but he caught me and held me hard.

  “No, but I believe you’re trying to anger me,” he mocked me again as he was so fond of doing.

  “Why does asking deep questions incense you?” I was digging in, and I was going to get to the soft gooey center if it killed me.

  “There are no inspirational phrases on my walls, no welcome mat, no comforting tones ... for a reason. I don’t love ... okay. So, Sigmund, you got me. Now fuck me so I can get my rocks off; you make me so horny I can’t think straight.” He stabbed his cock into me, and I rutted back on him hard and furious.

  He made me so mad, but knowing I aroused him made me horny in some sick way. I just wanted him to cum and get over with it, and then I would call a cab and leave. I really didn’t want to leave; I wanted to crack him, but I was pretty sure I couldn’t. He was a facade, so fabricated that very little of him was real. Just like me …

  He flipped me around to face him and re-entered with me in his lap. His arms drew my body up into an embrace, and he fucked me hard. As brutal as our sexes mashing on each other was, our mouths were soft and his embrace clamoring as if he was holding on to something he knew he was losing.

  It didn’t take long before he reached his climax, and since he had me clamped to him like a vise, I came too, despite my better judgment. He filled me up. When he finished inside of me, he still held me as our breathing stilled. The music had stopped, and the image remained still on a picture of the Eiffel Tower. When we regained our strength, I jumped off him and popped up onto the ledge to get out of the pool.

  He stayed in the water. “You make me insane,” he confessed in a gravel-toned post-coital rasp.

  “Good.” Was the first thing out of my mouth.

  He grabbed my ankle. “You can’t leave.” He was almost desperate, but not.

  “Am I your prisoner then? Are you kidnapping me?” I wanted to slap him across the face, I was that sexually pent up.

  Despite fucking him twice, I was more riled than I had been when I first saw him at the bar. He was so damn gorgeous but as unreal as a ride at an amusement park. He lied about everything, who the hell was this guy?

  “No. You are as free to go as you were when you walked in, but you’d be leaving on false pretenses,” he seemed to confess.

  “What, at the stroke of midnight you become a prince?” I was so done with the Alec Blair he was pretending to be.

  “You figured me out. You win, Kylie. I am hiding from myself. Yay, you are the golden ticket holder. I just ask that you let me make love to you once. Honest, no holds barred love. By dawn, I’ll be a monster again, but I want you to know what it feels like to be loved...just for tonight. If you will forgive me enough to allow me that, I promise it will be worth it. In the morning after a proper breakfast with real plates and silverware, I will let you go. Does that sound like something you can do?” He seemed vulnerable ... and finally genuine.

  “Can we make love in your bed? Missionary style with no food products? I mean the water show was so nice ... amazing, all of this is incredible, but you’re not here. Some insane sex god is. You know how we good vanilla girls do; we can only take so much extravaganza. It’s time to get biblical.” My heart was fluttering, and my vagina was waving her pom-poms.

  “I promise you’ll see Jesus.” That damn grin on his face undid me.

  I should have said no, I should have gone home, I should have done everything my brain was screaming at me to do ... but I cocked my head and gave him a flirtatious grin.

  He stood up and exited the water like the Creature from the Black Lagoon meets King Kong and grabbed me up into his arms as he strode across the polished concrete floor dripping water in his wake.

  When we reached his bed, we passed it and went through the only door in the penthouse into the bathroom. It was sexy and lavish. With the same slate grey floors as the rest of the house, the room seemed just as cold, but the bathtub was only slightly smaller than the Jacuzzi, and the separate shower had a bench in it and was as big as a normal-sized bathroom. There was a sexy free-standing white sink between two slate shelves and a mirror that filled the entire wall.

  I didn’t look up to see what his fucking had done to me; I didn’t need to know, so I kept my face turned toward his warm naked skin. He moved to a barn door and slid it open to take out one of the many fluffy white robes he had hanging inside. There were also stacks of soft white towels. He gently set me down on the tile as he took out a robe and brought it over my shoulders.

  Immediately I was flooded with warmth.

  “Thank you.” I smiled at him feeling cozy.

  “You were shivering.” He wrapped a towel around his waist, hiding the fact that he had almost grown hard again. “Now lie down on the bed ... legs up ... just like you requested, though you can leave the robe on for now.” His eyes were dangerous as he walked out of the bedroom.

  “I thought this was supposed to be love,” I emphasized the word.

  “Oh, it will be, trust me. On the bed, legs up, so I can see your pussy.” His voice darkened.

  “Doesn’t sound like love,” I protested.

  “Well, I love your pussy, so that’s a start.” His smile was sweet and encouraging, so I got up onto the bed, having no other place to go, but I didn’t put my legs up and present my vagina as if I were some kind of sex toy, no thanks.

  He walked past the bed and back into the bathroom. I didn’t really want to know what he was doing, so I turned my head to the pillow and enjoyed its softness. I had a thing for linens; the finer the better. When Alec came back to the bed, he had a jar of coconut oil, which he set on the bedside table and spooned his body in behind me, no longer wearing the towel.

  Through the fluffy robe, I couldn’t feel his hardness, and I kind of missed it, but I knew I’d be getting much more of it than I could handle soon enough. Alec kissed my neck after carefully moving my wet clinging hair from my skin and opening the robe enough for him to kiss the place on my neck where he made me most crazy.

  I moaned in response to the incredible sensation.

  “Nape of the neck, clitoris, here ...” He wiggled his fingers into my side just above the hip as he opened my robe to expose my naked flesh, “... and here.” He touched my belly button where the ice cream had melted down my sides. “Those are your erogenous zones.” He smiled like a scientist.
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br />   I turned to him, amazed. “You know?”

  “I’ve been paying attention.” He lay over the top of me, forcing my legs apart as he moved down to my mouth and kissed me with such sweetness I melted as I had every time we’d had sex that night.

  He was like a drug to me. When I was lucid and had my wits, I knew better than to fall for Alec Blair’s wicked charms, but when I was under him, at the mercy of his sexual prowess, I found myself completely undone. He broke our kiss only long enough to dip his fingers in the jar of coconut oil and began to massage it over my belly with long wide strokes, heating up my skin. He returned to kissing as his hands worked the oil into my body. I held him to me, feeling the muscles in his back grow hard and taut.

  He eyed me with a predatory glare as he slid down my body and lapped his tongue over my breast, then came his teeth that raked the nipple, gently, but hard enough to have my pussy clenching her pearls. He didn’t spend as much time as I would have wanted him to on my breast because he ventured further to my belly button where his tongue snaked out and dove into the tiny crevice ... then again the teeth, but this time to slowly bite me as if he were biting into an apple.

  My legs sprang upwards, and I squealed, despite myself.

  “Was I wrong?” Those shifty eyes of his.

  “No, right. Very right,” I growled when both of his fingers hit the sensitive spots on my sides and started to tickle.

  As I was writhing and angling to get away from his fingers, he managed to wrangle me out of my robe, in between blasts to my sides. Lying naked before him, he grabbed my knees and spread my legs wide, then positioned himself nearer to my sex. Again, he dipped his fingers in the coconut oil.

  “This will make me feel better.” He slid a finger into my vagina. “... inside of you.” Fuck, he was sexy.

  He massaged and played with my pussy, slathering it with oil, diving one, two, three fingers in, and then he pressed hard on my clit to bring the little bugger to the surface so his mouth could bite again. Just with those little weird touches, I came again, hard. It must have been all the stress and anticipation, but I was quivering when he slid his cock inside of me needing no work on my part to get him ready.