Chapter 14 ~ Isabella #3
“What are you doing, Izzy? Why were you screaming, and what the hell are you doing on the floor?”
Alexander whips his head in Carlos’s direction; they both speak at the same time.
Alexander snaps, “Izzy? What the fuck?"
Carlos’s confused voice, “Zigzag?”
Alexander crosses his arms over his large chest.
Then they both look down at me like I’ve lost my mind, and maybe I have, but I want everyone out now.
With all the bravado I can muster, I tilt my chin up, and pull my towel higher.
“Yes. Carlos can call me Izzy. He’s been nothing but kind to me, and he’s gentle and attractive. So, I consider him a friend. So yes, he can call me Izzy. That’s what my friends call me.”
Take that Mr. Door Crasher. I like Carlos, he’s nice to me, you are not.
Alexander uncrosses his arms and fists his hands at his sides. His nostrils flare, and he coldly says, “You can leave Carlos. I was only going to have a word with your friend.”
My insides turn cold at his pitch, and I clutch my towel tighter.
That doesn’t sound good at all.
I look up at Carlos and his face is all kinds of red, and he backs away from us. “I’ll let you two... umm, talk.”
I watch him retreat as he turns and heads out the door.
I return my gaze to Alexander. The look on his face is pure rage, and I scramble to get up from the floor.
He is going to kill me now for sure. His eyes are silver again, his lips a solid white line pursed together, matching the creases of his clenched fist.
I make it two steps before I’m launched into the air, landing on my belly on the bed, all the air in my lungs rushes out in a gargled moan. Alexander is sprawled on top of me, and I can feel his weight covering my whole body.
With a quick flip, he has me on my back, my hands gripped in his one fist above my head, pulling my arms tight above me. He has his knees on either side of my hips, pinning me down with the force of his hips.
The malicious smile on his face has me shaking to my core.
He raises his hand and I close my eyes. Is this where he slaps me?
It wouldn’t be the first slap I ever received from a man.
My father was always quick with his punishments when I stepped out of line, and it was the go-to when I was kidnapped.
Is this the moment where he really chokes the life out of me?
His dark voice slithers over my skin. “You will open your eyes, Isabella.”
I shake my head no, and he grabs my chin and shakes my face slightly, not as hard as before, but enough that it scares me. “OPEN!”
I can feel his breath so close to my lips as he barks, and I jump at his words, opening my eyes and looking into the cold grey steel of his.
“How long did you plan on leaving me sitting at my own dining table with my dick in my hands, Isabella?” He tilts my head sideways and runs his nose along my cheek. His voice is a soft whisper now in my ear, which makes me even more afraid.
“I waited, you know. I believed you when you said you would come back, but here I had to go and chase you again. Is this a habit I should be concerned about, little bunny?”
He presses his lips to my throat, nipping and then sucking the sensitive skin hard, making me shiver. I can’t help it, I lean the side of my head toward him, feeling our temples touch. He chuckles and moves his lips farther down, nipping the skin by my collarbone.
“I don’t tolerate liars, Isabella.”
He licks the valley at the top of my breasts, making me suck in my breath. His hand leaves my throat, and he pulls the top of the towel slightly away, gently tracing his fingers closer and closer to exposing my breast.
I should be trying to stop him. My brain knows this, but I’ve never felt this way before and my body just lets him do it.
“Do you know?”
He tugs the towel lower, moving it to the side to reveal one breast. He cups the side of my breast in his large hand and lifts it closer to his face.
As he moves his mouth closer, he lets out a small growl.
My nipples are so hard that they hurt. He slowly glides his mouth over towards the hard peak, and I want him to take it in his hot mouth so badly.
Moisture pools in my core and I can feel my heartbeat in my clit.
Oh my god, my body has never reacted like this before. Alexander shifts his weight and I can feel the hard length of him pressing into my lower belly. I use my hips to push up slightly and he groans, pushing back harder against me.
“What is the punishment for lying?”
His nose is circling my areola, making me wiggle under his weight.
I lift my shoulder, trying to get his mouth where I want it.
Alexander licks the sensitive skin under my breast. He moves his hips and I can feel the hard length of him pressing on my sensitive spot.
I slightly grind myself on him and I let out a little moan, only this time in pleasure.
“Answer me, little bunny?”
He returns to run his hot tongue around my nipple, pushing his groin harder into me while continuing to kiss and lick the skin between my breasts. No, I shake my head back and forth. I feel so close to coming. Everything feels so hot and wet and I tingle all over.
Alexander stops and looks up at me, his grey eyes shining.
“Use your words, Isabella.”
“No, I don’t know,” I whisper, pushing my core harder on him.
He grips my hands harder when I tug on them.
I just want to run them through his hair, feel the softness.
I want to kiss him, hold him, and feel all of him.
Alexander smiles wickedly over my breast and I smile back.
He begins to lower his mouth to my nipple and I close my eyes, waiting for the pleasure he’s been teasing me with.
An intense sharp pain radiates over my breast, spreading out over my entire body, making me scream.
I scream so hard my throat hurts. I struggle in earnest now, trying to pull my hands from his grip, bucking my hips to dislodge him, but it makes my body move, tugging at my breast, increasing the pain from his teeth, which are sunk into my nipple.
I cry out now; the tears rolling down my cheeks from the pain, and I roll sideways, trying to dislodge him.
Alexander rolls with me, using his hips to bring me back on my back. My nipple pops out from his mouth as he straightens up, the towel now open to my waist from my struggles to expose my upper body fully to his view.
Alexander lifts his chest from mine and looks down at me with a repulsive smile, tracing the line from my collarbone to my belly button with his free hand.
“I liked your scream.”
He circles my belly button with the tip of his finger. “Would you like me to make you scream again, Isabella?”
My breast is throbbing in pain. I can’t feel my hands anymore and I’m practically naked on my bed with Alexander straddling me, a hard-on tenting out of his pants.
“You are sick!” I wail at him, lifting my head to look at my poor boob. I look up at him and spit out, “You are a sick, sick man! Who bites people’s nipples? That is just messed up!” I can feel my tears running down into my ears as I put my head back down on the bed.
I hate men!
Alexander tilts his hips, driving the tip of his cock into my core, making it hurt and tingle at the same time. I buck, trying to remove him and he pushes harder into me as he leans down and grabs my jaw in his free hand, forcing my face towards his.
“Oh, bunny. I told you I bite back. You didn’t listen.”
He runs his lips along my jaw, placing little kisses till he reaches behind my ear. He licks away the tears he finds there and starts to kiss down the side of my neck.
Tingles run the length of my back and I hate myself. I hate myself because it feels so bloody good. He runs his fingers down the centre of my chest, circling the top of my hip and trailing over my belly button to my other hip.
He lifts his head and the look on his face is something I haven’t seen before. His eyes are hooded and changed to deeper grey. His face is flushed and his breathing is hard and he’s just staring at my lips. Alexander lets out a deep groan that vibrates my chest and then he’s kissing me, hard.
He’s kissing me like I’m his air. His tongue sweeps across my lips and I gasp at the sensation, allowing him to push inside my mouth. I moan at the feeling of him sliding along my tongue, his hands on my body.
I can’t hold back any longer and I kiss him back.
This is my first kiss, so I’m not sure what to do, so I let my body do it for me.
I can feel his fingertips sliding lower.
He brushes them over the mound of my sex and, with a growl, he kisses me harder and cups my sex hard at the same time. He pulls back and glares down at me.
“This is mine!”
He grips me harder in his hand, pushing his palm into my clit, making me arch my back, increasing the throb beating there. Alexander dives at my throat, sucking on my pulse.
“You are mine now.” He growls into my neck, “You ever call another man attractive or so much as touch Carlos, I’ll kill you both.”
He lifts his head and looks at me as I feel him part the folds of my sex and run his fingers through the wetness he finds there. I can’t help it. The sensation is overwhelming and I close my eyes, humming in pleasure, pushing myself harder into his hand.
“So wet for me Bella.” He kisses me again and I moan as he finds my clit with his two fingers and rubs it in small, tight circles. I suck on his tongue and he growls into my mouth as I buck against the pleasure he is building between my thighs and he laughs against my lips.
“That’s right, little girl, fuck my fingers.
I want you to come all over my hand.” He turns his hand then and I can feel one of his large fingers press inside of me and jolt at the feel of him there.
His palm presses on my clit, rocking back and forth, pumping his finger in and out of me with the motion.
I pull at my hands, needing something to hang on to, but he won’t let them go.
I roll my hips and moan again into his mouth, “Oh sweet Jessica Parker! I feel… I feel!”
He turns his hand, adding another finger inside me, causing my walls to stretch and burn, pushing into me farther.
Alexander rocks his hips and I can feel his cock press on my thigh as he moves his fingers deeper inside me and press on a spot that sends me into a vibrating arch. “Ohhhh… Alexander, what is happening?”
I can only toss my head back and forth with the sensation running over my body. My hips bucks harder against his hand and he latches onto my ravaged nipple, sucking the pain away from his bite and I lose it.
I scream, back arched, my thighs shaking, my chest heaving, and I can feel the moisture running out of me filling his palm. I hold that position as the waves rush through me, the air sucked from my lungs in a silent scream.
Alexander kisses my nipple and then the other one, slowly removing his hand from between my thighs as they slowly stop their tremors. Swallowing air, I’m panting so hard, my temples throb and my core pulses from the loss of his fingers filling me.
Alexander finally lets go of the hands he’s held above my head as he moves to the side of me, tracing small circles along my stomach.
“Was that your first time getting fucked by a man’s hand?”
The reality of his words crashed into me and I realized what had just happened, what I allowed to happen? What I did do to his hand? OMG, I’m so embarrassed. I cover my chest with one hand while trying to grab the towel and cover the rest of my body.
Holy sister Mary!
Alexander just saw me naked, like all of me naked!
I groan out loud and turn away from him, covering my face with the pillow.
I can feel the bed slightly jiggle as he laughs. I’ve never heard him laugh before and I turn slightly, looking at him over my shoulder. He looks different like he did a few days ago when he was waiting for me in the hall.
“Don’t look so ashamed. It was natural, normal. You’re fucken hot when you come. I almost blew my load in my pants, watching you ride my hand.”
I groan again and turn away, drawing my legs up, and making my body into a ball.
I want to cry, “Ugh… I think I peed all over your hand. I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never done this. You’re my first kiss, my first… everything.”
Alexander barks out a huge laugh and grabs my hip, rolling me over to look at him.
“You didn’t piss all over me. You came, and I’m a lucky man. You, my sweet Bella, are what we call in my business a squirter.”
The horror on my face must be visible because he laughs even harder, resting his head on my chest. I don’t even know what that means.
“This is not funny! You bit my boob, and made me pee myself.” I glare at him. “You bit me!”
He lifts his head, all humour gone, and he grabs my chin in a tight grip.
“And I will again. If you ever walk away from me, so much as look at another man, be it, my brother or Carlos, I will tan your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
He shakes my face as he leans in closer. “You are mine now, Bella. Mine!” He quickly kisses the tip of my nose.
Who is this man? He’s not the same person I just had dinner with? I feel like there is a trick here. Something’s going to set him off any minute and he’ll be back to his brooding self.
Alexander rolls off the bed and stands up, adjusting his rock hard cock in his pants heading for the door. “Get some sleep. It’s been a fuck’en long day and I’m exhausted. I’ll see you in the morning for breakfast.”
He stops at the door and looks back at me. “And you better fucken be there or I swear to God you won’t like it when I find you.”
Astounded, I gape at the closed door. What the heck is going on in here?
I've always thought it was a beautiful name, but when did he start calling me Bella? People only use that as a term of endearment; it is not something I would expect to come out of Alexander's mouth, especially when using it to address me.
Christmas on a cracker!
I need to work this out with Anna. Why would an angry man give someone he’s mad at an orgasm?
I stand up, run to the bathroom, and use the facilities.
I head over to my suitcase and dig out a tee shirt and panties to change into and crawl into my bed, snuggling down into the warmth of the comforter.
I’m so tired and my brain is exhausted, my girly bits are still pulsing.
I can’t even think right now.