Chapter 5
Eventually the warmth of the car and the sound of the road puts me to sleep.
I don’t know how much time passes, but I wake up when we’re entering a garage attached to a massive house.
It has room for several cars and then some.
There’s an RV, a small trailer, and an expensive sports car in it.
The metallic clang of the garage door echoes around me as I rub my eyes to make sure I’m not dreaming. Who needs this many vehicles?
When he shuts off the car and comes around to open the door for me, he takes my hand and kisses it before leading me into the house.
It’s modern, immaculate, and huge. The kitchen is beautiful with stainless steel appliances that gleam in the light, and a huge island with a marble countertop that feels cool and smooth under my fingertips as I run my hand over it.
As we move through his house, the furniture looks like it belongs in a magazine, each piece perfectly arranged and polished.
Hell, this dude is rich...and trusting. He doesn’t know me any better than I know him.
I could fuck his brains out and rob him blind.
Somehow I know he won’t hurt me, and I’m a good person so I’m not going to take advantage of him either.
He stops in the living room and kisses me softly as I wrap my arms around his neck. The warmth of his body feels wonderful against mine, and that mix of oranges and musk fills my nostrils. I really like this man. He makes me feel safe, no matter how crazy that sounds.
He gazes at me with such affection that it makes my heart squeeze with joy. “Are you sure you want to spend the night, lass? I want you to have fun, not be bored with an old man.”
I giggle as I run my hand along the nape of his neck and up into his hair. It’s soft and thick, and he tilts his head to enjoy the feeling of my fingers against his scalp.
“I doubt you’ll bore me, Leo. You’re the best part of the night.”
His eyes light up at the compliment, and he bends down and kisses my cheek before taking my hand and guiding me towards an ornate spiral staircase.
Jesus, I don’t feel like I belong here with him.
I live in one side of a duplex that has seen better days, and I won’t even be there for long since I have to move out in a couple of weeks.
Ugh, I was trying to forget about that for one night.
As we reach the second floor, I notice the faint scent of lavender coming from the bedroom as I follow him in.
The bedside lamps cast a warm glow, and I can see the faint outline of the city lights through the large windows.
The bed is huge and the comforter is turned down.
The crisp, white sheets look incredibly comfortable.
It’s going to be like spending the night in a fancy hotel.
He wraps his arm around my waist and I lean against him. His voice rumbles through his chest. “Relax. You’re here to enjoy yourself. I want you to be a good girl and come so hard you can’t remember your own name. Do you think you can do that for me, lass?”
I love how he keeps calling me lass. “Yes,” I breathe out, finally allowing myself to relax into his embrace. “This is better than going home to worry about my troubles.”
His fingers trail lightly over the hem of my skirt as he nibbles at my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “What troubles?”
Oh shit, what should I tell him? I try to sound casual. “I have to be out of my place before Thanksgiving and I don’t know where I’m moving yet. Everywhere I’ve looked is too expensive.”
He kisses my neck again. “Let me help you out of that costume, and then we’ll shower together. The water will help you forget everything.”
Somehow I think it’s his cock that will make me forget everything and not the shower, but I hold that thought to myself as I remove my costume slowly like a striptease, drawing it out.
The look of raw desire I get from him makes it worth it.
I’ve never had anyone look at me like he does, or treat me with such kindness.
I’m going to enjoy tonight and not worry about the future.
Once I’m undressed, he quickly takes off his costume as well and throws it in a wicker laundry basket. The moment I see his cock again, my pussy throbs. I really want him inside me.
“I know that look, lass, but patience. First, a nice, long shower.”
He leads me to the connected master bath and turns on the water in a massive shower that could easily hold four people.
I give him a coy grin as I walk past him and test the water from one of the shower heads—there’s one on each end of the shower.
It’s already hot—and I’m not surprised. He’s probably got a fancy tankless water heater that instantly heats up.
I step in and close my eyes as the warmth cascades over my body.
The sound of the water is soothing and I let out a contented sigh.
My peace doesn’t last long. He grabs me, pinning me against the cool tile, and I gasp in surprise.
He kisses me passionately, his cock rubbing against my mound.
His aggression causes my neediness to skyrocket and I mewl with frustration when the kiss ends.
I’m wound tighter than a spring, and all I can think about is getting his cock in me again.
I pout at him, but he smiles and lathers a loofah in body wash.
It smells like oranges, and I almost melt from pleasure at the familiar scent.
He takes his time washing me, even my hair, before rinsing me off.
When I make a move to grab his cock, he pushes me away and turns me around to smack my ass once.
“Behave,” he warns, and my pussy flutters in delight from his tone.
He quickly washes himself with the orange soap and rinses off. My ass tingles from the one smack and I desperately wish he’d given me more.
He turns off the water and guides me out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry me off. I giggle. “Shouldn’t I be the one drying you?”
He laughs and finds another towel to wrap around his waist. “If I let you dry me, you might get carried away and try to have your wicked way with me, lassie. Let me take care of you first. Just enjoy it.”
He winks at me and I feel like I’m a compliant puddle of goo. It’s a strange sense of contentment. “Okay, you can take care of me,” I say, giving in to his charm.
Once I’m dry, he leads me into the bedroom and has me sit in a chair while he brushes my hair. The gentle rhythm of the brush lulls me into a trance, and I sigh happily as he combs it.
I feel boneless, and I close my eyes, losing myself in the soothing sensation. He places a soft kiss on the top of my head, and I peek up at him in gratitude.
“Does this feel good?” he asks, and I nod, still feeling lazy as the brush works wonders on me.
His touch is gentle and caring, making me feel cherished. And as I sit there, letting him take care of me, I realize that I’m really enjoying being with him.
When he’s done brushing my hair, he moves in front of me and caresses my cheek. The firmness of his fingers feels good as he runs his thumb across my jawline. The scent of his body wash tickles my nose, and I feel like I’m under his spell.
“Do you like me being dominant over you?” His rough tone sends a thrill through me. My pussy throbs as I recall the dominance he displayed at the party, and I want it again.
The pressure between my legs grows, and I swallow nervously, uncertain how to answer. I love the way he’s making me feel, but I don’t want to sound so needy.
His eyes glitter with amusement and he steps even closer and threads his fingers into my hair.
He tugs, pulling my head back. When he leans down and takes possession of my mouth, my mind races.
Holy hell, how does he know what I like when I don’t even know it myself?
I’ve never reacted this strongly to a guy, and I’m ready to give him whatever he wants.
He releases my mouth and smiles down at me. “Answer me, lass. Do you want to be my good girl and obey me?”
The pleasure he gave me earlier flickers in my mind. I want him, and I want to be his good girl.
I nod my head and say softly, “Yes, please.”
He looks pleased with my answer and pulls me out of the chair, leading me over to the bed.
The plush carpet beneath my feet makes me feel like I’m walking on pillows, and I appreciate the luxuriousness of his bedroom.
I didn’t set out to snare a rich dom, but I’m going to enjoy my time at Leo’s house.
“Then get on all fours on the bed,” he demands, and I nearly swoon at the dominance in his voice.
I can’t take my eyes off of him as I watch him open the drawer of his nightstand and take out a condom.
As he opens it and rolls it over his thick cock, my mouth goes dry.
I better do as he requested if I want to get fucked.
I scamper onto the bed, spreading my knees wide and resting my forearms on the mattress so my pussy is stretched open to his view.
He growls from behind me and my hips automatically rise up to him in response.
I want him. I need him. My pussy clenches in anticipation as he grips my ass and kneels behind me on the bed.
He kisses down one ass cheek, giving me little bites on the soft flesh.
I gasp from the sensation, the pain mingling with the pleasure to create a heady mix that makes me moan.
“Leo…” I wiggle my ass, hoping he’ll get down to fucking me.
He drags his tongue over my pussy lips and then focuses on my clit. My insides quiver, the intensity almost too much for me. I lose myself to the pleasure as I speed towards an orgasm.
When he pulls his mouth away, I mewl in complaint. I’m so close, why did he stop? I look over my shoulder just in time for him to slam his cock into my pussy. Hunger blazes in his eyes, and the force of his movement makes me gasp as my eyes roll into the back of my head from bliss.
My pussy stretches around the thick length of him as he drills into me. I cry out his name, and he presses me into the mattress as he buries his cock deep inside me. It feels incredible, and I pant from the overload of ecstasy racing through my veins.
He fucks me furiously, hitting a spot so deep inside me that I feel like I’m flying.
The pleasure is overwhelming, and my body begins to shake from the intensity.
His breathing is ragged as he speeds up, his hips slamming against my ass.
I can feel his cock stretching me wide, and the sensation is both painful and pleasurable.
When he reaches between me and the mattress, pressing his hand against my clit, my entire body clenches in response as I come undone. I scream into the comforter as white lights sparkle behind my eyelids.
“Oh god!” I cry out as he whacks against my pussy, chasing his orgasm.
The room spins and I shatter with another climax.
My pussy clenches around his cock, and he continues to fuck me.
I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, and I know he’s close.
With a loud roar, he slams into me one last time as he explodes.
He jerks against me a few more times, and then collapses on top of me.
I’m content to simply enjoy the weight of him. I feel sated, safe, and utterly cared for. What I wouldn’t give for this to last forever.
He eventually rolls off of me and I cuddle against his side so I can rest my head on his chest. I lazily kiss his nipple as he strokes my back. My energy is depleted, and I can’t even keep my eyes open anymore.
I hear his chuckle as he removes his condom and drags a blanket from the edge of the bed to drape over us. As I relax into him, he whispers. “Sleep, sweet Alice. I’m going to enjoy having you as my pet. Rest, so I can have my wicked way with you again in the morning.”
Mmm, that sounds wonderful. I snuggle closer to him, the scent of oranges and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulls me to sleep as I drift away.