Chapter 35 Fuck Me Heels
Chapter thirty-five
Fuck Me Heels
I stumble back a step at what he suggests. My eyes widen even further as my heart decides to stop thumping all over the place and instead draws to a stop, stealing my breath. "E-Excuse me?"
"You heard me." Alexander says, smiling wickedly as he reaches forward and grabs my arm.
"Alex-" I can't help a crooked smile that breaks across my face when we struggle playfully against each other, laughing as he tries to get me to turn around, and I arch against him, giggling. "Nooo!"
His eyes flash at me as he wraps his hands around my wrists, holding them up between us. "Actually, stay just like this. I'd rather you face me while I do it; I want to see your reaction."
Of course he does.
My mouth opens in shock as he pulls me firmly to him. Forcing me to lean back as he presses me to his body once more, and I look down quickly as the wind swirls a bit more intimately against me, feeling the hem of my robe lifting as he grasps it, pulling it up and out the way.
The simple action causes me to become wet between my legs, and I realize then that I'm not scared at the prospect of him hitting me in this way. I'm turned on. Alexander firms his hands on me.
"Alexander Richardson, you naughty boy-AAHH!
!" I shout, hearing my tone laced with shock as his broad hand meets the skin of my bare hip with a light popping sound.
My hands rest against his chest, and suddenly his thighs are brushing against me as he walks me backwards, pressing me back against the balcony.
I feel my vagina become heavy, throbbing at how lustful he's making me.
"Come on, cooperate so I can get in there the way I need to; otherwise, it won't count," Alexander says quietly, tugging the robe out the way and baring my leg all the way to the skin of my ribcage where the robes belt cinch me tightly under my breasts.
He doesn't chuckle, and the words come out harsh, letting me know he's about close to breaking. I've successfully dug under his hardened exterior and am currently running my finger across all the nerves that I'm sure he works doubly hard to make sure aren't touched.
I keep quiet, not wanting to break this spell between us.
He tilts his head, leaning down to caress me with his gaze.
I stiffen, feeling his hand stroke me all the way from my hip to my knee, then back again in a bold move.
"You've got the most flawless, prettiest legs I think I've ever seen.
" His eyes flicker back to mine and hold my stare, making my heart skip a beat.
I feel my face turn bright red. Gasping, I bury myself in his chest shyly.
He gives me exactly two seconds to hide before I feel my hair being tugged gently, and my neck arches, making me stare up into his face.
I swallow hard at his expression. His color is slightly flushed, and a vein is engorged in his temple.
I shiver as he suddenly grabs me behind my knee and hitches my leg around his hip on a soft grunt that slams need inside me so deep I don't think I'll ever be rid of it.
"You need to look at me while I do this sweetheart." His voice is low, rough.
"O-Okay," I let out a gasping moan, slapping a hand over my mouth, and stare at him, trembling from deep inside.
I lower my hand because I don't want him to see me trembling so visibly, but he's catching every movement. His gaze turns darker as his eyes eat up every movement I make. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth instead and hold his stare, determined to be just as bold as he is.
Alexander's eyebrow arches rather haughtily, reminding me of his stoic and usually unphased disposition. "Keep it there. Twenty-eight more to go," he says darkly, and I can tell he's enjoying this as much, if not more, than I am.
Staring wide-eyed at him, my breath hitches again as he gives me another light pop to the fleshy skin of my ass, making my thigh jiggle with the movements. Pausing, he rubs the spot with a broad circular motion before slapping me lightly two more times, then slowly rubbing the sting away.
I bite back a whimper as he continues on, slowly, forcing me to feel every inch of his hand rubbing on me.
He doesn't let me retreat from him, hauling my leg up even higher.
The lush burn spreads throughout my ass and hip, congregating in my swollen pussy and setting the burn there even more miserably than it was.
I lick my lips, feeling my juices slick down my thigh. His mouth sets in a tight line, and his chest and his neck flush a bit darker as his eyes narrow, crinkling at the corners as he stares down at me. His eye contact is so intense I bet it's enough to burn an forest down.
He takes another step further, pressing even harder into me, and the next pop stings. Making my lip quiver.
"You like that?" he asks quietly as his eyes fall to my mouth.
I can't even begin to speak, so I just nod once.
I'm thankful for the sound of the ocean behind me, praying it's hiding the majority of my ragged breathing from him.
My heart beats wildly in my chest, and his does, too, as it's beating hard under my hand.
I press deeper into his chest, seeing his eyes dilate and his nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath suddenly, and by the look on his face, I know he can smell me.
He stills with his palm against my ass once he gets all my spankings out of the way. I think we went over the twenty-nine, honestly.
"Go," he orders, jerking his head to the sliding doors of the room. "Take your bath and enjoy yourself. We've got a couple hours before the meetings start. I'll sit with you for them, but at three I'll have to leave for the last two hours."
I wet my lip, lamenting the feel of his hand leaving my skin as I lower my leg, just now realizing it's still wrapped indecently around his hip. I clear my throat, hoping I sound normal.
"Oh really? Why… more presentation preparation stuff?" I turn to walk back into our room, looking up at him.
"Yes, lots of preparation," he replies, following ne into the room.
We stay silent, and the closing of the sliding door sounds loudly between us as I avert my gaze from him, feeling my cheeks pinken. When I take my robe off to get into the bath, I see my reflection in the vanity.
The skin on my ass and thigh is flushed a hot pink, and when I lower into the water, my flesh burns slightly, almost feeling like his hand is still there.
Hours later, nothing has cooled this burn inside of me, making it a horrible first conference day.
Because though I'm supposed to be paying attention to the speakers, all I can think about is my and Alexander's encounter on the balcony.
I sneak a peek at him through my lashes, remembering the way his hand felt on my bare flesh.
Feeling my core heat I look away, flushing and nodding my head when he asks if I'm okay. At three, just like he stated, he gets up to go.
"I'll see you in our room at five, okay? Don't be late."
He places his hand on the side of my head and rubs his thumb against my temple firmly, the only time he's touched me since this morning. I bite my lip and nod again, grateful that he's out in the aisle and walking away before he can see how badly I blushed at the contact.
No longer distracted, I'm able to pay attention to the last two speakers, and even write notes about different tips and tricks that I plan on utilizing in my work.
When the last speaker's finished, I make my way slowly to our room, feeling down that I still hadn't heard from my dad with birthday wishes.
I pause outside the door and fish my phone out of my bag to check again, feeling a tear slip down my cheek when I see he still hasn't messaged.
What more could you have expected, stupid? He doesn't even like you!
Wiping my eyes roughly, I jam the key into the door, determined to take a shower and see if I can convince Alexander to let me hog the television in the bedroom for the rest of the night. Maybe order a chocolate cake through room service and veg out in bed, eating my sorrows away.
Knowing Alexander, I don't think he would mind it at all if he got to have some, too.
Pushing through the door, I draw to a stop, seeing dozens of red, pink and white balloons, and red and white roses in glass vases littering the inside of the small living area. I look behind me, expecting to see Alexander there, but he's not.
I shut the door softly, grabbing my phone back out but not seeing a message from him, nor hearing him inside the hotel room. "Alexander?" I call out, listening, but I don't hear anything.
Walking into the bedroom, I see on our bed there's a white box tied with a red bow with a note on top. My eyes widen, and a thrill races through me, seeing another singular rose on my pillow. I reach for the envelope with shaky hands, opening it.
Sarah,
I hope you don't think this is too forward, but I would like for you to wear your present out for dinner with me. I got two, just in case I didn't pick the right size; although, I did my best. We wouldn't want your girls slangin' unnecessarily, now would we?
Meet me in the lobby at six.
Alex
Wiping another tear away, I immediately pull out my phone.
Sarah Bella: You ridiculous, impossible, beautiful man! The first-class tickets were enough!
Opening the box I let out an excited screech at the beautiful satin and lace red dress that's carefully folded inside.
I pull it out and nestle it against me. Going to the mirror I give myself a little twirl with it against my front, running my hands down the material and knowing he spent a fortune on it.
Looking back in the box I see another one in there, in a different size just in case, like he said. And nestled amongst the tissue paper is a beautiful, obviously expensive red lingerie set, a garter for my thigh, and another note.
Thank you for trusting me to deliver your birthday spanks this morning. However, gorgeous thighs like yours should never be naked. Here's a present to doll yourself up.
Alex
I don't think I've ever been so excited in my life to tear off my clothes. Standing there naked, I pause, taking out my phone again and snapping a picture of everything before sending it to Jerome and Vanessa.
Sarah: OMG look what Alex got me for my birthday! It's RED!!!!!!
I grab the lingerie set, walking into the bathroom to get ready and see two small boxes, both wrapped with red ribbon.
How the hell does he know I love red? I think, remembering the fights I'd used to have with my mother over wearing red ribbons in my hair when I was a girl.
I open the flat box first and gasp, seeing a tennis bracelet inside. My fingers tremble, going up to caress the diamond necklace he'd gifted me with just that morning. Mentally, I try to tally up everything he's done for me so far, and my lips roll as I come up with an amount that has me flushing.
He wants to fuck you. No man does this for a woman he's not trying to screw, Sarah!
I look myself over in the mirror, standing here naked while wondering what the night has in store for me. My fingers brush over the swell in my tummy before my eyes land back on mine in the mirror.
But you want to fuck him, too. My consciousness whispers like the devil in my ear.
Curiously, I pick up the last box, put the ribbon to the side and open it.
My eyes widen upon seeing a full-sized bottle of my favorite perfume that I'd never let myself buy because it's too expensive.
I melt at the sight. He knows my perfume?
Overwhelmed, I bow my head, sobbing with my hand against my mouth.
With shaky hands, I gather the ribbon, carefully tie it in the tissue paper from the box and place it in my purse for safekeeping.
Hopping into the shower, I wash and am ready in record time, only having to refresh my makeup lightly.
But I decide to surprise him by putting a deep, rustic-red lipstick on.
I'm surprised with how much of a difference lipstick makes; I instantly look sexier, worldlier.
More womanly.
I turn to see myself in the dress before putting my foot on the chair, sliding the garter up my leg and nestling it high on my calf.
The daring hip-high split in the dress shows the curve of my leg off perfectly.
I smooth my hands over the lace that molds my breasts before slicking over the satin that’s draped from underneath and flows all the way down to my ankles.
He'd bought me Louboutin fuck-me red heels to match the dress, and I suddenly have an almost irrational fear I'm going to leave a damp spot on the seat of my dress because I’m so turned on.
I snatch the white fur shawl he'd bought to go with it and drape it loosely over my elbows, and then give myself one good lookover.
I'd fuck me. I think with pleasure, seeing how skin tight the dress was on me. I don't even mind that my waist isn't completely flat. Alexander seems to have a knack for picking out the right type of dress, and not only does it look amazing on me, but I feel drop-dead sexy.
I shove my items into a clutch, and pausing by one of the vases with the red roses, I grab one, then exit the room to make my way to the lobby. Six pm on the dot.