Limits of Destiny (Volume 1) (14 page)

Alexander stood me up and hugged me tightly. “This was definitely the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

“I’m glad I was up to the challenge,” I said and gave him a self-satisfied smile.

“You’ve never done it before?” He was astounded.

“No, I’ve never gone down on anyone before, but I have to admit it was nice to see you melting in my hands.”

“You just made me very happy, baby.” His eyes gleamed like diamonds. I looked at him, not understanding, and he added, “The fact that I’m the only one makes me incredibly happy.”

Alexander unzipped my dress and carefully pulled it up my body. I was left in my underwear. He looked at me with undisguised admiration, passion, and strong desire. Slowly, he ran his index finger along the edge of my bra, stroking my sensitive skin. I could feel the strong sexual magnetism between us, and this left me breathless with excitement. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips onto the groove between my breasts.

“You could easily be a Victoria’s Secret model, though I wouldn’t be happy if you actually were. Because these here…” He cupped my breasts. “I want to be the only one to gaze upon them.”

He nudged me, and I staggered backward, falling onto the bed. “Now it’s my turn to satisfy you, my sweet Alexia.”

Alexander picked up the blindfold and leaned over me. He again seemed like a predator leaning over its prey, and at that moment, I realized I was the prey. This couldn’t scare me. He always took care of me and satisfied to perfection my hottest sexual fantasies and needs.

“I want you to put this blindfold over your beautiful eyes, lift your arms over your head, and relax,” he ordered me gently, and I obeyed.

God, this is so hot…

I couldn’t see anything, but I could hear his excited breathing in sync with mine. His warm breath on my skin. He was leaning over me, and I could sense his scent, which I adored.

“You’re so sexy, baby,” he whispered, and a wave of desire washed over my skin. I wanted this beautiful man deep inside me. I wanted his hands, breath, and lips. I wanted all of him.

He gently ran his nose from my neck to my cleavage, showering me with light kisses. He slowly got me out of my bra and panties, and then ran something soft across my neck, down to my breasts. I realized it was the fluffy top of my pen.

“You’ll experience great pleasure. Trust me,” he assured me.

Alexander started to move it painfully slowly around my nipples, making them erect, and then outlined a path down my ribs, from one hip to the other, then to my belly button, and finally farther down.

God almighty! He was making me so aroused with just that light touch. I moaned, my excitement growing. I opened my legs wide and felt the fluff slowly run along the length of my leg, then the other, moving onto the slit and then toward the pubic triangle, and arriving at my very wet opening.

“Oh… No… Please… I can’t take it any longer. I want you,” I whispered. Being so aroused actually felt painful.

Alexander lightly blew onto my labia for some relief and then excruciatingly slowly inserted one and then another finger into me. He gently licked my throbbing clit and then accelerated his movements. He sucked me and put his fingers deeper and deeper inside me until I started to shake from the orgasm, taking me over the edge of ecstasy. When my breathing returned to normal, he stood over me, took off my blindfold, and kissed me.

He put his arms around me. “I love seeing you come.”

“That was amazing,” I whispered.

“I’m glad you liked it.” He caressed my face. “We’re not finished yet.”

His eyes were dark with desire when he leaned in and passionately pressed his lips against mine. He got onto his knees to put on a condom and put his cock in me all the way with the first stroke.

“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” he moaned.

“I don’t want you to.” I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him to me.

Our lips merged, his tongue stroked mine, and my body bloomed again. Every fiber of my body was blissful. My soul was shining. I was in seventh heaven—a place where only Alexander could take me.

N
ext morning, I
woke up around half nine and was disappointed to see Alexander had already gotten up. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a quick shower.

As it was going to be a warm day, I decided to put on my white summer dress with thin straps. Before going downstairs, I checked my iPhone. There were missed calls from Lily and my father. First, I answered Lily, so she would not worry about me, informing her that Alexander and I were at Lake Como for the weekend. To my father, I wrote:
Everything is okay. I’ll call you later.

I went downstairs and smelled the nice aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I poured myself a cup, added some milk, and sat on the couch.

Alexander was talking to someone on the phone, wearing only dark-grey sweatpants that hung sexily low on his hips and outlined his tight butt and thighs. How could he look so masculine? To be honest, Alexander was the most attractive man I’d ever laid my eyes on.

He sensed my presence, turned to me, and his face beamed. He came over, leaning in to kiss me. “Good morning, baby.”

“Morning,” I replied sheepishly, sensing the tightening of the muscles between my hips. I’d never had a strong sex drive, but now I couldn’t control my body when I was near him.

Alexander regarded me carefully, and his lips twisted into a barely noticeable smile.

Did he notice…?

“I was just speaking with my friend Francesco whom I’d like you to meet. We’ve known each other since college. His parents own a small Italian restaurant, where they make the tastiest spaghetti vongole. I thought you wouldn’t mind if we had lunch together. Oh, and I suggest we go for a speedboat ride around the lake afterward. What do you think?”

“Sounds great. By the way, I’m a big fan of Italian cuisine.” I put down my cup of coffee on the lounge table, stood up on my tiptoes, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Alexander bent forward, put his arms around me, and pressed his lips against mine. I felt like I was melting in his arms. I pressed myself tightly against him and sensed his erect member. Knowing I also had such an excitant effect on him made me tingle with happiness.

“You have amazingly soft lips, baby, and I find them really distracting… but I need to tell you something very important. The next Saturday, my mother is hosting a charity ball. I want you to come with me.” He ran his finger across my cheek.

“Hmm…” I felt hesitant. “People will start to talk and—”

“And what?” He interrupted.

“I don’t have a suitable dress.”

He didn’t like my answer at all. He glared at me with undisguised fury. Most likely no other woman had turned him down before.

“The dress is the least of your problems,” he said angrily. “Don’t make up excuses.”

“Are we not rushing this a bit?”

I wanted to go, but I was anxious at the same time. Photographers from the press would definitely be there and probably snap a picture of us. Our relationship was becoming increasingly stronger and it felt amazing, but it was all happening too fast.

Good things happen quickly,
my inner voice tried to reassure me. But was it right? Going public might be precisely the thing to split us up. Most famous people who were open about their personal lives didn’t have lasting relationships.

“I want everyone to see you… with me.”

“And then they’ll start talking…” I mumbled.

“Let them—it’ll happen sooner or later anyway,” he snapped. “I don’t care what anyone thinks. By the way, my mother called me this morning and started to grill me. I told her about you and she wanted to meet you right away, but I said she’ll have to wait until Saturday.” He looked at me searchingly to gauge my reaction. “As for the dress, you’ll have it on Monday. If you don’t like it, I’ll take it back and we’ll get another.”

I rested my head on the curve between his neck and shoulder and inhaled his scent, which for some inexplicable reason had a calming effect on me.

“So will you come with me? Yes or no?” He wouldn’t let it go.

“Okay, I’ll accompany you. I want to be with you wherever you are.”

“It’s nice to hear this,” he said and embraced me tightly.

“Have you had breakfast?” I asked.

“No, I was waiting for you to wake up.”

“Do you feel like some pancakes?”

“Yes, with cheese.”

“Okay, with cheese for you, and for me… mmm… with chocolate spread and bananas.” I licked my lips. I loved chocolate, and I almost started drooling at the thought of its taste.

“Chocolate spread on Alexia’s porcelain skin… mmm… delicious.” He bit my lower lip and, when he let go, lightly slapped my butt. “Don’t provoke me anymore.” He narrowed his eyes.

“What do you mean?” I asked, not understanding.

“Yesterday, with the ring. And today, just so you wouldn’t have to come with me, you made an excuse about some dress.”

“Alexander, you don’t have to treat me like a child.”

“You should behave like a grown woman, then,” he replied in a severe tone.

He was completely right about that. I shouldn’t have joked yesterday about the ring being a gift from an ex. It was incredibly stupid on my part. What had come over me? And today’s ridiculous excuse about not having a suitable dress for the ball. In the end, all he wanted was for us to be together, and so did I.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. Thank you for the invitation… even though you didn’t actually ask me if I would come with you, but literally ordered me.
I want you to come with me
.” I looked at him through narrowed eyes.
Yes, Mr. Kraftberg. I can also do that look…

Alexander considered my words. “Okay, I really… did say it like that…” He coughed theatrically to clear his throat. “Miss Welson, will you do me the honor of coming to the charity ball with me next Saturday?”

He could be very sweet.

“It would truly be a pleasure.” I gave him my kindest smile. “And now I’m going to make breakfast.”

I opened the fridge and noticed it was packed with all kinds of food. Alexander had ensured we had everything we could want during our stay. While I was making pancakes, he put some music on the stereo. The pleasant voice of Marco Mengoni started to emanate from the massive speakers.

“Hmm…‘L’essenziale’—I like this one.”

“You’re familiar with his work?” he asked, puzzled. “Through your coworker?”

Here we go again with his icy jealous look…

“No, through Lily,” I corrected him. “Are you jealous of Roberto?”

Alexander came over to me, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and lightly pulled it back. He then kissed me possessively on the neck. “I’m jealous of anyone who’s near you. So watch out. It appears… I’m quite the jealous type.”

I laughed at his sincere reply. “It appears? You’ve never been jealous before?” I turned my head to him and saw him staring at me thoughtfully.

“No, never.”

“Never?”

“I’ve never been jealous about a woman. What about you?”

I poured some of the pancake mix into the frying pan and replied, “I’ve never been jealous about any of my exes. But…”

“But what?”

“But when I saw your picture in the newspaper with that Vanessa, I felt awful. I think it was jealousy because I wanted to tear her hair out.”

“Tear it out.” Alexander laughed heartily.

Christ, how lovely and infectious his laughter is…

“Yes. And generally, I’m not a violent person. Not at all, in fact.”

“That means you were jealous of her.” He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “I like that you feel jealousy about me… So tell me. What kind of music do you like to listen to?”

“I have a very varied taste. I love the classical music of Johann Pachelbel, Tomaso Albinoni, Franz Schubert… I also like to listen to One Republic, Calvin Harris, Jason Derulo, John Legend, Rihanna, Pink, James Arthur, and many others.”

“I think I have a very apt song,” he said and went over to the hi-fi to put it on.

The sound of “Roses” resonated throughout the room. Alexander took my hand and we started to dance.

“Mr. Kraftberg, I think I may burn your breakfast.”

“I don’t care.” He took the pan off the hob and turned it off. “A short break,” he said and started to sing along with James Arthur. “Smells like roses to me…”

God, I love this man…

“It’s nice dancing with you.”

He was an amazing dancer, the type who could make even a woman with two left feet glide across the floor. He led with ease and skillfully made his partner follow him.

“Just the dancing?” he teased.

“No, not just that. I love being with you, laughing with you, making love with you…”

He suddenly lifted me by the butt and my feet left the floor. I held on tightly to his powerful shoulders. He picked up the chocolate spread from the kitchen worktop and sat with me on the nearest chair. He slid my dress up my body and over my head and then threw it on the couch, leaving me in just a thong with my legs apart on his lap.

“I intend to get you a bit dirty. I take it you won’t object, right?” And without waiting for my reply, he slowly spread chocolate over my breasts, massaging them with his deft fingers. “I don’t know if others have told you this, honey, but your breasts are perfect.”

I decided not to say anything.

He looked in my eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Well, have they?”

“Baby, what’s the difference?”

“Damn, I want to kill all three wretches who’ve touched you.”

I got goose bumps all over when he bent down and started to lick me lightly.

“Why did you call them wretches?” I barely managed to ask, panting.

“Because they lost you and are no longer with you. Once again, I realize I’m a very lucky guy.” Alexander scooped some more chocolate with his index finger and stuck it in my mouth. I started to suck on it hard and slide my tongue along it, which excited me even more. The sensation was so pleasant. Hot waves started to wash all over my body. And I yielded to his sweet touch.