My Most Precious One (9 page)

“Why did you bother to apologize to him?” He hissed.

“I just didn’t want my work environment to be awkward. I love working there and I didn’t want shit happening at work.” I answered. He relaxed his stance and glided his hands down my arms, letting me go. Using his fingers, he pushed back his hair and exhaled.

I must have looked pitiful. He grabbed my hand and pulled me hard across his penthouse. He then flung me onto his couch. He reached for one of the remotes that dimmed the lights. He then turned on the music. Tricky came through his integrated speakers, Hell is Around the Corner began to play, he lowered himself in front of me and without a word began to take off my pants.

“Don’t Lukas! I need to take a shower!” I exclaimed.

But he didn’t listen to me “Lukas!” I implored.

“I worked all day… I stink!” I tried to stop him, but he only continued with more force, nearly ripping my pants off. He then hooked his finger into my panties and tore them completely off, throwing them to the side, making me gasp in surprise.

“Lukas” I whimpered. The hungry look in his eyes was unmistakable. He only looked at my pussy and licked his lips as he grabbed my thighs and hiked them up, bringing my core closer to his face. I felt so exposed. I could feel his hot breath on me as he spread my legs wider. He leaned in gently and licked my clit with the tip of his tongue, just once making me shudder.

“Lukas” I moaned. The music’s slow beats swept through me heightening my senses. He then began to eat me out, with deliberately long licks and kisses. He then spread my inner lips to gain more access. I could feel how wet I was becoming. His tongue slid deep inside me. I arched my back and with hooded eyes, I watched as Lukas devoured me. The way he was enjoying me, made me want to cum. I wanted to control it, to make this moment last, but looking at him eating me like I was his last meal, had pushed me over to the edge. As though he understood my need, he continued to consume me relentlessly, I shattered into a million pieces screaming out, feeling my body shake and then go limp.

I faintly heard the sound of a zipper and some rustling. Tricky still played in the background, the music was hypnotic helping me calm down from one of the most intense orgasms I ever had. I felt the possessiveness of his hand come across my chest, he ripped the buttons of shirt I wore and he pushed the cups of my bra down exposing my breasts. My breathing quickened, in anticipation. He nudged himself into my pussy with one thrust, making me buck up. He took me hard and fast. He fucked me. He groaned and growled as he was hitting me hard inside. It was sinful, raw and passionate.

“Mine.” He roared. He lowered his mouth to my breast and gave my nipple one lick, then he bit me hard as he came, making me cum with him.

He lay on top of me, both of us trying to catch our breaths. He finally stood up. I cringed to adjust to the void that I now felt inside me. I looked down at myself as Lukas walked away. I rearranged my bra again and began to pick up my tatter clothes off the floor.

“What are you doing?” I heard him say as he walked back to me wearing his jeans and shirt. I obviously was fairly undressed.

“I don’t know.” I whispered, mostly talking to myself. Seriously girl, what were you doing? Yes the man can own your body like no other, but you are way over your head. He took my clothes from my hands and threw them back onto the ground.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He ordered.

“Evidently I can’t, you ripped up all my clothes!” I pouted.

He smiled “I’ll buy you new ones.” He was smiling so I guess he wasn’t angry anymore, so I relaxed a bit.

Like he understood my thought, he said. “Oh I’m still angry but I figure we can fuck our anger out.” I ignored his comment as best as I could but my pussy couldn’t it. It clenched and quivered, almost begging him for more.

“I need to go home, get clothes and take a shower.” I said trying to act as normal as I could. Seeing how I had very little clothes on.

“I took care of that already.” He said taking my hand. “I got my personal assistant to get me some clothes for you and some personal hygiene stuff. That way you don’t have to rush home every day.” I didn’t know whether to be touched or freaked out. I stopped in mid stride and he dropped his shoulders, pulling me close.

“I need you to be with me, just be with me, don’t over think it.” He put his finger under my chin and pushed my head up, so I could look at him.

“Just follow me, don’t listen to what others say. It’s just you and me.” He gave me a chaste kiss.

“Besides, you’re the one dating me for my money.” He winked.

“We’re dating now?” I asked almost afraid of what would happen next. I didn’t know what we were doing. Were we having casual sex or friends with benefits or was I just a flavour of the month?

“Silly girl, what the fuck do you think we’re doing here?” He asked. I felt ridiculous having this conversation while I was half naked in one of the most lavish homes I have ever seen.

“Lukas, I need a shower and some clothes before we continue this conversation.” I squirmed under his gaze.

“Fine! But we are having this conversation.” He challenged.

The Talk

He held my hand intertwining his fingers with mine, as he walked me up the stairs to his bedroom. He led me to a large double door that opened to a vast walk-in closet, I stood there awestruck. This shit can’t be real.

Everything was immaculate, one side had his suits, the other his dress shirts, at the end of the walk in, hung his jeans and various shirts. Everything thing had a place, even his expensive watches and cufflinks were in a small showcase table in the middle of the room.

He rustled away near the end of the closet and handed me a pair of black yoga pants and t-shirt that were my size. He smiled as he handed them to me. I hesitated as I took them.

“What?” He asked.

“Lukas?” I walked back into he’s perfectly designed bedroom, “How much is this bed?” I asked, knowing the can of worms I was about to open.

“I don’t know a few hundred thousand.” He shrugged. I nodded, half of the amount of my savings.

“And the stove downstairs?” I pointed towards the bedroom door with my one hand, while the other held my new clothes firmly across my body, shielding me from his eyes.

“I think it was fifty thous…” I half smiled, mostly from anxiety. “Fifty thousand dollars.” I finished his statement, the amount I make in a year give or take.

“Where are you going with this?” He asked, somewhat annoyed.

“Just humor me.” I held out my hand to him “This penthouse, how much did you pay for it?” He leaned on the doorway and dug his hands inside the front pocket of his jeans.

“Alexia, your point?” He asked flatly.

I hesitated, nerves building in my belly. “What are you doing with me?” I asked in a near hushed voice. “If you say I’m the flavour of the month, I’ll hurt but I can accept that. But you and I are completely different and I have no clue what you want from me.” I didn’t move from my spot, for fear of doing something stupid.

“Flavour of the mouth?” He scoffed. “If you were the flavour of the month babe, I wouldn’t have brought you here. My flavours of the month, if they last that long, don’t ever come here.” The thought of various women clawing at him made me feel sick.

“Lukas, you’ll get bored. I don’t know how nor do I think I can run around in the social circles you’re accustomed to.” I choked out. I was worried. Scared, I knew I wasn’t enough for this man.

He moved off the wall and came closer to me. “It’s because you’re different.” He said as he took the clothes from my hands and threw them on the bed, leaving me exposed.

“Alexia, just be with me.” He pleaded. “If it makes you more comfortable we’ll hang out at your place. It’s just that I want you here with me in my house. Don’t you understand? You make it a home now.” He cradled my face in his hands and raised my head so our eyes could meet. “It’s now a place I finally want to live in, not just somewhere I sleep and eat, but rather a place I can bring you, hold you, talk to you, argue with you. Where I could fuck you senseless, and trust me when I say, I’m going to fuck you senseless. I’m not going to apologize to you about the money I have and make. All I want, right now, is you.” He kissed me so slowly it made my body ache. I was losing to Hurricane Lukas.

He broke our kiss. “Come on. Let’s take a shower so I could fuck you some more. Remember, I’m still pissed about before.” I didn’t know what to say. I watched as he towered over me, caressing my face so adoringly that it nearly melted most of my worries. Part of me was hoping everything he said was true, but another part was scared to death. “I told you to stop thinking.” He bit out, as he pulled me to his bathroom, which was larger than my own bedroom.

White marble lined the walls and floor. It had a huge walk in shower, that could fit more people than I knew and a beautiful silver footed bathtub. I always wanted one of them. “You like?” He asked and I nodded “What’s not to like.” He pulled me to his arms and lifted me onto the counter. The cold marble made me shiver.

“So what should be your punishment?” He asked his eyebrow crooked up.

“For what?” I protested, his comment only added to my shivering body. “You and that fucken asshat bartender, it really pissed me off Alexia!” His low voice resonated throughout his marble bathroom.

“You can’t be serious. I didn’t do anything wrong!” I snapped back.

He pushed my legs apart and placed himself in between, making me gasp at his closeness. He then placed both hands on either side of me, caging me in.

“I told you to stay away from him. He’s been around you every time I’ve seen you. It’s getting on my last nerve.” He said bluntly.

I laughed. “Oh my god, I know this can’t be right, but are you jealous?” His face was all serious

“Why shouldn’t I be? You’re mine and I don’t like it when others try to take what rightfully belongs to me.” They were simple words, but the meaning behind them was so powerful, that it nearly threw me for a loop. “You have your insecurities and I have mine.” He said quietly still staring at me.

“You? Have insecurities? Please Lukas.” I was going to roll my eyes, when he cradled my face again, making me face him.

“I’m older than you.” I knew I didn’t mistakenly hear the nervousness in his words.

“I know.” I tried to reassure him.

“No baby, a lot older.” He insisted. His hold was now firmer. He took a deep breath “I’m thirty eight.”

I knew he was older than me, but I didn’t expect him to be that much older. I watched him waiting for me to say something. His eyes searching mine for some reassurance that I wasn’t going to run out of here screaming. At the end of the day it didn’t matter to me, with the way I felt, how could it? I smiled and tilted my head a little and winked. He finally smiled with relief.

“So now I get why you have more salt than pepper in your beard.” I teased. His smile then disappeared.

“Don’t push it, Alexia.” He said gruffly. “What? I’m just saying that things make sense now.” I laughed as he let go of me, he narrowed his eyes.

“You’re seriously going to get punished!” He threatened.

“Empty threats.” I said in a cocky voice.

“Have you always been such a bad girl?” He lowered his voice to a quiet murmur so I could pay attention to him closely. I shrugged still acting brash “Always.”

The face he gave me made me wonder if I pushed him over his limit. “You have no clue what you just provoked little girl.” His words made my belly quiver.

“Stop doing that!” He pointed at my lips. “You’re biting them again!” Shit I forgot. “Shower now!” He ordered.

I jumped off the counter and as I passed him, he slapped my ass hard. It didn’t hurt. It only made me more wet. Jesus, what was going on with me? He opened the door to the shower and turning on the water.

“Do you like hot or cold?” He asked.

“You’re not coming in with me?” I gave him my best pouty face.

“No, I’m going to stay out here and watch you wash yourself and then I’m going to punish you for being such a bad little girl.” Damn, I could seriously get used to him talking like that.

I stepped inside. The shower head was directly over me raining hot water all over my body. There was a loofah sponge much like the one I had at home, I took it in my hand and turned to find some soap, there behind his, was my body wash.

“Lukas?” I looked at him wondering what was going on.

“Don’t speak, just wash yourself.” He ordered.

He was leaning up against the marble counter with his arms crossed, his eyes were dark, his look foreboding. My Suit was planning something. I didn’t know whether to be scared or excited. I swallowed back my uneasiness and poured some soap onto the sponge and began to lather it up. I massaged my legs. My movements were more deliberate than usual, only because the sexiest man I had ever seen was watching me. My pussy clenched at the mere idea of him looking at me doing this. I moved the sponge across my belly and lazily brought it to my breast. I could sense the hunger in the air, the want and the need to feel him on my body. He didn’t make a move or sound as he watched me. I closed my eyes and shut off my brain, letting my body take over. I turned to him so his eyes could properly see me. The water gently spraying me as I grabbed my breast slightly, trying to let go of some pent up need I felt inside me. I heard his breath hitch. With my other hand, I glided it between my legs spreading my lips apart.

“You are a very bad girl.” He finally said in a low growl.

“You’re done! Out now!” He commanded, as he opened the door shutting off the water and waiting for me to get out. He handed me a towel sheet, staying close to me, knowing the affect he had on me. When I was done, he took the towel from me. “Go out to the bed and lay on it, facing up, not moving.”

I nearly stumbled as I walked out of the bathroom, my heart was racing. I could feel the slickness of my wet pussy as I walked. Fuck me. I walked over to the bed and laid down. Few moments later, Lukas came out of the bathroom but didn’t look at me, he walked over to his closet and emerged with two black silk sashes that had rings at the end of them. Without looking at me, he reached for my arm and slipped my hand through the hole in the sash and then looped it through the ring to make it tight around my wrist, he then tied it to the headboard. He repeated it with my other arm, now both my wrists were pulled over my head. Feelings of anxiety and arousal were battling inside me. I had never really been tied up before. Not that the idea wasn’t what I wanted, I wanted Lukas to do what he liked, I wanted him to possess me, in almost every way.

He stood at the foot of the bed and admired his work. “You are so fucken beautiful. I can cum so easily just by looking at you right now.” His hush low voice made my wet folds clench.

“Lukas?” I started to panic.

“Don’t! You’ll only make it worst, lay back and take your punishment babe.” He disappeared again and came out with a small bottle and two black rectangular boxes. He sat down next to me and pushed my wet hair to the side and leaned in and kissed me.

“Just breathe.” He murmured and smiled. He opened the black box and inside was a black egg shaped toy with a gold trim. Even his toys were expensive.

“Do you know what this is?” He asked as he held out the toy, I nodded my head yes. Of course I knew what it was, it was one of my fantasies to get one, but never found the partner willing enough to try. It was a mini vibrator that had a wireless remote that your partner controlled.

A slow smile came across his face. “Now, you’ve been a bad girl today and I want to make sure you understand that this is going to be a punishment, not a way for you to get off.” He reached over to my pussy and with his middle finger swiped it gently.

“So fucken wet. It’s nice that I make you this wet baby.” He smirked licking his finger.

“Lukas…I” I tried to speak, but he caressed my face again.

“I’ve wanted to do this to you since I met you. Just let me indulge.” He waited and I finally nodded.

“Just breathe baby, just stay in the moment and let the feeling take over. Trust me, you’ll enjoy yourself.” He gave me one last crooked smile.

He took the small black bullet in his hands “Alexia, look into my eyes!” He ordered and I obeyed. I looked at his beautiful piercing blue eyes, as he nudged the bullet slowly into me. The intense look we shared had made my clit tremble. The bullet felt hard as my pussy clenched around it.

He stood up and sat on his high backed leather chair, which was by the wall at the foot of the bed.

“Let’s start this off slowly.” He pressed the remote and the bullet started. A dull wave of vibrations rippled through me, my inner muscles squeezed. I let out a small moan. “I’m not seeing what I want from you.” He pressed the remote to the highest setting. The bullet began to shake inside me, my muscles quivered. I began to moan loudly. He stood up and walked over to the foot of the bed.

“Look at me.” He bit out.

I searched for his eyes, his dark smile lingered on his face, as he took the rope that was tied to the bullet and pulled it slightly making it move inside me. “Lukas” I cried out. He pushed it back in “Your pussy is so fucken wet baby.” He licked his fingers again. “I’m not done yet.” He said calmly. My mind could hardy understand what was going on. The sensation of being tied down and him controlling my orgasm was too much for me. Anything more and I think I would lose it completely.

I could only hear him rustling with the other box. He stood before me again slowly kneeling down between my legs. “Alexia!” He called my name. I could hardly hear him over my body’s heightened need. I was too concentrated on the orgasm building inside me. “Look at me!” He ordered. “I know you know what this is. We’ll start slow baby.” He held a small white anal plug. He took the bottle and lubed it up. He then reached my butt and spread my cheeks. “Lukas please!” I cried out. He kissed my low belly. “Relax.” He whispered. He placed it at my opening. “Relax baby.” He said again in a hushed voice, it was low and dominating, his voice alone could control me. I took a deep breath and tried to relax.

“That’s it Alexia.” He eased it in, my body went still. I felt full. I could feel the vibrations of the bullet hitting the plug, my body began to convulse. I wanted to come so badly, I moaned and cried.

Lukas was still knelt between my legs watching me wither in ecstasy. “That’s it baby.” He began to massage my low belly “I could feel it inside you.” His hand moved along my lower abdomen feeling the bullet.

“Were you a bad girl?” He asked. I was too lost in my overly heightened state to clearly hear him.

“Answer me.” He commanded in a louder voice.

“Yes” I finally managed to say over my whimpers. He pushed himself off the bed and stripped off his clothes. He knelt down between my legs and began to stroke his huge cock.

“You like teasing me?” He asked his voice was hoarse. He watched me over hooded eyes as he played with himself.

“Yes” I moaned.

“Let’s see if you like when I tease you.” He pulled on the rope of the bullet and yanked it out, making me yelp. He eased his cock inside my now sensitive pussy. I could feel him hitting the plug that was in my ass. I screamed out his name, losing myself. “That’s right baby cry out my name.” He voice was ragged. He was losing control. “Who do you belong to?” He pushed harder inside me. “Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” He barked. I pulled on the silk sashes that held onto me, my nails digging in deep. “You” I cried out. “Yes baby. Yes. Yes. Yes.” He roared.

My insides were on fire, I could feel my orgasm pushing through me not wanting to stop. “Don’t” he murmured. “Lukas please!” I begged. “Please I need to cum.” He reached for my mound and cupped it, playing with my throbbing clit. “That’s right, beg.” He demanded. “Please Lukas” I could feel his cock swelling up inside me. “Cum, cum around my cock.” His harsh breathing, barely in control. My orgasm came over me like a tidal wave, drowning me and my senses. I screamed out his name, convulsing as I rode the last of ripples the remained in my body.