MadisonHe spanked me again, harder this time. The sting was intense, but the pleasure that followed was even more so. "Fuck, Madison," he groaned, his hands gripping my ass tightly. "You should see how red your ass is. It's fucking beautiful." He spanked me again, his hand lingering on my skin. "This ass is mine," he growled. "Mine to touch, mine to spank, mine to fuck." I could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his desire. His hand slid down, cupping my ass cheek, squeezing it hard. I bit my lip, stifling a moan. He leaned over me, his breath hot on my ear. "You feel that, Madison? You feel what you do to me?" He pressed his hips against me, and I could feel his cock, hard and thick, rubbing against my ass through his pants. A shiver ran down my spine, and I nodded, unable to find my voice. "You want this cock, don't you?" His voice was a low rumble, filled with lust and dominance. "You want me to fuck you with it, don't you?" I took a deep breath, my heart pounding
MadisonI flopped back on the couch, my body still humming with unfulfilled desire. "Really?" I muttered to the empty room. "Right in the middle of... that?" I glanced at the money in my hand, counting the crisp bills. Nine hundred dollars. Alexander had handed it over like a pocket change, barely giving it a second thought. "Who just casually hands out hundreds like that?" I shook my head, smoothing out the bills. The gesture touched me, though - he wanted to ensure I'd be safe exploring independently. Despite our arrangement, he showed genuine concern. A small smile crept across my face as I remembered how he'd kissed me before rushing out. Even in his hurry, he'd reminded me to call if anything happened. "It's just business," I reminded myself firmly, though my racing heart suggested otherwise. He was simply being practical, ensuring his "girlfriend" was taken care of while he handled whatever urgent matter Leo had called about. "Focus, Madison," I muttered. "This is just an a
AlexanderLeo squinted at the footage. "Could be anyone. Friend, maybe?" Rick snorted. "Friend? Please. I've worked security in Vegas long enough to know what's what. That's your classic one-night special right there." He clicked through different camera angles. "You rich folks come here thinking you're being discrete, but trust me - we see everything. The walk of shame is practically a morning ritual around here. Though usually they're gone before sunrise, not..." He checked the timestamp again. "Seven-fifteen." "Fascinating documentary on Vegas dating habits, Rick." I straightened up, my mind already piecing together a different puzzle. "But I think we're barking up the wrong tree here." Leo raised an eyebrow. "You getting that feeling too?" "Come on." I headed for the door, Leo following close behind. Once we were clear of the security room, I stopped. "Maybe we're looking at this all wrong." "What do you mean?" Leo's brow furrowed. "Think about it. We're assuming she's invol
MadisonI hung up the phone, rolling my eyes at Alexander's commanding tone. My fingers tightened around the phone as I started walking back to the resort. Trust him to cut my exploring short with his demands. "Ten minutes," I mimicked under my breath, dodging a group of tourists. "Clock's ticking." The man was insatiable. We'd already spent half the morning tangled in his sheets, and here he was, ordering me back like some horny teenager. The memory of his hands on my body made the heat pool low in my belly. "No, stop that," I scolded myself, quickening my pace. "You're supposed to be annoyed with him." I was actually enjoying myself before his call. The fountains had been spectacular, and I'd spotted at least three shops I wanted to explore. But no - Alexander couldn't wait another hour or two. I sighed, watching another spectacular burst from the fountains. The water danced in perfect synchronization, creating shapes I'd never imagined possible. A cool mist drifted over, offer
MadisonHe broke the kiss just long enough to yank off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. "Goddamn," I muttered under my breath before I could stop myself. He chuckled darkly. "Like what you see?" "Yeah," I admitted, running my hands over his smooth skin. "Very much." "Good." He pulled me back into another kiss, one hand tangling in my hair while the other slid between my legs. His fingers found my clit through the thin fabric of the thong and started rubbing slow circles that made me gasp. "You're so wet already," he murmured against my lips. "I can feel it." His words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I moaned as his fingers continued their relentless assault on my clit, each touch driving me closer to the edge. "You like that?" he asked, his voice husky. "Yes," I panted. "Oh god, yes." He pushed the thong aside and slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. "Fuck!" I cried out
MadisonI opened my eyes, half dazed with pleasure and half frustrated at being denied release. But any protest was lost as I watched him tear open a condom packet with his teeth, eyes never leaving mine. "Turn around," he growled, low and rough. I obeyed, heart racing as I got onto all fours. The bedspread felt smooth beneath my hands. I felt him behind me, positioning himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing insistently at my entrance. Without warning, he thrust into me with one smooth stroke, filling me completely. "Oh fuck, yes," I cried out, relishing the delicious stretch. "Goddamn," he muttered, gripping my hips. "You're so tight, Madison." He started to move, setting a blistering pace that had me gripping the bedspread for dear life. His cock stretched me, reaching places inside me that left me breathless and wanting. He spanked my ass, the sharp sting making me gasp and arch back against him. "Again," I pleaded, surprising even myself. He obliged, landing another
MadisonAfter dinner, he took me to a rooftop bar with a view that made me gasp. The entire Strip stretched out before us, a glittering carnival of lights and possibility. "Like it?" he asked, pressing against my back as we stood at the railing. "It's beautiful." "Not as beautiful as you." His lips brushed my ear. I turned slightly to look at him, our faces inches apart. "You always know what to say, don't you?" His grin was positively wicked. "Only when it's true." We left the rooftop bar and strolled down the bustling streets of Las Vegas. The city buzzed with energy, a sensory overload of neon lights, music, and laughter. Alexander's hand found the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd with an ease that spoke of his confidence. We made our way to the front of the Bellagio Hotel, where a crowd had gathered to watch the famous fountain show. As the music started and the water danced in sync with it, I couldn't help but be mesmerized. The jets of water shot high into
MadisonHis hands roamed over my exposed skin, caressing and teasing me until I was squirming with need. Then he stood up abruptly and moved to sit on the couch. "Kneel." I turned to face him and saw the fire in his eyes as he watched me lower myself to my knees in front of him. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants, and I licked my lips at the sight. "Take it out." My hands trembled slightly as I reached for his belt buckle. The leather was smooth and cool under my fingers as I unfastened it and then worked on the button and zipper of his pants. He lifted his hips slightly to help me pull them down, along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and already leaking pre-cum at the tip. My mouth watered at the sight of it. "Suck," he commanded. I leaned forward eagerly, taking him into my mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, salty, musky, and all-consuming. I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked hard, earning a groan from deep within his chest. "Fuck
MadisonI spent Friday night buried in real estate books instead of buried under Alexander Knight. Progress, I suppose."Understanding Commercial Property Development" stared back at me from my coffee table, mocking me with its heft and academic tone. I'd made it through twenty pages before my eyes glazed over. The stack of books Alexander had given me loomed like a paper Tower of Babel."Okay, Madison," I muttered, cracking open the book again. "You can memorize marketing strategies and quarterly projections. You can handle a little real estate jargon."Three hours and one cup of coffee later, I'd filled half a notebook with terms I needed to Google: cap rates, NOI calculations, and tenant improvement allowances. My brain felt like it was trying to learn Mandarin overnight.I fell asleep with "Commercial Real Estate Finance Fundamentals" open on my chest, dreaming of buildings that kept changing shape every time I tried to appraise them.Saturday morning arrived with sunshine streami
MadisonI forced a laugh, hoping it didn't sound as strained as it felt. "Mr. Knight? Are you insane?" "Come on! The way he looks at you during meetings..." "Because I'm his PA. That's literally my job - to anticipate his needs and be available when he needs something." Oh, if she only knew just how available I'd been lately. "Professional needs, sure," Hazel smirked. "But have you seen how he watches you when you leave a room? Trust me, that man is thinking about more than quarterly reports." "You're drunk." I grabbed her wine glass before she could spill it. "And delusional. Mr. Knight is my boss. End of story." "But-" "No buts." I cut her off, setting both our glasses on the coffee table. "Tell me one thing - have you actually seen him up close? Like, really seen him?" Hazel flopped back against the cushions. "Well, no. But I've seen him in magazines, newspapers, all over social media. Plus, that one time I came to meet you for lunch, I saw him walking down the hall." "Exac
MadisonJenny and Audrey sprawled across Hazel's plush carpet, sharing stories about their latest Tinder disasters. I kept quiet, sipping my drink and letting their chatter wash over me. "And then he had the audacity to ask if I wanted to split the check after he ordered the most expensive steak on the menu," Jenny groaned, waving her glass for emphasis. "Like, hello? You invited me!" "At least yours showed up," Audrey countered. "Mine texted five minutes before saying his 'energy wasn't aligned with the universe tonight' and he needed to 'recalibrate his chakras.'" I snorted into my drink. "What does that even mean?" "It means he found someone hotter to hook up with," Hazel said, refilling everyone's glasses except mine. She gave me a questioning look, but I covered my drink with my hand. "One's my limit tonight. I have those project proposals to review tomorrow." Jenny rolled her eyes. "Your boss is a slave driver." If only they knew what kind of "driving" he actually did. "
MadisonThe books on his desk caught my eye again—a reminder of the real work ahead. My arms already ached at the thought of carrying them. At least he was investing in my professional growth, even if his personal demands kept escalating by the day. "I remember everything from the document, Mr. Knight." I reached for the heavy books, stacking them against my chest. "I'll spend Saturday with my mom and be yours on Sunday." The words slipped out before I could catch them. Yours. As if I belonged to him. "But how am I supposed to learn all this material if I'm always at your beck and call?" "Yes, you need to learn these. I'll leave this weekend to you. Come to my penthouse Sunday evening." "Thank you for giving me time to study." The words came out more sarcastic than intended, but I couldn't help it. The nerve of this man. 'Giving me time.' Like he was some benevolent king bestowing favors upon his subjects. Next thing you know, he'd want a parade thrown in his honor for allowing me
Madison"Mr. Knight," I kept my voice steady and professional. "I appreciate the alternative, but I'd prefer to continue as project manager." I met his gaze. "The project won't break ground for weeks, giving me time to study and prepare. Plus..." I allowed a small smile. "I have an excellent mentor to guide me, don't I?" His eyes darkened at my words that familiar heat returning to his expression. "Mentor?" I gestured to the books. "You wouldn't have assigned me if you didn't think I could handle it." "True." He moved closer, his cologne making my head swim. "But handling multiple positions can be challenging." I bit my lip to keep from smirking at his innuendo. "I'm becoming quite skilled at juggling different positions." His sharp intake of breath told me my words had hit their mark. Score one for the PA. "Some positions require extensive practice." "I'm a quick learner, Mr. Knight." I kept my voice steady and professional, even as heat bloomed across my cheeks. My mind race
MadisonThe clock struck six as I finished filing the last contract. My body ached in places that had nothing to do with sitting at a desk all day. The memory of Alexander taking me in his car made my cheeks flush. I needed a hot shower and definitely had to check the damage - my ass still tingled from where he'd spanked me. "Ms. Harper." His voice crackled through the intercom. "Come in here before you leave." I sighed. What now? If he wanted my panties again, he'd have to work for it. I knocked and entered his office. Alexander sat behind his desk, focused on his computer screen. "Close the door." He didn't look up from whatever document held his attention. I did as told, hovering near his desk. "You needed something, Mr. Knight?" His fingers flew across the keyboard. The sound of typing filled the silence. Was this some new game? Make me wait while he finishes work? A knock interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," Alexander called out, still not looking up from his screen. A ta
MadisonI walked toward the restaurant entrance, my legs still trembling from our intense encounter in the car. The feel of Alexander's cock stretching me, filling me so perfectly, lingered with every step. My pussy throbbed, reminding me how thoroughly he'd fucked me. The sound of his car pulling away made me pause. Some "girlfriend" I turned out to be - getting fucked in his car then dropped off alone while he rushed to lunch with his family. Not that I cared. This wasn't a real relationship. Just a business arrangement with incredible sex benefits. I smoothed my skirt, wincing at the delicious soreness between my legs. My panties felt damp against my skin - the ones he'd made me beg to have back after stealing them earlier. Bastard probably got off on that power play. The way he'd commanded me to ride him, his hands gripping my hips as I bounced on his thick cock... Fuck. My nipples hardened at the memory of his mouth on them, how he'd made me come so hard I saw stars. "Focus,"
AlexanderI settled back into my chair, catching Scarlett's predatory smile. Her foot traced up my leg again under the table. "The tiramisu for everyone," Grandfather announced to the waiter. "And bring my grandson a double portion." "Really, I don't-" "Hush," Grandmother interrupted. "You're too thin. A growing boy needs sustenance." "I'm thirty-two," I muttered, but the tiramisu appeared before further protests could be made. Scarlett leaned forward, giving me another calculated view of her cleavage as she "accidentally" dropped her napkin. "Could you get that for me?" I ignored her, focusing on my dessert while Uncle James launched into another story about his golf game. Scarlett's foot continued its journey up my leg, but I shifted away, trapping her ankle between my feet. Her eyes widened at being caught. "More coffee?" the waiter asked. "Please," I said, releasing Scarlett's foot with a warning squeeze. Her cheeks flushed - whether from embarrassment or arousal, I didn't
Alexander"Alexander!" My aunt Patricia waved enthusiastically. "Come sit by us!" I made my way around the table, nodding to various family members. Uncle James and his wife Susan, cousin Michael with his new girlfriend, Grandmother Eleanor looking regal as ever, Grandfather William pretending to study the menu he'd memorized years ago. My stepbrother Henry slouched in his chair, probably nursing a hangover. "You're late," Father stated as I took my seat. "Traffic." I signaled the waiter for a scotch. "Scarlett, what an unexpected surprise." She smiled sweetly. "Georgia invited me. Hope you don't mind." "Of course not," Madelyn chimed in. "Scarlett's practically family." I caught Georgia's smirk behind her water glass. This wasn't a coincidence - they were up to something. "How's business, son?" Father asked, cutting through the tension. "Business is strong as ever. The merger-" "Always business, always money!" Grandfather William dropped his menu with a dramatic flourish. "W