MadisonWith a swift motion, he pulled his fingers out and lifted me up, pushing me against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and he captured my lips in another searing kiss, more intense than before. His huge cock pressed against my pussy through our clothes, the friction driving me wild. My hands tangled in his hair as he carried me through the penthouse hallway, every step making me more aware of the ache building between my thighs. "Mr. Knight," I murmured between kisses, "Are you sure you can walk straight like this?" "Worried I'll drop you?" The thought crossed my mind as his grip tightened on my ass. But he moved with surprising steadiness despite the alcohol and our precarious position. The front door loomed ahead, and I wondered if he'd managed to open it without losing his balance or making us both crash to the ground. Somehow, he maneuvered us through the entrance without faltering, kicking the door shut behind him. Inside the penthouse, he pus
MadisonI felt his cock twitch inside my mouth, a sure sign that he was close. His breathing grew ragged as he thrust harder and faster, using my mouth for his pleasure. But just as I braced myself for his release, he pulled out abruptly, leaving me gasping for air. "Not yet, sweetheart. I need to fuck that tight pussy of yours first." He stepped back, giving me room to stand. I wiped my mouth with my hand, watching him warily. His gaze drifted over to the armrest of the couch, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Turn around and bend over," he commanded, nodding towards the couch. "Ass up, face down." I hesitated momentarily before complying, turning around, and leaning over the armrest. The cool leather pressed against my stomach. I felt exposed, vulnerable, my ass sticking out invitingly. His hand came down hard on my left cheek, the crack echoing through the room. I yelped. Before I could react, another smack landed on my right cheek, then another, and another. Each slap sent
MadisonHis hands were everywhere, roaming over my body like he owned it. And fuck, maybe he did. For now, at least. He pulled back, eyes glinting with that familiar hunger. "Bed. Now." Before I could utter a word, Alexander scooped me up like I weighed nothing. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, our faces inches apart. His eyes burned into mine, the hunger in them sending a shiver down my spine. "What are you—?" "Shh," he hushed, carrying me towards the bedroom. "I told you, bed. Now." I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. He kicked the door open, revealing the expansive bedroom dominated by a king-sized bed. The room was dimly lit, the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. He tossed me onto the bed, and I bounced slightly, my breath hitching. He stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze roaming over my naked body like a predator eyeing its prey. "Spread your legs," he commanded. "Let
MadisonHis fingers worked my clit, his cock filling me completely. I was close, so close. His hand tightened in my hair, his thrusts growing erratic. "Come with me, Madison," he commanded, his voice strained. With a cry, I came again, my body shuddering with the force of my release. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me as he found his own climax. We collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and ragged breaths. I lay there, face down, ass up, hands still cuffed behind my back. I wiggled my fingers, feeling the cool metal against my skin. As the post-orgasmic haze lifted, I became aware of a slight discomfort around my wrists. "Mr. Knight," I murmured, shifting slightly. "The handcuffs..." He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with a smirk. "Too tight for you, Madison?" "Just take them off." He reached over to grab the key from the nightstand. He unlocked the cuffs, and I brought my arms forward, rubbing my wrists. There were red marks where the me
MadisonI rushed toward the door, mind still racing about the photo incident when I collided straight into Alexander's solid chest. His hands gripped my arms, steadying me before I could stumble. "Why are you running around like a headless chicken?" His voice held that dangerous edge from earlier, blue eyes still stormy with residual anger. I straightened my blouse. "You said the car's leaving in five minutes." "Yes." His jaw remained tight as he released me, turning toward the elevator without another word. The private elevator ride to the garage stretched with uncomfortable silence. I kept my eyes fixed on the polished metal doors, hyper-aware of Alexander's imposing presence beside me. The usual crackling tension between us had morphed into something darker after he'd caught me snooping. The doors opened to the garage where his sleek car waited. Alexander strode ahead, not bothering to hold the car door for me like he usually did. I slid into the backseat, maintaining careful
MadisonI gripped my coffee cup tighter, knuckles turning white. The whispers grew louder, more vicious. "Look at her, acting all high and mighty in that Chanel blouse." A woman's nasal voice carried across the cafeteria. "Probably picked it up from a dumpster behind Bergdorf's." "That's definitely a knockoff." Another chimed in. "No way she could afford the real thing on a PA salary." "I've been in accounting for five years," someone complained. "What qualifications does she have to manage a multi-million dollar project?" "God, have you seen her face without makeup?" A particularly nasty voice cut through. "Who'd want to fuck that?" "Maybe she does it with the lights off." Cruel laughter followed. I took another sip of coffee, remembering how Alexander had fucked me against his office windows last week, the entire city spread out below us as he'd made me come three times. The same office these bitter bitches walked past every day. "I heard she smells like desperation and cheap
MadisonI knocked once and entered, tablet held like a shield in front of me. "Your schedule for today, Mr. Knight." My voice came out clear and steady as I positioned myself beside his desk. He gestured for me to continue without looking up from his computer screen. The familiar scent of his cologne hit me - spicy, expensive, and entirely too distracting. I forced my eyes to focus on the tablet. I ran through his appointments methodically, keeping my tone crisp and businesslike. "That concludes today's schedule, Mr. Knight. Would you like me to adjust anything?" "No adjustments needed." His eyes finally lifted from the computer screen, fixing on me with an intensity that made my skin tingle. Without breaking eye contact, he reached for a small remote on his desk and pressed a button. The office blinds whirred closed behind me, shielding us from the sights of our colleagues, while the floor-to-ceiling windows still revealed the city beyond. "Lock the door, Ms. Harper." My
MadisonI heard the tear of a foil packet, and a moment later, the blunt head of his cock pressed against my pussy, teasing me with its promise. "Tell me what you need, Madison," he demanded. I tried to speak around the panties still stuffed in my mouth, but all that came out was a muffled moan. He chuckled, the bastard enjoying my struggle. "Can't hear you," he taunted, pressing his cock against me just enough to make me squirm. I took a deep breath, forcing the words out as best I could. "Mmrrph fffck mmm," I managed, pushing back against him, trying to take what I needed. He leaned over me, his breath hot on my ear. "What was that? You want me to fuck you?" I nodded frantically, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment and desire. He was enjoying this way too much, but damn if it wasn't turning me on even more. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he said, and with one brutal thrust, he filled me completely. I cried out, the sound muffled by the panties in my mouth. He pulled out
AlexanderI left the conference room, my mind racing with contingency plans. The team would handle the immediate crisis response, but I needed a moment to strategize beyond the next few hours. This attack was too coordinated, too precise. Someone knew exactly where to hit us. As I entered my office, my phone vibrated. The screen displayed a name I wasn't surprised to see: Edward Knight. Perfect timing, as always. I accepted the call and put it on speaker as I loosened my tie completely. "Alexander." His voice carried that familiar mix of authority and concern. "I just got off the phone with Harold from the board. What the hell is happening?" "Hello to you too, Dad," I said, dropping into my chair. "I'm handling it." "Handling it? The company's losing billions in market cap over fraud allegations!" I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I'm aware of the situation." "Are these allegations true?" he demanded, cutting straight to his primary concern. "Of course not," I snapped. "You kn
AlexanderI strode through the executive floor, Madison following close behind. The cacophony of ringing phones and urgent voices created a backdrop of chaos. My empire was under attack, and every second counted. The conference room door was already open, revealing a gathering of grim faces around the polished table. Our CFO was gesturing frantically at a laptop screen while our head of Legal paced by the windows, phone pressed to his ear. The PR director was furiously typing on her tablet, and two members of our crisis management team huddled over documents, speaking in hushed tones. "Everyone," I announced, not bothering with pleasantries. All heads snapped up, conversations halting mid-sentence. I took my place at the head of the table while Madison slipped into a chair beside me, tablet ready. "Give me the damage report," I demanded, loosening my tie slightly. Our CFO cleared his throat, his usual composed demeanor cracking under pressure. "Futures are indicating we'll open
MadisonI blinked, trying to process his words through my post-orgasmic haze. "What? Financial fraud?" "We don't have time for explanations," Alexander said, tossing his shirt over his head. His muscles flexed as he buttoned it with practiced efficiency. "Get dressed. Now." The urgency in his voice snapped me into action. I scrambled off the bed and headed to the closet, where some of my clothes hung alongside his designer suits. I quickly selected a charcoal pencil skirt and cream blouse, which were professional enough for whatever crisis awaited us. "Faster," he barked, already fully dressed and checking his phone again. His jaw clenched tighter with each swipe of his thumb. I hurried into the bathroom to fix my appearance, wincing at my reflection. My hair was a tangled mess, my lips swollen, and faint red marks dotted my neck where Alexander had gotten carried away. I quickly applied concealer to the most visible marks and pulled my hair into a tight bun. When I emerge
MadisonAlexander reached into his discarded pants and pulled out a condom. He tore the wrapper with his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine as he rolled it over his impressive length. "Fuck, I can't wait to be inside you," he growled, positioning himself between my spread legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance, coating himself in my wetness. "You're dripping for me." "Please," I begged, beyond caring how desperate I sounded. "I need you inside me." "What do you need inside you?" he teased, continuing to slide his length along my folds without entering me. "Be specific, Madison." I swallowed hard, forcing myself to say the words he wanted to hear. "I need your cock inside me, Mr. Knight. Please fuck me." His eyes darkened at my words. "Good girl." Without further warning, he slammed into me, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. The sudden fullness made me cry out, my back arching off the marble counter. "Fuck," he hissed, gripping my hips hard en
MadisonHe withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. "Turn around." I did as he ordered, my ass stinging pleasantly where he'd spanked me. He looked me over, his eyes lingering on the diamond necklace at my throat, then lower to my breasts and between my legs. "On your knees," he commanded. I sank down, the plush carpet cushioning my knees. He stood over me, still in his boxer briefs, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric. "Take it out," he said. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, already leaking at the tip. My mouth watered at the sight. "Open," he said, his hand tangling in my hair. I parted my lips, and he guided himself into my mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating. I took him as deep as I could, relaxing my throat to accommodate his size. "Fuck," he groaned, his grip tightening in my hair. "Your mouth feels amazing." I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, usi
MadisonAs we stepped into the penthouse, the silence wrapped around us like a blanket. The lights of Manhattan twinkled beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a backdrop that belonged in a movie, not my real life. Alexander locked the door behind us with a definitive click that sent a shiver down my spine. I stood in the vast living room, still clutching the boutique bag with the diamond necklace. Its weight seemed to grow heavier as Alexander's eyes remained fixed on me. "Take it out," he commanded, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the nearest chair. I carefully removed the velvet box from the bag, holding it in my palm as if it might bite me. The diamonds inside were worth more than my entire year's salary, likely several years' worth. "Put it on," Alexander said, loosening his tie completely and pulling it free from his collar with a soft hiss of fabric. I opened the box, staring at the necklace. "Right now?" "Yes, right now. I want to see it on you." I
MadisonAs she sashayed away, I couldn't help myself. "'I'll be in touch,'" I mimicked under my breath, pitching my voice higher. "'We should catch up properly. I'll text you.'" I rolled my eyes. Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Jealousy looks good on you, Ms. Harper." "I'm not jealous," I replied automatically, heat rising to my cheeks. He chuckled, then held out the small boutique bag to me. "For you." I took it hesitantly, feeling the weight of the box inside. "The necklace?" "What were you two discussing?" he asked instead of answering, his eyes scanning my face. I sighed, clutching the bag tighter. "Your friend or ex-girlfriend or whatever she is took my number. She wants me to update her on your whereabouts so she can 'accidentally' run into you. Like I'm supposed to be her personal Alexander-tracking device." "Caroline does this with all my personal assistants. She's harmless." "Harmless?" I repeated incredulously. "She practically threatened me." "She's dramatic," he sai
MadisonI felt a small, petty surge of satisfaction watching her forced to engage in small talk when she clearly wanted to be elsewhere, specifically with Alexander. Alexander seemed oblivious to her predicament, his attention still focused on the diamond necklace and, more disturbingly, on my neck. I resisted the urge to cover my throat with my hand. "Shall we look at the other items?" I suggested, desperate to move away before she managed to extricate herself from the silver-haired man. "No need," Alexander replied, his eyes still on the necklace. "I've found what interests me." I glanced back at the mystery woman, who was now nodding politely at whatever the older gentleman was saying while her eyes repeatedly darted in our direction. The tension in her shoulders was visible even from across the room. "Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, startling me. "The silent auction is now closed. Please make your way to the payment area if you've bee
Madison"Something on your mind, Ms. Harper?" Alexander's voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up to find him studying me, his expression unreadable. "No, Mr. Knight." "Liar," he said softly. "You've been fidgeting for the past ten minutes." "I wasn't aware my comfort level was of interest to you in public settings," I replied, surprising myself with my boldness. A flicker of amusement crossed his face. "Everything about you interests me, Ms. Harper. Even your discomfort." "How kind," I muttered. Alexander's eyes narrowed slightly, his lips curving into that infuriating half-smile that meant he was enjoying my discomfort. "You want to know who she is." It wasn't a question. I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze directly. "No, I don't." "Really?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing me. "I was about to tell you, but if you're not interested..." He shrugged one shoulder, the movement elegant beneath his perfectly tailored tuxedo. "Then I don't need to explain." I bit th