Lust and Desire

Alexander

I had all the money I needed in the world and all the women around me were dying to be in my bed, but here I was being helpless about one woman as I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling.

My mind was clouded with Celia Weaver, the little innocent girl who captured my heart the very moment she walked through the doors of my studies.  Her raven black hair fell over her shoulders in messy waves, framing an oval face with delicate features. Her skin was creamy, almost translucent. It made me want to leave my mark all over her.

She was different. Nothing like any woman I’ve seen before. Usually, they trembled in my presence with fear. You needed to be extremely bold to stand before me and utter a word, but this one, the little girl whose ice-blue eyes almost froze me to death, was a rebel.

I could still picture the image of her whining her waist like a pro on the stage that night, and how the men there looked at her delicate soft curves with lust and desire. I had felt like ripping out their eyes from their head.

 She was mine and mine alone!

The way her tight dress is soaked through and plastered to her body like a second skin under the rain. I was a  filthy bastard because my first instinct was to rip them off of her and lick every drop of water off her skin.

The woman was messing with my head, my heart, and most definitely my cock. My cock turned rock-solid the second I thought about her.  I haven’t been with anyone since becoming the head of the Hamilton family six years ago.

Women were a distraction and couldn’t be trusted. I’ve seen enemies and allies seduced by thieving, conniving, selfish women who ended up destroying them.

So why the fuck do I trust Celia enough to give her a room in the main mansion instead of the lounge built especially for my girls?

Then again, it’s not like I keep detailed records or a thumb drive or anything that could be used as evidence for blackmail out in the open. I had a safe tucked away in a hidden panel in the wall that required my thumbprint as well as an 8-digit code to open.

I got out of bed and made my way to the main hall for a shot of tequila. Something to distract me from my sinful thoughts. I hadn’t rested all day and I wouldn’t be able to effectively go to my meetings the next day if I didn’t get some sleep.  

I was almost halfway down the steps when I caught her scent. Breathing in her floral scent, I was moved to go and check if she was okay.  I made my way back up and walked a few steps down the hall to where the guest room was.

As I stood there contemplating if I should knock or go back downstairs, the door suddenly pulled open to Celia who was in a white fluffy towel, water from her hair dropping on her skin. From the look of things, she was just coming out of the shower.

Celia stared at me in shock for a brief moment. “Alexander, what are you doing here?”

Jesus, hearing my name on her lips awakened something deep in my chest. It’s like a part of me was throbbing and blooming to life, and not just my cock. I’m not sure what it was, but it came with a fierce wave of possessiveness.

“I came to see if you are comfortable or if you’ll want the room changed.” That sounded stupid, but it was the only lie I could come up with as to why I was standing in front of my slave's door at that time of the night.

“None of your business,” she retorted but moved aside for me to come in.

I walked into the room and she slowly closed the door.

“What do you want?” she asked again, her arms crossed, giving me a sassy glare.

I looked at the captivating creature, taking in her full form.  Her full, pink lips twitched up on one side, showing me a bit of her feisty personality. I also took note of her erratic breathing and the pulse-pounding on the side of her neck. She was nervous. Fuck if that didn’t turn my dick into a hard rock.

“You are one of my merchants, you don’t question me.” I countered.

“Just how much was I worth?” I saw her frustration, her raw vulnerability, and even her fear at that moment. She was broken, and helpless.

“two hundred thousand. Your father owes me that much.”

She fought back the tears walling up in her eyes.

I slowly reached out to stroke her cheek, gently swiping out the drop of tears on her face. She looked beautiful and I hated that she was in pain. A pain I partially contributed to.

“I will pay you everything.”  She said, softly. “I just need some time”.  Celia tucked some of her wet hair behind her ear and lowered her gaze to the ground almost like she was embarrassed.

There was a deep sadness in her impossible beautiful eyes and I was moved to cup her face. I tipped her head up to meet my eyes. “You have all the time,” I assured her.  

I kissed her temple and she shuddered as my lips touched her skin. I could feel her in battle with her emotions. I knew she hated me, but she didn’t try to stop me. It was as if she found some hope like she could trust me to protect her.

I kissed her cheek tenderly, kissing the drop of tears that fell out of her eyes.  Then I kissed her nose and finally, I tasted her upper lip.

“tell me you don’t want this, and I will stop.”  I breathed against her lips.

She didn’t move, not even to breathe, as I kissed her again. “Do you trust me, Celia?"

She gave a slight nod, and that unleashed the beast caged inside of me, I captured her lips into a more fierce kiss, probing her lips with my tongue. I was about to pull back, but her soft plump lips closed around my tongue and sucked it inside her mouth.

I couldn’t help the groan that escaped me. When her mouth slipped away, I chased it with my own and pushed my tongue inside, taking what I wanted without any thought of the consequences.

Celia’s mouth was sweet, and her body was fucking sinful.

Looking into her eyes as if searching for an answer, I gently loosened the towel around her chest and it fell to the ground. I took in her naked form as her full gorgeous breasts came into display.

when my eyes found her's again, I could see the longing in her eyes and I could feel exactly how much she wanted me.

I traced my index finger along her naked form. I started at her head, pausing to cup her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze that made her gasp.

“Christ,” I muttered before falling to my knees and spreading her thighs. Her arousal was dripping down her thighs.

Inhaling her sweet scent, I closed my eyes and flattened my tongue, licking up every drop of her arousal. I growled into her tight, juicy cunt, scraping my teeth against her clit and making her thrust her hips and cry out.

"Wonderful," I muttered as she let out a loud moan.

I moved to suck on her folds, exploring every inch of her. Her breath hitched as she tensed and twisted in my grip. Her pussy pulsed and gave me more of her cream to savor. 

Her legs trembled and her head fell back as she bit her lower lip, gripping tighter on my hands. 

Spearing my tongue into Celia’s arousal caused her juices to drip down my tongue, coating my face even more with every thrust I made inside her.

She was so wet it made me want to grab my cock and jerk off until I came. Her eyes never left me, and as I dipped my tongue deeper, she parted her lips and whimpered in a way that made me want to make her scream.

My vow to never get down with any of my girls be damned. Celia was now my very own personal sin.