The Millionaire Door Prize (Erotic Romance) (7 page)

Xander wrapped his arm around her
, holding her tight to him; he rolled over, taking her with him. She squealed in delight, but when she sat poised on him with his swollen member deep inside her, she closed her eyes and moaned.

“I want you to fuck me
,” he said. Alyssa began to grind her hips into his, and when she felt his dick delve even deeper, she froze in place, pressing her hips down on him as he pushed himself up into her. He watched her face contort, her mouth open in ragged gasps as she lost herself in a small, passionate world of sensations for the moment.

Being new to sex
, he wasn’t sure why she had stopped, but her face held a hint of what she was feeling. “Alyssa, why did you stop?”

She kept her eyes closed
, holding her hand up to him. “Because you’re hitting a spot so deep in me . . . Oh,” she groaned, gritting her teeth.

“I’m sorry
; am I hurting you.” He was about to move out from under her, but she put her hands on his chest.

“Don’t you dare fucking move!” she warned.
“If you make me lose this feeling, I will bitch slap you into next week. Just lay there, push your hips upward, and don’t move around. I’ll take care of the rest,” she directed, succumbing once more to the feelings building between them. She pushed herself down on him, yearning to capture that rush of intense vibrations in her core, feeling like they were about to explode in a million directions, commanding her body to do its bidding. Her moans grew into louder and louder cries of ecstasy.

Xander smil
ed up at her, holding her hips as leverage to force his cock deeper within her quivering pussy, making her come and loving watching her climax. Alyssa’s juices splattered all over him, soaking him and the bed. “Damn!” was all he could say. She smiled and lightly blushed. “My turn,” he said, but she put her hands on his chest, denying him.

“I’m not done
, baby, not by a long shot,” she dared to say and was again working her hips against his. He loved that she was vocal, crying out, screaming a few times, shouting she was coming and fucking him harder. She gushed on him twice more before he rolled her back over.

“Now it
’s my turn, sweet thang,” he said, kissing her neck, nibbling at her sensitive flesh and down to her hard nipples. He sucked and nipped at them, making her moan and cry out at his passionate loving. Xander leaned over Alyssa, watching her. Then he smiled and guided himself forward; entering her, he watched her eyes roll back in her head, and she gasped. She reached for him, smiling as he moved in and out of her unhurriedly, knowing she was just as hungry to climax, wiggling under him, snaking her hands around to his back, and grasping his ass ,pulling him toward her with driving force. It was tortuous for him, but he liked that he could make her so hot even with three other men just outside the bedroom door.

“Oh, Xander
, please, please, baby, fuck me harder; make me come,” she begged. She raised her hands above her head. “Hold my hands down.”

Xander stared questioningly down at her
.

“It makes it a bit more exciting
,” she said.

Xander did as she bid him
, grabbing her wrists, keeping them pressed into the pillow, and he began to fuck her again, wondering about holding her down. It was a bit odd to him, but yes he was feeling a certain something as she tried to resist, attempting to escape his clutches.

“Oh, fuck yeah
, oh-h-h-h,” she panted as Xander began thrusting into her, slamming her hard, making her beg for more. This thrill of the moment had Xander so turned on, he felt his urges intensify. He could feel his come building within him and he plunged harder and deeper with each second, prompting her to scream for more. He released her hands, but she immediately grabbed his wrists, silently telling him it was okay.

“Hold me down
,” she ordered. A fire was building behind her eyes. He grabbed her wrists again, still fucking her hard, and again making her scream in sweet ecstasy at the wondrous torture. Together they came in such breathtaking splendor.

“Oh
. . . I have created a wonderful . . . fucking monster,” she said with a giggle.

“How so?”

“I fucked you and now you can’t get enough of it—that I like,” she said, snuggling against him. Xander kissed her head and held her to him as they lay on her bed, recouping their strength. “It’s not a bad thing; not in the least,” she stated, looking up at him.

“Just like the power thing?” he asked.

“Yes. Just because you . . . restrain me in no way means that you are overpowering me. You’re just . . . enhancing it,” she finished. He nodded in understanding.

“And you like that?”

“Sometimes, but I prefer to touch you, to feel your body and how your muscles move under my touch. It just makes me excited.” She curled closer in his arms. They rested for a while longer. Then he directed her to gather what else she needed. He much preferred to be at the hotel where, sadly, he had lived most of his life.

A Q
uestion of the Future

When Xander opened the bedroom door, Mike was glaring at them. Xander smiled back and Alyssa definitely had that
just been fucked
looked. Her hair was a mess. She blushed when she saw it in the dresser mirror and nervously began to brush it smooth again.

“You can
. . . throw him out the window now,” Xander said. Alyssa gasped. Mike’s eyes grew wide in horror. He looked from Xander to the two men. They reached for Mike, grabbing him by his arms. He was screaming under the tape, trying to wiggle out of their grasp.

“Oh
, I meant the door,” Xander then said, chuckling to himself. “You can remove the tape.” The rip caused Mike to shriek in agony.
It could be worse,
Xander thought,
if he tried to push his jealous nonsense any further.

“You fucking raped her!” Mike went to charge him
, but was restrained. Alyssa ducked behind Xander, holding her hands at his waist and clinging to his suit jacket. Xander reached a hand behind to hold her, assuring her she was safe.

Xander laughed.
“Oh, on the contrary. She was the one who . . . pleasured me and had me hold her down. Now I must say, that was quite interesting. And what you heard was pleasure not rape, which you may be more familiar with. Please don’t mix the two up. What Alyssa and I have is nowhere near rape, so don’t even think you can intimidate me. I wouldn’t put it past you to have raped her, controlled her, and hurt her in ways that only pleased you. This is your only warning: stay away from Alyssa. Never talk to her again or you might feel that
raped
feeling returned a hundred fold.”

Mike tried to shake off the men
the humiliation was more than he dared deal with a moment longer.

“Do you live here
, or do you have your own apartment?” Xander asked.

Mike glared at him
, breathing heavy, fuming with hatred, but helpless to do anything about it. “I have my own.”

“Get the copy of the key to this apartment and throw him out
. . . the door I suppose will have to suffice,” Xander said, as if it was not as exciting of an idea. “Go back to your trollop, Courtney. It seems as if you two belong together.” Xander then took Alyssa’s hand. She snatched her purse off the coffee table and allowed herself to be escorted out of the apartment. She turned and looked at Mike, then smiled a smile that told him to go fuck himself. She was with a real man now!

* * *

In the limo Alyssa took hold of his hand. “Thank you for not hurting him.”

“No problem
, but he hurt you more than once. I’m sure of that,” he said, hating that she obviously still held some feelings for Mike.

“That’s true
, but hate is a breeding ground for more hate. Hurting him won’t change him or what he’s done.” Xander raised her hand, kissing it, and loving how she closed her eyes and her smile told silent tales of elation.

“And love and tenderness is a breeding ground for more love and tenderness?” he posed. Alyssa licked her lips and blushed. Xander smiled and rested her hand on his leg.

* * *

Xander gave her an entire drawer of his wide dresser. He took her dress and had it sent to be cleaned along with his tux. This night—oh, he knew what they would do this night and the ones following. She had indeed created a fucking monster, a good one with a growing hunger for her.

His phone rang.
“Damn, can’t you just leave me alone?” he muttered and clicked the button. “Hello? Now? You know there is no immediate hurry, right? It’s not as if the hotel will pull up its foundation and run away to hide somewhere.” He winked at Alyssa who was trying hard to suppress her laughter. “The party is in just a few hours. How about you swing by here and we take care of it then?” he asked. “Excellent, I will see you then.” He hung up the phone.

Xander went to her
; taking her hand, he kissed the back of it and escorted her to the bathroom. “I want to shower with you, and you, missy, will keep your wandering hands to yourself.” He shook his finger at her, warning her to behave. Although he ached to fuck her in the shower, it would have to wait because they had a party to attend.

* * *

Xander watched as she slipped into her panties, bra, and stockings. He kneeled before her with as much restraint as possible. Xander couldn’t resist stroking her legs, closing his eyes to feel the silky smoothness of her stockings. “Oh they feel so soft,” he whispered. “You have no idea how hard it is not to just take you right here, right now.”

“Oh, I believe I know
,” she managed to say, clinging to the bedpost to remain standing. Xander looked up at her, finding such restraint while she wore so little. There was a knock on the door. He groaned and got to his feet.

“I believe I am going to get my own doorman
, and never will another person knock on my door or enter unless I approve it.” He left her standing there . . . much against his best wishes.

Xander returned with their party attire.
He dressed himself, having to force his hard-on into his sleek, black, satin thong, even though Alyssa said she could assist him. He had other plans for later and his cock would just have to mind its manners. She giggled and put on her dress while his thoughts were again lost in her beauty, drowning. He zipped her up, then wrapped his arms around her and looked at the two of them in the mirror.

“You look so lovely tonight
,” he said.

She blushed and smiled.
“Thank you.”

Th
ere was a knock on the door. “Oh, for Pete’s sake!” he complained. Xander picked up her black scarf from the bed and tucked it into his inside pocket. She again wondered about his secrecy, smiling and thinning her eyes at him, determined to know what he was thinking. “Shhh,” he said again to her questioning stare and left the bedroom to answer the door. She followed him.

Xander opened the door
, allowing a man a woman to enter the room. Alyssa stood nervously to the side. Xander took her by the hand and had her sit in a chair to be more comfortable.

“Hello,” the man and woman said to her.
She smiled and nodded at them. Xander took his place on the sofa closest to Alyssa. The woman sat next to him, much to Alyssa’s shock, but she hid it in a tight-lipped glare at the floor. The woman handed him some papers, pointing at things here and there. She explained that it was the final document of transfer into his name, the company holdings, and the rest Alyssa tuned out. She felt uncomfortable watching the woman lean against Xander, touch his hand, and look at him as she spoke. Xander pulled the coffee table a bit closer and began to sign paper after paper.

“Thank you
, Miriam,” he said, standing and helping her toward the entrance.

“You
’re welcome, sir.”

“Xander
, please. We have known each other for nearly ten years, if not longer.”

“Xander,” she said
, smiling. “Happy birthday and congratulations.” She kissed his cheek and walked out the door.

The young man stepped forward
to shake Xander’s hand. “Congratulations, sir, and happy birthday.”

“Thank you
, Rufus, and I do hope to see you at the party,” he said, about to close the door until another much older, extremely thin gentleman with silver hair and dashing blue eyes appeared. Xander showed him in.

“Your beautiful creature is right here
,” Xander said, presenting Alyssa to the strange man. “How do you think she should be adorned?” The man laid a small box on the coffee table and straightened the lapel of his pin-striped, gray suit without saying a word in reply. When he opened the box, Alyssa felt out of place and woozy from all the people rushing in and out of the tiny room. All the people barking orders or pushing whatever at Xander had been overwhelming, and now the glittering magnificence before her caught her breath. She looked at Xander with sheer terror. He smiled and bowed his head to her.

The man removed the small
, dangling diamond earrings and moved to stand before her. Xander took her hand to have her stand. The man bejeweled her with the earrings and presented her with a tear-drop diamond necklace which sparkled like a disco ball drowned in lights. “Turn, please,” he said. She did and he fastened the necklace around her neck. Then he returned to the box for the bracelet. Alyssa raised her arm to the diligent older gentleman, who was so astute in his duties. She tried to still her trembling hand. Noting her unease, Xander grasped her hand with his, stroking it gently; they shared a glance and a smile.

“A vision of beauty
,” the man said.

“Yes
, she is. Thank you.” The man showed himself to the door, and Xander turned to Alyssa. “So, my dear, are you ready?” he asked, presenting his arm to her.

“I guess
,” she said, but her insides were a quivering mess of frazzled nerves. “Things are happening so fast, I can barely think.”

“There
’s nothing to be nervous about. Just stay at my side and keep me from being bombarded by crazed fools,” he joked, escorting her from the room. The hotel was bustling this special night, and they didn’t make it from one end of the room to the ballroom on the far side without everyone conveying their happiest birthday wishes upon Xander.

At the door he paused and they waited.
“Why are we just standing here?”

“Because
, my dear, we have to be introduced.” Just then the tapping of a microphone echoed through the ornate, wooden doors. She stared at him. He kissed her temple and then stroked his index finger along the contour of her face. She closed her eyes and sighed. “I love how you do that,” he said, catching himself, “and that I make you blush.”

When the doors opened
, Alyssa gasped and swallowed the lump in her throat. The ballroom was full of people . . . lots of people, all the men dressed in tuxedos and the women in elaborate gowns from mini to floor-length and all in a rainbow of colors. Xander escorted Alyssa to the dance floor. Taking her in his arms, he smiled.

“Relax and let me lead,” he told her
, and when the music began they started to dance. Soon other couples joined them. “It will be okay, Alyssa. You’re doing perfect, and you have natural rhythm.” Alyssa smiled and raised her chin. Her eyes met with Xander’s, and immediately she felt at ease, in heaven, and in love. She groaned when she miss-stepped once, but no one noticed.

When the music stopped
, everyone clapped and he escorted her to their table where four other people were sitting. Xander made the introductions, and Alyssa smiled and said hello to her fellow guests. Xander held her hand under the table, assuring her she had nothing to worry about. The next few hours were like a dream. She was adorned with priceless jewels, escorted by the sweetest man who was also the worthiest lover she ever has known, and she was meeting the elites of New York.

* * *

They dined, drank, and danced the night away. At the end, Xander stood before his birthday cake with her at his side and they all sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to him. He watched her the whole time, admiring how she blushed. He cut the cake, and the first piece he fed to her in a sensual way, watching her with love, a smile that sparked, and a twinkle in his eyes. It was like they were at their wedding, and the guests noted their moment of being lost in one another.

Xander couldn’t help himself as he leaned to kiss her
, licking the bit of icing from the corner of her mouth. Both their breathing escalated. There was quite a shock from the onlookers, but Xander only saw Alyssa as flashes from the cameras illuminated the room.

“One last dance
, love, then we disappear,” he said, leading her to the dance floor. “So, did you enjoy yourself?” he asked just before he dipped her. She laughed in a breathy way, smiling when he righted her. He noted her heaving chest, then raised an eyebrow. “Excited are you?”

“Maybe, a bit.”

When the dance ended, Xander escorted Alyssa from the ballroom and to the elevators. Once inside he pulled the scarf from his pocket. She looked at him as he smoothed the scarf and folded it a few times. She swallowed nervously, realizing now she would learn his secret. “Don’t be afraid. I have a surprise for you.” He raised the scarf up to cover her eyes. Her smile though her fearful expression spoke volumes. Alyssa’s hastened breathing resounded off the walls of the elevator. She reached for him after being plunged into darkness.