Chapter 3

Elizabeth

Nancy banged around in the kitchen. She was a decent cook, but god was she untidy and noisy. I walked into the kitchen in my tattered nightshirt to see what Nancy was cooking.

“What are you making now?” I asked as I leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Bacon and eggs. Sound good?” she said as she cracked the eggs into the pan.

“Sure. Sounds good to me. So, what you are you doing today?” I asked.

“I have to run to one of my summer jobs. I’m filling in for someone who is absent,” Nancy said. “So what do you have planned for your day?”

“Not sure yet. I might just hang around here until later and see what comes up.” I munched on a piece of fried bacon fresh from the pan. “You know, Nance, you are a pretty decent cook when you want to be, but you’re a messy girl at the best of times,” I said with a laugh.

“Well, at least I don’t have to do the dishes this morning. It’s your turn!” She grabbed her jacket and headed toward the door.

“Catch ya later. If I go out, I’ll leave a note for you,” I said as the door closed behind Nancy.

I looked at the dishes and thought I should do them. I supposed it was only fair, even though if it was up to me, I would just leave them until later.

When I finished the dishes and moved back into the lounge, I huffed and puffed as I walked around the apartment thinking of what to do. I had a thought of Russell before I had broken up with him and imagined what it would be like to be with a real man. One of those alpha males everyone talked about. Someone who could actually control me, make me bow to his commands like in that movie. Um, I can never remember the name.

The more I thought about it, the hotter I became. I pictured a hunk of a guy with huge arms and a rock-hard stomach. Nancy had gone out, and I was feeling horny. Just to be on the safe side, I locked the door before going to the couch. I plumped up the cushions and slipped off my nightshirt, dropping it on the floor. I closed my eyes and let my mind run wild with the thoughts of really being dominated.

In my mind, the guy walked toward me and ripped open my blouse. My bare breasts bounced softly as he scooped me into his arms and carried me toward the bed.

“Strip for me,” he said as I kneeled before him. I slipped my blouse off my shoulders and caressed my breasts. “Stop. Don’t touch yourself.”

“Okay,” I replied as I opened the zipper on my shorts and slid them down my legs. My pink panties were tight against my body, which highlighted the crease of my mound.

“Take it all off,” the alpha ordered.

I did as I was told and slowly slipped off my panties, my athletic, nubile body ready for his taking. I wanted to feel his touch, but he had total control of me.

I lay on the couch and caressed my breasts as I thought of my fantasy. My nipples became hard as I pinched them between my fingers and thumbs. Then a slight pain shot through my nipples, but I got turned on by it and felt something stirring deep inside my pussy. I lowered one hand over my stomach and stroked my belly, the faint smell of my pussy starting to fill the air. I could smell my arousal that had started to flow as I slowly parted my pussy lips.

The alpha stood before me and slowly unzipped his pants. He slid them over his waist. His huge cock stood straight and proud in front of me. His eyes were filled with wicked-hot lust.

“Suck it,” he said.” But no hands. Just your hot little mouth.”

I moved my mouth close to his cock and started to run my tongue up his shaft. The warmth in his cock grew as he started to become aroused. Then his cock grew larger and longer as my tongue teased his manhood.

My pussy was wet as I slid my middle finger inside myself. The couch was rough on my back as I squirmed deeper into it. I slid my finger in as far as I could. So wet and hot. Oh, god!

The alpha had become fully erect, and I flicked the tip of my tongue against the head of his hard cock and opened my mouth. I placed my teeth under the head of his cock and closed them slightly. Sensually, I tugged the head of his cock with my teeth before I slid my mouth over his throbbing shaft.

I wriggled in ecstasy on the couch, and my pussy throbbed at the thought of the alpha and his cock deep inside me. I took my other hand and started to rub my clitoris. The heat in my pussy started to spread, and as it entered my stomach, I raised my hips and slapped my pussy.

The alpha grabbed my head and slowly pressed himself into my mouth as I sucked on his huge cock. I gasped for air as my mouth filled up with his thick dick. He held my head tight, controlling me.

The alpha rolled me onto my back and rubbed his cock against my wet pussy as he parted my lips and slid it inside me. Then he raised my arms over my head and pinned my wrists to the bed. He slowly thrust his cock deep inside me as I let out a moan.

I slid a second finger inside me and moved my hand faster and harder, the palm of my hand hitting my clitoris with each frantic stroke. The heat inside me started to rise, and I was close to finishing.

The alpha quickened his stroke. He pumped my pussy faster and faster, my hands tightly held as his cock rammed deep inside me. The sensation in my mind was so good, and my body wriggled as I tried to free my arms and interact with his fucking.

I was so aroused that I slammed my fingers deep into my pussy. I felt myself coming, so I arched my back as the arousal of my pussy flowed out. At the same time, my body released a flood of heat that shot throughout me.

My wrists were still being held tight as the alpha rammed his cock deep inside me. I felt his body tense as it was about to release his male prowess inside. I wanted to feel his cum shoot inside me. The alpha pulled his cock out just as I was about to come. He shot his warm cum over my belly and tits, leaving me wanting more of him.

In my imagination, I had reached the point of coming, but he controlled me, and he wouldn’t allow it. My body relaxed, as I felt I had truly been controlled. I lay on the couch and bathed in the beauty of my orgasm as I pictured the alpha, a prime specimen of a man. He was perfect in every physical way and strong enough to control my feelings. I sighed as I realized this was a daydream. He was just an image in my mind; this sort of man didn’t really exist.

I showered and got dressed, and then my phone rang.

“Hey, Lizzy.” My brother’s voice filled up the line.

“Hi, Chip. How are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m good. I’m just calling to see if you want to walk on the beach and have a chat,” Chip said.

“Sure. Why not? I haven’t got much planned for the day,” I replied. “What time? Say 2 p.m. after the lunch rush has finished? I’ll meet you at the ice cream parlor if that works.”

“Yep. See you in a little while,” Chip said.

When I arrived, Chip was waiting. We headed toward the beach and decided to walk over to the point.

“What have you got on your mind?” I shoved my hands in my sweatshirt pockets.

“It’s Dad. I thought about what we said the other night. I think he needs to get out before he crashes and burns,” Chip said with a concerned look.

“You sure he’s not past that?” I replied.

“I think he’s at rock bottom, but I’m not sure how far before there is no return,” he said as he kicked an empty can buried in the sand.

“Well, only he can get himself out of it,” I said, wishing to take the discussion elsewhere.

“I’m not sure. Maybe he should consider dating. That would certainly take his mind off things a bit.”

“What woman would look at him? I sure as hell don’t know any woman who would,” I said. I clambered up onto the rocks.

“You know he’s just going through a rough patch. Maybe he needs someone to care for?” Chip sat on a piece of driftwood.

“I know for a fact he doesn’t care about me, so I’m going to return the favor and not give a fuck about him,” I said as I jumped back onto the sand.

“So, you have any more thoughts about getting a summer job?” Chip asked, changing the subject.

“Nah. It’s not for me. I’m a free spirit!” I shouted in a loud roar toward the ocean.

“You could come and work for me in the office. I could actually do with some help filing all the patient files until I get settled in.” Chip smiled as he drew in the sand.

“It’s okay. Thanks for the offer, but I’m gonna make the most of these three months. It might be the last chance I get,” I said. Then I kicked sand over Chip’s drawing.

We walked and slowly headed back toward where we started. When we were almost there, my phone rang.

“Hang on a minute,” I said as I took my cell from my pocket. “It’s Dad,” I said.

“Answer it and see what he wants.”

“Hi, Elizabeth. It's Dad. I need you for the weekend,” my father said.

“I’m busy this weekend,” I replied, pissed at him. “What did you want me for anyway?”

“My boss needs some assistance on a trip he’s taking to his private island this weekend. It’s just some minor secretary stuff he needs doing,” Dad said.

“I told you I’m busy. No can do. Sorry,” I added as I walked across the sand.

“I’m desperate. I’ll make it worth your while,” he said in a trembling voice.

I sat in the sand while Dad explained the whole scenario to me. Somehow, he sounded suspicious, and I wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not. Mostly because he hardly ever phoned and now he was asking for my help for some guy I didn’t know. His voice gave it away, and I wasn’t sure if it was the drink or his nerves that were getting the better of him, but if I did decide to go, it had to be worth my while.

“How so? What can sway my mind?”

“Well, you know the Drophead Jaguar you wanted? I can get that for you when you get back.” He sounded nervous.

“Why such a big thing just for a weekend?” I asked. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“Not at all. He’s desperate, and he doesn’t want to take anyone from work. I mean, he doesn’t trust them,” Dad said with a croak in his voice. “He just needs a really big favor, and I said I was able to help him out.”

“So what does this guy look like? I wouldn’t want to go with some old, nasty guy. I do have standards you know,” I said to him, being cheeky as usual.

“I’ll send you a picture in a minute. Then you can see he’s just a normal guy,” Dad said. “So are you going to do it so I can confirm with him everything is okay?”

Chip had been nagging me for a while. Most of the time I was on the phone with Dad, I was trying to ascertain what we were talking about. Geez, he was pissing me off. I had Dad in one ear and Chip in the other, asking why we were talking about Jaguars and guys. Hmm, was something shady going on? He is willing to buy me a Jaguar!

I placed my hand over the phone and looked at Chip. “For fuck’s sake, Chip, can you butt out for a bit? You’re getting on my nerves.”

“Come on, Lizzy, it sounds a bit iffy to me. It doesn’t sound right. I don’t like it,” Chip said.

“Just shut your mouth for ten minutes, will ya!” I said angrily, holding the mouthpiece to cover it.

By the time I turned back to my phone, Dad had sent a picture of his boss. I opened the file, and there he was. I looked at the picture for a while before I considered my next remark. This guy was hot as hell. Wow, he was double my age, but he was a real stunner. He had nice and deep dark brown eyes and black hair. He had a tan and a perfect smile.

“Dad, I got the picture. How old is he?” I asked. Chip was trying to listen in.

“He’s just over forty I think, so nowhere near as old as me.” He had a slightly relieved tone in his voice.

“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll do it for the weekend on two conditions,” I said.

His silence when I mentioned the two conditions said he wasn’t happy. In fact, he was really pissed and had probably wished he had never asked me to do it.

“The first condition is the Drophead Jaguar, as promised, in midnight blue,” I demanded as I smiled to myself.

“What is the second condition, Elizabeth? What more do you want?” he asked in a nervous tone.

“Ten grand as spending money before I go,” I said. “Then I’ll do it.”

“Good God, Elizabeth, you would bleed me dry if you had half the chance,” Dad spat over the phone.

“Well, you need me more than I need you. Deal or no deal?” I asked as I smiled to myself.

I could hear it in his voice. He wanted to say “screw you,” but for whatever reason, he wasn’t in a position to say it now. I had my Dad over a barrel, and I was going to screw him.

“Okay, Elizabeth. It’s a deal,” Dad said before he hung up the phone. I could tell he was pissed. So what? Fuck him too.

“So, what was all that about, Lizzy? What are you doing for Dad? And what was that talk of an older man?” Chip asked. “If it’s suspicious, you shouldn’t go. It could be dangerous. You know Dad isn’t thinking straight.”

“Well, I have made a deal with Dad, and I’m going. There is nothing you can say to stop me,” I said.