Holy Hell! Today I should be going back to my night job. Hearing the ‘great’ surprise from my boss’s mouth. Instead I have chosen to endanger the lives of my family and anyone associated with me. Including Alex. What a selfish person I am. But I pray Sokolov will see reason when I talk to him upon my return. I must message him at some point so I pray he doesn’t touch my family, indicating I am ill with a contagious virus or something believable, stalling him for a few days if possible. I have to believe this time will be different or I am committing my brother and mother to a new kind of hell.
So, descending into Las Vegas, on a private jet, owned by a man who is determined to make my dreams come true, is positively crazy and spine tingling.
Approximately fifteen hours of continually pinching myself leaves a large red mark on my arm and an assurance this is totally real. Holding my hand for a significant part of the journey, we talk some more, delving into more personal conversations. Our dreams, our favorite things, or reflections, our friends and our pasts… I refrain from telling him everything, but Alex seems fine with this for now and I don’t want to dampen the mood. We watch movies, we sleep, and I am woken by the most amazing man to walk this earth. I’ll never get enough of him.
Pressure on my thighs makes my eyes flutter. My casual cotton dress is pushed up gently to my tummy. Soft, gentle fingers move my lace panties to the side. Heat sears through my core with one flick of his tongue. I don’t open my eyes, choosing to absorb everything Alex is offering me.
Finding his thick hair with my hands, I run my fingers through to his scalp.
“Oh… You’re awake, Sweetness. I was hungry,” he rasps.
My eyes blink open long enough to see his blonde hair bobbing up and down shooting pleasure into every fiber of my being.
“Hmmm… I love your tongue.” I close my eyes again.
“You’re so wet, Sweetness. So sweet. So giving. Your pussy can’t get enough of me. So greedy.” Sealing his mouth over my jewel, he bites it as he thrusts two fingers inside me hard. Plunging in and out hard and fast, his lips and tongue lap my juices.
“Alex…I don’t know how much more I can take.” Melting into the seat, my hands grab the armrests of the plane seat, helping me to raise my hips to meet Alex’s rhythm.
Startling me, his fingers leave my slippery channel, ripping my panties off, grabbing my ankles so my legs are over his sturdy shoulders.
“You need to be wider. Your pussy is breathtaking, Isla.” Three fingers enter this time and I’m hanging on for dear life as he increases the tempo.
“Fuck, you taste incredible, your scent drives me wild,” he grates out as a spasmodic shudder fires through me completely.
“Alex… Oh… Fuck. I’m coming for you, Alex.” I shout at the top of my lungs forgetting where I am.
His fingers leave me too early. I need more.
“More Alex. I need more.”
Moving from under me, he places my feet up on the seat. I’m exposed completely.
“Don’t move your feet,” he commands. “Your cunt is so perfect.” I swear I see red flames bursting in his eyes. Hearing his ragged breathing and the unbuckling of his belt, I smile when his undies are taken down. His cock is so hard and thick.
“You drive me to this, Isla.” He grabs my hips so I am on the edge of the seat, my legs wrap around his waist as he slams hard and fast into my dripping channel, lifting me effortlessly at the same time. He rams me into the wall at the back of the cabin. Thank Christ this is a private plane.
His strong arms grip my ass as he grinds his hips into me, rough and out of control. My arms are around his neck and I begin to claw at his back as he ramps up the speed and depth of his steel thrusts. My insides can’t take much more. They’re clenching with a mind of their own.
“I’m falling, Alex…Too much… It’s too much.” I desperately say as my hands latch tighter behind his neck. My head falls to his shoulders where his citrus smell envelops me and I can’t stop myself biting him. His shirt probably not thick enough to stop a mark from appearing on his flawless skin.
As my teeth hit, my back hits the wall hard and he empties his cum into me.
My ass hits the wall again and again, he shows no mercy as he flies higher and higher. A moan rips from his soul.
“Isla.” The rawness in his voice shreds me. Laying my head on his shoulder, his body calms and his head falls on to mine. His arms holding me in place still.
Shaking my head, I can’t bring this perfect man into my crappy world.
“Alex, you don’t know the whole truth…”
“Sshh… I’ve got you, Isla. I’ll always have you and us.” Heaving against my hair, the breath from his words infiltrates me. My arms hold him tighter. I won’t ever let him go. He’s mine and I’ll fight to keep him.
Moving my head so his leans back, the sincerity in his eyes overwhelms me. I kiss him gently.
“Don’t let me go, Alex.” I beg quietly.
“Never, Sweetness.” He kisses me as gently as I kissed him.
A scratchy sound interrupts our declaration. “We are getting ready to land Mr. Raven. Please fasten your belts.”
Laughing, reality of the situation sets in. I’m on a jet, wrapped in strong arms, making love to the most amazing guy I have ever seen. Alex walks us back to our seats. His come leaking down my legs. He reaches for the tissues and cleans me up before I sit down, rearranging my dress. Cleaning himself up, he finds his pants and his undies. I quickly yank his undies from his grasp.
Cheekily grinning at him, I taunt him, “If I’m not wearing any, you’re not wearing any.”
Laughing at my statement, he pulls up his pants. “You’re a naughty vixen, my Sweetness. But I’ll play along. Anything to know your pretty pussy is bare for me when I’m ready for it.” Is he joking? The no nonsense look would tell me he most certainly is not.
“Ohhhh… ” I flush red. Beaten by the master at this game.
Speaking softly, “Alex, are we moving too fast? Six. Days. I’m scared that I’m going to wake from this fantasy and you won’t exist.”
“This is our fantasy, together. It is happening, Isla. Fuck, I’m freaking out too.” His hands cup my chin so I can’t look anywhere but straight at his piercing eyes. “Six days and I already know without a shadow of a doubt that I can’t live without you. I can’t have you hurt. There is only one option, Isla, and that’s you and me, with each other. We are an ‘us’ now.” Kissing my nose, he moves back. “You can’t get rid of me.”
“That will never happen.” Sighing, I smile, lighting up like a Christmas tree. A heavy weight lifts from my shoulders. I now have Alex to protect me. But I don’t know if he is a match for Dimitri Sokolov?
I lay my head across his shoulder, staring out the window, looking at the increasingly larger land expanse headed our way.
Smiling, he holds my hand firmer and looks at the scenery with me.
“There will be a car to take me to my office when we arrive. Thomas is on board up with the pilot and he will take you to our room at Caesars Palace once I leave. Unfortunately, business will be some hours, but you can investigate the world of Las Vegas today and then again with me tonight. Everything you need will be in our room, including a credit card. It’s there for you to use. Spoil yourself. On the tables, the roulette wheel, shopping, or a private spa.”
The plane hits the ground, jerking me forward in my seat. Alex’s hand grips tighter around my fingers. He leans over, kissing me as the airplane slows and taxis to our embarkment space, stopping outside a large hangar where the landing steps are unlocked by the stewardess before she disappears again.
Standing and stretching my legs, ready to depart, before I can move more, Alex grabs both of my hands, facing my body towards his, eyes penetrating through me.
“Enjoy your time, Isla. Relax and explore, and know I will be back at 5 PM to take you to a beautiful dinner and a show of your choice. Tell Thomas which you prefer and I will take care of it. Trust me, this is the start of a new beginning for you and for both of us, together.”
Pulling me closer, he ends his request with a heavenly kiss, filled with promise and love.
“Your ride is here, sir,” floats through the air, landing on our ears.
Stepping away, he leaves me standing there, speechless.
The town car is here to take me to the airport. It’s time I fly back to Australia to finally take what belongs to me. I’m getting too old to be waiting any longer. The time’s right.
My phone rings as the car drives through Las Vegas Boulevard.
“Talk, Hadley.”
“Sir, there’s a problem. We have been tailing her as requested. She’s boarded a private jet with a man. Our men say the plane is going to Las Vegas. I thought you would want to be informed.”
Fuck! I thought I had made myself crystal clear about the consequences of betraying me. Watching and commanding her for the past six years—ensuring me that she is going to be the one. Her innocence and inner strength drew me to her from day one. Grooming her and using her in business is worth more to me than money. She keeps the elite customers coming back for more, keeps me wanting more.
She is a woman who despises me, yet she is going to be the one. It’s time for her to find out her real destiny.
“Find out who this guy is and where they are staying. I need every detail. Now!” Shouting down the phone fails to relieve any of the tension creeping through me. How dare she betray me? Ending the call, I yell, “Take me back to my hotel.”
It’s time to remind her who she belongs to.
Dictated by another, for the later years of my life, losing count the number of times I thought of disappearing off the face of the planet. Relocating, changing who I am, re-branding myself. Fighting back constant urges to run into the ocean and swim as far as I can, authorizing the waves to take me into their embrace forever. There’s been failed plans and then exhaustion, each day following filled with caution and dread, thanking my lucky stars at least the day time is in my control, for now, accomplishing all I can, savoring normality in those moments with my true friends.
My freedom for the foreseeable future is supposed to end today. Although, my thoughts are consumed with celebration for a beginning of something wonderful with Alex.
A good new beginning.
Filling in my day walking The Strip, committing to memory the sounds and sights of the most extravagant and obscenely large buildings, makes me believe anything is possible. Las Vegas, my first international trip, is mind-blowing in every sense. The hotels, the fountains, the people, the lights, the traffic, the shopping, the casinos, numerous shows are something you can’t explain. Everything’s so grand. So opulent, much like The Raven Resort and Casino. I understand why Alex would want one of his resorts here.
I spent over two hours looking through and taking photos at The Bellagio because of its magnificent structure, furnishings, and fountain show then proceed to the next architectural delight, managing to look at what shows are on along the way. I can’t choose one.
Hours and hours later, I’m feeling overwhelmed with everything and jet lagged. My room sounds like a good place for me to rest and then get ready for my night’s rendezvous, but not before I snap a selfie outside The Eiffel Tower, sending it to Jules and Kameron, with a note attached,
Wish you both were here with us.
Love and Kisses
Isla x
Deciding to shower as soon I reach inside our penthouse suite, is a decision made consciously. Because if I stop and lay on the luxurious beige and gold trimmed bed spread, perfectly laid on the enormous dark wood bed frame, not a crinkle anywhere in sight, I would be asleep faster than I could blink.
Instead, lying in the white and metallic marble spa bath, with a glass of chilled bubbly wine, relaxes me enough to think about the choice of shows and which one I would like to watch. I’ve always admired the performers of the Circus du Soleil and David Copperfield or would Alex like a concert better?
Sipping my champagne and soaking is an easier decision for me at the moment.
A knock at the door, twenty minutes later, startles me. My eyes feel heavy and I find it difficult to climb out of the enormous tub. Pulling on the complimentary pure white, fluffy robe, I pat myself dry and go in search of the main door. The wide corridor is lined with the most beautiful cream wallpaper I have ever seen. It’s like satin and silk as I run my fingers along it, walking to the door.
Opening the door, the man behind it holds a large rectangular shaped box.
“Isla Winters, this is for you,” he says and smiles before taking a step back near the lifts.
Smiling as wide as I can, I say, “Thank you very much,” and take the box from the dark suit cladded gentleman, closing the door after me.
Frantically running and squealing with the large white carton back to the lounge area, I place it down on the warm toned wood dining table, before ripping, inelegantly, the huge lilac bow from the box.
Reaching in, I unwrap the layers of tissue paper, unveiling deep purple soft material, embellished with the same colored sequins and sparkles. Pulling it out, the sheer material floats down. I am holding an exquisite cocktail gown, with small spaghetti straps, round scoop neck line with a row of purple beads circling the end of the delicate fabric. There are more sequins and diamantes expertly placed, down from the neckline. Looking like a waterfall, they cascade down the front and sides of the garment. The fading sun catches the brilliance as I twirl it around like a teenager when I place it in front of me. It’s so gorgeous.
Alex sure makes me feel extra special.
Reluctant to put the frock down, I decide I must. I need to be ready in thirty minutes for hopefully one of the best nights of my life.