His mansion was quiet.  It would have been quiet enough to hear a pin drop.  But even from downstairs, the soft sound of bedsprings creaking could be heard.  But the further up the staircase, and around the corridors that led to the master bedroom, those soft sounds became louder and louder.  Until Kari screamed.

Alex’s hand was on her throat as they were knelt, naked and sweaty, in the middle of the bed.  Alex was knelt behind Kari, and his thick cock was deep inside of her from the back, and her ass was pushed against him.  He was pumping and pumping into her.  He was pumping fast, and then slowing down and rubbing her hips when the sensations were overrunning him, and then he was pumping her ass fast again.  He was plowing into her.  He had never wanted another human being’s sex the way he wanted Kari’s.

And Kari could feel every inch of his dick inside of her.  And whenever he squeezed her throat with one hand, and squeezed her breast with the other hand, she screamed out with a shout that even unbridled joy couldn’t contain.  Kari felt free with Alex.  And that liberty heightened her arousal.

Alex was aroused too.  He was going all out.  He was giving to Kari the kind of fuck that had him pumping so hard into her that they both lost their balance and fell onto the bed.

Alex’s cock had fallen out of her wetness when they fell, but it only gave Alex the opportunity to kiss her ass with hard, deep kisses, to slide his tongue between her crack, and then to get back inside of her even deeper than either one of them thought possible.  And he was pounding her again.

They fucked for nearly forty minutes that way.  Fast and slower.  Harder and softer.  Until he pushed in all the way one time too many, and they couldn’t do it anymore.  They had been getting to the brink of cum, but Alex had been easing back up, slowing back down, so that they could continue the joy of the ride.  But that last push-in did both of them in.  And they couldn’t ride anymore.  They came.  They came with an outpouring that neither one of them would ever forget.  It was the hardest cum that even well-traveled Alex Drakos had ever experienced.  His entire body felt as if it could explode, as he poured into her.

 

Her eyes opened in a room that still was not familiar to her.  And that unfamiliarity initially scared her.  When she realized she hadn’t been kidnapped by aliens but was actually in her lover’s bed, she quickly turned over to feel the comfort of that lover.  But he wasn’t there.

Kari didn’t panic.  This was Alex’s house, after all, and she felt secure with him.  She just had to find him.

She threw the satin sheet off of her naked body, grabbed the first thing she saw, which was her own white, button-down cotton shirt, and made her way out of the bedroom.  Although her shirt covered her butt, it barely covered it, and she felt naked and alone going down his winding staircase.  Alex didn’t just live in a house, after all.  He lived in a historic mansion on the Hudson River, in a neighborhood where people with names like Rockefeller and Rothschild undoubtedly called home.  And what about his servants?  Were they lurking around?  It was late at night, but still.   Alex had a full staff, and those were only the ones she knew of, who lived on the grounds.

But by the time she made it downstairs, and she had not run into any servants, she felt better.  She relaxed completely when she smelled food.  She made her way into his gourmet kitchen.

Alex, in his bathrobe, was standing at the center aisle slicing and dicing away.  Kari smiled to see him appear so domestic.  “Cooking?” she asked as she went and stood beside him.

“You’ve got to eat,” he said.  Then he smiled that roguish smile she loved.  “I ate already.”

At first, she was surprised that he would have eaten without her.  But when he gave her that sly look, which made clear that the eating he meant was between her legs, she bumped him with her body and shook her head.  “Quit playing, boy,” she said.  Then she asked: “What are we having?”

“Fasalada.”

Kari smiled.  She’d never heard of it.  “Greek, I take it?”

“Of course,” he responded.  “It’s a delicious bean soup that will also be loaded with veggies.”

To say that Kari was less than excited would be an understatement.  “A bean soup, hun?” she asked.

Alex laughed.  “You’ll love it, darling, don’t worry!”

Kari smiled, too, and went around the island and sat on one of his fancy stools with a round, crystal back.  She leaned back.  Alex looked at her.  “It’s good to have you here,” he said.  “It’s good to have movement in the house, late at night, other than my own.”

“Oh, come on, Alexander.  Surely you have had other females pattering around in this big house late at night before.”

But Alex was shaking his head.  “Nope,” he said, as he looked back at his food and continued to chop away.

But Kari was confused.  “Nope what?” she asked.

“You’re the only one.”

Kari stared at him.  “I’m the only one what?” she asked.

“Who’s ever stepped foot in my home,” Alex responded.  “I have taken women to my apartment in Manhattan, yes, I have.  Many times.  And to other places that I own.  But never here.”

Kari frowned.  “But you were married, Alex.”

“We never lived here.  This home I acquired after I divorced Linda.  It was a celebration gift to myself.”

Kari smiled.

But hearing Linda’s voice reminded him.  “She won’t bother you again,” he said.

Kari was still processing what he had said about no other love interests ever in his home.  That she was the first.  And only.  It was a magnificent shock to her.

But then she heard what else he said.  “Who won’t bother me?” she asked.  Then she realized who he had to have meant.  “How do you know that?” she asked.

“After I left your office,” Alex said, “I had a talk with her.”

“In Apple Valley?”

“Yes.”

“What about?”

“The disrespect she showed to you.”  Alex looked at Kari.  “And how that will not be tolerated.  Not by her.  Not by me.  Not by anyone.”

He and Kari stared into each other’s eyes.  Were they entering the proverbial next level of their relationship without having verbalized what they were doing?  Did Alex feel as strongly about her as she was feeling about him?  She thought he didn’t stand up for her that morning when his ex-wife showed up at her office.  She should have known that he wouldn’t stand for that and would handle it in his own, calculating way.

“Thanks,” she said to him.  “I don’t know what you did, but I’m sure you put fear in her heart.”

“And on her face as well,” Alex said.

Then Alex continued to chop veggies, as what Kari could only describe as a regretful look came over his own face, and then he tossed those vegetables into his wok.

But Kari could tell something else was on his mind.  His brows, for one thing, remained knitted.  “What is it?” she asked.

He began stirring the food, and then he spoke.  “These people we are going to meet tomorrow in Vegas is a casino mogul and his wife.”

“Really?  Okay.”  Then she smiled.  “You’re the only mogul I’ve ever met.  At which casino is he a mogul?  Would I have heard of it?”

“If you’ve heard of the PaLargio,” Alex said, “then yes, you’ve heard of it.”

Kari couldn’t believe it.  Her eyes stretched.  She spoke in syllables.  “The Pa-Lar-Gi-O?  I’m going to meet the owner of the PaLargio Hotel and Casino?  The one on the Vegas Strip?”

Alex smiled.  “That’s the one.”

Kari smiled too.  “Wow, Alex.  That’s a big damn deal.”  But despite her smile, Kari was already feeling uneasy about meeting such a powerful person.  “To say the least.”

But Alex’s eyebrows remained knitted.  “His wife,” he continued, “is Trina Gabrini.  I offered her a job as the CEO of one of my companies.  A startup.”

That sounded odd that he would tell her that.  She looked at him.  “Did she accept your offer?”

“No.  Not yet.  I suspect she will not.”

“Why not?”

Alex didn’t respond.  And Kari sensed why.  “Is she, is this Trina Gabrini, a former girlfriend of yours?”

“No.”

But Kari continued to stare at him.  “Did you want her to become a girlfriend of yours?”

Alex hesitated, but answered her honestly.  “Yes.”

Kari could feel a slight drop in her upbeat spirit.  “Why didn’t it pan out?” she asked him.  And why are you telling her this now, she wanted to ask.

“She was married,” Alex said.  “And meant it.”

Kari’s heart dropped.  He obviously still had a thing for this woman.  Why else would he bring it up?

“I wanted you to be fully aware,” Alex said as if he heard her thoughts.

“Aware of what?”

“Aware that it was an attraction that went nowhere and that is now over.  I am telling you about it because I want no secrets between us.”

If that was the real reason, Kari could appreciate that.  Everybody, after all, had a past.  Even her.  She nodded her head.  “Thanks for the heads up,” she said.

“Speaking of heads up,” he said as he finished wiping his hand on the cloth, “come and give me some.”

Kari smiled, but rose from her stool.  “Do you ever get tired of fucking, Alex?”

“Tired of fucking you?  Hell no!”

Kari laughed.  But when she made her way up to him, and he opened his robe, revealing a fully aroused penis, the laughs were over.

Kari gladly knelt down, and pleasured her man.

But just as he was about to cum, and she thought her work was done, he lifted her onto the island, opened her legs, and had himself a second fulfilling round.  On her.