Sophia's Abode

Sophia had quite a wild, and rough, year so far at USC, and as much as she wanted to go party with friends, she had to see her parents during the break. She had to put the serious hardworking daughter guise back on so her parents would still think she was working hard at university learning business.

He grade weren't the best according to them, and her dad had assigned her to study the books for her time off. He required her to work fourteen hours a day for a week, and she did the best she could.

It had been some time since Quentin Corporation went public, and her father owned thirty percent of the stock, her mom fifteen percent, and Sophia had ten percent. The other forty five percent were fragments of no more than five percent that bought and owned by hedge funds and individual investments through brokerage firms. Now her father had the same accountant for decades, and they always seemed to pass their audits, but as part of Sophia's long hours going over files, she had noted that the small share stockholders had been selling their shares. It appeared to her that one particular company had managed to buy up a lot of the stock... forty one percent to be exact. There were only a handful of shareholders that held the nine percent, and Sophia made a list of numbers for them. It had all the makings of a hostile takeover.

When Sophia brought this up to her dad, he shrugged, saying that the Quentin's owned 55 percent and always voted as a block, so there was nothing to worry about. Sophia had never given her share much thought as there was a proxy who tended to it for her along with her trust fund. Still, she worried, and though she had to go to New York City with her best friend Jane Harper for a big fashion designer gala, she would still have a few days after she got back before having to return to classes. After she recovered from the trip to New York, she made some calls... one was to a person that appeared to be the one buying up stock...


Sophia was surprised when her phone set off a chime for an incoming text from the number she called not quite two hours later. She tapped a text back...

'You want to meet a 6pm tonight? That is two hours from now. I take it your office is in the financial district of downtown? Give me the address and I will be there.'

He saw the reply and smiled to himself. "You are a smart girl who would out my buying patterns. I'm sure you can get to the right building without much guidance. When you are here, come to the 15th floor, left wing. My corner office faces the sun setting over the river."

He was intentionally trying to rile her up a bit. He knows she has the brains to already find out what's happening and if he needed to get her to his side for complete takeover then he had to do it properly.

The office staff left at 5 pm and he ensured that even the midnight lamp guys left t work from home. He had called his facilities team to ensure that his mini bar is full. Now this is usually stocked up when there is a client visit and frankly for him this was no lesser meeting. He sat in his chair, relaxing looking at the numbers and waiting for her.

It would have to be raining, and the guess she first had from Mr Blackwood's cryptic directions was wrong. She did figure it out though andwalked the seven blocks to what she thought was the right building...

... that was until she got to the end of the street where an alley crossed its path and it went to Riverwalk Park. The rain patted her umbrella a bit harder as she looked back and went over the riddle in her head...


"You are a smart girl who would out my buying patterns. I'm sure you can get to the right building without much guidance. When you are here, come to the 15th floor, left wing. My corner office faces the sun setting over the river."

Thinking hard, she was getting frustrated that she hadn't figured it out. She had to find his office or she would pop this bubble he had in his head of her being 'smart'.

As she backtracked, she came to the last street she crossed and looked down it. She let out a sigh as the rain started to fall harder. " I bet that is it ...the silvery glass building that she estimated had the right amount of floors. It wouldn't be the skyscraper down the block from it as it had way more floors than fifteen, and Sophia was guessing that Mr Blackwood would have his office on the top floor. The building also had 'wings' and as she got closer, she would glance up into the rain to see the two 'wings'.

Finally getting to the front door, she collapsed and shook her umbrella out as a thirtysomething security guard unlocked the door to let her in. She stepped inside and saw a classy brass bucket that had some 'loaner' umbrellas in it, so she put hers in with them.

"Brr... it's cold that rain." she said to the security guard who walked her over to the reception desk to sign in. "I'm here to see a Mr. Alexander Blackwood. The guard must have been expecting her as he already had a visitor badge with her name on it.

"The west-wing elevator is to your left down that hall with the polka dot art on the wall... fibreno or something." the guard said. "I'll let Mr Blackwood know you're on your way up."

"Thank you, sir." Sophia said as she started down the hall.

"This won't do." She muttered quietly to herself as she stopped at a bench in the hall. She sat down to take off her rain boots and put on the knee-high stockings and black heels she had in her bag. Sophia was too uncoordinated to walk in heels for long periods and it took some concentration for her to do it with any competence. But she needed to impress this Mr. Blackwood since they were going to be talking business.

She buttoned up her blouse she had been wearing open over her clingy white tank top and straightened the collar and sleeves by looking into a convenient mirror that was between plants opposite the elevator. She worried her blouse may be too damp from the rain splatter, but it seemed to be only a little so. She then checked the messy bun she had her near-black hair up in, and after brushing straight the intentionally wayward locks that hung free each side of her face, she made a somewhat frustrated look. It would have to do as it was getting awful close to 6pm.

She decided to leave her rain boots by the bench where she could put them back on when she left. She then stepped to the elevator and activated it with her visitor badge. The ride up was smooth if a bit slow, and when the doors opened on the 15th floor, Sophia stepped out and adjusted her shoe before looking down to the end of the hall. When she arrived at the end of the hall, the door to the corner office was closed.

*knock knock* she tapped on the heavy oak door, making a solid rap. The door wasn't latched and the hinge squeaked and the door drifted open a little. "She pushed her head in, saying, "Hello? Is this Mr Blackwood's office?"

The door squeaked open a little further and Sophia put her hand on the inside of it and held it as she looked in, seeing a rather handsome and formidable man getting up from a luxurious leather chair...

Alex sat in his leather chair and waited for the Sophia, looking out at the pouring rain outside. Usually, the view from his corner cabin was stunning but today the rain and overshadowing clouds were not being kind. Still the best view possible in town in this weather, just not the best one from this place on a sunny day.

Infront of him was the detailed report of the Quentin family’s report. It was the report made by his team of personal investigators. He didn’t want to call them spies but they were after all corporate spies. He didn’t go after a company without researching the stakeholders. The man was getting old and slow. If someone can’t even see a hostile takeover, then he has no right to run the company. It’s the survival of the fittest and Alex knew the rule all too well.

Coming back to the report, he noticed the folder on Sophia. He had just glanced through it, the report was filled with all the things a girl of her age dreamed up of doing. Hooking up the college professor, a beach party fun, Christmas with a goofy rich boy and later getting sloshed and taken control by a group of men! The girl knows how to live a life, Alex thought. Also her college scores all suggest that she is a sharp woman with a lot of potential. If she was at the helm of affairs, then this hostile takeover would not have been possible.

Alex would have loved to think just business but the photos and streaming videos that were included in the report were distracting him. Afterall Sophia was a gorgeous girl, a sexy vixen! He was immersed in thoughts when he gets a call on the intercom from the security. His smile broadened, he was expecting the call. He was expecting her.

“Come in” he thundered and the door opened. The girl was prettier in person than in the pics – even the pics of ecstasy didn’t di justice of how lovely she looked. Maybe it was the rain, maybe the damp blouse clinging tight to her body, maybe the damp hair and that thin film of water on her face. Whatever it was, she looked ethereal.

“Yes, it is Mr. Blackwood’s office,” Alex said, mimicking her a little with a smile. “You must me Sophia, the daughter of Mr. Quentin and heiress to the Quentin empire. Am I right?” He stepped towards her with a smile. She looked small and petite while his eyes wandered from her eyes to her neckline and then back to her eyes. The small droplets of water on her neck was distracting his attention.

Extending his hand, “Hello, I’m your Mr. Blackwood. But you can call me Alex. It’s good to meet such a smart woman.” Extending his other hand to the couch, “Would you like to have a seat or would you like to use the washroom and tidy yourself a bit.” His eyes showing his personal bathroom in the opposite corner of his office.

“Come in. Yes, it is Mr. Blackwood’s office,”

Sophia let slip a facial expression when he stood even as she took in the sound of his voice, which seemed to change some. He was handsome and was taller then she... everyone was taller then her... except her best friend Jane...

She stepped into the office, and the door started to move back, shutting and latching behind her. "It is a pleasure to meet you sir!" her somewhat high, nasally "Asian" voice replied.

“You must me Sophia, the daughter of Mr. Quentin and heiress to the Quentin empire. Am I right?” he answered and Sophia took one more step toward him, puzzled that his voice again sounded like it did originally.

She paused and bowed her head as she extended her right hand to shake his. His grip was strong, yet she could tell he gave it a restrained gentleness as their hands bonded.

I’m your Mr. Blackwood. But you can call me Alex. It’s good to meet such a smart woman.” Sophia blushed a little. There he goes with calling her 'smart' again! It felt like his eyes combed her, but they were clearly on her face as he spoke.

As their hands parted while his other hand extended back toward the couch, Sophia grinned which always made her eyes squint.

“Would you like to have a seat or would you like to use the washroom and tidy yourself a bit.” he added as she glanced over to the couch, then over to where he looked to a door in the corner of the office.

"Oh thank you Mr ... Alex." She caught herself and corrected her formality as she turned back to look at him. She licked her lips a little as her eyes dropped, and finally said, "I should use the restroom first before we get started. I am a bit wet still."

She turned to walk toward the door and opened it, then leaned back to look across to Alex. "I could use something to drink. I am rather thirsty." She then stepped in and closed the door.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she sighed. She saw the remaining beads of water on her and she took a towel and patted herself dry. She fluffed out her blouse and looked at both sides of herself before going to relieve herself. When she was done, she freshened up her muted mauve lipstick and dabbed a tiny amount of perfume on her wrist to rub on her other wrist. She didn't want to have that 'damp outdoorsy' scent lingering.

Satisfied with her hair, she emerged from the restroom a few minutes later, walking over to the couch Alex had offered and sitting down on one side, crossing her legs at the knees. She looked at him and smiled as she said, "Thank you for seeing me... Alex." she caught herself with the formality this time.

The astounded expression on her face reminded him of the video clip of hers. He shook his head to get himself focused. It’s not everyday that he is distracted by a pretty face. “The pleasure is mine, miss…” as he saw her bow her head. Behaves cultured! Quite unlike the girl in the report.

‘Focus! What’s happening to you Alex?’

A voice in his head reprimanded him, he just smiled and shook her hand. His eyes still looking at her intensely, not with desire but he is finding it increasingly difficult to think straight. She has such an effect on him.

"I should use the restroom first before we get started. I am a bit wet still."

These words made him wonder if she was wet! That was such a silly thought but he did not stop himself to fantasize a little. Then he heard her ask for a drink.

A small smile appears at the corner of his lips as he wonders the options. He could offer her a hot coffee or a real drink. It’s after office hours so a good whiskey makes more sense. But he was not sure of her poison. The faint noise of the faucet being opened came from the washroom. Alex, opened his personal bar cabinet and took out a bottle of bourbon and poured a generous amount in two glasses. He puts a large cube of ice to keep it chilled.

His mind was racing with ideas and the view of the small droplets of water on her neck were still fresh. He took the glasses and placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch. He sat there comfortably, patiently waiting for her.

When the door opened, a whiff of sweet perfume filled the air. Alex looked at the primed-up Sophia. She looked gorgeous! Her lipstick so perfect and her makeup, hair and everything just right.

Raising an eyebrow as she said Mr but then smiled as she corrected herself. “It’s my pleasure. No come, sit. And here is a bourbon on ice to keep you warm in this damp weather.” He handed over the glass and showed her the seat next to him. Slightly raising the glass he sipped on his drink, his eyes still fixed at the young girl. “So Sophia, tell me how can I help you.”

She smiled as Alex had poured a bourbon on the rocks for her. She probably could have used some water, but this would do nicely.

She listened as he asked her what he could do for her; picking up the glass and taking a solid swig. The burn was smooth and she inhaled softly after her drink.

"Thank you for this." She said as she kept the glass in her hand while turning to look to Alex. Another small sip before she inhaled a deep breath as she composed her thoughts, she could see he was a direct one. She should be too.

"Well like I said in my message to you; I've noted your slow and steady acquirement of stock in Quentin Corporation. Except for a hand full of one percenters, Apollo Holdings is the last hedge fund with a 4 percent share of stock."

Her eyed moved from his face to te window as a bird came up to get something ... a spider likely ... from the frame and fly off. She took a second swig of her drink before going on.

"I am assuming you are right now negotiating with them and the other remaining one percenters to acquire their stock?" Sophia asked it as a question, but she already knew the answer. "You know that we Quentins hold fifty-five percent, so even if you are the only other stockholder, you will never get majority share."

She stated the facts, and it had built up some anxiety inside her. Her hand came up and toyed with her necklace a little before she took a big drink from her glass. It was near empty and she looked at the coffee table and set the glass on the coaster; the ice rattling around some in the glass.

She blinked her eyes as she looked back up to Alex. "I guess what I would like to know is what are your intentions in becoming a minority share owner in a small family-owned multi-national textile and fashion design company."

He was taking it slow, savouring not only his drink but also the view of Sophia gulping down the entire glass. Watching her rehearse in her head what she was going to tell him. her Eyes fixed at her, glancing from her lips to below and then back to her lips and to her eyes.

He knew why she was here, nodding in agreement when she said he has been acquiring stakes. What she didn’t know is that his people have huge stakes in Apollo Holdings and due to that he indirectly even controlled that 4%.
“You are fair to assume that I’m speaking to the 1% stakeholders.” It was a game of patience and he had the deep pockets to wait for a few years when someone or the other from the family would have the need of money and sell their stakes. What she didn’t realise that getting 45% itself was already a win for him, a small market correction or a slump in the economy could turn the tables.

“If you were so confident of the 55% shares, then you would not have come here. Right?” He paused and poured whiskey in her glass, giving her a generous second glass.

“You know very well that it’s just a matter of time that I’d get the shares to have enough to control the company.” He leans back and sips his drink while his eye never leaves her. Watching her play with her necklace, his eyes move to look back in her eyes.

“Now Sophia, let me be blunt. I’m a businessman and I see a lot of value in the company. But the way your father is running the business… let me say… it’s not the way a business with reach it’s potential in the current times. He is too conservative, even throwing away good business. My estimate is that his approach caused the company to perform at like half it’s capacity. Tell me I’m wrong?”

He allowed her to process his information but before she could say anything he added, “I’ll be more than happy to see someone like you in the helm of affairs. We don’t want your dad to get sick or something worse to give you the reigns. I know he is a stubborn person and would either has to be removed by hostile takeover or let nature takes it’s course.” He looked up, “I’m one for action and hence the takeover attempt.”

“I want the company to grow and be the best textile and fashion design house in the world.” Leaning forward he looked at her and added, “With whatever shares you have and my support, I’ll stop and you will be the head of the company. I don’t need to buy more, the company would be in new hands.” He knows if this works he would have an influence on her and hence run the company in proxy.

“I know, you love to take risks. If nothing your adventure with your professor, the new years eve and the party in the club, speaks a lot of what a good risk taker you are.” He winks and give a slight naughty smile to her. He was showing genuine appreciation of her bold behaviour as that’s what the company needed.

Sophia listened to Alex as she watched her glass as he poured her some more whiskey. Her hand kept playing with her necklace which was an unconscious nervous habit she had.

“You are fair to assume that I’m speaking to the 1% stakeholders. If you were so confident of the 55% shares, then you would not have come here. Right? You know very well that it’s just a matter of time that I’d get the shares to have enough to control the company.”

It wasn’t like Sophia had done a lot of research. She had only come by information while ‘doing time’ under her parents during her school break. It didn’t matter how hard she tried or how well she did, she would always be a disappointment to her father. He wanted a son, not a daughter, and he seemed to take every opportunity in the last nineteen years to remind her of that fact. Now here she was coming here on a whim to once again try and bolster herself in the eyes of her father by taking some initiative. What was she thinking? She had hoped to keep up the guise of ‘being smart’ in this man’s eyes, but she had clearly fallen into the deep end coming here.

Her leg slipped off the other as she leaned forward to pickup her freshly filled glass as he continued to speak about the current state of her family’s business. She remained sitting forward as she sipped lightly. She looked at the glass and swirled its contents a little as she thought about her answer as her other hand pulled and straightened the hem of her black skirt.

“I don’t think you are wrong…” she said pensively as she ran through the many thoughts that passed through her mind. Sipping the whiskey helped calm her as he went on about her father and mentioning her at the helm of the company.

Another sip was taken as he made his pitch to her. She had come to ask some questions, and he has turned this meeting around as if this was his plan all along. She looked down at her lap as her fingers that had straightened her skirt pinched the light, soft, silky material and felt it with a slight circular rub. Her mind swam with equal parts apprehension, possibility, confusion, and let her ponder what he had just said.

“I don’t know Alex… this is a lot to take in all at once…” she said as she realized her nervous habit had taken hold and let go of her skirt. She looked down and brushed her hand over her thigh, smoothing her skirt out again before she looked back over to him. Her eyes met his and she could see the determination in them, and she turned her head averting her gaze. She nervously lifted her glass and took a deeper swallow of the whiskey as he again spoke,

“I know, you love to take risks. If nothing your adventure with your professor, the new years eve and the party in the club, speaks a lot of what a good risk taker you are.”

Hearing his words had her take deeper breaths; her chest clearly rising and falling. She hoped another sip of whiskey would settle her. It didn’t. What all did this man know of her? Her mind reviewed her antics over her freshman year, and she had several incidents run through her mind…

’He knew about what she had to do to get a passing grade from Professor Han? And New Year’s Eve? These were just what he mentioned! Did he also know of that bukkake in the Kappa Omega Kappa frat house, or the five-guy train out at that party at ‘the ranch’? That video had shown upon slutload com with a title of ‘Asian cumdump slut takes several loads in and on her’, and there were likely more she didn’t know about…’

She finally looked again to Alex. There was no denying she really jumped into the deep end of the pool and floundered around when she came to USC and was out from under the strict regimen of her parents. “I don’t know if I’d say I like taking risks. I think it’s more me being reckless.”

She looked back at the already half-empty glass in her hand as she swirled the shrinking ice around in it. She again sat back on the couch, turning toward Alex as her other leg came up and dropped over her knee. She shook her hanging foot as she again looked to Alex, “You give me a lot to think about here… I might need some time to ponder it all before I can give you an answer…”

There was a dead silence in the room. Alex gave some time to think on what Sophia just said. He knew her family was orthodox and she was stifled. He wanted to give her room, after all she could be an asset going forward. He was distracted by her one hand touching her neck and the other playing with the hem of her dress. She was clearly stressed and thinking a lot. He smiled… reading though the body language, she was telling a lot more though her actions than her words. Her following words came as music to his ears…

“I don’t think you are wrong…”

Bingo! He had her, now to sweeten the deal with being caring and understanding.

“I understand,” he nodded before taking a small sip of his drink. “I know what you have to decide and you take as long as you want.” He was looking for a weak spot in the family and there it was sitting right in front of him. He had no intentions of breaking the company, after all the company was doing well. He was well intentioned, his ideas would improve the productivity of the company and build a much stronger brand. The only problem was his assessment showed that this change could only happen if Mr Quentin was not part of the corporation.

His thoughts again interrupted with her words…words that stuck a chord with the primal instinct buried deep in him.

“I don’t know if I’d say I like taking risks. I think it’s more me being reckless.”

He leaned towards her and traced the loose bang of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear lobe. “Why don’t we do this, I have a small yacht and would love to host a lunch for you this Friday. It would be a weekend cruise in the high seas. If you have decided by then, then we sign the dotted line document.” He paused and allowed his eyes to wander from her eyes to her lips and then her neckline before lazily returning to her eyes. He knew she was looking at him and he was not hiding where his eyes went.

“Even if you decide not to join me, you will be seeing a lot of me in future starting from your board meetings to investor meets. So why not get uses to each other.” His fingers caressed her chin and raised it a bit towards him, “and if nothing you can be reckless during the cruise.” His lips curled into a naughty, devilish grin. His palm casually falling to her bare knee, staying there. Part of him wanted him to remove his hand but there was a big part of him that wanted him to touch more, move further up.

“And I don’t think your family needs to know where you are going. Afterall he has informers all around and last thing we want is for him to find out.” He was being cautious. The other reason why he invited her to the yacht is that it would give them complete liberty to discuss. Anywhere else people might see them and report back to Mr Quentin.

He was so direct in his approach that it astounded himself. Had he not known about the shenanigans of the girl, he would not have said that.

Sophia's eyes fluttered when he reached over and brushed a wayward lock of hair from her cheek. The softness of his touch managed to send chilly tingles through her as she inhaled slowly. He spoke about going out on a yacht Friday. As her eyes opened, she could see his eyes combing her, and it was likely he could tell that despite having her loose frilly blouse on that her nipples pushed slightly against the tank top under it.

"Um... Friday? Wh... what time?" she asked, a slight vibrato shake in her voice. She had already decided to join him whether she signed or not. Again her eyes fluttered closed as his fingers caressed her chin and raised her head a little. They fluttered open again as his hand came to rest on her knee. "Um... um... "

What was it about her skin? Gentle touches and caresses always seemed to melt her! Now here she was, speechless! She took a nervous sip on the whiskey which was a bit softer than earlier since some of the ice had melted. "My... they don't know I'm... here now..."

She took deep breaths as she tried shifting her butt a little on the couch, and she looked down at his hand on her knee, feeling the warmth and the slight movement she thought some of his fingers were doing. She should take his hand in hers and move it before getting up and excusing herself... but she sat frozen in place, her skin on her knee tingling ...

Alex watched her shiver as his fingers caressed her face. His eyes deliberately wandering from her face to further down, he could sense her breaststroke heaving, as if they were anticipating something, as if they were anticipating his touch. A small smile crossed his lips when he felt her skin almost tremble, probably anticipation, probably joy. He was enjoying it for sure.

"Good girl!" Instinctively came out of his lips. The was she asked the time assured him that she would definitely come over. "We sail at 5 pm in the evening. My yacht is docked at private piercing number 5. You should be able to find it but just in case you need help you can always call me."

Her skin reacted to his touch and he was not backing out. He wanted to see how far this could go, how far was the sexy girl going to allow him. The continual fluttering and part opening of her eyes did a number on him.

He slided closer to her with his palm on her knees now gently caressing her, palms move slightly upwards. Rather than moving his hand away she took another sip of the whiskey. His palm now slowly inching upwards, just high enough to caress her thighs. His fingers making small circles on her thighs.

"Good, you didn't tell of your whereabouts. I mean they might get unnecessarily worried about you." He leaned closer, his lips inches away from her face but he stopped. Looking straight at her.

Sophia opened her mouth to say something, but the words fell back inside her... "Uhh....hhhahh..." escaped her open mouth with a gasped breath. She couldn't move! His hand caressing her thigh had immobilized her, and her leg that was still over her other knee shook

Did he just tell her where his yacht was? How could she remember? What was she doing! What was happening? "Uhhh... Alex... I... you..." When words did come, they made no sense, and she shuddered when his fingers started pushing her skirt further up her thigh.

"They won't know I..." she gasped out as she couldn't help herself ... her hands which were pressing down on the couch trying to keep her steady came up and she hooked an arm around his neck as the other came to rest on his shoulder and she pressed her lips to his, kissing him hungrily...


"mmmMm... mhh..." she moaned as her leg fell from her knee and her heel fell off as she leaned closer into him... Sophia knew she should stop, and she broke the kiss, but she gasped breathlessly and didn't let go of him.

Her warm breath were incoherent on his face. He could literally listen to her heartbeat when her lips parted a bit to tremble. His eyes were on her lips while his fingers caressed the leg over her knee. Fingers made contact at the junction of both thighs.

His other hand went behind her, just holding her waist. She was already sitting stiff. He could see the passion smoulder in her eyes.

He was still, just holding her. Not moving ahead but also not letting her go. If he had withdrew probably she would as well. But he didn't, he couldn't. Her beauty had entrapped him, he could see only way was to get through it, ride the passion.

As she hooked her arm around his neck, replacing him for support, his one hand grabbed her waist while the palm on her thighs moved further up under the dress. Her passionate kiss was captivating but as if working on instinct his palm cupped her ass cheek and pulled her on top of him, making her straddle him while still kissing her passionately. Her hungy kisses were met by his urgent ones. Sucking the air out of her lungs, Alex pulled her close.


The kiss finally broke but he was looking at her intensely while her hand was still around his neck. His fingers pulled out her top while he leaned to kiss her again, hungrily licking and kissing her lips. His fingers slowly hiking up her top...palms rubbing all over her exposed skin.

"Raise your hands," he whispered. Though it could be easily construed as a command. Even before she could do anything he leaned to kiss the hollow of her neck. Kissing, licking and biting on the tender skin.

The kisses and the touches, aided by the effects of nearly two glasses of whiskey were sending Sophia up like a rocket. His hands on her stomach brushing her bellybutton caused her to spasm and she again broke their kiss to gasp a few times rapidly as she tipped her head back and closed her eyes.

Why was her skin so sensitive? Usually, it would be only in some areas, but now it seemed it was all over! She didn't come here to have this happen. In fact, it was the furthest from her mind. But the drinks had heightened her sensitivity and his voice was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic to her. And he was a very good-looking man!

As his hands started to touch the bottom of her breasts, he wanted her to raise her hands...

Flip coin - 1= Restraint | 2= All in

"M... my hands? Oh..okay... Wh... wh... whyy?" she asked through gasped breaths as her hand slid away from his neck and went up at the elbow. She pushed herself away from him with her other hand to lean back against the couch but he kept himself close, moving with her. With a flutter of her eyes, she lifted her arms and stretched them as she leaned back, sliding to the corner as his hands went higher under her tank top and blouse…

He mixed business with pleasure but not in the first meeting, not so soon but this girl looked so right, felt so right. Being a dominant man, he was usually in control of everything from professional to personal behaviour but the way Sophia was reacting was driving him crazy. The way her belly contracted, the way her lips brushed on his skin and the way she tipped her head back, were encouraging him. On top of it, her soft moans and her trembling skin was intensifying the moment. He didn’t want this to stop!

The warmth of her love pot on his groin didn’t help his situation. His got out of the trance when she said…

"M... my hands? Oh..okay... Wh... wh... whyy?"

He gave a naughty smile as he moved his palms under her tank top, feeling her tender skin, his thumb just brushing under her breast. “I want to see you, I want you!” He was not holding back his desire. “I want… want to show you what good care I take if I like something.”

He leaned forward with her, not letting the distance between them increase even a bit. Using his teeth he slid the right side of her blouse, just sliding it off her shoulder. Leaning in closer he kissed her exposed shoulder blade, 100s of small kisses peppered all over her collar bone before moving to the exposed hollow of her neck, feverishly kissing and licking it.

His left hand went behind her waist, caressing her bare back as his right palm cupped her left breast, massaging it. His kisses on her neck intensified, sucking on her neck while his thumb brushed over her right nipple and squeezed her breast, this time not so gently. His lips moved down to bite the right side of the top to pull it higher. She was still wearing the tank-top but bot of her breasts were on view. His groin was throbbing with excitement, feeling the heat from her body.

“God you are gorgeous!” complimenting her he moved his lips to her right breast, darting his tongue to flicker over the taunt nipple, gently sucking on it while his palm fondled her left breast.

His words ran through her ears in a distant chorus, and Sophia's mouth opened but no words came out. Just rapid breaths gasping.

“Sh… sh… show me…?”

Sophia was freefalling already. The light kisses on her shoulder and neck; the warmth of his lips broken by chill breaths against her wet skin as his lips moved on had her falling headlong into sensory overload. The sensations were hitting her now in rapid successions with Alex's hands and lips roaming freely all over her, brushing and caressing and kissing and pressing and pinching her.

She felt him lean into her with his hand sliding around her waist to her back, the tingle had her arch back against the couch, pushing her small breasts out. Her right one pressed into his hand that had slid up and cupped it, and he started to massage it firmly.

"ooohhnnhh..." she let out as his thumb swirled around her sensitive nipple and her head turned to one side and her upper teeth bit her lower lip as he body bucked suddenly. Her hands gripped the couch arm and back to each side of her, and the chill she felt as he slit her tank top up above her breasts had her gasp repeatedly.

She heard him say something, but it got lost in the waves of nerves her body felt. She was already sliding into her first orgasm, just from these stimulations, and the only thing that kept he from bucking off the couch was Alex atop her, holding her in place as he sucked on her right nipple and worked her left with his hand.


Something set her hair-trigger off. With so many points on her body in wanting stimulation, some combination really touched her deep. The nibble on her nipple; the fingers pinching each side of her other nipple; the chill where he had kissed and licked her neck; they all seemed to compound each other. It was when Alex turned slightly and his hardness pressed her thigh did she feel things let go… as her whole body shuddered; shaking in rapid spasms, her right leg came up and wrapped behind Alex while her left leg which he was leaning on pushed itself further to the left, her hips moved rapidly as she panted hard in rapid succession, a light chirp was in her exhaled breath. Her first orgasm took hold of her…

Alex was enjoying the way Sophia was reacting to his touch and his lips. When she moved her right leg to wrap around him, his left palm on her breast moved downward to unzip himself. He struggled a bit to free his cock, popping from his unzipped pants. At the same time he raised her to give him room, his lips suckled hard on her left nipple, sucking it madly, grazing it between his teeth, “You have such sensitive nipples,” his lips moved from her left to her right nipple, giving it the same treatment as the left one.

The sensation of her trembling skin mixed with the sharpness of her nails digging onto his shoulders was driving him crazy. His alpha side was raring to come out, darting his tongue to flicker over her right nipple, sucking it roughly. She was there on offer, and he was not going to back down.

His fingers now moved to press her soaked pussy over her panties. “Naughty girl… you are so wet!” He exclaimed before sliding her panties to the right side and expose her swollen lips to his digits. His fingers pressed on her clit while his other arm supported her by holding her waist. His piercing eyes looking deep in hers, trying to see the intense desire and lust in her eyes. How horny she was! His lips hungrily went up, licking her chest and neck, planting 100s of soft kisses as he reaches the base of her neck.
“Hold your panties… I want to guide myself in.”

His eyes looked in hers and then gaze went down. He slide his left hand to free his cock, which is not throbbing in anticipation. Holding his cock he rubbed it over her soaked panties before pumped it a few times, getting it rock hard. He then looked up at Sophia with trembling lips, “ride me….” It was a mix of command, plea and request. Not in that order.

Sophia's head was really lost in the clouds as she spasmed and moaned to each new sensation Alex was giving her. Not only did his lips sucking her left nipple and pulling it to let it snap back before he grazed it with his teeth, the sudden chill sent a rush through her. As he got rougher with her, she let out louder moans and gasps of breath. She had fallen over the edge now and she wanted more!

She got it with his taking her right nipple to his lips and working it just as hard, and her hips bucked as she let out a high-pitched chirp when she felt his fingers working her clit through her soaked panties and his hardness pressing against her.


Sophia let out a long exhale from her nose as her eyes squinted at him, she complied by sliding each of her knees out t each side of him, and she held his shoulder to help lift herself up some to get her hand down between her legs. She felt his hand there as it slid from her clit ti grab himself to stroke, and two of Sophia's fingers hooked the side of her black silk panties and pulled them to the side. Her thumb twirled around in her wetness around her clit ...



She heard him and though a meek voice cried out in her head, she was beyond any reason now. She felt him guide the head of his cock inside her, and she slowly settled back onto him as his hand slid away.

"ooohhh..." she gasped out as her eyes got big as he sank deeper into him. When her ass set on him, her hips started to move forward and backward as her hand came back up to join the other in holding his shoulders.

The feeling of him moving inside her, pressing this way then that way had her shudder. She gasped in a deep breath and her upper teeth bit her lower lip as she tried to keep her focus and keep her hips moving. Her head went back as she gasped out with each breath, chirping slightly with each one. Her skin was already getting damp...

"Yes my little spitfire, side your panties to one side." He repeated while he rubbed his cock head on her inner thighs almost close to her fingers struggling with her panties and looked up at her. He called her spitfire because the sharp tongue of hers and how much fire she has managed to flame in his body.

He could feel her fingers grab the drenched fabric. At the same time her fingers brushed over his cock. Maybe intentional...maybe not.

Either way he is enjoying her soft body, hungy eyes and naughty fingers. He felt her knees on either side of his thighs and gently lower herself.

He leaned forward to kiss her. His cockhead pressing against her pussy lips. She was dripping which made is very easy for him to enter her. She slowly slider on his cock. Her short gasp was like music to his ears. She was tight.... gripping his cock like a warm glove. Sucking his cock deep in her love hole. He felt his cockhead piercing in deeper and deeper with every gasp that escaped her lips.

His palms caressed the back of her body over her top. When she placer her hands on his shoulders he leaned to kiss her neck, taking the opportunity to attack her exposed neck. Hungrily liking and biting her neck while she rode him. His palms caressing her waist, supporting her back with his strong arms. Holding her close as she rides him and his teeth bite her tender neck.

His palms slided to grab both her ass cheek, squeezing them while she rode him wildly.


"Good girl!" He whispered. His fingers weave in her hair and pull her for a wild kiss, biting her lower lips passionately. Breaking the kiss he looked dep in her eyes. She was riding him hard... "sign the stock transfer papers..." again kissing her deeply, "you report here every week for this and no one including your parents would suspect on why you come her!"

He wanted to rip off her clothes and ram again and again. But this time he wanted her to feel in control.