Exposed (The Alpha Stranger) Book 2 (9 page)

The sexy man runs his tongue down to my stomach. He kisses my thigh. Then I hear him start up the car. We speed back onto a paved road. Just when I thought my lover is done with me, I feel his right hand wandering back between my legs. He begins to rub me out while racing the Ferrari back to his estate. I spread my legs, granting my anonymous lover full access. I can feel the exotic car swerving as my lover works the steering wheel with his left hand and my pussy with his right hand. We may crash at any second. Who knows. I can’t see a damn thing. All I know is that if I die tonight, I won’t have any regrets. This is about as good as life gets.

I start to play with my tits as my lover rubs me out faster and faster. I begin to moan. The car speeds up. “Dammit, you are so good with your hand!” I tell my lover. I lift my hips off of the seat and push my face up against the passenger’s side window as I feel myself ready to cum inside this Italian sports car. My lover pushes his fingers inside me. I cum. My chest feels hot. Saliva drips out of the sides of my mouth. My fingers tingle. Damn, this man can do more with three fingers than some guys can do with their entire bodies.

I relax in the Ferrari, naked and blindfolded. I feel my lover kiss me on the neck. “I am going to have so much fun with your body. You are my prized possession.”

I reach over and fumble around for my lover’s cock. I feel the hard bulge in his pants. “I will work hard to make sure that I remain your prized possession,” I tell my anonymous lover.

“Good girl.”

The car begins to slow down. The Ferrari makes another turn and begind to go uphill. All right, so it looks like my lover’s estate is on a hill or a mountain. I refer to my mental map and guess that the house is located either in the Hollywood Hills, Beverly Hills, Bel Air, Brentwood, Westwood, the Pacific Palisades or Malibu. Well, you can’t go wrong with any of those places. The Ferrari begins to slow down. We roll on to what feels like a brick driveway.

My body shakes as I feel the continuous rumble of this brick driveway that appears to go on forever and ever. I may not know where this estate is located - or even what it looks like - but I know one thing for sure, it ain’t small! The Ferrari finally comes to a stop. I hear the engine turn off. My anonymous lover orders me to, “sit still” while I hear him open his door. So I sit in the passenger’s seat for a while. I am not exactly sure where my lover went. I can feel a cool breeze coming in from the open driver’s side door. I am tempted to peek.

Just when I am about to raise my hand up to the blindfold, the passenger’s side door suddenly opens. I am jolted to attention as I feel my seatbelt get unbuckled. My lover pulls me out of the Ferrari. I feel the brick driveway under my feet. “Now walk,” my lover orders. Even though I am outdoors, blindfolded and completely naked, I could not feel any more comfortable. I am led up a couple of stairs. I feel a little bit of warmth in front of me. The open door to the estate, I presume.

My feet feel a hard terracotta floor. My body temperature rises. I am indoors. I know that much. “You are going straight to my bedroom,” my anonymous lover says as I feel him pick me up. The hot stud carries me across his house. Now this is what I call express service. I hear my lover walk into a small enclosure. Then I hear a small door closing. It almost sounds like an elevator door. “Are we inside an elevator?!” I ask.

“It’s easier than trying to walk up three flights of stairs.”

All right, my man has an elevator inside his mansion. Now, I am impressed. The sound of the elevator lifting us to the third floor is particularly soothing. The door opens. My lover carries me some more. Suddenly, I feel myself thrown into the air. I scream. What the fuck is this guy doing?! I land on large mattress.

“I like the way you screamed,” my anonymous lover says.

“You scared me,” I say as I begin to stretch myself out. I hear the distinct sound of a cigarette lighter. What is he doing now? I dare not ask. Who knows what my anonymous lover is up to.

After a long, nervous minute, I feel my lover’s presence over my body. He kisses me on the mouth. I feel my right hand get pulled backward. A cold steel wraps around my right wrist. I think I am being handcuffed. I try to pull my right hand. It’s no use. I have been chained to something.

“I think it’s safe enough to restore your sight,” my lover says. He reaches back and pulls off the blindfold. Everything is blurry. It takes several seconds for me to focus my eyes on the soft candle-lights set around a large master bedroom.

To my right is a large wall of floor to ceiling windows. It’s hard to make out what’s out there.

“Where am I?” I ask.

“I’m not telling you. Just because you are in my home, doesn’t mean you’re going to discover anything more about me.”

I am thrilled. I am nervous. I have my lover. Yet, I have no idea where I am. I should just lie back and enjoy this. But something tells me that my insatiable curiosity is about to get me in big trouble.

To be concluded in, “Entranced,” the final installment in “The Alpha Stranger” trilogy.