Resisting the Billionaire Collection (41 page)

"Baby, where are you? I've been waiting for
your call all morning. Don't make me wait much longer."

"Not much longer sweetheart, trust me.
Tonight is going to be far beyond anything you could ever have
imagined. I need you to be at the Four Seasons by 8:00 sharp.
Alex's driver will pick you up from your apartment in his limo and
he's agreed to lend him to us for tonight. I'll be waiting for you
there."

He blew her a kiss and then cut the
call.

If all went well then this would be the
night he revealed his true identity to her. Finally, they would be
together. No more lies or silly games. Alison would no longer need
to keep her job at the café and he could get back to a normal life
with his woman by his side.

Another limo.
Alison thought.
Two in
one week.
The last seven days had been
incredible. First, the shock of her break up with Brad, then her
dream date with a millionaire gone wrong, and now a scorching hot
appointment with her dream lover at a luxury hotel, picked up, for
the second time this week by a private driver in a limo.

Despite all the craziness, all she really
longed for was to be with her lover. It was still only 4:00 and she
had no idea how she was going to wait another four hours. It was
such a long time, especially as her lover had forbidden her to
touch herself. Since he had said that, it had been agony trying to
keep her hands off herself. That's why she had gone back to work,
just to be out in public and keep her mind on something other than
hot sex with the smoldering Daniel Johnson and his smoking hot
body.

Back at the strip club, Alex was doing his
best to enjoy a blindfolded triple lap dance without cumming in his
pants. Not to say that he didn't appreciate the gesture but he
wanted to stay faithful to Melanie, even if these were his final
days as a free man.

Try telling that to my
cock.
He thought.

Sebastian took him to a few more places and
kept the champagne flowing. By the time they got back to the hotel,
he was more than a little drunk and as horny as a field full of
goats. Still, the strippers and call girls wouldn't let up.
Sebastian had paid them well to keep up the heat. It was 7:45 and
the party was still going when Sebastian made an announcement.

“
Okay Alex, just one last
little gift for my big brother the week before his wedding. Now
promise me you will be a good boy and just take it like a
man."

"Whatever you say, little bro." He
slurred.

Sebastian smiled. "Girls? Bring the happy
husband-to-be over here please." He had positioned a chair in front
of the main entrance. The ladies brought him over and sat him down
as instructed. Then they quickly had him cuffed to the chair, his
hands behind his back. One of them put on the blindfold.

"What's going on little bro? Should I be
afraid here?"

"Very afraid." One of the call girls
purred.

"Just make sure--"

Whatever he was about to say was cut short
as one of them stuffed his mouth with cloth and then bound him with
a gag. Sebastian kept talking to keep him calm as he ordered all
the girls out. It was nearly 8:00 already. Alison was probably
waiting downstairs in the foyer.

"This is going to blow your mind, big bro.
Don't worry about a thing."

Alex tried to speak but only muffled sounds
came out.

"Someone special is coming to visit you." He
said as he began lighting candles in the living room. "Someone that
you are going to get to know very well over the next few months and
years."

"Meaadadggg?" He tried to say Melanie but
the words wouldn't go through the gag.

"This is my special gift to you, so I want
you to just take it and not ask any questions later. Okay?" He put
his hand on his brother's shoulder. Alex was too drunk to be
afraid. His little brother had flown in his fiancé as a surprise
and set him up for some kind of crazy pre-marriage lap dance with
his bride-to-be. Crazy, but entirely within character for his nutty
little brother. God, he had missed him over the last year.

"I'm leaving you now, big bro. Have fun." He
patted him on the shoulder and went to the bedroom where he began
to light more candles.

At exactly 8:05, the door clicked open and
Alison was shocked to see the vast luxury suite filled with the
soft glow of romantic candlelight. A thick pathway of rose petals
led up to her lover, just as she remembered him, except he was
dressed to match his opulent surroundings. He looked elegant,
dashing, powerfully strong but also helpless and irresistibly bound
up for her pleasure.

Her breath became instantly faster and she
felt that peculiar confidence come over her that only the man she
knew as Daniel Johnson could instill.

The man before her looked tired but
relaxed.

She stepped closer but
didn't say a word. Her only regret was that he insisted on being
blindfolded. She wanted him to see her. With other men, she had
been shy, reticent to be seen fully naked in the light but with
Daniel, she wanted to give him everything to satisfy his hunger.
She would take him first, bring him to the brink of explosion, and
then take away his blindfold. Whatever hang-ups or kinks
he
had would be blown
away as he came again and again inside her.

She took off her coat to reveal the sexy
silk lingerie she was wearing underneath. She had never done
anything like this before. Sitting in the limousine wearing only
underwear and a long coat had already been sensuous enough, now she
was on fire with anticipation.

She went to her knees and put her hands on
his thighs. The man before her came to life, lifted his head up,
and said something unintelligible through his gag.

She ignored it and put her mouth to his
crotch, blowing hot air through his pants, she could feel his
member rise, and she exulted in her control of his body. Her own
nipples became instantly hard and she was moist inside. She had not
worn panties, only suspenders. She felt ready to take him right
then and there but she knew he wanted more.

Straddling him, she ran her hands through
his thick black hair and pulled his head back. She began to bite,
first softly but then more urgently, his face, his ears, his neck,
eagerly licking and nipping, hungry to devour him. She could feel
his cock respond, the fabric of his pants pushing into her wet
valley. She moved, massaging herself against him and shudders of
pleasure passed through her.

She began to undo his shirt, button by
button, revealing his well-developed tanned chest. She didn't
remember him being so brown but what did it matter? He looked good
enough to eat, so she began exploring with her tongue. No man had
ever offered himself to her like this before and the newness of the
experience was setting her on fire. She was already close to orgasm
as her tongue made its way lower down to his abdomen. He tried to
thrust upwards from the chair, but it was almost impossible with
the ligatures around his ankles.

And then it was enough. She was ready and he
was more than ready.

It was time to begin.

She moved her hands to his
waist, undid his belt buckle and then whipped the belt out from his
pants. She undid the buttons of his pants, yanking them open in one
go.
Pop, pop, pop.
His cock sprang out and strained upwards through his
underwear in the candlelight. She pulled his pants to his ankles.
He was moaning, trying to speak but still nothing clear came
through.

"Melaghhh."

He could suffer a little while longer.

This would be something he would never
forget if he lived to be a hundred.

She stood back for a few seconds more and
watched him struggle with his bonds. No man had ever allowed her to
do this before. No man had ever asked this of her. His body was
even more perfect than she could have imagined. Like every girl,
she wanted her man to be funny, charming, commanding, and loving.
But there had to be something physical too, and by God, Daniel had
it in spades. He looked like he worked out for hours every day and
yet he obviously couldn't with the lifestyle he led.

Whatever. It was all hers now and she
intended to savor every inch of it. She slid his shirt back over
his shoulders to reveal his massive straining biceps.

Her hands went everywhere now. She longed to
touch and feel. Where fingertips weren't enough, she tasted him
with her lips and tongue.

His chest and six-pack were so chiseled and
perfect they could have been Photoshopped from a men's magazine,
but they obviously weren't. They were right there in front of her,
twisting, flexing, and turning. His thighs were massive and
sculpted and she couldn't wait to have them thrusting between her
own. Best of all, right there in the middle, standing to attention
in his Calvin Klein's, the piece de resistance: a member that beat
by nearly twice the size that of her pathetic ex, Brad.

She darted out her hand, eager to take hold
of the shaft and feel its rock hard beauty. A shudder of pleasure
ran through the captive male before her.

Finally, she slowly tugged at his underwear
and slid them down. His ridiculous erection was pulled down as he
groaned and then sprang back up again like a jack in the box.

She would have laughed if she hadn't been so
desperate to satisfy herself. Holding back was getting harder and
harder. Her body had been crying out for his since the day they
met, since the day he first came to her rescue in Tête-á-Tête,
risking his new job.

But something made her hold back…

She couldn’t put her finger on it but
something just wasn’t right.

Daniel and torn himself away from her, but
now he was here in front of her obviously exulting in her presence,
even though he couldn’t even see her. She needed to hear him say
the words. She needed to have him beg her to take him. She wanted
his permission and his explicit desire.

She tore the gag from around his mouth and
flung it to the floor. Alex coughed and sputtered. She tore the
blindfold from his brow and stared straight into his eyes. She held
his throbbing cock firmly in her right hand.

"Say it." She said with vixen intensity, as
she tightened her grip against the rage of his erection.

He looked her straight in the eyes, torn
between fear, confusion, and absolute mind-blowing ecstasy.

"Who are you?" He gasped. "I don't know
you!"

He's playing a
game.
A thrill went through her.
Yes! We're just strangers,
she thought,
using each other's
bodies, pure lust, no strings or complications.

"I don't care who you are." She gasped in
reply. "Just fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can."

But the fear in his eyes made her hold back.
She didn’t recognize it. She stepped back from the man in front of
her, releasing him.

"Daniel?" She said. "What is this?"

Twins...
She suddenly remembered. The man in front of
her…

"Who are you?" She whispered.

Chapter
Twenty-Two

Sebastian watched transfixed from the adjacent
bedroom. He couldn’t believe his eyes. It had taken all his
strength not to go to the amorous couple and tear them from each
other. But now he was satisfied, totally. He could take her as his
own without holding anything back.

When he heard her whisper "Who are you?" he
sprang into action.

"Alison, don’t move. I’m right here." He
said.

The woman looked at him in total
confusion.

"It’s me." He insisted. "That’s my twin
brother Alex. Just like I said, impossible to tell apart."

Alex shook his head and stared at his
brother in horror.

"My God, Sebastian. What have you done
now?"

"It’s okay, Alex. You did it. She’s the one.
I know that now for sure."

"What the hell was this?" Alison said with
disgust. "Some weird sex game?"

"Get me out of here, Sebastian. Right
now."

"I will Alex, don’t worry. But first I have
to explain everything to Alison."

"There’s no way to explain this." Alison
looked around frantically for her coat and then covered herself
up.

"Alison, please, you have to listen to me.
Alex, come on bro, explain to her that she’s the one I love."

"Get me out of these damn handcuffs first,
little brother." He said, simmering with rage.

Alison headed towards the door but Sebastian
raced after her and put himself between her and door.

"Alison no. What are you doing?"

"I’m getting out of here! What do you think
I’m doing? I want to get as far away from you two perverts as I
possibly can, now get out of my way."

He didn’t move. The look on his face was
pure fear, desperation, totally unlike the man she had come to know
in the last week.

"Get out of my way." She hissed at him.

"This isn’t how it’s meant to be Alison,
believe me."

"How was it supposed to be? You get off
watching me fuck your twin brother from the other room? Was that
the plan? This was what you wanted to be our perfect first time
together? What kind of sick joke is this?"

"Alison," his eyes were helpless, "you told
me this morning that you would never doubt me--"

"And you told me that I always should."

"You have to trust me on this one,
please."

"Get out of my way or I’m going to start
screaming."

He searched frantically in his pocket, took
something out, and then threw it on the floor.

"Alex, I’m still counting on you." He said
as he turned and left the luxury suite, pulling the door shut
behind him.