The Stranger

Chapter 22 - Alex

The ride home was silent. Cassandra leaned into me, her head on my chest, her body warm but tense. I held her close, letting the stillness stretch between us.

When we arrived at the hotel, I took off my jacket and hung it neatly in the closet by the door. Cassandra walked in ahead of me, her steps slow, her face pensive.

"I'm sorry I ruined the night," she said, turning to face me.

I closed the distance between us, placing my hands gently on her shoulders. "You didn't ruin anything." I kissed her forehead, holding her close for a few moments. "Now, be a good girl and get ready for bed."

"Yes, Sir," she replied, her voice soft as her face pressed into my chest. I felt the corners of her lips curl into a small smile before she pulled away and headed to the bathroom. She still looked stunning in that black dress, her silhouette captivating.

As she disappeared behind the door, I stood by the bed, scrolling through work emails on my phone. It wasn't long before Cassandra returned, her eyes mischievous, the pink vibrator in her hand.

"It's a shame we didn't use this enough," she teased, stepping closer. "I guess there's always next time."

"There is," I replied, my voice low. "Plenty of opportunities, I hope."

She moved close enough for her breath to ghost over my lips, leaning in as if to kiss me but stopping just short.

"You little tease," I muttered with a smirk.

Without warning, she pushed me onto the bed and straddled me, lifting her dress to settle her legs comfortably on either side of my hips. Her lips met mine in a cascade of perfectly placed kisses, soft and passionate. Her tongue danced with mine, igniting a fire that surged through me.

My hands found her bare skin beneath the dress, gripping her ass firmly.

"Fuck me," she whispered in my ear, her voice a plea that sent shivers down my spine.

I tangled my hand in her hair, gently pulling her head back to meet my gaze. "First of all, don't tell me what to do," I said firmly. "Second of all, where are your manners?"

"Fuck me, please, Sir," she corrected, her breath hitching.

"That's better."

I sat up, her legs wrapping around me as I pulled her head back further to expose her neck. My lips grazed her skin, and I felt her body respond with a quiet sigh. My hand found the zipper on her dress, slowly drawing it down as I kissed her shoulders.

Standing with her still in my arms, her legs clinging to my waist, I carried her effortlessly. Our lips clashed, teeth bumping in a moment of unrestrained laughter that made my chest tighten with adoration. Her giggle, that beautiful sound, urged me to capture her bottom lip between my teeth. I gently let her down to her feet.

Behind her now, I finished undoing her zip, peeling the dress away as my lips followed its path. Down her back, down her legs, until she stepped out of it. She stood before me in nothing but black heels, a lacy G-string, a matching bra, and the necklace I'd given her earlier.

I kissed up the back of her legs, over her curves, and along her spine, stopping at the nape of her neck. Turning her to face me, I claimed her lips again, my kiss deep and consuming. Without breaking contact, I pushed her onto the bed.

Kneeling between her legs, I kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs, taking my time. Just as I reached the edge of her G-string, I stopped, teasing her with a kiss against the fabric.

"I've been wanting to taste you all night," I said.

She shivered as I lightly touched her over the lace, enough to taunt but not to satisfy.

"Please, Sir," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "I want to feel you."

"Anything for my girl," I murmured, my lips brushing her skin as I slipped her G-string down. It was drenched. "I love how wet you get for me."

"Thank you, Sir," she said breathlessly. "I love being wet for you."

I pulled her hips closer, my lips finding her clit while my fingers slid inside her. The wet heat of her consumed me as I worked her body, her moans spilling out like music. She gripped my hair, her thighs trembling.

"Not yet, princess," I said, pulling back just as her body tensed.

"Oh my God," she whined. "Please make me cum. Please, Sir, stick your cock inside me..."

I stood, unbuttoning my trousers and letting them fall. Taking my cock in hand, I teased her entrance, rubbing it against her clit and watching her writhe.

"Is this what you want, baby? You want this cock in your wet hole?"

"Yes, please," she gasped.

"Say it," I demanded, continuing to tease her.

"Please, Sir, put your hard cock in me. I'm so hungry for it."

"Good girl."

Instead of entering her, I knelt by her face, pressing my cock to her lips. "Show me how much you love it."

Her mouth enveloped me eagerly, her eyes closing as she took me deep. I picked up the pink vibrator she'd left on the bed, placing it against her clit and turning it on.

She squirmed beneath the toy's vibrations, struggling to keep sucking as pleasure overtook her body.

"Please, Sir, let me cum," she pleaded, her voice muffled.

"You can cum, but only if you keep sucking," I commanded.

"Yes, Sir," she murmured, taking me back into her mouth.

"Cum for me, baby girl. Give me your orgasm."

Her body shuddered violently as she climaxed, her moans vibrating against my cock. I twisted her nipple gently, eliciting a perfect mix of pain and pleasure as her orgasm surged through her.

"Good girl," I praised, moving between her legs. "But I'm not done with you."

I entered her in one smooth thrust, her wet heat wrapping around me. She whimpered, unable to form words, as I fucked her hard. Turning her onto her side, I kept going, one hand gripping her ass while my other teased her tightest spot.

"You've got one more for me, baby. Can you do that?"

She nodded, her eyes locked on mine, her body giving in completely. Moments later, she cried out, her walls clenching around me as she came again. Her orgasm triggered mine, and I groaned as I filled her.

Tears welled in her eyes as I gathered her into my arms, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead.

"Thank you, princess," I whispered.