The Swiss Escape

Understanding

I sat on the arm of the chair where Alex sits. His arm is around me. Alex’s family is terrible to him. They even called him dramatic. So, I am a little passive-aggressive. I am being friendly but making comments to get my point across.

Hearing how Alex spoke of Kayla makes me want to rethink our relationship. Maybe he should be a parental role. Clearly, he cares about her, and if he and I ever have another child together, it will seem odd for him, not parent one but parent the other. We may just need to set up boundaries.

I look at Alex, his strong jaw, his golden hair, and his beautiful green eyes. Alex looks over at me and winks. It almost makes me want to giggle. I’m happy he stands up for himself with his family, and I am more impressed he stuck up for Kayla.

I listen as Alex talks to his parents. From what I understand, it isn’t the friendliest conversation. There are a few words I don’t understand, but I can get the overall theme. Alex’s mother is demanding he gets back in contact with them. That he has brought shame to them with his lack of involvement, she brings up a friend that lives in a different country than his parents but still visits them twice a year. Alex has not seen his family in four years. It’s heartbreaking. Johnny’s parents lived in Florida, but we still saw them once a year.

Alex’s father finally says the words I know Alex is longing to hear. “Wir wissen, dass Sie dachten, das Kind gehört Ihnen. Vielleicht mussten wir besser damit umgehen, aber die Vergangenheit sollte die Vergangenheit sein.”

From what I could understand, they realized Alex thought Lana’s child was his, and they could have handled the situation differently. But they want to move forward. I look over at Alex; all his muscles look tense. My eyes travel down to his shoulders. It’s clear he works out; his pectoral muscles show through his tight grey shirt.

Hearing his father’s words, Alex looks confused. He asks them to give him some time to think. Looking at me, Alex asks in English, “Would you be willing to help me cook for everyone tomorrow? We can have them over and discuss things further. If you don’t want them around Kayla, I am sure Mila will take her for a few hours.”

“I don’t mind. Kayla has a secure attachment, so don’t worry about her. I don’t mind cooking as long as you tell me something they like, or is there something specific you want me to cook?” I look at him and smile.

His family looks annoyed; we are speaking in English. “You have yet to cook anything I don’t like. We can go shopping tomorrow while Kayla is at school.” Alex places his hand on my knee.

Looking at his family, he tells them to give him time to think and invites them to come over tomorrow for dinner. They nod and quickly leave. The second they do, Alex turns to me. “Where were we?” He grabs my hand and leads me back to his room.

Once we get into his room, Alex moves behind me. “You did well with my parents,” I tell him, thank you. His arms wrap around me, and he places a light kiss on my neck. Then in a low voice, “I also found it amusing when you called Lana a bad parent.”

“I didn’t mean she’s a bad parent. I was more pointing out that I know she lied earlier. Denis isn’t a bad child, I think he wants more attention, but I believe she’s doing the best she can. I never want to shame another mother because she parents differently.” A small part of me feels bad. I should feel sorry for Lana. Her situation is entirely her fault, but I do think she wants what’s best for her son.

My thoughts were interrupted by Alex’s hands over my body. “I wish you didn’t put clothes back on; I would have gotten them to leave sooner if you didn’t come out there.” Alex’s hands cup my breasts. “Is it bad that the entire time my parents were here, the only thing I could think about was your body? How irresistible you are in my bed. That the only thing I wanted was for them to leave so I could be with you.” Alex quickly spins me around; his hands go down to my bottom. I feel him give a light squeeze. “You were naughty, Schatzi. I told you to stay naked in this room. But you didn’t. How should we fix that?”

I smile at him, “I could take off my clothes now.” I can see the hunger in his eyes. Stepping back, I slowly remove my shirt. I can feel Alex’s eyes on me. Slowly I undo the button of my jeans and pull them down. After stepping out of them, I turn around, unhooking my bra. I hold the cups in place, then turn back around. I pull one arm out of the strap, then the other, finally I let the bra fall to the floor. Alex’s breath has quickened, and I know I am affecting him. Grabbing the waistband of my underwear, I slowly pull them down.

Once I am completely naked, I look up at Alex. Before I know what is happening, Alex grabs me and pushes me across the bed. He frantically removes his shirt and pants. The moment his clothes are off, he gets on top of me. “I know we said I would tie you, but you just gave me the most amazing striptease.” His mouth crashes into mine with a bruising kiss. My lips are already slightly parted, ready to welcome Alex’s tongue. He doesn’t make me wait.

When he pulls back, we are both breathless. Alex’s hands move down my body. He teases my n*****s with his fingers, then travels down my waist to my hips. I spread my legs wide for him. I feel his hands move over my inner thighs. Alex’s eyes stare at my s*x. I feel the embarrassment turn my cheeks pink. Alex licks his lips before moving off the bed. Just as I am about to ask what he is doing, his mouth comes down on my s*x. Alex flicks his tongue over the little bundle of nerves. Then his tongue pushes into my slit. Alex’s lips and tongue go back to the bundle of nerves. Alex vibrates my c**t when he groans with his lips on my s*x. The stimulation causes me to orgasm.

I cry out in pleasure. Alex pulls away. “Rollover on your hands and knees.” I do as he says and quickly get into the position. I hear Alex lining himself up to enter me. “I am not going to go easy on you, Schatzi, I want you to be as loud as you want.” Alex brings his hand down with a loud smack. This is the third time anyone has ever spanked me, and both times were Alex.

I feel my muscles contract from his strike. The ache for him only increases. Alex pushes into me. True to his word, he doesn’t go easy on me. Alex drives his way deep inside me. I cry out his name. Before I have enough time to adjust to his size, Alex begins moving. This time he isn’t holding back. His thrusts are punishing, almost bruising. Yet, I don’t want him to stop.

Alex repositions himself at a different angle; his movements become more intense. I bite down on the blanket to stifle my screams. Alex’s hand comes down with another hard smack. “Let me hear you, Schatzi. Show me that you’re enjoying this. I want the neighbors to hear you.”

I scream out and beg for more. The more I beg, the more Alex gives me. When the fourth orgasm occurs, I feel Alex’s c**k twitch inside me. As he finds his release, his thrusts slow. I feel Alex bite my shoulder, then kiss it. “I love you, Kamryn.” We are both out of breath and covered in sweat.

Alex collapses next to me. “I love you, Alex.” He looks at me and smiles.