Trapped in the Billionaire's Gilded Cage

Chapter Three - Sublime Ecstasy

Rachel felt her back pressed against hard wood, but she barely paid it any attention. Instead, all her focus, all her thoughts, was tied into the sensation of the kiss she was sharing with the man in front of her at the moment. It was hot. It was wet. It was sweet, and yet full of teeth. She felt him draw back a bit, and when she tried to follow his lips, he whispered;

“We’ll have to open this door sometime soon, Miss Wilson. I assume you wouldn’t want to be caught outside like this, no?”

His voice was filled with amusement, which Rachel discovered that she actually rather liked. That timbre unique to him always sent her quivering with unknown sensations. She placed her head on his shoulder and nodded minutely, and Alexander took that as her agreement. He pushed open the door behind her, and they both went stumbling in.

He had scarcely finished closing the door with his leg when they collapsed into each other again and resumed their kissing with frenzy. They weren’t stopping there now, though. When Rachel felt him reaching for the back of her dress, to loosen the clothes from her body, her heart stuttered and her brain started working again.

‘What am I doing?’ she wondered. This hadn’t been the plan. This hadn’t been the plan at all. One moment, they were talking on a balcony in the Plaza, the next they were kissing like their lives depended on it, and now, before she could even blink or assemble a coherent thought here she was, standing in the middle of Alexander’s suite in the Plaza. She was pretty sure there was something against a reporter or journalist sleeping with the subject of their enquiry. This didn’t feel right at all.

Her thoughts were derailed and vanished like dew under the rain when she felt him kiss her neck, and she shivered.

‘Why then, does this feel so right?’

The clothes didn’t last long. The dress fell to the floor, and they were still stumbling blindly around. Rachel followed suit and reached for his lapels, then started unbuttoning his suit jacket and shirt. She felt his large hands skimming all over her body, still protected by a thin white, nearly transparent shift and some underwear, and she shivered when he lingered sensually in some areas and cupped others with aggressive possessiveness.

She didn’t know when they entered his bedroom. The next time she was somewhat coherent was when she’d finally managed to tug his shirt off, and she finally felt the solid crevices of his muscles, like a large impenetrable will holding her steady. Suddenly, she felt something cold against the back of her calves, and when she looked down she saw the large king sized bed behind her. She looked back up in his eyes, darkened with lust and mischievous with unspeakable intentions. He stared back at her in return, cupped her right breast, and spoke;

“I will enjoy taking my time exploring the unknown corners of your body, Miss Wilson,” he said, and Rachel shivered with sheer want at the promise in those words. She didn’t know when her mouth opened and words started tumbling out in reply.

“And I shall enjoy exploring yours, Reddington.” She said, and he laughed at her words.

The next thing she knew, he was throwing her into the bed. She fell into a cocoon of soft sheets, and when she looked up to find his gaze, her throat constricted when she saw what he was doing. With tantalizing slowness, almost as if he intended to tease her to death, Alexander pulled off his trousers, then his boxers, and there he was, exposed in all his glory, a Greek god in human form. Perhaps a better person at the time would focus on the way the light contrasted against his tanned muscles, his almost Mediterranean coloring serving as quite the canvas. Rachel, at that moment, was focused on something quite different.

She didn’t notice when he reached into a hidden compartment of his suit jacket to retrieve his condom. She only jolted to awareness when he began sheathing his nine-inch long member. She shuddered, and their eyes met again, his sparkling with mischievous awareness and an almost predatory lust. He smiled, and joined her in the bed.

“I will make you scream for me,” was his whisper in her ear as he leaned into her. He removed her shift, undid her bra, and took his sweet time dragging her panties down her long, sublime legs.

“Exquisite.”

“What?”

“Your legs. A woman’s legs can be just as alluring as her breasts,” he fondled her chest, pinching her n*****s, “and her posterior,” he grabbed her ass cheeks and pressed her against him, “if not more, since there’s no chance her legs can be fake. In a world of implants, the legs stand supreme.”

She snorted with laughter; “Oh really?”

“Yes really,” he said, and when she began to speak again, he silenced her with his mouth, and she lost herself once again in their heated kisses. She would’ve been content to remain there for eternity, but a finger brushing up against her most sacred of places, her c******s, jolted her to awareness.

“Wha-?”

“Can I enter you, my lady Wilson?” he asked, and Rachel was pent up enough to collapse right then and there due to how sexy his voice was, and how he even bothered to take permission at all.

“Of course, Reddington. I’m all yours for the night.”

The penetration itself was a curious affair. All she felt was a stretching of her walls, a filling up of her innermost parts and a slight bit of pain. It was satisfactory, yes, and one could almost say fulfilling, yet it was nothing in comparison to what came next. He retreated, and she felt empty again for a split second, but then he plunged back into her hole before she had even a second to think and oh… oh… that was true pleasure.

He penetrated her again, and again, and again, and Rachel felt bolts of flame spearing through her veins, injecting her with vitality. He placed her back against the bed again and started sucking on her n*****s, and the pleasure doubled.

“Ah!” she cried, and from the edges of her awareness she heard him chuckling.

“Do you want more, Miss Wilson? Do you want to be driven to the precipice of absolution, and perhaps beyond?”

“Yes, oh yes.” Was all she could say in reply; perhaps that was all she needed to say. She felt him flick at her c******s, and her first orgasm that night crashed through her with the force of a thousand suns.