Alex”
“You are sadly mistaken, I love Robert, and I live for him. There’s no one like
him. This thing you and I have is nothing more than sexual infatuation, it will
eventually fizzle and it leave us with nothing” I began.
“You will lose your wife and your kids and I will lose my husband and my best
friend, and I’m sorry but you’re not worth the sacrifice” I said regretting my
cold words but he needed to hear it.
He looked at me dejected, searching my eyes for a hint of lies but I was
unreadable.
Just then there was a knock on the door. He got up and quickly put his pants
on, took out his wallet and grabbed a twenty dollar bill out of it and gave it
to the delivery man, leaving my twenty on the bed.
He took the bags and put them on the little dining table in the suite. Opened
them and took out the contents. I had ordered a la carte fillet mignon with
salad and chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. There was a bottle of my
favorite wine in the there too. He placed the food trays side by side, too
close to sit on separate chairs. He poured some wine in the Dixie cups provided
by the room and set the strawberries aside. When he was done he looked at me
“Take it all off, but leave the shoes” he ordered. I looked at him puzzled but
he was determined that’s what he wanted, so I undressed in front of him.
He sat down on the chair and called me over to come to him. When I was close,
he reached out for me and sat me on his lap, putting one of my legs over the
arm rest and the other between his legs, leaving me wide open. I licked my lips
at how erotic this was becoming. He reached over and began to cut the steak
into smaller pieces, my breasts were nearly on his face which made me giggle a
bit. He took a piece of steak and fed it to me, then he took one for himself.
“This is weird” I muttered. He raised his eyebrows and took some salad this
time and fed it to me. “On the contrary Alexandra, you like a man that
dominates you, a man that makes every decision for you, a man that’s a tyrant
and treats you like you’re his personal property.” he said mockingly trying to
sound like Robert. He was about to fed me a piece of steak but I stopped him,
swapping the fork away from his hand. I was livid.
I tried to get up but he held me down putting his arms around my back holding
me in place.
“Fuck you Marc”
He closed his eyes and put his head on my chest “I’m sorry” he whispered.
I exhaled composing myself from the verge of losing my shit.
“Fucked up thing is, I know he loves you, probably more than you love him, I
see it in his eyes, when he’s around you, you made him the way he is, he’d be
lost without you and now I understand why” he spoke softly.
I was silent, I couldn’t think of anything to say. All I had was the tears that
began rolling down my face.
He picked me up in his arms and carried me to bed where he gently laid me down,
he laid beside me and put the covers on us. He passionately kissed me,
caressing my face and my hair, embracing me, touching me, loving me. We did
nothing but kissed for a long time, holding my hands, leaving the sexual
gratification out of it. “Let me make love to you” he whispered looking into my
eyes. I caressed his hair and his face and kissed him again pulling him on top
of me. He entered me slowly and gently, kissing me, keeping a gentle rhythm
between us. There was nothing dirty or wrong about it, we were making love for
the first and last time. We came together while he had his lips locked with
mine which made the experience very personal and emotional for us. I knew he
cared for me but he wasn’t going to say it. Saying it would sever everything we
had in our outside lives and we both knew it.
At around ten minutes to one, we left the room together. We had to walk a long
hallway, he was going to take the stairs and I the elevator, we were making our
way when I heard my name called out and I froze.
“Fuck” I muttered.
“Hey sis, I know
“You are sadly mistaken, I love Robert, and I live for him. There’s no one like
him. This thing you and I have is nothing more than sexual infatuation, it will
eventually fizzle and it leave us with nothing” I began.
“You will lose your wife and your kids and I will lose my husband and my best
friend, and I’m sorry but you’re not worth the sacrifice” I said regretting my
cold words but he needed to hear it.
He looked at me dejected, searching my eyes for a hint of lies but I was
unreadable.
Just then there was a knock on the door. He got up and quickly put his pants
on, took out his wallet and grabbed a twenty dollar bill out of it and gave it
to the delivery man, leaving my twenty on the bed.
He took the bags and put them on the little dining table in the suite. Opened
them and took out the contents. I had ordered a la carte fillet mignon with
salad and chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. There was a bottle of my
favorite wine in the there too. He placed the food trays side by side, too
close to sit on separate chairs. He poured some wine in the Dixie cups provided
by the room and set the strawberries aside. When he was done he looked at me
“Take it all off, but leave the shoes” he ordered. I looked at him puzzled but
he was determined that’s what he wanted, so I undressed in front of him.
He sat down on the chair and called me over to come to him. When I was close,
he reached out for me and sat me on his lap, putting one of my legs over the
arm rest and the other between his legs, leaving me wide open. I licked my lips
at how erotic this was becoming. He reached over and began to cut the steak
into smaller pieces, my breasts were nearly on his face which made me giggle a
bit. He took a piece of steak and fed it to me, then he took one for himself.
“This is weird” I muttered. He raised his eyebrows and took some salad this
time and fed it to me. “On the contrary Alexandra, you like a man that
dominates you, a man that makes every decision for you, a man that’s a tyrant
and treats you like you’re his personal property.” he said mockingly trying to
sound like Robert. He was about to fed me a piece of steak but I stopped him,
swapping the fork away from his hand. I was livid.
I tried to get up but he held me down putting his arms around my back holding
me in place.
“Fuck you Marc”
He closed his eyes and put his head on my chest “I’m sorry” he whispered.
I exhaled composing myself from the verge of losing my shit.
“Fucked up thing is, I know he loves you, probably more than you love him, I
see it in his eyes, when he’s around you, you made him the way he is, he’d be
lost without you and now I understand why” he spoke softly.
I was silent, I couldn’t think of anything to say. All I had was the tears that
began rolling down my face.
He picked me up in his arms and carried me to bed where he gently laid me down,
he laid beside me and put the covers on us. He passionately kissed me,
caressing my face and my hair, embracing me, touching me, loving me. We did
nothing but kissed for a long time, holding my hands, leaving the sexual
gratification out of it. “Let me make love to you” he whispered looking into my
eyes. I caressed his hair and his face and kissed him again pulling him on top
of me. He entered me slowly and gently, kissing me, keeping a gentle rhythm
between us. There was nothing dirty or wrong about it, we were making love for
the first and last time. We came together while he had his lips locked with
mine which made the experience very personal and emotional for us. I knew he
cared for me but he wasn’t going to say it. Saying it would sever everything we
had in our outside lives and we both knew it.
At around ten minutes to one, we left the room together. We had to walk a long
hallway, he was going to take the stairs and I the elevator, we were making our
way when I heard my name called out and I froze.
“Fuck” I muttered.
“Hey sis, I know
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