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The Heiress and the Hacker [[Silva & Quix]]

If the pornographer had possessed more time, he'd have happily suppressed his burning need to sink his meat into the teenager's tight, dripping cunt, and allowed her to assume greater control. As much as the audience would enjoy watching Sophie treated as a fucktoy, good for nothing but having her holes stuffed, they'd gain voyeuristic gratification from witnessing her independently tease, and urge men on. The dichotomy, in their minds, would provide further confirmation of her true slutty nature, and that despite any protests uttered to the contrary, the still unaware Co-ed was loving every fucking minute of her fledgling porn career.

However, with his fabrication of the potential swim-wear contract, and clients clamouring for updates of the website, time was of the essence. The sooner Sophie, satiated, youthful skin glowing in the aftermath of an orgasm, and confidence in her boyfriends best intentions for her, restored, the better. So, as she ground her soaked slit against his erection, Adam retook control, and sunk his shaft, balls-deep, into her dripping hole. The moans emanating from her mouth, and the expression of arousal that crossed her features when he briefly squeezed her throat, then tangled his fingers into her hair and bit her neck, told him that she didn't particularly mind.

Adam's sounds of pleasure soon matched hers, as flesh slapped against flesh, and he relentlessly pistoned his meat in and out of her sopping cunt. With her hips undulating, and Sophie driving herself back down on his cock, her walls clenching and squeezing his shaft, tits bouncing, and the girl working her clit, it wasn't long before he climaxed. Eyes rolling back in his head, Levine's body snapped back in the chair, and accompanied with a more of pure ecstasy, he exploded, continuing to spasm and cry out until the teenager's convulsing pussy had fully milked him of his load.

"Damn, you're incredible." Panting from exertion, and coming down from the heights of his orgasm, the pornographers exclamation wasn't a lie. For five minutes or so, after she fell against him, with his thighs and legs coated her juices, and Adam's seed leaking from her pussy, he wrapped his arms around the teen, kissed and caressed her, and whispered compliments in her ear. Then, after what he hoped was an appropriate amount of time spent on aftercare and affection, so as not to elicit subsequent suspicion or anger, he lifted Sophie off him, and to her feet.

"As much as I'd love to spend the entire day like this, I've preparations to finish for tomorrow, so why don't you take the envelope with your name on it from my top drawer, and purchase some new outfits for the trip." Adam smiled and issued a playful slap to the Co-eds's butt as he stood with her, followed by a kiss on the lips. "I'll pick you up at 9am?" Five-thousand dollars cash; payment for her previous night's performance; and the chance to go wild at the mall, would hopefully keep Sophie happily occupied and out of his hair until then.

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The following evening:

"Fucking Hawaii." Ensconced in the same Hotel room, Richard Treloar had attempted to contact Adam Levine via the cell-phone number gained through the correspondence with Karl Williams. The least he could do was be the one to handle the negotiations, and keep Lexi away from needing to deal with the slimeball until it was absolutely necessary. He'd also wanted to hear the man's voice, and gauge his sincerity.

The day had been frustrating, for the calls had continually gone through to voice-mail, and not daring to leave a message, he'd needed to restrain his impatience and exasperation. Eventually, in the afternoon, after the pornographer had finished fucking his eighteen-year-old budding porn star, Richard had gotten through, only to discover that Adam was departing the mainland next day. Definitely interested, after he'd recovered from the initial surprise, Levine had advised the Hacker in no uncertain terms that it'd either need to await his return, or for the exchange to occur in Hawaii.

Richard hadn't mentioned the mirth in the man's tone, or his obvious recognition of the Hacker's desperation, to Lexi once the call had ended. Neither did he mention it to her when he approached later, and placed his hands on her waist. "We'll have to risk it." Mind preoccupied by potential pitfalls and dangers, particularly in regards to if Blair Huntington had the wherewithal to obtain passenger flight manifestos, Treloar hadn't spent as much time comforting his lover as he should have.

Scanning her face, he forced a confident smile. "Leave it as late as possible, purchase flights to a number of different destinations at the airport tomorrow as a red-herring, and go underground when we arrive. If by any chance they track our real movements, we'll have the film before they find us, and that's all we need. Just continue to trust me, baby, can you do that?"
 
After making the decision to contact the infamous Adam Levine and arrange for the trade of damning evidence – on both sides – time seemed to alternately slow down and speed up at the same time. Being holed up in the same hotel room from the night of their escape didn’t help either, for the heiress had quickly grown tired of looking at the same four walls and pacing back and forth on the carpet as they discussed their plans and how they would contact this man. When Richard said he would handle the negotiations Lexi didn’t fight him on it, honestly not wanting any more involvement than strictly necessary to get their deal done and get the hell out of town. She was afraid that if she spoke to the man herself she might lose her nerve and change her mind – but they needed that video evidence too much for her to get cold feet.

As the day progressed she could see Richard getting frustrated with each failed attempt to contact the pornographer. Eventually though the call did go through, and instead of listening to a one side conversation the socialite slunk into the attached bathroom to give her lover some space and to give herself some time to think. As she waited for him to finish the call she inspected herself in the mirror, one hand gingerly lifting the oversized sweater she was cocooned in to reveal the purple and yellow bruises that dotted her torso. From her muscle stiffness when moving around she knew her backside and thighs would be even worse but she couldn’t bring herself to look at those just yet. When she only heard silence from the bedroom she reluctantly left the bathroom to face her lover, simultaneously dreading and anticipating how soon they would be meeting this Adam person.

The mention of Hawaii put an immediate hold on their plans, and confusion plastered the socialite’s face. “We have to meet him in Hawaii? What the fuck?” Lexi chuckled humorlessly as she sat heavily onto the bed. “Why can’t anything be easy for once?” She could tell this was stressful for both of them, and she appreciated Richard’s attempts to soothe her anxiety. The heiress stood when he approached her, and she wrapped her arms around his middle to anchor herself. She rested her cheek against his chest, words muffled slightly as she spoke morosely. “Of course I trust you… this is just a lot harder than I thought it would be.” She was worried that the delay and added layer of difficulty in getting out of Los Angeles would give Karl and her father enough time to find them.

“But we have to do this, so let’s just be extra careful getting out of town so we can get this over with.” She forced a layer of enthusiasm and confidence into her tone, although she wasn’t sure if it was convincing to either of them.
 
Treloar's outward air of confidence was mostly a facade; a concerted effort to keep both of their spirits buoyed. Two days cooped up in the hotel room, the walls seeming to relentlessly close in on them further by the minute, and the knowledge they were sitting ducks being hunted by Huntington's goons, had lowered his morale. Enough, at times, to even begin to wonder if Lexi would have been better off if he'd never re-entered her life.

However, the man didn't allow those inner musings to show in his demeanour, aware it was the situation exacerbating the depressing thoughts, and his mindset would eventually brighten. Which it did somewhat when Levine finally deigned to answer his phone, and the Heiress left him to his own devices. At least he was doing something. Call completed by the time she returned, Richard swallowed the remnants of anger elicited by the smug tone on the other end of the line, and allowed the comfort of Lexi's arms sliding around his waist, accompanied by her words of trust, to soothe his guilt.

Nuzzling her hair, Treloar attempted to put a positive spin on their situation, to counter the moroseness evident in the Socialite's tone. "We're together baby. Despite all that's happened, Karl's discovery, the surprise trip to LA, being trapped in the Mansion, we've outwitted them each time, and come out safe and unharmed. We will again." The Hacker remained oblivious to the bruises adorning the Socialite's skin, and the price she'd paid to ensure their apparent previous success. After taking a deep breath, and exhaling, Richard hooked Lexi's chin with a finger, and lifted her head so that he could look into her eyes. "Levine's demanded you go alone."

He'd debated keeping the details unrevealed until closer to the meeting, the precise date and time of which remained to be confirmed, but he couldn't. She needed to know. "You'll take the photographs, and a flash drive; same as I provided to access your home network. Once he's ascertained the veracity of the images, and you, of the film, you'll insert the drive, enabling me to control his computer and download the footage, and sign a legal release, transferring all rights to the photo's over to him. If the video becomes public, he'll claim that I hacked in and stole it."

The thought of Lexi in the company of the pornographer as he ogled her naked images, and his lover being forced to endure witnessing at least part of what had occurred between some eighteen-year-old strumpet and her own Father, sent a shiver of disgust down Richard's spine. That he'd had negotiated the terms of the deal, and relayed them to Lexi as fait accompli decisions made without her input, also caused him to instinctively tighten his hold on her body, subconsciously concerned the Heiress might attempt to escape a man who'd betrayed her. Still, he fought off the urge to explain or apologise, and refused to let his eyes wander from her face, or voice to falter. Stay in control, stay strong, don't display doubt.

"As for tomorrow, I'll switch the plates over on my vehicle with another in the lot. We'll leave before dawn, and drive North to Vegas, rather than risk LAX, which they're more likely to have covered." Richard hoped instigating action would help alleviate the sense of impending doom that continued to lurk at the back of his mind. "Regardless, it might take a few days, but with the vast resources at your Father's disposal, we have to assume he will track our movements, and then be able to put men on the ground in all of the destinations we book. If you don't think you can go through with it when we arrive in Hawaii, tell me now, Lexi. We'll only have one chance."
 
Alexandra would never be able to forget the way that her father’s head of security brutalized her. It would be easy to blame him for assaulting her and painting her fair skin with bruises, but the worst part about her captive time in the manor was that on some level she had been complicit. She had agreed to Karl’s terms in order to spare Richard’s life and to buy them enough time to get out of the mansion. Lexi hadn’t been prepared for the level of violence and degradation that Karl had inflicted upon her, leaving bruises and bite marks as evidence of his ardor on her body. Richard’s list of the situations they’ve overcome bolstered her mood slightly, but she couldn’t help but wonder in the back of her mind if the price she’d paid was worth their relative freedom. “I hope you’re right.”

Her words were a whisper as he lifted her chin so that their eyes could meet, no pretenses between them. Her lover’s next words were a bombshell – the revelation that she would need to conduct the transaction without him there immediately initiating her mental brakes. “He wants me to go alone? For what purpose? I don’t know if I can do this…” The socialite’s emotions were a whirlwind, her anxiety immediately rising at this wrench in their plans. She had envisioned the two of them meeting clandestinely with the pornographer, swapping her photographs for the video and then getting the hell out of there. Now knowing that she would essentially need to broker a deal with Adam Levine and convince him that her nude photos were worthy enough for a swap made her feel almost as dirty as she had with Karl.

“Treloar can pimp you out. Daddy would be so proud." Something the Head of Security had taunted her with while he had fucked her came to mind, and unconsciously she recoiled back from Richard. The circle of his arms around her back didn’t let her escape very far, but it was enough so that she could put a whisper of space between them. Logically she knew that wasn’t his intention, and that Adam Levine was the one who wanted those terms but it still didn’t erase the feeling of abandonment that was swelling inside of her. She tried to concentrate on the plan to get them to Hawaii undetected, nodding in agreement that going out to Vegas would be their best bet, but it was clear from the way he questioned her that her crumbling resolve was displayed on her face.

Lexi pulled herself completely from his grasp and began to pace agitatedly back and forth across the short length of their hotel room, trying to order her thoughts coherently. “I really don’t know if I can, Richard. All of this is just so much after…” She stopped abruptly there, her mind unwillingly going back to her time at the manor. “After all that’s happened.” The heiress continued flatly. She felt almost physically ill at the thought of having to face Adam and negotiate with such a terrible person, but she couldn’t go back to the life she’d been living before Richard came back into the picture. “We have no choice though. I have no choice. And I’m not going back to my father.” There was a note of finality in her voice.
 
Richard, as best he could, articulated the details of the planned meeting in a direct, businesslike manner, as it allowed him to focus on concrete action. He needed to maintain a calm demeanour, and in control, more for his own sake than Lexi's, fearful that revealing his innermost concerns and mental turmoil could induce the Heiress to respond in the same vein. If that were to occur, he was uncertain if he could deal with the emotional fallout, which could be potentially much more intense than his own. For, despite what he'd endured, it paled in comparison to Lexi, who'd constantly been the one victimised and forced to face the threat of imminent consequence, whilst he'd remained free to decide the next move on his own terms.

It hadn't been Treloar who'd risked discovery placing the flash-drive in Huntington's home network, nor was it him who'd been forced to travel to LA, confronted by Karl Williams, and imprisoned in a room, unsure if his lover would arrive to whisk him to safety in time to avoid the retribution that would undoubtedly follow as punishment for his perceived crimes. If he'd desired, he could have walked away anytime, leaving Lexi in the clutches of her Father, and gone on with the rest of his life. Not that he'd ever have abandoned Alexandra, but the fact was that he'd always possessed choices, where she hadn't. Now he expected her to play the victim once more, this time willingly, and suffer humiliation in a scenario arranged by her lover.

As gut-wrenching as it was for the Hacker, he couldn't even begin to imagine what went through Lexi's mind when he relayed that she'd meet with the pornographer alone, images of her naked body on full display for him to comment on, and from his position of power, use to verbally degrade her. That, Treloar knew with innate certainty, was the purpose behind Levine's demand. However, it was best not to contemplate it, or delve into further detail, for what other option had he had, but to agree? "I don't think he trusts me not to beat the crap out of him. It's the type of man he is, Lexi, a coward, who preys on the weak. But you're not weak, and although I won't be there, I'll only be a phone call away. " Hints of the restrained anger he'd been keeping under wraps escaped Richard, as Alexandra's anxious reaction elicited a brief expression of anguish and remorse. Reluctantly, he released her fully from his grasp.

Not surprised at the initial negative response, he bit his lip and resisted the temptation to offer advice or encouragement as she paced the room. Hopefully the Heiress would arrive at what he believed could be the only correct verdict, of her own volition. When it eventually came, Richard did all he could to not betray his relief. "We really don't have a choice. I wish I could say something to make it easier, however, I can't, but we will get through it. Your strength and determination are the reasons I could never forget you. Anyone else would have bowed to the whims of your Father by now, but not the Alexandria Huntington I fell in love with. She's a fighter."

Forcing a smile, but with a guilty conscience holding him back from approaching to offer his arms for comfort, not even sure if he did so soon after the part he'd had to play in the decision just reached that Alexandra would accept his embrace, Treloar stepped to the window. He drew back the curtains, and surveyed the moonlit parking lot in silence for half a minute, then returned his gaze to Lexi's. "It's going to be a long day, so at least one of us should try and get some rest. I'll keep watch."
 
Naturally when they finally had a plan in place fate decides to throw a wrench in things, and force them to work even harder to be free from her father’s far reaching influence. It would have been nerve-wracking enough to meet up with Adam Levine somewhere in the city to exchange the photos for the video evidence, let alone adding the extra challenge of now having to fly to meet him. Lexi wasn’t particularly confident in her ability to pull through this new challenge without any problems, but she appreciated Richard’s faith in her nonetheless. He didn’t think she was weak, but he also didn’t know how easily she had given in to Karl’s demands just to spare herself some physical pain. She hadn’t come out of that situation unscathed despite acquiescing to the head of security’s twisted demands, and she was afraid of how much she would have to give up to get through the upcoming one.

Weakly she smiled up at her lover, trying to bolster her own confidence through his. “I know we don’t have a choice…but I wish we did. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy but damn, this just keeps getting harder.” The heiress paused to watch him step to the window and glance outside, the anger and uncertainty suddenly draining from her tense body when she finally took notice of how hard he was trying to protect her. She realized that unconsciously she was trying to build barriers between them and take her frustration out on him since he was the only target, when in reality he was only trying to do his best for her. With a sigh she stepped over to meet him at the window, her arms sliding around him from behind and her chin lifting to rest on his shoulder. “Thank you..for coming to get me. And staying with me. I don’t know how much longer I could have stayed in that hell hole.”

Her blue eyes squeezed shut tightly as if she could block out memories from that time, so fresh in her memory. “Without you we wouldn’t have made it as far as we already have,” She paused and minutely tightened her embrace around his midsection, before removing her arms from around him and instead guiding him to sit upon the bed. Lexi settled herself upon his lap, straddling him with parted thighs. One hand traced the hard angle of his jaw and she met his gaze squarely. “If you hadn’t crashed the party that night I wouldn’t even have the courage to want to change my situation…so thank you. I love you. I know that we’ll make it through this as long as we’re together.”
 
Noting Alexandra move toward him, Richard returned his attention to the window, and watched her reflection approach in the class, not sure what to expect. Even though her apparent acceptance of the reality that they possessed no other options, had no matter how hard it was, had calmed in, he mentally prepared himself for a potential change of heart, where all blame would be laid, rightfully, at his feet. However, it appeared that pessimism was only a product of his guilty conscience, and his fears were soothed when, instead of anger, or a continuation of the discussion about Levine, she enveloped him in her arms.

The words of appreciation that accompanied Lexi's touch comforted him more than he could have expressed - hopefully she was aware that any sacrifices he asked his lover to make, he'd be prepared to make equal those of his own - and elicited a sigh of relief, Richard allowed the drawn curtain to fall back into place, and leaned back against her. "We'd been apart for too long."

After she broke the embrace, and guided him to the bed, Richard contentedly complied; no longer requiring the excuse of keeping to sentry to avoid crowding her with his possibly unwanted presence, and met her blue eyes as she settled in his lap. "We'll prove to your Father that together, we're stronger than he ever could be. That, sometimes, the good guys win." Unaware, as he spoke, that the only reason he'd been able to secure the release of Lexi from the mansion, was because one of her Father's minions had already triumphed over the Heiress, and allowed it to happen. Any victory so far, was a hollow one.

"I don't know if that's true." Her next comment wresting a smile from him, he tilted his head to nuzzle her palm as she traced his jaw. "You've always been strong, and that strength was the source of my greatest fear." Raising his eyes back to hers, Richard slid a hand up the clasp the back of her neck, and brought her down for a kiss. "I'd come for you one day, only to discover that you'd escaped, vanished without a trace, and I'd forever curse myself for not having found the courage until it was too late. God, I love you." As he uttered the last word, Richard bucked, twisted, and rolled Lexi onto the bed.

The renewed sense of closeness her proximity and touches had brought with them, in contrast to the previous tension, had resulted in a growing urge to claim her again, as he had the day after the party. Also, lurking in the darkest recesses of his mind was the sobering thought that, if their mission failed, this could be their last time. Instantaneous to her back hitting the mattress, Richard clambered astride her, trapped Lexi's arms by her sides, and pinned his lover to the sheets.

On his elbows above her, he grinned down, intent obvious in his expression, used a knee to prise her legs open, and slipped a hand between her thighs. Cupping Lexi's pussy, he planted kisses on her lips, jaw and chin, then tugged at the neckline of her sweater, wanting access to the soft, sensitive flesh underneath, so that he could mark the Heiress as his. "You're mine, Alexandra Huntington."
 
“That, sometimes, the good guys win." It was a nice sentiment, but Lexi had to fight to keep the grimace off her face that came to her immediately in reaction. Instead she kept the smile plastered on her lips, the corners tilting up falsely in effort to appease her lover. That’s what all children are taught from a young age – that if you play nicely and by the rules that you’ll win the game and everything will be all right. In the real world that wasn’t the case, and the sacrifices that the heiress had made on their behalves would forever haunt her. It wasn’t Richard’s fault that she had been forced to whore herself out to the psychotic head of her father’s security team to buy them this extra time, but in the back of her mind she could acutely feel the clock ticking.

Every hour that they spent holed up in the hotel made her that much more anxious, but the feeling of his hands and their bodies touching calmed her minutely. Her lover wasn’t a fool and could likely tell that something was bothering her, yet the socialite hoped that her body language conveyed what she couldn’t verbalize. She did truly love him, and want to be with him. The skeletons in her closet were fit to bursting out, however, and although the thought of him knowing what Karl did to her was terrifying she wasn’t sure if they could live a functional life together with such a traumatic experience hanging over her head. “I’m not a bird that’s going to fly away…there’s too much I love keeping me grounded.” Lexi poured all of her emotions into returning his kiss, her lips hungrily meeting his and trying to soothe the internal war that raged beneath her skin.

A surprised giggle left her lips when Richard suddenly reversed their positions in a smooth motion, her back hitting the firm mattress beneath them. It felt nice to touch and kiss him; to try and erase the bad memories that Karl had left her with. Alexandra smiled up at him, seeing and feeling the excited tension that coursed through both of their bodies. The uncertainty and anxiety that both of them were feeling easily morphed itself into something more enjoyable for them – something both of them were determined to savor. Richard may have a tiny voice inside of him whispering this might be their last time, but the heiress’ internal monologue was pleading with her to take back control of her body and her sexuality.

While she trusted her lover implicitly and knew he would never hurt her intentionally the way he moved above her, caging her in, brought back unwelcome memories that turned her stiff suddenly. The way he cupped her pussy and pulled at the neck of her sweater made her think of someone else, until his voice brought her back to the present. With a tremulous smile she nodded at his words and placed her hands on his biceps, pushing gently until he let her up. “I am, forever.” Nothing could change that fact, unless he finally discovered what had happened in the manor and was disgusted by her. Lexi didn’t want that to happen, and conscious of the fading marks on her body she quickly walked the perimeter of the room and extinguished all of the lights.

The only illumination now came from the streetlights through the slightly parted curtains. In the sliver of that light she peeled off the outer layer of her clothing until she was clad in bra and panties, and then purposefully walked over to join him on the bed. “Please just make me forget about tomorrow..” Her voice was a whisper as she brought her lips to his, her hands sliding under the fabric of his shirt to caress the hard planes of his chest.
 
"I hope I'm a large part of that love keeping you grounded?" Richard enjoyed the sensation of his Lexi's body settled in his lap, and glimpses of the adolescent boy, when all was right between him and the youthful Alexandria, prior to her Father's intervention, passed across his features. Momentarily, he'd swept aside the fact they were now adults, and the situation they were in. However, the reverie only lasted a brief moment, before, with a brazenness he hadn't possessed back then, he easily flipped her onto her back. His hand moved to her sex, his lips to her neck, and he pinned Alexandria to the bed; the urge to take his lover, and take her hard, becoming a need.

When she moved beneath him, the Hacker realised it could have been a grave mistake, and that, after the tension and unexpressed anger that had hovered in the air between them, combined with the thoughts of what tomorrow would bring, sex might be the last thing on her mind. The man's heart jumped into his mouth, when he noted only the ghost of a smile on her face that accompanied her words, and felt the pressure of Lexi's grip on his biceps. Having apologised enough that night already, Richard bit back the urge to do so again, and reluctantly shifted to allow her up.

She didn't appear angry or upset, and Richard's brow furrowed in confusion as he watched her turn off the lights one-by-one, only speaking when the last bulb flickered out. "Everything okay, baby?" Curiosity evident in his tone, he threw a glance at the curtained window. Possibly, with the spectre of her Father and Karl Williams searching for them, she'd just wanted more privacy, or felt safer and less exposed, in the dark. When he pulled his gaze back to her, the sight of Lexi's silhouette undressing in the low light distracted his thoughts from the questions. "Come here."

Trelaor admired the sight of her, clad only in panties and bra, and reached for his lover when she approached. "Tomorrow, don't even think about tomorrow." Placing his hands on Lexi's waist, Richard leaned in for a kiss, sighing in pleasure as the feel of her hands on his bare chest raised goosebumps on his flesh. Interspersing soft pecks to her lips with deeper kisses, Richard caressed Alexandria. "Tonight, it's just us. Together. Tomorrow doesn't exist." His digits danced over Lexi's skin, and his palms glided down to cup her ass, barely missing a mark left by Karl, but having no idea how close he'd come, before he raised one to one to take a breast in his palm. He squeezed it gently, and located Lexi's nipple through the material, tweaking it with his fingertips as he pulled back from the kiss, and began to administer nibbles and bites to her neck.

Inhaling his lover's scent, and savouring the taste of Lexi's skin, Richard worked his way lower, roaming over her neck, throat and breasts, until, eventually, his mouth joined his digits, and he wrapped his lips around her fabric-encased nipple, flicking it back and forth with his tongue. Treloar's previous hastiness, and hints of roughness, had abated, but the latter wouldn't last. Fresh in his recollection were Alexandria's exclamations of pleasure when, on the first occasion after their reunion, he'd assumed control, and fucked her pinned against the wall. "I want to make you cum for me, Lexi, to make you scream my name, and tell me that you're mine."
 
They were both lost in their own worlds when Richard’s eagerness to mold their bodies together caused Lexi to momentarily freeze beneath him. What he mistook as lack of interest due to their stressful situation and earlier disagreement was actually her own internal struggle to reconcile her willingness to be with a man who loves her against the forcible relations she’d had with one who abhors her. It had only been scant hours since her escape from the manor and what abuses had befallen her there, and although it was extremely tempting to wallow in her own self-pity and doubt her lover had reminded her that she was made of stronger stuff than that. Lexi refused to act like a victim of her poor circumstances and Richard’s words of love and encouragement helped her realize how much good she still had in her life.

When she gently pushed his weight off of her she could feel the reluctance coiled in his muscles, and despite that she was thankful that he didn’t pull her back. One of the things she admired most about him was the fact that no matter how heated their arguments or lovemaking might get he had never intentionally harmed her, and she channeled those thoughts of safety and security when she extinguished the lights and began to disrobe. “Everything will be fine, darling.” Everything would be fine, once they exchanged her photos for the video evidence that would grant her freedom from her father’s tyranny. That was the future though, and the way her lover was looking at her made a pleasant shiver run down her spine as she sauntered back over to him at his request.

The socialite mirrored his sigh of relief when his hands encircled her waist and their lips met languidly, switching back and forth between light teasing kisses and deeper acquaintance between their tongues. “How can I even think about tomorrow when I’ve got such a big distraction in front of me?” Lexi teased him with a grin and a giggle, the sound morphing into a throatier moan when his hands roamed her silky skin. The low light in the room threw shadows across both of their bodies, emphasizing her sleek curves while hiding marks that were best left alone. Her head dipped back in an invitation when his mouth moved lower down her neck, little nibbles making her sigh in relief and forget about the last pair of hands that had been wrapped around it.

Alexandra let him explore her body with his lips and hands, selfishly taking her own pleasure in letting him worship her. They were almost like teenagers again, exploring each other’s body in a dark room and hoping no one would catch them. "I want to make you cum for me, Lexi” She bit her lip and stifled a whimper of excitement at his words, already feeling wetness gather between her thighs. “It won’t take long…I’ve missed you.” One hand slyly dipped below her panties to ghost across her slick cunt, moisture collecting on her fingertips. The heiress threaded the fingers of her free hand through the soft hair at the back of his scalp, gently pulling him away from the attention he was laving on her erect nipple. With the other hand she painted the evidence of her arousal on his full lips. “See what you do to me?”
 
If there was one visual memory that had stuck with Richard through the last years, it was the natural grace of Alexandra's movements, evident again now as she undressed to reveal her body. That latter, he'd also been unable to forget, and Lexi's figure appeared the same to him now as it had back then. Perfect. Slivers of light hit her skin, accentuating the shadows of the hidden beneath panties and bra, and the sight had the man erect before she'd returned to his embrace. "I'll ensure it is."

Richard ran his adoring gaze over her form, and encircled Alexandra with his arms. "That's the entire idea." The words one last ode to what lay ahead, before it forgotten, and her comment elicited a smile. "Plus, I can't help myself, what man could, so, let's see how much more we can distract each other." Speaking before he entwined his tongue with hers, in a deep, passionate kiss, and his fingers danced over her skin, the laugh that had emanated from the Hacker, in response to her giggle, had been natural and unaffected, for the first time in a long time. However, that fact went unnoticed. Richard had become lost in Lexi, and nothing else existed when he inhaled her scent, and savoured the saltiness of her skin.

Banter still slipped easily from his lips, as it had when he was an adolescent, but as a man, there was a marked difference in the surety and confidence of his touch. Richard blew against the fabric-outlined nipple, wetting it with his tongue, and moaned softly when he took the bud into his mouth and flicked back and forth, enjoying the whimpers his ministrations brought forth. One hand cupped her breast, the other rested on the small of her back, and Richard let out a small whimper of his own, one of reluctance to stop, when she tugged him away by the hair.

He raised his eyes to hers, and wiggled an arched brow, pleased with himself and the reactions he'd garnered from his lover, before a low groan of lust escaped him. Richard's throbbing cock strained the fabric of his trousers as she pressed the evidence of her arousal to lips, and he eagerly enveloped her digits in his mouth, head bobbing up and down and teeth grazing her flesh, individually licking and sucking each one clean of its juices. "Did I cause that?"

Treloar finished with a nip to the tip of her last finger, and grinned at Alexandra, then mirrored her actions of moments before by curling his digits in her tresses, and pulled her head forward to thrust his tongue into her mouth, allowing Lexi to taste herself. "I wonder what else I can do." Breaking the kiss, Richard lowered his hand between Lexi's legs, into her panties, and slid his palm up and down her dripping slit. "If I can get you off that easily, I might just have to keep it up all night. Make you my slut."

The Hacker rubbed Lexi's slippery folds with increasing speed, and flicked his thumb against her clit, possessing no concept that the words he spoke, albeit lovingly, echoed those of a man who'd brutalised his lover mere days ago. "Do you want to be my slut, Lexi?" Accompanying the question with another tug of her hair, Richard simultaneously buried two digits, second-knuckle deep, in Alexandra's slit and commenced to finger-fuck the Heiress. Unknowingly, also just as Karl Williams had.
 
A distraction was just what the heiress craved after the whirlwind nightmare that comprised the last few days, and she knew her lover was up to the challenge. Normally she was not one to dwell on her problems or situations that she couldn’t fix, but Lexi had never been in as much trouble as they were facing now. Instead of fooling around like lovesick teenagers their time would likely be better spent plotting their leave from the city and how they would handle Levine once they got to Hawaii, but it was clear from the attraction that buzzed beneath their skin that they were both tired of the hard stuff and wanted to forget for a while. The feeling of his skilled hands teasing her breasts and their lips melding together was more than enough to make her panties damp in anticipation.

Despite the eager way that Richard was touching and teasing her now, deep down Alexandra was also tortured by some of Karl’s taunts when he had been fucking her. “I wonder if he'll even still be interested after I'm finished. A used whore just isn't the same". She hoped that he would stand by her even if he did find out what had happened, but she vowed to herself to never disclose any details of that night just so she wouldn’t have to wonder what he would do. It was hard to be consumed with such dark thoughts when her lover was gazing at her with lust and excitement in his eyes, his groan and the hardness she felt against her thigh indicating that she wasn’t the only one who was affected. “I think you know who caused that…” A moan of anticipation accompanied her words as his lips and tongue erased the evidence from her fingertips, the bite of his teeth traveling straight down to the ache between her thighs.

Lexi hummed eagerly into their kiss, the taste of herself on his lips an erotic addition. “I’d like to see what else you can do.” Her chest rose and fell rapidly when his hand trailed down her body to settle into her lacy panties, bottom lip now firmly clasped between her teeth to stunt the whimper that threatened to escape as he began to rub at her slick folds. His inadvertent words struck a chord within her, however, leaving the heiress to freeze momentarily as she struggled to reconcile the fact that Richard wasn’t speaking to her in a demeaning way. The bruises that were ever so slowly fading from her body would release the physical reminders of her time in captivity with Karl, but she would likely always remember their encounter with crystal clarity.

It was unfair to Richard and to herself to have those toxic thoughts swirling around in her mind, but she unconsciously couldn’t help but draw those comparisons when he inadvertently acted in so similar a manner. "Do you want to be my slut, Lexi?" The question was eerily similar to one Karl had posed to her, though her gasp of alarm could easily be masked by one of pleasure when Richard began to fuck her with his fingers. “I want…” She couldn’t force the words out, trying to claw her way out of the dark memories that chased her. “I want to be more than that…” Although the way he touched her felt good, the way she felt still left a bad taste in her mouth. Lexi finally couldn’t take the feeling of déjà vu any longer and grabbed his wrist, stilling the motion. With a forced smile she gently removed his hand from her panties, instead pushing gently on his chest to force him to lay down.

Once he was sprawled on the bed she shed her lacy underwear and crawled up his body seductively. “Why don’t you show me how talented that tongue is?”
 
This is how it would be, forever, once they arranged the video tape of Huntington's romp with the eighteen year-old schoolgirl, and bartered it for their liberty. Just Richard and Lexi, alone and safe, free to leisurely talk and laugh, and, if they wished, spend an entire weekend in bed, screwing each other silly. No concerns in the world, except for their partner's pleasure.

As they kissed and caressed, Richard's contentment at the impending intimacy with Alexandra erased all doubts about the meeting with Levine - it was a done deal, there was no way they could fail, fate meant for him and Lexi to be together -, and led to his concentrating on the here and now, and the perfection of the woman in his arms. Oh god, she'd turned him on as an adolescent, just how much, Richard, in his later years, had put down to his inexperience, and the newness of sex. However, when she dipped her hand into her panties, then displayed her digits, coated with her arousal, his cock, entrapped in his trousers, throbbed painfully, and he groaned in desperate lust. The intervening years hadn't changed a thing.

Eagerly he sucked the juices from her fingers, and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Needing more of her. The folds of Lexi's pussy felt like silk against his palm, and her tight, dripping tunnel, like heaven when he slipped his digits into her slit; panting as he slid them in and out, and anticipating the feel of her tight, pulsing walls clamped around his engorged shaft when he sank it, balls-deep, inside her. "Oh, shit." Richard, eyes narrowed and darkened with lust, glanced at her face, "I'm so fucking hard for you, baby," after asking the question.

With the wet sounds elicited by his fingers working her soaked pussy, which mingled with his pants and aroused groans, Richard was too engrossed in pleasure to notice any hesitation in her answer, or if Lexi's tone wasn't what he'd have expected. However, the content did induce an unexpected reaction. "How about Alexandra Treloar?" Immediately, the words slipped out, Richard realised that was what he wanted, but still attempted to bite them back. It wasn't the most romantic time or place to request her hand in marriage, and the subsequent effort of forcing a smile and shrug, in an attempt to make light of his comment, caused him to unconsciously cease his ministrations. He didn't even notice that she'd removed his fingers from her pussy, until he was on his back.

Then, the manner in which she crawled up his body; her form grazing against the aching, throbbing bulge of his cock, bringing forth a groan, upwards buck of his hips, and a fluttering of eyes; made him forget all else. "Damn, you're becoming greedy now." Gaze alighting upon Lexi, the Hacker lifted one arm, and struck her ass firmly with a palm. A loud crack echoed around the room, and the red mark left by his spank, traced the precise outline of an unseen handprint left by Karl Williams. "But, how can I deny you?" As much as he wanted to simply throw her on her back, spread her legs, free his erection. and pound Lexi to his own release, he couldn't be selfish. No matter how great his desire. "The only problem is, that's a little difficult with you on top."

Treloar's words coming between ragged breath, he swiftly grabbed Lexi's arms and wrapped his legs around her waist, then bucked, twisted, and reversed positions. "There, that's better, and after I make use of my tongue." Sitting astride her waist, the Hacker peeled off his shirt, revealing the toned, athletic torso beneath. Before the garment hit the floor, he'd covered her body with his, and mashed their lips together. "I'm going to fuck you into next week." After breaking the kiss, Richard arched a brow, daring her to deny him, then lifted Lexi's arms above her head, and trailed his lips down the Heiress' body, issuing nibbles and bites to her flesh. A wet trail glistened on her abdomen when he reached the apex of her thighs, released her arms, and wrapped his hands around her upper calves.

Spreading her legs to acess her wet, pink cunt, Treloar grinned up at the Heiress. "Are you going to come for me?" He accompanied the teasing question with a breath of hot air against her clit, causing it to vibrate, then ran his mouth down her folds, lovingly kissing her pussy. Eyes fixated on her face, the moans emanating from Richard as he tasted her sweet nectar, evidenced how much it aroused him, and soon his urge for more, grew greater. Sucking Lexi's lips into his mouth, Richard buried his hot, skilled tongue inside his lover, and began to lick and lap every inch of her dripping slit with ever increasing need and urgency. Tongue-fucking Lexi as if her pussy was a well, and he a man stranded in the desert, dying of thirst.
 
It was a blessing and a curse to have found someone to love so deeply. All she wanted to do was curl up in his embrace and forget about what had led them to hide away in a nondescript hotel, knowing that he would protect her from the future. She also felt deeply guilty for not disclosing the details of what she had endured in her family’s manor. They were both passionate and hot-headed people at times though, and she equally feared what his reaction would be if he were to ever find out just what lengths she had gone to ensuring his safety from Karl and his thugs. The last thing the socialite wanted was her lover trying to avenge her in any way, knowing that the Head of Security would relish another way to get back at them.

Unbidden thoughts and memories of her time with Karl was another curse Lexi had to bear, and one she wasn’t sure she would ever be rid of. The only thing the heiress wanted to do was forget about everything for a while and enjoy being intimate with her lover, and even that was impossible to do without tipping him off that something wasn’t right. She would rather die than admit the truth to Richard, so instead she had to lead him in another direction and hope that it wasn’t too obvious. From his eager reaction to her change of pace it was obvious that he didn’t mind in the least her taking over briefly, and she tried to relax and let go of her dark memories while they still had time.

His unexpected response equally helped to mask her subtle change of pace, pink lips parting in surprise at his words. A proposal was not something she had on her mind as the outcome of their time holed up together in the hotel, yet despite his casual movements following the question she didn’t let the subject drop so easily. “Alexandra Treloar, huh? I might like the sound of that…” Lexi teased him as she seductively moved her body up the length of his, skin on skin. Purposefully she barely brushed upon his thick cock, even a feather light touch making him groan and her grin at his reaction. “I’ll show you how greedy I can be…once I take your name.”

The bright teasing smile she wore vanished suddenly as the crack of his palm meeting her ass echoed in the room and was accompanied by a whitehot flash of pain as he struck an already bruised part of her. Unbidden a squeal left her lips in reaction, though it was up to him to interpret it as encouragement or denial. Her brief stint as the leader was reversed easily when he grabbed her and forcibly switched their positions, her lighter body no match for his strength even if she had been struggling. Instead she was consumed with kissing him convincingly and keeping the discomfort from her face that accompanied the now throbbing bruise on her ass. Even the sight of his attractive body wasn’t enough to completely distract her, and it took every ounce of willpower she had to keep from pushing him away and curling in on herself defensively.

“Is that a promise?” Lexi’s banter was weak, but with his gaze so focused on her she rallied as best she could and tried to smile convincingly. Rationally she knew that she was safe from Karl, but the memories that Richard was unknowingly evoking were painful. Instead of looking away she forced herself to watch him kiss down her body, memorizing his face and movements in an effort to convince herself to relax. “It won’t take long…” She bit her lip to stifle the sounds of pleasure that he elicited easily from his ministrations against her slick cunt, each lap and lick and nibble bringing her closer to climax. The socialite knew it wouldn’t take long to get her off because she wasn’t fighting the sensations like she did with the head of security, and quickly she began to feel the pressure building in her core.

“Fuckkk, Richard…I’m so close.” Her fingers threaded through his dark hair, holding him in place between her thighs as his talented tongue worked. “Don’t stop!” Easily he brought her over the edge of climax, her entire body shuddering and hips bucking against his face as she came with a scream. Lexi didn’t even wait for the tremors to subside before she pulled him up for a kiss, wantonly tasting herself on his lips.
 
The light, teasing promise of what was to come of Lexi's deliberate brush against the straining fabric of his trousers, exacerbated Richard's already desperate want for more, and momentarily almost caused him to lose control. Caught up in pleasurable sensations, and need, the man remained oblivious to the real reason behind Alexandra's gasp when his hand struck her buttocks, taking his lover's reaction as a sign of enjoyment and encouragement.

That was probably fortunate for the both of them, for if Richard had discovered what had occurred with Karl Williams, he likely would have blamed Lexi, no matter the reasons given or justifications provided. The other side of love is hate, and after the effort he'd made in reconnecting with Alexandra, and what they'd endured since, to discover that she'd fucked another man so soon after their reunion, he'd have viewed as the ultimate betrayal. At another time, in other circumstances, he probably could have dealt with it, but not, as his fingertips unknowingly danced over welts on Lexi's ass, with the volatile mix of arousal and pent-up tension that consumed his mind and body, still to be released. "It's a promise."

Laughing as he regained control and flipped her onto her back, Richard shook his head. "I'll show you how greedy I can be, right now." The playful competitive banter, and the challenge Lexi presented him with, even in bed, was something he'd missed, and again the man noticed nothing unnatural in her behaviour or tone. The fact that Lexi had displayed enthusiasm for his offer of marriage superseded all other conscious, non-lascivious thoughts. God, he loved her, more than he'd ever thought it possible to love anyone. Hawaii would be the perfect location to make it official, once they'd succeeded in obtaining the film from Levine. Wanting, then, nothing more than to bring his future wife to orgasm, Richard had eagerly kissed down her body, and buried his head between Lexi's thighs.

The whimpers, moans, squeals, and bucks of her hips urged him on, and with his mouth against her sweet pussy he licked and lapped at every inch of her. When Lexi gripped his hair, and he knew, without requiring the words, that she was close, Richard withdrew his tongue, inserted two digits in her pussy, and wrapped his lips around Alexandra's clit. Sucking gently, flicking the swollen bud back and forth with this tongue, and scraping Lexi's clit lightly with his teeth, Richard simultaneously fingered her until she shuddered, and came with a scream, bucking against his face.

As she didn't wait for the climax to subside to pull him up for a kiss, neither did Richard stop with his ministrations. Opening his mouth to Lexi's, he shared her taste between them, and kept his hand between her legs. Rubbing her glistening slit, and dipping his fingers inside her, he continued to toy with Lexi's clit. When the kiss broke, he stared down at the Heiress with lust-filled blue eyes. "Time to fuck you into next week, spread your legs."

Slipping his digits from her soaked hole, Richard slapped a palm against the Socialite's pussy, not allowing her time to accede to his request, before he prised her thighs wide apart with a knee, and gripped Lexi's blonde hair at the nape of her neck. Lacking the patience to undo his trousers, he simply tore them open, hearing the zipper shred, and ripped-off button bounce on the hotel floor, and jerked Lexi's head back. The first brush of her wet folds against the tip of his freed cock elicited a growl, swiftly followed by a masculine howl of unadulterated pleasure and relief when Richard spread her pussy lips, and plunged his meat, balls-deep, into Alexandra's hot, wet cunt.
 
Getting married was an eventuality that Lexi had been prepared for from a very young age. It had been drilled into her that one day she would marry someone rich and influential to further the reach of the Huntington family. That might have meant marriage to a Senator, or politician, or the heir to an equally wealthy and influential family. Marriage was generally agreed upon by two people in love who wished to share their future lives, however in her case she would have little say in the matter if her father had his way. At his urging she had begun casually dating the heir to a fellow wealthy blue-blooded family, and before she could barely blink Karl had informed her that she was to marry James Astor.

It had not surprised her that her father wouldn’t consult her wishes when playing matchmaker, but if he had Alexandra would have unequivocally let him know that there was no way she was going to marry such an arrogant and pompous man despite the consequences. Fortunately, or unfortunately, for her she never got the chance to have such a conversation with her father and therefore did not feel one morsel of guilt for accepting Richard’s quasi-proposal. “Good. I know you to be a man of your word.” Her smile was one of self-satisfaction and her statement became a moan when her lover put his considerable talents to use and brought her to screaming climax with the use of his dexterous tongue and fingers.

Tension she had knowingly and unknowingly carried seemed to have evaporated from her body with the after-tremors of her orgasm, leaving her feeling blissfully happy and calmer than she had been since landing in Los Angeles. To show her appreciation for her lover and his thoughtful gesture of getting her off first she pulled him up for a kiss, full lips eagerly meeting his and exploring her own taste within his mouth. The heiress continued to rock her hips gently against his hand as he finger-fucked her, drawing out the blissful sensations in the after-glow of her climax. “I love you.” She whispered against his lips when they pulled apart, a chuckle leaving her lips when her sweet sentiment was followed by Richard’s lewd statement.

A surprised gasp emanated from parted lips when he slapped her slick cunt and thrust her thighs apart, his hand next coming to grasp her hair and force her back to arch. “Fuck, Richard!” Lexi cried out, though it was unclear if it was in discomfort or pleasure as her lover ripped open his trousers and shoved his cock into her waiting slit. Her entire body shook with the force of his thrusts as he fucked her relentlessly, the only sound filling the room now the sound of their flesh slapping together and their mutual sounds of pleasure. Lexi tried to empty her mind of everything but the pleasure she was feeling, but uninvited thoughts comparing the way she had been fucked by Richard and Karl kept creeping into her thoughts.

“Stop! Please…” She eventually gasped out despite the orgasm she could feel building up, her hands pressing against her lover’s chest. “I want to be on top.” The socialite tried to sound as seductive as possible when she made her request, reluctantly untangling herself from him and moving further back onto the bed. “Lay down.”
 
It was incredible how the mind could adapt, and compartmentalise. Three little words, I love you, and the thought of making an honest woman out of Lexi, a concept that less than a week ago, he'd considered an impossible fantasy, and their troubles of the last week had dissipated, with the planned liaison with Adam Levine but an easily negotiated blip on the radar. Although how long the optimism would last between the fading of the post-coital bliss and chirping of the early morning alarm, remained to be seen.

Lexi's scream of pleasure, amidst the writhing body and bucks of her hips when she climaxed, aroused Richard even more than the taste of her, and he'd moaned into the kiss, needing to sink his cock into Alexandra's hot, wet hole, and have her muscles milk his aching shaft. That burning desire removed any vocal ability to repeat her declaration of love, before he released his throbbing meat, gripped her hair, and buried it balls-deep in her pussy with the first thrust.

Nothing existed except the combined sensations of pleasure and relief when he entered her, and Richard didn't note how harshly his digits tore at Lexi's tresses, or that his teeth marked her neck when he bit down on the flesh through his pants and moans. Hips seemingly moving of their own accord, skin slapped against skin, and the bedhead banged against the wall as he pounded her relentlessly, slamming as deep as it was possible to get. Then, as a knot formed in the pit of his stomach, and he felt himself about to release, Richard instinctively slowed, to prolong the pleasure for the both of them.

When he did, the full fog of arousal that had clouded his awareness lifted and he raised his eyes back to Lexi's at the sound of her voice and feel of her hands on his chest. Still pumping, a chill snaked down his spine when he heard her request, and wondered if he'd gone too hard, The concern not elicited by anything he sensed in her tone, but by the words themselves. Please. Stop. Especially that first. Please. It reverberated in his mind as he slowed his thrusts further, and scanned Alexandra's face, attempting to decipher its meaning. When she uttered the next sentence, and whether it was a result of wishful thinking, or he truly believed his initial reaction had no basis in reality, the fear subsided, and he laughingly leaned down for a kiss. "Greedy."

Releasing a groan when Lexi's movements caused his erection to slip from the silken heat of pussy, the Hacker rolled onto his back. With his thick cock coated in her juices, and the tip glistening with precum, he smirked at his lover. "Show me what you can do, baby." As he spoke, one of Richard's arms snaked out, and once again, his palm cracked against her ass, providing a hint that even with Lexi on top, he had no intent of allowing her full control. "Make me cum."
 
Lexi ordinarily would not have complained over a little hair pulling and nipping of teeth, but after her encounter with Karl nearly every prick of pain to her sensitive skin was a reminder of a time that she very much wanted to forget. There was no easy or delicate way to interrupt her lover in the midst of fucking to politely tell him that he was being too rough and was bringing up unsavory memories of the time when she was assaulted, so the socialite bit her tongue and tried to enjoy herself. Instead of letting her eyes drift closed she forced them to stay open and observe her lover as he fucked her relentlessly, their bodies moving together rhythmically instead of forcefully.

It became evident that Richard could not tell that she was perhaps not responding with such enthusiasm to his touch than may have been expected. Lexi was internally glad that he did not notice anything amiss beyond their usual lovemaking, but eventually it came to a point that she could no longer ignore the glaring similarities between her potential fiancée and the head of security. Despite prolonging both of their orgasms she bade him to stop, her heart racing even faster as they gazed at each other for a moment. She could feel his eyes searching for something, wondering what had caused her to halt their romp. “Only when it comes to you…” The heiress felt relieved when Richard didn’t question her at all, and she smiled against his lips when their tongues tangled.

Being in control was something that she tried to fight Karl for, and was shut down with minimal effort on his part. Watching Richard do as she asked made the socialite feel more in control of herself and her emotions, some of the tension that she had been carrying melting away at the sight of him obligingly laying on his back. Straddling his thighs, she gasped when his hand landed close to a bruise that had already formed on her ass. “Naughty! I bet I could make you cum with just a touch.” Lexi teased him, reaching out one finger to delicately trace the length of his straining cock. “But I’m a generous woman, so I won’t keep you waiting…long.”

As she spoke her hand moved to grip the base of his cock, guiding the glistening tip of him against her slick cunt. “Mmmm, do you think you’ve been good enough to earn this?” It felt a little out of place for Alexandra to be the one on top, but she liked the feeling. She had been truthful though that she wouldn’t play the tease for long, both of them nearly on the edge of completion. “I think you have been.” She aligned the head of his cock with her dripping pussy and sank down an inch at a time as she spoke, until her cunt lips kissed the base of his cock. Lexi threw her head back as she began to ride him, her thighs moving her up and down slowly at first and then building in tempo. Her breasts bounced in rhythm as she moved atop him, this time she was the one using him for her pleasure.

With her quick pace it didn’t take long to feel that familiar buildup of pressure. Lexi cried out wordlessly as she slammed her hips down on his a final time and came, her inner muscles working to coax his seed into her womb.
 
Like Richard had not remained celibate during the years without Lexi, he knew it was inconceivable for a woman as attractive and intelligent as she not to have taken lovers. However, that certainty, let alone the details of Lexi's sexual liaisons with other men, how many and who, was a matter that the Hacker had attempted to not contemplate, but that they must have occurred became evident to Richard with her demand for control. One he'd never have expected of her back in the times of their adolescent love-making.

The initial fear that it'd been because he'd gone too hard in a subconscious attempt to reclaim her sexually over those others quickly receded, to replaced by a laugh as he found himself pleasantly surprised. When he rolled onto his back, groaning in frustration as his throbbing cock slipped from Lexi's hot depths, he realised that her sexual history was inconsequential. She was with him now, hopefully forever, and he'd be more than content to benefit from her added experiences and matured desires. "Stay greedy, because I don't think I'm ever going to be able to keep my hands off you. Not even for a day."

Richard remained unaware of the full extent of the motivations behind Lexi's actions, and even if the bruises administered by Karl Williams had been bared to him it was doubtful he'd have noticed, Not through the half-lidded eyes that accompanied his groan and the buck of his hips when her fingers traced his aching shaft, and he almost proved the truth of her statement. It took everything in Richard's power to not come right there and then, the teasing, seductive words, and Lexi's demeanour so erotic that being inside her would almost be more bearable. "Bad? If you don't fucking hurry up, I'll bend you over and spank that perfect ass of yours red raw until you're begging me to stop."

Having no idea that he'd just light-heartedly threatened a punishment Karl Williams had enacted in reality, every touch of her velvet lips and the sensations of her pussy taking him in inch by tortuously slow inch elicited a moan or gasp and caused Richard's body to tremble, and his nails and heels to dig further into the sheets. When she finally sank all the way down, Richard momentarily enjoyed the vision of Alexandra above him, her breasts swaying, then as she began to ride, placed his hands on her waist.

Her muscles clenching and gripping his shaft, Richard's eyes rolled back in his head and instinctively he matched her pace from underneath, thrusting up to meet her when she increased the tempo. Lexi's body smashed against his and their skin slapped together, as she slammed her sopping cunt down time and time again on his cock, and Richard could hold on no longer. Gaze locked on Lexi's face, he noted her mouth open in a silent scream, and simultaneously reached his own climax. Crying out in ecstasy, he raked her flesh with his nails, thrashing and writhing as he exploded inside her.

The orgasm continued for what seemed a blissful eternity and as it did Richard threaded his fingers through Lexi's hair at the nape of her neck, pulled his lover down so that her breasts mashed against his chest, and kissed her hungrily, not breaking it until her dripping pussy had milked every last drop of his seed. When the climax eventually abated, the Hacker waited until his breathing steadied, then twisted his hips, gently rolled Lexi onto her side, draped an arm over her torso, and lay his head on a pillow. "Damn, where did you learn that?

Their legs entangled, he kicked the bedclothes down the bed, then drew up a single sheet up to their waists. His expression remained one of pure adoration and contentment as he traced figure eights on Lexi's abdomen with his fingertips, tugged her closer, and planted a kiss on her forehead, then the tip of her nose. After the stresses of the day, and the tension relieved by a powerful orgasm, he was fully satiated and completely spent. If nothing else, the aftereffects of their respective climaxes would hopefully allow the two to obtain a restful night's sleep in each others arms, before they woke to the reality of what the next day brought. "No wonder I want to marry you."
 
The socialite would have rather died than admit to her lover that she had switched their positions because he had been too rough for her comfort, simply because that would have brought upon questions that she very much didn’t want to answer. While they had both experimented with different partners during their time apart Lexi had never before had an aversion to rougher sex, therefore Richard would have no precedent for that to be the reason for her unusual behavior in bed. Although they had not spent very much separated during her time in Los Angeles she had been fundamentally changed by her experiences, and since she was unwilling to share what had happened she had to hope that he wasn’t reading too deep into her strange actions.

From the way his eyes hooded and the sounds of appreciation he made it became obvious that he had no qualms about letting her switch things up, of which she was very grateful. I'll bend you over and spank that perfect ass of yours red raw until you're begging me to stop.”Lexi worked hard to keep her features schooled into a pleasant expression even when he unknowingly brought up a painful memory, one in which despite her pleas the pain never stopped. Logically she knew that Richard would never cause her un-due pain, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to test that theory so soon after her encounter with Karl. “Well then…guess I should speed things along, hm?” Playing his comment off as best she could the socialite began to ride her lover with vigor, as if she hadn’t recently been unwillingly stuffed with the cock of her father’s trusted security aide.

It didn’t take very long for the two of them to reach their respective climaxes, their bodies moving and writhing together in the low light to reconnect after their time apart. Despite her lingering shame and anxiety over what had happened with Karl she was finally able to succumb to the pleasure that both of them were feeling in that moment, and even as the respective high of their orgasms began to fade she found that she didn’t hurt quite so bad anymore. Contentedly she laid in his arms after the fact, their sweat slicked bodies molded together comfortably. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Alexandra teased him breathlessly, her breasts rising and falling in rhythm as her racing heart began to slow. Her head shared his pillow, and the safe feeling that his mere presence brought combined with the soothing way his fingertips traced her skin caused her eyelids to feel heavy quite soon.

She wasn’t quite asleep when she heard his marriage comment, but she was far enough along to dreamland that she could only muster a small smile and a flutter of eyelids in response. After the stresses of the past few days and her escape from the mansion Lexi was exhausted, and she slept deeply through the night. Despite her fatigue from the past days her internal clock never failed to wake her at an appropriately early hour, and the following morning was the same. She awoke with a start, heart momentarily racing in alarm at the feeling of a body beside her. As soon as her mind registered that it was only Richard she calmed down, but couldn’t force herself back to sleep. Reluctantly she crawled out of bed, grabbing clothes along the way to change in to.

After dressing she started the small coffeemaker that was conveniently placed in the room and began to pack what little belongings they had, mentally and physically preparing herself for the days ahead.
 
Richard held Lexi's sweat-slicked body against his, tenderly kissing and caressing his lover as they both came down from the heights of pleasure. Content to have seemingly satiated her needs as much as she had his, the Hacker possessed not the slightest inkling that her assumption of control stemmed not purely from desire, but because of Karl Williams. A man Richard despised, but who had also recently been allowed the satisfaction of bringing Lexi to orgasm by fucking her with a roughness much more brutal than that she'd denied him. Mustn't that mean, at least in some way, she'd enjoyed it? Despite his love for Alexandra, that question would likely always prey on Richard's mind if the truth ever emerged.

"Keep surprising me." Richard responded with a drowsy grin, feeling the pace of Lexi's pulse slow under her skin, and watched her eyelids close. Only after she was on her way to dreamland, did Richard close his own eyes, the image of the faint smile on Lexi's face that his last comment had elicited imprinted in his mind as he fell into a deep, restful sleep, Alexandra safe in his embrace.

Consciousness arrived with the filtering of the sunlight through the hotel room window. The Hacker's eyes fluttered open and closed, and he yawned, flinging his arm sleepily across in search of Lexi. When his hand instead hit nothing but cool sheets, he jerked wide awake, momentarily consumed with a fear that the events of the previous evening and the woman who'd slept in his arms had been a dream. Then he saw her, and exhaled a sigh of relief. "Morning, baby."

Rising from the bed, Richard plucked fresh clothes from the pile she'd packed, and entered the bathroom. Exiting a couple of minutes later, hair neatly combed, and looking and feeling more awake, he approached Lexi, slid his arms around her from behind, kissed the back of her neck, and fixed a coffee. "Sleep well?" Arching a brow, the Hacker sensed a tension in the air. It may have been more imagined than real, but for Richard the pleasurable memories of the night had begun to fade, replaced by the reality of the reasons behind their early morning rise, and it made him ever more impatient to leave the claustrophobic confines of the hotel room.

When he released Lexi and paced to the window to survey the parking lot, thankful to see it devoid of people and any signs of danger, Richard was uncertain as to whether to broach the subject of their liaison with Adam Levine or, for Lexi's sake, avoid it as long as possible. The Hacker hesitatingly decided on the latter as he turned back to face her, and with the hint of a smile nodded at the untouched beverage in his hand. "Too much of this cheap hotel coffee could kill a mule so why don't you finish packing while I check us out, and we'll meet at the car." Left unstated was Richard's intent to also use that time to switch the licence plates on their vehicle and further ensure the coast was clear for their departure.

If only he'd peered out the window ten seconds later, he might have noticed the black sedan at the far end of the street, moving at a crawl and stopping briefly at each the string of seedy hotels before driving on to the next, although at that distance he likely wouldn't have recognised the imposing figure of Karl Williams ducking in and out of the passenger seat. "We can stop and a grab a proper brew once we've hit the road."
 
Although traditionally Lexi was a fairly light sleeper, the events of the past few days had drained her mental and physical energy to the point where she slept so deeply that she scarcely dreamed. This was a good thing for her, in actuality, for if she had any energy to dream they likely would have warped into nightmares about Karl or her father hunting her down to force her to marry James Astor. Despite the fact that she enjoyed a dreamless sleep her internal clock still woke her at what felt like far too early an hour, but as soon as her eyes opened her mind started to race with the uncertainty that the day ahead held. After trying unsuccessfully to close her eyes and steal a few more moments of sleep the heiress slipped out of bed to get ready for the day.

Now in the morning hours her bruises had begun to fade further, but still not enough for her comfort. Lexi quickly slipped into a pair of jeans and a sweater, a sigh of relief leaving her lips when the ugly marks disappeared from view. Twisting her hair up in a simple bun as she exited the washroom the socialite began to putter around the room, back turned to Richard when he awoke. His sleepy greeting made her flinch in surprise as his voice cut through the silence, but she turned to him with a smile as he slipped out of bed. “Good morning darling.” By the time he was finished dressing she had nearly finished packing and was sipping on a bitter cup of coffee.

Lexi worked hard not to flinch again when she sensed him approaching from behind, forcing herself to lean back in his embrace and try to gain as much comfort as she could from his presence. In response to his question she shrugged lightly, turning her head to kiss him on the cheek as he pulled away to survey the window. “I slept all right. Still tired from all of this insanity…but at least we’re in it together.” Talking about their plans for the day made things feel real, but she knew they couldn’t dance around the topic for much longer. The heiress appreciated Richard’s attempt at keeping the subject light, and she nodded her acquiesce to the plan. “That sounds good. I will meet you downstairs.”

After he departed she took her time gathering the rest of their items and packing them away, erasing all traces of their stay in the hotel room. Once she was confident that he had enough time to make the proper arrangements she grabbed their bags and slipped out of the room, moving confidently but quickly out to the car. Thankfully she encountered no one as she departed. “Ready to get out of here, babe?” With forced levity she smiled at Richard and stowed their luggage in the trunk of the car, completely unaware that the man who brutalized her with a smile on his face was so close to their trail.
 
Through their reconciliation, Richard had not once felt uncomfortable in Alexandra's presence, immediately sensing the same chemistry they'd shared as adolescents despite her initial refusal to speak with him. After the subsequent sex at his apartment it felt as if they'd never been apart and even the hesitation he'd displayed in their discussions the previous day had not been caused by unease in her company, However, in the cold light of morning as he looked at his lover, fully aware that because of him they were about to undertake a journey to deliver ownership of her explicit adolescent photo's to a pornographer to do with as he wished, that momentarily changed.

He was responsible for arranging a private meeting between the Heiress and a man who'd displayed no compunction in manipulating an eighteen year old College co-ed into dressing up as a schoolgirl and allowing herself to be filmed being fucked in every hole by a multitude of anonymous strangers. Richard also knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Levine would gain enjoyment from degrading Lexi, and he'd be culpable. The only saving grace in his mind was his confidence in Alexandra's strength, and belief that if the man attempted to push her too far she could walk out before the transaction was completed, but then where would that leave them, the film and their freedom?

Realising that his attempt at keeping the tone light was as much for his sake as hers, he was barely able to meet her eyes and needed to move into action. Her reference to the insanity elicited a clench of the teeth before he sat the untouched coffee down beside Lexi, kissed her on the cheek. "See you outside," then collected his laptop bag, which contained a small tool-kit, and departed.

Ten minutes later, he'd checked out and, after ensuring the parking lot remained empty, switched the licence plates of his vehicle with another from out-of-state, and was placing the screw-driver back into his toolkit when Lexi arrived. Forcing himself to match her levity, he smiled. "Definitely, I don't think we'll be returning for our Honeymoon, do you?" Swiveling to face the Heiress, his eyes widened and Richard's face paled when he noted the black vehicle with dark tinted windows stopped at the Hotel two doors down, visible over Lexi's shoulder, and the tall, shaved head, muscle-bound figure walking towards it. "Quick, in the car."

Richard's words and actions filled with urgency fueled by panic, he didn't even notice if Alexandra protested when he roughly manhandled her into the vehicle, slammed the passenger door shut, and entered the driver's side. Adrenaline continued to course through his veins as he inserted the keys in the ignition with shaking fingers and glanced over at her. "Put on your sunglasses and keep your head down." The engine fired, and slowly beginning to head for the exit, Richard could only be thankful he'd swapped the plates in time and that the Ford Taurus he'd rented was one of the most common vehicles in the United States. There was no other way out than to drive right past the man hunting them. "Karl."
 
In the harsh bright light of the morning it was difficult to hold onto the invisible safety net that she had felt when their bodies were entwined under the cover of darkness, and although they both dared not bring up the stark reality of what the day held it was evident that they were equally feeling the pressure begin to rise. Once Richard departed to tackle his tasks Alexandra took a few moments to breathe deeply, mentally preparing herself for the hours and days to come. She was not particularly into all of the new age crystal healing and clean lifestyle trends that seemed to be popular but she did believe in the power of positive thinking leading to positive actions, and she bolstered as much positivity as she could before slinking out of the hotel to meet her lover.

Lexi regularly appeared in the society sections of newspapers and magazines, but she hoped that being in Los Angeles where everyone looked like someone famous would help her stay under the radar. To assist in that endeavor she was wearing black jeans topped with a black leather jacket, an oversized pair of sunglasses and a hat all working to disguise her delicate features. The heiress was pleased that Richard was waiting on her to leave, everything seemingly in order for their departure. She appreciated his attempts to be in a good mood, her lips parting to answer his quip about their honeymoon when his sudden change in demeanor made her blonde brows furrow in confusion. “What’s wrong babe?”

She was barely able to whip her head around to see what he had been staring at before he was hustling her into the car without another word, their bags clutched haphazardly in her arms as he jogged around to the driver’s side of the car. Lexi hardly noticed when his door slammed and the car engine roared to life a few moments later, her blue eyes wide in shock and fright at the figure of a man who was entirely too close to comfort. It was only Richard’s words that shook her from that reverie, her hand shakily moving to adjust her sunglasses and hat lower to her brow. Hastily she reclined the back of the passenger seat as low as it could go and flattened herself against it. “How did he find us?” She hissed in a panicked voice, though still only a whisper as if he might hear her through the car windows.

The socialite’s heart beat wildly as Richard smoothly drove the car past where Karl had stopped, irrationally fearful that the Head of Security would know it was them and jump in front of their car to stop it. She held her breath for what seemed like an eternity as they calmly drove past, for all intents and purposes a tourist simply leaving their hotel. After a few minutes of continually laying low in the seat and nervously checking the rearview mirror to see if they had been followed Lexi finally adjusted the seat back to a normal position, her face still as white as a sheet. “We need to get to the airport. Now. I don’t know if he knew we were there or if it was just bad luck on our part, but we need to get as far away from here as we can.”
 
With no option but to pass right by past Karl Williams, Richard breathed deeply to settle his nerves, and locked eyes on Lexi in the passenger seat. Gritting his teeth in anger when it became evident she'd noticed their hunter, he watched her recline in the seat, features obscured as best she could, and attempted to not allow Lexi's panic further feed his own. "I don't know. Probably just checking all Hotels."

Whispering in response, the Hacker stopped at the exit, gaze darting shifting between Alexandra and Karl. Time seemed to move into slow-motion, and although the other man's eyes were hidden behind black shades, he felt as if he were staring straight at them, and would at any moment drop to his knees to point a weapon pointed at the Accord, bringing an end the future together that he and Lexi had dreamed of. The moment a gap in the traffic appeared, Richard pulled out onto the street, and exhaled a sigh of relief a few moments later when, in the rear view mirror, he watched Karl enter the black vehicle, and it drive on to the hotel they'd just departed."

"Fuck, that was close." He leaned his head back on the seat and placed a hand on Lexi's knee, sharing in her urgency to get to the Airport. ""If they knew where we were they would have come straight to us. At least if Karl's still in Los Angeles, it means he hasn't uncovered our flight booking, but it's just like we thought. Your Father's goons are never going to stop looking, so we need to follow our plan through, no matter what."

Four hours later, they'd arrived in Las Vegas, and dumped the car in the long-term parking lot. Despite what he'd said earlier about Huntington's men not having discovered their travel plans, Richard's nerves didn't abate until he and Lexi were safely seated on the plane and the engines revved in preparation for take-off. This had to work.

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"What do you think? " Wide awake and refreshed despite the long flight - the benefit's of traveling first-class - Adam tipped the porter, and smiled at Sophie as they entered the luxurious five-star suite. At fifteen-hundred dollars a night, the resort didn't come cheap, but to Levine it was worth every penny. Sophie Scott had already earned him a small fortune, and would continue to be his personal gold-mine for the foreseeable future. "Ever seen a place like it?"

Wrapping his arms around her waist, and sliding his hands down to cup her ass as he planted a kiss on Sophie's lips, Levine knew the answer to that would be a definite no. Not just because the Royal Resort was one of the most exclusive on the Islands, but because of who it catered to. Generally, men like him who could afford it, and a place for them to transact business, spend quality time with their mistress, or enjoy the services of a different high-class hooker every night.

The type of establishment where bending Sophie over the rooftop balcony and fucking her in view of the other occupants or enticing the girl into a public display of her nubile teenage body would hardly be cause for complaint. "Pool and hot-tub outside, it's all ours for the next week." To install hidden cameras had cost him an additional five-thousand.
 
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