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He ran his large cock through her swollen folds, grinding himself against her. “You’re so wet, bella. I’m going to be able to slide right in.”
Drake withdrew, and the crinkle of a condom wrapper was barely audible over Drake’s heavy breath against her skin. “Are you ready, Alessandra?”
She moaned and nodded her head enthusiastically. Drake pulled her hands off the glass and trapped them behind her back. He forced her to spread wider with his thigh. He aimed at her center with one hand and thrust so deep with a single stroke their hips met.
Drake stilled only a moment before withdrawing and entering again with increasing force. He repeated multiple times until Alessandra’s head dropped back. She was entirely at her husband’s mercy with nothing to steady herself. He controlled her every move, and she was floating.
“You feel incredible, Alessandra. Your body was made for my cock. I can’t believe it took this long to be inside you.”
She couldn’t believe it had taken so long, either. Now that the moment had arrived, it didn’t disappoint. He was so big and fit perfectly inside her. Her body eagerly accepted him, recognizing this man was made for her.
His hips continued slamming against her ass, and she wanted to thank him for it. Her breasts swung like a pendulum as he rocked her back and forth. Occasionally he thrust her into the cool glass, and the lights beyond the window blurred.
“Are you thinking of how many people are watching you take my cock, bella? How many women wish they were in your place? How many men have their cocks in their hands imagining your tight wet body?” he growled as he rolled his hips. “This pussy is mine. Mine to fuck, mine to please. If I want to lick it for hours, you’ll be a good girl and lie on your back. If you feel needy, climb on my cock and ride it because it’s yours.”
His hips continued to snap, flesh against flesh. Alessandra sobbed through the gag as she edged closer to another orgasm.
“I want to hear you scream my name when you come.” Drake quickly yanked the tie from her mouth.
His pace became frenzied as he pushed so deep it was almost painful. Drake’s breaths became labored against her shoulder. Her core clenched around him.
“Drake! Drake! Drake!” she screamed as white-hot bliss tore through her. The city lights dulled as she collapsed against the window.
“Alessandra!” Drake’s head fell onto her shoulder as his cock twitched deep inside her.
Their heavy breathing fogged up the glass around their bodies. Drake kissed the side of Alessandra’s neck as he pulled out. He left Alessandra confused and naked, staring out the window. It was the best sex of her life, and she wondered if he felt the same.
***
Chapter Thirteen
Drake felt guilty leaving Alessandra. A good Dom knows his sub requires aftercare after such rough play. But he was craven and ran away from his own feelings. He took a long, hot shower, letting the thoughts of court, expectation, and marriage swirl down the drain.
It was too late to ask her to forgive him, but he hoped the gift he left Alessandra would be the first step toward peace. Several dress boxes had been dropped off by courier earlier that day. His housekeeper checked the sizes in Alessandra’s closet and called his stylist to purchase cocktail dress options for the evening.
He took a blank card and scrawled:
Wear something sexy for me. I’m showing you off as my wife tonight. The black dress is my favorite.
—Drake
He’d only seen a picture of the dress but could imagine it on Alessandra. The sheer black lace top was embroidered to offer modest coverage of her breasts while plunging to the navel. The thigh-high slit would offer him an advantage in playing with her. A thick satin ribbon belt would accentuate her waist. The stylist also picked out a black jeweled necklace and matching earrings that would glitter against her hair.
Drake buttoned up his new black single-breasted Armani suit and reached for a maroon silk tie. He hadn’t wanted to impress a date this much in a long time, and his wife deserved him at his best.
Drake remembered the day his father taught him how to tie a tie.
“Now, son, every young man must learn to tie a tie. You want to look sharp, don’t you?” Richard Walker turned his son toward the mirror.
Young Drake enjoyed open collars because he always found ties too constricting. Fashion didn’t exist in his vocabulary. But Drake loved his father and wanted to make him proud. He smiled at his father’s reflection when he saw a purple-damask-on-navy tie. It made him feel special since it was his father’s favorite.
“I’m going to teach you how to tie a Windsor knot.”
Dick instructed his son to raise his shirt collar, draped the silky tie around his neck, and pulled the wide end down his right side. The older man’s fingers crossed the wide part of the tie over the narrow part and looped it through the opening at the neck.
“Now, this is the tricky part, son. But you’ll see it’s not as hard as it looks. Pass the wide end underneath and to the right of the narrow part with the wrong side facing out and cross the wide part over to the left of the narrow part with the right side facing out.”
Drake’s father demonstrated this move in the mirror. He pulled the wide end through the opening at the neck and passed it through the loop at the front. Then he held the ends in one hand and carefully slid the knot toward the collar with the other hand until it was snug and fixed Drake’s collar.
