Encounters (The Alpha Stranger) Book 1 (2 page)

“I loved to get spanked,” I confess.

“Do you like to be tied-up?”

Oh my goodness. I’ve never even entertained the thought. I nervously answer with, “I’ve never been tied-up.”


“Would you like to be tied-up?”

“Yes,” I say softly.

“Good,” the stranger says. The phone falls silent. I can hear him breathing. He can hear me panting. I know he is watching me. I love it.

“Come to the Chateau Marmont at Midnight tonight. Ask for a red envelope at the reception desk. Inside will be a key card for my room. Do not be one second late,” the stranger warns. He hangs up.

I look around the garage. My knees get weak. He has not even touched me and I feel as though I am on the verge of orgasm. I run to my car and close the door. I unbutton the top of my blouse and feel my own breasts. I begin to play with my nipples. Then I reach down and start to rub myself out. My face begins to turn red. The windows fog up. I’m close. I’m so close. I look to my right and see a man opening the car door next to me. All of a sudden, I stop. Fuck, now I am completely wound up. I turn on the car and head out of the garage.

As I drive back to my place, I keep looking at the digital clock on my car radio. It’s almost 7:00. Am I really going to go to the Chateau Marmont and meet the stranger? I want to so bad. I’m just nervous.

I get back to my apartment. My roommate, Deb, is in the living room watching TMZ. I usually watch the show with her. As I head to my bedroom, my roommate calls out, “What happened to you?”

I freeze and turn around. Deb looks me up and down. “Did you almost get into a car accident? Your hair and your blouse is undone.”

Damn, I haven’t looked in a mirror since my near-orgasm in the Honda. I must really look like a mess. “Oh, I just had a rough day at work. Listen, um, I’m going to be out late so I probably won’t be back in until the early morning.”

“Hot date?!” Deb asks.

I get rattled. “No. No! Um, I’m just, uh, going to this business related event over in West Hollywood.”

“Wow. What kind of event goes on until the early morning.”

Fuck. Now, I have to tell a lie on top of a lie. “It’s a party for a big client. I have to be there. But I’m going to try to get out of there by Midnight.”

I don’t think my roommate is buying my story. Just as she is about to ask another question, the commercial break is over and Deb goes back to watching her tabloid gossip show. I use that as my opportunity to dash into my room and shut the door.

I lie on my bed and wonder what I am going to wear for my rendezvous with the stranger. A little black dress would be nice. I have several little black dresses. Maybe I should wear heels? This is ridiculous. He is not even going to be interested in what I am wearing.

***

11:00 p.m. I get myself dressed and ready for my encounter at the Chateau Marmont. As I open the door, I hear my roommate on the phone while walking around the living room. Great. I thought she would be in her own bedroom. If she sees the way I am dressed, then she will know that I am going to see a guy. This little black dress is a little too revealing for everyday party attire.

I sneak a peek down the hall and notice that Deb has her back turned away from me. I quickly grab my purse and keys and run down the hall. As I turn the knob on the front door, I hear Deb whistle, “Oh, it looks like you’re dressed to kill!”

I meekly turn around and say, “Yeah.”


“I hope you get lucky!” she says.

“Yeah, fingers crossed,” I tell her. If she only had any idea!

I take the 405 Freeway up to Santa Monica Boulevard and make my way east to Hollywood and the Chateau Marmont. I usually don’t venture over to this part of LA at night. At every red light, I see prostitutes, bums, winos and teen runaways. I’ve already seen two people get arrested. The scenes only serve to remind me that I am headed to a dark and dangerous rendezvous with a sexy guy whom I don’t really even know.

The Chateau Marmont is one of those places that looms large in the lore of Hollywood. This is a place known for more celebrity scandals, parties and intrigue than just about any other place in town. I look up at the large building and know that the stranger is in there, waiting for me. I pull up to the front of the hotel. The valet takes my vehicle. I step out and walk into the hotel lobby. I have never been inside the Chateau Marmont before. Even though it is midnight, the hotel is abuzz with activity. As I walk past a couple, I notice a famous celebrity out of the corner of my eye. Another couple is making out on one of the sofas. This all feels like a surreal fantasy come to life.

I walk up to the woman behind the reservation desk and nervously say, “Someone left a red envelope for me.”

The woman looks around the desk in front of her and finds a red envelope sitting under a paperweight. She hands me the envelope. “Thanks,” I say as I open the envelope. There is a little piece of paper inside with a message inscribed, “Come to Bungalow 3. The door is open.”

Bungalow 3? I didn’t even know the Chateau Marmont has bungalows. I walk back up to the reservation desk and ask for the location of Bungalow 3. They direct me to the rear of the hotel where several private bungalows are located. I follow their instructions and make my way to the handsome stranger.

I soon find myself standing face to face with Bungalow 3. I walk up to the white door and grab the handle. I slowly turn the handle and open the door. I walk in and I am standing inside a space that reminds me of the humble beach cottages one would find around Venice Beach. There is a flickering golden glow coming from the living room area. I carefully walk inside and find several candles illuminating the bungalow. I walk up to one of the candles and stare at the flame. “Hello?” I call out.

The door to the cottage slams shut. I begin to turn around. Suddenly, I feel strong arms wrap themselves around my body. “You are punctual. I like that,” the familiar voice of the stranger says in a deep, sexy tone. He turns me around. I look up and see his penetrating brown eyes staring back at me. He runs his hands down to my ass and gives me a nice squeeze. I want to say something but I’ve lost total control of my lower lip. I am a quivering, helpless mess of a little girl.

I feel the stranger lift his hands under my skirt. He squeezes my ass, digging his fingernails into my flesh. I bite my lower lip. “Nice and tight. Just the way I like it,” he says in a low whisper. The tall, broad-shouldered, sexy man of my dreams pulls down my thong. He turns me around and says, “Walk to the French doors and pull down your skirt.”

I turn around. About four feet ahead of me are a set of double French doors that lead into a small patio area. I walk up to the doors and slowly unzip my skirt. It drops to the ground. “Spread your legs apart and put your hands up against the doors,” the stranger orders. I can see the stranger’s reflection in the glass panes of the door. He takes off his belt and walks up behind me. I feel him push my head forward until it touches one of the glass panes on the door. He pulls my ass outward until I am almost completely bent over.

The stranger runs his hands up and down my ass, rubbing my rump until I get goose bumps. I feel his fingers move down between my legs. He begins to slowly rub me. Oh fuck, this is what I have been fantasizing about for so long. And now it is happening! The stranger’s hand feels so nice that I almost want to cry. He rubs faster and faster. I let out a slight moan. Then I feel the strong slap of the leather belt against my ass. “Ah!” I yell.

“Every time you moan, I will punish your ass. Do you understand me?”

“Yes. I understand,” I say in the softest way possible.

The stranger takes his hand and slowly moves it back between my legs. He really begins to rub me well. I pant. My breath fogs up the glass pane in front of me. The stranger takes his fingers and slowly enters me with them. I can’t help it. I moan again.

“Ah!” I scream as the stranger takes that leather strap to my ass.

“At this rate, you won’t be able to sit down for a week,” the stranger says. “You had better behave yourself,” he warns.


“I will.”

I feel the stranger get on his knees. He bends me over even more. Oh wow. What is he doing? I feel his warm, wet tongue between my legs. Dammit. He is so good down there. I don’t care what he is going to do to my ass, I am going to fucking make some noise. I moan out my approval of the stranger’s masterful tongue work. He picks me up off of my feet. “It looks like you don’t know how to listen. I’m going to have to fucking take you across my knees,” the tall stranger say as he carries me to the sofa.

The stranger sits on the sofa and throws me over his lap. He begins to spank my ass nice and hard. I really like this. I really, really like this. When he is done spanking me, I lift my ass up and wiggle it some more. “Oh, you think you can take some more ass punishment? You young, naive little girl. You should never test me like that!” the stranger growls.

My body is thrown over the side one of the sofa armrests. I feel the stranger sink his teeth into my butt cheeks. Damn, I have never experienced anything like this before. He grabs and bites and licks my backside. My body tingles with excitement. I push my ass closer and closer towards his wet and talented tongue. The stranger pushes his hands up my shirt and begins to play with my tits. Before I know it, he rips off my blouse and bra. I am naked. And the stranger is beginning to get more aggressive with my body.

I hear the stranger remove his clothes. He gets behind me and places his hard dick right up against my thigh. I feel the thickness of that dick as he rubs it against my body. The stranger pulls on my hair and forces my face right up against his big dick. All I can say is, “Wow.” The stranger is certainly packing between his legs.

I place my tiny hands around that big, hard dick. I love the power that I have right now. The stranger lies back and makes me stroke him off. I do my best to please my new lover. As I stare at that cock, he pushes my mouth right towards his dick. I nervously open my mouth and swallow that thick cock. I begin to suck him off slowly. He pushes my head down further and further until I gag. I push my head away. Big mistake. He grabs me by the sides of my head and starts to fuck my mouth. I gasp for air as this big, thick dick slides in and out of my face. Then, after a while, I start to get into a groove. As the stranger moans, I begin to get off on this. Before you know it, I’m grabbing his ass and sucking him off.

“Oh, you fucking slut!” the stranger moans as I deep-throat his big dick. I look up and see his six-pack abs contract. That only makes me want to suck him off some more. I run my tongue up and down that dick until he pulls my head away from his body. I fall to the ground. The stranger gets on top of me and begins to have his way with my pussy.

“I’m going to split you in two,” the stranger threatens as he pushes that big dick into my pussy. He fucks me on the floor like an animal. The stranger takes his forearm and presses it against my neck. I couldn’t cry out if I wanted to. It doesn’t matter anyway. At this point, I’m just trying my best to keep myself conscious. The stranger pushes my hair to the side and begins to kiss and bite the back of my neck. He is so raw and aggressive that I’m scared to scream out my oncoming orgasm.

I open my mouth as wide as I can. I’m cumming. I’m close. The stranger pushes my face right into the wooden floor of the living room and drives his dick deep into me. I grit my teeth and cum harder than I’ve ever cum in my life. Tears fall down my cheeks. Saliva drips from my lips. I could die a happy girl right now, on this floor. My body shakes.

The stranger finishes inside of me. He lies his strong body on top of my back. I can hear his heavy breathing. His sweat drips onto the side of my face. We just lie there trying to recover. After a few minutes, the stranger gets up and puts his clothes back on. I look up at him. The handsome stranger puts on his jacket and tie. He walks to a mirror and straightens out his hair. I want to say something like, “That was mind blowing,” or simply “wanna have a drink?” The stranger doesn’t look like he is in the mood for chitchat. I slowly rise to my feet and plop down on the sofa. I hold one of the sofa pillows over my body. As the stranger is about to leave, he looks down at me. “Nice body,” he says as he walks out the door.

I sit there for a moment and wonder what the fuck just happened. My body just got fucked like it’s never been fucked before. My mind is a whirlwind of confusion. And I don’t even know the stranger’s name. Of course, that’s the number one rule.
We are not supposed to know anything about each other.
Perhaps, that’s for the better. I look for my purse and pull out my phone. It’s 1:30 a.m. I have to be at work by nine. If I can get back to Culver City by 2:00, maybe I can get five hours of sleep before heading back to work.