A Beautiful Mess
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Olivia heard her father moan, apparently from pain.
“Shit!” Thomas said as Jack passed out. “We better get out of here.” Thomas turned the ignition on the car and sped down the road.
Olivia cried until she slipped into unconsciousness.
“Olivia. Wake up. You’re crying,” Alexander said, shaking Olivia awake. She woke up suddenly, tears streaming down her face as she tried to catch her breath.
“Darling, are you okay? You were dreaming and muttering something about your father, I think. And then you started to cry.”
Olivia sat up and took in the room around her. She was in the den at Alexander’s place. They were watching Casablanca and then had amazing, mind-blowing sex. And then she fell asleep. It was after the accident. She was in the car. Someone shot the man that knocked out the green-eyed boy. Her Uncle Charles was there, but was going by the name of Thomas. And her father was alive. He made it out of the car wreck. And then he passed out.
“Please, Olivia. Talk to me. Was it the same dream again?”
Olivia stood up and walked over to her tee shirt and jeans. She pulled them back on, not wanting to feel so exposed anymore.
“Yeah,” she said, wiping the tears from her face. “That’s all it was. Just the same old stupid dream again. Every night of my fucking existence, reliving that crash over and over.”
Alexander sat up and stared at Olivia, the room eerily silent.
“Bullshit,” he said, breaking the silence.
“What did you say?” she asked, glaring at him.
“You heard me. I’m calling bullshit, Olivia.”
She stared at him wide-eyed, her mouth agape.
“If you think I’m believing that lie, you obviously think very poorly of my abilities.”
Olivia started to walk out of the den, not wanting to have that conversation. Alexander jumped off the couch and blocked her exit, distracting her with his very naked, very aroused body.
“You’re using your body as a weapon, Alex,” Olivia whimpered.
“I don’t mean to, Love. And if you don’t want to talk about it now, that’s fine. I understand. But you need to trust me. Trust that I’m not going anywhere and no matter what you say to me, I’m staying put. Next to your side.” He pulled her close. “It’s where I’m meant to be.”
She relaxed into his embrace, cherishing the closeness of his arms.
“Bed?” he asked after several moments passed.
Olivia looked up at Alexander and nodded. He bent down, swept her into his arms, and carried her out of the den.
“Alexander Burnham! You’re naked!” Olivia screeched.
“I know. That’s why I love living alone,” he said, kissing her on the mouth.
Olivia giggled as he carried her up the stairs and into his bedroom, the dream now a distant memory.
“WAKE up, Olivia. Time to get moving,” Alexander said, nudging Olivia awake the following morning.
She rolled over onto her stomach, trying to block out the sunlight, and groaned. “I don’t want to. I want to stay in this nice soft bed and never get out of it.”
Alexander smiled. “Well, that’s a nice thought.” He leaned down and nuzzled Olivia’s neck. “I could think of a few things we could do. Maybe I’ll just tie you to the bed and never let you out.”
“That would be great,” Olivia retorted sleepily, still not wanting to open her eyes.
“I agree, but you’ve got a marathon to run on Sunday. Get your ass up so we can have breakfast before we hit the road.”
“Make me,” she said, a hint of snarkiness in her voice.
Alexander looked down on Olivia sprawled out on his bed, her naked body covered only by a thin sheet. He pulled the sheet back, exposing her soft flesh. She turned her head to look at him as he stood over her wearing a pair of boxer briefs. “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that to get me out of this bed, Mr. Burnham.” She closed her eyes, returning her head to the pillow.
“Oh really? Is that a challenge, Miss Adler?”
Olivia giggled. “You bet it is. Give me your best shot.”
Alexander crawled on the bed and hovered over her, shivers running through her body at the closeness of his body to hers. She turned to look at him once more, wondering what he was doing.
“Face forward, Olivia.” His voice was stern and demanding. It turned her on.
“Yes, sir,” she mocked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
“I love how snarky you are in the morning.”
He stared at Olivia’s ass and slapped it hard. She jumped and yelped out. It hurt a little, but it caused her heart to race even faster.
Alexander plunged a finger inside her. “God, you’re so wet, Love. Does spanking turn you on?”
Olivia turned her head again to look back at Alexander.
“What did I tell you, Olivia?”
“Sorry,” she gulped, turning her head back.
“Sorry, Mr. Burnham.”
“Good girl,” he said, sliding another finger inside of her. “Now, tell me, do you like getting spanked?”
“Yes,” Olivia replied breathlessly. Alexander slapped her ass again, even harder.
“Yes, what?” he growled.
“Yes, Mr. Burnham,” she said, raising her ass off the bed, squirming with pleasure.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look from this view? God, Love. Your ass was made for me,” he exhaled, caressing her bottom. He removed his fingers from inside her before she felt Alexander get off the bed.
He walked over to the writing desk in the far corner of the bedroom.
“Olivia, come here,” he commanded sternly.
She turned her head and slowly got out of the bed, making her way over to where Alexander stood.
“I want you to lean over the desk here and hold on to the sides. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Olivia replied, bending her body over so her stomach was laying on the desk.
Alexander slapped Olivia’s ass again. “Yes, what?” he barked.
“Yes, Mr. Burnham,” Olivia whimpered, looking back at Alexander, relishing the severe look on his face.
Alexander slapped her ass again. “What did I tell you? Keep your eyes forward.”
Olivia snapped her head forward before she felt Alexander lower his shorts. He plunged into her from behind, a sudden invasion.