Kyle was first to get to Alaina. He extended his hand to her and said, "Kyle Karlsen, you must be the talented Alaina Gold". Alaina met his hand with hers for the handshake, a move which stumped Martin, recalling how she would not even help him up when he scrambled at her feet. Alaina radiated confidence as she chatted briefly with Kyle, before turning her attention to Martin who decided to stand aside as he watched his buddy charm Alaina with his affable but alpha nature. Martin pulled Alaina aside as the throng of models gathered around Kyle once more. He whispered in her ear, "you look ravishing, Ms. Gold", but Alaina replied sweetly, "just Alaina, Martin. We are past formalities". Martin grinned at her. She is beautiful. Drop dead beautiful even if you are used to the Giseles, Adrianas and the Kates. Her tanned but silky skin radiates sex. "How uncomfortable do these people make you, now, Alaina?" he asked her, fishing for a sign that he has made her intrigued with his presence at Charlene's gig. "What makes you think I am uncomfortable?" Alaina asked back. "You want to whisk me away, somewhere private, Martin?" she added, looking at him straight in the eyes, challenging his gaze. After hearing that, Martin didn't hesitate and aggressively grabbed her by the elbow towards the limousine, waving at his bodyguard/driver, James Traynor. James immediately ran to the limo's door and held it open for Martin as he hurriedly semi shoved, partly carried Alaina in the limousine. As Alaina dropped to the seat, she gave Martin an unexpected giggle, coupled with arched brows, as if asking, daring him to show her what is next.
Martin climbed in and as Alaina scooted farther in the seat, he grabbed her ankles. She laughed. A laugh which sounded like a cheer to Martin, it says to him, "go on, let's see what else you got". As Martin hovered over her, and after his driver closed the door behind him, he ordered James to drive to Lake Union. Alaina felt the hum of the limo underneath her as it sped off. She can feel Martin's rigid thigh against hers. She breathed laboriously and decided to close her eyes, lips half opened and expected Martin's lips to touch hers. She jerked her head back, half laying on the seat and quickly opened her eyes when the cool, crisp, liquid trickled down her lips and chin down to her neck and her cleavage. Bellini!!! Martin was gently pouring Bellini down on her lips. Alaina immediately sat up as she pulled her knees against her chest. "What was that?" she snapped. "Belli..." he retorted but was cut off by Alaina before he could finish. "I know what it is, Martin, I meant what dick move is..." and this time, Martin cut her off. He grinned at her as he said, "you were expecting me to kiss you? Alaina took a sip from the glass Martin handed her as he continued, "I will not kiss you unless you say so". She chuckled after hearing that. "One would think that the way you dragged me in here, that you will have your way with me, Martin", she chided. He grinned sheepishly and said, "Ah, ever the confident, strong woman. You think you're that irresistible one ought to commit sexual assault on you?" he quizzed her. Alaina gasped when what he said, taunted her, registered. She blinked at him, trying to focus her sights on his expression as it was partly shadowed by the interior lights in the vehicle. She can't tell based on his tone if he was playing with her, if he was serious or just plain not attracted to her. This has made her curious and a bit unsure of herself. Where was that cool and collected woman she presented to him at their first meeting? Where was the goddess that sashayed out of the lounge after telling him in no uncertain terms who will be in control of him? Alaina slightly shook her head to clear her thoughts. Is Martin reversing the dynamics of their interaction to show her who's boss? "Aw, hell fuck no!" Alaina thought.
Martin's face is still expressionless as he looks at her. Studying her. Calmly assessing her reaction to what just transpired. If one was a fly on the wall, these two were clearly playing a game of will breaking, armed with double barrels of full ammunition. Alaina stared back at Martin. She dipped her finger in the Bellini and slowly raised her finger to her lips, and slowly, demurely sucked her finger. Martin crossed his arms on his chest and raised an eyebrow. "Defensive stance", Alaina thought. She felt in control again and as she was about to dip her finger in the glass once more, Martin spoke as he reached out his hand and held her wrist. "Nothing is more ridiculous than a woman attempting to be sexy, don't do that." he said softly. Alaina jerked her wrist off his hold. She pulled and smoothed down her little black dress which just resembled a long shirt as it was hitched up from her earlier position. Martin snickered. "Are you uncomfortable now, Alaina?" he asked, sarcastically. Martin was attempting to sound concern, but what came out was patronizing. Alaina smiled confidently. She started fussing with her hair and she replied, "No. I'm not uncomfortable, though, clearly, that is the exact reaction you are expecting from me. And hell, you are even trying to impress upon me to be unsure." She was shaking her head. "C'mon, I am not trying impress upon anything on you. I am simply being direct here, can't you see that?" Martin scoffed. Again, he throws her that quizzical look. Alaina can't tell if he's mocking her or just plain uninterested with her, now that he's sensed she's pretty much open to his advances. It disappointed her and made her feel as though she has become a foregone conclusion to him. Then, whatever it was, she impulsively reached over him and planted a kiss on his lips. Martin pulled away from her lips, held her wrists in between their faces and looked at her with bewilderment. Alaina tried to kiss him again, but he moved his face to the side and caught his left jaw instead. She wrangled her wrists from his grasp and steadied his face, directly at her as she whispered huskily "I want to kiss you, let me". Martin shook his head and said, "Now, that sounds like you're requesting instead of saying exactly what I need to do. Don't you want me to submit to you? Aren't you in control here?" he gloated. With that, not able to take the mind games, the control issue, Alaina straddled him, threw her head back and as she positioned her face directly eye level with him, she said throatily, "Martin, kiss me."
Martin grabbed the back of her neck and pressed his mouth on hers. His tongue searching hers, intertwining with hers. The kiss was not gentle, rather, it was hungry, eager and as forceful as his demeanor has been since the limousine drove away from the theatre. Martin raspily breathed to her, "tell me where you want me to touch you now". Alaina felt her heartbeat racing, she wants his lips again. She whimpered "touch me anywhere you want". He kissed her again, then whispered "no, I want you to tell me where and how you want to be touched". Alaina sighed exasperatedly. She has drifted again at the time when she was an eager, yet unsured, virginal teenager, with pangs of desire which confused her when she did not know why kissing made her feel warm and thrilled down there. She wants Martin to do things to her only a man can make her feel. But to vocally express it, made her a little uncomfortable and tremendously excited all at once. This beautiful man, wants to be directed, to do things to her, for her own pleasure. She was thrilled and nervous at the thought. He wants her to be explicit with her desire for him. She closed her eyes, "peel my dress off me, Martin, touch my breasts, play with them, slowly suck my nipples, run your tongue on them", she lustfully instructed him. To her gleeful surprise, he did as she said, down to every word. And as Martin runs his tongue on her now erect nipples, she reached down to feel his manhood. "Oh, God, he's about to burst from his zipper", she thought, as she felt how hard and huge his cock felt in her hands. She heard him let out a slight "Mmmm" as she ran her hands on his erection underneath his pants. She unzipped his fly and to her amazement, he was briefless, boxerless, or whatever he would wear had he donned an underwear. She pulled up from him and sat back on the seat, slightly laying back. Martin followed her, knelt in between her thighs as he reached underneath her ass and tugged at her panties. Martin pulled her dress down from where it has gathered on her waist and on her ankles. He raised her feet slightly to remove both her panties and dress out of the way, then slowly pulled his pants down. Alaina can see his glorious manhood and anticipated a shock of pleasure when he enters her, but he did not. He gently ran his thumb over her wet pussy and the slight touch of his thumb on her clitoris sent Alaina into a near frenzy. Her hips tried to follow his thumb as he raised his hand from her mound. Martin then lowered his hand to his cock and slowly guided it towards Alaina's pussy, but did not enter her, instead, he slowly rubbed the head at her wetness, up and down, vertically, slowly, slippery, warm and Alaina moaned, her hips gyrating, wanting, needing Martin to be inside her. "God, he can ask me to jump in Lake Union now and I would, I would absolutely do his bidding without question" her mind screamed at her. It was sheer pleasure/torture that she wants him so very bad inside her, moving, pushing, pulling, thrusting and breathing as hard as she is at this moment. Alaina eased her hips towards Martin, but he pulls away as their sex comes closer to each other to the point of penetration. Alaina bit her lips, then she gasped, "Martin, don't tease me..." her voice trailing off with defeat as he raised an eyebrow, and continued rubbing just the opening of her wet sex with the head of his erect cock. Alaina started to pant, the electric tingle she feels each time Martin runs his thumb on her clitoris is driving her into a frenzy. "How long can he control himself from entering her, teasing her into wild abandon?" her mind racing with anticipation, her body on fire with desire as she asked herself that question over and over again. If this encounter between them was truly a contest of will and control, then she surrenders, she's relinquishing all control to him, to this handsome, virile, and dashing lothario. Alaina begins to feel faint as she can no longer take the anticipation of him penetrating her sex. She garbled something which was both incomprehensible and animalistic to Martin. "Who can own this pussy, Alaina?" he asked her softly. She moaned "you can, Martin, you can". Martin then entered her and she felt her whole body tighten and released tension as his whole length was inside her. Martin slowly thrusted inside her and pulled out, and penetrated her again, then his thrusts became faster and more rhythmic. His breathing became faster and each time he thrusted in her, he made that "Mmm" short sound. Alaina was beyond pleasure as she writhes beneath him, all her senses in hypermode. Martin stopped thrusting and stayed inside her pussy, and remained still for about a moment and grazed her clit with his thumb. It felt as though delicate butterfly wings fluttered on her sex and Alaina felt like she was going to explode from the sensation. "Please, please don't stop, please" she pleaded to him. Martin slowly started moving again but stopped again, to which Alaina hastily said in a guttural tone, "please don't stop fucking me, Mr. Green!!!" And after hearing her, Martin told her to open her eyes and she focuses on his handsome face and she sees a devilish grin as he said "that's MY girl!" and proceeded to go deeper inside her and faster until her body shook and tensed as her orgasm came in simultaneous succession, one after another. Alaina let out a half scream, half moan as she climaxed and that is when Martin met her last orgasm with his own climax as he let out a deep "aaahh" and buried his face in the crook of her neck. As they both matched each others' breathing, Alaina twirled her finger in Martin's slightly damp hair and whispered "you are wonderful". Martin didn't move or react at the compliment she gave him, instead, he turned his face towards her, kissed her chin softly and sat up, picked up her panties and dress and said, "you might want to put these back on, Charlene's show is halfway through and I will be missed, Ms. Gold".
Martin climbed in and as Alaina scooted farther in the seat, he grabbed her ankles. She laughed. A laugh which sounded like a cheer to Martin, it says to him, "go on, let's see what else you got". As Martin hovered over her, and after his driver closed the door behind him, he ordered James to drive to Lake Union. Alaina felt the hum of the limo underneath her as it sped off. She can feel Martin's rigid thigh against hers. She breathed laboriously and decided to close her eyes, lips half opened and expected Martin's lips to touch hers. She jerked her head back, half laying on the seat and quickly opened her eyes when the cool, crisp, liquid trickled down her lips and chin down to her neck and her cleavage. Bellini!!! Martin was gently pouring Bellini down on her lips. Alaina immediately sat up as she pulled her knees against her chest. "What was that?" she snapped. "Belli..." he retorted but was cut off by Alaina before he could finish. "I know what it is, Martin, I meant what dick move is..." and this time, Martin cut her off. He grinned at her as he said, "you were expecting me to kiss you? Alaina took a sip from the glass Martin handed her as he continued, "I will not kiss you unless you say so". She chuckled after hearing that. "One would think that the way you dragged me in here, that you will have your way with me, Martin", she chided. He grinned sheepishly and said, "Ah, ever the confident, strong woman. You think you're that irresistible one ought to commit sexual assault on you?" he quizzed her. Alaina gasped when what he said, taunted her, registered. She blinked at him, trying to focus her sights on his expression as it was partly shadowed by the interior lights in the vehicle. She can't tell based on his tone if he was playing with her, if he was serious or just plain not attracted to her. This has made her curious and a bit unsure of herself. Where was that cool and collected woman she presented to him at their first meeting? Where was the goddess that sashayed out of the lounge after telling him in no uncertain terms who will be in control of him? Alaina slightly shook her head to clear her thoughts. Is Martin reversing the dynamics of their interaction to show her who's boss? "Aw, hell fuck no!" Alaina thought.
Martin's face is still expressionless as he looks at her. Studying her. Calmly assessing her reaction to what just transpired. If one was a fly on the wall, these two were clearly playing a game of will breaking, armed with double barrels of full ammunition. Alaina stared back at Martin. She dipped her finger in the Bellini and slowly raised her finger to her lips, and slowly, demurely sucked her finger. Martin crossed his arms on his chest and raised an eyebrow. "Defensive stance", Alaina thought. She felt in control again and as she was about to dip her finger in the glass once more, Martin spoke as he reached out his hand and held her wrist. "Nothing is more ridiculous than a woman attempting to be sexy, don't do that." he said softly. Alaina jerked her wrist off his hold. She pulled and smoothed down her little black dress which just resembled a long shirt as it was hitched up from her earlier position. Martin snickered. "Are you uncomfortable now, Alaina?" he asked, sarcastically. Martin was attempting to sound concern, but what came out was patronizing. Alaina smiled confidently. She started fussing with her hair and she replied, "No. I'm not uncomfortable, though, clearly, that is the exact reaction you are expecting from me. And hell, you are even trying to impress upon me to be unsure." She was shaking her head. "C'mon, I am not trying impress upon anything on you. I am simply being direct here, can't you see that?" Martin scoffed. Again, he throws her that quizzical look. Alaina can't tell if he's mocking her or just plain uninterested with her, now that he's sensed she's pretty much open to his advances. It disappointed her and made her feel as though she has become a foregone conclusion to him. Then, whatever it was, she impulsively reached over him and planted a kiss on his lips. Martin pulled away from her lips, held her wrists in between their faces and looked at her with bewilderment. Alaina tried to kiss him again, but he moved his face to the side and caught his left jaw instead. She wrangled her wrists from his grasp and steadied his face, directly at her as she whispered huskily "I want to kiss you, let me". Martin shook his head and said, "Now, that sounds like you're requesting instead of saying exactly what I need to do. Don't you want me to submit to you? Aren't you in control here?" he gloated. With that, not able to take the mind games, the control issue, Alaina straddled him, threw her head back and as she positioned her face directly eye level with him, she said throatily, "Martin, kiss me."
Martin grabbed the back of her neck and pressed his mouth on hers. His tongue searching hers, intertwining with hers. The kiss was not gentle, rather, it was hungry, eager and as forceful as his demeanor has been since the limousine drove away from the theatre. Martin raspily breathed to her, "tell me where you want me to touch you now". Alaina felt her heartbeat racing, she wants his lips again. She whimpered "touch me anywhere you want". He kissed her again, then whispered "no, I want you to tell me where and how you want to be touched". Alaina sighed exasperatedly. She has drifted again at the time when she was an eager, yet unsured, virginal teenager, with pangs of desire which confused her when she did not know why kissing made her feel warm and thrilled down there. She wants Martin to do things to her only a man can make her feel. But to vocally express it, made her a little uncomfortable and tremendously excited all at once. This beautiful man, wants to be directed, to do things to her, for her own pleasure. She was thrilled and nervous at the thought. He wants her to be explicit with her desire for him. She closed her eyes, "peel my dress off me, Martin, touch my breasts, play with them, slowly suck my nipples, run your tongue on them", she lustfully instructed him. To her gleeful surprise, he did as she said, down to every word. And as Martin runs his tongue on her now erect nipples, she reached down to feel his manhood. "Oh, God, he's about to burst from his zipper", she thought, as she felt how hard and huge his cock felt in her hands. She heard him let out a slight "Mmmm" as she ran her hands on his erection underneath his pants. She unzipped his fly and to her amazement, he was briefless, boxerless, or whatever he would wear had he donned an underwear. She pulled up from him and sat back on the seat, slightly laying back. Martin followed her, knelt in between her thighs as he reached underneath her ass and tugged at her panties. Martin pulled her dress down from where it has gathered on her waist and on her ankles. He raised her feet slightly to remove both her panties and dress out of the way, then slowly pulled his pants down. Alaina can see his glorious manhood and anticipated a shock of pleasure when he enters her, but he did not. He gently ran his thumb over her wet pussy and the slight touch of his thumb on her clitoris sent Alaina into a near frenzy. Her hips tried to follow his thumb as he raised his hand from her mound. Martin then lowered his hand to his cock and slowly guided it towards Alaina's pussy, but did not enter her, instead, he slowly rubbed the head at her wetness, up and down, vertically, slowly, slippery, warm and Alaina moaned, her hips gyrating, wanting, needing Martin to be inside her. "God, he can ask me to jump in Lake Union now and I would, I would absolutely do his bidding without question" her mind screamed at her. It was sheer pleasure/torture that she wants him so very bad inside her, moving, pushing, pulling, thrusting and breathing as hard as she is at this moment. Alaina eased her hips towards Martin, but he pulls away as their sex comes closer to each other to the point of penetration. Alaina bit her lips, then she gasped, "Martin, don't tease me..." her voice trailing off with defeat as he raised an eyebrow, and continued rubbing just the opening of her wet sex with the head of his erect cock. Alaina started to pant, the electric tingle she feels each time Martin runs his thumb on her clitoris is driving her into a frenzy. "How long can he control himself from entering her, teasing her into wild abandon?" her mind racing with anticipation, her body on fire with desire as she asked herself that question over and over again. If this encounter between them was truly a contest of will and control, then she surrenders, she's relinquishing all control to him, to this handsome, virile, and dashing lothario. Alaina begins to feel faint as she can no longer take the anticipation of him penetrating her sex. She garbled something which was both incomprehensible and animalistic to Martin. "Who can own this pussy, Alaina?" he asked her softly. She moaned "you can, Martin, you can". Martin then entered her and she felt her whole body tighten and released tension as his whole length was inside her. Martin slowly thrusted inside her and pulled out, and penetrated her again, then his thrusts became faster and more rhythmic. His breathing became faster and each time he thrusted in her, he made that "Mmm" short sound. Alaina was beyond pleasure as she writhes beneath him, all her senses in hypermode. Martin stopped thrusting and stayed inside her pussy, and remained still for about a moment and grazed her clit with his thumb. It felt as though delicate butterfly wings fluttered on her sex and Alaina felt like she was going to explode from the sensation. "Please, please don't stop, please" she pleaded to him. Martin slowly started moving again but stopped again, to which Alaina hastily said in a guttural tone, "please don't stop fucking me, Mr. Green!!!" And after hearing her, Martin told her to open her eyes and she focuses on his handsome face and she sees a devilish grin as he said "that's MY girl!" and proceeded to go deeper inside her and faster until her body shook and tensed as her orgasm came in simultaneous succession, one after another. Alaina let out a half scream, half moan as she climaxed and that is when Martin met her last orgasm with his own climax as he let out a deep "aaahh" and buried his face in the crook of her neck. As they both matched each others' breathing, Alaina twirled her finger in Martin's slightly damp hair and whispered "you are wonderful". Martin didn't move or react at the compliment she gave him, instead, he turned his face towards her, kissed her chin softly and sat up, picked up her panties and dress and said, "you might want to put these back on, Charlene's show is halfway through and I will be missed, Ms. Gold".