47.
Amelia's POV
"Track down the QID on the scan code. I need the location to the warehouse in an hour." Alessandro said coldly as he gave orders. I took the document from him and turned around but I just couldn't move my legs.
He looks different and so cold...it wasn't as if, he wasn't like this before, but his facial expression shows something was wrong even though he's trying to keep it to himself.
"Umm...Sir Alessandro." I called, turning to face him and he looked up from his laptop. His gaze was all stern and it gave me shivers.
"What do you want?" He raised his brows and I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I shook my head and kept my gaze fixed on my feet.
I wanted to look anywhere but his face. He looked like he'd tear me apart if I spouted nonsense.
"Leave if you don't have anything to say." He said and I bowed before leaving briskly.
I sighed when I got out of his room. He has been like that for three days now, what could've possibly gone wrong?
Why do I feel so concerned about him? He's just a jerk! He doesn't even give me any attention!
Why should he though? I was just his slave.
I needed someone to talk to since the whole day had been boring.
Vesper! Yes but…. what's that sound coming from her room?
God! Vesper and Gianni are at it again.
I shook my head and went to my room. Sigh. How could I have forgotten that Alessandro needed results in just an hour?
What was I thinking? I'd just leave these two alone, to fuck.
I tapped away on the laptop, tracking down the warehouse as Alessandro had said. I didn't use the normal process every amateur hacker would use.
Else I might end up using more than an hour before getting the location to the warehouse. I zoomed in on the taskbar clicking on the tracker incisor, this would easily track down any location whether it was hidden or encrypted without an end.
After scanning the QID code, the tracker RFID blinked green showing that the search was successful.
I smiled, zooming the location address. Good.
I printed out the result and went to submit it to Alessandro but he wasn't in his room. I looked around and all I could see were scattered papers on his desk.
He must have gone out. I'd just wait until he comes back. On my way back to my room, I saw a diamond necklace lying on the floor.
Hell, this was fucking expensive and beautiful. I knew it would cost a fortune.
But...who could be the owner of this precious necklace? Could it be Alessandro?
I wanted to throw it back in the floor but I changed my mind when I realised someone else could pick it up and probably sell it off.
"I'd just keep it and ask him when he comes back." I said, keeping the necklace gently in my drawer as if it would break if not handled properly.
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Some minutes later, I returned to Alessandro's room. He wasn't back yet.
I sighed and placed the papers on the bedside table.
What a comfy bed! I grinned in excitement as I jumped on his bed and spread my legs wide.
Hmm fresh fucking air. It wasn't like I haven't slept on his bed before but it felt a bit different today.
I felt so comfortable. Yeah, I needed something soft like this especially after a long tiring day.
The next thing I felt was a smooth touch on my thigh. I groaned and pushed whatever was kneeling between my legs away.
A smile crawled up my lips as I continued to take the punishment Alessandro gave me in my dream. It was another wet erotic dream but this time, we were at the BDSM club.
I didn't know when I had slept off but I swear that I was enjoying this.
"Is that how to twerk, uh?" He grasped my neck, his face as stoic as ever. "Don't you see Nicki Minaj shakes her butty in her music videos? Do it the same way!"
I added more energy and twerked my round ass over Alessandro's dick, my butt hitting his thick shaft each second.
"Faster!" He said and I twerk more faster, thrusting in more energy. The sound of my body slamming against his kept making 'phah phah' sound.
"Now bend over the desk." He commanded.
"You cum easily when we do doggy style, Daddy." I held his thumb, grazing it on my pussy as I increased the pace each passing second.
"What type of a submissive are you, you never listen." He growled, pushing his fingers into me and fingering me ruthlessly. His other hand held my hair to the back, almost ripping off my scalp.
"Y.. you. Sex is sweet and more estastic when none of us come easily. If you're able to last longer then that might stop me from coming quick too." I advised him but he only pushed me on the bed, tying up my legs at either side of the bed.
"Whether doggy, missionary or cowgirl style. You don't get to tell me what to do." He growled, his intimidating green eyes fixed on mine. "Is that understood?" He asked, rolling his tongue on my wide-opened pussy. He spat on it and rubbed his saliva around my clit, earning a moan from me.
Fuck! I bit my lips, moaning as he tightened his fist and tried to push it in me.
"Uh? This... can't fit into my pussy, Sir Alessandro!" I shook my head, a tear of esctasy and pain running down my cheek.
"Do you think you still have the same clit as before. After taking my dick several times, you don't expect your pussy to be still tight." He scoffed, forcing his fist in and I felt like I would soon die but he rubbed his thumb on my pussy tip to help ease the pain.
"P….please. I don't think this would fit in. I swear it hurts real bad…"
He interrupted me, spanking my wet pussy. "But you like it? Uh, don't you?"
I gulped, forcing back the tear that threatened to pour down. It was replaced but a moan as Alessandro bent and sucked my pussy again, sending warm shivers down my spine and thousands of yellow butterflies in my tummy.
"Hell I do! But...but your fist is just too big." I replied and he chuckled before zipping down his pants.
"What's... what's this?" I blinked back my tears as another version of Alessandro's dick sprang out. This wasn't the same six inched dick he has.
His shaft is thick and so big. This is fucking eight inches long!
What the h..
My words got stuck in my throat when he slammed his new fat cock in me. The tears I have been fighting back fell and I was woken up by a forever familiar voice.
I opened my eyes and gasped in shock when I found out I had pulled off all my clothes. I was now stark naked and Alessandro was standing in front of me, his hands tucked in his pockets.
I stood up quickly and searched the room with my eyes but couldn't find my clothes. Where could they be?
"I...I..where are my clothes?" I asked him, my face flushed in embarrassment.
He didn't move closer to me, instead he sat on a sofa, bringing out a cigarette stick in his hand.
He smirked and folded his arms again. Fuck, I know this smirk! This fucking sexy smirk that made me know I wasn't going to walk out of this room with my legs.
The smirk that made me know, he'd hit every core and fuck me real deep.
"W...where are my clothes, please?" I asked him again and he shrugged.
"The launderer came and I gave it to her to wash since it's stained with so much orgasm."
I looked away in embarrassment. Fuck this!
"First of all, what are you doing in my room. Second, why did you cum all over with noone fucking you?" He eyed me with scrutiny and I felt my knees begin to tremble.
How was I going to tell him that I had another wet dream about us?