Chapter 3 Game of blackmail.

He looked around for the other girl he saw her with and she was obviously busy with someone else that seemed to be carrying her out of the club. He signaled for one of his bodyguards to carry her to his apartment while he quickly followed closely behind. He could not beat to take his eyes off her for even a second. When they got to the apartment, Andrea dismissed the bodyguard, took her into his arms and carried her to the bed, just as he lay her on the giant king sized bed, her eyes fluttered.

He thought she was going to awaken immediately but it seemed the bed was probably too inviting to her exhausted body. He kept staring at the figure laying on his bed and could not believe his luck but then, he was Andrea Luca, he always got what he wanted, but THIS, this was the fucking jackpot. Whatever he wanted to do was going to wait, the last thing he was going to do was take advantage of a drunk lady. He got up and took off his suit, took a shower and put on his drawers. He checked the time twenty-five minutes to eleven. He wanted- needed to sleep so badly but he had to look after her. With every flutter of his eyelids, he begged his brain to stay awake but his body thought otherwise so he fell asleep there on the chair by the bedside.

It was dark when Emma woke up, she felt a sting by the left side of her forehead. This room looked strange. She looked around taking it in slowly. Black sheets on a black mattress, a black drawer with white handles, the room was obviously someone else's. She looked to her right and she was startled for a moment. Of course a room like this would only belong to Mr. Andrea Luca, every event of the evening which led to her being here suddenly flashed through her memory. Oh God, how bad she must have looked, when was the last time she had a drink for one glass to knock her out. She needed to have her bath and get out of this dress, so she searched around for something she could wear after her shower, all she saw was Andrea's shirt and she thought to herself that he wouldn't mind. So she quietly tiptoed to the bathroom with his shirt in her hand and began to shower.

The sound of running water woke him up, and someone was using his bathroom. He scanned the room and his eyes met the red dress that had taunted him all evening on the floor beside the bathroom door. He knew who was in his bathroom now and a smile crawled up his chin. He would be patient. So he sat up on his chair and waited.

Emma dried up her body and wrapped her hair in a towel she found. She brushed her teeth with his toothbrush hoping he would not notice the next day. She stepped out of the bathroom and was ruffling the towel through her hair when she noticed Andrea staring right at her. She stood there transfixed at the intensity of his gaze. He was standing up, walking towards her now.

Andrea knew he told himself that he would be patient, but he couldn't stop himself when he saw her emerge from the bathroom. His gaze was fixated on her and the way she was drying her hair was so captivating. He stood up and walked towards her, the surprised expression on her face made it look more appealing. He stopped moving only when he was a few feet away from her. When he took his fill of looking at her, he asked her, "Are you feeling better now?" She nodded, hung the towel up and moved away two strides to the left and swayed a bit, so he moved to hold her.

"Emma you're not ok" he said with a concerned look.

"But I am fine"

"Let me put you to bed", he said as he lifted her up as though she was light as a feather, carried her to the bed and laid her down. Her eyes had been fixed on his throughout the process.

"But I don't want to lie down," she said almost in a whisper.

"Pardon?"he said, lowering his head to hear her.

"I said that I don't want to lie down",she said exhaling, only then did she realize how long she had been holding her breath.

"What do you want?"he asked in the same position.

"I want to thank you but I don't know how". She whispered into his ear

"You can kiss me, Miss...?" he said, his hand on her chin.

"Emma, my name is Emma" she said as she brushed her lips against his

With a low moan Andrea pressed his lips to hers inviting her into his kiss, she gave in finally and opened her mouth. Their lips joined as though they were shaped for each other. It was a soft kiss, a thank you kiss. She opened her eyes and reluctantly separated herself from him. She opened her eyes and said, "Thank you Mr. Andrea", and turned to her side to sleep.

"No", said Andrea between deep breaths "You don't get to do that". He turned her to face him again.

"Sorry?", said Emma pretending not to understand

"What was that kiss for?" asked Andrea

"For dancing with me and getting me safe"

"That figures" he said pulling her up to face him and started trailing kisses up her arm all the while looking at her eyes

"You haven't thanked me for letting you sleep on my bed... kiss... use my shower... kiss... you smell like me so I'm guessing my wash soap too... kiss ... and hell woman", he said taking a deep breath and caressing her neck with the stubble of his beard,"...my shirt and I heard you brush your teeth so I'm guessing my toothbrush too", he kiss her temple tilted her chin up, his lips directly above hers, he brushed her lips and said in a husky tone, "Now thank me properly". His mouth lingered over hers momentarily. When Emma let out a moan, Andrea couldn't hold on any longer, he crashed his lips down on hers and what seemed like an electrifying kiss ensued. The feelings that overwhelmed her the moment their lips touched were unexplainable. Her heart seemed to be beating almost out of her chest, she could not stop her chest from heaving so much. His head kept telling him this wasn't real but her body felt every shock wave that came with every touch, every caress. His hands kept traveling and she wanted him to feel every part of her. When his hand left her waist to the back of her neck, she found her hands guiding his hand back to her waist and guiding to her breasts. His lips, oh his lips had a magic to them, they sent a lot of sensations that she wasn't sure her brain could comprehend right now. She could not think, she gave in and let out a moan as Andrea kissed the top of her breasts. She covered her mouth with her free hand as her other hand was placed on his head, raking through his hair and pulling his head down towards her. Her lips shuddered with every syllable that her mouth uttered. She bit down on her lower lip to lessen the shudder, he was saying something but she wasn't really interested in listening. Until he slightly bit her nipple and with his tongue he soothed the spot again and she let out a moan.

"You didn't hear me dear, I said I want to hear you thank me" he said with his breath on her breasts, he nibbled on her other nipple and she let out another shudder.

"Thank you Andrea" she said in an almost whisper in between heavy breaths.

"I can't hear you, Emma", he said, nibbling and rolling his tongue again. She stifled a scream and bit down on her lip. "You can't thank me with your mouth closed, can you?"

"Thank you Andrea" she could feel his right hand moving down her belly, caressing every curve leaving her body aching for more. His other hand was cupping one breast while his mouth feasted on the other one. And his right hand was moving... below her belly button, it lingered on her waist line, sculpted her hips and was trailing imaginary lines on her thighs now. He only lifted his mouth to ask.

"For what Emma, what are you thanking me for?" his eyes didn't leave her face for a second even as he went back to work on her breast.

"For... um for letting me use your shower and letting me sleep on y.." she let out a loud moan as she couldn't finish her sentence. Andrea's hand was no longer trailing lines; it was in-between her thighs and oh the things that it was doing to her. She couldn't think at all, heaven knows she didn't even want to think. And she didn't want him to stop so with every stroke his fingers made she arched her back to meet it. He made sure to urge her with the intensity of his strokes and the kisses he was placing on every place his hands had been. She covered her mouth with her hand again when his hand was replaced with his mouth, her brain wanted to object but her legs were wrapped around him, driving him in and her hand was gripping his hair- guiding it. Infact, she knew whatever she felt was ecstasy. His hands, fingers, mouth and tongue were no doubt magical. After a few more strokes she couldn't hold back and pulled him up to kiss him. She shuddered from the orgasm and held onto him for a while. He rocked her back and forth, put away the hair on her face and kissed her again. When she had gotten herself, she said, "Thank you Mr. Andrea for everything."

She could not comprehend whatever just went on between the both of them, this was the closest thing to ecstasy she had felt in a long long time. She just lay there in his arms trying to arrange whatever was left of her clothing to cover herself up. The grip around her tightened.

"Don't you think it is a little bit late for any act of modesty, sweetheart" said Andrea as his hand explored her back in circles. "It may seem like blackmail but you still have a favor to repay me Emma."

Emma turned to face him quickly with a surprised expression on her face she thought 'what could he be conjuring in his head' with one little movement Andrea pulled her even closer till every inch of her body was touching his, then he moved, he rocked his lower body into her lower back making her gasp as she felt the evidence of his need. She stiffened her back but he rocked against her even more, slowing down with every thrust. She couldn't help but arch her back to meet him whenever he was a second slower.

"You did not thank me for making you cum", He knew how to make her hungry for him, he wanted her to beg him but she could not succumb, she placed her hand in-between them and while arching her back, she rubbed her palm against the length of him. She would make him ask for more. She stroked his hard length over and over again, swirling her hands in circular motion. His inward grunts and moans told her that he wanted more but she needed to hear him say it. She turned to face him stopping any contact their bodies had. She saw him open his eyes and look at her in what looked like confusion, anguish and for a moment she thought she saw pleasure in his eyes. His gaze darkened as he bent to kiss her. His kiss was different, it was demanding even needy.

"Emma why did you stop", he asked while breathing heavily

"I want you to ask me, tell me what you want", she turned and resumed pressing her ass against his cock. He circled his hand round her waist and onto her and pressed against her ass so she could feel his hard length. "Tell me Andrea, show me the proper way to thank you and don't forget to ask nicely".

"Make me cum, Emma". He groaned as she moved against him again.

"Ask nicely ", said Emma taunting him with every movement she made, reminding him of what he had to lose or gain.

"Please", he grunted out.

That was all she needed to hear before she started kissing and caressing his body. She started out from his lips and placed kisses on the fine lines of his face, then his ear and temple, the whole time her hands explored his broad back. She only removed her hands to place them on his chest urging him to lay on his back. She kissed everywhere her hand touched and as she did her hands went lower – his lower belly was taut and even stiffened when she kissed him. There, his moans were even louder and almost persuasive as she kissed him directly below his belly and finally on the V-shaped tunnel leading to his drawers. She looked up at him, smiled and went down on her knees, taking off his drawers was not a problem as they seemed to slip out of their position, she looked at his length and looked up at him again with the same look of surprise. He looked proud of his member and nudged her towards himself with his hand. She kissed the crown of his cock and at that moment the way he rolled his eyes and pulled her up for a kiss was so surprising- too surprising that she lost her footing and fell into his embrace. He kissed her with demand.

"Emma I want you, do you want me?" asked Andrea in a low husky voice rubbing his hand against her belly and bellow. He let his hands explore the warmth of her insides once more. Emma wanted to think but she could not. Her body required satisfaction. "Emma, I can feel the very evidence of your need", he said breathing against her ear. "But I need to know, do you want me?"

"Yes", it came out as a very weak sound with a shudder in response to his magical hands.

That was all the consent he needed to ease both their pains. "I've been wanting to be like this with you all evening, hell, since I met you at that café, you're more than I imagined". He lay her down, took off every piece of clothing between them. He looked at her fully drowning in her beauty. "You are beautiful Emma, breathtakingly so". He kissed her again before slowing down to put his member into her. Her moans were perfect and synchronized with every thrust. Their bodies intertwined like they were made to fit each other. They built up a rhythm together and climbed towards climax. The feel of his cock throbbing in her insides made her tighten even more. And when they came, they did it together.

Her ecstatic screams and his moans and groans built up a harmony only them could understand. She could have sworn that they both died cause they tasted heaven together and came back together. They drowned in each other's kisses. They didn't seem to get enough.

"No Andrea, you are perfect", said Emma with a yawn. She was exhausted and sleep had finally come to her. She nuzzled up in Andrea's arms as he kissed her goodnight. She couldn't wait for what the next day would hold but she was grateful for this day. The thought of Andrea was the last thing on her mind as she fell asleep...