Alpha Ch. 02

Story Info
Ealasaid's surprise.
19.9k words
4.77
24.6k
53

Part 2 of the 12 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 07/12/2016
Share this Story

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here

Ealasaid did not know how long she had been in isolation. Food only came through the hatch in the door every few days, each time it was rotting the stench causing her empty stomach to roll but after what felt like weeks she was too hungry to care.

She had vomited, the food refusing to stay down for more than a moment and now her stomach cramped. She curled into a ball clutching herself in agony and watched the hatch waiting for the next delivery.

Finally, it came and she braced herself for the sight of the rotting meat. But today was different. The food that came through the door was fresh, the meat was hot and free of maggots and there was warm bread, as though it had just come out of the oven. Slowly, she inched towards it looking round suspiciously as she went. When I didn't change she pulled it towards her and tore into the food. Her stomach growled in appreciation and she ate every morsel. She had to stop herself from licking the plate.

Leaning back against the wall she gently placed her hand on her stomach; it was round, full from eating properly and rested her head against the stone wall. Her eyes grew heavy and as she fell asleep she planned what she would do when she got free.

A small smile curved her chapped lips. When Drago came for her they would tear this place apart.

*

She watched the clock impatiently. She had had an appointment with the doctor that morning to get her on the pill then Drago had taken her back to her apartment. As he kissed her goodbye he had pulled her close and looked down at her hungrily.

"I'll be there to pick you up when you finish work. I have a surprise for you."

"Oh you do?" She raised onto her tiptoes and kissed him. Pressing her body against his she felt his hard cock through his jeans and bit her lip. He had swatted her behind and kissed the tip of her nose.

"God Eala, you're not going to make anything easy for me are you?"

She ushered him out of the door with a wink. "Where would be the fun in that?"

Now she fidgeted willing the clock to move faster. Still five minutes to go.

"Jesus Christ Saidy, you've been bouncing about for the last half hour. You need to pee or something?" Dylan spoke from behind the counter. He was working the bar and slid the tray with her drinks across to her.

She stuck her tongue out at him and picked up the tray from the counter. "Just excited to finish."

Grif smiled and raised an eyebrow. "I think this might have something to do with tall, blonde and ripped."

She felt her cheeks heating and turned away from the counter. "Bite me."

"With pleasure." Dylan spoke after her his eyes focused on the sway of her round hips. She wore a high-waisted pair of black shorts and a red short sleeved blouse. They showcased her curved figure perfectly and he licked his lips.

She rolled her eyes and placed the tray of drinks on her table. Smiling at the group sitting there she she unloaded the glasses and turned with the tray back on her shoulder.

"I wouldn't let him hear you say that. He's the jealous type."

She slid the empty tray back over to him and he smiled. "Then I'll be sure to be on my best behaviour."

The sound of the door opening made her turn and her breath caught in her throat. He stood just inside the door his eyes scanning the restaurant until they met hers. He shoved his hands into the front pocket of his jeans and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile. He wore a long sleeved white t-shirt, dark jeans and white trainers. Her mouth practically watered. He pushed the stray locks of hair back off his face and beckoned her to him. She crossed the floor of the restaurant and stopped inches from him. Craning her neck to look up into his bright eyes she opened her mouth searching for the right words to say.

"Hi." Her voice was soft and she rolled her eyes at her choice of word. "Seriously, just hi?" She spoke almost to herself and he reached out gently tilting her chin up. Leaning down he kissed her, she raised on tiptoes and her hands curled into his t-shirt. He pulled back with a smile and stroked her cheek.

"Hi yourself," he kissed her again before he felt the burning of two pairs of eyes on him. Looking up he saw the two men staring at them before smiling back down at her. "I think we're being watched."

She turned at stared at Grif and Dylan. Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. "They're just being nosey, we can go."

He took her hand. "No, they're your friends. I want to meet them."

He lead her back over to the counter and held out his hand to Dylan.

"Drago LaBelle," his accent was more pronounced as he said his name and she felt her stomach clench. "Pleased to meet you."

A look of recognition passed over Dylan's face. His nose twitched and his eyes turned dark for a second before he seemed to shake himself. "Dylan Sawyer." He shook Drago's hand then pointed at him. "Wait LaBelle, as in the LaBelle's?"

Drago shrugged his shoulder, Ealasaid saw something flash across his face before he carefully pasted the smile back. "That's the ones."

"Holy shit, I thought I recognised you the other night." Grif spoke up and came round from the kitchen. Wiping his hands on his apron he shook hands with the tall blonde. "I knew your father. He was a good man. I worked for him for a while. I don't know if you remember me?"

Drago smiled again. "Yeah, I think I do. I used to come by after school, you always made the best burgers."

Grif smiled, fine lines appearing round his dark eyes. "Yeah well you've done some growing since then."

"All thanks to your food," Drago smiled down at Ealasaid. "I lived off his cooking when I was younger."

She smiled and watched as the three men talked. Drago fitted in easily and she enjoyed watching him. Finally, he shook the two men's hands.

"Sorry to run but I actually have something planned for tonight." He rested his hand on the nape of her neck and stroked the soft skin. "But I'll be by soon for another burger. It's been a while since I had one."

"That better be a promise." Grif walked with them to the door. Drago opened the door and she saw a black car waiting in the lot. Drago motioned her towards it but stayed behind to talk to Grif. As she approached a tall dark haired man stood from the driver's seat and opened the back door for her. She smiled and slid into the soft leather. He closed the door after her and she watched Drago and Grif talking. They were stood close and she could see concern on the older man's face. Drago smiled and embraced the old man.

He strode across the parking lot and came round the car to sit beside her. Taking her hand, he brought it to his lips and kissed the soft skin.

"What were you talking about?" She looked back out of the window to where Grif stood.

"Boring things ma petite. Business talk, don't worry yourself with them." He pulled her close and gently worked the band from her hair. The auburn curls fell down her back and he threaded his fingers through the silken locks.

"So is this my surprise?"

"Part of it," he smiled at her soft voice. She curled against him and he lifted her legs to rest across his thighs. "I hope it's going to get better as the night goes on."

"Can I have a clue?" He could hear her smile and gently tugged at a curl.

"That would spoil it."

The car pulled to a halt and he stood from the car. Holding out his hand he pulled her to stand next to him before motioning for her to go first. She looked up and frowned.

"My apartment?"

"Go inside."

She raised an eyebrow but took her key from the pocket of her shorts and stepped into the small foyer. A door opened and she turned expectantly.

"Hi Mr Bennet."

A man who looked to be in his late fifties stood in the doorway and she hugged him. "Saidy, you didn't come home last night. I was worried."

She smiled and stepped back. "You never need to worry about me. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself."

Bennet's eyes landed on Drago and he held out his hand. "Dexter Bennet."

"Pleased to meet you, sir. Drago LaBelle."

"Ahh I knew your father. He was a good man."

Drago nodded and she saw his jaw tense slightly. "Thank you, sir. He was."

"I hope you are too. You take good care of my Saidy you hear?"

"I will sir."

She smiled at Bennet before starting up the stairs. Drago followed, his eyes drawn to her round ass but the open doors along the corridor caught his attention.

"Are all these apartments empty?"

She glanced around and nodded. "Mostly. You get the occasional overnight visitor you know but apart from that I'm the only tenant."

"Why?"

She shrugged a shoulder leading him up a second flight of stairs. "This place used to be real nice, or so everyone says. Then some guy went crazy and killed his wife and three hookers in a downstairs apartment. Suddenly this place wasn't so respectable any more. It started getting trashed, people moved out. Me and Dexter did what we could but every time we fixed one, another went down. It's sad, this place is killing him."

"It's not safe for you to be living somewhere like this."

She stopped outside her door and looked back at him. "When I first moved out here it was all I could afford and I can't leave now." She shrugged one delicate shoulder. "Besides it's not so bad."

She pushed open the door and stepped inside. He followed, kicking the door closed and grabbing hold of her wrist he spun her round. She shrieked then laughed as he lifted her, holding her ass in his large hands and sank onto the sofa, holding her on his lap. He slid his hands up her back inside of her shirt, feeling her soft skin; almost impossibly soft. He undid the buttons and pushed the shirt from her shoulders.

"I thought about you all day," he undid her shorts and sliding his hands underneath he black materiel he cupped her ass. He groaned, she wore a thong and his hands were filled with her soft skin. "Oh fuck," he kissed the juncture of her neck and shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent. "You're driving me crazy."

She looked at him, her expression a perfect mix of innocence and temptation. She honestly had no idea what she did to him. She gently tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt and he sat forward allowing her to pull it over his head. Her eyes once again looked over each and every one of his scars but there was something different about her. There wasn't a trace of pity in her bright eyes, she didn't look scared of him. Her hand hovered over the tattoo on his chest and she looked at him questioningly. He nodded and she traced her fingertip over the outline of the wolf's head. She could feel the raised skin of another scar under the ink, it rested just above his heart.

She felt him tense and quickly pulled her hand back. He trembled slightly, he wanted to let her in but couldn't.

"I'm sorry." His voice was small and she shook her head.

"Don't be," she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He swallowed and his eyes fell to her pert breasts. Her small pink nipples strained in the cool air of her apartment and his cock pressed painfully against his jeans. "Just touch me instead."

She took hold of one wrist and moved his hand to her breast. He groaned, squeezing gently and she gasped. Arching her back she pressed herself harder against his palm.

"Oh fuck," he toyed with her nipple hearing her breathing speed up. She raised her hips slightly and reached between their bodies to tug the zipper of his jeans down. Gently she stroked him through his boxers and smiled as his cock twitched against her. Licking her lips, she smiled and looked back at him. Slowly she slid her hand inside his underwear and held his thick length in her hand. She squeezed gently and he growled. Catching hold of her wrist he shook his head.

"No," she stilled instantly and he lifted her just enough to shove his jeans down his legs. "I want to be inside you when I cum."

He reached down and slipped her shoes and socks off before tipping her back. She giggled in surprise and watched as he pulled her feet to rest against his chest. He held her up with one large hand against her back and stripped her shorts and thong down her legs. Throwing them behind him he settled her back on his lap and she gasped as his hard cock pressed against her entrance. Slowly she sank down his thick length, moaning as he stretched her and her eyes slid closed.

"Oh my god." She clutched the back of the sofa and slowly began to move. Raising up until only the head of his cock was inside her, before sinking back down and grinding her hips against him. His fingers dug into her thighs and he knew he was bruising her pale skin but he couldn't let go. She thrust her hips faster against him, driving him deeper and her nails curled into the back of the sofa.

He sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist and took one nipple into his warm mouth. She sighed, dropping her head back and pulled his ponytail free, threading her fingers through his hair. She held his head against her and he sucked, his teeth scraping across the sensitive skin lightly. He slid one hand down her back to cup her ass and sped up her hips. Finally, he hit the spot that made her gasp and thrust upwards, hitting even deeper. Her tight pussy milked him and her soft moans filled the quiet apartment.

She bounced in his lap and he leant his head back against the sofa to watch the young girl fuck herself on his cock. He watched her tits bounce on her chest, watched the pink creep into her cheeks and felt her hands tighten in his hair. She was close and he twisted his hips, hitting against the sweet spot inside her.

"Oh my god." Her pussy convulsed around him and he thrust once more; burying himself deep and spilling his cum into her welcoming heat. The feeling of him filling her pushed her orgasm higher and a husky scream escaped her lips.

Panting she fell forward onto his chest, her hands went slack on the sofa and she stroked the back of his neck. The only sound was their ragged breathing and he stroked her back, revelling the feeling of her silky skin. She was so soft.

"Shit," his voice was a deep rumble and she felt the vibrations in his chest. "We didn't use a condom."

She laughed softly and turned her face into the warm column of his neck. "It's OK, I took my pill this morning."

"Good girl." He checked his watch and sighed. "Come on, we should get ready."

"Ready for what?" She still lay against him enjoying the warmth of his skin. He was always so warm.

"The rest of the night. I told you I had a surprise for you."

He stood and holding her against his chest he walked through to the small bathroom. Setting her back on the floor he kissed her before slapping her ass.

"Take a shower. I've left clothes for you in the bedroom."

"When did you do that?"

He didn't answer but turned and walked from the room.

"Hey," she called after him. He didn't turn and she sighed. Turning on the shower she stepped under the hot water and tilted her head back.

He stood outside the door listening to the running water for a moment before walking through to her small bedroom. He dressed quickly in a cream suit, light blue shirt and a dark blue tie. Lacing his brown shoes and tying his hair back he walked back through to the living room and took out his phone.

"Tommy, everything ready?"

"Yes sir. The show doesn't start until seven thirty. As long as we leave here by six we'll make it in plenty of time."

He checked his watch again. "That gives us just over an hour. We'll be ready."

He hung up and listened. The water was still running and he shifted on the spot. He wanted nothing more than to walk back through to the bathroom and take her against the tiled wall. But he had to be patient. Tonight was all about Ealasaid.

He heard the water turn off and her soft footfalls going through to her room. His hands clenched into fists and moved into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he took a bottle of champagne out and found the two glasses he had brought. He had looked round the apartment earlier and found one glass and a mug. She lived light he had to give her that.

He heard her bedroom door open and turned to watch her coming down the hall. He shoved his hands in his pockets and stared as she came towards him. His breath hitched in his throat. She wore a long grey dress, the top was tight to her skin with a high neckline and dusted with diamonds. The back dipped to her waist showing her beautiful skin and the skirt flared slightly down to the floor.

She had plaited her hair over her shoulder and her eyes were outlined in black pencil. Her eyelashes were long, fanning out over her pale cheeks as she looked to the floor and her lips were painted a deep red. She held a dark grey clutch bag and he watched as her hands trembled nervously.

She stood in front of him waiting for his opinion. He was silent and she felt herself growing embarrassed.

"Does it really look that bad?" She looked up at him and the expression on his face stopped her in her tracks. His jaw was clenched and his bright eyes burned at her. A thrill of fear went through her stomach and she opened her mouth but couldn't find the words.

"You look beautiful." He stopped himself from moving towards her and swallowed his lust down. Her cheeks flushed and she couldn't help but smile.

"You think so?" She shrugged a delicate shoulder. "No one has ever called me beautiful before you."

"Then remind me to tell you every day."

He picked up the bottle of champagne and popped the top. Pouring her a glass he handed it to her, careful not to touch her, knowing if he felt her skin he would be lost. He poured himself a glass and touched it to hers.

She took a sip and closed her eyes. "This is amazing. How is it cold?"

"It was in your fridge."

She raised an eyebrow. "When did it get there?"

"The same time I brought your dress." She waited for him to elaborate. "I took your spare key."

"You what?" She knew she should feel scared but she didn't. "You're a first class stalker aren't you?"

He smiled. "I do try. I put it back when you were in the shower."

"Maybe you should just keep it?" Her eyes flashed. "Saves all the sneaking around."

He grinned and slid his arm around her waist. Leaning down he kissed her. "You giving me a key to your apartment?"

She rolled her eyes and wiped a smudge of lipstick from his mouth. "It's not your colour."

He looked down at her, even in her six inch heels she still couldn't look him in the eye without craning her neck upwards. He kissed her again and glanced at his watch.

"Finish up little one, we don't have long."

He stepped back and she took a breath pushing the heat in her stomach down. "Where are we going."

"Well I'm taking you out for dinner then out to see a show."

"A show? What kind of show?"

"It's a surprise."

"Wait we're going out to dinner?" She looked down at what she was wearing. "Where?"

"Don't worry ma petite, no fine dining. No fancy china. Just trust me."

"I do."

He drained his glass and dropped another kiss to her lips. "Good. Now come on."

He watched as she chugged the champagne back and placed the glass on the table. He couldn't help but smile. "My kind of girl."

Taking her hand, he lead her from the apartment stopping to lock the front door after them. Dropping the key into his pocket he pulled her down the stairs after him and out into the waiting car. She watched out of the window as they drove and when they pulled back into the parking lot of the diner she looked at him in confusion.

"We're eating here?"

"You know how I said I lived off Grif's burgers when I was a kid?" She nodded. "Well seeing him today made me want them, he should be bringing them out."

As he spoke the door of the diner opened and Grif came towards them holding a large paper bag and a cardboard tray with two drinks. Drago rolled down his window and took the food with a smile.