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But there was no need to question him, because immediately after I completed my last sentence, he had me pinned against the wall and kissed me like he had for the very first time: passionately, desirously, and overwhelmingly.
    He swept me off the floor and into his Trojan arms as I shouted, “Alexander, wait! What about dinner?”
    But he could not be stopped. “Fuck dinner. I have all I can eat in my arms, and don’t worry,” he said as he threw me flailing over his shoulder, “I’ll make sure you get enough to eat as well.”
    And in a hungry and fast pace, he hurried me up the stairs, biting and squeezing my ass with every step he took as I giggled foolishly.
    “Wait, Alexander. Brant will be bringing my things to your room. Where are you going? Alexander?” I yelled excitedly.
    But he just continued down the hall. When we reached his bedroom door, he turned left and climbed one last flight of stairs.
    “Where are we going?” I asked once again, but I still received no response.
    Instead, a sharp mouthful came at my ass, sinking teeth into me, basically telling me to shut up.
    I carried feelings of anticipation, a rush of adrenaline, and an embodiment of a feral woman of godly proportions.
    We reached a single large door at the top of the stairs. But there were no doorknobs and no lock on the door except for a numbered keypad on the wall. He placed me down slowly, sliding me down his chest until my feet were gently planted on the floor.
    “Remember this code, zero-six-one-three.” He punched it into the keypad, causing a click on the inside of the door, which I assumed was the lock coming undone.
    And just then I realized, “Hey, zero-six-thirteen. That’s the month and day of my birthday, what a coincidence.” I giggled, smoothing my hand over his heaving chest.
    “You are too cute,” he said. “I know it’s your birth date; it is also the day we met. And it is now the code to our very own playroom. A code that holds a significance neither of us could ever forget and gives entry to a place where our love can be unleashed for each other.”
    I took his hand in mine and kissed him softly, and he led me inside.
    The truth was, I feared what I was about to walk into; visions of Michael’s torture chamber flashed in my mind. But, to my surprise, when I tried to envision the contents inside as Alexander said “playroom,” my imagination had nothing on what this room really was.
    “Alexander, what is all this?” I felt a surge of energy and pure euphoria but , When had he set all this up?
    “When I left your house this morning, I turned this into…well…this: our playroom. It used to be a storage room, but I had Brant empty it, and I went out and set all this up. When you throw money at people things get done as quickly as you need them to. You don’t like it?” he asked disappointedly.
    I relaxed; this room hadn’t existed before today. In a second’s time, I had imagined him bringing dozens of women in here, and now it was my turn. But he hadn’t. It was ours, and I got a freebee in him divulging all of that before I started World War III by telling my wild thoughts of all the women he had brought up here before this moment.
    I couldn’t be sure of what I thought. It was beautiful. The room was decorated in hues of lavish purples; satin curtains hung over the oversized windows, and the furniture was fit for a queen. The four-poster bed was extravagant, luxurious pillows covered the top half of the bed, and the plush comforter hung over and onto the floor. The room was fully furnished with a rolling wet bar, a double chaise, standing great mirrors all around the room, and then there was…the supplementary furniture that one wouldn’t normally find in a typical bedroom.
    The most eye-catching of the decor was the sex swing hanging in the center of the room! On the side by one of the large mirrors lay a large cushion on the ground that formed in the shape of two hills attached in the center,