Free Serve His Needs - Destination by Karolyn James

His hands were everywhere, all at once.  He moved so fast, it felt like he had ten hands.  No, twenty.  Whatever the count was, every tender spot on Amanda Mitchell’s sweet body was taken care of.  His touching was perfect.
    “Alexander,” she whispered.  “Oh, Alexander…”
    No reply came, not that Amanda expected one.  She blinked but saw nothing.  The blanketed darkness around her should have made her nervous – why couldn’t she see? – but she knew it was best to give herself to Alexander completely.
    Any way he wanted her.
    Any time he wanted her.
    Her hands spread across the bed, the silk sheets rubbing between her fingers.  She curled her fingers, adding a touch of violence as she moved her body up towards Alexander.  She hoped to catch him off guard, but she had no luck.
    Damn , she thought, why can’t I see?
    She couldn’t remember Alexander turning out the lights.
    She couldn’t remember Alexander putting a blindfold on her. 
    She couldn’t remember…
    “Ms. Mitchell?”
    Ms. Mitchell?  Wait, that’s me…
    “Yes,” Amanda whispered, feeling a sultry growl in her throat. 
    When Alexander Porter told her he was going to crack her shell, she wasn’t sure what to believe.  In her eyes, she had been given the chance of a lifetime – a chance to skip out on work and go home with billionaire Alexander Porter.  They started in the limo and finished in his bed.  Amanda’s sexual fire had been ignited and doused with gasoline in a way she never felt before. 
    “I’m sorry… Ms. Mitchell?”
    Sorry?  Why are you sorry?  Just please keep touching me…
    “I’m here,” Amanda said.  “I feel you.”
    The soft touching became softer and finally, non existent. 
    Where are you?
    Another touch came, but it wasn’t Alexander’s. 
    Amanda knew that the second she felt boney fingers on her shoulder.
    “Ms. Mitchell, I apologize…”
    Amanda opened her eyes and snapped into reality.  For a few seconds, she had no idea where she was, what was happening, or who she was for that matter.  Everything felt like a blur until Amanda looked to her left and saw a tall woman standing next to her.
    “I’m so sorry to wake you,” the woman said.  “But we’re going to begin our descent.”
    “Descent,” Amanda whispered. 
    She licked her dry lips and turned her head to the right.  She saw a circular window followed by clouds.  Lots of clouds.
    Clouds?
    Descent.  Clouds.
    Amanda looked down and realized what the lady wanted.
    “I need you to buckle your seatbelt, please,” she said.
    “Of course,” Amanda said grabbing the buckle and connecting the two pieces.
    “Mr. Porter would hate for anything to happen to you,” the woman added with a curious smile. 
    Amanda saw the woman’s eyes and how they twinkled.  They told Amanda she knew exactly what Alexander Porter had planned for Amanda in his private cabin in the snowy mountains of Colorado.  There was also a hint of jealousy as though the woman wished she were twenty years younger, in Amanda’s position.
    Amanda couldn’t blame the woman. 
    It was less than twenty four hours ago that Amanda watched Alexander Porter staring at her from the corner of the restaurant. 
    The woman nodded at Amanda and then turned.
    “Um, excuse me?” Amanda asked.
    The woman stopped.  She glanced over her shoulder. 
    “Is he waiting for me?”
    Amanda leaned over her seat and checked the private jet.
    It was empty of passengers besides Amanda. 
    “Mr. Porter has a car waiting for you,” the woman said.  “No worries, you won’t be driving.”
    “Driving?” Amanda asked.  “I thought… well, I guess if I had a cabin too, it wouldn’t be at the airport.”
    “Far from it,” the woman said.  “It’s about an hour drive.  Straight up the mountains.  Beautiful scenery too.  You’ll land and there won’t be any snow.  But when you get to the cabin, it’s like its own little world…”
    The woman trailed off and her