“I know,” she replies with a big, cute grin. Afterward, she stands up and leaves.
I remain sitting on the sofa, my appetite for partying totally gone. I’d have preferred not to know how serious their relationship is. One thing is for sure—if Van Dieren breaks her heart, for whatever reason, I will be in the front row, baseball bat in hand, ready to tear him down, just like I did with James… or maybe even worse.
Chapter 21
Aspen, December 5, 2019
Petra Van Gatt
After a flight that lasted over three hours, Alex and I have finally arrived in the state of Colorado—more precisely, in the beautiful ski area of Aspen.
“I can’t believe it! I know this place,” I babble happily as I step into the entryway of his winter residence—a private modern villa perched in the high altitude with mountains all around, overlooking the lake and village further down. “We used to come here during the winter! You taught me to ski here, right?” I ask, barely containing my excitement.
He smiles as I explore further.
I cross the dining room and look through the high windows, staring intently at the gardens, all covered in white. I smile at my childhood memories. “We used to build snowmen right in front. Do you remember?” I look to the sideboard beside me and gasp in surprise, taking in the framed picture. “You still have a photo of us and our snowman?” I laugh hard. “Oh God, you age so well. You look even better now. More adult.”
He chuckles, his eyes darting down to the picture, and he reaches out to lift my chin. “You too,” he murmurs before kissing my lips. My heart parts in fury with his kiss, craving to feel so much more of him, but I get a hold of myself. “You know, I haven’t been here for at least ten years. This house has been managed by an agency that rents it out all year long. The maid must have decided to put this frame back in its original place when I told her I’d be coming back with you.”
“Why haven’t you been here for so long?”
He smiles at my usual curiosity and caresses the long black strands of my hair. “Too many memories, Ms. Van Gatt.” He plants a long, tender kiss on my forehead. “Let me show you around.” Alex holds my hand and walks me to one of the rooms, turning on the lights. “This used to be your bedroom…” I step into the suite with a private bathroom and a terrace with direct views to the lake and mountains. I smile, noticing that the porter put my luggage here. “Not sure if you still want to sleep here though…” I giggle at his comment. Alex remains leaning on the doorframe, hands in his pockets, a contemplative smile on his face.
“Indeed, I prefer to stay in yours,” I reply, wrapping my arms around his neck. “By the way, I’ve never seen it…”
A small smile settles on his mouth. “You’ll need to change first,” he replies. I swallow nervously. “Meet me in the dining room once you are ready.” Alex gives me a quick kiss on my lips and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
I feel my entire body shiver at his words. My hands are shaking as I open the first suitcase to look for my dress. I take it out and lay it on the bed. Then I rush to take a shower. Damn, I have never felt this nervous. My body is trembling and sweating for no apparent reason. I spread some perfume on my neck, my chest, and my wrists; put on my dress and matching heels; brush my teeth once more; apply some cherry gloss on my lips; and take a deep breath. You got this, Petra. You are an adult, and you got this. I touch my pendant to calm myself down, smiling at my reflection in the mirror.
As I slowly walk down the corridor, only my loud breaths and heartbeats can be heard. Arriving in the dining room, I see a cozy, bright fireplace. I just want to run over there and warm up my hands, but as I look to my right, I find Alex sitting at the table, a bunch of papers in front of him and in front of my empty seat, with a Montblanc pen in between. I notice how he’s already removed his sweater, sporting a slim white shirt, sleeves rolled up as always.
“Hey,” I timidly greet him.
His gaze goes instantly to my dress, the corners of his mouth lifted. His eyes marvel, and he takes a sip of his whiskey. “Have a seat,” he replies back.
Not what I was expecting, but I obey and sit in front of him. I glance down at the papers. “What is this?”
“It’s a confidentiality agreement, Ms. Van Gatt.”
My heart skips a beat. I blink twice. “A what?”
“Read it over carefully. If you agree to it, kindly sign every page on the bottom right corner, as well as the last one.”
I swallow hard, scared of such formality. I wasn’t expecting any of it. This is very far from the romantic evening I had in mind. Nevertheless, I start to read and realize his signatures are already there. I gasp in horror. “It says you have the right to move forward with legal procedures if I say anything?”
“No.” He takes the first page of the contract. “It says: ‘Both parties have the right to move forward with legal procedures if there is a voluntary breach of confidentiality intended to damage or to harm the reputation, dignity, and the good name of the other.’ Petra, this is also in your own interest. I’m protecting both of us. I care about your reputation. The world is full of assholes who are ready to publish anything in the press to discredit us.” He pauses. “You are eighteen now. Welcome to the adult world.”
“Alright,” I mutter. Then I take the pen lying between us, sign all the pages on the line next to his signature, and give him back the contract. “Here, Mr. Van Dieren.”
He scans through every single page to make sure I didn’t miss any. “Thank you.” And he hands me a copy with all the pages already signed by him. “Here, Ms. Van Gatt.”
I play his game and check every page thoroughly, while adding my own signatures. “Very well. Thank you.” I cross my arms, dazed and confused at his behavior. I wonder if he does this with every woman he sleeps with. Is this really necessary? Doesn’t he trust me enough?
“You’re welcome.” He smiles and gets up from his chair, but I remain seated, digesting such rigid procedure. As he stands behind me, I feel a shiver down my entire spine at his presence, his fragrance, his warm breath. But I don’t dare to look. Alex starts to fondle my long black hair, my neck, my shoulders… until he bends down to my ear. “May I show you our bedroom?” he whispers.
My heart skips a beat, and my breath comes out in short gasps. He has this power over me. The power to make me shiver, sweat, nearly cum at his words, at his question. He turns the palm of his hand up. I grasp it, stand up, and follow him. We leave the dining room, crossing the hall, and go down the corridor past my own bedroom until we finally reach, at the very end, a closed door. I’m about to open it, but he stops me. “No shoes inside.” I chuckle but remove them and place them alongside his.
Finally shoeless, I open the door and gasp in surprise at seeing the main wall in front of me made entirely of glass. It overlooks the lake, the small village down in the valley amid the mountains, and the ski runs, all lit with a blanket of bright stars. A fireplace is burning in the corner. I walk closer to the glass and admire the view. Unbelievable. It looks just like a painting.
With his body pressed against mine, Alex bends down to smell my perfumed hair and slowly starts unzipping the back of my dress. I feel his fingers removing the garment while he kisses my shoulders. I don’t dare to move; I let him to discover me all over again.
My white dress falls on the floor.
His hands fondle my waist, my hips, my abdomen, just like an artist touching his creation, until I feel him caressing my inner thighs. I’m getting so drenched but decide to turn around and face him. After all, I have something urgent to ask. “Can you make me a promise?”
“Tell me,” he murmurs with a tender smile.
“I want to try everything. No conditions, no fears, no holding back.”
He blinks at my request. I know he didn’t expect that. He swallows hard, but I remain steadily looking at him. “Are you sure? You really want to try everything?”
I nod and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Yes, everything. I want to become a woman, your woman.”
A smile of pride and satisfaction lights up his face. “I’m afraid to say, Ms. Van Gatt, we’ll need much more than a week, then.”
I beam at him, my cheeks flushing. I have to look down and take a deep breath before I can face his gaze again. “Well, we’ve got our entire lives, don’t we?” His blue eyes devour mine, picturing exactly that.
“Indeed, we do.” He places a warm kiss on my lips. “I promise.”
Then he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist, and carries me to his bed, laying me beneath him. I start unbuttoning his shirt, our eyes wide open, savoring every single moment. He reaches for my hand and presses it hard against his chest, letting me feel his heartbeat; his skin’s so warm and smooth that I gasp. While he’s kissing me, I timidly move my hands down to unfasten his belt. He watches me do so. I unzip his jeans and swallow nervously as I see the hard bulge inside his black boxers. Wow. He removes his pants completely, lifts up the bedsheets, and slides inside with me. Only then, under the sheets, does he take off his boxers, but the white bed linen is hiding everything. He lies on top of me once again; this time, though, I know that he’s naked. He looks into my eyes, then at my face glowing by the warm light of the fireplace.
“I have to tell you something…” he breathes.
I feel his vulnerability.
“Tell me,” I whisper.
But the words seem hard for him to get out. “I do really love you, Petra.” That’s all he manages to say.
I chuckle and kiss him on the forehead. “I do really love you, Alexander.” He’s about to reach for the nightstand to get a condom, but I stop him. “It’s alright, I’m on the pill…”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, don’t worry.” I wet my lips and whisper in his ear, “I want to feel you, and only you, inside.”
He swallows hard.
As I kiss his mouth hungrily, I spread my legs apart, letting him know I’m ready to give myself entirely to him. “I love you,” he murmurs once more as he brings his cock to my opening.
“I love you too.” I’m about to reach to meet his lips when I suddenly feel the first stroke between my legs. God! Now I understand why he didn’t want me to see him. I feel him so thick and hard that I shiver. My entire body tightening, I close my eyes, my mouth wide open to breathe. He moves some strands away from my face then softly kisses my eyelids, my cheek, my chin, my neck, and my lips again. He thrusts slowly into me, and I gasp.
“It’s alright,” he whispers. “Give me your hand… Look at me.” I open my eyes. “I will go very slowly, I promise. Squeeze my hand if you feel pain.”
I nod timidly.
He plants a long, tender kiss on my forehead while pushing gently inside. I open my thighs a bit more. I can feel my flesh giving away, my hymen tearing... I squeeze his hand. He keeps his cock still and motionless, while nuzzling and kissing my lips. I drag some precious air into my lungs, trying to tame my loud, intense pulse. After feeling me calm, Alex forces himself deeper.
“Ahh…” I moan again. From pain? Pleasure? Both? I can’t tell. He then sucks my neck, sending my heart in a flurry of wild beats. Oh my... His touch is so delicious, so protective, gentle, and warm. I bring his chest down closer to mine, reveling in his body heat as much as I can. He continues to push very slowly, nervous to hurt me by shoving farther, as he knows I’m bleeding. “Ahh...” I have to feel him totally inside. “Deeper,” I beg in a whisper.
He gets goose bumps just hearing my voice.
“Are you sure?” he asks again.
I smile as I look into his blue eyes. “Of course.”
Alexander Van Dieren
Consumed by the desire to have her entirely, I support my upper body with my hands so I can look at her tits and watch her moaning as I go deeper into her. I notice her eyes are closed. But not mine. I don’t want to miss anything. I feel her so warm and drenched, yet so narrow that it’s hard to even move. Despite her tightness, I persist in pushing myself farther in. My strokes remain gentle, yet firm and determined. I want so badly to be totally inside, filling her completely. She wets her lips. I know she’s enjoying it—she just brought her hands to my ass, squeezing and pressing it into her. I pound her faster with shallow strokes as I feel myself totally immersed in her little pussy, my thrusts becoming more insistent, more deliberate.
“Ahhh…” She looks so damn beautiful when she moans. I love to see her sweaty face, her flushed cheeks, her parted lips panting for me... I still can’t believe she is mine. God, she’s really here. Oddly enough, I can’t see her being just my girlfriend. Every time I look at her, my dream tells me I’m making love to my future wife. After all, I know I will marry her. Somehow I always knew. And this is how, one day, I want to give her children. Damn, why am I thinking about this now?
I lean down to her face, her lips, devouring her mouth hungrily. My mind is so possessed, euphoric, wild. I know I can’t keep my orgasm back much longer. My body’s trembling and sweating, my heartbeat suffocating. I close my eyes tight, give a last deep push, and like it’s hurting me, let out a groan before finishing in her. She smiles, feeling my warm cum pulsing inside, then pulls me against her chest and moans in pleasure, carrying my seed inside her for the very first time. “I don’t want to ever move from here,” she breathes.
Damn, my heart has never pounded this insanely fast. “Do you like feeling me inside?” I ask, my tone soft and barely audible.
“Oh, I love it. I wish I could stay here forever with you.”
I give her a tender kiss on her forehead and, looking into her eyes, I tell her what I’d wanted to say earlier. “I’m all yours, Petra. And you’re all mine. As long as we shall live, we’ll remain together.”
Her lips part in astonishment. “Oh, Alex.” She hugs me tight. “I love you so much.”
As I come back to my senses, I continue to move slowly back and forth inside her. I don’t want to leave just yet, and I know she likes my slow movements.
“I want to taste you,” she demands.
My eyes open wide in shock. I can’t believe what I just heard. I want to object, tell her it’s too soon, but no—I don’t protest. After all, I made her a promise. No conditions, no fears, no holding back, I recall her saying. I take a deep breath and exhale. Then I gently remove my cock from her and sit back on my knees, while she props herself up on her elbows. With my two hands, I hold her hair back and push her head forward, as she opens her little mouth, tasting me for the first time. Holy shit. My cock’s still so warm, firm, and wet from her. She starts caressing the tip with her lips, her tongue, before taking me in. I close my eyes in pleasure and guilt, yet the image of her delicate, innocent mouth sucking me is all I can see. I can feel her enjoyment growing, her saliva, her warm breath, her moaning. Oh, fuck... I decide to let myself go, lose control, and let her explore me further.
“Open more,” I murmur.
She obeys, and I gently force my cock deeper. She’s breathing quietly, gorging herself on me like a succulent ice cream. I can feel myself near her throat. I back off a bit and slowly push in and out of her mouth. I groan, staring down at her, so satisfied. You’re so damn mine. “Oh, Petra…” I moan, my eyes shut tight at the intensity of my gratification. She keeps sucking me so eagerly that I wonder how long she’s wanted to do this. “Ahh…” I release short, loud gasps, barely restraining another orgasm. “Fuck…” I can’t hold it for much longer. “You gonna make me cum,” I warn under my breath.
But she keeps devouring me, her mouth moving up and down, and I know that’s what she wants.
I give a long-lasting grunt of pleasure and, before I can say anything, she starts eagerly sucking the tip and swallowing my cum. Once I’m done, I pull free, push her chin down to open her mouth, and check her throat—there’s nothing left of me. Damn. Such a naughty little thing. I smile, quite proud. “Good girl,” I say, kissing the top of her head.
Petra Van Gatt
; Colorado winter mornings are always beautifully white but extremely cold. I wake up to find our bed empty. I lean forward and contemplate the massive white mountains of Aspen through the transparent glass. I can see the small village further down and smoke curling into the sky from the chimneys. I hear someone in the kitchen putting silverware on a tray. I smile when I hear knocking.
“Good morning.”
I try to stand up to greet him, but the soreness stops me.
“I think it’s better you take breakfast in bed,” he says with a smile, bringing in a tray with red fruit, matcha tea, avocado toast, and grilled mushrooms.
“How do you know what I like for breakfast?”
“I know everything…” he teases. I blush as I look into his smile. It’s so fucking charming and enticing, and makes me go wild at the sight of it. Having him right here beside me feels surreal. Oh God. My heart is hotter than my tea. While I’m drinking it, he softly kisses my shoulder. Then I feel him watching me intently as I start eating my toast.
“I’m terribly in love with you,” he confesses. I swallow hard around my bite of bread. “Thank you for yesterday. It was an incredible night.” He reaches down and gives my hand a kiss.
“But after all, was it my first time or your first time?” I ask, teasing him.
“Well…” the corners of his mouth curve up, his stare lost in mine. “Yesterday I made love to the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.” My heart explodes like fireworks. “So, it was also my first time.” I kiss him hard on his lips, trying to contain my emotions. Those are the most beautiful words I have ever heard him say.
I look him in the eye and speak my true feelings. “I want to spend a lifetime of incredible days, and nights, with you, Alexander Van Dieren.”
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