My Dearest Aria –
Put this negligee on, along with the dress and be ready by 8:00. I’m going to rock you like I never have before.
Devon
Aria read the note and looked down at the negligee. So much for thinking that she would take it slow to gain the courage to wear it. It was going to be tonight and she didn’t think he would take too kindly to her not doing as she was told. Besides, she really didn’t want to disobey the order.
She glanced at her watch. She had only an hour to get ready. She hurried from the kitchen and up the stairs, then ran into her bedroom, dropped the boxes, and stripped to take a shower. She jumped in the shower and only took ten minutes to get washed up, then back out and cut the tags off of her new clothes. She slipped into her lingerie and while it didn’t look bad on, it did feel tighter than she expected. Her breasts were pushed together, almost squeezed together.
She had to take a deep breath, just so she could breathe. “And I’m supposed to put something over it?” She hoped that the dress didn’t make her feel even tighter. She cut the tags off the dress and pulled it on. Sure enough, it was just long enough to cover her crotch. She felt like she was completely open to everyone’s inspection and she began to panic. Where’s he going to take me dressed like this?
She snickered and twirled around in front of the mirror. Aria looked good in it, but she was feeling a little shaky about the big reveal. She went over to her closet to seek out ways she could cover herself up. She considered wearing long johns or snow pants. That wasn’t entirely the case, but she did think that she wouldn’t be able to pull off wearing an outfit like she was.
When the doorbell rang, she froze. Was it eight o’clock already? She looked at her watch and sure enough it was five minutes to eight. She walked downstairs to the door and she placed her hand on her stomach. She didn’t know if it was because the outfit was tight or the fact that she was worried that she wouldn’t be able to play the part of this sexy goddess, but she felt like she was going to throw up.
She opened the door and he didn’t even get an opportunity to say hello. His eyes dragged down over her dress and he was impressed with the one that Jessica picked out for her. “Wow,” he mumbled.
She looked around, still feeling insecure. “You think so?”
He nodded, lust radiating from his eyes. “Better than wow,” he said. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her in. They kissed as he imagined his hand slipping up the bottom of her dress. He was anxious and desperate to get the night going. “You’re so hot,” he whispered against her lips. She touched the side of his face, sighing as they parted from the kiss.
She wasn’t nearly as afraid as she had been before he got there. With him on her arms, she was sure she could do anything. “Well, I wasn’t so sure,” she admitted, “but I’m ready now. Where are we going?” she asked.
“Only to the hottest club in town. Ever heard of Rush?”
She laughed. “Uh, yeah. I have heard some stories about that place. You must be a member cause otherwise, there’s no getting in. That’s something I don’t have under my belt, but clearly you do.”
“Baby, I belong to the best clubs in town. Stick with me and you’re in anywhere and everywhere.” He ushered her out the door. She felt a little naked without her purse but then it dawned on her that she had forgotten her necklace.
“Give me a minute.”
She walked back to the house as quickly as her high heels would take her and rushed back up the stairs and grabbed the necklace sitting on her dresser, then hurried out the room and back down the stairs to the open door.
She closed the door behind her and went out to the car where he waited for her at the door. “Will you put this on for me?” she asked. She held it up between her fingers and he grabbed it from her grasp.
She turned around and held up her hair, so that he could put the necklace on her. She turned back around and he grinned. “That completes the outfit. Don’t you think?” she asked.
He nodded.
On the way there, Devon couldn’t help but glance over at her again and again. She was dressed in the hottest outfit he had seen. It made him wonder what the negligee looked like underneath.
“Have a good day at work?” he asked.
She looked over at him and smiled. “It was good. Thanks.”
“How about your day?” She reached across the car and took his hand.
“It was busy. Paperwork has been finalized with Tim and we’re good to go. It might take me back to Fiji in a few months. You up for it?”
She laughed. He didn’t need to ask her twice. Fiji could become her home away from home and she’d love that. She nodded. “What do you think?” She looked outside at the passing cars and she suddenly forgot what she was wearing. All that mattered was that they were there together and she was going to hold onto that feeling.
DEVON WALKED UP TO the podium. He noticed the shock in Aria’s eyes. It was going to be a unique experience for her, but she was ready.
“Hello, Mr. Prescott,” said the woman behind the podium.
He smiled. “Hello, Izzy. You look great this evening, as always.” She blushed as she took hold of his card. She was used to guys falling all over her and he wasn’t much different, other than he knew how to control it. He had Aria and that’s all that he needed. She wrote down his ID number in the book, then handed him his card back.
“You can go back to your booth. Enjoy your night.” She smiled. Devon nodded, grabbed onto Aria’s hand and walked with her into the club. The place was opulent and palatial and luxurious, like a scene from Eyes Wide Shut. She looked around and he heard her mumbling her excitement. The main room was mainly a luxurious dance floor and restaurant. And there was a stage on risers. On the stage where an incredibly attractive couple, wearing mask and no much else wrapped in an erotic kiss. They stopped for moment to take in the scene, and then Devon continue to another room off the main hall. It was even more opulent, with what look like gold plated erotic images of men and woman along the walls and beautiful, Rubenesque mural enveloping the ceiling. The room was dimly lit but Aria quickly surmised it was an exclusive, members only confine.
Devon closed door behind. Once she got her bearings, her eyes widened as she stared around the room. The room was full and the music was of the sensual electronic variety, giving the place an even more eroticized feel. It was full of golden poles for dancing and plush tables and chairs. It was already packed and there were several poles that were being utilized by women of what appeared to Aria of various ages. The guys were enjoying the women and their performances. In some cases, it was one man and at other tables it was several of them. The women were in various stages of undress. She shook her head, trying to get the image out of her mind.
“What do you think?” Devon asked as he ushered her to a table and waited for her to sit down. She swallowed the lump that had grown in her throat.
“Um ... I... I’m just surprised. That’s all. I’d heard this place was on the kinky side, but ...” Her voice trailed away as she looked at the pole that was inches from their table. The table next to them had another stripper pole that was being used. Aria took a seat and tried not to think about what Devon had in mind for but she now knew she wasn’t dressed like that just for a dinner out.
“Hello. My name is Mikayla and I’ll provide whatever it you desire tonight. Can I start you off with a champagne or caviar?”
Aria looked around the room, still in shock over what was happening. In one corner, she spotted a man and woman who appeared to be having sex. They didn’t seem to care that there were dozens of people who might be watching them. “Aria? Would you like something to drink?” Devon asked, bringing her attention back to him.
“Um ... sure ... whatever. Make it strong.”
He and looked up at the woman. “We’ll each take a vodka.”
“I’ll be back in a minute to get your orders.” She left the table and he reached out to touch her hand. She jumped w
hen his hand connected with hers. He snickered.
“Are you all right? You’re looking a little off.” He knew that she was thinking about how this was way beyond her comfort zone, but that was good.
“I’m fine but I just never thought ...” She hesitated, her eyes roaming around the room. She then looked back at him. “Do you come here often?”
She was repulsed and fascinated. It was a strange question for her to ask but he gathered that it might have something to do with the fact that all these men and women were going at it right in the room, just inches from them. Maybe she was worried that he would say that he spent a lot of time there with other women.
“Not a lot,” he said. “It’s been awhile. Just relax. Go with the flow.”
She nodded and looked down at her menu. She leafed through it but couldn’t bring herself to stop thinking about them. She was nervous and Devon found it endearing. The waiter came back with their drinks and poured them each a glass.
“Are you ready to order?” she asked.
“I think so,” Devon said.
Aria opened her mouth to argue but he ordered them the same thing, the Chateaubriand with caviar as the appetizer. It was fine with her. She was so hungry that she would have eaten anything, but then again, she just might not be able to eat given the sensory overload of a sexy place like this.
SHE WAS HUNGRY ENOUGH that Aria was able to drown out the activities around as she ate. It struck that it was the best steak she’d ever had. She began to relax and ordered a second vodka.
“That was good,” she said. “I’ll assume you come for the food?”
He laughed. “Something like that.” He brought her to the club because he wanted her to step outside of her box and he was ready to get that to happen.
Finish your drink, he told her.
She did as she was told and swallow the vodka, feeling the buzz settle throughout her body.
He wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and tossed it down on the plate. “Stand up.” he ordered.
She looked momentarily confused. “Excuse me?”
He nodded. “You heard me. Stand up.” The phrase came through as an order and she didn’t look at all pleased. In fact, she wasn’t pleased. However, instead of fighting it, she stood to her feet. She straightened the skirt of her dress and her hands were shaking as he looked at her.
“What?”
She looked down to see if maybe she had dropped a piece of food on the front of her dress. When she looked down, she spotted her cleavage and it was begging to be released. She looked back up at him. She was getting impatient as he gawked at her body.
“Walk over to the pole.” His face was calm as he crossed his legs and put his hands on his lap.
She looked over at the pole. She looked back in his direction. “Why?”
“Don’t ask questions, Aria,” he said evenly, almost lovingly.
Then his voice turned lower. “Just do it.”
She felt her legs shaking as they carried her to the pole. She turned around and he was grinning. “Now what?” she asked.
He motioned with his hands around the club and her eyes followed his gaze. “Strip for me like I’m the only one watching. If you don’t know where to start, then look at her for an example.” He motioned with his head towards the girl who was next to them. Aria noticed her, but she looked like she had been doing it professionally for years. Aria didn’t think that she could match her.
“Strip ... like take my clothes off?”
“Do you trust me?”
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded her assent.
“If you truly trust me, then show me.”
She looked at the pole. She felt sick. Could she really do this? Yet she wasn’t prepared to say no. Yes, she trusted Devon implicitly. She loved him. An odd sense of bravado took hold in her. She grabbed the pole and spun around it, as the girl beside her had done. When she spun around the pole again, she undid the zipper to her dress with one hand. She felt scared that people would start watching her, but that didn’t stop her from slipping her arms out of the dress. She then shimmied out of it, letting it fall to the floor. Devon sat back in his chair, partly shrouded in darkness.
He was right, the negligee she got was even hotter than the dress. Her breasts didn’t look like they were going to be held up by the cloth. She grabbed onto the pole and leaned forward. His cock started to grow in his pants and he undid his zipper. He started to massage his erection as she performed more fluent moves.
“Take off the bra,” he ordered through clenched teeth. She looked up and stopped dancing, so that she could put her hand behind her back. She undid the clasp of her bra and flicked her wrist to get her bra off, then slipped her arms from the straps. The bra fell down, but it was still attached to her panties, so it didn’t go far. Her breasts were even larger than when they were in the bedroom, or maybe it was just his imagination. Either way, he wanted to touch them. Instead, he touched his erection and tried not to tear his eyes away from her.
She ran her hand down her breasts and started to massage her nipples, making the nipples tighter. Aria backed up against the pole and grabbed onto it from above her head. She started to shimmy down, strutting her stuff and he grinned. She had this down and was looking way too familiar. She twirled around the bar and flung her breasts around so freely.
She felt oddly free, liberated in a strange way. She pulled herself up the pole and spun around it, acting like she had been a stripper in a past life. There was just one piece of clothing left to remove. She didn’t even need him to urge her to remove the item. She grabbed onto her panties and slid them down her legs, then kicked out of them. He rubbed his hands together, the hunger growing inside of him. She felt a chill and she couldn’t stand the thought of looking around to see if other people were watching her. She did as Devon said and began to block out of her mind all the other people in the room. Though she felt exposed and vulnerable, she couldn’t deny she was turned on. He could see that, too. As she danced around the pole, she began to let herself go completely. Devon stood up and walked to her. He needed to have her right there and then. He grabbed her hand and hauled her to the corner of the room. He pushed her against the wall, capturing with his mouth her question about what he was doing.
While they kissed, his tongue dodging in and out of her mouth, he started to slip out of his pants. He grabbed onto his boxers and tugged them down. He lifted her into his arms as the kiss kept intensifying. She wrapped her legs around him in mid-air and he pressed forward. He thrust his cock into her folds and she gasped as he started to roll his hips back and forth, attempting to plunge in deeper than ever before.
“Oh, god!” she screamed. She clung to him as he pounded harder and harder into her. The sound of the music playing over the loud speakers was drowning out her cries but the feverish fire in his groin was coursing through his veins.
His cock expanded inside of her as he lifted her up and positioned himself deeper inside of her. He broke his lips from hers and crashed against her, bringing his lips to her nipples that had been begging for him to touch with his lips. He circled his tongue around her nipples, engulfing each one between his lips. She arched her back as he strongly held her up, suspended above the floor. He crashed his erection once more into her and she let out a yelp as he exploded inside of her.
Her juices covered his erection as she started to seize against his body. He moved his lips up her chest and then hungrily kissed her, thrusting his tongue back between her lips. He moved his hand down and cupped her ass, squeezing it as he held her in place with his body.
Her seizures died down but she could feel his beating heart against her chest. He lowered her to the floor and held her as the kissing kept its momentum. “Did that just happen?” she asked. She didn’t need his answer. She knew the answer. And while at the time it was the kinkiest, most erotic thing she’d ever done, she was now questioning why she allowed it. The kiss slowly lessened and the smile on his face caught up
with her gaze.
“You’re mine, Aria Nolan. Trust me. Give yourself to me.” He leaned down and grabbed his boxers and pants. He put them on while she thought about his words. Trust me? She was finding it easy lose herself in her love for him, in the trust he was demanding. She wanted to give him everything and her reservations be damned. Suddenly, she felt weak and empty. Who was she, if she lost herself in the process?
He took her hand and walked her back to the pole. She got dressed and barely made eye contact with him. It annoyed her that she could let down her defenses one minute and the next be angry for giving in. He grabbed her hand when she was finished getting dressed. They walked toward the door, but he stopped.
He turned to face her and slipped his hand up the back of her neck. He pulled her to him and they kissed. So many thoughts were racing through her mind and yet she didn’t know how to respond to them. She tried to smile as they parted but her mind was still a jumbled mess. All she could think of doing was search Devon’s eyes for his approval—for his love.
Chapter 19
Over the weekend, Aria couldn’t stop thinking about Devon and, more importantly, about how he had a managed to have her engage in public sex. She couldn’t believe she gone that far. She couldn’t deny that it the thought turned her on. She loved Devon and accepted that she was willing to do just about anything he asked of her.
It felt overwhelming but it was the truth. She knew in her heart that she would scale mountains if he asked her to. On one hand, it was a good thing that someone could allow her to feel comfortable enough to go to that extent. Yet, on the other hand, she felt like she was just a puppet in his game.
The more she thought about it over the weekend, the more she knew that she needed some space from him. She needed time away to gather her thoughts. Her perfect opportunity arrived when she was asked to go to New York to help with casting a show. She had initially turned it down because she didn’t want to leave Devon. Now, she felt that he was the reason she had to go.
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