by Katie Ford
“Allie,” I growl in a low voice as I approach her. God, she’s so lovely. Even in black silk, she looks fresh and gorgeous compared to the dried-up trophy wives and escorts that litter the room.
“You’re here,” I growl. “What are you doing here?”
Allie blushes. She licks her lips and gives a nervous toss of her head.
“I...”
“Come with me,” I say. Reaching for her hand, I pull her back stage. We don’t speak as I stride into the darkness with Allie in tow. The only sound is the clacking of her heels against the marble floor.
“Dane, I have to tell you something,” Allie says breathlessly. Her tits are heaving under that black silk dress and my cock throbs between my legs at the sight of them. I pull her close, crushing her body to mine and kissing her passionately.
Allie whimpers as I slip my tongue into her mouth and bite at her plump lower lip.
“Dane,” Allie gasps. “We can’t, I—”
“Don’t talk,” I order. “Nothing matters right now … except for you and me.”
Chapter Seven
Allie
My heart is racing as Dane kisses me. I realize now that this is exactly what I wanted to happen when I showed up tonight – I wanted him to grab me and kiss me and lead me away from the crowd. Although I’m a virgin, somehow this man has made me into a desperately hungry woman.
“I need you,” Dane growls in my ear. I shiver as his hands trace all over my body. The black silk gown I’m wearing makes me feel slippery and sensual and I close my eyes and arch my back.
“Oh, Dane,” I whisper as I feel Dane’s lips caressing the side of my neck. An electric shiver runs down my spine and I gasp, wrapping my arms around Dane’s neck and pulling him closer. I know that we’re practically in public – I can still hear the awards ceremony continuing on the other side of the curtain – and the knowledge that we could be discovered at any time only makes me feel even hotter.
Dane grunts as he drops to his knees and lifts the hem of my dress. I flush hotly and suddenly I’m glad for the darkness surrounding us. Aside from my doctor, no one has seen me naked in years.
“Dane, don’t,” I hiss, trying to push him away. Every cell of my body is craving his touch, but I can’t believe a god like Dane would want anything to do with a naïve little girl like me. He has to be drunk – why else would he be pawing at me like I’m some centerfold?
“Don’t boss me around,” Dane growls. He grabs me firmly by the hips and nuzzles my lower belly. Arousal and lust shoot through my veins like lava and I gasp again as he kisses me through the thin silk. Dane slides his hand under the hem of my dress and traces his fingers along my bare thighs. Goose bumps pop up all over my skin as I feel his touch getting closer and closer to my pussy.
“Oh, god,” I moan softly. Dane’s touch is exquisite torture. He slaps the inside of my thigh and I whimper as the slight pain mingles with my arousal.
“Spread your legs as wide as you can,” Dane growls. “And don’t even think about taking off those heels.”
His command makes my clit tingle. My feet are aching in my stiletto pumps, but I desperately want to please Dane. I hold my breath as I spread my legs to a shoulders’ width apart. Tendrils of pain shoot up my legs and I gasp.
Dane grabs my right hip with one hand and holds me firmly in my stance as he continues teasing my inner thighs. I moan softly as I feel his finger stroke the damp crotch of my panties.
“Are you wearing a thong?” Dane growls.
Flushing hotly, I nod. “Yes,” I whisper.
“I like that.” Dane releases his hold on my hip and puts his other hand up my skirt. He strokes my bare ass cheeks, then grabs my thong and yanks it up. I cry out in pleasure as the soaked material rubs against my pussy.
“Good girl,” Dane whispers throatily. “I like seeing you squirm for me.” He keeps tugging and sliding the material of my wet thong over the entrance to my pussy. It feels so good that my legs are shaking and I’m dying to clamp my thighs together.
“If you move, I’ll stop,” Dane growls like he can read my mind. All I can do is moan in response. He tugs my thong higher, until I feel the satin rubbing against my asshole. It feels so naughty that I blush again, but then I realize how good it feels. Tingly and dirty – no one has ever touched me there before!
I whimper and bite my lip as I thrust my hips toward Dane. He chuckles, then yanks my thong down my legs until it’s stretched between my knees. Between the pressure of my thong and my agonizingly painful shoes, I want to close my legs. But then Dane strokes my bare pussy with one fingertip and I cry out with pleasure. I’m so wet that my thighs are sticky, and Dane traces his finger in my juices before bringing it to his mouth.
“You’re delicious.” Dane moves closer and pulls my skirt up. He takes one of my hands and pushes a wad of silk into it, then closes my fingers so I’m holding my dress at almost waist-height. There’s something so naughty about being completely naked from the waist down and I shudder with arousal as the cool air makes my pussy tingle.
Then Dane presses his face to my cunt and I feel his tongue lapping at my juices. He licks and pulls with his lips, pulling my labia into his mouth with a wet sucking sound that makes me gasp. When I feel his tongue circle my hard clit, I scream with ecstasy and tangle my free hand in Dane’s rich black hair.
Fireworks explode before my eyes as Dane’s tongue laps at my clit. It feels so heavenly – even better than when I touch myself – and my eyes roll back in my head. My knees are shaking and weak, but the strain of keeping myself in this position somehow adds to the intense pleasure that’s flowing through my body.
Dane reaches up and yanks down the bodice of my dress. My breast pop out and Dane pulls the strapless bra away from them until it’s bunched around my waist with my dress. My nipples are already stiff and hard and I gasp as Dane fondles one breast and pinches the nipple, rolling it in his fingers. He doesn’t stop lapping at my clit and the dual sensations threaten to make me collapse right there.
“Dane, please,” I whimper. I throw my head back and feel my hair tumble free of its updo. “Please, take me!”
Dane pulls away from my clit and I gasp again, shoving my hips back into his face.
“I would fuck you, but I don’t think you want me to stop eating your clitty,” Dane growls. “I think you like this a little too much.” He looks up at me with his eyes shining in the darkness. “Go ahead. Tell me I’m wrong.”
His tongue feels good, but I know his cock is going to feel even better. It takes a Herculean effort, but I manage to nod.
“Please, yes,” I whisper.
Dane growls. He pulls his hands away from my body and reaches down to unbuckle my painful heels. He yanks them off my feet, one by one, then gets to his feet and scoops me up as if I weigh nothing at all. He carries me over to the wall, then pushes his body against mine and kisses me passionately. His lips and tongue and chin are soaked with my juices and I lap them up and suck on Dane’s mouth.
“Good girl,” Dane growls again. He reaches between our bodies and fumbles with his belt and tuxedo pants. They fall down to his knees and I feel something stiff and hard poking me in the lower belly. When I look down, my jaw drops at the sight of his erect manhood.
“You’re huge!” I cry softly. There’s no way that thing is going to fit in my virgin pussy!
Dane tangles a hand in my hair and yanks my head to the side. When I feel his lips against my ear, pleasure crawls down my spine and I shudder.
“I am,” Dane growls. “And you’re going to take every last inch, baby girl.”
Dane hoists me into the air and spreads my legs, pushing me against the wall and trapping me. I wrap my arms around his neck to hold myself up. That’s when I feel the head of his massive cock pressing against the entrance to my cunt.
All I can do is whimper as Dane teases me with his tip, moving his hips so it bumps against my clit and makes me shiver. Anticipation builds in my lower belly and
I cry out loudly as Dane’s cock finally plunges deep inside of my body.
“You’re mine,” Dane grunts. For a moment, he doesn’t move. Then he begins to rock his body and move his hips against me. My pussy almost hurts from taking such a massive cock, but I can feel my muscles start to relax and stretch with each slow thrust. It feels so good that I worm closer to Dane.
With each thrust, Dane’s pubic bone rubs against my clit and spasms of pleasure rocket through my body. I can’t keep from crying out every time his cock buries itself in my pussy and soon I’m whimpering and moaning.
Our bodies move in a skilled, passionate tango as the lovemaking grows more intense. When Dane brings his lips to mine for a deep kiss, I spread my thighs even wider and wrap my legs around his waist. The angle lets Dane fuck me even deeper and I gasp as I feel the head of his massive manhood bumping against my cervix. He’s filling me in a way that I never dreamed a man would.
A warm feeling starts between my legs and grows larger and larger with every breath until I feel like something is gripping my clit and pussy. I hold my breath and the feeling swells inside of me like it’s going to burst.
“Dane!” I cry loudly. “Oh my god, Dane, I’m gonna come for you!”
“Hold it in, baby girl,” Dane grunts. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum,” he growls into my ear. Shivers run down my spine at the lewd thought, even as that big body shakes powerfully in my arms.
Dane slides a hand between our bodies and rubs my clit with his thumb. His ministrations send me over the edge and I scream as my whole body tingles and shakes with a powerful orgasm. Dane loses it as well. He bucks and thrusts and buries his cock deep within me while roaring with pleasure.
“FUCK!” is his rough grunt. “Fuck shit fuck!”
I feel him twitch inside of me and shudder as ropes of cum blast my insides. It only causes my orgasm to peak even higher, the spasms of my pussy pulling that hot seed deeper inside.
Oh god, it’s so good. For a moment, we stay locked together without moving, our bodies quivering and heaving with exertion as well as passion. Then Dane slowly releases me and I take an unsteady step onto the floor.
Dane pulls up his pants and fixes his belt and I stand there for a moment, staring like an idiot until I realize that I’m basically nude. With trembling hands, I pull up my panties and adjust my bra, then try to smooth out the wrinkles in the black silk dress.
“I’ll pay for that to be cleaned,” Dane growls in a low voice. The atmosphere between us is still charged and tense and it feels almost absurd to be talking about something as normal as dry-cleaning. He just made love to me and all he can think about is my dress? It’s perverse in an oddly funny way.
“Thanks,” I say, choking back a giggle. I’m sure I come off as an insane woman, his seed still dripping deliciously down my thigh. Sensing my mood, Dane looks at me and frowns.
“You’re shaking,” he says. “Come here sweetheart.”
When I don’t move, Dane steps closer and pulls me into his arms. He smells like our shared sweat and I close my eyes and rest my head on his massive chest. In Dane’s arms, I feel almost dainty – like I’ve never felt before in my life. He’s so powerful and strong that I know I’m safe from the outside world.
“Come on,” Dane whispers in a low voice. “We should get out of here.”
I swallow nervously as I lean down to buckle the painful heels back on my feet. Dane takes my hand and leads me out from backstage. The awards ceremony has ended and all of the guests are milling around with drinks and canapés, looking all too satisfied with themselves.
Dane leads me outside. “Come with me,” he growls.
I nod. Now that the sexual tension has faded, my anxiety has come back. My father – the whole reason I came tonight in the first place – pops back into my mind and I shiver. Because I know I should tell Dane about what my father said. Heck, I know I should tell Dane everything, including all the details of my botched Lockdown interview.
But the problem is that I have no idea how to even bring it up. How do I say something like “Oh by the way, my dad wants me to engage in corporate espionage? He’s an asshole and wants me to spy on you so that he can steal all of your money?” The words are just impossible, and I feel like such a dumb little girl. I don’t know what I was thinking when I showed up at the Excellence Awards...that Dane would see me and somehow read my mind?
Dane guides me to his Town Car where a driver is waiting by the back seat. When Hanson sees me, he raises an eyebrow.
“Miss Allie,” he says. “A pleasure.”
I blush. “Likewise,” I say. It’s embarrassing to know that this man knows about me and I hadn’t even seen his face until now.
He opens the door and I climb inside.
“Thank you, Hanson,” Dane says as he follows. When the door closes behind him, he reaches for champagne cupboard and pours two flutes without asking. When he hands one to me, I clink mine against his.
“To finding you again,” Dane growls. “I was going crazy thinking about you.”
I swallow nervously and lick my lips. “I was thinking about you, too,” I admit softly. Tell him, Allie! I order myself. Now is the perfect time. Secrets like this are too big to keep to yourself.
But the moment passes and I can’t force the words to come. Besides, what would I tell him, anyway? That my father has an interest in his company? So what? That’s probably every professional male looking to make it rich. Besides, I don’t think my father is a malicious person. I hope not, at least. He’s always played it clean as far as I know, and there’s been no trouble from the IRS or the Feds. Plus, he is my father. Family comes first, and I know that I always have to be loyal to my parents. They did raise me, after all.
A strange feeling settles over me as the limo begins to move forward.
“You’re being quiet,” Dane says. He reaches over and strokes my shoulder. “What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” I lie. “But you should probably take me home.”
Dane raises an eyebrow. “You’re welcome to spend the night with me,” he says. “I have a condo in Manhattan.” He cocks his head to the side and smirks. “We could get breakfast tomorrow. Or, if you prefer, stay in bed. My chef makes a mean eggs benedict.”
“That does sound good,” I admit. It’s strange – I can’t believe Dane is actually encouraging me to eat. It’s not something that I’m used to hearing, especially from adults.
“So, stay with me,” Dane says. He drains his champagne and refills his glass from the bottle. When he looks at me again, there’s a wicked sparkle in his eye that makes me shiver.
“I can’t,” I reply quietly. “I live with my parents. They’d be really mad at me if I didn’t come home.”
Dane frowns. “Call them,” he says. He holds up his new iPhone. “Use mine, I don’t care.”
My stomach twists into knots and I shake my head. “I wish I could,” I tell him honestly. “But my dad is really strict. He’d kill me if I stayed out all night.”
Dane chuckles. “You’re twenty years old,” he says. “You’re an adult, Allie. Why not move out on your own?”
I flush. “I can’t,” I whisper. “Not until I’m done with school, at least.”
Dane frowns. “So, when can I see you again then? Tell me.”
“I can’t,” I say softly, feeling like a broken record. “I’m sorry,” I add in a desperate voice. “I really am.”
“Why not?” Dane leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. “I want to see you again, Allie.”
His words send chills down my spine. “Dane, I’m sorry, I just can’t.” I swallow nervously. “I’m still a student! We don’t have anything in common,” I add. My resistance is melting by the second, but I know that I have to stand firm.
There is no way this can continue.
I can’t betray my father. And a man like Dane Andersen will get bored with me in approximately two point five seconds. There’s no way I can hold t
he interest of a gorgeous billionaire like him – I can’t even get a boyfriend my own age, how the heck could I prove an interesting girlfriend for the man who could literally buy the world if he wanted?
Dane’s gaze is flinty and hard. “I’m not used to hearing ‘no,’” he says. “I’m a man who gets what he wants.”
Dane’s words fill me with a dangerous hope. Does he actually like me? Or, like he said, does he just want the thrill of chasing a girl who doesn’t throw herself at his money?
“Please, just take me home,” I whisper softly. I can hardly meet Dane’s eyes as I give him the address of my parents’ mansion.
Dane doesn’t reply, but he leans forward and raps on the solid partition. “We’ll be dropping Miss Carter off at her home,” he says coldly. As he relays my address to Hanson, I sink back into the rich leather seat of the Town Car.
I can’t keep seeing Dane. I know it’s going to end badly, and that I’m going to get hurt. If I’m already this obsessed with him after only two meetings, imagine how much of a goner I’ll be if we actually start dating. But it wouldn’t end well because I know I’m not good enough to hold his attention. I’m too young and hopelessly naïve for a cultured, educated, powerful man like Dane.