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They cleaned up and Dan ordered up a fresh bottle of wine, pouring them both a glass when it arrived. He turned on the television and they sat giggling over some old comedy show. She loved just being near him, knowing that he was close. What would he be like out of Desires? Would he be just as sexy and pleasant? Or was he just making sure he got his wages? If he was just doing his job, and the thought made her stomach flutter with dread, he certainly would be a very difficult act to follow. How could she start again with someone else? Dan was in her mind, in her heart, and in her soul.
Dan looked over at her and smiled, opening out his arm in an invitation to snuggle close. She did so, relaxing into his chest with a sigh, feeling his arm draped over her, feeling like everything was finally right with her world.
She never imagined for one minute she would actually feel good about herself again. The few times she had gone out with friends before deciding to come to Desires, she wasn’t sure how to respond around men she was interested in. It was difficult to find that balance between showing interest and seeming desperate. She never imagined eight years ago that she would be back on the singles market. Maybe she should try a dating website, but from what she’d heard it was tough trying to sift the genuine decent men from all the weirdoes and players.
How on earth had she ended up that way—alone, miserable, low in confidence and scared. Determined to get back what she had lost, and eager to show the world she was a fighter, Stacie’s first stage had been a success—coming to Desires.
Stacie was proud of what she had achieved, taking such a step in an effort to sort her dismal life out. Now she needed to make her future her priority and forget the past.
She turned her head to look at Dan watching the television. Was now the time to tell him the way she felt about him? She could hear Chrissie’s voice in her head urging her to go for it, but Stacie was suddenly anxious about wrecking the time she had left with him if the answer wasn't what she wanted. If he said no, there was no way she could stay another minute.
He smiled down at her and leaned down to kiss her forehead. She melted again. How could all this mean nothing?
“You okay?” he asked.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Is there anything you fancy doing?”
She looked away from him, staring at the chocolate mousse on the table. She smiled as she imagined covering his cock in it.
“I do actually,” she replied sitting up to look at Dan. “I quite fancy trying out the feast.”
“Oh yes? Do you want to go downstairs?”
“Nope, I want to stay right here.”
She climbed off the bed to get the brown paper bag that contained the items she had bought earlier. One by one she placed the lace handcuffs, blindfold and ticklers on the bed. Dan’s eyes widened as Stacie picked up the lace handcuffs and climbed onto the bed on all fours. She crawled her way up to Dan, her breasts swaying. She grabbed his willing hands and he moved them up above his head to the headboard. Stacie put the cuffs on him and reached to get the blindfold. She tied it tightly round his eyes and sat back. He looked vulnerable and delicate.
Stacie climbed off the bed and admired his helpless body. He was wearing only his trunks, the bulge of his burgeoning excitement evident. She headed over to the table picking up the chocolate mousse, and then climbed back onto the bed, kneeling close to Dan.
Stacie licked her lips, looking at his eager face. She tightened her bottom, feeling her arousal already running wild around her body. Stacie moved closer, pressing her lips against his chest. She held her head up to watch his reaction. He shifted under her, and his lips parted slightly. Stacie moved her body up so her mouth was in line with his. She pressed her soft moist lips against his. Dan responded, kissing her back. She pulled away.
“No,” she told him, with a tsk of disapproval. Stacie wanted full control of everything, including his reactions. He stopped instantly.
Stacie kissed him again, moving her lips around his, caressing them. She tasted his lips, then dipped her tongue into his mouth feeling her body responding with pleasure. Stacie took hold of his bottom lip to bite it lightly, nibbling her way along.
She started to move down, gliding down his body, kissing each nipple. He smelled of soap as she kissed down his taut abdomen. She arrived at his waistband, noticing that the burgeoning bulge she had seen before was now a full-fledged towering erection, without her having to do a thing. She smiled with great satisfaction, knowing she was succeeding. She kissed delicately around the top of his trunks, watching his body wriggle. Stacie lifted her head up to stare down at his aroused body, not quite believing she had caused this reaction in this incredibly handsome young man.
Stacie took hold of her breasts, squeezing them together, her nipples ultra sensitive. She didn’t want to touch them too much, not wanting to get too excited to soon.
Stacie reached for one of the feather ticklers, wrapping it around her wrist and trailing it onto his nipples. She watched his face for his reaction. He moaned aloud. She moved the tickler over his body, watching his nipples harden, enjoying arousing him, then she drew it up between his thighs where the skin was sensitive, watching his pelvis jerk.
She watched his cock twitch inside his trunks, looking as though it was bursting to get out. Stacie licked her lips, feeling her pussy dripping with excitement. She grabbed hold of his trunks, pulling them down to reveal his thick hard penis. Stacie placed the tickler over his cock, beginning with the base then running the soft feather up the full length of his cock. His manhood rose high to the stimulation and he quivered. She repeated her actions, glancing at Dan’s tense face. She took the tickler over his balls, watching as his penis continuing to bounce up and down off his stomach. He moaned aloud and Stacie smiled.
Stacie reached over and took hold of the bowl of chocolate mousse. She dipped her finger in, then coated his left nipple with the sweet dessert. She bent down and used the tip of her tongue to lick the mousse off. Dan shivered as his nipple rose in response to the stimulation. She delicately nipped at his nipple with her teeth, smiling as he sucked in a gasp. She took a heaping spoon of the mousse and laid a trail down his chest, sucking the spoon clean, before licking every trace of the mousse off him.
She slid down to his cock area. He shivered with anticipation, thrusting up with his pelvis, begging mutely. She took the spoon and slathered his whole penis in the chocolate mousse. Stacie began kissing him around his penis, using the ticklers to torment the insides of his thighs, enjoying hearing him groan.
She poked out her tongue and licked a clean trail through the mousse from the base of his girth to the empurpled tip. She flicked her tongue over the tip, hearing him groan deeply. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth, sucking strongly and using her tongue to thoroughly clean the delicious mousse off all his ridges. She took a little more in, swirling her tongue over his smooth chocolaty-tasting skin.
Stacie came up for some air, licking the whole length of his shaft, taking away the mousse, sucking and licking, her face becoming covered in mousse. She took the full length of his still smeary shaft back into her mouth as deep as she could go, rapidly moving her mouth up and down. Dan pushed his body off the bed, moaning in ecstasy. Stacie tasting a little salt mixed in with the remains of the chocolate. She sucked his penis like a lollipop, licking it from base to tip, filling her mouth as much as she could.
Once his cock was clean, she let him go, slurping her mouth off his cockhead.
“Mmm, this mousse really is delicious. You should try some,” she said, smearing a generous fingerful over each of her nipples.
“I’d love to.”
She straddled his stomach and leaned forward, holding one breast, aiming her nipple directly at his lips. He immediately opened his mouth sticking out his tongue, licking the mousse off and sucking her nipple into his mouth. Once one nipple was clean, he popped it out of his mouth and searched blindly for the other. Stacie obliged him, placing her left bud to his mou
th, allowing him to indulge. Dan sucked hard on the nipple, nibbling with his teeth. Stacie’s body spasmed and she thrust her pelvis on his stomach. He licked and sucked hard. Stacie moaned with pleasure.
Slowly, she rose up to look down on him, his mouth covered in mousse. Stacie stared for a few seconds watching him licking the mousse from around his lips. She dropped down to kiss him, licking his lips clean. He tried to kiss deeper, but Stacie instantly drew back.
She climbed off him and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him as far down the bed as the cuffs allowed, which wasn’t far. She removed her crotchless panties, then placed a knee on either side of his head. She dug out a mounded spoonful of chocolate mousse, using the spoon to smear it all over her pussy and clitoris. She lowered herself down until she felt his searching tongue find her sweet spot. She grabbed onto the headboard with both hands, as he used his deft tongue to stimulate her into screaming rapture.
She moved down the bed, staring at him, his mouth covered in mousse. She kissed it off, then removed the blindfold. He squinted, flinching against the sudden light.
“You’re right. That mousse is delicious,” he said with a wink.
She took hold of his hands and undid the cuffs, allowing his hands to drop.
She removed her babydoll outfit and grabbed a condom from the bedside table, then climbed on board. She slid the condom on, then guided his cock into the entrance of her still chocolaty pussy. She leaned back, letting her hair dangle over his legs, taking his cock as deep as possible.
She tilted her pelvis, taking his penis even farther inside her. Then Stacie pulsed her hips back and forth on his manhood, sliding up and down, feeling him filling her to the hilt. Her body lost control, her nerve endings were under attack, her mind concentrated on her rhythm, while her body broke into a sweat. Dan took hold of Stacie, leaning her back so he could manipulate her clitoris. He thrust his cock inside her as his fingers teased her sensitive folds of flesh. Her whole body jerked violently and she cried out in pure ecstasy, feeling her juice running from her as she climaxed violently. She collapsed forward, her arms barely holding her up, her body racked with aftershocks.
Dan continued to thrust upward into her, his rhythm becoming faster. He held his breath while his body froze and he gave a groan. She felt him pulse, his cock emptying itself deep within her before he too crumpled onto the bed, letting out a whoosh of breath.
She waited until she was certain he had finished before lifting her body off his, and lying next to him on the bed. Dan lifted his arm and pulled her to him, kissing the top of her head fiercely before wrapping his arms around her and crushing her to his chest. Stacie felt a few tears well up, overcome with the exhausting uncertainty. Did he, could he, love her?
Chapter Twelve
Sticky from sex and chocolate, Stacie decided to take a bubble bath before the ball that evening. Dan elected for a shower and Stacie lay back in the hot scented water, watching him.
He could even make a quick, business-like scrub look sexy, she mused as she watched him lather up his hair before rubbing the wash-cloth over his body. The water cascaded over his body, shining in the light. He rinsed, putting his head under the water and closing his eyes against the drops that ran down over his face. Stacie had no qualms about drinking in every single naked wet inch of him. He got out the shower and grabbed a towel, rubbing it over his head before wrapping it round his waist. He glanced at her.
“Do you want me to soap your back?” he said, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bath.
“Might be nice,” she said, handing him the soap and a bath puff. He squirted liquid soap on the puff and she sat up in the water, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees. She felt him move the bath puff firmly over her back, moving in circles. He rinsed her off with the tumbler, dipping it full of water and pouring it over her back.
“All clean,” he announced, leaning over to kiss her on her forehead. He stood up and went over to the sink. She watched him cover his face in shaving foam and begin gliding the razor across his skin. Much as she liked him with sexy designer stubble, she figured he would look equally delicious clean-shaven.
He looked at her through the mirror, smiling back at her “Is everything okay?” he asked her, swishing the razor in the water.
“Fine.” She squirted some more soap on the bath puff and began to clean the rest of her body, sticking one leg out of the water to soap it up.
“Are you looking forward to the ball?” he asked.
“I guess so.” Stacie soaped her other leg.
“It’s great fun.”
“What are the rules?”
“There are no rules really, just have a good time. If you see something, or someone, that takes your fancy, go for it, provided the other person is happy.”
It sounded like the cattle market that was the local night club. Stacie couldn’t help but think about her feelings toward Dan. “What about you?” she asked, a lump rising in her throat, dreading his answer. Would he be looking for someone who took his fancy also?
“What about me?” he asked, wiping away the foam from his face. He cleaned the sink, then turned around staring down at her. “I’ll be hanging around. It’s your night to see if there’s something you fancy. Just relax and go for it, this might give you that extra confidence you’re looking for.”
Stacie wasn’t exactly eager to bed other men, but Dan was still training her. He might be right, this might be the opportunity she’d waited for. Mike was different, she hadn’t chosen him. Maybe she could find someone to have some fun with. At least at Desires there were no relationships or feelings to worry about, just pure explicit fun.
“Okay,” she replied, not feeling a hundred percent sure, but prepared to give it a try.
Dan smiled and left the bathroom. Stacie soaped the rest of her body absent-mindedly, thinking about her actions and how to deal with the situation she was putting herself in. Stacie was drowning in his captivity, reading God knew what meaning into his body language. She didn’t want to waste the precious time with Dan by confessing her feelings. At least she would have the enjoyment of spending the little time with him she had. The next twenty-four hours were going to mean everything to her.
Stacie shampooed and conditioned her hair. Opening one of the drawers of the small chest next to the bath, she found lady razors and feminine shaving gel. They really do think of everything here, she thought as she lathered up. Nothing worse than giving your man stubble rash on his torso. After her bath, clean and hairless, she wandered into the bedroom. Dan was nowhere to be seen so she decided to relax on the bed while the towel on her head absorbed the excess moisture from her hair. Images of Dan making love to her filled her mind as soon as she closed her eyes.
She opened her eyes and jumped off the bed, grabbing the remote and flicking on the television, anything to distract herself from these thoughts. She stabbed the channel button, trying to find something to watch so she could forget about him for a while. Maybe this ball was something she needed. Maybe she would meet someone who might distract her and make her look in another direction. But doubts kept entering her head. Could she voluntarily have sex with a total stranger knowing Dan was somewhere around? But if it was the key to breaking this pathetic obsession she had with Dan, it might be worth it.
Once the worst of the wetness had been absorbed, Stacie began to dry her hair when she saw the door open through the mirror. Dan walked in, two garment bags laid across his arm.
“Hello there. How are you getting on?” he asked. Then he smiled and Stacie knew she was lost.
“Fine,” she said, grinning back inanely, while her common sense screamed at her from the confines of her stupid brain.
“I have got your dress here,” he said, heading over to the wardrobe and hooking the bags over the wardrobe door.
Stacie laid down her hairdryer and jumped off the stool, rushing over to the wardrobe and bouncing on her toes like a little girl as Dan slowly undid the zip of the dress cov
er.
“Wow,” she said, as he slid the cover off the floor-length white satin dress.
The bust area was thickly encrusted with diamantes and sparkled in the light. A trail of diamantes ran down to the stomach area, and the skirt was liberally sprinkled with the glittering stones. Dan turned it around to show her the long scoop back and small train. From the bottom of the garment bag Dan pulled out a shoe box, opening it to reveal matching white satin shoes, likewise decorated with diamantes.
“How did you know my shoe size?”
“I looked in your boots the other day.”
“What are you wearing?”
“Just a boring old tux,” he replied, unzipping the other garment bag and showing her the suit. “Do you like the dress,” he said, looking anxious.
“It’s absolutely stunning,” Stacie whispered. Dan beamed. “But, do you think I can pull it off? I mean, I’ve never worn anything like this. It’s like something a film star would wear to the Oscars or something. I hardly dare touch it.”
“I think you’ll look sensational. But then you don’t need that dress to do that,” he said and winked at her before flopping down on the bed and turning the television on.
Stacie stood where she was, looking at the dress, processing his comment. Was it a genuine compliment? Or was it just to flatter her to make her wear the dress? Either way, it worked. How often did she have the chance to dress up in a ball gown and look like a Hollywood A-lister?
She walked over to her bag, looking through the makeup she had brought with her. A natural look tonight, she thought, soft and shimmery, to complement the dress, not overshadow it. Stacie carried on drying her hair whilst Dan started to get dressed. It was so easy for men, Stacie thought as she watched him in the mirror putting on his trousers. All they had to do was shower, shave and throw on some clothes and that was them done. He went into the bathroom and splashed on some aftershave, the scent drifting through into the bedroom. Stacie made a mental note to find out which brand he used, and make every single boyfriend from now on wear it. It was divinely sexy. He came back through and put on his shirt and bow tie, then his shoes and jacket. He was dressed and she’d barely started. Mind you, it probably didn’t help that she’d been staring at him in the mirror instead of getting ready. He straightened himself up and checked out his reflection in the full length mirror.
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