by Lucy Lixx
“Good morning, sir. What is this?” I asked innocently.
He motioned towards the ticket, pointing out the embossed lettering on the cream colored paper. It was beautifully designed with curly letters taking up most of the space, describing the admittance of Devon Bloom plus one guest of his choice. There was no listed address and the sentence at the bottom read, “Where dreaming is a delight.” I studied this with curiosity, wondering what they were referring to and then looked back up to see Devon's eyes glittering down at me. The smile on his face was intensely mischievous, his lips curling upwards as if hiding a diabolical plan. I shivered.
“This is your project, Miss Andrea. I'm in need of a date for tonight's gala event across town. I've already procured a dress in your size in hopes that you might agree. It would be terribly embarrassing to go alone,” Devon explained as my eyes grew wide. “Could you finish all your work by 2:00 PM?”
I was trying hard to keep my lower lip from quivering, my nervous system overreacting and shooting electrical signals throughout my body. With a controlled smile, I agreed.
“But why are we getting ready so early? The event isn't until 6:00 PM,” I pointed out.
Devon leaned over my desk to whisper his response, explaining that he had booked a hot massage, manicure, pedicure, and hair appointment for me to look my best. I couldn't keep from flushing as I had never had someone so eager to have me at their side while looking absolutely extravagant. Suddenly, all of my fantasies came flooding back to my mind and I thought about last night's encounter. He had been planning this the whole time and I had no idea! Had he meant to kiss me last night? The look in his eye warned me of his intention, his soft lips wanting to engulf my tongue with pleasure.
I found myself leaning forward and had to stop, noticing that the two of us being so close was picking up stares and whispers from the entire office staff. The phone rang and brought me back to reality, allowing me to excuse myself from the terribly awkward situation at hand.
“I can't thank you enough, sir,” I said before answering the phone.
“Please, call me Devon,” he said before slipping into his office.
The person on the other end of the line was repeatedly greeting me while I remained silent, totally honed in on the buttocks of the man walking away from me and towards his desk. I was leaning again. Maura cleared her throat and motioned with her eyes toward the ticket that was still on the desk. I wanted to tell her about it, but I also wanted it to be a secret. I knew what kind of talk went around the water cooler and Maura was certainly the center of that. While Maura rose to come look, I hid the ticket in the desk drawer and held up my hand as I finally answered the person screaming through the speaker of the phone.
Defeated temporarily, Maura sat back down at her desk and tapped her pen on the pile of folders under her hand. I knew she would try to get a peek at it later, perhaps even snap a little picture to show everybody else in the office. I could feel them all glaring at the back of my head, perhaps jealous that the most handsome man of the company had given me something deliciously expensive while inviting me out. I turned to look at the dress that glimmered in the morning light. In another five hours, I would be in the capable hands of the most elegant man in the city, getting prim and proper to be his arm candy.
While I wasn't typically fond of being an object, I found this invitation to be incredibly flattering. Clearly, Devon found me attractive enough to be his date, but did this attraction push past our professional relationship? Would we become friends? Every cell of my body was screaming in hopes that it would, that perhaps I wouldn't spend tonight alone. My hope drove me to work twice as hard as any other day and I ended up finishing all of my work forty-five minutes early. I followed Devon confidently to the elevator as the entire office trailed behind us, pretending like they weren't watching. As the doors closed, I winked at Maura who smiled in response and waved.
“I will drop you off at the spa and pick you up in time for you to slip in to your dress and get a bite to eat. What do you typically like to eat?” asked Devon as we rode the elevator down.
I stared at him blankly. Eat? We were eating dinner, too? This was turning into a real date instead of a project and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach desperately trying to get out.
“Dinner…?” I couldn't seem to formulate a response.
Amused, Devon chuckled and said, “Yes, dinner. Where would you like to eat? Think about that while you're relaxing. I want you to feel like a princess.”
I clutched the dress under my arms and practically melted when the doors opened for us to step into the garage. As I walked to my car, Devon said he would meet me at my house to be picked up. I already felt like a princess holding this dress. It's elegance surpassed anything I had ever seen in my life. The drive home was filled with excited yelps and squeals, my eyes continuously turning to the dress in the passenger's seat. I would be his princess tonight. It was a fantasy come true.
Chapter Three
The material of the dress Devon had bought me felt like silk against my skin and it slipped over my thighs as we rode in the back of his car. My hands were gloved with the softest velvet, the fabric feeling even silkier against the dress as I moved my skirts about. Part of me was tempted to be flirtatious and lift the hem of the dress to reveal my sexy legs, but I didn't want to prematurely come on to the beautiful man next to me. His suit was absolutely gorgeous and complete with a rose in the breast pocket, appearing so much different than he did at work on a typical day.
As we drove uphill, a mansion came into view and the driver pulled us up in front of the steps. I didn't know this event would be at a mansion! The door opened and Devon stepped out first, turning to help me from the vehicle. I graciously accepted his hand and planted my feet firmly on the concrete, careful not to lose my footing to prevent any embarrassing accidents. The scenery inspired me to straighten my posture and hold my chin a little higher, something I hadn't done since I was a young girl. My mother had thrown me in a pageant once where my coach taught me to walk in this fashion, saying it displayed a sense of class. Seeing as I was about to be in the company of the affluent, I figured it was a good time to act like I had class even if I didn't.
We entered the mansion and traded our tickets for masquerade masks. Devon helped me tie mine and stroked my cheek, commenting how beautiful I looked this evening. The mask hid my flushed face and I took his arm as we walked through a set of satin curtains hanging in front of an entrance. I almost lost Devon's hand in the fabric and nearly panicked until the curtains finally opened up to reveal a lavish room decorated with antique furniture and classic nude portraits. Most of the furniture was occupied by bodies covered in glittering silk and mesh. Each face was covered with a mask, the identity of any individual effectively hidden.
As my eyes washed over the scene, I realized that the bodies sitting incredibly close were actually humping. Legs were intertwined with multiple body parts and hands were lodged firmly between thighs while drunken moans floated across the room. Horrified, I searched around for a door that led somewhere else, a bathroom perhaps, where I could compose myself. Devon noticed my panic and took my hand, pulling me towards one of the paintings that opened up into a lounge room. Panting, I sat in one of the lush chairs available and held my hand to my heart. It was beating heavily against the inside of my ribs, threatening to bust out of my chest.
Devon disappeared out of one door and came back through another, holding a glass of water in one hand and a pill in the other. He held them out to me, beckoning me to take it and drink. I pushed his hands away, but he insisted, assuring me that it would calm my nerves while taking away the shock. Through the mask, I studied his features. He seemed to empathize, but I really couldn't tell because the feathers of my mask were in the way. Part of me wanted to tear off the mask and leave while the other part of me wanted to ravish him here in this room. Was this what it took to earn his affection?
“I should have w
arned you, but you seemed like you would enjoy something different than the norm,” Devon explained while kneeling down next to me. “I thought perhaps you were as interested in the alternative as me.”
I met his gaze with some surprise, wondering what made me appear potentially eccentric. Was it my lack of socializing or the way I readjusted my skirt upon him entering the office? Could he hear my thoughts at night as I stroked my sopping wet peach to the image of him ramming me against a wall?
“For the past year, I have been wanting to ask you to come with me. I have worked up every bit of nerve and failed, the scent of you filling me with regret every time you leave,” Devon said while holding my chin. “I want to spoil you, ravish you, pleasure you – please, take the pill and follow me down into this beautiful, dark world. It will be worth your while.”
How had he hidden all of these things from me? My shock was overwhelming and I couldn't take it anymore. I agreed to take the pill and he placed it between his lips, leaning forward to meet mine. His tongue pushed the pill into my mouth and lingered briefly before he handed me the water to swallow. Within a few minutes, I was feeling much better and stood to follow Devon back out amidst the orgy taking place beyond the painting. I stayed close behind him as he walked about the room, greeting many of the attendees even as they were in the midst of sex. I nodded politely when he motioned towards me and tried to keep a sweet smile on my face. Hopefully, no one had witnessed my embarrassing retreat behind the painting.
Suddenly, I felt quite faint and grabbed Devon's coat pocket before tumbling forward. He caught my limp body in his arms and chuckled lightly, mentioning to the man standing next to him that this was my first taste of delight. The charming man leaned over to say something clever and kissed my hand that was completely void of muscle control. I hoped I wouldn't pee on myself. As Devon took me through another hall, I listened to the low hum of moans and bays that echoed from each room, the joyful rise of voices filling me with glee and causing me to smile. Devon laid me out on a plush bed and began to lay kisses upon my neck that tingled and reverberated throughout my body.
It was absolutely delightful.
As his fingers dove beneath the fabric of my dress, I lent myself over to him completely. My body was twitching all over and the electrical pulses that typically warned my brain of danger were slowly firing between cells, slowing down as the pill broke down further in my belly amidst the delicious dinner we had just had. My head lulled on the pillow and Devon shushed me, saying it was going to be okay.
“I know you've always wanted this,” he whispered, the sound of his voice seeming incredibly far away.
“I've wanted this for so long,” I gasped as his fingers slid underneath the lace panties.
Devon's curious fingers found a delicate fold and pushed beneath, the lips already soaked with anticipation and creating a slippery surface for him to slide over. Alarmed at his tender touch, I gasped and leaned further into the lush pillow beneath my head. The hem of my dress was pulled all the way up and my breasts were exposed to the chilly air of the room, nipples standing erect as soon as they were revealed. Warmth met my sensitive peach and I gasped, looking down to find Devon's lips firmly engaged in sucking the lips and clit all at once. His tongue unfurled and began to lap at my aroused skin, blood rushing to my vulva and causing the pink skin to flush red.
More curious fingers found their way inside the secret hole that had begged for him to prod for so long. The plush tongue smoothed over the exposed nerves, lapping fervidly in order to elicit more than mere moans from my mouth. I watched as his two fingers slid beneath his tongue, pushing deep inside me as the pressure within my pelvis grew. My hips were rolling uncontrollably, forcing my aching lips into his mouth as he licked. I was aching to be released from the prison of my desire, having dreamed of this moment for the past year with feverish passion. I could feel the tingle blossom and begin to radiate outwards, meeting every corner of my body with bliss. My eyes rolled back and I squealed, grinding my peach hard into his lips that devoured the entirety of my exposed skin.
Moments later, I was panting beneath the heat of his kisses that he planted on every inch of my body, his hands smoothing over my soft skin in an effort to bring me back to the moment. Apparently, I had fallen asleep briefly, a side effect of the drug I had taken. I wasn't sure exactly what it was called, but it had made me feel absolutely amazing and I was ready to go again. Devon lifted my lolling head and told me the party was over, that he needed to take me home to rest. Disappointed, I whined that I hadn't had a chance to please him and he chuckled in response.
“Tomorrow morning, my dear, you may do just that,” he teased.
Before I could say anything else, he was carrying me back out through the main area that was now empty and loading me into the back of his car. The ride home was a bit of a blur, my vision going in and out as consciousness decided to leave me. We pulled up in front of a lavish set of condos that appeared well kept and I assumed it was where he lived. Upstairs, he laid me out into his bed and wrapped me in the finest cotton sheets I had ever felt. It wasn't long before I was soothed to sleep by the stroke of his hand against my head.
Chapter Four
The next morning, I woke up gently to the sound of a violin and stretched out over the fluffy cotton sheets. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times, trying to take in my surroundings. I realized it wasn't my house. Sitting up quickly, I looked about in a daze until the memories of the previous night came flooding back to me.
I had taken a pill and had sex with Devon.
He had taken me home.
This was his bed.
The little girl deep down started squealing excitedly and I couldn't help but smile. The violin abruptly stopped playing and I heard shuffling. Immediately, I laid back down and spread my hair out to appear attractive, hoping my face looked relaxed and angelic amidst the sheets.
The soft patter of feet moving along the carpet approached me and I felt the presence of Devon leaning over the bed to gently kiss my lips. On cue, I opened my eyes and smiled as his face came into view.
“Good morning,” he whispered. “Did you sleep well?”
I nodded, knowing better than to open my mouth before I had time to rinse my teeth. I wasn't sure I had even packed to stay over. In fact, I didn't think this was part of the initial plan. I was grateful that he took care of me, though, as whatever that drug was had put me under quite a spell. Stretching again, I realized that I was nude and quickly pulled the sheets up to my chest out of embarrassment. Devon laughed and slipped his hand under the sheets, taking one of my pear-shaped breasts into his hand.
“There's nothing to be shy about. I saw you naked last night,” he said as he licked my neck. “And I thoroughly enjoyed the view.”
A giggle escaped my throat as he played with my nipple, his lips trailing along my neck and to my ear where he licked the lobe playfully. I felt absolutely smitten and wanted to tell him, but still felt self-conscious about having morning breath. I turned my head away and commented how I had enjoyed the previous night even though I was still a bit woozy. He lamented the fact that he had given me a whole pill, saying he probably should have cut it in half since I had never had it before.
“Next time, we'll do that,” he said.
“There's a next time?” I asked.
“Of course. As long as you want there to be a next time, there will,” Devon responded.
His fingers reached down under the sheets and pleasured me briefly, the silky lips receptive to the touch of him even while sober. I almost begged him to climb on top of me, hoping that maybe he would keep his promise from the previous night. I desperately wanted to please him and found my hands reaching for his pants that were now tight around the zipper. Beneath the fabric was his hard rod ready to be stimulated, the head poking out from his briefs and twitching in response to my touch. A moment later, I had pulled his hips towards my mouth and devoured his wand whole, the head of it pushing
into the back of my throat. I trailed my tongue along his shaft, using my lips to massage as I bobbed up and down.
The hand beneath the sheets continued to push between my petals, feverishly trying to elicit the same moans from last night. I pushed the sheets off my body, revealing my tan nude form, and pulled him from my mouth while wrapping my hand around his shaft. The skin throbbed within my grip and I pumped hard, daring him to cum on my face. Moans filled the air with absolute bliss, the sound of flesh slapping together a pleasure in itself. I looked up at his handsome face that was twisted in utter ecstasy and demanded that he mount me.
Delighted, Devon removed his hand from my delicate peach and propped himself between my legs, his rod pressing between my lips eagerly. I teased him with my engorged clit and dragged it along his shaft, eliciting moans straight from his mouth. As I rolled my hips against him, he found the opening of my flower and penetrated my petals, surprised gasps echoing through the room. The girth of him filled me to the brim with jubilation, every fantasy coming together to prove how his presence inside me was more than mere pleasure. It was absolute bliss. The primal urge to mate was overpowering, causing me to grunt and grip his shoulders. I dug my nails into his taut skin and he hissed, taking my wrists and pushing them down to the bed.