Initiating Amy (Dominion Hotel Book 3)

by Michelle Peters

  She felt him rise off her, maneuvering his penis between her legs. She felt his hard, warm shaft slide between her legs. She clamped her legs tight, catching him between her inner thighs. She squatted down a little, forcing his penis up against her wet, swollen clit. She gasped as she felt his hot, long shaft rub against her wet pussy. She began to slide her hips forward and back along his shaft. The feeling was incredible. Her head began to swim as she felt her pussy flood. She raised herself up onto her toes, feeling the tip of his penis touch her clit. That was all she needed to send her over the edge. She came immediately, wave after wave welling up from deep inside her, bursting forth, flooding forth, drenching his shaft. She felt him hold her tight around the waist when he realized what was happening, holding his penis firm against her clit. She shivered and shuddered even more. As her orgasm subsided, she lowered herself back down again, feet flat on the floor. He was still stiff, and she wanted more.

  “Slide into me,” she cooed, her voice a whisper. She nuzzled her hips back, spreading her legs wider, encouraging him to enter her. Instead, he pulled away.

  She whimpered. “Please, sir.”

  Her legs were still quivering from her recent orgasm as he grabbed her hips. He spoke, his voice deep and strong.

  “Where do you want me? Here?”

  She felt the tip of his penis hovering, throbbing outside her pussy lips. She tried to slide backwards, onto him, bringing him into her. She managed to get the tip of his penis beyond her swollen, wet lips, but that was all. He was still holding her hips tight, controlling, denying her the movement, the penetration she craved. Finally, he pushed his hips forward. She was so wet he slid in with no resistance at all. She wriggled her hips, enjoying the sensation of him moving inside her. She wanted more of him, more of his shaft, deeper. She tried pushing back harder, but he wouldn’t let her move. It was a torturous tease. She wanted all of him, but he denied her.

  Suddenly he pulled out of her. He could feel his penis slide out of her, wet with her juices.

  “Hey.” She protested.

  He slapped her right ass cheek, hard. It stung. “Quiet,” he commanded.

  She tried to look back at him. He saw her watching, and pulled her by the hair, pulling her head back, facing her forward at the same time. She felt his penis between her legs again. She sighed in anticipation. However, what she thought was about to happen, what she thought she would feel, she did not. She didn’t feel his penis enter her waiting, swollen, pink lips once again. Instead, she felt his smooth shaft slide up between her ass cheeks. She felt her cool wetness on his shaft. His penis was higher than she wanted it to be. She wriggled her hips, trying to raise herself on her toes, to move him back down towards her pussy, but he wouldn’t let her.

  Suddenly she felt a sensation she had never felt before. He spread her ass cheeks wide with both hands as he positioned his penis on her exposed, puckered hole. Her whole body tensed as he gently nudged his penis in between her ass cheeks, the tip pushing against her clenched muscle.

  “How about here? Do you want me here?”

  “I’ve never,” she began, not knowing what to say. “I haven’t.”

  He slid his shaft up and down the crack of her ass before stopping, pressing the tip of his penis against her puckered hole once again. He held himself there. She felt the warmth of his penis on her anus. It was thrilling. She breathed easier, relaxing. The combination of his warmth and the gentle nudge of his penis began to open her. Not enough for him to insert his penis into her, but enough for her to feel how arousing it could be.

  He slid his penis down between her legs again, and she couldn’t decide if she was disappointed or relieved. She liked the new sensation, she liked how it filled her swollen pussy with juices—wow that was hot—but at the same time, she wasn’t sure is she was ready to be taken that way.

  While these thoughts swam through her head, she felt his thumb stroking the inside of her ass cheeks. He was drawing an ever-shrinking circle around her anus. She tensed again as the circle became smaller and smaller until he was fingering her there, applying gentle pressure against her clenched muscle. She was instantly aroused, her muscle relaxing so much quicker than the first time. Despite the hesitations in her head, her body had none. She could tell by the way she opened for him. Even though she never had anyone touch her there before, let alone caress her there, she found it incredibly erotic. She raised her head and held her breath. Lance applied a little more pressure and her anus opened up a little more for him.

  “How about here? Do you want me here?”

  She was still holding her breath, not sure how to answer, not wanting to answer. It felt good, but to be entered there, from behind, in her ass? No. But it feels so good. Yes, it feels so hot. She shook her head from side to side.

  “I think you want me here.” He pushed harder. She opened more.

  “How does it feel?”

  She exhaled loudly. She found her voice. “Different. Weird. Good. But I don’t know.”

  “Your body does.”

  “Oh my god,” she exhaled loudly. “Oh my god. Yes.”

  “Yes?”

  She breathed, “Yes.”

  He pushed a little more and his thumb pushed through her relaxing muscle. She jumped when his finger tip entered her anus, while her pussy flooded some more. It was amazing.

  He held his thumb in her ass a moment, letting her muscles relax around it, letting her breathing come back to normal. It took a few seconds, but he was patient, letting her get used to his touch, to this new sensation.

  Her breathing slowed to normal. To her surprise, she was wetter than she had ever been before. She felt another orgasm building. Is this possible? Was this happening? She wanted to see how far she could go with this. She shimmied her hips backwards. This time he let her move. As she did, not only did his thumb slide deeper into her anus, his penis slide smoothly, deeply into her pussy. She threw her head back in ecstasy, her mind growing foggy. She couldn’t think. Sensory overload. She didn’t want to think. She could swear she felt her eyes roll back into her head.

  “Yes,” she moaned involuntarily, “yes.”

  She ground hard against his crotch. She could feel his thumb deep in her ass while she slid back and forth along his shaft, angling herself so when he slid out of her and back in again, she angled her clit to rub against the swollen head of his penis.

  Suddenly he grabbed her tightly at the hips, pulling his thumb out of her while driving his penis deeper into her. He was so hard, so long, so deep. He held her this way, deep and close. Her mind swam, her body tingled. Slowly at first, Lance moved his hips backwards, sliding out of her, then forward again. His long, slow thrusts driving her crazy. Her mind began to clear, and she picked up his rhythm. She moved with him, pushing back hard against his crotch as he thrust deep inside her. They moved in unison, as one, picking up pace with each long, strong, hard thrust until he thrust his crotch so hard against her red, stinging ass cheeks that it hurt. There it was again, the pleasure in the pain.

  She could tell by the quivering of his penis and the way he was holding her hips that he was going to come soon. She was almost there again herself. She was rapt with pleasure. So much so that the orgasm building inside her now threatened to rival the first.

  Three quick, short thrusts and a shiver preceded his orgasm. He shot warm and deep inside her. He held her tight and close to his body. As soon as he came, she followed. Her orgasm flowed out and around his shaft, wetting her thighs and his crotch. He continued to hold her close until she was done, and then continued to hold her a little while longer. He lay his body on top of hers, softly this time, his face buried in her naked nape. He raised a hand, alternately stroking her behind the ear and along her neck.

  He lay this way until his erection subsided. He slid out our her, standing, reaching for his pants on the floor. Amy rolled over on her back, raising herself up on her elbows, watching him as he dressed. A little of his semen dripped out of her, but she didn�
�t mind. Her inner thighs were so wet from her own orgasm anyway. She enjoyed watching him in the dimly lit room as he moved around, picking up pieces of clothing from where they lay.

  He tossed her jacket, shirt and skirt to her and she sat up, catching them. She reached around and found her drenched panties on the floor beside the desk. Deciding they were too wet to put on at the moment, so she stuffed them into the pocket of her jacket. She put on her shirt and began zipping it up.

  “At least I’m leaving with all of my clothes intact this time.”

  He smiled and came over to her. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in, kissing her tenderly. When the kiss was over, he said, “I can always look around for a pair of scissors.”

  Amy giggled, pushing him away, jumping off the desk and putting on her jacket. “Never mind. I’ve got to go back to work. I need my wardrobe for that.”

  Lance reached into the inside pocket of his jacket. Pulling out a hanker chief, he handed it to Amy. Amy took it and used it dry off her inner thighs. Once done, she offered to give it back.

  “You keep it.”

  Lance looked up into the corner of the room, nodding with his head, drawing Amy’s attention to what he was looking at. In the top corner of the office a camera was installed, a little red light blinking, indicating that it was on.

  “Do you want a copy?”

  Amy was horrified. She turned her back to the camera. “You taped us?”

  Lance laughed out loud. “I told you, there are cameras everywhere in this building. Everything gets taped. It won’t take me long to make you a copy.”

  “No, no, definitely not.” Amy shot a glance up at the camera, shook her head, and then pushed Lance towards the door. “Go. Go now. Get that tape and erase it.”

  Lance was laughing but stopped when he opened the door a crack and peeked out. Seeing no one, he stepped out of the office, holding the door for Amy to come out as well. Amy exited, and Lance closed the door behind them. Amy tugged on the corners of her jacket before reaching down and straightening her skirt. She drew a hand over her bobbed hair, along the sides and back, setting it back in place. Once done, she pushed Lance again.

  “Go. The tape. Go.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Lance said, turning to go. Before he took a step, Amy grabbed him by the arm, pulling his close.

  “Hey, wait.”

  “Yes.”

  “That thing you did with your thumb”—she stood on her tip toes so that she could kiss him, Lance lowering his cheek to her so that he could be kissed—“let’s do that again.”

  Chapter 8

  Eve sat in the restaurant of the Dominion Hotel, drinking her coffee, looking at the documents spread out before her on the table. It was the day before the Lover’s Ball, and she was going over last-minute details, making sure that nothing was overlooked. A bellman came over and handed her a piece of paper. She looked up and smiled as she took it. The bellman quietly retreated. It was the final menu Carmen had created. Eve asked for a few changes to the late-night dessert station—she would never conceive of asking a chef of Carmen’s status to change anything of the main courses—and she asked Carmen to have the final menu sent over this morning. This was it. It was perfect.

  She placed the menu down on the table to her right, picking up the finalized guest list next. She scanned the names on the list with interest. She didn’t know as many of the guests as her aunt did, but she knew a good number of them. She noticed Matt Warrington’s name was on the list, and this pleased her, as she wanted to personally thank him for helping find William Lawrence. Whether they were successful or not, she appreciated it. Tony was on the list. A few names below his was Angelo Racocco. Eve looked up from the list when she saw the name, remembering meeting him in the elevator and Tony’s warning. Best to leave that one alone, she decided.

  She then looked for William’s name on the list. She didn’t expect to see it, but wouldn’t it be amazing if it was? Unfortunately, it was not. She sighed, anticipating her aunt’s disappointed.

  After she had gone through the list of names, she looked at the total number of tickets sold. Lance and Amy did a good job as the event was sold out. Judging by the names on the list she knew, it was going to be resounding success. She hoped her aunt would be pleased, even if William wasn’t there. Even though Eve didn’t believe Evelyn when she told her this was her last event, if it was she wanted it to be a success, for her aunt’s sake.

  Eve read the list again, slower, in more detail, this time making note of the names that were not there. There were a few that were missing, those who attended in past years but were not on the list this year. That happens though, people’s priorities change, they move away or they just lose interest. At least of those missing, there was no one she was going to personally miss. Although she knew the names, she didn’t know the people beyond a hello and the polite chitchat that goes along with seeing them once a year at an event like this. Her friends, her crowd, they were all on the list, no one was missing.

  She then realized that Lance and Amy were not on the list, not that she thought them to be a couple—were they a couple? Her aunt thought so. They had worked so hard to make the event a success it would be a shame for them not to be there to see the results of their effort. She reached inside the briefcase that sat on the chair beside her and pulled out two tickets. Her last two. She reached into her case again and pulled out an envelope, the logo of the Dominion Hotel set in relief in the upper left-hand corner. She slipped the tickets into the envelope then licked and sealed it. She turned it over and wrote ‘Lance Ackermann’ below and to the right of the hotel logo.

  “A love letter to a lucky man? “

  Eve looked up to see Angelo Racocco standing beside her table. He was impeccably dressed in a finely-tailored Italian-silk grey pinstriped suit, French silk tie, cuff-linked white shirt and soft black Spanish leather shoes. His moustache was finely trimmed and his face and head freshly shaved. His cologne was expensive and sweet.

  Eve looked at the man standing beside her. He looked every bit the international businessman that he probably was. His watch was Swiss, his ringed fingers were elegantly manicured, his wardrobe well thought out. If it weren’t for Tony’s warning, he would have been someone that would interest her. Refined, elegant, charming, handsome. Could she still?

  “Mr. Racocco, good morning.”

  “Please, it’s Anthony.” His voice was smooth, a hint of an accent.

  She smiled. “Anthony.”

  He bowed, offering her his perfumed hand. She raised hers and he took it, touching it gently with his lips. She drew her hand back, his scent lingering on it.

  “My day just became noticeably brighter,” he said. He remained standing, a broad smile on his face. Was he waiting for an invitation to sit down?

  “Do you have a busy day in front of you?” Eve sensed he wanted to prolong the conversation. She didn’t mind. She was beginning to feel that Racocco was easy company, someone she felt comfortable with. What was Tony’s problem with him anyway?

  “Ah yes, but I do it to myself really. I book my appointments so close together that there is not a moment’s rest between them. My life is finely scheduled. But I have no choice, there is so much to accomplish in a day.”

  Eve showed concern. “Am I keeping you from something now? I don’t want to throw off your schedule.”

  He took a quick look at his watch. “I have a few minutes before my car arrives, but I would willingly take a few more if I could spend them in your presence.” He paused. “But look at me, interrupting you.” He cast a hand to indicate the papers Eve had spread across the table in front of her.

  Eve looked at the papers and then back to Racocco. “This, no. It’s just preparations for ball.”

  “The Lover’s Ball.”

  “Yes,” she replied, “the ball.”

  “Yes, of course. It is your event.”

  Racocco paused to take a breath. As he exhaled he glanced at his watch before offering
a broad, sincere smile. “I will see you then.” He offered her his upturned palm. She placed her hand in his once again, her fingers touching his palm. He placed his thumb on top of her fingers, pinning them.

  Eve felt the moment was dragging along too long and thought she should best end it by removing her hand from his. She tried, however his thumb gripped her fingers tight. Initially she could not pull back her hand. She looked at her fingers and then up at Racocco. There it was, what Tony must have been referring to. There was an evil that rimmed his eyes, shimmering on the edge of his glare as he looked back at her. And his smile, now appearing grimy, slimy, creepy. More than before, Eve wanted her hand back. With a sharp tug, she released her fingers from his grip. He held his hand in the air a moment before dropping it to his side.

  Racocco swallowed before speaking. “I will count the hours until I see you again, Eve.” With this, he turned and walked out of the restaurant.

  Eve watched him leave, relieved by his departure. Seconds after Racocco disappeared into the busy lobby, Tony entered the restaurant. Eve blinked, clearing her mind of Racocco as Tony approached. He walked calmly towards her.

  “Why is it every time Anthony is around you seem to appear?”

  “Anthony?”

  “Racocco,” Eve clarified. “Maybe it’s one of those opposites attract kind of thing.”

  “I doubt it.”

  “Well, he just left.”

  Tony seemed to suddenly be on alert, looking around. “I didn’t see him. Just as well.”

  “I guess so, given the history between you two.” Eve paused. “I see it now.”

  “See what?”

  “What you said about him before. Racocco. He comes across smooth, suave, but then it becomes a little too much. When he left, he touched me, and I felt it.” Eve literally shivered. “I get it now. Slimy.”

  “Like the snake in the Garden of Eden.” Tony looked around one more time, then visibly relaxed. “Anyway, enough about him.” Tony slid into the chair across from Eve. No sooner had he sat down than an espresso coffee appeared before him, placed there by a passing waiter. While Eve stared in amazement Tony grabbed the cup by its tiny handle, sipping it as if the appearance of the coffee was the most natural thing in the world.