by Aoide, Arden
“What is it?” Dahlia asked. She was smiling and completely sated.
Alex considered what to say. He sighed deeply and knew she wouldn’t judge him. “Sometimes I just get these urges to take. To use. To fuck and not worry about how rough I’m being. Sometimes I want to do it without any warning. This is the first time I got the urge to do it in the middle of doing other things. I'm just glad I was able to warn you.”
“You didn’t hurt me,” she comforted, holding him close. She laughed. “I passed a nine pounder outta there. Do your worst.”
This shocked a laugh out of him. He knew she was being deliberately obtuse. “I didn’t mean physically,” he said quietly.
“It’s part of your kink,” she said affectionately. “So, you’re saying that sometimes when we least expect it, I might find myself pushed against a wall being fucked roughly within an inch of my life?” She made no judgment with her body language.
He exhaled and nodded against her. “Sometimes your mouth,” he said against her neck. “Sometimes other places,” he whispered.
Dahlia was quiet for a moment, processing that last bit. She wasn’t going to stress about it now, though. “If it were the only kind of sex you wanted to have with me, then yes, that would hurt.”
He shook his head emphatically.
“Then it’s fine. When you told me to get on my knees earlier, it turned me on so much.” Dahlia hadn’t intended to admit it, but it was the truth. “I was too out of it for that last bit, so I couldn’t make heads or tails of it. I was about to apologize to you.”
Alex kissed her. His relief was profound. “You were really wet at the door. I wanted to drop to my knees right then. It was quite an effort to stop myself,” he said provocatively against her mouth.
Dahlia warmed. He always said things that made her want to run to the bathroom and giggle. Or climb on top of him and debase herself. “I want to be the victim of all your urges.”
He laughed lightly. “Sounds like you can't be much of a victim if you can't feel anything anyway. And here I was, all confident that I was big enough.”
Dahlia ineffectually pushed him away. “I imagine that you're quite big, seeing as how you look about fifteen.”
“I'd say that says more about you than it does about me,” joked Alex.
Dahlia smiled and kissed him slowly. “I'd say you're a perfect fit. I was actually a little sore this morning.”
“Oh good. My self-esteem is restored,” he said as he kissed her shoulder. “I could stay like this with you all night.”
Dahlia pouted. “But, I bought a dress!”
“Did you, now?” He asked, amused. “I guess I’ll have to take you out, then.”
“I’ll make it worth your while,” she reassured.
He looked at her dangerously. “You will.”
At that moment, Dahlia was tempted to skip dinner.
Chapter 7
Alex and Dahlia lounged for an hour, comfortable with not-so-innocent touching and idle chit-chat. Dahlia wasn’t used to being touched like this, but Alex was very tactile, and apparently not just when he wanted sex. He would run his fingers down her arm, move the back of his hand against her nipples, and move his hand possessively around her neck. She wondered if he was aware he was doing it. She didn’t want to ask because she didn’t want him to try to make an effort to stop. She rather liked it.
It took her fifteen minutes to convince him to go home, shower, and change. Then another to get him dressed. She had to promise him many things to get him out the door. Luckily, she wanted to do all the things she promised him. Couldn't wait to do them.
As soon as he left, she ran for the shower, calculating how long it would take her to primp. She knew it wouldn’t take him long. She scrubbed, tidied, and shaved, and luckily she’d washed her hair the night before, so she’d just need to refresh it.
When she was out and dried, she swiped a nail polish from Callie’s room that matched her dress and quickly painted her nails. After those were dry, she applied dark eye make-up, a little face powder and blush, and a nude gloss. She dug around in the bottom of her closet to find a black clutch and put powder, gloss, her wallet, and her keys inside.
She pulled the bags of her new things out of the closet. She wrestled with the garter a bit and considered just wearing the stockings, but she was worried they’d slip down. Once she got it on and looked at herself, her confidence grew. She pulled out the tape and pressed it to the underside of each breast like she was instructed, then she smoothed out her dress and pulled it over her head. She pulled the boots on and practiced walking back and forth in her bedroom and stayed steady on her feet.
Dahlia walked to the mirror and arranged her hair a bit, making it a little more wild than usual because she knew Alex liked it. Once she was pleased with the results, she went to go get the silk scarf out of its box on her dresser. She walked back to the mirror. She wasn’t sure how she was going to wear it. She didn’t want to wear it negligently draped around her neck, so she decided to try to see if she could bind it around her neck like a choker. She crisscrossed it once, then twice, then tucked the ends into the sides. Oh, that would work nicely, she thought.
In the middle of her primping she heard the buzzer to her door go off. She assumed it was Alex, so she went to let him in. She had told him to text first, but as she looked around for her phone, she couldn’t find it. The last time she was on it was when she was at work, so she’d make a detour down there to pick it up.
She opened the door nervously. All the lights were off except the hall, but he’d still be able to see her because the curtains were open. He nearly dropped the flowers he brought her.
“I’m torn between not letting you out of here or taking you out and laughing smugly at all the men that look at you.” Alex placed the flowers on the bar and pulled her by the hips to him. “You are gorgeous,” he whispered, not caring that he was staring openly at her. It was a little too dark to see her blush, though.
He was dressed very nicely. A crisp white button-up shirt with the top undone, black slacks, and well, she thought they might be sneakers, but she really didn’t care. For all she knew about clothes, it might be fashionable to wear tennis shoes with dress pants.
She looked over at the flowers and swooned. They looked like cream colored roses, but as she escaped his grasp and turned on the kitchen light, she could see that they were the palest of pinks. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “They remind me of the color I’d like your bottom to be tomorrow morning.”
Dahlia sucked in a breath and he turned her around. He brought his thumb to her protruding nipple. “Don’t act all innocent. You are clearly not wearing a bra with this.”
It was him that sucked in his breath now. “And you’re wearing the scarf around your neck. Oh, Dahlia.” He pressed his body against hers, so that she could feel his erection. She lowered her eyes in submission. “Put the flowers in water.”
She quickly walked to her cupboard and searched the bottom shelf for something that would work. She had a few shorter vases that she thought might be too shallow, but she found something toward the back that might do fine. She bent over slightly to reach it. Once she had it, she went to arrange the roses, and watered them.
She looked back at Alex and saw him leaning against the wall, slowly stroking his cock. “Come take care of me.”
Dahlia didn’t expect that sight when she’d turned around, but it was certainly a welcome one. She walked toward him, not breaking eye contact, and dropped to her knees. She hoped her stockings held up. She wouldn’t tease him.
She swallowed him to the root and quickly developed a steady rhythm. She heard his breathing speed up and felt his hand press the back of her head and felt his hips move. She stilled her movements as he erratically fucked her mouth. She could tell that he was trying to be gentle, but she wanted him to know that he could be a little rougher. She moved her tongue around in its limited space, but she made several sounds of pleasur
e causing him to snap his hips a few times. She pushed her face all the way to his groin and swallowed against the head of his cock. She wasn’t ready to deep throat, but no point in not practicing. His thrusts grew more erratic and she knew he was about to come. He pressed against her head and she took him in as far as she could go. He moaned and rocked gently and she felt his come thickly as it pulsed in her mouth. After she swallowed, she cleaned him up gently with her tongue and he pulled her up, eyes half closed.
“Christ. Look at your mouth,” he said in awe as he rubbed it with the tips of his fingers. He exhaled in resignation. He loved her. He knew he would tell her soon. “When you were looking for the vase, I caught sight of these.” He snapped her garter. “I bet you’re not wearing panties are you?”
“I can put some on if you’d like,” Dahlia said shyly.
“Not a chance. Let’s go. I need to feed you.”
“I thought that’s what you just did?” The innocent look on her face made him want to turn her over his knee.
He pushed her back against the door. “If you’re wet from sucking me, I’ll let that little impertinence pass. If not, then I’ll just have to add on to the punishment of you not wearing any underthings.” He slid his hand up her slightly spread legs and dipped his thumb in. She was quite aroused. He fingered her for a few short moments, then withdrew his hand, licking and sucking each finger.
He pressed his thumb in her mouth. “Suck,” he commanded. And she did. He saw that for the mistake it was and he was sidetracked for a few minutes longer. “Go clean yourself up. You have two minutes.” He kissed her and smacked her bottom.
She was out in less than two and she grabbed her clutch and pulled her keys out. She locked up and they walked down to the elevator. When the elevator dinged, it opened to reveal Nick with his dinner, and Dahlia’s phone. “Oh good, I’ve caught you. You left your phone–” Nick looked at her as he handed her phone over. “Oh my God. What are you–Are you going out like that? Wait. Are y’all going to that club?” Nick was staring at her breasts and laughter bubbled out of her. Alex looked between the two. Their relationship was still a little confusing to him, but he could honestly say that Dahlia wanted him and no one else.
“We’re going out to dinner. I bought sexy clothes,” Dahlia stated simply.
Nick was still staring at her breasts. “Well, carry on then, kids.” He held the elevator open for them. He looked at Alex and said seriously, “Don’t let her out of your sight tonight.” Alex nodded once and pulled Dahlia to him while she looked on, confused. “Text me as soon as you’re back.” Nick looked at Dahlia with his still serious expression.
“Sure,” she agreed.
When the doors closed she looked up at Alex. “What the fuck was that all about?”
He looked down at her and stroked his hand down her back. “You told me he was a good friend, right? Your best one?” Alex asked to see if she understood.
She nodded.
He waited a few more seconds. “He was being your friend.”
Dahlia was quiet for a moment. “Oh.”
“You really don’t see your relationship as any different from the last decade,” he elaborated, holding his hand up when he saw that she was going to argue. “I know that you aren’t in love with him. I add another dynamic to your relationship. We all have to adjust to it. And we’re doing quite well.”
She was quiet again, but nodded.
“You really are stunning tonight. Even Mr. Oblivious knows it. He knows that if he noticed, everyone will. He wants me to keep you safe.”
The elevator opened.
Dahlia looked distressed as they walked out. “Should I change? I only wanted to look beautiful for you. I wanted to please you.”
He did his best to reassure her. He shook his head. “I know. I’m pleased very very much. I’m going to enjoy watching you tonight. I’m going to enjoy watching others covet you.” He pulled her close and kissed her slowly.
Dahlia relaxed as he kissed her. She wondered briefly if she was in way over her head.
Alex opened and closed the door to his car for her. She noticed that her dress rode up quite high, but she didn’t bother smoothing it down. She buckled her seat belt and crossed her legs.
They didn’t speak as he drove the mile down to the restaurant. The car had a stick shift so she couldn’t hold his hand since it was stop and go all the way there.
When they got to the restaurant, he turned off the car and turned to face her. He bent down to kiss her and she met him halfway. He put his hand on her inner thigh, but he only stroked the skin softly with his thumb. “You hungry?” Alex asked when he pulled away.
She nodded. He brushed the back of his hand over her nipple and smiled. He jumped out of the car and ran to open her door. She looked around to make sure they were secluded and stepped one foot out, intentionally giving him the view under her dress. He pulled her up and smacked her bottom again, but pulled her close to him while they walked.
When they walked into the restaurant, she was relieved to find it quite dark. Then she realized that she’d be sitting in a booth with Alex. She thought that maybe she should have worn normal hose instead of these because there was no way she was going to get out of here unmolested. She’d given him explicit permission when she put on the scarf and it was way too early in the evening to be using the safe word.
It was a rustic looking place and they weren’t very busy at this hour on a weeknight. Dahlia was relieved at that. She did get some looks from the bar, but she walked confidently, and luckily Alex asked the hostess for a secluded booth that was facing away from the bar. He slid in beside her on the same side. He reached under the table and grabbed her thigh, hooking it over his. He rested his hand on her inner thigh while he looked down at the menu, innocently.
They ordered the recommended cocktails for the evening, the soup special, and Alex ordered steak, while Dahlia ordered their famous macaroni and cheese. They talked about the bread pudding for dessert, but Dahlia said they would probably be too full, but wanted to take a couple orders home and one for Nick.
They talked about work while Alex moved his hand up and down her thigh. Dahlia got a short reprieve when their soup came. She decided to start asking questions she might had inquired about had this been a normal date. Normal as she’d be wearing her underthings and not tempted to spread her legs.
“What’s your favorite color?” Dahlia asked, imitating a child’s curiosity.
Alex gave her an odd look. “Uh, black, I guess.”
“Movie?” She inquired.
He thought for a moment. “Probably Blade Runner.”
“Book?”
“Dune, maybe. I love Discworld. Anything by Pratchett, really. And Douglas Adams.” He looked over at her. “What about you?”
“There’s no way I can pick a favorite. I like all the ones you mention. I love Jasper Fforde. Neil Gaiman. I also like historical fiction.”
“What’s your favorite television show?” He asked, indulging her.
“I don’t really watch much T.V. I’ll watch reruns of old stuff like The Golden Girls and Married with Children.” Dahlia could tell he wasn’t terribly interested with his mischievous smirk and his fingers trailing higher. “My daughter is coming home in almost two weeks. I’m not going to be able to invite you over after that, am I?”
His smile widened. “I’ll be on my very best behavior when Callie comes home. Do you have a fire escape I can climb up?”
She laughed. “I imagine after a while she’ll tell me that it’s okay for you to sleep over. Especially if you buy her something shiny.”
Alex continued his stroking. Incidentally, he had the perfect thing. He had access to some pretty cool gadgets in his line of work. “So, you plan on keeping me around for a while, then?”
Dahlia sobered and he stopped his fingers. She nodded.
“You don’t have to look so sad about it,” he said jokingly, but she could tell he was a little confused.
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nbsp; She looked up at him. “It would break my heart if you left me. Already. How ridiculous is that?”
Before she knew what happened, he had leaned over and kissed her. He ran his fingers through her hair with one hand and squeezed her thigh with the other. They kissed until they heard the waiter clear his throat. Dahlia was horribly embarrassed, but Alex thanked him for bringing their food, with a surprisingly straight face. When he walked away, Alex stole another kiss and grabbed her hand and held it to his chest for a moment, but he didn’t look at her. He then brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed her palm and finally looked at her and smiled. “Eat,” he instructed.
She turned around and picked up her fork, but turned her head and watched him eat. He looked pleased.
Alex was deeply affected by Dahlia’s admission. He was glad that even though they were moving quickly, they seemed to be going at the same pace. He did worry about not getting to see her like this when Callie was home. He wanted very much for Callie to like him. He knew that he and Dahlia would have to slow things down and while he wasn’t necessarily looking forward to that, he knew that being a part of her family would be more satisfying in the long run.
They ate in silence except for talking about the food and offering tastes, and that turned out way more erotic than it had to be. The food was delicious and they vowed to come here often as it was their proper first date, which amused the both of them. When the waiter came, Alex ordered three bread puddings to go as the plates were cleared from their table.
He turned to Dahlia and played with a stray curl by her ear. “Will you let me take you and Callie out when she gets back? Nick can come, too.”
“Only if you invite Miranda,” Dahlia agreed. “I’d like it to be just Callie and me sometime, too.”
“And just you sometime, too?” Alex asked.
Dahlia nodded.
The waiter brought the bill and the dessert and brought Alex’s card back promptly after he had paid. They walked back to what Dahlia could see was a Golf, now that she was paying attention. She knew it was a Volkswagen when she got into it earlier, but hadn’t thought beyond that.