by S Gonzalez
“You good?”
“I’m perfect. Faster.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please.”
“You don’t like slow?” He asks with hooded eyes and a devilish grin.
He guides me back up in the same pace he slid into me. I attempt to force myself back down but he tightens his grip on my hips.
“No way, baby. This feels too good.”
He slides me painfully slow down his length. Taking my nipple into his mouth, he holds me firmly in place and stops moving. I try in vein to rock my hips, desperately needing to get some relief, but he holds me still. I can feel my orgasm right on the edge. If he moves even one inch in either direction I am going to lose it.
His arm wraps around my waist so tight I can’t move. He sucks and licks my breasts appreciatively. Desperation gives me unknown strength. I pull his arms from around me, rise up his length and slam down hard. The feeling of our bodies moving together is exhilarating. His smell, his touch, combined with the much needed contact I yearn for, I can’t hold on anymore. Moving and grinding against him I shatter into a million pieces, while screaming his name like it is the only word I know.
“Shhhh, its okay. Ride it out.” He grabs my hips and starts to move me up and down again, forcing my orgasm to go on and on.
Once my body starts to relax he stands up and forces my legs around him. Without breaking our connection, he walks us over to the bed. Dominic lays me down on the bed and slides between my legs.
He positions himself between me and with his weight on his elbows he holds my head into place and looks at me sweetly while kissing my face and lips. He feels so good, as if he were made to fit inside me. I can feel myself building again when he rams into me deep and hard. I moan into his mouth and he thrusts faster and harder, over and over and over again. Dominic suddenly sits up but stays inside me. He grabs my hips and pulls me toward him, holding my ass firmly in his hands. He releases one of his hands and I watch his muscles strain to hold me off the bed with one hand.
“Give me your hand.” I comply to his demand. He slips my middle and index finger into his mouth then positions them on my clit, forcing them to trace small circles over my most sensitive area.
“Keep going.” He grits as he removes his own hand.
I continue to move as he slams into me
relentlessly. I remove my hand when my body seizes up. Dominic takes over to prolong the feeling. Thrusting into me several more times I feel him spill into me. Joining me in the heavenly feeling of our bodies savoring one another. That was the best sex I have ever had, bar none.
Dominic rolls off of me onto his back. We both lie on our backs, staring at the ceiling while we catch our breath. After one last sigh of relief he rolls onto his side and pops his head in his palm as he traces a random pattern around my belly button. .
“I have waited 5 years to get inside you,” he kisses me on my nose. “You were worth every minute.”
I giggle shyly at his comment, “Ditto.”
I lie on my side facing him while tracing his abs with my fingers. He watches my fingers glide over his abs; his semi-hard mini Dom turns to stone.
“I don’t think you will have to wait another 5 years for a second go of it.”
I climb on top of him and position him between my folds length wise so his head is strategically placed at my clit. The warm liquid between us allows him to slide his shaft between us with ease, but I don’t allow him to enter me again. I can feel each twitch of his cock pulse between us, hitting me in just the right spot. He props up his legs behind me. I lean against them enjoying the pulsing sensation between my legs. He slides a pillow under his head so he can get a better look at the beautiful site of our bodies pressing against one another.
“You better save your energy because when you see what I am wearing tomorrow, you are going to want to skip the show and go right to the after party.” I can feel him flexing under me and I grind my hips in reaction.
“Oh really. Can I have a sneak preview?”
“Nope. You will have to wait.” I run my hand over his chest, stopping at his nipples. “Where are the piercings? I always liked them.”
“I took them out a few years ago. I got bored of them.” I bite my lip as the pressure between my legs builds again.
He pushes me over and kisses me neck “I believe there was a promise made in the elevator. Better keep up my end of the bargain.”
Chapter 7 I open my eyes and see nothing but blackness and the dim, red light from my alarm clock glowing off the wall. I sit up to stretch my sore muscles realizing that my room is dark because the opaque shades are still drawn. Hitting the button on the side of my nightstand to reopen them, I am instantly sorry I did. As the shades climb up the wall my room is flooded with late morning sunlight; a unwelcomed contrast from the blackness.
Ugh…too bright.
As my eyes adjust I realize Dominic is not with me. I kick off the blankets to search for him. If it wasn’t for the pleasant ache between my legs I would think last night was a dream.
I walk into the bathroom to freshen up before I widen my search to the rest of the apartment. My limbs are so stiff from all the exercise I endured last night. All I want right now is a bath, preferably not a solo one, and some strong coffee.
I slip on a t-shirt and pajama shorts before I walk out of my room and down the hall. The sounds of, Pitbull, blaring in the living room this early in the day is surly not going to win points with our neighbors. I laugh when I stop into the kitchen to see Wanda dancing and singing as she unpacks some of our kitchen boxes.
“WANDA!!!...WANDA!!!” Nothing. “WANDA!!!” She still can’t hear me. I walk over to the docking station in the living room and turn the music down.
“What the…well good,” she looks at the clock, “morning. Did you sleep well? I would say no, from all that guitar playing and moaning.”
“Have you seen Dominic?”
“I did. At about nine. He was doing the walk of shame when I was making coffee. I offered him some and we talked a little. He really is a nice guy. He left but told me to tell you to be at the club by 8:30. Annnnnd….he left this for you.” Wanda hands me a small envelope with my name on it.
“Thanks.”
“Sooooo. How was, Mr. Rock and Roll?”
“Sweet. Very, sweet. We had dinner and took a carriage ride, then came back here. I fell on my ass.” I glace up from the envelope in my hand. “Then…” I hesitated a second before I spit the last part out quickly. “I did a strip tease to the song he is writing about me.” “You?! You did a strip tease?” Wanda laughs from her gut as she holds onto the counter for support. Her contagious laughter has us both in stitches.
“I know right. When he asked me I was like... honey, you got the wrong girl. But he insisted I could do it, and girl, I worked it.” A sudden boost of confidence kicked in and I strutted over to turn the music up.
“Lemme’ see. Keep your clothes on, but lemme’ see.”
I dance around the living room like a fool who needs medication for involuntary movements.
“Hold on. Max should be here any second. Show him your strip tease.” On queue, there was a knock at the door. I turn on some dance song with a lot of bass and opened the door to Max holding a small brown bag and a tray with 3 coffees. I grabbed the tray and walk back to the kitchen like a run way supermodel, shaking my ass the whole way, making a show of it.
“Max, come in. Emma is going to strip for us.” Max stopped dead in his tracks with a dumbfounded look on his face as I shook my ass against Wanda’s backside.
“I don’t know why this is my lucky day, but I am not complaining,” Max says climbing up on the barstool.
Wanda caught him up to what was going on as I continue to spin around the kitchen shaking my hips very purposefully. “Emma, you really did a strip tease?”
“Why do you guys keep saying it like that?” I impishly slap Max’s arm. “Apparently I can move,” I add as I shake my ass
some more against Wanda’s leg.
“PFFFTTTTTT...honey I love you, but you can’t dance. Even for a gringa your rhythm is off.” Wanda and Max both laugh at me. “I’m sorry, Emma. He must really like you to lie about your dancing skills.”
My face falls in mock sadness. “I am taking my coffee, and my note, and going to take a bath. Hmph!” I grab my coffee from the counter and turn back toward my room.
“Emma, we’re sorry. We still love you. Come back and dance for us,” Wanda yells down the hall as her and Max continue to laugh.
“Screw you both,” I singsong.
Dominic liked it. I know he did. He showed me he liked it...more than once.
I turn on the faucet to fill the tub. Needing some pampering, I pour coconut, scented bath wash into the water. As the tub is filling I open the envelope and read the message from Dominic:
Sweetness…
You looked like an angel dressed in your white bra and panties.
The image is permanently imbedded in my brain. Sorry I had to leave before you woke up but I had some things to take care of. I really had a great time last night.
I will see you later.
-Dom XOXO He is so sweet. Who knew that a guy who looked so hard-core could be such a gentleman? I look up in the mirror, curious about what I actually look like dancing. Since I am the only one in the bathroom I begin to do my own little strip tease in the mirror mimicking what I did last night. As I am watching myself take off my clothes I realize, Max and Wanda, are right. Dominic must really like me, because that was horrible. I laugh at myself and climb in the tub. As I lower myself down, I wince as my ass hits the scalding hot water. I think to myself, if my calculation is correct it has been about 18 months since the last time I had sex. If memory serves, the guy wasn’t as nearly as well endowed and we only did it the once before I hightailed it out of his apartment. So this feeling achy feeling is definitely new for me. I grin and relax into the sweetly scented bath as memories of last night flood my brain.
After my bath and coffee, and some unpacking, I head off to the kitchen in search of food. It looks like Max and Wanda are gone so I decide to make a sandwich and sit out on the balcony to eat. I put on my strapless bikini before stepping outside, hoping I can even out my summer tan. The warm air hits me like a slap in the face as I open the sliding glass doors. I take a seat on one of the chaise lounges and watch the people in he building across the way like a perv.
After an hour of baking in the sun and watching the couple across the way do it in the kitchen, I head back inside. Just as I open he fridge I hear a knock at the door.
“Coming,” I yell. When I open the front door, there standing before me is, Mr. Three Piece Suit, himself. The guy from the elevator last night.
Shit…what did Dominic say his name was? “Yes, can I help you?”
His eyes slide up and down my body before he clears his throat. “Yes ma’am, I am looking for Emma Hill. Is she home?” He doesn’t know who I am? He runs my fathers company and he has never even seen a picture of me? That’s odd.
“You’re looking at her,” I reply, realizing just then that I am standing in front of my boss wearing nothing but a very skimpy bikini.
Way to make a good first impression.
“You’re Emma Hill?” He says in disbelief. What is his name, again?
“Yes I am, and you are?”
“Gabe Hernandez, Miss Hill. I am the Assistant CEO of HMA. May I come in?”
“Sorry, where are my manners. Yes, please come in Mr. Hernandez.” I step to the side, allowing him entrance. “If you’ll excuse me a moment. Make yourself comfortable,” I gesture toward the breakfast bar, “I will be right back.”
I dart down to my bedroom in search for some clothes. When I come back out Gabe is sitting at the breakfast bar impatiently tapping his fingers on the counter. He is wearing a dark black suit, grey shirt and black tie. He is just as handsome as he was last night in a, I’ve-got-a-stick-up-my-ass, sort of way.
“I’m sorry. Now, what can I do for you Mr. Hernandez.”
“You’re, Emma Hill? You are the girl from the elevator last night, right? The one who was with Dominic Ross,” he questions.
I nod. Why does he think I would lie about who I am.
“Forgive me for my bluntness, but are you aware that HMA is doing all the promotional, advertising, and PR work, for his label?”
Whoa, this guy is no joke. In fact he is obviously annoyed. How about some pleasantries before the inquisition?
“Well. Mr. Hernandez. To answer all your questions: Yes, I am Emma Hill. Yes I was in the elevator with Dominic Ross last night. And no I was not aware of that bit of information until later yesterday evening. It wasn’t until after we ran into you, that Dominic told me about HMA’s business with his label.”
“You mean to tell me he didn’t know who you were before you brought him up to your apartment. That is a little convenient don’t you think, Miss Hill.”
He is scolding me?
“Mr. Hernandez, not that it is any of your business what I do on my personal time, but I have know Dominic for about 5 years. He did not know my last name until last night. Our relationship is none of your business. In fact, until I inquired about who you were, I had no idea about his affiliation with my father’s company. I do not think he came up here with me because of what my last name is. So to answer your question, yes, it is a convenient coincidence.” This is not going well. He is scrutinizing me with a scowl. “Did you come to talk to me for a reason or did you just want to scold me.”
“First, your private relationships don’t concern me, but HMA’s business relationships do. Since your personal relationship with, Mr. Ross, may spill over into our business relationship, unknowing or not, it will be my concern. Second, I came up here to introduce myself to you because we will be working closely together. I wanted to meet you before Monday morning. I was completely unaware of who you were last night, so therefore I did not come up here to scold you. Lastly, I was hoping we could have lunch or something, but it appears I am interrupting you. I will let you get back to what you are doing and see you at 9 AM, Monday morning.” He starts to walk off toward the door in a huff.
“What do you mean working closely together? Dominic told me you run HMA. I am just an intern.” I don’t want to work with him. I assumed I would be making my rounds in each division learning the ropes. I don’t really think that includes dealing with, the Assistant CEO of Hill Marketing Agency.
“Your father didn’t tell you who you are interning for?” He looks displeased. Of course he is. He thinks daddy’s little girl is being handed something she doesn’t deserve.
“No. I have no idea who I am reporting to. My father was tight lipped on that. He just said he would make sure I am where I need to be.”
“Well, Miss Hill, it seems like you NEED to be my intern. I typically don’t take on interns. I have an assistant who is very good at her job, but your father insists that you shadow me. He has always championed what a bright and driven young woman you are and he assures me you will be a valuable member of my team. He also guaranteed me you wouldn’t get in my way. So far, I am not impressed. First impressions are everything in this profession. You would be wise to remember that.” I stand perfectly still and hang my head as if I have something to be sorry for, while he speaks to me like I am a small child. “Good day, Miss Hill.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Hernandez.” Are the words that fall out of my mouth, shocking even me. Sorry? Why should I be sorry? I had no idea what my father had planned. I certainly didn’t do any of this intentionally.
He opens the front door and turns back to look at me. “Will you be attending Mr. Ross’s show tonight?”
I nod.
“I am leaving promptly at 8:00. If you are interested in a ride, you can meet me in the lobby.”
He doesn’t even give me a chance to respond before he is out the door. Standing here with my head down, even after he is gone, I’m completely unnerve
d the way I just let him make me feel like a speck of dirt on the ground. I am a grown woman for goodness sakes. Not a child. How dare he? And how dare my father. I told him I wanted to start on the bottom. I knew he would do something like this.
Needing to do something other than think about my conversation with Gabe, I compose myself and decide to take a nap before getting ready. I turn down my shades and set my alarm for 6:00 so I can give myself enough time to get ready. I don’t sleep though. The last twenty-four hours play through my mind like a video on repeat.
By 7:45, I am ready to rock and roll. Pun intended. Taking one last look at the mirror I look over my outfit for the night. Scantly dressed, in my new black dress with bright red satin peeking through the lace that barely covers my breasts, and a hemline that’ll stop traffic. My black strappy shoes with the skull and crossbones charm on the back complete the outfit perfectly. My hair is sleek and straight as it flows past my shoulders and down my back. Smoky eyes and dark red lips are a complete contrast from the look I was going for last night.
When I enter the lobby, I find Luke talking to Gabe at the front desk. Hearing my heals click on the marble floors, Luke glances over Gabe’s shoulder and his mouth falls open. I can almost read the naughty thoughts forming in his head as he trails his eyes up and down my body. Gabe turns, when he sees he no longer has Luke’s attention. He looks equally as pleased until he realizes that the woman he is ogling is the boss’s daughter.
He is dressed more casual then I have previously seen him. He is adorned with dark jeans, a red fitted tshirt, and black boots, and his hair a little more tussled. He looks much younger than before, but still screams tight-ass.
As I walk closer to Luke, who is still gawking, I put my finger under his chin and force it up. The look on Gabe’s face tells me he is not pleased Luke is still staring at me.
“Uh...umm…sorry Emma. I didn’t recognize you. You look very…nice.” Luke says, embarrassed I caught him looking.
“That’s what you are wearing?” Gabe snaps. “A little risqué for the daughter of the man whose company is hosting this event. Don’t you think?” He’s right of course, but I will never tell him that. I was so wrapped up in Dominic I didn’t even consider it.