Keysha comes in for a quick hug from me. "It was really nice seeing you, Veronica, I'll hit you up some time to get together."
"That would be great girl, it's been too long. I'm so glad I got to see you all tonight, too. Maybe we can all have dinner or something soon." I smile at them.
"No doubt, that sounds nice." James says. "We're gonna head out of here, try to enjoy the rest of the night together, the kids are at the babysitter tonight." He winks at us.
"Uh oh." I chuckle. "Get that in, y'all!"
Adrian grins, "A night of baby making music, you might want to be careful, you'll be adding to the family!" He laughs.
Keysha chuckles, "You sure know how to set the mood."
We all have a good laugh, say our good nights, and they head out of sight.
Adrian looks at me, "Ready to get out of here?"
I nod, "Yeah, I'm ready."
We start out the door and a young guy comes up to us. "Adrian! What's up bro? You heading' to the after party?" He asks. Adrian shakes his head, "Not tonight, man, I'll catch you another time."
I feel uneasy in that moment. My mind wanders, thinking about the life he leads as a singer. Clubs, after parties, groupies. It makes me sick to my stomach. I try to shake it off. I don't even want to know. In reality, what's it my business anyway? I don't have a reason to be jealous either, at least I shouldn't.
We walk off and head to his car. When Adrian gets in, I wait for him to start the car, but he doesn't. He sits there quite for a moment. I don't say anything to him, thinking maybe he needs a minute to gather himself after the show he just performed. He's looking down at his hands. It's silent inside of the car. I watch the people pouring out of Candleroom, heading to whatever destinations they have for the night. I wonder if maybe he wanted to go to the after party, but was afraid that I wouldn't want to join him or something. The thoughts pour through my mind.
After what seems like ten minutes, but was more like five, he looks up straight ahead. He pauses for a second then looks over at me, his face is serious and has a look of concern on it. I look at him with confusion, wondering what's going on with him, what he's thinking about. He takes my hand in his.
"Veronica, I don't know what we're doing, or why. I don't know what you want out of this, whatever this is. I don't even know what I want. The only thing I know right now, is that I'm really feeling you. I've never felt such a strong connection with a woman. Shit, a real woman at that. I'm only twenty three, and I know I don't have a lot to offer. I'm not as experienced as you might think, in a lot of areas. You know, I just live life to the fullest, but there's so many things I have yet to try or whatever. Look, I have no clue where I'm going with this. I could go on forever trying to get to my point... but... my question is this, what do you want to happen between us? Be real. Be honest, I'm not looking for sugar-coated bullshit. I just want to know, to see if we're on the same level."
I pause, just for a split moment, to take it all in and answer the way I really need to. I need to be honest with him, let him know just what I'm feeling. I would also like to let him know about other secrets of mine, but it may be too soon or a bit much to lay on all at once. I gather my thoughts and let him have it. He wants real, I can give him real.
"Straight up?" I ask, he nods at me. "Real shit then. This is where I'm at..." I take a deep breath, hoping that I don't say the wrong thing that will scare him away. "So... I'm in love with my career, I have a relationship with it that requires a lot of my time and attention. I spend the majority of my life doing what I love, painting. I'm an artist, I work on projects for major companies and business owners. I have worked hard in my life to get what I have. I can't afford to throw it all away. I lost my father so many years ago, and he taught me to always put what is most important to me first. I'm not going to get into a relationship right now, I'm not saying I never will, but right now is not the right time for me to invest in a relationship. I would feel guilty, that I'm not spending enough time with the person, or giving enough attention. I just can't handle that on top of what I already have going on in life."
I pause to see if he's following. He looks like he's anticipating my end answer to his question, so I proceed.
"Moral of everything I just said, I'm not looking for love. I'm not good with emotions. I don't want someone who is going to get too attached. What I hope for us? That you accept me for who I am, what I do, and so on. I accept you for all you are and so on as well. That we can have a connection without catching feelings."
He stops me, "So what you're looking for from me, or us, is... friendship?"
I shake my head. "Well, no, but yeah, I mean... friendship is a good base to have with anyone, but that's not it."
He looks confused. "What is it then?"
"Adrian, I want sex. Full on, crazy, hot, uninhibited SEX." I express. It took all of that to get to this, just putting it out there. Why is it so hard to tell someone this? Does it have to be complicated?
He looks slightly shocked, but possibly happy at the same time. "Sex?" He asks and has a crooked smile on his face.
"Yes, sex. I want the kind of sex that makes all other sex look weak." I grin with a short chuckle. "I want to know that you and I can fuck on a regular basis, without feeling some type of way, if you get what I'm saying. But I don't mean mediocre sex, I'm talking my kind of sex."
"Is that right? Just what is your type of sex?" He asks curiously.
"I can show you better than I can tell you." I wink at him with a flirty smile.
"I like the sound of that. So let me ask you this though, what if I can't live up to what you need?"
"It can be taught, if you're willing to learn." I say without thinking before I speak.
"I didn't expect this to be your answer, Ms. Thorne, I am definitely surprised. I mean, I could tell you are attracted to me as I am you. There's a reason we're drawn to each other, I just had no idea that it was this."
"Are you disappointed?" I ask.
"No, not at all. I just never had a woman be to so direct with me, and in the category of sex, it's not something I ever imagined would happen to me. You know. I'm used to girls about my age, that have no experience, and me only having so much under my belt. It's a little intimidating. I don't mean that in a bad way though. I'm just letting you know, I don't really know what I'm doing with you. You're not the typical fuck, I can already tell." He grins awkwardly.
"Don't worry about all of that, it's not even relevant to me. I like to be in control, so having someone who isn't so controlling, works for me." I smile with intensity.
"What happens if you don't like what I have to offer? What if you find another that can bring you exactly what you need? Do I get thrown to the curb?" I can tell he's concerned. I get the feeling he's already a little attached, which is what I didn't want to happen.
"Adrian, let's not get into details about something we haven't even tried yet. I put it this way, I don't see you as someone I can just throw to the curb, our friendship should seal that. As far as the sex goes, if you follow as I lead, you won't disappoint. No worries, just give yourself the benefit of the doubt."
He nods as if to agree. I can see he's somewhat uncomfortable. Maybe it was too intense, or straight-forward for him. He asked for it though. I could have laid it on even thicker, but I think he's had enough for one night. I smirk to myself.
"Alright, so what do you want to do tonight? Or are you ready to go home? Whatever you want." He licks his bottom lip and I raise an eyebrow. I can think of better things than going home, that's for sure.
"I'd like to put these expensive stilettos to good use." I grin and bite my bottom lip.
"What you got in mind?" His curiosity is peaked.
"Well... as much as I love this beautiful dress you got for me, I'd like it to be laying somewhere... and me with just these on." I point to my feet. His attention is all mine. "You know where The Adolphus Hotel is, right?" He nods. "That's where we're going." I instruct.
He doesn't hesitate to start the
car and pull out of the parking lot. The ride to the hotel is silent, I imagine his nerves are at an all-time high. I keep quiet, let him think on what's happening. My own thoughts are flooded with what I would like to do to him. I've been waiting for this moment for long enough, I'm ready to have him the way I want him.
We pull up, the exquisite beauty of this structure takes my breath away every time I see it. The historic hotel is more like a palace, an elegant masterpiece of twenty one floors, luxury pouring throughout every inch. As we enter, I notice Adrian's eyes widen when he takes a look around.
"Charming, isn't it?" I nudge him, assuming from his fascination that he's never stepped foot inside. "It's been named the most beautiful building west of Venice. I'm in love with its European sophistication. I come here when I need inspiration to get back in touch with the Artist in me."
Adrian smiles at me, "The beauty of this place was enhanced once you walked in."
"That's very sweet of you, thank you." I smile at him and walk over to the front desk to check in. Adrian stands over by a statue in the front lobby, admiring the decor. I pay to get the best room available and walk back over to him with the keys in my hand.
"Ready?" I ask with my tongue between my teeth, teasing him subtly.
I take his hand in mine and lead him to the elevator. We step inside once the doors open, both of us silent. I am positive his thoughts are intruded with trying to accept that this is really happening, not just a fantasy or dream. I glance over at him, standing to the side of me. He looks like he's about to pass out.
"Hey, Adrian, if you're too tired to do this..."
"I'm good, just trying to mentally prepare for what's about to happen between us. I mean, I pictured it a little, but definitely not to this extent." He says nervously.
"Well I know you had a long day, and an even longer night, I'm sure you're ready to rest."
"No, it's not that. I'm awake, I wouldn't be able to sleep right now anyway. I just want this to go right, you know." He says and looks over at me, finally, he's been facing forward this whole time.
The elevator is nearing our floor. I turn myself so I'm standing in front of him and put my hands on both sides of his face. I pull him in and kiss his delicious lips. Our kiss lasts until the elevator stops. I step back, grab his hand, and pull him out of the elevator. We enter the hallway, turn to go down to the room, getting a look from someone walking past the opposite way. We reach the room, I let go of his hand and unlock the door. I push the door open and step in, Adrian follows me inside. We are both in awe of the room, it's stunning and welcoming.
There's a king size bed in the middle of the room, covered in crisp white bedding. I walk over to the bed, sit down, and watch Adrian looking around the room. He stops and stares at a picture on the wall. I walk up behind him, wrap my arms around him, running my hands up and down his chest. I start kissing his neck, nibbling on his ear, and he begins to moan lightly.
I walk over to the light and switch it off. The room darkens, besides a dim light coming in through the peaks of the windows. Adrian walks up to me. He's shaking, like a nervous puppy enduring a thunderstorm.
"You'll soon be bored of me, Veronica, what fun can it be to have to teach me everything? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of your own enjoyment?" I can tell he feels embarrassed about his inexperience.
"Teaching you my ways is half of the fun, to see the excitement you feel as you learn... that's pleasure in itself, baby." I purr my words to him as though he is my prey. My darkness is on the prowl, there's no more escaping.
I let my hair down, pull my dress up over my head and toss it over on a chair. My breasts are full and nipples erect. I step up to him, pressing my body against his, running my hands down his arms leading to his belt. After undoing it, I slide it out of the loops and hang it freely around my neck. I grab the bottom of his shirt and slide it up over his head, throwing it to the chair. His chest is exposed to me, his breathing heavy. I reach down and unbutton his pants, pull them down and he steps out of them while removing his shoes at the same time.
We stand there looking at one another, him in his boxers, me in my thongs and stilettos. I go over to my purse, pull my phone out and turn on some music. Sounds of R&B float through the air. I set the phone on the bench in front of the bed and see that Adrian's looking at me with intensity. I bite my lip and slowly approach him. He looks so good standing there in the glimpse of light coming through the window, highlighting his abs and part of his chest, his jaw and eyes streaked with dim lighting. The sight of him makes me flush, my insides aching, needing his touch.
I decide to myself, before I make it back to him, that I'm going to go easy on him this time. I know he's worried about how well he can please me, though I have no doubt in my mind he can handle just that. I step up to him and take his hand, placing it on my chest, bringing it over my breast to cup it and massage it in his palm. His touch excites me and awakens every sense.
I look him in the eyes, "Relax." I say softly.
I take the belt from around my neck and fold it in half, holding it in one hand. I lead him over to the bed and step in front of him. I pull my thongs down to take them off before kneeling myself onto the mattress, sitting in an upright position with nothing but my stilettos on. I reach behind myself to grab onto him and pull him closer. He bends into my grasp and starts kissing my neck and licking around my ear. His hands reach around me, leading from my waist up to my breasts. I arch my back in pleasure and let out a soft moan. My hand makes its way up to his hair, caressing every inch. I get a handful of his soft short curls, pulling toward me slightly, making his kisses blend into me.
I lean forward and turn my body to face his. Placing my hands on his stomach, tracing his muscles down to his waist, and slide them down to remove his boxers. My first real look at his cock, and I am captured for a moment by the victory of finally revealing what I have only imagined up until this point. I bask for a short minute, and wrap my hand around the thick shaft. The color of it matching his caramel tone skin, smooth and formed beautifully. The veins start to show more with my touch, as it becomes harder, extending in length. The head is of delightful size and shape. I admire every detail before leaning forward to taste it.
His eyes meet mine as I look up at him while leaning in to place my lips on his erection. He's biting on his lip, making me want to fuck the shit out of him. I kiss the head of his rock hard dick, licking and sucking on it as I go. Wrapping my lips around it, I move down the shaft, using my tongue to swirl around it with each motion. I feel him tighten and grow as I taste him. Not wanting him to blow his load just yet, I pull back and sit upright. The belt in my hand has left an imprint in my palm where I've been clenching it.
I lay back in front of him, spreading my legs wide and telling him to come here with the curl of my finger. He kneels onto the bed and hovers over me. I bite my lip, looking into his eyes.
"Any limits?" I ask.
The look on his face is priceless, I can see that he wasn't prepared to list anything he isn't okay with. I can't help but smile and let out a chuckle. There is what may be the look of fear in his eyes. I haven't even done anything yet, I can't imagine what he'll think when we really get into the swing of things. I pull the belt in between us, bringing it to the space between our faces. The smell of leather heightens my adrenaline, making my blood rush. He looks down at the belt and back at me.
"What do you plan to do with that?" His question is adorable.
"I want to use it on you, but I don't know if you're ready for that tonight." I grin. "You can use it on me though, I'm a big girl, I promise you won't hurt me." I wink at him.
He leans up from his military position above me, sitting upright on his knees. I sit up in front of him and hand him the belt. He takes it, looking at it like it's foreign. I turn myself around, getting on all fours, and push my ass into the air. I look behind me, Adrian frozen.
"Keep it folded." I tell him. "Spank me with it, as hard as you want. Don't hold back."
He looks up from his trance of the belt and gives me a look of uncertainty. Just when I think he is going to jump up and put his clothes on to run away, he folds the belt in half and raises it up to the side. He swings, nipping me in the ass with a swift lick. He can do better.
"Harder." I demand. I put my head down and wait for the belt to connect with my ass again.
I feel him pull the belt back to swing, he brings it down with a whip across my behind, the sting sends signals to my pussy that makes a loud moan escape me. His hand rubs over where the belt just struck. I push my ass back towards him, wanting more.
"Again, Adrian." I whine. "Don't stop unless I say so."
He takes his hand away and swings the belt, causing a painful shock to jolt through me. He swings again, and again, each swing changing sides. Striking me with the belt again, I cry out a moan and put my hand behind me to stop him. I lean up slightly, my ass cheeks burning from the leather blows, and grab the belt from him.
I stand up from the bed slowly, feeling every lash of the belt on my red skin. I walk behind him.
"Bend over." I instruct. Fuck it, my consideration of taking it easy has fled from my mind.
He's hesitant at first, but bends forward to get on all fours. I rub my hand across his sweet, tight, round ass and give it a smack. His body jumps from being startled, not knowing what's coming next. I run the tip of the belt across his ass cheeks and down his left leg, then back up his inner thigh, grazing his ball sack with it. His balls tighten up from the touch. I pull it away and fold it in half. I give him one solid whip of the belt across his ass, he groans.
I unfold the belt and wrap it around his ankles, pulling it tight, bringing his legs together.
"Turn over to your back." I tell him. "Grab the headboard with your hands and don't let go."
His body stretched out, I straddle over him with my back to his face and slide down onto his fully erect cock, pushing him deep inside of my wet pussy. I reach forward and grab onto his bound ankles. My stilettos rest against his hips. I slowly bring my ass up to where the tip of his dick is right at my entrance, then lower myself back down. I let out a breath of pleasure as he moans. I sit upright and rock back and forth, moving my hips while grinding down so he is deep inside.
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