First Time with the Major

by Mia Ford

  Chapter Six

  Emily

  “I think that you’ve had to drink for one night,” Marvin smiles as she waves at Candy. The tender with so much glow that I feel as if I need dark shades to look directly at her.

  As he pulls out my chair, I think of him as always being the perfect gentleman. Such class and the man that wants to take me to his room this weekend and do dirty things to me.

  Marvin moves his arm and turns to hold my hand as we leave the bar. I feel a little relieved since it’s less intimate than having his arm around me, but the touch still leaves me flustered. I wait as we stand for what feels like a few seconds and then Kurt’s parked the limo outside and is standing by the door, waiting for us to get in. I stand unclear what to do next when Marvin announces, “Ladies first.”

  As he motions for me to move in front of him. I must admit that this is the first time that I’ve seen him in black. He has a slight tan, something I rarely see on him and with his dark hair turning more gray. It doesn’t make him look old, just a mature temptation.

  I smile awkwardly, “Thank you.”

  I walk ahead of him, but I hesitate as I reach the limo and my heel hoovers inside of it.

  “Where are we headed right now?”

  “To my hotel.”

  “To… your…” my voice is weak as I try to speak, trailing off uncertainly because I’d just assumed that we were staying at the same hotel. None of this makes sense, why did he book a different place to me?

  I don’t even know why it’s bothering me so much. This is supposed to be his weekend to be in control, but I’m not used to it. The problem is as Michelle says, I need to let go. There’s too much riding on this weekend, and it’s not as if I’m not attracted to Marvin. That’s an understatement. This is the closest that we’ve been together naturally, not false, not pretending and I need to feel at ease with him. But I can’t because there’s so much riding on it. Maybe if there weren't a deal, it would be easier? Maybe if I were just here with him, then I wouldn’t feel that way.

  “Why aren’t you staying here?”

  “I don’t like it here. It’s a bit too bright lights, and too many tourists are here. The Encore’s not far, and it’s a bit quieter there this weekend. Besides I prefer the room there.”

  “So, you changed your mind?”

  “Yes.”

  Every time I want to sit in the limo, another question pops into my mind. That’s when I notice that he has a button undone, and his chest is clean. There’s no hair like I expected there to be.

  “What about my things?”

  He laughs, “All taken care off. Are you going to get inside or not?”

  As I enter the limo and Marvin sits next to me. Kurt starts the engine and then after we both put on our seatbelts, Marvin turns to face me.

  “Is there a problem?”

  I shake my head, ‘No.”

  I don’t even recognize the voice that answers him. I’m shaking and the confidence that I had at dinner, seems to have been left at the table, because it’s nowhere to be seen as I feel like a little child, unclear where their parents are taking them for the day. It’s just that I’m not a kid, and Marvin’s a man, who’s after one thing this weekend. I’m distracting myself by looking at the window watching the holidaymakers roaming up and down the busy streets. I’m thinking about them being lucky. They’re in control of where they go and what they’re doing, unlike me.

  “I don’t want you to regret coming here,” he nods as if he’s trying to convince himself more than me. I’m lost as to how to ignore his statement. So, as he did before, I don’t react to it. I look out of the window once again, and then Kurt announces on the intercom, “We’re here sir.”

  Marvin blurts out, “Good.”

  He wasn’t joking about it being a short drive. So, short in fact that I can’t understand how this side can be quieter than the other part of the Vegas strip.

  “Why did we have to change hotels?”

  He ignores me as I repeat the question. I want him to tell me the truth. I follow his suit as Kurt holds the door open. That’s when I have Marvin by my side, and without hesitation, he puts his arm around my waist and walks me down to the reception area as Kurt nods at him. A secret signal to say that makes me think that he’s leaving me. I’m not used to this type of life. Am I supposed to wave to him? Shake his hand? When I was with Kurt alone from the airport, it was easier, but with Marvin here I feel as if I’m a stumbling fool and I don’t understand why?

  “You won’t owe me any of it back after this weekend.”

  He’s completely changing the subject, so I prompt him to answer my original question.

  “You never answered my question.”

  He nods as he gazes into my eyes. It’s as if he makes me melt every time he’s near. His intoxicating woody scent tends to drive me wild. It’s a mature scent. Something that only a sophisticated man would wear, not guys my age.

  “I did, and you repeated it. Ignoring my original answer.”

  He puts me in my place, and I have no words to reply to him right now. He did answer, and for some reason, I thought that it was a lie. I decide that I need to let go and stop fighting this so badly.

  I decide that the real reason I’m fighting it is because I don’t know what it all means. Marvin could have any woman that he wants, with his ribbed abs that I managed to catch a glimpse off one time when he was using the pool at a friend’s house. I remember gazing at him and wondering if I’ll ever get the opportunity to put my hands on them. I only caught a glimpse, because he was quick to put his shirt on in my presence.

  I let him take the lead as we head towards the elevator in silence. As the nerves start to take over my mouth, I’m unable to speak. As we enter he puts his card in the elevator, he still has his arm around my waist. Anyone that saw us would think that we’re a couple. It just looks so natural, and he’s doing it as if he’s done a thousand times.

  A light bell sound signals the elevator has reached its destination, and once the doors are open Marvin moves away from me and offers me his arm. It’s as if he’s changing our roles from being one of edging me to him to one of making sure that I’m fully on board with what happens next. I take a deep breath and slide my hand under his elbow.

  My heart is beating faster as we enter the room. It’s as if the light’s only comes on as we enter deeper into the suite.

  “I don’t have a clear schedule for what we’re going to be up to for the weekend.”

  One minute he’s almost romantic, then the next it’s as if he’s talking to a stranger. It’s as if he’s maybe as nervous as I am at the moment. Or maybe this is nothing to him? He’s used to taking women to his suite for a small price.

  When he turns to look at me, I meet his gaze, trying to stop the trembling in my body as my hands clench tighter together. Marvin takes me by the top of my arms, leans closer, and kisses me on the cheek.

  He pulls back and holds the key out to me. “This is the key to this room. I’m sure you know the rules already, but I’ll tell you just in case. Don’t lose the key, don’t leave your room without it. And if anything comes up, call me, or call the reception. There’s a phone on the nightstand, just speed dial one.”

  I think back to how I left the room in a mess back at the Mandarin. I was desperate to impress him tonight, and I feel embarrassed that someone has gone there to clean it up and bring it all here.

  A flood of questions are entering my head, but the lump in my throat prevents me from saying anything. He holds the key out, and I reluctantly take it. He smiles and then walks away.

  I’m left blinking at his back until he disappears. I walk into the room in a daze. I am so confused about what he wants. I had expected him to stay, not leave me alone on the first night. I stand frozen in time and then after a few seconds I decide to get ready for bed.

  The suite’s a little bigger than the Mandarin, and it has calmer wood colors because the beige carpet runs through the living roo
m and I know that to my right is the bedroom as the door’s slightly ajar. The one for me to sleep alone. I look at the strange circular painting on the wall. Modern art, I've never understood it. The room is more mutual colors than the Mandarin and as I stare and look out at the strip and admire the lights. The only thing I feel is tiredness. I head to the bedroom and widely open the wooden doors. But, what I don’t understand is why didn’t he let me come here in the first place. I walk around like a lost lamb, and that’s when I see a note, by the bed stand.

  I open it as it has my name written on it. It’s typed, and like a little kid on Christmas day, I start to rip it apart.

  That’s when I see the message, Marvin like’s playing games. I can see that for sure.

  Emily,

  When you settle in, use this key to go to suite 245.

  Don’t bring anything with you except the key.

  Marvin

  Wow, I think as I pick up the key, not jumping in the shower or trying to freshen up. A wave of excitement rushes through me as I think about what he wants to do to me. This whole trip hasn’t been in vain. I can’t deny that I’m attracted to him. I can’t pretend that I don’t want him because I do. Marvin’s just a little different to what I’d expected when it comes to things like this. I expected him to be in the suite as soon as I landed, but he wants to have control and play mind games. I’ll let him play, and as Katie said on the phone earlier, I’ll make sure that I have the time of my life too.

  Chapter Seven

  Emily

  My heart's thumping out of control. No longer do I feel confident as I slowly move down the hallway to his suite. It’s on the same floor as mine, which for some reason makes it that much better knowing that I don’t need to get in the elevator again. I take a deep breath and knock on the door. There’s no response. I knock again and the temptation to go back to my room and get my phone.

  Maybe I did get the instructions the wrong way around?

  I think back to the note, and it was pretty simple. All I had to do was go to suite 245. Marvin’s not the type of man to get something so simple mixed up. Especially when he’d gone out of his way to make sure that everything’s going according to his plan. The one that he doesn’t want to share with me.

  I decide that here goes nothing as I put the key card in and then push the door open. I think that maybe I’m in the wrong place. The room appears empty, but as curiosity gets the better off me, I step in and glance around nervously as I notice that the room is a bedroom suite, rather than mine which has a living room and then the bedroom to the right. There’s a giant queen sized bed, and I laugh as I spot the same circular painting on the wall. I wonder if they have it in all the rooms?

  The window points to the strip, but the room has a living room area, rather than a room like my suite. It’s still big, but with the strip view and the bright lights, I feel as if I’m in a different world as it sends me into a little trance. I could stand and look out all day.

  Like a magnet, I draw closer to the bed and spot the note that’s on the side table. It’s as if he’s playing a treasure hunt game and I feel like I did a few minutes ago. No longer nervous but excited about trying to figure out what’s inside of it.

  But then this is when I notice there’s another envelope and I start to understand exactly what Marvin has in mind. This isn’t just going to be sex. He’s kinky, and it should make me want to leave. I should tell him that I’m not that kind of girl. Instead, it makes me feel naughty, and the prospects of learning, I rip open the envelope to find out more.

  Emily,

  Remember I said that I had more games to play. This one’s even better because it only involves you and I. Strip down to your panties and sit on the edge of the bed facing opposite the window.

  I’ll be joining you soon as soon as you’re sitting and waiting for me.

  Marvin

  The words make me lick my lips as I start to strip, knowing that he’ll find me half-naked waiting for his appearance on the side of the bed. Do I start to strip seductively wondering if he’s watching me right now?

  There could be a hidden camera, and that’s the reason why he knows when to appear. I lift my dress slowly and then fling it to the side of the room. I spin around slowly hoping that he likes what he sees, but I haven’t finished yet. He said down to my panties, so I start to unclasp my bra, unclear what way to face. I could spoil the game and look around the room, put on the light and try and find this hidden camera. But part of me’s scared that he’ll back away.

  Maybe I should take my dress off the floor and fold it neatly; I don't want him to think that I'm a slob. I have one set of instructions. I intend to fulfill them as I let my breast become fully exposed and I wait patiently at the edge of the bed facing the window.

  At first, I don’t know what to do with my hands, do I rest them on my legs. Or do I put them to the side? I decide on letting them rest to the side, and then I don’t know how long I was sitting there.

  The anticipation’s killing me as I start to lose patience. It’s as if he knows that I’m feeling this way because I hear his voice startling me from behind,

  “Emily.”

  I didn’t hear the door, which means that he’s been in the room this whole time.

  “I thought that maybe you were going to leave?”

  I can’t tell if he’s asking me, or telling me what he was thinking, but I reply honestly.

  “I just got impatient. Can I turn around now?”

  “No.”

  I want to turn around so badly, but the idea that it’ll all be over as a result of it stops me. I wonder if there’s someone else with him? Or if he’s naked like me?

  “I want to see you. Stand up!”

  I follow his instructions immediately because his tone of authority takes me by surprise, “But don’t turn around. Close your eyes and spin around slowly.”

  I do as he says and then he growls, “You’re so beautiful. From the head to the toe.”

  “Are you nervous?”

  I nod my head because as I stand with my eyes closed, not sure what way I’m facing. If I’m still facing the window or better him. I’m obeying him because I’m scared that if I don’t then, it’ll all be over.

  “Don’t. You know that you can trust me,” his voice is so gentle and calm. For a minute I think of completely letting go and stop building up these barriers. Until I realize that he’s next to me.

  “You want this as much as I do.”

  I nod my head because I know that he’s right. I could have left at any time. But I’ve played along with the games maybe a bit too much, so it’s clear that I’m here until the end. I know that if I leave, now I’ll regret it. Not only because of the business but because I want to know exactly what Marvin has in mind.

  “Yes.”

  I hate to admit that he’s right all the time. His hands start to move over my body. Teasing my arms and my neck. It’s as if he’s feeling and enjoying what he sees, “You feel so fucking beautiful. Your skins as soft as silk.”

  I want to say something, but as keeping my eyes start to feel so natural, I find myself lost in every stroke. The tension is building up inside of me. I start to purr as I think that no one’s ever touched me. The way that he’s doing right now. It’s a sensual feeling as I can hear his breathing quicken as if he can’t get enough of me and then without warning he stops.

  I wish that he wouldn’t stop. I know that I don’t him to.

  “Are you ready to start?”

  I swallow the lump in my throat as I feel as if I’m dangling in mid air. I move and feel the bed to the side of me as I try and catch my breath.

  “Marvin?”

  I shake my head, and then I feel something over my eyes as he spins me around and I wanted to open them right then and there. I wanted him to keep touching me. Make me feel exactly as he did only a few seconds ago.

  “Emily if it gets too much, I need you to say a word, but I don’t want you to see what I’m about to
do to you. Our eyes play tricks on us, they don’t allow us to feel but anticipate the feeling. I’m blindfolding you because I could tell that you wanted to open your eyes. I want you to enjoy it.”

  “I’m scared,” my voice is trembling as I think about giving him complete control.

  “You trust me. Don’t you?”

  I hesitate, but then I think about how he made me feel a few moments ago. We haven’t had sex yet I’m so aroused. When he was touching me just a few seconds ago, it was the most sensual experience that I’ve ever had in my life.

  “I’m going to tie you too.”

  I feel a knot behind my head, and then I feel his hands tracing down my arms.

  “I want you to be touched not the other way around.”

  Holy crap!

  He’s going to make me completely helpless, but he’s confirming what I’m thinking as he ties my arms. I take a deep breath thinking that I knew that it wasn’t going to be just a case of us having sex. This is going to be something so much more than that. There are no words to describe how I feel as he gently sits me down and starts to pin my legs just the same way that he did my arms.

  I want to break free, as I start to panic. There’s no way out as I try and lift my legs and I can feel the pressure high enough to stop my mobility. It’s not painful; I know that Marvin is a master of his craft and I’m his student. One that he’s going to future and enjoy all the pleasure that I can give to him.

  “This isn’t about pain,” he moans as he shifts my legs onto the bed. “It’s about making sure that you enjoy everything that we’re about to do. Just don’t try and fight it just relax and enjoy the ride.”

  “Easy for you to say. You’re not blinded or tied up?”

  I reply nervously thinking that this is a one-way street. He comfortably knows everything that’s about to happen, whereas I’m only lying down on a bed completely helpless. I can’t move. I try a little and fail as the realization that I’m completely at his mercy starts to hit home. Part of it is exciting, but then there’s the other part that surprises me.