by Dark Angel
"Dinner. Tonight. I'll pick the place," I whisper into her ear. "All you have to do is say yes."
She looks up at me, and for a moment I don't know how she's going to answer, or what's going through her mind. Finally she grins.
"Okay then," she says. "My answer is yes."
I smile.
This is going to be an interesting night.
Brittney
I look out my apartment window and see a black limo pull up to the curb. The limo's windows are deeply tinted, so I can't see who's inside, but I know it's Ethan Kane.
He's right on time.
I check myself for the last time in a full-length mirror turning around in a full circle to consider how this dress looks from all angles. I smooth the fabric with my hands.
Based on our last encounter where he nearly made my heart leap through my throat by sneaking up behind me—I wasn't expecting him to find me like that, but I guess I should've been more careful—I knew I needed to gain his trust and attention tonight.
I bought this dress specifically for tonight's dinner. The goal was to find a dress that would stop traffic. I don't want him to be able to take his eyes off of me.
On the tag for this dress, the color was listed as Russian Roulette Red.
I figured that's exactly the kind of high-octane stakes I'm faced with, and I bought it.
This was a good purchase, I say to myself, after coming to the conclusion that it's going to be a good fit. I'll admit that it fits me better than a glove.
It's an iconic cocktail dress—the kind of dress that hugs your every curve like a second skin. The neckline is built to plunge deeply between my breasts and is held up with a single halter-top that clasps with a gold buckle. My back is exposed, and the dress's hemline ends well before my knees.
I think this dress will do the trick tonight.
I've added an extra wave to my hair with a curling iron, and I carefully applied a smoky eye shadow with a healthy layer of mascara. And this look wouldn't be complete without a classic red lipstick, so I add that too at the last minute.
I hear another knock at the door, and I open it.
Standing outside is Ethan. He's wearing a suit that looks like something out of a James Bond movie. My god he's hot… so clean cut and … chiseled under that form-fitting suit.
"You look beautiful," he says, extending me his hand. He carefully walks me to street.
"I'd say you clean up nicely as well," I grin. Together we walk to the limo where his driver is holding a door open for us. We slide into the cold leather seats, and I scoot close to him, inhaling his masculinity.
"Where are we headed?" I ask.
"Are you ready for amazing views of the city?" he asks.
"I'm intrigued," I say. "And I do love a good view."
"Rockefeller Center," he replies. "We're going to the very top."
"You certainly have good taste," I purr, running my hand across his chest. I lean in and bring my lips to his, pressing against him softly—just enough to give him a taste—and I pull away. He gives me a devilish grin, but before he can say anything, the limo stops and the driver opens our door, ushering us out.
That was a quick ride. Time flies when you're with a hot man.
We walk into Rockefeller Center, and once we take an elevator up to the restaurant, I find myself with a world-class view of New York City. Thousands of lights glitter and dance across the landscape as if a diamond necklace has been draped across the skyline.
I don't care how many times I've seen this view. It never gets old.
The waiter approaches and offers us a wine from their extensive wine list. Ethan orders us a Pinot Noir. I watch as it's carefully poured into an oversized wine glass and the deep aroma fills my head before the alcohol does. I take a sip and feel myself floating on its rich, velvet blanket of earth and berries.
I extend my foot under our table until my heel reaches Ethan's leg. I slowly drag it upwards until I know that I'm inches from his cock.
He shifts in his chair and we lock eyes. He reaches toward me with his own leg, but I move just out of reach. He seems disappointed, but the waiter interrupts and brings us a dazzling plate of oysters on ice, which momentarily diverts our focus.
"These are deep, cold-water oysters," Ethan says after the waiter walks away. "They're saltier than the other varieties. Eating one of these is like being slapped by an ocean wave."
"Hmm… a salty slap. I like the sound of that," I wink.
I reach over and grab a wedge of lemon and squeeze it on top of one. I watch as the oyster seems to shiver and recoil under the acidity.
"I think it just moved," I say.
"It should. The best way to eat an oyster is to eat a live one. Don't settle for anything less."
"I never knew you were such an authority on this subject."
"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," he grins. He reaches over to touch my arm. I let him for a moment, but pull away. I can see the confusion on his face.
But I know I need to gain his trust, so I grab another oyster, squeeze lemon on it and bring it to my lips.
I tilt my head back, exposing my neck to Ethan, and I part my lips just enough to take the oyster in and allow it to slide down my throat. He watches me, never lifting his gaze.
I smile and grab his hand. Placing one of his fingers between my lips, I suck on it. "I don't know what's tastier, you or this oyster," I purr.
"I like that sound of that," he smiles. He reaches up to stroke my cheek, but again, I pull away.
This game of back and forth is driving him crazy.
By the time our waiter brings out the final course—a decadent serving of chocolate lava cake, I've already been teasing Ethan for the entire night. In one sense, I feel bad. I honestly do.
I find myself feeling wildly excited by his advances; I'm like those oysters every time he responds with my skin rippling in anticipation. I want his touch so bad. I crave his touch. But this is supposed to be a job. I have to keep that in perspective.
But if this is just a job, why am I feeling this way? Why am I desiring his touch? Normally, I do my job. I seduce men. I follow through, and that's it. I don't feel anything inside. But this is so different. My mind is reeling.
I push my spoon into the crust of the dark chocolate cake. The warm, gooey liquid leaks over the spoon, and I bring it to my mouth, extending my tongue and carefully licking off every warm drop.
Ethan is entranced.
"I didn't realize how hungry you were," he says with a grin.
"This is just the beginning," I purr. "My hunger goes beyond the food on this table."
When the meal is finished, I bring my hand softly on top of his. "Thank you, that was one of the best meals I've ever had," I say.
"There's a lot more where that came from," he smiles. "I can show you a good meal at my apartment—maybe satisfy your real hunger?"
His leg is pressed up against mine, and he has his hand on my arm. I know where he's going with this, but I can't. I can't go back to his apartment. Do I want to?
Yes, of course! My body is practically screaming out for him. But I really can't. Because if I go back to his apartment, you know what's going to happen, don't you? And I can't sleep with him. Not tonight. That's definitely not part of the formula for this evening.
"Not tonight," I say, pulling my arm back. "I can't."
He looks frustrated. There's something in his eyes that says he's not going to give up that easily. He's not going to take no for an answer. He stands up from the table and clears his throat.
"Everyone, can I have your attention?" his voice booms across the private dining room. The wait staff all stop and stare at him.
He now has a captive audience and he continues, "I need everyone to leave."
There are some low murmurs as people decide if he's serious. When he doesn't sit back down, and instead looks across the room to ensure people are following orders, they begin to file out—waiters, bussers, and other dine
rs.
When the last person leaves, the room is silent and Ethan looks at me.
"What is it that you just said?" he asks me.
I don't immediately respond and he continues.
"Did you say you can't? Because it looks to me like you can."
Brittney
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He wasn’t supposed to have me… Not yet, at least. But as he stands up and orders everyone to leave the room, I know I’m done for. And even though I know I should stop it, I simply can’t do it. I want this, and I want it very bad.
“This is it,” he tells me as he walks around the table. He stops right in front of me, fire in his eyes. I can almost see the flames of desire dancing there, tall and fierce and all consuming. Raising one arm, he brushes the back of his hand on my cheeks, and my heart starts to drum wildly as I feel his touch on me. “You know what happens now, don’t you?”
I say nothing and simply nod, adrenaline raging through my veins. I have a pretty good idea about what’s going to happen now, and I can’t wait for it.
“Say it,” he orders me, his voice barely a whisper. I run my tongue over my lips, trying to look for the words inside my mind. God, I can barely think straight right now.
“You’re going to fuck me,” I finally manage to say, and a pleased smile dawns on his lips.
“That’s right, Brittney, I’m going to fuck you… And I’m going to fuck you very hard,” he whispers, tangling his fingers in my hair and forcing my head back. I gasp as I feel the pressure of his fingers, a pleasant warmness under my skin. I’m already wet, my pussy aching to feel him; since that first moment when I put on that little show for him, during the audition, I’ve been wanting more of him. I mean, with a cock like that, how could I not want more?
Leaning in, he presses his mouth against the soft skin on my neck and I tremble, a shiver going up my spine as I feel his lips. Then, letting go of my hair, he runs his fingers down to my shoulders and grabs at the halter of my dress; he pulls on the silver clasp, sending it down. The fabric droops over my chest and it falls to my waist, my chest rising and falling faster as I start breathing harder.
I can’t help but notice the subtle smile on his face as his eyes go straight to my breasts. Acting on his desires, he takes his hands to my back and pulls at the clasp on my bra. Still unable to move, I simply let anticipation float around inside my head as he pushes the bra down my arms, baring my breasts.
“You’re a really beautiful woman,” he says, his hands going to my breasts. Cupping them both at the same time, he squeezes gently, the warmness of his fingers spreading to my skin. “Ever since your little dance at the audition, I’ve wanted you,” he continues, his voice steady but filled with a tense eagerness.
“I’m here now,” I mutter, aching to feel his lips on mine. Even though desire is burning deep inside of me, I still find myself frozen in place; there’s a certain hardness in his eyes, one that tells me that he’s the one in charge. I’ve been with dominant and powerful men, but I’ve never met anyone that could convey all his power and dominance with just one look. Until now, that is.
“Yes, you are… And there’s no going back from this.” Just like that, he leans into me and crushes his mouth against mine. I surrender to his kiss and part my lips, sliding my tongue inside his mouth almost at once. Our tongues dance around one another, and he place his hands on my waist, pulling me into him. I go willingly, pressing my body against his as the wetness between my thighs continues to grow at an out of control pace.
Acting on impulse, I take my hand to between his legs and press it against his crotch. I start to kiss him wildly as I feel his desire pulsing against my fingers, his hard cock straining against his pants. I curl my fingers around his thick shape, grabbing him firmly, and that sets something off inside of him.
He pushes me back, and the moment my back touches the wall, he digs his fingers into my thighs and forces me to turn around. I gasp as I turn, placing both my hands on the wall at shoulder height. Moving fast, he slides one hand around my waist and presses his long fingers against my pussy, bunching up the front of my dress. I exhale sharply as I feel the pressure, a warm sweetness coating my nerve endings as I jut my ass back and press it against his crotch. His cock between my ass cheeks, I start to grind against him, stroking him over the fabric of our clothes using just my ass.
“Not an ounce of patience in you,” he tells me, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks. He presses harder on my pussy, a violent electric thunder climbing up my spine, and I let out a subtle moan. I start to grind against him as if there is no humanity left inside of me; right now, I’m a feral animal guided by base instincts. And I just love it.
“Oh, God,” I find myself saying as Ethan flicks my thong to the side. Wasting no time, he runs one fingertip over my drenched folds and then stops on my clit, applying a maddening pressure there. “God,” I repeat, unable to find anything else to say. Electric sparks go from my clit to all my muscles, and then make their way toward my head, silencing whatever thoughts still float inside of it.
“God? No God in here but me,” he whispers against my ear, his words making me even more desperate to have his cock inside of me. Whenever I find myself with a man when I’m on a job, I never let desire take the reins… But with Ethan, that’s impossible.
Letting go of my clit, he runs his finger down my pussy again, and then simply hooks it in. I bite on my bottom lip as he pushes his finger past my folds, guiding it all the way in, and I press my forehead against the wall. With my eyes closed, I let a sweet madness take over me as he starts to move his finger in and out of me. I’m moaning now, the quivering sound of my voice echoing in the room.
“You’re moaning now,” he whispers, “but soon you’ll be screaming.”
“I’d like that,” I manage to say, and as soon as the last word leaves my lips, he takes his finger out of my pussy. He takes it to my mouth, and acting on instinct alone, I part my lips and let his finger in. Sucking it dry, I let my own fluids coat my tongue with my lustful flavor. Then, with no warning at all, he grabs me by the hips again and makes me turn to him.
With what seems like a growl, he runs his fingers through my hair once more, and forces my head back. His lips go straight to my neck, and he traces a downward line toward my breasts; the moment he goes over the curve of my right breast, he wraps his lips around my hard nipple and starts to suck on it. I exhale sharply, and taking the opportunity, he slides one hand of his under my dress. This time, he doesn’t flick my thong to the side: he grabs on it and pushes it down my legs, his movements filled with a kind of frantic anxiety.
I’m still kicking my thong off when he presses his hand against my bare pussy. His thumb goes straight to my clit, and at the same time, he pushes his index finger inside of my pussy again. Fingering me and punishing my clit, he continues to suck hard on my nipple, all the sensations blending into one another. It doesn’t take long for my moans to turn into one drawn out scream. God, if he can make me feel like this using only his fingers, I can’t imagine how good it will be once I push his pants down…
“We’re just getting started, Brittney… But I love the way you scream,” he tells me, and then starts to rub his thumb harder against my clit. This is a man who knows what he’s doing; his strokes are simple and effective, and it only takes a few seconds for my muscles to start tensing up. There’s a fire climbing up my throat, and I already hear the deep rumbling of thunder under my skin. “Let go… Come for me,” he continues, and just like that, I come undone.
Fire turns into a raging inferno, and thunder melts into it as I let out one violent scream. Pleasure rages through like a river after a flood, whispering promises of so much more as it goes through me. Grabbing his wrist, I hold his hand in place as I come, my pussy clamping around his fingers. I only let go of him when the spasms that have taken over my muscles finally start to subside.
“Now,” Ethan says, slowly sliding his finger out of my pussy, “it�
�s time to see what you can do.” I force my eyes open, and look into him, a devilish grin on his lips. “On your knees.” As if his words were magic, I find my knees buckling, and I go down as if God himself had cut the strings that kept me up. “Good girl.”
I don’t need instructions now; my hands move as if they have a mind of their own, and I rest my fingers on his waistline. Looking up at him and into his eyes, I unbuckle his belt, and slowly pull it out from its loops. Breathing deeply in order to steady my fingers, I finally start unbuttoning. My heart is pounding like a jackhammer, a wild anticipation taking over me. As I go on, button by button, his cock pushes against my fingers from under his boxer briefs. God, I can’t even take my eyes off of it.
Brushing one finger over his whole length, I only realize that I’ve stopped breathing when I finally find his waistline. I take one more deep breath, and hook my fingers on his boxers; pulling them down, I can’t help but bite down on my lower lips as his cock springs free, demanding all of my attention. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something quite like it; to say that it’s big would be putting it mildly. He has to be at least 12 inches long, and the thickness… Oh, God, I don’t even know how the hell I’m going to fit him in my mouth, let alone in my pussy.
“You want it, don’t you?” he asks me with a grin, grabbing his cock by the root and pointing it at my mouth. I lick my lips unconsciously, eager to feel him inside of my mouth.
“I do,” I whisper, and he responds by brushing his glans against my parted lips. Without saying anything else, I open my mouth wide, and just like that, he shoves his whole cock inside of my mouth. My eyelids droop as I feel his inches rolling over my tongue, going straight to the back of my throat. Somehow, my lips touch the skin around the base of his cock; it’s not easy, but I push through, fitting all his length inside of my mouth. I slide out then, my lips sliding over his shaft as I curl my fingers around it. When Ethan places both his hands on top of my head, I’m lost. I start to bob my head back and forth, surrendering to the whirlwind of pleasure inside of me. I never thought I’d take this much delight in sucking someone’s cock.