Dazzled by Silver

by Lacey Silks

  The area Reese had reserved was smack in the center of the stage closer to the back of the club. Enclosed in a round booth with tall side walls it was quite intimate. The plush red velvet seats and fresh wood polish on the table and railings set a burlesque tone.

  The waiter hovered over us as soon as we sat down. He closed in on Reese, the obvious life of the party and wearing a white veil. His black bow tie and white cuffs decorated his well oiled body. Black shorts outlined his every appetizing curve.

  “What are we drinking tonight, ladies?” he asked

  “Orgasms!” Reese yelled.

  I smiled, a slight tingle warming my stomach at the memory of my last orgasmic shot the night I’d met Gabe. My gaze flew toward the bar on the left, but my P.I. wasn’t there. Though the lure of glistening naked torsos would normally keep my focus, tonight I only wanted to see a gray shirt.

  My preoccupied girlfriends were waving their bills at the first act of the night—a police officer with a large billy club at his side.

  My phone vibrated, and my heart skipped a beat. To my delight, there was a text from the one person I wanted to hear from tonight.

  G.SILVER: Are you enjoying your bachelorette party?

  I only recalled telling Gabe it was a ladies night out.

  SAM: You must be very good at your job, Magnum.

  G.SILVER: I’m good at everything I do.

  SAM: I’ve heard that before, but have yet to witness your talents.

  G.SILVER: Be careful what you ask for, Samantha. Got to get back to the meeting :(

  “Put that phone down and have some fun.” Reese yanked on my hand.

  I stood up as a new act came on stage. The dancer wore a pair of angel wings that touched the floor. A white cloth covered his bulging package. He held a bow and arrow to complete Cupid’s ensemble. As he moved about the stage, he shot plastic arrows at the screaming women. A lady near the front pretended to faint when she caught the heart shaped tip of the arrow.

  My phone’s message light blinked again just as the waiter brought a tray full of shots. My hand itched to pick it up, but Reese handed me a shot glass and I was forced to ignore the blinking light for a few more seconds. I gulped the shot enjoying the cream sliding down my throat.

  Reese handed me another one before I set my first empty down. The alcohol coursed through my body quickly. Between the wine I’d been sipping, the champagne in the limo and these shots, I was beginning to feel the effects of my drinking.

  The tuxedo-less waiter asked, “Are you enjoying the orgasms?” Although he’d said it to all the girls, I got the impression he spoke specifically to me.

  The distracting red flash on my phone seemed to pulse brighter. The little sparkle stole all my attention tonight. By the time an opportunity rose to check my messages I’d already missed two texts. Wasn’t Gabe supposed to be in a meeting?

  G.SILVER: What are you wearing? I’m picturing you in a red dress.

  G.SILVER: Drinking anything special tonight?

  My phone proved to be more entertaining than the half-naked guys parading around us. I typed back admiring my P.I.’s intuition.

  SAM: Wearing a short, tight, red dress and drinking a few orgasms.

  “Yummy, is he a special order, Reese?” Lin asked.

  The lust in Lin’s voice made me pause for a moment, but the new message brought my attention back to the screen.

  G.SILVER: Are they better than my orgasms?

  SAM: I don’t know yet, do I?

  I bit my lip waiting for the new flash to pulse.

  The girls around me quieted, and someone poked my ribcage, “Holy crap he’s hot!”

  “Who?” I asked, waiting for the little light to blink.

  Cupid’s scent intensified, and I looked up.

  The girls all stared open mouthed. No one focused on the stage anymore, and how could I blame them? Gabe wore torn jeans and a lighter shade of the same grayish shirt he had sported a week ago. This one matched the bright shine of his eyes in the evening light.

  “Perhaps I should erase your doubt once and for all.” Gabe stepped in front of me.

  “You know him?” Lin said.

  I cleared my throat, feeling a bit lightheaded. “This is a friend of mine, Gabriel Silver.”

  “Are you going to perform for us, Mr. Silver?” Lin licked her lips as her eager hands wrapped around Gabe’s bicep.

  Gabe unwrapped her clinging fingers and kissed her hand the way a gentleman would.

  She sat down on the plush seat, fanning her face.

  “You don’t mind if I steel Samantha for a moment, do you? The next round is on me.” He pointed to the table littered with shot glasses.

  “Not at all.” Reese gently prodded my ribcage. “Steel away.”

  Gabe offered his arm. With all the glares and drooling mouths around me, it seemed I had no choice but to take it and go with him.

  “I’m sorry, Reese. I’ll be back soon.”

  “Take your time.” Lin said loudly.

  A satisfied grin stretched across Gabe’s face. None of my friends could doubt Gabe’s true intention.

  The lack of air, or perhaps the alcohol, spun the room in my head. I welcomed the support of his arm.

  As we walked away, I heard Lin’s comment. “No fucking way.”

  The rest of the girls giggled and shouted. Somebody yelled, “Way to score, Sam.”

  My cheeks burned.

  “Did you follow me here?” I asked.

  “No, it’s pure coincidence. I’m updating the club’s surveillance.”

  “And you’re taking a break now?” I tried to figure out where we were going, and tingles returned to my lower half.

  “I’m my own boss, Samantha.”

  “This way, Mr. Silver.” A nearly naked maître d’ opened a door into a darkened room. Butterflies flapped inside my stomach. The decor had a similar feel to the VIP area the girls were screaming from, except for the four walls, and a closed door.

  “I’m being rude to my friends.” The slight tremble in my voice tickled my throat. Gabe spun me around and pinned me against the velvety wallpaper as he collided with my body.

  I inhaled sharply.

  He tightened his hands on my wrists and lifted them above my head, his mouth lingering delightfully close. The sounds from the outside faded. I could only hear his heavy breathing, and feel his chest rising up and down in slow motion.

  With my hands stretched above my head, my dress rose up my thighs, its fabric smooth against my skin. He leaned in, whispering, “I’m sure your friends will understand.”

  I’d already forgotten what I objected to. My legs trembled, and Gabe pressed his body harder to mine, his stiff arousal grinding against my tummy. His warmth enveloped me, soothing the shakes, melting all my jitters away.

  “As I recall, I need to prove the quality of my orgasms.”

  Gabe’s musky scent watered my mouth.

  “I...I just had an orgasm.”

  What was happening to me? Why was nothing else, except the burning desire inside me, important?

  “Shots don’t matter. Do you want to come, Samantha?” His lips vibrated against mine.

  I opened my mouth to speak, but then shut it.

  “Say it. Tell me you what you want.” His mouth skimmed my lips, hovering just enough to tickle them.

  “I want to come.”

  He restrained both my wrists with his left hand, still high above my head. His right palm curved lower and lower along my arm. The tips of our noses touched, but he denied me a kiss. Past my breasts, down my hip, Gabe glided his hand over my leg, then eased it under my dress. His smooth palm slid along my inner thigh, and my legs parted for him.

  The room spun. My lungs fought to get enough air into them.

  He moved my panties to the side and slid his finger to my moist opening, spreading the juices upward. “You’re so wet and ready, Samantha. Is this for me?”

  I nodded.

  “Say it.”

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nbsp; “It’s for you.”

  He yanked on the rim of my panties, tearing them off. He pocketed the piece of soaked fabric as if it were a trophy before his hand returned back between my legs.

  “I’ll buy you a new pair.”

  With my dress up over my hips, I’d never felt so exposed yet aroused. But Gabe’s finger lost me again as he drew it to the top of my folds and touched my clit. His big finger could extinguish my burning in seconds.

  “I like a shaved woman with a little nest I can play with.” He nuzzled his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply.

  His finger circled around the protruding nub. Outside, the girls cheered another new act.

  I tensed. “What if someone comes in?”

  “Then they’ll get a show. Relax, Sam. I’ve got you.” He flicked his finger in a precise motion and silenced my next moan with his delicious mouth.

  I pressed into his hand. The euphoria condensed, and Gabe deepened our kiss, depriving me of the air I needed to feed my speeding pulse. My yelp of pleasure echoed back through my throat and entire body until he broke our kiss. The exquisite pattern of his circling thumb set my hips in motion. Just a few more rubs, right there and I’d be done, but Gabe pulled away denying me release.

  “Don’t stop,” I said, smelling my arousal float around us. Sweat beaded on my chest.

  His hardened shaft poked at the side of my left hip as if bone to bone. “Perhaps you’d rather go get another shot?” he teased.

  I shook my head. “No, no. This is much better. I need to come. Please make me come.”

  His finger returned to my opening, and he slid it in easily, my wetness squishing at the entrance. With his thumb back on top he swirled it rhythmically as he stretched me inside. In and out, each push became more intense than the one before. It robbed me of any inhibition as I plunged forward onto his digit. I tightened my hands into fists, shutting my eyes, concentrating on the most sensitive part on my body as pleasure consumed me. All of my skin tensed, then released. Incredible sensations spread through me in pain and relief at the same time.

  “Oh God!” The bliss flowed like electricity. He flicked once more, reviving the rupture of delight, and again I shook. He slowly cupped my sex, letting my fierce orgasm reduce to gentle tickles of feathers.

  “No, just Gabe,” he whispered holding me under my arms, kissing the top of my head.

  My hand touched my lips in disbelief. I just allowed Gabe to stimulate me like no one had ever before. The way his fingers worked me while he restrained my arms in a divine and aggressive assault awakened my deepest needs. Casey had never bothered to touch me. Not like that. I had to suck him off first, and even after I was done, I had to force his hand toward my panties so he would play with me just a little. Gabe ensured I felt the pleasure of his fingers with their full potential.

  “Are you all right?” he asked, lifting my chin with his finger.

  “Yes.” I lowered my dress, still using his arm for support.

  Gabe kissed me on the tip of my nose. “I wanted to do that to you since the night I met you.”

  I exhaled. “You’re good with your hands, Mr. Silver.”

  “I like the way you say my name, Samantha.” He drew his finger along my lower lip, and I could smell my recent excitement.

  “Ditto.”

  “I wish I could stay so we could have more fun, but I have a flight to catch.”

  The release Gabe provided reminded me of what I’d always concentrated on when I made out with Casey—the other person.

  I leaned my head against the wall feeling the swell of tears in my eyes. This man ensured tonight was all about me. He could have fucked me and ravaged me, satisfying himself as well. Instead, he focused on my pleasure alone.

  “What’s the matter?” Gabe took me into his arms.

  I trembled. “Nothing,” I shook my head. How could I explain no man had ever put my needs before his own?

  “Did I do something wrong?” He narrowed his brow.

  “No, you did everything right. I just didn’t expect this tonight.”

  “And I was afraid, the way you look tonight, I would have to line up just to touch you.”

  He had no clue that my thoughts had only been about him this evening. Everything I saw, heard, and even smelled, reminded me of him. I would have one hell of a time explaining my disappearance to the girls, but then again, my flushed cheeks would provide enough of an explanation.

  “We’re still okay for dinner next weekend, right? No strings attached.”

  “Yes, I’m looking forward to it.”

  No strings attached I thought, although my body felt like it had tied itself permanently to Gabe.

  “Do you think you can remember my orgasm now?”

  I knew this memory would never fade.

  CHAPTER 7

  The week without Gabe crawled. He texted every day asking how I felt. How could I tell him every muscle in my body ached for his touch? I tried to lose myself in work, even staying late two nights in the row to help out. On Wednesday after lunch, Cindy knocked on my office door. “There’s a delivery here for you.”

  I perked up. I wasn’t expecting anything.

  “I don’t think it’s work related.” She grinned, placing a small silver box on my desk.

  Excitement roamed in my stomach.

  “There’s no name, and the delivery guy was dressed in a suit.” Cindy hovered over me waiting as if I was going to open the box right then.

  “Thank you, Cindy. Do you need anything else?” I let the box sit where she’d left it. My knees bounced under the desk as I tapped my fingers on the wood. The beautiful box didn’t need a name for me to know exactly who it was from.

  Resigned, my noisy receptionist finally left.

  I grabbed the box, shaking it gently beside my ear. Light swooshing sounded from within. My hands began to sweat as I untied the ribbon.

  Inside, a handwritten note rested on white tissue paper. I bit my lip. Even Gabe’s cursive writing exuded sex. I inhaled the paper’s natural scent, wishing it was Gabe’s skin, and then read the note.

  Samantha,

  I’m sorry for ruining your panties (not really). Perhaps you can think of a way I can make it up to you. For now, I’ve kissed every inch of the ones in this box. If you choose to wear them, please think of where my lips have been. Looking forward to our dinner (not a date) this Saturday.

  Gabriel Silver

  Did he get me panties? I removed the white tissue paper. Underneath laid the sexiest black lace panties I’d ever seen. I looked back to my office door to make sure it was locked, and then examined the undergarment closely. A black bow decorated the top with a small white gem in its center.

  A hint of Cupid’s scent escaped the cloth.

  He had really kissed them. Without hesitating, I pulled my skirt up and quickly exchanged the cotton panties I wore for Gabe’s gift. My bottom swooshed in the chair as I felt the soft lace hug my hips. I closed my eyes thinking about Gabe kissing them all over. The thought of his mouth caressing the contours of my flesh made me wet. I couldn’t wait to get home to see myself in the mirror and vowed to wear them this Saturday when I met him for dinner. In fact, I’d wash them every night just so I could wear them each day until Gabe returned.

  * * *

  By nine o'clock on Friday night, the crowd lined the street and curved around the corner from Kissed. I stood at the back, inspecting myself in a storefront glass window. The sheer top of my dress showed off my silk bra just a little, enough to catch a man’s eye, although I was only here because of Kendra’s continuous silence. She hadn’t responded to any of my messages since the opening, and it worried me. I followed the line forward three feet and stopped. I pushed up on my toes, but the front disappeared around the corner. At this rate, it would take over an hour to get in.

  My phone vibrated in my purse and my insides flip flopped.

  G.SILVER: You’re on the guest list. Please don’t stand in line.

  I whipped a
round, searching for my P.I., then quickly typed.

  SAM: How did you know? Where are you?

  His reply was instant.

  G.SILVER: It was an educated guess.

  SAM: Did you get your education at Hogwarts?

  G.SILVER: No, I’m a bit more practical. I like it when you wear dresses, Sam. They have such easy access. Too bad I’m not there.

  I narrowed my brow, turning around, then back and finally looked up at the surveillance camera above.

  SAM: Nice one, Magnum. It’s not fair you can see me, and I can’t see you.

  G.SILVER: It’s still just Gabe. I have one more meeting to go to. Make your way up to the front. And Sam, please try not to have any orgasms without me.

  G.SILVER: Are you asking me not to drink?

  I giggled looking up at the lens as if it was Gabe’s face. He made me feel alive and giddy like no one ever had before.

  G.SILVER: No, I’m asking you to stay clear of Kendra’s bedroom. I’d like to be the only one who makes you come. Got to go now.

  Gabe knew about my night with Kendra? I couldn’t breathe. How could she? And why? All color must have drained from my face as I pushed past the line to the front.

  Inside, the club pulsed with more life than it had two weeks ago. Lights flashed, and blasting music pounded my eardrums as I strolled toward the bar. Girls dressed in provocative outfits moved in waves to the beat. I began to smile and understand why Kendra hadn’t returned my calls.

  I sat at the bar in the same spot I had met Gabe.

  “What can I get you?” the bartender asked, smiling at me.

  His blue eyes reminded me of Gabe’s. There was something kind about his face, unlike the I’m so hot attitude of many bartenders. He seemed like an easy person to talk to.

  “Fuzzy navel.” I left a twenty on the bar.

  “It’s already paid for.” He pushed the money back.

  I wondered who’d been so kind and scanned the partiers to my right.

  “Thank you,” I answered. “Do you know by whom?”

  “It’s on the house.”

  Kendra?

  I turned back to the bar and sipped my fruity drink, lost in the music. The voluptuous blonde bartender worked the end of the bar tonight, lining up more than twenty Sambuca shots. Its anise scent drifted past me as a hint of a rose joined the aroma.