When he finally came to the folds of my sex, I gasped and moaned aloud at the miraculous talent of his tongue.
“I’m coming!” I cried out as I felt the powerful waves of an orgasm pulsing through my body and radiating through my every nerve ending.
“I love watching you come,” Dimitri breathed as he drew out my pleasure with his fingers while his gaze soaked me in. “Come for me, baby.”
The orgasm seemed to last for an eternity and I felt delirious with pleasure by the time its waves started to ebb. He had such magically fingers and lips, but I knew that I did too and wanted to return the favor. Smiling playfully, I said, “My turn.”
Dimitri leaned back against the mattress with a cocky grin and I suddenly had an idea for how to shake things up. Wagging my finger at him admonishingly, I said, “Not so fast; first take off all your clothes.”
Obediently, Dimitri performed a quick striptease for me, peeling away his clothes one by one while gyrating his body provocatively. When he was done, he plopped himself back on the mattress with a superior nod, saying, “There you go; nothing to it!”
Laughing at his ego playfully, I shook my finger again and said, “Wait; now you need to use your shorts to cover your eyes.”
Dimitri frowned in confusion, but ultimately did as instructed, lying on the bed with his shorts folded neatly like a thick blindfold and placed carefully over his eyes so he couldn’t see.
“Now no peeking no matter what happens,” I said tauntingly. Dimitri started to remove the blindfold in a playful act of defiance, but I stopped him short when I said, “You did say you’d be my slave, so do as I command.”
“Yes Mistress,” Dimitri replied and I felt a thrill of sexual excitement rush through me.
Straddling his face on the narrow bed, I brought my lips to his hard cock and took my time pleasuring him there with kisses of lips, licks of my tongue, and nips of my teeth. With the makeshift blindfold covering his eyes, Dimitri never knew how or where I was going to pleasure his cock next, and it only heightened his sensitivity and feeling of pleasure.
Suddenly without warning, I took his whole cock deeply into my throat all the way to base and sucked him there hard, while working my mouth feverishly.
“Oh, God; that feels so good!” Dimitri moaned aloud, clutching at the mattress and arching his back wildly at the intensity of his pleasure.
Just as suddenly as I had taken him into my mouth, I removed him from my lips, and I could feel his muscles searching for me. “Now it’s your turn to pleasure me, slave,” I said erotically. “My wet pussy is right in front of you. Find it and lick it. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you come inside me.”
“Yes Mistress,” Dimitri said, obviously enjoying the game I had invented for us. Holding the blindfold to his eyes, he lifted his head and began searching for me with his mouth. He found me quickly and began lapping at my labia and clitoris with his expert tongue.
“Slower,” I commanded and when he obeyed, I rewarded him with a quick thrust of his cock in my mouth.
“Now faster. Now slower. Now suckle my clit. Now just lick it. Harder. Good boy,” I commanded Dimitri exactly where, when, and how to pleasure my pussy, rewarding him by sucking his cock with my mouth when he did it right and punishing him with painful nips of my teeth when he didn’t. I had never played this kind of kinky sex game before, and the taboo nature of it was far more erotic than I ever would have expected. My entire body was tingling with sexual excitement and every touch of his lips upon my skin and every command I gave him made jolts of ecstasy bolt through my body. I thought I could orgasm again just from playing the game, but I wanted to feel his cock inside me.
Removing the blindfold from his eyes, I straddled Dimitri’s waist while still facing towards his feet and commanded him to fuck me. Dimitri eagerly obeyed, thrusting his throbbing cock deep into my eager pussy with one movement that made me cry out in pleasure.
“Fuck me slave, make me come!” I moaned, thrusting back to meet him as he pounded powerfully within me. We both orgasmed quickly, climaxing together as one before collapsing onto the narrow bed side by side, gasping for breath and smiling, but to my surprise that wasn’t the end.
“That was incredible. No one has made sex so exciting, thrilling, and powerful,” Dimitri sighed, and the look in his eyes was a mixture of satisfaction, desire, gratitude and adoration. Kissing me passionately on the lips, he smiled lovingly and whispered, “Please Mistress, this slave cannot get enough of your exquisite body. May I please fuck you again?”
I looked and saw that he was already becoming hard again, and I placed my hand on his cock and rubbed him there until he was fully erect. Lying back against the bed with a queenly air, I smiled and said, “Yes, you may.”
Dimitri made love to me with a newfound devotion and passion beyond anything we had experienced together before. I lost count of the amount of times he made me orgasm before he plunged his cock into me for the second time and pounded powerfully into me with my legs bent high towards my shoulders. When he came inside me, I could feel the power of his emotions and knew that it had been an otherworldly experience for him too. Whatever this kinky little game was, we were definitely going to have to play it again sometime. It had brought us both to a new level of sensuality. Feeling completely and utterly satisfied in every way possible, I drifted off to sleep and dreamed of Dimitri asking me to marry him. Even in my dreams, I knew that what we’d just shared together was something special and that it meant more than just sex; we were meant to be together forever. I just hoped Dimitri felt it too.
Chapter Three
I woke up several hours later to the sounds of the boat’s motor coming to life, and discovered that I was alone in the bed. I was covered with a bed sheet and still naked underneath. Smiling with the memory of the incredible day I’d had so far, I dressed quickly in my clothes and headed upstairs to find Dimitri at the helm, steering the yacht back towards the bay. It was getting to be late afternoon and it was time to go before we both got too sunburnt or tired.
“There you are, sleeping beauty. Did you have a good rest?” Dimitri welcomed me on deck with a dazzling smile.
“Yes. I feel completely refreshed,” I smiled back happily. I think it was safe to say that my day of sailing with Dimitri was easily the best day of my life so far. He looked happy and relaxed too and I wrapped my arms around his chest from behind and rested my head on his shoulder.
“You’d better take a seat; things can get kind of bumpy when it comes time to dock.” His concern for my safety made my heart melt, but he needn’t have worried. It was obvious he was an experienced sailor and he docked the boat with smooth grace.
“Want me to pack up the picnic leftovers?” I asked, wanting to be helpful in some way, but Dimitri shook his head.
“Don’t worry about it. I have a crew that will come in as soon as we leave to clean everything up and keep the boat maintained.”
“Wow, must be nice,” I teased light-heartedly. Dimitri took me by the hand and helped me climb off the boat. It felt strange to be on the level, unchanging ground of the dock and it took me a moment to regain my equilibrium.
“I’ve got you,” Dimitri wrapped his arm around my waist to steady me after I nearly fell flat on my face, and I noted how good it felt to have him holding me. We walked casually along the dock back to his car, and Dimitri said with a smile, “Okay, I believe you caught the biggest fish of the day, so you get to pick the destination for dinner.”
As excited as I was at the prospect, I suddenly felt way out of my league. I didn’t know what restaurant to pick that would be appropriate and I didn’t want to look like a fool. Blushing, I waved my hand and said, “Technically a tiger shark isn’t a fish; so I believe the prize goes to you. You pick the restaurant.”
“Okay, I will.”
We had reached his car and suddenly I saw my reflection in the gleaming paint. Grabbing onto his side view mirror I gasped in horror at my windblown and bedraggled braids,
sea-salt speckled skin, and rumpled clothes. On top of it all, I was certain I smelled like shark and ocean water. Grimacing, I said, “Just promise me it will be some place without a dress code.”
“Don’t worry; I’ll take care of that too,” Dimitri said with a mischievous grin and I immediately wondered what he was up to. A short drive up the freeway later, he pulled the car in front of an elegant high-end spa that I knew was very exclusive about the clientele it accepted. Dimitri’s eyes twinkled merrily as he opened my car door for me and said, “I’ve already made you an appointment with Shari. She’ll have you fresh and ready in time for our eight o’clock dinner reservation at Vivica’s.”
“Vivica’s!”
I couldn’t believe he was taking me to such an expensive and popular restaurant. All the Hollywood elite were known to dine there and it had been my lifelong fantasy that when I got my first break I would go there for dinner to celebrate. It looked like tonight all my dreams were coming true; I had a paid acting job in a national commercial, I’d made love for hours with Dimitri Morrison on his private yacht, and now I was being pampered like a princess for a dinner at the best restaurant in the city.
“Are you lost?” The receptionist inside Shari’s Spa and Salon was staring at me, with a snotty glare plastered across her face. She had bright purple hair done in an elaborate style of curls and loops, and her makeup was just as bright and bold.
“My name is Avery Phillips; I have an appointment with Shari,” I managed to stammer, having trouble remembering my own name for a moment. It took all my courage not to run right out the door looking for Dimitri, but I was glad I hadn’t.
The moment I said my name, the receptionist’s crappy attitude instantly changed.
“Miss Phillips, welcome! Miss Shari has been waiting for you. Please let me show you back. Can I offer you anything to drink? Pellegrino, Espresso, Champagne?”
“No thank you,” I said, feeling flushed but better. She led me into the spa where everyone treated me like royalty. I soaked in a bath of rose-scented water and then was given a special skin cleansing treatment specifically created for my skin tone and needs. Afterwards, I sat in a chair wrapped in the fluffiest, softest robe I’d ever felt while a pair of attendants gave me a manicure, two more gave me a pedicure, and Shari herself cut and styled my hair.
“Now, I understand you are going out to dinner tonight; may we do your makeup for you Miss Phillips?” Shari asked. She was a kind-faced woman with the most luscious ebony hair I had ever seen and flawless makeup that made her look eternally young. I would have loved to accept her offer, but I knew there was no way I could afford the price, or even the tip for that matter. I was about to shake my head no when Shari said, “Mr. Morrison has included the service in his prepayment and it would be a shame to waste his money, since all payments are non-refundable.”
“In that case, sure,” I said, smiling. I leaned back with my eyes closed as my makeup was professionally applied by a team of beauty experts, thinking that this is what it felt like to have finally made it.
“Are you ready to see yourself, Miss Phillips?” Shari asked. I took a deep breath for courage and nodded my head. Shari turned the salon chair slowly around and I gasped. She had transformed me into a movie star: elegantly beautiful with classic style and grace.
“Is that really me?” I breathed, delicately bringing my hand to my smoky eyes but too afraid to smudge them to actually touch my face.
“Of course it is; all we did was enhance your own natural beauty and highlight your best characteristics. Your eyes are amazing and should always be the star of the show. They’re more gold than hazel, with flecks of emerald green that really make them dazzle. And your cheek bones; oh my lord I would give my plastic surgeon a fortune if he could give me your cheek bones and jaw line. You were gifted with the natural bone structure many actresses in Hollywood would kill for. Hang onto your natural beauty my dear and never do anything to change it. Plastic surgery or crash diets are not for someone as inherently glamorous as you; just let me teach you the tricks to highlight the gifts that are naturally yours and you will turn heads every time you enter a room.”
I watched in awe as Shari showed me the simple techniques her team had used to play up my eyes, accent my cheek bones, and compliment my lips. It was surprisingly easy and I locked them into my memory with a grateful nod.
“I wish I could give you an adequate tip to say thank you for all that you did for me,” I blushed, digging through my purse and wishing I could find a hidden hundred dollar bill I didn’t know I had.
“Don’t worry about it darling; Mr. Phillips covered everything, including the tip.” She beckoned for one of her attendants, and a woman came forward carrying a large garment bag. Shari handed it to me with a smile and said, “Mr. Phillips instructed me to give this to you at the end of your spa treatment. He said he will pick you up for dinner at precisely 7:30. That’s in just fifteen minutes, but don’t worry; we will help you put it on in time.”
My freshly waxed, washed, soaked, lotioned, and pampered skin felt wondrously soft, but the silk cocktail dress felt even softer. Dimitri had guessed my size perfectly, and the gorgeous black gown fit the curves of my body like it had been tailored just for me. The plunging sweetheart bodice was low enough to be alluring and sexy without appearing cheap or slutty. The hemline was six inches above my knee, but a simple slit along the left thigh made if far more provocative. Elegant beading in a floral pattern gave the dress a distinct look. Dimitri and even remembered to include black stiletto heels and a faux fur wrap. I was relieved that the small black handbag I had brought with me for the day matched the outfit perfectly.
As I looked at the image I presented in the mirror of Shari’s dressing room, I had never felt more glamorous or feminine. For the first time in my life I felt as beautiful as Dimitri was always telling me that I was.
“He’s here!” Shari called to me and I stepped out of the dressing room to general praise from everyone. “Wait! You need one last touch!”
Shari reached into the display counter at the front of her salon and plucked out several pieces of custom-made jewelry that she sold there. She took a dazzling necklace comprised of colorful rhinestones shaped like flowers and clasped it around my neck. She placed a matching bracelet on my left hand. Then she smiled and said, “Perfection. Have fun; your coach awaits.”
I tried to act cool and sophisticated as I walked out to the car where Dimitri stood waiting for me, holding open the door of his Ferrari; I’m sure was smiling like a kid fresh from the candy store. The look on Dimitri’s face told me that my new look exceeded even his expectations, and lifted my spirits even higher.
He’d taken the time to freshen up and change too, looking debonair and sexy in a black Armani suit with a bold blue tie that brought out his eyes. I didn’t think it was possible for him to look any hotter, but this suit proved me wrong. Or perhaps it was the shouldering way he kept looking at me that chills of sexual desire pulsing through my body like an electrical current.
We drove the short distance to the restaurant and Dimitri handed his car keys over to the valet, along with a handsome tip. As he escorted me inside the decadent restaurant, I squeezed his arm and whispered in his ear, “Thank you for everything. Today really has been the best day of my life.”
“It’s not over yet,” Dimitri grinned and I wondered what more he could possibly have in store for me. The maitre’d seated us at a table romantically set for two, and Dimitri ordered a bottle of Merlot.
“I’ve never eaten here, but I’ve always wanted to,” I said, unable to contain my girlish glee as I opened the menu. All of the dishes were in French and there were no prices next to any of them, which told me right away they were all outlandishly expensive. I tried to cover my discomfort by saying, “I don’t know what I should have. Everything sounds so delicious.”
“May I order for you?” Dimitri asked as the waiter came around and I nodded my consent, hoping I wouldn’t wind up wit
h a plate full of snails or octopus tentacles. I needn’t have worried; the veal the waiter brought me was unbelievably tender and delicious. The sauces were creamy and rich, and the crème brulee for desert was rich and decadent.
“It’s a good thing we had such a workout earlier to burn off these calories,” I joked and Dimitri arched his eyebrow at me lewdly.
“I liked our workout.”
Blushing furiously, I covered my face and said, “I meant the fishing!”
“I did too,” Dimitri grinned, but we both knew he had meant something else.
Just then a large party walked into the restaurant and one of them stopped and shook Dimitri’s hand, calling out, “How are you doing? I haven’t seen you around here lately.”
“I’m great. Busy on a new picture,” Dimitri said congenially. Then he turned his hand toward me and said, “I’d like you to meet my good friend Avery Phillips. She’s an actress you’re sure to see good things from in the near future.”
“Wonderful to meet you,” The man said, and as I took his hand I realized he was the star of one of my favorite suspense franchises. He turned to the woman standing at his side and introduced her to me, and then the rest of his group each in turn. We all bantered for a moment, and I couldn’t help but notice that Dimitri had introduced me as his friend to all of them, and not something more. I would think after the day we had together bonding, sharing intimate stories of our lives, and of course those incredible hours making love on the yacht, that I would be introduced as his girlfriend. I mean surely a man didn’t spend the entire day with a woman who was just a friend, let alone the tens of thousands of dollars it must have cost him to send me to the spa and purchase me that dress.
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