Stripped Love #3 (BBW Alpha Male Romance)

by Taylor, Alycia

  I realized of course that I was being petty. I didn’t know what kind of relationship Dimitri had any of these people. Were they friends, rivals, coworkers, barely acquaintances? Maybe the intimate level of our relationship was something he didn’t want to share with these people in a public restaurant. The important thing was we were together and having the most amazing time I had ever had. I didn’t want to ruin it with some ridiculous argument over being introduced as a friend instead of his girlfriend and decided to let the matter drop. I was glad I did, because a moment later, Dimitri took my hands in his across the table and said, “Want to get out of here? I could show you my place if you want to see it?”

  If that didn’t calm any reservations I had about how close our relationship was, nothing would. Smiling broadly, I said, “I’d love to see your place.”

  Dimitri paid the bill, leaving another generous tip and retrieved his car from the valet. The ride to his house was quite a long way down the winding roads of Hollywood. The car finally came to a stop in front of an elegant house built on the side of the mountain overlooking the ocean.

  “This is where you live?” I gawked and immediately regretted how stupid I must sound.

  Dimitri was gracious enough not to tease me about it as he opened the car door for me and gallantly offered me his hand. “Come inside and let me give you a tour.”

  “I’d love that,” I smiled. For reasons I couldn’t explain, I suddenly felt very shy and nervous. It was ridiculous considering all the sex we’d had earlier in the day, but somehow being invited into his home felt far more intimate. Dimitri was notorious for keeping his home-life private. He never talked about his family in interviews and no magazine reporter was ever allowed to take pictures of his home. Tabloids and celebrity gossip shows reported that whenever he had an affair with a starlet, she always had to invite him to her home, because he kept his exclusively private. It was the one aspect of his life he protected jealously, and I was being invited into that world. It made me feel even closer to him than before knowing that he trusted me in that way.

  As we walked into the foyer, I gave up all pretenses of not being impressed and gawked openly like a pathetic, gushing, rube.

  “Oh my God, Dimitri; it’s breathtaking!” I gasped and my hand flew up to cover my face. The floors were made of Italian marble, tall windows were designed to let in the morning light all the way up to the top of vaulted ceilings, and rare antiques stood atop intricately carved oak furnishings. And this was just the entry hall.

  “Thanks,” Dimitri laughed at my unabashed enthusiasm. “You know, there’s actually a lot more to the place. Follow me; I’ll give you the full tour.”

  “Shouldn’t I take my shoes off first?” I asked, grappling for the left heel as I tried to balance on my right.

  “No, it’s fine. I have a cleaning service that keeps the place spotless, but everyone knows I’m a slob. I couldn’t live in a place where I didn’t feel comfortable to track mud with my shoes or spill my drinks on the furniture.”

  “Oh, don’t even joke about that! I will shoot myself if I spill anything in here.” I gasped with sincere horror and Dimitri laughed that wonderful deep chuckle of his that I loved so much.

  “Now that would make a stain, so please don’t. Besides, I would miss you too much. Who else am I going to get to go fishing with me and listen to my stories about Pappy and the dumb shit I did as a kid?”

  “I bet you have women lined up, just dying to go out with you,” I said as I followed him into the sitting room.

  “Yeah, but not the kind the girls I like. You’re the only one I’ve really connected with, the only one who really understands me and likes the things I like. Do you think any of those dumb girls with their boob jobs and fake lives would spend the afternoon with me reeling in a tiger shark? Definitely not, but you Avery are incredible.”

  “No, this is incredible!” I gasped in awe as I stared at his sitting room, complete with fine leather and oak furnishings, a state-of-the-art entertainment center with smart house technology, an indoor waterfall, and rare art hanging on the walls. It was breathtaking in every way and I couldn’t help but hold my hands under the waterfall to make sure it was real.

  “My feng shui consultant says you have to have a water feature to bring forth the energy of prosperity, so I figured why not a waterfall.”

  Dimitri laughed at his own eccentricity. It was good to know that he didn’t take himself too seriously and part of what I’d come to love so much about him.

  As we continued our tour through the house, I found that each room was more amazing the last. His formal dining room was fit for a meal with the Queen, his bathrooms were like miniature art museums, and his playroom was equipped with a pool table, air hockey, video gaming systems, and a slide that led down to the outdoor pool in his backyard.

  Finally, we came to the bedrooms upstairs. He had room for many guests, with each room decorated in an individual style. One had a country theme with leather throw pillows, log-cabin style furnishings, and southwestern art. One was very English, with floral prints, lace doilies, and an antique washing basin and pitcher. Each was more beautiful and amazing than the last. When we came to the Master bedroom suite, I knew instantly it was his. The room was vast, and I knew that my entire apartment would probably fit inside it. The color scheme was very masculine, with deep blues the same shade as his eyes mixed with rich browns and tans. The king-sized bed was made of carved cherry wood, with matching dressers and end tables. A large bookshelf was filled with his awards and sentimental knick-knacks that I knew at once must have come from his parents and grandparents. A giant conch shell placed carefully on a cloth to protect its delicate edges from chipping could only have come from his beloved Pappy and I smiled when I saw it. Photographs of his parents lined one dresser, as well as pictures of him as a young boy.

  A home gym stood in one corner, but unlike most it was not covered with clothing or towels, but looked well worn and I knew he must use it every day.

  “So, what do you think?” Dimitri asked me, and his demeanor was strangely shy. I could tell my opinion of his special sanctuary meant a lot to him and I was touched.

  Taking his hand in my own I smiled gently and said, “I love it. It’s everything I thought it would be, and more. You have great taste.”

  “And you taste great,” Dimitri enjoyed a silly play on words and kissed me lovingly. His lips were tender and soft, but his mouth was hard and urgent. I surrendered myself to it and let him force my lips open with his own so our tongues collided and caressed. I could feel his hands encircling my waist. They slid down my body, around my hips, and grabbed my buttocks, squeezing me there sensuously. It caused me to lean into him, deepening our kiss, and I could feel his erection digging into my thigh.

  “You’re the first woman I’ve ever brought into my bedroom,” Dimitri confided in a quiet whisper, and I felt my heart pounded in my chest so hard I feared it might explode.

  His hands slipped under the hemline of my dress and up my thighs to my panties. He peeled them off my body slowly, kissing his way down my legs to my feet, where I stepped out of the delicate undies and left them on the ground. Then Dimitri lifted me up into his arms, carried me to his giant bed, and laid me down in the center.

  “Help me out of this dress,” I said, rolling over on the bed so he could access the zipper, but he shook his head.

  “You look so sexy in that dress, I’ve wanted to fuck you in it all night long.” Then he flipped me back over so I was lying on my back and gently folded up the skirt of the dress, revealing my naked folds. I spread my thighs wide and he buried his face there, making love to me with his practiced tongue. By now he knew just the way to touch me and he had me gasping and moaning in no time, clutching at the sheets and crying out his name as my orgasm overtook me. When my pleasure was at its height, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and flipped me over on my stomach, so my ass was hanging over the side and exposed vulnerably in the air. Then he plunged
into my quivering pussy from behind with a single thrust of his powerful cock.

  Fresh waves of intense pleasure coursed through me as he pounded into my pussy from behind, squeezing my ass with his strong hands as he did so. It caused me to orgasm a second time before my first one was even through, resulting in one continuous climax that lasted for an eternity. Delirious with pleasure, I could only grip the bed sheets and moan incomprehensibly with ecstasy.

  As I was finally coming to my senses, and the waves of my orgasm were slowly beginning to ebb; Dimitri climbed onto the bed and lay in the center of it, and pulled me up to join him. He was naked now, and brought me to straddle his waist where he was still sporting a huge erection. He said, “Fucking you from behind is great, but I can’t see your incredible tits. They looked so hot in this dress; it was all I could do to keep from lunging at them in the restaurant. Let me look at them now while I come in your pussy.”

  Gripping Dimitri’s strong shoulders for support, I lowered myself onto his raging cock, enveloping him with my wet folds. He closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure at the feel of it as I worked my kegel muscles and ground sensuously atop of him. While I fucked him with slow sensuality, I played with my tits through the fabric of my silk cocktail dress, pinching my nipples into hard nubs and massaging my huge breasts with my hands.

  “You like my tits?” I taunted playfully and removed them from the bodice of my dress slowly, first one and then other. As I fondled my bare breasts and moaned erotically, it became more than Dimitri could take and he lunged at them, taking them hungrily into his mouth and suckling them noisily. It knocked me back onto the bed on my back and I wrapped my thighs tightly around his waist, making sure he didn’t leave the folds of my pussy.

  “Fuck me, Dimitri. Fuck me hard!” I moaned and arched my hips up to meet him as he pounded into me with fierce passion, kissing my neck and fondling my tits as he groaned and cried out my name. His passion inflamed me and I came for the third time, my entire body contorting with intense pleasure as he exploded within me. The climax seemed to last for an unusually long time before our pulses began to slow and our breathing returned to normal. When we were done, it was clear that my dress was ruined. Come stains covered it everywhere, and even if they hadn’t, it was a wrinkled mess.

  “And I loved this dress so much,” I cried out. I was trying not to pout, but under the circumstances it was nearly impossible. Trying to make the best of the situation, I took his hand and smiled gratefully at him. “It was the nicest thing I had ever worn and I never didn’t even thank you properly for buying it for me. I’m sorry it’s ruined, but today has still been the best day of my life.”

  “Oh, I think it’s safe to say you thanked me properly for the dress,” Dimitri leered at me seductively, lightening the mood and making me laugh. “Don’t worry about the dress being ruined. I’ve got a dry-cleaning machine in the laundry room. We’ll fix that right up and you can wear it home without shame.”

  “Are you kidding? You actually have your own dry-cleaning machine?” I knew I must have looked like a silly schoolgirl again, but I couldn’t’ help it.

  “Take it easy. I can’t run my own dry-cleaning business for the neighborhood or anything, but I do have a small one for those rare emergencies like this one.” Dimitri chuckled. He handed me a fluffy bathrobe to wear and I followed him through the huge house to the laundry room with the soiled dress in my hands. Situated next to the upright washer/dryer combo set stood a small, personalized dry-cleaning machine. I watched as Dimitri splashed some stain remover from a bottle onto my dress, tossed it in the machine, pressed some buttons, and it whirled to life.

  “There you go. It takes about an hour to clean and an hour to dry, and then it’ll be good as new. You can put it back on and I’ll drive you home.”

  “Sounds perfect! Thank you so much!” I grinned, then shrugged and said, “So what are we going to do for the next two hours.”

  “How about a movie?” Dimitri suggested and I grinned widely. It was exactly what I’d been hoping to do ever since I saw his amazing entertainment center and massive wide screen HD television set that literally was bigger than the living room wall in my apartment. Watching a movie on his television here would be better than watching one in a movie theater.

  He handed me a giant binder and I quickly saw that it was a catalog of his movie collection, organized alphabetically and by genre. There were so many to choose from, I was overwhelmed.

  “You pick!” I said, thrusting the binder at him.

  “All right. I think I know just the thing.”

  Dimitri grinned at me mischievously and input the number from the catalog for the corresponding movie into a computer pad on his entertainment center. I heard machinery whirring inside as the selected Blue Ray disc was loaded into the player.

  “What did you pick?”

  I was suddenly dying of curiosity, but Dimitri shook his head and wagged his finger at me admonishingly.

  “No, no. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

  “Is there any popcorn with this movie?” I asked teasingly, but Dimitri surprised me by pulling out a bag of gourmet popcorn from a cupboard by the television. Giggling as I took a handful, I said, “What about soda?”

  “I’ve got something even better,” Dimitri grinned and opened a door to reveal a wine fridge. He selected a fine bottle of Pinot Grigio and poured two generous glasses. The commercials were just coming to an end and we snuggled together onto the large leather couch, his arms wrapping lovingly around me as I leaned back against his chest. The popcorn was nestled by my lap and our wine glasses were easily within reach on the coffee table.

  As the movie came onto the screen, I gasped with joy. It was one of my favorite films of all time. “I love this movie!” It was the movie Step Brothers which always made me laugh.

  “I had a feeling,” Dimitri tapped me on the tip of the nose playfully and I leaned back head and kissed him happily.

  “How could possibly know that about me when we’ve only been out on a couple of dates? I mean, they were fantastic, but we haven’t known each other than long and you’ve never asked me what my favorite movies were.”

  “I didn’t have to ask. I knew because it’s one of my favorite films too and so far you and I have been perfectly matched.”

  His finger’s intertwined with mine as we held hands and watched the film snuggled together. I never got to see my favorite scene, however, for we both drifted off to sleep long before the end of the movie. It was the kind of deep, restful sleep that only comes from being completely relaxed and at peace in the world, and I must have been.

  When I woke up, it was late morning and the sun was streaming through the windows of his entertainment room. Dimitri was still cuddled beside me on the huge and comfortable couch with his arm wrapped around my waist and his hand still covering mine. It felt really good to wake up that way; I felt protected, cherished, and no longer alone. There was only one thing ruining my perfect morning and that was my full bladder.

  Moving as carefully and quietly as I could, I wiggled my way out from under his arm and tip-toed out of the room in search of a bathroom. The huge house had so many, you would think it would be easy to find one, but in my urgent need the halls felt like a maze. When I finally found one, I sighed with relief and emptied my bladder before it could burst.

  The elegantly decorated bathroom had a large standing shower with a glass door and I wondered if Dimitri would mind if I used it. I figured after all the other things we had done together that it would be okay and turned on the water. Discarding my robe, or rather Dimitri’s robe, I climbed under the delightfully hot spray and luxuriated in the feel of it. His soaps smelled like flowers and I couldn’t help but sing as I lathered myself up and then used the portable showerhead to rinse myself clean. It was amazing how comfortable I felt in this house already, even after just one night, and I knew that it was a sign of how comfortable I was with the man who lived in it.

  I was stil
l humming happily to myself as I toweled dry, put back on the lush terrycloth robe, and began a treasure hunt through the vast house for my possessions. My shoes and panties were on the top floor of the house in the Master bedroom suite, and my dress was clean, dry, and wrinkle free in the dry-cleaning machine in the laundry room. Once I had them all back on, I continued my search for the final two possessions I had brought with me; my handbag and wrap. I realized they must be somewhere near the front entryway because that’s where I remembered having them last.

  Dimitri had chivalrously offered to take them from me when we first entered the house, and where they had ended up from there couldn’t have been far. I retraced my steps through the rooms of the house to the front door and began searching for a coat closet. I found it quickly and sighed with relief at the sight of my wrap and handbag. A buzzing sound coming from the bag alerted me that there unseen text messages on my cell phone and I clicked on them immediately.

  The first one was from Shawnee:

  “Hey girl, is his boat as big as his mast? LOL.”

  I rolled my eyes at her crass sense of humor and scrolled to the next one. It was also from Shawnee. I groaned with exasperation to discover they all were!

  “Hey girl, how is the date going?”

  “Let me see a picture of his yacht.”

  “Hello? Why aren’t you texting me back?”

  “The date must be going better than expected. It’s nearly midnight and you’re not home yet”.

  “Hey girl. Good morning. Let me know how lover boy movie star likes his eggs.”

  Then the final message included a link to a website. Shawnee’s message was in all caps, which was unusual for her. I guess she figured I already knew in my mind that she was always yelling, but in this instance she felt like her words needed the extra emphasis. All her text message said was:

  “SORRY GIRL. U BETTER C THIS!”