We danced for a bit longer in silence, simply holding each other until the violinist began to pack up. I gave the driver instructions to my place, no longer afraid for her to see where I lived, and we headed in that direction. When we pulled up to the curb, I leaned over and pressed my mouth to hers, inviting her inside with a kiss. She got out of the car and followed me inside, shutting the door behind her. I led her into my bedroom and she sat on the edge of the bed, looking around.
“I’m sorry it’s so small,” I said nervously. She was probably so unused to the lack of space, the inherent clutter of a small apartment.
“Come here,” Dominique breathed, pulled me against her. She brought her hand to the back of my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. “It’s fine. It’s perfect. You look good everywhere.”
I responded to her kiss in full, sucking on her lips, tasting her mouth with my tongue. She began to kiss my neck and I tilted my head to one side to give her better access to the soft skin there. She reached down and toyed with the hem of my dress, then pulled it up and paused her kisses to pull it above my head. Her hand reached around my body to unclasp my bra and when she pulled it off my nipples were stiff from the suddenness of the cool air. I was left only in my panties with her sitting in front of me, her lips parted, watching my face as she wrapped them around one of my nipples. She sucked on it gently, flicking it with her tongue, barely teasing it. She switched to the other one and did the same, feather soft licking, and then suddenly tightened her lips and applied pressure to the sensitive tip of my nipple. I bit my lip and watched her through my lashes, the v between my legs growing hotter by the second as she nibbled and licked. At the same time as she played with my breasts with her mouth she was pulling down my panties, pushing them down over my ass to the floor where I kicked them off and away from me. And then it was my turn and I had pushed her down against the bed and was unbuttoning the front of her dress. She had on no bra or panties and so was bare beneath me. I wanted to suck her sweet brown nipples, wanted to touch her all over, but she stopped me by sitting up and pulling me onto the bed with her, flipping us both over so that I was lying on my back beneath her.
“Me first,” she said, grinning, a devilish look in her eye. She kissed me again and then moved to my neck, nipping at the skin there, then my shoulders and my breasts. She teased my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers as she finished her descent down my body and spread my legs so that my folds were clearly visible to her. She put her mouth on my sex and dipped her tongue inside me, gathering moisture to spread up and over my entire mound with the flat of her tongue. The feeling of her mouth there, of her warmth breath against my skin made me moan aloud. She parted my folds with her fingers and spread me wide open so that she could see everything, including the sensitive pearl that was throbbing between my legs. Her tongue lapped at it, two or three strokes, before moving lower again to tease my opening. I knew I was soaking wet for her and could tell that she loved it. She ate me hungrily, sucked my bud between her lips, held my legs down when they started to shake. When she slipped two of her long, slim fingers inside of me and began to pump them in and out while she taunted my bud with her tongue, I felt my whole body tense up with pleasure. I was moaning loudly, my hands in her silky hair, and my hips were bucking against her face, humping upward to get closer to her mouth. She moaned, her mouth vibrating against my sex, as I came on her fingers, my channel clenching and squeezing them tight.
She lapped tenderly at my opening as my body calmed down and then climbed back over me, taking my mouth in a kiss that tasted of my sex. The taste—warm and sweet—was so erotic it made my body respond even though I’d just come. I kissed her back, my tongue eager for more of my own essence, and she began to rub against me, her mound on my thigh. I wanted to lick her as she had done me but instead she parted my legs with her knee and settled between them. I reached my head up to take one of her small breasts in my mouth and played with the nipple with my tongue, then switched to the other one as she moaned and positioned her hips over mine. The silky wet skin of her lower lips slipped against mine as she began to grind her hips back and forth against me. When she moved, our folds rubbed together, our buds grinding up against each other. Our soaking wet mounds slipped back and forth as we moaned. I lifted my hips in time with hers, my hands grabbing onto her ass to pull her as close to me as possible. I held her close as we rubbed ourselves against each other and I felt a gush of moisture over my own folds as she came with a whimper, continuing to grind against me until I could follow her.
But we weren’t done yet. I hadn’t gotten to taste her, and it had been one of the first things on my mind since I’d seen her on my table at work. Once she’d caught her breath, I turned her over so that she was beneath me and started touching her folds with my fingers as I spent as much time on her breasts as I wanted to. I sucked the nipples, bit into them, rolled them between my lips while stroking her bud with my fingertip. I could have made her come by that alone, I could tell; she was so responsive, so eager. Instead, my mouth met hers for one more kiss before I found myself with my face between her legs, staring at her glistening wet mound, at the precious folds that were pink and swollen and ready for my mouth. I planted a hot, open-mouthed kiss over it and then slipped my tongue inside, up and down her slit. The taste of her was so raw, so feminine and sweet that it made my mouth water for more. I traced her opening with a small circular flick of my tongue and then dipped inside, curling upward, scooping out a mouthful of the delicious juices she was making. I spread them over her bud, making her moan softly and spread her legs further for me. I repeated my motion again and again while stroking her thighs with my hands. I lapped at her bud, flicked it with the tip of my tongue, teased it relentlessly until her hips were begging my face to keep going. I paid plenty of attention to the rest of her folds, too, toying with her, tasting every bit of her that I could get. I aimed a finger inside of her and slipped it in, pushing it in and out of her. I added a finger and could feel her tight channel stretching around me. I raised my face to watch hers as she writhed underneath me. She met my eye and bit her lip, silently pleading with me to finish what I’d started, to make her come in my mouth. I did just that, latching onto her bud again while I fingered her, licking it in firm strokes through her pleasure.
We were cuddled up together afterward, kissing every so often, mostly quiet as we lay there. She was stroking my arm with her fingertips and looking at the ceiling. I wondered what she was thinking.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked her, leaning up to kiss her jaw.
“You,” she said, looking into my eyes. “You’re perfect.”
I blushed and kissed her. We fell asleep a few minutes later, our bodies pressed together.
Chapter 4: Dominique
I woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast wafting through the house. Naked, I rolled out of bed and slipped into my dress from the night before, buttoning it up quickly before leaving the room. I saw Sandra in the kitchen facing the stove and wearing only a t-shirt and panties. I wanted to peel them off of her, push her up against the counter and eat her pretty flower until she came again. Instead, I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing the back of her neck. She snuggled back against me and let me hold her there for a moment, then told me to sit down while she finished making breakfast.
“How are you this morning?” she asked me. I was still groggy from sleep but the sight of her kept me awake and bright-eyed. I would have never slept again had it meant I would keep looking at her soft smile and green eyes.
“Beautiful,” I said, watching her as she brought everything to the table. I was suddenly very hungry, having been so vigorous with her the night before. I wanted more of that and was suddenly wishing that I had woken up first. If I had, I would have had her for breakfast before she even got out of bed.
She smiled at me and kissed my forehead. “You are that.”
My phone rang as I was prepared to eat. I wouldn’t have a
nswered it if I hadn’t been expecting an important and dangerous phone call. When I saw the number on the screen, my face went gray. I knew what this was about. It was the lawyers, the ones who were going to deliver the bad news about my business. Not many people knew, but my company was downsizing. I was constantly under the threat that I would lose my position, and now it looked like I had.
“I have to go,” I said, standing up. Sandra studied my face, her lips turning down in a frown of concern.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing.” I kissed her.
On the way out the door, she called to me.
“When will I see you again?” she asked, her voice full of hope.
“Soon,” I told her, though I didn’t know the answer to that. My whole life had changed in one phone call and I wasn’t sure about anything in that moment.
I got into the car that was waiting for me and instructed the driver to take me to my office. I was nervous the whole way there, my gut heavy and hot. Inside, I went upstairs to find my boss and his lawyer in my office. I sighed, shut the door and sat down. I knew what this was about. I didn’t pay much attention to the words being said; I didn’t really need to. When it was over, they left, and I did a quick job of gathering up my things in the office before leaving.
I was tempted to go back to Sandra, to see if she was still home, but part of me grew bitter at the thought. This had all begun when I was powerful, when I had an unlimited amount of money to lavish her with romantic gestures. I didn’t know what she would think of me now that I had lost everything. I wouldn’t be able to give her the treatment she had grown accustomed to from me and in turn she would lose interest. It had happened over and over; I dated women only to find them gone when they realized they wouldn’t get access to the money. I hadn’t known Sandra for that long and wasn’t sure I could trust her to stay; I was prone to thinking the worst of people who got close to me because of my past.
I sighed. Instead of going to see Sandra at her work, I went home.
Chapter 5: Sandra
I was puzzled by the way Dominique had left suddenly and with no explanation this morning, but decided to try not to think about it. I tried not to think about her, period, but the image of her face, of those red lips, stuck with me on the drive to my work and filled my mind with pleasure.
The first thing Jamie did when I got inside was sit me down and stand in front of me, all excitement.
“How was it?”
“It was perfect,” I said dreamily. And it really had been. “Magical. It was the best date I’ve ever had.”
“Really?” she asked. “Did she sweep you off your feet? That limo thing was nice, I’ll give her that.”
“She took me to the Bay,” I said. “Gave me flowers. We danced. She’s an amazing kisser.”
Jamie looked happy for me but also a little concerned.
“So what’s wrong? You look a little down.”
She sat down next to me and I turned in my chair to her. “Well, she left really abruptly this morning. She barely had time to say goodbye. I had cooked her breakfast and I was just worried I’d done something wrong, or misread her the night before, or—“
Jamie put her hand up to silence me.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, girl,” my friend said, patting my hand. “You just gotta get used to it. You’re on the arm of a powerful woman now. She’s got to get shit done.”
“I guess,” I said, looking down at my hands. Then I looked back up at Jamie and smiled.
“She spent the night last night,” I told her, and she laughed.
“I bet she did. Was it good?”
I nodded, blushing a bit as I recalled the night before, particularly the feeling of her wet, swollen mound against mine. That had been my favorite part, the most intimate, and I couldn’t wait to do it again with her the next time I saw her. I knew there would be a next time. I felt better after Jamie’s reassurance and more sure than ever of the fact that Dominique had enjoyed herself just as much as I had last night. This morning, too, she’d kissed me so sweetly, so I knew that she wasn’t regretting what had happened.
I went about the day with back-to-back clients. Jamie was busy too—we didn’t have much time to talk anymore as the day went on. Finally, at about three o’clock, we both found a break in our schedules and were hanging out in the staff room area together when Jamie exclaimed my name.
“What?” I asked, annoyed. I had been reading.
“Come look at this,” she said, reaching across the table to hand me her tablet. I was shocked when I read it. It was about Dominique. Her company was downsizing and it said in the article that her position was one of the first to be cut. I looked up at Jamie and realized this must be why she had left so abruptly this morning; she must have gotten word about her job loss and left to take care of it. She probably hadn’t wanted to tell me and ruin our morning together.
I reached for my phone and dialed Dominique’s number, but the call went straight to voicemail. I hung up without leaving one, instead texting for her to call me later. I spent the rest of the day fidgeting, checking my phone every hour or so to see if she’d texted or called back. The longer there was no word from her, the more anxious I got. Who knew if she was handling the news well, if she was okay at all. She seemed like a pretty strong woman but something so life-changing would surely affect her in some way. I called again when I got off work and did leave her a voicemail, telling her I’d like her to come over whenever she could. There was no answer, and by the next morning I decided to go find her.
I didn’t know where she lived. I had never been to her house here, so I didn’t even know what area of town she lived in. All I knew about was that she had a house in the Bay that we’d stopped at on the way home last night. I drove there later in the evening, listening blurrily to the radio, thinking about what to say when and if I saw her. All I could do was offer her my comfort. I hoped it was enough.
She answered the door to her house and looked at me with dull eyes.
“What are you doing here?”
I was taken aback by her flat tone, by the look in her eyes that told me I wasn’t welcome. All I had seen from her so far was warmth and invitation, so her being closed-off threw me completely off my feet and made my chest ache.
“I came to see you, to see if there’s something I can do,” I told her. Her gaze was colder than anything I could have imagined and I almost winced with under her stare.
“You should have stayed away,” she said firmly. “I would have called you if I’d have wanted to.”
I felt stricken by her words. As if she wasn’t interested at all, as if she’d used me. I wouldn’t be as angry as if it had been the truth but we both knew it was wrong. There had been magic between us that we both felt.
“Come here,” I said, putting my hand to her cheek. She lingered for a moment, looking in my eyes before her face turned stony again and she turned her face away. “You’ll get back on your feet, Dominique. I know you will.”
There was fire in her eyes now when she said, “I bet you’re counting on that.”
“What does that mean?” I asked her, narrowing my eyes at her. She put her hands on her hips and glared at me back, her face hostile now.
“I assume you want more of the princess treatment?”
I shook my head. “That’s not what it’s about.”
She sneered at me. “I’m sure it’s not. You broke all of your rules in search of the ‘high-life.’ And I doubt you’ll stick around now.”
I lost my temper and closed my eyes for a moment, then flashed them at her.
“I did like the flowers and the music,” I told her. “But I liked you more.”
Her eyes softened, her rage seeming to subside for a moment as she considered my statement, but then she smirked and said, “I guess you made another bad call.”
Those words felt like a slap. Blinded by tears, I turned from her, went back to my car and got inside. She had already shut
the door by the time I looked back at her. I wiped the tears from my eyes and drove away, drove back to my apartment in a fog of numbness. I hadn’t been hurt like this in a long time. I couldn’t believe that’s what she thought of me, that she assumed I was the kind of woman who would be interested in her for her money. I hadn’t asked her for the flowers, nor the date, and though I had appreciated them deeply I hadn’t done anything to deserve her accusations. Trying desperately to push her out of my head, I did everything from reading to watching TV to distract myself. I would have done anything to stop feeling the pain I was feeling at her rejection. The sting of it was overwhelming.
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