by Marian Tee
“Great. I wasn’t about to keep that promise anyway.” He suddenly took her hand across the table and brought it to his lips. “Never lie to me, hmm, Misty? Even if it’s out of embarrassment. I despise dishonesty.”
She nodded, trembling still at the touch of his lips against her skin. She wanted to tell him that he shouldn’t lie to her, too, but under the circumstances, she didn’t really have the right, did she? Glancing at Domenico and seeing the brooding look on his face, she said haltingly, “What about you?”
Domenico was startled. “What about me?”
“You didn’t get to--” She blushed.
Mesmerized at the play of emotions on her face, he drawled out, “Is that an offer to make me come, darling?”
Swallowing, she nodded.
He smiled, knowing she was probably mentally squirming by now. “Relax, Misty. I don’t ever want you to think that you have to return the favor every time I give you an orgasm. I like doing it for you,” he said simply.
Misty’s gaze was earnest when it sought his, making him suck his breath in as she said shakily, “I want to pleasure you.”
His cock immediately rose to attention. “What,” he said slowly, “do you have in mind?”
Misty gulped at the hunger in his eyes, and his challenging tone made her wonder if she was truly ready for what she was about to do. Taking a deep breath, she said, “I want to take you in my mouth.” She closed her eyes the moment she said it, feeling her cheeks heat up.
“Are you sure you want to?”
Her eyes flew open at the mocking doubt in Domenico’s tone. Even though she knew he was only teasing her, she felt defensive. Lifting her chin, Misty said, “Yes.”
“Then come here and kneel before me.”
Here I go, Misty thought, and her panties immediately became wet at the thought of what was about to happen. The thought of making him come in her mouth, of being able to make someone like Domenico Moretti lose control, was enough for her heart to beat madly and her breasts to throb in exquisite pain.
She got up from her seat and knelt between his knees as he turned his chair away from the table.
Seeing Misty in a subservient position brought out something fierce and primitive from inside him, and Domenico’s cock swelled even more. “Unzip my pants and take my cock out,” he said, lust causing his voice to thicken.
With none too steady hands, Misty carefully lowered his zipper, pushing the black briefs to the side so his cock could spring free. Even though it was her second time to see it, the sheer length and girth of his manhood still made her gasp.
Domenico almost smiled. He would have if he did not have the most painful hard-on he had ever had in his life. He had never been this excited for a blowjob. “Do you think you can take all of me?”
She nodded.
“Start by holding me first, stroke me up and down like that.” He grunted when her fingers found him and she did as he asked, quickly finding a rhythm that had him clutching the armrests.
“Slowly take me in your mouth…ah.” Domenico’s fingers clamped down on the armrests even tighter. He knew he was close to breaking the chair. The warmth of Misty’s mouth surrounding his cock was a pleasure like no other.
Misty did her best to take as much of Domenico’s cock in her mouth as she could, but she could only manage a few inches before she felt her gag reflex kicking in.
“Relax your throat,” Domenico gritted out. “Take it slowly.”
Focusing on his words, Misty tried again, this time concentrating on the strangely addictive taste of Domenico’s cock as she sucked. The words worked like magic, her mouth and throat relaxing in a way that let her take practically all of his cock in her mouth.
Domenico’s head rolled back. “Yes. Like that.” He groaned as her teeth grazed the sensitive tip of his cock.
Hearing Domenico’s sounds of pleasure made Misty wetter, and she instinctively tried to move faster, one hand holding the base of his cock more confidently while her other hand caressed the balls underneath.
Domenico’s fingers gripped her hair, using it to guide her movements. He tried to keep from thrusting too hard in her mouth but as he came closer and closer to reaching an orgasm, it became near impossible to control his movements.
“Pull out now if you don’t want me to come in your mouth,” he rasped, letting go of her hair as he focused on keeping himself from ejaculating.
In response, Misty, without releasing his cock from her mouth, took his hands again and put it back on her hair.
Domenico lost all control after that. Gripping her hair hard, he thrust his cock into her mouth and exploded, his body shuddering at the force of his release.
Misty did her best to swallow it all, but there was just too much, and some of the salty white liquid dribbled out of her mouth. She slowly let go, blushing when it came out of her mouth with a loud pop. For a moment, she could only stare at him wide-eyed, unable to believe what she had done – and how much pleasure she had derived simply from giving him head.
Domenico opened his eyes and caught sight of the look of stunned realization on Misty’s lovely face. Taking the napkin from the table, he gently wiped her lips clean, finding it hard to believe that it was her first time to suck cock.
“Are you really sure you didn’t take lessons before this?” he teased as he slowly pulled Misty up.
Her nose wrinkled as she admitted a bit wryly, “You were my first French kiss, Domenico.”
He cupped her chin possessively at that and took her lips in a kiss, loving how she tasted like him when his tongue swept in. “I will also be your last.”
When he let go of her, Domenico saw Misty’s surprised gaze stray down to his still erect cock. “Shouldn’t it be, umm, resting by now?”
He shook his head. “Lyccans have more stamina than men.” He paused.
She raised a brow.
“And I have more stamina than most Lyccans.” He waited and was not disappointed when she blushed.
He grinned.
After insisting on helping Domenico fix his clothes, Misty let Domenico pull her into his lap and feed her. They talked about her family and more of his work at the Lyccan Council, Misty sobering a bit when she learned about the recent killings.
“Do you have any suspicion about who could be behind those murders?”
He nodded. “They’re not worth discussing since they are merely suspicions.”
When they finished their meal, two of the restaurant’s female servers bustled in, one taking care of the dishes while the other handing him the bill. He handed his credit card to her, and with his gaze lingering on Misty’s mouth, he murmured, “Charge me for the napkin, too. It’s been…used.”
Misty and the two other women blushed as Domenico continued staring at Misty’s mouth, the reference more than apparent.
“You did that deliberately,” Misty said in an accusatory tone. They were inside the limousine, on their way to a salon where Domenico insisted she have her hair cut and styled.
He did not even bother denying it, and instead used a lock of her hair to tug her close for a quick hard kiss that was more than enough to make her clit ache. “Darling, I’m just staying true to my promise. I want to prove to everyone how much I want to fuck you.”
Inside the salon, Misty was assisted to yet another private room. When they were alone, she met Domenico’s gaze through the mirror. Her eyes widened at the contemplative look at his face as he glanced around the room, noting the lock on the door and the other available seats. Misty burst out, “No! Not here!”
He laughed, and Misty realized he was simply teasing her.
“How mean of you!”
He kissed her protesting mouth. “I only live to please you, darling. Every fucking way I can.”
When the salon’s staff came back in, Misty’s face was still red -- enough for the makeup artist to ask if she was using any blush.
The hairstylist added highlights to her hair without shortening the length,
thanks to Domenico’s explicit warning against cutting it. She was given a lesson on applying cosmetics, which surprised her. Domenico explained: “You’ll need it sooner or later when we start attending events together so we might as well get that out of the way.”
Afterwards, they headed to an exclusive fashion boutique. The fact that none of the dresses hanging on the racks had any price tags worried her immensely.
“Have your wedding gown designed. It will be ready by the time we marry.”
“I’d rather you choose,” she said nervously, unused to such surroundings. It was supposed to be a store, but it had the atmosphere of a very, very exclusive bank.
“No. You should be the one to make that choice. I trust you.”
And then he was gone.
“I’ve never seen Mr. Moretti so tender before,” the designer confided as he guided her to the floral settee at the end of his consultation room. Mark was obviously gay, and his infatuation with Domenico was even more obvious. Somehow, it relaxed her. At least Mark would understand how she felt. As Domenico’s image consultant, Mark was also constantly exposed to Domenico’s irresistible aura.
“He’s so in love with you, isn’t he?”
Misty could only smile weakly, not knowing what kind of answer Domenico would want her to give.
Mark smiled back. “You’re such a cute thing. I’d think he’d eat you for breakfast but since you’re still alive and he’s about to marry you, I guess that’s what true love does.”
She held her tongue back, knowing Domenico would not appreciate her speaking the truth.
“Besides your wedding gown, Mr. Moretti also instructed me to furnish you with an entirely new wardrobe. See, I haven’t made it yet as a fashion designer, but when everyone sees that you’re wearing my creations, I’m made.” Mark held out his hand. “So please, please, please, if there’s anything you like, just tell me and I’ll do it. If I have to kill someone, I’ll do it.”
It was already seven in the evening by the time Misty, with Mark’s help and guidance, had completed the plans for her new wardrobe. He walked with her to the curb, where someone other than Matteo was waiting for her.
As Misty slipped into the vehicle, the chauffeur extracted the receiver of the car’s built-in phone and handed it to her before turning his attention to his driving.
“Hello?”
“Sorry I’m not able to fetch you personally, cara.” Domenico’s voice, even over the phone, was enough to make her toes curl. Any more of this and she would probably have to buy her shoes half a size smaller than usual.
“It’s okay. I know you’re a busy man.”
“You’ll meet me at the hotel. Is that okay?”
“Yup.” Actually, it wasn’t. Was it always going to be like this? It was fun, really, to go out all the time, especially if one had the money for it. But she was starting to miss her siblings and the feel of home.
At the other end of the line, Domenico was instantly alerted to the hesitation in Misty’s voice. “Darling, remember what I told you about being honest?”
She was again surprised at how well he read her. “Oh.”
“So?”
“I was just kind of missing home. I mean, not exactly my home, but just - the idea of being at home. A-am I making sense?”
She was. Domenico should have expected it, but he simply wasn’t used to going out with women like Misty. The women he used to date in the past had loved going out and were proud of essentially being his arm candy.
“Then we’ll have a change of plans,” he decided. It was rare for him to be impulsive. Domenico didn’t like it but decided it would do for now.
Misty was appalled. Not wanting to make Domenico feel like she had cornered him into doing something he didn’t want, she quickly protested, “Oh, no. I didn’t mean to--”
The sincere distress in her voice put him at ease. It was important to Domenico that she did not attempt to manipulate him simply because he favored her company over others.
“Antonio, the driver with you, will take you home and I will join you there as soon as possible. We will sleep at your place tonight.”
Misty privately freaked out at his words. He was going to meet her at her house? She hadn’t even told anyone in her family about him, and now he was expecting to sleep in her room?
“You need not prepare dinner for me. I’m meeting a business colleague anyway. Expect me to be there about nine.”
“I don’t want to mess up your schedule,” she hedged. “It’s okay if you don’t make it.”
Domenico wasn’t fooled. “Trust me, darling. This will work. Don’t have anyone expecting me, though.”
It was a strange request. Did he want to surprise her siblings? But for what reason? Biting her lip, Misty said slowly, “I trust you.”
“See you soon, darling.”
She scowled and sighed at the same time. He kept calling her ‘darling’, and the word alone was more than enough to bring her body to life and make her mind recall the pleasure she could only experience in his arms. She just wished he was really as affected as she was.
“Misty?” Domenico prompted when she still hadn’t answered.
“Sorry, I was just thinking.” Her voice softened. “Take care, Domenico.”
Domenico laughed, which made her feel silly. But then, werewolves weren’t invincible or immortal, were they?
At exactly nine in the evening, someone knocked on the front door, finally putting an end to all her pacing. Misty almost tripped on her cotton pajamas in her haste. They were an inch too long, but she had bought them anyway since they were sold for less than a dollar at the surplus shop around the corner.
Matteo was smiling at her when she opened the door.
“Matteo?”
She heard a barking sound, and Misty looked down dumbly, realizing it was Domenico she was looking at just before half of her family barreled into her.
“Here are its things.” Matteo handed her a leather bag, which she guessed contained Domenico’s belongings.
“Will you guys stop pushing me?” she exclaimed after throwing Matteo a harried look. Pets were not something Nanette allowed in their home, so her siblings’ excitement at seeing an immensely beautiful four-legged creature like Domenico’s Lyccan form was understandable.
Matteo gave her a brief bow before leaving, which made Misty wince and her siblings glance at her oddly as she closed the door, with Domenico padding in arrogantly.
“What’s with the dude bowing?” Kevin asked.
“He does that to all the women. He’s Italian.”
Nicole’s eyes narrowed. “I’m familiar with Italian culture and--”
Knowing it was imperative to put a stop to Nicole’s know-it-all words, which could land her in the hot seat, Misty exclaimed brightly, “This dog is ours!”
Andy gawked at her, an adorable wide-eyed look on his cute face. “No way!” Then he ran to Domenico as fast as his chubby legs could carry him. Everyone gathered around Domenico then, chatting excitedly.
Only Nanette wasn’t around. Her siblings thought she was away on a vacation with a distant relative, but Domenico had told her earlier he had given her foster mother a one-way trip to the destination of her choice to…avoid trouble. Domenico’s term had been less polite, but she preferred not to think of Nanette’s absence that way.
“Will Mom allow this?” Nicole wondered out loud.
“Even if she did, where are we gonna keep him?” Kevin asked.
“Who cares? I say we keep him!”Kelly said.
Just then, The Baby – no, it was Dylan now, since Kelly had texted her the baby’s name earlier after getting it from the social services registry – let out a loud wail, and Misty quickly went to the crib to pick Dylan up.
“Poor baby,” she cooed. “Everyone woke you up because of the dog.”
“But I want to know what its name is!” Andy insisted.
“Ah…”
They all laughed. “Ah?” Kelly teased. “
His name is Ah?”
She blushed because she could almost imagine Domenico smirking at her as well. “A…ristotle,” she blurted out. In the periphery of her vision, she saw Domenico’s eyes boring through her. She winced. It was a nerdy name, but it was the best she could think of. He was lucky she hadn’t blurted the first word that came to her mind, which was Aborigine for some reason.
“So nerdy,” Nicole said, rolling her eyes. “It’s a good thing he doesn’t look like it though.”