Their Confession

by S. Valentine

  Stuffing cosmetics into her oversized Louis Vuitton bag, she leant on it to close the zip. She had packed way too many things. As she dragged the bag down the hallway, she mentally checked off everything in her head she needed to take with her: night dresses, clothes, cosmetics, shoes for the day and night and the box of kinky goodies.

  Glancing at her watch, she exited the apartment and locked up. She was expecting the taxi to pull up any minute. She was lost without her mobile phone. It was switched off and in her bedside drawer. Darion suggested they leave their mobiles at home, and have the sort of break where they could relax, with no one being able to contact them. She wouldn’t have minded the idea if she didn’t think he was running from something.

  A few minutes later, she heard the honk of the taxi horn. Grinning, she headed toward it. Inside, she relaxed against the cool leather seat, and appreciated the music from the stereo. She realised she hadn’t been away with Darion before.

  She linked her fingers together and caught sight of her smiling face in the car window. The journey was peaceful and pleasant. The rows of houses soon changed to green landscapes, and soon they were in Westhaven. When the taxi came to a halt outside Darion’s apartment, she remembered she had no mobile to call him.

  “Can you wait a moment whilst I go get him?” she asked the driver.

  “Sure.”

  Leaving the taxi at the curb, she rushed into Darion’s apartment block and took the stairs rather than the elevator. Once outside his door, she could hear the sound of rock music playing at a low volume. She pressed the doorbell and waited.

  “Hi,” she said as he opened the door. “You ready? The taxi’s outside.”

  “Almost.” He stepped aside to allow her to enter.

  As he vanished into his bedroom, Gabi did a quick scan over the place. It was tidy as usual. Still modern. Still resembled a bachelor pad. None of her belongings were there, and there was nothing to indicate he was in a relationship.

  Stepping into the kitchen area, she perched on a stool. She could hear Darion rummaging in the bedroom. She noticed a stack of opened mail on the counter, right next to her elbow. Her brow furrowed at a shiny invitation titled ‘The Black Door Grand Opening.’ Lifting it up, she read it quickly. The club was reopening in two weeks’ time. She wondered why Darion hadn’t mentioned it. He never missed a good celebration at the club. Surely he would want to be reunited with his old employees, Lexi, Marnie, Gina, Wendy, Tiana, Lennie, Travis, and others she hadn’t remembered the names of. Turning it over, her eyes widened when she saw a small key was attached. In neat, swirly handwriting a message displayed:

  Daz, the playrooms are yours and only yours for the last time. Enjoy! Carl.

  “Ready?” She jumped at the sound of Darion’s voice.

  “Um…yes.”

  He took in the invitation and she noticed his throat dip as he swallowed. When he averted his gaze for a second, and shoved his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, she was certain he was uncomfortable.

  “So, are we going to the grand opening?” She flashed him her biggest smile in a bid to appear casual, and not in the least bit suspicious of why he hadn’t mentioned it, or invited her.

  “I was gonna give it a miss.” He turned on his heel and strolled into the living room.

  “Why would you miss it? Don’t you want to see what Carl has done with the club? Or see any of the girls?”

  “I’ll go another time.” He slung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his keys.

  Gabi’s muscles stiffened. Why was he avoiding the opening, the reunion? That sickening feeling swirled in her stomach again, her gut telling her something wasn’t right.

  “I’d like to go.”

  “Gabi, you hated the club, everything it represented, and you weren’t particularly fond of the girls.” He stepped out of the apartment and with a wave of his hand, indicated for her to do the same.

  “That’s a lie. I got on with Lexi really well. I didn’t mind Marnie either.” She fiddled with her nails. “And Gina was okay if you got her in a good mood.”

  “The Black Door’s in the past. Let’s leave it there.”

  As they descended the stairs, Gabi sighed heavily. She didn’t know how much longer she could pretend everything was fine between them. A part of her wanted to explode and confront him about the mystery caller, the hospital visit, Lawrence’s call, and him avoiding the club. Another part of her felt like waiting until after the weekend. It had been a while since they had been in their perfect little bubble and shut the world out.

  Once they were both seated in the taxi, Darion reached for her hand. Reluctantly, she let him hold it. She planned to stare out of the window for most of the journey, but Darion yanked her into him.

  “Did you forget to give me something?” His wickedly gleaming eyes were fierce on her.

  “I don’t know. Did I?”

  His gaze fell to her lips. She inhaled air, knowing it would soon be knocked out of her lungs when he went for her. As predicted, he gripped hold of her head and slammed her face into his on a hard, animalistic kiss. His tongue circled hers fast and greedily. She eventually reciprocated, kissing, licking and sucking. Her moans were muffled as he deepened the kiss. Why can’t I get enough of this man? she screamed inwardly. He had the ability to vanish her bad moods with a kiss alone. Feeling a needy ache between her legs, she slid her hand up his shirt. She stroked his solid, perfect chest and wished they were alone so she could have him.

  “Gabi,” he grunted in her ear, before tugging it with his teeth. “You drive me crazy.’

  Feeling daring and extremely frustrated, Gabi took hold of his hand. Parting her legs slightly, she moved it upwards. She spotted Darion’s brow rise in surprise. His devilish side had definitely rubbed off on her. She wanted to ensure she kept things fun and interesting with him. He loved the thrill of doing something forbidden, and the risk of getting caught.

  “Here?” he checked with her.

  “Here,” she murmured.

  “You’re full of surprises lately,” he whispered in her ear on a slow, naughty grin.

  She moved her underwear aside, and thrust his hand further between her legs. The circling motion of his fingertips on her clit sent a hot ball of fire in the pit of her stomach. Her body strained toward his, needing him. When he massaged her tenderly, she bit her lip to suppress her moans. She wanted to roll her head back, close her eyes and really enjoy it. The sensible part of her made her keep her eyes firmly fixed on the driver.

  “Does this feel good?” His hot breath was back in her ear.

  “Yes,” she murmured.

  A finger languidly slid in, causing her to squirm on the seat. It slid out slowly, and back in again. Gabi’s internal muscles throbbed and ached. It was heavenly. Lost in sensations, he possessed her with his touch.

  His mouth settled on hers, and she licked his tongue slowly, swirling the tip around, before sucking it. Pulling back, she glanced down at her lap. Darion pushed into her with two dominant fingers. As he penetrated her deeply, the excitement built at the naughtiness of the situation. It was difficult trying to keep still and silent, and she was thankful music was playing, and other cars kept the driver busy.

  “You’re so wet…” Darion was back in her ear, nibbling and licking it.

  Gabi pushed her hips forwards and backwards, wanting more of him. How she wished they were alone so she could undress him, and have him properly.

  Plunging into her deeper and faster, Gabi clawed the leather seat, her orgasm getting closer. Her pelvic region was burning and aching, greedy for release. Darion was gauging her reaction, watching every squirm, listening to her every moan. Delightful spasms shook through her body as she was close.

  “Don’t you dare stop…” she whispered, even though she noticed the driver glance in the rear-view mirror.

  As Darion pummelled in and out. She took a breath, and then another. Every muscle in her body tightened. He slid into her a few final times, deep and s
low. Her fists clenched, her toes curled. She clamped her lips together to trap her cries. Shuddering, she came in a violent rush, spasms of pleasure rippling through her. The release was every bit as good as she knew it would be.

  Her body went limp and she sank against the seat. Darion withdrew, a smug expression forming on his face.

  Braving a glance at the driver, Gabi noticed he seemed none the wiser. With a little giggle, she pressed her mouth against Darion’s.

  Pulling back, darkness clouded his eyes, and in a serious tone he said, “That was exciting.”

  “Yes,” she agreed. “It was.”

  The weekend was only just beginning.

  Chapter Seventeen

  When the taxi came to a halt, Gabi stepped into the cool night air. As she took in the people around her, it appeared they were enjoying the early evening. People strolled past holding hands, shopping bags, or mobile phones. Lifting her head she studied the grand hotel. Rows of windows cast lights onto balconies that held tables and chairs. Some guests were outdoors dining and others enjoying a drink.

  When Darion had settled the taxi fare, she pushed her way through the plush reception area. Her shoes slid slightly on the white marble floor. There was a seating area to her left, doors to a restaurant on her right, and a main circular desk before her. The gold and white colour scheme from the carpets, drapes, and portraits throughout were elegant. It didn’t take them long to check in with the friendly receptionist, and soon they were in the elevator heading for the penthouse suite. Minutes later, they were unlocking the door, anxious to get inside.

  “Wow.” Gabi’s eyes widened as she took a step forward.

  The place was huge. The living room area was modern, everything black or charcoal grey. A large television hung from the wall, an L shaped sofa sat on a grey, fluffy rug, and several tables throughout held vases of fresh smelling flowers.

  Dropping her bag, she glanced at the dining area, where there was a glass table surrounded by eight grey padded seats. Above that was a chandelier.

  She rushed to check out the balcony. The sight of London below with its lit-up buildings was breathtaking. She bit down a grin. Over the weekend, they would be exploring as much as possible together, creating memories.

  “You chose well.” Darion came up behind her and snaked his arms around her waist.

  “How about we take advantage of the mini bar and have a drink out here?” She turned to face him, and pressed her lips against his.

  Tucking a strand of hair out of her face, Darion’s thumb traced down her cheek before he nodded.

  Gabi re-entered the penthouse and slid open the grey doors to the bedroom. As curious as ever, she wanted a full tour of the place first. Slipping off her heels, her feet sank into the soft carpet. A laugh escaped her lips. It certainly didn’t disappoint. A king-size bed was before a red wall. Two matching lamps sat on tables either side. It was also decorated with mirrors, statues and flowers.

  Then she noticed the door to the en-suite bathroom. She gasped when she saw the huge tub in the centre of the grey tiled room. There was a television built into the wall, and opposite was a bowl sink and toilet. I could certainly get used to this place, she thought, running her hand across one of the soft hanging towels.

  “Fancy ordering food?” Darion asked, over a menu he was holding when she returned to the balcony.

  She dropped onto a cushioned chair, and picked up a glass of champagne, of which Darion had poured. “Sure.”

  Taking a sip, she groaned inwardly as the cool, crisp liquid went down her throat. Darion read out the menu to which she chose a chicken salad. As he retired to the living room to make the call, she sighed in contentment. Although they weren’t too far from home, she felt a million miles away from everyone, and the niggling problems that had been eating away at her.

  ***

  The next morning passed quickly. Gabi and Darion had enjoyed breakfast on the balcony, a selection of different foods and drinks. After a bus journey, they were now standing on the Tower Bridge admiring the River Thames. Tourists surrounded them, their cameras flashing continuously. Remembering she needed something of Darion to add to her apartment, she took out her digital camera. He was focused on the water. His long sleeved black top clung to his broad chest. Standing tall and confident, his hands were hidden in the pockets of his black jeans. His hair was blowing ever so slightly in the breeze. She couldn’t help but feel smug. Darion could easily have been a model. She snapped away, ensuring she also got a headshot. When he turned to look at her, he gave her a wink.

  “Perving at me, are you?” A devilish smile crossed his face. “Let’s get one of us together.”

  Handing him the camera, she snuggled up close to him. Darion held it before them and snapped away.

  “I love this one,” she gushed when she swiped through the images on the screen.

  “Come on; let’s go on the London Eye.”

  “And then we’ll check out the Tower Of London,” she said cheerfully, interlacing her fingers with his.

  Although Gabi had seen most of the sights before, she knew Darion hadn’t. It took them a few hours until she was satisfied she’d shown him enough: Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, Hyde Park, and The Shard.

  When they returned to the hotel, exhausted, the spa facilities were just what they needed. Gabi, bikini-clad, and Darion in his swimming shorts, charged straight for the sauna. She was pleased they had it all to themselves.

  “This is so nice,” she sighed dreamily.

  Sat on the wooden bench, the smell of wood filled her nostrils, and the heat in the enclosed space relaxed every muscle in her body. She shuffled on the bench and lay down until she was comfortable. Glancing down, Darion lay on the bench underneath, his head where her feet were.

  “I could literally fall to sleep,” she murmured.

  “Me too,” Darion responded.

  They remained still and silent for a few minutes. It was warm, peaceful, and perfect. Closing her lids, Gabi inhaled and exhaled softly. She prayed they wouldn’t be disturbed. She liked it being just she and Darion. When they’d passed the heated indoor pool earlier, she’d noticed there had only been a few people in the water. The steam room hadn’t been that busy either.

  Gabi was almost certain she’d drifted off when tingles ran up her leg. She scratched the itch with her foot. Then she felt it again. Inspecting her leg, she spotted Darion sitting up, a dark hunger on his face. He ran his hand up her leg and she felt the same tingles again.

  “Sit up,” he commanded lightly.

  “Why?”

  “Do it.”

  Reluctantly, she sat up, to which he parted her legs, and knelt between them. She sighed gently when he began massaging her thighs firmly. Maybe Darion was giving her his own little spa treatment. As he worked away the tension in her muscles, hard spasms of pleasure rippled through her.

  “You look amazing in that bikini,” he said, his pupils alight with mischief.

  “You don’t look so bad yourself.” She greedily examined his perfect, tanned body.

  He planted kisses up her thigh, causing her to wriggle. It tickled. Then he began swirling circles on her skin with his tongue. Gabi wiped her forehead as she became hot and flustered. She couldn’t decide whether it was because of Darion or the sudden stuffiness in the sauna.

  “Darion, are you serious right now?” She moaned when he moved her bikini bottoms aside and leisurely licked between her legs. “Someone might come in.”

  “And if they do, I’ll stop.”

  He continued to arouse her with his tongue. He circled her with the tip, causing a moan to spill from her lips. Gabi clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. What does this man do to me? she screamed inside. No matter how much she tried to resist him; he wore down her defences with his seductive, charming ways. She whimpered when he spread her legs further and applied firm, slow licks to her clit. She could feel his rough stubble grazing against her.

  “Hmmm…Gabi,” he grun
ted, biting her roughly.

  Threading her fingers into his hair, she pulled him in closer. As she rocked her hips, she stole a glance over his shoulder. The coast was clear. When his fingers assisted his tongue, she shuddered in delight. The muscles in his shoulder flexed as he pounded away, hitting her sensitive spot.

  “Darion…” she cried out, wiping her damp hair back.

  He continued to pummel in and out of her, now fast and deep, whilst his tongue lapped at her clit. Her inner muscles throbbed and ached. Then he withdrew.

  “What are you doing?” she sulked, the absence of pleasure now torturous.

  He pulled her down from the bench. Before she could speak, he backed her against the wall roughly. His lips were on hers, his tongue sliding in, and invading her mouth. Desperate for air, she pulled back, and inhaled deeply. The sauna was warming up. Her bottoms were moved to the side again, and Darion plunged his erection in deep, not giving her time to prepare for his thickness and length.

  “Ah…Darion…I don’t know if I can handle this,” she pleaded.

  “I won’t be long,” he promised, finding her mouth again and kissing her savagely.

  He bucked his hips forwards and backwards, wrenching a cry from her throat. His features were strained, his heavy breathing audible as he took her to her limits. He was rough and impatient, his fingers digging into her hips.

  “Fuck…” he grunted. “So good.”

  He seized her face in his hands, his eyes darkened, wild with need. A menacing smile taunted his face, and he slammed into her hard, aggressively, possessively.

  “I love you,” his voice was stern, reassuring, “I hope you know that.”

  Gripping onto her hair tightly, he pulled her face into his as he pounded into her mercilessly. It was just the way Darion showed how much he cared, by his actions. Gabi was delirious with lust.