by Berry, Kitty
Our next shop is Le Perla on Madison Avenue. Damian orders the saleswoman to bring us slips, nightgowns and pajamas as he leads me by the hand into the dressing room. I try each of them on and Damian picks a short nightgown with a bamboo motif and a long nightgown in black with a motif of ivy leaves over the bust. He also picks a silk baby doll in red, a baby doll in gold and blue and three pajama sets with a shirt-collar top and draw-string relaxed cut bottoms in brown, ecru and black. Damian throws in a few comfort line V-neck and crew neck t-shirts for himself in white, gray and black before handing over his credit card and leading me out of the store with our bags in his hands.
“You bought me pajamas why?” I ask as we walk hand in hand and try to ignore the paparazzi, their cameras and questions.
“Don’t get any crazy ideas; they are to wear just hanging around, not to bed. You’ll be naked next to me in my bed every night, no pajamas.”
Dominick takes us to Agent Provocateur on Madison Avenue next. This is when the real fun begins. Damian once again gets us a dressing room filled with their new summer line. Only this time the items are all lingerie, very sexy lingerie. There are bras, panties, thongs, playsuits, corsets, suspenders, garters and waspies. Damian sits back and watches as I try each of them on. He begins a “must have” pile that includes a black flesh bra with matching briefs, another bra, suspender, brief and thong, a matching set of bikini bra and briefs but it’s the bikini bra and briefs that push him over the edge.
“Oh, that’s it, I can’t take anymore” he breathes heavily. Damian lunges at me and shoves me up against the wall in the dressing room. His mouth is on mine before I can protest that we’re in a public dressing room. His tongue opens my mouth and finds its way in, tangling with mine. He pulls my hair out of its ponytail. Damian moans into my mouth as he pushes his groin up against me. I can feel the solidness of his erection; it’s fighting to be released from his pants. He plunges his hands into my hair and pulls my head back giving him full access to my neck. He begins to lick at my throat on the pulse beating triple time with his tongue and I am lost in the sensations running through my body.
“You need to stay with me, baby, no sinking, okay?”
“I’ll try but your hands make me…uhh.”
Damian smiles and I hear myself moan as I reach for the zipper of his jeans and yank it down, feeling his manhood jump, eager to be released and touched. He moans into my mouth and unhooks the bra that is not even mine yet. His lips find my nipple by instinct alone and suck on it with such force it hardens and peaks. He pinches my other nipple between his thumb and index finger making my knees buckle. Damian lowers the panties as he lowers himself to the floor, trailing kisses along the way. He raises my right leg and I step out of the panties. Damian lets his tongue travel up the slit of my sex and I whimper in delight.
“Mmm…so wet already. Just the way I like you” he purrs as my body begins to overheat.
Damian continues to hold my leg as his tongue torments my swollen labia and I grab his hair, holding him in place. His tongue tortures me for what feels like hours, up one side and down the other until finally it makes its way back into the middle then to my sweet spot where Damian uses his tongue like a snake’s, flicking at me until I am coming in his mouth unable to muffle my groans.
He stands with my leg still in his hand; he uses his other hand to free his throbbing erection. He pushes me harder up against the wall, the pain just enough to heat me more. He bends his knees to lower himself and as he raises his body slightly he enters mine. The feel of him is pure pleasure. He is warm inside me and I can feel him continuing to grow with each pump of his hips, filling me to capacity.
“God, you feel so good. I might have to take you shopping more often” he growls out as he continues to pump his hips into me. His hands are now on the mirrored wall leaving his hand prints and my legs are wrapped around his waist. I am beginning to feel the building inside me again and before I can tell him he feels it and asks, “Are you ready to come again for me?”
“Oh God, yes Damian. Make me come” I beg.
“Mmm, Mmm, ahh. Oh, fuck yeah” he grunts with each thrust. “That’s my girl, come now, Sydney right on my cock.” And I do just as he says while he grunts and thrusts into me, his erection spurting over and over until I am so full I can feel his fluids starting to drip down my leg before he has even pulled out of me.
“That was…Mmm. That was good, baby. You are so amazing.”
Damian kisses me then he puts himself back in his pants and runs his hands through his hair. I put my own clothes back on and gather my hair back into its ponytail.
“So the bikini bra and briefs are a keeper?” I joke and am rewarded with Damian’s sparkling smile.
“You bet your ass they are.”
Damian pays for the lingerie as the saleslady looks at me in awe; clearly she heard every sound of our public tryst. I just smile at her and shrug my shoulders. I can’t believe how bold and brazen I am, having sex in a public place is not something the Sydney Cooper I was before Damian would have done but so much has changed in the two months that we’ve been together. I’ve grown up in those two months and I think in a way so has Damian.
Dominick drops us off at the penthouse saying he’ll see us at seven o’clock. Damian and I find Mrs. Ford making us lunch when we return. We eat together, me sitting on his lap at the dining table and him feeding me between kisses. After lunch Damian says he has some work to get done and I promise to keep myself busy and not bother him. I call Parker and ask her to come up and see my new clothes then I head to Drea’s room and ask her if she wants to come and hang with us.
Parker and Drea each ask to borrow an outfit for the night and I’m glad to oblige. It was always me they were loaning clothes to so this is a nice change of events. They both pick dresses and help me decide on a bra for under my shear top. I tell them it has to be the bikini bra and when they ask why I turn scarlet red.
“No, forget it, please don’t tell me. I don’t want to know” Drea warns.
“Well I do, he’s not my brother and he’s the hottest man on the planet” Parker begs. “Did you guys do it in the dressing room?” she asks and I turn a darker shade of red. When I don’t answer Drea groans, “Oh, you did, didn’t you? Gross. Remind me never to shop where my brother does.”
“Hey, what about Alex. I thought you two were pretty hot and heavy with the public displays of affection?” I remind Parker to get the attention off myself.
“We are, and he’s super hot and sexy but there’s just something so over the top smoldering about Damian.”
“It’s the control freak dominant thing” I explain.
“Yeah, you might be right about that. There is something so sexy about a man so in control of himself and everything around him that it makes you just want to do things to him then watch as he loses control over you” Parker states.
“Mmm” is all I can say.
We decide on our outfits, shoes, hairstyles and makeup after numerous trips between Damian’s closet, Drea’s and my old and now Parker’s new apartment. By the time we have finished Damian has returned from holing up in his home office for hours.
“Ladies” he says in greeting and Parker stares at him as Drea blushes. After a little arm wrenching Parker talked me into telling her why I had to wear that bra tonight and Drea was stuck listening to the whole sordid story.
He continues, “I see you’ve kept my girl busy while I was working. Did you decide what you’re all wearing tonight?” he asks as he lays on his bed and puts his arms behind his head.
We tell Damian we have our outfits picked out before Drea excuses herself to go in search of Mac and Parker says she needs to go have a nap before she gets ready.
“A nap sounds great, join me?” Damian asks me.
I nod as I start to get undressed and climb naked into bed with him. Damian removes his clothes then spoons around me. He inhales my hair then whispers; “I love you, Sydney Cooper” before we both drift of
f to sleep.
Damian and I wake around five and shower together. We again manage to keep our hands almost to ourselves. Once again we stick to just a little heavy kissing and a few quick feels. Damian leaves me to do my hair and makeup while he gets dressed. “If I don’t get away from you right now, we’ll never get out of here tonight” he explains.
I do my makeup first. I create smoldering eyes by adding a light-reflecting shade at the inner corners, punctuating the look with eye shadow in gunmetal and a smudge stick waterproof eye liner in stingray. My lips are glossed in fuchsia. I style my hair with a few strategically placed hot fuchsia extensions. The rest of my hair is styled in a messy just been fucked smoldering look. Now when I do this style I know what it should really look like.
When I enter the bedroom Damian is nowhere to be seen so I start to get dressed. I search my lingerie drawer for my new bikini bra and briefs and I blush as I slide them on remembering what happened in the dressing room earlier today. Next I put on the sexy sheer white see-through top and pure white short skirt. To finish up the look I slide on a pair of black and white wedges.
I step out into the living space to find Drea looking like the model she is. She is wearing one of the new dresses Damian bought me earlier today. It’s a white short lacy dress from Oscar de la Renta. It makes her blond hair look even more sunshine yellow. Her makeup can only be described as metallic shine and iridescence. She has layered a metallic lip gloss over a matte berry color to add dimension, her eyes pop and shock with bold blues and metallics. She has brushed silver shadow through her eyebrows and has dyed the tips of her golden locks blue.
“Wow, holy cow, Syd you look amazing. Day is going to lose his freakin’ mind” Drea confirms my fears.
“You’re the stunning one” I counter but she brushes the compliment off. For someone as attractive as she is and a world known model, Drea doesn’t have an ounce of self-conceit in her.
Mac and Damian come walking into the room; apparently they were playing pool in the great room by their back and forth banter. Damian stops in his tracks when he sees me. He looks like a model who has just stepped out of the pages of a photo shoot. His hair is styled in its usual messy look, it helps that he is always running his hands through it. One piece keeps breaking free and flopping over his eye. He has on a pair of black jeans slung low on his hips with a white dress shirt that he’s wearing with the top two buttons open and no tie. It’s a look that is making me hot already. I want to plunge my hands into his shirt and feel the hard muscles of his chest and stomach that I know are under there.
Mac looks hot too in his denim jeans and fitted black shirt that he also has open at the neck. Drea is clearly made just as hot by his look as I am by her brother’s. She strolls over to Mac and he neatly fits her under his arm and pulls her into his body. He whispers something in her ear that makes her giggle and run her hands over his chest.
“Oh, hell no. You cannot go out like that. I told you before I would end up kicking some dude’s ass tonight if you went out like that. Is that what you want to have happen?” Damian roars.
“Day, calm down, she looks great. No one will bother her with you hovering over her all night. Now shut up, let’s go” Drea orders her brother who listens to her from time to time, tonight thankfully being one of them, but reluctantly.
Damian takes me by the hand and we lead Mac and Drea out of the penthouse and into the elevator. Damian leans down and whispers into my ear, “Stay right next to me all night.”
Parker and Alex meet us in the lobby of our building. Parker has her hair blown straight and hanging down her back. Her makeup is as sheen as the Arctic. She has glided a luminizer onto her cheek and brow bones for a special gleam. She has added a golden lining to her black liner to make it even more extraordinary. Alex is wearing black dress pants and a gray dress shirt, also open at the top. This is apparently the male look of the evening and it’s working so well for all of them. Tate, Brook, Dominick, Heidi, Jonesie and his wife, Tara are waiting for us in a limo to head to Stone’s for dinner after which we’ll head to Stone Faced.
Dinner at Stone’s is delicious as always and our conversations come easily. Damian even talks about The Society party next weekend and invites everyone to attend. He explains his membership and lifestyle choice to the few in attendance that weren’t aware of his sexual interests. Parker and Alex already had planned to attend and Dominick and Heidi say they’d like to come and see what it’s all about. Mac said he’d be in but Drea and Damian refuse to be there at the same time understandably. Jonesie laughs and says he’d think about it to his wife’s surprise.
We finish dinner and once again climb into the limo to head over to Stone Faced. There’s a line around the building but as we pull up one of the doormen rushes over, opens the door for us and ushers us all inside. We are shown to Damian’s private table, the best in the house, where I sat the last time I was here.
Damian sits next to me and casually flings his arm over the back of my chair. He growls our drink order at the waiter who can’t take his eyes off of me. “See, that right there? That’s why I didn’t want you dressed like this. That poor kid can barely walk with that boner in his pants” Damian admonishes me, I just laugh, he’s being ridiculous.
The guys start drinking pretty heavily and the girls start banging them back pretty good too. Damian and the guys are drinking Dirty Martinis. The combination of top shelf Vodka, a splash of olive juice and an olive for garnish says, "Vigorous" and “Powerful". The men are all in charge; sophisticated, in control with all eyes on them from everywhere in the room. They are appealing, urban sophisticates to the extreme and their drink of choice for the evening helps personify that image. Damian makes sure to tease me with memories of our first date when he sucks his olive into his mouth causing me to gasp and every girl in the place to take notice.
He orders me a Sweet Release. It’s the ultimate sugary, fruity drink made with fresh strawberries and raspberries, spiced rum, powdered sugar and sweetened cream. It is served in a champagne flute and garnished with extra berries. They go down much too easily and before the shots arrive I have already downed two of them. Damian orders Champagne Love Shots for the table. Those are made with champagne and a raspberry, passion fruit, blood orange, peach and pomegranate fruit puree. When they arrive Damian clears his throat and asks for the table’s attention so he may make a toast.
“I want to make a toast to my beautiful girlfriend. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me and without her I would be lost and empty. She is stunningly gorgeous but she doesn’t see her own beauty. She is shy but playful, gentle but fierce, kind, loving and my favorite…kinky as hell. I have never been in love before but, Sydney Cooper I am head over heels in love with you.”
The table cheers and Damian pulls me on to his lap where I nuzzle into place and kiss his lips soft and gently. Damian grabs the back of my head, holding me in place and our kiss grows stronger.
I finally excuse myself saying I need to use the ladies room. The rest of the girls come along. We leave the men at the table even though Damian is reluctant to let me walk around the club without him. I use the ladies room then exit to wait for the others in the hallway. While I’m waiting a drunk guy about my age approaches me on his way to the men’s room. He tries to chat me up and I try just as hard to nicely discourage him. When he relentlessly continues I start to get a little nervous, feeling trapped in the hallway as if the walls are closing in around us. He keeps talking to me but I no longer hear his words, I’m looking for an escape route, the fear building inside me. He moves closer and traps me against the wall with his hips, his hands on the wall next to me. At the moment that I am about to knee him in the crotch I hear Damian’s voice over the loud music. “Let my girl go or I break every fucking bone in your body” he promises.
“Calm down, dude. There’s enough for everyone. We’re just having a little fun. You can have her when I’m done.”
“Maybe you didn’t hear me. I said
let MY girl go” Damian says at the same time as I knee the guy in the groin as hard as I can. He collapses to the floor and Damian grabs him and throws him up against the wall. The other girls come out of the bathroom as Damian grabs the guy with his arm behind his back and ushers him to one of the bouncers telling him, “Get him the fuck out of my club.”
Damian takes me under his arm, kisses my head and inhales my hair. “You did good, baby. You okay?”
“Yep, fine.”
“Told you I’d end up in a fight tonight. Remind me not to fight you though; you have a pretty mean right knee.”
“Yeah, and don’t you forget it” I warn.
We return to our table to find the rest of the men just as drunk as I realize Damian is and they are all dancing. We down another drink and two more shots then the girls and I start to squeal and dance with the men as the music changes to a fast techno beat. By the time we are all on the dance floor coupled up and dancing with our partners we have an audience.