I felt like I had been slapped. As I watched the door close behind him I realized this was the first time that he didn’t say ‘I love you’ back. I bit my lip to keep it from trembling. I knew he was just lashing out at me because he was hurt and I could accept that. What I couldn’t accept was losing him.
I met Sienna at the costume shop. She wanted to use this time to get me something for the next event. The Fire & Ice Theme Party was tomorrow. Everyone was to wear red and white. But my heart really wasn’t into it. All I wanted to do was see Avery. He left so quickly after our passionate lovemaking that it gave me whiplash.
“Aria,” Sienna said. “Have you heard a word that I just said?” I mentally shook myself and looked to Sienna. Tears filled my eyes and I tried to fight them back. Sienna’s shoulders sank as she stepped towards me. “Have you talked to him?”
“I tried. He said a few things but he’s got so much on his mind right now that I feel like I’m an afterthought.”
“Want me to talk to him?”
“Is there any way that I can get out of all of this?” I asked.
Sienna frowned. “No. The contract has to be fulfilled or terminated by Dorian. And, unfortunately, I don’t see him giving you up. You’re his latest addiction.” I saw her tremble. It seemed as though she was holding back something.
I studied her as she held up a three-piece naughty devil costume that included a red sequin, strapless romper with a lace-up back, mini pitchfork and devil-horned headband.
“This is the costume,” she squealed. A devil-tailed whip and 5.5 inch Mary Jane stiletto pumps with a finished glossy shine completed the outfit.
“Yea, that works,” I said. However, my mind was on Dorian. I only saw the good in him. He had a good heart. I didn’t see the problem here.
After Elias packaged up my costume, Sienna left me on my own as I stepped into the atrium and took note that the crowd was very light tonight. Elias mentioned that Avery had been getting a lot of cancellations. Too many people were afraid that they would be captured on camera and get ratted out for being here. The last weather report showed that there was a winter storm warning and Elias said that Avery cancelled the remaining flights for the night. It’s going to be a slow night.
Outside on the back patio the snow was piling up and the wind was gushing all around us. Avery didn’t have much to deal with because hardly anyone was here. The staff was cut back for the night and many were off on their own, acting out their private fantasies in the Manor or off for the night. This place suddenly felt barren and lonely.
I swung by the bar and ordered a drink after laying my costume on a barstool to my left.
“Aria?” Jenna’s soft voice cut through the silence of the evening. My eyes met hers as I tried to hide my depression. “You okay?”
I really needed to talk, but I had no idea how to talk to her about any of this. I put myself in this position. I was in way over my head.
“We’re alone. Talk to me,” she urged. Then it all came flooding out.
“I’m screwing up everything,” I announced. “I don’t know how I got here. I tried to make things easier for Avery by becoming Dorian’s housegirl. But things aren’t better. In fact, they’re worse. Avery’s dealing with some heavy stuff outside of our relationship and I’m just adding to it. I’m feeling guilty that I said yes to all of this. I’m regretting succumbing to Dorian’s charm. I’m afraid that the road I’m going down is putting miles between us already and I’ve only been with Dorian a short time. Does that make any sense? Am I making any sense?” I rambled. Before she answered, she had Kim the bartender drop off a couple glasses of wine. Then she considered her words carefully and continued.
“Feeling guilty is a waste of time. You stand by your decision and stick to it. Everyone that knows you can see that you are good person. If Avery knows you’re doing this for him then you have nothing to worry about.” I smiled softly at her. She was right. Guilt was a useless emotion. I couldn’t dwell on it anymore.
“When you say Avery has his hands full do you mean the press leaks that gave us this?” she said as she gestured to the largely empty room. There were only few couples around the ballroom but they all seemed to be having a good time.
“Yea, this is not good,” I said.
“What really pisses me off,” Jenna said, sipping on her wine, “Is that they always take my cell phone when I check in. I really hate that. I mean the whole reason we come here is for privacy. Whoever the leak is, it is very likely that it’s a member of the staff. The guests agree with Avery about keeping what goes on here…here,” Jenna said.
“God, that reminds me, they forgot to take my cell and if Avery finds out, he’s gonna kill me.”
Jenna laughed. “Honey, it will take a lot more than that for Avery to get mad at you. I’m sure you’re not the one leaking the photos,” she said.
“Thank you,” I said.
She finished her glass of wine then got up to meet Wren down in the Cave.
“I’m here for you anytime,” Jenna said on her way out.
She was so nice, but just as I was starting to relax, the choking gargle of gritty sandpaper bled my ears.
“You better hope Avery doesn’t find out that you still have your cell,” Genevieve said. “We wouldn’t want your boyfriend upset with you any more than he already is. I bet his little Kitten doesn’t have too many lives left after you pushed him aside for Dorian.”
She had very stealthily crept up next to me with her serving tray as she waited for Kim to deliver her drink order. She was dressed in the Paramore cocktail server uniform with black and purple plaid pleated mini-skirt, white knee-hi socks, black heels, and university-styled white half sweater with a plum Camp Paramore logo over the left breast. As always, the sweater was at least two sizes too small because those buttons could burst at any second. But before she turned away, she made sure to get one last parting shot.
“By the way, I heard that if anyone is caught with a phone it’s immediate expulsion,” she said, as she carried away a tray with drinks for the small crowd.
“Fuck me,” I sighed.
∞
CHAPTER 18
FIRE & ICE
Saturday Evening, November 10th – Weekend Six
The weather was horrible this morning, making it harder for the remaining guests to fly in for tonight’s Fire & Ice theme party. I unlocked Dorian’s door, disrobed, took off my shoes, and put them by the closet. I made my way through the bedroom towards the bathroom.
“You’re late,” Dorian said, rolling over in bed.
“I know. I’m sorry,” I said turning to go draw Dorian a bath.
“Come here, Aria,” his voice dripped with authority.
I turned towards him and stepped lightly to the bedside. He was sitting on the edge of the bed in just his high-priced boxers. I tried not to look at his muscular chest but my eyes were automatically drawn there. My eyes darted to his and I could see they were dilated. Even in the early dawn, he was revved up.
He patted his lap and I looked at him curiously. “Lay across my lap,” he instructed. What? I did as he instructed.
His right hand caressed my backside. “Your punishment is a spanking. Then we’ll have a bath,” he said in an excited tone. He draped his left hand over my lower back and I sucked in a breath as his hand left me. I felt the force of the blow hard against my bare buttocks. He wasn’t holding anything back. He caressed me again. Then I felt another sting.
In between each one, he caressed me tenderly. I counted ten swats to my behind, one for every minute I was late. Then he had me stand and draw him a bath.
The tub filled quickly and I waited for Dorian to get in then I followed behind him. I lowered myself onto his lap and felt the sting of the hot water on my backside when he stopped me.
“Stand up. Turn around. I want to take you from behind and I won’t be gentle this morning,” he said.
I stood and turned around then bent over. He moved behind me and I
quickly felt his hard length thrust into me and I sucked in a breath. His hands gripped my sore behind and he took out his frustration on my body.
I know that it was wrong of me to think of Avery while he was doing so but I couldn’t help it. I closed my eyes and let him take me. His steel pushed deep inside me, pushing me towards the outskirts of ecstasy. He would pause until I kegeled him tighter, wanting more, then he’d continue his thrusting.
Each time I was close he’d stop. He was doing it on purpose. He was still angry with me and this was my punishment. I had to smooth things over.
I reached back and pulled his mouth to mine. He groaned then pushed further into me. His arms came around my waist as he pulled me closer.
“You’re mine, Aria. Saturdays are mine,” he said, pushing in deeper. I was so full.
“Yes,” I agreed between his hard kisses.
“Don’t be late again. Is that understood? I don’t care what the reason is,” he said, pinching my nipples from behind me. I cried out as my body concluded.
“Yesssssss,” I moaned.
“You can cum now, Luv,” he said with a rough voice. His hand went to my clit and I threw my head back. One hand was on my nipple, the other in my sweet cusp. Dorian thrust harder into me as my body burned for eruption.
“I want to add something to our love-making repertoire,” he whispered in between breaths as he pounded me.
“Like what?” I answered, straining to maintain my grip on the tub as he forcefully collided into to me with his piston.
“I want to fuck you some place uncomfortable.”
“Like the backseat of a Volkswagen?” I asked, panting.
“So you’ve seen the movie Mallrats,” he laughed, multiplying his thrusts. “You know what I’m asking,” he continued. Dorian traced a finger over my back entrance.
“I never agreed to that,” I replied.
“We’ll see,” Dorian grunted then picked up his pace.
No matter how hard I tried to keep my thoughts straight, my body was betraying me. Dorian was a puppet master that knew how to use my body against me.
My release was imminent and intense. I felt him harden even more inside me and I knew he was close to explosion.
He pulled out of me and held my backside as he delivered his orgasm onto my back. He bellowed as I watched his ecstasy overtake him in the mirrors all around us. The look on his face was of bittersweet pleasure.
He turned me around to face him and pulled me down into the hot water with him. I straddled his legs as I sank over his hardness. His arms came around me and he buried his head between my breasts and breathed me in. I felt a shameful tug on my heart as he clung to me. Fuck, I’m losing the battle between my heart and my common sense. His allure is too powerful and is consuming me.
For the next few hours he had me dress as a sexy French maid. Dorian watched as I dusted the bookshelves, put out new linens and made the bed, and pressed his shirts. Mostly though, he just had me bend over and pick things up in front of him.
When he couldn’t take it anymore he pulled out his member and stroked it until I lowered my face to it and let my tongue dance around his manhood. He loved every second of it.
“Take off your panties,” he ordered.
I let them fall to the floor and he pulled me over his lap. His eyes were frosted over in lust.
“Ride me, beautiful.” His eyes were still fully dilated. How could that be? Something was off. His demeanor was off.
Dorian tilted his head back and closed his eyes. I rode him until he climaxed, but strangely, I didn’t get mine that time. I was starting to feel that something was wrong.
Dorian didn’t seem to notice my apprehension; he pulled me to his chest, lifted the blanket from the end of the bed, and let it fall over us as we rested on the bed. He never let me go.
He slept hard that afternoon, like he hadn’t slept in days.
I lay there wondering why I had to be there if he was just going to sleep. So I lay there with him, with my head tilted to the side, and stared out of the window watching the large snowflakes as the blizzard intensified. I could just make out the top of the next mountain under the fog of drifting crystal flakes. It was so beautiful.
*****
Several hours later, I slipped out from his arms to get ready for the Fire and Ice theme party. I quickly showered then slipped on my naughty red sequined devil costume and devil horned headband that I had brought with me. Dorian entered the bedroom just in time to help me tie it up.
“I want your hair in a ponytail tonight.” I nodded, knowing that was how he liked it. He kissed my shoulder then turned and made his way to the shower. I sat on the edge of the bed in awe at his stature as he readied himself. He gracefully dressed in a light gray suit and white pressed shirt with a slim red tie. He never spoke a word until we were in the elevator.
“You look really beautiful tonight, Aria.”
“Thank you,” I replied as my face reddened. He was being so gentle with me.
We made our way from the elevator onto the second floor and down the hall to Grand Ballroom B. As we entered the large room, Caitlyn crossed in front of us with her Master in tow. She was in her glory.
I noticed the terror twin Jezebel followed closely behind her with a tray filled with wine glasses handing them out to different tables.
Genevieve was over at the circular bar bartending with Kim. It looked very much like a couple was heavily into Kim and they kept her engrossed in conversation as we passed by. The twins were working tonight as part of last week’s punishment.
I secretly wondered if Genevieve had turned me into Avery yet. I hadn’t heard anything but I was sure she couldn’t wait to have her revenge. I needed to tell Avery before she did, but I wanted to give him my phone personally. I’d been with Dorian all day so there hadn’t been much of an opportunity. Luckily, Avery had been busy tracking down Tor so he wasn’t available for her to talk to either.
The crowd was much lighter tonight with the early fall blizzard shutting down the airports, and nobody would chance driving in with the paparazzi camped out by the gate. My father used to call this kind of storm the November Witch by the way it would roar in off the lake in Cleveland. He used to say ‘hell hath no fury like a witch in November,’ but now that I think of it, he may have been talking about my mom.
Half of the ballroom glowed in crimson, which blended into a cerulean arctic glow that covered the other half of the expanse. Winnebago-sized volcanoes spewing fountains of flame lined the left side of the area halfway between the bar and the massive marbled walls. Each volcano held a king-sized bed inside like it was a tiny bedroom and there was a small entrance on the side of each volcano that led into the private space.
A granite-topped bar rested within a circle in the middle of the hall. Granite pillars ran the length of the walls butting up against a large balcony at one end. This was the ballroom where they held the Roman Orgy, which was Paramore’s largest party of the year followed by Casino night.
Dancing around on small platforms were fire-twirling belly dancers holding large batons of flame as they spun and gyrated. One girl danced with a hoop that held six flames as she spun it around her body. I had never seen anyone bend like that. I thought I was flexible.
On the opposite side of the room were large crystal icebergs. They were large enough that anyone could rock climb up on them and sit on precarious ledges. Each one held a small cave with a king size bed inside also. Some looked big enough for two or three beds. I could barely make out the outline of one couple having sex in one as we passed by.
The snow machine flickered overhead, making tiny snowflakes dance over the icebergs. Each dinner table contained an assortment of glass dildos, handcuffs, blindfolds, and restraints.
Four large BDSM suspension riggings were stationed near the four corners of the hall. They were encased in stainless steel domed cages that flickered with the reflection of the volcanic flames from across the room. Each rigging was anchored h
igh up in the ceiling with thick iron chains that would allow someone to be suspended almost thirty feet in the air.
In the middle, circle torches blazed, outlining the top of the bar, and breathed their warmth on the guests waiting to be served. A huge PA system with a DJ that was mixing some serious beats topped it all off.
We made our way to a private table at the back of the room and I was relieved a bit that Dorian chose it. We were in dim lighting and hidden somewhat away from whatever undercover paparazzi might be lurking, at least that was my hope.
We sat down and were morosely greeted by Jezebel, our server. Both she and I glared at each other with narrowed lips as she took our drink order. Dorian requested several glasses of wine be brought to the table. She nodded and dashed away at a snail’s pace clearly in no hurry to appease us.
“Why so many glasses of wine?” I asked. “Why not just get a bottle?”
“We’re having a couple guests join us tonight for dinner,” he answered.
“Oh…who?”
“It’s a surprise,” Dorian snickered. Oh, great, what are you up to?
“Our guests will be here soon enough but until then will you dance for me, beautiful?” he asked as if it were a question, but I knew full well it was a demand.
I stood from my chair as ‘Haunting Me’ by Chasing Seven blasted throughout the ballroom. I moved in front of him as I let my hands skim my body and I started to dance for him.
I traced the outline of my body, cupped my breasts, and ran my fingers through his hair, tugging on it as I straddled his lap. I felt the vibration of the subwoofers pulse through me. I spun around, and ground my backside into his lap, then quickly turned, moving my knee up into his crotch, and pressed ever so gently until I felt him start to harden.
I hadn’t danced for anyone like this in awhile and I missed it. I started to lose myself in the rhythm of the music as it flowed through my senses. My eyes closed as I began to grind on him. It became my mission to get him to cum in his pants. I grinned to myself, remembering my causing that same reaction in Ethan my third weekend in Paramore. Now it was Dorian’s turn. However, just as I started revving up my inner goddess we were interrupted by a warm voice…
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