by Renee Rose
“No, pet. You don’t know me.” The corner of his perfect mouth draws up, but his expression is intent, like he’s gazing right into my mind and searching my brain. “You can’t.”
I go to touch him and hesitate, finger outstretched. The tip of my finger hovers a millimeter from his stubbled cheek. “I want to know you, then.”
He captures my finger and brings it to his mouth. He sucks hard on the tip and arousal shoots through me, detonating between my legs.
“I’m a virgin,” I tell him.
“I know.” He sounds resigned. “I shouldn’t do this.”
“I want it. I want it with you.” I’m straddling his leg now, grinding on it. My dress scrunches up around my hips, my bare butt and pink tail on display, and I don’t care. I plant my hands on his dress shirt, look into the deep darkness of his eyes, and grind. And grind. And grind.
Dimitri’s hands settle on my bottom. His fingers dig in, and my spanked skin flares to life. “Are you close, kitten?”
I bite my lip, nodding. He tweaks my tail and I squeak, ducking my head against his shoulder with a whimper.
“You’re being very naughty. I didn’t give you permission to rub yourself on me like this.”
“Please,” I pant, burying my face in his starched collar. He smells divine. I turn my head and lick his neck.
He stiffens, and rewards—or is it punishes—me by almost pulling the tail out. I moan as the silver bulb stretches my backdoor. My pussy weeps.
Dimitri’s stubbled cheek rubs against mine. “Maybe I should take my kitten home, teach her how to be good.”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
“Are you sure?” he asks in a more serious, out-of-scene tone, and I answer as Gwen.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sure.”
“Very well.” He straightens, rising from the chair and lifting me at the same time. “Come, princess. My palace awaits.” He lets me down to walk, but holds me close. Instead of us linking hands, his fingers shackle my wrist as he leads me to the stairs.
Chapter 4
Gwen
As we exit the club, I wink at the lady with pink hair. And the bouncer. I strut past everyone, the silky fur of the tail tickling the backs of my thighs. Who am I right now? What have I become?
Dimitri’s car is parked right outside the club. It’s matte black and super fancy looking, like something Batman would drive. As we approach, Dimitri must hit a button of some sort, because the doors open upwards, like wings.
A few guys smoking near the curb nudge each other as Dimitri helps me in. “Holy shit, a McLaren.”
I smile to myself as I climb in. Dimitri gets into the car and we purr away.
“What do you do for a living?” I ask. He’s obviously extremely rich, yet he lacks the tightly-wound businessman persona I would expect. He lounges around at a nightclub like he has nothing better to do.
“I’m in antiquities,” he says. “I buy and sell ancient artifacts.”
I look over, fascinated. “History buff?”
He laughs. “You could say that. I’m particularly well-versed in the last two and a half centuries.”
“Where are you from?” I’ve detected a slight accent on him, but can’t place it.
“My family is from Corfu. I still own quite a bit of property there. But I’ve traveled all over the world.”
“Do you live here now? Or are you just visiting?”
“Just visiting.”
Disappointment pierces through the blanket of contentment I felt ever since he offered his arm and escorted me in the club.
“For how long?”
He shrugs his elegant shoulders. “A few months, maybe more.”
“And what brought you to Club Toxic?”
“I am long-time friends with the owner, Lucius Frangelico.” He smiles at me. “My turn for questions. What do you do for a living, pet?”
“I was a Special Ed teacher, but now I’m going back for my Master’s in social work.”
“Of course you are,” he says silkily.
“What does that mean?”
He slides a hand to my knee, brushing my bare skin with the backs of his fingers. “I mean, that’s a perfect, selfless profession for my sweet Gwen. I applaud your choice. It suits you.”
His words warm me and I lean back in the leather seat, shifting slightly because I still have the plug in my ass. I just strutted my stuff down the sidewalk wearing a tail. I walked right past my ex in the club, and got into a car that costs as much as a house. I’m going with a man I’ve just met, a man I seem to know but can’t remember how. And now I'm going to lose my virginity to him.
Holy wow, what am I doing? Is this really me?
“Breathe, babygirl,” Dimitri murmurs without looking at me. “Do you still want this?”
I nod. “Yes.” I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. He makes me feel safe. Safer than I ever felt with Chad, and we were best friends. Or so I thought.
My phone buzzes, and I see a text came in from Aurelia. I’m at Club Toxic for the masquerade. Where are you?
I reply, I’m hooking up with someone tonight. I’ll text you when I get there, and in the morning.
Little dots appear on Aurelia’s side of the chat right away. Are you sure? she writes.
I text her back, Yes. I’ve never been more sure of anything. I don’t know why, but I’m sure. I glance at Dimitri, and the shadows and moonlight playing over his face. His expression is an enigma—one second, he’s handsome as the devil, with full lips made for sin, the next, he is the devil with a hint of cruelty edging that same mouth. And yet… And yet… I know him. I connect with him in a way I’ve never connected with anyone before. On a cellular level. He makes me feel special like no one else has. He makes me feel safe.
When I’m with him, I feel like I’m in a fairytale. It might sound crazy, but I believe in true love. In fate. And I believe I was made for him.
We zoom down the highway, past “A” mountain, and wind over to a part of Tucson I’ve never been before. The car hugs the dark road like a lover. We’re getting farther into the fancy suburbs. The houses are getting nicer and nicer. I’m about to ask where we’re going when he turns into a fancy driveway with large gates and past a giant sign reading, Sunwolf Valley Resort.
I gasp at the sign, and again when the resort comes into view in its glowing glory. This resort/casino is brand new. Acres of green golf course lead up to the giant sandstone-colored buildings.
For a second my heart plummets; I’m worried Dimitri will pull up to the grand entrance and parade me in front of everyone, tail and all. I shrink in my seat, wondering if I can hide the tail somehow. Otherwise, it’ll be pretty noticeable. It is bright pink.
But at the last moment, the car veers off and heads into a hidden garage. He parks way at the end of the row, right near an elevator.
I text Aurelia my location and toss my phone in my purse before I lose my nerve. I’m not worried about being alone with Dimitri. But what about me? I am completely inexperienced, after all. And for all my bravado in the club, I have no idea what I’m doing. What if I mess up? What if I do something wrong?
As soon as the car door lifts, Dimitri is waiting, hand outstretched. In the darkness, he looks like an Arabian prince inviting me on a magic carpet ride. Do you trust me?
I swallow and take his hand. The metal bulb shifts in my butt, reminding me that this isn’t a classic fairytale. This is the kinky, R-rated version.
My handsome prince leads me to an elevator and uses a key card to open it, and again to press the button for his floor. I shift from foot to foot as we start our ascent, but he doesn’t leave me to my thoughts. In a rush, he pins me against the wall. He fists a hand in my hair, holding me still for his kiss. The touch of his mouth overwhelms me, eroding every emotion until I’m left reeling. I’m glad for the cage of his large body and the wall behind me.
When he draws back, there’s a cruel tilt to his lips. “I’m on one of the top floors. Let�
�s see how long it takes you to come.”
Then he drops to his knees. He lifts my leg onto his broad shoulder, leaving me teetering on one heel as he pulls up my dress. He wastes no time pressing his face into my pussy. My head lolls back and hits the wall. Lightning flashes down my spine, weakening my legs. He still has me pinned, otherwise I’d collapse.
His fingers find my entrance and press in, screwing me in time to the darts of his tongue against my clit. The rough stubble on his jaw rubs me to distraction, a prickly sort of pleasure pain. I want to rub every inch of my skin on his face. I want it to leave marks.
The lit numbers of the elevator increase slowly. 11, 12, 13. But reality and time have no meaning. I’m splayed against the wall, legs akimbo, helpless against the lashing of his tongue. I tilt back as far as I can, pushing my pussy into his face. Damn, I can’t get enough. He’s eating me like he’s starving.
He squeezes my bottom, roughly awakening the soreness from my earlier spanking. Then he tugs on the plug.
My orgasm blows up, obliterating me. I come, arms and legs thrashing. He rises and catches me.
“Good girl.” He steadies me until I nod, then takes out a handkerchief and wipes his face clean of my juices. He’s perfectly put together by the time the elevator dings and the door slides open.
We’re in a deserted hotel hallway. There are only a few rooms on this floor. But when he stops and faces me, I know it’s time for a test.
“I did something nice for you,” he says. “What will you give me in return?”
“Whatever you want,” I answer, breathless.
“Hmmm.” He pretends to think about it. “Would you suck me off, right here, right now?”
Oh God. There’s no one in the hall, but still… Someone could come, someone could see.
He unbuttons his slacks and I can’t stop myself. I sink to my knees. He pulls his cock out so it hangs in front of me.
“Crawl, kitten.” He backs away slowly. I follow eagerly on hands and knees, obeying his instructions. “Head up, front low. Let your bottom sway—show me your tail. Keep your eyes on me. That’s it.”
I crawl the final few feet to the door at the end of the hall. He unlocks it, and once I’m inside and the door shuts, he backs away again, making me slink after him like an actual cat—my front low to the ground, tail in the air, my eyes on his dick like it’s my prey. He sits, and I pretend I’m about to pounce. He hooks the front of the ribbon I’m wearing as a collar and draws me forward. I obey immediately, unwilling to risk breaking the band around my neck.
“I’m going to give you what you want tonight. But first, I'm going to teach you to please me. Would you like that?”
I put my hands under my chin like they’re paws and beg silently. He chuckles. Hand in my hair, he tugs me close. He makes me nuzzle his cock head and lick it all around. I taste his pre-cum and balls, and trace my tongue up the hard vein on the side. Holding my head in both hands, he eases my mouth over him and down. I can’t get him down very far before I gag. He lets me ease up and catch my breath. I comfort myself by licking around his helmet-shaped crown before he pulls me down again. This time, I take him deeper before gagging hard. I try to force it and my eyes water.
He has to forcibly tug me off. His thumbs wipe away my tears and come away black from my mascara.
“It’s okay. It takes practice,” he murmurs. He has me stick out my tongue and pant like a dog, while he rubs his cock head over it. “You'll get it soon enough. But now I’ve claimed your mouth, let’s move on to other things.”
I expect him to take me to bed, but first he has me kneel before him, facing away. I press my face to the rug and let him trail his fingers over my bottom, studying the marks he left. He slides two fingers up and down my slit, testing the slickness. Then he tugs on the plug.
“If I were a sadist, I’d fuck this pretty asshole first. Teach you to come from anal before you ever had a cock in your pussy.”
I whimper.
“Is that what you want?” Before I can answer, he slaps my haunch. “It’s not up to you, is it?”
A quiver goes through me. I’m not in control, but I like it that way.
He pulls out the plug, slowly, making me grit my teeth from the stretch. But he simply sets it aside.
“Come, darling. No more games.” He has me kneel up and takes off my ears and mask. I had forgotten I was wearing them. Then he lifts me into his arms. “Kick off your heels,” he orders, and I do. He carries me to the giant bathroom, and sets me down in the huge walk-in shower.
After fiddling with knobs to turn on the water, he approaches me to strip off my dress. Once I’m naked except for my ribbon collar, I cross my arms over my bare chest. “Are you going to wash me or seduce me?”
“Both.” He turns me and positions me in the spray. The temperature is perfect. I raise my face to the warm mist, then realize the rustling behind me can only mean one thing. He’s undressing.
I start to turn and get a swat on my behind. “Stay facing front, babygirl.”
“What, I can’t look at you?”
“Not yet.” His voice is deep, a hint of accent thickening each word, making them more pronounced.
So I face the wall and study the tiny glistening tiles. And I’m rewarded almost immediately. A huge, hard body brushes me from behind. I lean back, taking note of the strong shape of him. The hair on his chest lightly abrades my skin. Then the hard length of his cock brushes my bottom.
“Tilt your head back,” he orders. When I obey, he goes about washing my hair, spreading his fingers through each skein and rubbing soap into my scalp. I drift under the spray, in a trance. When my hair is done, he soaps up his hands and runs them all over my body. He doesn’t shy away from my sex. My pussy and bottom get a thorough washing. And he keeps touching me long after they’re squeaky clean, making me squirm with eagerness.
“Can I touch you?” I ask.
“Not tonight.”
I get it. It’s another way he’ll assert his will over me. I’d argue, if I wasn’t so relaxed. “Is this how you treat all the virgins?”
“I’ve never been with a virgin,” he tells me. His stubble pricks my cheek as he dips his head to whisper in my ear. “You’ll be my first.”
I push my bottom back into his cock, shamelessly grinding. “So, really, I’m popping your cherry.”
His laugh echoes around the shower. “Yes, my lovely. Please, be gentle.”
“I will.”
He steps out and towels off before me, then reaches past me to turn off the spray. I still haven’t seen him naked. My body crackles with longing.
I’m super tempted to just turn around, but before I do, he wraps me in a towel and carries me to the bed. He sets me down facing the windows, and retreats to the background. I know instinctively I shouldn’t turn around. I want to see him, but more than that I want to touch and taste him. Drink him in. I want it all. And if being an obedient little sub will get me what I want, well… I can always brat later.
It helps that the room is gorgeous. It’s huge, with a dizzying view of the glistening city skyline and the dark rise of the mountains beyond.
He seems to know his way around, even though this is a hotel. “Do you live here?”
“For now,” he answers. Which is not really an answer.
“Do you work in Tucson?”
“Not really. I do this and that.”
There’s a clink of a glass, near my ear. I turn, and there’s a snifter under my nose. “Drink. Just a little sip. It’ll help.”
The alcohol singes my nose and numbs my lips. I hate the taste but it goes down smoothly, and spreads through my body.
He takes the glass away and returns, sitting behind me on the bed.
“Do you trust me, Gwen?”
I swallow. “Yes.”
His hand enters my line of vision. He’s holding another ribbon, wide and black. “Stay still,” he commands, and drapes the fabric over my eyes, cutting me off from the world. Is he
really going to make me do this blindfolded?
I ask him.
“Now there’s an idea. I should make you wear this the whole time. You couldn’t look, only feel.”
I pout. “Please, Sir.”
His hands cover my shoulders and massage lightly. “Not Sir. Not now. Call me Dimitri.”
“Dimitri, please.”
“We’ll see. Hush now. Obey me.”
He has me lie back. He spreads my towel dried but still damp hair carefully over the pillow, then gathers my wrists and pins them above my head. “Arch your back, babygirl. Show me your body.”
I do, still blindfolded. I can imagine his view—my bare body, stretched taut before him, pale in the moonlight. It’s not fair. He can see all of me. And I can only feel.
“I’m going to make this so good for you,” he says. He releases my wrists and I leave my arms up where he put them. His hands trail over my freshly washed skin, massaging my breasts, letting me discover him anew.
“Tonight will be perfect,” he promises, caressing me. “You should never settle for less.”
“Are you going to ruin me for all men?” I ask, mostly tongue in cheek.
A pause. “Yes,” he finally says, but he sounds sad.
I reach for him automatically. “Dimitri…”
He presses close, gathering me into his arms. He’s still naked. Yay!
His lips find mine. They capture and captivate me with long, drugging kisses. I’m half-drunk from them, too relaxed to even reach for what I most want—his thick cock rubbing against my bare thigh.
He stops and settles his chin on my head. I tuck my face against his neck, happy to snuggle and breathe him in. I wish I could live in the circle of his arms. I would stay here forever.
“You’re so sweet. So innocent. Too perfect for me, or anyone else.”
I snort. “I’m completely inexperienced. I’m the one who’s undeserving.”
He scoffs, and I smile.
“You know, the way we talk about virginity is messed up.” I say it earnestly because I really mean it. “I’m not losing anything. I’m gaining you.”
There’s a pause, a tug, and the blindfold falls away. I blink, and meet Dimitri’s gaze. Darkness and diamonds, more beautiful than an ocean of stars.
