by Paris Rose
My heart was racing, and I didn’t want to face the person those footsteps belonged to. I hoped it wasn’t a security guard. I didn’t want to get into trouble and embarrass Trevor. On second thought, I would rather it was a security guard than someone dangerous who saw me as easy prey because I was alone.
The footsteps got closer. I held my breath. I was shaking. The footsteps were in the room now. I could hear them and I felt someone’s presence. It seemed like time stood still for several moments, until someone forcefully grabbed my shoulder.
“Gia?” My heart almost beat out of my chest and I struggled for air. I thought I recognized the voice right away, but I couldn’t be sure. I turned around to face him.
“Ohmigawd…Christoff!” I exhaled and flung myself into his arms. He pulled me in close and held me tightly as he caressed my back. A rush of emotion overwhelmed me. I was shaking from being startled and my knees were weak from the exhilaration of seeing Christoff for the first time in a long time. He rocked back and forth as he cradled me. I felt warm and heady, yet peaceful and relaxed, all at the same time.
“Someone’s excited to see me,” Christoff chuckled as he released me from his embrace and looked me up and down.
“What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here?”
“I…uh…I…um…I came with a date,” I responded hesitantly.
“Oh, I see.” Christoff kept a good poker face, but I could still see the disappointment in his eyes. “Why are you trespassing in the art gallery instead of out there with your date?”
“I just needed to get away from the crowd and the commotion. What are you doing back here?”
“You know me. I don’t like big crowds. I like to keep to myself. My publicist told me that I should be here. And the organization is really important to me. So I made the trip from Germany, and now I’m here. But I’m jet-lagged and not really in the mood to mingle, so I thought I’d sneak away for a while.”
“Oh, well I’m glad you came,” I exclaimed with more enthusiasm than I intended. The way Christoff held my gaze made me blush. I licked my lips as he leaned in close to me. He was so close, I could smell him. His scent made my heart flutter. And the heat from his breath just inches away from my face made me salivate. He reached out suddenly and forcefully pulled me into him. My breasts collided with his chest and he dug his fingers into my waist. He ran his nose from my collar bone up to my ear.
“You smell so good,” he murmured in his melodic baritone voice. His accent drove me wild.
“Mmm…you do, too,” I whispered as I tried to resist the urge to kiss him. His hands slid down to my hips.
“You aren’t wearing any panties, are you?”
My body jolted and my heart skipped a beat. “How’d you know?”
“I don’t know. I just sensed it.” Christoff’s voice was strained with desire.
“What else can you sense?” I bit down on my bottom lip as I was screaming at myself inside of my head not to kiss him. Christoff ran his fingertips across my cheek. My breath caught in my throat. He groaned as he shrank down and rested his head on my shoulder. I could feel his eyes on my cleavage. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cradled his head against me. “What is it, Christoff?”
“Gia, I can’t. I’m not like I used to be anymore. I’m with someone and, as tempting as it is, I’m not going to betray her. I don’t do that anymore. I’m sorry.” I cringed and buried my face in the crook of his neck.
“Shit…Trevor,” I gasped under my breath. The moment I saw Christoff, I had literally forgotten all about Trevor. Although I have never been unfaithful in any of my relationships, I felt awful for coming so close tonight.
Christoff jerked his head up and pulled away from me. “Who’s Trevor?” I could hear a hint of jealously in his voice.
“My date…I mean, my boyfriend.”
“Oh.” Christoff’s body stiffened. I could almost see his thoughts racing. “Gia?”
“Yes, Christoff.”
“Is Trevor the guy you left me for last year?” Christoff’s tone was reserved as usual. He wasn’t giving anything away, but because I knew him so well, I could sense his emotional discomfort.
“Christoff, I never left you. You left me for Bianca, remember?” I immediately regretted going down that road as soon as the words left my lips. Christoff looked stunned.
“Did you say that just to get under my skin Gia?…Because if you did it’s working. You know I didn’t leave you for Bianca. And I came back for you multiple times, but you chose some other guy over me. Now, was it or was it not Trevor?” The intensity in Christoff’s gaze made me stand at attention.
“Yes, it was Trevor,” I whispered almost inaudibly.
“So tell me about this Trevor guy,” he inquired with forced nonchalance.
“What do you want to know about him?”
“What’s his last name? What’s he do in the industry? He’s obviously in the industry, right? Since he brought you here?”
I hesitated before I answered, but I didn’t want to hide anything from Christoff. “Yes, he’s in the industry. It’s Trevor Dunaway from Alpha Deity.”
“Oh, I performed with those guys a long time ago. I never would have thought you would have gone for an Alpha Deity guy, but as long as you’re happy.” His eyes bored into me. “Are you happy, Gia?”
The past several months flashed through my mind. I wondered how my life would have been different if I had chosen Christoff instead of Trevor when I had the chance. I loved the person I was when I was with Christoff, but Trevor had broadened my sexual horizons like no one else ever had. And Trevor made my dream of being on television come true. I wracked my brain for all of the reasons I was happy with Trevor in order to block out my longing for Christoff. I really missed Christoff. I always felt at home when I was with him. I briefly closed my eyes to settle my racing thoughts. I took a deep breath.
“Yeah, Christoff, I am happy. But what about you? Tell me about your new girlfriend.”
“Well, since you asked. Her name is Arianna Turlington. She’s a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model.”
“I know who Arianna Turlington is. I like her!”
“Really?” Christoff asked incredulously.
“Yeah, I have never met her, but I’ve been following her career from the beginning. She’s a beautiful girl, and she actually seems really cool in interviews. I can’t believe you’re dating Arianna! Isn’t she only twenty years old?”
“Yeah, she’s young, but we get along.” Christoff blushed.
“What could you possibly want with a girl nine years younger than you?” Christoff smirked and averted his eyes. “Wait. Don’t answer that. I don’t think I want to know.” We both laughed. I was surprisingly accepting of Christoff’s relationship. I cared about him so much, I was glad he was happy. And I really was a big Arianna Turlington fan. She seemed pretty awesome. I really wanted to meet her, but I knew that would be a horrible idea. She would probably sense the affection I had for Christoff and it would cause trouble for everyone. Deep inside, I wished that Christoff was single, but if he must be taken, I was glad it was by someone who seemed cool.
“Hey, get your mind out of the gutter,” Christoff chided playfully.
“What can I say? My mind always goes there when I’m with you.” I smiled.
“Gia, I miss you.” Christoff grabbed my hand and squeezed. A profound desire glistened in his sapphire eyes. I looked away so he couldn't sense the depth of my longing for him.
I squeezed his hand in return. “We should get back to the party, Christoff.”
“Good idea, Gia. I don’t want to do something that either of us will regret later.”
Christoff led the way out of the gallery and down the dimly lit corridor. I tried not to let him see that I was smiling from ear to ear. I was so in awe of him. I glanced up at him, and he was smiling, too. We really did bring out the best in each other. When we entered the dining hall, mostly everyone was seated an
d it looked like salads had been served.
“Where’s your table?” Christoff asked.
“I’m in the front, near the podium. You?”
“I’m in the back, near the service entrance. It must be nice to be here with one of the top donors of the evening.”
“Christoff, don’t do that.”
“Can I walk you to your table?”
“No, that’s not a good idea. You should get back to Arianna, and I need to get back to Trevor.”
“Whatever you want, Gia. I really do hope you’re happy. I mean that,” Christoff said as he pulled me into his embrace. His touch lingered.
“It was really nice to see you.”
“You too.” Christoff kissed me lightly on the cheek and walked toward the back of the room.
I stood frozen as I watched him make his way to his table. Watching him walk away brought back memories of all the times I watched him walk away from me in the past. I wondered why I was always letting go of him when I knew he was the man that completed me. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. It didn’t matter now, too much time had passed. He was with Arianna and I was with Trevor, so we couldn’t be together anyway. I felt Trevor’s eyes on me as I got closer to our table. He was turned all the way around in his seat, watching me walk toward him. I wondered how long he had been watching me. His brow was furrowed and his jaw was clenched. I didn’t even have to wonder. I knew he had seen me with Christoff.
“Giavanna, where the hell have you been?” Trevor inquired sharply through clenched teeth.
“I ran into an old friend.” I tried to play it cool as I nodded at everyone at our table before smoothing my dress and taking my seat.
Trevor leaned in close. “I told you to stay right here while I took care of something, but you defied me. I’m going to punish you for this as soon as we get home,” he growled in my ear.
“Understood.” For once, I welcomed Trevor’s punishment, because I knew that I deserved it. I was hoping that whatever he was going to do to me would alleviate some of the guilt I was feeling for allowing myself to get lost in Christoff’s presence.
Trevor was charming and charismatic throughout the entire evening. It always baffled me how he could be so personable and gregarious in public, yet so dark and brooding in private. It seemed he had two very distinct personalities. I enjoyed all of him, but I often wondered which one was the real him.
We rode home in silence. I always enjoyed the chilled champagne that awaited us in the Maybach, especially tonight. Part of me was nervous about what Trevor had in store for me, but there was a very visceral part of me that was excited.
By the time we arrived home, Trevor still hadn’t said a word to me. I wondered what was going on in his head. The tension between us was palpable. I was feeling warm and bubbly from the champagne, but chills went down my spine as soon as he closed the door behind us. There was a darkness in his deep, brown eyes that put me on edge.
“Let’s go to my bedroom.” His voice was cold and direct. I couldn’t help but notice that he said “my” bedroom instead of “our” bedroom. My heart raced as I obediently followed his directives. “Who was that guy you were talking to tonight?” he prodded. I knew he recognized Christoff from the industry and that he was only asking to try and get information out of me. It made me uncomfortable.
“I told you, it was an old friend.” My voice quivered.
“Just what exactly do you mean by friend?” The venom in his tone made my hair stand on end. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Trevor held up his hand to silence me. “You know what, doesn’t matter. The point is you will not defy me again, Giavanna. When you are with me, you are with me and only me, do you understand?”
“Yes, Trevor.”
“Are you ready to accept your punishment?”
“Yes, Trevor.” I felt so guilty about flirting with Christoff that I was almost in tears.
“Good.” Trevor grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. I gasped as he pressed his hardness into me. He brought his lips to mine and drove his tongue into my mouth. I moaned as he nibbled my bottom lip. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, and he clamped it between his teeth and sucked on it. The sensation gave me goosebumps.
He continued kissing me as he unzipped my dress and peeled it off of my trembling body. He cupped both my breasts in his hands as his mouth traveled to my neck. He pinched my nipples and bit my neck at the same time. It made my clit throb. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt as he continued to suck on my neck. I felt my blood rush to the surface just below my skin.
“Bend over across the bed,” Trevor commanded as he threw his button-down shirt to the floor and peeled off his undershirt.
My body was pulsing with fear, anticipation, and desire. I obediently walked over to the bed and bent over with my feet on the floor and my forearms on the comforter. “Wait. Let me look at you first. Stand up.” I stood up, sucked in my stomach, and arched my back. I was self-conscious just having him stand there and stare at me. I was completely nude except for my silver heels and the diamond collar. His eyes roamed all over my body. He had an aching hunger in his gaze. “You look stunning, Giavanna. I almost don’t want to punish you. But if I let you get away with flirting with other men, you’ll never respect me.”
He squeezed my breast before taking my nipple in his mouth and feverishly sucking on it. His fingertips lightly grazed over my stomach and my lower abdomen. The combination of the forceful stimulation of my nipples and the feathery light touches just below my belly button almost sent me over the edge. I let out a ragged breath as he slid his body down my torso and flicked his tongue across my clit. My knees buckled and I whimpered as I lowered my weight down onto his face.
He abruptly stopped licking me. “Keep it together, Giavanna. You aren’t allowed to come until I say you’re allowed to come. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I ached for his tongue to return to my body.
“Good. Now bend over. I’m going to spank you. Get on the bed on all fours.”
I did exactly as he instructed. I felt him standing behind me as I backed myself to the edge of the bed. He grabbed my hips and thrust into me hard. I could feel his throbbing cock through his pants. He continued to press against my naked bottom. He grunted as he tightened his grip on my hips and pulled me into him. I was dripping wet for him. He ran his hands up my thighs and caressed my bottom. He started teasing me with feather-light strokes that gave me chills. He slapped my ass three times before massaging me with firm, deep strokes. My heart was racing and I was writhing with desire.
He swatted my bottom again, harder this time, then he hit me five times in a row with a methodical rhythm. I gasped each time his hand came in contact with my skin. He bent over and began kissing and licking my bottom as he rubbed where I felt my skin turning red. I moaned as the sensual sensations overwhelmed me.
He bit the fleshiest part of my bottom before swatting me over and over again. He alternated between stroking, swatting and biting my bottom until I was so aroused that my silky wetness was running down my legs. He licked my inner thighs and the outer folds of my womanhood as he reached between my legs and lightly tapped my clit from behind. I cried out his name as I collapsed onto the bed and began touching myself. I was right on the brink of an orgasm.
“No, Giavanna. Remember, this is punishment. Now stop it.” I disobeyed Trevor’s orders as I continued lying on my stomach with my hand sandwiched between my clit and the bed. I slipped a finger inside myself and my breathing became rapid. Trevor grabbed my hand and I writhed with frustration. He moaned as he sucked on my middle finger and my index finger. “Mmmm, you taste delicious. I would love to put my face down there, but I don’t want to reward you for disobeying me. In fact, you’ve earned yourself another spanking. Now back up on all fours.”
I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I just wanted him to fuck me already. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to punish me.
“But this
time,” he said, “I’m not going to use my hand. My hand is tired, and besides, I think you are quite ready for a more severe form of discipline. I’m going to use my belt.”
I heard Trevor undo his belt and slide it out of the belt loops. He cracked the leather and the sound resounded throughout the entire room. It made my heart skip a beat. My eyes were shut tight and I was holding my breath.
“Giavanna, I need you to breathe. Take a deep breath. I’m going to swat you twelve times; three times for disobeying me and continuing to touch yourself when I told you to stop; three times for leaving the table when I told you to stay put at dinner; and six times for flirting with your so-called friend.” He practically spat the word “friend.” “Then, after that, we’ll be done. I’ll give you a massage to cool down.”
My heart was racing and adrenalin was pumping through my entire body. My nipples were hard, my clit was throbbing, and all of my hair was standing on end. I had never had a sexual experience like this before. I was both excited and tortured beyond belief. Trevor’s punishment was definitely working. Ever since we had walked into the bedroom, I couldn’t think of anything but him. This was one of the first times in my life I wasn’t thinking about the should’ve-could’ve-would’ves of the past or the what-ifs of the future. I was fully present in the moment with Trevor. I could hear my own heartbeat resonate inside of my ears, and I was concentrating on every breath. It seemed as if time stood still.
He brought the belt down across my bottom. I gasped in shock.
“One,” he grunted. I inhaled sharply and he struck me again. The sensation jolted through my entire body. I was shaking. “Two.” His voice sounded cold. He brought down the belt harder this time and it stung. “Three.” He struck me again, and it was a pain like no other.
“Fuck!” I grunted.
He placed a supportive hand on my shoulder. “Four.”
I didn’t think I could take anymore, but I didn’t want to show weakness. I wanted to prove to him I could handle him. I wanted to satisfy him more than any woman ever had. And tonight, I really did deserve what he was giving to me, so I didn’t want to tap out early. He brought down the belt once more. It cracked against my skin.
