The Power of Salvation

by Passarelli, Caterina

  “I, uh, I need to use the restroom.” I toss my napkin on the table and stand up.

  “Ariana, if you take out that vibrator, you will be punished.”

  “Excuse me sir. I didn’t know I signed up for some BDSM stuff here. Maybe I want to be the dominant in this relationship?”

  He gets in a good laugh before clicking his phone to increase the speed of the pulsing. I nearly fall over, stumbling into our table as I clench my legs tightly. I’m sweating here. My fall gains our table more attention from the fellow diners as all eyes flock to us. My face must be as red as my pasta sauce; I dash towards the ladies room trying to keep my head low.

  Throwing the bathroom door open, I almost run straight into an older woman who gasps in shock at my high rate of speed. I apologize for nearly giving her a heart attack as I run into the nearest open stall where I take some deep breaths. The pulsing between my legs is still happening, and I shimmy my tight dress up my body with a plan to remove it.

  But as my hand moves to my panties, I touch the vibrator applying a little pressure to where it’s hitting my clit. I feel a tightness in my stomach and my legs are nearly at the point of collapsing but I hang on. I will not pull this out and get “punished.”

  But he didn’t say anything about giving myself an orgasm. I shut my eyes and focus completely on the vibrator. I feel it change from pulsing to vibrating and I let out a quiet moan. Oh it’s so nice. It’s even nicer to know that Luke is on the other end, controlling my vibrations.

  Closer and closer I get to pure ecstasy. I feel like my breath is shorting and just when I know I’m going to come, the vibrations stop.

  No more. Nada. Niente. The fuck?

  How did he know? I open my eyes and quickly scan the bathroom making sure he’s not standing in here. Nope, it’s empty.

  Well now I’m pissed. I was so freaking close to enjoying myself in this stupid bathroom and now I have to go back out there to see his smug face, knowing he’s a big tease.

  I walk out of the stall with the vibrator still inside my panties and I’m pissed about that too. Taking a look in the mirror, I see my face flushed. My hair is sticking to my neck like I’ve just run a marathon, so I pull it up into a high ponytail. I reapply some lipstick and splash myself with a little water to cool off.

  I’m going back out there and I’m not taking any more shit. It’s game time. I strut my stuff all the way back to our table where I see our dinner plates cleared and a piece of strawberry cheesecake waiting for me.

  Don’t be tricked by the dessert, Ariana. Stand your ground.

  But that cheesecake looks so damn good.

  No, focus.

  “Thank you for ordering me cheesecake,” I say in the most monotone voice I can muster. There’s no smile on my face; instead, I force a frown as I bring the delicious looking forkful of cake to my lips. This is going to be a challenge.

  “You’re very welcome sweetheart. You were in the restroom for a long time. Is everything okay?”

  I finish chewing what turns out to be the best cheesecake I’ve ever eaten—which I will not be telling this big jerk.

  “Do you always ask your dates about their bathroom habits? Do you want a play-by-play?”

  He laughs at my ridiculousness, and I can see by the smirk reaching his eyes that he’s on to my sassy attitude.

  “Can I get you two anything else tonight?” Our waiter swoops in, breaking the tension coming off my body and clearing my dessert plate away. I inhaled that cheesecake like it was my job. I’m going to need to throw in an extra workout DVD tomorrow to make up for this dinner … okay and the last week that I haven’t worked out either.

  “No I believe we are all set. Thank you for your excellent service,” Luke says, picking up the black bill holder. Our waiter’s face lights up at the compliment, which must mean a lot coming from a guy like Luke, who he was trying to impress all night.

  When the waiter is out of hearing distance I say, “I thought you didn’t do compliments. That was kind of you to make the waiter’s night.”

  “It was nothing,” Luke says, brushing off the entire exchange as he helps me into my coat.

  Back in the car I feel like we’re racing towards Luke’s penthouse. I don’t know what the hell he’s in a hurry for—he wasn’t the one left hot and bothered in a restaurant bathroom. He’s also not the one with a sex toy still inside of him.

  “I didn’t know this was a racing Jaguar.” Luke looks over at me with a serious expression, clearly missing my lame attempt at a joke. “Why are you driving so fast?”

  And then he surprises me. “I started something in that restaurant that I plan to finish thoroughly.”

  “Are you talking about …?”

  Before I can even finish my thought, he says, “You. I saw how you came out of that bathroom.”

  “Came out of the bathroom? That’s a joke, I didn’t come at all,” I say with a laugh.

  He gives me a devilish expression, “I could tell you were angry. I didn’t want you to be upset. I just wanted to get you ready. That was a mistake. I’ll be righting this situation soon.”

  “So you won’t be punishing me?”

  “You can still get on the punishment list in between right now and when I’m sinking my cock deep inside you.”

  Well alright then. I squeeze my thighs together at his delicious threat. We drive back to his apartment in silence as I try to think of what him punishing me would really consist of—maybe I want to try that? I’ll keep that thought to myself for now until I’m a little more comfortable with everything.

  As soon as he pulls his car into the reserved parking spot we are both dashing out of the doors and rushing towards the private elevator. We fly into his penthouse and practically throw ourselves into his master bedroom.

  “Wait, give me a minute,” Luke says, as he goes into the bathroom leaving me high and dry yet again. If he didn’t give that little “thoroughly finish” speech in the car I would seriously have a complex about his feelings for me. “Okay, get in here.”

  “I’ve already been teased in a bathroom once tonight. If you do this again, I’m going to cut off your balls and I will not surgically put them back on.”

  I hear him chuckle as I push open the door. The hue from the vanilla candles he’s lit covering the countertops gives the otherwise dim bathroom a glow.

  Through the glass double door shower I see Luke standing inside waiting for me just how I like him. Completely naked. I frantically strip off my clothes—leaving the vibrator inside for him to give me permission to remove. The temperature must be hot as the room is filling with steam. I pull open the door and step inside.

  “Hi,” I say coyly. Suddenly the sassy attitude has left as quickly as she came.

  “Hi to you too,” he says, stepping closer, reaching for my hip to pull me the rest of the way towards him. “I see you’ve been a good girl and left in your toy.”

  I let the good girl comment slide because I like where this is going. He slides his hand down my stomach and cups my sex before gently pulling the vibrator out of me. I feel like a part of me is missing and I want that part to be filled by his cock … now.

  Luke places the vibrator to the side. I stare into his hazel eyes and lick my lips waiting for what he’s promised. And I don’t have to wait long at all; he’s on me in a second. His tongue dips into my willing mouth as we explore our dripping wet bodies with our roaming hands. Running my hands up his broad chest and around the back of his neck, I pull him in as close to me as I can get. His hard cock presses into my belly. Taking my eager hands down to meet his waiting manhood, but before I can stroke it, he pulls away from me.

  “You’ve had a long night. You first darling.”

  And just like that he backs me up against the shower wall and kneels down in front of me. The sight of him with water droplets covering his muscles could make me orgasm if I stared long enough.

  He doesn’t give me that option.

  Luke reaches up to ma
ssage my breast before pressing his lips to trail kisses up my inner thighs. Sensations of arousal roll through my body. Heaven. Luke removes his mouth from my legs to rub his thumb over my sensitive spot as my back arches off the wall. “Yes, Luke.”

  I hear myself pant out, sounding so desperate, but I’m not the slightest bit ashamed. Before I have the chance to keep begging, Luke puts his mouth on my pussy and sucks, and then he sticks out his tongue, twirling it around and around and around my clit. Pressure builds again, just like when I was in the bathroom earlier. But this time it’s much different.

  This time it’s not a machine rocking through my body. It’s Luke—the man of my dreams—hitting every nerve in just the way he can. Grinding my hips into his mouth, it’s a magnificent sight to see him between my thighs as he nibbles away where I need him the most.

  Luke picks up one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder to change our angle. And just like that I’m hypersensitive and tingling with absolute desire.

  “You look ravishing. I love the look on your face, knowing how much you want this,” Luke growls before he tastes my entrance with such force I need to hold on to his head for balance.

  “I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

  He stops just long enough to say, “I want you to come baby,” before he gets back to sucking, nipping, and lapping.

  “I want to come with you inside of me,” I plead. Luke stops and stands back up. I grab his face, forcing it close to mine to kiss him. Tasting myself on his tongue and it drives me wild. I’ve never imagined wanting a man to do what Luke does to me, but now I know I never want him to stop. Ever.

  With both of my feet back on the floor, I steady myself by pulling him closer to me by his rock hard ass. He kisses me while his cock presses eagerly against my stomach. I grind myself against it as best as I can because of our height difference, and it feels like a torture.

  “Stop teasing me,” I moan, closing my eyes to take in the sensations of all the feelings … hot water spraying against my body, his muscles wrapped around me, my throbbing clit, my want, my need.

  He doesn’t make me beg again when he asks me to turn around and spread my legs. My eyes go wide at the idea of what he plans to do. What could he need back there?

  Luke senses my shock and reassures me, “No, not that … yet. I would never do anything like that without talking about it first.”

  I trust him when he says that. Turning around like he asked, I widen my stance, wiggling my butt out to give him a little show. He gently slaps my ass and we both laugh at our playfulness.

  “This ass should be illegal, it’s too perfect,” he growls into my ear before grabbing a handful of one of my butt cheeks. The fact that he likes what he sees turns me on even more.

  “Ready?” he asks from behind me as one of his hands grips my hip and the other guides his cock towards my entrance.

  “Yes,” I pant.

  I stand on my tiptoes so he can slide his cock inside and then I adjust to find just the right angle for this doggy style to work. Luke pumps himself in and out while I hold on to the wall in front of me, rocking back into him as much as I can. His cock is hitting me inside in just the right way that I see stars.

  Luke lets out a growl as he grips my hips so tight as he fucks me. I can’t take much more—my arms shake from basically holding up my body that’s quickly giving out on me.

  “Ariana,” he commands just as we both bliss out on each other.

  I can’t help but smile as I think about how upset I was earlier in that bathroom to be greatly surprised in this one.

  Luke and I stumble to his cozy bed and curl up together. It feels so heavenly to have someone next to me. But as I lay here my mind drifts to worry. I can’t help be on edge wondering if I’ll wake up to find him still there. I have yet to experience that.

  Chapter twenty-one

  Waking up without Luke yet again instantly pisses me off. I roll over to grab my phone to see it’s only 9 a.m. on a Saturday—it’s not even like I sleep in late! But before I can pout for too long, Luke is walking into the bedroom in sweaty gym clothes again. Okay, if this is how I’m going to see him first thing in the morning, I’m not going to bitch about him leaving the bed. He looks damn good.

  “Want to grab some breakfast?” Luke asks as he strips off his sweaty shirt. It’s not until he waves his hand in front of my face that I realize I was just staring at his chest and tattoos without answering.

  I laugh in embarrassment. “Yes, breakfast, let’s do that.”

  “Give me a few minutes to take a quick shower.”

  I stand up and search around for my clothes. I should really leave some clothes here so that I don’t have to do a ‘walk of shame’ to the breakfast place.

  Wait. I want to leave some clothes here?

  The thought makes me extremely uncomfortable. I don’t know if that’s because I don’t want to be the girl who needs to leave stuff at a man’s house or because I’m terrified Luke would laugh in my face if I ask him.

  “What’s the matter?” Luke asks, walking out of the bathroom completely naked as he heads towards his walk-in closet.

  “Nothing,” I quickly reply, dismissing the whole idea. I think we’re a long way off from leaving clothes at each other’s place—that should be a conversation for another day. He doesn’t push me to answer and I appreciate that.

  When we are both dressed, we head out the door. I’m happy to see my walk of shame isn’t very far. Directly across the street from his penthouse is the Stone Vana Hotel, which I hear has a killer restaurant with a brunch menu worthy of taking food pictures of. That’s what I need right now. Not food pictures, but food worthy of them.

  “Can I get you something to drink?” a cute waitress asks, approaching our table. “Luke?”

  Luke peers up from his menu and he smiles at whoever this waitress is he knows. “Chelsea, it’s good to see you. How are you?”

  She fiddles with her ticket pad, looking a bit nervous to be talking to Luke. “I’m doing great, thank you. I can’t wait to start on Monday.”

  Start what on Monday?

  I want to ask, but I’m the third wheel in this conversation. It’s then I take a good look at this Chelsea … a leggy blonde with curves in all the right places.

  “I’m so sorry, you guys came here to eat, I shouldn’t bore you. Can I get you something to drink?” Chelsea asks now with a regained confidence that she clearly did not have two seconds ago.

  “We’ll each take a coffee,” Luke answers.

  Chelsea turns around, strutting away from our table with her hips swaying in all the right ways. I watch as men and women turn their necks to watch her.

  “Who was that?” I ask with a little edge in my voice.

  “That was Chelsea,” Luke says without even looking up from his menu. Is this really all he’s going to give me? Why doesn’t he understand when a hot blonde is chatting him up he needs to tell me a little more about her?

  “I got that much. You want to tell me anything else about her? Maybe why you didn’t introduce me?”

  I put my menu down on the table to hopefully signal that I want to have a chat about what’s happening here. Luke looks up from his menu but doesn’t put it with mine on the table. Apparently, my hint was not taken.

  “She’s my new intern. She starts on Monday.”

  He’s going to be working with her?

  He’s going to be her boss. Her hot dreamy boss.

  How often are they going to be working together?

  How close does he get with his interns?

  Are all of his interns this pretty?

  Am I losing my shit for no reason?

  My mind is going crazy and Luke is not even paying attention. Before I can ask any questions, Chelsea is back at our table with two cups of coffee and smiling from ear-to-ear.

  “Thank you Chelsea. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Ariana, Luke’s girlfriend,” I say, taking the cup from her. And just as the words leave my
mouth I want to punch myself in the face for saying them. I can’t believe I pulled the ‘I’m the girlfriend’ card in front of another woman. Gross. I hate myself right now.

  Luke looks over at me with a smirk but doesn’t say anything about my obnoxious comment.

  “Nice to meet you, Ariana,” Chelsea’s perky voice takes on a clipped tone. “Are you guys ready to order?” The perky voice is back and just like the waitress at the last hotel bar, she turns her body towards Luke.

  Before I explode or run out of here, I give myself a much-needed pep talk.

  You go home with him.

  You fuck him.

  You know what he’s rocking under the dress shirt he’s wearing right now.

  You spend time with him.

  Why am I giving myself a pep talk?

  Because your man should be reassuring you that his new hot intern doesn’t mean anything to him.

  Oh yeah, that’s a good point. But he’s clearly not doing that.

  We place our orders and Chelsea’s hips don’t lie yet again as she walks towards the kitchen. I sip my coffee and immediately want to scream out because I just burnt the crap out of my tongue, but I refuse to look like a damn fool at this place again. Can this brunch be over with already?

  “What are your plans for the rest of the day?” Luke asks before sipping on his own coffee.

  “That’s what you want to talk about?” I ask in shock, a mix of surprise and annoyance. He doesn’t want to tease me about making myself look like a crazy girlfriend or give me any further details about his intern?

  “Did you have something else in mind?”

  Well, looks like he doesn’t want to address what just happened. And I’m kind of okay with it, considering I looked like an ass.

  “Nope. I have a midnight shift tonight at the hospital. I’m filling in for another resident. This girl takes off so many days; I highly doubt she’ll land any kind of job after this is over. I’m surprised they haven’t terminated her residency but I guess they need all hands on deck.”

  Luke takes in every word as I speak about what I love the most—the hospital—and it makes me happy he pays attention.