by S Gonzalez
He gives me a crocked grin as the waiter approaches our table to pour the wine. The needed interruption breaks the tension between us. For the next two hours we talk as we eat and drink wine. Relaxing into steady conversation, dinner goes by much smoother now that the cards are on the table.
After leaving the restaurant stuffed to the gills, Dominic arranges for a horse and buggy to drive us around the park. We hold hands and giggle like teenagers until the buggy stops near the entrance of the park. Dominic climbs out of the carriage first and instead of reaching for my hand, my date grabs by my waist and slowly lowers me to the ground.
“This was nice, Dominic. Thank you. I had a great time tonight,” I tell him while leaning in to kiss his cheek.
“That sounds like a kiss off. Is our date over?” He questions.
“No…not if you don’t want it to be…I thought…” I am confused again; I don’t know what he wants or expects. And men say women give off mixed signals.
“You didn’t major in English, did you Emma? You are not very articulate.” He laughs, because yet again I can’t manage to vocally finish a thought when I am around him. “Besides, I want to see how the other half lives. If I am going to be a rich rock star, I want to see what a fancy Park Avenue apartment looks like.” Oh he’s good. He is trying to get me home without acting like this wasn’t the plan all along. Well, I can play, too.
“Maybe I should take a rain check. You’re going to keep me up late tomorrow, and I have had a busy day.” I tell him coyly. I stare at the ground but lift my eyes, looking out the top of my lashes. He is smirking at me; he knows my game.
“We’ve played this game before,” he mutters.
Dominic pulls me in close; we are chest to chest. He puts his finger under my chin, tilting my head up to meet his lips. But doesn’t kiss me. He whispers against my lips, “but this time I intend to get you naked, Sweetness.” He kisses me easy at first but then harder and more dominating as I drag my hands up his back.
“Get a room.” Someone yells from a passing taxi. We pull apart slightly and laugh into each other’s mouths still kissing.
“Let’s go. I really don’t want to take you on a park bench. Not this time anyway.” He winks then pulls me forward. I am elated at his request to go back to my apartment. We hail a cab and within minutes we are standing in front of Hill Tower.
“This is where you live?” Dominic’s eyes drag up the front of the building as he makes a whistling sound of approval. “Your dad bought you an apartment here?”
“Something like that,” I say as the doorman opens the front door. We enter the empty lobby hand in hand. The guard at the front desk nods at me but doesn’t say a word. When safely in the elevator car, Dominic grabs me from behind and starts kissing the back of my neck.
If there is a god, he will make this elevator breakdown right now.
On the 20th floor the doors open to reveal a very handsome man dressed in a three-piece suit. He is slightly older than Dominic, but equally as beautiful in a completely opposite kind of way. He has light caramel colored skin, wavy brown hair, and light brown eyes. I feel Dominic tense up behind me while the man pauses before entering.
“Mr. Hernandez,” Dominic greets as he steps around me, “So nice to see you again.” Dominic extends his hand but makes no attempt to introduce us. The man shakes it firmly while Dominic holds the door open.
“Mr. Ross. Nice to see you as well.” The man takes a half step back to look at the top of the elevator door. “You are not going down?” Dominic steps back into the elevator and pulls me close, giving me a mischievous smile.
“Not yet.” Dominic winks at the man then shrugs at me while the doors close. I can’t believe he just said that to a stranger. I gape at him in shock. “What?” He says while nipping at my shoulder. Before I can respond the doors open again on my floor.
“This is me.” I take his hand, practically pulling him down the hallway. He is taking in the decadence of it all the same way Wanda and I did. To someone who hasn’t been around wealth all their life, I can see how this can be somewhat intimidating.
“I think I can get used to this.”
“You ain’t seen anything yet. Wait ‘til you see my room.” I remark while I pull out my keys to open the front door.
No sooner than I get my key in the lock, Dominic spins me around and pushes me up against the hard wooden door. He attacks my mouth with rough passionate kisses right here in the hallway. Bending slightly to find the bare skin on the backs of my thighs he runs his hands higher and higher until both hands are firmly on the cheeks of my ass. His hands squeeze a little too rough for my liking but something about the feeling of his bare skin on mine, feels so right.
Sliding one hand back down my thigh he lifts my left knee up and pulls it around his waist. His body settles in closer and holds me in place against the door. With the closer connection his erection pulses against me through the light fabric of my panties. With his other hand he slides my panties to the side and slips a single finger inside me. I moan my enjoyment into his mouth as he continues to kiss me. My back bangs against the door while I grind myself into his palm trying to increase the friction; needing him to keep going.
“I knew you would feel good,” he starts to say. I know what he is going to do. This is the same as the last night we saw each other. He lowers my leg, pulling his finger out of me, then slips it into his mouth before whispering, “and I knew you would still taste as good as I remember.”
My face is on fire. Hell, my whole body is on fire. When he leans in for another kiss the door to the apartment opens causing me to fall flat on my ass. Dominic tries to catch me but fails and almost falls right on top of me in the process. Luckily, he broke his fall with his hand on the door jam.
I see Wanda standing over me with wide eyes, wearing blue pajamas with fluffy clouds. “Emma, I’m sorry. I thought someone was knocking on the door. I heard banging. Are you okay?” Dominic joins me in laughing and offers me his hand to help me off the floor.
“Its ok. We were just…whatever, I’m fine. I don’t think you two have met. Wanda Lopez this is Dominic-,” It just occurred to me that I don’t know Dominic’s last name. “Sorry, Dominic I don’t know your last name.”
“Ross. Dominic Ross. Pleased to meet you.” Ross, I’ve heard of him before but from where. Maybe the man from the elevator?
“Pleased to meet you too, Dominic.” She turns to me. “And what do you mean you don’t know his last name. You have been pining away for this guy for years and you don’t know his last name.” Really Wanda? Pining? My face turns red in humiliation.
“Pining away for me, huh…” He tilts his head, clearly enjoying Wanda’s statement. I see an unknown emotion flicker across his face. He turns his stare to Wanda. “In her defense I don’t know her last name either. We didn’t do much talking when we…dated a few years back.” Dated? Who the hell dated? I guess that ‘dated’ comment was more for Wanda’s piece of mind.
“Well than, let me do the honors. Dominic Ross, Emma Hill. Now if you two will excuse me, I will be going to my room to unpack. I will be sure to turn on my IPod to drown out the moaning. You kids have a wonderful evening.” Wanda winks at us then turns to walk down the hall.
“Emma Hill. As in Hill Tower? As in daughter of, Martin Hill, of Hill Marketing Agency. That Emma Hill?” His look changes to panic as he runs his hands through his hair.
“Yes, yes, yes, and yes. Why?”
“Your father’s company is doing all the promotional stuff for our new album. The man by the elevator, you know who he is?” He looked as if he just got caught doing something wrong.
“No. I don’t know him. Many of the HMA employees live here. Does he work for my father?” What’s the big deal?
“Work for your father! He runs the whole damn company. He took on this project himself and my bands future is riding on that man.” He points to the door. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he cautiously drops his arm. “And…oh
god…I just basically told him I was going to go down on his bosses daughter.”
He’s scared, actually scared. That’s silly. They can’t do anything to him just because we have sex. “Dominic, calm down. Even if he does tell my father about your off color comment, my father won’t pull your account. I am a grown woman. And besides, that company will be mine one day. That, Mr. Whoever, may run the show now but I won’t let anything happen to you, or your band. I will personally see to it that you guys all get the best promotional tour money can buy,” I reassure him, but he still looks nervous.
I yank him closer to me by his belt. His lips twitch up to a shy grin. “Now, since you have already made rude comments, detailing what is going to happen tonight, to a perfect stranger, I fully expect you to maintain my expectations.”
Dominic’s pupils dilate as I run my one hand north and the other south. In a moment of braveness, I cup his length in my hand through his pants. He kisses me enthusiastically and forces his hips forward, forcing himself into my hand. His hands are laced in my hair, holding my head in place.
“So. Where. Is this. Bedroom. Of yours,” he breathes between kisses.
I turn and practically run down the hall, not for a second trying to hide my eagerness. Dominic, not far behind, shuts the door. I hear the click of the lock behind me as I look at the city below through the wall-to-wall windows. I turn and watch him, my heart pounding against my chest. He stands in front of the door, taking in the entire room, then darts his eyes back to me. His suggestive smile does things to my body, my brain can’t even register. The pulsing between my legs can’t be ignored any longer. I need him, I need him now.
“You’re right. This room is incredible. You can see everything through these windows.” He walks toward me causing my heart to thump harder and harder with each step. “But the view in here is much better.” His presence is intoxicating. When he stands in front of me with that ‘this is going to be fun’ look in his eye, I feel like melting into the floor.
Dominic reaches both hands behind my neck, searching for my zipper. He slowly unzips my dress but stops about half way down my back. He grabs my hand and walks me over to the couch near the windows; but doesn’t say a word. He pulls his IPod out of his pants pocket silently asking where he can play it. I shrug my shoulders and point to my desk.
“Stay here. And don’t take that dress off,” He warns. Dominic walks away to where the docking station is. He looks just as good going as he does coming.
There are speakers in the ceiling near the corners of the room that will play whatever he chooses, once he sets his iPod in the docking station. A melody from an acoustic guitar plays a soothing beat that I cannot place.
After taking a quick glance in my direction, he sits at the desk chair and removes his shoes and socks. As he walks toward me he removes his belt, dropping it on the floor near the bed, and untucks his shirt. His eyes never leave mine as he advances.
Still silent, he walks past me and moves the table between the couches, off to the side. When he stands behind me I can feel his warm breath on my neck. As the anticipation of his touch builds I’m afraid I am going to combust before this goes any further. His fingers gently graze my neck before he kisses the trail his fingers left.
Oh my god, I can’t take this much longer.
“What is this music?” I ask. He smiles against my skin. It is as though he was hopping I would ask.
“Do you like it?” He kisses my neck again, “I wrote it last night after you left the club. I am going to call it, Sweetness.” I can feel him grinning against bare skin as he speaks. “There are no words yet but I was hopping you-could-help-me-with-that.” He breathes between nips on my neck and shoulders.
Dominic pulls me in closer. I can feel the ridges of his chest against my back. My hands intuitively go behind my back to unzip my dress the rest of the way.
“Hold on,” he stops me, while grabbing my wrists from behind my back. “I want you to take this off slowly, to the rhythm of the music. When I play this song, I want to imagine you, at this moment, putting on a show just for me.”
Holy hell, I can’t do that. Can I? I have never done anything like this before. As exciting as it sounds I don’t know if I can perform for him. I swallow hard and nod as he takes a step back. Even though I have my doubts about this, he will be gone in two days. So what the hell.
“Hold that thought.” My eyes widen in anticipation. I walk over to the button near the bed and press it so the electric blinds to the windows close. I then walk over to the large panel of lights and attempt to dim them enough so I am not fully illuminated when I embarrass myself.
Swallowing hard, I silently give myself a pep talk. Man up, Hill. In two days he will be gone, and you can chalk this up to, one cool ass thing you did, once. A few deep breaths later, I will myself to walk back to the couch. Dominic is smirking seductively in anticipation; sitting on the couch in a laid back position, both arms draped over the top.
“Just so you know, I have never put on a strip tease for anyone before. I doubt I can live up to your expectations.”
“I don’t care. As long as the end result is that dress on the floor, we’re good. I just need some inspiration for those lonely nights on the road.”
I drop my head and take a deep cleansing breath to muster up the courage to do this. My face is hot and flushed. I can feel Dominic’s eyes boring into my skin like laser beams.
“This is humiliating.” I think to myself.
I stride over to him and shake my hips to the rhythm of the music, feeling like a total ass. I run my hands down the sides of my body and up my back to locate the zipper. The only inspiration I can channel is the scene from, True Lies, where Jamie Lee Curtis strips for her husband.
I spread my feet wider apart and throw caution to the wind. If I am going to do this, I better go big. As I begin to slowly unzip my dress I see Dominic adjust his pants and broaden his sitting position. The look on his face is lascivious. Some of my self-consciousness fades, knowing I’m doing that to him. I am turning him on. Me. Right now, only me.
I turn around so my back is to him. I glance over my shoulder and sweep the straps off, causing the dress to fall to the floor. I step out of my dress and kick it to the side as gracefully as I can, without tripping. The song starts again. I shake my hips as my hands slid down the sides of my thighs. Bending as low as I can go, I pop my ass up in the air and straighten my legs while my torso is still bent at the hip. I slowly glide my hands from my ankles all the way up to my neck and through my hair.
With my eyes fixed on the wall in front of me, instead of the god like creature behind me, I sway to the music with my newfound confidence. I remove the clip in my hair and toss my wavy blond hair to one side of my shoulder. I reach behind my back to unclasp my lacy, white bra with one hand while holding in the front with my forearm arm so it doesn’t fall off. I put both hands on the cups and spin around to face Dominic who looks like he is ready to explode.
Oh, this is fun. My subconscious is clapping and jumping in her seat like a kid at Christmas.
I reposition my forearm across my chest still not wanting to reveal what is underneath. Since I am a very full C cup, it is difficult to slide down the straps with one hand. Still not wanting to uncover what god gave me, I slip one arm off at a time, allowing the bra to fall to the floor in front of me before sinking to my knees and crawling between his legs.
He bites his bottom lip as I scoot closer, running my hands up his thighs to the top of his pants. I can feel his bulge in my palm as my fingers slip his zipper down. I unbutton his shirt from the bottom up and kiss his chest through the parted material as I do. When his chest is fully exposed, I notice his nipple piercings are gone. I look up at him as I pinch his nipples, silently asking where they are.
“Not appropriate for a romantic dinner,” he replies in a gravely voice before waving me on to continue.
I pinch his nipples again and he moans in response. While continuing to kiss down h
is rock hard torso until I get to his happy trail, I grab the top of his pants and urge them down. He lifts his hips to assist me. I pull them all the way down to his knees and then remove them completely, one leg at a time. I reposition myself between his legs as I admire his length with my hands. Even with two hands stacked on each other, the full tip peaks out the top of my grip.
I lick my lips in appreciation, and then lower them to his shaft; watching his expression through the tops of my lashes. My moist lips glide over his smooth tip before I at take his full girth into my mouth. Dominic’s head tips back and his eyes close as he savors the feeling of my mouth on his body. Swirling my tongue around his crown, Dominic’s hisses through his teeth at the sensation. I slowly run my lips down as far as I can take him without gagging. As I lift my head I tighten the grip around my lips and suck him hard but slow. Giving him pleasure is just as much a turn on for me as it is for him. “Fuck, Emma. That feels good.”
With his words urging me on I get a sudden craving to continue. I quicken my pace thrusting my hands up and down. Taking him in my mouth, further then my mouth will allow slightly gagging at the last few strokes.
“That’s enough, Sweetness. I want to feel you.” He grabs me by my upper arms and stands me up while still sitting. He slips my panties down my legs and holds them up to his face to smell them.
What the hell?
He pulls my hips forward and I bend my knees on the couch so I am sitting astride him. While holding my waist he tells me to guide him inside me. Firmly holding him in my hand I run the head between my wet folds before positioning him at my entrance.
Dominic is making it clear by the grip on my hips that he will control the pace. With every inch he enters me his face shows restrain. I don’t know if he is being easy just to prolong this, but this slow pace is torture. Delicious torture, but torture nonetheless. I gasp, enjoying the feeling of him filling me to the hilt. He bites his bottom lip again trying to gage my reaction as pleasure or pain.
