by Flite, Nora
I heard a whistle come from the dressing room.
“Are you whistling at yourself?” I called over the door. “How many glasses of champagne have you had?”
“I’ve just found the pièce de résistance of this shopping trip,” she called breezily to me.
“Fantastic, then let’s wrap it up and get out of here. Give me your credit card while you’re at it and I’ll find Amy. Maybe I can salvage a few hours at the office.”
Her black AmEx card came sailing over the door and landed by my foot, followed by the price tag that fluttered down beside it.
Chantel Dressing Gown, Amethyst. $3,885.00
“Are you out of your mind!” I shouted. “No dress is worth that price.”
I was so close to extricating myself from this nightmare. I was minutes away from getting into my car, reporting back to Sergio that the trip had been successful, and having kept my dick safely in my pants the entire time. I didn’t want a fight, I just wanted her to go with the fucking plan, act like an adult for a change. Be just a little reasonable for once.
“It’s not a dress, it's nightwear. Like a bathrobe. I’ve been looking for something like this for ages and I have to have it. So suck it up, I’m getting it,” she said like a little brat.
“Then some of this other shit has to go back,” I growled, pulling up the list I’d been keeping on my phone. “I’ll read you my spreadsheet and you tell me what you can live without. We’ll start subtracting until we get within Sergio’s budget. Let’s start with Gucci Tortoiseshell Sunglasses. That’ll free up about $600. Agree?”
“No,” she said bluntly.
“How about the Brent Black straw hat for,” I couldn’t believe I was reading this correctly, “$900?”
“No.”
I was close to my breaking point. It was like she was trying to make this difficult for me. Hold it together, Rolland, I told myself. I had the AmEx card now and I was in charge. I could wait her out. She had to come out of the dressing room eventually.
But then she did something I hadn’t been expecting.
She threw the door open.
Holy fucking shit, how had I gone my entire life not knowing what a Chantel Dressing Gown was and that it is absolutely worth every penny? My eyes immediately zeroed in on her ass. The gown was a sheer deep purple floral lace, and I could see Tatiana’s white lace thong through it. Raising my eyes to the mirrors, I saw the front of the gown. She wasn’t wearing a bra and the flower print of the lace concealed her nipples. A sash cinched the waist, and the robe parted giving a clear view of her legs. She was practically naked in front of me, and no scenario I’d anticipated included coming face to face with her like this.
Amy’s voice rang into the suite. “Can I help you out with anything else, Ms. Montalla?”
Tatiana's eyes locked on mine. “I’ll just need a few more minutes to finish up,” she called out. “I think I have everything I need.”
When I heard Amy's heels click away, I focused back on the beautiful woman in front of me. How was she so calm? “Listen,” I hissed, training my eyes on hers and trying to block out the infinite reflections of her body flooding me from the mirrors, “you’re not walking out of here with this garment. I’m going to go outside, pay for everything else, and you’ll meet me at the register without this ridiculous getup.”
A storm of emotions ran across her face. Gathering the hem of the gown, she seemed to grow several inches taller before my eyes. “You’re not my father and I’m not your little girl, Rolland,” she sneered at me. “If you want it off, you’ll have to do it yourself.”
Shit. Why was that so tempting?
She studied me with hot anger making her eyes glow. “Trying to weigh the pros and cons, Rolland? You don’t need to make a new spreadsheet because I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. You’re going to turn around and go pay for everything, including this, and you’ll find some way to explain it my father.”
Who did she think she was to order me around? To act so unreasonably, so haphazardly with my life. It was time for me to take control. “Take it off,” I gritted through my teeth.
She was dead calm. “I told you, if you want it off, you’ll have to do it yourself.”
I was livid. There was a rhythmic whooshing in my ears and my blood was spiked with adrenaline. I reached out and roughly tugged at the sash, causing the robe to open wide, exposing her. I closed the distance between us with a single step, pushing her against the mirror mounted on the wall.
We stood there silently for what seemed like an eternity, both of us breathing heavily from anger or excitement, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t have a next move planned out. I couldn’t think of a single action to get myself out of this situation. Or if I even wanted to.
I kissed her roughly, pressing her against the mirror. My action broke down the wall between us; Tatiana moaned, collapsing into me. Her tongue slid into my mouth and she started clawing at my jacket, sliding it off my shoulders. There was urgency in our every move; I didn’t want to risk thinking. I just wanted her.
I nibbled down her neck, across her clavicle, until I reached her breast. Grabbing her flesh, I covered her flushed nipple with my mouth, swirling around the hardening bud and feeling her slump against me, her knees buckling. I squeezed her breasts together and sucked on her other nipple, encouraged by the sounds she was making, a low moan I could feel vibrating in her chest.
She grabbed a fistful of my hair and drew my head back up, covering my mouth with another kiss. Her hand meandered down my chest, tweaking my nipple and stopping at my belt. The sound of the zipper opening and the feeling of her hand over my boxers had my cock throbbing. She traced her fingernails up and down my shaft a few times. Every nerve in my body was on fire and I was holding my breath.
“This is what you really want, isn’t it?” she whispered in my ear. She was rubbing her hand firmly against me now, still over my boxers. Each time she stroked up, she avoided the head and stroked back down. I was trying to match her strokes, desperate for her to touch my skin and the most sensitive tip.
“Tell me what you want,” she said. “Answer me.”
I was lost in a flood of sensation. I knew what I wanted. Why couldn’t I just say it? I was uncomfortably hard, the head of my cock straining against the elastic waist of my boxers. The answer to her question was easy: I wanted her to jerk me off until I came all over her hand.
“Under my boxers. Touch me,” I finally said.
When her cool skin touched my cock, I jumped. I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Fuuuck. Faster,” I ordered her, all composure forgotten.
She stroked up and ran a finger over the head, wet with drops of precum. She swiped her finger up and down the cleft a few times before she started pumping with a steady rhythm. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I exploded.
My head was resting against her shoulder, absentmindedly kissing, licking and biting her. When she reached lower and grabbed my balls, I sucked on her skin so hard I was sure I would leave a mark.
Her strokes got faster and shorter, concentrated entirely on the top of my cock, swirling her thumb along the underside. Heat was spiraling through me and my balls were tight and begging for relief. I crushed my mouth against hers as the early waves of my orgasm went through me, groaning into her mouth as the first burst of come spurt onto her hand.
She wrapped her fist tightly around me, and I kept pumping, shooting two more streams of sperm. I was breathing heavily. I’d forgotten where we were until I heard the door to the suite open. I pulled away from Tatiana quickly.
“Are you ready for me to ring you up, Ms. Montalla?” Amy called.
“Yes,” Tatiana replied breezily. “We’ll take everything on the rack out there.”
“And the lingerie? Should I put that on the bill?”
Tatiana laughed. “Oh yeah, I’ll be taking this home with me. Add it on.”
I searched her face to see what was so funny, and she pointed to her hip. I’d
come all over the $3,885.00 Chantel Dressing Gown. Shit. I guess it was in the budget after all.
Chapter Seven
We were standing outside Barneys in silence. We hadn’t said a word to each other since the dressing room. Amy was waiting at the valet station with us, seven large bags in her hands. The course of this day took an unexpected turn, but I was surprised to realize I felt happy, my mind felt at rest.
My car pulled up and I suddenly realized I couldn’t just hop in and drive away. I had to say something, but what? Thanks for the handjob; don’t tell your dad, please.
As the valet handed me my keys, Tatiana broke the silence. “You can put the bags in the trunk, Amy. Thank you,” she said as she climbed into my car. What was she doing? I hesitated, then handed the valet his tip and slid behind the wheel.
I started driving without a destination in mind. My mind was racing through every scenario, every possible outcome of this situation, and what action could mitigate the potential damage from fooling around with my boss’s daughter and spending an extra 3k at Barneys. But I was also inundated with memories; the feeling of Tatiana’s hand on me, of my hands on her. There was an intense instinct to have more of that.
I gripped the steering wheel, trying to focus on the undeniable facts. Tatiana and me just didn’t add up. Multiple people saw us leave together. Amy probably heard us in the dressing room. Was I already doomed, the sword dangling over my head by a thin string?
“Hey Mario Andretti, would you mind slowing down?” Tatiana said, breaking my train of thought. She reached over and rested a gentle hand on my leg. I’d been going eighty in a forty-five mile per hour zone. “Would you say something to me? You’re making me feel...self-conscious. I thought you wanted that. Did I misread your feelings?”
My feelings. There it was again. It was easy to make decisions based on incontrovertible facts. Numbers made sense to me. But I had never been comfortable in the territory of emotions. They were complicated and uncertain.
“You didn’t misread, Tatiana,” I began, carefully considering every word. “You have no reason to feel self-conscious or awkward or anything. Let’s just not rush into anything without thinking this through. This isn’t simple.”
She stroked her hand up my thigh and my breath hitched. She leaned over toward my seat and in a steady and sure voice said, “I’m going to make this simple for you. I want you. I know you want me. We’re going to drive to your place now and finish what you started. Those are the facts, Rolland. Do you accept those facts?”
It took me a split second to deliberate.
“Let’s go,” I said.
****
The midday sun filtered through the white curtains of my bedroom, casting a soft glow over Tatiana’s face. I couldn’t remember the last woman that I’d had up here. My social life had taken a backseat to my career in the past few years.
My bedroom looked the way it did every say; king-sized bed neatly made against the wall, two nightstands with matching lamps, sleek mid-century dresser uncluttered except for my vide-poche, and a leather armchair. It was the typical scene except for Tatiana standing at the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the view of the city, playing with a strand of her hair. She didn’t seem nervous, but the bravado and confidence from earlier had disappeared. I watched her for a while, enjoying the sight.
I walked up to her and handed her a glass of water I’d brought from the kitchen. She smiled and took it, sipping. We stood there at the window, Tatiana looking into the distance and me staring at Tatiana. Her eyes were narrowed in concentration, and her lips were slightly parted, as if she were about to say something. Everything about her electrified and interested me.
I reached out and took the glass from her hands, placing it on the windowsill. She kept her eyes forward, continuing to gaze out over the view. I stood behind her and pulled her hair aside, dipping down to smell her skin, to run my lips over that sweet spot on her neck that made her purr. My other hand found the knot of her flannel shirt, and after a couple of tries, it came loose, giving me access to her soft stomach.
Just an hour before I’d been coming in her hand in the dressing room at Barneys, so why did this moment now, touching her stomach and nuzzling her feel more intimate? We may not have known each other very well, but in a physical sense we weren't strangers.
It occurred to me I’d never taken anybody’s virginity before. I was in awe as I came to grips with how I'd be her first. My cock spreading her open would be the only one she'd ever known. There should have been more pressure, but this... was what I lived for. Moments where I could puzzle out the results I wanted.
To take apart the magician's toys until I found the dove.
She's my dove. My prize.
I slid her shirt off her shoulder. My lips made a pattern across her skin, each tender press of my mouth a precise inch from the last. A deep, crimson bruise marked her glossy skin—I'd been right, I had left a mark when I came before. That memory sent a rush of blood to my dick, but I was determined to take this slow. Every move, every decision I made was going to be for Tatiana’s pleasure.
I tossed her shirt onto the chair in the corner of my room. She wore a simple white bra underneath; not the type of bra you’d choose if you were planning on seducing someone. Before I unhooked her bra, I leaned into her ear and whispered, “Are you okay?”
She nodded in reply. All of her coy smugness had evaporated, like she was weighed down by the reality of what we were finally doing. The flush across her upper-chest betrayed her excitement. As still as she was being, she wasn't calm.
With her bra gone, I took her breasts in my hands, softly massaging them, warming her up for more. Her nipples reacted under my hands, the areolas pebbling and the peaks beginning to stand at attention.
She’d stepped back into me and now her body was flush against mine. I reached over to the windowsill and plucked an ice cube from the glass. I trailed it down her neck, licking the droplets of water as I went. I slid the ice under her breast, tracing its swell, watching the tiny bumps rise on her wet skin. Her nipples turned a darker shade of pink by the time the ice had all melted.
“You're so beautiful,” I murmured.
Tatiana bit her bottom lip, blushing furiously. “So you've said.”
“I mean it.” I turned her face to mine, laying the softest kiss on her mouth, lightly pushing my tongue between her lips. Searching her eyes intensely, I tried to read her the way she'd read the tarot cards so many nights ago. “You're amazing. Every part of you more gorgeous than the last.”
Her breath sucked in before she kissed me—pure sensuality oozed from her every pore. She reached for the buttons on my shirt and opened them, one by one, sliding it off my body. “Fuck,” I groaned, eager for her to strip me completely.
She traced the lines of my pecs, drug her fingernails up over my sternum, then caressed the swath of skin just above my pants, somewhat dipping below the waistband. This drew both of our attentions to my erection. I loved that she wanted to touch my body the way I wanted to touch hers.
Gripping her skirt, I tugged the stiff denim down her hips until it crumpled around her feet. Now she was naked except for a pair of scant panties. Her heavy scent drowned my senses, made my eyes flutter, my cock flex. Growling, I spun her around and walked her backwards until her knees hit my bed.
I was determined to take this slow, but I needed to see more of her, explore her. A gentle push was all it took to lay her flat on my mattress. If she was beautiful before, she was a piece of art, now. Tatiana sprawled out with her hair in waves around her head. The smoldering energy in her eyes drew me to her, made me aware of her parted lips, her heaving breasts, her shifting hips and long legs. Her navel was a perfect indent that I knew I had to kiss.
Propping my hands onto the bed, I hovered over her. I stole a single kiss before sliding down, our skin hovering an inch apart, our bodies never grazing. I stopped at the flat plane of her stomach, just above her mound covered in white lace. Heat e
manated from her panties.
The sweet and sexy scent of her pussy tickled my nose and urged me on. I crooked a finger under her panties and she lifted her hips to allow me to peel them down over her thighs. When I got down to her ankles and took them off completely, I started the return trip, kissing over her smooth calves until I reached her hips. My hand led the way, applying light pressure between her thighs, hoping she would open her legs and show me her beautiful pussy. She drew up her leg, bending it at the knee, revealing her shaved mound and her cleft already glistening with arousal. I inhaled deeply, savoring the moment, though I was dying to stick my tongue inside her.
For the first time I had the freedom to explore her. We were really alone, without party guests stirring in the background or busy shop attendants interrupting us. And though I was still certain this was a terrible idea, I’d realized it was inevitable. I had to have Tatiana, no matter the cost.
My patience was greater than hers. I felt her fingers tangling in my hair, giving me a firm nudge towards her cunt. I rubbed my lips up and down her labia, softly announcing my presence. I dusted her pussy with feather light kisses. Tatiana whimpered while I licked her crease, never touching her clit. I made this pass several times until her clitoris was so swollen it looked painful. She had the perfect pussy, and it eagerly responded to my every touch.
The flavor of her juices was intoxicating. I was dizzy from what we were doing; drunk on her. “Rolland, please,” she sobbed. “More. I need more, I'm going crazy.” Her hips lifted off the bed. Patiently, I inserted a single finger inside her. Tatiana was slippery and burning hot; I went in to the knuckle quickly. “Ah! Oh my god, oh my god.”
She bore down on my hand and the rest of my finger slid into her tight, virgin pussy. Was I the first thing ever to touch her here? Any control I had evaporated; as I withdrew my finger, and thrust it in again, I flattened my tongue over her clit. I spread her open with two fingers and dove in, lapping her dripping hole, then her ass, even though that last part made her startle. But I needed to eat every part of her, it was compulsive.
