by Layla Arts
“Tomorrow, I am taking you out for dinner,” I suddenly spoke. She lifted her head from my body and looked at me. My eyes were frequently focused on the text that was printed in the book. “It will be a nice and fancy restaurant, so wear something formal,” I added. Vicky just nodded and planted a light kiss on the corner of my mouth.
“You don't have to take me out,” Vicky said. “It doesn't need to be fancy or expensive.”
“But I want to.” I objected and closed the book. “You deserve it, Vicks. You'll be great tonight, and I want to take you out.”
“That's alright,” she said while shimmying under the covers to get more comfortable. She heard me placing the book I was reading on the nightstand. I got underneath the covers before wrapping an arm around her body and pulling her closer to my chest. “When are we going to the Empire?” Vicky asked me.
“It is three now, and we need to be at there before five.”
“Should I make some breakfast for us then? Or lunch?” Vicky questioned me.
“I never say no to food, babe.”
***
My hand rested on her lower back as we made our way to the club. I enjoyed the food that Vicky had made for me, but I knew work was waiting for us. I laughed a little when I saw a reflection of us walking together in one of the shop windows – she hated me so much in the beginning that I certainly never thought we'd be walking side by side down the street. A smirk was on my face when we walked through the doors to the club, I liked that everyone stared – I was proud to be with Vicky.
When we walked past a group of cleaners – entirely composed of men – I slipped my arm further around Vicks' waist and pulled her closer to my side in a pathetic attempt to lay claim to her.
In the dressing rooms, the costumes were arranged neatly on racks beside each performer's vanity. They were all ways in sequential order so they could come off stage and change quickly. There were back-up costumes arranged, by size, on a rack in the corner of the room – so if any dancer tore her outfit or gained a few pounds, she would always have something to wear. A special costume, stuffed neatly in the back of the rack, was waiting for Vicky. I had Andrea create a show-stopping piece for her while she was injured – sort of like a ‘welcome back’ gift.
“I have something for you, love,” I said, grabbing the garment bag and dragging Vicky up to my office.
I quickly closed the door behind us, making sure to lock it this time. If there's anything I hated more than people walking in without knocking – it's people walking in without knocking while Vicky's here.
I sat Vicky down on the couch and handed her the garment bag. She looked at me confusingly before dragging the zipper down, putting her hand over her mouth in shock she slowly pulled the hanger from the bag.
"Oh my god, Hadrian. It's beautiful – but why?"
She pulled the satin corset from the hanger, the ruffled panties, gartered belt, and stockings following in tow. The dancers were demanded to wear white outfits tonight. We wanted them to come across as Angels – sexy Angels. It was very revealing, I was aware of that, but it would fit her body perfectly.
“Hadrian, I love it,” Vicky pointed out. “But I prefer my old costume.”
“You will look hot though.” I complimented her while moving my eyebrows seductively.
“You could say something inciting to make me try it on – hot is not inciting,” she fired back while smirking and turned around to avoid me. The sound of my boots hitting the floor echoed through the office. I stopped right behind her and slipped my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me.
“Flawless. You will look flawless in it,” I whispered smoothly in her ear. I felt a shiver running down her spine when my warm breath fanned against her neck. My fingertips dug into Vicky’s skin while I was holding her, my stubbles brushed against her cheek. She smirked at my compliment and softly pushed her face away from mine.
“Maybe. I'll think about it,” Vicky replied while walking further away.
My eyes were burning into her back, hoping she'd get the hint and try it on now. When Vicky moved and focused on me, her cheeks turned red at just my presence.
“Change for me, baby,” I spoke from a short distance.
“Just this once then,” Vicky muttered annoyingly. She walked over to me to get the costume, and she headed down to the back of the office. There was a privacy screen in the corner that would shield her from me, and she disappeared behind it.
“Don't take too long.”
“Back off Hadrian,” she yelled back.
I rolled my eyes while I was standing here. She took her shirt off and threw it over the barrier. She started with quickly putting the corset on. She stepped from behind the screen.
“So, what do you think?”
“I want to rip it off your body,” I answered.
She gasped at my response, and I was smiling like a little kid. “It's useless trying things on for you.” She scoffed and disappeared behind the screen once more.
“You know you like it.” I shot up in defense.
Vicky shrieked and covered her exposed body when I appeared beside her.
“Hadrian.” She hissed at me angrily.
“You take too long.”
“That is not a proper reason to come here,” she told me sternly. I nodded, and suddenly I couldn't remember what we had been talking about. God – her boobs looked glorious all pushed up in that satin, and that garter belt!
“Hadrian,” Vicky spoke, but I kept looking at her like I didn't acknowledge her calling me. “Hadrian!” She snapped at me. I looked up, and our gazes met each other.
“I couldn't help it. You really do look amazing,” I said.
“Thanks,” she said with a chuckle while she stepped closer, trying to blockade me from the changing area, but she stopped when I grabbed her hips. My fingers dug into her exposed skin. My hands were warm and soft against her. “H-Hadrian.”
“Ssh.” I stepped closer, my heart beating erratically in my chest. “Don't make any noise.”
“W-what are you going to do?” she questioned me anxiously. A smirk made its way onto my face as I roughly pushed her against the wall. The wall was cold, sending a shiver down her spine when it came in contact with her exposed back.
“I just want to make you feel good, here,” I whispered in her ear. My warm breath hit her earlobe, and goosebumps began to spread all over her body. Carefully, I started unclasping the holster on her garter belt. Just the thought of her in this costume drove me crazy. I didn't even have to see it, and suddenly I didn't want her to wear it during the show tonight. I wanted it to be just for me.
Sometimes, I thought of leaving a love-bite, but I was saving it for special occasions. I trailed down to Vicky’s collarbone and shoulder. My lips were making their way gently on her skin. She held my shoulder with one hand while I was bending down to place my lips on her smooth skin.
A soft moan came out of her mouth while I was placing the kisses. “Quiet,” I demanded against her skin, and I continued to kiss her. She nodded, even though I didn't see it. I knew she was aware of the fact that she couldn't make any inappropriate noise. I roamed my hands over her body when she got up again. Her chest was rising up and down fast when I touched her.
“Vicks.” I breathed out.
I peered up at her before kissing the corner of her mouth. She shrieked a bit when I pulled down her panties. She crossed her legs at my sudden touch. I pushed them further down with both of my hands.
My mind was still processing the very first time that I had ever touched her, how could I handle this too? My mind was telling me that I should probably be working, but Vicky was too much to ignore. My big hands felt every part of her body, and I doubt she knew how hard my heart was beating at this moment. So many feelings were going through my body, but mostly pleasure – a lot of pleasure.
“Stay quiet,” I told her again in a whisper.
I brought my hand in front of her face; she sucked my index finger sedu
ctively before I pulled it away and pressed it to her core. A soft moan threatened to escape from my mouth at the sight of her, but I fought against it. I told her she needed to be quiet, and I did too. Her hands grasped my shoulders to keep herself upright, her legs no longer able to hold her up. Before she could get a grip on herself, I slipped my fingers inside her.
She pressed her body rougher against the wall while I was touching her like this. I pumped slowly in and out of her body while she was helplessly grasping my shoulders, trying to get control of herself.
For God's sake, I didn't give a fuck where we were – I lost all reason when I was with her.
My movement into her body was rough, but she managed to keep quiet. “Does this feel good, baby?” I asked, adding another finger. She nodded at me, arching her back and digging her nails into my shoulder blades. She nearly screamed when I started rubbing her with my thumb.
“Look at me,” I demanded hoarsely.
She did as I said, looking at me through her lusty eyes. I could feel Vicky's body tightening – a sign that she was close. She managed to keep quiet, but I could tell it was difficult for her. She understood very well that I didn't want to be caught. How could have it come to the point where I was pleasing her in the back of my office?
“H-had–” I didn't give her time to finish – quickly putting my hand over her mouth to shut her up. I started pumping faster, harder, rougher inside her, and she clenched my shirt firmly between her fingers. She was coming closer to her high, and I wasn't sure how she would react when she did – I never had to worry about keeping her quiet before.
“Good job, baby.” I complimented her hoarsely. She closed her eyes at the intense feeling reverberating within her body. “Look at me, look at me,” I spat at her. My voice came out harsher than I intended, but I knew she liked that. I licked my lips while I stared deeply into her eyes.
I knew how to make her feel beautiful and loved. I knew how her body worked. I thought it was amazing how easily I could read her and make her feel like this.
“Come for me, babe.” I encouraged her. I pushed my fingers deeper into her, and she almost let a high squeal leave her mouth. I made sure there was a lot of pressure on her center. “Come, now,” I whispered harshly into her ear. The final words from me tipped Vicky over the precipice. I pressed my hand on her mouth while she moaned loudly. She collapsed, and I held her protectively around her waist. I slowly pumped through her high before pulling my fingers out. Her breathing was erratic and heavy. Her arms were clasped around my neck, mine around her waist, both of us attempting to keep her standing.
If I did not hold her at this moment, she would have fallen on the ground. Her knees were weak, and I was still stunned about what just happened. She got her breathing under control, and I planted a kiss on her collarbone before looking her in the eyes. A soft smile tugged at her lips while she looked at me. She felt it too – how much it affected me and how much I loved it.
“How did that feel?” I asked her.
“Way too overwhelming.” She breathed out roughly. I bent down and pulled her panties back up. When I was done with that, I immediately refastened her stockings
Her lips were pressed firmly against my shirt, but I still felt the heat burning through my body. My arms were wrapped around her beautiful body, and I couldn't understand how I got so lucky as to be with someone like her. I treated her like absolute shit, and still she came back to me. How could someone like her love me?
Negative thoughts were pushed aside when I felt her grasp my face, bringing it down to look at her.
I kissed her cheek, carefully – I didn't want to ruin this moment. It hurt me to think of how people would think of her, treat her, now that she was with me. I didn't want people to think of her as a slut – only sleeping with me to get to the top; she wasn't like that, not even close. She was worth so much more than the way people would treat her, she didn't deserve it.
Her eyes stared deeply into mine. We were both desperate for each other – our bodies craving the other relentlessly.
Her body came alive when I touched her, my heart came alive when she touched me.
We never got bored with touching each other and studying each other. Her beauty was something to behold, she was flawless – inside and out. I loved the feeling of her soft skin beneath my fingers as I trailed slowly up and down her spine in the morning sun – a feeling that I only recently became acquainted with. The more I touched her, the more I craved for her. I never got sick of her – I would never get enough of her.
I didn't ask for permission, I could see the pleading clearly in her eyes. I bend to her level, softly brushing my lips against hers, she grew impatient and used her hands that were clasped on my face to pull me closer. The moment our lips touched, everything became real again – the lust, the need, the love.
Our lips moved in sync; her hands moved into my hair, mine moved around to grip her thighs. I lifted her with ease, wrapping her legs around my waist, and pushing her into the wall once more.
My tongue licked her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth. Our tongues collided, the passion in the room becoming palpable. I felt Vicky pushing her small hands into the neckline of my shirt, feeling the skin on my shoulders and back. My back tensed under her soft touch. Her fingers buried into my skin when I ground my hips against hers. A harder, louder, rougher moan came out of her mouth.
“Shh-,” I mumbled, and I felt her smile against my mouth.
I felt myself becoming entertained by the way we were making out. I placed one arm under her bum to hold her up, my free hand moving up to grasp her breast. I broke the kiss and bit her bottom lip. Vicky kept her left arm wrapped around my neck, bringing the right one around so she could touch my swollen lips.
Our panting filled the room – we were like a bunch of horny teenagers. A smile enraptured my face when I looked at Vicky, all beautiful, and flustered – all mine.
She made me happy in a way I had never felt before, in a way that made me feel complete.
I placed loose tendrils of hair behind her ear, really taking in her face. For me, she was it. I didn't want anyone else. They couldn't give me what she did, they couldn't provide me the feeling she gave me. My love for her was irrevocable.
“I really need to get ready now. Will you be watching?” Vicky asked me excitedly.
“Always. I want you to change into your other costume; this one is just for me, okay? Good luck, baby.” I released my grip on her, letting her feet touch the floor. She stood on her toes to place another heady kiss against my lips. She nuzzled into my chest, her warm hand lifting my shirt a bit to touch the skin on my lower back – like she needed to feel me to know I was real. My arms wrapped around her tiny shoulders, holding her to me. I closed my eyes, just wanting to feel her, to breathe her in.
It was moments like this – when I could just be in love with her – that mattered most to me.
***
In two days, Vicky and I would be at the airport, getting ready to fly to New York City. The weeks had passed quickly since I had surprised her with this trip.
I had arranged everything already, and as the day grew closer, I became more excited. I had planned a bit of sight-seeing, but also some free time for us. We would have a fancy dinner and a romantic walk through central park. Vicky made it very clear that she wanted to experience shopping in New York City, so I planned that too.
Every Christmas, I went to New York City. It was beautiful there; an escape in my own country. The atmosphere was wondrous to behold – bustling, but happy. Shoppers always waited until the last minute to buy their gifts, and most of the time, the stores were hectic, but the aura remained joyful.
This year would be completely different. I wasn't sure how Vicky would react in New York. The hustle and bustle of New York were completely different from the laid-back lifestyle of LA. I didn't know how she would handle it. Our first day there would be spent sight-seeing, I was sure Vicky would be in awe of the enormously tall sky
scrapers. It would be special to have her there with me. I had never brought anyone to New York – not even William.
I was looking through a tourist guide to try to decide which places Vicky would like to visit. I wasn't pleased to be receiving visitors today, but if it was important, I couldn't miss this opportunity.
“Come in!” I shouted domineeringly.
Waiting hadn’t been one of my virtues – I've hated it for as long as I can remember. I placed my glasses in the top drawer on my left and turned my head to see who was entering. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw William waltz through the door of my office. I hadn't seen him for a while, so I was taken aback when he showed up unannounced.
“Hadrian, what a pleasure to see you are working,” William said as I motioned for him to take a seat across the desk from me. I didn't trust him one bit so I'd like to keep an eye on him.
William was a snake; he would never listen to me – or anyone else for that matter. Our discussion at my house went accordingly; he knew how I felt about him
“Money needs to be earned lawfully,” I remarked.
“Yeah. Whatever you say, Hadrian,” William told me. “I think it's time for us to sit down, and have a serious conversation.” I raised my eyebrows at William’s suddenly confrontation.
Since when was he capable of having a serious conversation?
“Go ahead, speak.” I leaned back in my comfortable chair.
A chuckle left William’s mouth before his face morphed into someone on serious business. “You need to do something for me, Hadrian. I know you were angry with me, but this needs to be done,” William spoke. I didn't know William could be involved in serious business – clearly he did not do well under pressure.
