by Z. Stefani
“Yes you do.” He pulled her closer and gently kissed her lips. “And you know I can prove it.”
“Not right here; not in front of all these people,” she said but did not attempt to pull back.
“Why not? They’re going to find out eventually.” He pulled her even closer and bent to whisper in her ear, “Let’s go up to your room.”
She swallowed hard and stood up straight before she responded, “I told you, I’m no longer having casual sex with you.”
“There’s nothing casual about my sex,” he whispered in her ear as he sunk his fingers deeply into her hips.
“No more meaningless sex.”
“I want to fuck you like a beast. I feel like a huge, fucking monster dying to stake his claim. I want to mark every inch of you. I want to lock you in my room for the rest of your life… there’s nothing meaningless about that,” he growled as he clutched her rear end.
She felt her vagina pulse and her nipples harden so tightly that she feared they would slice through the front of her dress. If he said another word, she would be the one fucking him on this dance floor. She had to regain control lest she do something she would regret.
“Stop,” she whispered softly as she attempted to pull back.
“No,” he growled softly as he held her tight.
“If you’re just going to continue groping me on the dance floor in front of everyone, let’s at least pretend like we’re dancing.”
She began to move her feet to the beat, being careful not to sway her hips lest they both lose control. She could tell he was holding on by a thread. That mischievous glint in his eyes revealed an anxious beast ready to pounce on her. She couldn’t tell if she was scared or as anxious as he.
“You can dance all you want, but I’m still going to grope you until you admit that you like me and / or tell me who you were dancing with.” He kissed her again and slid his hands across her butt to hold it. “I’ll give you another minute before I start pinching those nips.”
She glared at him as she tried to take a tiny step back, but he pulled her closer. She could actually feel the faint collective gasp of her sister and friends from across the dance floor. Lux turned to see them all staring at her, wide eyed, with their mouths hanging open.
Pixie’s jaw had dropped as low as it would go as she openly stared at her sister.
“Do you see what I am seeing?” Pixie asked.
“Yes I certainly do,” Kiki said with a growing smile.
“PDA? Lux? It’s like the fucking twilight zone. I fucking knew it,” Pixie smiled widely.
“Finally!” Kiki giggled in excitement.
Lux was not prepared for everyone at the lounge to see her reaction as Dean groped her. She knew she would not be able to control herself if he continued in this manner; she was already having a difficult time. She looked into his eyes and she swore the heat from his stare was burning through her clothes and caressing her nipples.
“Stop,” she hissed softly.
“Admit it,” he insisted.
She looked into his eyes for a moment before she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.
“I do like you Dean Blake; but it’s pointless, don’t you think?” she asked before she kissed the side of his cheek.
Dean held her close, refusing to let her pull back.
“It’s not pointless. I like you more than I ever thought I could like anyone. I didn’t even know this type of thing really existed.”
She pulled back, she needed to see his eyes; in there, she would see the truth.
“Really?” she asked, wanting to hear him confirm it.
“Yes,” he answered, and she could see the truth in his eyes. “Now tell me who were you dancing with?”
“I don’t know,” she answered.
He grabbed her hip tightly and growled, “Answer me.”
“I don’t know.”
She couldn’t give up Clifton’s identification. He was a private detective after all; he preferred to keep anonymous. Although she’d never heard Clifton’s name before, that didn’t mean that Dean would not recognize it. Crazier things had happened.
“You don’t know?” he slid his hand possessively across her butt and pulled her even closer, “You let strangers get that close to you?”
“He wasn’t close.”
“I can still smell his cheap, drugstore cologne on you,” he hissed in her ear. He bit the side of her neck and sunk his fingers into her ass. He pulled her lower body closer to his as he pressed his massive erection against her.
“Not here, there’s to many people watching,” she tried to pull back.
“Come on.” He grabbed her hand and took a step.
“Wait!” She tried to pull away, but he pulled her back to him.
“I’m done waiting.”
“I can’t just leave the party,” she said although leaving the party with him sounded ideal.
“Until you tell me his name, you’re out of options,” he growled.
“But,”
“Enough! Between the thought of some guy's hands on you and you swaying those hips…I’m ready to explode. I’m warning you now.” He grabbed the back of her neck as he bent to whisper in her ear, “I’m ready to bend you over right here and fuck you from behind until you tell his name. Now either we go to your room or we do it here. Your choice; either way I’m getting inside of you or I’m getting answers.”
He pulled back to look at her, daring her to object. She knew from the look in his eyes that he had lost most of the control he’d been using.
“My room,” she answered.
“Good, come on,” he insisted before he began to usher her though the crowd.
She walked as fast as she could in her four inch platforms, but even in sneakers she wouldn’t be able to keep up with Dean.
“Faster baby, I can’t hold it much longer,” he whispered in her ear.
“I’ll break my neck in these heels.” She explained.
He bent his knees, put his forearm below her butt, and picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder as he cut through the crowd. Once he was out of the lounge, he ran top speed through The Music Hall to the door leading to her house. Once inside, he rushed to the stairs, which he took three steps at a time. He raced to her bedroom, slammed the door, and locked it behind him. He slid her down his body until her feet hit the floor, and she instantly stepped back.
“Who were you dancing with?’ he asked as he stepped closer to her, almost backing her against the wall by the door.
“I told you, I don’t know who he was,” she answered, wishing he would just leave it alone.
“You let guys you don’t know touch you like that? Tell me who he is!” he barked as he took another step closer to her.
“Okay, then let’s try it this way… it’s none of your business.” She hated to be so rude, especially right now when her body was begging her to just tell him the truth. But she could not give up her source. He was powerful enough to destroy Clifton, and there was no question that Dean would do it with a smile. She watched the rage flash across his face as he backed her against the wall.
“Who were you dancing with?” he roared, refusing to relent.
“Why do you care?” she spat back, wishing she was in a position to tell him.
“Because I do; I care a lot more than you think,” he admitted, although he could tell by her expression she did not believe him.
“No you don’t, all you care about is property, meaningless sex, and money,” she scoffed.
“I care about you more than all of that,” he whispered in her ear as he pinned her tightly against the wall.
“You don’t care about me,” she frowned and pushed him at arm’s length, despite the sudden hope flooding her.
“Yes I do. What if I decided we could try being exclusive?”
“Try? I’d tell you to shove your exclusivity up your ass.” She frowned at him.
“Then le
t me rephrase that… as of now we are exclusive.”
“By exclusive do you mean just exclusive sex minus the relationship? Because I’m not having sex again until I’m in a relationship. I want to be with someone who sees me in their future.”
“You better not be talking about that guy you were dancing with,” he warned her.
“What if I am? Why should it matter to you? You don’t really want a relationship, so why would you try to stop me from having one?” she snapped back although the thought of a relationship with anyone but Dean was excruciatingly unappealing.
“You can forget about any relationship with anyone but me… it’s never going to happen.” His anger was rising at rapid speed.
“Says who?”
“Says me.”
“How would you stop me?”
“I will lock you up in my fucking room before I let you be with someone else. You can bet on it.”
“Maybe I will bet on that,” she said as she raised her chin in a haughty fashion.
He grabbed her chin in his hand and bent his head closer. “Careful baby… I’d be happy to reteach you the rules of this relationship.”
“Relationship? You mean sex sessions,” she said although she wished the words weren’t true.
“It’s not just the sex… it’s your sex, and everything that comes with it. I could never find anyone else like you,” he admitted, skimming her lips with his thumb. “It’s your mouth, your words, your personality, your conversation, and just your presence.” He trailed his fingers down her neck and to her chest. “I like the way you piss me off and that you’re not afraid to stand up to me. I like that look you get when you’re angry. I like that emotion you’re able to conjure within me. I want to be around you.”
She looked at him in disbelief before she spoke, “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious. I want to be your first relationship. Actually I will be your first and only relationship. As of tonight there will be no one else. From here on out it’s just me and you.”
“You really want to be in a relationship?”
“Yes.”
“Have you thought this through? Do you know what it entails?” she asked skeptically.
“I know what I want; we can sort out the details later,” he answered as he slid his hands down her arms to hold her hands. “I’m not prepared to let you go; being without you is difficult, I can’t even concentrate. I think about where you are and what you’re doing down to what you’re wearing. I think about the way you smell and the way your skin feels.” He lightly kissed her lips, “I want to see you all the time. I have to know that I can always see you, whenever I want. I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep you near me.”
“Do you really mean that?” she asked although she knew by the look on his face that he did. She just needed to make sure; it seemed too good to be true.
“With all my heart,” he answered with a sincere smile.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes to press her lips against his. She then pulled back to whisper, “If you’re lying, I’ll kill you.”
“I don’t lie about relationships, you know that.” He held the sides of her head and kissed her. What started as a soft, lazy kiss quickly escalated into something much more passionate.
The top of her corseted dress was tight and flattened her breasts against her chest, forming an extreme cleavage at the top. He slowly rolled the top of the corset down her breasts to stop right below her nipples. The snug material crushed the lower halves of her breasts, narrowly avoiding the tips. Her bare nipples felt extraordinarily sensitive from the partial confinement. The constricting material pulled at them and she was dying for him to touch her.
He broke the kiss and grabbed her chin. He slid his index finger across her lips and into her mouth. He slid it across her tongue before pulling it out and spreading it across her taut nipple. She inhaled as he bent his head and blew across the tip. She slid her fingers in his hair but he stopped her.
“Put your hands behind your neck,” although his tone was soft, it was still a command. She hesitated for a moment before she complied. “Lace your fingers together. If you move your arms… I’m going to tie you up,” he warned her before he kissed her parted lips and thrust his tongue back into her mouth. She tilted her head to the side as he deepened the kiss. His tongue was working up an intense sensation in her mouth and she felt her insides begin to melt.
He yanked the bottom of her dress up to her waist and ran his hands across her ass as he pulled her closer. Keeping one hand on her butt, he slid the other one into the front of her panties. He wedged his finger between her lips and then ran it straight across her clit. He didn’t waste any time, he started with minimal pressure around the sensitive nub and slowly increased the speed. She spread her legs the best she could and pushed her sex against his hand. Taking her queue, he increased the pressure on her clit and bent his head to bite the top of her breast. He bit across her areola to nibble on the tip of her breast.
She arched her back and sucked air in through her clenched teeth as she felt her orgasm begin to build. When he began vigorously sucking on her nipple, the pressure reached to an unbearable level. Unable to withstand it any longer, she tried to pull his hand from between her legs but he stopped her.
He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head as he whispered, “Let it happen; you can’t stop it.” He sped up the circles he spun across her clit and took the opposite nipple into his mouth.
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she felt it erupt. The orgasm was too powerful to deny; she held him tightly as she cried out into their kiss. She felt her knees begin to liquefy as the intense currents sped through her lower body. She was thankful that Dean was holding her up, lest she found herself on the floor.
Dean let go of her wrists and unlatched from her nipple as he pulled back to look at her. Keeping his hand in her panties, he grabbed the bottom of her face “Tell me his name.”
“Will you just give it up?” she cried in frustration.
“No,” he grabbed her panties and yanked them down her body. While on his knees, he kissed her moist pussy and grabbed her breast before he stood back up. He grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up against his chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He reached below her and slid his fingers across the expanse of her pussy.
“Put me inside you,” he instructed.
With one arm wrapped around his neck she reached down between their bodies to grab his cock. He lifted her higher as she guided the tip to her opening. He popped the head in and then slowly pushed her down the length of his erection. He jerked his hips up, forcing every inch of his member inside of her. With her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, she threw her head back and cried out as he fully impaled her.
He held her tightly as he eased his thick shaft out of her. He’d only pulled out half way when he forcefully thrust back into her. He pulled her down to sit flat against his lap where there was no more cock to take. With a death grip on her ass, he bounced her up and down on his erection. Suddenly he stopped, pulled out of her and put her on her feet. She felt her legs wiggle as he turned her around to face the wall.
“Spread your legs,” he instructed and she immediately complied. He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to bend the top of her body. She put her hands on the wall as he spread her ass wide. He slammed his cock into her pussy without warning and she cried out as she clutched at the wall. He clenched her ass cheeks as he began to pound her from behind. He bent over her, his heavy body forcing her torso flat against the wall.
“You feel that baby?” he asked as he fully sunk his cock inside of her, using his lower body to lift her off her feet.
“Yes,” she gasped as she gripped the wall for leverage.
“Good, because that’s the only cock you’re ever going to feel.” He reached around her body to her clit, “And I will find out who you were dancing with.”
She felt her org
asm ignite the moment his hand touched her. Her clit was too sensitive right now and she tried to wiggle away from his persistent finger. “Oh fuck,” she panted as she felt it quickly build. It crashed inside of her, more intensely than before and she cried out. Her muscles began to tighten around his phallus and he could no longer hold back. He roared as he shot his load deep inside of her. Dean leaned against her for a moment as he caught is breath. That had been a powerful ejaculation, the likes of which he’d never known. Regretfully, he pulled his penis from her and rose to his full height. He looked at her slumped against the wall with his seed leaking from her pussy and he felt his erection return.
