by Villano, Mia
“Coffee date, with the Ambassador?”
I smiled trying to control laughing like a little girl. I tried to duck out of the room and into to the shower.
“Get your butt back here! Tell me who. You are up to something with the way you’re acting.”
“It’s the Ambassador.”
“You slut.”
“It’s coffee.” I smiled, heading to the shower.
“My ass. Finally, you’re going to get some action. So this must mean you are going back to the job?”
“Well, maybe. Where’s Barbie?” I asked.
“She left.”
“How’s your ass today?” I smiled at her.
“Don’t ask. She likes to spank me, a lot.”
“Ha. I love it.”
“Maybe, the Ambassador likes a good spanking. Want to take the flogger she left here?”
Ignoring her I jumped in the shower and then dressed for my coffee date. Maybe being with someone else was just what I needed to rid my mind of Anthony completely. I couldn’t stop thinking about Fabrice all weekend. The way his lips burned on mine, how his greedy hands were all over my body with such expertise. The thought of it sent my clit throbbing as I stood under the hot water, contemplating using my vibrator to take care of my sexual hunger or saying fuck it and sleep with him. I didn’t have time for the vibrator, so the second choice sounded pretty good. I stepped out of the shower, did my makeup and hair, put on my new lingerie, and decided to wear a simple black t-shirt dress with silver jewelry.
“Wedges or stilettos, Ave?” I asked Avery sprawled out on my bed texting someone. I had a different shoe on each foot.
“Do that one foot thing you do.”
I lifted up one foot and lifted up my other. I didn’t know if I should put a biker jacket over it, cardigan, or blazer. I wasn’t sure if I should wear the regular stilettos I was used to or try a new pair of wedges I purchased. I loved how my legs looked in heels. I was a nervous wreck.
“Damn girl, your legs are hot. You have runner’s legs. I wish I did.” said Avery. She must have read my mind.
“Thanks. Well, what shoes?”
“I say the wedges. They make your thighs look more muscular.”
“Really? I thought you would say the stilettos.”
“No. Pepe will like the wedges.”
“Shut up. Don’t call him Pepe.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her.
“Wear your Chanel necklace. It will look hot with that.” She rolled off the bed and reached into my jewelry box. She stood behind me, took off my silver, and put on the necklace. We both looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror.
“Perfect,” she said, and slapped my butt.
“Are you sure? It’s coffee. I may be overdressed.”
“Damn sure, honey. You two aren’t going for coffee when he sees you look like this. He’s going to be all over you like a wet suit. By the way, leave the panties at home. Go commando. I heard men love it.” I rolled my eyes and headed out of the room. Avery followed me rambling on as usual.
“I would love to watch this whole seduction thing go down tonight, but I have to be at my parents for some shit fundraiser. I want details tomorrow whenever you get home.”
“Shut up.” I laughed.
“I want details, so take pictures.”
As Avery jumped in the shower to get ready for her fundraiser, I ran back into my room and took off my thong. Maybe I would go commando.
Chapter 8
At precisely seven o' clock, Fabrice pulled up the driveway. I glanced out the window to see what type of car he drove. I wasn’t shocked when I saw a black BMW 7 series. I was nervous as hell to be alone with him again. Where could he take me where someone would not notice us in D.C? Did I want to go somewhere? Did I think this through enough?
I took a long deep breath, checked myself once more in the mirror by the door, and opened it with a smile.
“Hello, Isabella. You look beautiful this evening.” He handed me a large bouquet of flowers and kissed my cheek. His scruff scratched my skin. I smiled and held the door open for him. He astounded me.
“Fabrice, you shouldn’t have! They are so beautiful. Come in. Let me put these in a vase before we go.”
“Nice house. It’s huge. Do you live alone?” He seemed impressed by the vast size of our condo and the décor.
“No, I have a roommate. She and I have lived together since college. She’s the only person who can put up with me.”
I walked into our open kitchen and grabbed a vase out of the cupboard, filled it with water, and put in the bouquet. They smelled wonderful.
“Can I meet this brave woman,” he smiled.
“She’s not here. You would love her.”
Walking back up to him, I breathed in the scent of his cologne and admired his outfit. I was taken aback at the way he wore a pair of worn out jeans and a t-shirt with a vintage army coat. He looked relaxed, fuckable, and nothing like an Ambassador. In fact, I would have been fine with not going anywhere. He had to be as good looking under his clothes as he was with clothes on.
Once outside, he held the door for me as I sat down in the car. The exquisite smell of a new car hit me.
“New car?”
“Ah, yes. One of the perks of my new job. You like it?”
“No, Fabrice, I’m embarrassed to ride in it. Do you have a pair of sunglasses? This is one my favorites. I have a thing for high-end cars. I go to a car show each year with my dad just so I can sit in the expensive ones and dream. My dad has a BMW, but a five series.”
“In France I drive an Italian car, a Bugatti.”
“Nice. That is another one of my favorites. Everyone thinks because I’m Italian I would prefer a Lamborghini or Ferrari, but I’m not too crazy about them. I’m in love with the new Aston Martin that just came out this year and the Jaguar. I’m sorry. I’m babbling about cars. I just love them.” I ran my hand across the soft, leather seat, looking at the lit-up dashboard.
“No, I love it. It’s nice to hear a girl so passionate about cars.” He smiled at me and I couldn’t help but enjoy the ride. I noticed he was so sexy driving. His hand rested on the gearshift and it made me wet looking at his hand with his cufflink bracelet peeking out of his coat sleeve.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. What would you like? I know we said coffee, but we can do anything.” What would I like? Was he kidding? I decided to tell him. I pondered it all weekend and something told me to go for it. Avery’s voice was in my head telling me to live it up. What did I have to lose? Just my life and career.
“I would like to go back to your place. Forget coffee or food. What I’m hungry for, food can’t satisfy.”
Fabrice didn’t take his eyes off the road. Instead, he reached over and placed his hand on my bare thigh.
“Why the change of mind, Isabella? I thought you were going to be more work.”
His hand sent goose bumps up my arms and legs. I hoped he didn’t notice.
“I thought this through and worked it out in my mind. No strings, not attachments, simply sex. Sex is what I’m looking for right now in my life. I’m a woman that goes after what she wants. You’re right- we don’t technically work together. If I want you, why fight it?”
“I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” He looked over at me.
I grabbed his hand and pushed it up my thigh further. He swerved in and out of traffic when his fingers touched the bare, wet skin under my dress.
“Does that feel like I’m doing something I’m uncomfortable with?
He seemed to step on the gas while he left his fingers touching my sex. I wanted him to slip one of his fingers into me, yet he let them sit there not moving. The intensity of this tease was insane.
Once we were about ten minutes out of town we pulled up to a guarded gate and the guard waved to Fabrice and let him into a long driveway that led to a mammoth house.
“How do you live
in such a huge place alone?” The last time I was at his house was the night of the gala. It didn’t look this big that night, but I was nervous and there were a lot of people everywhere. Tonight it looked massive.
“Can you believe this is over 20,000 square feet? It has twelve bathrooms. This place is full of people in and out. I feel like I have moved to a bed and breakfast. My living quarters are upstairs. Most Ambassadors come over with a wife, kids, and other family members. It’s me and my cat I brought. My driver stays in the guest house out back. I have a chef on hand when I need it.”
While his fingers lightly sat on my wet cunt, I took in the immense home. Before my interview, I read about this house. It was a 1910 Tudor revival mansion in Kalorama. This had been the official house of the French Ambassador since 1936. It was popular for hosting numerous parties and events in its massive rooms, like the gala.
He pulled the BMW into a circular driveway, sat there, and looked at me. His hand didn’t move from my cunt. I was becoming wetter with anticipation.
“Are you still okay with us being here?” he asked.
I looked over at him and his long legs in the driver seat. His hand rested on the steering wheel and I knew what I wanted to do. His scent was everywhere inside the car.
“I’m more than okay” I whispered.
He took his hand off me and licked his fingers.
“You are going to taste so good.” Holy fuck. What was I in for? It was all I could do to walk out of the car. I had a hard time walking in my heels. He came around and opened the door for me, grabbed my hand, and helped me out.
We walked toward the back of the house; he put in some long security code and went upstairs to his residence.
“I expected French music to be playing when you walked in.” I smiled at him.
“It will be soon, Isabella.” He winked at me. The living quarters were as sexy as he was. It looked like a Restoration Hardware catalog showroom. I loved how he chose to decorate. On the entry wall was a huge, vintage map of Paris. The black hardwood floors were beautiful and shiny. The furniture was masculine and expensive.
“Come with me to the kitchen and we can have a glass of wine.” The sound of him saying “come” set me on fire. I watched as Fabrice slipped out of his jacket and took off his watch and bracelet.
“I prefer to have vodka over ice. That’s if you have it?” I wasn’t into wine.
“Vodka? You don’t look like a vodka drinker.” He smiled at me as he walked behind his huge granite counter top.
“I don’t look like a girl about to have sex with an Ambassador either.” I smiled shyly.
He laughed a hearty, throaty laugh and threw his head back.
“My brothers always drink vodka. I prefer it.”
“I understand. I will have a vodka as well.” He took out two tumblers, filled them with ice, and poured Empire Rockefeller and I noticed it was imported from France. With a slight shake in my hand, I reached for the glass and a swallowed as much as I could. The burn went down my throat and into my chest.
“Very good.” It calmed my nerves and vodka lowered my inhibitions. That was until his beautiful blue eyes bore into me. He broke the stare and the silence.
“To tonight, beautiful Isabella.” He drank his in one gulp.
I stood against the wall in his kitchen. I needed to be close to something to steady myself. Fabrice walked over to me, took my glass, placed it on the counter, and pressed his body up against me. I fell back against the wall.
“I have not wanted a woman as much as I want you. I will worship you. I hope you are ready for me?”
“I’m more than ready for you Fabrice. I want you too.”
His erection pushed up against me and he moaned into my mouth as he kissed me. Not like the kiss in his office, it was softer and slower. He kissed me with pure lust and skill. I was starved for him. The taste of his lips on me was an awakening to what I needed from him. I groaned as he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. I reached up and started to run my hands through his hair. He deepened the kiss and his tongue explored my mouth inside and out.
His hands were on my back and then on my ass. He pushed closer to me, and I kissed him back and my teeth bit his lower lip. Something in the way he kissed me was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was his slowness in possessing me and turning me on that seemed to take over both of us.
He stopped and grabbed my wrists and held my arms over my head. I gasped, not ready for his dominance but loving it. He bore into my eyes putting his weight against me, dominating my body. Sex oozed out of him.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered.
“My sexual appetite may be too much for you. The things that satisfy me may make you uneasy.”
“I don’t understand, Fabrice. If you think I’m signing one of those contracts where you can do what you want at any time, it’s not happening. I’m not into that.”
He held my wrists in his one hand and his other hand crept up under my dress.
“Sweet Isabella, I don’t have a contract. I like to be in control in bed. I’m a powerful man. I have commanded an army. I like to be satisfied in ways you may not understand.” He started to scare me and intrigue me at the same time. If this was some BDSM thing, I was fine with it. I wanted him. I wanted him no matter what he had in mind. I could handle it, and I wanted to find out what it was he wanted to do.
“I want this. I want you. I can handle it.” I kissed him.
“I have wanted you since I set eyes on you in at the gala. I couldn’t look away from you. I have not wanted anything as much.”
“Then I’m here for the taking, Fabrice. What are you waiting for?”
“I want you naked before we go up to my room.”
“You will have to let go of my arms.” He smiled and released my wrists.
I wasn’t ashamed of my body and undressing in front of him was a turn on. Before he picked me up, I had exfoliated, shaved, and plucked every inch I thought he would see and touch. My dress clung to my curvy body and since I had only a bra on underneath it was not going to take long to be naked in front of this man. I reached behind me and unzipped it. The dress pooled to my feet and I reached behind my back again to unhook my bra. The bra fell to the floor as I kept my eyes glued on him. My breasts, so sensitive and exposed, felt swollen and needy.
“How is this, Ambassador?” I whispered. I left my heels on as I stood in front of him. I kept my eyes on him and they seemed glossed over. I became extremely self-aware.
He grabbed my hand and walked me to a staircase. My body tingled with the prospect of what he was going to do to me. I followed behind him up endless stairs to a huge wooden door.
Behind a closed door was his masculine bedroom. This bedroom was all man. Slate grey walls and black furniture decorated the room. A map of Paris hung behind his bed. The huge four-poster bed seemed to be the centerpiece of the bedroom. Beside it was a table and across from it was a fireplace with a black leather couch in front of it. He had a bathroom off in the corner. The lighting was low and the room seemed lit up by the sconces on the wall, making it more romantic.
Once inside, it hit me that I was going to give myself to him. I became frightened at the look he gave me and the manner at which he took charge once inside his room. Suddenly, a sexual animalistic urge hit me. Goosebumps formed on my body as I was about to find out what he had in mind.
My sexual appetite had been in overdrive. My love for sex and having a man touch me had been strong. With Anthony, I seemed to not be satisfied and wanted more and more. I had not been with a man for a year, and that was a one-night stand with a guy too drunk to care about what I needed. I was beyond excited to be fully fucked. I wanted the touch of a man, of this man.
He walked over to the bed and held out his arms.
I walked into him. He was fully dressed. His hands so soft and big were against my naked back. Our mouths were not even an inch apart as we gazed into each other’s eyes. I knew once he kissed me our passion wo
uld ignite. The first brush of his lips sent an awakening inside me. A hunger took over and I wanted more. His mouth covered mine and I moaned. He tasted delicious. His mouth moved to my jaw and my neck. His hands worked their way to my ass, which he squeezed softly. My hands roamed up his chest feeling his hard contoured muscles through is shirt. He felt perfect. His scent intoxicated me. The way he tasted was like nothing I had experienced before. I couldn’t get enough of him. I started to unbutton his jeans
“Turn around.”
I turned around so that my back pressed up to him. He was so warm. The only sound in the room was my panting and a waterfall I heard in the background somewhere. He picked up my hair and moved to one side of my neck. His hands splayed across my stomach as he pushed me into him. His lips caressed my neck. Fabrice knew exactly where to touch me. Desire swelled in my stomach.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as his lips touched my ear.
My hands reached behind me. I grabbed on to his hair. Instant lust and want exploded inside me. His hands went from my stomach and slipped up to my breasts. His warm mouth worked down my neck as his fingertips brushed my hardened nipples. One of his hands slipped between my legs as he tweaked my breast. My legs almost gave out.
“You are so wet. When is the last time you had sex?” he whispered in my ear.
“I don’t know. With a man a year ago.”
“With a man? Do you enjoy women also?” He kept teasing me letting his fingers trace the outline of my wet lips.
“No, I enjoy my vibrator. Quite a bit since I saw you.”
“Is that right? Can your vibrator do this, make you this wet, or touch you like I’m touching you?” His hands felt wonderful all over my body. Like warm silk against my skin. I wanted to fuck his brains out.
“No, Fabrice. My vibrator doesn’t do this.” I turned around and began to take his shirt off.
“No. I will take it off when I am ready, Isabella. Remember what I told you. This is different with me.” His accent was strong as I stared at him.
His mouth trailed soft kisses across my shoulders and down to my breasts. He took one in his mouth and it was so hot. My nipple hardened as he sucked and bit it lightly with his teeth. My clit spasmed and I couldn’t help but moan. My skin was feverish. I wanted to lie down on the bed and have him underneath me. I wanted to strip him bare with my teeth. His fingertips caressed my nipples that he sucked. His hand reached between my legs and I was dripping wet.
