“You’re an incredible kisser,” she told him, and he responded by kissing her deeper, with more energy, tilting her head back, putting her off balance, but holding onto her so strongly she felt stable and supported.
“I’m hungry,” he said.
“Well,” she pulled away, smiling, “we should go to dinner, then.”
A look of mock disappointment crossed his face. “I guess,” he said slowly. “I guess I did say I wanted to take you out, not keep you in.”
“How about this,” she suggested, grinning flirtatiously at him. “We’ll go out, and then, if you behave, we’ll stay in.
Chapter Five
Armada was packed when they arrived, which was not a surprise. The restaurant was only open for dinner, and only from five o’clock until eleven o’clock, six days a week, because the food was just that good. The ambiance spoke of luxury, with dark, rich Italian tapestries on the walls, ornate fabric on the booths, and servers that were so well trained they could give you the entire menu if you asked for it, in English or in Italian.
Raul had handed the car off to valet, and a young man opened April’s door for her. She could tell by the way he looked her up and down, then back up again, that she had picked the right outfit. She smiled at him and winked; he blushed.
The host seated them at a private table in the upstairs portion of the restaurant, a small table for two in the corner. It afforded an amazing view of the restaurant, overlooking the downstairs seating as well as the bar.
April continued to be impressed, but she began to watch Raul carefully. There was something mysterious about him, something compelling. Beyond his gorgeous looks and his sensual energy, there was no chance in the world someone in his occupation could ever afford this table. The top level of Armada as reserved for people who had initials attached to their occupations. CFO, COO, CEO. Really, not even MD, though that was far more likely than RN.
Raul looked at the menu, and April looked at Raul. What’s your secret? She thought to herself.
“What do you like here?” she asked, pretending to examine the menu. She had studied it extensively that afternoon, figuring out exactly what she wanted, so she didn’t have to think about it at the restaurant; she’d wanted to spend that time concentrating on her companion.
“I like almost everything,” he said. “But my favorite appetizer is the spicy thruster.” He looked at her as he said this, his eyes slightly narrowed, his lips wet as he fixed his gaze on her.
She looked at him and took a deep breath. However, he did it, he managed to nearly undo her with just his eyes.
“The spicy thruster, huh?” she asked, not breaking eye contact. She dropped her shoe off of her right foot and bent her knee, lifting her toes to touch his inner thigh. His upper body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed and he moved his leg to press into her foot.
“It’s a hot piece to put in your mouth,” he said.
April licked her lips. “Sounds like the perfect appetizer.”
They ordered the spicy thruster, their entrees, and a bottle of wine. Raul ordered the wine, and they toasted.
“To casual encounters,” he said.
“To casual encounters,” she replied, and felt a small amount of relief mixed with confusion. As she gazed at Raul and sipped her wine, she felt stirrings in her stomach that suggested at least a small part of her thought of Raul as something possibly worth more than just fucking. She tried to shake the thought, but the more she pushed it away, the more insistent it became. No, she thought. He’s not boyfriend material. But, the voice, the insistent one, came back to her. Why not?
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“Just savoring the flavor of this wine,” she responded. “So, can I ask you something?”
“What’s a poor guy like me doing in a place like this?” he asked, a small smile playing at his lips.
“Something like that, if that’s not too offensive of a question.”
“Not at all. I came into some money awhile back. My father passed away,”
“I’m sorry,” April interrupted.
“It’s okay,” Raul said. “We weren’t that close. It was sad, of course, but most of my good memories of him are from my childhood, and that was a long time ago. Anyway,” he reached down and massaged her foot with his hand. It felt divine. “He left me the majority of his estate. It wasn’t enough to make me a millionaire, but it was definitely enough to give me the opportunity to enjoy some of the finer things in life, like good meals and good company.”
April watched him as he spoke. There was something in his story, or in the way that he told it, that suggested he wasn’t telling her everything. She thought about whether or not to call him on that, see how he reacted, but she didn’t want to risk him ending the evening early, before she could find out more about him. Besides, she reasoned, it was very possible he was telling the truth and she was just misreading him. Though, she thought, that’s rarely ever the case.
They talked easily throughout dinner. They actually, to April’s surprise, had quite a bit in common. Raul practiced yoga as well, and had even gone through a teacher training program nearly ten years earlier, though he didn’t teach. They had both moved into the city at around the same time, neither had ever been married but both had been close, and they seemed to have the same perverted sense of humor about the silliest things, like the fact that their server’s hair looked like he’d stuck his finger into an electrical socket.
“Do you want dessert?” he asked when the server cleared their entrée plates.
“Of course I want dessert,” she responded, reaching across the table and taking his hand. Stop that! She thought to herself. Stop acting like you’re actually on a date here. This is foreplay, and to think of it any differently is a mistake.
“Do you want dessert from Armada’s menu,” he paused, squeezed her hand, “or from mine?”
“That sounds like a trick question,” she said, not taking the bait. “You know what my best friend always tells me?”
“What’s that,” Raul asked with a “this ought to be good” smirk.
“That our lives would be greatly enhanced if we deleted the word ‘or’ from our vocabulary and, instead, replaced it with ‘and.’”
“As in, you want dessert from Armada’s menu and mine?” he chuckled.
“Exactly,” she said, putting her fingertip to her nose.
“That sounds a little greedy of you, April dear,” he said. The smile on his face said he was teasing her.
“I’m a greedy girl, Raul darling,” she matched his tone.
“You also appear to be a girl who knows what she wants. I like that.” He signaled for the waiter to return. When he did, immediately, Raul ordered a chocolate gelato for them to split. “Extra cherries,” he said, looking at April. When the server walked away, he continued. “Because I know there are no other cherries at this table.”
“You’re terrible,” April groaned. “A cherry joke? Really?”
Raul laughed and shrugged. “We’ve been here for nearly three hours! I only have two hours of good material. We’re down to potty jokes and cherry jokes.”
Three hours! April looked at her watch for the first time that night to see that he was right; it was nearly closing time at Armada. She took a sip of her wine and smiled.
“Well, as long as you don’t whip out a whoopee cushion,” she warned. “I think I can still agree to be seen with you in public.”
The chocolate gelato was absolutely delicious. There were some foods that put April in the mood to fuck not because they were necessarily aphrodisiacs (though chocolate certainly was), but because the sensory experience of eating them was so acute, so distinct, she felt as though she could just as well be fucking someone.
“You’re… enjoying your dessert,” Raul said as she moaned quietly around her spoon.
“I’m enjoying it,” she said, “but not as much as I’ll be enjoying you later. This,” she sucked on the spoon, licking it
clean, “is just a warm up.”
“Check please,” he said, not loudly enough for the server to hear, but he gave a wave to accompany it and the server came right over.
“It’s been my pleasure to serve you this evening, sir and madam. Please, visit us again,” the server said politely.
“We will,” Raul said. “That’s a guarantee.”
April watched him, still fighting that feeling in her stomach, the feeling that there was more all-around—more to Raul than met the eye, more to their casual evening. She wondered if Raul was thinking the same thing. When he pulled out a black Amex, she couldn’t stop her eyes from widening. And this guy expected her to believe he’d just come into ‘some’ money from a dead relative? How stupid did he think she was? As far as she knew, black Amex cards were given to people with enough money they could, quite literally, throw it out a window. She eyed the card, then looked at him. She chose to not say anything about it… at least, not right in that moment.
He didn’t even ask if he was coming upstairs. He parked the car and got out, then opened April’s door to escort her to the entrance to her building. She pushed the elevator button for her floor and, soon, they were standing outside her door.
“Final chance to escape,” she said coyly, stroking his bicep with her fingers.
“Why on earth would I want to do that?” he asked. She smiled and pushed her door open, dragging him in behind her.
As he had when he first arrived earlier in the night, he kissed her in her entry way, but this time he didn’t stop there. He pulled her dress off over her head right there on the spot, then stood back to admire her standing in her lingerie.
“Damn,” he whistled. “You are fucking gorgeous.” He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, closing his eyes and groaning softly. He dropped his mouth to her left breast and, moving her bra out of the way, began to suck on her nipple. His lips were firm yet exploratory, and she didn’t need to ask him to use his teeth, to bite gently, to tug at her erect nipple with his teeth as though he were teasing out a knot in a necklace with his fingers. She held onto him, her arms around his shoulders.
He kissed her again and picked her up. She was expecting it and wrapped her legs around his hips.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked.
“Walk straight. First door on your left. I mean, your right.” She giggled, feeling the effects of the wine, the pasta, the dessert, and Raul not just going to her head, but going to her everywhere. Every cell in her body seemed to be pulsing with energy, with arousal, crackling and reaching out for more stimulation.
“This is your apartment, right?” Raul asked, gently nipping at her neck. “I don’t want to get arrested… for trespassing.”
“Would you like to get arrested for something else?” April asked, taking note of his pause. “Public disturbance? Indecent exposure?”
“Hmmmm, a bad girl who likes a bad boy… I like that,” he whispered.
“You have no idea,” she said as he pushed her bedroom door open with his foot.
He set her onto her bed and she immediately rolled over and opened the drawer of her nightstand. She took out a condom and held it out to him, then set it on her nightstand.
“This is for you,” she said, “when it’s time.” She reached back into the drawer and pulled out handcuffs and a crop. “Yes?” she asked. She nearly burst out laughing at his expression. It was that of a boy on Christmas morning. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said. “A strong yes.”
He grabbed the handcuffs and April spread herself out on the bed. She brought her hands up over her head and he quickly attached her to the bed frame with the cuffs. She shivered at the sound of the metal click click click as the cuffs closed on her wrists. She tugged at her wrists, showing him that they were secure.
“Take off your clothes,” she ordered. “Then do me.” She turned over, displaying her G-string-clad ass to him.
“You are too fucking hot to handle,” he said, stripping down to nothing. He flung his clothes into the corner, and April saw his cock for the first time. She flashed back to Dr. Goodfreid and almost laughed out loud. She’d thought the doctor was enormous, but now she understood why he had sent Raul from the room. Raul’s cock was the biggest she’d ever seen, by far, in both length and girth. Her eyes widened and Raul laughed.
“Did you think Dr. G kicked me out this morning because I didn’t know about you two?” he asked. “Just between you and me, I give Dr. G a little bit of a complex.”
“I can see that you certainly would,” April said, smiling, licking her lips. “Bring that freight train over here for a second.”
He walked to the top of the bed and stood just out of reach of her mouth. She lunged for his cock, at least the tip, but couldn’t reach.
“Get over here,” she said, frustrated, her mouth watering for the feel of his cock between her lips.
“Oh, that’s what you want? Sorry,” he teased, “I was confused.” He stepped forward and slid himself into her mouth, wet and slick, and they both moaned in pleasure. He filled her mouth, and she began to lick and suck his head and shaft, moving her head up and down along the shaft, pausing to gently purse her lips with suction around his head. “Babe,” he said. He grabbed the crop, a simple black instrument wrapped in leather, with a black leather triangle on one end and a braided handle on the other. He slapped her ass with it as she sucked him off, and she cried out, each slap prompting her to lick faster.
What is he doing? She thought frantically. In her fantasies, she was a domme, ordering her subs to spank, bite, caress her. But, Raul was offering her a different option. He was dominating her, but still allowing her the illusion—the sensation—that she was in control.
“Fuck me,” she breathed, “you’re so fucking good, oh fuck, oh this feels so good!” She cried out as he slapped her with the crop again, gently. He pulled the crop back and kissed it, making sure she was watching, then he did something no one had ever done to her before. He began to spank her lightly, successively and quickly. The crop fluttered on her ass like a butterfly, and she orgasmed with him in her mouth. She cried out and forced herself to mind her teeth, her body and mind confused by how to disperse her energy.
She finally pulled back from his cock to enjoy her orgasm and she turned onto her stomach, giving him greater exposure to her ass. He mounted her from behind and, still lightly spanking her with the crop, he slid two fingers inside her. The sensation only magnified her orgasm and she came a second time, a wave still technically attached to the first, but distinctly different.
“Oh my god,” she whined. “Raul, fucking Christ.” She felt every cell in her body pulsing, wanting, begging for more.
“Hm,” he said playfully. “So, you’re ready then.” He turned her over and, without fanfare or hesitation, entered her. He began to pulse into her, his cock sliding easily. “You’re so wet,” he said. “Must have been the dessert.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “That was it. Totally the dessert.”
He closed his eyes, then, and focused in on the task at hand. She got into a rhythm with him as he thrust into her, her legs spread, her hands clinking in the handcuffs against her metal bed frame.
When he was about to come, he groaned loudly and stiffened, began to thrust at her faster, harder, and he exploded in her. She remembered the condom but only in a back corner of her mind. No matter, she mused, she was on the pill and anyone with a black Amex was probably clean. He thrust against her and spent himself, then flopped next to her on the bed.
“Damn,” he said as he released her from the cuffs. “You are one fine woman.”
She was about to respond when she heard him snoring lightly. No matter, she thought as she rubbed her wrists and drifted off to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.
Chapter Six
April awoke the next morning late enough that the sun was already high in the sky and the birds had finished their morning song ritual. She stretched, inhaling deeply, but stopped her exhale as she real
ized the other side of the bed was empty. She looked over to where Raul had been sleeping the night before. He had, of course, left her a note. She grabbed it, squinting with half-closed eyes at what it said.
“Good morning, gorgeous, I got paged at 7am and had to leave; I hope I didn’t wake you. Last night was fun. Let’s do it again. Tonight? ~Raul
She rolled over and dozed for a few more minutes then got out of bed. Yes, she thought, she might very much enjoy Raul Part Two tonight, if he was so inclined. She got out of bed and put on her robe. She washed her face and looked at herself in her bathroom mirror. Yep, she looked like she had been fucked, very thoroughly, very completely. She walked into the kitchen to make her morning coffee.
She wandered around her apartment, sipping her coffee, thinking about the conundrum that was Raul. He was clearly rich, but he didn’t act like it. Except that he was definitely hiding something, that was for certain. His story was too pat, too easy, and, most importantly, the story of a dead father didn’t account for the amount of money he clearly had, unless his father had been some major Somebody, a detail he hadn’t offered up. She wondered if he was, in fact, a CEO of a company, or a celebrity, someone who valued his anonymity and whose face wasn’t immediately recognizable to the public. He looked familiar to her now, of course, but, she reasoned, that was because of Dr. Goodfreid’s office. She tried to remember if he had looked familiar to her the first time she’d seen him. She shook her head; she couldn’t recall.
She sipped her coffee, standing at the picture window looking out over the part of the city she could see. She was only on the fourth floor, so her view wasn’t perfect, but it was better than nothing. Better, even, than most.
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