Sexual Awakenings: The Waltz

by Angelica Chase

  “I love the way you taste.”

  My clit pulsed as he brushed it with his thumb. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I opened wider for him as we held each other’s gaze. I licked his lips and he squeezed his eyes shut, his hard dick bulging beneath me. He stood suddenly, forcing me to my feet, and turning me away from him as he placed my hands on either side of the arch of the small gazebo. He wrapped his arm around my waist pulling my ass toward him bending me over slightly. Looking around frantically to see if anyone was coming our way, I started to protest when he lifted my skirt so it hung on my back and pulled down my panties. I was in a panic. Anyone could come by at any moment. Oh God, this was … hot! My arms buckled slightly when I felt the tip of his huge cock at my entrance, sliding up and down. He ran one hand up and down my ass and smoothed it over, caressing my thighs as the other finger fucked me roughly. On edge and full of adrenaline, I kept my mouth clamped as his raw touch pushed me into a frenzy.

  “You’re going to stand there and take this dick, Violet,” he ordered, his voice making my sex clench. There were people just a few feet away. My skirt was hanging over my ass and my front was covered, but there was no mistaking what we were about to do. His huge tip entered me again and I bit my bottom lip so hard tears sprang to my eyes.

  And then I felt him. His width slid into me one painful and achingly delicious inch at a time. I thanked God out loud as the mariachi band started another song very close to where I was being impaled.

  Rhys pinched my nipple, finding it easily over my dress as he thrust the rest of his hard length deep inside of me. My scream was muffled by the band and I held on tight as his cock stretched my drenched pussy. He gripped both hips, showing no mercy as he stroked me viscously. I called out to him, my pleas lost in the air. He bent me over further and my entire body twitched when he hit me deep, fucking me harder than I’d ever been fucked in my life. I braced myself, taking all he would give me, savoring every amazing amount of beautiful friction. He squeezed my ass painfully, driving in deeper, and all I could do was hold on as I prayed for him to never stop. The more he fucked me, the wetter I got.

  He wrapped his arms around my waist, his dick still pulsing inside of me as he again sat on the bench. I writhed in pleasure, feeling the depth of him even more. Now sitting on his lap, his cock buried deep as I faced away from him, unable to see, only to feel, I moved my body, grinding my hips into him.

  “Violet,” he grunted, pumping into me as I braced my hands on his knees and bounced up and down with his thrusts, my legs hanging limp on either side of him. I was out of my mind moaning as he pumped into me, his balls slapping my ass and finger pressing on my clit. I felt the pull and second-guessed it until minutes later Rhys had his hand over my mouth, muffling my now easily heard moans. I shattered, completely coming apart as he pressed hard on my clit and buried his cock deep. My legs shook uncontrollably and I went limp as he pounded into me and spilled himself inside.

  I opened my eyes to find us unseen, or at least I hoped so, but deep down I really didn’t give a shit. Rhys pulled out of me and I felt the evidence of his orgasm seep down my leg as I used my panties to wipe the mess away, stuffing them in my purse. Rhys buckled his pants and turned me to him to straighten my dress. I looked at him with wide eyes as he rubbed his thumb along my jaw then placed a soft kiss on my lips.

  “I love Mexican,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I could only nod as he led me to the car, staying quiet until we arrived at The Rabbit Hole.

  He kept his car idling, to keep the heat in, and asked for my cell. I watched his profile as he programmed his number into my phone. The glow of the dash lit the shadows and highlighted the perfect, strong lines of his face.

  “Why are you single?” I asked before I had a chance to weigh my words.

  He handed my phone back. “I haven’t always been.”

  “That’s an answer?” I asked, thrown off by the open book my life had been so far to him and the vague answer he had just given me.

  “It’s one you will have to accept tonight.” He got out of the car and cornered my side as I smoothed down my dress. I accepted his hand and he kissed my wrist in a way that made my now sore sex ache to be filled again.

  “Thank you?” I said, grinning widely as he nodded his head to accept, and returning my grin.

  “I’ll be in touch, Violet.” He watched me walk to my car, and when I was safely inside, he returned to his. I drove away with a smile plastered to my face and an ache that I reveled in. Thank you, indeed.

  At home, soaking in the tub full of Epsom salt for the second day in a row, two things were apparent. I was ridiculously out of shape and I had been well fucked by a man with a dick the size of a tall Red Bull. I had winced throughout the last two days, wondering if I could even handle another hit of him. I checked my cell phone constantly, but had received nothing, not a word from him.

  Alex walked into the bathroom, straightening his tie. “What’s on your agenda today?”

  I sat stunned. There would be words between us today?

  “I’m sorry, are you talking to me?” I looked behind me at the shower tiles to emphasize my sarcasm.

  He looked down at the floor, studying his shoes. It was the first time I had really looked at him in months. Chestnut brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a boyishly handsome face, it was no big mystery to me why I fell for him. Smart, good-looking, funny, a persuasive way with words, now all I wanted was his silence.

  “Vi, I know I’ve been distant,” he offered. I waved my hand immediately.

  “Absent, not distant. Absent. And I really don’t even care to talk about it today, Alex. I’ve tried too hard for too long.” I stood up from the tub and saw him take in my naked form. He gave me a good once over and grabbed a towel, handing it to me and averted his eyes as if it bothered him. I made a small ‘hmpf’ sound and walked past him.

  “Can we have dinner tonight?” he asked, following me from the bathroom to our bedroom where I held my towel tightly around me.

  “Absolutely fucking not.” I heard my phone ping. I thought it ironic. I looked at the message and smiled. “I have plans.”

  “May I ask with whom?” he said, putting his hands on his hips.

  “Are you for real right now, Alex?” I asked, mocking his gesture, my hands gripping my hips.

  “Bye, Vi,” he said, giving up so easily I had to add fuel to the fire.

  “I’m sure she’ll forgive you. Just buy her something!” He paused in the doorway and then kept walking.

  Looking at the message again, I quickly let it go as a flutter of excitement raced through me.

  Rhys: I want a kiss. Meet me at the club at 8. Green.

  Hmmmm, green had been good to me so far. As a matter of fact, I was terrified of the pain tonight’s escapades might induce, no matter how mild. I couldn’t wait to see him. Wait.

  I sat on the edge of the bed. I couldn’t wait to see him? My phone rang in my hand and I jumped at the intrusion.

  “Hi, Mom.” I blushed as if she knew what I had been up to.

  “How’s my baby?” I grinned. I loved the sound of her voice. It took me back to a better place and time.

  “I miss you, Mom.” My voice trembled, surprising me, and I shook my head to dismiss my sudden emotion. This had to be PMS.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” she asked. I heard her walking and a door close behind her. Though my father and I were close, she never revealed anything said in confidence between us. I had an amazing friendship with her my whole life. My best friend in the world was my mother. I had a few close friends growing up and there were times we were at odds, even years we couldn’t connect. Now that I was older, that wasn’t even a possibility. I was an only child who had been both spoiled and disciplined.

  “Mom, I’m divorcing Alex. You know I’ve been unhappy—”

  “I know,” she said quietly.

  “You know?”

  “Honey, I was prepared for this statement the day of your wedd
ing.”

  I sat stunned at her admission. “What? You are telling me now you knew it wouldn’t work out?”

  “Yes. I knew he couldn’t make you happy. I’m sorry, baby. I thought about it a hundred times and thought better of it not to tell you. I guess I was hoping I was wrong.”

  I knew my mother loved me with everything she had. She would never intentionally keep something from me to hurt me. I probably wouldn’t have heeded her warning anyway.

  “He’s been unfaithful,” I said, then bluntly added, “and now so have I.”

  “Not surprised about him, but, baby, you too?”

  “It’s recent. He’s been unfaithful for over a year, I think.”

  “Well, baby, I know I’m not supposed to say this, but honestly, what’s good for the goose. When is this happening?”

  “Soon. I haven’t asked him for one yet, is that weird?”

  “You will when you’re ready. What’s the hurry? The damage is done and paperwork is just that, paperwork. Don’t you let him have that house. I know how much you love it! Why don’t we get together this week? Or better yet, pack a bag and come and stay with me. We can have one of our weekends.”

  “I’ll be over Friday. You have a date.”

  “I love you, baby. Just remember who you are and take her with you. The worst thing you can do is lose a piece of yourself to this because of him.”

  “I think I’m in the middle of doing just that, Mom. Kiss Daddy for me. I’ll see you soon.”

  Who knew? I thought my mother loved Alex. I would go home this weekend and be my mother’s daughter. It may be just what I needed.

  But tonight, I would be Rhys’s student, and I couldn’t wait.

  I took a ridiculous amount of time getting ready. I wore a long red skirt and white blouse, finishing the look with my new black and white checkered heels with a red sole, courtesy of Alex’s new American Express. I thought it was a nice touch. Tara greeted me and told me Rhys was running late and would be along shortly. She rounded the bar, which was slow, and kept me company, pouring us an insane amount of drinks in a short amount of time. We laughed until we cried and the more drinks that went down, the closer Tara got. Instead of beating around the bush, I asked her directly.

  “Are you trying to seduce me, Tara?”

  She batted her false lashes, which made her clear blue eyes pop, and gave me a sweet, “Maybe.”

  “You do know I’m screwing your boss?” I hiccupped, pushing the drink she set in front of me away.

  “He shares with me once in a while,” she said, raising her brows and leaning in closer.

  “I’ve never been with a woman,” I said, my eyes sweeping over the curve of her breasts. “I think you are beautiful.”

  “Well, it wouldn’t hurt to play around a little,” she said, unbuttoning the first three buttons of my blouse. I looked around to see we had an audience of one. Rhys was in the corner next to the entrance watching us intently. I gave him a smile as Tara slipped a hand underneath my shirt, sweeping a hand over my breast. I saw Rhys eyes light up and moaned as Tara’s soft lips took my nipple into her mouth. I was wet instantly, watching Rhys get hot over our exchange. I watched him carefully, waiting on him to object when Tara kissed my chest and glided her lips and tongue up my neck. Her hand reached between my legs and I parted my lips as she stroked my clit with expert skill. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Rhys and could feel his tension and growing need as Tara stroked me, sucking my tits and my neck, drawing my eyes closed when she slid her fingers inside of me. GOD THIS WAS HOT.

  I felt lips brush mine and opened them, grinning at Rhys, who was now standing between Tara and I.

  “That’s enough, Tara,” he said, lifting me off my barstool, encouraging me to wrap my legs around him. Tara protested as I smiled at Rhys, who carried me away as I gave her a thumbs up.

  “Thanks for my first outstanding lesbian experience.”

  Rhys burst out laughing as he led me down a different hall than the one that led to his office. I saw a few numbered doors and we entered door number three. The room was painted red and had a huge black ottoman in the center of it. I hadn’t bothered to explore the club any more than Rhys’s office, but it had been in the back of my mind that there was much more to it than just the bar.

  I looked up to Rhys with rose-colored glasses, due the amount of drinks, and kissed his neck. “You smell so good. Mmmm, did you miss me?”

  “I missed your pretty pink pussy.” He grinned, tossing me on the ottoman. “And maybe a little of that mouth.”

  I turned on my stomach and pointed the tips of my heels in the air. “I’ve been sore for two days, you know. I don’t think I’m going to be able to service you tonight, sir.” Another hiccup escaped me and I giggled.

  “I could just take it,” he said, throwing his jacket on the ottoman and loosening his tie.

  “I’m a little buzzed, Rhys. Don’t you think you should wait until I’m of sound mind and not take advantage of the situation?”

  He laughed as he unbuttoned the side of my skirt, sliding it off of me. When I was in nothing but my panties, he’d given me my answer.

  “What were the rules?” he asked, spreading me out on the ottoman on my stomach, pulling down my panties to just underneath my ass. He massaged my shoulders, placing small kisses on my back, trailing down to my ass before he took a mouthful of it. I was already soaked from Tara’s skillful fingers, now I was drenched from Rhys tongue.

  “What rules?” I couldn’t think with him stroking my skin, it felt so good. “Oh, the rules, no toys, no books, no other partners.”

  I felt the heat on my ass before the sound registered. He had just spanked me and it hurt.

  “What in the fuck!” The sober me would have realized this part of the evening was designed to test my ability to withstand a good spanking, the buzzed me wanted to punch the shit out of him.

  I rose from the ottoman and was brought back down by his hand flattening my back and pinning me down.

  “Shouldn’t we have a safe word or something?” I reasoned, with every intention of using it as soon as possible.

  “How about stop?” Another hit on the same exact spot he’d just branded me on had me screaming out.

  “Mother fucker!” Another round of slaps had tears coming out of my eyes, but I refused to ask him to stop. I was getting what I asked for. This was all part of it.

  “So you broke a rule tonight. I can’t fuck you and I’m the one who’s the mother fucker?” He was amused. I could hear it in his voice. I had no skin on my ass and this was amusing to him. I glared at him over my shoulder.

  “I’m awake now,” I said, sobered from the pain of my seared ass.

  He sat at my feet, leaning over to soothe his handprints with his tongue, and I instantly forgave him, sighing his name. “Rhys?”

  “Yes, Violet?”

  I turned over on my back, sitting up at the same time to pull myself to him as my legs cradled his body. “I thought you wanted a kiss.”

  “All in good time. Should I feed you?”

  I waved off his concern. “No, I’m good. I swear,” I said, as my vision cleared and his beautiful face fanned the flames of my burning insides. I leaned in, wetting my lips. He refused my kiss, turning his head away with a tsk.

  “You have to earn it,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, tracing the other down my chest before pinching my nipple hard. I cried out to him in pain and he looked at me, unaffected. After I got my wits back from seeing his bared chest for the first time, I returned the favor, pinching his nipple as hard as I could. He didn’t flinch, instead I felt his erection grow on my leg. Holy shit.

  He pushed me back on the ottoman as he revealed his full chest, letting his shirt fall to the floor. He was cut and had a bare chest, which I loved. What turned me on most were the sharp indents of either side of his stomach. They were well defined and I gestured with my head, demanding to see more. He obliged, his pants falling to the floor, his boxer
briefs the only thing keeping me from the rest. His thighs were thick and muscular. Who knew he was hiding that body underneath those clothes? I felt my sex twitch.

  “And the rest?” I asked, resting on my elbows, legs crossed, my heels still on.

  “You have to earn that too,” he said as his eyes glittered, no longer playful, the feeling in the air growing insanely intense. He came toward me and I flinched slightly as he reached me, tossing me easily on my stomach.

  “You ready for your punishment?” He didn’t hesitate. He took my panties down my legs and lifted me on all fours. His fingers dipped into me suddenly and he thrust them in front of my face.

  “Who did this to you? Wasn’t me! What are the rules, Violet? No one but me.” His voice was full of contempt and I was instantly on guard. He gripped my head roughly and stuck his fingers in my mouth. I moaned out in surprise before sucking myself off of him.

  “I wanted to taste that pussy of yours tonight, but you let someone else play with it. Now it’s all ruined.”

  His hand came down again, softer now as he took another handful of ass before sliding his digits in again. I screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain, no time to register when he spanked me a second time.

  “I don’t want to hear it. Matter of fact,” he barked as he made his way in front of me and pulled his stiff cock out. I had to fight the smile as he pushed it past my lips into my waiting mouth, slowly sliding it back and forth, coating my tongue with his tender muscled flesh. He twisted my body so he could access my entrance while I sucked him off. He licked his fingers clean and slid them in again.

  “Tastes so good and you ruined it!” Another spanking had me clamping my mouth down around him, and I heard him hiss through his teeth. “I hope you know that just encourages me to keep going.”