“Now look who’s playing dirty,” he said. Seductively, I moved back between his legs and tipped the can down to spread some of that deliciousness onto his manhood. I braced my hands on either side of him and lowered my mouth. His eyes widened in surprise then I pulled back for a second.
“Did I get your attention?” I teased.
“Luv, you’ve always had it,” he said, sucking in a breath as I began giving him one of my now notorious blowjobs, the kind that had Colt cumming within minutes back at Jameson and the one that had gotten us in trouble in class.
Dorian’s hands went into my hair as my tongue danced over his long shaft. I wasn’t able to get him completely in my mouth but then, he wasn’t complaining. His hips thrust upward, mimicking the way that I imagined him fucking me. My body buzzed in need and having him inside of me was all that I could think about.
I felt Dorian tremble, and then he lifted me away and moved me up towards his mouth. “I want your beautiful pussy straddling my face,” he said. He swung me over him so that we were in the sixty-nine position then I took his steel back in my mouth. There was something so freeing about having him in my mouth while I was getting oral in return, and Dorian was the master of oral.
I rolled my hips into his mouth wanting more and he obliged. We were already reading each other’s body language so well. Dorian was pure temptation. My body was on fire and I was getting close to exploding.
His magic tongue pushed me toward another orgasm and that only made my body tighten with need. This man was a machine.
I lifted my head away, let Dorian slip two fingers into me and rub my g-spot. I let my guard down and convulsed around his fingers. Jesus, he had me. My body had never had this kind of pleasure. Lust was covering us in a thick blanket and I welcomed it.
I pulled away and Dorian guided me off of him. I couldn’t wait to get his mouth on mine. I needed him to release this temptress that was bursting to get out. I wanted him to take me down a path that I’d never been down before. I wanted him to fuck me hard and say nothing about love. I didn’t want to think. I only wanted him.
“Dorian. Please, now. I want…I need…you,” he didn’t let me finish.
“So, I win?” he asked.
“Yes…please fuck me,” I begged. He positioned himself over me and I had never imagined wanting a man more.
His eyes lit up with adrenaline and sin. I felt his breath hitch as he slipped inside of me. His eyes closed as I engulfed him. We both let out a shaky breath.
“I always win. Christ, Aria, you make me feel like a teenager getting his first bang. You’re so fucking tight,” he breathed. “Don’t move, give me a moment,” he half chuckled.
I watched as he fought back his orgasm and I couldn’t help but feel his lust pour over me like the feel of the golden sun on a warm spring day.
Dorian took in a deep breath and then moved deeper inside of me. I was so full.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No,” I gushed.
He smiled an innocent smile. He pulled out deliciously slow then moved in even more slowly.
I gripped the hard muscles of his back wanting him to bury himself deeper inside me to help ease this ache. I raised my hips up, wanting more. Then his movements changed.
He began pounding out a rhythm that screamed fucking hallelujah! I was an angel on fire.
He bounced me in every direction at once. My mind was blown away by the way he could move. It started hard and fast, then he changed his pace to soft and slow. It felt like I was flying and the only one to catch me was Dorian.
He grew harder inside of me as his eyes became hooded. His pounding became steadfast and rhythmic then he reached down between us and rubbed at my clit. I threw my head back and in moments, I was cumming loudly. His hard shaft was pushing harder and I could feel him hit my ache square on. It was heavenly.
I was feeling the fire of ecstasy, pure bliss, and pure ultimate sin as every fiber of my being was caught up in Dorian in this moment.
When he let go inside of me the weight of the world shifted. I wasn’t Aria Mason the woman in love with Avery Jameson. I was Dorian’s mistress and like a kitten to a bowl of warm milk, I was purring loudly. I had found decadence, and his name was Dorian.
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CHAPTER 15
BY-TOR AND THE SNOW DOG
Saturday Evening, November 3nd – Weekend Five
Later that evening, Dorian escorted me into the elevator and we made our way down to dinner. Tonight’s theme was Welcome to the North Pole and dinner was being served in the polar ballroom.
Dorian bought me a plush polar bear costume that featured a white corset with lace up back, large white fur boots, arm warmers, a polar bear hat with ears and tassels, and a matching fur mini-skirt that barely fell below my cherry, while he wore a simple light gray suit and a dark plum tie.
I was nervous to say the least and I could do without this huge polar bear hat. I felt like a giant cotton ball.
Tonight would be the first time everyone would see that I was Dorian’s housegirl and while I hid my apprehension well enough, I was a fucking wreck inside.
I smiled up at Dorian as he placed his hand on my lower back and ushered me out of the elevator. It was show time.
I tried to keep my eyes on the floor in front of me but as we made our way to the ballroom, my eyes found Avery through the sea of people. He was magnetic as always and I could feel the energy pulsing through the Manor tonight even if the crowd seemed smaller than usual. I wasn’t sure if the energy was coming from the party or from me.
Avery’s face lit up when he saw me then he recomposed himself. I smiled softly, and then lowered my head to respect Dorian.
I could feel eyes on me as I followed Dorian into the polar room, which was kept cooler than the other theme rooms.
There were beautiful life-size ice sculptures of couples in torrid embrace that adorned the dining tables. Circular sunken areas were lined with white fur-covered couches.
Throughout the room, king-sized beds lined the ballroom haphazardly leaving only a small area for dancing on the white marbled floor.
Ivory tapestries of silken cotton draped from the ceiling and walls as large rocky fireplaces stood prudently along the sides with the bar near the entrance on the left as we walked in.
The beds were covered in frosty igloo domes so you could climb right in and have modicum of privacy for threesomes and foursomes. The beds looked extremely comfortable.
I followed Dorian to a private table that he had arranged. He whispered to the waitress the moment she arrived. She nodded her head and I tried to figure out what he was up to.
“Don’t overthink it, Aria. I’ve planned a wonderful evening. Just enjoy the party.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
“That’s another thing, after making love to you, it doesn’t feel right for you to call me sir. I don’t want you to be like the other servant girls. You’re exquisite and the exception to the rule. Just call me Dorian from here on out.”
I was surprised by his request. “Okay,” I affirmed as my eyes sank towards the candles on the table. Dorian moved his hand to my chin and raised it. My eyes studied his.
“What is it?”
“I’m just a little overwhelmed by all of this.”
Dorian lowered his hand when the waitress came back with a bucket of champagne and two glasses. She poured each of us a glass then took our order.
I was going to get a cheeseburger but that seemed weird to me all of a sudden. I wanted to taste something different. I would save my usual order for Avery. I ordered the Prime Rib and an Appletini and then sipped nervously on my champagne until that green goodness got back to my table.
My eyes shot to Avery as he stealthily appeared beside our table. I could see his guard was up and I squirmed in my seat as I waited for his words.
“Aria,” Avery greeted. My body rippled at the sound of his voice.
“Hi,” I quipped as I offered my eyes to him.
“Dorian,” Avery added to not make this encounter any less unpleasant. “How are you getting along so far?”
“Perfectly.” Dorian smirked as I felt his hand caress my knee and I jumped. My knee hit the underside of the table and the whole thing shook as if a vicious earthquake had struck. I bit my tongue trying not to cry out. Damn that hurt.
Dorian hid his frown but I knew he wasn’t pleased. Rule number one was never disrespect the guest. Shit.
“I’m sorry. I’m a little jumpy,” I said apologetically to both of them.
Dorian’s eyes softened and he raised his hand to my face and traced the back of his hand down my cheek in a possessive manner and I calmed instantly. What the hell was that? Why did I react to him like that?
One side of his mouth curved upward then he moved his hand back to my leg. I suddenly felt very aware that I wasn’t wearing any panties. My fur skirt was tight and short and barely covered my ass when I sat down.
“Well, have a good night. See you around, Princess,” Avery said with narrowed lips as he turned with stiff shoulders and made his way back towards the hall that lead to his office. As quickly as he showed up, he was gone.
I wanted to follow him. I wanted to know that he was all right and if he was still okay with this arrangement.
Dorian’s hand left my knee, rose up under my skirt, and hit home plate. I felt his warm fingers enter me as I gasped.
I tried to glance around the room to make sure no one saw but Dorian’s other hand reached up and held my face gently so that I could only look at him.
“You’re mine for tonight. No wandering thoughts,” he said in a low but firm voice as his fingers curled up inside me and found my g-spot. Then he backed his fingers out and quickly slipped them again deep inside of me until I caught my breath. Dorian seized control of my thoughts and I submitted to him as he penetrated me.
“Of course, Dorian,” I said, trying to reign in my sexual need. I was feeling guilty and missing Avery, but Dorian’s relentless fingers had my body begging for release. I had never dreamed that I’d be so taken with another man since I fell for Avery. It was only a short time ago that I had learned about Camp Paramore. Only a month ago when I first visited here and that same day I met Dorian. Six months ago, I was still a sexually repressed, naïve young girl whose only sexual experience was a one-night stand with Nate. Now, I was dressed as a naughty polar bear while the biggest movie star in the world aroused me in a room full of strangers while we waited for steak. Fuck, his fingers felt good.
He slowed his ministrations. “Hmmm,” he said thoughtfully, his eyes gleamed back at me.
“We’ll eat then take this over to one of the igloo beds,” he said slowly pulling his fingers out of me then bringing them up to his mouth and licking them like a popsicle.
“Okay,” I eagerly replied. It was still early and the contract said I had to stay until midnight. After all, sex was just sex. Lust was not love. I loved Avery. Not Dorian. It was as simple as that. But I felt an overwhelming lust for Dorian. He was a sex God.
We ate quickly then grabbed our drinks and headed over toward the king-sized igloo beds. Most people had finished eating and the dancing had begun. I clicked my glass into Aver...I mean Dorian’s glass and we both downed what was left of our drinks as we walked.
Groups of guests were standing around socializing and several couples were making out on the couches.
The lights dimmed into a lunar blue as the temperature lowered even further. Groups of fur clad women hung at the bar doing shots and cheering each other on. One girl was on her hands and knees up on the bar drinking a shot from the ice slide. I think it was Mandy Candylane.
Tate Channers was in the sunken sitting area getting a blowjob from two different women, neither of which I knew.
Jenna sipped her drink in front of the left fireplace as one of her newer houseboys rubbed her feet and sucked on her toes while she relaxed.
I passed Wren and Ethan while they were chatting casually to Sienna and Sean. I waved to them as we passed by, but they didn’t greet me with their usual smiles. Then my gaze was broken when Dorian stopped and turned towards me.
“Aria, when you’re with me I don’t want you socializing with your mates. You’re mine until midnight, and as long as you are mine, they no longer exist in your world. Is that clear?” he stated.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Now, be a good housegirl and jump into that igloo and get comfortable while I go grab us some drinks to take in there with us.” Dorian headed towards the bar while I sat down in the entranceway of the igloo.
The mattress was heated and the inside of the igloo must have been at least twenty degrees warmer than it was outside. A snow machine that Avery installed in the ceiling began to blow and tiny snowflakes drifted over the crowd.
As I looked around the room I locked eyes with Jenna who flashed me a kind smile and waved but I didn’t dare wave back because I wasn’t sure if she was on Dorian’s approved list or not. It seemed that Dorian wanted me all for himself and wasn’t planning on sharing, at least not tonight.
I saw that Caitlyn had her man under control as they approached the bar for drinks not far from where Dorian was standing. A numbing alcohol induced calm had fallen over me as I glanced around the ballroom people watching when two devilish females moved in to stand directly in front of me…oh joy. They stood less than two feet away from me with icy stares, like Cold Miser drooling over a Popsicle, just sipping on their oversized glasses of wine, which were obviously vases they prodigiously purloined from the passageway. Idiots.
They were both dressed in brown furry costumes that looked a little like Scooby Doo. I really don’t think they knew that the main theme tonight was polar white.
“So what are you guy dressed up as?” I asked in my fake voice just to seem somewhat friendly.
“We’re sexy snow dogs,” Jezebel answered curtly.
“Do sexy snow dogs solve mysteries?” I asked, glancing over their coffee colored costumes and doing my best to keep the tone casual.
“She said sled dogs, not snow dogs,” Genevieve corrected.
“Oh…my mistake. Sled dogs are decidedly more sexy and less prone to solving mysteries,” I responded as I rolled my eyes and looked around the room for someone…anyone to come rescue me from this inane conversation. Right now, I’d even welcome Caitlyn, I thought as I locked eyes with her as she passed by me with her guest.
“What do you think of her outfit, Jez? Do you think that fur is real?” Genevieve asked Jezebel.
“There’s no way that’s real. She’s too poor. You know she’s only here to land some rich sugar-daddy who will take care of her,” Jezebel said.
“I’m sitting right here you know. I can hear you,” I said sarcastically.
“I wonder what we should do to her for trying to steal Dorian away from us?” Genevieve asked.
“Again, I’m right here and you can’t steal what you don’t have,” I said, but then their frosty leers focused on me, chilling me to the bone.
“We warned you to stay away from Dorian. You should have listened. It’s too bad you’ll have to miss this wonderful party. I guess we’ll have to keep Dorian entertained in your absence,” Jezebel said.
“You know I’m already here with Dorian, right? I’m actually sitting here in front of you while he gets us drinks…and by us, I mean Dorian and myself,” I said.
“Lets see how long you want to stay with everyone laughing at you,” Jezebel responded as they both took their giant vases of wine and tossed the contents all over me. The Merlot chilled me and covered my corset and skirt so completely that PETA would’ve been proud of the stains.
I jumped up off the bed and put all my weight into a swing at Jezebel’s face, who ducked so quickly that I didn’t have time to pull back on the momentum and causing my fist to land squarely against Dorian’s jaw. He spun around in a half circle, dropped our tray of drinks, and hit the floor face first. He was out cold.
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��Holy shit, I think you killed him!” Genevieve yelled. “She’s crazy! You’re all witnesses that she just attacked us!” she announced to the entire room that was now staring at us.
The DJ stopped the music and a hush fell across the crowd. Ethan and Wren ran over to Dorian, kneeled down, shook him, and smacked him on the face lightly trying to revive him. My mouth hung open.
“Give him some air,” Ethan said. “Everyone back up.” Ethan and Wren comforted Dorian as I felt a set of hands grab me and quickly usher me out of the ballroom.
“What the fuck is happening?” I yelled as Caitlyn escorted me down the hall.
“Calm down Miss Mischief. I think it’s best you take a few minutes to regroup before round two,” Caitlyn said.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked.
“We’re going to the costume shop,” she said. “We can’t have you running around the party in a stained costume. You look like a polar bear with a menstrual problem and Dorian might find that dishonorable.”
“It’s not my fault. I didn’t do anything to those crazy bitches,” I defended.
“Be that as it may, Dorian would want you to get a new costume,” Caitlyn said.
“Why are you helping me?” I asked as we walked down the grand staircase.
“My VIP told me to be a nicer person and to help those in need,” she said.
We crossed through the main ballroom, garnering more stares from the people who passed us along the way, until we entered a small shop just down the hallway from the main dining room. Elias was straightening folded costumes on a large table along the north wall of the shop.
“Excuse us,” Caitlyn said. “Can you fit Aria with a new polar bear costume?”
“You can put it on my bill,” Jenna said as she burst through the door only a few seconds after Caitlyn and me.
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered to Jenna then he turned to me. “I believe I have another in your size Ms. Mason. Mr. Jameson had me stock duplicates of all your club wear just in case of an emergency such as this,” Elias replied as he headed to the back of the store and began fishing for another polar bear dress.
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