The Unconventional Mistress(14)

I was touched, touched because there aren’t that many luxury brands that cater to women my size, but it was obvious he’d done his homework and had found only the best in the city.

“Get dressed in one of the cocktail dresses I chose for you, we’re eating out tonight.” I was more than a little stymied when he did that twirling eyebrow thing, so boyish that it threw me.

In fact, all day he’d been like a different person. Not only because of the street food I’d convinced him to try, but when we stopped to play Frisbee with some kids in the park, or when he dragged me off to one of the fields to watch some guys play soccer.

The way he’d stood behind me with his arms wrapped around my middle had started me dreaming about things that could never be. As great as the day was, and as kind as this gesture, I had to remind myself that this wasn’t meant to last.

I pulled myself back from my depressing thoughts once again, with Wanda’s words ringing in my ear. Just enjoy the feeling. And the feeling was too good not to enjoy.

That night I chose to wear the dark blue lace over silk cocktail dress with the rhinestone belt that wasn’t needed but drew the eye to the shape of my waist. He even got my shoe size right. And he’d thought of everything.

I laughed when I saw the underwear. There was only one small boutique carrying my designs at the moment, ergo my trip to the stage, and he’d somehow found it.

He hadn’t bought me jewelry which was fine, I wore the same diamond studs I’ve been wearing since college and my Cartier bracelet. That was all the jewelry I’ve ever needed. But what he did get me was more than enough.

For dinner he took me to a steak house that was located between Brooklyn and Manhattan. One that was supposed to be the best in the state if not the country, and I could see why.

The meat was succulent, the potatoes savory and I could’ve eaten two baskets of their freshly baked bread. I wanted to have his babies, when he buttered a second slice for me without even thinking about it.

“Does it really not bother you?” We were on after dinner drinks and I don’t know what came over me.

“What?” He drawled the word as he looked at me with the same look he’d been wearing for the past five minutes.”

“My size, that I’m not…that I’m not skinny.”

He looked down and back up at me and I didn’t know what to think of the look on his face. “Does it bother you?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then why the hell should it bother me?”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“Because is not an answer. Think about why you felt the need to ask me that question without being prompted.” He must’ve seen the quizzical look on my face.

“You don’t strike me as the unconfident insecure type, or the kind of woman who doesn’t know her own worth.”

Is that really how he sees me? Wow!

His answer left me speechless and I sipped at my aperitif while getting lost in my head. If I let him, he could really get to me. I could get used to the classy treatment, who wouldn’t? But always in the back of my mind was the thought that this was not meant to last.





Stephanie





“Let’s go! I miss being inside you.” Did the man take lessons in just what to say to a woman to get her juices flowing? It’s like every word was meant to seduce.

He paid the bill, but not once, not even when the Scandinavian hotness that was our server came to take his card, did he take his eyes off of me. He was doing that shit again, seducing me with his eyes, and voice, and scent, oh hell.

I felt the eyes in the room on us when he helped me up from my seat and took my hand as we turned to leave the room. He didn’t seem to notice or even care. But I could well imagine what they were all thinking.

You didn’t have to know his name to know that he had money, even his walk looked expensive. And he had this air about him that seemed to scream, ‘don’t touch, don’t get too close’ that kind of thing.

Not that I wasn’t looking fashionable in my new dress, but I’ve never been able to pull off that look. Not even when I lived in the lap of luxury myself. I guess you had to be born with that kind of confidence, unlike someone like me, who’d only gained it with time.

His hand felt secure, like a security blanket, as it wrapped around my much smaller one. I noticed as I’d done earlier, that he doesn’t look around when he’s walking.

He keeps his eyes straight ahead as if he had no interest in anything but getting where he was going to. I wish I had that much discipline, and focus.

He helped me into the limo and as soon as the door closed I found myself drawn close to his side with his hand in my hair and his lips devouring mine. That quickly, my body went up in flames.

He didn’t let up on me all the way back to his place in the back of the limo. And by the time we made it to his private elevator, I was ready to melt into a puddle at his feet.

He had to drag me into the penthouse behind him with my hand grasped firmly in his. He bypassed the living room, den and study and headed straight for the bedroom.

We’d barely gotten out of our clothes before he had me spread eagle on the bed with his head between my legs. I came quick that first time and was more than ready to take him into my body when he climbed up to lay on top of me.

I was coming to expect that tinge of pain now, and the sweet relief when he filled me. I know that for as long as I live, no one else will ever be able to fill me like he does. No one will ever reach this deep inside of, or make my heart feel like it was going to explode.

He wasn’t his usual out of control self tonight, but went slower, deeper, gentler. He was teasing me with his strokes, making me burn and reach out for more.

Each time I lifted my body off the bed to meet his thrusts, moving my hips a little faster to spur him on, he’d just slam into me hard until my back was on the mattress again, pinning me there with his magnificent cock.

But still he didn’t go faster, just kept up a steady pace of deep slow strokes that were about to drive me crazy. My whole body was just one long tingle from head to toe and my ass was already wet from the juice he’d wrung out of me.

I tried digging my nails into the flesh of his back, pounding his ass with my heels, I even bit his nipple. Each time instead of speeding up the way I wanted him to, he just twisted his hips at a different angle so that he was reaching different places inside me.

I loved that he couldn’t seem to help leaving his mark on me and I wondered if it meant the same to him as it did to me. Or if he got as much pleasure from the act as I did.

He licked my neck after letting go of my flesh with his teeth and I felt his breath tickle my ear.

“I want to fuck your ass. Will you let me?” He whispered those words in my ear as he ground the snake deep in me and I would’ve let him fuck my ovaries out of place, if he’d asked.

I think I nodded my head, not sure, but I must’ve given him an answer because I felt his body convulse with longing. He hugged me so tight I was almost breathless, but I didn’t care. I love the feel of his strong arms around me, holding me close.

“I promise to go slow, to take care of you. I won’t try to fit my whole length inside you, I don’t want to hurt you, but I have to feel your ass around my cock.”

“I have to see what it would look like, if the reality is going to be as amazing as the images I have in my head.”

I didn’t even have to think about it. What’s one more adventure? Plus the way he said it, the way he asked and the tone in his voice when he did, made me weak.

He didn’t pull out right away like I expected him to, but kept up that same steady pace as he reached beneath me and teased my tight rosebud with his fingertip.

“Tell me, have you ever let anyone fuck your ass before?” I could only shake my head no and wasn’t sure of the look he gave me. “Good, you left something for me then.”

Really? Did he sound…jealous? Wishful thinking Stephanie girl, all in your imagination. My hoo-hah became more sensitive when he pushed his finger slowly into my ass. I’d never felt anything there before. Not that others hadn’t asked.

But always before I was too embarrassed, too afraid that it might hurt. And look what I’d chosen to initiate me after years of saying hell no. I swallowed hard and he must’ve sensed that little bit of fear in me because he covered my lips with his.

He teased my rosebud, working that finger in deeper and deeper until I felt the warmth of his hand on my ass. Now I was the one wanting him to pull out and get started on my ass with his cock.

He kept whispering the sweetest shit in my ear. Shit that was meant to incite me to lustful acts. But he didn’t need to work that hard, I was already there. Whatever he wanted, as long as he kept feeding me that dick, I was in. For as long as it lasts.

“Aren’t you going to start now?” Hey, my shame took a nose dive next to his dinner table when he fucked me with a chocolate strawberry and made me cum.





JONAS





“No, not yet, I need you to cum for me first before I start to prepare you to take me there.” His finger dipped into my ass deeper on the last word and I bit his shoulder as my pussy tightened around him.

Now he sped up his thrust, now he gave me what I wanted, pounding me hard as he shoved that finger in me and I thought for sure I was going to lose consciousness again but this was too good to miss even a second of it, so I held on.