Daniella

 

I’d be damned if I’d spend the night above a sex club, frustrated and feeling sorry for myself. Especially while Shane was downstairs partaking in a jolly Christmas Eve threesome. No, thank you. There was at least one bright spot, though. The test results revealed I was clean. Eric hadn’t given me anything.

Although my little confession to Shane earlier about wanting to feel something hadn’t embarrassed me, what I did hate was that he saw me the same boring way I saw myself. Practical, safe and completely uninspired. But the night he’d touched me, something had changed; a craving I hadn’t known existed was now unleashed. I refused to put it back into a box. So it was with a mix of anxiety and excitement that I looked forward to the ‘boyfriend experience.’

“Hi, honey, how you feeling?” Cindy, one of the girls who worked at the club, walked me down the corridor. She was beautiful, with long black hair and legs for miles. A stunning tattoo winding down one of her arms had me staring. I didn’t mean to, but in my dull, corporate world, I didn’t see women like her.

“Okay.”

“You like the ink?”

“It’s beautiful. Is it a serpent?”

“It is. And on this side is a mermaid.” She showed me the underside of her arm, revealing a raven-haired mermaid with a gorgeous tail.

“Now, then, this will be your room. Javier is wonderful, so you’ll be in good hands.”

I took a deep breath. “I hope so.”

She led me into a space which surprised me. It was a beautifully decorated room with a bed in the center and a gorgeous chandelier overhead. Opulent carpet had my shoes sinking into it. In addition to the bed, there was a small sofa next to a table with refreshments.

“Are you nervous?”

She seemed pure and honest, making me truthful in my reply. “Yes. Very.”

“It’s understandable, but I promise Javier will ease your worries. He’s very easy to talk to.” She suddenly grabbed her earpiece. “Sorry, hold on.”

I watched curiously as she flicked her headset. “I’m on my way.” To me, she added, “I’ll be right back. Have some champagne and relax.”

Sure. Easy for her to say. As soon as the door closed, I had to fight the urge to flee. I also was nervous Shane would find out about this and put a stop to it. But then again, he had a performance tonight. Most likely, he wouldn’t notice where I was.

What in the hell was I doing? My subconscious answered, “Having long overdue, great sex.” She was hard to argue with.

Cindy came back in with an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that. Javier requested I get you ready for him.”

“Ready how?”

“You should disrobe. You mentioned you wanted something kinky in the profile sheet, so I’ll use silk straps to tie you to the bed and a blindfold if that’s okay.”

I gulped. I had said I wanted something other than plain vanilla sex. But now the thought had me nervous. “Sure. But, um, but can you make sure I can get my hands out if I need to? I’m a bit apprehensive about that part.”

She nodded. “Of course. It’ll be our secret.”

Once I stripped out of my dress and undergarments, I found Cindy appraising me with frank interest. “You’re incredibly sexy.”

“Um, thank you.” I climbed on the bed and once again fought my nerves.

“Here, take this. It’ll help.” She held out the shot glass.

I sniffed the contents, immediately identifying tequila. Bottoms up.

“Good girl.”

My body started to shake against my will as Cindy fastened the silken ties above my head. I was happy she did as promised, keeping them loose enough to get out.

“Relax,” she cajoled. “I’m going to rub some oil on you. It’s pleasure-point heating oil.”

After she poured something from a small vial, I gasped when she rubbed her hands gently over my breasts, centering on my nipples. She next held it up over my pubic area. 

“Just a gentle touch. You into girls, Daniella?”

I blushed. “No. I mean you’re very beautiful, but no.”

She swiped her finger over my clit, teased my lips, and then went down my slit before inserting that finger into her mouth. “Too bad because you taste amazing.”

Holy shit. I might not be into women, but my body definitely responded to her sexy display.

“Now with the blindfold. Remember to lie back and relax. And don’t be shy with what you want. This is your fantasy, after all.”

Yes. Yes, it was. But with the wrong guy. I had to fight the urge to change my mind about this entire thing. It was now or never. By next week, I wouldn’t have this opportunity.

“He’s here.”

I could hear the door open and shut. In that moment, I was very aware of being blindfolded.

 “Okay. Um, I guess hi, Javier.”

His gruff whisper came closer to me as did soft footsteps. “Hello, beautiful.” It was strange how his voice seemed somewhat familiar despite the slight accent.

“Hi.” My heart was pounding in my ears. “Sorry, I already said that. I’m nervous. This is the first time I’ve ever done something like this.”

“I plan on taking good care of you.”

There it was again. The eerie sensation that instead of the Spanish accent being slight, it was exaggerated. But turning to more pressing thoughts, I wondered what he thought of me on display for him. I wasn’t a bombshell or anything and not very tall, but my cup size was decent, and I worked out and stayed in shape.

The oil started to heat. First I felt my nipples tingle, making them ache for someone to touch them. Then my center started pounding as if my heartbeat had replaced its location. “What is this stuff Cindy used on me?”

“It’s made to stimulate your body. Now tell me, what is your fantasy?”

Shane. Thankfully, the thought stayed internal.

My mind must have been messing with me because suddenly I had a whiff of him. “Um. Something that isn’t boring. Something that takes me out of my head.”

“Do you have a man you’re picturing?”

Was I that transparent? “Does it matter?”

“It does very much. This is where the blindfold comes in. With it, you can pretend anything you want. Now then, I’ll never touch you without permission. For every touch, I will ask you beforehand. Do you want to try masturbating first? I can untie your hand.”

“No. I don’t have much luck with that.” And something about touching myself in front of a stranger didn’t turn me on.

“I’m going to massage your foot. Is that okay?”

Nope, because all of a sudden I had the skin-prickling sensation of his voice being off. I’d not yet met Javier, but that rasp belonged to only one man.

“Actually, can you start with rubbing my temples? Just to relax my mind as it’s working overtime.” And I hoped the nearness would give me confirmation.

“Uh. Sure.”

He moved closer and suddenly was in back of me, reaching over and massaging my head gently. The familiar scent of him filled my senses. But what if Javier used the same body wash or cologne as Shane?

“Talk to me,” I requested, needing more.

“You’re very beautiful like this, Daniella.”

Click. The way he said my name upped the likelihood of it being Shane. I was half tempted to whip off my mask to confirm, but I wanted something first, so I decided to keep the ruse.

I sucked in a breath when his warm hands traveled down to my neck and arms.

“In case you aren’t enjoying something I do, beautiful, I want you to think of a safe word.”

Wow. I never thought someone in this lifetime would be asking me that particular question. “Um, how about Jingle Bells?” As soon as I’d blurted it out, I cringed. Could I be any lamer with my safe words?

“Why that?”

Of course he would ask. “I don’t know. Maybe because it’s Christmas Eve. I can come up with another one.”

“No. Jingle Bells it is. I’m going to move down to your legs. As I get closer to your pussy, I want you to tell me green, yellow, or red. Use your safe word if you have to, which means the same thing as red.”

Somehow, I thought shouting, ‘Green, Green, Green’ might be an instant giveaway, so I simply said, “Okay.” I forced myself to relax as his hands worked up to my calves and then concentrated on my knees. But when he stroked my thighs, I shivered, anxious for more.

“Do you want me to taste you?”

“Yes, but kiss me first.” I could sense his hesitation. This had to be Shane.

“On the lips?”

“Mm-hm. It’s part of my fantasy.”

He moved, and I could sense him above me. His lips took mine tentatively at first.

Since I could no longer help myself, I wiggled the one hand out of my restraint and wove it into his hair, pulling him deeper. The moment his tongue entered my mouth, I sucked on it, enjoying the groan emanating from his chest.

Our tongues mated, his teeth nipped, and then his mouth traveled south. He lavished attention on each breast before kissing down my stomach, hips, and then to where I practically ached for him.

I could feel his weight shift to the bed before he pushed my heels back so my legs were spread at bended knee. While he kissed my inner thighs, my legs started to shake with anticipation. His scruff running along my tender flesh had me wanting badly to flip off the mask and see his face.

At the first swipe of his tongue over my clit, I about bucked off the bed. “Jesus.”

“I’ve been waiting to taste you.”

And just like that, he dove in. Not in a way which said, hey, I’m getting to know your body, or maybe I’ll tease you a bit first. But in the way that demonstrated a carnal appetite, not to mention a clear adeptness at the task. Lips, tongue, and teeth all worked together on my center of nerves to have blood roaring to my ears and then send me over the edge in seconds.

“Again,” he murmured before I could recover. By adding his fingers curled up inside of me to the knuckle, he took me to the next level, one I hadn’t known existed.

The one where he began fucking me with his tongue while his thumb focused on my pleasure point.

It was almost too much, this tension coiled through my body that wasn’t getting a break. My mind scrambled as I was obliterated with such force that a half scream tore from my throat.

“Fuck. You come spectacularly.”

The fake Javier had forgotten his accent that time.

“Must be you, Javier.” I couldn’t help but mess with him, wondering if he planned on giving up his disguise. I wasn’t disappointed.

He climbed on the bed, his erection at my entrance, and whipped off my mask.

Time stood still and the air sizzled between us with his eyes locked on mine. A smirk came over my face while irritation took over his.

“How long did you know?”

“Long enough.”

“Before the kiss?”

“Hey, you hijacked my fantasy, which included kissing. You’re lucky I’m not pissed you’re not Javier.”

“You’re lucky it wasn’t him. What the hell were you thinking?”

Seriously, he was lecturing me with him on the precipice of penetration? I shifted my hips to remind him of exactly where we were. “Green, Shane.”

“Fuck.” He thrust into me deep on one stroke, filling me completely and holding himself still.

“Kiss me again.” I leaned up, pausing a millimeter away from his lips, pleasantly amazed when he framed my face.

“Last one.”

Could I help the moment of triumph? “Guess you’d better make it good, then.”

He possessed my mouth while I released my second hand allowing me to move both down to grip his ass, pulling him deeper inside of me.

His tongue warred with mine. I became uninhibited in what I was taking or past the point of caring if he had set a time limit to this final kiss.

He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t overly harsh. Instead, he wavered between the two. A bite, a soft suck to soothe. And I was lost. Lost in this exquisite torture as he pumped in and out of me.

“Oh, God.” I could feel it building. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with desire.

“Open them,” he demanded.

“I’m going to come.”

“Look at me when you do. Don’t you dare close them.”

Considering he was a man who didn’t want the intimacy of a kiss, having an orgasm while staring deeply into his eyes wasn’t exactly impersonal. In fact, I’d never experienced anything more personal.

“Fuck,” he muttered, shifting his hands to lift up my lower body. This primed it for his delicious assault of stroking my G-spot over and over until he ground out his own climax.

 

***

 

Shane

 

Fuck was right. As in I was royally fucked that I’d let go of my boundaries with this woman. And yet I hadn’t been able to help myself. The sweet taste of her lips and the surprising talent of her tongue were like a drug. If I wasn’t careful, I’d become addicted.

I told myself this was only to give her the ‘fantasy.’ That it was a one-time thing. But as her tight cunt squeezed my cock with her orgasm, I knew one time wouldn’t nearly be enough.

“You okay?” I was slick with sweat and not nearly done with her.

She unclasped her sexy legs from around my waist, allowing me to pull out.

After standing up, I disposed of the condom in the cleverly hidden trash receptacle beside the bed. I then found her eyes traveling up and down my body.

“You’re gorgeous,” she blurted as though unable to help herself.

“I’m glad you like what you see. Now turn over.”

She raised a brow. Just when I thought she’d have a saucy reply, she instead flipped over onto her stomach, allowing me a perfect view of her heart-shaped ass.

“By the way, what happened to Javier?”

I laughed that she was just now asking. “I intercepted him and told him about the change of plans.”

“I thought you had a show to do tonight.”

“Max is happily filling in.” I didn’t want to go into why I didn’t want Javier to see her like this. Touch her. Be with her. I realized the double standard as I’d been about to perform with other women.

My hands massaged her cheeks first. I enjoyed the moan of ecstasy I got when I moved the pressure to her lower back. Trailing my hand down, I played with her pussy, enjoying the slick view of it from this angle. “I wonder how far you’d have let Javier get.”

“Mm, guess we’ll never know.”

“I think he was put out when I told him I was keeping you all to myself.”

She turned so she could look at me and asked the question I was dreading. “Ah, but for how long?”

“I don’t want you getting attached.” It was important to me to be very clear. I didn’t want a relationship. Even more critical was her comprehension of that.

Fire erupted in her eyes as I knew it would. “Maybe it’s you who will get attached. Why do you assume it would be—? Oh—Oh—God, wh-what are you doing?”

I’d trailed my finger up, circling her back entrance before dipping it inside, using some of her own arousal to ease the entry. Christ, I was getting hard for her all over again.

“Has anyone had you here before?”

“No. But you’re deflecting from—Wow.”

I slid the fingers from my other hand into her slick heat, filling her both ways and working her gently where she’d never been touched.

“Do you like me playing with your ass, Daniella?” I added a finger, stretching her tight hole and feeling her legs start to quake. When was the last time I’d had someone innocent enough to be completely unguarded in their reaction?

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

She mumbled a curse before finally finding the words. “I like you—playing with my ass.”

“Come for me you, dirty girl. Come hard.” After curling my fingers up into her pussy while pumping her ass, I was rewarded with a gush that even took me off guard. Holy shit, my girl could come.

Now where the fuck had that dangerous thought come from? But before I could analyze it, she’d sat up. She slid so she was on the edge of the bed, legs spread around the outside of my thighs and face flushed from the orgasm I’d given her.

 “What else is your fantasy for one night?” I murmured the words, wanting to give her the best time of her life.

“You. Everywhere. In my mouth, in my pussy, and in my ass.”

I froze. How did a girl go from not getting a proper orgasm to wanting me to fuck her in every possible place? “Jesus.”

She nipped at my ear. “Don’t tell me I’ve shocked you?”

“A little surprised, that’s all. But I’d hurt you if I had your ass tonight. You need to be prepped properly for your first time.” I might not be an overly sensitive lover, but I wasn’t completely without regard for my partner and her well-being.

She slid down off the table and onto her knees, taking a hold of my length. “Then just the other two.”

Holy fuck. Who was this insatiable creature in front of me?