Chapter 9
Lila
I met Trace around nine at the seafood restaurant, Brasserie de Mer. It was a homey place with red and white checkered table cloths, but even the casual atmosphere couldn’t settle my stomach. I was so torn about what to do and what I wanted.
And when the photographer walked in, my heart jumped. He was so gorgeous, powerful and tall, and every woman’s eyes followed him as he strode in.
“Hey,” he smiled, taking a seat.
“Hey,” I murmured back.
We started with casual small talk. He told me what it was like for him in L.A., and I shared my brief L.A. stories with him. I talked about Annie and how she’d been modeling with me ever since we met in college. It was still hard for me to process that my closest friend was about to move away.
Once we got our appetizers, the conversation grew serious and we started to hash some things out. I began with an admission:
“I did feel guilty that first night when I left, you know?”
“Is that so?” he asked dryly.
“It wasn’t anything against you,” I said. “I only stay overnight with my boyfriends. I’ve never slept over with a guy that was just a fling, so the other night was kind of a big step for me.”
“Wow,” he said, sounding genuine. “Truthfully, I did worry a little that I did something then that upset you.”
“No, you were just a jerk that one time,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry I hit you.”
“Please, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried.” He laughed.
“I think you underestimate me,” was my wry reply. “But anyways, I was kind of on edge that morning after I slept over, and I overreacted. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize,” he said. “I’m sorry I didn’t think before I spoke.”
“It’s okay.”
“I want to be very clear, though,” he said. “You’re not just a lay to me, Lila. I’m really into you, as a matter of fact.”
Even though I believed him, it was still strange to hear those words coming out of his mouth. My whole body flushed.
“You’re actually the first person I’ve confided anything to in like… I don’t even know how long,” he continued. “But something about seeing you again and this time we’ve had together, I just wanted you to know that I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you.”
“Sounds like I’m melting your heart, Trace,” was my carefree quip, heart in my throat.
“What if you are?” he asked, blue eyes suddenly serious.
I didn’t have an answer for him. Instead, I just giggled like we were back in high school. It was pathetic.
“Thank you for being open and honest with me,” he said.
“Thank you for being honest and open with me!” I returned with a smile.
Electric tension filled the air for a moment.
“Lila, you know I’m going to get you back for slapping me,” he growled.
“What are you going to do?” I asked, cheeks flushing. “Punish me?”
Those blue eyes gleamed.
“Yes, exactly. I’m going to make it hurt.”
Oh god, yes. A nervous thrill ran down my spine, making my pussy tingle. Because I wanted it … and this time, I didn’t want him to hold back.
* * *
We decided to head back to my place. Annie was spending the night with her boyfriend, so we’d have the apartment to ourselves.
But unfortunately, we’d had a little to drink at the restaurant, and I wasn’t able to communicate to our driver properly about where to take us. So instead, we went back to Emerson’s brother’s place which was conveniently empty once again. Perfect. Of course, I suspected that Trace texted the guys and warned them we were coming.
True to his word, the photographer’s punishment did hurt. He spanked me so hard and so often before we’d even had sex that he was leaving flaming red marks. At times, the pain was excruciating, and yet, at the same time, incredibly hot and insanely satisfying. I loved that he wasn’t afraid to use force with me. I loved the way that he made me his, owning me completely.
After spanking me for what seemed like an eternity, surely leaving no inch of my flesh untouched, he finally grabbed hold of my bottom, and then proceeded to fuck me as deeply as he could. Trace was buried inside of me, and it was drove me absolutely crazy. I could barely find enough will and strength to touch my clit as he pushed deeper, giving me his all.
“Oh!” I cried out, cheek pressed to the cool marble countertop. “Yes more!”
“That’s right sweetheart,” he growled, as I exploded. “Enjoy it. Ride each one.”
Frankly, it was difficult to tell where one climax ended and another began, the ecstasy was so good. And Trace was inventive. He’d rub my clit, making me pulse as my pussy took his length. And occasionally, the man would reach over and smack one of my breasts, hitting hard, before pinching my nipples. His bites were painful, but also wonderfully exciting.
Finally, after my third orgasm, Trace pulled himself from my pussy, running his wet dick up and down my folds. He started to climb up the bed toward my face, and I licked my lips in anticipation.
He didn’t ask, and I didn’t hesitate. He pushed his throbbing, delicious cock into my mouth, piercing my throat repeatedly. The man roared as I sucked hard, my thirst for his dick unquenchable.
I expected him to fill my mouth with his load, but he decided on a different destination. Once he was ready, he pulled out, smacked his pulsating member against one big breast, and began to beat his meat. I was daring, taking his dick away from him and grasping it tightly with my hands. I jerked his wet cock off, stroking hard, feeling his dick and balls enlarge, ready to shoot. And without any warning, the man came all over my chest, coating my breasts and stomach with his exquisite concoction. I even scooped some of it on my fingers and swallowed it eagerly, enjoying the flavor of his semen.
Because this is what Trace and I enjoy together. We’re dirty yet loving at once, our hearts beating in rhythm as bodies explode. And as we lay on the mattress, exhausted, our eyes caught, blue tangling with brown. Because somehow, this was right … even if neither of us could admit it.