CHAPTER 51DENISE
CHAPTER 51
DENISE
Between hearing the H1 project pitches and crawling away from Hugh as he pounded me into every single surface of the condo, time had flown. The third quarter had blended into the fourth, and we’d just come back from Nairobi where we signed VacYay as our H1 client. With everything done, it was time to celebrate and we were going to in style.
It was Halloween and the holiday was legendary at Foxx Ventures. Lucian and Julian had rented out a local nightclub. When I walked into the room, the first thing that I noticed was a dance floor that took up most of the space. Everyone was talking and laughing, but barely anything could be heard over the DJ spinning on the stage. The room was dripping in gold and oxblood drapes. Everyone was in costume, and I glanced around, seeing the lines for the buffet.
I’d spent all day getting fairy-fied in Cleo’s hotel room.
It took some doing, but I’d convinced her to come to the party tonight. She hadn’t officially taken the role at Foxx, but she was still working with us on a few projects. I was so busy that I hadn’t seen much of her. She chose to take most of her meetings virtually, which was why I’d forced her to come out. Staying inside all day wasn’t good for her.
She’d been searching for an apartment for over a month and still hadn’t found one that she liked. When I suggested that she was maybe stalling, she stopped answering me. And after this party was over, I was going to lock her in a room and force her to talk to me because this was getting ridiculous.
“Explain this again,” I half-shouted as I pointed at her costume. The adorned crop top showed off a few inches of waist and titties, but the real stunner was the skirt slit that crawled all the way up her thigh. Her honey-brown wig fell to her shoulders. Two bow staffs were tied to her waist.
“Teyla. She’s an alien in the Pegasus galaxy and she can sense—" She gasped. I followed her line of sight and saw Lucian talking with Julian and Hugh. Lucian looked immaculate, as always, with a white locked wig over his hair and markings across his face. Julian’s usual locs were coiled in gold and his arms were also adorned in cuffs, like what Cleo was wearing.
Cleo turned, pulling her hand free from mine and walking away without saying a word.
“Cleo?” I called after her.
Julian and Lucian moved past me and followed her out as Hugh walked up to me.
“What the hell is going on ?!”
I was pulled into a warm body, but my attention was still on the entrance.
“I should go,” I said, moving to pull free.
“Cleo has to figure her shit out. Leave her be.” His lips were at my ear as the music started to play through the speakers.
“Hugh—”
“Come on, I wanna dance with the fairy,” he shouted over the music, pulling me towards the dance floor. When his hands went around my waist, I frowned at him, tugging on his curly wig that perfectly complemented his sparkly purple suit and frilly long-sleeve blouse.
“This is nice, your purpleness.” He smiled down at me as he rocked us back and forth. I let him rock us for a few seconds before I started talking again. “You don’t… do you think—is she sleeping with them… both?” I said close to his face.
His fingers traced the wings strapped to my back. “You’re very iridescent,” he replied, leaning close to me as he forced us to slowly move together to the Monster Mash.
“And you’re dodging my question,” I replied, glancing towards the entrance.
“Not my business.”
“Have y—”
“And no, I haven’t asked.” He talked over me.
“But if you had asked, what do you think the answer would be?”
He didn’t reply, and I knew that that was a reply.
“That lucky bitch,” I murmured, laughing.
He stopped moving and I accidentally stepped on his foot.
“Oh, sor—”
His eyebrow was raised, and his expression said I was in trouble. Ah hell.
“I didn’t—” My hand was in his and I was waddling behind him, trying to keep up as he dragged me off the floor.
“You know I didn’t—” I said, watching as he found a restroom, shoved open the door, and yanked me inside before locking it.
“Look. It’s not even like that,” I stuttered.
“Like what?” he growled.
I backed away and he charged forward. “There are people outside,” I said as my butt hit the edge of the decorative table.
“So?” he asked, leaning forward and pinning me between him and the table.
“You have to behave for the promotion…” Now I was grasping at straws, and he knew it.
“The bosses just left. What’s wrong?”
The fake concern in his voice sent a shiver down my spine and I shook my head.
“I’m sorry,” I said, changing tactics.
His lips traced my cheek as his fingers drifted to the edge of my dress to trace the skin of my thigh, “For what, my love?”
“For saying what I said?” I knew what I said, but I had a feeling repeating it would get me into more trouble. His hands came to my waist and turned me around to face a mirror.
My face was flushed beneath the shimmering makeup. His hands gripped my waist and dragged my skirt up until his fingers found my lacy boy shorts. Before I could say a word, he dragged them off and crouched to follow them down. He lifted each stiletto-clad foot before he dragged his lips up my calf and the back of my thigh.
“Now, Little Menace, where did you find this?”
His teeth nipped at a butt cheek as his fingers grazed the plug firmly seated in my ass.
“This old thing—”
A hand swatted my ass and my whole body rocked forward as I bit my lip. Three more hard smacks followed, and I whimpered. When I opened my eyes, he was watching my face in the mirror. My whole body felt hot, but my ass cheek was on fire.
“It’s so pretty. I think I want each cheek to match that pink,” he whispered, kissing my neck.
The doorknob jiggled and my eyes flew to it.
“Don’t worry. They won’t hear a thing. Will they.”
He lifted my panties.
“They won’t,” I replied, feeling a zing in my stomach as he pushed my panties, crotch-first, into my open mouth. Before I could react. Two swats came to the other cheek. I bit down against my panties as his tongue licked a path across my exposed shoulder.
Without warning a series of hits came to each of my cheeks. Pain and heat radiated from them. The way the plug bounced around against my walls had me moaning through my panties and holding on to the table so I wouldn’t slide to the floor.
“Open your eyes. Watch yourself,” he whispered in my ear.
When I opened my eyes, two fingers slid into my heat. My mouth fell open and I could see the lust, the need in my eyes. I glanced at him as his gaze stayed fixed on my face. He pulled his fingers back and rubbed the length of the plug and I felt my eyes start to roll.
“Keep those pretty eyes open for me. Watch yourself come.”
As he found a rhythm, his fingers moving in and out of me, one of my hands came to his neck to hold him close. His lips found the skin on my neck, lightly sucking and nipping. The sensations were overwhelming, and my hips started to move with his fingers. I could see my chest rising and falling with each gasping breath. I couldn’t see the way his fingers were plunging into me, but I could hear my pussy greedily pulling him in and out.
“That’s it. Drench me,” he whispered, his teeth biting down on my shoulder. I moved my hips faster, bracing myself on the table as my climax stole my breath. My face twisted up in ecstasy, and I looked into his eyes as his fingers kept drawing in and out of me. I was overwhelmed and crying out as I grabbed for his hand.
“Move your hand, you’re not finished.”
His fingers pulled free from me and found my clit, working it with slick fingers and I groaned, feeling the next orgasm coming as he whispered things in my ear that were turning me into a faucet.
“Grip my fingers.”
“Move just like that.”
“You’re so wet.”
“You’re gonna cum until I say stop.”
My breath caught as another spasm hit me and I grabbed onto the table. Before I could get my bearings, his face was buried between my legs. The slurping and sucking sounds his mouth made were obscene. I was lightheaded and my legs were shaking, but my hips found a rhythm as I rode his face until I was coming, biting down hard at the panties in my mouth.
When his tongue found its way back into my pussy and he started to drag the plug in and out of my ass, my legs gave out and I folded to the ground. He followed me, his mouth still attached to my nub as he circled and sucked my nub and fucked my ass with the toy.
Tears fell from the corner of my eyes as I came so hard, my thighs crushed his face, but he kept eating and eating until I was convinced, I was going to pass out and die on the floor of a bathroom covered in cum.
He hovered over me as his thrusting fingers found their way back into me. “Say that I’m all you need.”
“You’re all I need,” I moaned around my panties.
“Say you love coming for me,” he said, moving his lips across my neck.
“I love coming for you,” I repeated, unsure if they would be my last words on this earth.
“Say you’ll meet me in your office in fifteen minutes,” he said twisting his fingers up higher, making me sob with the need to come again.
“I will. I will. I promise. Please,” I moaned, clenching down on his hand.
“Show me,” he said, pulling his fingers free of me and leaving me crying and panting on the floor. I heard him at the sink as he washed his hands and all I could think of was punching him right in the dick.
When I opened my eyes, he was looking down at me, his eyes laughing. I hadn’t moved, not yet. I was strung so tight that any movement was liable to make me even hornier than I was. He leaned down and cupped my cheek.
I didn’t say anything, I was hoping the pissed-off glare I gave him spoke enough for me. He grabbed my hands and helped me to my feet. When I was standing, he pulled me close and turned me again to face the mirror. He stole the panties from my mouth and pocketed them.
“Misbehavior, Little Menace. Now take your ass to the office and maybe you’ll get what you need there… If you’re good,” he said, eyeing me before walking out the door and leaving me there: fairy wings bent and broken, mad as all get out, and ready to come until my heart stopped.
My fingers found the broken tip of my wing and as I tried to smooth it back into place, I smiled.
I guess I was a lucky bitch too.