4. A Break
A Break
Electra
F or approximately two hours, I didn't have a chance to catch my breath.
I was grateful to Bastian for making me eat when we arrived because I wouldn't have had an opportunity after everyone in the room wanted to talk to him.
I was introduced to so many people that I didn't have a clue who was who.
Names and faces mixed in a huge mass, and my head spun from all the new information. I needed a break.
However, it wasn't an option. Bastian made himself perfectly clear about it when I wanted to visit the balcony.
He wouldn't let me go alone, not even to the bathroom.
His security guys escorted me everywhere like shadows.
His overprotectiveness almost suffocated me, and I didn't understand why he was acting like this.
Rose was on the other side of the room, watching us from a distance but playing by the rules for now.
She was the embodiment of elegance and class.
She would never make a scene in front of all those people because she knew better than anyone how reputation was essential to Bastian.
Attacking me meant disgracing him, which wasn't an option, for which I was extremely thankful. I was too tired to fight with her .
"Princess?"
A pleasurable shiver ran down my spine when Bastian's profound voice reached my ears. I didn't notice when a senator and his wife left us because I was preoccupied watching the pianist and violinist enter the stage.
"Yes, sir," I whispered, smiling at him. Finally, he didn't wear his typical stoic mask and winked at me. The mischievous glint returned to his eyes, making me weak at my knees. He was up to something.
"Shall we dance?" he asked, taking my hand and waiting for my permission.
My smile widened, and I muttered, "Yes, sir," under my breath. I’d lost hope for some fun when I realized this party was a monstrous business meeting. Yet again, Bastian made my heart flutter with happiness because he found a moment to enjoy with me alone.
He led me into the center of the room, placing his palm on my back and pulling me closer to him. With my hand on his shoulder, I took a position and put my palm into his.
In the beginning, inner turmoil caused by the eyes of the guests on us led my steps, and my legs shook like under a newborn foal.
Bastian was left-handed, and everything with him was from the opposite side for me.
But after a few moments and deep breaths, I put my faith in him, and instantly, everything was much easier.
Slow music tingled in my ears while I was lost in his eyes. The world around us didn't exist. All I was aware of was him, with a soft smile on his perfect lips and the love emitting from him. That moment was perfect.
"I'm sorry, princess," he said quietly, and I frowned, waking up from my daydreaming. "I know it's boring, but I can't tell them to fuck off." He grimaced, making me giggle when imagining their reaction if he told them that.
"Everything is fine," I breathed, goose bumps appearing on my arms from his heated gaze. He was the only man in the world who had this effect on me. One look from him and my knees turned to jello, and my pussy was dripping with need .
I moved my hand slowly from his shoulder to the back of his neck, gently scratching him with my long nails. He leaned closer and brushed his nose against mine, forcing a broad smile to stretch across my face.
"Come with me," he commanded suddenly, taking me by my hand and leaving the dancefloor. We started at the center, but during the dance, he moved us to the edge, and he quickly maneuvered us from the hall, exciting me. This little adventure was exactly what I needed.
However, I wasn't prepared for what he planned for us. He pushed me into the bathroom on the ground floor, slamming the door behind him and giving me his signature evil grin. I shuddered, knowing very well what he wanted to do. This was the time he chose to take me.
The compact room had only two sleek sinks, a counter, and two stalls with toilets. It was simple yet elegant.
I slowly backed away from him, thinking about a place to hide. I wanted to do it for fun, to tease him a little, but he was blocking the way out, and both doors were closed.
Thankfully, before unbuckling his belt, he checked if we were alone.
And when he was sure, he didn't waste time on formalities.
With two long strides, he stood in front of me and roughly turned me around, facing the mirror.
I leaned into my palms, feeling his lips on my neck and his hands on my breasts.
My dress was fragile, and the tiniest concern popped into my mind about him tearing the soft fabric apart. Yet when he started to massage my globes, squeezing and kneading them, I forgot about everything. I was pressed against his hard body while moaning in delight, enjoying his kisses.
"Be quiet, baby girl, or the guests will hear what I am doing to you," he whispered, stirring me from my aroused state. It was true; anyone could stand behind the door while we were inside, having a little foreplay before the main event.
I tried really hard to suppress my moans and groans, but when Bastian grabbed the back of my neck and bent me over the counter, I couldn't help but whimper.
He took a fistful of my hair, and with his other hand, he moved the long part of my dress to the side and slammed his rock-solid cock into me in one swift movement.
I cried out, holding the edge of the sink for support while he was pushing me against the cold surface of the marble counter and pounding my pussy.
I had to stick my fist into my mouth to muffle the primal noises, or the whole gathering would know that I was being fucked in the bathroom.
My orgasm was building rapidly, and a few sudden spanks on my bare ass only intensified the pleasure. When I was almost there, lost in the carnal desire, Bastian pulled me up, wrapping his other hand around my throat from behind like a necklace.
"Look at yourself while I'm fucking you," he groaned, and I snapped open my eyes, connecting them with his in the mirror.
He pushed himself inside of me hard, making me moan out loud.
I was panting, squeezing the counter's edge, when he continued his torturous low-speed movements.
He let go of my neck, holding the dress away from my ass while he also worked on my clit.
I couldn't control myself any longer. It was too much for me.
"Can I come, please?" I whisper-cried, my whole body trembling. I watched him in the mirror as he smirked and retracted his hand from my clit, directing his attention to my breast.
"Hold it a little longer, princess," he ordered, and I closed my eyes.
A whimper fled my dry mouth when he spanked my ass.
He pushed me face-down on the counter again, and his thrusts quickened and deepened.
I tried to think about something else, but his huge cock moving between my legs had all my attention.
My pussy was on fire from his rough pounding, and I knew that a few more slams would throw me over the edge. So, I had to plead again.
"Please, sir, p-please," I whined, stretching my arm to the back, touching his thigh while he proceeded with his work. "Can I come, please?"
Tears burned in my eyes as I did my best to hold my climax. My legs shook, and I clenched my lower muscles to stop the orgasm from taking over me. I let go only when he finally allowed me to come.
I wasn't sure how I could hold it that long, but it was worth it.
The strong waves of pleasure washed over me, making my body quiver and my tense muscles relax.
I was lost in my release when Bastian's loud moaning cut through my foggy brain.
I was positive that someone had to hear us.
A few seconds ago, I was screaming in ecstasy, and then, he was roaring like a lion.
We weren't at the party with deaf people.
However, Bastian didn't seem to care about someone finding out about our quick sex session. He pulled me up from the counter, hugging me from behind, kissing my shoulder tenderly.
"You're perfect in every way, princess," he whispered against my earlobe affectionately, and a lazy grin settled on my face.
Thankfully, my makeup wasn't smeared, but I needed to add powder to some areas. This ended up better than I thought. With a little luck, no one would notice that we stole a passionate moment for ourselves.
"You're making me perfect, sir," I replied, connecting my eyes with his. He stared at me with so much love that I wanted to cry from happiness. I put my palm on his cheek, gently stroking him, but he kissed my neck for the last time and pulled away.
Before I could turn around to see what he was doing, he took a whole bunch of napkins and started to wipe my thighs, ass, and pussy. I watched him with my mouth open as he cleaned me to perfection, finishing his work with gentle, small pecks.
"You can go back." He grinned at me when he stood up, buckling the belt on his pants and adjusting the bow tie.
"Not yet." I sighed, removing the small bag with the emergency makeup from my envelope purse. I added powder to my face, checking in the mirror to see if everything was right as it should be.
After a few more touches, I was satisfied with my look and ready to leave the bathroom, but Bastian stopped me.
He curled his arms around my waist, smiling down at me with the same evil glint in his eyes as he had before when we ended up here.
My heart skipped a beat, knowing something exciting could happen any second .
"When we get home, I'll destroy that incredible makeup of yours, princess," he promised in a husky voice, turning me on again. He pecked my cheek gently, leaning closer to whisper in my ear. "I'll fuck your mouth so hard, you'll cry."
I grabbed his shoulders for support. My head was spinning only from his dirty talk. The thought of another round with him was so pleasant that I didn't want to leave anymore, and we could turn his words into reality.
"Do you like that idea, baby girl?" He looked directly into my eyes, and a shy smile found its way into the corners of my lips.
"Very much, sir," I breathed eagerly. I couldn't wait for that party to end. There were much better things on my to-do list tonight.