6. Destroying the Makeup
Destroying the Makeup
Electra
I couldn't suppress a smile, watching Frederick fight his mouth to form a sentence. He wasn't able to answer a simple question when that femme fatale was around him. I gently touched his shoulder, helping him out of his misery.
"Hi, I'm Electra," I interrupted his stammering, catching the woman's attention. She gave him one last amused glance before turning to me.
"I know who you are," she said, half-smiling, eyeing me up and down. "I saw you with Bastian in his club."
My jaw fell agape in surprise, and her grin widened. She took a glass of champagne from the tray while waiting for me to regain my composure. I'd never felt so exposed. No one knew about my special relationship with Bastian. Well, no one except this unknown woman.
"Are you a member?" I asked when I finally found my voice. I didn't want to continue that conversation.
"Aren't we all?" she countered, winking at me, making me frown. Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at Fredy, who drifted his gaze between us.
Was he a member, too?
Before I could react to her puzzling reply, a sexy baritone buzzed in my ears, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine.
I turned to the side to see Bastian shaking hands with some men and quickly exchanging polite phrases.
He finally joined us once he was done, which took him maybe thirty seconds.
"Missed me?" he asked, stopping before me, cupping my cheeks and kissing my forehead. My heart instantly melted from his tenderness. I wrapped my arms around his waist, breathing in his manly scent mixed with his usual cologne.
If someone was watching us, they would probably consider my manners childish and insecure, but for a second, I didn’t care. Part of me needed him close. I needed to feel safe in his arms, to feel his love.
“I’ll take that as a yes," he whispered into my hair, stroking my back gently. I pulled away from him, giving him a shy smile and an apologetic look. He never objected to a hug, but we were in public, and I didn't want to look weak.
Bastian didn't say a word about my strange behavior. He kissed my forehead again and then turned to the still-nameless woman.
“Good evening, Olivia,” he greeted with a smile. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I only stopped to say hi,” she replied, sipping her drink. She shot a glance at Frederick, who was silently staring into his glass.
“To whom, if I may ask?” Bastian inquired, handing me a small piece of cake, which I took without hesitation.
“To you,” she retorted, giving him a pointed look, and my brows furrowed in confusion. However, Bastian knew what she meant by that grimace.
“Did you miss me, too?" he teased, taking a water-filled glass from the waitress.
"Of course, I can't live without your charming self," Olivia deadpanned, finishing her glass and slamming it on the bar excessively. But she couldn't get a reaction from the man who was deaf and not present at the moment.
"Have a nice evening." She slightly nodded in my direction, waving her hand nonchalantly at Bastian and ignoring poor Fredy. He raised his head when she was far gone, earning an exasperated sigh from his brother.
"You're such an idiot," Bastian groaned, shaking his head.
"What did I do?" Fredy asked, buttoning his jacket. He tried to avoid eye contact with Bastian but couldn't if he wanted to know what he was saying.
"A woman like her came here, all dressed up, looking like a fucking model, and you dismissed her as if her presence bothered you! What the hell is wrong with you?"
I blinked a few times, noticing Bastian's anger but not understanding it. He didn't make a scene; he was whispering, yet the expression on his face was deadly serious.
"You're crazy about her. The opportunity to ask her on a date fell into your lap, and this is what you do? Why?"
"I tried not to make a fool of myself," Fredy hissed, breathing hard. "We both know she would never want me."
His words took me aback, and Bastian looked the same. I opened my mouth to object, yet he didn't give me a chance. "Enjoy your night. It was a pleasure to meet you, Electra." He leaned closer and pecked my cheek, quickly leaving us. I raised my eyebrows, glancing at Bastian, who inhaled sharply.
"Give me a second," he said, rushing to his brother. I watched as he stopped him and told him about two sentences before he returned.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked when he stood next to me. He was frowning, chewing his bottom lip, clearly thinking. His suit jacket was open, so I slid my hand under it, caressing his back through his white button-up shirt. He looked down at me, his eyes full of different emotions.
"You have no idea how much of an ass he is," he whispered, pulling me closer. We cuddled so much throughout the evening that someone could think we should get a room.
"Give him time," I suggested, smiling softly at him while I stroked the side of his abdomen with my long nails.
"I don't have another choice," he replied, still with a deep scowl on his handsome face. I hated it when he was like this. I loved him relaxed and happy .
While I forced my tired brain to devise an idea to lighten his mood, he leaned closer and kissed my cheek. And when I heard his husky whisper in my ear, I felt weak at my knees, forgetting about everything.
"Let's go home, princess," he said, and I closed my eyes, instantly imagining everything I craved him to do to me. "I want to spend the night with you, not with them."
He pulled away, giving me a playful wink and grasping my hand. We didn't say goodbye to anyone. He led me outside into a fancy car, and we were home in the blink of an eye.
I was grateful. My feet hurt from the high heels.
The plunging neckline on the dress made me nervous, and the entire time, I heard the thin voice in my head reminding me about having perfect makeup.
I couldn't wait to take everything off, dress in Bastian's T-shirt, and lay on the most comfortable bed ever.
And Bastian looked like he wanted the same. First, he threw away his phone. Second, he continued with his bow tie and jacket, leaving them on the armchair in the living room. And third, he poured himself a drink, sat on the sofa, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes.
I saw how tired he was, and my heart clenched. I came closer to him, but he didn't move. I didn't want to interrupt him, yet I felt the need to be useful.
"Can I do something for you?" I asked softly and gasped when he flashed me his typical predatory glance. My erratic heartbeat rang in my ears, deafening me.
"Take off your dress," he ordered, moving the glass with a honey-colored liquid to his perfect lips. I couldn't wait to taste them.
Unhurriedly, I opened the zip on my gown, sliding the thin fabric down my body, looking into his lustful eyes. I so loved it when he was staring at me like that. His glances full of desire were turning me on, making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Come closer and kneel," he commanded sternly, observing my naked body. I knelt between his legs, placing my hands on his thighs. Excitement coursed through my veins because he was about to fulfill his promise of ruining my makeup .
"No touching, princess," he ordered, drinking his whiskey and setting the glass on the table.
I opened my mouth to ask what he meant by it, but he put an index finger on my lips, stopping my words.
Watching him as he unbuckled his belt and yanked it out of his pants, my heart rate boosted to the sky.
"Hands behind your back," he ordered, and I obeyed without hesitation. He tied my arms with his belt, ensuring I wouldn't use them during our play.
Thrill and worry mixed in my chest, making me slightly dizzy. He wanted to use my mouth only, and I wasn't sure if I was able to blow him without using my hands. I’d never done it without them.
However, he was relaxed, and I forgot about my concerns when he opened the button on his pants and took out his manhood. I licked my dry lips, impatient for a taste, when he grabbed the back of my neck, forcing me to look at him.
"Your safeword?" he asked, firmly holding me a few inches from his erect cock.
"Red," I breathed, my gaze fixed on his dick, which he finally allowed me to take into my mouth.
I started slowly, tasting the tip and moving down its length, wetting it.
He let go of my neck, giving me freedom.
With his cock inside, I connected my eyes with his, and my heart swelled with joy.
The pure carnal desire evident in his eyes literally set me on fire.
I started licking and sucking his cock with new enthusiasm, moving my head up and down his shaft quicker, feeling him in the back of my throat.
"Fuck, you're great," he groaned when I took him deeper. My insides were dancing the rumba thanks to his praising moans.
Bastian tied my hair with something so it wouldn't fall into my face while I was sucking his dick.
He looked into my devoted eyes with his typical grin, and I immediately knew this was just foreplay.
He turned into his rough, dominant self in a millisecond, and a breath stuck in my throat when he grabbed the ponytail and pressed his palm against my head.
I obediently opened my mouth, waiting for him to do what he wanted .
However, I didn't expect him to be so harsh. Not that I didn't like it; I loved it. I was just slightly shocked because he was always gentle when doing something new to me.
He pushed me down hard, almost choking me with his cock.
He stayed in my throat and withdrew it only for a few seconds to allow me to catch some breath before he did it again.
I was gasping for air when he repeated it for the fourth time.
Tears were streaming down my face, and I was drooling like a dog over a steak.
Surprising me, he took me by my arms and lifted me, only to nearly knock the remaining oxygen out of my lungs when he roughly kissed me.
At the same time, while he was crushing my lips, he sat me on his lap.
I felt his member brushing the wetness in my core, and I wanted nothing else than to have him enter me.
It was like he was reading my thoughts. He thrust himself inside, making me scream his name in pleasure.
"Ride me," he ordered in a hoarse whisper before he gently bit my lower lip and seized my hips, helping me move. I tilted my head back, exposing my neck, and he licked and kissed it while piercing me with his cock.
He traveled down my back with his fingers, stopping on my ass cheeks and squeezing them while his finger wandered to my other hole, teasing it.
I noticed a slight pressure when he inserted it inside my ass, and I moaned, savoring the familiar fullness.
His lips moved from my neck to my breasts, and he sucked my nipples, making me crazy.
The explosion inside my body was immense; the walls of my pussy clenched around his member when he slowed down the rhythm and let me enjoy the feeling of absolute bliss. I was still flying between clouds when he pulled me closer, muttering into my ear.
"Now, you serve me like a good girl." The words had an immediate effect on me. The goose bumps appeared on my whole body, my ragged breathing quickened, and my heart almost broke through my ribcage.
Bastian pushed me down on my knees again and stood up. He was towering over me, his cock precisely in front of my face, but I wasn't sure what he meant by his words, so I waited for his command .
"Open your mouth," he rasped, grabbing the sides of my head.
I obeyed, and he slammed his dick inside.
I didn't have to do anything. He was fucking my throat hard, making me gag, and my saliva was everywhere.
The sloppy sounds of his cock dominating and taking my mouth were echoing off the walls.
I was again crying and choking on his dick, but he only smirked, clearly loving the noises I was making.
And holy fuck, I loved every second of it, too. I couldn't describe the feelings that I was experiencing. It was a total loss of control, with my arms tied behind my back. It was excitement from serving him as a fuck toy. It was devotion to doing everything the way he liked.
And so much more.
The satisfaction I felt when he emptied himself into my mouth and onto my face was incredible. The love and pride were evident in his clouded eyes when he was watching me as I swallowed his cum, licking the last drops from my lips, giving him an innocent look.
"That was brilliant, princess," he praised in a husky voice, breathing hard, and my heart fluttered with happiness.
"Thank you, sir."