Chapter 31 #2
I pulled off my towel and held up the strapless gown.
As soon as I pulled it on, it draped over every one of my curves and muscles like magic, turning me from a fighter to a fairy.
One side of the dress had a long slit all the way up my thigh, and it just made me look fucking hotter.
I stood in front of the mirror, loving how beautiful I looked.
My eyes were suddenly looking at those of a young Samaira.
She wasn’t jaded. She wasn't a survivor. She wasn’t a fighter.
She was a dreamer. She was a dancer. She was a girl full of hopes and yearning for a life of love and beauty.
She was innocence and laughter. She was grace and giggles.
This dress was bringing the young Samaira back to life, and I only had Dominic to thank for it.
I never thought I’d enjoy feeling like a princess before, but my entire body was tingling, and a million butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
There wasn’t a pair of panties in sight, and I was all but delighted to forgo them. Devious, devious Dominic.
The material of the gown was so smooth, it glided down my body, caressing all the right places and sending tendrils of arousal to dance along my skin.
I removed my necklaces and choker and put on the thick diamond choker with five teardrop-shaped rings dangling at equal spacing, with one big hollow teardrop at the center.
It felt cool to the touch, and it rested at the base of my collarbone.
I stepped into the black high heels with a red sole and finally twirled in front of the mirror.
I also found a bag of makeup at the vanity.
Living with Sloane had its benefits. That woman was a genius at applying makeup and had given us countless tutorials on how to get ready and look like a fucking queen.
With a silent thanks to her, I was ready with my hair and makeup in another half an hour.
As I made my way downstairs, my heels clacked against the wooden stairs.
The moment I turned around the spiral staircase, my eyes fell on Dominic, who stood near the dining table, sipping from a glass of water.
He wore a dashing black suit over a black shirt and black pants.
His hair was styled to perfection, and his jaw seemed to be cut from glass.
He looked so fucking hot, I almost missed a step.
As soon as his eyes landed on me, the glass of water slipped out of his hands and shattered on the floor at his feet into hundreds of pieces.
He didn’t even react to the glass breaking because his eyes were glued to me.
They roved from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, a red blush coating his cheeks.
He met my eyes and clutched his chest, acting as if his heart couldn’t handle it, making me giggle. Was this what life would be like if I were to be with Dominic forever?
He stepped over the glass and walked to me. Taking my hand in his, he pressed a small kiss on my fingers. “You look breathtaking, baby.”
Blood rushed to my cheeks. “Should we clean up the glass?”
“What glass?”
I chuckled and turned his face to the shattered pieces of glass on the floor. “That glass.”
“Huh. How’d that happen? ”
It only made me laugh harder.
He held my waist and pulled me into him, grazing his jaw along mine, placing a kiss on my bare shoulder. Then he bit me right there, pulling a moan out of me as my pussy throbbed. “You didn’t give me panties.”
“Hmm.” He grazed his finger on the choker. “I didn’t.”
I leaned my head back, letting him pull his finger under the choker. “It’s going to cause a very sticky situation.”
His hand moved lower and cupped my ass, his fingers squeezing my cheek to the teetering point of pain and pleasure, making me whimper. “I’m counting on it.”
With one last kiss at my throat that made me want to push him on the couch, pull my dress up, and put his cock inside me, he straightened. “Let’s go, Maira. Long day ahead of us.”
We made our way to the elevator, and instead of pressing the parking floor button, he hit the button for the roof. “Where are we going?”
He kept my hand in his and winked at me, popping off his dimples. “It's a surprise.”
The moment we reached the roof, a motherfucking helicopter waited for us, the sound of the blades beating through the air around us. The noise was deafening as the wind blew my hair and dress, making me tighten my hold on Dominic’s hand.
We were quickly seated inside the helicopter, and the pilot took off.
I couldn’t stop staring at the city of Manhattan below. Dominic’s voice filtered into my ear through the headset. “Have you been in a helicopter before?”
I wooted loudly as it swooped low and took a flight up. “Never. I’ve never even been in a plane.”
“Well, you’re in for lots of new experiences, baby.”
Before I could ask him more about it, the helicopter leaned sideways, and I felt like I could almost plunge onto the roof of a building. It was magnificent. It was thrilling. It felt like I was living a dream I never knew I had.
It wasn’t more than fifteen minutes before we arrived at a large empty lot. I turned my head around the space and found a number of small planes, and my eyes snapped to Dominic. “What are we doing? Where are we going?”
He turned his eyes all innocent and shrugged. “You just said you haven’t ever been in a plane.”
My eyes widened. “You didn’t say where we’re going.”
He helped me down from the helicopter. “Just enjoy the ride, baby. I have your passport and anything else that you might need.”
“H…How? When? This is getting too much, Dom.” My heart was beating so loud I was afraid he would be able to hear it over the helicopter blades.
He looked at me, his eyes staring down into mine. “Are you having fun?”
“But…”
“Yes or no? Be honest.”
“Yes.”
“Then let’s go.”
I shook my head as he took my hand and led us to a small plane with its door open, featuring three steps leading up to it. He held my dress as I climbed. I entered what appeared to be the luxurious living room of a billionaire. I turned to find his eyes trained on me. “You like?” he asked.
“You could live here,” I said, looking at the plush couch and two cozy leather chairs.
We walked in farther, and he opened the door at the back to reveal a bedroom with a massive king-size bed, covered in the softest bedsheets. “For later,” he whispered in my ear, making me snort.
We were soon seated on the couch, my dress spreading along the surface as we sipped on some sparkling champagne.
Once we were high up in the sky, I turned to look at Dominic, who had my bare feet in his lap and was slowly massaging them, making me moan every few seconds. “Are we going to a gala or something?”
He frowned. “No.”
I gave him a look and turned my eyes to my dress. “Then why the dress?”
A boyish smile came over his face, his dimples a beacon to my senses. “I wanted to see you in it.”
My jaw dropped. “That’s it? That’s your reason? What if I’m overdressed for wherever you’re taking me?”
He scoffed. “You’re perfect. Believe me, you’re the hottest woman in the world in your tank tops and cargo pants, fighting and killing assholes. But right now, you look like an angel of death.”
I couldn’t help it. I climbed on his lap, my dress trailing me, and held his face in both of my hands.
Slowly, I pressed the softest kiss on his lips.
“You make me feel like an angel. I never thought I’d be into wearing gowns and diamonds.
But I’ve never felt more stunning in my life.
You’re helping young Samaira reclaim all her wild dreams.”
He pulled me closer by the tear-shaped ring at my choker and deepened the kiss. “I’m going to shower you in diamonds and silks. I want to fulfill every one of your desires, no matter how big or small. You name it, and it’s yours, baby.”
This man. This dress. This feeling. All of it had arousal thrumming through my veins. “All I want right now is your cock inside me, Dominic. Or my pussy on your mouth.”
His cheeks flushed, and a loud groan escaped his lips as he grabbed my ass and got up from the couch. “How about both?”
I pressed my lips to his, tasting the champagne on his tongue, as he carried us to the bedroom. “Sounds perfect to me.”
We spent a few hours on the plane fucking, eating, watching a movie, then fucking again.
Dominic had packed my passport, but he really didn’t pack me any panties.
So even after coming multiple times, I was still extremely sensitive every time I walked or moved and was getting aroused embarrassingly fast. It wasn’t often I went without underwear, and now I knew why.
Thank God he was using a condom. Otherwise, my legs would be streaked with his cum.
A shudder went through my body at the thought, and I had to admit, it didn’t sound bad at all. Maybe after I got an IUD, we could do this again.
The moment the plane touched the ground, Dominic turned to me with a smile on his face. “Welcome to Barcelona, baby.”
It was dark when we got off the flight. There was a limousine waiting for us at the airstrip. Dominic handed me another glass of champagne as we got into the limo. “You ready to dance?”
My eyes widened. “Dance?”
He turned to face me and grazed his finger along my jaw. “You told me you used to love to dance when you were a kid. When was the last time you went to a club for dancing?”
“Never.”
“Do you still dance?”
I bit my lip before I nodded. “Sometimes. Usually when I’m home alone.”
“Why’d you stop, Maira?” His face dropped as if it hurt him that I stopped dancing.
I shrugged. “Well, with the things that I see every day, the things that I do every day, I don’t find many reasons to dance, or even the mood, to be honest.”
He placed a soft kiss on my cheek and murmured softly in my ear, “And now? Will you dance with me, Maira?”
“Yes. I’d love to.”
“That’s my girl. ”