Chapter 16 Roman
ROMAN
Maybe it’s the warm air and the wine and the smell of her perfume. All I know is that we’re connecting in the same way we did that first night. Perhaps even more.
We walk into the foyer of my home, and she pauses and looks up at the high ceilings and the chandelier that hangs right before the stairs leading up to the second floor.
“Your home is beautiful.”
She turns, her red heels clipping softly against the marble floors and her lithe frame moving as smoothly as a ballerina’s. I watch her turn and she looks up at me, her crystal blue eyes sparkling.
“Thank you,” I say. I look down at her perfectly-shaped, rose-colored lips. I’m dying to taste them.
“Now you’re staring,” she says.
“I’m picturing you without the dress,” I say frankly. Her face flushes.
“I thought you liked the dress.”
I shrug as I walk up to her. “I’d like it better if it were on the floor. Take it off.”
She steps back, her hand sliding up to her left shoulder strap. She pauses, looking at me with narrowed eyes. “Maybe we can keep it on.”
“Or maybe I’ll rip it off you.”
She feigns surprise at me, the corners of her mouth turning up. “So aggressive.”
“Not a fan of being teased,” I say. “If you keep it up, I might feel the need to punish you before fucking your brains out.”
She bites her lip. “But you know I’m a good girl, Roman.”
“Are you? Show me by playing your role. Take off the dress.”
This game of cat and mouse is cute, but I’m more interested in seeing how well she bends to my will. Easy or hard, I don’t care. It gets me going either way.
She slides one strap down, then she steps away from me, toward the stairs. Okay. Hard it is.
I close the gap between us and take her around the waist. I take a handful of her hair and pull her head back. She gasps as she clutches my dress shirt.
“Good girls listen,” I growl as I lean in, my mouth just barely touching the skin of her neck. Goosebumps raise up on her skin as my breath brushes against it. This torture is as much for her as it is me. My dick is so hard it feels like it’s going to burst against my zipper.
“Since you want to be bad,” I say between kisses on her neck, “then you have to pay the price.”
I release her for a moment, but only just long enough to turn her around and push her toward the banister. Then I lift the already too short dress up over her hips.
A little red thong sits between her creamy white ass cheeks. It couldn’t be more perfect. I grab her ass with both hands and she leans into me, practically begging me to take the thong off.
“You’d love it if I fucked you right here,” I say as I rub my hands over her soft skin. “Right up against the banister.”
“Yes, I would,” she says. I smack her right ass cheek hard. She yelps and jumps, leaning away from me. I grab her hips and pull her back.
“‘Yes, Sir’,” I say. “Or ‘Yes, Daddy.’ You got that, baby girl?”
She doesn’t answer. She’s biting her lip as if to hold back. I slap her ass again and her eyes roll up.
“What do you say, Ember?”
Nothing. I slap both cheeks, one right after the other. This time, she cries out in ecstasy, her moan desperate and shaky. I grab her around the waist with one arm to hold her still, then I start spanking her repeatedly, watching her pure white skin turn from pink to red.
She tries to stifle herself. Biting hard into that bottom lip until finally, she can’t take it anymore. “Yes!” She cries out. “Yes, Daddy! Yes, Daddy!”
I rub my hand over her sore ass as she breaths loudly and moans against the railing. “Dress on or off, my love?”
“Off,” she says. And right before I smack her again, she adds, “Daddy.”
She leans into my hand as I rub her. The edges of her thong are getting dark with her juices. I move my hand to the fabric between her legs, finding her swollen clit easily through the fabric. The moment I touch it, she flinches away, but I hold her fast.
“Mm-mm,” I say. “You’re not going anywhere, baby.” I rub her clit in little circles. “You came into that restaurant in this little dress and those heels… and this thong. You’ve been trying to tempt me all night, haven’t you?”
I slide the thong to one side and slip two fingers inside her. Her walls clench around them as I move them in and out of her slowly. “Your pussy is practically dripping.”
“I’ve been thinking about you,” she says. “For weeks, Sir. I’ve been wanting you inside me for so long…”
“I don’t know if I’m done punishing you yet,” I say, though the sight of her soaking wet pussy is making my mouth water.
The memory of her taste and smell has stuck with me for all this time.
“I need you to come before I fuck you. Maybe I’ll make you come hard over and over again.
” I thrust my fingers hard inside her and a quick shiver runs over her thighs.
She’s getting so wet that her thighs are shining with her juices.
And just as her knees start to weaken, I pull my fingers out and let her go.
She holds onto the railing but manages to keep herself standing. I suck her juices off my fingers. Sweet and tangy like I remember.
“Take off the dress.”
This time, there’s no hesitation. She slides the straps off her shoulders and unzips the tiny dress. It slides effortlessly off her body and to the floor.
“And the thong.”
She slides that off as well. She starts to take off the shoes, but I stop her.
“Leave them on.” I take her back into my arms and kiss her, sharing her taste between us. She bites my lip passionately, her hand moving to the imprint of my rock-hard cock.
“Fuck me, please,” she moans into my mouth.
“Kiss it first.”
She gets down on her knees and unzips my pants. I watch as she takes my dick out and does several runs under and around the shaft with her tongue. Then she takes me in her mouth. I watch in amazement as the whole of my cock disappears down her throat over and over again.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I moan. I rest my hand on her head, my fingers run through her white gold tresses.
She looks up at me with lust in her eyes as I slide down her throat until her lips meet the base of my cock.
I hold her head, keeping her there for a few seconds to savor the moment until I feel her start to gag.
I let her head go, and she works me with her hand, her mouth moving down to my balls.
I can’t take it for too much longer. I stop her, stepping back and helping her to her feet.
I take her face in my hands and kiss her, tasting the hint of our sex on her lips.
I’m ravenous for her. I want to have every part of her tonight.
I break our kiss long enough to kneel down and lift her up and onto my shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
She squeaks and giggles with surprise, but she holds on as I carry her up the stairs to my bedroom.
I kick open my half open door and lay her on the bed. She laughs gleefully as she lies across my comforter. Then she sits up on her elbows, watching me as I take off my clothes.
Her body glows under the warm amber lighting of my bedroom… and it’s all I want to see. I lean into her and we kiss again. Her thighs squeeze against my sides and her legs wrap around mine, encouraging me onward.
I kiss her neck, then move down to her breasts, flicking her nipples with my tongue. The head of my dick presses against her entrance, ready for the moment she lets me inside.
“I can’t wait any longer,” she whispers. “Please, Daddy.”
I bite her nipple and she gasps, arching her back. Her moans are like music to my ears. Her arms wrap around my head as I kiss her down her stomach and bury my face into her sweet pussy. My tongue moves over her rose colored lips, then circles her clit. Her thighs twitch against my face.
Her hands are in my hair and she presses her pussy against my face as I start sucking her clit. And then she comes with a gasp, curses flowing from her lips as her thighs shake. I ride the waves of her orgasm as she twists against my face.
“It’s so good,” she moans. When I lift up and bear witness to her soaking wet pussy, she adds, “Don’t stop.”
I press my cock between her lips and move it up and down from click to her cunt and back again. She bites her lip, her eyes rolling up.
“Did you forget something, milaya?” I ask her.
“Don’t stop, Daddy,” she whisper moans.
I smile down at her. “Very nice. I want to hear you screaming it for me, baby.”
I slide myself inside her. Her walls accept and enclose my dick. As I look down at it all happening, I feel myself getting harder with every stroke. I stroke her clit with my thumb, applying pressure.
Her back is arching as she grabs the comforter. “Oh, God,” she moans. “You’re fucking me so good.”
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
I take my thumb off her clit and press it against her mouth. She responds immediately, sucking on it as I move one of her hands and place it over her pussy, letting her fingers find her soft and wet clit. “Play with it for me, baby.”
She moans and sucks, her fingers flicking her swollen clit. I start fucking her harder and she throws her head back, letting go of my thumb. “I’m gonna come so hard, Daddy.”
My hand goes around her neck, squeezing steadily while she explodes against me. I’m fucking her hard and deep now. “Look at me.”
She does. Her eyes are glazed with lust as the restricted air combined with her orgasm hits her. Just as she peaks, I let her throat go. In a loud, raspy voice, she cries out. “Oh, Roman! Fuck!”
I come with her, the intensity of her passion bleeding onto me, into me, through me. The moment I explode inside her, I slow down, leaning in and kissing her lips. She murmurs words against my mouth, her arms and legs wrapping around me.
“This pussy is mine tonight,” I growl. “Say it.”
“It’s yours,” she says back. “All yours, Daddy.”
I wake up alone. I feel her absence before I even open my eyes.
I reach over as I wake and feel the empty space. The sheets are as cold as ice. Shit. Did she… leave?