Chapter Ten- Dior #2
“Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me, is everything alright?” I became really concerned because my sister was everything to me.
“Daddy hasn’t come to get me from Aunty Debbie’s. I miss my room,” hearing that Lewis still had Chanel staying over at his sister’s house really pissed me off.
“Chanel, where’s aunty now?”
“She’s watching her stories in the TV room,” Chanel replied in a sad tone. My heart broke into a million pieces.
“Um, is she treating you alright? You’re eating and everything?” I had no doubt that Chanel was being properly cared for, but I still had to ask.
“Yeah, she’s nice as always, but I just miss my room really bad.”
“Ok, I promise I’ll figure this out soon. Tell me, have you learned anything else about sharks lately?” I changed the topic to take both our minds off me not being there.
“Yes, do you know that the oldest shark is estimated to be over 100 years old?”
“What? No way…” I sat on that phone with my sister for over an hour, listening to all her stories about things she learned.
Before ending the call, I told her I would call her every day so she wouldn’t miss me as much.
By the time our conversation ended, one thing I knew for certain.
If Lewis didn’t get Chanel from his sister’s house, I had to figure out a way to get my sister to come stay with Buddha and me.
Next, I called Mia, she was so geeked when she saw my name pop up on her screen.
She screamed my damn ear off when I told her I was in Italy.
I promised her repeatedly that I was safe and Buddha wasn’t harming me in any way.
Mia and I spoke for literally the remainder of the day.
I was really careful about what I said regarding the Riccis.
“Hold on, Mia, I’m getting another call,” I told her before looking to see who it was. I blushed when the name Marito flashed on my screen.
“Hey,” I switched the call immediately.
“How’s your day going?” Buddha’s deep voice made my spine tingle.
“Good, I’m talking to Mia, and don’t worry, I’m being very careful about what I say. Are you coming back soon?” I asked, eager for him to walk through the door.
“Yeah, we’re leaving here in five minutes. It will take me half an hour to get back,” I did a little dance when I heard that Buddha would be here in less than an hour.
“Ok, I’ll see you then,” I said, smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.
“Ciao (bye),” Buddha replied before ending the call. I swapped back to Mia.
“I gotta go, Buddha will be here soon,” I told her, stripping out of my clothes so I could hop in the shower.
“Well damn, I hear that. Go show that man how much you missed him with some sloppy toppy,” I burst out laughing because I missed Mia’s crazy ass so much.
“Girl, bye. I love you, alright. I’ll call you tomorrow,” I ended the call and hopped in the shower so I could be ready for when Buddha got here.
As soon as I heard the door to our room open, I stood up with the glass of wine in my hand.
I looked down at the white robe with nothing underneath and high heels, wondering if it was too much.
I went ahead and ordered dinner for us because I believed that Buddha would have wanted to stay in.
He had been gone all day, so instead of him taking me out to dinner, I had dinner come to him.
The look of satisfied shock on his face was all I needed to see when he stepped inside the room.
“What’s all this?” He asked with a smile, taking the glass of red wine I offered.
“I know you wanted to take me to dinner. So I decided to order dinner, and we can eat here instead,” I pointed at the set table, with all the food I ordered, along with two lighted candles to set the mood.
Buddha finished the glass of wine in one gulp and walked over to me. His eyes darkened with desire before reaching for my throat. I moaned loudly as he kissed me exactly how I wanted, as though he missed me just as much as I missed him.
“Let me hop in the shower so we can eat,” he said into my ear. By the time he walked away, my knees were weak as fuck. That kiss had me wanting him to fold me like some laundry.
“I have a packed day planned for you tomorrow,” Buddha said, shoveling the last piece of garlic bread in his mouth. It was safe to say he came back famished because he ate like a damn lion.
“What do you mean?” I asked, pouring myself a fourth glass of wine. I looked at the bottle because this wine was really good. I didn’t feel tipsy or anything.
“Dior, this wine right here will fuck you up, slow the fuck down,” this was Buddha’s second warning. He swore that this particular wine crept up on you and you’d feel the effects when you least expected it.
“I’m fine,” I said, waving him off dismissively. “What’s happening tomorrow?” I asked, drinking my wine.
“This hotel offers tours. So, before I left earlier, I booked you for a tour tomorrow at the front desk, so you can see Tuscany.” I knew he meant well, but I didn’t want to see Tuscany all by myself.
“Why don’t you look happy?” Buddha asked.
“Alone? I don’t wanna be alone again.” I fussed, knowing he was about to give me a lecture.
“Don’t start, you knew this was a business trip. I can’t be in both places at once. On the last day, I promise I’ll spend it with you.” This made me feel much better, and I perked up.
“Ok. Where does the tour go?”
“You and others meet in the lobby for 7 am, The tour bus will be waiting. It starts off taking the tourists to sample cheese and then wine at the vineyard. Then they will take you all to Florence. I’ll meet up with you there since that’s where we’ll be all day,” the more I listened, the more excited I became.
I couldn’t wait to go exploring, even if I was going to do it alone.
“Shit, I can’t wait. It sounds like a lot of fun, thank you,” I said, putting my empty glass down on the table.
The effects of the wine were finally kicking in.
The only thing was I didn’t feel drunk, I felt extremely fucking horny.
Everywhere on my body felt warm and tingly.
I began fanning myself dramatically. Buddha lifted an eyebrow as he looked at me.
“You alright there, Dior?” he asked with an expression as though he was trying not to laugh. I tilted my head at him and gave him a very suspicious look. Picking up the bottle, I read the name on the label.
“Brachetto d’Acqui. What the fuck kind of red wine is this?” I asked, pointing at the bottle.
“Were you specific when you ordered dinner and about the kind of wine you wanted?” Buddha asked, running his index finger across his lips. I don’t know, but that simple gesture was really turning me on.
“Yes, I said I wanted a really special bottle of wine because I was on my honeymoon,” I explained before I began fanning myself again.
“Mmm, that would explain it. Dior, Brachetto d’Acqui is a wine that has ingredients that act as an aphrodisiac.” I gasped loudly when Buddha clarified the type of wine I ordered.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked him just as he began laughing.
“Didn’t I say to slow the fuck down? You never fucking listen, so that’s what the fuck you get. Bring your horny ass over here.”
“You ain’t shit, you know I thought you meant that I’d get drunk,” I told him, as I walked slowly over to where he was seated. He laughed again as he continued, rubbing his lips. Buddha looked at me as if I was about to be his dessert, but I wanted him to be mine first.
Standing between his open legs, I looked down at my very handsome husband.
He sat there looking all fine in the exact robe I wore, compliments of the hotel.
His hair was still a little damp from his shower, touching the tops of his shoulders.
Placing my palms flat on his upper thigh, I leaned into him and placed a very suggestive kiss on his mouth.
Wasting no time, Buddha immediately went for between my legs, slipping his fingers inside of me, as his tongue plunged into my mouth.
“No, no, no, this is my show,” I slapped his hand away. Reaching for the elastic band around his wrist, I used it to tie my hair up and away from my face.
“Ssss,” He hissed, as I boldly reached inside his robe and began stroking his erection. Up and down, slow at first, and then I picked up the pace. Never breaking eye contact, I got on my knees and then shoved his dick in my mouth.
“Oh, fuckkk, yeah, just like that…suck it just like that,” Buddha encouraged me, holding my face while lifting his hips as he pumped his dick in and out of my mouth.
I was gagging, choking, eyes watering, saliva coating my chin and his lap, but I kept going.
Buddha’s length and girth took some time to get used to as I deep-throated his dick down the back of my throat.
“The fuck are you doing? You trying to make me cum?”
“Ahhhh,” I cried out in pain as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me up from the ground. Buddha stood up and roughly opened my robe, taking it off and dropping it to the floor.
“You trying to make me cum before I could bury my dick in this pussy,” as he spoke, he led us over to bed and then with one quick shove threw me on top of the covers. This was about to be animalistic as fuck I could already tell.
“Oh, my God!” I screamed when he lowered himself on top of me and entered me in one smooth motion.
With a fistful of my hair in his grasp. His body pressed into mine so much that no air could pass between us. Buddha pumped in and out of me, his mouth against my ear as I heard him breathing in short gasps.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asked, tightening the grip on my hair. I knew it should hurt, but somehow it felt so fucking good.
“It’s yours,” I answered as he continued slamming into me.
“No, no, no. Say this is my husband’s pussy,” Buddha corrected me. “Whose pussy is this?”
“It’s my husband’s pussy. This is my husband’s pussy,” I said, feeling my stomach tense up as he began hitting a spot. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Making our union closer and more intense.