Chapter 19
Lana
I’m sitting in my apartment looking at my options for what to wear for my date with M. Consensus? Fuck. This. Shit. And it’s funny that I’m nervous because we already had sex.
He texted me earlier saying we are going to Vrata Ljubav, which is fucking expensive. And I don’t have anything here to wear to that sort of place. I’m also debating what to do for makeup and hair. It has been a while since I have been on a date, probably seven years.
To say that I’m nervous would be an understatement. Which I shouldn’t be. This is M we are talking about.
“Who the fuck is that?” I say out loud because someone is knocking on my door. I go up to my door and ask who it is.
“My name is Oliver, Lana. I have a package from M.” What the actual fuck? I open the door and see Oliver standing there. He has a giant pink box in his hands, while another one is leaning against the door. A tall box, might I add.
“Uhm, okay?” Oliver. Hmm. This tall, blond, muscular man has a grin on his face like he can’t wait to come in. I motion for him to enter.
“I’ll set this box down on your bed, and I’ll haul in the big one after I’m done.” I’m so stunned I can’t speak, just watching him do his thing. He goes to my bedroom and comes back again to bring in the tall box. He displays it in the middle of my living room.
“Have fun tonight, Lana. M sends his love.” And just like that, he is out the door. It strikes me that he knows where my bedroom is, but I don’t put too much thought into it. I want to feel detached from my feelings about M, but he is drawing me in.
And he is unraveling my darkest feelings.
I shake my head and go to the bedroom to check out what he has sent me. I tear open the box and see that he has sent me expensive makeup, skincare, flowers, and chocolate. I bring my hand to my mouth and take in the products that I have unpacked.
It’s been a long time since I have been pampered like this.
Before I think myself into a bottomless pit, I go to the large box in my living room. My hands are shaking as I open it, and when it’s finally open, I take a step back and admire what I’m seeing.
It’s a sleek, long black satin dress, with a high slit and delicate straps. It’s also accompanied by a white wool coat and pointed stiletto heels. The outfit is fucking gorgeous, and I know I’m going to feel pretty.
I didn’t even notice that there was a note attached to the dress. I read it intently.
Lana,
Please don’t think I bought all that stuff because I think you need it.
You could be wearing a burlap sack without an inch of makeup, and you still would be the most beautiful woman in the world.
These items are a gift from me to you.
You deserve it.
All my love,
M
My heart is racing as I put the note on my coffee table. Fuck, now I have to wear this. Moreover, I want to wear it.
***
My dark hair is straight. I finished my makeup with winged eyeliner and nude lips, but the dress and the heels are what’s impressive. The black dress is hugging all my curves with an elegant touch. I feel like a million dollars.
M is going to be here in two minutes, and I’m sitting down and bouncing my leg. I am nervous, as it feels like I’m back in high school, going to prom.
“He’s here,” I say as he buzzes from downstairs.
“Hello? Who is it?” M laughs, all teasing and no play.
“Lana, I’m here. Come downstairs, or do you want me to come upstairs? But I have to warn you, I won’t be gentle.”
“No, no, no! I’ll be downstairs in two minutes.” I’m afraid that if I let him upstairs, I might do something I’ll regret later.
I head downstairs with my coat on, and when I open the door of my building, I’m greeted by M, who is leaning against his black, sleek Audi and looking devastatingly handsome.
He is wearing a charcoal wool coat. Since it’s not snowing right now, it’s unbuttoned, and I see he is wearing a black turtleneck underneath.
He paired that with slim-cut black trousers and polished leather Chelsea boots.
His dark hair is slightly polished but still has a tousled, wavy look.
All of that, in combination with a clean-shaven face, makes me want to drop down to my knees.
When I’m done gawking, I become aware of him staring at me as well. He backs away from his car and walks slowly toward me, like he is savoring every second of me being here.
He is standing before me, and I don’t dare look in his eyes, but he has other plans. M places a finger underneath my chin and makes me lift my head so I must look at him.
“Lana, there are no words adequate to describe how mesmerizing you are.” The decibels in his tone are decreasing with every word that he utters, as if he is trying to find them.
He brings his lips to my ear and whispers, “We need to go, otherwise I’m fucking you in the middle of the street.
” Then I do something foolish. I put my left hand on the right side of his neck, and I just let it rest there.
I bring my head back to look into his eyes.
His irises are enlarged, and he is looking at me in a way that I feel all the hairs on my body stand on end.
“Then we have to go,” I gasp, and I stop myself.
“What’s wrong, Lana?” he asks me. I shake my head and smile.
“Nothing, I’m just nervous.” Crisis averted. He presses a soft kiss to my left cheek and takes my hand and guides me to his car. Like a true gentleman, he opens the door and lets me in. Once he takes a seat, he puts his hand on my thigh and starts rubbing circles.
“I’m nervous as well.” I didn’t see that one coming, and I focused my gaze on Sarajevo. It’s nighttime, but the twinkling lights of the city are making it even more beautiful. As I am looking outside the window, M hasn’t stopped touching my thigh. I bask in his touch and resist biting on my lip.
After about thirty minutes, because Sarajevo has many hills, we arrive at the restaurant. I want to open my door, but he stops me by moving his hand from my thigh underneath my dress. He does it so easily because of the slit, and he is just that skilled.
His fingers hover over my panties, they are stroking me ever so slowly and gently, but the sensation is overwhelming. I drop my head back against the headrest and let out a soft whimper.
“If you ever try to open your own door, I’m going to tie your hands together and leave you like that in my car so you can’t escape. That way I can do this whenever I want to.”
“M, please.” It’s not a question, but I’m silently asking him not to stop. He unbuckles his seat belt, turns toward me, and is close to my face. Talking to me.
“Is my little hummingbird desperate for a release?” he asks as he moves my panties to the side.
“Yes.”
“You mean, yes, M?” he teases me, and I’m growing wetter because of it. Now I bite on my lower lip and close my eyes, while my left hand tangles in his hair and my right hand is gripping the handle above my head.
“Yes, M. Please let me come.” My voice is dripping with lust, and he picks up on that. His tongue darts out, and he starts licking me from the base of my neck all the way to my ear. His fingers are simultaneously stimulating my clit so hard while going in and out.
“You are a dirty fucking woman, little hummingbird, and I can’t wait to have you in my bed.” His voice is so erotic, and it is sending me over the edge.
“I’m coming, M!”
“Then do!” With his shout, I come. Hard. I’m gasping for air and I grip the handle above my head even tighter. The thing might get ripped off because the feeling is fucking intense. M pulls away, and I look into his eyes.
“Thank you.” What the fuck else am I going to say? That shit was so fucking hot.
“This.” M removes his fingers from my pussy and puts them in his mouth. Sucking them slightly.
“I don’t even have to have dinner, I’m satiated.” My mouth hangs open.
“But you are probably hungry. Let’s go inside.”