Chapter Nine
Her Fantasy
Xolani
“If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be.”
– Marquis de Sade
Xolani took a deep breath as she stood barefoot outside the door to the suite where she would get her fondest wish. A blinding orgasm with every desire she wrote down on her application.
“Are you ready?” Dante stood to the left, just behind her.
Xolani pulled the soft white robe tightly around her naked body.
She’d pulled her hair out of the usual bun and let the coils fall free.
Then she had put on a light dusting of eyeshadow with gloss.
The doctor in her was gone for the night or however long this lasted.
This had been a big step for her. She was nervous in so many ways. Everything could go wrong.
Shh. And everything could go right. That’s it. Think positive.
This isn’t Ricky or any of the other failed relationships she’d had in the past. This was her taking what she wanted... and how she wanted it. “I think so,” she finally answered.
Dante gave her a reassuring smile. “Remember, nothing will happen that you don’t want. If you want this to stop, it will.”
She nodded, staring at the door. Then she licked her lips, tasting the gloss she’d placed there.
Vanilla. It calmed her. Finally, she reached for the doorknob and twisted it.
Pushing the door open, she entered before shutting it behind her.
It clicked softly, locking her in. The slight noise zinged through the quiet room.
She could see that it had been set up as she requested.
The entirety of the ceiling was mirrored; the back part of the room was walled in with glass.
A large bed sat in the center of the room.
Hanging from the bed posts were several silk curtains.
They had been placed that way so every angle would be covered.
Other than the clear walls facing the bed, it looked like your normal bedroom.
Behind the glass wall she could make out a longish couch with chairs.
Directly in front of those chairs on her side of the glass was a chair.
A large plush chair. A table sat right next to it with several different sexual toys that could be brought into play.
Everything she’d asked for.
She felt amazed by it all and that it had been accomplished so fast. It was magnificent and yet where was he? The one she’d dreamt about constantly. She heard a door open and eagerly looked over at the glass room.
A beautiful dark-skinned woman with long braids entered, flanked by a handsome Asian man wearing a pair of gray sweatpants.
He was well toned and easy on the eyes. His chest was covered in several tattoos.
They made a striking couple as they held each other’s hands and then settled into the chair facing her.
As she stared at the couple another door opened and in walked her dream man.
Xolani blinked. How could it actually be him in the flesh?
It couldn’t be anyone else but Dima Valdez standing before her.
She tried to think if she’d mentioned his name to anyone.
Or put it on the form she’d filled out on the laptop.
She didn’t think so. So how was he here?
Her mouth opened and all she could say was, “How?” as he walked to her slowly. He was, of course, dressed in a suit. She loved seeing him in it but couldn’t wait till he was out of it too.
“Xolani...” he said simply. Her name on his lips was honeyed. Normally, he called her Dr. Coleman because she’d told him to call her that.
She had to admit her name coming from him made her feel feverish. “Dima,” she whispered.
“In the flesh.” He reached his hand out to her.
Without a thought, she took it. “How can you be here?”
Dima smiled as he shook his head. “I confess that I managed to get that business card to you. I hoped you would come here and ask for someone just like me. I know Felipe and I asked him to help me if you did show up.”
She paused. Yes, she had questions, but it felt flattering that he had gone to this kind of trouble to be with her. She had to admit that she’d wanted what she’d been promised by the club and most definitely from him.
He squeezed her hand gently and brought her to stand in front of the glass. In front of the couple.
Dima moved behind her and reached around her slowly untie her robe.
He dropped the ties and placed his hands on top of hers where she gripped the front of the robe.
“Oh no, my dear. None of that. You wanted to show yourself off as well as to watch others. The only way to do that is to let them see,” Dima purred in her ear and then nipped the lobe.
With a deep breath, she moaned softly. It felt as if her heart was beating in her clit.
The slow thrumming she felt between her thighs was a little distracting and yet welcome.
She had no doubt that Dima would please her.
What made her anxious was the thought that perhaps they would be turned off by her body.
Dima included. This man just couldn’t be him.
Her overactive imagination must have formed an erotic dream state.
Dima pulled his lips away from her ear only to trail soft kisses along the side of her neck. “We have as much time as you need, baby.”
His words made her melt and her grip loosened on the robe as she finally let it go.
It parted and Dima tugged it fully open then took it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
“Good girl.” He kissed her neck and then her shoulder, his hands moving to squeeze her breasts, fingertips playing with her nipples.
She moaned softly and closed her eyes as she leaned back against his chest.
“No, Xolani. Eyes on them. You wanted to be watched, remember?” Dima urged.
She shuddered and looked at the couple behind the glass.
The woman had removed her robe and had her hand down the man’s pants.
Xolani could see she was stroking him. Though all of his attention stayed focused on what Dima was doing to her.
“This is all for you, beautiful.” Dima nipped her shoulder.
Again, her breath caught. Then she whimpered as he licked the same spot, his fingers pulling on her nipples.
Dima trailed one of his hands slowly from her glorious tits all the way to her leg and slapped the top of her thigh.
“Oh!”
“Open, let us see...”
She slowly widened her stance and watched the Asian male’s lick his lips as if he wanted a taste of her juices that had gathered.
“Ah, you’re so ready to play little girl. Look how wet you are for me? For us.”
“For us.” She whimpered.
Dima turned her towards him as he slowly undressed. He undid his tie slowly. Giving her a bit of a strip tease.
Each unbuttoning of the buttons with his nimble fingers lit a spark of need within her.
He shrugged out of the shirt and let it fall.
His chest was a myriad of dark tattoos. Ancient looking symbols.
..Bewitching and beautiful, she reached out and stroked a finger along his chest, smoothing it over his taut nipple.
Emboldened by his intense gaze on her and the fact that he didn’t tell her to stop, she brought up her other hand to touch his chest and his shoulders.
To get the feel of his skin as if trying to memorize it.
He brought his hands to the belt at his waist and she brushed them away. “Let me.”
Dima didn’t say anything.
She undid the buckle and slipped the belt through the loops dropping them on top of his other clothing on the floor.
Once done with that, she tugged down the zipper and then placed her hands in the back of his pants, slipping them down over his ass.
To get them all the way down she was kneeling before him.
She had expected boxers or briefs of some sort.
But no... He’d gone commando and his thick, pulsating cock sprang free.
She could have sworn she was drooling. His cock was right in her face. Long, with a bulbous head, thick and veiny.
“Touch me, Xolani. It’s yours to touch.”
She reached out her hand and gripped him.
“You can hold me tighter.” Dima grunted as her fingers were wrapped around his length. “Yeah, just like that, such a fucking good girl.” He leaned his head back as he thrust himself into her hand.
Xolani focused on his cock. His tip was wet with his pre-cum. So fucking sexy. Unable to stop herself, she leaned forward and licked the head.
“Fuck!” His body jerked.
She let him go quickly. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” He looked confused.
“You didn’t like my tongue on you,” she whispered.
“Fuck, baby. No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I liked it a bit too much and fuck if I didn’t almost blow my whole load.”
“Oh,” she replied, although she stayed where she was.
“Baby, your touch is perfect. You’re perfect. Now come up here, so I can kiss you. I’m sorry my reaction scared you. I want you. I want to fulfill your needs.”
Xolani stood and moved over to him slowly.
Wrapping his arms around her, he leaned in to cover her lips with his. The kiss was sweet and then it turned passionate... like he was trying to possess her. She whimpered into the kiss arching up into him. His tongue traced her lips and she opened to accept his tongue into her mouth.
The taste of him was indescribable. A hint of something smoky, peppermint, and decadent chocolate.
Whatever it was it made her crave more of it and him.
She wrapped her arms around him, having totally forgotten the other people as she pressed her naked body to his.
One of his hands stroked along her back while the other cupped her ass and drew her as close as he could.
Xolani was in no doubt that he still wanted her.
His cock pressing against her stomach was as hard as steel.
He finally removed his lips from hers and stared down at her. “Now shall we go back to taking care of your fantasy?”
“You mean you stopped?” She smiled.
His cock twitched against her belly. “Does it feel like I’ve stopped?” He gave her a quick peck and then took her hand in his to lead her to the chair. He sat down and turned her to face away from him and then he picked her up by the waist, so she was straddling him while facing the mirrored wall.
She squeaked, “I’m too big for you to keep manhandling me like that.”
“No baby, you’re the perfect size.” As if to emphasize what he meant, he ran his fingers down her sides and bit her shoulder.
“Mmm...” she moaned.
“Yeah, you’re a great fit. I like women with meat on them. Now let’s give them a show. They’re already ahead of us.”