Pencil in hand, she sketched a rough outline of a female figure. She wanted to do a dress, but maybe a design with pants would be better.
What did Dante prefer? Dress or pants? It didn’t matter. The design wasn’t for him. Maybe she would do one of each. That settled, she grabbed a fine charcoal tipped pencil. Poised above the paper, she needed to decide her next move. Long or short dress?
Her gaze lingered outside her window and her mind drifted. Madison remembered Dante’s mouth on her and it was accompanied by a heavy pull in her sex. Did he like clothes that revealed a women’s body on the women he slept with? There seemed to be a pang in her chest of him with another woman or women.
She had spent too much time with thoughts of Dante. She hadn’t touched herself since she had been with him and it had been three days of torture. Her body was on fire with dreams of him and what he did to her body and even imagined other things they could do to each other. She hadn’t gotten any sleep.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried. But it just wasn’t the same. She didn’t know if it was that Dante had ruined her or what. But even thoughts to use her vibrator had turned her off. She acknowledged she was like a sex addict; it was all she could think of. Maybe she would take matters back into her own hands.
She slid off the sofa and padded back to her room. She opened the drawer in her nightstand and pulled out her thrusting rabbit vibrator and set it on the top of the nightstand. She peeled off her boy shorts and panties and pulled off her t-shirt and bralette and lay back in the bed. What would she do before Dante?
Madison would light a candle and then get herself in the mood. She didn’t need help to get in the mood. She was already there. She let her hands roam over her body. Up her stomach and to her breasts before they traveled down between her legs. She was already so wet.
She moved her hands back up to cup her breasts and worked her nipples into hardened peaks. She rolled and twisted them between her fingers.
She tried to do what Dante had done to them. It had driven her crazy but she just couldn’t imitate it. She went with what she knew worked and plucked them as her vaginal muscles clutched at air.
She grabbed her vibrator and inserted it. It pulled a light gasp from her throat. She liked to give it a few pumps on her own before she turned it on. It wasn’t the same. Dante was thicker and longer than her vibrator. Maybe instead of pushing thoughts of him away she would embrace them.
Instead of her hand, it would be his on the vibrator. The image in her mind’s eye made her muscles clench, and she sucked the vibrator in deeper. She turned it on and teased herself like she wanted Dante too. She touched her clit and moved the cockhead up and down her slit and teased herself until she had to insert it.
“Ah, Dante,” she whispered, and that was the end of that. She turned the thruster on to the highest setting with the vibrator on medium vibration and allowed it to do its work. Her hands danced up her belly to her nipples and twisted and turned them as she worked her hips in a circle. That allowed the thrust to hit different spots.
It was good, but it wasn’t enough. She increased the vibration and pinched and flicked her nipples. She could feel an orgasm coming, but it wasn’t big and she already knew it wouldn’t satisfy her. It was going to leave her wanting more. Wanting Dante. It broke over her in a small wave, like a ripple in a pond.
All she could feel was a lacking need. It hadn’t satiated her. Needing the real thing. She was sure she could find some guy to fuck her, but deep down she knew only Dante would do. It was something that had to do with him. The way he commanded her body. Played it like an instrument that he was born to work.
What he had said was true. There was something between them. Something drawing them together and until that was satisfied, she wouldn’t be able to move on and focus on her designs. Now if only she could convince him to fuck her again. The way things had ended, it didn’t seem like it would work, but she knew she had to try.
She needed him out of her system so she could concentrate on what mattered. Winning at fashion week.
Chapter 5
Dante couldn’t wait to see Madison again, which was a real problem. He didn’t do relationships anymore. It was only casual, and it was rare for it to happen more than once with the same woman. No-strings-attached sex was what he was after. But he had been like a kid counting down the last days of school. He waited for Thursday to come around. He knew Enzo told her she could bartend, so if he just happened to be down there, he could get a drink from her. She needed the money, and he would tip well.
He couldn’t wait to see her performance either. They had hyped it up, and the club was packed. Would Madison do something different? She gave a great show, but the idea of her doing something special, made him want to rub his hands together in anticipation.
It would be best to wait until after her set to get a drink so he would have something to say to her. It would be more than staring at her and drooling like a lovesick puppy. No, it wasn’t love. Just lust, plain and simple. But after her set he would be able to speak of something that didn’t have to do with sex. Then maybe he could work his way around to figure out how to get her out of his system.
Now that it was decided, he would get a drink after her set, he went back to his regular routine. He still needed to get the cousins together to discuss the call he had received. He needed to get to work on it, the sooner the better. He would do it tonight.
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Madison found Zoe in the back of the little mom and pop diner they would go to after a shift at il Signore. “Hi.” She leaned in and hugged Zoe. They had agreed to meet before work. Now that she wasn’t interning and had more free time, she and Zoe were able to meet.
“I know. I miss our ninety-day fiancé watch parties.” Zoe handed her a menu.
“Oh my gosh. I’m so behind.” Madison took the menu and opened it. “I need to binge to catch up.”
Zoe looked up from her own menu. “Girl, you do. I can’t wait to talk to someone. And all the spin offs. I can’t keep up.”
“Where have you been watching them?” Zoe didn’t have a TV so they would watch at Madison’s place. Sometimes Zoe would catch them online somewhere and watch that way before Madison realized they loved the same show.
Zoe’s eyes drifted away. “I have a friend.”
Madison sat up in the chair. “A guy friend?” She had no idea what was going on with Zoe, and it saddened her that with everything going on she had lost touch with her friend.
“Well, yeah. I guess so, but not in the way you think. It is platonic.”
