“I need to make a phone call too. I’ll be right back,” I said shortly after she’d left, and my father nodded, ignoring Ivan’s scowl. I stood and left the table, feeling Ivan’s stare on my back all the way across the restaurant.
He didn’t trust me, and that was good because he shouldn’t. I was about to go and do dirty things to his wife. I’d teach him to treat me so indifferently.
I could tell myself that wanting to touch Marisha again was only because Ivan was an asshole and I wanted to teach him a lesson. But I knew the truth. I wanted her, period. I wanted all of her.To be mine.
Marisha was ahead of me, but my stride was bigger, and I caught up to her as we left the main hall. The restaurant was a particular favorite of mothers because it used to be an art gallery many years ago. Though mother still cultivated the top two floors on occasion when she held charity auctions and such. It was a win-win in her eyes. She got to do something good for a charity of her choosing, and Father got to meet some of the most wealthy of society and use them for his own devices when he saw fit.
It was to these higher floors that I took Marisha now. Gripping the top of her arm and pulling her through a side door which led to a narrow staircase. She yelped a little as I pushed the door shut before slamming my mouth to hers. She didn’t fight me though. She opened up to me, allowing me entry, her hands finding their way to the back of my neck automatically.
I kissed her hard, my tongue moving over hers, my teeth nipping at her lips. My hands found their way to her throat and I held her head still as I inhaled her from collarbone to earlobe.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” I said, my voice coming out thick with need.
The space was dark, and all I could make out was the lights from her eyes and the soft form of her lips. I released her neck and took her hand, guiding her up the narrow staircase. At the top I pulled us left towards what used to be the Early Renaissance room, but was now nothing more than a square room with blank walls.
The light in here was wonderful, shining in through stained-glass windows that filled one side of the wall. It used to be boarded up and used as more wall space for artwork, but when the paintings had gone, Mother had pulled it down and had the glass refitted. It was my favorite room in this place, and one I had brought many women to. Yet bringing Marisha here felt different. More intimate. And I bizarrely felt like I’d betrayed her for ever bringing another woman to this place.
I guided her over to the windows and we looked out at the bustling world below. The window was set inside a bay, and the seating below was padded with cushions that I’d lain many women down on, but again, this felt different.
“We don’t have much time,” Marisha said, turning to me, her pupils dilated, and her lips parted.
“You read my mind,” I said, reaching for the back of her neck and slamming my mouth to hers again.
She kissed like she’d been starved for years. She was hungry for more. With every kiss I gave, she sought to deepen it. With every flick of my tongue, she matched it with her own. Finally, she reached down and began to undo the zipper on my pants, her hands shaking.
“I’ve got it,” I said, coaxing her hands away to do it myself.
Marisha shook her head, her tongue darting out across her lips. “No, I want to.” She carefully lowered herself to her knees, the silky red dress rising to reveal the tops of her thighs and showing me the promise of what was still hidden, and she reached for my zipper again, and I realized she meant to let me fuck her mouth. I shuddered in anticipation.
My pants dropped to my ankles, as did my underwear, and then her hand was sliding over my length as she teased the end of my cock with her tongue before slowly sliding me into the warmth of her mouth.
A little teeth.
A little tongue.
A tightening of her grip.
Fuck, I groaned as I gripped the back of her head with both hands, pushing myself further into her mouth. She looked up at me with big innocent doe eyes, her red painted lips tightening around my shaft and making a vacuum as I dipped my cock into the base of her throat. My balls tightened and she moaned and slid me out before taking me all the way back in again.
I hissed, desire and need flooding every nerve. I wanted her to continue, but I wanted to fuck her too. I needed to be inside of her, taking what was rightfully mine and imprinting my cock inside of her so that later when Ivan fucked her she would only think of me. I wanted her to only ever think of me, and I always got my way.
My cock swelled in her mouth at the prospect of being deep inside her and I gripped a handful of her thick hair using it as reigns as I impaled her mouth with my swollen cock. I sunk further into her depths as she lapped at the head of my dick, her fingers wrapping tighter around my length as I continued to fuck her mouth.
I came all too soon. Hot spurts landing across her greedy tongue and dripping down her throat as we both groaned. I finally pulled out of her mouth and she looked up at me with those innocent eyes of hers, breasts now barely contained by the bodice of the dress and her chest rising and falling fast. A thousand thoughts flitted through my mind. Wonder and desire, and all-consuming hunger for her making my cock begin to harden again.
“Is it my turn now?” she pleaded, her tongue swiping across her bottom lip again.
Chapter Twelve
Marisha
Alexander nodded hungrily, lifting me from the ground and jerking the red dress up to reveal my nakedness beneath.
“You’re not wearing any underwear.” His voice was a growl as his fingers reached to curve around my ass and squeeze. I yelped, my already swollen, wet body clenching tightly in anticipation.
“Last time we were together,” I moaned, “my panties went missing. They’re not cheap you know.” I teased, though I could barely push the words out through the weight of my need for him.
He leaned in, pressing his lips to my cheek. “Every time you’re with Ivan, you’re going to think of me, Marisha. When he sinks his dick into you, it’ll be my face you see. I’m going to stretch you, ruin you for him, make you never forget me.”
