Now what? Wallow? Stress eat? Dig a hole to bury myself and plant a cactus on top?
Why the picture of Fabio—of his naked ass while he spanked and danced for that girl—invaded me at this time of despair and hardened my nipples eluded me. Why was I still thinking about him? Fantasizing about his body, his moves and the things he could have been doing to me if things didn’t go south?
I didn’t even know him, and he didn’t like me anymore. Why was I obsessing over him to the point I wanted to play with mysealedvaginathinking about him?
I hadn’t touched myself in years. My libido had died with everything else that mattered. But since last Friday, since that almost wall bang, I didn’t think I’d stopped being wet.
Well, since I had nothing more to lose, and I was going to hell anyway…
My eyes closed as the image of his lips and their sweet taste came alive. Dirty and debauched, my mind undressed Fabio slowly, getting him out of his tux. Then using the previews it’d already seen, assembled his naked body behind my eyelids. His broad shoulders, chiseled chest, sculpted abs…his Adonis belt that made smart girls go stupid and women like me take off their wet panties and rub themselves.
“Fabio,” I whispered, picturing him on top of me, his erection poking me in the right place.
Gabriella, you’re so naughty.I heard his voice in my head, rolling my name seductively as he used to do.
“You ruined me. Isn’t that what you wanted? To get me naked, devour me, ruin me, get me addicted to you so I never want you to go? Here I am.”
He was no longer on top of me. He flipped me on my stomach, and I pictured myself sitting on all fours like that girl at the party. He stood in front of me, commanding me to take off his pants. I did, and he was wearing that leather thong underneath. It barely contained his erection. Licking my lips, I wanted it in my mouth so badly. In my pussy.
But he wouldn’t let me just yet, torturing me like he did with that girl. He was right behind me now, holding my hips, rubbing his cock against my butt.You must be spanked…really hard.
I nodded, moaning and gasping, my finger frantic on my clit.
Count, naughty girl.
“One.” The imaginary feeling of his palm on my ass felt so hot, so good. “Two.” I heard him slip out of his thong, and the naked velvety feeling of his hardness on my skin, waiting at my opening. “Three.”
When you reach five, I’m gonna be inside you, fucking you so hard, and you’re gonna take it all like the naughty girl you are.
Oh God. “Four. Five! I want to see your face when you do it.” What would it be like to be beneath a man like him? To have all those muscles burning around my body, squeezing? What sounds would he be making when he thrust in and out of me, driving me to my orgasm? Who would come first, me or him?
My finger moved faster as my imagination went wild, as I clamped my thighs around his hips and writhed under him, as his strokes became rougher, harder, faster, his skin shimmering with sweat, as he dominated me, taking full control of my body and my pussy.
Bitter sweet pressure gathered in my belly, and my clit protruded against my finger. I pictured his fist in my hair as he grunted and growled, his thrusts feral.Come for me, Gabriella.
I did. I came violently, harder than I could remember, with a staccato of screams. My whole body tensed, toes curled, fingers clawed as if I was turning into a werewolf. I didn’t care if I were. The pleasure still racking me with every contraction of my pussy was worth it.
With my clean hand running through my hair, I shook with incredulous laughter. I just came to the thought of getting spanked by a stripper slash escort slash HAWT.
“Laugh all you want now, Lady Brighton.” I’d just started familiarizing myself with gestures such as smiling and laughing and giggling after three years. A few more days, and I’d return to my frowns and glares and pouts.
I cleaned myself up and went to bed. Tomorrow was my meeting with Rina Alpha to discuss her contract. Even if it probably didn’t matter anymore, I’d fight until the last breath. As Tom Hanks once said: “I’ve got to keep breathing because tomorrow the sun will rise, and who knows what the tide will bring.”
The next day, thirty minutes before my meeting, the tide brought Fabio Zappa in the flesh into my office.
CHAPTER28
Fabio
I was tired of my heart racing every time I was in contact with Lady Brighton. Before last Friday, my heart never raced unless I was doing cardio or a bunch of girls.
She pushed her glasses up her nose, her eyes wide behind them. I wanted to just take them off and jump onto her face, doing an encore of our little tongue dance.
When she breathed I could see she was still wearing my gift. Her tits were perfect in that silk blouse, and every time she took a breath, I was compelled to stare. I wondered what she was wearing today. Another one of her pencil skirts? I couldn’t see from here while she sat behind her desk.
Clearing her throat, she pushed the goddamn glasses again, as if they wouldn’t stay still. “I’m afraid I have an important meeting in a few minutes. How long are you planning on standing there and staring, Mr. Zappa?”
My teeth clenched. If I just pressed her against the wall or bent her over that desk, would she still be able to say that exasperating shit she loved to drive me crazy with? Hundred bucks she wouldn’t.
