Chapter 52 It Was A $10,000 Dress!
"David!" I squeal, my hands instantly covering myself, then trying to hold the pieces of the dress together in the middle. "You can't do that!"
"Think I just did." He retorts, grabbing my waist instead and pulling me down to his lap.
"That was a $10,000 dress!"
"It's not worthy of you." He replies, squashing my anger immediately, his hands sliding over my now bare back as the torn dress lays limply over me.
"You could have just said you didn't like it, like with all the others." I huff, making him smile, and lean up until his lips are almost brushing mine.
"I really didn't like this one." He replies smoothly.
"Well I have to wear something."
"Tomorrow? Yes. But right now…" He pushes on my back, guiding me forwards until my lips meet his, the kiss slow, but deep, almost making me forget about the limp material hanging from my arms of the ruined dress.
As his tongue licks my bottom lip, and I open my mouth for him, his hands work at pulling the dress off of me, and I hear the rustle of it being thrown to the floor in a haphazard pile. My back arches into him as my hands grab his face, my body aching to be as close to him as possible, while his hands return to my body, caressing every inch of skin between my bra and my underwear.
With my fingers threading through his hair, I grip his hair and tug his head back, his dark eyes looking up at me as I breathe in some sense.
“What did I say earlier, David?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him, thankful that my voice doesn’t break.
He just smiles back at me.
“Oh, I have an awful memory.” He teases, trying to lean back up until I move a hand to his chest and push him back down.
"David–"
“I seem to remember,” He interrupts, adjusting his grip on my waist making it feel tighter. “A certain someone cutting into my phone call yesterday to get exactly this.” He punctuates his sentence with the grind of his hips into mine, making my mouth stutter open. “And then suddenly, it’s not what you want?”
“I never said I don’t want it.” I reply, my teeth clenching while I try to keep myself together, despite his hips now rhythmically rocking into me. “Just that there’s other ways to–”
“And like I said, Doll. This is the most fun way.” His lips find their way to my neck, the soft bites tugging at my nerves and making me want to succumb to him.
He is right, of course. It is the most fun way. It is the way I have wanted for months, but there is something inside my brain telling me not to give in so easily each time. Like having sex so often would somehow make it meaningless, after having waited so long.
But it is hard to listen to that voice, when David’s tongue is running down my chest.
So, maybe it is time to change tactics. To make sure that we both get what we want.
“Let’s make a deal.” I say, hearing him hum in response without looking up at me. Just continuing to leave light marks on my chest with his mouth while I absentmindedly drag my fingernails over his scalp. “Where we have fun, just maybe not every day.”
His lack of response hangs in the air between the sound of his mouth sucking, kissing and biting my skin, the scrape of my thighs over his jeans as he keeps rutting against me, so I speak again.
“I just want you to talk to me David…” I whisper, tilting my head down so that my words fall closer to his ears.
He finally looks up at me then.
My eyes widen slightly when I see the darkness behind his eyes, the kind of look he used to give me in the Red Rooms. It sends a searing hot shiver down my spine, while a whimper starts bubbling in my throat.
“I have a counter proposal.” He says bluntly, his hand coming up to my face, his thumb resting on my bottom lip. “You talk. I have fun.”
"David that’s–"
I squeal when I am suddenly thrown to the side, hitting the couch on my back. When I look up, I see David starting to climb over me, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses up my leg as he watches me intently, his hands circling round my hips once he reaches my stomach, pulling my body closer to him.
My back arches into his mouth as my breaths get heavier.
Rolling my head back into the couch, I let my eyes close and let him continue. I bite my bottom lip, the heat starts snaking its way up my abdomen, his stubble scratching my skin as he works his way up my body. A tug on my hips tells me he is pulling my underwear down, and after shifting to make it easier for him, I prop myself on my elbows as he moves his face closer to mine.
“Come on then Doll,” He smirks. “Start talking.”
He presses a harsh kiss to my lips before disappearing back down my body again, his mouth quickly finding its way to my clit and clamping around it.
“Fuck!” I moan, feeling his tongue licking me over and over, fast, sloppy, making my eyes roll back in my head.
I know this is his tactic, to distract me enough that talking is completely off the table. But I am a very stubborn person.
Swallowing the moan away from my throat, I blink a couple of times until I can focus properly, sagging a little on my elbows as my body starts to tremble.
“I… need to choose… a dress.” I manage to get out.
“The last one.” He mumbles in between licks.
“The last… You ripped the last o-one!” I gasp as his tongue delves inside me, my blood sizzling hot from the feeling. Circling round my clit, he pulls back for a second.
“I mean the one you haven’t tried on yet.” He mumbles before diving straight back in to sending me to fucking heaven.
It makes my mind fuzzy, the moans tumbling from my lips loud and shallow, fingers scrabbling to grip any part of the couch I can find.
When his fingers slip down my thigh, coming up to my core and pushing in while his tongue focuses on my clit, my entire body shudders.
"David…. Jesus…"
"I have spent months hiding everything I wanted to do to you." He says, as he takes his mouth off me and starts to move up my body, his fingers still pumping into me at a steady pace, not fast enough to send me spiralling to my climax, but not slow enough to let me breathe properly. "Months of exploring you in the Red Room, imagining it was you, but keeping it separate…" He continues, his words interspersed with soft kisses up my stomach as his gaze locks onto my wide eyes staring back at him. "Now that I don't have to keep it separate, you want me to stop?"
"I…"
"You want me to hold back on fucking you on every surface in this house? To stop touching you? To stop wanting to hear every beautiful fucking noise you make?"
I can do nothing but moan at his words, each second making my body feel less and less in control.
"You want me not to show everyone in this city how they could never dare to have someone like you? How they are so beneath you, that they don't even deserve a single look from you?"
My lungs are struggling to breathe at this point, especially when his mouth hits my neck, a combination of teeth and tongue that makes me shudder, spiralling towards my climax as his fingers pump into me.
"We are going to go to that Ball, Doll. You're going to show everyone how untouchable, and beautiful you are. And they will fucking cower beneath us." He punctuates his sentence by biting my earlobe, making a gasp erupt from deep in my throat, my hands scrambling to grab him, trying to move him to my mouth, but he stands strong.
He speeds his fingers up, feeling my desperation, and continues licking my neck instead.
"How… God David–" I swallow when my sentence dies on my lips, ready to try again. "How do we… make sure they know I'm yours?" I breathe, between the roll of my hips to try and meet his fingers thrusting into me.
I feel his smile in my neck. And then I feel empty, his fingers pulled out of me, and his body leaving mine.
Grabbing my limp hands, he pulls me up, onto his lap, but facing away from him. My body melts into his chest, leaning on him as much as I can, arching back away when his hand slides round the front of my stomach, back down to my core and his fingers push back inside me.
"David!" I moan, almost falling forward, but he wraps his other arm around me, anchoring my body to his.
"Check the bag." He whispers in my ear, the words almost missed from the sounds of his fingers and my moans echoing round the room.
Slowly, I open my eyes and look at the floor in front of me. I can barely focus, but eventually, I see an unopened bag.
Reaching forward, his arm keeps me grounded on his lap, his fingers pumping into me at a now lazy pace, allowing me to bend over and pick the bag up.
"That is what you're going to wear." He says.