Jaxon.
As the dream turned real, it felt like slipping into a familiar yet surreal experience, caught between wanting to savor every moment and wondering if it could truly be happening. When our lips finally met, it was a mix of nerves and excitement, like that first kiss sensation we all remember, minus any awkward teeth bumps. Her breath grew uneven, soft moans escaping as if from deep within her being. My hands instinctively reached for her cheeks, but she redirected them to her waist, her own hand finding its way to my throat. In that simple yet charged exchange, amidst the soft sounds and tender touches, we found ourselves lost in a moment where everything else faded away, and only the connection between us remained. The only thing that broke us apart, was when we needed to catch our breath.
My tongue grazed against my bottom lip, seemingly on autopilot, seeking to evoke the memory of hers sliding against it. It was a subtle gesture, a subconscious attempt to reclaim the fleeting sensation of our kiss. In that moment, as I lingered on the sensation, there was a quiet longing for the intimacy we had shared, a desire to hold onto the memory a little while longer. The sound of another woman's voice interrupted my thoughts, I'm such a douche for yearning someone else's presence while there's another woman beside me, excitedly talking about her experience.
I look at my watch and the clock strike at eleven-thirty PM. I have thirty minutes left before it turns into midnight and I have to find a way to slip into Domenica's office without alerting anyone.
"Jaxon,"
"Yeah?"
"Have you been listening to everything that I say?" Lydia watches me with a slightly annoyance written on her face. After spending one hour of talking, she now just realizes it?
"Uh, yeah.. You're uh.." My hand went to scratch the back of my neck, trying to come up with an answer which we both know it's bullshit because we both know, that I never listened to anything that came out of her mouth, until my eyes landed on a pair of Hawkeyes from Domenica from a far. She looks unhappy.
Another woman's request, I have neglected.
"I don't ever want to see you near her, ever again." Was what she said, two hours ago.
"Lydia, it's getting late, should I walk you to your room?" As I am talking to Lydia, my eyes never leave Domenica's. I watch as she shook her head in disapproval, slowly, before disappearing into the crowd.
Less problem that I need to solve, thank you for making it easy, Lydia. As I was about to follow Domenica who's disappearing into the crowd, I felt a tap on my shoulder prompting me to halt my movement. I turn around and its Mister Anderson.
"Jaxon, been looking everywhere for you, my boy. I just want to say thank you for helping me create this masterpiece of a vision, come to life. Emilia was impressed, startled actually. She loves it." Mister Anderson kept giving me fatherly taps to my shoulder, and the only thing I could do is smile and nod along.
"Thank you, sir. Honored to participate in the project as well. If you'll excuse me,"
"What's the rush? I need to introduce you to a fellow friend of mine that I'm sure would pique your interest, they're in the architecture business, it'll be a great opportunity for you." My once slumped shoulders became perked up. This could be a great opportunity indeed... I won't expect much but I'm sure I could scrap some information up.
"What do you say? Spare me your minute?"
I straightened my posture and tipped my head to the side, "Don't mind if I do."
I'm dead.
And it is literal.
It's one AM, I don't know how many glasses I've drank. The servants kept pouring and pouring while we're talking cozily in front of the big fireplace with Mister Anderson on the other side with a couple of his, I might say, girlfriends,who's getting cozier by every passing minute on his arms. While I'm, on the other hand, has been occupied talking to his friend who's name I can't remember, but she's pretty.
What the hell am I doing here? I look over the time to make sure, and damn right... I'm two hours late. A freakishly-annoying-shriek snapped me out of my trance as my attention turns to one of the girls on Mister Anderson side. I grimaced, disgusting. He just celebrated his wedding anniversary and he has the audacity to stay here and hang out with his friends plus me?
Am I what's been keeping Mister Anderson occupied, or the other way around? Where we both should tend to the woman who yearns our presence the most. I know for a fact; Domenica has been expecting my presence. And why the hell am I still doing here debating my existence where I could just get my ass up and go?
I push myself off the couch and grab my suit jacket, ready to get the hell out of this room, until Mister Anderson says, "Whoa, whoa, where are you going kid? We still got lots to talk about. Better yet, you should come with us for the afterparty." Mister Anderson slurred. Isn't this the afterparty?
"I really should get going, sir. It's already, really late. My pops wouldn't like that." I nervously chuckled. My pops don't really give a shit, to be honest.
"Alright, alright, Jaxon. Have a goodnight!"
I gave a quick nod before turning on my heels and briskly walking out of the room. Glancing back to check if Mister Anderson was still occupied, I made a dash upstairs to attend to his wife. With each step, my heart raced faster. Unsure if I was more excited or anxious to see her, knowing I had messed up by being late.
As I reached the big double doors in front of me, I took a deep breath before I let my fist collide with the wooden door. I knocked three times, before I slowly opens the door. "Domenica?" I called out, my voice wavering slightly.
I notice her back is faced to me, she's still in her dress. I decided to slowly steps into her safe zone and closing the door gently behind me. I pursed my lips, I noticed the crackling flames from the fireplace cast a warm, comforting light, gently illuminating the cozy furnishings arranged around it. A thick rug sprawled across the floor, offering a soft landing for weary feet, I could just imagine so much. In this tranquil setting, the gentle crackle of the fire provided a soothing soundtrack, creating a perfect ambiance for quiet reflection or intimate conversation.
"I know, I'm so sorry, I'm late." I sighed, "Mister Anderson wanted to introduced me to his friend who's in the architecture business and I thought that would be cool... You know?"
I noticed a glass of scotch on her hands, I watched it disappear to her front, taking a sip from it. She slowly turns around, her eyes instantly landed on mine. I couldn't tell what she's currently thinking about, but I know damn sure, she wants me to suffer bad; for making her wait this long. The glass is no longer in her hand as she softly place it on her desk. She made her way around until she stood in the middle of the room.
"Get over here, Jaxon," she said, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of softness. I swallowed, realizing I had been holding my breath, and then slowly made my way towards her, unsure of what to expect.
"Domenica, I—" I began, but she swiftly raised her index finger, silencing me. Her head tilted to the side, a frown creasing her brow as her eyes narrowed.
"Did I tell you to speak?" she interrupted, her tone sharp. I pressed my lips together, heeding her silent command to remain silent.
She sighed heavily, disappointment evident in her voice. "I thought I could count on you, Jaxon." As she took a step towards me, I braced myself, expecting some form of reprimand. Instead, she walked past me, leaving me to watch as she locked the door. I turned to face her, finding her leaning against it, her feet crossed. "I thought you were a good worker, fully aware of your responsibilities," she added, her tone laced with mockery.
Feeling the weight of her words, I swallowed hard, a lump forming in my throat. "I am," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "I messed up the time, I know, I'm sorry. I'm determined to make it right with you, now."
Domenica regarded me with a mix of skepticism and resignation. "Actions speak louder than words, Jaxon," she said, pushing herself away from the door. "You're going to have to prove yourself."
Determined to regain her trust, I nodded earnestly. "Tell me what to do."
For a moment, there was silence as Domenica studied me, a subtle smirk playing on her lips. With deliberate steps, she approached me, her movements unhurried yet purposeful. I stood still, anticipation coiling in the air between us as her hands found their way to my shoulders, gliding down to my chest. With a swift motion, she removed my suit jacket, and I obediently handed it over, eager to comply with her unspoken command. As she discarded the jacket, her hands returned to my chest, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me.
Undoing a couple of the buttons on my shirt, she tilted her chin upwards, her gaze fixed on mine. "Roll up your sleeves," she instructed softly before taking a step back, creating a space between us.
I followed her command, my movements almost mechanical as I rolled up my sleeves, unable to tear my eyes away from her penetrating gaze. A flicker of something unreadable flashed in her eyes as I flexed my muscles reflexively, and I couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in her demeanor, as if she were assessing me with newfound interest. And I couldn't help but feel proud from the way she admires me.
Her eyes locked onto mine before she swiftly turned around. "Get on your knees and take me out of this dress," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for disobedience. Without hesitation, my knees hit the ground, my hands instinctively reaching for the hem of her dress.
But before I could proceed, she interrupted, her voice soft yet commanding, "Slowly, Jaxon."
With deliberate care, I obeyed her instruction, my movements deliberate as I began to lift the fabric, savoring each moment as if it were a precious cargo. I could hear my heartbeat in my ear from each movement that I make, as it slowly revealing her glistening-tanned skin. I shift to stand on one knee when it started to reach her rounded ass, I couldn't help but to breathe in the captivating scent that trails after her. I could feel her shudder as my breath hits her bare back.
Once I got the soft materials off of her, she turns around. There she is, standing in front of me, still wearing her pointy heels, with white lace panties still covering her private part that I dream for it to reveal herself to me. Her breast, perfect as they are—fully rounded. Every part of her, god, so beautiful. So, breath-taking. Although I hate my mother, I'd still thank her for giving birth to me as I am standing here, in front of the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
She gracefully navigated towards the single sofa nestled in the corner of the room, its plush cushions beckoning invitingly beside the crackling fireplace. She settles down with a crossed legs, she lifted her index finger once again, beckoning me to come forward. Inhaling through my nose, I softly tossed her dress away from my grip before I approach her.
"Get on your knees, Jaxon." I gulped.
I got down on my knees, "Take these heels off of me," she requested, I hesitated for a moment, my hands feeling clumsy as I carefully removed the footwear from her delicate feet. Her skin was soft, like silk against my calloused palms, a stark reminder of the contrast between us. I gently caressed her soft skin with my palms, savoring the sensation, committing it to memory. My lips wanted a memory of their own; by instinct I leaned forward to cast a kiss on her shin. My eyes fluttered close as my tongue sneakily graze out of my mouth, eager to greet her soft skin. When I opened my eyes to peer up to hers, I caught a glimpse of her eyes flutter shut—I take it she welcomes the gesture. So I kept doing it. I kept kissing her shin, up to her knee. As my hands went to separate her legs, I could hear her shudder breath.
And I kept going.
I intent to make my way down to trail the kiss in-between her thighs, until she stopped me by grabbing my face and crash her lips against mine. The kiss was no longer soft and delight when we collided; it was full of passion and hunger. Each kiss was a devouring, an insatiable craving for more, as if we could never get enough. A soft moan escaped from the back of her throat and as my hands instinctively rose to cup her cheeks, I found myself suddenly overpowered by a surge of unexpected strength emanating from her. With astonishing ease, she swiftly maneuvered, effortlessly flipping me over until I was seated in the chair, her movements fluid and commanding. Shock and exhilaration mingled within me as I gazed up at her, a newfound admiration for her power coursing through my veins.
She's straddling my thighs, I watch her tits swing a little bit and god how I wanted to grab them with my hands and play with them all I want. But, considering the position I am in, I don't think I have the power to do that when I realize one of her hands that were on my chest went up to my neck. It's my turn to form out shudder breaths, my heart raced like I just drank ten cups of coffee in an hour.
"Hm.." She hummed when our lips connected yet again. She grounds herself on my lap, her clothed pussy making an impact against my fully errect clothed-cock. I grunted in the kiss when I feel her grinds herself on top of me. My hands went to grab her waist, in hopes I could control the way she moves. But before I could make contact, she slaps them away. And she broke off our kiss.
"You're not in position of power, Jaxon. And, you'll never be." She whispered in my ear, her voice was soft yet laced with such a malicious tone. I gasp when I feel her tongue graze under my earlobe.
"Oh fuck." The gesture that she makes sent chills straight down to my cock, who is now forming out a big bulge in my pants.
I panted and swallowed a formed lump in my throat before I pleaded, "Domenica.." Her name melted out from my mouth. She straighten out her posture before placing her index finger against my lips, shushing me out.
"Shh, you said you wanna make it up to me right? Nod to answer me."
I nodded.
"Good." Her hands went to unbutton the rest of my shirt, revealing my body that I know she admires the most. She made sketches with her eyes on my body and by reflex, I kind of, flexed my abs. A tiny, shy, smile peeked in the corner of her lips before she bit them. I adjusted my position to get comfortable when she shifted her position to get comfortable on my clothed cock which I silently pray she takes my pants off right now. But Domenica, being the mysterious woman that she is, who never reveals her next move, she didn't take them off. But instead, she grounds herself more on top of me. Her hands positioned on my abdomen, as she moves her hips back and forth. My eyes peered down, watching her move. My eyebrows pulled together, the sensation is catching up to me. If this feels good to me, it sure as hell feels so good to her. I peered through my lashes, and found her eyes screwed shut with her mouth hung open a little bit. Sot moans spilling out of her, as she kept going. My hands formed a fist to supress myself from touching her. I see what she's doing,
She's fucking torturing me by humping herself against my cock. This is my punishment. Fuck, I bet she planned to finally have me feel her pussy but because I messed up the time, she did this instead.
"Ah, so this is my punishment," I remarked, my tone tinged with a hint of defiance. Her eyebrows scrunched together in a frown, but her moans kept falling out of her mouth.
"Shut up, Jaxon." This time a hand went to my grab my neck.
I smirked, "It feels so good huh, ma'am?" I teased.
Her frowns melted away, instead she mewls on top of me. "Yeah? Look at you. I could feel your wet pussy on my pants."
She throws her head back with a moan as her pace increases, "Keep going. You're doing great, ma'am. Mmh.. God, it feels so good. Imagine if my cock were plunging in and out of that pussy." My dirty words spurred her more. These words, once locked away in the recesses of my mind, now spilled out where I could no longer contain. It was a moment I had longed for, and now, it was finally becoming a reality.
"You gonna make a mess on my cock?" I whispered with a smirk playing on my face as she gasp out a moan, her eyes wide opened before she puts a pressure on my throat.
"Shut up, Jaxon!" she growled, her voice tinged with frustration, before leaning in so close that our lips nearly brushed against each other. I was tempted to bridge the gap, but her firm grip on my throat held me in place, a stark reminder of her control over the situation.
"Yes, I'm gonna make a mess on this cock. Yes, this is your punishment," She smiled devilishly. "You're mine to use tonight, however I wanted."
"Now, just sit here, and let me cum."