After the main course the auction begins. I excuse myself and head behind stage. I watch as Danica moves closer to Warren and strikes up a conversation. I listen to the host and the next name called is mine, to my surprise Danica bids, what’s she up to, I wonder.
The bidding goes up and it seems I’ll be entertaining a redhead. The host calls out “going once, going twice…” I’m grateful the twenty thousand she bid will go to good use. “Forty thousand dollars” a voice calls out and I jerk my attention to Danica.
“Forty thousand going once, going twice...sold to the lady in red.” Her smile broadens and she winks. I maneuver through the crowd, “You can’t afford this. What do you think you are doing?” I whisper into her ear. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do,” she says and walks to the side of the stage to pay the auctioneer.
The rest of the night went well, the donations were a success. Danica has kept quiet most of the night, but I’ve caught her on more than one occasion undressing me with her eyes. I’ll have to find a script to rehearse with her. I’ll make sure it’s a love scene for one and I’ll make sure she plays the part over and over until I’m satisfied.
Chapter Seventeen
As the evening comes to an end, Danica is talking with Warren and Mark fills me in on the arrest. We have to wait for the court date before Danica can be re-assigned. I don’t want them taking her from me. Just the thought of it makes me moody. Once the charges stick she’ll be re-assigned elsewhere. I’ve run through script after script trying to find the perfect one. At about one thirty in the morning I finally findtheone.
It’s a romantic scene where the couple has dinner then drink by a fire. I have a picnic in mind and since tonight there is a cool breeze, the fire will work perfect. Happy with my choice, I rest my head on the soft pillow and think of the times we’ve spent together. I hope we have more special moments. Ones I’ll cherish forever, because if she never had walked into my world, I’d still be lost. She found me and grounded me. With that thought I drift off into a slumber.
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The next day I wake up late morning and disappear for a few hours, I know Mark is tailing me but it’s okay. I have a special gift to buy. When I return home to get ready for the “date” I'm overflowing with excitement.
When I enter my room, I find a note from Danica:I know it’s your date and screenplay. But I brought my own script. Hope you’re okay with it. Meet me in the garage at seven. Wear your suit and tie.Figures, she would want to control all aspects of the night. This could put a kink into my plans but I’ll see what she has in store for the evening.
DANICA
I can’t let him have all the fun, and since this night is one I want him to remember, I’m pulling out all the stops. The black lace from the dress drapes over my eyes. My lips shine red from the lipstick I applied. The black leather bustier is tight and my breasts are overflowing. The fishnet thigh highs, garter belt and stilettos are the finishing touches.
On the night stand are my cuffs, a glass with ice and a bottle of champagne. I’m ready. I text Mark to go home I’ve got tonight under control. He replies:have fun.Oh I plan on it. I dim the lights and put the music on softly. With my robe wrapped around me I sneak out and down the stairs. No sign of Hunter, but I know he’s home, he must be in his room. It’s almost seven and I have to get a move on.
Now I'm nervous as I light the candles along the workbench. I take a deep breath and switch off the overhead fluorescents. The room has a soft glow, and my nerves flutter in my stomach. Screw it, this is happening.
I disrobe and slide up the hood of the McLaren. I fan my hair out on the windshield and prop one leg over the other, knee bent. I lay both arms out on the cool glass and wait. With every minute that passes my insides tighten more and more. The anticipation is building and I’m wet waiting for him.
HUNTER
Well, here goes nothing or everything. I approach the garage door and take a deep breath, she might take us out to eat and then back here for her script. It will be okay, I’ll deal with her games as long as I get to spend more time with her. With my hand on the knob I twist and push the door open. It’s dim and candles line the far wall. What the?
I step inside allowing the door to close behind me and the sight before me has my pulse quickening. She’s beautiful, sexy and alluring with her hair fanned out. Her arms spread as her back arches off the windshield. Black lace shielding her eyes and fishnet legs sliding up and down one another. I follow them up to a garter belt and then to the leather which barely cover her breasts. Her curves have my blood thundering through my body and straight to my cock.
“This wasn’t what I was expecting.” I tug at my tie and step closer. She places her arms at her sides, “You weren’t exactly what I was expecting either.” She purrs, and god damn this woman has me right where she wants me. At her mercy. Right here, right now I’d do anything for her.
My legs weaken as she slides half way down the hood and spreads her legs. Her vanilla scent sends my dick soaring. “The scene you have planned?” I clear my throat, trying not to assume this is more than a scene. Because at this moment all I want to do is throw her down and make love until morning.
She sticks out her finger and motions for me to come closer. In three strides I’m standing before her. I reach down and snap the garter belt on her thigh. She inhales quick and lets her head tilt, leaving her neck exposed. Fucking beautiful.
“Ah, yes the script...” she licks her lips and glides her hand above her right breast. “Since actions speak louder than words let's ad lib, we’ll improvise. Let’sgo with it”she purrs, and those words are music to my ears.
I snake my arm around her waist and pull her to me. My tongue darts out and I glide it from her neck down to her breast. My need, my addiction grows stronger with every touch. When I can’t get enough, I close my mouth on hers. She’s my lifeline, my only salvation. Her arms wrap around my neck and her fingers thread through my hair. With a tug she closes any space between us.
Yes, finally she is giving herself to me. I feel her hips rotate against my groin and let out a moan. I’ve dreamed of this, of her giving us a chance. “Dani, this first time may be fast and hard. But I promise you this…” I kiss her again, “I will take the rest of the night and the rest of our lives making love to you.” She steps back and reaches for my tie. With a yank she pulls me while she backs up further onto the hood of the car. “I like it fast and hard, keep the tie on for later.” I have died and gone to heaven.
I kiss down her neck and across her collarbone turning her in the process. Her breast presses against the cold metal of the car. With her bare ass in the air, I spank her. She yelps and swallows her moan. “Is this what you want?” I whisper in her ear. She nods. “Are you sure? Because if you make me come again, I’m not letting you run away. You’ll be mine.” Her skin comes to life and the way her body is reacting it’s like my words are an aphrodisiac.
I’ve become her addiction as much as she’s become mine. I place one hand on the swell of her back covering her tramp stamp, and my other palm makes contact again. A soft pinkish glow appears and my cock throbs, “Dani, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.” My hand travels down her crease to her pussy. Her arousal spills over, I glide my finger up and down teasing her. She squirms and moans, she’s fucking amazing.
With two digits I enter her ever so slowly. She lets out a frustrated sigh until my thumb caresses the ball of nerves and she gasps. “Hunter, please…” I never thought I would hear anything so beautiful.
I continue thrusting my fingers in and out. Applying kisses down her back and then bite on her glowing cheek marking her as mine. With one more smack her greedy pussy contracts around my fingers. I withdraw and use the lubricated fingers to massage her back entrance.
My fingers slide in and she’s on the brink. Her body trembles and she gasps. God, I have to fuck her. With my other hand I undo my pants and let them fall to my thighs. I wrap my arm under her and lift. My cock slides home and I begin thrusting in both entrances. Her moans and bucking only cause me to thicken and harden. She’s so close, her walls quake and grip me like a vice. “Harder, faster…” her breathless voice is all it takes.
The skin on skin contact echoes through the garage. Her fingers grab hold of the hoods edge and I can see her reflection in the glass. “Hunter, I’m gonna...oh God right there...Yes, yes…” Her core tightens and quakes. “I’m with you…” I let out on a groan as her walls contract. One, two, on the third thrust I remove my fingers. Then press on her clit sending her soaring. With one more thrust I fill her when my own climax explodes.