“You didn’t try to sleep with me,” I say softly as I look at the breakfast on the cart.
He smiles and says, “I don’t recall buying you dinner and a movie.”
“But… I don’t understand. I mean, you rescued me and saw me naked when you rescued me, and I think you know that…” My words trail off and I think I blush a little. God, I feel stupid. I mean, I dance about as naked as a girl can get without actually being naked and move my body on top of guys during lap dances. Sometimes I can feel their erections through their clothes. Hell, I even like it when I know they’re turned on.
But this guy makes me blush.
“You mean you think I know that you were willing?” I nod uncertainly and he says, “Let me ask you something. Does willing mean you wanted it or does willing mean you would do it because of what I did for you?”
The truth is, willing in this case means because of him saving me I’m okay with him getting to fuck me but after he doesn’t, it turns into me wanting it pretty damned badly. I don’t want to tell him that, though, so I say, “I don’t know. I was kind of shook up.”
“Well,” he says, “We could test the theory.”
“What does that mean?” I ask with a laugh. I don’t know what this man does, but the quietness and uncertainty seems to disappear from me when he talks.
“I could take you to dinner and a movie tonight. Then, I’ll use all of my manly power to seduce you and we’ll see if you want it.”
I giggle out, “Manly power?”
“Oh yeah. You don’t want to mess with my manly power.”
“You ain’t nothing but a hound dog,” I say. I’m pretty proud of that one. I’ve been thinking about it since he told me his friends call him that.
“Be careful,” he says, eyes twinkling, “Because this is one hound who definitely catches rabbits, especially bunnies with perfect, midnight blue sapphire eyes.”
Yeah, any chance I might have to keep up the witty banter disappears with his words. For the love of God, that man’s voice impacts me. “I don’t think I want to keep doing Elvis songs,” I say as I get up from my chair. I walk over to him and say, “Yesterday I was willing because of what you did for me, but I don’t think I wanted it.” I don’t know why I’m not able to walk seductively. I mean, I do that as a way to make a living. I manage to slide onto his lap more like the professional erotic dancer I am. “But now I want it.”
His eyes travel to my face and they’re fucking breathtaking. I realize he’s trying to judge whether or not I’m being honest about wanting it and that turns me on more, so I kiss him. I realize I probably ought to tell him that I’m a virgin despite my job but once my lips are on his, things get very passionate very quickly. His hands move, one to the back of my head and one to the small of my back. He kisses me back in a way I can only describe as powerful. I mean, I don’t really have a frame of reference for this kind of power in a kiss. His tongue slips into me and it’s pretty damned overpowering instantly. His hand also moves down, briefly sliding over my ass and then up under the tee shirt, so I feel it against my bare back.
I moan sensually as I kiss him, sliding my lips and tongue luxuriously over his. He is absolutely in control of the situation, and I find that incredibly intoxicating, but as much as he contributes, I contribute. My body moves as though I were giving him a dance, but it isn’t the music that moves through me. It’s Hound, all of him, his presence, his body, his strength, everything about him makes me lose myself in him.
I feel my clothes coming off, and even though it’s his hands that undress me, I still feel as though the movements are natural. This is like a lap dance, except even more intense and powerful, because it will end with the culmination not only of his fantasy, but of mine.
When I am naked, he picks me up and tosses me on the bed. I gasp when I land on the bed and that gasp turns into a moan when I feel his lips close around my pussy.
The one time I do anything with a guy, I give him a blowjob. That’s in high school, before I’m a stripper, before I’m a dancer. I suck him off, and when he cums, I swallow. I then sheepishly ask him if he’ll return the favor.
I’ll give him credit. He tries, but he doesn’t do it well. I end up just faking orgasm and leave him deciding that it wasn’t worth it, and I’ll just avoid asking for it in the future.
Well, it’s the future, and Hound is far better than that high school boy is. His tongue moves expertly through me, exploring my folds, diving deeply into me, and flicking lightly over my clit, making me gasp and shudder with the force of sensations that are more powerful than anything I experience in my life before now.
“Oh, Daddy!” I cry, “Oh God!”
I never call a man Daddy before, not even when I’m putting on a show. I’m not entirely sure why I call Hound Daddy right now, I only know that it makes sense.
He keeps suckling and licking me, and I feel my orgasm approach and know it will be the most powerful orgasm I ever had in my life. “Oh God, Daddy,” I moan, “Oh God, I’m gonna cum. Oh God!”
He doesn’t slow or stops, and when my orgasm hits, it’s so powerful that I nearly pass out from the force of it. I scream, “God, Daddy!” and those are the last words I can speak. All I can do is just scream and shudder and gasp and moan as his lips and tongue drive me to the limits of what I can handle and beyond.
CHAPTER SIX
Sapphire
The orgasm is astounding. That may just be because it’s the first orgasm anybody ever gives to me as opposed to me giving it to myself. I don’t think so, though. I think it has a hell of a lot more to do with a tongue feeling a great deal better than fingertips. My whole body seems to lock up in an almost frightening way with every powerful contraction from the climax. I grip the comforter on the hotel bed tightly, squeezing it enough that I imagine my knuckles turning white. Every time the gripping contraction releases, I end up flooded with pretty damned intense pleasure that seems far more powerful than it ought to be.
I’m not a child.
I mean, I’m a stripper who gives a ton of lap dances. I also know what it’s like to give a blowjob or a handjob. I don’t do that professionally, but I have experience with those things. Okay, just the one blowjob, but the point is, I know how to please a man. I’m pointing my virginity out because I think it’s important to note that I understand I’m going to lose my virginity to Adrian the moment I slide onto his lap and kiss him. It’s something I make a conscious decision about.