She liked the way it felt, being in control. The sex was just pay-off. Knowing when she was done, she walked away without another thought... that was a high she couldn't get from anything she'd tried. His eyes rolled back in his head as his lids fluttered down. She looked at his face, flushed and red with strain lines marking his forehead. She dug her nails in his mildly hair covered chest, making him bite his lips.
The cherry red faded to a pale white-edged shrimp color. She dragged her nails down, leaving ten scratch lines, brightly mocking. He threw his head back and thrust his hips as he pushed up into her. Umberto never made much noise, just a few deep exhales. She stayed on top of him, slowly moving her butt back and forth, grinding. He held his breath for a few seconds and exhaled slowly, as if he was counting.
Thoughts of being back at home, waking up and feeling Maxi pulling at her feet through cooled cotton blanket and sheet, of when she was 14 and snuck out of the house to go to the beach, or what she project was due in her art class ran through her head at times like this. She shook her head, smiling down at Umbe, so why now? Why did she see him holding her?
Why did a snapshot click in her head, showing his thick hands running through her hair and down the sides of her breast to her waist to rest his hand in hers? She reached up and released the safety catch on the cuffs securing each of his hands. Immediately, Umberto reached for her breasts, squishing them and kneading them. He sat up, pulling her with him to begin suckling and drawing her nipples into his mouth. Looking into her eyes, he smiled with a crook of his eyebrows,
"Thank you , baby. Ahh, that was fucking great! Stupendo, cara." He stood and stretched. "I don't think anyone understands me like you... how is that?" Shaking his head, with a cat at the cream smile, he dug into his jacket pocket and handed her a roll of cash. He bent to kiss her cheek and pat it as he strolled to the bathroom. "I will call again once I know when next I am free... You know, bella, you really..."
His voice drowned out as her thoughts wandered again. How she even counted the twelve hundred was beyond her, maybe counting brought her back to the room. Like jumping cracks when she was little calmed her anger at her mother, counting each one absent-mindedly until the ball of fire in her chest had cooled. She snapped her head up as a sound he made caught her attention. The light from the room flickered on his watch face as he snapped it on,
'Ah, that is it.' He said. A smile grazed her mouth as she stood up, walked to him and reached up, standing on the high heels she had worn in bed to kiss both his cheeks. She bent, taking up her dress and slithering it over her head. "Ciao, then. You know where to reach me." She passed the open bathroom door to look in the mirror to make sure she was passable.
"And this, bella, is why you are my favorite. Always dignified and neat." He turned to the desk and began writing something on a mini notepad he had pulled out of his briefcase as she opened the door and left.
The hotel was one of the most beautiful she had seen. The carpet was plush and reminded her of Indian rugs talked about in many old British stories. Sometimes she felt child-like and wanted to trace the patterns, each representing a different region of Hindustan of old, with a mini car. Lily smirked to herself as the thought went through the sliding doors. Those days are long gone.
Cold, breath-stealing air whipped up her legs under her coat, to her mouth, before she had time to pull up her scarf. One of the many gifts she recieved. Pashimna goat, designer. It had been made especially for her, a gift from one of her Brits. It was warmer and thicker, blocking out the night air as she waited for a gypsy cab. The cab pulled up, recognizing her as a constant fare. She slid in, not needed to tell the driver her destination, and rested her head back.
Did she want to take things where they went? Or just let it slowly slip away until a new interest or occupying diversion came? She let her thoughts slowly drift as the street lamp's light lulled her into a mild doze.
Living in a mid-class area, her comings and goings never raised any suspicions. When she left during the day, she was just any other 20-something worker bee. When she left at night, again, it was typical partying behavior to be expected for a girl on the go. Nothing to make the soccer moms or respected pros grab their children or man as if she were a threat to all decency. Nope. Nada. No fuss. This night was no different than any other, when she let herself into her house. Hers. Where no one and no thing made her doubt who she was or what she was.
Some might harden or feel loneliness creep into them at times like this, but not her. The world she made was satisfying. It wasn't as if she were a bleached bimbo, who need constant male attention or an empty-headed do-nothing. Her talents and interests filled her time. She lived and breathed her art. Her foresight on where her talent would take her, never faltering. It wasn't about pretty dressed up names for her job or class or beginnings.
'Liar!' bounced around in her head as she sank into the almost too hot water of the bath she'd run. After every 'session' she performed her rituals; Luxurious bath, full spa treatment, mani-pedi, and hair. She picked up her phone as it buzzed, letting her know a text had just arrived. He had arrived early and wanted to know if she would come now. Standing up, the water sluiced off her skin, splashing a little onto the floor.
Damn! She didn't want to waste time cleaning, but she did it anyway. The anticipation of this night had been weighing on her. Maybe that was why she took Umberto. A way to relieve the tension? Lily walked to the closet and dug out a latex suit. Black. It never was her favorite color, but as a mood setter, whatever works for the client. The black stiletto boots would have to wait, but the outfit was complete. Black cuffs with o-rings, collar with chains and makeup to add to the mood. Deep red lips and smoky eyes, for more mystery.
She made her safe call, letting Chris know where she was going. Even though Davis was a regular, it was normal practice. The forbidden feeling heightened, as she responded to his text. Her pussy wet in response. Her nipples felt tighter. If her medium brown skin allowed it, she was sure that her cheeks would be a blush color. She slipped into her stiletto knee-high boots, pat Maxi on his head as she went out the door.
She parked her car in his driveway, making sure that the path to his door was level. Sliding on the stilettos, she put her feet out carefully. Davis' house didn't seem lit, if she hadn't known he was waiting, she'd have thought he wasn't home. As she got to the door, it was flung open. Immediately, her arm was grabbed by Davis' huge hands.
"Get in this fuking house, right now, bitch!" she tried to keep her footing as he yanked her in. "What the hell do you think you're doing, getting here late?" his deep voice was calm and steady as he barraged her.
"Umm, I thought I was..."
"You thought? Didn't I tell you to leave the thinking to me?" He pushed her to the floor, forcing her face down to his shoes. "Now kiss them." She did as he told her, he smiled as he said, "Ah, thank you."
