Here we are with chapter 4. Just a small warning, don't expect a lot of naughty action in this one, I just wanted you to meet his brothers and have some openings to future stories(yes there are more to come, patience, patience, I am working hard on chapter 5). Again my gratitude goes out to Asylumseeker for doing an excellent job in editting for me. Feedback is welcome and don't forget to vote *winks*. Enjoy the read.
Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan
Chapter Four: Let's Party or Not?
The first thing she did when she got home was to get on the phone, call her three friends and tell them to meet up at
The Vixen
by eleven o'clock later that night. She also made it clear they had to tell the bouncer they were there for the Whelan group, it would grant them instant access and a smooth walk up to a private room.
Both calls lasted a few minutes because she had to fill in each of the girls about what was going on. She told most, leaving out the fast cars part. Only Mia knew of her fascination for the four wheeled monsters, as she called them, because she'd worked for her dad.
When everything was sorted she decided to treat herself to a nice hot bath, seeing she had enough time left to get ready before Nick would be back to pick her up. Turning on the taps, she then poured in some strawberry fragrance oils.
When she stripped off her clothes Fran realized she hadn't put her bra back on. Thinking back on what Nick did to her that afternoon she could feel the butterflies come back. She never thought it was possible to have such a nice and intense experience without any penetration.
Sitting on her bed, she gently brushed over her nipples, which immediately perked up again.
They're even more sensitive now!
she thought. Discarding the rest of her clothes, she picked them up and threw them in the laundry basket.
Making sure some towels hung ready, she put on some nice jazz music and she set up an alarm on her phone, using one of its many features, then placed it on the stool that was next to the bathtub. She didn't want to be rushing to get ready, but knowing she adored long hot baths, she forced herself to put on the timer, else she would be unfashionably late.
On the smooth tones of Shirley Horn's "Solitary Moon" she lowered herself in the bath. Enjoying the warm water caressing her body she closed her eyes, letting her mind drift away to what happened that afternoon.
The hot water just reached the bottom of her heaving breasts when she made the water generate waves by bringing up a knee, it almost felt like his velvety tongue was licking them again. Bringing up her hands she pinched them lightly, which almost gave her the same feeling it had that afternoon.
Fran was surprised how gentle he was at first before he got a bit rougher on them, but she liked and craved every delicious second of what he did to her. Again she felt that familiar twitching in her pussy and she felt deprived because he hadn't taken things further.
He gave her a mind blowing orgasm, that was for sure, but then he held back again. Yet she had to admire the control he was showing, even when it was very clear how aroused he was himself, on more than one occasion.
If he kept that up for much longer she was afraid they might have to arrest her for raping him. Not knowing exactly where that had come from, she kept surprising herself over and over in such a short time. She was not someone who went for one night stands, that had always been a big no-no in her books. Having sex so soon was in that imaginary book as well.
If Nick would have pushed things, she would have gladly forgotten about those two statements. Questioning herself most of the time about almost every little thing, he made her feel more secure, stronger, more at ease. More importantly he made her feel cherished, taken care of, as if she was the most important person in his life.
Little did she know she was exactly that.
Also she admitted to herself he had helped her a great deal with coming to terms with how about she felt towards her father and the whole car crash situation. A smile forming on her red lips, she was thrilled he very obviously shared the same passion for fast cars.
There were some really nice examples right there in that barn, but when he let her uncover the Mustang, her heart had jumped. He didn't know that it was the exact same model she had worked on with her dad. Unknowingly she lost a piece of her heart to him right at that moment.
Then the biggest surprise came when he asked her to restore it. Again doubting herself, she held on to her newly awakened stronger side and she jumped at the chance he was presenting her with.
A giggle escaped, she just couldn't help but inevitably go back to their intermezzo on the bench. She longed to spend a lot more time with him, to explore him as much as he would do the same to her.
Suddenly the timer on her phone began to blurt out loud, Pink loudly overtaking the smooth crooning voice of the classy singer she had put on before stepping in the bath.
Turning off the alarm, she then sat up straight, grabbing a soft cloth and started lathering herself up in soap, then rinsing it off. The last task was washing her hair. Swiftly drying herself, she then quickly toweled dry her hair on top of her head.
In her room she grabbed a clean shirt and a pair of short pajama bottoms and went back to the bathroom. Fran dreaded her next task, but it was needed if she somewhat wanted to make a flashing appearance tonight. Most man liked long hair, but when it was as long as hers and slightly curled as well it was a nightmare to get dry.
Using the stool she first brushed it out, then picked up the hairdryer and bent over, tossing all her hair over to the front. She stayed in that uncomfortable position for nearly fifteen minutes. Happy with the result she put the torturous device back under the sink and made her way back into her room.
Fran stood in front of her clothes rack deliberating what to wear, recalling Nick had asked for something fancy. She could do fancy, but she would do it with a twist, having the urge to push his limits again. Reaching in she chose to go with her red dress. Gently spreading it out on her bed, she then went back to the closet looking for the matching shoes and purse.
After a few minutes of digging through her collection she found the items she was after. Then she strolled over to her dresser and selected a matching red thong. She didn't pick any bra because that didn't go with the dress she'd chosen and she didn't want to lose another at the hands of Nick.
Looking at the clock Fran noticed she still had plenty of time left to get ready, so she didn't rush things like she'd had to in the morning. Slowly changing into the clothes gathered on the bed, she left the shoes till last. These weren't the highest ones, but as long as it wasn't needed she preferred to walk normally until Nick got there to pick her up.
At her dressing table she rearranged her hair a bit, also deciding to keep the makeup to a minimum, opting for a bit of black mascara and a see through lip gloss. Giving herself another quick once over, she was happy with the result.
Picking up her purse and the shoes, she went to the living room. She had a bit of time left before he would arrive.
Nick arrived with the same car he used yesterday. Luckily he found a parking spot just in front of her building. Locking up the car, he quickly made his way inside, ringing her bell. A quick hello was said and she buzzed him in.
Rushing up the stairs two at a time, he didn't break a sweat when he reached her floor. He firmly knocked on her door and when she opened it she took his breath away, again.
Fran looked like a modern day Marilyn Monroe, but instead of the famous white dress, she had on a burgundy red variety. Her hair, which had a natural curl of its own, was loosely draped over her shoulders. Then he had to chuckle a little, noticing she was still barefooted.
"Hello, sweetheart," he greeted, pointing at her feet, "aren't you forgetting something?"
