Page 12 of The Sicuro

“Wine is good. Should I remove my shoes?”

“Please. I will be back in a moment I need to remove mine, and these aren’t something I can kick off at the door.”

I walk into my bedroom, taking some steady deep breaths. Did that just really happen or am I about to wake up in a hot state yet again? I get the shoes off deciding that I am going to need to change quickly, I don’t want to ruin this dress with our cum that is beginning to drip out of me and slide down my thighs. I grab a pair of sweats and t-shirt and slip into the bathroom to quickly clean myself up and change. As I walk back to the kitchen area, I notice that he has already poured two glasses of wine and he is leaning against the countertop.

“Well make yourself comfortable,” my sarcastic tone evident.

“I preferred the dress.”

“I thought it best to put some controls in with regard to access.”

“You think those sweats could stop me?”

I shake my head but can’t stop the smile from appearing. I move over to the couch, he follows and sits across from me, his jacket still on but undone. He leans slightly back restinghis elbow on the arm. I drink him in, unable to take my eyes off him.

“How’s the wine?” I raise my eyebrows knowing that he’s had far better, but I can’t seem to get any other words out.

“It’s ok, if you’d like I will bring a bottle with me next time.”

“Next time?” I know I sound shocked, but I never expected a next time not with a man like him.

“You said you weren’t a one-night girl. So, I get at least one more.”

“Do I get to choose the next one?”

“I’m not one for letting go of control.”

A statement that I know he means, he’s been in control of me without even knowing, and I’m finding that I like it. We finish our wine, with minimal conversation, still with a level of sexual tension in the air.

“It’s late, I have work tomorrow.” Again, words come out of my mouth before I think. I could sit and watch him all night.

He stands, I follow and take his glass from his hand, our fingertips brushing. I place the glasses on the kitchen countertop and walk towards the door. I feel him behind me. I pause before opening the door. I turn and he pulls me close, wrapping an arm around my waist, a hand on the nape of my neck again, just holding me this way awakens every part of me. Leaning in, he kisses me softly, but passionately in a way I have never felt before. His hand moves from my waist, and he slides it into my sweats, straight onto my eagerly waiting core. He moves his fingers across myclit, making slow purposeful circles, the pressure perfect. He’s better at this than I am. He speeds up making my body shake and has me coming in seconds. Fuck this man knows how to fulfil me. He removes his hand, but I don’t move, my breath having been taken away yet again. His eyes narrow, a fire burning in them.

“When I said that no one is to touch you, I meant it. You are mine Kelcie, and I will ensure that you are even if it means taking people to the depths of hell and watching them burn.”

His voice is dark, demonic, my nerves take over and I huff out a titter.

“I said the sweats wouldn’t stop me.” Just as quick his voice is soft, mischievous. He reaches around me and opens the door.

“Lock this behind me.”

“Um-hum,” I mumble still trying to control my breathing. He places a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” I breathe back.

I close the door, still in awe of the evening that has taken place. He’s a man who knows what he wants and takes it yet has gentlemen’s tendencies. He seems to know what I want, what my body needs, and I am willing and eager to give him it.

Work the next day comes and goes and as the rest of the week passes, I don’t see him in the bar at all. I stupidly thought that I would. I was like a needy fucking puppy watching the door every time it opened. I should have stuckwith my instincts that he wouldn’t want more than a one-night stand. I try and convince myself that I got what I needed, and that he’s had what he wanted. He had me, and now he’s done. How could I have been so stupid to give in to him? Fuck, it was good though, and it did finally give me the satisfaction that my body craved, but now I have had it I want more. The fact he didn’t use a condom, has started to play on my mind. I’m on contraception and have been since I was 18, not to sleep around but I’m one of the lucky ones that don’t have periods on it so I am not worried about getting pregnant, but I can’t imagine he is the type of man that doesn’t sleep around, so I have booked myself an appointment at the sexual health clinic to clear my mind.

Sunday rolls around and it’s my day off so I am having a lazy morning watching another crime documentary until my phone pings.

Be ready at Noon.

Gabriel.

What the fuck, nothing from him since he fucked me then a single text message telling me to be ready at noon. How did he even get my number? I’m angry but not surprised at his demanding orders. Something in me wants to please him, and I know why. I want him, more than I am letting myself believe. I check the time it’s 11am, what the hell am I supposed to wear, what the hell are we doing? I’ve only ever seen him in a suit, so I don’t want to throw my jeans on. The weather is decent,so I opt for a sundress with a sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder sleeves, it grips in at my waist and then flows to just below my knees. As I don’t know where we are going, I slip on some flat shoes.

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