Page 10 of Who I Crave To Be

“I don’t normally do things like that, you know?Strip.Get off with strangers.It isn’t really me.”I blink when the confession is spoken aloud and then curse myself for it.I've given too much of my true self to this man.The need for him to know that this isn’t a normal occurrence, that I don’t just do this with any man, is too strong to stop the words from falling.

“Of course it’s you.This is the side of you, you never allow anyone to see.The need to feel wanted, empowered and desired beyond all else.It’s okay to want that, toneedthat, Vienna.You never have to hide the longing to sometimes be anyone other than who you normally are.”

Welldamn.

I rub the back of my neck, uncomfortable with how deep this has gotten.He looks at me like he knows me and that scares me because half the time I don’t even know myself.

“This weekend, I’ll give you all of the adventures your soul could ever crave.I’ll show you what it’s like living on the other side.But first, let’s eat.”The dark curls of his hair fall to the tips of his lashes as I stare at the perfection of this man.The curves of his face, the glow within his eyes.He’s an adonis and now I’m really staring, it makes sense that he's somehow related to the mafia.The commanding presence he first lured me with screamed it.I just hope that what he says is true, and I don’t end up kidnapped in a mafia war before my naughty weekend is over.

We watch as the chef cooks our meal, a glorious steak which I devour with as much grace as I can manage when the first burst of flavors hit my tongue.

“Who are you really, Vienna?I want to know all of you.I’ve never found myself wanting anybody quite like I want you, it fascinates me,” he asks once we are done.The intensity makes my cheeks flame red.

Deano moves his seat, coming to my side as his thigh brushes against mine under the table.

“Me?”I ask, as I turn to bathe in his attention.“I’m anyone I want to be,” I reply, leaning forward to taste the sweetness of his skin.The lingering taste of whisky, delicious against my tongue.

Deano places his hand on my thigh, runs it up my leg until they fall open to allow him entrance to my apex.Moving aside my panties, his long thick fingers run through my folds, before his pinky circles my core.

“It’s only a matter of time before I learn all that you hide, sweet girl, because I’m addicted to the feel of you around my fingers.”

Inserting first one finger, he teases me slowly before adding another, stretching me so wide I can feel the burn.Looking around, I notice that nobody is paying us any attention.The chef has long since gone, at Deano's orders once our meals were finished.

Tonight is about being unbound, a fool to my desirous needs and dancing with the dare of life.I want to push myself, to be reckless and do things I’d never dream of doing on my side of town.When you’re the center of a tornado, knowing the debris and strong winds will never touch you, because youarethe power.

I look at Deano and decide this glorious man will look much better on his knees.

Leaning forward, I nip the lobe of his ear, dragging it through my teeth as I whisper, “Your mouth will work so much better.”

Grabbing a napkin from the table, he dabs at his mouth before looking around the restaurant.He makes eyes with James and it seems some silent conversation is passed between them before Deano pushes back his seat, plucks a cherry from the top of our delectable- three tier- chocolate desert and falls to his knees.

My breathing quickens, as I dig the heels of my crimson pumps into the rocky stones beneath my feet.Loving the uneven terrain as it matches the riot of emotions in my core.

Deano disappears under the table, the cloth falling like a veil to conceal him from sight.When we were escorted to our seats, we were placed at the back of the restaurant.My seat overlooks the entire floor and every single person eating within the caves tonight.

I grip the tabletop, scanning the crowd making sure all eyes are diverted and that in itself - in knowing that at any moment a pair of unsuspecting eyes could fall upon me in my unconstrained pleasure and I’ll just be sitting here, a queen worshiped by her man - has my pussy juices already dripping down my thighs.

Heated breath whispers against my core as I shudder, white knuckling the tabletop as something cool and smooth is pressed against my thigh.My eyes widen as I jolt forward in my seat, the faint sound of fabric tearing reaching my ears over the low chattering of those seating around us.

Did he just use a knife to cut away my underwear?

Holy fucking Satan, I’m about to crash into the unknown with the thought of that action alone.The warmth of his tongue seeps into me as he licks my core, twirling his tongue around my clit before entering me hard and fast with skillful digits that have me writhing in my seat, chasing the high I’m sure I’ll forever crave.

Deano’s entire mouth encloses around me, tongue probing as he works in unison with his controlled thrusts which hit every spot that has me panting.Something small and round replaces his fingers.It’s smooth and cold against my walls as it’s pushed in and out of my clenching pussy as he plays with my nub.A small flick of his tongue and I shatter, coming undone around him as I splinter at my seams and pour my essence right here onto the damn table.

The stars in the sky fall, cloaking themselves around me like a shroud as other dots of silver dance within my eyes.

I bite my lip so hard, copper fills my mouth and I lap at the wound needing more.It takes everything in me not to cry out at the wondrous sensations fluttering within my body.

Deano crawls from under the table, standing to his full height as he leans over and kisses me with my cum still painted upon his lips.He turns, showing me his painfully handsome face and puckering his lips.Brining the small cherry he took from the top of our desert and fucked me with, he sucks my juices clean, before swallowing the cherry whole and licking his lips around a low and husky moan.He smirks like the devil as he says, “Sweeter than a cherry.”

I hide behind my hands as I try to steady my breathing.Smiling like a fool at how amazing that made me feel.At how secure knowing that even if someone had seen us, Deano would have protected me.I’ll never be able to look at a sweet cherry the same way again.

Being bad is starting to feel like a one-way destination with no return.

“Ipromised you a weekend of fun, didn’t I?”Deano croaks as he pulls himself away from searing my soul with a kiss that has stolen all of reality.We are sitting in his car, parked in the middle of nowhere.“But I want to know, what do you really crave, Sin?Tell me,” he whispers.

My mind is numb, soaring the galaxies and I hardly even hear my own response.“I just want to be free from it all.”

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