"You look beautiful," Callista remarked.
"Thank you," I blushed, "You're stunning." She was wearing a crimson-red tight-fitted corset gown. Her black, smokey eyes and deep red blips looked mysterious and dangerous. Her blown-out hair, delicately falling over her shoulder, made her elegance timeless. I took the glass of champagne she offered to me and inhaled its contents. "What type of restaurant is this?" I asked. "The one my husband always takes me to after returning from a business trip," she smirked. "Is he as handsome as you are beautiful?" I coerced. A devious smile overtook her as she said, "Well done." "I'll be meeting him tonight?" I asked. "Maybe," she replied, "He always makes it home." What had she meant by that remark? "We're here," she announced as the car stopped. I went after her and froze—Tan building with blue valences for every window decorated with a white HW. At the top were bold letters, HARRY WINSTON. "What are we doing here?" I choked. "We need jewelry for tonight," she reminded me before pulling me in. We went to the second floor with an empty table and two white chairs. The contrasting black and white tiles stood out against the white marble walls. We sat in the chairs for ages when a gentleman walked in, two individuals holding jewelry. "For you, Callista," he gestured. His hands were so delicate as they removed the necklace from the bust, "From our Icon Collection, The Winston Cluster Diamond necklace. It has a hundred ninety-five pearl-shaped diamonds set in platinum," he explained while placing it around her neck, "You're favorite ruby drop earrings to match." "For you, my dear," he turned towards me, and a woman holding another jewelry set followed. "From the New York Collection, the Cathedral Necklace. Five pear-shaped Colombian emerald, baguette, and marquis diamonds set in platinum," he explained the beauty of the necklace to me as he made his way over, "Your hair, love." "Sorry," I blurted out before lifting my heavy hair. An ice-cold shiver ran down my spine as the diamonds graced my skin. The weight of the diamonds made me realize how expensive this was. It wasn't just jewelry; it was art. I turned around to see him presenting me with a set of earrings. "Pearl-shaped emeralds to complete the look," he smiled. He held up a mirror for me and placed it on my ears. "Wow," I whispered. The emeralds were the same color as my dress, making my hair more intense red. The way it glimmered and shined in the reflection of the lights was breathtaking, and the contrast from the platinum allowed my skin to glow beneath its effortless beauty. This felt like a dream, and I didn't want it to end. My hand raised to touch the emeralds, but I froze as if an invisible force refused to go. "Cinderella," he smiled. My hand dropped as a nervous smile crossed my face, "No, I'm nothing like Cinderella." "Learn to compliment, darling," he advised, "You're a stunning young woman." He turned and began walking away while dismissing the two women. "I'll have them back to you by tomorrow afternoon," Callista said. It's time to go, beautiful." The restaurant was down a flight of stairs leading to a massive underground gambling room. Very dim lights accompanied the dark walls and floor on the various tables where wealthy individuals sat. "They never warn you how heavy it is," Callista remarked. I felt a warm hand caress the nape of my neck. My eyes fell shut, and the gentle caress soon became a firm massage, releasing the built-up tension. A small whimper erupted from my throat as my head slightly tilted back. The minor relief it brought me was euphoric. "Is this Ivy?" a deep, husky voice emerged behind us. My eyes opened to reveal an older silver fox standing there. He was tall and handsome, with a silver-grey beard to match. His chiseled jaw, exposed cheekbones, and perfectly arched black eyebrows made his presence speak volumes. His formal suit and unbuttoned white undershirt accentuated his muscular physique. "Dimitri," he introduced, "Callista's husband." "Ivy," I replied. His eyes examined me briefly, "You're beautiful." I turned to Callista for help, but she bowed her head, drinking champagne. "Thank you," I answered. Unsure of what to say next, I decided to join in a glass of champagne. Callista began to rise, "I'll be back." Dimitri grabbed her by the waist and kissed her cheek, which she received with a smile before disappearing. When he sat in the seat across from me instead of leaving, I was uncertain what to do. His dark grey stormy eyes locked onto mine. Something about him was intense. "How long have you known my wife?" he asked. My body tensed, "Not long." Before drinking, he nodded slightly, "Where did she meet you?" "At the bar I work at," I answered. "Bartender?" he clarified. "Yes," I confirmed. "How old are you? If you don't mind me asking," he leaned back slightly. He was cool, calm, and collected. "Twenty-five," I replied, "How about you?" He adjusted his Rolex while glancing at me, "Older than you." Unintentionally, I rolled my eyes. "How many people are you fucking at the moment?" he questioned. I froze. Who the hell did he think he was asking me this question? He just met me. I pressed my tongue on my lip, "How is that any of your business?" He took a sip from his glass, "If you're going to start fucking my wife, then everyone else is impermissible." "I never do as I'm told," I stated, "If I want to fuck other people, I'll fuck other people. If I do fuck your wife, I'll do it as I please. Finally, not that it's any of your business, but I'm a virgin." Gravity pulled his undivided attention toward me, "Virgin? Twenty-five?" "Yes," I confirmed, "Anything else you'd like to interrogate me about?" His gaze softened, "I apologize if I came across that way. I only want my wife to be safe, and for the woman, she decides to bed. I meant no disrespect, Miss Ivy." "Blackwell," I corrected. His puzzled look was in response. "My last name is Blackwell," I giggled. "Miss Blackwell," he smirked, "Does my wife know?" "Know what?" "That you're a virgin." "The topic never came up, but she's an intelligent woman. She more than likely knew when she kissed me." "You've kissed?" "Yes." He shifted in his chair, "Was she your first kiss?" "Yes," I nodded. His intense gaze could devour me from where he sat, "No one's ever experienced the pleasure of what it's like to be inside of you?" There was that familiar sensation arising within me once more. I had to break eye contact. I seized the glass on the table and drank its contents. What was taking Callista so long? "Miss Blackwell?" he pressed. "No," I rasped, "I've only been kissed." He leaned towards the table, his fiery gaze still locked onto mine. The burning intensity made sweat break out upon my flesh. My heart's pace began to quicken. Was this desire? His thundercloud eyes looked like they could destroy me like a ravaging storm. Our gaze broke as Callista sat back down next to me. Dimitri's hand settled upon hers, and she returned it with a smile. "Getting to know one another?" Callista broke the silence. "Miss Blackwell is an interesting young woman," he concluded, "Not your typical naive rich debutant type, and she doesn't seem to want to be taken care of." "Taken care of?" I repeated, "I've been doing that since I was seventeen. I have my place to live and my own money and remain independent. I'm not some helpless little girl who needs to be coddled and constantly reassured. I'll get it; if I need something, I'll take it." "I see why you like her," he chuckled, "Her feistiness and independence." "We never knew what it was like having someone who didn't need us, just wanted us," Callista said. "Us?" I repeated. Callista gave a seductive laugh. What had she meant by that remark? They were so intoxicating: Callista with her effortless beauty and Dimitri with his rugged handsomeness. Before receiving a check, a gentleman approached Dimitri and whispered, "I believe it's time we removed ourselves from this fine affair and indulged in other delights." I inhaled as much champagne as possible without looking like a nervous, inexperienced child. They both stood up, Dimitri holding a helping hand for Callista, and she gave him a look of approval as he presented his other hand to me. "Would you like to come home with us?" he offered. My cheeks flushed as I searched the tabletop for answers. My mind was uncertain of what to do, trembling my body. Taking one final drink, I grasped Dimitri's hand. Here I was again, leaping out into the unknown. Falling. Just because.When we arrived at their home, I could feel my body shake with nerves. What was I doing? Nerves of excitement or fear? Unthinkingly, I followed them here to test myself, to see if I could do it. Drank to silence the many voices in my head to the point where logic wasn't present. I've never been with a man or woman, and now both want me simultaneously. How do you know who you can have until you have them? How do you know what you can do until you do it? Losing my virginity while having a threesome? "Ivy?" Callista broke my train of thought. "Sorry," I apologized. "Are you alright?" she asked, touching my thigh. "Was lost in thought," I reassured with a sigh. Her worrying eyes turned into narrow hungry slits, "Do you want to leave?" "No," I exhaled. Callista took my hand, pulling me up the stairs to a bedroom. It was very dark with the blackout curtains pulled over the French doors, so seeing what it looked like was nearly impossible. The light from the hallway revealed
The light of dawn awakened me from my sleep. I blinked, looking around the room, which was now mine. While running my fingers through my hair, I wiped away my drowsiness. My hands simultaneously removed the necklace and earrings as I went to the closet. I seized the emerald satin robe and threw it on my naked body before heading downstairs. Callista and Dimitri were standing there drinking coffee. Dimitri was shirtless, wearing only trousers, but Callista wore a tight-fitted crimson dress with matching heels. "You're awake," Callista smiled before offering coffee. "Do you have anything stronger?" I asked. Dimitri smirked before Callista turned around and took a bottle of champagne from the fridge. She poured both of us a glass. A devious yet grateful look flashed across her face. "Thank you," I graciously accepted before drinking. "I will return the jewelry, then I have a few errands to run," Callista remarked, "Dimitri will drive you home." I accidentally gulped down t
My eyes locked onto the partially empty glass on the bartop, lost in a daydream. The memory of Callista's tenderness, of Dimitri's dominance, repeatedly played in my head. The way they both needed me. How they made me cum. Unaware, while lost in thought, I placed the tip of my nails between my teeth. My body recollected the intense, hot, burning, and pleasurable sting of pain. I crossed my right ankle around my left calf and caressed myself, lost in the daydream."Earth to, Ivy!" I felt a towel slap me in the face, Tanya."My bad!" I was startled before picking the empty glasses off the bar."Where's your head?" she continued, "You've been in a daze all day.""I-I'm fine," I stammered."Look at me and say that," she pressed.Uncontrollably, my cheeks flushed, and I fidgeted, "I'm fine."Her small hair seized my bony wrist, forcing me to face her. My eyes diverted and dodged looking at her. No matter how bad the truth was, she was one of the few people I couldn't lie to."Are you blushi
"This is your home?" Callista asked, strolling around my loft. "Yes," I confirmed. "It's nice, open, and your view is beautiful," she observed. As she made her way over to the landscape window, veering into the night, I brought her a glass of champagne. "Thank you. How long have you been here?" We went over to the couch. " It's been about four years now. I bought it when I turned twenty-one." "Bought it?" she questioned. "I make decent money," I sighed. "How did you get the money to buy this place? If you don't mind me asking." "I don't mind. I don't talk about it much. My parents passed away in a car accident, and I'm the sole heir. Couple million, nothing fancy." Callista nodded in reply, "Before Dimitri, I was alone. I never knew my parents. Bouncing around from home to home, I was too much of a wild child for anyone to hold me down." "I never would have guessed." "When I turned eighteen, I started escorting. I went to rich bars wearing a tight black coc
"So," Tanya sighed, "My son has a girlfriend." My eyes widened in response. Tanya had been dreading this day since he turned ten years old. "He just turned fifteen," she groaned, inhaling her double shot of whiskey, "Does he have to be so eager to turn me into a grandmother? I'm not even forty yet." I bit my bottom lip, uncertain how to respond, "Another round?" She gave me an unhappy glance, "You have to ask?" I poured us another glass as she wallowed in self-pity, "At least you get to drink for free." "No, I'm lucky I work in a bar," she corrected, "Where I don't care if my boss wants to fire me." "Tries," I implied, "Tries to fire you, but you refuse." "If he wanted it to stick," she swallowed, "Then he wouldn't let me come back." "It's hard to tell you no," I smiled, "It's his first girlfriend. I don't think anything will come of it." "I was his age when I had him," she reminded. "True," I drank, "You raised him better than that." A look of gratuity flashe
The black leather interior smelled pleasant, but then again, it was a limousine. Before I could react, Dimitri made his way between my legs, and soon, our tongues were intertwined. "What are you doing?" I whimpered, and his hands unfastened my shorts. "Getting you ready for my wife," he answered. My cheeks flushed a deep red; luckily, it was dark back here, "Callista can do that herself." In reply, his lips left mine, and his tongue began to rub over my clit. "Dimitri!" I cried. The heat from his tongue made the situation even more exciting, eating me out before I fuck his wife. His tongue moved lower and lower till I felt the wetness enter my body. This man knew what he was doing. My legs wrapped around his shoulders as I arched back into the seat. "Fuck!" I cried. Two of his fingers pushed inside my mouth. I began a suction motion, slathering his fingers with my saliva as a moan escaped from my throat. They left my mouth in a rush and replaced his tongue inside of
"So, What exactly is it that makes you hot for the two of them?" Tanya pushed. "Look, I'm not sure myself," I replied. My hand fidgeted over the corkscrew before pulling it loose from the neck of the bottle. Mimosas was needed after last night. I tried acting as if I were bold enough and capable of doing it, and my inexperience ruined it. It was early morning when I awoke, and I left before they realized I was gone. I wasn't ready to face the embarrassment of last night. At the crack of dawn, I called Tanya to get me, and she was there. This woman is the closest thing I have to family. I can rely on her for anything and vice versa. We had just gotten back, and instantly, she started grilling me about the situation. "I know I enjoy it," I started as my hands poured the small amount of orange juice atop the champagne. "I can tell," she smirked, "I mean, look at you. The walk of shame never looked so hot." I glanced in the mirror aside to reveal one hell of a sight. My long h
"Hey, girl," Tanya whispered behind me before slapping me on the ass. "Hey to you," I smiled, "Thanks for closing up. Callista wanted to grab me a little early tonight." "Not a problem," she huffed, "You do it for me all the time. At least one of us is getting laid." "Shut up!" I laughed before whacking her with my towel. "Hey! Don't start something you're not ready to finish," she warned, seizing her towel in defense. "Okay, Okay, I give," I surrendered. "Be safe, beautiful!" she hollered after me as I exited the bar. I saw the black car sitting there awaiting my arrival. I made my strut over to nearly be halted by the sight of Dimitri exiting the backseat. He held the door open for me with a devious smile. "Where's Callista?" I asked. "She's waiting for us at the house with a present for you," he answered. His deep tones sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel my cheeks flush red, but luckily, it was so dark he couldn't see. He gestured for me to enter the c
"Stop this limo, now!" I snapped. "Ivy, calm down-" "I can't!" I shouted before opening the door. We were already at a stop, so getting out wasn't the worst idea. A chilling wind hit my bare legs, and water splashed over my black strappy heels. I began to strut down the sidewalk angrily, trying to put as much distance between Dimitri and me as possible. "Ivy! Wait!" Roy hollered. "No! I'm done!" I shouted back, still walking away. The rain began to trickle down, the worst of which was in the summer heat. Now, of course, it is raining tonight. "Look," Roy said, twirling me to stop. "What?!" I grunted. "He's upset. He didn't mean what he said," Roy defended. "How the fuck are you defending him right now?!" I winced, walking away and around the corner. "Just stop!" Roy commanded after pinning me against the wall. "No!" I fought his grasp. "You're not stronger than me, Ivy," Roy chuckled. "Look, stop running away." "Running? I'm walking away because if I do
"I-I-" I stammered, still unable to speak. "Still a shy little girl, I see," he commented. "I'm not shy," I denied. "But you are, the way you hide your face, unable to form sentences, cheeks blushing red like a school girl," he explained. When it comes to Dimitri, it's different. You can treat him however you choose and not care for his heart. You don't know me, what I'm capable of, what I can do." "I'm sure you're nothing like Zeus," I hushed. Roy leaned back warmly, gazing, "I'm not going to fuck you for sport; I'm not an animal. I know what type of man he was. I knew Zeus as well. Knew about his and Tanya's relationship. Begging me to take her crazy ass off his hands. Not even I could handle that train wreck." I studied him, glancing at a scar hidden beneath this gold chain. "How did that happen?" I gestured. Roy looked down, clearing his throat before removing the chair and unbuttoning his shirt. He was in great shape, well-chiseled, and tempting. Without though
"It seems old tricks die hard," Callista boasted, directing her eyes to Dimitri. "What do you mean?" I questioned, following her gaze. "Dimitri is a creature of old tricks. He used to do this to me when we first got together. Of course, we fucked like rabbits back when we were young, always trying new and exciting things." Callista explained while gently caressing my inner thigh. "These things he seems to like doing with you," she whispered. She leaned into my ear, her warm breath sending shivers up my spine. "Tell me, what punishment does he have for you?" Dimitri purposefully set the vibrator off inside of me once again. My hand seized Callista's wrist while biting my lower lip. Dimitri said I couldn't cum by the toy. He failed to mention that Callista could satisfy me. A devious smirk came across my lips; Dimitri studied my face, tilting his head, trying to figure out what I was scheming. Slowly, I guided Callista's hand higher and higher up my inner thigh until her c
"Mom!" Rowan beamed while embracing me. "Oh, baby!" I whined. I held him tightly, not wanting to let go. It had been nearly a year since I'd seen him. He had grown so much and was taller than me now. I looked up at his youthful face; he looked much like Dimitri. "Stop growing!" I smiled. "Are you kidding me? I'm not even halfway there yet," Rowan joked, his voice deeper, not childlike anymore. He was undoubtedly going through his puberty phase. "Look at how handsome you've become," I boasted. "Looks like his father," Callista commented. "Aunt Callista, Uncle Roy, good to see you," Rowan greeted, giving them both a hug. "Hello, young man," they both responded. "You know one another well," I mumbled at his affection towards them. "I had no idea you would be here, Mom," Rowan explained, embracing me again. "I missed you, baby," I fibbed, squeezing him back, "I'll tell you what. I will get dressed, and then we can do something tonight." Once in the bathroom, I
Dimitri took it upon himself to make me go back with him to New York and wouldn't have it any other way. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding," Derrick charmingly kissed the back of my hand. "Don't," I smiled before being pulled inside by Dimitri. "You don't have to be so rough!" I winced. "Knock it off, would you?!" Dimitri jerked me, my momentum causing me to fall to the ground on all fours. "Damn it, Dimitri!" I winced. I felt a hard slap across my ass. "Ow!" I hissed. My head jerked back as Dimitri seized the nape of my neck. "Ugh!" Ruthlessly, he snapped my underwear off before spanking me again. Dimitri had been like this since that night. Typically he'd be tender afterward; this time, he'd fuck me every chance he got, even when I couldn't walk the day after my punishment. He tore my dress off, throwing the scraps to the floor beside me. "Ugh! It hurts Dimitri!" I whined. It became the point where it wasn't pleasurable anymore, he knew, and I knew it
Dimitri, flabbergasted, tossed the papers onto the closest chair he could find. Upon his further examination of me in my current state, I knew he knew. My cheeks blushed, and I could not look him in the eyes. "My father?" he questioned. "I didn't know, I swear," I whispered. "How could you not know?!" Dimitri hollered. "Calm down. What's going on?" Derrick asked. "You know what, old man!" Dimitri spat. "What are you talking about, son?" Derrick clarified. "Her?! Ivy! The woman I asked you to keep an eye on for me while I was in New York!" Dimitri explained. "You should have told me about your relationship with her," Derrick stated. Dimitri threw his head back with a manic cackle, "Leave!" "Beg your pardon?" Derrick said. "Leave now, old man!" Dimitri threatened, charging at Derrick. "Stop! I'll go," I sighed, crawling from the bed. "No, you're staying," Dimitri growled. "Leave, now." Dimitri's tone was deathly and emotionless. Derrick also k
"You don't need to come here always," I sighed while smoking my joint. "You're an investor, that's it." "And this is professional?" Derrick gestured to what I was smoking. "Like you care," I huffed, blowing smoke in his face. Derrick didn't care. He found me amusing, tempting, and everything he wanted. He's never vocalized it before, but his eyes show differently. I know those eyes, the ones that undress me, fantasize about me, and yearn for me. He thinks I don't know. I have him fooled; what do I want to do with him now? Derrick's rich; he wouldn't use me for money. Dimitri is in the other half of the States, and I'm bored and horny. "Do you want to fuck me, Derrick?" I bluntly asked. Derrick choked on his drink before turning back to look at me. His cheeks flushed in shock, his lips trembling with nerves. The victory was already mine. "What makes you think I want you?" he croaked. "The way you look at me." "I have a son. He could be your father." "How old are y
Everything went numb; Dimirti was kind enough to care for Rowan so I could see my son. Aodhan had no color in his lips, no pink in his cheeks like he used to; he was lying there lifeless. They often speak about the pain in your heart that you feel when you lose a loved one. They don't tell you how a hole begins to form more significant and more prominent in your heart in place of that pain, causing you to push everything and everyone away. It doesn't hurt because when you allow yourself to, it becomes so overwhelming that you just might kill or die yourself. That's what I did. I pushed down my feelings and wiped my tears because the other two weren't options. Dimitri handled the hotel arrangements for the three of us, ensuring we had the best suite on the highest floor available. No matter how much cocaine I did or how much alcohol I drank, I felt nothing. Days, months, and soon, a year went by, and I was still empty and numb. Dimitri suggested I send Rowan to boarding school wit
"Mom! It's Aodhan!" Rowan cried. I looked over and fell to my knees; tears began falling in pools from my eyes; Aodhan had been shot, too. My son, lying there lifeless. "Ahh!" I screamed. Panic settled in; blood was pouring from my baby, and I couldn't plug the hole. What can I do? I tried applying pressure with my hands, unable to stop sobbing. "Go! Pilot! Go!" Dimitri hollered while latching the stairs/door closed. The Pilot took off, knocking everyone over, but continued to press on Aodhan's wounds, his warm blood slick on my fingers as I tried applying pressure to his chest. I saw Dimitri protect Rowan from falling over, scooping him up. "Dimitri! Help me!" I begged. A look of shock overtook Dimitri briefly before he rushed, overmoved my hands, and began applying pressure to the wound, "Pilot! Closest hospital!" "What happened to Reign!? Oh my god, Ariel was shot, too!" I whined. "I don't fucking know, someone was shooting, but I couldn't see who it was. They cam