EroticReverie

After I blow dry my hair, I go to the closet and pick out a Rat & Boa dress. It has red, purple, green and yellow floral print on a black mini dress. It’s plush satin with a plunging neckline and has voluminous balloon sleeves and fall to a thigh grazing length, with a line of small buttons down the front. As instructed by Julien, I don’t wear any panties. I also don’t wear a bra, and the plunging neckline lets Julien and anyone else who sees me in it know.

I grab a pair of heels and slip them on. I go and lay on the bed a moment and play on my phone, checking Facebook, checking instagram. Laughing as I reply to Jill, my only friend from work.

She sent me a screen shot of Kelsey’s facebook status.

“I will never understand why rich men, have such poor taste in women. OH well, onto the next. You could’ve had the best, and settled for trash.” it says.

“Hmmm I wonder who she could be talking about” I type sarcastically.

Jill shoots back a text immediately.

“Her posts are so...sad. lol” Jill types.

“I tried to play nice. She tried to fuck Julien after I invited her over here to try on dresses! She’s the worst.” I type.

“Forget her! Speaking of coming over, when do I get to come to the castle and see the place?!” she types.

“I havent even seen the whole thing yet. lol” I type back.

“Okay, I am so jealous right now. Everyone at the office is buzzing. There’s a group chat going on, lots of salty girls from the building, AND you’ve also upset the gays that were holding onto the dream that the reason he never settled down was because he was secretly on their team” she types.

I give a little laugh. “I’ll send them all apology emails on Monday”

“So....not to be....totally invasive....HOW IS IT?!” she types and I can almost picture her eyes widening and squealing. I laugh at my phone screen.

“It’s....fucking hot.” I type.

“JEALOUS. I need to get laid asap. Last tinder date totally catfished me!” she types.

“lol, im so sorry” I type.

“Brunch tomorrow?” she types.

“Yes.” I type.

“I’ll text you later!” she types. “Gotta run!”

I text Julien.

“where are you?” I type, because I’m too lazy to search the three floors of his fricken “apartment”.

“Working still. Come down here.” he types.

“Won’t I distract you?” I type chewing the side of my lip , grinning stupidly at my phone.

“Yes.” he types.

“do you...WANT me to distract you?” I type.

“Yes.” he types.

“Don’t make me tell you again. Get down here.” he types. Then sends a devil emoji. I laugh and go to the elevator and then down to the second floor and step out back into his office.

He smiles approvingly at my outfit.

“I like that dress, you look nice in it.” he says as I walk over and sit in the chair in front of his desk, crossing my legs.

“You SHOULD like it...you’re the one that paid for it” I say, bouncing my leg, my foot bouncing in my heel.

He smirks. “You really don’t like me buying you things?” he asks.

I shrug. “I would have also liked to keep some of my old clothes.” I say.

“Hmm, why?” he asks.

“They were mine.” I say, my brows pinching together.

He smiles slightly. “And you’re mine.” he says.

“I will clothe you, feed you, keep a roof over your head, and fuck you.” he says.

I bite my lip.

“I let you keep the white dress.” he says, speaking of my little white linen sun dress.

“Gee , thanks.” I say and give a little glare.

“Can you at least buy me more...normal clothes then?” I ask.

He laughs a little leaning back in his chair, and interlocks his fingers behind his head looking at me.

“What are normal clothes?” he asks.

“Dresses that don’t cost hundreds or THOUSANDS of dollars...things I feel comfortable wearing, because I’m not afraid of destroying them, or ripping them.” I say.

“I don’t give a shit if you ruin any of them...I’ll buy you more.” he shrugs.

I sigh. “Not the point.” I shoot him another narrow eyed glare.

He smirks.

“So...less expensive dresses....anything else?” he asks.

“Yes....I want some god damn sneakers.” I say. He chuckles and nods.

“Fine.” he says.

“Work out clothes.” I say.

He cocks a brow and then gives a single nod.

“I think you’ll be getting enough of a work out on my cock, but if you say so.” he says.

I roll my eyes.

“I’d like some t shirts, like plain things that I can wear around your home.” I say.

He licks his lips and corrects me. “Our home.”

I sigh. “Yes. Our home.” I say uneasily, because it hasn’t even been a fucking week yet since I met him, and he’s basically kidnapped me and made me his girlfriend. I’m complaining less and less each day.

“You don’t need to wear clothes around here. I prefer you naked.” he says.

I give him a look, one corner of his mouth lifts as he smirks.

“Fine.” he says.

“I need some normal pajamas, and sweatpants, comfy things!” I say.

“You can buy whatever you’d like. But you will not be wearing sweat pants every damn day.” he says.

I roll my eyes.

“While I’m sure 100% I’ll still want to fuck you, no matter what you wear, I still expect you to wear shit that teases my cock. Show off those tits and that fucking ass, and that body...like you are right now.” he says.

I give a little smirk. “This dress teases your cock?” I ask.

“You’re not wearing a bra and that fucking neckline goes to your fucking navel almost. What the fuck do you think?” he says and reaches down and adjusts himself.

“How much work do you have left to do?” I ask.

He lets out a sigh. “A lot...too fucking much..shit never stops.” he says.

i get up and walk over and behind him and place my hands on his shoulders and slide them down the front of his chest and he turns his head and I kiss his mouth.

“Take a break...take me to lunch.” I say.

He smiles. “You bossing me around?” he asks.

I smile. “You told me you were going to clothe me, fuck me AND feed me.” I remind him.

He grins and lifts his lips to mine again. “Yes, yes I did.”

___

He takes me to an Italian roof top restaurant that has a canopy of stunning florals above the entire dining area that almost takes my breath away.

“Never been here?” he asks when I pause.

I look at him. “Please remember that you’re rich and can afford things I can not.” I say.

“You’re rich now too.” he says with a smile.

I take his hand and the waitress guides us to a table , as requested she sat us as far away from other diners as possible, although there aren’t currently that many.

“Dinner is when they’re busy. It’s pretty nice up here at night.” he says sitting down. He orders for us immediately, not asking what I want. As if it matters because it sounds like he’s ordered everything on the menu. The waitress nods and assures us she’ll be back with our drinks.

“I don’t want wine for lunch Julien.” I say pinching my brows.

“Yes you do.” he says with a playful smirk from across the small intimate table.

I lean in, elbows on the table, lifting my ass up out of my seat. He grins looking down at my cleavage. His eyes flick up to mine.

“What are you doing ?” He cocks his brow.

“Teasing your dick. Now kiss me.” I say and he grins leaning forward. He lets me steal a quick kiss and I smile and sit back down.

“Take your tits out.” he says.

My mouth falls open and I laugh. “what? No!” I say laughing.

“Do it.” He growls , his one hand on the table, the other on his dick beneath the table. I bite my lip and look over my shoulder, nobody could see them if I did, so I look back at him, and lift my hand to my cleavage, and pull one side of the dress aside, letting my nipple peek out, and then my breast. I do the same to the other. Looking over my shoulder again, my heart racing and then back at Julien.

He slips his fingers into his small glass of ice water, and holds his hand over the table towards me. I reach out, palm up and he places an ice cube in my hand.

He places his elbows on the table clasps his hands together and rests his chin on his hands.

“Make them hard.” he says quietly.  His eyes glaring at me. I lick my lips and lift the dripping ice cube to my chest, drops of ice cold water pelt my chest as my hand hovers over it. I lower the ice cube to my skin, and inhale at the freezing sensation as I trail it down and over my nipple, I move it around my nipple in a circle. His eyes watch my nipple harden, more and more as I continue to ice it, feeling the cold water stream down over my breast and stomach as it melts.

I then do the same to the other.

“Bring those nipples to me.” He says.

“Julien!” I whisper yell. I look over my shoulder. When I look back , he’s leaning over the table. “Stand up and let me suck them.” he demands.

I feel my pussy tighten, pulsing for how hot this man is, his voice, his commands, all of him. I stand and Julien leans forward over the small table and lowers his mouth to one, his tongue passing over it, I feel the warmth of his tongue against my cold frozen nipple, and he sucks.

“Julien” I whimper and look over my shoulder , his mouth moving to the other. I see the waitress walking out with our glasses and the wine. I pull back and my nipple pops from his mouth, I sit down quickly and pull my dress back over my tits. He’s grinning at me, still leaning over the table.

The waitress walks up as he slides back into his seat.

“Everything okay sir?” The waitress asks, looking around the table.

“Hmm” he nods. “Everything is great , thank you.” he says looking to the waitress.

“just can’t keep my hands off my girlfriend.” he says and she laughs politely.

“Me and my boyfriend are the same way! Totally understand!” she says and opens the bottle of wine and pours it into our glasses. Julien looks at me as she pours, I flush red, my cheeks heat.

“You fuck your boyfriend in public?” Julien says looking to the girl.

“Julien!” I yell and my eyes go wide. I look to the girl who freezes and her eyes are just as wide.

“I’m SO sorry” I tell her.

She gives a nervous laugh. “It’s....um...quite alirght..”

“No it’s not!” I say. “Apologize to her!” I say looking at Julien.

“Did I offend you?” he asks looking to the waitress, who can’t be too much older than me.

“Well..no...just...surprised me I guess.” she laughs politely and sets down the bottle of wine.

“Answer the question then.” he says. Dominating, commanding a complete stranger to bend at his will. As I open my mouth to tell him to knock it off, she answers.

“No, we never have.” she says.

“Do you want to?” Julien asks lifting his wine glass and taking a sip. I roll my eyes at him but he’s not looking.

“I think...it could be..exciting.” The girl admits.

“What would your boyfriend say if I asked you to come home with us so I could watch you and my girlfriend eat each others pussies?” Julien says. I glare at him, he looks to me and grins then back to the girl who looks from him to me.

“Um...I don’t k-know” She says tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You ever eat pussy?” Julien continues.

“Julien, stop harassing her!” I yell in a whisper and look to the girl and apologize.

“I’m so sorry, he’s....he’s just....a fucking asshole” I say and I look at Julien who is leaning back, in his seat, hand over his cock rubbing himself. The girls breath hitches when she sees him stroking himself through his pants.

“Julien!” I hiss.

“I have.” the girl answers his question. I roll my eyes at the spell this pan puts every single woman under.

“I’d like to pay you to let my girlfriend sit on your face.” Julien says and pulls out his money clip , pulls the bills out and throws folded up hundred on the table.

The girls eyes go wide at the money.

“Julien, she’s a waitress, not a fucking hooker!” I hiss and look at the girl to apologize, just to see her nodding before I can open my mouth.

“Okay.” she says. My jaw drops. She looks to me.

“I’ll do it.” she says nodding still and looking back to Julien. He grins.

“What time do you get off work?” he asks.

“Not until 10″ she says.

“I’ll have a town car waiting to pick you up then.” he says.

“I...I have to go home and shower first.” She says.

Julien shakes his head. “No you don’t. You can shower at my place. With Jenna.” he nods to me and the girl chews her lip.

“Julien!” I hiss at him again. The girl nods.

“Okay” she agrees.

“you dont have to do this” I assure her. “You can fucking smack him across the face if you want.”

She chews her lip. “I want to....it will be fun.” She smiles. she turns to Julien.

“Will you...um, be, joining?” she asks.

Julien shakes his head. “No. Bring your boyfriend if you’d like. Up to you. I don’t care either way.” he says. “But he and I, will not be participating.”

The waitress nods.

____

I barely eat throughout lunch and Julien sighs at my sour mood.

“Knock it off.” he says dropping his fork.

I glare at him. “I’m not hungry.”

“Bullshit.” he says. “You’re throwing a temper tantrum, because I was upfront, and blunt about what I wanted? That’s how you get what you want in life. By fucking asking for it, or taking it.” he says.

My lips tighten.

“You piss me off.” I say.

He grins. “I bet you’re still fucking wet though.” he says and stabs a piece of pesto gnocchi with his fork and holds it out over the table to me.

“Eat.” he says. “Open your mouth for my fork, like you do my dick” he teases and smirks. I glare. I open my mouth and he slips the food into my mouth. I close my mouth around the fork as he pulls it out.

“Good girl.” he grins. “Now finish your fucking food.” he says and starts to eat his gnocchi.

I lick my lips after I chew and swallow the bite he gave me.

I do as I’m told and he grins with each bite I take. Stopping to watch me. I glare at him and he smiles, and continues to eat his food.

When we’re done Julien gives the waitress my cellphone number.

“If you change your mind, just text. No biggie if you do. Otherwise at 10, my town car with be outside for you to bring you back to my place.” Julien tells her and he takes my hand and we walk through the restaurant.

I stop at the restroom, and as I come back out Julien pushes me back in, and shuts the door behind us and locks it.

“Julien!” I slap his chest as he pushes me up against the wall and undoes his pants and takes his cock in record time.

“Come on Julien!” I hiss as he aggressively lifts my leg up over his hip and I feel him against me, pushing, sliding up into me.

Hard, and fast, Julien fucks me against the wall of the rest room, he cums inside of me, pulling out, leaving me panting as he stuffs his cock back in his pants and walks out without me. I lean against the wall still catching my breath my legs trembling with my almost orgasm, as his cum drips down my legs.

I clean myself up and walk out of the restaurant and he’s waiting outside of the town car smirking. He opens the door and I get in, he follows and shuts the door. 

__

When we get back to his place I walk through the front door fast and away from him. I don’t know why I’m even upset with him. Maybe because he invited that girl over, without even asking me. Who knows, he drives me insane for almost no reason at all. I bend over and undo my heels and then slip them off and toss them to the side and walk to the elevator, Julien follows.

“Is something wrong?” he asks , loosening his tie. I look at him and then step into the tiny elevator and so does he. Instead of going to the second floor of his office he rides with me to the third floor where his bedroom is.

“I dont like the way you talked to that girl.” I say and push past him when the elevator door slips open.

“I told you. I’m blunt. I get what I want by asking for it. Tough shit if you don’t like it.” he says.

I spin around and look at him.

“It was embarrassing.” I say.

“I wouldn’t have asked her if I didnt know she’d say yes.” he says.

I roll my eyes. “Enough with this , thinking you know what women want bullshit.” I say.

He grins. He slides off his tie.

“But I do.” he says and walks towards me.

I step up to him and look up at him.

“Then tell me what I want. Right now.” I say looking at him.

“You want to slap me. You want me to slap you back and throw you on the bed and fuck you till you beg me to stop, and then keep fucking you. You want me to be wrong. You even want me to take my belt to your ass again. Even when you told me you didn’t like it. Because....you do. Because you  want to be a dirty little slut, that let’s me do every depraved thing I want to her.” he says and grabs my jaw. I stiffen and look up at him.

“You want me to fuck that waitress in front of you tonight.” he says and I swallow hard.

“You want me to make you watch me enjoy another womans pussy” he says quietly, his lips brushing over mine. I feel his breath against my lips.

“You want me to be the asshole...the bad guy....because the drama makes your fucking cunt wet” he says and he grips my jaw tighter, his hand slipping down to my throat.

“You want to be choked within an inch of your life...you want danger...” he drags his tongue over my lips and I breathe faster.

“Have I said anything that’s false yet?” He cocks a brow.

I shake my head and look at him with wanting eyes.

“Even though you know how much you’ll hate it...you want me to fuck that waitress....bad....” he says and I swallow hard. “Why?” he asks.

“I don’t know” I whisper, because it’s true.

“I’m not fucking her.” he says.

I lick my lips. “Why?”

“Because I know that even though you think it’s what you want....it’s not.” he says.