HAILEY STEWARTS
The dinner table was beautifully decorated, covered in a red tablecloth, the silverware of different sizes of spoons, forks, and knives placed on both sides in between a silver plate turned upside down. By the side, a glass cup turned the same way, underneath a red napkin. The same arrangements were on the other side; what drew my attention most was the wall behind, made of red reflective translucent glass. The room was beautifully lit up, and though there weren't any windows, the room had a cool temperature.
"You like it?" Dimitri asked in a whisper behind me.
I nodded affirmatively, finding it hard to speak.
"Good, I did it all by myself," he kissed my cheeks, his footsteps light on the tiled floor.
"For my lady," he said, wearing a grey tuxedo with a white shirt and a tie, his hair perfectly gel to the side. He looked like the perfect gentleman. Then I noticed the bouquet of flowers he was trying to hide behind him.
"To the lady that saved my life," he walked closer, tilting my chin, placing a warm kiss on my lips.
"We better have dinner before I eat you," he said with no humor, placing the bouquet in my lap before sitting at the other end, leaving me in a daze, wondering what he meant by "eat you."
He clapped loudly twice with a loud bang, a door opening, two men walked in, pushing a trolley. Judging by the smell, I'm sure the covered things were delicacies. When they reached the middle, they placed the food swiftly on the table. A bigger plate, covered in the cloche, was placed in the middle, circling it were smaller plates. They removed each cover, exposing delicacies I swear I've never seen before, with a pleasing smell making my mouth water as I gripped my thighs, trying to control myself from digging in.
Once done, they left, while Dimitri opened up the wine with a pop, the cork flew open, the top turned smoking. He tipped his cup, then poured some halfway standing, he did the same to my glass.
"Today I'm here to serve you," he said, smiling, "So, what would you like to taste first…"
The food was delicious. I had eaten so much more than what I eat in a month.
Dimitri had cleared the table, removing all the cutlery and plates, leaving only our glasses and wine.
The guard came out to take the dishes away, Dimitri stood by as the music started playing.
"Can I have this dance?" he reached out his hand.
"I don't know how to dance," I shook my head.
"Neither do I," he joked, making me smile, how bad could it be? I thought.
Taking his hand, he pulled me off the chair, he held my waist, and my hands on his shoulders.
In a slow dance, we just stared at each other, occasionally twirling me.
"Have I told you how much I wanted to rip that dress off you?" He said, his eyes raking up and down my body, his muscles tensed as he kissed me first softly, then with fiery passion. Once again, my body was on fire.
"These lips... God, you taste so divine," he said slowly, seductively, trailing kisses down my neck, his arms cupping my breast, rubbing on the fabric, trying to find my rosy bud nipples.
I squeezed my legs, feeling the ache between them, sliding my hands on his biceps, the need to feel his skin raw as I fumbled at the material, frustrated.
"Dimitri... I sighed out of breath, as if reading my mind, he tugged at the shirt, ripping the button, and losing the tie swiftly, the erotic movement making me stare, he cupped my butt, lifting me up without a struggle. I snaked my legs around his waist as we kissed, our tongues finding their own rhythm, crashing ferociously.
He placed me on the table, reaching for the hem of the gown, he trailed the gown off me.
Stepping back a little, he stared awestruck, and I shyly covered myself with my arms, I'd never been this exposed to anyone before.
"No, baby, don't deprive me of the satisfaction of this gorgeous body," he peeled my hands away gently.
"I want to make you cry out my name over and over till we pass out because of the euphoria," his voice filled with desperation, holding the side of my face, he grazed his fingers on my bottom lip.
"Lick your clit till your legs ache, make this pretty goddess blessed lips swallow all of me," he kissed me lightly, unclasping my bra.
"Oh, baby... He hisses, tossing the bra away, his both hands twirling my nipples in-between his fingers.
"You have beautiful tits," he leaned lower, sucking on my left nipple, making me gripping the table.
"Dimitri... I moan out in pleasure as his tongue swirled on my nipples, driving me bizarre with need. I cried out for him to ease my ache.
Still feasting on my breasts, his fingers trailed down, touching me, I sucked in a breath at contact, as he kept circling his fingers on my pussy.
"You're so wet for me, baby," leaving my nipple, he pulled down my panties, bringing it to his nose, he breathed in, closing his eyes in satisfaction, and I watched every moment of it; he removed his button, bringing out his huge dick.
"Fuck!" My eyes widened at his member, he stroked gently.
"Like what you see?" he asked, teasing my pussy, rubbing his dick on my pussy hole.
"It'll... It'll hurt won't it?" I asked shyly, hating the fact I'm inexperienced.
"You've never been sex before?" Dimitri asked, chuckling, but his jaw dropped as he saw me looking away.
"Holy shit!" He pulled his dick back into his shorts, I tensed, confused, he doesn't like virgins?
"This is not the proper way for your first day; you should be up in my bed, not on the table," he explained, running his hands through his hair, my mouth formed an "o," I tried to conceal how much the words affected me, cause my body was tingling, and I wanted to cum so bad.
"Doesn't mean I can't make you scream my name over and over," he smirked wickedly, plunging his finger into me; pushing and pulling in and out making me grip the table once more as my body burns.
He pulled me closer to the edge of the table, opening my pussy with two fingers, giving my soft flesh more access to him, replacing his finger with his lips; he licked and sucked on me, his cold tongue hot on my clit, the pleasure intense, he pulled his fingers stroking while sucking on me.
Uhhhh" I gasped, my legs juddering the pleasure too much to handle, bringing me closer and closer to my peak.
"Cum for me, baby," his husky voice seductively said.
"Jaden," I cried out my heart racing as I release in a series of toe-curling climax.
I felt light-headed, panting, closing my eyes still not believing what I felt.
I looked towards Dimitri, he was bending down to pick something; my gown.
"Here, it's getting late, you need to return back to the palace," he said grimly, placing the gown by the side of the table.
What the fuck?
What just happened?
I felt offended, hurt, and most of all, stupid.
I'm stunned at his reaction; he doesn't even look at me as he turns, and dresses quickly, I rise up, taking the gown from the side of the table; he left it, and I rap them around my breasts, using my hand to hold the tiny thing in place, also trying to hold my bleeding heart.
What did I expect?
A guy like Dimitri in love with me
"Ha!" I laugh, how naive I was.
Making the pain sting more.
I struggle into the tiny gown, blinking back unwanted tears.
"Can I get my old clothes back?" I ask quietly.
"I'll get maid to bring it for you; I'll be outside waiting," he exits the room just like that.
"Ma'am," I was so lost in thought, a million questions sizzling my mind questioning my worth, my very existence, hating how he made me feel like I was the only girl who existed just a moment ago, now tossing me out of his house like garbage.
Wiping at my eyes, my legs felt wobbly. I brace myself, remembering I was going back to my pathetic life, so brave of me to dream, now I'm left with nothing but regret, I still leave the room with my head held high.
The house was beautiful, walking through the walls, the fine walls decorated with art, sculptures, and paintings. I don't see their beauty. In fact, I feel them mocking me; I was not good enough to be standing in the midst of such priceless art.
We had reached the room, I begged her to stay outside as I try to pick myself up for breaking down, pacing a little as I do, breathing exercises.
Putting on my old gown, the black plain dress, feeling much better and comfortable, but that was only physically within; I was an emotional wreck.
Feeling like a fool, he used me for my body, and I let him, making me build castles on air while enjoying the best moments of my life.
Dimitri was in the driver's seat. It was a different one from the first, a red Camry. It had a refreshing smell and looked new and spotless. He had also changed from his tux to a black and black warrior attire.
The drive to the pack house was uncomfortable. It was late, and a bit cold, but I was freezing, and I'm not sure if it's because of the atmosphere.
Without saying a word, he parks the car in front of the pack house, then leaves like I wasn't even in the car. I do the same, leaving the car, he was waiting for me, I huff; I could go into the house myself. He grabs my hand without my consent, when I try to pull out, he grasps, it was pointless fighting the urge to kick him in the dick for being a jerk, the guards I met earlier were still there on duty, looking more active than they had earlier.
The guards were walking up to me but looking at the cold glare from Dimitri, they stayed put, letting us through without a word, and then the funniest thing happened.
Jaden, with his usual serious features, was holding a snarling Riley hand in hand, stopping the same time I and Dimitri did, both genders staring daggers at one another.
"Alpha," Dimitri greeted with a bow in respect, and so do I.
"Dimitri, glad to see you're up and about... Empazing on the 'about' he looks at our hands 'I knew my warriors weren't weak,'" he boosts.
Dimitri's grip on my arm tightens, hurting me, but I don't let it show, keeping an expressionless facade, ignoring Riley, acting like she wasn't in the room at all.
I just wanted to be in my bed alone, like I've always been, and maybe will forever be. I've had enough roller coasters for the day.
"Of course, when we got an Alpha like you, we have nothing to worry about," I knew it killed Dimitri to say, but we had to respect the motherfucker regardless if we liked it or not.
"Ahh really," he chuckled, sounding like a forced mocking laugh. "I'll leave you to it; we still have a lot to accomplish," his tone serious.
"Yes, Alpha, I'll be right where you need me," he pulls Riley away, then we leave, walking a few steps, Dimitri lets go of my hands.
"Goodbye, Hailey Stewarts," his eyes once filled with love were now an empty pool of nothingness.
I walk the other way.
"Goodbye and good radiance, Dimitri," I say, soft, angry at myself.
