Dirty Seduction

Maybe one day soon she would. I already had my plans on the horizon, but once again, my cards were very, very close to my chest. That feeling, at least, was familiar.

I began unpacking our cases as Rosie stood at the window, still admiring the view.

“We’re going to have an incredible time,” I told her. “I promise.”

She turned and grinned at me, with the sunlight from the window catching her hair.

“I already am.”

I took out my new suit, still in its premier casing, hanging it up on the wardrobe door. Rosie wasn’t the only one who’d be dressed for the occasion. I’d ventured into town to have my new outfit tailored while she was at college.

“Ah, ah, no!” I chided as she approached the suit cover. “No peeking. We’ll both surprise each other tonight.”

“But I want to see!” she said, and I fake wrestled her, bundling her down onto the bed where I pinned her arms over her head.

“I said, no,” I told her, and she arched up, pouting as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

Jesus Christ, at that I was already done for. I was already kissing her when her phone started ringing in her bag.

“That will probably be Lola,” she said between kisses.

“I don’t give a fuck,” I said, and carried on.

It was at least an hour later when Rosie and I were done, panting wrecks, lying together on the bed as we calmed, with the light streaming in. Rosie’s phone had been ringing a few times, so it shouldn’t have been a shock when a knock sounded from our hotel room door.

“Shit!” Rosie laughed, and jumped up, fishing for a t-shirt from her case. I disappeared into the bathroom and grabbed a towel to wrap around my waist while she went for the door. Damn. Lola and Peter were already dressed for a meal and the bar downstairs.

Lola giggled when she saw us. She looked absolutely stunning in a sequined dark blue dress, her hair braided with a ribbon of the same colour. Peter was in a suit himself, and he looked good for it. His tie was Windsor knotted, in a blue that matched Lola’s outfit. Fantastic.

“Guess we interrupted you,” Peter said, laughing too.

“Head on down,” I said. “We’ll join you shortly.”

They nodded, but Lola pulled Rosie in for a hug before they went. She didn’t stop there, either. She teetered across the carpet in high heels and wrapped me up tight in her arms. She smelt like bright floral perfume, and the touch of her bare arms against my skin was a delight. It would have usually been enough to drive me crazy. But it didn’t. Not this time.

I didn’t feel even the slightest hint of attraction to the girl in my arms, despite the fact she was cute, young, sweet and quirky. Not a thing. I didn’t get a hard-on, nor the desire to pin her to the messy bed and fist her tight little cunt. Nothing.

The demons of addiction didn’t show their faces.

“Thank you,” she said. “I just can’t believe we’re here with you. It’s amazing.”

“You’re very welcome,” I told her, and before she pulled away, I used the opportunity to whisper a request, since Rosie was speaking with Peter. “I need to talk to you actually. I need your help.” She was startled, pulling away to look up at me.

“Are you ok?” she whispered back.

“Yes, yes. I just need some of your time in private, please. Just for a chat. Nothing ominous. Not in the slightest.”

“Sure,” she said. “I’ll make sure we get some time later.”

“Thank you.”

We waved them off down the corridor, and Rosie was like a whippet into the shower as I chased after her. We soaped ourselves down, and dried each other with grins before getting ready. Rosie styled and straightened her hair and put more makeup on than usual. Her eyelashes were stunningly thick and fluttery behind her glasses, and her lips were pink and glossy.

She grabbed her new dress from her case, but all I saw was a flash of pink as she dashed on back through to the bathroom.

“No peeking!” she said again as my eyes followed her.

I was ironing my new white shirt when she stepped back out. Her dress was pastel pink, and gripped her sweet little body like a glove, giving just a hint of her gorgeous little tits peeking out over the neckline. It was short, barely covering her beautiful ass, and the iron stopped dead in my hand.

“Does it look ok?” she asked with a twirl, and I put the iron aside so I didn’t scorch my shirt to shit.

The sparkle of confidence was there in her, mischievous. And there it was, just a hint of the Lilith I was coming to know so well. She knew she looked great. Finally. Her self-worth growing in her physicality, as well as her soul.

“Exquisite,” I told her, as she stepped on over. “Be careful, or I’ll have to take you back to bed again.”

I could have happily played filthy games with her all night long, but she picked up the iron herself and carried on with my shirt. I ran my hand down over the slope of her back as she did it, consumed by her perfection. Her glasses were the most adorably sweet contrast. Words could do no justice.

She held the shirt up for me when it was done, and I slipped it on. She buttoned it up for me with a cheeky grin.

“Show me your suit, then. I’ve been waiting long enough.”

“My pleasure.”

I dressed for her slowly, emphasising how powerfully I buckled up my belt. I knotted my tie in front of her, remembering my time as a professor, getting ready for my day. This suit wasn’t like my regular ones, it was tailored in just the way it should be, fitting me perfectly. It was black, and my deep green tie was a great contrast, accentuating my eyes. I knew what looked good on me. I’d had enough experience of using my appearance to my advantage.

“Will I pass?” I asked her, doing a silly twirl.

My sweetheart giggled. “You look so… hot.” “Just hot?”

“Gorgeous,” she said, “absolutely gorgeous.”

“Guess that makes two of us. Let’s get our shoes on.”

Watching her slip into her heels as I tied my laces was enough to give me a hard-on.

“You’re a beautiful girl,” I said as she took my arm.

“Your girl,” she said, reaching up to kiss me.

I was so proud to have her beside me as we walked through the hotel to join Peter and Lola at the bar. They were sitting on stools together, hand in hand, so deep in conversation that they didn’t see us approach at first. It was lovely to see the bond between them, so natural.

“Shit, didn’t see you coming,” Peter said, and slapped my back.

Lola planted a kiss on my cheek before hugging Rosie. There was no superficiality about us being together, just friends enjoying each other’s company. And that’s what we did.

We drank champagne with a cheers, before we moved to the restaurant, where we enjoyed some more. I put everything on my room tab, despite the protests, and we indulged in a glorious menu, with excellent desserts. Rosie’s strawberry roulade matched her dress like a dream.

It was towards the end of the meal as the room was filling up with more guests that I began to notice the glances we were getting from fellow visitors. Not least Rosie and Lola, who were clearly hot little minxes, but immune in their innocence. I felt the beginnings of jealousy stir with a racing heart, driven by a primal urge to let the world know she was mine, but I kept it at bay, still chatting and drinking as though I wasn’t carefully observing every single glance my angel was receiving.

“What next?” Peter asked when we were done. “Club, right?”

“Yes,” I told him. “Time for a cab.”

The receptionist ordered one for us as we waited outside, Lola and I enjoying a cigarette before the taxi pulled up to take us into the city. The club looked as good as the pictures had shown, bright lights, and bouncers on the door, with a woman inside directing us up into the VIP room. The place was thrumming with rich ambience, and Rosie, Lola and Peter were spellbound all over again. I soaked in their enjoyment, as well as my own. “Cigarette?” Lola asked me when we were done with our first round of drinks, and gestured me out onto the balcony, where I accompanied her. She wasted no time, asking me about my earlier request before she’d even taken out her lighter. “What was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

It still felt strange to voice it out loud.

“Some artwork,” I said. “I was hoping you could work on a cover design for me, but I’d like you to keep your work a secret, if possible, please?”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

She did a little bounce on the spot, once my request had registered. “For real? You want a book cover? For one of your thrillers? Oh fuck. That’s awesome!”

I shook my head. “No, no. Not for a thriller. I’ve been working on a different project, actually. A novel called The Girl Downstairs.”

Her eyes were magnificent, as was her smile.

“Oh my God! About Rosie? You’ve got the dirty bits in it?! Whoa, fuck. You have!”

“Some of them, yes,” I said with a smirk. “But there is a lot more to it than those. Call it a forbidden romance, if you will. But there is a great amount of romance in it, alongside the filth.”

“Holy shit. You’re serious? You’re going to publish a book about Rosie?!”

“Quite possibly, yes.”

“Does she know?”

“Not yet. She has no idea. Which is why I’m mentioning this to you in private.” I took a drag of my cigarette. “So, I’ll need a cover. Would you be able to design one for me, and keep it a secret until I’m ready to use it?”

“Hell yeah, I’d love that.” She crossed her fingers and held them up. “And I’ll keep it quiet. Promise.”

We talked about the basic outline while we smoked, and we were done with the initial ideas when Peter stepped on out to join us. His timing was good. “Was going to ask if you wanted another drink,” he said. “Rosie’s just off to the bathroom. I thought I’d get them in.”

“Just finished actually,” Lola said, stubbing her cigarette out.

I did the same and we returned inside together, heading straight back to the bar. The place was busy, but not busy enough that my eyes didn’t seek out my goddess immediately, already having returned from her bathroom trip. She was talking to a guy who was leaning into her, cocky, with his arm on the bar top, and she was nodding, laughing, chatting with him. Oblivious.

“Bloody hell. Didn’t take him long to try it on with her,” Peter laughed over the music. “Still, they probably think we’re out with our kids, not our girlfriends.”

“Stop it!” Lola said, but he was right. They likely did. Especially with me and Rosie.

“Excuse me, please,” I said to the pair of them, and marched on ahead like a man possessed, striding straight on over to the suited idiot trying it on with my girl. I wanted to tear him away from her and throw him across the room, but managed to keep some semblance of calm, taking her hand in mine on the bar top.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hey,” she said, and kissed my cheek, but that wasn’t enough for me. I met the guy’s eyes before I took Rosie’s chin in my hand and turned her face to me, possessively. I kissed her like we were in the bedroom and not at a club bar, my tongue a beast as it danced with hers, lost to everything but how much I needed her, and how desperate I was for the club to know about it. I would have screamed it from the rooftops, right across the city from a loudspeaker, just to let the world know that the goddess in my arms was mine.

No shame. No remorse. No lies.

Rosie was mine.

The sweet little girl goddess was all mine.

The idiot was gone when I broke the kiss. Her lips were puffy and gorgeous as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Do that again, please,” she said with a flutter of her lashes, not giving a fuck that the club was watching, and that Lola and Peter had long arrived back at our side.

“My fucking pleasure,” I said, and kissed her so hard that even Lola called out get a room!