Passion

"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 car, and I followed obediently. A present?

Before I could finish, my train of thought- Dimitri's lips were on mine. He pressed his tongue with command and intent. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my shorts through his pants. A hot hand seized my breast and began playing with my nipple.

"Ugh!" I cried out as the limousine jolted forward.

We both rolled from the seat onto the floor. I was now straddling him. I pulled back from the kiss and seized both of his wrists. My hand planted both above his head with defiance before placing my lips upon his once more. I arched my back while pressing down upon his rock-hard erection. I began rubbing up and down, feeling my body growing wetter and wetter with anticipation. Our kiss broke briefly as I pulled back, Biting my lips. Teasing, taunting, tempting him.

"Someone's excited," he growled. The intensity in his voice radiated like fire throughout my body.

"You have no idea," I slithered. For the past few days, I had been fantasizing about Eric. What he would do to me if he could have his way with me. How he would shove his cock inside of me relentlessly. So much so that I needed this. I wasn't sure if I was ready to have sex with Eric yet. That and he had been avoiding me since that day.

His hands broke free from my grasp, wrapping around my body, caging me in. He pulled down the left side of my shirt and latched onto my breast.

"Ugh! Be more gentle!" I cried out.

My cries made him latch on even harder.

"Please!" I cried.

He wet his two fingers and slipped down the back of my shorts. His fingers etched closer and closer to my opening but stopped a little short. He pressed into my ass. A burning pain followed, and I jerked on top of him, trying to wiggle the tip of his finger loose, but it remained. I writhed on top of him even more, and he pressed it in further. It wasn't the pleasure I was feeling, but pain.

"Ugh!" I cried, "Please! I don't like it!"

He held me tighter and pulled me in close.

"Shhh," he whispered, "Wrap your arms around me."

"I don't like it!" I whimpered once more.

"Hold me," he enforced.

I looked into his thunderous eyes with mine. I could see the dominance within him. I would experience this one way or another, and he was gentle and kind to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head into his collarbone.

"Good girl," he whispered before pushing his finger entirely inside of me.

"Ahh!" I cried. I felt my entire body tighten around him.

"If you tighten up like that, it'll only hurt," he said, caressing me with his free hand.

"I can't help it," I rasped, "There's no pleasure, it just hurts."

"Look at me," he commanded.

I felt myself answer him before I could think. He looked at me with a gentleness I'd never seen before. His hand caressed my cheek and wiped away the tears that had begun to form.

"I won't hurt you," he reassured me.

"I know," I exhaled. Relief rushed over me, and part of my body began to relax.

I could feel the tension in my thighs release, and my body lowered down, pushing his finger even deeper inside of me. I wanted to cry out like I had been, but he was watching me. I let out a moan and closed my eyes. I relaxed my body and arched onto his finger. It was still painful, but there was a tingling sensation that followed. He wiggled his finger inside of me. It wasn't very pleasurable, but it didn't hurt like earlier. My eyes flew open, and I gazed into his hungry eyes. I bit my bottom lip. I wanted to tell him to stop. I wasn't ready for it, but how did I know? Everything was so new and foreign to my body that any new sensation brought different thrills to experience. He was exploring all of me, and part of my body trusted him. I could do whatever he wanted within his grasp, but he didn't need to know this. This was my secret.

The limousine began to slow down as his fingers slipped out of my ass. I felt an instant relief wash over me. My body broke out in a hot sweat that consumed me. My hair stuck to my neck, chest, and arms from how damp my flesh was becoming. He leaned into me and pressed his lips to mine again in comfort.

"We're here," he stated.

I crawled from his lap and began to adjust my clothes. I didn't need a repeat of the other night. The door to the limousine opened.

"Right, what present were you referring to?" I reminded.

"You'll have to wait and see," Dimitri winked before exiting, and I followed suit. What could be so special about this present?