Stripped Love #4 (BBW Alpha Male Romance) (5 page)

“What brings you two here tonight?” one of the actors
asked congenially. It was
Ethan
Roves, Dimitri’s actor friend whom he had tried to share me with at the studio
party. I felt the color rise in my cheeks, wondering if he would let on that he
remembered that shameful night, but no one acted like it had ever happened and
I realized the incident was old water under the bridge and I should forget it
too.

Dimitri put his arm around my waist with a proud grin
and said, “We just finished working with Pete on a commercial together for my
new cologne.”

“Well that calls for a celebration. Please join us. We
can all compare war stories of working for good old Pete,” Ethan called out and
signaled for a waiter. “Set up a table for two right against mine. Our friends
will be joining us for dinner and make sure to add it to my bill.”

“Of course, sir,” the waiter said, and within moments Dimitri
and I were seated at a table filled with some of my favorite dramatic actors
and actresses. It was a dream come true, and I felt my heart soaring up to the
clouds.

Looking right at me, one of the actors said from
across the table, “So tell us, Avery; is Pete still a nit-picking asshole?”

I felt everyone’s eyes staring at me and I didn’t know
what to say. I could feel my throat tighten and took a long swallow of my wine
while I tried to compose my thoughts. Dimitri saw my discomfort and said to me,
“Tell them about his endless changes in lighting. We must have done a dozen
takes as he made some poor light tech move a lamp one inch at a time.”

The table laughed and Dimitri nodded at me to pick up
the story. Awkwardly at first I told the tale and as everyone smiled and
eventually laughed along with me, I loosened up and got freer with my story.
Soon I was doing an impersonation of Pete that had everyone literally slapping
the table with laughter.

“That’s fucking Pete all right! Listen you two, we’re
about to get out of here and go dancing down at
Club Chrome
. Why don’t you join us?” Ethan offered as the waiter
cleared away our empty plates.

Dimitri looked at me and said, “What do you think,
darling? It’s your choice tonight?”

“It sounds great!” I beamed and everyone at the table
sounded happy we had agreed to join them.

Club
Chrome
was the hotspot for the Hollywood elite. A line of
young partiers hoping to get in was lined up around the block and they all
screamed and shouted out Dimitri’s name as we passed by. Many of them took out
their cell phones and snapped pictures of him. We strolled right past the line
and the bouncer watching the door let us in immediately.

Once inside, it took my eyes a minute to adjust to the
dark lights, pulsing strobes, and blaring music. The place was packed with
sweating, grinding bodies and everyone was laughing, dancing, flirting, and
drinking. At a table in the corner we saw Dimitri’s friends from the restaurant
and they waved us over.

“Hey, want a bump?”

I saw with shock that they were snorting lines of
cocaine. I clutched Dimitri’s arm, wondering if he would say yes, and terrified
that he would then expect me to. I was no angel; I’d slept with plenty of guys,
I’d danced naked on a stage for money, and I’d even stolen liquor from a
convenience store once…but I drew the line at doing drugs. I’d seen far too
many people ruin their lives by becoming addicted or even losing their lives
all together.

Dimitri held up his hand and said, “No thanks. I
promised Avery we’d go dancing.”

“Thanks so much for turning them down,” I said
gratefully as Dimitri led me out onto the dance floor.

“I don’t do that shit. I tried it a couple of times
and thankfully I couldn’t develop a taste for it. I hoped you didn’t want to
and I’m glad to know you don’t.”

“The only high I need is being with you.” I said with
a cheesy grin and Dimitri pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard right on
the dance floor, grabbing my ass and pressing against his erection.

“Good.”

He ground his hips into me seductively.

“Because you’re all the high I need too.”

We spent the next hour out on the dance floor,
grinding in perfect rhythm with our sweaty bodies pressed up against as each
other. I wasn’t wearing a bra beneath the pink silk dress I had on, and Dimitri
kept playfully rubbing my nipples through the fabric whenever he got the
chance. In retaliation, I kept rubbing his cock through the slacks of his suit,
keeping him just as aroused as he knew he was making me. Every few songs we
would take a break from the dance floor and order another round of drinks from
the bar and no one ever questioned my fake ID.

At the end of the night, Dimitri asked me if I was
ready for him to take me home. With a drunken smile, I kissed him passionately
and said, “No, but I am ready for you to take me to yours.”

Grinning widely, Dimitri escorted me to the limo
waiting outside and we made out like high-
schoolers
going to their prom in the backseat. Dimitri even stripped off my panties and
tossed them out the window.

“Hey, no littering on the highway, you naughty boy,” I
admonished.

“I guess I just need you to teach me how to be good,”
Dimitri said, but the way his eyes were twinkling with sexual excitement let me
know he wanted to play like we did that afternoon on his yacht. The idea thrilled
and titillated me, and I couldn’t wait to get to his place.

The limo pulled up in front of his house and we
stumbled into the door, laughing and kissing with our hands frantically pawing
at each other. As soon as the front door closed, he pushed me up against the
wall of his grand entrance hall and slid his had up under the skirt of my
dress, where he knew I wasn’t wearing any panties. I let him pleasure me with
his fingers for a moment, enjoying the sensation. Then I grabbed a handful of
his thick, black wavy hair and yanked on it forcefully.

“You’ve been a naughty boy lately. Do you want really
want me to teach you how to behave?” I asked playfully; my voice was thick and
sultry with lust. Dimitri’s grew wide and I could see from the way they sparkled
that he was excited by the thought of playing another kinky sex game together.

He nodded his head vigorously and said, “Yes. Teach me
how to please you.”

“Well for starters, you never want to attack a lady in
the doorway. I deserve to be pampered and made to feel comfortable first. Carry
me into your living room.”

Dimitri lifted me into his muscular arms and carried
me from the entry hall into his lavish sitting room where he set me gently on
the large leather couch and waited for my next instructions. It was fun having
such a handsome and powerful movie star for my sex slave and I decided to have
some fun with it.

“Now strip for me, slowly. I want to see you naked.”

Dimitri had been naked before me many times, but I
hoped he felt the scrutiny of my eyes staring at him so intensely that it made
him feel self-conscious and a bit embarrassed. His cheeks flushed, his
vulnerability only heightened the eroticism of the moment and turned us both on
even more.

When he was fully naked, I walked up to him and kissed
him passionately as I stroked and caressed his body sensuously.

“Good boy,” I praised him, and he moaned softly as
pleasure at the feel of my hands stroking him. “Now undress me, but don’t us
your hands. Use only your lips and mouth.

Grinning widely, Dimitri set to the task I had given
him, carefully removing my dress by gripping it with his teeth. His lips kissed
my tan skin as it became slowly exposed and I delighted in the feel of it,
moaning softly as he nuzzled my flesh and suckled my nipples. Because I wasn’t
wearing a bra or panties, once he managed to get the dress off my body, we were
both completely naked and the heat between us was almost palpable.

“How may I please you next?” Dimitri asked humbly.

It was clear that he enjoyed the game as much as I
did. I searched the room for a moment, trying to think of a fun idea, and then
it came to me. Pointing at his pile of discarded clothes on the floor I said to
him, “Give me your necktie and lay on the couch with your hands above your
head.

Obediently, Dimitri did as he’d been told. Then I used
the necktie to tie his wrists to the end table placed beside the sofa, binding
his hands above his head and making him my captive.

“Now, my naughty slave, I can do with you as I please,”
I taunted him and sauntered from the room, leaving him helpless and alone to
ponder what I was going to do to him.

I walked naked through the house to his vast and
state-of-the-art kitchen. Decorated tiles imported from Spain covered the
floor, while the cupboards were made of oak, and the countertops were granite. The
appliances were all made of stainless steel and completely spotless, as if
someone must come in twice and day to polish them to a high shine. I glanced at
his freezer and it gave me a delicious idea.

I sauntered lazily back into the living room with a
bowl in one hand and a devilish smile curling the corners of my lips. Smiling
wickedly, I plucked an ice cube from the bowl and held it out for Dimitri to
see. Then, slowly and deliberately, I rubbed it along the shaft of his rigid
hard cock, causing him to hiss in his breath in objection to the freezing
burning pain.

“Is that too cold? Let me warm you up,” I said
playfully, and ran my tongue along the length of his shaft, lapping his cold
skin with my hot tongue as he moaned with pleasure.

I repeated the procedure, rubbing the ice over the
head of his throbbing cock while he whimpered and then taking it into my mouth
and sucking it warm again while he groaned with delirious rapture from the
intensity of the pleasure I was giving him.

“Let this be a lesson to you,” I said, using my best
teacher voice. “This is what you get when you’re naughty and this is what you
get when you’re good.”

I rubbed the ice completely over every inch of his
cock as a demonstration of what would happen if he were bad, and then took him
fully into my mouth, deep throating his cock, as an example of the rewards he
would get for good behavior. Then I smiled mischievously and said, “Any
questions slave?”

“Only one; how may I please you, Mistress?” Dimitri
asked with gleaming eyes, and the new title he had given me for the sake of our
game sent fresh thrills of sexual excitement rushing through me.

I straddled his face and said, “Lick my pussy, and if
you can make me come just with your mouth, I’ll give you a big reward.”

Dimitri set to work on his task with dedication and
passion. His tongue had never felt
so
magical as he
lapped along my labia, and then alternated between flicking my clit and
suckling it. He knew exactly how I liked to be touched now and did everything
to perfection. Soon, I was writhing over his face, clutching at the couch and
moaning with pleasure as I
orgasmed
loudly. My cries
of pleasure echoed off the vaulted ceiling of the room and left no doubt that
he had indeed accomplished his goal.

I released his wrists from the bindings of the
necktie, setting him free. Then I rubbed my hands over my body enticingly and
said, “For your reward, now it’s your turn to do whatever you want to me.”

“I think a little role reversal would be fair play,”
Dimitri said, holding the necktie suggestively. With my pulse racing with
excitement, I willingly lay down on the giant leather couch and held my arms
above my head, allowing him to now bind my wrists to the end table.

“Be gentle,” I pleaded playfully, but in truth I
trusted him completely. I would not have agreed to play such an intimate and
dangerous game with him if I hadn’t.

Dimitri took his time wrapping the tie around my
wrists, enjoying the seductive nature of the act. Once he had me bound and at
his mercy, he took delight in running his hands over every inch of my body,
pleasuring me with his lips as he did so. Then, when I was fully aroused, he
spread my thighs wide and plunged slowly into my eager folds, sinking himself
fully into me with a satisfied groan.

I expected him to begin thrusting, but instead he
surprised by plucking an ice cube out of the bowl I had brought from the
kitchen and rubbing it over my nipples. The burning pain of the freezing ice
upon my hot flesh made me gasp with pain, but also with pleasure and I was
surprised by just how good it felt. Little had I known that the same nerve
pathways that carry pain through the body to the brain are the exact same ones
that also carry sexual pleasure; and in moments like these the two sensations
can become confused and pain actually becomes
pleasure.
I gasped and moaned, writhing beneath him, delirious with ecstasy as Dimitri
continued to rub my nipples with the ice while fucking me with his hard cock.

“I’m coming!” I moaned and he dropped the ice and
wrapped his arms around my, kissing me passionately while I
orgasmed
.
I could feel him climaxing with me and our bodies
spasmed
in perfect rhythm with each other, deepening our experience and increasing our
pleasure. When at last we had finished and our pulses began to slow, Dimitri
untied my wrists, setting me free. I wrapped my arms around him and said, “Thank
you.”