Angel & Ace

Burdens Of The Rich & Beautiful

My heart raced maddeningly inside my chest. I was excited and anxious to see her again. My day was tedious, and all my mind allowed me to think of was her. I couldn't even finish my line editing for Poroele, who was paying me handsomely to finish his manuscript ASAP.
   I thought about everything from the previous night at Roveretta's. Everything about her. The way she tasted, the way she moved, the glint in her eyes. Her voice was imbedded in my brain like a siren. It was driving me mad and the need to know her was great.
   I picked out a black t-shirt to match my stylishly ripped jeans, and shrugged on a grey jacket. My house wasn't far from Roveretta's so I walked. The air was bitter around me freezing my nose almost instantly and my breath came out like smoke. There were plenty of pedestrians on the side walk, maneuvering their way through. I think they made it less cold than it would be if I were alone on the sidewalk. I enjoyed the streets on New York in the midst of winter. It was a sight to behold.
   "Table for two. Secluded." I requested from the young women with fair skin and dark hair. Her name tag read Olivia, which I thought suited her physically. She led me through the dark, red-lit dining room where couples- and even those happy singles- sat amongst each other talking about their days. It was romantic. Usually, the lights were brighter so it was as if fate pitied me, must've figured I could use the boost. We arrived at a far corner in the back where there was a red round booth and a black oak table. A large window was behind and it gave a view of the dark snowy streets. New York was beautiful around this time of year, picturesque.
   "Thank you, this is perfect," much more intimate than the last time when we were centered in the middle of the room. I wanted this time to be better than the last, and every moment after this; better.
   When Sutton stepped inside she looked even more beautiful than the night before. Her hair tumbled down in shiny waves past her shoulders and when she shrugged off her coat- exposing her body- my heart plummeted to my stomach.
   She was dressed in a backless, sleeveless, hollowed out, O-neck chain bondage dress that didn't leave much to the imagination. It was glimmering with glitter and the chains that held the dress up were glinting and silver, almost like diamonds— perhaps they were. The dress exposed no cleavage but she was clearly braless. I tried not to stare at her full breasts, but as she closed in her nipples constricted, poking against the thin fabric. Her stomach was toned and tight beneath the white dress and I ached to know every inch of her body.
   She stood before me and I struggled to form a sentence. Instead, I slipped my hand above her derrière— pulling her flush against me— and kissing each of her cheeks, lingering too long. Her skin was smooth and warm beneath my hand and if we were alone I might've even tried to dip it lower. Her scent smelled like what I'd imagine heaven to smell like... sweet rich and edible. Anything that smelled that good had to be heaven sent.
   I tried my best to ignore her pebbled nipples straining against me, and for a moment I imagined us both in the nude. A intense sensation coursed through me and my breathing hitched involuntarily.
   "You trying to give me a heart attack?" I muttered into her ear, my tone darker and huskier than anticipated.
   "Oh, well thank you. Such a nice compliment." She teased sweetly. I couldn't let go. Not yet. She gazed up at me with her beautiful blue eyes and I fell in. Losing myself in her.
   "God, you're so beautiful, you know that?" I whispered, looking down at her. She curved her lips alluringly.
   "Well if I didn't before..." she teased.
   I chuckled, and rested my free hand on her neck, awaiting permission. Her eyes fell to my lips and she let out a breath.
   "Please, Tobias..." she pleaded, feeding a part of me I never even knew was there.
   I dipped my head down and captured her soft lips with my own. I sucked at her bottom lip, earning a moan from her. It stirred everything inside me. Her piquant tongue dipped into my mouth urgently, taking me by surprise. We tasted each other, and for a moment we didn't feel like strangers at all. I felt like I'd been waiting my entire life for her, for this. I felt her shiver against me and my John poked at her through my pants. When I released her we were both breathless.
   "Well, you were right, Tobias, that was some kiss." Her voice was soft and low, she sounded dazed and that made me grin. We slid in the booth, meeting in the middle, and did what we had the night before; gazed at each other. It wasn't awkward or weird, I rather enjoyed it. I enjoyed her company. She was so close but yet I didn't want to touch her. Not yet.
   "I thought a lot about you today." She admitted. "While my father was going on and on about something-or-other, my mind drifted to you. How 'bout that?" She touched her lips again and sipped at the wine the waiter left for us. I licked my lips and let the sensation inside my body pass. She'd thought about me.
   Me.
   "Oh yeah? What about?" She leaned forward, crossing her legs and resting her chin on her palm.
   "Comment vous pourriez goûter dans ma gorge." I nearly choked. The way the risqué, explicit words rolled right off of her tongue was arousing. Her French accent was flawless, and rich. She shocked me, and now I badly wanted to feel her throat around my dick as she so eagerly said. I came within inches of her face and I felt her lips with my thumb. She dipped her tongue out slightly to lick me and we locked eyes, the tension thick and suffocating.
   "What a naughty little mouth you have..."
  The waiter headed toward us, and Sutton leaned back; her eyes never leaving my own. I knew exactly what I wanted to order for us before coming tonight.
  "I'm ordering for us, is that alright?" I asked, my hands folded on the table and my eyes on hers. All she managed was a nod. I ordered and made sure to stick to simple foods, for when I fed her I didn't want to make a mess. She tucked her hair behind her ear, bit into her lip, and brushed her leg against mine sending adrenaline pumping through my veins, directly to my erect cock.
   "That innocent look you've got. It drives me crazy." A sly smile took over her lips and she watched me attentively. "Tell me something about yourself, Sutton." Her blue irises darkened, and her pupils dilated slightly, I knew then that I affected her as much as she affected me.
   "Well, there's not much to know-"
   "I find that very hard to believe." I interrupted shamelessly. She ran her polished finger along the rim of her glass and her other hand was safely between her clenched highs, somewhere I wanted to be desperately. I wanted to run my hand through her thick dark waves, as well, but held myself together.
   "Just ask me something, Tobias, what would you like to know?" She was avoiding telling me too much and that intrigued me further. It was as if she couldn't say too much and she didn't want to slip up and say something wrong. I didn't care about any of that. I just wanted to know her. Truly.
   "Well, for starters, how young are you?" I sipped my wine and picked at the garlic bread in the basket.
   "I'm twenty today." I halted all movements and stared at her. She was so young, I'd assumed she was but I didn't think...
   "You're kidding." She shook her head.
   "Nope." She said, letting her lips pop. I was dumbstruck, and felt a little idiotic for assuming she was older.
   "You look surprised." I cleared my throat and scratched at my beard.
   "I am." I was confused after everything she'd said yesterday; how was she helping run a business when she was barely out of highschool? She rolled her eyes which irritated me.
   "Don't. I'm surprised, I didn't say it was a dealbreaker." I explained to her. This made her much more interesting, she's done things with her life- with her career- at such a young age.
   "And here I thought this wasn't a date." She replied with a sexy smirk.
   "Oh, Angel, it's very much a date. Happy birthday." The smile that overtook her was beautiful and bashful. Her cheeks warmed to a nice hot rose color and I couldn't help but run my thumb over her flawless skin.
   "So your father, what's his name?" She scrutinized me, using her wine as a distraction. She licked her luscious lips when she was through and ran her fingers through her thick dark hair.
   "Why?" She asked, guarded. I was taken aback, getting to know someone included small questions such as this one. But for some reason it was a hard limit.
   "I just... I'm sorry-, I didn't think it a big deal." I wasn't sure what I was apologizing for. I didn't know what questions she was or wasn't comfortable with, and I couldn't help but wonder what it was that made her so uncomfortable?
   She sighed, deciding to let me off the hook, "Alvaro." It was an intimidating name, no doubt, but he couldn't be that bad. He just seemed hard on her.
   "He seems hard on you, just by the way you talk about him."
   "He is. He's beyond strict, controlling, demanding, and he's condescending. I guess when you're connected and wealthy it makes you paranoid and..." she trailed off, realizing she was allowing herself to vent. "Nevermind him. What about you?" I guessed getting her to spill that much meant I was lucky. Her guard had towering walls.
   "My father's name is Eddy, my mother's name is Lucinda, and my younger sister's name is Laura. My dad can be tough but he means well and my mother and sister are sweet, I told you I'm boring." She giggled.
   "Hardly." The waiter returned with our meal and I took hers before she had the chance. She giggled.
   "What're you doing?" She wondered.
   "I'd like to feed you." I said, my tone nor a question or a demand.
   "Do you do that with all your dates?"
   "No, not usually right away." It's a control thing. She looked to be contemplating it. 
   "Fine," she sighed.
   "Your mother?" I went on to ask.
   "My mothers' name was Vanessa, nobody talks much about her." She sounded small and fragile, a young girl who just missed her mother.
   "How long?"
   "Eight years ago." I reached for her hand and squeezed.
   "I think she'd have been proud of you." She waved it off and sipped her wine.
   "Enough about me. What're you working on these days?" I drew back and raked my hand through my hair before twirling a spoonful of pasta and feeding it to her. She hesitated, probably never having been fed before. I liked that she felt a bit helpless unable to feed herself, but I just wanted her to worry about talking. Her mouth opened and I enjoyed the way it looked.
   "I'm nearly through with a book I've been editing for a couple months, the author is persistent and wants it done ASAP so he can go ahead and publish." She looked genuinely interested, and I didn't understand why. My job was fairly boring, I enjoyed it, but not many others did.
   "Where do you work?"
   "Silva Publishing House."
   "They published a book last year, oh jeez, I forget what it was called. About the zombies, and the girl who falls in love with one!" She was ecstatic and engaged, I enjoyed her wide smile and shining teeth, I enjoyed the dimples that appeared when she smiled big enough.
   "Unbeating Hearts, by Carla Enders. That was a page turner. I overseen that project. Carla's Delightful." Sutton's eyes grew wide in excitement, and I brushed some sauce off her lip and sucked it off my own thumb. I liked watching her tremble with excitement, I liked I excited her. She bit into her lip, eyeing my mouth.
   "How can you say you have a boring life when you meet creators everyday?" This made me smile.
   "I guess just compared to you, I am." She gazed into my eyes and let go of a breath.
   "My life sucks, Tobias. It's glamorous, fast paced, cutthroat, and dizzying. Sometimes it's too much to bear. Keeping up appearances and doing everything right and getting chastised if I do the slightest thing wrong. Mostly though, it's doing things I don't want to." A look overcame her features I couldn't describe. For a moment she was deep in thought. "Don't take your life for granted, on the outside looking in this seems fun. I'm here to tell you, it's anything but." Such a wise young women, of course, this only made me that much more curious about her life.
   "Why are you going into business with your father than? Why not go your own route?" I wondered. If she hated her life so much why didn't she just change it? It seemed simple but I'm guessing it wasn't. She had responsibilities, a pressing family, an errant father.
   "Maybe one day. But that day is far away and long out of my reach. My father would track me down," she lifted her glass. "He'd probably kill me." She laughed, sipping the rest of the wine. The comment made me uneasy, and I instantly became stiff and protective. I fed her again, enjoying her soft groan of appreciation for the delicious food. "I'm joking, of course, but he'd be furious. He'd derail me, sabotage me-"
   "He'd really do that?" I asked, the relaxed, calmness I harbored a moment ago, gone. Vanished. My eyebrows furrowed in attentiveness and slight frustration.
   "Yes. I'm the only heir. That means it's up to me and when he's gone, I'm in charge. And I'm a women, and my family is quite traditional, which means I can't run. I'll be even more powerful, with more voice than my father ever did. Women in my family for generations have gotten more respect than the men. I guess we run the business better." I didn't know what to take of this, so I'd process it with time. I wanted to ask what business her father was in but something stopped me.
   Instead I asked, "If you could run, where would you go? What would you do?" I fed her again, clearing her plate quickly. Her hands trembled, wanting to pick up a fork and feed herself, but she didn't. Maybe she enjoyed surrendering this small thing.
   "An island. The beach. Far away, where no one could find me. I always wanted to be a wedding planner, or event planner. I even thought awhile about being a regular bookstore clerk," she snickered a little at that. "Sounds stupid."
   "No, not at all."
   "I must sound so spoiled. I have all the finer things in life, and I don't even want it. Well, I want some of it, but most of it I could do without." I removed a tendril of her hair and couldn't help my fingers from touching her.
   "You don't sound spoiled. You sound like you're drowning." She peered at me through her long curly eyelashes, and without hesitation I lifted her chin with my finger. Forcing her to look directly at me.
   "You're very... perceptive... and, different." She said, eyeing me as if she were trying to see inside me. I gave her a smirk, and kissed her cheek, hearing her exhale as if she'd been waiting for me, holding her breath doing so. I felt a need to assure her of my desire to have her, for I fear she thought I didn't. I'd withheld my touch, which she was squirming for.
   "You have no idea how much I'm holding back right now, Sutton. You are sexy, and so goddamn beautiful," I whispered in her ear, my lips nearly touching her, my own breath shallow. I let my hand rest on her warm thigh, and she shuddered beneath my touch, moaning oh-so-quietly. Her responsiveness astounded me, she hadn't had relief in awhile. "When's the last time someone touched you, Sutton?" I made small circles with my finger on her thigh, holding her focus. The only sound or movement coming from her that of her shaky breath and rapidly raising chest.
   "P-please, go further." She pleaded, pushing her back flush against the booth, straining herself. She wanted me so badly, and she was begging me for it. I glanced around, we were secluded, alone. Too far in the back for anyone to notice.
   "Answer my question, Sutton." I demanded, my natural instincts bubbling to the surface. I needed to calm down, she was still a stranger and not mine to possess. She withdrew a breath, biting into her lip.
   "Never. My life's far too complicated. My father-" I didn't give her a chance to say more. My mouth was on hers and my fingers found her heat. I slid my hand over her wet lacy thong and a growl escaped my throat. She was so sweet, and wet for me. Me. I had this young, successful, powerful, women wet and pleading for me. She moaned in my mouth when I massaged her bundle of nerves and my cock was painfully erect. I ripped through her lace, and lapped her wet juices. She was burning hot, waiting patiently.
   "Any boyfriends?" I questioned, swirling my finger around her hardening clit. She whimpered into my mouth.
   "Never." To think of Sutton in high school, unable to date because of her overly protective father, further paints the picture. She's always been the forbidden fruit, never able to rebel and always doing what was told of her. She's caged. It further begs the question: will she free herself for me?
   I withdrew my hand, and licked my fingers greedily, my eyes never straying from hers. Her cheeks heated, returning to that beautiful dark crimson. I wanted her so frustrated with her sexual desires that once I had her she'd be begging.
   She straightened out her dress, flustered and squirming. "H- how about you?"
   "My last girlfriend was serious, but it didn't pan out." She sipped her drink and I finally began eating. Thankfully, my food was still warm.
   "Why not?" I sighed, not wanting to think about Arielle, but I wanted to get to know Sutton, which went both ways. She had to learn to trust me, I depended on it.
   "She-, wanted more. I wasn't enough." This time Sutton caressed my cheek. Her small palm brushing my beard. The gesture took me by surprise, but I enjoyed it. I liked her random show of affection.
   "She was a fool, and I'm sure she'll regret it in the end." I took her hand and kissed her palm.
   "Thank you."