Fire of My Loins

Chapter 1

It was over, another party well done. There were wine glasses all over and I could still hear the laughter in all the rooms of the now empty mansion.
"Lana"
I turned around to face Peter, his slicked hair was still perfect and his cologne made my heart quiver. He was dazzling in every way, even more so as he wrapped his arms around me carrying me to his bedroom.
"Peter, are you sure you want to do this?,"I whispered. He chuckled and on his bed, his hot whiskey breath filled my breath with every kiss he placed on my lips. It was like this on most nights after parties. Peter got drunk and made me his slave.
I couldn't resist it, I could feel his fingers unzipping my dress and his other hand pulling my hair back. I winced and felt my skin crawl as his kisses went from my mouth to my neck. It was intoxicating, I wanted to pull away but he only held me tighter. My hands found his collar and automatically unbuttoned it, almost tearing the cotton fabric.
"How do you want it tonight?"
His breaths grew heavy as he fumbled to unzip his pants, but that didn't stop his already growing bulge to press against my hips. I could feel myself already becoming hot and by the feel of it wet. His now naked body pinned my down, my fingers traced the river bed of his spine. Then reaching up to his muscular shoulder wrapped my bare legs around his pelvis. Peters alcohol stained lips drove me mad as he pressed his lips against mine and his hands squeezed my breasts. His fingers rolling gently over the nipple like a pearl and his hands the oyster. A soft moan escaped my lips and his erection motioned up and down over my clitoras. I was loosing myself with this moment and the drinks seeping through me made it even wilder. Peter gripped my hip and stroked himself before slipping it in. I could hear his moans and all I felt was the thrusting of his erection inside me. My finger nails dug into his back as he hiked my leg upon his shoulder, his dick reaching further inside me. I couldn't take it, I moaned and let myself go. This lust washed me over and took me to the point I couldn't control myself. Peter flipped me over so that I straddled him. I sat a top him, motioning so his erection went in and out of me, taking me closer to my climax. His hands reaching up to massage my breasts only made it come faster. My whole body trembled as the orgasm rushed through me. Another tug at my hair and I was off him lowered to his pelvis, my lips and tongue savoring his taste. He moaned and held my hair as I finished him off with every flick of my wet tounge. It was so bitter sweet that by the end we were both panting, laying there naked in his giant bed, and the silk covers barely covering anything. I didn't even remember falling asleep.
Silence filled the mansion as my eyes fluttered open and the warm sum kissed my skin. I could still feel Peters body next to mine but like very other morning, he was already gone. He was always gone by the time I awoke. I ran a tired hand through my long brown hair and made my way to the shower. My eyes filled with sadness, I never did like being alone. It was always the same, Peter was always gone when I needed him most. He prefers his other women than me. The warm water ran down my naked body and the sound of the water drops kept me from realizing I was crying. There was going to be another party tonight. I could already see the large amounts of cocaine And whiskey Peter was going to bring. I gagged at the wreak of my whiskey breath and didn't want to think about the party again. Maybe tonight I can were her mermaid dress with the imported lace from France as well as my new diamonds. I felt a smile form on my lips and remembered that day he gave then to me. A white gold necklace embedded with lots of diamonds, big ones and little ones. That's all I need, Peter and his love. He was nothing compared to others, though selfish he did anything for me. Everything but say he loves me.