Top Note

Chapter 30

Eriantha

The buzz of sex is worse than the buzz of alcohol...

I had read it somewhere, and now I could tell where the author was coming from. In a way I was happy that finally I had got rid of my v card, and that too with someone I chose, no matter the circumstances, had my father been there, I would have been simply tied down to one of his business acquaintances or may be worse one of those loan sharks. I didn't even want to think about it.

  When I had consented to have sex with Darcel in this marriage of convenience, I was rejoicing at the end of my virgin era, and there's no hiding that Darcel was a walking wet dream for every woman. It was me who was inexperienced and lacking, for he has had many beauties, there were no dating rumours though, but sometimes there would be morphed pictures coming out of his cars.
I wondered if one of them were in this car too, the one I am riding now. I shook away the thought, I had no right to even have such thoughts, it was his past and I am just his paper wife.

So, I had presumed it would be just mindless sex between us, that he had just agreed to sleep with me because we had agreed not to stray while we were upholding the contract.

Or may be he just took pity on you Eri.

I hushed my depreciating thoughts, because what I had expected didn't happen, I had thought that we would just have sex and then he would probably turn away, probably he wouldn't even like me, because I had no parameters to compare, but he had too many.

Boy oh boy!
only I would have known any better...

Darcel had fucked me rough and hard, but his touches were always gentle, he had marked me everywhere staking his claims, and I had a hard time concealing all those hickeys, the possesive alpha hole that he is, but he didn't hurt me.

What we had this morning was phenomenal, my mind was as blown up as my pussy, but what threw me off-guard was the way he treated me afterwards, Darcel had held me in his arms, whispering incessant praises, his grovelled up voice was like a sweet sedative. His warmth felt safe, like the home I had always yearned for years now,and, when he called me Nectar, and ran his nose on my throat, my stupid heart felt things I should never ever feel.

"Am I not looking handsome enough?"  Darcel caressed my exposed thighs from the long sleet of the cocktail dress, his eyes were on the road, one hand steadily holding the steering, and the other hand now lingering on me, sending electric signals down to my core.
I bit my lips reveling in his touch, I wondered what he would have done, had he not been driving by himself tonight, and regretted it somewhat. I am sure Darcel would have taken me here in the car itself, and I would have to make a detour to the powder room before entering the party.
"Asks the one whom the camera loves? I wonder which business magazine would have you on their cover this month." I said, earning a chuckle from him. Darcel looked like a top notch model in his midnight blue suit, his silver grey tie was complementing my silver dress. He exuded confidence and intimidation, and it did things to me I had  never felt before.
He shook his head, "Then perhaps I don't look good as per my wife's taste? Because, you keep thinking about someone else. And here I thought that I should take extra care in looking handsome so that you couldn't take your eyes off me at the party."
Was he really being grumpy for this?

I fought hard to stifle my laughter but failed, "it's not that Darcel"
"Darce" He rectified right away, "You will call me that no matter where we are."
"Hey you know I can't do that, when we are at work or outside" I was stunned by his peculiar command.
"Why?" He cupped my face, "You are my wife Eriantha, you can call me whatever..." His gaze was intense, and it burnt me with venereal desires which were so hard to subdue.
"Eyes on the road Sir" I said cutting off our moment.
"It's only appropriate I call you Mr.Karwitz when we are at work. And I wasn't thinking about anyone else. It's just the party, you know, I am not a part of this circle.I wonder if I would fit in..." I lied to him looking outside the window, I hadn't given a single thought to the party so far, because  thoughts from this morning had held my mind hostage. It's true I am not as eloquent as Vivian is to this circle, however, I know most of them thanks to my father's pretentiousness.
"You will be the most gorgeous woman out there, none of them can even stand beside you Nectar. They are all plastic, fake, you are ethereal baby." He squeezed my knee in order to give some assurance, but my treacherous body yearned for more, wetness pooled into my folds, my nipples were already hardened, thanks to the inbuilt cups of this dress, they were well concealed.
I glanced at the rearview mirror, smoky eyes, hot pink lips, perfect makeup, a sleak straight pony tail resting against an expensive silver dress which was slit along the torso exposing them completely, and another long gaping slit along my right leg.
"You know this isn't me, this is Julia's vision of me, and she did a marvelous job. But this is definitely not me." I suddenly felt emotional and pity for the girl who had almost staked her everything to become the wife of Darcel Karwitz.
His fingers were stealthily moving over my lacy thong, which he slid slightly to dip his fingers into my wetness, his touch was a sacrilege and the moan which escaped my throat, a proof of the raw arousal building inside me. I had no clue, how we would get past this evening without  him banging me in one of the resting chambers at the party.
Darcel took his time in languidly exploring my folds, making me twist and gasp buckled in my seat.
"Darce... Please. Not here..." I mewled but to no avail, when he finally let me go, carefully pulling the thong back in its place, I had already came in his fingers. He licked off my lewd wetness from his fingers and took extra time in sucking the thumb which had by now became best friends with my clits.
"It's totally you Eriantha, and I would probably give Julia a half day off for her help on the last moment. But it's not just her skills, it's my wife who looks extraordinarily gorgeous, whether she's wearing her usual shorts, a dress like this or nothing but just my marks on her body."