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It's one a.m and as always I can't sleep. Why is this burdening me? I constantly overthink, I don't understand why I feel like this. I hate this feeling. And why the hell were they two together? Why didn't he look for me these last three days? Did he even think about me? Do his words have any value? Why invite me to go to the art exhibit if his intention was to give his ticket away? Am I selfish to want him to spend time with me? It has barely been a week since my arrival at the hotel, and since I met him, albeit I want to have him close, I want him around all the time. I... want him all the time.
Yesterday, I saw him swim for the first time. His tanned muscular body was wet, and his slightly hairy chest made me wish I could touch him. I imagine his skin to be rough on the touch, but it gets softer the more you touch it. His hands look strong, and his grip could break a stone in two. I can't deny that I would like to have his masculine hands all over my body, grip on my skin, cage me, and manhandle me a little bit...maybe slap my butt like the characters of the lewd stories I read late at night. Just the thought makes me shiver. Maybe also choke me just a little, put his fingers in my mouth, and then... down there to...my mild flower.
My thoughts become darker more... sexual. My heart is beating so fast up my chest, and all I can think about is him. I wonder how he might tastes with those strawberry lips of his, how good it would feel to be touched by him, how he would fuck me. My hands move on their own. One moves up to my chest, caressing one breast, another one nears my mouth so my index and middle finger can wet themselves with my hot saliva. My eyes are closed as a sensual and primal need invades my veins and fogs my mind. I need him. I want him. It's so embarrassing to admit, but my body is telling me this, every fibre of my being talks and directs all my thoughts to the tall, bearded man. I imagine how his big body would feel over mine, how sweet his weight would push me deeper into this mattress. My two wet fingers move lower, passsing my soft chest, over my belly to my chore. I slowly spread my legs and my sex twitches as I visualise how he would do it to me. With my pinky, I fastly remove my panties, I don't care where they land as I get rid of them. I just need to touch myself to feel that sweet relief brush over me.
Oh, Ari Levinson, what are you doing to me!
My mind has a command for me.
Touch it, touch it, touch it.
It's too late to disobey when I moan at the slightest touch of my puffy button. I caress it playing with it like an instrument, so skillfully and impatient. It feels so good, and the thought of him is so sweet. I want him, I need him. In this moment, I would even settle at the idea of being 'one of his girls' just so I can get intimate with him.
Oh yes! It feels so good!
I visualise him licking me while playing with my nipple. His tongue on my most delicate flesh tasting me and giving that sweet release I crave so much. He's probably really big down there and I know that with just one thrust of his hips he would make me cum immediately. But now I want his lips on mine, I want him to talk to me with his deep voice. I touch myself faster, I feel it I'm so close, just one more lap with my fingers and I cum.
My legs tremble, my torso spasms, but my fingers don't stop. I press my clit and I feel more pleasure I press it again and I'm satiated. This feeling, this ecstasy, this excitement... Haven't felt this alive in a while. So sweet. I smile as the universe shows itself to me. This is better than anything I've ever done before. I'm addicted. My body wants more, my mind is whispering to me to do it one more time, just one more time. Just one more.
A knock on the door gets me back on planet Earth, but the rush is still in me. I'll deal with this later. I try to stir up my night gown before opening the door. It will probably be one of the many employees...
But, as I open the door my torment is ready to speak.
"Hi." I'm about to slam the door when he speaks up again. I just want to hide myself. My heart is beating so fast. I'm scared he might hear it.
"Let me explain." I can't bring myself to look at him. I'm so mortified.
"You have five minutes, not a second more." My voice comes out hoarse, and I attempt to stay mad at him for a little longer.
"I was really upset, in full rage. I gave the ticket to Ntabi since my bad mood would have ruined your day. I didn't give it up because I don't like your presence-"
"Well, your friend is definitely entertaining you, so why even bother to come up here..." I mutter, crossing my arms on my chest. It hurts so bad to remember that I'm not even a choice to him.
"Janine, she... I like to spend time with you, I do, and I want to keep on doing this for as long as you stay here." Why am I not even a choice?
"Why? So I can be 'one of your girls'?" I mock him, rolling my eyes.
"What?!" He shakes his head in disbelief.
"I won't join your harem if that's what you're trying -" Good now, I'm pissed.
"Harem?" Why do you look surprised, Ari Levinson? Isn't it an open secret?
"Yeah, I've heard you've got many women." I take a step back.
"Which is a lie. I used to, but I'm in a much better place now. Janine and I are-" I already hate her name.
"I don't care." I'm furious.
"Right. I hope I've apologised properly and that you'll accept my offer to have lunch with me tomorrow by the sea." He leaves after bidding me goodnight. I slam my door. Does he seriously think that I will fall for it again?
Why is he messing up my head? Why can't I just let go? I don't understand. Why do I feel sad seeing him leaving? Was I too harsh on him? I just want to protect myself. These thoughts fill my mind throughout the night. I can barely fall asleep.
As the sun rays enter my room, I groan, hoping to have more time to sleep. I eventually fall asleep at eight o'clock but wake up three hours later. I'm unrequited, and I start to suspect that Ari might be the main cause of my unrestness.
Under the shower, I contemplate the idea of accepting his invitation to today's lunch and I make up my mind seeing this as the only option to end this frustration.
My eyes look swollen, and wearing glasses seems the only option to step out of this room. I wear one of my numerous sundresses, but this one is a soft shade of red with a cute belt to give justice to my figure. Before exiting the door, I spray a little bit of perfume.
As I open the door, I'm startled by one of the many employees who work here.
After the frightening encounter I catch my breath and hear him out.
"Mr. Levinson sent a car to pick you up. The driver is in the hall waiting for you, miss." He simply says.
"Yeah, uhm, thank you." I will probably never forget this encounter and the little ridiculous jump I did when he scared me.
There is a guy that looks like a driver. He is dressed like one, so I introduce myself, and he confirms my thesis.
The ride is silent and lasts about fifteen minutes. The driver is really skilled and a really talkative man. I engage in small conversations with him, and he seems genuine and funny.
From my car window, the water is really fresh and the air smells really good, clean.
I get to the restaurant, the place is really nice with walls of shades of blues and whites and seashells all over it. There are not many people around, and it's easy for me to find him. He's sitting, and the wind caressing his hair makes him look wilder. He's already sitting at a table smoking what looks like a cigarette. I didn't know he smoked cigarettes. I always see him smoking his endless cigars, well when I used to see him at night after dinner.
But Lord, he's so sexy. He sees me. I get closer.
"Got anxious, thought you might have refused my invitation." He speaks as he gets up from his chair. He puts out his cigarette and throws it in the ashtray
He pulls a chair for me to sit. He's not a brute, after all. I sit and adjust on the chair until I'm comfortable.
"Well, I was hungry." I mutter. I don't want to remove my glasses, I'll keep them on. Ari, on the contrary, removes them and tucks them in his pocket of his shirt.
"So you came for the food?" He seems amused. His ocean eyes, I could drown right now.
"And to hear you apologise to me one more time." I enjoy having this little crumb of power he lets me keep.
He smirks. I check the menu, albeit he's fast to interrupt me.
"I took the trouble to order some of the many local specialities. You're gonna love them." There is it, his smile, his beautiful, charming smile. I gulp. Hopefully, he didn't notice.
We have an exquisite lunch with fresh sea food accompanied by some light white wine. We don't talk much, but the silence is not a burden. The sound of the waves is our soundtrack throughout our luchtime together. As I finish eating, I look at the sea, thinking about what might come next.
"Thought all night about you." He wipes his mouth with a white and blue cotton tissue.
I look at him, not sure what to answer.
"Must have been a nuisance." I direct my eyes back to the sea.
"And then I asked myself why would you get mad like that. And the ticket misunderstanding is still not a sufficient reason." I raise my eyebrow finally meeting his eyes.
"Sherlock, you might have fried your brain." I scoff.
"You're jealous." He seems more than sure of this accusation.
"Of whom?" This might be fun.
"Of my phantomatic harem." I try not to drop my mug, but I can't deny that these words have an effect on me.
"Why would I?" I take my glass of wine to drink a little more.
"You want to know what the hype is all about." He's flirtatious with those blue orbs. Two beautiful blue words watching every move of mine.
"No, I don't." I'm so thirsty right now. I press my index's fingernails on my middle one. It usually helps me when it comes to moments like these.
"Yes, you do. You push this strict facade so you can hide the burning fire within you. I heard you last night, moaning so sweetly. I bet everyone heard you." I want to hide in the deepest corner of this world and never come back again. This revelation will be my death. I didn't even realise.. I couldn't imagine I was that loud. Oh God, this toe-curling moment will scar me for the rest of my life.
"Than there's this thing that you do with your finger, you cross them and press your nail in your index cuticle so you can keep lying to me, but mostly to yourself, isn't it?" He keeps on talking, winning over me.
"You've been with only one man, a jack-a-dandy like the many your life of balls and banquets pullulates with." I need to move the focus of our discussion.
"So, are you bashing me for being with just a man?" This will do it.
"On the contrary. Bet he didn't even get the job done, didn't please you enough." This is too much. I can't stay her anymore.
"I'm afraid I don't want to engage myself in this conversation anymore." Abruptly, I get up from my chair and collect my pochette.
He gets up and stops me by gripping my wrist. So this is how his touch feels like.
"Tonight, I'll come to your room and fuck the bon ton out of you." He looks serious, dominant and menacing.
"Are you threatening me, Mr. Levinson?" My voice trembles.
"I'm just telling you our plans for tonight." He's still gripping my wrist. I gulp again.
"And what makes you think that I will give myself to you?" His other hand pushes my shoulder to make me sit down.
I can't seem to find the strength to oppose him. I bite my lower lip.
"You will find no peace in reading, showering, or even horseback riding. You need to be pleased. The light in your room is switched on even at the most ungodly hours, bet you need someone to fuck you to sleep." Hiw cab he say these things with such a straight face?!
"Didn't ask to spy on me." I can't look at him. Not when be talks like that.
"I can't sleep either, you torment me, you're my harrow, the most beautiful sadistic torture nature has ever created. They made you so beautiful and unreachable as a payback for all my wrongdoing." He's a lustful man.
Confessing these perverted thoughts as if they were romantic. How shameless!
"If I'm unreachable, then why even try to get close to me?" My observation seems to strike a nerve.
"For the same reason Icarus tried to reach for the Sun." Man of culture, I see.
"Because you're arrogant?"
"Never denied it. But it's mostly because you lure me."
"Either way, Icarus flew too close to the Sun, fell into the sea, and drowned." I point out.
"I can swim." Smug son of a bitch. I can't deny that it was smooth. He raises a hand, and a waiter comes to our table with the check.
"Here's the check, Mr. Levinson." He takes it and extracts his wallet.
"I have a meeting in twenty minutes, my driver will take you back to the hotel." He gets closer to me. I immediately get up.
"See you tonight, Sunshine. I'm looking forward to it." He kisses one of my cheeks and holds briefly both my hands.
I see him take his walled and check to go to pay for our lunch. One of my palms goes to caress where he has just kissed me.
His lips are so soft and warm. I close my eyes, trying to let this moment last a little long to revive the closeness I just experienced some seconds ago.
What is this man doing to me?!
I get back to the hotel, and just as I'm about to enter the elevator, none other than Janine steps inside.
Why me God? Why do I have to be in your yearly list of strongest soldiers?!
"So, sunshine." She speaks. But who does she think she is to call me that?!
"Not even a week and banging the owner already, uh?! Thought I was a slut, but you girl, you might be the first upperclass whore I see."
I don't answer her provocation. I want nothing to do with this woman, not now nor ever. She smiles at me and then exits the elevator.
The day passes, and I get to see Janine leaving with her luggage as I head to the pool area.
Her and Ari are probably on bad terms and have eneded what they had. I actually don't care...right? Anyway is none of my business.
I read my new book about the local tribes and their traditions. It's fascinating how their knowledge of plants and their varied application was one of the oldest in the world and that the impact they have guaranteed longevity to all the members of the tribes. Their diplomatic capabilities should be studied in schools since it definetly change the way we intend politics.
As I submerge myself more and more in my book and the amazing discoveries tingle my brain, the sun starts to go down, and dinner time is closer second by second.
I have dinner with Ntaka and Siddarth, since Ntabi is at her village.
After dinner, I head to my bedroom, my heart pounds so strongly and loundly in my chest I fear it might explode. Ari could come in one minute or another.
I don't even know if I really want this, I'm scared deep down. But I know that I'd I don't give it a try I might spend another night sleepless night.
A knock in the door wakes me from my thoughts. I brush the palm of my hands on my dress and breathe before opening the door.
"Miss, I have a box for you." It's not Ari, but one of his employees handing me a red box with a pretty white ribbon adorning it.
I thank him, and I wonder who might have sent me this box and what it might contain inside. I delicately drop the box on my bed and attentively remove the cute ribbon. A white letter falls as I open the top and I pick to read it.
'For my Sunshine. See you at eleven eleven.'
It's definitely from Ari. There is no doubt. I inspect the box just to find out that there is a lingerie set in it, a cute red set with stockings and all. I pick up the small thong, and I'm actually surprised how fine it is. Will I fit in this?
I smell the set, and it smells like it has been cleaned. There is a robe as well, and it's...sheer. How can I cover my body with this?!
I leave everything on the bed before I start to pace back and forth in my room. Should I keep going on with this, or should I stop before it even begins?
The set is really beautiful, and this shade of red will look perfect on me, I'm not going to lie. Maybe I should try it, and if I don't like it, I'm just gonna give it back to him. Seems fair, in the end this is a gift for me, it would be unpolite to just discard it without even trying and from the material it looks really expensive.
I start with the stockings carefully not to breach a hole in them, as I finish, I put the thong on in one swift motion. Next, it's time for the corset decorated with small roses. To conclude, I put the sheer robe on and a pair of my most expensive Louboutins.
I check myself in the mirror, careful not to break an ankle.
I've been really harsh with myself in the past, but I have to admit it, I look really good. Ari has good taste. This set hugs my physic perfectly. I turn around on myself, and I get a glimpse of my bottom, I look...good.
Suddenly, the door of my room opens, revealing the Ari Levinson. I check the clock on the wall, and it's eleven eleven. I close my robe, but it's useless he can see everything since it's sheer.
"I-I was just trying it out... I" I don't know why I feel the need to apologise, but I do it nevertheless.
"You look... Incredible. Breathtaking." He gets closer, and as he does so, my desire grows more and more. His eyes are dark, I'm just a prey under his gaze. I feel so small. He goes behind me, I have goosebumps all over my body. He doesn't even touch me, but I'm burning up already. He sniffs my neck and lays his hands on my waist.
"You're still in time to say no to me. Just one word and I'll leave." What is it? He's rubbing his member on me. My panties are getting wet, I've never been this excited ever.
"Or, you can go and lock the door." I'm going crazy.
