Page 101 of Stanton Adore

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Natasha

As Katy Perry’s velvety voice sings the seductive words to ‘Dark Horse’, the addictive sexy music fills the room and my senses through the sound system.

We start dancing to the sensual words that are being sung. OK, how did I end up in an exclusive hotel? In what is definitely no celebration dinner. This is a planned seduction, and you know what? It’s working. I’m totally seduced. This beautiful man dancing sexily up to me, grinding against me and pulling me onto his erection in a black dinner suit. His erotic demanding kisses and the pure dominance in his stance have me begging to be part of his kink world, begging to please him.

The words are hypnotic…applying just to us. The beat turning me inside out.

He keeps our hips dancing to the slow beat. His eyes penetrate mine as his hands gently start to move up my legs, lifting my dress for the cameras. He runs his finger along the garter strap as he rests his lips on my temple. He twirls me around suddenly to the music and I laugh out loud. His lips are on me again, his teeth grazing my neck as his arousal level amps up a couple of notches. He lifts one of my legs and hooks it around his hip. I find I am holding my breath as I feel a rush of cream to my core and my nipples harden under his expert hands. His hand rubs from my knee up to my behind and he grabs it hard, grinding himself onto me. His pupils are dilated, and his mouth is open. He cracks his neck. My eyes drop to his lips.

He turns me so my back is to his front and he continues the slow circular hip sway. I could come from just this. This man is the maestro of seduction. His hands caress my breasts and follow my body and he gently starts to lift my dress. He kisses my neck and whispers into my ear.

“Watch.” My eyes drift to the screen before us and I am openly shocked at just how hot we look. His arousal level is off the charts, I can see it in his eyes. Not surprisingly, I look like I am about to burst into orgasm at any second. I can see through my lace panties and my thigh-highs as he lifts my dress. He raises my arms, so they are around his neck behind me as his hands drift up and down my body, each time lifting my dress and exposing my lingerie just that little bit more to the cameras. I can feel the pulse between my legs as I watch the two of us in IMAX erotically dance in time to this sexy music. The song finishes and starts again, and I smile as realization hits that it is on repeat. He bends at the knees, so he is lower than me, and opens my legs to the cameras, slowly sliding his hands up my inner thighs.

“I’m aching for my precious girl,” he whispers into my ear. “I

need to be inside her.” He runs his fingertips over my lace panties and feels the shape of my most erotic core. “You’re so wet for me, baby…dripping. Do you know hard you make me?” He’s good alright.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” he whispers. My eyes flick to the screen and he runs his fingers around the rim of my garter belt and bites my neck hard. Oh shit, I don’t believe this. I whimper as an orgasm gently pulses through me. He kisses me passionately again and he turns and pushes me up against the wall.

“Fucking perfect,” he whispers. The orgasm fog temporarily lifts, and I think to myself, fucking embarrassing more like. I can’t believe I came without him even touching me. He steps back from me, still while moving his hips to the music. He’s such a good dancer. He gently starts to undo the bows of my dress one at a time. He is concentrating on the bows, looking down, and I pull his chin up to my face level. I need him to see what he means to me. His eyes meet mine and he stops what he is doing to put his hands on either side of my head on the wall.

“Do you know how much I fucking adore you?” he whispers, and tears fill my eyes. He speaks the truth. I can feel it. He doesn’t just adore me, he loves me. This isn’t a sleazy stick film we are making. This is a declaration of our love. My tears start to flow freely as I grab him by the face and kiss him with everything I have. I need him to know how much I desperately love him, how desperately I need him.

“Don’t cry, baby,” he whispers. “Just know that this is it for us.” He kisses me deeply. “We will never be apart again…I promise you.” I bite my bottom lip and smile as he gently wipes the tears with his thumbs from my eyes then releases me again to continue untying the bows. I come to an internal decision. You know what? If it’s kink my man wants, then it’s kink my man is going to get. He deserves my best and if he wants to watch this film again tomorrow and the day after that then so be it. Hell, he can put it on the national news for all I care.

We keep moving slowly, dancing erotically against each other.

My dress drops to the ground and I am standing before him in my corset, suspender belt, panties, stockings and stilettos. His eyes drop hungrily down the length of my body and once again he tics his jaw and cracks his neck. He grabs my hand and walks me back to the middle of the room where he pulls me into an embrace and gently starts to dance with me again, his hips demanding attention.

He is really moving to the beat now and I know for sure that every time I hear this song in the future, I will probably orgasm by picturing him just like this, dancing to this song. I reach up and start to undress him. I first remove his jacket and I throw it on the back of the lounge. Our hips are still swaying in time to the sensual beat. I slowly take off his tie and put it around my neck as I go in for a swipe with my tongue. He starts to lose control. I know he is tempering his arousal by sheer will alone. His hands grab my behind as he pulls me into his hard length and my eyes close at the contact. I remove his shirt and am rewarded by the sight of his ripped torso. My name branding his body. I bend to kiss his tattoo. He gently rubs the back of my hair and pulls me back up to a standing position.

“Not tonight,” he whispers. Huh, he doesn’t want my mouth on him…that’s different. Then I remember the cameras. He doesn’t want me giving him a head job on film and I fall just that bit deeper in love with him. Even in this he is thinking of me, putting my needs before his. He doesn’t want this to appear smutty. I undo his pants and he kicks off his shoes and removes his socks. I slowly peel him out of his pants and we gently start to sway to the music in sync with each other.

We keep dancing and I have lost track of how many times my new favorite song has played. Our kissing has turned desperate and I can tell just by his breathing how close he is to orgasm, his fingers digging desperately into my behind. My hands are clutching his head, dragging him down to me. His beautiful length is becoming painful against my stomach. I need him inside me. He turns me toward one of the cabinets along the wall. I know a camera is situated on top of it. He bends me over it, and I place my hands on top of it to hold myself up as he kisses my neck from behind. He drops to his knees behind me and slowly peels my panties down my legs. He pushes my torso forward and starts to gently lick me from behind. My mouth is open as he takes his time pleasuring me on his knees. I’m close again. Why am I so damn responsive to this god? Slowly he pushes two fingers into me with a twist of his hand and I groan and close my eyes. He starts to take over my body as he slowly fucks me with his fingers, each stroke stronger than the last. My hair is everywhere, and a sheen of perspiration covers our bodies.

His mouth is open on the small of my lower back, his breathing is labored and I know he’s going to come soon, very soon. I look up into the camera and he pushes me hard forward with his fingers and I throw my head back at the delightful sensation, my mouth falling slack. I look directly into the camera and mouth the words.

“I love you.”

The intoxicating rhythm of the beat sounds loud in our ears. I want him to watch this film and feel my euphoria at his touch, the depth of my love for him. I want him to have it on film as a silent witness. He twists his fingers again and I groan and fall into another intense orgasm. I am overtaken. I slump forward and he leans over me and pulls my hair over to one side of my neck and kisses my shoulder blade, his breath quivering. He needs me to take care of him. I turn and dive my tongue into his mouth and with renewed vigor I mouth the words to him.

“Get on your back.” His eyes bore into mine and dilate and his neck cracks. He takes my hand and leads me over to the double ottoman in the middle of the room, which I now realize is covered in a white sheet. I smile, this was his plan all along. He wants me to take him, dressed like this in my corset, suspender belt and stockings. I slowly peel his boxer shorts away and am greeted with his mouth-watering erection, the thick veins coursing its length. I have never seen him so hard. It’s hard not to taste him, I’m dying to. He lies down on his back and I step over him, my hands on his shoulders. Slowly but surely I slide my wet core along the length of him and he hisses in approval as he closes his eyes. I lift my hips and grab the base of him to lower myself onto his waiting cock. I groan at the intense pressure as his body possesses mine. My mouth is open as I work my way down onto him. Our gaze is locked and I’m having trouble taking him this way up first. He’s so large. I’m moving side to side to allow my body to loosen and he stills my hips with his hands as he lurches forward. I pant and look into his dilated blue eyes. He’s trying to stop himself from climaxing. Trying to hold it together. I mouth the words, “Fuck me.”

He smiles a slow, seductive smile and starts to move. His eyes flick to the screen as his mouth hangs open and he looks back at me and mouths the word, “Watch.”

My eyes shoot up to the screen. He’s right. This is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. My body taking his, his hands on my hips controlling the way I move. The black satin corset with cream ribbons to match my stockings, my hair wild and my skin flushed from orgasm. I can see every muscle on his torso ripple as I ride him hard. I slowly start to unclasp the front eyelets of my corset to expose my breasts to his gaze and he closes his eyes again, he’s trying to block the visual. I know to stop the oncoming orgasm. I remove the corset and throw it over my shoulder as I lick my lips and suck on my fingers and that is it. He loses control and jumps up and throws me down onto the ottoman to swap positions. He is then riding me hard, slamming into me in deep long strokes. He picks up my legs and puts them over his shoulders as he holds his weight up on straight arms and open-mouth kisses my inside lower leg. Perspiration is running down his back. He circles his hips while deeply slamming into me. He starts to suck on my inner ankle and I moan a deep sound and he slams into me one, two, three more times and he cries out and I feel his hot semen burn me from the inside out. Oh shit, not again. I start to ripple inside, and I know what’s coming. His jerking cock deep inside me spirals me into yet another orgasm and I scream as I am wrung dry. I can hardly breathe, my heart is racing so fast. I am absolutely worked over, and on film no less. The camera never lies.

Two hours and two orgasms and a very hot shower later, I walk out of the bathroom in my hotel-supplied white robe to find my Adonis. I locate him on the outside deck leaning on the handrail and looking out over the harbor at the stunning view. He has poured us both a glass of champagne and has a platter of chocolate-covered strawberries waiting on the table. The dinner we have just devoured was amazing, as is the service. The Park Hyatt at the Rocks definitely knows how to please; this place is beyond swanky. He is wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. His olive skin is a stark contrast to the white towel and with the way he is leaning on the railing I can see every muscle in his broad back. I smile, arrested by his beauty. I can’t resist, the temptation too great. En route to him I pick up my iPhone and take a picture of him from behind. It looks like it has been photoshopped, nobody could be that perfect. I quickly shoot it to Abbie and Bridge with the text:

Just enjoying the view with my champagne and chocolate strawberries Xxxxx

I immediately get a text from Abbie.

Fuck off. I hate you.

I smile a bratty smile and my phone beeps again. It’s a message from Bridget:

How in the fuck did you get him?

I laugh out loud. My friends are just so…bilingual, cursing of course being their first language. I am busted. He turns and smiles as he walks toward me and hands me my champagne. “Why are you taking photos of me?” his eyes question.

I smile. “Because I can.” He leans in for a tender kiss and his eyes linger on mine. Something has changed between us tonight. I know he’s impressed that I let him film us or maybe it’s the fact that I realize I trust him enough to let him film us, I’m not sure. But I know he feels it, too, and I need to get something off my chest. The plan was to let him see my I-love-you message on the movie and let it go from there, but he might not watch it for years, who knows. Actually, what in the hell is he going to do with that movie? The mind boggles. He pulls me into a gentle embrace and rubs my back. “Do you know how much I adore you?” he whispers into my hair.

I nod and smile. “Yes,” I answer. It’s true, I do feel truly adored.

He returns the smile, looking down at me. He’s so much taller when I have no shoes on. His eyes hold mine again and I can’t keep it in any longer. I want this night to be perfect, more perfect than it has been already.

“Do you know how much I love you, Joshua?” I whisper as I run my hand down the side of his face. His eyes widen and he leans in and gently kisses me. He breaks into a full-blown, swoon-worthy smile. “I just need you to know how I feel about you,” I whisper. “I have never stopped loving you, Josh, it’s always been you. You complete me.” My eyes tear up again. What’s going on with me lately, frigging crybaby? He nods and swallows but doesn’t say anything. His eyes glow with a warmth I haven’t seen in them before.

“Come to bed with me and show me how much you love me back, baby,” I smile. He kisses me again with such passion my heart stops and he throws me over his shoulder and marches me off to the bedroom. And just like that the chocolate-coated strawberries and champagne are forgotten…what a waste.