Page 73 of Wicked

As I perfect my cat eyes, I start to grin. I’ve never done them like this, and for whatever reason, my hair still looks classy. It’s shaped in a long kind of bob, and I don’t feel like the scruffy, curvy virgin nerd I wasbefore.

I don’t know who I am anymore.

It’s almost too much, and as Dante walks up, we take in my dress and new look. I turn left and right, then gulp.

“Bellissimo,” Dante coos before kissing the back of my neck. “Bellissimo.”

I can’t believe it’s me in the mirror. I can’t believe it at all.

As I take one last look, I turn to Dante. He looks breathtaking in his tailored navy suit and matching tie, and I adjust it for him ever so slightly. We have not kissed all day, and we have not even really touched.

“Comfortable?” he asks as I adjust his satin tie.

“Si, grazie.”

“Good,” he says caringly. He then talks deeper and more seriously. “Now, one last thing. Take off your panties.”

“What?”

“Do not make me ask you again,” he says coldly. I have mixed feelings, but the idea is suddenly hot.

“Only if you do the same.”

Dante freezes, and then slowly his lip curls up. “You are going to be trouble,” he growls, undoing his shoes.

As I slip off my sexy thong, I watch Dante remove his shoes, and then trousers. I take a quick peek at his thickening cock as we place our underwear on top of each other.

Dante and I eye fuck each other, and I try not to get wet.

I do not want a wet pussy, one that is now waxed, and I do not want it in a dress worth over ten thousand dollars. Especially around cameras and models.

As we enter the hotel’s incredible elevator, Dante leans into my neck. I feel his sinful lips on my collarbone, and his eyes are dark. He is not happy. “That will cost you.”

I turn in the elevator, and hundreds of Dantes are reflected in the mirrors between the marble.

It’s weird, and with Dante looking like he wants to take me here and now, I have a flash of an orgy and many Dantes taking me in every way.

My heart misses a beat, and I gasp.

“Are you okay?” he asks, “What are you thinking about?”

You in every place you can find.

“Do you think I’ll get an A or an F, teacher?” I stare into Dante’s dark eyes, and I know I’m playing with fire.

Dante smirks and he whispers in my ear, “I will always give you an F. But… if you’re really bad and you can take it, you will get an A.”

Don’t get wet.

Don’t get wet.

Don’t get wet.

I feel myself start to pant, then someone else enters the elevator. I turn and look down. I reach for Dante’s hand, and finally, I find it.

Dinner is divine,and it is unforgettable. We dine at an outdoor restaurant, and we drink several types of old wine. It is breathtakingly good, and the seafood, salads, and cheeses are the best I’ve ever had.

That, however, is nothing compared to what follows.

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