A mature woman enters the party with a large group, allowing her to blend in with those who are already there. She did not greet the host so as not to give away her uninvited presence. Her lips were painted red as her eyeshadow was tasteful and her cheeks had a hint of red from blush. Icy blue eyes scanned the area as she kept herself along the edge of the talkative partygoers. She carefully touched her jet-black hair that her sister had fancily braided for her with a simple red ribbon woven in. Bits of her hair hung around her face as her slightly darker skin gave away that she spent quite a bit of time outside in the sun. Her face had a beautiful blend of soft and defined features, making her a sight to see if she allowed it, but those with more keen eyes could easily pick out this sneaking flower in a simple but elegant black and gold dress that hugged her as well as the corset did. It was less modest compared to the other dresses of the evening, with a lower neckline. The gold traced along the edges of the dress in a painstakingly done embroidery pattern that all her female family helped make. The short train was smooth with pleated fabric on each side to allow movement. She hid worn black heels under the dress by taking careful steps, and the scarring on her arms lay hidden with tall white gloves.
When her target was spotted, she had to work her way out into the light with each confident step. Working her way through, avoiding hands that wished to stop her, but still speaking to them with a breathy voice that came from her red lips like velvet. She gave charming smiles with half-hooded eyes, bowing her head lightly as she now realized she had lost her target in this mass of bodies. Leaving her to be pulled out to the dance floor. She took glances around as she changed partners, trying to escape the never-ending song so she could find the man she was after.
She spotted the man and excused herself, following the man carefully out of the main hall and into the empty hallway that only got the echoes of a party and the occasional private meetings. The woman could not see her target as she walked down the dim hall, careful to not make as much noise as she did. She gasped as she was grabbed and pinned to the wall. Her breath was calm, though her mind was busy thinking of ways to escape. It was her target. She smiled as she looked up at him. She had the flirtiest look on her face as she showed her hands and then spoke in a whispered tone that could give anyone goosebumps.
"You caught me." She locked her eyes on his. "You are more than welcome to check. Everywhere if you want to." She raised her arms and put them against the wall.
"What is your name?"
She chuckled lightly when he asked her name, "Cricket."
He could tell this woman is dangerous and not because of her looks. There was something there much more dangerous than her silhouette that had closed the gap between them as her arms wrapped around him. Her lips were now dangerously close to touching his. "Shall we play here or find a much quieter space so you can hear me scream your name?"
"Vino." He gave her a name to call him by.
He pressed her firmly to the wall, keeping her from escaping even though he had the feeling she wouldn't. Her kiss was slow and deliberately teasing as her hand ran through his hair. She was pushing him to his edge as she kept control over the situation. Teasing with her mouth, and now her free hand was between them, rubbing the muscle that ached between his legs. She wasn't hiding anything. Her eyes sparkled with a dangerous lust that could threaten to eat a man whole and a smirk that said, "You'll love every second of it."
Cricket stopped her movement as stammering steps could be heard coming down the hall. This little nook in the adjoining hall would not provide enough cover, prompting her to pull Vino along by his tie. Quietly opening a door, she pulls him in and shuts the door with an audible click. Looking around the room, he would have found that they had stepped into the office of the host, and it was just as grand as the rest of the manor, but with his main focus on the woman who got his attention, he barely noticed.
She turned to look at him as she took the gloves off and set them down, revealing the scarred arms. "We better hurry before someone notices a missing guest." She grinned as she loosened the tie. "Too bad I can not strip you down."
"That is what I wish to do to you, you dark minx." He told her as he enjoyed having this dangerous thing all to himself.
Without undoing it, she took the tie off him and used it to bind his wrists in front of him. "Oh, you like this?" She asked in a playfully sarcastic tone, as he just smirked with a raised eyebrow. Guiding him over to a chair near a window, she urged him to sit down. He sits, and she gets down on her knees with a playful smirk. "I'll give you a taste."
She freed his throbbing dick and smiled. Her lips touched the tip before her tongue started to lick and tease at the sensitive parts. He grabbed her head with his bond hands as she wrapped her lips around the tip sucking teasingly. Cricket started to bob her head as she sucked and wiggled her tongue. Sloppy sounds could be heard as her lipstick started to come off, leaving red smudges here and there. She was giving him a blow job as if it could be her last meal, and the look she gave him said, "I am going to eat you alive." She twisted her head as she watched his pleased reactions before she released him from her wet mouth. She smirked and wiped away a bit of the liquid.
Letting go of her hair, she took the spot in his arms and lifted the hem of her dress, sitting in his lap while facing away from Vino. "Untie me." He spoke in a commanding tone.
"I do not want to set your hands free yet." She spoke as she looked back at him, only to receive a look that gave her goosebumps in the best way. "Well, okay. But you better make me scream." She agreed to free him by losing the tie and removing it. His hands grabbed her waist and held her in place. She reached under her and rubbed his dick before moving it to where the tip met her slick pussy.
It didn't take much for Vino to pull her down onto his shaft. Her walls were tight as he adjusted the position. She rocked her hips and let out a pleased "Mmm". She had control as he felt that muscle he was burried in squeeze his dick without prompting. Watched her for a bit as you firmly held her in place. This woman IS trouble in the best way. Her hands were on Vino's legs as she bounced herself up and down under his control. He hadn't quite got her screaming yet, but the moans coming from her smudged lips made him feel that he was not far off. He reached around and teased her clit as she had teased you. Her legs clamped down as her grip on his legs got tighter. She was now screaming on top of him, and to his surprise.
"Saverio!"
It was his first name, not the name he gave her. Before Cricket could realize it, he had her pinned to the desk.
"How did you know my name?" His voice was threatening as he glared down at the woman.
She looked at him unfazed and was still as his hands grabbed her shoulders. One hand moved over her neck as the other felt around her curves, looking for anything that was hidden. Nothing was found, but her eyes said otherwise. This is when she took the chance to remind him that they two were fucking just a moment ago. Cricket rocked her hip while letting a coy smile slip onto her face as her hands tugged at his clothes. Saverio's hand made its way up her neck, past her chin, as his thumb brushed against her lips. They parted and wrapped around his thumb. She sucked as he stared at her down. Then he felt her teeth on his thumb.
He didn't care at this point how she knew his name; Saverio just wanted to hear her scream it again. He was not gentle with her as she wasn't flinching away from the rough handling, but she got more excited. She tried to dig her nails into him, but she ended up nipping and biting his hand as he did the same to her neck and shoulder. She moved her head, lips, kissing and nipping as he rammed into her, making her moan in his grasp.
Cricket teased him with whispers of his name until he had her screaming "Saverio" name under him. Things got knocked off the desk as her legs were firmly wrapped around his waist after a position change and she was trying not to slide around as much. Her pussy clenched around his member, sending him over the edge as her icy blue eyes looked at him in a greedy haze. Cricket clung to him as she rode the high he gave her.
Once she came down and the haze left her, she smiled mischievously at him. "You win, Saverio. I screamed your name." She chuckled and sat up as he took a seat. She carefully undid her messy braids and handed him the red ribbon. "I will have a gift for you on the 24th two weeks from now. If you trust me she. I will show you who sent me to you." She beamed. "Wear this ribbon where it can be seen that day. If not, continue your day as normal." She fixed her dress. "But I would hate that to happen to you."
"Cricket, you mean?" Saverio in a firm ton as he grab her wrist and pull her down. Glaring at her, she just teasingly smiled at him.
Cricket kissed him again with that same passion she had shown earlier. Damn, if it wasn't convincing. She brushed her fingertips on his dick and said. "If you want me to come by that night, tie it in a bow, and I will come. I will let you have everything and know everything." She whispered in a teasing, but serious tone with her velvet voice.
Saverio's grip loosened a bit, but she did not move until he fully released her.
"Thank you." Cricket beamed and stood up straight. "Just remember that ribbon and day." She touched his face before walking away, not giving a word of goodbye, confident this wasn't a goodbye.