Meeting James Ch. 05

Author's Note:

I'd like to thank Harvey for editing this piece for me.

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I waited excitedly for my classmates to walk down the steps of the large amphitheater-style auditorium and file out the door. It was 11:00 a.m. on Friday, the end of my last class of the day, and I felt so anxious I couldn't stand myself. James was in town and we would be spending our first full weekend together. His flight had landed at eight this morning, and I'd wanted to skip my economics and finance classes so I could meet him at McCarran, but James would have none of it. Unfortunately, he'd asked for my schedule; he knew when my classes were and wouldn't let me miss class to meet him. I loved how he took an interest in everything I did, even from three hundred miles away, but this was one of the times that I wished he wasn't quite so involved in my academic life.

My finance professor smiled at me as I walked by his desk, and I smiled back and wished him a good weekend. He was a sweet old man who was quite talented at nonchalantly checking me out, much more so than some of my other professors who looked at me like I was on the menu.

I was giddy with excitement while walking towards the parking lot. I'd packed my weekend garment bag the night before and had it waiting in the Land Rover. I found it so difficult to concentrate in my classes. Thank God the professors only lectured today and I didn't have to take a quiz or test where I really would have had to be focused. I had waited a whole month to see James, and even though I did a pretty good job of keeping my romantic feelings in check I really did miss him and couldn't wait to see him.

I had just reached the parking lot when my phone vibrated in the back pocket of my short jean skirt. I retrieved it and looked at the caller ID. I smiled when I saw it was Gianna.

"Hi, pretty girl, how did your test go?"

"I think I did really well despite someone keeping me up late last night."

I couldn't help but smile. Gianna had been spending about three nights a week at my apartment since I'd met her three weeks ago. I tried to let her study as much as I could for her test last night, but I have to admit I found it extremely difficult to keep my hands off her when we were together.

"I'm so glad that you did well despite my constant distractions."

I could hear her giggling on the other end.

"How did your classes go, Mel?"

"Both of them went well. he professors mostly lectured, but they make it really interesting and I love the subject matter."

I didn't want to tell her that I was finding it difficult to concentrate because I was thinking about James coming into town. We were getting more serious and our 'significant others' were a touchy subject at times. She was spending a lot of time with me, and her boyfriend still didn't know about me or the fact that she was bisexual.

"Are you heading to the Bellagio now?"

"Yeah, I just got to my car when you called."

"I will let you go, then," she said quietly.

I could hear the longing in her voice and it made me feel bad. At the last minute, her boyfriend had to go out of town to see his family in Utah and Gianna couldn't go with him because she had to work Saturday night. With her boyfriend gone, we would have been able to spend a lot of the weekend together, but because this was my weekend with James we couldn't. It was unfortunate how things happened to work out.

"We'll have other weekends together, I promise," I said regretfully, trying to ease the pain I could hear in her voice.

"Mel, really, it's fine. I want you to have a great weekend, and don't worry about me, okay?"

"When you're not working, just hang out at my place, study, and relax."

I had given her keys to my apartment the night before so she could stay there and get away from the noise and bustle of her roommates. I hadn't thought about it at the time, but I was beginning to realize that giving her a key was a big step for us. It wasn't like we were moving in together, but still, it made me more aware of just how close we were getting.

"I will," she said.

There were a few seconds of silence before I heard her speak again. "I know it's asking a lot, but would you text me a few times and let me know you are okay?"

"Gianna, I'll be fine... but yes... I will. You can text me too, so I know you are staying out of trouble," I said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

"I will, Mel," she said softly. "I'll talk to you soon."

It felt like there was something else she wanted to say, but maybe I was wrong.

"Talk to you soon, honey, bye bye."

I slid into the leather seat of the Land Rover and paused for a few seconds before I turned the engine over. Things with Gianna were becoming complicated, more complicated than I had imagined. What I'd thought would be a fun night of sex appeared to be turning into a lot more. I had been hooking up with a lot of different girls since I moved to Las Vegas, but since I met Gianna, I had only been with her. She had told me several times that I was the only woman that she was seeing, so I guess that made us exclusive.

I took a deep breath and put her out of my mind. For the next couple of days it was going to be about James, and once he was back in Los Angeles on Monday I could try to mentally sort things out concerning Gianna and the feelings I was developing for her.

It was a quick drive from the UNLV campus to the Bellagio. Because it was the middle of the day, traffic was light, even on the normally congested Las Vegas strip. I had the sunroof open and the sun felt warm and inviting on my face as I enjoyed the beautiful spring day. As I pulled into the valet station I could feel the butterflies in my stomach begin to churn. I shouldn't have been nervous, but I was.

The valet attendant checked the Land Rover in, took my bag to the bell captain's station, and directed me to the front desk.

The front desk attendant smiled sweetly at me when I approached the counter. "Welcome to the Bellagio; are you checking in?"

"I'm a guest of Mr. James Moretti," I replied shyly as I slid my driver's license to her over the counter.

She typed on the keyboard for a few seconds. "You're in the Penthouse Suite on the 36th floor. I'll have your bag brought up to your room directly."

She slid my driver's license back to me along with a keycard. "I hope you enjoy your stay with us, Ma'am."

I smiled brightly at her. It struck me as funny being addressed as Ma'am, considering we were probably about the same age.

I took the elevator up to the 36th floor and found the room. I used the keycard to open the door and walked into the entryway. I instantly noticed the opulent marble floor and the beautiful Victorian décor. I walked into the living room and on the table were a dozen long-stemmed red roses. I opened the card, which read:

"These roses are almost as beautiful as you, J."

I smiled as I read the card. He thinks of everything.

I kicked off my sandals and walked into the master bedroom, exploring the large suite. There was a four-post, king-size bed in the middle of the room, and I couldn't help but think that the bed was probably going to see a lot of action this weekend.

Right off the master bedroom were 'his' and 'hers' bathrooms. I loved the decadent décor of the suite; it was truly beautiful and I could see why James chose to stay here. I was just about to open the door to what I thought had to be the walk-in closet when I heard a knock near the entryway.

It must be the bell captain bringing up my bag.

I opened the door and two men were standing there. One was the bell captain with my large bag and the other was James standing behind him. He gave me a big smile when he saw me open the door.

I stood aside as both of them walked through the door and James quickly pulled a hundred dollar bill out of his pocket to tip the bell captain. He quickly scurried away, giving us some much-needed privacy.

I squealed as I ran into his arms and hugged him. I felt him wrap his arms around me as we kissed passionately. I was so excited to see him I could barely speak.

"I thought you said you had a lunch meeting?" I said excitedly. "I never thought you'd be here so early, but I'm so happy to see you."

"I cut the meeting short," he said between kisses. "There was this beautiful blonde I've been waiting a month to see."

He pulled me to him and I could feel a growing bulge in his suit pants pressing into my stomach. While we were kissing, I reached down and gently rubbed his fat cock through his pants.

"You're not the only one who's happy to see me."

We continued to kiss as he quickly moved me to the master bedroom. Between kisses, we fumbled with each other's clothes, trying to remove them as quickly as possible. In a few seconds he had my T-shirt off and my bra on the floor. I worked on his tie and dress shirt while he unbuttoned my jean skirt. After a few seconds, he slipped it down my thighs and off onto the floor and I stepped out of it. I felt him slide my thong down my legs as I got his belt and pants undone.

While we passionately kissed, he slid off his socks, and I reached down, continuing to rub him through his boxers. There was a big wet spot soaking through them as his pre-cum leaked out of his cock.

He's really happy to see me, I thought. That made me wonder if the last time he'd had sex was last month when we were together.

That thought quickly left my mind as he roughly pushed me back onto the bed. He quickly removed his boxers and his big thick cock sprang free. I opened my legs wide for him as he quickly dove between them. His mouth instantly latched onto my wet sex and I felt his tongue slip inside me.

My head rolled back on the pillow and I moaned as his tongue licked the walls of my vagina. It felt like lightning bolts were shooting through my body as he swirled his tongue around my clit. I gently ran my hands through his salt-and-pepper hair, spurring him on.

God, he has such a talented mouth.

He moved his head back away from me as I felt him insert two fingers into my pussy and arch them upward, causing me to gasp and cry out. Then his tongue found my clit, licking the hard little bud.

Almost instinctively I started to grind my pelvis into his face and run my hands through his hair, then I pulled his head hard into my pussy. I never do that with women because I've found many of them don't appreciate such an aggressive move. However, men seemed to love it and it let them know I liked what they were doing.

James roughly thrust his fingers in and out of my body while his tongue swabbed my clit, which sent me over the edge. I closed my thighs around his head and violently shook as the waves of pleasure washed over me.

When he saw me come down and regain control of my body, he moved up to me and we kissed softly. I could taste my pussy on his mouth, which instantly turned me on.

"Straddle me, Melanie, I want to taste you again," he whispered huskily.

So I did, facing away, and moved my hips back until my pussy was level with his mouth. His big cock was twitching and pulsing on his stomach and I leaned down, taking it into my mouth and making him groan with pleasure. I could taste his pre-cum as it dripped copiously out of the head when my mouth made contact.

I wasn't particularly fond of the sixty-nine position, but it was okay. I loved giving and getting oral sex, but I just liked to concentrate on doing one or the other.

Gianna liked to tease me by saying that, when we sixty-nined and I got close to orgasm, I'd stop reciprocating so I could enjoy her talented tongue and deny her the pleasure of mine. I guess she had a point, because I knew I did that, even if it was unintentional.

I took James's cock deep into my mouth, and at the same time I felt his tongue lick the walls of my vagina, which sent shockwaves through my body. I felt him wrap his arms around my thighs and his mouth lock onto my pussy; that caused me to gasp and cry out, which resulted in his cock popping out of my mouth. Remembering Gianna's gentle teasing, I took him back into my mouth, intent on giving him pleasure too, not just receiving it.

I concentrated on his cock and plunged my mouth up and down on him hard, feeling the tip hit the back of my throat and then start to slide gradually down. Simultaneously, I felt his lips make contact with my clit and then I felt his tongue lick over it. I gasped, causing his cock to pop out of my mouth again as I felt my orgasm starting to build. I gently grabbed his cock at the base and slowly worked my hand up and down the long shaft, but his tongue was too much. I cried out as another strong orgasm rocked my body and I released his cock from my grip. I collapsed onto his stomach and shook until the intense waves of pleasure subsided.

When I regained my senses, I turned around. I continued to straddle him, but I wanted to face him instead of looking away. I loved watching his face when we had sex; that made it so much more intimate and erotic, and I wasn't going to deny myself that.

I leaned down, took his face in my hands, and kissed him hard. His face was covered in my vaginal secretions. I felt him reach around me and take his cock in his hand, so I scooted back on his stomach until I felt the head of his cock press against my vulva. I felt the tip split my lips as he found my opening, and then he moved his hips forward and sank himself into me. I gasped and cried out as he opened and filled me.

God, a month...

It made me realize just how much I'd missed his cock.

We started a slow, steady rhythm, and I put my hands on his chest and closed my eyes, concentrating on that amazing cock inside me. I could hear him moan as I squeezed the muscles in my vagina as a thin layer of sweat began to cover both of our bodies.

I ground myself into him and he stopped thrusting, allowing me to control the pace. I moved from side to side, causing his shaft to rub the walls of my vagina, which felt amazing. I squeezed him harder as I moved up down on him. I felt that familiar feeling coming on, knowing that my orgasm was building up. I moved my pelvis harder and leaned in to kiss him as my orgasm washed over me. I cried out and moaned as he slowly thrust into me.

Just as I regained my senses, I felt his hips start to buck as he pushed himself harder into me. I squeezed him again and felt him gasp, my muscles caressing his cock inside my body. I squeezed harder and felt him tense up.

I thought of reaching down and rubbing my clit, which I knew would cause me to come with him, but instead I just concentrated on tightening my muscles, and I watched his face intensely while I felt his semen squirt powerfully inside me. I loved seeing that look of pleasure on his face as he reached orgasm. It gave me such a sense of pride, knowing I was able to give all that pleasure to him. Watching him release brought back all those romantic feelings I'd tried so hard to stuff away for the past month.

I gave him time to recover, and once I felt his cock start to soften inside of me I slid off him and moved to his side facing him. It was so intimate and passionate being in bed, naked, with this man that I had such strong feelings for. We were motionless and silent for several minutes, which gave me the opportunity to study every contour of his handsome face. He looked to be so deep in thought, and I wished that I knew what he was thinking about. He had such a serious look on his face, and I could tell that there was something important on his mind. Then he began to speak, which brought me back to the now.

"What was your childhood like?"

I knew he was thinking about something serious, but I had to admit that this question took me a bit by surprise. I thought for several moments.

"For the most part, it was really good. I have three older brothers, so between them and my father there was always someone looking out for me." I paused again to collect my thoughts. "Sometimes it got to be too much, though. I felt like I was under constant surveillance, so there were times when I wanted more freedom."

"Is that why you moved to Las Vegas to go to college, to get more freedom?"

"Yes," I said softly, pausing for a moment to reflect again. "My mother is very controlling; we argue almost constantly and we aren't very close. She wasn't happy that I moved to Las Vegas."

I hesitated again to collect my thoughts and then continued.

"I had a full academic scholarship to USC but turned it down to move here. She wanted me to live at home so she could keep me under her thumb."

I paused for another moment before I continued.

"My parents wouldn't speak to me for six months after I moved here. My father finally called me and we reconciled. I do talk to my mother a little, but not very much. It's easier not talking to her instead of fighting with her constantly."

James took a moment to reflect on my statement. "So your relationship with her deteriorated when you were in high school?"

"I think it started earlier than high school."

I paused while a myriad of childhood memories came rushing back. I felt so uncomfortable. There were certain aspects of my childhood that I didn't like to think about or talk about.

"Please continue, Melanie," he said in a bit more of a demanding tone.

"I was very rebellious, even at a young age. I was constantly getting into trouble at home, but I always found a way, though, to do what I wanted, and if I got caught then so be it."

"What happened when you got caught?"

"My mother had my father spank me," I admitted sheepishly. "I never respected her, because she wouldn't discipline me herself, and part of me hated her because I felt like it was her getting me into trouble with my father, until..."

I could feel tears forming in my eyes. It was so difficult recalling these memories. Memories that maybe I had subconsciously locked away?

James waited patiently until I continued.

"...Until I realized I enjoyed him spanking me." I lowered my head and felt deeply embarrassed concerning what I'd just admitted. Tears were trickling down my cheeks. I looked down, too embarrassed to look James in the eye as I spoke.

"When my father put me over his knee I felt secure, protected, and loved. My father is such a good man; I know there was nothing sexual in his mind when he spanked me. He only wanted to correct my behavior and I think, in part, appease my mother and give me the discipline that she wouldn't."

I paused before I continued.

"To him, it was the only discipline, but to me, it meant so much more. I have such a close bond today with my father and I know it's due, in part, to being spanked by him. He told me that the six months when we weren't speaking were the most difficult six months of his life."

James looked thoughtfully into my eyes as if he finally had an answer to a question he couldn't resolve. He waited patiently for me to continue.

"It wasn't long before I started misbehaving on purpose so my mother would tell my father to punish me, and the more he spanked me the more I liked it."

I took a deep breath before continuing.

"I'm not sure how old I was, but one day I had done something on purpose to upset my mother. When my dad got home, he told me that I was getting too old for spankings and from then on when I got into trouble he was going to ground me. I know this must sound abhorrent, but I had a profound sense of loss when he stopped spanking me, like one of the most important things in my life was taken away from me that day, something that I've never been able to get back."

There was a full minute of silence before James began speaking.

"When we met last month, it took me about an hour, but as we talked and as I learned more about you, it was very obvious to me that you were submissive. I just didn't know until now where your submissive nature came from."