??The Billionaire
And His Therapist ??
{His Dark Desires…….?}
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By: Midnight Flames ✍?♡
CHAPTER 23 — THE DINNER DATE.
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Rated 18+,
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“Am so excited!” Sophie screamed as she stretches out Lucille’s blonde hair. Sitted in front of the dresser, wearing a beautiful red Diane gown that hugged her body perfectly and a pair of matching kitten heels. The outfit specially picked out by Sophie, Lucille had panicked and called her – to help her get ready for her date.
Sophie had screamed into the phone and less than twenty minutes, she was already at Lucille’s doorstep. Lucille had told her everything from the attraction to Dominique and even their first night together.
“And…done!” She stepped back and admired her work, seeing Lucille dressed up beautifully, her make up minium and her blonde hair curled bouncing freely on her shoulders.
Lucille stood up and twirled, “you look like a goddess.” Sophie compliments making Lucille smile widely. Ashely leans against the doorframe sipping her tea and watching Sophie gush over Lucille.
It had come as quite a shock finding out her closed off brother has been in a relationship or “friendship” with Lucille. After what Claire had done to Dominique, she was sure he wouldn’t date or love again but seeing him move on again with a kind-hearted woman like Lucille filled her heart with warmth.
She cringed at first realizing she was dating Lucille’s brother and Lucille is dating her brother but had quickly accepted it. “You look amazing.” She smiles and moves into the room.
“Thank you.” Lucille beams.
“Okay, so remember. Have fun and don’t forget to carry a condom.” Lucille’s cheeks turned red, Ashely snickers. Lucille couldn’t possibly admit in front of them that was on birth control pills.
“I can’t believe you said that.” Truth be told, she was only embrassed because of Ashelys’ presence.
“Don’t worry, I actually don’t mind.” Ashely brushed it off, Lucille blushed and nodded.
“Now hurry up or you’ll be late!” Ashely warns. Lucille glances at the clock and realizing she is running late — grabs her red clutch and bolts out the door.
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She had found Dominique waiting patiently as usual, occasionally checking his watch. Taking a deep breath, she walked towards him. “Hey,” she greets with a smile.
“You look so beautiful…” He breaths out, scanning her outfit from head to toe. Dominique stands up and proceeds to draw out a chair for her.
“Thank you.” She sits down. Currently at Le Cirque – a classy restaurant. Dominique wants this night to be perfect so he had booked a private table for the two of them. Taking a seat, he immediately calls for a waitress.
The restaurant is a beauty, golden light chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, red velvet seats, candle lights filled the tables and soft romantic music played from the background. The service is amazing too, the waiters and waitresses dressed in black and white.
“Will that be all Sir?” The waiter asks, holding a small notepad and pen.
“Yes that’ll be all.” Dominique dismissed him, turning his attention to Lucille.
“So Miss Lucille, what else am I to know about you?” He joked lightly.
“Well, let’s see.” She strokes her chin, head tilted to the side as if deep in thought. “I like reading, dancing and helping those in need.” She smiles charmingly.
“Dancing,” he chuckles lowly. “Since when do you dance?”
“You know I’ve been practicing…” She bit down on her lips. “Hey! I do dance!” She defends seeing Dominique barely containing his laughter. At her outburst, he laughed harder.
“It’s not funny…” She pouts.
“Your right,” a pause “it’s hilarious!” He exclaims while Lucille maintains her pout.
The waiter walks in holding their food, gently he sets it down on the table and leaves the couple alone. Dominique and Lucille become lost in their conversation—reliving high school memories, how they both coped after that and the challenges they had to face to get to where they are today.
Dominique could listen to Lucille all night long. He has always been a conversational person and Claire was not. But Lucille has always been that person that could start a conversation with anyone. And now, listening to her talk about her passion for helping people —he was mesmerized.
“I just love been able to help people find the light. To make them see that wallowing in darkness and self pity is not the way to live and I’ve been able to that so far except…” She sighs and drops her fork down.
“Except–” Dominique’s expression turns to worry.
“Except for a recent client of mine. There are some days am able to her through to her and there are other days were am horrified at her will to die.” Lucille hadn’t been in contact with Fiona for days now and she was beginning to worry. Although, Fiona lacked a sense of purpose and will always retreat back but for her to seize contact—it is unlike her.
Dominique leans in and places his hand on her hand – intertwining it slowly. “Am sure, she is trying to put herself together. Don’t worry she’ll be fine.” His words lightly relieves her, he always had a way of comforting her during her darkest days and that’s why she loved him.
They had conversed about their everyday lives, experiences and activities. The lit candles, soft background music, laughter in the air, their eyes locked as they did nothing but talk.
Realizing it was getting late, they rounded off their political argument and split the bill. The moonlight shown brightly as they strolled through the nearly empty streets.
“Thank you for tonight Dominique. It was amazing.”
“Am glad I could spend it with you.” He smiles, she blushed. Their hands tucked into their large coat pockets.
“You know. . .I never thought I’d see you again.” He whispered softly. “After Claire betrayed me, I had alot of time to think—about the unecessary sacrifices I had to make and my thoughts went back to you.” He took a deep breath and continued, “I don’t know if I’ve even apologized for treating you horribly at that time when all you did was stand by me.”
They had stopped, now facing each other. Dominique closed the distance between them, “I was a horrible friend and even after everything you still did not hold a grudge.”
“Well… I did hold a grudge,” she smiles and adds, “a little, only a little.” They both laughed.
“Really, am sorry for ever betraying your trust and hurting you and–” His words were cut off as Lucille pressed her lips against his. The kiss gentle and assuring, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and his arms about her waist.
It wasn’t like the rest—filled with lust and hunger. No, a flood of emotions burst through them stirring passion and . . . Love. She Mõ@ɲed allowing him to slip his tongue in her mouth—tasting, exploring every corner.
They pull away both breathing heavily, “as much as I love the way that dress looks georgous on you. I’d rather have it on the floor.” Dominique says huskily.
“Then lead the way…” She responds.
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As soon as they enter the mansion, their lips are on each other. With Lucille pinned to the wall, his hands exploring her curvaceous body. His lips skimmed down her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a hickey.
It doesn’t take long for him to pull down the dress down to the floor revealing her black lingerie. Dominique groaned feeling his côck harden to the point of pain. “Are you trying to ki|| me woman.” He comments and without missing a beat, hoists her up making her wrap her long legs around his waist.
A blush coats her cheeks feeling his aroused côck press against her core. Without missing a step, Dominique climbs up the stairs and into his room. He enters and kicks the door close, dropping her on the king sized bed.
She bounces but immediately regains her stamina and sits up, watching him as he pulls apart every inch of his clothing leaving him naked as the day he was born. His cöck standing proudly.
She bits her lips as he crawls towards her slowly. “Beautiful.” His hands trail from her tanned legs up to her bra — unhooking it. His touch sending shivers down her spine.
Dominique cups her Břě@šťs making her Mõ@ɲ lowly, he lowers his head and takes a Ɲīpplë in his mouth. She arches her hips, head thrown back as she Mõ@ɲs loudly.
Sucking, teasing and biting her Ɲīpplës— every Mõ@ɲ from her makes his cöck harder than possible. “Oh God…” She cries rubbing her thighs together to create friction.
Raising his head up, he spreads her legs widely, pulls down her black thong – fling it and without warning th-ru_sts in a finger into her tight hole. “Fûck!” She cursed, her face morphing into an expression of pleasure.
Picking up the pace, he adds another finger stretching her heat. His face inches apart from her, arms around his neck clinging to him. “Oh! Am going to—” immediately Dominique pulls out not wanting her come…yet.
“Why did you–” his lips cut her off silencing her protest. Their lips not parting, he draws her closer and steps in between her spread legs — both lay down together.
His cöck rubbing against her sheath and without warning th-ru_sts into her hard. Their lips part as they both Mõ@ɲ, eyes locked as he moves in and out of her.
“You feel so good.” He groans and picks up the pace. Harder. Faster. Skin slapping on skin as sweat dripped down their bodies. Her nails digging lightly into his back, lips parted, eyes rolls back at the speed of his th-ru_sts.
“Oh God! Dom!” She screams.
“You are mine. Mine only mine!” He growls, his th-ru_sts merciless. His facial expression that of pure ecstasy. “Who do you belong to mon chéri?”
“Y-you.” Her body hummed with pleasure.
“Who?”
“You… Dominique, only you!” She screams and clenches around his cøck tightly as she comes. With her core tightly wrapped around his length like a glove, he came.
Breathing heavily, he collapses on top of her. Lucille welcomes his body wrapping her arms and legs tightly around him— instantly flips him over with her now on top.
Taking his now hard cõck in her hand, giving it a lazy stroke and then slips it into her wet core. Her wild blonde hair, hands on his chiseled chest. Dominique groans and holds her hips as she rides him slowly.
He pants as she moves first faster bouncing on his cóck, her bööbs bounce, hair falls back clenching around him. “Ahhh…” They release together and immediately Lucille falls on him.
With her legs intertwined with his and her head on his hard chest, she falls asleep. Dominique strokes her arm slowly, tonight was amazing for him— having to get to personally know Lucille and their second of passion leaving him wanting to spend an eternity with her.
He has never felt anything like this, the chemistry between him and Lucille is beautiful and wh@ťěver agreement he had — their relationship being only lust is . . .wrong.
There was something about Lucille’s smile that made his heart warm, seeing her every her everyday brought a smile to his face and he could listen to her sweet voice everyday. And that made his heart skip a beat because then and there he knew in his heart. . . he was falling in love with Lucille and that sacred him.
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Tbc……….?
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Questions:
Do you think Dominique will accept his feelings??
Do you think Lucille’s feels the same way??
Happy Reading,
—Author Midnight Flames ✍??.