Doms, Divas, & Dating

Chapter Four: More Cherries Please

Once the assortment of cherry goodness was set in front of her, it was as if the world did not exist.

Sure, she and Sibil indulged a bit after they partied, but Devina rarely allowed herself sweets. Even after drinking. Rhett had made it very clear that to eat sweet things was to be weak. An ideology that she knew was wrong, but it had helped her keep the weight off and even continue to lose more so she kinda let that bad habit of restriction linger.

But the pastries in front of her were too good to pass on.

Jacob asked her so many questions, and she answered mindlessly as she carefully cut one small bite from each of the six things on her plate. Slowly, she enjoyed each little bite, completely detaching herself from Jacob’s questions over the hour they sat there eating and drinking their coffee. 

She sipped her cinnamon latte in between each little bite to cleanse her palette between them. 

Devina already knew the workout she would be doing to negate these calories plus the ones from last night, but at that moment, she did not care.

In a penthouse, surrounded by books, fine art, a beautiful man, and these baked goods- she could die a very happy woman at that moment.

“You do not eat sweets often do you?” Jacob asked with a smile as he finished eating whatever he had ordered and set down his fork.

This caught her attention.

“Uh, no, of course not,” Devina said, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. 

“What do you mean, of course not?! They are the best part of any meal! All food can be good, but well-baked sweets are where the real pleasure of a meal is,” Jacob exclaimed in his cool and controlled way.

“I mean, yes, but I try to stay healthy, you know. Can’t be weak just because something tastes good,” Devina replied.

“Who taught you indulgence and pleasure were weaknesses?” Jacob asked with a slight frown on his full and perfect lips.

“Uhh, no one, really. I just mean that I can’t be weak every time I want one, or I would be as big as a house!” Devina said with a nervous laugh.

This was a prime example of one of those times she truly wished she could just disappear. Or at least hide under the table cloth—anything to get from under this man's perfectly piercing green-eyed gaze.

She could feel his judgment—just the same as she felt Rhetts. 

Fuck. f**k. f**k. Her inner voice chanted, trying to think of a smooth way out of this.

As if sensing her discomfort, Jacob sat up and leaned across the table, reaching down to one of the barely touched sweets on her plate. He kept his piercing gaze on her as he dipped his middle finger into the filling of one of the tarts. He lifted his finger slowly to her mouth as if offering it as a gift to her.

A gift she was more than happy to receive—much to her surprise. 

Without a second thought, Devina let her bottom lip go from between her teeth and opened her red painted lips to let this man she barely knew slide his cherry-coated finger into her mouth.

He kept his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly pushed his fingers into her mouth, stopping about halfway.

“Close your mouth and suck it off, Devina,” Jacob said, his voice dropping an octave. 

Or maybe that was just in her head; Devina wasn’t sure what was going on anymore as the second she connected in her mind what he was doing, she seemed to start to short circuit.

Her heart was racing in her chest as her n*****s hardened enough that Jacob could no doubt see them through her lace bra and thin t-shirt. And if the obscene moisture pooling between her thighs was any indication of whether she liked this bold move of his or not- well. You could say she enjoyed it alright.

Devina did not hesitate as she closed her lips around his finger, but she didn’t just suck it off. She pulled him in deeper into her eager mouth until her lips met the flesh of his hand. She then slowly sucked his finger clean of the cherry whatever he had dipped them into. Taking care to lick the very tip as it left her mouth, just as she would a c**k. 

“Blyad', Ty idealen, moy kotenok,” f**k, you are perfect my kitten. Jacob said under his breath as he watched with wide, appreciative eyes.

Devina looked up through her now very heavy, sultry eyes. Noting the Russian but not mentioning that she understood it.

No one had ever called her something so sweet yet strangely erotic, and certainly not in another language.

She liked it. 

“More?” 

The word came out of Devina’s mouth as both a question and a plea, just barely above a whisper.

Jacob’s eyes, still focused on hers, grew wider then focused as he dipped not one but two fingers this time into the sweet. His middle finger and his ring finger. Just as before, he lifted them to her lips, but this time, he smeared some of the filling on her lips before pushing them into her mouth. 

It was weird as hell but was driving Devina wild inside.

Through instinct or maybe a subconscious memory from the episodes of BONDiNG she and Sibil had binged last night, Devina thought she should wait to clean off his fingers until told to do so. It appeared she was right as the pausing with his two fingers damn near scraping the back of her throat but not making her gag seemed to really be winding Jacob up.

Thank you, strep throat, for taking my tonsils and my gag reflex with them. She thought to herself with a hidden but pleased smirk.

“Suck,” Jacob ordered, his voice sending more shivers through Devina’s entire body.

She sucked, and sucked, and sucked his fingers long after the cherry was gone. She kept sucking his fingers, just like she would suck a c**k while Jacob slowly and gently pumped them into her mouth- just like he would his c**k. 

The bizarre and highly erotic scene between the two near-strangers continued for what seemed like an hour between them but was likely barely a minute. He finally told her to stop, so she did, although part of her hoped he would be replacing his fingers with his c**k.

He slid them out of her mouth slowly, and Devina immediately went to lick her lips of the cherry he had smeared on and now all around them.

“Don’t you dare lick that off, Devina,” Jacob demanded, his eyes even more intense than before.

Jacob drew in a deep breath before continuing,

“I would like to kiss you now, Devina. Would that be alright?” Jacob asked.

Devina was a little taken aback by the request. Never had someone asked to kiss her. Men usually just went for it and hoped she wouldn't turn them down or knee them in the balls. 

“Uh, um, ye-yes, please. I think I would like that,” Devina managed to stumble out the words.

In a flash, Jacob was on his feet and standing beside her. He pulled her chair out just enough to spin in to face him, and Devina got an eyeful of the massive erection hidden beneath Jacob’s black jeans.

He noticed her eyes widened at the sight and didn’t bother to hide his proud smirk.

“Not today moy kotenok,” my kitten. Jacob muttered to himself before sinking to his knees in front of her.

With their height different, this made him almost eye level with her sitting in the chair.

Jacob grabbed her behind each knee and, in one quick movement, pulled her knees apart and her body forward to the edge of the seat. In a blink, he was situated right between her legs, his hands now moving up towards her face.

He slid one into her messy waves, and the other gripped her gently by the jaw, pulling her into his perfect lips.

Damn him and his perfect f*****g pillow lips!! Devina cursed in her mind.

The moment his lips touched hers, Devina knew she was a goner for this guy. He could damn well be a pirate, and she would happily suck his d**k while he wore his eye patch, and his parrot could watch for all she cared.

He skillfully kissed and licked away all the remaining cherry from her mouth.

His tongue explored everywhere to make sure he really got it all before pulling back and breaking for air.

The two panted and stared at each other for a moment before Devina couldn't hold his gaze any longer.

“Do not look away, beautiful, I want to see you,” Jacob said as he cupped her jaw in his hand and forced her chin up.

He kissed her again, this time slower and deeper. When he broke this one, he quickly forced himself up off the floor and walked away from the table—running his hands up into his hair.

“Um, I’m, uh, sorry. Did I bite you?”

DID YOU BITE HIM? DUMB ASS! WOULDN’T YOU KNOW IF YOU BIT HIM?!

Devina was literally screaming at herself in her mind but was paralyzed from trying to speak again.

Jacobs' shoulders began to shake; as he turned around, Devina realized he was laughing again. So hard this time there were light tears forming in his eyes. 

“Did you BITE me? What?” Jacob managed to ask, but it only resulted in more laughter as he wiped the tears from his eyes. 

Devina’s nuclear level embarrassment was back. Round two Chernobyl.

“I don’t know! You jumped up and seemed to run away, but like, I kind of thought this was going somewhere, and your, uh, pants friend sure seemed to think so too. The only thing I can think of as to why you still have pants on is because I like, I don't know, bit you or something- I DON'T KNOW!” Devina exclaimed, throwing her hands up in defeat.

Jacob continued to laugh, possibly even harder, as he repeated her words, “pants friend”. Finally, Devina succumbed to her embarrassment and sank her head into her hands.

“No, no, no, Devina, no. Please don’t be upset; it was cute and funny, and as I said, I have not laughed like this in a while. You are right, I was very much thinking the same thing, but I can promise you two things. Your pants will be off long before mine when that time comes and when it does, I am going to need much more time than what I have to spend with you today,”

Jacob said to her as he held his hands out to her, beckoning her up and out of her seat. 

He wrapped his heavy arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug, and gently placed a sweet kiss onto her head.

“You have no filter of any kind, and I f*****g love it, Devina. I am so glad you got drunk and messaged me,”

“Well, I am so glad you have continued to enjoy my true and unhinged self Jacob. It's usually a 10th date type of reveal, but boy, do you move fast. You are getting it day one,”

“Oh? So you see me getting at least nine more dates, huh?” Jacob said, pulling back to look at her with a mischievous grin.

“I DIDN'T SAY THAT!” Devina huffed out, trying, albeit not hard, to pull out of his heavy hug. 

“Well, I would be happy to be given even one more date with you, Devina. You are a dream. I only wish I did not have a flight to catch for a business trip in the next 3 hours, or I would not be able to part with you so soon,”

Devina was the one to pull back this time, looking up into this stranger of man’s piercing green eyes.

“How long are you gone for?” she asked.

“Only three weeks this time. I will be back by Halloween, and I do hope I get to see you all dressed up,”

“Oh, do you now? Well, it just so happens that Halloween is my favorite holiday. My roommate and our other bestie will be throwing our annual party the day of- would it be too forward of me to ask you to come?” 

Devina held her breath as she waited milliseconds for his reply.

“I would love to come,” Jacob replied with a grin, “You tell me what to wear, though, I’m no good at picking costumes,”

“Oh, I can do that,” Devina said, knowing exactly what outfit she was going to try and get this demi-god to wear for her. 

“It’s settled then. Here, let me put my information in your phone so we can talk and text, not via that stupid app while I am away. I would like to talk more about our common interests before I’m back, and I want to hear more of the ridiculous things that unhinged mind of yours tells you to say,”.  

Devina rolled her eyes at his comment while unlocking her phone.

“I saw that,” Jacob said without looking up from her phone as he entered his name and cell number.

“Good,” Devina snapped back, feeling ballsy from the rush of adrenaline that she was feeling after this date. Or maybe it was just a sugar high? She didn’t care; it felt GREAT.

“Oh, and the diva can brat as well? I have to say, Devina, this is going to be a difficult few weeks away for me,”

“This diva can do a lot of things that will make you want to cut your trip short Mr. Pirate, but you said there was no time today, so you will have to wait and see,”

Jacob groaned, “I did say that, didn’t I?”

“You did,”

“f**k me. Well, look, I want to drive you home myself, but I might get stuck in traffic and need to be on this flight out. I have a car waiting downstairs for you, is that alright?”

“A car? Like a private car? Like with a driver? That sounds fancy, Jacob; I’m fine to ride the metro or just get an uber!”

“Yes, my private car and personal driver. And no, Devina, you are far too perfect to be getting into cars with just anyone and the metro is a foul place. Please, let me do this for you, so I know you make it home safe,”

Devina rolled her eyes again.

“You are in luck I am a diva and think the idea of riding in a hot man's private car sounds like a fun thing I’ve never done before, or I would refuse to accept on principle,”

“Careful now, I will start remembering each time you roll those pretty eyes, and you won't like what I do about it later,” Jacob said, his voice darkening again as it dropped an octave lower.

Devina’s eyes snapped up to his, and she felt more waves of energy pulse through her.

“Promise?” she whispered.

“On my life, beautiful. Now come on, into your coat, let me walk you out,”

“Does he wear a little hat?”

“What?” Jacob asked with audible confusion as he held up her coat for her to slide her arms into.

“Your driver. Do you make him wear a little hat like in the movies?”

“Jesus Christ, how did I find you?”