Doms, Divas, & Dating

Chapter Seven: Someone Is In Trouble

The day of the party had finally come and Devina still had not heard a single thing from Jacob.

She would be lying if she wasn't drowning in disappointment over the whole situation. She tried her best to just shake it off in front of her friends, but inside she was equal parts let down and furious at herself for even falling so hard so fast.

But she kept busy and kept her eyes looking forward as much as she could. Only letting her mind drag her back and into that dark place of self-doubt for a moment before forcing herself back into reality.

It was about 7:30pm by the time Devina was finally ready. It took almost 30 whole minutes and the help of Sibil to get all her latex on. First they had to powder it all down to slide it on, then Sibil had to help her shine it back up. It had cost her a small fortune but she didn’t care once she had it all on and saw herself in the mirror all done up.

She was indeed a full on smoke show. Something she had never really thought about herself before. 

“You look hotter than Mistress May,” Sibil said from the doorway of the guest room they were sharing at Javi’s penthouse.

“And you are by far the hottest Dallas Cowboy's cheerleader I’ve ever seen,” Devina replied with a grin.

They both hated football, but Sibil's tacos and good head guy apparently loved the Dallas Cowboys, so Sibil decided to play into it.

“I can’t wait to meet the beau and tell him how much you despise sports,” Devina said as she walked up to link arms with Sibil and head out to the main party area.

Within an hour, the place was almost full and things were just getting started. 

Devina downed two shots of tequila before switching to her usual vodka sodas and by her second drink, two hours into the party, she was feeling absolutely perfect. Teetering between very tipsy and drunk, she was flitting around the party like the little manic pixie dream girl she always wanted to be. Soaking up the praise of her body and her hot outfit from everyone who laid eyes on her. Dragging around the hopes and dreams of every single man in the room with every swing of her hips as she danced the night away.

“Where’s Mr. Good Head, Sib?” Devina yelled over the deafening bass as Sibil popped back up from dropping it low.

She leaned back against Devina, continuing their aggressively s****l drunk dancing. 

No wonder everyone refused to believe they were just friends. But alas, that's all they ever were or would be. 

“Running late. Something came up with his job but he said he would be here maybe in an hour,” Sibil shouted back as the bass picked up.

Perks of Javi owning the penthouse floor and the floor below it, it was easy to create a nightclub for a house party. 

It was nearing 11pm and somehow people were still arriving. Devina was properly drunk but somehow still in her sexy get up. Black cat ears included.

Somewhere between her 3rd and 4th drink, a very tall, very handsome blonde in a pair of red board shorts, flip flops, and a whistle that said lifeguard on duty on it, managed to claim her attention for a while.

He was tanned, shirtless, and absolutely what the doctor ordered to move past the demi-god. At least Devina hoped it would be enough. She had her doubts but was too drunk to act on them as she let the blonde adonis run his hands dangerously close to the hem of her short latex dress as she gyrated her hips against his to the beat of the music.

Her ensemble had done exactly what it was meant to do. It made her feel alive and made her remember who the f**k she was.

The whole thing covered more skin than Devina had thought it would, which she liked. Being skin tight and too revealing might have scared her out of the idea.

The dress was a simple black latex mini dress with super thin straps over the shoulders that crossed in the back. There was a corset detail to it as well which shoved Devina’s full C cups up in a way that made them seem to double in size. It covered all the bits it had too and was long enough that Devina felt alright moving around, although bending over was a totally different story. 

The dress was the kind with garter straps sewn into the bottom hem which Devina had attached to a mid-thigh pair of black latex stockings. She was shocked that they fit and even more shocked that she felt sexy in them. Something about the smooth and tight feeling of the taboo material on her legs made her shiver in the best way when she thought too long about it.

Her shoes were a simple pair of patent black leather platform pumps and her cat ears slipped into her hair seamlessly. Sibil insisted on doing Devina’s make-up, which resulted in a thick winged liner, full false lashes, and deep blood red lipstick. 

Devina was a sinful dream and she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to take the outfit off. 

The music continued to blare as the lights flashed all around, creating a trance-like effect for those a few drinks in. Devina among them.

The blonde adonis she was dancing on slid his hands up and down her waist a few times before daring to move a little higher. Everyone around them was drunk or high and with the lights the way they were, no one was going to notice if things got a little heated between the two of them. 

Devina felt a wicked surge of s****l energy pulse through her at the thought of letting a man touch her intimately in front of all the people on the dance floor. The idea that they would be right there but likely entirely unknowing to what was happening sent a thrill through her that she had never felt before. 

As if sensing her peaking s****l energy, the blonde finally dared to lift his hands up to her chest and gently cup her breasts.

It felt nice, but Devina didn’t want nice- she wanted rough.

In an effort to get the blonde to catch her drift, she pushed her hips a little harder back into his. Feeling exactly how much her dancing was affecting him sent more thrill pulsing through her body. 

She could feel her very skimpy underwear would soon be soaked if they continued as they were.

Mr. Lifeguard moved his hands to her hips and gripped them firmly. His movement became more and more off beat as he held her firmly against him. 

Devina, feeling desperate to push this little dance along to the part where this blonde adonis was dragging her into the bathroom to f**k her senseless against the sink, decided to test her ability to bend over.

Moving her hips with the beat still, she slowly bent her body forward. She could feel the strings of her garter belt stretching to accommodate the movement as her short hemline slowly slid up.

If he wanted to, he could easily have whipped it out right then and slid right inside her.

She stayed bent and dancing for a few seconds before starting her return up right. The blonde was barely holding on for dear life as he struggled to keep up smoothly with her hips. Devina loved that she was having this effect on him.

Another perfect stranger brought to the edge of pleasure in no time at all. 

Devina started to straighten out again and briefly looked around her to see if anyone was particularly focused on their dancing, to see how much farther she could push things. Part of her wanted there to be someone watching her be so bad. The idea was just too tantalizing.

Her eyes swept from left to right, skipping quickly over the sofa pushed against the far wall opposite where Devina was dancing. 

Wait a f*****g minute! Her inner voice screamed at her.

She snapped her head back over to the sofa so fast, she felt the air move around her cat ears.

There, on the sofa, sat the demi-god.

He had on an all-black suit and black button-up. Expensive by the look of it. The way it fit him, even seated, was enough to make Devina immediately melt a little more.  

He sat in the corner of the sofa, although with the intimidating energy rolling off him there was no chance of anyone sitting beside him.

One leg was lifted with the ankle resting on the other knee. One arm draped easily on the back of the sofa with the other resting gently in his lap, holding what looked to be a glass of whiskey, neat.

Devina immediately got caught in the piercing stare of his beautiful green eyes. He was shooting daggers at her but they seemed both angry and pleased. As if conflicted about whether he liked what he was seeing or debating on how to kill the blonde behind her.

Jacob lifted his drink to his lips and tossed the remaining liquid back with ease. He shifted and adjusted himself a bit, all without taking his eyes off Devina as she continued to gyrate on the blonde who suddenly seemed far too boring. 

Jacob placed his hand again in his lap. It was so dark that Devina could only really see what he was doing in brief flashes when the party lights swept directly over his body.

Devina stared intensely back at Jacob, not having a clue what to do with the situation she suddenly found herself in.

Dancing on a man she couldn't care less about, while the one she had been agonizing over for almost 3 full days now sat across the party from her; watching her like she was his prey and he was there to capture and drag her to his home to be his pet.

She noticed his hand in his lap slowly and subtly starting to move. So slow that had she not been staring so intensely, she wouldn’t have noticed it at all. When the lights flashed on him again, she realized he was stroking himself through his pants. She couldn’t see much, but it was obvious he was hard.

Devina’s breath caught in her throat as a knowing smirk slid across Jacob’s face.

He shifted slightly again, removing his arm from the back of the sofa and, with two seductive fingers, he motioned at Devina for her to come over to him.

Just as he did, Devina felt the blonde behind her tighten his grip and stiffen against her.

“Fuckkkkkkkk” he hissed out.

He did not just c*m in his pants. Devina was both screaming and laughing in her mind. He did, didn’t he?!

Perfect timing. 

Devina didn’t so much as glance behind her as she pulled away and slowly weaved her way over to Jacob. As if she didn’t just blow that poor man's mind. 

Her thoughts were swirling between all the alcohol and the overwhelming s****l energy building stronger and stronger as she got closer to Jacob.

When she reached him, she had no words sorted out. She just stood there in all her latex-covered glory as his eyes seemed to scan every little detail of her. 

“How did you know where to come?” Devina finally got the nerve to ask.

“Peter said this was the address of the only male he had driven home with you from the bar. I figured it was Javi and took my chances,”

Devina rolled her eyes.

Fucking Peter, I thought we had become friends! 

“Don’t do that, Devina. You’re in enough trouble as it is,” Jacob said, his tone harsher than she had expected it to be.

“Excuse me?” She exclaimed, a little louder than she had planned. “If anyone is in trouble it’s you for ghosting me, then just showing up here like I’ve done something wrong. You bailed, I moved on,” she added, flipping her hair off her shoulder.

“Come here,” Jacob said, pointing to his lap as if she should sit in it.

‘No,” she replied, although it's all her body wanted to do. Preferably naked.

“No is not a word I like to hear moy kotenok. Sit,” 

Before Devina could formulate her argument against his childish remark, Jacob leaned forward and easily scooped her drunk ass up and into his lap.

Now her latex-covered ass was firmly nestled in his lap and she couldn’t help but immediately notice the massive size difference between Jacobs' hard c**k and the one she had just been dancing on. 

“You don’t get to just disappear, then come back and act like I'm yours or that I'm in the wrong on something,” Devina said, twisting to square her shoulders with his. 

His arm was clamped firmly around her, holding her against him.

“I didn’t ghost you, Devina. I dropped my phone while I was in one of my machine shops and didn’t get a new one until I got back to the US. I didn’t have your number backed up, so I have been waiting for a text from you so I could tell you what happened,”

Devina watched his face as closely as she could with the flashing lights and her blurred drunk vision.

She had gotten pretty good at detecting bullshit in men after years of dating Rhett. To her surprise, Jacob really seemed to be telling the truth. 

“Okay, but still, if you weren't trying to ghost me, then why did you unmatch with me on the app?”

Devina knew it sounded a little petty to bring up but she needed to know.

Jacob had the audacity to chuckle at her before replying, “So that’s what this is? My text did not go through and you assumed the worst because you noticed I deleted my app account?”

Jacob shook his head.

“You what?” Devina asked, her surprise clear in her voice.

Jacob leaned forward so close that his hot breath was fanning deliciously over the tops of her breasts.

“I deleted my account after our first date, Devina. I am a very busy man. I have little time to juggle women and dates. When I find something I like, I pursue it with no distractions,” 

“Oh,” was all Devina could muster in response, suddenly unsure of how to feel about her previous decision to move on from Jacob.

There was a little voice in the back of her mind telling her to tread lightly because he could just be a great liar. Most Russian men were. However, there was an overwhelmingly louder voice in her mind telling her to give him another chance and that she had been too quick to cut him out.

Jacob grinned at her as he lifted a hand to her cheek.

“I'm not a child moy kotenok. I don't play with things for fun, then just leave them on the ground wherever I please because something else catches my eye. We haven’t had enough time together yet for you to know that, and that is my fault, but I would appreciate it if you would communicate with me before deciding to be done with me,”

His words cut through the last bit of her rapidly fading armor.

She wanted him and he was saying all the right things. 

“I-I’m sorry Jacob,” Devina finally mumbled into his ear.

“Don’t be sorry little one. Just let me make it right now, okay?”

Devina melted into him as if his words had been the final hot push to crumble her into putty in his hands.

She nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck and nodded. 

“Now, as for what you are in trouble for, I think we should go somewhere a little less crowded to discuss that,”

Devina’s cheeks heated at his words.

She quickly shuffled up and off his lap. He rose and with a hand firmly gripping her hip, she led him through the party and to the guest room where she was supposed to be sleeping that night.

Once inside, Jacob shut and locked the door.