11 comments/ 15582 views/ 10 favorites Lucky You Are Ch. 02 By: frozen_hotchocolate So here is Chapter 2! Some people's names have been changed... Please vote, comment, or flood my email....whatever your preference (: Enjoy! ******* "Turn that down!" Demi bitched for the fifth time. Once again Julian ignored her, giving her a slight sideways glance as she reclined in the passenger seat, dark aviators on. "This is the Watch the Throne album. I'm not turning shit down. Besides, you're in my damn car. We have another half an hour to your house, and I would hope you would just shut the hell up the rest of the ride," he growled. Demi gasped. "Did you just tell me to shut the hell up? Pull over. I'll get home on my own." Julian snorted. He was picturing Demi hitchhiking on the side of the road in her skintight jeans and five-inch heels. Yeah she'd get a ride all right. "I'm not stopping this car, so unless you're gonna try the stop, drop and roll method while the car's going 80mph, I suggest you just be quiet." Her mouth gaped open and then closed as she fought to think of something snappy to say. Finding none, she huffed and sat still in her seat. Julian was only granted a few minutes of silence however when his phone started ringing again. Looking onto the lit up screen of his navigation, he saw it said unknown number. Muttering a curse, he pressed the accept button for the Bluetooth. "De Luca," he said shortly. "Hello, Mr. De Luca. Please just confirm if I understand this right. You are currently the temporary manager for Demi Smith, correct?" a soft voice, female, asked. Out of the corner of his eye, Julian could see Demi perk up. He took a sharp turn, which sent her crashing slightly into the door. She narrowed her eyes at him. He smirked. "Yes, I am. Who is this?" He asked, back to business. "This is Amerie Cole, I'm the editor-in-chief for Vibe magazine. I wanted to know if we could get Demi to be on our December cover," she inquired. "Demi's not available tomorrow through Friday, but if you're open Saturday, I can book it." "Saturday's perfect. Do you think she'd be willing to do a nude shoot?" Again Julian gave glanced at her. Her lips seemed to be set in a pout, as if she were thinking. After a few seconds, she nodded. "Yes, she would." "Great! We'll shoot Saturday at nine a.m. And I hope to see you guys then. Thank you, Mr. De Luca." "No problem." As the phone clicked off, his current favorite album started playing again, filling up the silence. "I can't believe you actually remembered my schedule. When I explained it to you, you had this dumb look on your face, as if you didn't comprehend. Impressive," she said, a backwards compliment. Julian rolled his eyes, sighing in relief as they finally pulled up in front of her house. "Yeah, well, I try," he muttered. "Aren't you going to drive me up the driveway?" she asked, slightly pouting. "Wasn't planning to, why?" "My feet hurt," she whined. "Giuseppe wasn't built for comfort, babe. Ever heard of Easy Spirits?" She gasped like he personally insulted her. Maybe he had. "They are not Giuseppe, they are Louboutin!" Julian shrugged. Not like he cared. The only knowledge he knew of heels were how to take them off of his...lady friends. "Just take me up to the front door," she demanded. "Look, gas is four dollars a gallon. I'm not wasting anymore of it on you." Demi shrieked with outrage. "Consider yourself fired, Mr. De Luca!" "I don't want to work for you anyway!" he yelled back. She slapped him. Julian flipped. He could feel the blood rushing to his face as his hands gripped the steering wheel hard. The veins in his arms and throat were pushing to the surface of his skin. A true Italian temper. Before he could control himself, he was throwing open his car door, and slamming it with a force that shook the car's frame. He walked around to the passenger side, pulled her out and threw her over his shoulder. ****** "Hey, what the fuck are you doing!" Demi yelled, shocked. Julian, for all intents and purposes, ignored her. His feet heavily pounding up her driveway. She could feel the muscles from his shoulder and arm flexing against her body and she shivered. He smelled so damn good too! It was a scent of expensive cologne and...something else. A tiny fissure of excitement ran up her spine. At the front door, Julian tersely said, "Keys," and she promptly supplied him with them. Stepping into the house, they were immediately greeted by her maid, Lena and her dog, which she named after her favorite hotel, St. Regis. Poor Lena looked very confused and worried. "Mr.? Ms.?" The dog barked furiously. "Bedroom?" His voice was still deep and cold. "Upstairs, make a left, last door on the right," Demi said, not wanting his temper to blow...again. Julian traveled upstairs, jostling her slightly as he did. The confused maid and barking dog could still be heard behind them. Demi gave the maid a little sign that she hope translated to, "Help me!" But she didn't think the maid was smart enough to understand. Before Demi knew it, she was being thrown onto her bed, with Julian's massive frame leaning over hers. His arms were supporting him and barricading her head. "Now," he started, calmly, not sounding out of breath at all. Anger glossed over his eyes making his midnight blue eyes glint. Demi for the most part tried not to think about the slightly compromising position they were in. Although, she couldn't help but think he was a man that knew exactly what to do with her...if he wanted to. He'd give it to her so good she'd cry. It'd never happened to her before, but she was willing to give it a try. No, bad Demi, she thought to herself. Stay away from Elijah De Luca's son. "Now," he was saying. "You're going to stop bitching. I'm going to go into your bathroom and turn the hot water on in the tub. You are going to take off your shoes and you are going to soak the feet you claim hurt so fucking much. And you are going to stay in that bathroom until I leave and I am far, far away. Did you get all of that, or do I have to repeat myself?" He uttered through his teeth, repeating words she had similarly said to him. Demi opened up her mouth to say something, when Julian cut her off by grabbing her blonde hair and pulling her face closer to his. Blood rushed to the area between her legs and began to pulsate. "Not another fucking word," he growled. "Get off of me. This has to be sexual harassment," she claimed, not sounding too sure. Julian snorted, but his angry expression never changed. "The way you're dressed, I'd say you're begging for it." He let go of her and backed up, heading for the bathroom. "Cocksucker!" she yelled behind him. "You will be," he threw over his shoulder. Demi waited until she heard the faucet running before she slid her heels off in a huff. She stomped over to the bathroom, wincing at the pain. "In," he uttered, his tone clipped. "Listen, I don't appreciate you talking to me like-" "Didn't I tell you before to stop fucking talking? Get your feet in this damn tub. Right now." Demi narrowed her eyes at him. "No," she declared, poking him in the chest. Julian's eyes flared up with renewed anger. It was noticeable enough that she slightly hesitated. "Do. Not. Touch. Me." She laughed sourly. "Big bad Julian doesn't like to be touched. Well," she poked him in the chest again. "I. Don't. Fucking. Care," she cursed, poking him with emphasis on every word. Julian's eyes narrowing to mere slits were the only warning she had before he, quite literally, pushed her in the tub. Demi sputtered and flapped around in a watery prison while Julian looked on and laughed. Regaining her balance, Demi pushed a thatch of blonde hair out of her face and glared at him. "Wet yet?" Julian managed to ask, before delivering more deep, rumbling laughs. His beautiful face was tossed back and his eyes were closed as he laughed, therefore, he was unable to see when she reached out a watery hand and grabbed his shirt, pulling him in to the filled tub. As he sputtered and splashed around, she turned off the faucet and tried to rearrange her hair again. She noticed he became quiet and still. Looking up, she saw him staring at her, or rather, her chest. "What?" she asked absentmindedly before looking down to see for herself. Her white shirt, now soaked with water, became see-through. The shape of her breasts could be seen. Her areolas and nipples pressed tight against the stretchy fabric of her t-shirt. She blushed in mortification before looking back up at him. He was staring at her so intently, a nameless spark in his eye. She quickly lifted her hands and awkwardly covered her breasts. "Would you quit-" She managed to get out before Julian grabbed her by her hair and glued his lips to hers. A huge hand traveled to her hip, pulling her forward and forcing her into a straddling position. Demi wrapped her arms around his shoulders and opened her mouth as his tongue nudged hers for entry. Her nerves were on edge, and every stroke of his tongue against hers caused an answering throb between her legs. Demi felt Julian's hand as it abandoned her hip to mold her breast and pull her nipple. She threw her head back, moaning at the intense feeling of pleasure and pain it caused. **** "Feel good?" he asked as he nipped her chin. His voice was rough, primal, filled with an aroused huskiness that surprised him. The effect this girl had on him in mere minutes was startling. He knew he should let her go and leave, but... Julian's fingers explored further, found her jean-clad ass and flexed. Demi let out a startled cry, staring at him with those wide greenish hazel eyes of hers. Before she could say anything, his lips covered hers, his tongue stroking hers. Demi sighed into his mouth, leaning heavily on him. Julian briefly pulled away long enough to take her shirt off. Her breasts were magnificent, standing proudly on their own; they didn't sag with age. And as he reached for one, squeezing and testing its weight in his warm palm, he knew they were natural. As he leaned forward and pulled a dusky nipple into his mouth, Demi shivered almost violently. Leaning back, Julian smirked, "Are you cold?" "Yes. No," she answered breathlessly, laughing at herself. "I can't think when you look at me like that." "Like what?" "Like I'm about to get the fuck of my life in this tub," she said, biting her lip. A lascivious smile graced his lips even as his cock jumped in his pants. "Maybe you are." Demi bit her lip again and looked away. "I have something to say." Julian made an encouraging noise even as he suckled at her neck. "I told you I can't think when you do that," she whined half-heartedly. "Don't think, just feel," he said. They were both silent for a second before busting into laughter. "Okay, definitely not my finest line," Julian, admitted. "No, definitely not. That...that was very corny and clichéd," Demi laughed. "Fine. Fine. What did you want to say to me?" Again she looked away, avoiding his gaze. He had to strain to hear her, but when he did he froze. "Julian?" she asked worriedly. "Come again?" he asked, even as he began to pull away from her. His voice sounded emotionless and hollow even to him. Demi flinched slightly and looked down at the water with sudden interest. "I'm a virgin." Julian nodded to himself and jumped out of the tub. "Where are you going?" Demi yelled after him. "Far away from here," Julian muttered. "Wait!" she called. He would have kept walking had he not felt a small hand grab for his wrist. Turning around he dragged a hand down his face while muttering, "How the hell could you be a virgin?" Briefly, he let himself think of the irony that a sex symbol hadn't even had sex yet. "I just never got around to having sex," she said, defensively. "But I have a proposition for you." Julian looked at her gorgeous, slightly irritated face and his eyes began to trail down to see her still wet, caramel-toned sculpted body. As his eyes left her perky breast, he found that his eyes snagged on her waistline. How the hell was her waist so small? He asked himself, angry. "What did you just say?" She rolled her eyes and he immediately knew the Demi in the tub was no longer there. She was back to being her demanding, bitchy self. "I said, I have a proposition for you." His fist balled at his sides and he gritted his teeth. "Could you at least put a shirt on?" Demi smirked smugly before quickly unbuttoning her jeans and wiggling her sweet ass out of them. "What the fuck are you doing?" Julian asked through teeth that were so clenched he was unsure if she was able to make out what he said. His fists were still balled tightly at his sides, his arm muscles flexing with the effort not to touch her. If he allowed himself to look down, he would see that she had on boy shorts, his favorite on women. "Trying to persuade you into accepting my proposition," she said, answering his previous, forgotten, question. Demi slinked- yes, slinked, for it was the only way he could describe her catlike grace- over to him. She stopped in front of him, so close there was no air between them. Every time she breathed, her breasts brushed against his wet shirt. His fingernails cut into the skin of his palms as he clenched tighter. "Have sex with me and teach me all there is to know about sex and seduction," she whispered, looking up at him from under thick sooty lashes. You have the seduction part down, he thought ruefully. "Now why would I do that?" His jaw was beginning to hurt from being clenched so tightly, but her close proximity was pushing him to his limits. "Its unlimited sex with Demi Smith. Every guy's wet dream since I landed that Sports Illustrated cover," she stated conceitedly. But damn her, it was probably true. "Why me?" "Because after three weeks, we won't have to see each other anymore. Because I know you won't say anything to anybody because I would fire your dad and I'm sure you don't want to upset him," she stopped briefly to reach up and curl a finger in his curly black hair. Julian restrained himself from touching her, knowing that if he did, he wouldn't be able to stop. "And because if you did say anything, I could just say a little something to the press and you could kiss your company sales goodbye." Demi sealed his fate with a sweet kiss to his still red lips. He made no move to join her in the kiss but she seemed okay with that as she pulled back and ran her hand down his stomach and rubbed his cock through his jeans. Julian inhaled deeply, cursing himself silently. "Your cock says yes," he groaned softly at hearing her say cock, "but what do you say?" Her hand rubbed against him more urgently, drawing another groan from him before he grabbed her arms and pushed her into the nearest wall. **** Demi suddenly found herself pinned against the wall and a hand around her neck, an erection poking her stomach, and an angry Italian staring her. "Wrap you legs around me you fucking minx," he growled and she rushed to do just that, an undeniable wetness in her panties. She moaned as the new position made his erection nudge her clit in the sweetest way. "Now you listen to me. I don't take being threatened lightly. The only reason why I'm going to agree to this is because of my father and my company. With that said, you're not aloud to spread these golden legs for anybody except for me until your little proposition is fulfilled." He paused to smirk at her. "And I require that you call me daddy when we're in private." Demi bristled. She was not calling him that. "I am not saying that." Julian tweaked a nipple. "Of course not. You'll be screaming it." Demi glared at him. "Is that all?" "For now." "Fine. Now I have something to add, since we're adding rules. You can't fuck any other girl either. I don't want any surprises in the form of STDs." "I'll think about it," Julian said, releasing her and backing up. She immediately wanted to mourn the loss but shook herself out of it. "You'll think about it?" she shrieked. "Yes. You already made your proposition and rules. You should have thought about that before. You told me I had to fuck you, teach you all there is to know about sex and seduction, and keep my mouth shut. You never said I only got to fuck you," Julian replied, the smug smile on his face. He had a face as innocent as an angel, but a mind as cunning as the devil's. "Fine! Get out!" She exclaimed, limping, feet radiating with pain, into her closet for something to wear. The brief sexual tension had caused her to forget why he'd run the bath in the first place. Damn heels. He followed her. "What? I don't get to claim my prize?" "No! Not now, we have shit to do, manager," she said his title scathingly. "So shoo out of here! Skedaddle like Fred Flintstone. Make sure you get back here to pick me up at 6 for the black tie event." Julian narrowed his eyes at her briefly before muttering, "Yabba dabba do." Demi let out a breath when she heard her bedroom door close. Damn him! Lucky You Are Ch. 03 At the sound of her heels on the pavement, Julian threw aside his cigarette and offered a prayer up to God. He had sped home right after he left Demi's. Her...proposal had been on his mind ever since. And the way she had grabbed his... "You're smoking again? You have to quit that as long as you're working for me," she ordered. Demi stretched a heeled foot and snuffed the glowing cigarette out. Leaning her lithe body up against his broad, muscular one, she asked in a suddenly husky voice, "Have you thought about my proposal?" Julian allowed his eyes to look at her, really look at her. Inwardly, he groaned. Her dress was the color of brown topaz and glittered similarly. It had a sweetheart neckline with spaghetti straps and fit her body like a floor length glove. "You look like a slut in that dress," he said chokingly. Her glossed lips spread into a sultry smile as she pushed herself on tiptoes to be level with his ear. Her wavy blond hair brushed his neck. "You can take it off if you like," her tongue briefly flicked at his earlobe. "This has to be sexual harassment," he growled. "Not if you like it." "That's exactly why its harassment. I'm being manipulated into liking it." Demi stepped back and smirked at him. "You're a grown man Julian, I can't manipulate you any more than you wanna be." As if coming out of a seductive trance, she snapped at him and said waspishly, "Now come around back. Andre and others are waiting." The others turned out to be her drivers, her publicist and numerous bodyguards. After piling into their respective cars, the first being Demi, Julian, Andre and Tina-the publicist- and the other for the bodyguards. Not for the first time, Julian wondered why he was here. Demi rolled her eyes. "I take most of my team with me when I go to these red carpet events," she said, answering his unspoken question. Had he said that out loud? "Whose event is this anyway?" he muttered. He wasn't too sure of it, but he swore Demi stiffened in her seat. "It's an album release party...you'll see. It's coming up now." Looking out the window, Julian could see they were somewhere in Hollywood, in front of a club that had an old Spanish décor, with Spanish tiles and gaudy lion heads. He could also see the red carpet and the hundreds of flashing bulbs of the paparazzi. Their voices- "Who is that?" "Whose in the limo?" "Better be worth these shots..."- could be heard by everyone inside the limo. Julian swallowed and looked away, his gaze catching Demi, who was staring at him intently. As if putting a mask on her face, her features softened and she winked at him, before stepping out of the limo. The bodyguards barely had time to get out and surround her before the paparazzi, lights and questions swarmed her... Speaking of questions...some of them, Julian thought, were outrageous. Especially when he stepped out of the limo. "Who are you?" None of your business, he thought, walking forward. "Are you Demi's boyfriend?" He smirked at that, but immediately caught his mistake when the crowd collectively gasped and pressed their shutter buttons eagerly. "How long have you guys been dating?" "Are you going to get married?" "Is there a baby?" "Are you-" Julian sighed with relief when the door of the club closed behind him, cutting off the eager reporters. How did they jump from being her boyfriend to her baby's daddy was beyond him, but he knew he wanted no part of that. Demi was a bitch, but he gave her props for being able to handle that...craziness. "You learn to get over it," a deep voice said, coming from behind him. Julian turned to see Andre, one of Demi's assistants, smirking at him. Andre was almost as tall as Julian, which meant something, since Julian himself was quite tall at 6'0''. His brown eyes sparkled with mirth and he had slight laugh lines at the corners of his mouth. A man who liked to laugh, and had done so many times. Julian returned the smirk. "Yeah, well, I guess I'm lucky. I only have to deal with this for three weeks." Andre snorted. "According to the paparazzi, you're in this for nine months. You know, with the baby she's expecting and all." They both laughed. "So you heard that shit too huh?" The pair lapsed into an easy conversation, ignoring the other people and celebrities in the room, for different reasons. Andre had already seen them all and Julian simply didn't care. ***** It was well past cocktail hour when she found them. She began to look for him when the false smiles became too much on her cheeks and she felt her lips could crack under her expensive gloss. She was bored and wanted to go home, maybe get a move on her proposition. She smirked. "There you guys are!" she exclaimed. Two heads simultaneously swiveled towards her direction and greedy eyes gobbled up her approach. But it was a pair of dark blue eyes that interested her the most. Julian looked good tonight. Well, he always did, but he had a debonair quality to his looks today. His black designer, Armani perhaps, suit fit him well along his broad shoulders and muscular, lengthy limbs. His usually unruly black hair was slicked back with industrial strength gel and product. Yes, definitely suave. Tightening her hand on her champagne glass, she walked up to the tall gentlemen. "Julian," she gave a polite nod in his general direction, feigning disinterest. "Andre," she nodded again. "Demi." "Ms. Smith." The two glanced at each other before looking back at her. Julian swiped a drink from a passing waiter's tray. "I trust that you two are enjoying yourselves," she said, making it more a statement rather than a question. Andre dutifully nodded, while Julian smirked at her over his glass. "Yes, I trust that I am rather enjoying myself," he muttered. The two men snorted with laughter. "What?" she barked. "Do you always speak like that in public?" Julian asked. "Like how? Proper?" she suggested sassily. "Phony?" A small silence descended on their group, despite the noise in the room. "I always speak this way," she uttered, through slightly clenched teeth. "You didn't when you were on the radio," he pointed out. She swirled her champagne around in her glass as she glared at him. "Yes, but certain settings call for certain...things. When you're speaking on a radio that only airs in the ghettoes, you should speak...informally. When you're at a party with your peers, you should speak proper." "Ah," Julian said, tipping his head back slightly. "So you're a conformist?" In her peripheral she could see Andre hide his smile behind a hand. "No, I just have many personalities." "So now you are not only a conformist, but you have multiple personality disorder." He smiled widely, showing even white teeth. She wanted to slap him. "Now that is distasteful," she said, pouting slightly. "I'd like to refer myself to a chameleon. I'm able to adapt to different surroundings and environments. And if you were half the reptile I am, maybe you could learn the necessity of the talent," she suggested, smirking. "Oh, but I'd rather much be warm blooded." Demi raised a brow, and clenched her teeth briefly. "So you say now. One month in this business and you'll change your mind. I'm sure of it." Before he could answer her, a voice- one that she knew well, and hated just as much- drifted over them. "Demi, doll!" Brie's voice was syrupy sweet and just as cloying. Pasting on another fake smile, Demi turned around, ignoring Julian's questionable glance. "Brie! Congratulations on the new album!" Brie laughed, showing off perfect teeth. "Thank you! I'm so glad you could make it." Yeah, right, Demi thought. Brie was in top form for her album release party tonight. She was beautiful with her curly black Afro that was full and lustrous and highlighted her chocolate brown eyes and skin. The gold dress she wore put Demi's to shame, making her feel like she was wearing a burlap sack. Demi smirked happily when she saw the deep V-neck of Brie's dress and saw the flatness there. Brie may beat her in an ass competition, but at least she wasn't apart of the itty-bitty titty committee. "Oh, Demi, whose this?" Brie asked, locking her eyes on Julian. Demi tensed as she saw the look in Brie's eyes and was tempted to say 'none of your damn business', but properly responded with an introduction. "Julian, its nice to meet you," Brie said, extending a smooth, dark skinned hand towards him. Julian's eyes made a quick circuit up and down Brie's body that made Demi's blood boil before shaking Brie's hand. "I don't believe I've seen you around before," Brie rasped. "You haven't. I've only been with Demi for a day. I'm her...temporary manager," Julian explained. "Oh," Brie said, turning toward Demi, "is he any good?" "So far," Demi said, briefly glaring at Julian, who returned the glare. Brie bit her lip as if thinking, but Demi was willing to bet it was a seduction ploy. "Well, maybe when you're...done with Demi, you could come over to me. I've been looking for a new manager." Demi rolled her eyes. Julian smiled politely. "I'll see what I can do." Brie smiled back at him and winked before saying her goodbyes to Demi and Andre. Looking up, Demi could see Julian's eyes glued to the sway of Brie's wide hips as she walked away. Shoving her glass in his hand, she muttered, "Close your mouth. You look quite dumb," before walking away into the crowd. To distract her from thoughts of Julian and Brie fucking, Demi started to strike up a conversation with the first person she saw, which so happened to be Jared King. He had been her music producer for her last album, Demi-God, and before Juliann came along, Demi had a little crush on him. He was tall, almost as tall as Julian, had smooth dark skin and a winning, bright white smile. His body wasn't the most muscular she had seen, but he still looked damn good in that tux. And he had so much power and sway in the music industry... "Hey Jared! Long time, no see," she gushed, cringing slightly at the clichéd icebreaker. "How are you?" Jared smiled at her and she felt a responding throb between her legs. She smiled smugly when she saw his eyes absorb her in her dress. Her skin was glowing, thanks to a special lotion that costs her hundreds. Her breasts were pushed up enticingly in the cups of her sweetheart gown. And her hips were not lying as they protruded from her small waist. When she was younger, she had been self-conscious of her curves, hiding herself in baggy clothes and the works, but now she was a woman well aware of the political and romantic advantage her body gave her over men. And not for nothing, she enjoyed being a cock-tease. "I'm good, I'm good, can't complain since I made a million dollars yesterday sitting on my ass. And you? I'm sure you're well with your new album. Congrats by the way," he lifted his champagne glass to her briefly as a toast. "Thank you. I'm doing all right; you know how it is with a new album. Interviews, tour dates and everything. It gets a bit hectic." She breathed deeply and smirked when she saw his eyes drop quickly to her heaving chest and back. Jared almost seemed to blush when their eyes met. Caught. "I'm sorry. You're beautiful body is just distracting." Demi lifted an eyebrow, but inside she was smiling wide. "Oh really?" Jared nodded in agreement and opened his mouth to say something when they were interrupted by a voice beside her. Looking up at the waiter, she daintily grabbed a hors d'oeuvre. Unconsciously, her eyes drifted further up and over the waiter's shoulder and she saw a sight that made her heart stop and beat faster at the same time. Julian was leaning against a far wall, staring at her intently. She could feel the heat of his gaze all the way from here. To anybody else he looked to be casually resting against the wall, with his hands in his pockets, but she knew better. She'd seen him angry enough to know he was tense, jaw was locked, and his blue eyes were glittering at her with a possessive anger she felt he had no right to have. She shivered and turned back to Jared. The moment took only a few seconds, but she felt as though hours had passed. Snapping back, she resumed her conversation with Jared. "Distracting how?" She questioned coyly. Jared smiled again. "Distracting like half the time I was thinking about your album and half the time I was thinking about what I would do to that body if we were alone and you were mine." Demi blushed, "And what would you do?" She stood in shock as a harsh, yet seductive deep male voice whispered in her ear. "I know what I would do. I'd bend that sweet caramel body over and plunge my fat cock into your tight pussy. I'll pull out all the way so I see your virginal blood on my dick and then I'll push in again and groan when I force your snug sheath to stretch. And then you'll take all of me," Julian said, pushing his lower half against her ass slightly. She could feel his hardened member against her. Between her legs she received an answering throb that nearly took her breath away. Her panties were sticky with cream from her weeping slit. "And then...and then baby, I'll fucking own you; it'll be like daddy's home- matter of fact, why don't I show you exactly what I want to do? I don't care what you say to this fucker, but you better be following behind me." His tone tipped her off and shivering slightly, she said goodbye to Jared, pleading a business emergency. She didn't stick around to see if he believed her. ********** When he was sure they were out of Jared's line of sight, he grabbed Demi's elbow and guided her down a hallway and into the last door in the corridor. "What the hell are you doing? Someone could see us!" Demi screeched as Julian pushed her inside the room and locked the door behind them. Julian did a quick sweep of the room with his eyes for cameras, noting they were in a dressing room. There was a standard brown couch and a white vanity table. Perfect. Taking off his suit jacket, he tossed it onto the couch. "Go sit on the table," he told her, rolling up the sleeves of his white button down shirt. Inside he was seething. He had steadily followed behind her after the encounter with Brie, keeping a slight distance, and had been bothered when he saw her approach some guy. He became irritated when he saw the same guy look at Demi like a cat does a mouse. He quickly became enraged when he saw what were sure signs of her flirting: flipping her thick hair over her shoulder, hand on her hip, excessive smiling... Then she looked up at him. He tried to make his thoughts known to her, telepathy. 'You are MINE', was the general message. But when she turned back around and continued her conversation with the man, Julian was up and off the wall, and speed walking towards them. He was seeing a mixture of red and green like it was goddamn Christmas, and it had nothing to do with the club strobe lights and more to do with his friends. Anger and Jealousy. "Excuse me?" Demi questioned, not looking inclined to move. "I've accepted your proposition: it's time for lesson one," he said lightly, nodding his head toward the vanity table. "But- why here?" Julian shrugged. "Why not?" Seeing that she wasn't going to move on her own, Julian picked her up and quickly sat her down on the table. He sat down on the chair in front of her closed legs. Shaking his head, he gripped the hem of her gown and pushed it up her legs slowly, his eyes trained on her the whole time. When he reached her upper thigh, he stopped. He stared at her more closely, noting that she was breathing heavier. She returned his gaze with a raised brow, daring him. Julian smirked and grabbed her knees, forcing her legs apart. He heard her inhale sharply before calming down. Julian gripped her thong with his thumbs and began to steadily tug it down, still maintaining eye contact with her. She kept her green eyes trained on his, surprising him. Pulling the thong off, he briefly noted it was a lacy, beige number before putting it in his pant pocket. He pulled her forward, so that her ass was barely on the edge of the table. From where he was sitting he had the perfect view of her bare slit, which he noted pleased, was wet, extremely. "When you're alone, how do you touch yourself? Show me," he commanded. Demi shook her head stubbornly. "I don't touch myself." It was his turn to lift a brow. "You mean to tell me a young woman, who's incredibly sexy and a virgin, raised in the 21st century, has never masturbated." Demi blushed slightly and rolled her eyes. "Okay. I lied. I have." Julian gave her a charming smile. "Great. Show me how." Demi hesitated for a minute before her hand fell between her legs. When he saw what she was doing, he grabbed her wrist and pushed it aside. "That's the problem with Americans, everyone wants to rush. Andare lento. Take your time." Standing up, he pressed his lips to hers, teasing her with light nips before stroking her tongue with his. While his tongue was busy, his hands were stroking her inner thighs, making a continuous circuit back and forth. Demi moaned lightly against his lips. Julian marveled at the smoothness of her skin. It was like rubbing his hand against butter! On one particular circuit, Julian brushed his thumb against her smooth slit. She jumped in response. He continued to brush against her pussy, gradually moving closer and closer to her clit. When he finally touched the now pulsing nub, Demi let out a shuttered breath and bit down on his bottom lip a little. He groaned, feeling his patience run thin. Forgetting what he had told her previously about going slow, he kneeled down and licked at the slight moisture between her legs. His licking and sucking increased in speed and he worked one finger into her tight body. He began to flick her clit with his tongue, enjoying her moans above him. They stayed that way for a short while; Demi's moans gradually becoming louder as she came closer to her climax. And when that moment finally came, Demi's hips lifted off of the table and she let out a keening cry as he legs wrapped tightly around his neck. Julian swore, God damn him, but he wanted her to be his. He wanted to fucking own her- his own private sex goddess. Right then he knew he would do anything to have her. When Demi finally came down from her high, she flipped her wavy blonde hair to one shoulder and smiled shyly at him. "Can I have my panties back?" Julian paused, pursing his lips as though he were thinking about it. "Nope." Demi's gaze dropped briefly to his pants, and his erection. He almost groaned aloud when he saw the hunger in her eyes. He couldn't help the twitch his cock made when she bit her lip. "Do you want me to help you with that?" she inquired innocently. Hell fucking yeah, he thought. Visions of him bending her over the table and taking her like an animal flooded his mind, but he shook them away. "Nope. Another lesson, for another day," he said, helping her down from the table. As her dress fell back into place an odd look came over her face. "Why didn't you sleep with me?" Julian raised a brow at her briefly before smiling and donning his suit jacket. "Like I said, another lesson for another day. Is my tie straight?" Demi stepped forward to straighten his tie, a vacant look in her eyes. "Are you going to go fuck Brie?" The air left his lungs; he was stunned. Where the fuck had that come from? Brie was the farthest from his mind- and so was the thought of having sex with her. And then he started to get angry. Why did she have to ruin everything? Julian took a threatening step forward, backing her onto the couch, and bracing himself on his forearms above her. He suddenly wanted to get her as angry as he was. Lucky You Are Ch. 03 ***** Julian's fingers dug into her upper arms like claws. "And if I was? It's certainly within my rights! It doesn't go against any rule of your stupid proposition!" he shouted. Demi glared at him. The nerve of him! "You fucking-" "Are you going to fuck Jared?" "Maybe I will, since you're not willing to do it!" They were nose to nose, shouting into each other's face. His neck was flushed, a sure sign that he was angry. She felt her fists curling at her sides. "What the fuck did you just say?" His voice was so deep and garbled it seemed stuck in his throat. "That Jared will be happy to stick his cock in my pussy, not just a couple of fingers," she said, slowly, the tips of their noses still touching. "God woman, I don't know if I should strangle you or throw you on the floor and pound you into oblivion." "Well, while you're still trying to figure it out, I'll go find Jared," she stated, a little evil nymph inside her enjoying their fight. She sat up as if she was going to step around him, but he slammed her back against the cushions. His lips crashed against hers, demanding. A swift hand gathered up her gown and two fingers plunged into her still wet body. Her hips arched widely. He pulled his lips off of hers to nip at her neck menacingly. "This pussy is mine, capisce?" "Yes," she moaned, her tight body clutching his fingers. "Si, who?" Julian asked through clenched teeth. His fingers plunged harder, faster. Demi only had to think of her response for a second before she remembered. "Yes, daddy." Her climax was swift, but breathtaking. "Get on your knees," he directed. Demi immediately moved off the couch to do so. With the pleasure he just gave her, she'd probably follow him into hell. But she was the one in for a surprise when Julian towered over her and began to unzip his pants. Immediately she was filled with another rush of lust, and innocent fear. It was large. It was a smooth, thick tan column of flesh, with an angry red mushroom shaped head. Demi was overwhelmed with the urge to put his cock in her mouth. Looking up, her eyes met his hungry ones, and he smirked at whatever expression was on her face as he began to masturbate himself in front of her. As his huge hand gave his cock a strong tug, pearly white pre-cum wept from the small hole. Demi licked her lips. The hand began to tug harder, faster. Above her Julian groaned. His eyes were now closed, head tossed back and small white teeth were biting at his lower lip. ********* "Julian?" she whispered, breaking the semi-euphoric state he was in. The husky tone in her voice surprised him, making his cock jump briefly in his hand. Damn, he was so close. He opened his eyes slowly again, looking down at her. Her eyes were jumping back and forth between his face and his rapidly moving hand. "Do you want a treat from daddy?" he asked, his voice deeply thick, and raspy. Demi nodded her head obediently. Grabbing her hair with his free hand, he pulled her face forward, so that her pouty lips were pressed against the head of his cock. Growling, he commanded, "Open your mouth." Just as his dick pushed past her thick lips, Julian came. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth and tongue against him was too much. He kept a hand tangled in her hair, feeding her more of his cock, giving her a silent command to swallow. ******** His cock lodged into her throat warned, swallow or suffocate to death. Demi had no choice but to swallow. His...cum was slightly salty, but oddly sweet similarly. She didn't know what concerned her more. The fact that she liked his taste, liked his cock in her mouth or both. His expression of pure pleasure, rapture filled her with an odd sense of power, something totally unlike what she felt when she was on stage. She could easily see herself becoming addicted to it. Julian pulled himself out of her mouth with a soft curse, staring down at her for a moment before fixing himself back into his pants. She stood up and waited for him to say something, anything. Julian smirked down at her, using their difference in height to his advantage. He grasped her chin with calloused fingers. Bringing her in close, when he spoke next, his lips brushed against hers. "Now kiss Jared with the taste of me in your mouth. I dare you." His lips claimed hers, bruising slightly. He forced her mouth open with his tongue and fed it to her. The fierce kiss ended with sexy little nips on her swollen lips. The kiss was breathtaking. Pulling back from her, Julian spoke again; his voice was deadly quiet, serious and left no room for argument. "For these two weeks, you're mine, Demi. She was still gasping for breath long after he left.