You had been living at the Hotel Cortez for at least 2 months now and had become close with many residents belonging to the extraordinary place. Liz was who you considered to be your best friend, Sally was the one who you would get drunk with and play games when it would get boring, Donovan was like an older brother to you, and although The Countess never really bothered with you at all, you didn’t care for her much either. Then there was Mr. March who would always just appear on the odd occasion and you would both share interesting conversations with each other and he was also the one person there who you found yourself extremely attracted to.
One day you decided to stay in your room as you felt like having a lazy day. Watching scary movies, eating lollies and having a jam to some music on your spotify playlists, all whilst staying in your pyjamas the entire time. This is what you spent the most day doing until the late afternoon when someone knocked on your door.
“Coming!” You yelled, turning down the music and adjusting your pj’s. You opened the door to find Mr. March elegantly standing with a smile on his face.
“Oh hey March, I was not expecting you at all”. You admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed due to being in your childish clothes in front of such a man as March.
“Yes, quite the obvious fact dear, but I did come for a purpose and it to invite you to dinner tonight at my room, 7pm, do you find yourself available?” Mr. March was somewhat nervous which was unusual, did he find you attractive? Is this a date he’s proposing? You played it off calm and cool.
“Yeah sounds great, I’ll see you in two hours then?” You answered back plainly, not wanting to say anything foolish like “of course, i would love to” or “are you kidding me, um, yes!” which were the actual thoughts in your brain when he asked you.
“Splendid, until then Ms Y/L/N”.
You closed the door and began pampering yourself for tonight as you had no idea what was in store. You showered, shaved and did your makeup extra nice but not too caked on, deciding on wearing a red, tight, strapless dress with your hair down and a silver choker with some silver heels & earring.
Once ready, at 6:50 you left your room, making your way to Mr. March’s room, which you had never been to before so this was quite strange and foreign to you.
Knocking on the door at precisely 6:57pm, you were greeted by Mrs Evers, the Hotels head maid. She welcomed you with a smile and ushered you through to the dining are where March was standing in front of the window, looking through the curtains at the outside world whilst puffing on a cigar.
You coughed to gain his attention as you awkwardly stood in the middle of this large dining room. March turned instantly and walked over to you, his gaze was without a doubt roaming around your body, making you feel warm and clammy.
“You look absolutely exquisite dear, my what a beauty you are”. He complimented, taking your hand and placing a gentle, soft kiss to the back of your hand. He then escorted you to your seat at the table, being such a proper gentleman, it made you feel as though you were back in time in the 20′s whenever March was around.
“For starters we shall be having smoked salmon with prawns, horseradish cream & lime vinaigrette, the main course will be in fact, Moroccan quail with rose-petal sauce and cucumber relish and well, the dessert my dear shall just have to be a surprise.” March stated, all those foods sounded very pleasing to your ears.
The tension, sexually on your side of the equation felt very high in this environment. You couldn’t quite sit still as you didn’t know how to deal with such a presence as March’s.
“So, March, what’s your name? I’m getting bored of calling you March all the time”. You decided to break the ice.
“James, dear”. He smirked.
You both continued talking about yourselves, interesting topics and conversations until you had both finished your main courses.
“So, James, what’s for dessert then, if it beats what we just ate I swear I will be absolutely gobsmacked”. You honestly, half-jokingly admitted.
“I’ll get Mrs Evers to bring it out now, Mrs Evers! Dessert please”. James demanded. You had drunk about two and a half glasses of wine at this point and could start to feel the full effects coming on. Your confidence was through the roof and you knew you were going to say or do something stupid at any given moment.
As Mrs Evers left to go collect the desserts down in the kitchen, you saw it as in opportunity to seduce or at least turn on James. You sat quietly, staring at him until he noticed and you sent him a quick wink and lip bite. This was probably way too forward and you probably looked stupid you thought but you were too horny for him to even care right now.
“What was that for?” James asked, smirking slightly at your expressions.
“You’re dead Mr. March, not stupid”. You fired back, hoping he would catch on, as to which he did. His face went from smiley and cheeky to dark and lust hungry. His eyes trailing your body again, you could see the frustration in his face, you decided to play at this and bite your lip again.
The tension was disrupted by Mrs Evers entering the room once again, returning with the desserts, which was now the last thing on your mind. James did not break eye contact with you as Mrs Evers waddled over to him ready to place the food infront of him but he just raised his hand signalling her to shoo, go away, fuck off.
Once she left the room, James immediately rose from him chair and stormed over to the bedroom doors, flinging them wide open to expose a large king sized bed. He then walked his way slowly towards you holding his hand out to get you to stand, as to which you did.
Now face to face with James, your heart was beating like a thousand times per minute, until he forcefully grabbed the back of your head with one hand pulling you into a rough, passionate kiss, whilst using his other hand to unzip the back of your dress and letting it slide down revealing your breasts and underwear.
James stood back a took in the sight of you for a moment before muttering something under his breath and pulling you towards the bed. He ripped off your panties as he threw you onto the bed and spread both of your legs wide apart, exposing all of yourself to him. He was breathing heavily and licking his lips, he looked as if he didn’t know where to start, like a kid at an amusement park, it was very amusing.
“Y/N, you have no idea what I would love to do with your body”. James began talking as he stood back and removed his clothes, leaving only his underwear on before crawling onto the bed, between your thighs.
“Give me an idea then”. You replied, trying not to moan in aching for his touch. You arched your back and you finally felt his finger coming into contact with your wetness. “My, my, someone’s a bit eager?” He proudly reacted.
“Please, James”. You begged for more of him.
He then removed his underwear and got himself positioned nicely at your entrance before grabbing your face harshly with one hand as the other one was holding your leg in place and made you look directly at him. This was hot.
“I want you to watch me plunge into you, I want to see that pretty little face of yours as I show you wonders which you’ve never had before”. James aggressively demanded then let go of your jaw and licked his palm, rubbing you a few times, sending you moaning his name loudly and then thrust into you harshly but slowly. You could not contain your bodily noises as he fucked you so good like this. He began speeding up more and more, and kept making sure you both always kept eye contact by grabbing your face constantly turning it back to him.
“James I’m almost there”. You quivered, staring right into his eyes. You could tell he was too because the veins at the side of his head began showing and in his face he just looked like he was going to burst.
Moments later you went into a highly euphoric state. Twitching like crazy and vision became blurry for a matter of seconds. It was undoubtedly the highest pleasure you’d ever experienced.
James then finished with a loud grunt and then released himself from you, leaving a trail of kisses from your forehead to your breasts before crashing down onto the bed next to you.
After you both calmed down, you turned to look at him as he did the same to you and you caressed his face before gently giving him a kiss.
“Thank you, James, for that. I hope that wasn’t the only time” You admitted, grinning at him as to which he couldn’t help but smile.
“You must know that I may never let you go now, you simply belong to me”.
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