The Fancy Pants Club — Chapter 28 - How Deep Can She Go?

~ Daniella ~

Erik’s c0ck.

Check all that applies: Veined. Stone-hard. Slick with pre-cum. Smooth. Mouth-wateringly huge.

When I pulled his yoga pants, Erik junior was exactly what I imagine a man’s cock would be. It greeted me with a slight twitch and my mouth could have swallowed an eager saliva in reaction.

Such a feat in my life what I am about to do, but it is without hesitation or doubt. I wanted to return the favor on Erik, but I doubt my hands would be enough pumping on his shaft. My mouth was a better way to do it. But honest to goodness, I wanted to taste him too. Although this would be my first time, I felt already daring enough to be this intimate with him.

And I thank Ericka’s erotica movies for this.

When I held it, two-palmed, its owner growled in delight in front of me. I looked at him and grinned.

“Shit,” he cursed, moving to reach my hands, but was impeded with the pain in his torso.

“Stay still Master,” I reproached, giving him an I-dare-you look.

“Dammit Daniella, are you trying to kill me?” he complained, yet there was desire flaring in his eyes. I know that he wouldn’t want me to stop.

“T.L.C.,” I pointed out as I pumped one hand along his length while my other massaged the inside of his left thigh. He released a guttural growl again; clenching his jaw as he closed his eyes. “You said you need TLC Erik. Relax. You’re my patient.”

“Derr’mo,” he cursed and shivered. I found the foreign word sexy in my ears. From my high school classmates, I have learned that this Russian word meant ‘Shit’.

I wonder, was he beyond the tipping point that he could no longer keep up with English words?

For him to be this way, it made me feel proud that I could elicit this kind of response from him. It boosted up my confidence and it challenged me even further to push out my non-experienced comfort zone.

Relaxing his back against the pillows, he closed his eyes and released a heavy breath.

I pumped my hand again, and again, and again like a machine gun, locking his sheath like a vice-grip with my hot palm. He’d lift his knee from time to time and curse another string of Russian words, but remained obedient still.

The way he looked putty in front of me — small beads of sweat trickling his lean abdomen and his forehead — it made me aroused again. I felt myself turning wet, aching to share the action, but for now, my attention was on Erik and his pleasure. As I said, I am his nurse and he, my patient, and patients always come first.

And besides, I don’t think I am that ready to act wanton and boldly impale myself with his erection. I am still a virgin for heaven’s sake. Not only would it be painful, but it would also be awkward and unfair on his part too with him being injured and all.

After squeezing the smooth length and playing with that sensitive vein at the dorsal part with my thumb, I leaned down; lips protruded to give his swelling head a peck. The contact made him ball his fists and his clean-shaven balls jerk.

“Daniella, fuck!” was his erotic cry.

I ignored him and went to brace myself.

One.

Two.

Three deep breaths and I brazenly eased his erection inside my mouth. The sky opened up and proclaimed, ‘Hallelujah.’

I heard Erik groan loudly and solidify my name like a tattoo in his mouth. “Daniella. Daniella. Daniella!”

I contained myself from releasing a proud smirk. Never have I heard a man enunciate my name as Erik did.

Wet tongue against his sensitized skin, I pumped twice, down and up, down and up. It made him tense.

His c0ck, if it was even possible, hardened, and lengthened more. I felt its head immediately touch my throat. I pulled back surprised by this kind of reaction and saw Erik’s lustful eyes on me.

“You torment me too much, Daniella,” he stated, his breathing fast but controlled.

“And you tormented me too much earlier, Erik. What goes around comes around.” I narrowed my eyes at him, teasing.

After glancing at his burn wound with regret and disappointment, he turned his stare on me with a dash of naughtiness. “True, so it is only fitting that I relish the banquet you already prepared for me,” he said.

I gulped.

“Yes, it is a tempting offer Erik, but for now, this feast,” I clutched at his now-wet di*ck and drove it once; he tensed again and groaned, “needs to be concentrated.”

I proceeded to work on it again; his increased length a mouthful on me. I licked the sides, the front, the back, and focused on his head and base alternatively.

In reality, I have never seen myself do this audacious act, but this man — this challenging man — was attracting the moxie out of me. Lust and attraction played a great part, but I believe my feelings for him could have added a big share.

“Daniella, you ought to pull away because I am going to lose it!” he commanded, but I didn’t listen.

Continuing my slews with more intent, I didn’t even notice he bent a bit and grabbed a handful of my hair. He didn’t pull them at all as what I have initially expected, but instead tenderly held them amidst in his climax.

“Daniella!” he shouted, coming in powerful waves fit for a King. With three hard thrusts, he ejaculated inside my mouth.

This is my first time doing a blowjob so of course, it was natural for me to be surprised when his milky seed burst out straight into my throat. In reflex, I had to swallow all of it, but I didn’t feel disgusted at all. It was even enlightening.

Once I milked him dry, I straightened myself up, still straddling his thigh. He attentively wiped my lips with his own fingers and stared at me with eyes half-lidded from his post-orgasm.

“You sure know how to handle a gun, Daniella,” he commented breathlessly as I returned his yoga pants to the right position.

“I don’t,” I answered taking it literally as I tucked in a lock of hair in my ear. He contained his laugh from bursting then.

“Okay,” he looked at me darkly, “then I’ll teach you how to handle a gun. I want that you can defend yourself from another man’s advances. Remember that only I can touch you.”

With my right thumb, I wiped the little wet in the corner of my mouth and shied from looking at him. “I’ll remember,” I replied, blushing.

Yeah, I will remember alright. His liquid passion clinging in my throat was enough to remind me of that.

Erik smirked, no doubt pleased.

“How is your kickboxing training by the way my Sweet Rose?”

I blinked with the lightness of the conversation. It’s as if we had a mutual understanding not to talk dirty.

Yeah, because if we did, then we might probably head off to second base, which wouldn’t be convenient at all considering his injured status.

“It’s doing great. Armelia says I am learning pretty fast,” I answered him with cheerfulness.

He nodded once. “Can I test you then?”

Shrugging my shoulders, I scooted in his side. “Anytime when you’re fully recovered, Erik.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he said. He looped the unaffected arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. Ignoring the fact that I just gave him fellatio, he leaned near me and aimed for my lips but a knock on the door interrupted what would have been his daring kiss.

I darted out of the bed immediately.

“I’m sorry Prez, am I interrupting something?” Mr. Ian’s head peeked in and watched me and his President with concerned eyes.

I cleared my throat to answer, but Erik was quick to fill in. “It’s okay Ian, we are temporarily done. What is it that you want?”

In the back of my head, I was silently taking note of how he highlighted the word temporary. Yeah, this is something that I am going to look forward to in the near future.

Mr. Ian took it as a common response though. He stepped inside, adjusting his suit on the way, and announced, “Mr. Armando Fancii is here to see you, Prez.”

Armando Fancii. Is the man his step-father? I glanced at Erik and gave him a confused face.

He smirked at me and then turned to his aid with a hand gesture. “Then, please let him in.”

The butler bowed in compliance. He opened the door wider to admit a man who I believe is the Armando Fancii.

“Father,” hearing Erik say that only clarified my assumption.

“Erik,” Mr. Fancii replied in a deep, gravelly voice. He wore an elegant suit, pretty much the usual that one sees in most businessmen, but he had military badges (four to be precise) hanging in his overcoat. An uptight man — that’s my first impression of him.

“Father, please meet Ms. Daniella Rosecraft, the new club member.”

“Why, hello to you dear. I didn’t know that my son here is occupied. I wouldn’t have come instead.” He smiled at me widely and opened his arms ready to embrace me. I was taken aback by his sudden jolly disposition and the innuendo he was highlighting, but in the end, I accept his hug of greeting.

Yeah, what I say about him being uptight sounds definitely wrong.

“No, no it is okay Mr. Fancii. I was just leaving,” I stated once I pulled out from his embrace. At least this way, he wouldn’t feel my nervousness. He freaking doesn’t even know that I gave his magnificent son a BJ only moments ago.

“I see.” He nodded and then dragged a mischievous eye towards Erik’s way.

“Well, uhm, I should go. It is a pleasure to meet you by the way.” I gave him my mega-watt smile.

“Same here, Ms. Rosecraft.”

Before I exited the room, I turned to Erik and said, “Uhm, I’ll be going now Prez.”

He smiled at me; eyes curving in amusement. “I’ll call you later, Sweet Rose.”

My cheeks instantly burned by the way he named me. I had heard him say that countless of times provided my ears were the only witness, but with his father around, it only meant that he didn’t intend on keeping our relationship (whatever this is) a secret.

Once I left his bedroom, I went straight to my own room with my heart pounding like crazy. I dropped in the mattress clutching a fluffy pillow against my chest like I was just stricken by Cupid’s love arrow.

Erik and I...

Yes, he and I had just discovered a whole new horizon, and I know that this one was opening so fast that I bet I couldn’t stop anymore — not that I wanted it to stop.

***

A knock on the door sounded after lunch. Considering the time, I had expected it to be Mr. Ian, but no it wasn’t. When I opened my main door, what greeted me was a worry-looking Suri.

“Hey, Suri, what’s up?” I asked, standing in the threshold.

“Daniella, uhm, can I come in? I need to talk to you.”

Although I found it unusual a bit, I still stepped backward and said, “Sure, come in.”

She walked straight into the sectional sofa and sat there with her hands clasped on her lap. I didn’t bother about closing the door. I was too engrossed with her concerned face that my attention on basic actions was shut off.

“What’s wrong?” I asked right then. Something was really bothering her and I aimed to find out what it was.

“We need to go to New York,” was her initial statement. I raised a brow then and kept myself silent, allowing her to continue.

“Vincent says that for our safety, the two of us should go to New York.”

“What do you mean safety?” With my heartbeat starting to rise, I sat on the sofa opposite hers.

Then, the aforementioned man, Vincent, suddenly appeared in the open door adjusting my concentration from Suri to him.

“You have to go to New York and stay there temporarily Daniella.”

“I get that, but can you at least explain it to me why?”

I was getting nervous by the second. Dammit, in the back of my head what was whirling around were Erik and his wounds, and Erik and us, and the Club and the chateau, and again Erik and us.

“The incident in Lotus Spade last night brought about unsavory consequences. Our main objective on the nightclub was to only do surveillance and make sure that any Cloud Blue shipment from them would be halted. Our main objective against Iopata Bratva was to cripple and as much as possible annihilate the source. That was the reason why we headed off to Lotus Spade immediately after discovering that the boss was there. However, things got nasty, so we had no choice but to blow the nightclub along with their laboratory. It is in ashes now, Daniella.”

He paused for a moment and then with a few strides, took a seat next to Suri with his elbows resting on his knee.

“Go on,” I urged, feeling that there was still more to the story that he need let out.

“With their laboratory gone, we had a feeling that the Bratva is going to retaliate. They will make sure that the people who are responsible will pay. Unfortunately, this is where we come in. We may have taken measures last night to cover our identities but it is possible that they have other ways to discover who we are. Time can only tell when their intel pinpoints the Club.”

“Hence, the concern of mine and Suri’s safety?” I asked, scoffing lightly. “Then, how about you guys? Aren’t you going to leave the chateau too?”

Vincent and Suri exchanged stares for a moment, then he proceeded to say, “The chateau needs our supervision, Daniella. Anyway, this is just a precautionary measure. Once we confirm from Luca that everything is clear, you two can return here.”

“And I reckon Erik knows about this?” I questioned, crossing my arms.

“Daniella, he was the one who suggested it,” was Suri’s reply.

Oh, yeah, why am I not surprised?

I subsequently released a defeated sigh. But then, a certain name sparked curiosity in me. “Who is this Luca by the way, Vincent?”

I saw Suri grew a smile and then the former who relaxed his back against the cushion.

“Luca Vitalis is the Club’s inside spy, Daniella. He has been working in ISA for ten years as their trusted intel on all things mafia-related in Russia. Just two years ago, he was able to infiltrate Iopata and gained their boss' trust. He gives us all of the updates aside from our own researches.”

“I see,” was my understanding reply. It was a handful of information to process, but at least, I get the gist of it.

“Well now, I take it that you will agree on going with Suri in New York?”

I twisted my lips and looked skyward as if contemplating. “New York,” I murmured. “That’s where I live Vincent. How could I refuse?”

“That’s exactly what Erik expected to hear from you, Daniella. I bet he’d be happy,” Suri butted in.

Family. Friends. My work. A part of my life. My apartment. And my cat. I bet these were the things that Erik had considered that’s why he chose NY to be me and Suri’s temporary hideaway.

It does warm my heart a bit, but a part of me seemed saddened by this news and I know most, most certainly why.

“You will be leaving as soon as possible. This afternoon maybe once Ian confirms the flight schedule. The Club does have a private jet plane, but due to the circumstances, Erik and I cannot permit its use.”

“Okay,” I nodded.

“Once you get there, you have two choices. Either stay with Suri in her family’s townhouse or you return to your apartment. Whatever suits you well is fine with us.”

“Okay,” I nodded again.

“You’ll stay there until we call clearance of the situation, Daniella.”

“You mean, indefinitely. Okay.” I bobbed my head in affirmation.

I know I wasn’t supposed to overthink things through but I can’t help it. With me going back to NY and stay there indefinitely, what strong reason do I have for me to return to the chateau when all things clear up?

Oh, yes, of course. My family emerald ring.

God, I almost forgot that this was the cause why I am stranded in the chateau for six months.

I smiled to myself thinking of it silently. I didn’t expect that I would actually forget about it and it is all thanks to the man who turned out to be my savior.

“And oh, Daniella.”

I looked up at Vincent with an expectant face.

“Keep everything about the Club a secret.” His expression was soft but stern, waiting for my reply.

“You know I would even if you don’t ask me to, Vince.” I gave him a sly smile.

Suri (I don’t know what came over her) nudged at Vincent’s torso and gave him an I-told-you-so look.

I smiled at them, finding their comical actions a breather from our serious discussion awhile ago.

Then, as if on cue, Mr. Ian appeared in my doorway and called our attention, especially Vincent’s.

“I have the flight tickets, Mr. Altair.” He raised a hand midair and showed us the said objects.

“Good,” Vincent said. “Give one each on Suri and Daniella.”

Mr. Ian did so, and after handing the ticket to me, I immediately read the departure time.

“Three-thirty?” My brows rose up high.

“That’s the earliest time I could get as per Erik’s orders, Ms. Daniella,” Mr. Ian explained.

“This is good Ian,” Vincent interrupted. “So ladies, you better start packing now.”

He stood up, but before he left, he took my right hand and kissed the back of it just like its predecessors.

“I’ll see you soon Daniella. Please be safe in NY.”

I smiled at him. “Yes, Vince. I will. Thank you. You guys should stay safe too. Don’t go on blowing up things. And just so you know, I haven’t toured the whole of the chateau yet.”

He snapped his fingers and bobbed his head as if he was in jubilee. “Then I’ll give you my famous tour once you return here.”

I beamed a smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Another knock caught our attention and found that it was Amano.  Immediately, Suri scrambled to her feet and went to his side.

“I’ll see you at the foyer by one-thirty Daniella,” said she before she stepped out of my room.

I nodded and waved at her.

Mr. Ian then cleared his throat loudly. Vincent and I looked at him, silent and waiting for what he was about to say.

“Uhm, Ms. Daniella. The President wants to see you in his room by the way.”

Then, as if on cue, I heard my cellphone ring inside my bedroom. It was a ringtone I had personally set-up for the one and only Erik, complete with vibration and a very loud volume.

“I better take this call,” said I as I stood up.

“Yeah, I think you should,” Vincent replied with a knowing smile. “I’ll leave you to it.”

“Thanks, Vince.”

After giving me a wink, he exited my room with Mr. Ian following behind. Once the door closed, I entered my bedroom and directly went to grab my still-ringing cellphone.

“Erik,” I answered almost breathlessly.

“You’ll be leaving soon, I want to see you one last time,” he spoke with a surprisingly calm voice. “Come to me, Daniella.”

“Ye—yeah... I’ll be right there,” was my reserved reply.

***

I went to Erik’s room with new clothes fit for travel: a Burberry trench coat with the same white tee and a new black legging. It was my sound choice since the stretchable jeans I wore this morning was...yeah, drenched.

When I stood in front of Erik’s bed, my cheeks burned because of two things. First, was his blatant perusal on me from head to foot.  Second, was the fact that he was still shirtless.

“You look like you are excited to return to NY, Daniella,” was his first statement, looking partly distant.

A single twitch in my brows appeared finding his behavior unexpected. If I’m correct, I think he was displeased with my leaving.

“Considering the last-minute announcement, I didn’t have that much time to be excited Erik,” I told him the truth. “But you seem to behave badly about it even though you are the one who suggested it.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, coaxing him to spill the beans. I am definitely not a psychiatrist so I am not good at reading his reverse actions.

A deep breath he released through his nose. It was loud enough for me to hear; enough for me to know that he was really in turmoil.

“You’re right, I don’t want you to go,” he said, eyeing me intensely. “But I need to set aside my needs and wants and focus on my priorities, Daniella. You and your safety is my topmost priority.”

I acted as if I wasn’t celebrating upon hearing that; acting calm and composed when in fact I was dying inside to embrace him because of his words.

“Tha-thank you, Erik. You have my gratitude forever.”

He smiled at me and then said, “Gratitude is easy to acquire Daniella. You have however the one thing I desire the most. I want it forever too, but since you are going away temporarily, I want to get that when you come back.”

“What’s this? A guessing game?” I stated, putting my hand on my right hip. I was damn confused with his riddle that it irked me a little.

“Partly, it is,” he affirmed.

Prick.

When I didn’t answer, he took something out from under his duvet and raised it up to show me.

“Here take this,” he said as I stared at the medium-sized box wrapped in a fancy paper complete with a red ribbon in the center.

“What’s inside that Erik?” My heart suddenly jumped out of excitement of the unknown.

He gave me a smirk and shook the box a little. “You’ll know when you open it in New York.” He raised it higher with his uninjured arm tempting me again. “Come and get it, Daniella.”

But I held the temptation back (at least temporarily) and said, “You are not fooling around with me are you?”

“No. It is my gift. You’ll find it really precious, I assure you.”

With the way he looked at me, serious and all, and the fact that I was beyond my limit of backpedaling myself, I gave in and approached him with an outstretched arm.

As soon as I got a hold of it, I expressed my gratitude with a “Thanks,” but Erik seemed not pleased with it for he quickly grabbed my elbow and pulled me in for an embrace.

My world of butterflies appeared once again just like earlier when he touched a sensitive part of me.

“Daniella, please be safe,” he whispered near my left ear, softly, carefully, damn affectionately, and all other promising adverbs that ended with ‘ly.’

Closing my eyes to inhale his scent, I answered with trembling lips, “I will. And you too Erik.”

I fear for the chateau. I fear for the club members. I fear for the staff. And most especially, I fear for this man. Whatever made him decide that I and Suri should leave the chateau, I can only hope and pray that it won’t be the cause of anyone’s injuries or much worse, death.

Oh God, how I wished that this word didn’t exist.

His heartbeat was in a marathon race with mine. I can feel them pounding against our chests. If it was even possible to join two heartbeats together, then ours would be the first in the line.

After hauling a heavy breath, he pulled away to cup my chin. Not waiting for him at all, I initiated our last kiss first wanting to take advantage of the time, and he eagerly reciprocated it holding nothing back.

We kissed. Yes, we kissed. We kissed like there was no tomorrow for both of us, which in a way...was the truth.