One Hundred Facets of Mr. Diamonds Vol.1- Aglow (2 page)

In my hot and foamy bath, I can only think of one thing : what am I go to wear to the concert tonight ? I inwardly bless myself for having brought my best dresses, as I did not yet realize, when leaving Paris, the luxury of the place where I would spend the weekend. I need a classy outfit although not extravagant, so I mentally put my shimmering red fabric dress aside. I envision Gabriel Diamonds' face for a moment and a shiver of excitement runs through me... Will he be here tonight ? Will we meet ? Dare I approach him ? I know that to this last question, the answer is a pathetic little « no » but I like to think that, perhaps, I will exchange a few words with the rich stranger. Out of the bath, I decide to go for my simple and stylish black dress, with which I decide to wear my pair of black pumps. I slip my favourite silver bracelet on my wrist, and on my ears, my black sparkly earrings. I hesitate for a long time over leaving my hair down or creating a hairstyle. I finally opt for a slightly raised chignon banane, very simple but always has an effect. A little lipstick on the lips, and I'm ready to go down to the ballroom to attend the classical concert. The program, in my room, announces The Quintet with two Schubert cellos. I do not know anything about classical music and I look forward, despite everything, to going to this party.

Going down the grand staircase, I hear the instruments adjusting and the guests' voices forming a buzz. I'm a little nervous, so I immediately and happily accept the champagne glass the waiter offers me. I realize that I am drinking it almost in one gulp. Hmm, it seems I'm a little stressed. I am looking for a place from which to watch the band when I feel a gaze on my neck. I turned suddenly, and find the beautiful face of Gabriel Diamonds is staring at me, a glass of champagne in hand, while two women and a man are talking to him. Quite troubled, I immediately turn around again, but can't forget the look exchanged with the multimillionaire... There was a strange hint in his eyes but I can't think of its meaning. The light dims, and before the orchestra starts to play, I feel a gaze on me once again. At the other end of the room, on my left, Gabriel Diamonds is against the wall and is blatantly staring at me. I feel both embarrassed, horribly embarrassed even, but also flattered and I must admit, a little excited. My train dream now is without doubt no stranger to the euphoria that overtakes me, but I'm still surprised at how far this man takes me. Even more beautiful in real life than in the pictures, he looks bigger than I had imagined, tougher too, with that impenetrable stare and a very square jaw. The quintet, sublime, cannot take my mind away, and I try to hold back from looking to my left too much.

However, on many occasions, our eyes meet, and I melt instantly each time. Very embarrassed, I decide to retouch my makeup in the bathroom to hide my confusion, afraid that everyone notices when the lights come back on. I sneak out between the guests and leave the ballroom like a little mouse. In the hall, no one. I find a door that seems likely to be the toilets, but in pushing it I find myself, surprise, behind the stage where the musicians are playing. The heavy black curtain brushes against me whilst I was grope in the dark for the handle of the door I had just pushed. The Schubert piece leads me away, and I stay a few minutes, motionless in the dark, to enjoy the mesmerising music. Suddenly, I feel a presence nearby, and whilst trying to leave swiftly, I felt a grasp on my wrist. A small cry escapes me, but I pull myself together and try to understand what is happening. I feel long and heavy breathing near me, my wrist is still enclosed by an iron hand, and yet, strangely, I'm not afraid. My eyes, accustomed to the darkness, eventually distinguish the face of Gabriel Diamonds facing me. I stammered incoherent words, but he soon put his free hand on my mouth to silence me. « Finally I get my hands on you, » whispers a warm voice in my ear.

I remain prohibited, not knowing what to think. His presence near me, his intoxicating and manly fragrance gives me a mad desire to cling to his, I imagine, hot body. But on the other hand, the reasonable voice inside me tells me that I know nothing of this man and the meaning of his presence backstage of the concert. Diamonds does not give me time to think any longer. Groaning like in my TGV dream, he said to me in a husky voice : « I have watched you all night, I know what you want, but before satisfying you, I want you to satisfy me. »And before I had time to understand anything, he placed a firm hand on my neck and pushed with a force that contrasted with the softness of his fingers. I found myself kneeling in front of the bulge that distorted his pants, taken with a desire that overwhelmed me and made me wet, I felt it, my vagina thirsty with pleasure. His left hand gently caresses my cheek while his right hand eagerly unbuttons his pants and shows me his penis. I gasped. I who had not had many sexual experiences, did not know that a cock could be so long and thick. I bravely swallowed it in my mouth, and began rhythmic back-and-forth movements along the shaft. An exclamation blown in an inspiration, from the Diamonds' mouth, leads me to think that my technique is pretty good.

He replaced his left hand on my neck, and moved me at a vigorous pace. I closed my eyes many times, trying to focus as much as possible, but each time, Diamonds' warm voice requested dryly : « Look at me ! » And the feeling of being under his command excited me yet another notch. The music continues to play close to us whilst I sucked him vigorously. An encouraging gasp from above my head, giving me enough confidence so that with one had I stroked my vagina whilst my second hand freed his balls to gently knead them. A muffled exclamation immediately follows my movement, and the hand on my neck pushed my head again and again, so much that I find myself completely swallowing Diamonds hard cock. The pleasure I feel is incredible, and I lose all control when his hands set my head movements faster and faster. My mouth open as wide as possible, my fingers deep in my vagina, I feel that for the first time in many years, or ever, I am close to orgasm, real orgasm. If I had my mouth open, I think I could have screamed my pleasure was so intense. Suddenly, I felt his cock tense suddenly, and his testicles became hard under my fingers. His groans intensified, accompanied by movements further and further down my throat. But suddenly, the black curtain moves and a silhouette stands out in the light. Straightening me up with one hand, Diamonds re buttons in seconds. He arranges his bow-tie swiftly, then he said in a strong and neutral voice, while stroking my hands he has taken in his own : « For your information, you will come tomorrow midday, » and before I could say anything, he disappeared behind a door.

Ten past midnight. In my super luxury room, I am not being clever. End of the hysterical texting with the girls ! I look at myself in the large mirror in front of the bed and I try to understand what just happened to me. Me, Amandine, 22 years old, just gave a blow job to multi billionaire Gabriel Diamonds, in his luxurious estate, during a social evening he had organised. I scrutinize my face looking for a tiny mark of shame but... nothing. I am very embarrassed, obviously, and I do not really understand what I just did. I try to explain my behaviour by the number of glasses of champagne I drank but I know very well that that does not excuse everything. I was really excited by the situation, and that, I can't hide from myself. The warm, slightly husky voice of Diamonds is still very present in my mind, and I can't help but go back to the incredible scene that I experienced tonight. On the other hand, there is a little voice in me that is very angry toward the mysterious man who introduced me to cock without delicacy and that eclipsed almost without a glance when we almost got caught in the act. The same little voice is telling me to pack my bags and leave as soon as possible. But soon, I think about what he said to me, « for your information, you will come tomorrow afternoon, » the soft caresses of my hands, and I have only one wish, that time passes with the speed lightning and I find myself once again facing the beautiful Gabriel Diamonds.

In the morning, after a restful night in the incredibly soft bed in my room, I had changed my mind a bit, and I get up with the certainty that I will not go to the meeting with Diamonds. Still, I have some pride, and the way he treated me, as less than nothing... I really wanted to enjoy a good breakfast and then I'll change my train ticket and I find an excuse for Eric as to my hasty return. But during my shower, I am plagued with flashes of the night before. I remember Diamonds staring at me, surrounded by strangers, and I feel myself shiver. I decided to go to the meeting he gave me only to see him once in the day light. But I give myself a mission : Do not pay attention to him, and quickly and efficiently conduct my interview so that Eric will be proud of me. Before my suitcase, I wonder. What should I wear ? I do not want to seem seductive, so I opted for a simple but well-cut denim, a white linen T-shirt and a small grey waistcoat. I carefully brush my hair but leave it down. I put on light make-up, without too much and avoid the temptation to put on lipstick. I did not put perfume or jewellery on. I put on my pair of black ballet flats, I grab my notebook and a pen. A glance in the mirror, I'm Amandine a journalist, a young happening girl far from yesterday's glamour. I slam my door, turn towards the vineyards that make me dream so much.

Arriving at the vineyard, I immediately notice him far off, and I'm shocked : Diamonds is on a horse, just like in my dream on the TGV ! Was it a premonition ? As I approached, I saw him better. He is also dressed simply. His bulging muscles appear under his T-shirt. He is wearing heavy un-sexy boots but his natural aura imposes strength and respect. When he saw me, he dismounted and gave me a look that I found hard to interpret. Embarrassed, I remain on my guard whilst he takes his horse to the groom, without managing to keep myself from watching him.

- Hello miss.

- Hello sir, I hear myself respond holding out my hand.

When he takes it to shake my hand, an electric shock runs through my whole body. I notice a little dirt under his fingernails, and far from disgusting me, this image makes him even more masculine to me.

- Who am I speaking to ? he asks me with a slightly pretentious head movement.

- Amandine, I say, in a tiny voice that I wished was more assured. I am Eric Chopard's intern.

- Hmm, I see.

He began to walk without even waiting for me and I find myself trotting behind him ridiculously. Overlooking the vines, he stops and starts to tell me the history of the estate. I try to focus on his eyes, but my eyes slide imperceptibly into his lips, plump, luscious, warm.

Then he bends down slightly to show me a vine, our hands touch and I feel a warmth invade my lower stomach. I try not to let it show, but a slightly amused and ironic gleam instantly settled in Diamonds' eyes. He offers for us to go to tasting, explaining that time, anyway, will soon cover. We enter the large vaulted cellar, I am very impressed. A considerable number of bottles stretch along the stone walls. At the bottom a part is reserved for tasting, with some high tables, leather stools and a bar. A basket of fruit and two balloon glasses are placed on a table. Had Diamonds prepared for my arrival ? Or is this a setting that awaits every journalist that comes to interview him ? I climbed on a stool whilst he chose a bottle of wine.

- Some wine ? Here we also make cognac ! Diamonds exclaimed as if he heard me. And this one is thirty years of age, he continues while serving me generously.

He sits on the stool facing mine, and takes a bunch of grapes with his hands of which he detaches each grain with his lips while looking into my eyes. I feel myself waver.

- Well then, my questions... Just as I started talking he scolds me.

- You don't drink ?

I bring the glass to my lips and pour a mouthful of the amber liquid down my throat.

- That's better, he said, satisfied.

The taste of the cognac surprises me but as soon as I swallowed my mouthful, I feel the need and desire to drink it again. It is as if I could not help myself, as if the addiction was too strong. It's a bit how I feel toward Diamonds too. I just cannot stop looking at him, thinking about what happened between us backstage at the concert. I have an image of his erect cock toward my mouth and I feel reddening up to my ears. Trying to hide my disturbance, I desperately cling to my notebook and I start reading my first question in a slightly hesitant voice. Diamonds looks at me and says, disdainful :

- Chopard has already asked me this question ten times.

Looking down, I feel myself stammer a « sorry » in a tiny voice as he continues to crush me :

- You other journalists, you don't make any effort to renew yourselves. You always ask the same thing, it's painful !

I take a sip of cognac to not cry. I look up just in time to see Diamonds' face melt toward me. I feel his tongue lick the corner of my mouth where there was a small drop of the precious liquid.

- You are so tempting, my child, he whispered in my ear in a husky voice. Suddenly, he flips the high table with a sweep of his arm. The brandy bottle explodes on the ground with a crystalline sound.

Disturbed, I watch the amber liquid lick the feet of my stool from which I hadn't moved. Suddenly, Diamonds powerful and muscular body is against mine.

- Where were we ? he asks while his teeth mercilessly bite the skin over my shirt at my neck. His pelvis pushes against my legs until I give in and open my thighs, mentally congratulating myself for not choosing a skirt this morning. At the opening of my legs, he sticks his pelvis to mine and puts his palms on the vaulted wall behind me. I feel completely trapped and completely at the mercy of the handsome billionaire, and the pain of pleasure in my lower stomach that I am starting to know well appears again. While his warm lips roam my neck, from the shoulder to the base of my hair, I feel a hard lump form against my pelvis. I start to groan under the effect of the kissing and, without deciding in a really consciously way, my hands lift Diamonds black T-shirt to stroke his chest muscles, which soon run under my fingers. In two seconds, he unbuttoned my jeans, slid them down my legs and then grabbing me by the buttocks, he raises me with bewildering ease, bypasses the stool and puts me against the wall. The steam from the spilled brandy is reaching my head and I seek Diamonds' mouth with exaltation. Our lips finally find each other and we share a long and very exciting kiss.