The Color Of Love: A BWWM Billionaire Alpha Male Romance (8 page)

The questions from
the reporters were now being targeted at Victoria, who simply smiled
and squeezed Dawson’s hand. She needed to get out of there.
Knowing she was uncomfortable, Dawson bid the reporters good night
and stepped inside the foyer of the club.

The fire in her eyes
had reached white hot heat and Dawson knew he was in trouble. He may
enjoy his punishment more than she would think. Holding her by the
waist, he put on his most boyish smile and said, “I am sorry
Victoria, I should have warned you about the press. “

Her response was
almost a hiss, “You could have warned me that I had a job as
well. I don’t like surprises and if you must know, I would
never work as an employee of yours. You are a prick.”

Passersby may have
mistaken it for a lovers embrace and Victoria’s smile would
have confirmed it. Dawson, however, knew otherwise. Forgetting about
the issue for a while, Victoria decided to enjoy the evening, even
with the egotistical Dawson in company. The main room was brightly
lit and a large area in the middle was reserved for dancing while
colorful linens draped the intimate table settings. It was gorgeous.

The club was half
full and bustling. Waiters and waitresses moved to and fro with trays
of sparkling liquid and bite sized treats while the guests mingled
and chatted. The live jazz band created a mood of harmony and all
attendees seemed happy. Their entrance didn’t go unnoticed -
well, maybe to Dawson, who didn’t really care, but Victoria
noticed the looks as people observed their tightly clasped hands.
Tonight would certainly be a lesson for her.

The reason for the
celebration was the thirtieth Anniversary of Project Generation, an
organization aimed at teaching entrepreneurship in schools. Victoria
got the impression the funds went to the private schools of the
privileged - she never heard of such an entity at any public ones.

From established
young models to old business tycoons milled about the room while even
more rich people entered. Dawson was pretty recognizable and stopped
every three steps to speak with someone. Despite all her judgments,
Victoria had to admit he was a gentleman. Every person he spoke to
was introduced to the creative director of Palette. A few of the
faces recognized her from the opening night and promised to call for
quotes. There were definite benefits to be had from mixing with this
crowd.

It was the older
women who shot the nasty looks, but a few of the younger ones
contributed glares as well. Victoria, acted like the lady she was,
ignoring the silent daggers until one strikingly beautiful young
woman approached them - well, Dawson.

Turning away from an
older gentleman to acknowledge the tap on his arm, Dawson took a step
back when he realized who had interrupted him.

“How are you
Dawson? It’s been a while…” her voice dripped.

“I am
wonderful Naomi.”

The bold woman
reached out to fix a ruffle in Dawson’s color and he all but
jumped back to avoid her touch. Shocked, she spewed a direct insult
to Victoria.

“Is this what
you have come to? Walking around with a lady who doesn’t look
after your every need? Pssshh …I think you could have done
better.”

Dawson interjected
because he was well aware that Naomi had no idea who she was dealing
with. His tone was low and laced with warning, “I don’t
know what you are playing at but I think it's best that you go back
to whatever snake pit you slithered out of. Consider yourself
cautioned.”

Gently, he tugged on
Victoria’s hands leading her to the dining area. It seemed the
odds were conspiring against their happiness and as the holes bored
in his back from Naomi’s hateful gaze, he knew to expect more
trouble from her. It would be unfair not to explain to Victoria who
she was and though she accepted the explanation he could see she was
annoyed.

Inside, Victoria was
absolutely mystified as to why Dawson would invite her somewhere with
his untidy loose ends. It was clear that the woman wanted to have him
in her clutches and Victoria wasn’t into the fighting game.
Dawson Ledger was more of a complicated man than she thought.

Not letting the
incidents of the day mar her night was a magnificent feat, but one
Victoria accomplished with much effort. At least the food was good.
Standing just inside the foyer, waiting for the car to be brought
around, Victoria chatted with several people about business and art
while Dawson did the same. Maybe race didn’t matter, and they
were not all judging her. She could blend in.

The drive home was
pleasant, but it was obvious there were things to discuss. Once
inside the apartment, Dawson broke the ice. Victoria on the other
hand collapsed on the couch, spent from having to smile and pretend
with so many people.

Being a socialite
was tiring. Dawson found a seat on the coffee table so he could look
her directly in the eye. He started with a question that made her
suspicious.

“Do you trust
me Victoria?”

“I am not
certain Dawson… I really am not. It seems you are more layered
than even me and you love the limelight… I on the other hand…
not so much.”

“Well I am
asking you to,” Dawson said sincerely. “I want you to
know that even though we are very different, we have similar passions
and goals. We all want to be the very best at what we do and enjoy
the fruits of our labor. I want you to run the food and beverage
department of DMC Theater live because you have what it takes. I know
your business comes first and I will never ask you to compromise
that, but I think this move can help more than hurt.”

As Dawson clasped
her hands in his, he continued, “Naomi is an empty headed blond
with an agenda. Unfortunately she is too dumb to know what it is.”

They laughed at the
beautiful but silly woman’s expense and it was only then that
Victoria thawed. She had to be honest with Dawson and sooner rather
than
later.

“The
possibility of a relationship with you scares me immensely. I notice
that you have a way with getting what you want and that’s a
challenge for me. I am not in the habit of doing what others want me
to do and this may be an issue with the way you run your ship. I like
to control my own destiny and the fact that you are a white man
trying to add a black girl to his collection concerns me. Jungle
fever attacks white men at different times in their lives. I have no
desire to fulfill any passing fantasy.”

“You are a
fantasy Victoria, but not the kind you think. The fact that you are
driven and determined is such a turn on and you know where you are
going in life… it’s something I want to be a part of.
Please let me into your world.”

For good measure, he
added, “I promise not to be too white or too controlling…unless
you want me to.”

The humor in his
voice didn’t escape her and she fell back into the soft couch
trembling with laughter. Eyes squeezed shut in laughter at the
suggestion he would change, Victoria enjoyed the joke. Recovering
from the comedy, she found him inches from her face and serious. The
kiss he shared with Victoria was deeper than and just as erotic as
the one they shared before. This time there was no party to attend
and no work to do. This was the time.

Hot and feverish
Dawson covered Victoria’s mouth with his and invaded it with
his curious tongue. Her essence was deeper and richer than he
remembered from the kisses they shared before and instantly Dawson
was addicted. The curve of her neck seemed a perfect place to nuzzle
and her tiny whimpers only encouraged him to explore more. The dress
exposed her smooth shoulders and chest - areas he thought were
especially delicious.

Dawson’s
movements became more urgent when he shifted the top of the dress
below the strapless bra, and traced the curve of her breasts with his
fingertips… why was she so perfect? Her hands were running
through his hair now and it was distracting him from his exploration
of her dark areolas and chocolate drop nipples. Grabbing her wrists
without coming up for air, Dawson suspended Victoria’s hand
movements, causing her to arch her back even more. The licking and
sucking on her nipples drove her to the brink of insanity and the
fact that she couldn’t touch him made her crazier. “Let
me touch you,” she murmured. Dawson never responded.

Releasing her hands
when he had savored enough, Dawson stood and removed his jacket while
Victoria tried to massage the bulge crawling down the length of his
right leg. Aggressively, he snatched her hand away and instructed,
“You will wait until I am ready for you to touch me.”

Surprised that he
would take that approach, Victoria lay back quietly. He had broken
his promise to change in less than half an hour. Taking advantage of
his perch on the coffee table, Dawson, now free of clothes above his
waist, cupped Victoria’s full legs and dragged her toward him.
Pushing the dress up around her waist displayed the glorious slip of
fabric she wore for underwear and with the expertise of an
experienced lover, he nudged it aside with his teeth exposing a very
wet slit. Her clit was directly under his warm breath waiting to be
suckled.

As his lips closed
over the small mound of flesh a cry of release left Victoria’s
quivering lips and when his tongue darted in and out of her pussy,
the heavens began to sing. Quietly at first and then rising as Dawson
nibbled and licked the place where all her nerves converged causing
her immense pleasure. She knew she was wet when his finger slipped
into her with ease.

Removing his cream
covered finger and inserting it into her chocolate chasm repeatedly
stimulated Dawson in ways unimaginable. Oh how he loved the torture
of waiting to sink his cock into her. The lips of Victoria’s
pussy were closed together like an unopened flower and that was
something he loved. Once hiding the entrance to her passage, they now
lay separated as both his tongue and fingers impaled her and the
cream flowing out of her assured him that he was doing something
right.

She was trying to
crawl backward, away from the insane pleasure, but Dawson could have
none of that and soon Victoria found her legs locked in a tight hold
as Dawson dined on her offerings. He ate like a hungry man. She
wanted to touch him and taste him too, but escaping his grip proved
impossible. Did he know what he was doing to her? Did he know she
lost a little bit of her mind with every orgasm? Knowing Dawson, the
answer was a resounding yes and he enjoyed every moment of it.

When his fingers
became trapped in a muscle contraction he knew she could handle no
more and it took several minutes for Victoria to relax enough for her
pussy to release him. He was going to enjoy fucking her. She had been
shuddering for a while now, but she would have to suck it up and take
it - Dawson was not done with her yet.

Standing again, he
removed his shoes, pants and boxer briefs himself while she lay on
the couch with her pussy and breasts on display for his eyes alone.
Only when she caught sight of his dick did her face become animated
again. Impressed that the rumors she had heard about white men were
not true, Victoria writhed in anticipation of his shaft disappearing
into her.

He decided to take
his time.
Back
on the coffee table, Dawson massaged the length of his member while
using his free hand to flick Victoria’s clit between his thumb
and forefinger. A new flow of orgasmic juices began to trickle from
her pussy and then Dawson knew she was ready.

Pausing when the
head of his cock became enveloped in her warmth, Dawson sharply
inhaled. Her passage was deliriously sweet and one needed to take
their time with matters like these. Inch by inch the pale shaft
disappeared into Victoria’s dark chasm, filling her as she
called out to the Gods for rescue. Looking down and seeing his golden
pubic hair next to her dark, swollen mound did something to his
thoughts and suddenly he felt the urge to hammer away.

After the first few
thrusts Victoria moans turned to shrieks, her hands clutched at any
possible surface. Finally she tried to move his hands that held her
legs open. Forgetting that Dawson didn’t like that would be
something she would pay for. With one large hand he held her wrists,
but with the other he stroked her clit in unison with his thrusts.

“Dawson,”
she cried over and over, but his concern was with ramming his hard
cock into her and being held down made the encounter more stimulating
to both of them. His dick slipped in and out of Victoria with the
assistance of the abundant juices flowing from inside her at first,
but now it seemed to be more difficult to get more than half his cock
inside her.

Her pussy clenched
much like it did with his fingers and soon Dawson found himself
trapped in Victoria’s tight slit. She started to tremble and
shake and he knew she was cumming. With glazed over eyes and a
tossing head, Victoria exploded her orgasmic juices all over Dawson’s
cock and it looked to him like she had stopped breathing.

When her eyes
fluttered open again, Dawson leaned in and covered her mouth in an
urgent kiss. Now it was his turn to cum. Finally releasing her
wrists, he gripped her waist and closed his eyes - this was a fuck to
remember. The speed was urgent and his movements fast as he rammed
his cock into her pussy with a vengeance. His once perfectly groomed
hair thrashed from side to side as he began his accent to mount
orgasm.

With ragged
breathing and violent convulsions Dawson clutched her waist and
called on the same Gods who had brought Victoria release to help him.
Seconds later his prayers were answered. The thick white liquid
spouted onto Victoria’s breasts and torso as Dawson shook and
trembled. It was a colorful release that satisfied both Dawson and
Victoria. The kaleidoscope was beautiful.