Melina swings the weight between her feet as she tries to summon the courage to knock on Thomas’ room door. She can’t believe she’s scared to even tell him she doesn’t have an outfit for tonight, but you can’t blame her. Thomas gets angry at her even when she does nothing to provoke him. Melina gives up telling him and turns away from the door when it opens, and Thomas walks out.
“What are you doing standing in front of my door Melina?” Thomas asks as half of her body still faces his door.
Swallowing saliva, she clears her throat before speaking. “Uhmm,” she tries to talk, but her head is suddenly blank, and she has no words.
“I don’t speak Uhmm, Melina,” he sounds a little irritated. This is what she’s talking about.
She stares at the ground and mutters the words. “I don’t have a dress for tonight.” Melina doesn’t know if he heard her, but she hopes he did.
“Look at me when you’re talking to me.” Thomas places his hand on her chin and raises her head. Their gazes lock. Melina looks into those beautiful blue eyes of his. The fury he used to have in his eyes for her isn’t there anymore. He hasn’t softened his look, but the hostility is lessened if you understand what she means.
“I don’t have clothes to wear tonight,” she speaks a little louder. Thomas stares at her lips as she says each word. His eyes remain there even when she’s done talking. Licking her lips, she looks at him, confused as to why he’s staring at them.
Thomas doesn’t say anything, so Melina thinks he didn’t hear her and opens her mouth to repeat what she said when her words get choked in her throat.
“Don’t speak,” Thomas says, placing a warm finger to her lips. Melina closes her open mouth. Thomas caresses her lips with his thumb before splitting them open. She looks at him, confused. He replaces his thumb with his index and middle finger and inserts them into her mouth. Her thighs clench together, seeing lust begin to swim in his eyes.
“Close your mouth,” he commands.
Her lips seal his fingers in her mouth. Thomas moves his fingers out of her mouth but not all the way. He slowly pushes them back in. Wetness pools between her legs as he continues to move his fingers in and out of her mouth. What the hell is going on?
A groan escapes his lips as she sucks harder on his fingers. He removes his fingers from her mouth and drags them down her body to her knees. His hands go under her dress and travel up to her waist. She feels his hand touch her underwear. He pushes it to the side and caresses her clit.
“Thomas,” she moans as his finger begins to rub her core. She looks at him, confused as to why he’s doing this. He has never done this before.
He inserts two fingers inside her and begins to thrust hard in and out of her core.
“Melina,” Thomas whispers.
“Yes,” she moans.
“Do you want me to make you cum?”
She quickly nods her head and grabs his shoulder to keep herself from falling. Her legs can barely hold her up, with the amount of pleasure coursing through her body right now.
“Use your words, Melina,” he says, pulling his fingers away. A soft cry escapes her lips.
“Yes,” she says and he digs his fingers back into her deeper. “Oh lord,” She digs her nails into his back as pleasure spreads to the depth of her core.
“How badly do you want it?” he asks, fastening his movement. Her back arches.
“Bad,” she says, breathless, throwing her head back. She can feel her release building. Just a little more.
“That’s good,” he says as he removes his fingers from inside her. Her eyes shoot open. Why did he remove his fingers after she had already answered his question? She looks at him like a child who just had their candy stolen from them.
“Next time you talk to me, make sure you speak loudly. This is a fair punishment for what you did.”
Staring at him with her jaw hanging, she wonders if she freaking heard right. He turned her on, fingered her, and almost made her cum because she freaking didn’t talk loud.
Are you fucking kidding me?
“Did I make myself clear?” he asks, licking his fingers clean. Her core throbs watching him doing it. “Hai ancora un sapore straordinario come ricordo”
Melina wonders what Thomas said. Did he say her pussy smells? Oh my God! What if that is what he said? She doesn’t think it smells as she keeps it clean. She bites her lips, itching to ask him what he said.
“Melina.”
“Yes,” she blinks, coming back to earth.
“Someone will bring you a dress an hour before we leave. Don’t be late; we leave by 9.”
“Sure,” she says as he walks away from her. Melina moves her legs to walk and feels wetness between her legs. Her mood worsened, wondering what the hell Thomas said that he couldn’t say in English as he licked his fingers. She feels so embarrassed right now.
Melina walks back to her room with her ruined undies and bruised ego. Stepping into the bathroom, she takes off her underwear and cleans herself. She walks out and buries her face in her pillow.
“I hate you, Thomas,” Melina screams into her pillow. Thomas is constantly coming up with new ways to make her feel horrible. Turning around, she picks up the TV remote and turns it on. She’s feeling a little sleepy. It won’t be a good idea to take a nap right now, but she doesn’t have a phone to set an alarm. She looks for something interesting to watch so she doesn’t fall asleep.
Not too far into the movie, a knock is heard on her door. She drags her sleepy ass out of bed and walks to the door to answer it. Swinging open the door, she finds a lady in housekeeping outfit holding a shopping bag in her hand. Without uttering a word to her, she puts the bag in Melina’s hand and walks away. Melina looks into the bag and inside is a dress and heels. It must be the dress Thomas got for her to wear to the club tonight.
Closing the door, she walks back to the bed to check them out, but first, she visits the bathroom to pee. She steps out once she’s done and pulls the dress out of the shopping bag. Melina is shocked by what she sees. It’s a simple black one-shoulder bodycon mini dress. She’s shocked because Thomas would never allow her to wear something so short. He expressed his dislike for her in short or revealing clothes when they were dating. Back then, she could argue with him about how it’s her body, and she chooses what she puts on it, but right now, she doesn’t think that would be a good idea.
Melina wonders if Thomas approved of the gown the lady brought for her. She’s not sure and doesn’t feel like confronting him right now. She’s still ashamed for what happened an hour ago. Remembering Thomas no longer has feelings for her, she believes it shouldn’t be a problem tonight if she wears a short dress. She returns to the bed to continue watching TV.
***
Melina snaps awake when she hears Thomas’ voice. She looks around the room, distorted, wondering why he called her name so loudly. Seeing no sign of danger, she turns to face him by the edge of the bed, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
“Do you need something?” she asks, yawning. She stretches her arms and legs.
“Do I need something?” Thomas asks, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “Did you just fucking ask me that stupid question?” he shouts at her. She looks at him, puzzled, wondering what she did wrong to make him angry with her. “Why the heck aren’t you dressed?”
Her eyes widen. Melina can’t believe she fell asleep while watching TV. She never sleeps off while watching TV; that’s so unlike her. She doesn’t even want to imagine what time it is right now.
Unable to bring herself to say sorry with her mouth, she uses her eyes. She’s too scared to utter a word to him right now. Thomas moves away from the bed and paces around the room. She can tell he’s very upset right now. Melina drops her legs to the edge of the bed and dashes to the bathroom to get ready.
“I am giving you five minutes, five fucking minutes; if you’re not ready in five minutes, I’m leaving you.”
“I promise I’ll be quick; please don’t leave without me,” she says from inside the bathroom. She hears the door almost come off its hinges, indicating that Thomas has walked out. Melina wastes no more time and starts getting ready.
Melina sets a new record in her life by getting ready in five minutes. She’s still trying to catch her breath, though, after sprinting to the living room.
“Stand up straight,” Thomas tells her as she is bending forward. Melina does as he says, pulling her dress down a little as his eyes roam her body. He gives no indication that he likes or hates how she’s dressed. She takes it as a good sign because no expression is good for her. She doesn’t have any makeup, so her face is bare, but she doesn’t think she looks bad since her hair is styled. He turns to the front door to walk out, and she follows close behind.