Read Online The Winemaker's Dinner: Dessert (The Winemaker's Feast) by Dr. Ivan Rusilko - Free Book Online

who she was—or that she might know who he was. He’d grown more and more reckless since the day his addiction took hold.
    You’ll thank me later. The freak rejoiced when the door clicked open and the sound of high heels clacking against the floor reverberated through the space, seeming impossibly loud. As he heard the lock slide into place, Ivan broke the stare he’d held with the desperate man in the mirror and allowed himself a glance at the woman behind him. His heart beat rapidly as his body readied for the feast of which he was about to partake.
    Wordlessly, she approached him, sliding her hands under the back of his suit jacket. With her jet black stilettos, there was no need to stand on her tiptoes for her mouth to reach his ear. The tip of her tongue snaked out from between glossy lips and traced the curve of his ear, sending ripples of anticipation through his already aroused body. As her hands came to rest on his chest, he turned toward her and tilted his head, exposing his neck. He shuddered as her hands ran down his stomach and came to rest on the bulge that strained against his pants. She stroked him over the fabric and let out a warm gasp against the nape of his neck. He loved that she took control.
    Her hands moved to his waist and she hooked fingers through the belt loops on his pants. With slow and deliberate movements, she slid down the length of his body. Then she was on her knees in front of him. Her eyes—half lidded and full of need now—looked up at him through the naughty-librarian glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, and she smiled as she managed his zipper. When the warmth of her lips surrounded his cock, Ivan thrust forward, driving himself into the back of her throat. Undaunted, she took him even deeper into her mouth. She released him just enough to tongue the sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock before taking in every inch of him again and again and again, each time deeper than the last. Harder and faster she worked him, and she didn’t object when he grabbed her hair and forced his cock deeper inside her mouth.
    Fuck yes! Before he lost all focus, Ivan glanced back at the mirror and watched as the unfamiliar reflection mouth-fucked this beautiful brown-haired woman without regard. Then the ringing of his phone diverted his attention away from the show. The sound of Frank Sinatra and the screen, which read AVOID, told a tale of heartbreak starring him as the main character. He hadn’t been able to delete her phone number, but he had changed the name associated with it to remind him that he needed to avoid her at all costs. The ringtone, however, remained the same. He couldn’t even bring himself to change that.
    Avoid! his mind yelled, yet his heart fluttered as the ringtone continued to play. Meanwhile the freak, oblivious to the phone, begged for more. More!
    Ivan’s hands dropped to his sides and his head fell back against the wall, his eyes cinched shut. When Frank finally stopped singing and the call went to voicemail, Ivan opened his eyes and stared at the beige ceiling above him. What have I become? This wasn’t how he treated people, and it wasn’t how he treated himself. This unexpected interruption—the one-two punch of Frank and AVOID, along with an enormous wave of remorse—suppressed the beast that had possessed him for so long, and for an all too brief moment, Ivan felt like his old self. When he turned back to the mirror and noted a hint of familiarity in the face of the person staring back at him, he knew he’d hit rock bottom.
    He looked down at the woman, still on her knees in front of him, and suddenly the sight repulsed him. He couldn’t take it any more. He couldn’t move quickly enough as he pulled his dick from her mouth. She looked up, her face full of confusion.
    Ivan scrambled for an excuse to forfeit the situation gracefully, as if that were even possible, and stuttered his lame explanation. “I shouldn’t have…I don’t