Man From Hell
{JESSICA}
It was my twentieth birthday, but instead of candles and cake, I wanted sin. Not flowers, not dinner, not some stupid boyfriend holding my hand in his like I was a trophy bride while we pretended monogay made life worth living.
My girl friends, Lily and Angela had come over to my Condo for a private girls only party, and as usual, they had bugged me about my virginity.
"Don't you think it's high time you do away with that shit?" Lily had scoffed. I had only smiled. If only they knew what I had planned.
I talked a long game, had lots of dirty words in my head and on my lips, but I never did anything dirty yet.
But tonight? Tonight was mine. A night to finally cross one reckless fantasy out of my bucket list.
On page twenty-three of that secret leatherback notebook I kept with my life and would die before letting anyone else see, the words were underlined twice.
One night. No names. No strings attached. Total stranger. Complete submission.
I had always wondered what it would feel like to let it go, to stop controlling everything and worrying about what was "appropriate". It was high time I stopped biting back the filthy words and thoughts that lurked in the shadows in the darkest part of my mind. I wanted a man to take me, own me, and use me. Just once and never again. Just one night I where I didn't have to think.
And maybe it was the two bottles of bourbon I had already downed, or the thrill of finally clocking twenty years, I decided tonight was the night.
I sauntered into the club in the sexiest and most revealing dress money could buy, heading straight to the bar, ignoring the men lining the bar counter, gulping beer and laughing over lewd jokes.
"The top shelf," I said casually tossing my hair over my shoulder.
The bartender gave me a look, sizing me up. "It's expensive."
"I can pay," I replied.
"Depends on how top the shelf is," he chuckled.
I shrugged nonchalantly. "Alright, then, I'll be specific. I want your most expensive drink."
He gave me another doubting look and hesitantly reached for one of the bottles of liquor lining the "Whiskey."
"And a pint of Vermouth, please," I directed.
A smile played on his lips as he set to work, mixing my drink into a glass. I let out a breath as he pushed the drink across the counter and brought the glass gingerly to my lips. I took a sip and the warm liquid brought the heat I needed down my throat.
My legs were crossed, my red dress riding up, my lips painted dark crimson as I nursed the last of my drink. I looked casual like every other night at the club, but inside, every nerve in me was wired tight, waiting.
Then I felt his overbearing presence.
He walked into the room like he owned it, the eyes of the ladies sitting around a table following him as he walked in. Broad shoulders hidden under his crisp, bespoke suit, tie loosened as if he had had enough of being civilized. He didn't scan the bar, didn't bat an eyelid on anyone in the crowded bar. His eyes locked straight on mine, steady and unblinking as if he had already made a decision.
My pulse jumped. God. This was it.
He came closer, each step deliberate, in until I could smell him–smoky and hot, an odd combination of confidence and danger.
"You look like trouble," he said, his voice a low growl that
I swirled the ice in my glass and flashed him a sultry smile that didn't reach my eyes. "And you look like the kinda man who loves trouble."
His lips curved slightly upward and he leaned closer, the contact of his lips with my ear sending electric surges through my veins. "Tell me...do you follow orders?"
The question punched through my last wall of composure. He couldn't possibly guess that this was the exact line on my bucket list, the one I so badly wanted to cross out.
My thighs pressed together under the counter and I clenched my hand down on my dress.
He chuckled, looking down at my interlocked fingers, as if he could see right through them and my dress at the wetness that had pooled in my pussy.
Alright. Well, he would still have to fight for my submission. So, I mustered my defiance and held his gaze, forcing my voice steady. "Are you the kind of man worth obeying?"
Something flickered in his eyes, dark and wild, and in that moment, I knew I was going to have a very long, hot night.
This was happening.
***
The doors had barely closed behind us when he shoved me into the wall, causing a mirror to gall to the ground with a loud crash. But we were too horny to notice, or care. He wrapped his fingers around my neck, firm and controlling. And the moment I looked into his green eyes, I knew I was going to have an experience of the century.
"Fuck–"
He stole the rest of my whimper as his lips crashed roughly into mine.
Hell, it was more than a kiss. It was a claim, possessive. His tongue forced my lips apart, exploring the corners of my mouth, brushing against my own tongue, his fingers roving over my breasts, his hand clamping down on my left ass cheek. He bit on my bottom lip until I melted against the mirror. My reflection stared right back at me–flushed cheeks, wide eyes, a stranger's hand on my throat, my dress sliding up high, revealing a sneak peek of my ass.
He broke away just long enough to growl into my ear, "Tonight, I'm your master, and you're my dirty slut. You'll do as I say, huh?"
My blood rushed and burned like fire in my veins and my pulse roared with excitement. This was it. This was the night.
"Yes," I breathed. "Yes, daddy."
The way his eyes shone at the words made my pussy suddenly clench, spurting cum. He hoisted me, his palms kneading my ass cheeks while I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms on his shoulders.
He dropped me to my knees when we were in, and my fingers quickly found the buckle of his belt.
"Uh-huh, baby," he tutted. "Strip."
I could feel my pussy grumble as I got to my feet. It was not fair to leave me this wet and needy, only to deny me the one thing I braved badly to be in my pussy.
Well, the right amount of foreplay would be good for when next my mind drifted to this night.
Heat pooled to my cheeks and my core as I let the straps of my red dress slide off my shoulders. The silk puddled at my feet, and I was naked except for the covering of my lace panties.
His fingers tangled in my hair and he pulled my head back so I stared right at him. His eyes were a dark inferno.
I was trembling as I knelt before him, waiting
His palms caressed my skin once, twice, then came the first slap landing with the force of a nuclear bomb.
The sting lit up my nerves and I screamed into the sheets
"You like this?" he asked, spanking me harder.
"Yes," I moaned.
A dark chuckle rumbled in his throat. "Then you'll love this."
His fingers found the entrance of my pussy, wasting no time before it slid between my wet folds, teasing my clit for a fleeting heartbeat. He pulled away quickly, deliberately denying me the pleasures I so much wanted.
When a low moan escaped my lips as a grumble, he chuckled. "You're a fucking slut, you know that? Needing my dick so bad. You're going to have to beg for it, sweetheart."
My body bucked helplessly, my wrists straining against the silk restraints. "Please," I begged, my voice raw with lethal passion. "Please, I need it..."
His fist tangled in my hair, yanking my head back. "His lips brush my ear, his voice a surreal growl. "Say it. Say you belong to me."
"I belong to you," I gasped. "Just for tonight, I'm yours. Break me. Fuck me. Use me."
I didn't miss the smug grin that formed slowly on his sweet masculine face. Then he slammed into me, filling me, stretching my pussy wide.