by Renee Rose
She hesitates, then nods. “Sure.” I feel like she’s saying yes to far more than trespassing.
“Sometimes that’s the best way to have fun.” My voice is soft, but she hears it and agrees—I can tell by the way her heart races faster. I smile.
I blur our bodies as we slip past the rope, setting my glass down on a table near the entrance, and in two seconds, we’re completely alone. The sounds of the busy gallery disappear, leaving us in our own world.
The room is dark, almost pitch black at first. It’s disorienting to humans, although my extra perceptive senses allow me to see the dimensions despite the illusion.
As Temi’s eyes acclimate, I know she can see that the space is filled with dangling black strands of mini lights that hang all around us from the ceiling, like vines. Every few minutes the lights shine and flash in different colors, reflecting like stars off the mirrored walls.
“We’re alone,” she says softly as the lights flicker, illuminating the place just enough to show our outlines. She’s close. I smell her faint perfume and her sweet skin, a blossom ready to burst.
“Yes.” I close the door behind me and click the lock on in. “So we are.” I lead her into the middle of the room. “What do you think?”
Her voice is quiet. “It’s like we’re out in space, and there are infinite galaxies all around us.” She points. “It goes on forever, if you just pretend it’s not mirrors and black walls. I love it.” She brushes at the strands of lights, making them sway and wave. “This is gorgeous. I mean, it’s a total knock off of Yayoi Kusama, but I still love it.”
Our voices are low but clear in the empty room. Her voice is a bell, a pure tone.
“You do know your art.” I can’t keep the admiration from my voice.
She shrugs, but I see the little pleased smile on her face. “I’m learning.” She’s understating herself. Growing her confidence, probably.
“I’m curious. Someone so talented. Why aren’t you selling your work?”
She doesn’t like this question. I feel her shrink into herself, see the frustration and irritation on her face. “Life isn’t always perfect, Pro—Locke.” She blinks. “You have to work up to these things.”
“You work a lot?” I researched her. I know about the multiple jobs, and the fact that she supports her grandma. That she never went to college.
“Not everyone had the opportunity to go to an Ivy League school like you.” She must have read my bio online. Then she relaxes the tension in her voice. “Let’s just enjoy the exhibit.”
“I’m only asking because you’re talented. I think you have potential.” It sounds like a shitty trope, the professor giving compliments to get into his student’s panties, but it’s true. The assessment and the panties, both. I imagine a slip of fabric, maybe black silk, and get hard at the image.
She’s still holding her glass of champagne.. I see her fingers tighten on it.
I squeeze her free hand again. “You’re phenomenal.”
A little shiver runs through her. “Thank you.”
“And I also think there’s something going on here, Temi. With us.” I lower my voice. “Am I right?”
She goes still. A rabbit, waiting for the fox to pounce. She knows as well as I do that students and professors shouldn’t mix. Maybe she senses something else about me, too, the darker side—and she wants to explore. Why else would she have come in here with me so willingly?
“I-I don’t know.” She’s a little breathless.
“Don’t you?” I brush my hand down her arm.
“Maybe.” She whispers it.
“Tell me, Temi.” I inject dominance into my voice. “Say it.” Oh, the commands I want to give this woman; we’ll work our way up to the good part.
“Yes.” It’s barely audible.
“Mmm, that’s what I thought. What do you want?” I smile at her, even if she can’t see it. Making her say it is the perfect way to start asserting my authority. Soon enough, she’ll be obeying everything I tell her—
“Kiss me.” She mouths the words.
She lifts her head and her lovely, slim neck gleams in the light. I can practically taste her, feel my canines bursting through her perfectly taut skin, letting a few jewels of blood well up to lick—
I can’t help but give a little growl.
Her eyes go wide, but it’s too late; she’s said yes.
I put a hand behind her head, splaying my fingers out across her silky hair, and pull her closer to me until our bodies are touching from hips to shoulders. Her firm breasts push into my chest.
“Where do you want the kiss?” I hover my lips over her ear. “Our first kiss?”
“I…” she leans her head back into my strong palm, “I…”
Her head is swimming, I’m sure. “Here?” I brush my lips over hers so softly, it’s barely a suggestion of a touch.
She gasps, leans forward into my mouth, but I smile and pull away.
She makes a little noise of frustration.
I slide one hand between our bodies to cup her breast. “Or here?”
Her chest heaves a little harder. “Locke…”
“Or perhaps here?” I lean in further and put my lips to her neck. “Some women find this spot irresistible.”
“Yes, yes, please.” She makes a little whimper. I can smell her arousal.
“Ask nicely.” I pull my hand away from her breast and pull her closer.
“Please.” The word is like honey and magic on her lips.
I kiss her soft neck, barely able to keep myself from biting down hard. I nip the skin and she cries out, a little noise of pure desire. “You like that?” I cup her ass with one hand.
“Yes.” She tilts her head back further, opening herself up to me. “Locke.”
I kiss her throat again and suck hard enough to leave marks. She moans and pulls my head closer to her neck with her hand, as if asking for more, harder. So I oblige. Fuck it. If she likes this as much as I do, who am I to say no?
Then, before I lose control, I take her lips with mine. She meets my kiss with equal passion, lets me explore her with my tongue, presses her body to mine as tightly as she can.
I reach between us once again and find her nipple, squeeze it gently through the fabric of her dress. She murmurs her assent. Without giving it too much thought, I reach back and unzip her.
“Take this down for me,” I whisper into her ear. “Give me your pretty breasts.”
“Yes,” she murmurs. She tries with one hand; to help, I take her champagne from her.
“I’ll hold it. You undress for me. Tell me Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir.” She says it immediately without any thought or hesitation, as if she was only waiting for me to master her.
Holy fuck. She’s a dream.
Now, with both hands free, she’s able to pull the fabric down. “Like this?” she asks.
“Perfect.” I smile. She has no idea.
I bend down and take one taut nipple into my mouth.
She cries out as I bite, but it’s a sound of enjoyment. She grabs my hair with both hands. “Locke.”
“Stay still, Temi.” I hold her breast in my palm and pour some champagne from her glass over her skin. When I bend down and suck, I can taste the alcohol and her body together, and I lick her nipple and suck before kissing her. “Taste.”
She kisses me greedily, as if she can’t get enough. “Oh, God.”
I repeat the process with her other breast. “You’re fucking delicious.”
I take a sip of the champagne, then kiss her again, letting her drink from my mouth. She pulls at me with both hands and I toss the champagne glass aside, hearing it crash and shatter in a far corner before I grab her back, hard. Pull her to me.
She wraps one leg around mine. If I told her to strip and lie down, she’d do it. The control fills me with euphoria.
“What do you want?” I whisper, pulling the hem of her dress up past her thigh.
She helps me by putting down
her leg and wiggling that fucking delectable ass, and soon I have the fabric up at her waist.
“Do you want me to touch you?” I trace my fingers up her thigh. “Hmmm?”
She shifts, tangling her leg around mine again. “Locke, I want…” She’s breathless again from our kisses, from her own desire.
I glide my fingers closer to the junction of her pretty thighs. “Tell me, Temi.”
Chapter 4
Locke is driving me insane with desire. I don’t know what it is about him—those commanding eyes, his handsome face, his toned body, maybe the way he smells? All I know is that I need his touch, and I’ll die if he stops. I’m addicted to him, and I’ll do anything to keep this moment going.
He’s a fucking dominant, just like in my daydream. It’s nearly too good to be true, and I don’t give a single fuck, because I haven’t felt this good and aroused and alive in years.
“You’ll do anything I ask, won’t you?” His voice reverberates in my head, in my bones, in my pussy. I can feel him in my mind. “Any dirty, filthy thing I want, you’d get down on your knees for me and beg for it.”
“Yes, please.” I can barely breathe. I want his mouth back on my nipples. I want his fingers on my clit. “Locke…”
He surprises me by reaching around and slapping my ass once, a sharp crack that rings out in the empty space. The feel of his hand on my skin inflames me. I stick my butt out, wanting more.
“Ow,” I moan, although it’s not pain that zings along my nerve endings, but need.
“What would you do for me?” He spanks me again, harder. “Words, Temi. Make it good and I’ll touch you the way you want.”
“I’ll—you’re right, I’ll do dirty things for you. To you. Let you do what you want.”
He’s still, listening. His hand doesn’t move. Then he pulls it away from my leg. I start to get desperate.
“I-I’ll get on my knees for you, Locke. I’ll suck your cock. Is that what you like?” I would do it—want to do it. I can imagine how he’d taste. I envision the look on his face as I bring him to ecstasy with my tongue and lips, the way he’d toss his head back and growl out his pleasure. It’s so real, I almost think I’ve done it before…
He puts his hand back, just lightly—the fingertips—onto my thigh. “And?”
“I’ll strip for you. I’ll let you spank me. I want you to spank me, harder. Longer.” My pussy gets wetter as I imagine myself over his lap, bare. I can see my skin glistening in the light and his dark head bending down as his hand slaps my ass, leaving red marks. I want it so badly, I can feel it. “With your hand. Your belt. Tie me up and use me. Fuck my face. As long and hard as you want. Anything you want. I’ll be your slave for the night. Just, please.” I start babbling out the things I crave, the thoughts that torment me when I’m alone at night in my bed. The visions I’ve had of him and me together.
“Mmm, I like that.” He starts to glide his hand upward once again.
“You’d love it.” His cock is so hard against me that it’s like iron. He’s big and thick, this much I can tell even through his pants. I press against him again, wanting him inside me. “I swear.”
His hand continues its journey and I blurt out my darkest fantasies.
“I’ll be your fuck-toy,” I whisper, feeling him get even harder. “Whatever you want. No limits. Please. I promise.”
I gasp as his finger reaches the gusset of my panties. “Oh, God. Locke.”
He rubs softly, and I almost come right there. “Fuck.” I’m delirious with desire. I move my leg to spread my thighs a little wider, hoping to entice him. “Touch me there. Please.”
“I assume your promises are iron-clad?” He taps my clit gently.
“Yes!” I’m ready to cry with need.
“Then your wish is my command.” He slides aside the soaked fabric and juts two fingers into my body.
I give a strangled cry and grab onto him for dear life as he strokes me, touches me, his skillful movements bringing me closer and closer to release.
“Because I will remember what you promised me. And I will collect. Understand?” His voice is stern now, even cold. Full of authority.
And then he leans in and bites my neck hard, in the place I love, just as he touches my clit one more time. And I explode.
I cry out as I come harder than I ever have in my entire life. My whole body pulses with pleasure, blasts of sensation that leave me helpless, weak, unable to do anything but exist and let the tidal wave crash over me again and again.
I go dizzy with his touch, his scent, the pleasure. I can’t stand, I can’t see, my ears are buzzing with my heartbeat.
I let go and just fly into the storm.
When I come back to myself, we’re sitting on the ground. I’m on his lap with his arms around me, my head tucked under his chin. I’m buzzing with endorphins and after-shocks and my entire body is swathed in bliss.
I move a little bit and he strokes my arms, down my shoulders to my hands. My chest is still damp with spilled champagne, and I smell my own arousal in the air mixed with the effervescent tang of the bubbly.
“Locke, that was…” I blink and clear my throat. “But you didn’t? I should…” I reach down to touch his cock, still rock hard. And amazingly, I want him again, already. My pussy starts to throb with need. “We can—”
He puts his hand on top of mine. “Later, Temi.” I can feel his body vibrating with his own desire. “Don’t you worry. I’ll collect those promises from you.” He laughs, and it sends a little shiver down my spine. “What I want to do to you can’t be accomplished here in this room. I can wait.”
My stomach gives a sudden lurch of anticipation. “Um…”
He pulls my dress up over my breasts, smoothing it. “We’ll continue this… at my leisure.”
“Continue, like, at your house?” The butterflies in my gut accelerate. Locke has a dangerous side; I can tell. And I just promised him I’d do anything, anytime, anywhere. And the terrifying thing is, I meant it. And still do.
“I’ll tell you when it’s time. There’s a party I think you’d like.” He’s on his feet in an instant, and so am I. How does he move so fast, so gracefully? “Let’s get you presentable before this room opens to the public. Unless you like to be watched?” He tilts his head.
“I… Hmm.” The truth is, I like the idea. But I don’t want to admit it.
He chuckles. “Something else to add to my list, then.”
I adjust my panties, which are soaked to an embarrassing degree, and pull down my dress back to mid-thigh. Locke zips me up in back. “No one will know,” he whispers, his hands straying over my body, “what we just did. How you came in my hands and promised me the world. Just me.” He laughs. “I’m the only one who knows how I owned you and will do it again.”
I suck in my breath. I want him to own me. To control me. To bring me to pleasure again.
“You are ready?” He takes my arm. “Shall we?”
I’m not sure that I am ready for what comes next, but I nod and follow as he leads me to the door.
No one seems to notice as we emerge from the dark room, and the bright lights and chatter make me dizzy. Locke steadies me even as he summons a server. “There’s broken glass in there and it needs to be cleaned up before the people are allowed inside.” He gestures to the exhibit room that we’ve just left.
“Right away, sir.” The young man nods and turns on his heel. Clearly, Locke has an attitude of authority that is felt by anyone.
The next thing I know, we’re on the sidewalk. “Did you drive here, or Uber?” Locke asks as he looks up the street.
“The bus.” My senses are all still over-excited and it seems like colors are brighter, sounds are clearer. At the same time, it’s like I’m experiencing everything through a dreamy mist. “I was planning to Uber home.”
“I’ll call you a ride.” He taps on his phone. “My treat.”
Disappointment hits. Maybe he doesn’t mean to follow up with more sex.
And then confusion and embarrassment take hold. I just messed around with my professor—something that’s forbidden for a good reason. What if he fucks up my grade? What if he hates me now? What if he’s just playing some sick game, because he can? I should have known better. I can’t risk things like this, when I’m already putting everything on the line! What if—
His voice is low and warm. “This won’t affect anything in class. It had nothing to do with it.” He takes my chin in his hand and looks into my eyes. “Understand?”
I nod, once again mesmerized by his gaze. Relieved. Still aroused. “Okay.”
“Okay, then.” He smiles. “And I meant what I said about finishing things.”
My eyes widen. “But…”
He touches my neck. “I bit you. Hard. I drew blood.”
“I noticed.” I touch it too.
“You liked it.” It’s not a question.
I nod. “Yes.” Do it again, is what I want to say.
“Good.” He smiles and pulls me closer. “See you soon, Temi.”
“Do you want my number?” My face gets hot. I don’t know how to do this. He’s so much worldlier than I am, more experienced, more everything.
“I already have it. I usually get exactly what I want.” He looks at me, his smile fading to something more serious. Stern. Commanding.
My breath hitches again, because I’m remembering everything I promised him, all the dirty things I want him to do.
“Okay.” My voice is small, but firm. “Well, I plan to get exactly what I want, too.” Maybe he’s more seasoned than I am, but fuck—I’m not one to back down from a challenge. And tonight was something I’ve dreamt about for a long time.
“Then things will work out quite well.” He smirks.
A car turns down the street and glides to a stop in front of us. “Take care, Temi.”
“You too.”
He gives me a firm kiss on the lips and arranges me in the car. “Good night.”
As the sedan drives through the night streets, I shift on the seat and watch the lights of the city. Images jumble together in my mind: Locke’s hand on my pussy, his enigmatic smile, his commanding tone. The way he caught my iPod the other day, so deft, like magic. His eyes.
