by Kate Stewart
To that, he chuckled. “Noted.”
When the waiter came, we ordered fajitas and margaritas, keeping our conversation light. I finished my plate and looked at him with a question.
“Do you take all your tourists to dinner?”
“Tourists?” His lips curled at the edges. “I guess that would be an appropriate word for you at the moment. And yes, all the ladies that I have a sexual relationship with get fed at some point.”
“Why? That’s more of a dating type of thing to do.” He looked at me incredulously and shook his head.
“Well, this is not a scenario where you are fucking a man with no heart. Again with the books. I have feelings, emotions. I’m not made of steel, I bleed and I like to get to know the women I fuck. It’s a matter of feeling them out, seeing what they prefer, their wants and needs. Sex is just as psychological as it is physical, Violet. I date. I have relationships. Not all people into kink have some sort of demon to battle. It’s a sexual preference.”
“That club is like something out of one of my books.”
He exhaled. “Violet, that club was handed to me. None of it was my idea.”
“So what you’re saying is you’re normal?” I asked, the disappointment in my voice unmistakable.
“Sorry to disappoint you again. Would you prefer I acted like a pompous ass with mental issues and ordered you around like a bitch in heat?”
“I don’t know,” I said, sipping my margarita.
“That’s the point, you don’t. We are going to find out. For now, why don’t you just go with it? Why are you getting a divorce?”
That question threw me for a loop and I downed my margarita and gave him an honest answer.
“I started listening to his home office conversations months ago and realized he was cheating on me with two women. When he comes home, which is rare at this point, at precisely eleven p.m. he calls who I refer to as the girlfriend and talks to her. She seems to have him on a short leash. It’s like a meticulous ritual with her and doesn’t make sense to me, but it’s every night he’s home at the exact same time. Other days, and at all times of the day, I’ll catch him calling the other. He’s either never realized his conversations aren’t muffled or doesn’t care. He cheated. It’s over. I’m fine and I never ever want to talk about him again.” I glared at him for bringing up such a personal topic so soon.
He motioned for the waiter to get the check, paid quickly, and grabbed my hand and led me out to the patio. A mariachi band was walking from table to table playing upbeat songs. I felt numb as I took in the small stone waterfall and strategically placed lights hanging above us. To the right of the patio around the corner of the building there was a tiny gazebo close to a small pond hidden under the cover of a tree and he led me there without a word. He took a seat at the tiny bench inside of it and gestured for me to sit on his lap. He turned my body sideways so that my legs were spread over his.
I stared at the pond, still uneasy from my admission to Rhys, and breathed the cold air in deep, trying to gain back some small sense of peace. This really wasn’t what I had in mind at all when I set out to explore my sexuality. I thought I had been perfectly clear about what I wanted, and so far, we’d only had some mind-blowing oral. We sat in silence for a few moments before his breath was on my neck. I turned to see his eyes full of the same lust he’d shown at his office. I was instantly back there with him, lips parted as he slid his hand underneath my dress and began to massage my pussy over my panties in mesmerizing circles. I instantly left the dark place from our conversation and felt my body start to hum. He moved my panties to the side, entering me suddenly with his digits, and I lost all sense of reality. I bucked under his hand, my body begging for more. He pulled his fingers from me, sucking them sweetly before putting them back into my warm center, in, out, in and out, in and out. He leaned over and took my neck with his mouth, trailing his tongue to my ear.
“I love the way you taste.”
My clit pulsed as he brushed it with his thumb. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I opened wider for him as we held each other’s gaze. I licked his lips and he squeezed his eyes shut, his hard dick bulging beneath me. He stood suddenly, forcing me to my feet, and turning me away from him as he placed my hands on either side of the arch of the small gazebo. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling my ass toward him, bending me over slightly. Looking around frantically to see if anyone was coming our way, I started to protest when he lifted my skirt so it hung on my back then pulled down my panties. I was in a panic. Anyone could come by at any moment. Oh God, this was...hot! My arms buckled slightly when I felt the tip of his huge cock at my entrance, sliding up and down. He ran one hand up and down my ass and smoothed it over, caressing my thighs as the other finger fucked me roughly. On edge and full of adrenaline, I kept my mouth clamped as his raw touch pushed me into a frenzy.
“You’re going to stand there and take this dick, Violet,” he ordered, his voice making my sex clench. There were people just a few feet away. My skirt was hanging over my ass and my front was covered, but there was no mistaking what we were about to do. His huge tip entered me again and I bit my bottom lip so hard tears sprang to my eyes.
And then I felt him. His width slid into me one painful and achingly delicious inch at a time. I thanked God out loud as the mariachi band started another song very close to where I was being impaled.
Rhys pinched my nipple, finding it easily over my dress as he thrust the rest of his hard length deep inside of me. The band muffled my scream while I held on tight as his cock stretched my drenched pussy. He gripped both hips, showing no mercy as he fucked me viciously. I called out to him, my pleas lost in the air. He bent me over further and my entire body twitched when he hit me deep, fucking me harder than I’d ever been fucked in my life. I braced myself, taking all he would give me, savoring every amazing amount of beautiful friction. He squeezed my ass painfully, driving in deeper, and all I could do was hold on as I prayed for him to never stop. The more he fucked me, the wetter I got.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, his dick still pulsing inside of me as he again sat on the bench. I writhed in pleasure, feeling the depth of him even more. Now sitting on his lap, his cock buried deep as I faced away from him, unable to see, only to feel, I moved my body, grinding my hips into him.
“Violet,” he grunted, pumping into me as I braced my hands on his knees and bounced up and down with his thrusts, my legs hanging limp on either side of him. I was out of my fucking mind moaning as he pumped into me, his balls slapping my ass and finger pressing on my clit. I felt the pull and second-guessed it until minutes later Rhys had his hand over my mouth, muffling my now easily heard moans. I shattered, completely coming apart as he pressed hard on my clit and buried his cock deep. My legs shook uncontrollably and I went limp as he pounded into me and spilled himself inside.
I opened my eyes to find us unseen, or at least I hoped so, but deep down I really didn’t give a shit. Rhys pulled out of me and I felt the evidence of his orgasm seep down my leg as I used my panties to wipe the mess away, stuffing them in my purse. Rhys buckled his pants and turned me to him to straighten my dress. I looked at him with wide eyes as he rubbed his thumb along my jaw then placed a soft kiss on my lips.
“I love Mexican,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I could only nod as he led me to the car, staying quiet until we arrived at The Rabbit Hole.
He kept his car idling, to keep the heat in, and asked for my cell. I watched his profile as he programmed his number into my phone. The glow of the dash lit the shadows and highlighted the perfect, strong lines of his face.
“Why are you single?” I asked before I had a chance to weigh my words.
He handed my phone back. “I haven’t always been.”
“That’s an answer?” I asked, thrown off by the open book my life had been so far to him and the vague answer he had just given me.
“It’s one you will have to accept tonight.” He got out of the ca
r and cornered my side as I smoothed down my dress. I accepted his hand, and he kissed my wrist in a way that made my now sore sex ache to be filled again.
“Thank you?” I said, grinning widely as he nodded his head to accept, and returning my grin.
“I’ll be in touch, Violet.” He watched me walk to my car, and when I was safely inside, he returned to his. I drove away with a smile plastered to my face and an ache that I reveled in. Thank you, indeed.
At home, soaking in the tub full of Epsom salt for the second day in a row, two things were apparent. I was ridiculously out of shape, and I had been well fucked by a man with a dick the size of a tall Red Bull. I had winced throughout the last two days, wondering if I could even handle another hit of him. I checked my cellphone constantly, but had received nothing, not a word from him.
Alex walked into the bathroom, straightening his tie. “What’s on your agenda today?”
I sat stunned. There would be words between us today?
“I’m sorry, are you talking to me?” I looked behind me at the shower tiles to emphasize my sarcasm.
He looked down at the floor, studying his shoes. It was the first time I had really looked at him in months. With chestnut brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a boyishly handsome face, it was no big mystery to me why I fell for him. Smart, good-looking, funny, a persuasive way with words, now all I wanted was his silence.
“Vi, I know I’ve been distant,” he offered. I immediately waved my hand.
“Absent, not distant. Absent. And I really don’t even fucking care to talk about it today, Alex. I’ve tried too hard for too long.” I stood up from the tub and saw him take in my naked form. He gave me a good once over and grabbed a towel, handing it to me, and averting his eyes as if it bothered him. I made a small hmpf sound and walked past him.
“Can we have dinner tonight?” he asked, following me from the bathroom to our bedroom where I held my towel tightly around me.
“Absolutely fucking not.” I heard my phone ping. I thought it ironic. I looked at the message and smiled. “I have plans.”
“May I ask with whom?” he said, putting his hands on his hips.
“Are you for real right now, Alex?” I asked, mocking his gesture, my hands gripping my hips.
“Bye, Vi,” he said, giving up so easily I had to add fuel to the fire.
“I’m sure she’ll forgive you. Just buy her something!” He paused in the doorway and then kept walking.
Looking at the message again, I quickly let it go as a flutter of excitement raced through me.
RHYS: I want a kiss. Meet me at the club at 8. Green.
Hmmmm, green had been good to me so far. As a matter of fact, I was terrified of the pain tonight’s escapades might induce, no matter how mild. I couldn’t wait to see him. Wait.
I sat on the edge of the bed. I couldn’t wait to see him? My phone rang in my hand and I jumped at the intrusion.
“Hi, Mom.” I blushed as if she knew what I had been up to.
“How’s my baby?” I grinned. I loved the sound of her voice. It took me back to a better place and time.
“I miss you, Mom.” My voice trembled, surprising me, and I shook my head to dismiss my sudden emotion. This had to be PMS.
“What’s wrong, baby?” she asked. I heard her walking and a door close behind her. Though my father and I were close, she never revealed anything said in confidence between us. I had an amazing friendship with her my whole life. My best friend in the world was my mother. I had a few close friends growing up, yet there were times we were at odds, even years we couldn’t connect. Now that I was older, that wasn’t even a possibility. I was an only child who had been both spoiled and disciplined.
“Mom, I’m divorcing Alex. You know I’ve been unhappy—”
“I know,” she said quietly.
“You know?”
“Honey, I was prepared for this statement the day of your wedding.”
I sat stunned at her admission. “What? You are telling me now you knew it wouldn’t work out?”
“Yes. I knew he couldn’t make you happy. I’m sorry, baby. I thought about it a hundred times then realized it was better not to tell you. I guess I was hoping I was wrong.”
I knew my mother loved me with everything she had. She would never intentionally keep something from me to hurt me. I probably wouldn’t have heeded her warning anyway.
“He’s been unfaithful,” I said, then bluntly added, “and now so have I.”
“Not surprised about him, but, baby, you too?”
“It’s recent. He’s been unfaithful for over a year, I think.”
“Well, baby, I know I’m not supposed to say this, but honestly, what’s good for the goose. When is this happening?”
“Soon. I haven’t asked him for one yet, is that weird?”
“You will when you’re ready. What’s the hurry? The damage is done and paperwork is just that, paperwork. Don’t you let him have that house. I know how much you love it! Why don’t we get together this week? Or better yet, pack a bag and come and stay with me. We can have one of our weekends.”
“I’ll be over Friday. You have a date.”
“I love you, baby. Just remember who you are and take her with you. The worst thing you can do is lose a piece of yourself to this because of him.”
“I think I’m in the middle of doing just that, Mom. Kiss Daddy for me. I’ll see you soon.”
Who knew? I thought my mother loved Alex. I would go home this weekend and be my mother’s daughter. It may be just what I needed.
But tonight, I would be Rhys’s student, and I couldn’t wait.
I took a ridiculous amount of time getting ready. I wore a long red skirt and white blouse, finishing the look with my new black and white checkered heels with a red sole, courtesy of Alex’s new American Express. I thought it was a nice touch. Tara greeted me and told me Rhys was running late and would be along shortly. She rounded the bar, which was slow, and kept me company, pouring us an insane amount of drinks in a short amount of time. We laughed until we cried and the more drinks that went down, the closer Tara got. Instead of beating around the bush, I asked her directly.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Tara?”
She batted her false lashes, which made her clear blue eyes pop, and gave me a sweet, “Maybe.”
“You do know I’m fucking your boss?” I hiccupped, pushing the drink she set in front of me away.
“He shares with me once in a while,” she said, raising her brows and leaning in closer.
“I’ve never been with a woman,” I said, my eyes sweeping over the curve of her breasts. “I think you are beautiful.”
“Well, it wouldn’t hurt to play around a little,” she said, unbuttoning the first three buttons of my blouse. I looked around to see we had an audience of one. Rhys was in the corner next to the entrance watching us intently. I gave him a smile as Tara slipped a hand underneath my shirt, sweeping a hand over my breast. I saw Rhys’s eyes light up and moaned as Tara’s soft lips took my nipple into her mouth. I was wet instantly, watching Rhys get hot over our exchange. I watched him carefully, waiting on him to object when Tara kissed my chest and glided her lips and tongue up my neck. Her hand reached between my legs and I parted my lips as she stroked my clit with expert skill. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Rhys and could feel his tension and growing need as Tara stroked me, sucking my tits and my neck, drawing my eyes closed when she slid her fingers inside of me. FUCK THIS WAS HOT.
I felt lips brush mine and opened them, grinning at Rhys, who was now standing between Tara and me.
“That’s enough, Tara,” he said, lifting me off my barstool, encouraging me to wrap my legs around him. Tara protested as I smiled at Rhys, who carried me away as I gave her a thumbs up.
“Thanks for my first outstanding lesbian experience.”
Rhys burst out laughing as he led me down a different hall than the one that led to his office. I saw a few numbered doors and we entered door numbe
r three. The room was painted red and had a huge black ottoman in the center of it. I hadn’t bothered to explore the club any more than Rhys’s office, but it had been in the back of my mind that there was much more to it than just the bar.
I looked up to Rhys with rose-colored glasses, due to the amount of drinks, and kissed his neck. “You smell so good. Mmmm, did you miss me?”
“I missed your pretty pink pussy.” He grinned, tossing me on the ottoman. “And maybe a little of that mouth.”
I turned on my stomach and pointed the tips of my heels in the air. “I’ve been sore for two days, you know. I don’t think I’m going to be able to service you tonight, sir.” Another hiccup escaped me and I giggled.
“I could just take it,” he said, throwing his jacket on the ottoman and loosening his tie.
“I’m a little buzzed, Rhys. Don’t you think you should wait until I’m of sound mind and not take advantage of the situation?”
He laughed as he unbuttoned the side of my skirt before sliding it off me. When I was in nothing but my panties, he’d given me my answer.
“What were the rules?” he asked, spreading me out on the ottoman on my stomach, pulling down my panties to just underneath my ass. He massaged my shoulders, placing small kisses on my back, trailing down to my ass before he took a mouthful of it. I was already soaked from Tara’s skillful fingers, now I was drenched from Rhys’s tongue.
“What rules?” I couldn’t think with him stroking my skin, it felt so good. “Oh, the rules. No toys, no books, no other partners.”
I felt the heat on my ass before the sound registered. He had just spanked me and it fucking hurt.
“What in the fuck!” The sober me would have realized this part of the evening was designed to test my ability to withstand a good spanking. The buzzed me wanted to punch the fuck out of him.
I rose from the ottoman and was brought back down by his hand flattening my back and pinning me down.
