The Bar
The limousine dropped me off at the hotel entrance and I looked up impressed. This place was huge and very obviously expensive. As instructed I reported to Edward, the concierge on duty, who discretely took my overnight case and directed me to the Champagne bar. I strode over, checking my reflection in the frosted glass doors as I passed. I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt under my jacket sleeves and ran a hand through my black, unruly with an edge of cool, hair. I smiled politely as a blonde stumbled as she passed me, too busy checking me out to see the small step in the marble floor. Logan Steele, you’ve still got it, I thought as I approached the bar and turned heads. Women wanted me, men wanted to be me, I was used to getting this sort of reaction when I was in my workout gear, but with a suit the attention was more pronounced. Even more so tonight, as I was in a sharply tailored suit that I’d had made to measure in Bond Street as part of Camilla’s requirements.
‘Still water, twist of lime, no ice,’ I asked the bartender who nodded and pushed a paper coaster towards me as I sat sideways to the bar, ensuring I had full view of the entrance.
‘Alcoholic?’ enquired a redhead as she sidled up beside me and put her hand on my firm bicep.
‘Not at all. I’m meeting someone and want to be clear headed for the evening I have planned for her.’
‘Lucky lady,’ she sighed and moved onto another single male who gave me a grateful smile of thanks for refusing her.
‘Your water, Sir.’
‘Thank you, keep the change.’
‘Thank you, Sir,’ he smiled. I always paid as if it were an expensive short, otherwise I’d just look cheap.
‘You’re welcome.’
‘Meeting Miss Domville?’ he enquired quietly as he polished a glass.
‘What would make you think that?’ I asked, raising my eyebrow in return. Client discretion was paramount.
‘All staff likely to see you with her have been warned to keep quiet, to ensure that it does not get back to her father.’
‘The staff are more scared of his daughter than the great man himself?’
‘The great man himself doesn’t have sex with his staff and keep the recordings to blackmail them with, Sir.’
‘Well I should hope not.’ The report I’d read had suggested as much, that Miss Domville was not the innocent virgin her father believed her to be, but a recording was strictly against my policy.
‘If one were aware that there were such cameras, hidden behind the speaker panel in the private lift to the Domville suite, as well as in the iPhone docs facing the bed in the master suite, the vase of black orchids in the main bathroom and box tree bush next to the hot tub on the outer balcony, one could find a way to make sure they avoided their face being seen.’
‘Fascinating,’ I nodded as I slipped him another tip and received a grateful nod as he stepped away to serve another customer. So, Camilla was planning on capturing my face and trying to blackmail me? I wondered what for, it wasn’t as if she needed any extra money. I ran through the layout of the suite that I’d memorised and calculated how I was going to avoid her spycams as I sipped at my water and checked the main door again, before checking my watch. She was late, it was already ten past eight. If she stood me up it would do me a favour, I’d been paid up front and could avoid the complications of her scheming, but it would bruise my ego severely. No one had ever stood me up.
‘Is this seat taken?’
‘I’m afraid so,’ I replied without looking at the speaker. As well as skilled in bed, I was also skilled in reading into people’s body language, listening to their tone and intonation and making snap judgements. I’d lay bets that she was in her mid-sixties, a smoker, which I hated, and that she was desperate. While the irony of not liking desperate women for casual personal encounters wasn’t lost on me, given that I got it up on a regular basis for desperate women, that was work. In real life I veered towards women who weren’t quite so obvious and pushy.
‘It looks vacant,’ she prodded. Why the hell ask if you’re going to ignore my response? I slowly turned to face her, pleased that my intuition hadn’t let me down. She was attractive for her age, but severely lined around the mouth from sucking on cigarettes, or maybe it was cock as well, she certainly wasn’t shy in pressing me for my company.
‘It won’t be for long and I’m afraid that wasn’t an offer,’ I smiled politely. She visibly bristled and tucked her grey hair behind her ear and haughtily turned to head towards the ladies. I heard a murmur sweeping around the bar and turned my head back to the door. There she was, if I’d been drinking my water I might have lost my usual cool composed self and spat it all over the floor. What the fuck was she wearing? And more to the point, how the hell did Mr. Domville think that his daughter was a virgin? She smiled as she saw me sitting at the bar and moved towards me with a surprising grace. Her dance training I guessed. I widened my thighs slightly to accommodate my swelling cock. She had amazing legs and that dress fit her like a second skin, there was no fat on her anywhere. If anything she was a bit skinnier and more flat chested than I’d like, a bit too straight up and down and needed more of a curve to her hips and backside, but I wasn’t complaining, she was attractive.
Sometimes I felt like James Bond, I was tasked to fulfil my duties no matter what the cost. Logan Steele, licenced to thrill. I let out a chuckle at my off the cuff witticism. I ought to have business cards made with that slogan. Sometimes I just wished I could be myself more, but women didn’t pay me to be myself. The real me was a bit of a gaming geek, who loved to drink pints of beer while hanging out with his friends, who laughed at things other people didn’t find funny to the point of doubling up, who adored his football and rugby. No, they wanted the suave Logan Steele, seducer of women, calm, controlled and mature.
‘Antoine, a bottle of Cristal please,’ she ordered as she took the seat next to me, her eyes flicking to my crotch as she did.
‘Certainly, Miss Camilla,’ nodded my bartender and gave me a discrete knowing smile.
‘Having a party?’ I asked. I watched as she quivered, my baritone voice often did that to women, it was supposed to be a sign of virility, I guessed it was. Having a deep voice had never done Oliver and I any harm when we used to act as each other’s wing men. Not that we needed help drawing them in, but it made the whole experience more fun.
‘Actually yes, I’m expecting a very large surprise,’ she smiled as she swivelled on her stool to face me.
‘Then I sincerely hope you aren’t disappointed.’
‘So far the evening has exceeded expectations, and it’s barely begun,’ she giggled as she slowly parted her legs, letting me see a flash of green lace before she crossed them again.
‘What expectations did you have?’ I enquired as she ran the pointed heel of her shoe up my calf.
‘I’m really hoping to scream when I unwrap my present, I’m hoping it’s as big as I imagined.’
‘I’m sure it will be, who could refuse to give you what you want?’ I asked with a cock of my head. I could see the pulse in her neck beating faster.
‘No one I hope, I’d hate to have to return it for a refund.’
‘I’m sure you’ll find that your present comes with a guarantee cast from pure Steele,’ I winked. She gulped and fluttered her eyelashes, then bit her lower lip and wriggled a little on her stool.
‘Miss Camilla, your Champagne,’ announced Antoine as he carried the Champagne bucket around to place it at her side.
‘Antoine, I’m in the mood to start my party early. Please, could you put it on ice until I know where I’ll be and in case I’m delayed on the way up.’
‘Of course,’ he nodded with a slight bow and backed away with it again.
‘What a shame I won’t be able to enjoy the pleasure of your company for a little bit longer,’ I advised with a pretend frown.
‘Come with me,’ she giggled with a wriggle of her shoulders, as she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder. That’s one RSVP I’ve never
declined darling, I thought as I pretended to consider her request.
‘I’m not one for crowds, Miss Camilla. I’m best in a one to one situation.’ I lifted the corner of my mouth into a smile.
‘One to one? Are you trying to seduce me, Sir?’ she gasped, acting all affronted.
‘There is no trying,’ I countered as I leaned in and placed an elbow on the bar, the other on my knee as I spread my legs in a masculine pose. ‘If I wanted to seduce you I would. I’d rip those tiny green knickers you’re wearing to shreds and impale you on my cock before you had a chance to beg me.’
‘And what makes you think I’d be interested?’ she asked as she uncrossed her legs and parted them slightly.
‘The fact that you’re dying to know just how large I actually am that it’s made your tiny little cunt drip with arousal, every man in this bar can smell it, you’re watering for me, aren’t you? Desperate for a stranger to fuck you and take you to heights you’ve never seen.’ I angled my fingers to trail slowly up the inside of her thigh and her eyes glazed as her breathing quickened. ‘Blow off your party, I’ll show you a far better time that you’ll remember for years to come.’
‘Only if I can blow you off,’ she whimpered as my index finger reached the sodden lace. ‘We’re in a public place,’ she whispered as her eyes went wide when I started to stroke. I smiled, this was the reason I refused scripts for the entire night, I only agreed to use certain words or phrases if that really got them off. There had to be some spontaneity or where was the fun? She’d not been expecting me to rub her clit as she sat at the bar in her father’s hotel.
‘That was a given, Miss Camilla. I’ll want you on your knees with your hands tied behind your back as I fuck your throat and you’ll swallow me with no complaint, I may even save some for that pretty face of yours.’
‘O fuck,’ she groaned as she closed her eyes.
‘Not quite yet, but it can be arranged very shortly if you so desire,’ I advised as I slowly trailed my fingers back down her thighs. I heard her gulp as she opened her eyes and nodded at me. I stood up and fastened the button on my jacket, leaving her eye level with my chest as I held out my hand to help her off the stool. She took a sharp breath in, she’d felt it, the elusive crackle that everyone spoke about when they met their perfect match. Despite the number of women I’d had, that crackle still evaded me. I put my hand in the small of her back and steered her out of the bar, aware that many eyes were on us. ‘You live dangerously,’ I observed as we made our way across the cavernous lobby.
‘For accepting the offer of a stranger?’
‘That, and the fact that you’re brazen enough to do it in this hotel.’ I wasn’t supposed to bring up the fact that I knew who she was. ‘You’re not worried people will think you’re a prostitute, dressed like that?’
‘How dare you!’ she hissed as she glared up at me.
‘A high class prostitute, one I’d happily pay good money to fuck,’ I shrugged. ‘Lucky me to get you for free.’
‘I’m paying you arsehole,’ she snapped, breaking cover, as we stood in front of the lift door and she rummaged for her key.
‘Did you never question why the price was so high?’ I asked as I trailed a finger up and down the inside of her wrist making her swallow again. ‘You’ve never been fucked by a real man Camilla, a man so large he could split you in half with one thrust, who can make you come multiple times in seconds just with his fingers, let alone his tongue and thick cock. I’m so large, I’ll stretch you so wide that you’ll have to resort to dual penetration in your cunt to feel half of what you felt with me when you fuck anyone else. I’ve even made a woman come just by telling her what I was going to do to her. Tell me you’re not dripping down your thighs right now at the thought of it? That your little clit isn’t screaming for me to touch it properly without that lace in the way?’
‘Logan,’ she mewled as she swayed on her feet and dropped the private lift key card. I dropped to one knee next to her and stooped to pick it up, pretending to steady myself by clasping the back of her right leg, taking the opportunity to press my thumb against the little known erogenous zone at the back of her knee. I smiled as I heard her pant as my thumb worked while I picked up the key card with the other hand. I released her leg just before she had to reach out to palm the lift door to keep upright. I placed my hand back on the small of her back as I swiped the card, then leaned closer to her and breathed on her neck, making all of her hair stand on end.
‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ I whispered as the doors opened and I steered her into the far corner, keeping my back to the hidden camera somewhere on the wall behind me. ‘How about we unwrap your surprise right now?’
‘Please,’ she begged.
The Elevator
My legs were trembling as Logan whispered those words in my ears. His picture seriously hadn’t done him justice. Those eyes, the colour of his surname, were just piercing. He was breathtakingly good looking and his body, I did a silent groan, I hadn’t seen it unclothed, but I think I could die happy just looking at it in his expensive suit. I had a feeling he was going to be worth more than I’d paid for him. Well, what Daddy had paid. Stroking me so brazenly in the bar and that thing he’d just done with my knee? What the fuck was that all about and why weren’t all men aware of it? He pushed me into the corner of the elevator as the doors trembled shut behind us. The second they did he spun me around, grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and backside with the other and hauled me against his hard body as his lips took mine in a crushingly possessive kiss, his tongue levering my lips open to thrash against mine.
I couldn’t even try and put into words how well this man could kiss, and I was the slut of slutdom. I’d kissed virtually every guy who worked in this hotel, some of the girls too, not to mention both sexes at high school and college. Never in public, always in secret, I had my reputation to try and maintain. Logan trailed his finger up and down the back of my neck, his grip was firm, but those strokes were featherlike and had me imagining what either pressure like that would feel like on my aching clit. He was right, I’d never been so wet, I could feel it seeping down my thigh. I needn’t have told him to wear that aftershave that always did it for me, if anything it smelled wrong on him, it was dampening his natural sexual musk that was even more appealing, tantalising my olfactory senses. As I sagged against him he suddenly broke our connection leaving me feeling as if I were drowning.
‘You want my cock inside you don’t you Camilla, bruising you, stretching you, pleasuring you,’ he stated. I nodded, unable to form words. ‘Then you’ll do exactly as I tell you, no arguments, no hesitations,’ he raised a perfectly groomed dark brow as he waited for my response. I nodded again, eagerly. I felt his hands move down the smooth rubber of my dress and flinched as I felt the energy flowing from his fingers as they grazed my upper thighs, his thumbs sweeping inwards making me hold my breath. Agonizingly slowly he rolled the hem up, a millimetre at a time as he moved to bite and gently suck the side of my neck. Shit, I was on the verge of coming and he hadn’t even touched me anywhere properly yet. I squealed and went dizzy as he suddenly grabbed my ass and slid me up the smooth polished mahogany wood door, my feet leaving the floor as I drew level with his face.
‘You’re so gorgeous,’ I blurted. He chuckled for a second before his hands forced my thighs apart, I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I let out a combined gasp of horror, shock and excitement as he brutally ripped a hole in my brand new La Perla panties without even looking at them. ‘Logan!’
‘Over rated items that just conceal the part of you that I want most,’ he growled. I quivered again, his voice was as good a sexual caress and I could feel that cock flexing in his suit trousers. ‘Unzip me, Camilla, now,’ he ordered as he pulled his head back and gave me a commanding gaze. I reached down with trembling fingers as he anchored his palms against the corners of the elevator and tugged at his zip, groaning to find he wasn’t wearing a
ny underwear. His hot length sprung out immediately and I nearly choked as I looked down at it, writhing like a bloody python sensing its next meal was on offer. It was simply huge, I’d never seen one that size. ‘Look at me Camilla, I want to watch your face as I breach your walls for the first time.’
‘I’m nervous,’ I whispered, suddenly panicked at the sight of it. ‘It’s so … I’ve never had one that … enormous. I don’t know if I can take you.’
‘You can, you’re so slick, the lubrication will help and women’s cunts are capable of stretching and elongating to fit many lengths.’
‘Logan,’ I whimpered as I held his gaze, seduced by those steely eyes. I wanted him so badly, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been nervous about having sex, in fact this probably ranked up there with my first time. I saw his determined face soften as he realised that I was genuinely scared. I know I was paying him, but he seemed to actually care about me, which made me so happy. I longed to be the centre of someone’s universe, for a man other than Daddy to treasure me that much.
‘Look into my eyes, not at my cock, concentrate on the pleasurable sensations as I slowly enter you and your muscles give way. Pretty soon you’re going to be begging me to go faster, ram harder, and instead of screams of fear, you’ll be screaming in pleasure, Camilla.’
‘Ok,’ I nodded. I’d had images of him just forcing his way into me as our teeth clashed when I’d thought about how this would go, but even though suddenly it wasn’t the frantic pawing of a moment ago, the sexual tension radiating off us both was heady. He reached down and gave me a nod of reassurance, before he angled himself. I felt his firm head nudging against my swollen flesh and I nodded my consent as I took a deep breath. Blaine Glover, head of Daddy’s security was the biggest I’d ever had, but Logan’s was thicker, so much thicker. I cried out and grasped Logan’s powerfully large shoulders as he started inching into me. We’d reached the suite ages ago and the door had opened, but I didn’t care, I’d always wanted sex in an elevator and I had a feeling he was about to rock it, as well as my world. ‘Logan,’ I gasped as I felt my muscles give up their futile protest and he started sliding into me.
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