The tables had turned and I will surely seize the opportunity in making sure that Miss Violet Collins knows who she’s dealing with. By luck, by the end of this ordeal, I’d have her eating at the palm of my hand…
Or to put it correctly, sucking the life out of my cock.
Yeah, Violet would look beautiful kneeling down as she serviced me…gazing up to me with those pretty eyes that made my cock feel rabid all the God damned time.
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The next day went by quickly. Filled with meetings and business negotiations…and more importantly, more revising of my terms and conditions for what I had intended for Violet tonight.
The entire day she was prevalent in my mind. After all, I did wake up with the most painful hard-on this morning. It was disturbing how she flared this intense side of me. I suppose there was something about The Pent-up Miss Righteous thinking that she was too good for the likes of me well…I meant to prove her wrong.
I’ll wine and dine her.
Seduce her.
Heck, I’d romance her even if it meant that I’d achieve my goal much sooner.
It was obvious to any men that she hadn’t been thoroughly fucked. Fucked like she would bring a church crumbling down with her screams. Fucked like she was seeing the fucking stars and planets. Fucked to a point where she’d put all of her standards and identity aside, throw caution to the wind and let me have my way with her, in any way I wanted to take her.
Checking my vintage watch that used to be my father’s, I noted that I had one more hour to go until I finally see my next conquest.
One hour to kill…I’m sure Violet wouldn’t mind if I help myself with my imagination, starring her very self…center stage…wearing kitten heels, garter belt…fully naked with a black feathered boa to cover her luscious breasts…I thought sardonically. With my imagination going haywire, it wasn’t long until my hand snaked downwards to touch how my cock felt like steel to the touch—her effect on me was disturbing and at the same time mind-blowing. The first night with her…I’d surely savor every stroke of my dick, sliding forth. Every moans and every goddamn screams she’ll make. I was going to fuck her so good, that she wouldn’t want me coming anywhere else but inside her…because she was bound to get greedy with my cum…she’d want it in her and nowhere else.
Violet…Violet…how you fuck with my head, I groaned with pleasurable frustration. Tonight was going to be deliciously good. Like a slow dance of sexual tension—crackling in the air that one could feel it with just a mere glance.
It was going to be one hell of a night and I couldn’t fucking wait until my eyes graced her beautiful face.
And hopefully by the end of tonight, she’d fully understand what it will all mean…
That she was at my beck and call…
Every night…until I was through with her.
Wringing my hands together, I thought deeply about what this evening would bring. There was no doubt in my mind that Levi would do whatever he could to get me into bed. I just needed to be sure that didn’t happen.
I’ve known women that Levi’s been with. I’ve seen what he’s done to them. Granted, none of it was technically his fault, not giving them reason to believe they’d be anything further than sexual partners, I still saw it. I watched those women turn into blubbering messes and be introduced to a world of social stalking.
Levi wasn’t the kind of man that would let you out of his grasp unscathed. I couldn’t be his next victim. I had to let him believe he was in control while I figured a way out of this mess.
At eight o’clock on the nose, I walked into Palmer’s and made my way straight for the hostess. “May I help you?” She asked, standing poised in her form fitting black dress and wavy blonde hair pinned behind her ears.
“I’m supposed to be meeting someone. Levi Oliver.”
“Good evening, Ms. Collins. Let me take you to your table. Mr. Oliver has already arrived and is waiting for you in the dining room.”
Butterflies nervously flittered through my stomach. I nonchalantly wiped my sweaty palms down the side of my dress as the hostess weaved us through the crowded dining room. Then I saw him in all his glory.
Sitting alone at the table, he had every female’s eye in the entire room. He must have known the response he provided to the opposite sex. It both intrigued and disgusted me. Of all the women in the city, it was me he chose to dig his claws into.
Hiding away my jitters, I thanked the hostess for safely delivering me to my doom, and waited for Levi to rise and pull out my chair. If I had to do this in order to keep my secret, then by God he was going to act like a gentleman.
He caught my cue, rose from his high backed chair, moved around the side of the table and pulled mine out. When I positioned myself to sit, his forearms slightly brushed against my arms, an electrical current arcing from his body to mine. As if that wasn’t bad enough—the obvious pull we had toward one another—he leaned down, his lips grazing the sensitive area of flesh between my neck and shoulder and his breath caught my ear.
“Thank you for joining me this evening, Violet. I hope the restaurant’s caliber is to your liking.” Every word he uttered sent a shock through my body.
Shaking off the heady feeling of lust and desire, I refocused on the mission at hand; find a way out of this with my secret still intact.
Levi finally made his way back to the opposite side of the table, taking his seat and casually taking a sip of whatever he was drinking. The only thing I knew was I need something to get me through this.
Raising my hand, I ushered a waiter to our table. “Chocolate martini, please.” Nodding his head, he flew away to the bar to retrieve my drink.
“I’m happy you feel comfortable enough to enjoy a cocktail with me, Violet,” Levi purred in his sophisticated sexy drawl.
No. Stop. That was the kind of thinking that would land me in his bed.
Would that really be so bad? The stories … the women … the one thing they never said was that he was a bad partner. Actually, it was the exact opposite. He was supposedly a fantastic lover that always left his woman completely and utterly satisfied.
Yes. That was a bad thing. Shit. I was in over my head.
“It’s not comfort. It’s a necessity. Now, Levi,” I hissed, prepared for war, “what is it that you want from me. And keep in mind, I have no intentions on sleeping with you.”
His deep chuckle I felt in my most sensitive places, “Do you think I would take you to dinner if I only planned on having sex with you? I know we’re not very well acquainted, but you have to know better than that, sweet Violet.”
“So you don’t want to sleep with me?” I asked, skeptical and a little offended. Remembering the things he said at my sisters, I started to become very defensive—my posture straightening, eyes bored into him, the scowl on my face unmistakable.
“Quite the opposite. I very much want to have sex with you, but that’s not the reason for this dinner. We’re here because we need to come to an understanding. I plan to claim every inch of your body, marking you as mine for as long as I want you, but not until you’re ready, and sweet Violet, you’re nowhere near ready.”
His words hit deep inside, made me want things I knew were impossible to have, yet revolted by his cool demeanor. Mark me as his for as long as he wanted? Was I a fucking dog? Or was he the canine and I his chew toy? Play with me until he got something shiny and new to gnaw on?
“We’re here to detail what our arrangement will entail. Obviously, you and I both have a secret that we rather keep to ourselves—something that shouldn’t be made public knowledge. What I want from you is very simple. You to submit to me. And in return, I’ll show you a side of yourself that you never knew possible. Ways to please a man that most don’t realize. We both win in this arrangement.”
Ways to please a man? How could he possibly know? Had he spoken to Mason? No, that wasn’t possible. The two ran in different crowds. This entire deal is absurd.
“I’m not a whor
e, Levi. I’m not just gonna open my legs because you have something over my head.”
Levi leaned across the table, running his finger around the rim of his glass and wetted his lips. He looked down then back up at me with his stunning green eyes. “A whore is the last thing you’ll be, Violet. I won’t allow it. You’ll be mine and mine alone. I will also commit to being only with you as long as our arrangement lasts.”
I’d get to have Levi Oliver to myself. The reason I began working at Restricted was to learn what I had been doing wrong. If I accept his proposal, then I’d be able to learn hands on. The more I think it over in my head, the more reasonable it sounds. If a discrete relationship was what I wanted, Levi could be the perfect person to give it to me.
“I won’t allow you to harm me. I’ve read books about this kind of thing, and there’s absolutely no way I’ll give you permission to do those sorts of things,” I said, relaxing into my chair, when what I really wanted to do was leap across the table, into his lap, and let him have his way with me right there.
“That isn’t my intention, Violet. The only thing I want you to do is let yourself go sexually. Let me show you how to pleasure a man … pleasure yourself. I’d need you to open your mind and not put a roadblock up at every turn.”
While I mulled over all the possibilities in my head, the waiter returned with my drink. Taking a few sips, I let the chocolate infiltrate my senses, allowed it to ease my discomfort. I really had no choice in the matter. If I wanted to keep Rose and my family in the dark about what I was doing, Levi was my only option.
Before I could get a chance to answer, the waiter returned again to take our order. Trying out the whole let Levi lead situation, I sat back and allowed Levi to order dinner on my behalf. I was quite surprised when he said the exact thing I would have. He noticed my change in demeanor, winking as he brought his glass to his lips.
“Okay. How do we do this?” I asked, already regretting the words that came out of my mouth.
“Relax, Kitten,” he said, smirking a signature Levi smirk, “we’ll enjoy dinner first. Afterward, we’ll go back to my place and get to know each other a little better.”
My heart raced and my thighs clenched.
This was either going to go really well, or terribly bad.
------To Be Continued-----
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