Just One Night (Tantalizing Trope Novella Book 2)

by Dee Ellis

  “No. It’s lovely.” Taking the menus away, I place a hand at her thigh, skimming it beneath her skirt.

  “Let me take care of you,” I mean it more than she can know as I voice it, “I will order for us both.” Ella goes so soft against me, I almost can't take it. I lower my head to lock gazes with her, seeing the moment she decides she wants to give me this.

  “Yes, Sir. Please.” I grunt, licking at her mouth as I kiss her softly.

  “I like it, Ella. Like how it makes me feel when you submit to me. You never have before, yes?” I ask before the waiter shows to take our orders. With him standing there, I slip my hand between her thighs, watching her eyes flicker when I find her pussy wet and bare for me. I slip two fingers inside as I order our meal, pumping as the young man smiles politely at us. Ella cries out the second he steps away and I shoot her a look.

  “No. No Sir. I don't think I knew what it meant. What it could really be like until I called you Sir. I liked how it made me feel when you reacted. When you took control.” I do it now, stroking her slow and deep, pulling out the minute I feel her edging.

  “I didn't know either, Ella. Not until I looked into your eyes when you first said it to me. And then, I wanted to do things to you. Take things from you. Give things to you. Do you date often, Ella?” I know someone hurt her but I need to know everything I am up against.

  “No, Knox. Not since.....I mean not since him.” I stroke her folds again, wanting her mind on me, us, tonight, not someone who doesn't deserve her.

  “Came here for him. Stayed for you,” I asses, passing two fingers over her clit and smiling when she whimpers but nods, “I am so pleased you stayed. I want to make you love New York. Spread your legs and bring your hand down here.” Ella looks right into my eyes as she does just as she's told.

  “Like this, Sir?” Ella asks as she touches herself, panting as I rub at her clit still.

  “Yes, baby. Slip your fingers inside this tight cunt. Keep those eyes on me while we make you come together. I want you to suck those fingers into that pretty mouth. Taste how sweet your pussy is.” Ella moans softly, watching me as she does every single thing I ask. I want her to obey me. I want her to trust me to make her feel good. To make everything feel so good.

  “Sir. Please...harder.” I slap at her clit, shaking my head.

  “No, baby. Slow. Soft. I want it to consume you. Want to watch it wash over you. It's so beautiful.” Ella bucks her hips as her pleasure builds, both our hands working slow beneath the table. Christ as it builds, her skin flushing, her eyes wide and wild, it's the sexiest thing I have ever seen. But I don't want to capture it like I usually do. I want this one just for me.

  “Goddamn that's fucking beautiful.” I husk as I watch in rapt fascination.

  Ella slowly draws her hand away, bringing it to her lips. I rub harder at her swollen pearl as she sucks her soaked fingers into her mouth, our moans mingling as she savors her sweet honey. I dip my head and she flushes, bringing those fingers to my lips. I suck gently, slowly, not leaving a drop behind.

  “Good girl. Close your legs tight, now.” Ella nods before she does just that, sitting closer to me as she shudders ever so slightly.

  “Thank you, Sir.” I take her hand beneath the table, wrapping it around my stiffness through my jeans.

  “See what you do to me when you obey me?” A nod from her as she strokes me gently, flushing an adorable pink makes me smile.

  “Yes, Sir. I want to taste you too.” Bowing her head, she lifts shy eyes to me and I almost shove her beneath the table.

  “Might get what you want if you behave.” Light glimmers in her eyes and makes me feel like a fucking king. Ella wants to please me, obey me. Makes me want to beat my chest and bellow that I found a fucking queen.

  Over dinner I learn more about Ella than I've bothered to learn about a woman in years. From Ohio, Ella never had it easy, never had someone to take care of her. While Earthy motherfucking Ella hardly needs taken care of, something sweet and soft inside her wants it. Craves it. Before her, I never wanted to take care of someone. In fact, it's why I don't date, don’t share more than one night at a time with a woman.

  Never wanted to worry about someone else. Never had someone worry over me.

  I realize since I met her, I've thought about her every single day. All day. Where she was, what she was doing. Had she had her walk in the park, was she safe? I want to know what she needs, what she wants, what she desires. And, I want to give it all to her. Don't want another man to get the chance to take care of her, to fulfill her needs. That's for me alone.

  “Want to try something with you, Ella.” I propose as I feed her a decadent dessert of raspberries and chocolate mousse. Watching that sexy mouth suckle at the spoon has me so hard I don't know how I last

  “Like what, Sir?” Ella purrs, sucking at a raspberry, her tongue swirling around it.

  “Behave, baby. Don't make me punish you for acting out.” I get excited at the idea of bending that ass over my knee and making it as pink as that pussy I know is dripping between her thighs right now.

  “Yes, Sir.” Still, she licks at a bit of chocolate, watching me with heavy eyes.

  “I don't date either. I used to have a few women I called when I needed them,” I surprise myself, not aware I'd decided that was a thing of the past, “Think you might want to change that for me?” Ella cocks her head at me with a frown.

  “How exactly, Sir?” Time to test how far I might push my Ella.

  “You look beautiful tonight, Ella. I love your body in dresses. Show me how lovely you are beneath it, baby.” Ella shudders just slightly, making me bite back my smile. Immediately, my girl wants to obey me. Wants to do whatever I ask.

  “You mean....” I nod, reaching out, snapping the top button of her lovely flowered dress.

  “I do, baby. Show me what I want to make mine.” It was safe where we were seated in the back of the restaurant, in a high booth where it was dark and private.

  Still, waiters or even other patrons passing might see her if she obeyed. I needed her to obey. Did not want the world to see her, but in this moment, I needed her to submit fully, to know we could do this. Because I would need her to obey everything I asked of her if we went forward. It had to be my way or we would have nothing more than one more night together.

  Ella does not answer. Not in words.

  Eyes holding mine, she undoes one button of her dress at a time. My breath hitches as an inch of her tawny skin is bared every other second. All the way to her navel, she undoes the buttons. I am so hard I swear to Christ my slacks can't contain me as she spreads the dress wide, baring her perfect tits to me.

  “Good girl, baby. Let me look at you.” I lean back, unzipping my slacks to let my cock spring out.

  Ella lets out a sound and I know she knows. Her tongue darts out to wet her lip and I make up my mind right there. I will have this woman for as long as I can control her this way. One night at a time, maybe. Maybe every single night, I don't know. But I will have her.

  “Get on your knees, Ella.” My Ella slides beneath the table, crawling between my legs. I fist my cock and drag the swollen head over her lips, loving the velvety feel of her mouth on me.

  “Open that pretty mouth and suck my cock. Make me come down your throat. Swallow me down for your dessert, baby. Keep those pretty tits out.” I palm them in my hands, rubbing and rolling the hard nipples as she swallows me down.

  Our waiter comes back to drop the check and I know he sees her. I don't care. I tangle my hand in her hair and throw my card at him, grunting as she takes me greedily to the back of her throat. I pump my hips, fucking her sweet mouth as she moans, rubbing those soft tits against my shaft and balls. Jesus, this woman.

  “Fuck you take my cock like a champ in that pretty mouth. Gonna swallow every drop like a good girl?” Ella moans as she nods, bouncing her head, sucking until her cheeks hallow out, greedy for my cum.

  Reaching down, I pinch both her nipples in my f
ingers, wanting that beautiful pain. Heat blisters through me as she whimpers loudly, no doubt making it very clear just what we're doing here. I don't give a fuck. I'm not stopping until I watch her swallow every drop.

  “Bet that pussy is soaked, isn't it baby? You like sucking my cock out here like this? Showing me how good my little slut can be?” Ella bobs her head as those eyes lock on me. Looking in those eyes, I know she wants to belong to me. As much as I already belong to her.

  “Fuck, baby. Look at me with those pretty eyes while you make me come down your throat.” I grunt, thrusting harder, faster until I hiss out her name as I come hard, watching her throat work as she swallows it all down.

  After I slip from her mouth, she beams up at me, shoving a few drops of cum from her lips back into her mouth. Fuck me. Ruined. I am fucking ruined for this woman. I lift her into my lap, carefully doing her top back up as I hold her close.

  “My pretty little slut,” I kiss her mouth, not caring that I just filled it with my cum, “Such a good girl. Now, let me take care of you now, baby.”

  And I do just that. I take Ella to my place, the first time in my life I've brought a woman home with me. I bathe her and wash her hair as I hold her in the tub for hours. I fuck her slow and deep in the mirror again because she likes to watch. And then I spend a few hours between her legs, feeding at the sweet honey pussy I don't think I will ever get my fill of.

  Afterwards, we lie in bed and talk about all the shit I never talk to another soul about. About my mother, about hers. About how much we like the park because with this huge, filthy city surrounding it, it is still fresh and vibrant. I mean to send her home before daylight. But, I can't bear to let her go yet.

  I fall asleep with Earthy motherfucking Ella holding not just me, but my entire fucking soul.

  Ella

  “Yes Sir. Please, Sir.” I cry out as a stinging swat lands on my ass, vibrating up to my clit. I shudder in pleasure as I feel the slickness between my legs, smirking when he lands another swat.

  “Do you want to come, baby?” Knox asks as he shoves two fingers into my dripping pussy, his thumb into my ass.

  “Yes, Sir.” I know he won't let me, but I answer honestly anyway.

  “You know why you don't get to, right?” I smile against his thigh. Yes, I know why. And I fucking love it.

  It's been a month since our one night together. One night I never expected to repeat. One night that changed me forever. Four days later, Knox changed everything. Because, Knox wanted more than one night. Seemed, in fact, he maybe wanted all my nights.

  It started out just one night a week.

  We negotiated. Agreed on terms. Lots of terms. Always at his place. Never overnight. I could text him all I wanted, and in fact, he demanded frequent sexts or photos of my tits or pussy, or all the above. But, I could not call him. Could not come to his work. Could not ask for more.

  And, I didn't. Because, I didn't have to.

  After a long day of negotiating, I went home a happy woman. I didn't know what I'd been seeking all these years. Why I had so blindly followed he-who-shall-not-be-named. Until I met Knox. Until one night with him when we both found what we had been looking for in one another.

  I wanted someone to control me. Parts of me, at least. To show me how to let go and allow me to do just that. I wanted someone to be there to hold me after when it still stung or when it felt so good I could cry. Knox gave all of that to me without me even saying I needed it.

  Knox needed someone to let him conquer them. Although we shared little our first night, our second night—the first time he took me home after I thought I'd never see him again—we shared plenty. About our painful childhoods, about how little we trusted others. I learned he was a wealthy man who had built something from nothing and had no intentions of sharing it with someone else.

  I didn't want his money. Didn't want fancy dinners out or pretty presents. Any man could give any woman that. I wanted the one thing he gave me that no one else could. Freedom. The freedom I felt when he touched me, when he told me to feel good, when he told me to let go.

  Which, he had told me to do during lunch today. Had demanded I call him and touch myself until I came, letting him listen while he was at a meeting. I tried. Really, I did.

  A month ago, one photo of him was enough to get me rubbing one out with no shame. Now that I'd had the real thing, the photo he told me to use, of his cock dripping cum from that morning, didn't do it for me.

  “Fuck I like pinking this ass of yours,” Knox grunts, rocking his hips so his cock hits my pussy, “Think you like to let me do it, too. You want my cock but that pussy didn't earn it.” Knox flips me on his lap, slamming me down on his cock without warning.

  I cringe at the painful burn but adjust quickly enough. My back to his front, he wraps a hand around my throat as he starts pounding into my ass. I cry out with every thrust but I love the pain. Love the press of him somewhere so forbidden, the full feeling of him owning every part of me. Knox grunts, slipping three fingers inside me even though he knows that being filled that way will make me come.

  “Don’t you come. Don't you fucking dare. My pretty little slut doesn't come till I say so.” I nod, flushing at his filthy mouth which just makes me even hotter.

  Today marks the third day this week he's brought me home. I never needed to ask for more because Knox took more from the very beginning. He took me home and kept me overnight our first night. Asked to see me later that same week. Breaking all the rules he had spent an entire day detailing to me.

  Although, I really do my best to follow his rules.

  No panties. No bra. Ever.

  No other lovers. For him or for me.

  Keep my phone on me at all times. He likes to be able to reach me.

  I do whatever his texts ask whenever they ask them. Like yesterday when he told me to send him photos of the pretty pink plug he'd slid into my ass the night before. And the video he demanded of me fucking myself with it right after lunch. Or the one last week at three in the morning when he texted me and told me unlock my door and then get back in bed.

  I did. And ten minutes later, he had a hand around my throat as he stuffed his cock in my mouth. He left right after, sending me images of myself covered in his cum.

  Even though it's just supposed to be one night a week, I am to take lunch with him every single day. Even if he can't make it, I am to take a lunch break and eat while we talk. I never break that one because I look forward to it so much now. I could listen to him talk about his hotel empire all day. Sometimes, I do.

  Knox was angry today. A designer backed out on a planned rehab in Atlantic City, one that he and his partner were excited for. During lunch, he was so angry when I couldn't come for him. After work, he showed up unexpectedly to pick me up. We'd spent the night together the day before, so I hadn't expected another night so soon.

  Once I got in the car, he shoved me to my knees and slid his cock into my mouth. I made him come like a good girl, on the verge of an orgasm from watching him take his pleasure from me. Before I could, he bent me over his lap to spank me for not coming earlier.

  Now, he's fucking me ruthlessly, seeking another orgasm before he'll even consider letting me come. I give him whatever he asks. Because I know, in the end, he will take care of me. He always does.

  “You need to come when I tell you to, baby. I need you to come so I know I am taking care of you. Do I take good care of you, baby?” Knox slams me down, panting into my ear as he rubs a hand savagely against my clit.

  “Yes Sir. You take such good care of me, Sir.” I mewl, rocking against him, seeking the friction I need to get off.

  “Don't be a greedy slut, baby,” Biting my shoulder, he shoves three fingers into me again, rutting into my ass harder, deeper, “You should have come when I told you to. When I needed you to. Now you don't get to until I come in this tight little ass.” I nod, bracing my hands at his thighs as he rocks into me again and again, panting into my neck as he takes what he
needs.

  And it's beautiful to have him need me. To have him take from me what no one else will give him. Knox slams into me a few more times before he sinks teeth into my shoulder, hands pressing into my tits as he comes deep inside me. We don't use condoms—another rule after we both got tested—and feeling him spill inside me is unlike anything else.

  “Fuck, baby. I love coming inside you. Love filling your body up with me. Jesus.” Knox pumps his hips a few more times before he pulls out, bringing me back against his chest.

  “I love to feel you come inside me, Sir.” I coo dreamily as I let him hold me so tight I almost can't breathe.

  “I need you, Ella.” Knox whispers against my skin as he fixes my dress, twisting me to fuss with the buttons, to take care of me like he always does.

  “I know, Knox.” I brush gentle fingers through his thick hair, touching my forehead to his.

  “Come here. I need you.” Gathering me close, he kisses me softly, deeply, until we are breathing the same air.

  Wrapping my shoulders around him, I hold him tight, letting him cuddle into me. Knox is a beast when it's time to fuck but he's sweet and soft after, and that's when I know he needs me. For more than the dirty slut he calls me while he's inside me. He needs me to let him be soft, to let him kiss me and hold me after he's used me up. Because I still have plenty left after he thinks he's used it all.

  And, that's what he needs.

  “I know I had you last night,” Knox sighs, kissing my mouth, my jaw, my ear, smoothing his fingers though my hair, “I need you tonight, baby.” I break away, forcing his eyes to meet mine as I tangle my hands in his thick hair.

  “I am yours. Whenever. Wherever. However. Period.” Something flickers in his eyes before he speaks roughly.

  “You mean that, Ella?” Soft, vulnerable eyes search mine as I twist to press against him.

  “I do, Knox. I am yours until you do not want me.” I wince a little and he bites at my lip, yanking my head back.