Bull's Eye

by Evelyn Vox

  “Alexandra.”

  “I need you to fuck me, Derek.”

  “Alexandra.”

  “Don’t you want to fuck me anymore?”

  Her eyes were wide, submissive. She bit her lower lip and pressed her tits together.

  “I’ll do anything you want,” she pleaded, pumping me harder. “Anything.”

  The beast was in a frenzy.

  Claim her!

  I growled, grabbing her shoulders and shoving her against the opposite wall. I flipped her around and hiked the feathers and frills of the outfit up over her hips. She lifted her ass high in the air.

  She was presenting herself for me.

  I hadn’t planned to take her this way.

  But fuck.

  Take her!

  My hands were on the straps of her bodice, my cock having already found its way out of my pants.

  “Yes, please,” she moaned, when she felt my hands gripping her hips and pulling her back towards me.

  Her cunt was exposed. It glistened and dripped. I fisted my flesh, lining up to plunge into her.

  “How’s everything going in there, Lexie?”

  We froze, the voice of the storekeeper making us both blink. Like we’d both forgotten where we were. The curtain was still open. Somehow, the attendant hadn’t peeked around it. Almost like she knew what she’d find.

  Indeed, she cleared her throat before she said, “I can ring you up now.”

  A warning. Thinly veiled, to leave before she kicked us out. A shrew woman, to not sacrifice the sale.

  “Perfect, be out in just a second,” Alexandra called, her voice impressively calm.

  She slipped away from me and shrugged off her lingerie. I leaned against the wall, trying to calm down the raging beast and my throbbing cock, as I watched her dress. She pulled the lingerie into her arms, purse in hand.

  “I’ll meet you out front?” she asked.

  I stopped her with a hand on her wrist.

  “I’m paying for this.”

  “Oh,” she said, looking genuinely shocked.

  “My Princess,” I crooned, scooping the items out of her arms, “does not pay for anything herself.”

  She smiled, swaying on her feet a bit, like the arousal was still thundering through her.

  “Meet you out front,” I said.

  I walked towards the attendant who stood, frowning, by the cash register. I didn’t pay her any heed as my thoughts wandered.

  Careful, I reminded myself.

  Because Alexandra was no longer new to this game. And if there was one game she was born to play, it was being a Brat in our dance of Dominance and submission.

  If I wasn’t careful, she’d soon have me wrapped around her little finger.

  If I wasn’t already.

  Chapter Five

  LEXIE

  It was late afternoon by the time we were done at the shop. Since it was nice outside, we decided to walk through Central Park before grabbing a bite to eat. I’d tried to entice Derek along the way, growing more reckless and bold, uncaring how public my displays of affection were.

  His control was unwavering.

  Despite the lust simmering in his eyes, those flinty orbs always refused.

  And by the time we’d gotten back to the penthouse, I was seriously ready to do anything to get him to fuck me. He’d never drawn out a punishment this long before, and it was torture. Complete torture.

  “How do you expect me to enjoy this club when I’m aching for you?” I whined in the elevator, after he’d again ignored my advances, despite the obvious arousal lying thick against his leg.

  Derek flashed me a grin, a devious, evil grin. My hands tightened around the bag filled with the scandalous outfit I was to wear tonight.

  “That’s the point, Alexandra,” he said as the doors opened.

  “Please,” I begged, “I need you inside me.”

  “Soon.”

  That was all he said before he punched the code to unlock the penthouse door.

  “How’d you get that code, by the way?”

  “Brian gave it to me.”

  “Of course, he did.”

  Brian enjoyed plotting with Derek to surprise and torment, me. The most intense time being the night he revealed he knew about my affair. That night Derek strung me up and the two of them used me for hours, violating me in every way possible, fueled by Viagra and uncontrollable lust.

  I shivered.

  That night was unforgettable.

  But there had been other times, other little surprises, to catch me off guard. Like giving Derek the code to the penthouse, or telling Derek that my birthday was coming up, October 12th, just to make sure they could plan something extra special for me. Together.

  It made nights like tonight, where I was the one with a surprise for Brian, all the more fun. He had no idea what we were up to or where we were going. He wouldn’t know until he saw the photos or video, whichever Derek had decided upon, of me at the club.

  I just knew it would drive him wild.

  It was important to me that Brian was happy and enjoyed this as much as I did.

  Because I was really, really enjoying all of this.

  “So what time do we leave?” I asked, closing the door behind us.

  “We should be there around ten, need to leave by nine.”

  I glanced at the clock.

  “It’ll only take me about an hour to get ready…” I dropped the bag by the door and sauntered up to him. “Whatever shall we do to fill the time?”

  I wrapped my index fingers in the belt loops of his pants and tugged him towards me.

  “That’s it,” Derek snapped, grabbing my wrists.

  Adrenaline coursed through my veins making my blood pump hot. Yes, yes. This was what I wanted, needed. I winced as he pulled me by one arm, uncaring and cruel, and threw me over the armrest of the sofa.

  “You need to be reminded,” Derek said, in that harsh tone that caused heat to flare between my legs, “who is in charge here, Brat.”

  I gulped and craned my head back to look at him.

  “Eyes forward,” he hissed.

  I was quick to obey. Rough hands grabbed the outside of my thighs and pushed up my skirt. Next he pulled my underwear down my legs, leaving it around my ankles. Derek yanked my hips, adjusting me so my ass was high in the air as I lay over the armrest.

  “I told you that you don’t deserve my cock. Not until I say so.”

  I trembled, my body tensing. I knew what was coming.

  “And you need to remember, Brat, that you obey my orders.”

  Air whooshed, followed by the heavy, quick thud of his hand against my flesh, and the pain blossomed. I cried out. He hadn’t held back, hadn’t even given me a chance to warm up to the assault.

  “All day,” he said, hand rising, “you’ve been taunting me. Tempting me.”

  Smack!

  The impact reverberated through me, making my teeth chatter.

  “Trying to get me to lose control.”

  Smack!

  “Trying to get me to do what you want.”

  Smack!

  “You seem to have forgotten, Brat. I don’t give a fuck what you want.”

  Smack!

  The pain burned. It stung. It was a song in my heart, my mind, and my very soul, as it gave way to delicious, everlasting pleasure. I felt every slap down to the marrow of my bones, and with every blow, my clit throbbed.

  Being worked up so much today, only to be denied again and again—being around this brute of a man, the dark devil I’d come to crave, to need, only to be refused by him—it was a sweet relief to be punished.

  It was a pain I could tolerate and enjoy.

  Unlike the dull aching that lived between my legs all day.

  “All that matters, is what I want. And how I want to use you.”

  Instead of his hand, the heavy press of his cock landed on my ass. I moaned.

  “What a little pain slut,” he said, slicking his hand with m
y juices before rubbing them up the peach sliver of my ass.

  His cock twitched against my cheeks. I tensed and waited for him to press into my most forbidden entrance. But he only thrust between my cheeks, using my essence to glide up and down with ease. Disappointment sank like a stone in my belly.

  “Please,” I begged, near tears, “please, fuck me, Sir.”

  He laughed, cold and dark and devilishly sexy.

  “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, Brat.”

  His grip was firm on my waist, tight and grounding as he rubbed against my ass. Teasing me, taunting me, getting me so close to what I wanted while still getting himself off.

  Bastard. Brutal, evil, bastard.

  He moved faster and faster, my arousal gushing out of me as he did so. Being used like this. It was degrading and way hotter than it should have been. Derek grunted, barking out his pleasure, and the wet spray of his cum landed over my ass, my back. I moaned, wishing he’d come in my mouth, so I could taste him. I wanted to feel his cock quiver and throb in against my tongue as he climaxed.

  He pulled away, leaving me cold and wanting more. I planted my hands on the sofa, making to get up, but his clipped voice stopped me.

  “Stay there.”

  Hope sparked in my chest. Maybe…maybe he’d fuck me at last.

  “Don’t move. Lie there, with your skirt hiked up, your panties around your ankles, and my cum all over you ass, and wait for your husband to come home. I want him to find you like this. I want him to clean you up.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I gasped, the command doing little to cool the fire burning in my core.

  He stalked away. I heard the shower turn on, and debated touching myself, but thought the better of it.

  That was what got me in this situation in the first place.

  By the time the front door opened, it had been over an hour since Derek had left me there. In that time I hadn’t seen him once, though I’d heard him padding about the apartment. Brian made it two steps into the room before he gasped and dropped his briefcase. Heavy footfalls signaled Derek’s entrance into the room and he spoke from behind me.

  “Clean her up for me.”

  That was all he said before he turned back down the hall. Brian rushed off towards the bathroom and came back with a damp towel. It was warm and he was gentle as he rubbed it against my sore ass. He used one hand to wipe me down, while the other rubbed the erection in his pants.

  I turned my head and smiled at him. He grinned.

  “You’re still enjoying yourself?” I asked.

  As if I had to ask, with that grin and that boner.

  “Yes,” he nodded emphatically. “More than I ever thought I would, to be honest.”

  “Me too,” I agreed.

  When he finished, I sat up and placed a hand on his arm.

  “If that ever changes,” I said, looking into those puppy dog eyes, “you’ll tell me, right?”

  “Absolutely, Lexie,” he said, planting a kiss on my cheek. “What are you two doing tonight?”

  “I can’t tell you, but you’ll find out soon enough.”

  He grinned again, and I winked at him.

  “Pictures?” he asked.

  “Probably, I don’t know. Whatever he decides.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  I returned the kiss he gave me, a chaste peck on his cheek.

  “Weakling,” Derek’s voice boomed from the bedroom, “order us food.”

  “Yes, Derek,” Brian said, submissive and obedient as a dog.

  “Oh, can you feed Donnie and Coco?” I asked him.

  “Sure,” he laughed. “Steak salad and a burger for you two?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He gave my arms a little squeeze before pulling up his phone and making the call for our food orders. I turned towards the bedroom. Excitement fluttered in my belly. It was time to start getting ready.

  My palms were sweaty as the car pulled up to the club. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t the nondescript, bland high rise that lay before us. It looked like any other building in Midtown. Tan brick, glass doors, and about forty stories, give or take a few.

  “This is it?”

  I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice. Derek laughed, holding the door open for me.

  “What did you expect? Red lights and flashing neon?”

  I accepted the hand he offered, careful in my stilettos as I stood up.

  “I don’t know. I didn’t expect it to be so…normal.”

  “Incognito, Alexandra, is somewhat the point of the club. Wait until we get inside.”

  The cool night air breezed under my long coat and my exposed skin prickled, but I knew better than to complain. I’d considered myself lucky that Derek let me wear a coat at all. I’d half expected him to make me wear the flashy, bright get-up he’d picked out and nothing else.

  Derek led me into the lobby. An unusual amount of security guards was stationed downstairs.

  “Hello, Mr. Drake,” one of them said, making way for Derek. “We haven’t seen you in some time.”

  Derek gave the man a curt nod.

  “I hope you and your guest have a wonderful evening.” He gestured towards the gold elevator doors across the lobby. “You know the way, Sir.”

  Indeed, Derek did. He pulled me towards the elevator and pushed the call button without saying a word. He seemed… nervous? Excited? Or was this just the calm before the storm? The elevator’s ping snapped me out of my thoughts. Derek ushered me inside and pushed the button for the twentieth floor.

  He really did know where he was going.

  “Tonight is the night for first-time guests. A ‘Virgin night’, ” he said, tugging me close to him. “The main floor will be open to us. Ordinarily, first-timers are restricted to that floor, but since you’re my guest, we can go elsewhere, if you like what you see.”

  “Elsewhere?”

  He grinned, his thumb stroking the inside of my wrist.

  “There’s a level I’d like to take you to, where I’d like to show you off. But we can take it slowly if we need to. I know you’ve never been to a place like this.”

  “And your sister, Vanessa, she won’t be here?”

  “She assured me she’d stay out of the Club tonight.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief. It did little to calm the heavy patter of my heart. Derek hadn’t told me much about the Club, and aside from Hollywood-fueled fantasies and stereotypes, I didn’t know what to expect.

  Finally, the elevator stopped. I heard the music— heavy bass—before the doors opened. Fog, likely from dry ice, poured into the small space of the elevator. Dim light, deep, erotic music, and the sound of voices hit me all at once. It sounds leaked from a hallway that gave way to a big room that thrummed with people. I stepped over the threshold. Derek’s hand was firm on mine.

  “This way,” he said, his grin wide and wicked, “you can drop off your coat.”

  On instinct, I clutched the lapel with my free hand. I looked at the few people I saw around me, all men, all fully dressed, and gulped. A few wore masks, but were otherwise dressed normally. Where were all the wild sex club people, the ones who were supposed to be running around naked?

  Derek eyed me up, that gaze making my blood warm. He tugged me into his chest and rested his hands on my shoulders.

  “If you want to turn back, Alexandra,” he said, “now is the time. Because once we walk into that room, you are mine. And unless you use your safe word, you will do what I say.”

  “I’m nervous,” I admitted. “What if I’m the only one dressed like this?”

  “You won’t be,” Derek promised. “Besides, everyone will see your collar and know you belong to me. No one will touch you.”

  I smiled. It was nice, feeling owned and claimed by Derek. It made me feel safe. Gave me courage. And I knew how much he wanted this. His face was limned with carnal, wild lust. It was the kind of look that made my heart quicken.

  I was always in for
a good time when he gave me that look.

  A good, devious, delicious time.

  “Yes, Sir,” I said, unbuttoning my jacket.

  I turned, so Derek could pull it down my arms.

  “Good girl,” he murmured in my ear as he tugged on the sleeves.

  He handed my jacket to the man behind the small coat check booth, and when he turned around, those gray eyes were on fire. He gave me a once over, then stalked towards me, a predator with his prey in sight.

  “You look divine, Alexandra.”

  My face warmed, but I glowed under the compliment. Derek was in his usual tight black shirt and jeans. And myself? Tonight I was his kinky little Princess and anyone who looked at me would know it.

  Swarovski crystals dripped off my body. They rested over the sheer, pale pink babydoll that opened in the front to reveal my bare stomach. The lines of crystals started at my shoulders and draped over my breasts to collect in a knot in the middle. Long strands of them flowed from the knot and tickled my belly button where they landed.

  The babydoll was long. The fabric trailed down to my ankles, and sparkling feathers lined the hem all the way to the bottom. They too, tickled my abdomen as I walked. The sleeves, slung low over my shoulders, were also capped with the soft feathers. Anyone who looked closely would see my nipples or my ass though the sheer fabric.

  The matching thong was also made of Swarovski crystals. And it did not leave much to the imagination. Still, it all paled in comparison to the diamond collar Derek had gotten me over the summer. The dark, rich black of the lace and velvet stood out against all the soft pink, the diamonds studding it were rich and gleaming.

  He’d even gotten me a little tiara. Again, all Swarovski.

  “Since I so enjoyed the one you wore to the Fourth of July party,” he’d said when he purchased it.

  It was nestled at the top of my head, and keept my hair out of my eyes, while the rest of it trailed down my back.

  “Princess,” Derek said, holding out his hand.

  An invitation.

  A request.

  Placing my hand in his, I gave him his answer, and he pulled me down that hallway, towards the music that did little to drown out the hammering of my heart.

  Chapter Six