by Tasha Fawkes
I stroke my semi-hard cock and think about Daniela until it’s rock hard again. Approaching Alexia from behind, I’m able to pretend it’s the gorgeous brunette. I raise her skirt above her hips and give her ass a firm smack.
She shudders, and I imagine Daniela doing the same. I tease her nub and watch her squirm before I shove a finger deep inside that wet cunt of hers. It’s tight and warm – not the cunt I really want, but one that will serve my purpose.
As payback for the blue balls, I bring her to the brink once, twice, three times, but don’t allow her to find release. I wait until she’s a moaning, needy pile of desire before I roll on a condom and slam my dick fully inside her.
This fuck isn’t a nice fuck. It’s raw. I have a need that must be fulfilled, and this body is here for me to use. Again, visions of Daniela fill my mind as my hips pump viciously into the pussy below me. Right now, I don’t really care if Alexia gets off or not.
At this moment, she’s not even here. It’s Daniela’s sweet little ass that wiggles below me, her tight little cunt that I pump into. Her gasp into the rumpled bedcovers.
That’s all it takes for me to come. I pull out and remove the condom quickly enough to watch my jizz shoot all over her ass and back. There’s still no sound coming from the woman on the bed other than gasping breaths.
I guess she found her release after all.
Despite the fact that I just fucked this woman while thinking about another, there’s no need to be rude. I grab a towel from the bathroom and clean her off before I make my departure. Neither of us say goodbye as the door clicks shut behind me.
Charles drives me home but doesn’t say anything about my silent state. Once home, I wash the scent of Alexia off me.
Who did I really fuck tonight? I’ve never been so displaced when banging a woman before. They’ve always just been a means to an end, sure – but this is different.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I only know one damn thing for certain. I sure as fuck don’t need a woman.
Not this man.
Chapter 7 – Daniela
Back at work, last weekend seems like a dream…like it happened to someone else…someone with an exciting, exotic life.
Someone who’s not me.
I’m surprised when Aria walks in. I wasn’t expecting to see her again this soon.
“Hey, hon.” I lift a hand, trying to play it cool.
“Hey, babe. I stopped by because I need to talk to you.”
I glance at my watch. “Sure, I’m due for a break. Give me a few.” I ensure all of my customers are set and take my break. Aria heads out of the bar with me. “What’s up?” I ask her once we have some privacy.
She blows out a breath. “Well, that butler called me.”
My mouth falls open a little. “You gave him your number?”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Yeah, well, he was asking me about you.”
“Me?” I ask incredulously. “What about me?”
“That’s just it,” Aria explains. “He was asking me all sorts of stuff about you, but I explained how’d we just met, and I didn’t know that much. I just thought that I’d give you a heads up that somebody’s doing some digging on you.”
“I’m glad you didn’t say anything.”
“There was nothing to say.” She laughs. “But you sure must’ve sparked someone’s interest.”
I shake my head in disbelief. “I don’t really care. I don’t ever want to see that man again.”
“Are you embarrassed, Daniela?” I can see concern in her eyes.
“Maybe,” I admit, feeling my cheeks heat at the confession. “I’m not sure.”
She squeezes my fingers. “There’s really nothing to be embarrassed about. It was just sex.”
“I can’t help how I feel.”
“I suppose not,” Aria agrees. “Just keep your eyes open. It wouldn’t shock me if our mystery man shows.” The look on my face must be one of pure horror because Aria begins to laugh. “Daniela, babe. That’s nothing to be scared of. Who knows, he might be a total hottie on top of being rich as all fuck.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I mumble.
“Whatever,” she replies in a voice full of frustration. “I have to get back to work.”
“You have a job?” The shocks keep piling up.
“Yes, I have a job. Sheesh. What kind of girl do you think I am?” With that, Aria winks and struts away.
I give my head a good shake before I go back into the bar.
This is just utter insanity. I can’t help it as I begin to wonder if each and every male customer is him. Even if the only two guys in the bar right now are old enough to be her father and seemingly more interested in the baseball game than me.
You need to check your ego, I scold myself. This is ridiculous. You’re not so special that some billionaire is going to come stalk you. Just get over yourself.
***
These last few days have seriously been messing with my head. Ever since Aria dropped the anonymous-guy-is-asking-about-you bomb, I keep thinking that everyone I see is him. In fact, I’m fairly certain he’s been showing up at the bar and watching me.
Today’s no different. Maybe I’m just being paranoid, but I swear it feels like someone is watching me. I glance around at the patrons and notice a really hot guy at the bar. His clothes are expensive, and I feel the butterflies in my stomach begin to freak out. It doesn’t take much to make sure I’m his server. I’m next up, anyway.
“Hi, there,” I say warmly. “What can I get for you today?” The anticipation of hearing his voice is almost more than I can handle.
“Hi,” he replies, and my heart skips a beat. Even his voice sounds familiar. “I’ll do a draft beer and a burger and fries, please.”
“Coming right up.” I give him my best smile. Is this my mystery man? As nervous as the thought makes me, the possibility that it could be has me doing double time to get his order in.
Is it him? It sounds like him. The sensations of that room flood my memory. I couldn’t see him, but I recall the feel of his strength well. The warmth of him. The softness of his slick tongue on mine, the way his fingers clenched my nipples and how he gripped my hips as he pounded into me.
Is it hot in here?
I snap myself out of my erotic daydream and rush to get his draft beer. A plan takes form in my mind. I deliver it promptly with a cryptic statement that I hope will shed some light on whether this is my guy or not.
“Maybe you’ll know,” I say, trying to be demure. “Is ‘Ice-Cold’ the next room after ‘Pure Sensations?’”
He chuckles and winks but doesn’t give any further response. That’s kind of a yes – isn’t it? I think so. Maybe. Gah!
It seems the only way I’ll know for sure is to touch him. He fits the build – the height, the muscle. If only I knew what he feels like.
When his burger order’s up, I decide to take a chance. I serve him from his side of the bar, approaching from behind and allowing my free hand to grope his back. At first, I’m gentle, but his warmth draws me in. I linger longer than necessary, carefully adjusting his utensils while my fingers glide around his side.
My hands seem to have a mind of their own. Before I realize it, they’re underneath his shirt, then on his rock-hard abs. Damn, he has nice fucking abs.
I’m so lost in thought that it’s a shock when he pushes me off of him. I look up in confusion to see a look of disgust cross his features.
“Uh, miss? I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate you fondling me so much,” he states plainly.
Boyfriend? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I feel my cheeks warm as I mumble an apology and make my escape. As I approach the back hall, I see the manager stare me down. Shit. He crooks his finger for me to follow him, and I just know that I’m fucked. My behavior was above and beyond inappropriate, there’s no doubt about that. I follow him into his office where he shuts the door behind us and motions for me to sit down.
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nbsp; “Daniela, violating our customers is not something that we condone in this bar.”
“Y-yes, s-sir,” I stutter and clear my throat. “I’m very sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to. I don’t know what happened.”
He’s hard to read and remains that way through my apology. “That’s beside the point. That kind of behavior is unacceptable.”
“Yes, sir,” I agree again. There’s no use in arguing when he’s right.
He narrows his eyes as he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Daniela, you’ve been acting odd ever since that incident with the broken glass. It’s disappointing because you’ve always been professional, courteous – one of our best staff members, really.”
I suppress a sigh. I thought I was doing a better job of hiding how off-kilter I’ve been. “I’m sorry, there’s been some personal stuff going on that–”
“You can’t let it continue to affect your work,” he interjects before I can go any further. “If anything – anything – happens again, Daniela, you’re done. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir. I understand,” I say glumly. He’s not wrong…it’s just that I don’t want to be wrong, either.
“Take the rest of the day off. Come back tomorrow ready to do this job the way it’s meant to be done, or don’t come in again.”
“Okay. I promise to do better.”
He doesn’t respond, rather gives me a look that says I don’t impress him – so much for encouragement from the management here. Guess I’m on my own, just like everywhere else.
I cash out and gather my things. Going home is always a bummer because I still, unfortunately, reside with a certain douche-bag. He even has the audacity to make me take the couch until I find a new place. At least he pities me enough after catching him cheating not to kick me out on my ass. It could be worse.
Even with my newfound wealth, it’s hard to find a place. They go quickly in this area, and I need to save as much money as possible. I unlock the door and drop my things. Maybe a nice bath will help calm me down. After that, perhaps I’ll make finding a new apartment – my own apartment – a priority.
Blissfully alone, I barricade myself in the bathroom. I run a hot bath and crank some music up on my phone. There has to be some way to relax.
I think back to that glorious bathroom in Florida and remember how good it felt to get myself off. Maybe that’s what I need. Maybe a good orgasm or two will snap me out of this little obsession I seem to have going on.
There’s only one way to find out.
I climb into the almost scalding hot water. It stings, but the pleasure and pain ratio excites me. Ever since that dark room, I’ve been craving it.
I waste no time to reach in between my legs and begin to play with myself. I start by gently caressing my sensitive nub. I increase the speed but not the pressure as my free hand squeezes my left breast hard. Oh, fuck yeah. That’s what I’m after…
But still, I want more.
My clit hand moves fast, but my pussy now throbs and aches for penetration. I concede and begin to work my finger in and out of me. It’s close to what I’m after but still not quite it.
I try rubbing my clit gently at the same time. I come, but that new raw and primal need is still present. My frustration grows as I work towards another climax to no avail.
They’ve spoiled me to sex forever, Aria and my mystery man. That’s all the tricks I know. That’s as far as I’ve ever gone before. There has to be more.
A very forbidden thought passes through my mind, and I debate whether or not I should. I never have before – but then that doesn’t mean that I won’t enjoy it. I never knew I liked pleasure mixed with pain until I tried it. And this idea surely fits that bill.
With my right hand, I gently finger my clit and pussy. I move my hips up and down as I do. The hot water laps at my tits, creating a sensation of its own. I take a deep breath and remind myself that this is my little secret. The sheer excitement of the forbidden almost causes me to climax on the spot.
Before I can change my mind, I slip my left hand underneath me. For the very first time, I very gently run a finger over the taint of my ass. I feel it pucker and a delicious shudder runs through me. Maybe this is what all the fuss is about. My reaction emboldens me. With the hot water providing lubrication, I breach the tight muscle as my right hand fucks me just how I like it. The simultaneous stimulation feels incredible.
Water splashes over the side of the tub as I writhe, pushing myself further, unable to get enough of every hole being filled. It feels so good. I don’t care how dirty it may or may not make me. I don’t care who hears my moans or guesses what I’m doing. I pump my hands harder and faster until I give myself the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had – except in that room.
I’m not sure anything can top that room.
I lie back in the tub, finally sated, but my mind is still wandering. I wonder briefly how it’d feel to have my mystery man’s hard cock buried deep in my tight little asshole. I shiver. I’m sure he’d know just what to do. I rub my clit again and have one more go at it because the thought has my libido racing again. By the time I’m done, the water no longer steams. My bath time is up.
Chapter 8 – Jase
“We’d be very interested in your endorsement,” I say into the phone. “Your NFL standing is incredible, and I think that you’d be a perfect fit.”
The door to my office opens, and I glance up to see Charles. My eyes zero in on the folder in his hands, and I mute the phone for a quick moment while my future client rambles on and on.
“The file you requested, sir – about the girl,” he informs me as he places the file on the desk.
“Thank you, Charles.” I wait for him to leave before I tear it open. I want to read it but must first finish this phone call. I unmute it and wait for my opportunity. “That all sounds like a good fit. Why don’t we fly you out to New York the weekend after next and discuss everything in person to finalize?”
“Sounds good, man. I’ll see you then.”
“Wonderful. Goodbye.”
“Bye.”
I hang up and begin to read through the information before me. It seems Daniela isn’t a scene regular. She’s just a regular girl. I don’t know why that intrigues me even further. She’s not another gold-digging wannabe trophy wife. She’s just her. It says she was born in the Mid-West. She moved to the city with her parents a few years ago, so her father – who needs a new kidney – can receive better medical care. She’s an only child. Graduated her state college with honors, but now works as a bartender? What a waste.
I thrum my fingers across the edge of my desk…once…twice. Snatching up the phone once more, I find the contact info for my “secret connection” and press call. The phone rings once.
“I wondered when you were going to call,” Madame X answers. She may be an older woman, but her voice is still sexy as hell.
“Please, tell me that what happened in Florida last weekend was your doing.”
“Of course. I hope the encounter was to your satisfaction.”
“Indeed. The girls were something else. I want another encounter.”
“No problem.” I can hear the satisfaction in her tone. “Do you have anything particular in mind?”
I consider this. “Let’s take it up a notch. Only the brunette this time though. Daniela. And as usual, one-hundred percent discretion – she can never know who I am.”
There’s a slight pause. “Of course not, sir. Discretion is absolute,” she assures me. “I’ll begin making arrangements for the next…encounter. Will Saturday work for you?”
Saturday? “That’s too far. What about tonight?” I say, not really caring how I sound.
“Tonight’s impossible,” Madame tells me, and I manage to keep my expletive in my head. “I can try my best for tomorrow, but I’m not making any promises.”
I’d really wanted tonight, but I suppose tomorrow will have to do. Madame X hasn’t failed me so far, and I hope s
he’ll come through.
“Should I move forward with arrangements for tomorrow?”
“Yes,” I say as I snap out of it. “Please do.”
“I’ll be in touch.”
“Thank you.” I disconnect and hit the intercom. “Terri,” I call for my assistant.
Moments later she walks through the door. “Good morning, sir.”
“Good morning, Terri.” She’s always very pleasant. “Please arrange for a visit here next weekend for a new endorser. I’ll email you the info. And can you send Charles in?”
“Yes, sir,” Terri says and takes her leave.
Minutes later, a knock sounds and my right-hand man appears.
“Charles, I wanted to thank you for recommending Madame X. Her service is truly proving invaluable.”
“You’re very welcome, sir. She came highly recommended.”
“I can see why.”
Charles eyes the folder on the desk. “She seems like a nice girl if I may say, sir.”
I study her picture. “She is.”
My intercom buzzes and Terri’s voice comes through. “Sir, you have a meeting in five minutes.”
I give Charles a little salute. “I’ll see you later.”
“Sir.” He nods his goodbye with the word.
I take another moment to study Daniela’s picture. Could it be that I’ve found the right woman through such a means as a dating service? Granted, it’s no ordinary service, but it’s still far-fetched.
Could I be wrong? Maybe Daniela isn’t everything I remember.
One thing’s for sure. I’ll find out tomorrow.
***
Charles leads the Rolls home while I still contemplate the file in my briefcase. Daniela’s face seems to have imprinted on my mind. I see it so clearly.
She makes my dick so fucking hard.
There’s no way I can keep this up until tomorrow. I need to find some release – and soon. I pull out my phone and scroll through the contacts.
Ah, she’ll do. I remember her being a very submissive partner. She took it all and then would beg for more. That’s exactly what I need to get this cock to calm down, to give someone a good spanking before I go nuts.
