by Linnea May
He looks at me with that same disbelieving expression he portrayed directly after our kiss ended, showing no reaction to what I have said.
“Is that your real name?” He asks eventually.
I nod in silence.
He smiles and continues to caress my cheek with his thumb, gently and lovingly, as if I was the most precious being he has ever seen.
“Nice to meet you, Nicky,” he whispers. “That is a cute name. Well fit for a sparkling lady like you.”
“I don’t know about the ‘lady’ part,” I say, trying to be funny. “But thank you.”
“Now, Nicky,” he says. “Do you trust me?”
I look up at him. His face is stern now, concentrated.
“Why?” I ask.
“Would you trust me enough to come with me,” he explains. “To a place where we can be alone.”
“Your place?”
He shakes his head. “Not exactly. But similar. A hotel.”
I frown.
“I know,” he says. “You are not used to this. And you probably despise it. But do you think you could cast your ideals and your skepticism aside for tonight and just let me invite you?”
I look at him, still frowning and pondering. He feels comfortable - but this invite does not.
It’s not the first time that something like this comes up. Usually, I would insist on paying half of the room in these situations. And I would like to do that tonight as well. The problem is: I am completely broke and really shouldn’t spend any more money tonight than I already have.
He looks at me, observing my inner struggle. The concern his gorgeous face is showing, appears to be real. I wish it was easier for me to trust people - and especially men. And I wish it was easier for me to love the gold digger lifestyle.
But I just can’t.
“I’m sorry, I-”
“Nicky,” he interrupts me. “Be a little crazy.”
I look at him with confusion. “Crazy, huh?”
“Yes,” he insists. “Coming from your perspective, this must be a crazy thing to do.”
“Well, it’s not like I haven’t had one-night stands before, so-”
“That’s not what I am talking about,” he interrupts me again, shaking his head. “I am talking about accepting an invitation. Just like that. Without an inner struggle with your - highly admirable - ideals. When have you ever done that?”
I sigh and lift my hand to touch his on my face. I take it and gently move it down, away from my cheek.
The disappointment I see on his face as I do it almost breaks my heart. And it helps to vocalize my decision.
“You’re right,” I whisper. “That would be something new.”
I smile at him. That smile widens as I see him smiling, too. A boyish smile that makes him look younger and insanely attractive.
“And I like new things,” I add.
He laughs and shakes his head.
“Oh, Nicky,” he says. “I might have to punish you for being such a tease.”
“That sounds promising,” I reply. And I mean it.
CHAPTER IV
“Remember, you’re cool with this,” he says as we are standing outside the bar to wait for the cab that he has ordered, while I took the time to let Yuka know that I am not coming home tonight.
“I am not planning to put up any more fights,” I say, leaning against him.
“Good.”
He puts his arm around me and squeezes me. The night is chilly and I am not nearly dressed properly for the current temperatures. His body’s warmth feels comfortable on many levels.
Being the perfect gentleman, he has me wrapped in his jacket as we are standing close to each other. Now, the way he puts his arm around me does remind me of a predator with his prey. And I welcome it.
A black limousine approaches us and just as I am about to make a joke about who on earth would drive a car like that in a neighborhood like this, the vehicle stops in front of us and Evan steps forward to open the door for me.
“Are you kidding me?” I exclaim as he waits for me to get in.
“Remember,” he says. “No more fights.”
I raise my eyebrows at him, but follow the gesture and get into the car. It is not very big, but still the most expensive and most exquisite car that I have ever been in. The leather of the seats is ridiculously soft and the entire equipment has more style and probably more money behind anything I own.
I feel utterly out of place in my used up jeans and a cheap t-shirt. There is an instant concern about the filth that I am adding to this completely over-prized transportation device.
“This was not part of the deal,” I whisper as the driver - whose face I cannot see since we are separated from him through a blackened glass wall - starts the engine.
Evan reaches for my hand and gently squeezes it. “I am sorry. I hope you don’t feel tricked.”
“A little,” I whisper. “But I might be willing to forgive you.”
He looks over to me, again with that boyish smile. “Guess you didn’t expect your night to turn out like this?”
I shake my head. “Certainly not.”
“Isn’t that a good thing, though?” He wants to know. “Unpredictability.”
“It is for me,” I say. “But I am sure you wouldn’t agree. You are the one in control, after all.”
He smirks as if I caught him doing something naughty.
“You’re right,” he whispers. “Would you mind if I continue to do that? Exercising control.”
“What do you mean?”
I look at him expectantly as he fixates me with his dark eyes. He looks like someone who has a secret that he is shy to share. His intense gaze scares me a little - but it also makes my heart race. I would never openly admit it in front of him, but I cannot wait to get to where ever he is taking us. And continue to explore what that intense kiss has promised.
“I like to be in control,” he finally says. “I can’t tell if you have experience with it or not - but I think I can show you a lot and give you a lot of pleasure, if you are willing to give yourself to me the way I would want you to.”
I look at him, slightly confused. Without saying a word, I search for an explanation by staring into his dark eyes, his perfect face, that is way too far away from me right now.
“The way you want me to?” I clarify.
He nods. “Yes. To submit. Let me take the lead. I have a dominant nature, Nicky. A very specific way of giving and receiving pleasure. And I sense that you might be a good match for me in that regard.”
“Oh,” I breathe.
I can feel my heart pounding against my ribcage and my cheeks blushing. I don’t know what to say to that.
But apparently, I don’t have to say anything.
He observes me with great attention. And he starts smirking. Triumphantly this time. As if I had given him the answer he was hoping for.
“Thank you,” he says, sounding calm and confident as always.
“For what?” I ask.
My voice is low and hoarse. I looked down, trying to hide my embarrassment and clear my throat. “I didn’t say anything…”
“You did, Nicky,” he says. “The way you breathe and blush is the most beautiful answer I could have hoped for.”
He squeezes my hand again and gently caresses the back of it with his thumb.
“I will make sure you will never forget this night,” he whispers. “Despite your little stubbornness, you have already given me many reasons to smile tonight. You deserve nothing but the best of me.”
At that moment, I have no idea what that might be. But I am soon to find out.
The hotel we finally stop at gives me another reason to put up resistance. It is not just any hotel, but a well-known five-star accommodation that towers over the entire city.
“Smooth,” I joke as we get out of the limousine and head for the hotel’s lobby. “You are either ridiculously rich or stupid - or a very successful mobster.”
He laugh
s and takes my hand to lead me to the elevators.
“So, I assume you’re not from here?” I ask while we are waiting for the elevator to arrive. “Or why else would you have a room reserved already?”
He turns around and looks down at me.
“No fights,” he reminds me. “And no questions. I think it’s time for you to just let some things go and let me take the lead. Alright?”
I gulp. “Alright.”
An evil smile appears on his face.
“Now,” he says. “Do you think that’s the way I would like you to address me?”
“What do you mean?”
The elevator arrives and the opening doors interrupt us. He beckons me to enter before him and I follow his gesture, but not without giving him a wary look from the side.
As soon as the doors close behind us, he surprises me by leaping at me and pushing me against the back of the elevator.
I gasp in surprise and stare up to him as he fixates me against the wall by pressing his - undoubtedly toned - body against me. He is strong - and determined.
He leans down and plants a greedy kiss on my lips. I am so overwhelmed by how fast everything happens that I don’t even think about pushing him away.
I don’t want to anyways. He tastes so good. And his kisses are so greedy, so hungry for me and yet so loving and gentle. I catch myself moving after him with longing eyes when he ends the kiss to speak to me.
“From now on,” he whispers. “I want you to call me Sir. And when I ask you a question, I want you to reply with ‘Yes, Sir’. Do you understand?”
I smile. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he whispers and gives me a quick peck on the cheek.
His little praise makes my heart jump in an unknown way. No one has ever called me a good girl. No one has ever caused this kind of reaction in me with only his words.
Good girl. I really like the sound of it.
The doors of the elevator open and invite us into a long and brightly lit hallway. I try not to think too much about how much a night in one of the rooms on this floor might cost - or why he can even afford it. I wouldn’t like to share it with my friends, but the thought of being treated to a night of pleasure by a man like him only adds to my excitement.
He stops in front of one of the doors and quickly opens it with a card.
“Come in,” he beckons me as I remain in the hallway, hesitant to follow him.
The room is gorgeous - and gigantic. It is decorated in warm colors, mostly red with a hint of orange here and there. The warm light is rather dim, but still bright enough for me to see everything clearly.
It seems like he has only booked the room for the night. I can’t see any belongings or luggage that would suggest a longer stay. Who knows when he made that reservation - and why he had the key with him already.
“Very nice,” I whisper and turn around to him. “You planned to pick someone up tonight, didn’t you?”
He is standing behind me, leaning against the wall and watching me as I scan the room.
“I was prepared for that to happen, yes,” he says. “But I would have stayed here no matter what, even if I had to spend the night by myself.”
“Mhm,” I mumble, raising my eyebrow to show him how little I am convinced.
“But why-”
“Nicky,” he interrupts me. “No fights. No questions.”
I literally bite my tongue and nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“Now,” he adds, approaching me. “I want you to make use of the bathroom and freshen yourself up. Take a shower, if you like to. I want you clean and naked when you come out.”
“Naked?” I assure myself.
“Wear a bathrobe if you feel more comfortable that way,” he says. “And hurry. I want to play with you.”
Play?
I am intrigued to ask, but remember the rules just in time. No fights. No questions.
“Yes, Sir,” I obediently say and stroll past him to where I suspect the bathroom.
I cannot suppress a childish gasp as I enter the bathroom and close the door behind me. Damn, this is nice. Everything is so lavish and clean. And there is even a giant whirlpool. I glance at it and wonder for a moment whether I should ask him if this couldn’t be a good place for us to start. A shared bath, surrounded by foam, massaging each other…
But he has other plans. And I am more than interested in seeing what those plans might entail. There is still room for suggestions later, after all.
I take off my clothes and hop under the shower. It feels great to get rid of the dried sweat and filth from the club.
I feel like a new woman when I step out of the shower and wrap myself in one of the soft bathrobes. A quick look in the mirror reveals that my makeup still looks surprisingly good and only my hair needs a little brush through, before I dare to step back into the room.
He is standing next to the bed and beckons me to come closer to him.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers. “You should see that cute little blush on your cheeks. It’s irresistible.”
I want to protest - instead I let him pull me closer and grant me another one of his divine kisses. How is it possible that he still tastes so good? So fresh and sweet.
“Let me look at you,” he whispers as our kiss ends.
I hesitate, but don’t interfere when he reaches down to the belt of my robe and opens the lose knot I just fastened.
Slowly and very carefully, he opens the robe and places his hands on my hip bones. I am completely naked underneath but do not feel exposed at all.
Until he moves his hands up to my shoulders to attentively remove the robe. It falls down on the floor, embracing my ankles - and my heart jumps with excitement.
He hums in approval as his eyes and hands wander along my body, inspecting and worshipping every inch. I have always been satisfied with my slim frame but never thought of myself as sexy or beautiful. If anything, my figure is a little too androgynous for my own taste, with narrow hips, no remarkably feminine waist, and rather small breasts. They suit my overall frame, but could be a bit bigger, if it were up to me. Especially because my behind does not follow the rules and is disproportionately big in contrast to the rest of my body.
But all that doesn’t matter now while he is laying his eyes on me. His face shows nothing but affection and hunger for me. He is taking in every little detail of my body - and he seems to love every bit of it. His adoration is a true boost for my ego.
“You are divine,” he whispers. “What a perfect beauty you are.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I breathe.
My voice is about to leave me once again. My words are spoken with such a hoarse and low tone that even I am not completely sure if I actually said them.
He places his hands on my hip again, but only for a short moment before one of them moves further. I flinch and look down as I realize where he is headed.
“Look at me!” He hisses.
I do as I am told and reciprocate his intense gaze while his hand moves further, gently caressing my mound for a few moments before he finally reaches his destination.
I moan when he touches my center. His motions are careful and slow, not invasive at all, even though we are still strangers - and I am completely naked while he is still fully dressed. I breathe noisily as he goes a step further and gently spreads my folds with two fingers while a third one glides in between.
His touch is electric and sends shocks of lust through my entire body. I feel the urge to look away and close my eyes in shame, but he keeps me fixated, trapped with his gorgeous dark eyes that demand my attention.
“What a good girl you are,” he whispers. “So wet and ready for me. And we haven’t even started yet.”
I blush. Yet, pride joins my embarrassment, as I am still looking at him, withstanding his gaze - and his incredibly skillful touch.
Suddenly, he removes his hands and takes a step back. I sigh with longing and disappointment, but don’t say a word. Instead, I look up to him, w
aiting for the next move.
“Get down,” he orders. “On your knees, sit on your heels.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper and comply.
“Place your hands on your knees, palms up,” he adds as I am kneeling in front of him. “And lower your head.”
I do as I am told and add another “Yes, Sir” as soon as I am positioned the way he wants me.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Stay like this until I tell you otherwise.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He walks past me and heads for the bathroom.
And then I wait.
CHAPTER V
I hear water running. Apparently he wants to be just as fresh and clean as I am. I remain exactly the way he told me to. Sitting on my heels next to the bed, hands on knees, palms up, my head lowered - aroused and confused.
I have always enjoyed playing the submissive part in the bedroom - and only there. But I have never had anyone talking to me like this. Exposing me, touching me in my most intimate place this early in the game, and giving me orders like one would give to a slave or a child.
And I am enjoying it.
What a mindfuck. But a pleasant one. I am embarrassed and stirred up at the same time. My heart jumping with excitement while my mind tries to keep up with all the crazy thoughts run by anticipation. What will happen next? How long will he make me wait?
Why do I like this?
No. Not this question. I subtly shake my head. There is still enough time for doubt and self-analysis after tonight. I don’t have to justify myself, as long as I am enjoying this. And there is no doubt about that.
I hear the bathroom door opening and instinctively want to turn my head and look up. But I don’t. I can do this. I want to obey - and hear that wonderfully enticing praise again.
He steps out and slowly approaches me, each step well conceived and in control, even though I can feel the tension, his burning lust for me. He stops in front of me and places his naked feet close to my knees, very close. Still, I refrain from looking up.
And I do get my reward.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “I didn’t expect you to be this good at following orders.”
