by Anthology
She wrapped her arms protectively around herself in a hug.
Show no fear.
“Do it again for him,” he said, stepping back and nodding to the door. When she didn't move, he smacked her ass loudly. "Now."
Jaeda looked at him fearfully. “No.”
“We’ll see what your brother has to say.” Luca pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. “I’m sure he’ll finally give me the okay to put you in your place after this little 'episode'.”
Again, she was stuck. She had no choice but to listen and do what she was told. That didn't change the fact that she never wanted that man inside of her.
“I’ll do it asshole, now let me pass.”
He shoved the phone back in his pocket grinning and opened the door. “I’ll be watching...don’t do anything stupid like fake it. I'll know the difference, babe.”
He went into the mirror room and Jaeda stood outside of the door that led her into room number five. She slipped the robe off and hung it back up on the hook. She needed to finish the job. She needed to go home. She needed to just stand in the shower for hours and wash away the filth and dirt that this job caked on her, but most of all...
She needed a way out before she was so far gone she wouldn’t ever be able to come back.
She opened the door, flipped on her internal switch and went back to work.
Chapter 3
Mike heard the clicking of her heels and was over taken with a sense of primal need and his own manhood, both he hadn’t felt in a very long time, if not forever. He hated himself for feeling this way but couldn’t deny it. He was going to live this one night as if nothing else mattered; as if he was a single man enjoying the company of a one-night stand. An extremely kinky one-night stand, but still one nonetheless.
He listened as she got closer and only hoped that she would remove the blindfold. He wanted to remember her, her body, and look in her eyes when his cock was finally buried deep inside of her. Mostly, he just wanted to watch her fuck him. He had no doubt it would be that one single moment in his life that could change him and for sure would change his life. For better or worse, he didn't care at this point.
“Did you miss me?” she asked as she slipped back onto his lap.
Mike just nodded, afraid to speak as it might make him change his mind.
“Don’t be shy,” she whispered in his ear, her hair falling on his chest and shoulders. Mike never went completely soft and knew he would be ready within minutes if she kept this up. And he knew as well that she would---then he’d finally get what he needed. Her.
She kissed his neck while rubbing her pussy up and down his cock again, using the tip of his bulging erection to rub her click every time she’d come back up his length. Mike wanted to hold her, touch her in return, and feel their bodies naked together and connecting.
Mike noticed her movements becoming a little jaded and short once more as she came on him. “Jesus!” she panted as her orgasm hit her. She stayed in place still to the side of him while she slipped the condom on him.
“Fuck,” Mike moaned as she stroked him once the condom was in place.
“I’m gonna enjoy this Mike, will you?”
He nodded.
“Whisper something to me?”
He hesitated for a moment, enjoying the feel of her warm hand stroking him. “Can I see you?”
She froze her hand half way up his cock and Mike had his answer. He knew it was a slim chance but thought he would try anyway. Her confidence and the way she worked him led him to believe this wasn’t her first time. It bothered Mike thinking and knowing this information, though he wasn’t sure why.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered and Mike not only heard it, but felt it. She truly was sorry which made Mike want to see her face even more.
She placed a few kisses on his neck, soft and gentle like they had all the time in the world. She shifted her body but left her head resting on his right side, as if she was shielding him from something. She was hovered above him now, her knees at his sides and Mike knew what was next.
She placed his cock at her entrance, softly rubbing the tip gently against her swollen labia. “I’ve been waiting for this,” she whispered huskily...then pushed down on him and filled herself.
“Holy shit,” Mike panted out and tried to buck his hips to get even deeper. She leaned up slowly and then slammed back down on his cock.
“I told you I was going to fuck you, Mike,” she moaned out.
She did this a few more times, coming up slow and slamming down hard.
“Kiss me,” Mike demanded and she did without a fight. Their kiss felt natural; fucking her like this felt natural. It was delicious and Mike strained against his bonds to get even deeper. He felt he was being selfish wanting more...no, needing more from a woman he’d never met; a woman not his wife and in that moment, the two polarities met and clashed.
“Fuck!” he groaned out in his confliction. Confused as he had stopped pushing up to greet her heat, Jaeda paused while still trembling.
“Mike?” she panted out.
“Don’t stop,” he begged. “Please don’t stop.”
She moved smoothly against him again. “You got it, honey.”
She did most of the work and Mike enjoying every second of it. With every kiss, every feathery touch, every time she slammed on his cock brought him closer and closer to the edge. She worked him and Mike knew he wouldn't last long.
“Kiss me!” he demanded again.
As much as he wanted this to be a dream or fantasy, it wasn’t. She kissed him like she meant it, as if she was enjoying it just as much as he was. It made Mike feel truly like a man; a man who was desired and wanted by a woman. It was a significant life-changing moment to Mike. This woman released in him his animalistic side beyond anything he’d ever experienced in his entire life.
“Jesus Mike,” she panted and laid her head on his shoulder, the same one she had been favoring. Her hair stuck to his chest and he tried to slow his breathing down. “We don’t have much time. But the little time we do have, I’m just gonna sit here with you.”
Mike took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Something about her changed. Maybe it was the post orgasmic bliss he was feeling and knew she must also be feeling, or maybe it was just his imagination. But he liked to think it was just her...that maybe it was him that changed her.
“What’s your name?” Mike bravely asked. Her hand ran lighting over his chest, nipple and then to the back of his neck.
“It doesn’t matter Mike,” she said, slowly lifting her head from his shoulder and slid off of his spent cock. She rolled the condom off slowly, then Mike felt the coolness of a wash cloth and she cleaned him off. “Forget about me,” she told him when she was done.
Mike chuckled and dropped his head back. “Never.”
Her presence was gone like a wisp of smoke though she was still there and for a few minutes, the room remained silent.
“I don’t know what your story is,” she started. “But if I were you, I wouldn’t tell your wife. Nothing good can come of it. Make some shit up, Mike. It will be better for you.”
Mike said nothing because he wasn’t sure what he was going to say or do. He would figure it out after he was back in the comfort of his home free of this damn chair that brought him so much fucking joy.
She leaned into him once more and whispered into her ear. “Thank you.”
Why was she thanking me? he wondered.
Her heels began to click on the floor; she was leaving him.
“Please,” Mike begged and her heels stopped for only a few seconds before picking up again. Mike, defeated mentally and physically now, sat back into the chair waiting for whatever was to come next. His life was forever changed now. How was he supposed to move on from this? And how the fuck is he going to get out of the chair? It was no use fighting...he had no energy and knew it wouldn’t do any good, anyway.
He sat there long enough to start getting uncomfortably cold before he h
eard footsteps on the floor again. It wasn’t her heels; they were louder, harder. They pounded on the floor until they stopped at him. Mike didn’t move, trying to remain calm at the unknown. He felt a pinch in his upper arm. "Hey! What the hell do...do..."
...And then darkness overtook him.
Chapter 4
Jaeda wanted to go back to the room to help Mike out of his restraints and let him go, but that wasn’t her part of her job description. She did her, 'specialty' and then left like she always does. Luca was ready to bust in the room as it was so she left at the right time.
Luca would drug him, dress him and then a few of them would drive him back to the place they took him from. Jaeda had smelled the liquor on his breath when she first walked in, so she thought maybe he was out with friends or even his wife celebrating his birthday. She wondered who it was that had hired her brother for this particular job. She wondered if anyone missed Mike and how long he had been gone. She would never know the answers to those kind of questions, though. She had her job, just like the others had theirs, and that was all she was allowed to know.
She held herself tight as she rushed down the long corridor and around the corner, then up the stairs to her apartment. She knew there were other apartments on the east side of the building, but she never ventured that way. She had seen some of the other woman and men that worked for her brother and she didn’t care for them. She didn’t choose this life, so she had nothing in common with them and felt it would be a waste of time trying to relate to any of them. In her mind, she did enough pretending anyway and didn’t need anymore.
She unlocked her door, closed it and started locking the dead bolts---she had nine of them. Luca wasn’t allowed a key to any of them but she knew that it wouldn’t stop him if he really wanted in. Still, it made her feel safe knowing that there were nine of them on her door, all Schlage deadbolts. She stripped out of her clothes as she made her way to the bathroom.
For the first time in her life, she enjoyed being with a man. Even though she was forced in the end, it turned out to be the best experience of her life. She meant it when she thanked him, mostly because she knew something like this would never happen again. It was her, once-in-a-lifetime chance; the first and second orgasm of her life and something she would never forget. No, she would never forget Mike.
She turned the shower to as hot as she could stand it and climbed in. Pushing her head under the water, she just stood there. She cried as the water wiped away her tears. She cried for Mike, she cried for herself, and she cried for no reason at all. Every time she showered, she cried and it was the only time she would allow herself to cry.
However, today was bittersweet. She sat down in the shower and wrapped her arms around her legs. Mike was good. Even though what he did to his wife probably wasn’t good, she believed he was. She didn’t know his story so it really didn’t matter to her if he was married or not. Mike was the only light she’d ever seen and she wouldn’t let that go.
Seeing him again, bound and helpless in her minds-eye, she knew she would never let Mike go.
She gathered herself and her thoughts as she stood and finished her shower. She prayed every night in bed that someday she would be free.
...And with that, she changed her favorite number to five.
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Club X
By M. Dauphin
This club is insane. I’m not normally the club type, but I wanted something a little different tonight, something I don’t normally do, so here I sit, all alone, at the bar. Nursing my drink, I glance around and catch his eye right as he looks over at me. I smile and look away, tucking a stray strand of purple hair behind my ear. Chancing a glance back in his direction, hoping to catch him not looking at me so I can stare some more and decide if he’s one I’d like to pursue, I can’t find him anywhere. My eyes scan the club slowly as to not give away what I’m doing, when I feel a presence behind me. It’s him.
“You look like you could use some company,” the voice whispers in my ear.
Chills immediately rise over my body, and I smile into my drink. This man is good. Too good. He knows a lady’s spots of weakness just by looking at her, and plays them well. He smells incredible. The perfect mix of soap and cologne. And I’m fairly certain I see a tattoo peeking out from his long sleeve shirt. So many of my weaknesses, all wrapped up into one man. This could be interesting.
“What makes you think I look lonely?” I answer without looking at him. All of these men from Texas are the same, but something tells me this one is a little different from the rest. A little more edgy than most cowboys.
I hear his breath leave him, and laugh to myself. I’m not an easy one to get. It takes more than a random pick up line to get me home with you. Not that I’m a bitch, I just have very particular things I look for in a man.
The first being that he’s only got eyes for me.
“Someone as sexy as you shouldn’t be sitting alone at a bar. Could get dangerous,” he almost growls at me.
Finishing my drink, I swivel in my chair and look into the hazel eyes staring at me. He’s pretty damn sexy, I could totally see myself ending up with someone like him. Dark, edgy, delicious smelling. He could be just what I need tonight.
Unfortunately for him, however, he used an incredibly lame pick up line.
I smile at him, cocking my head, wondering if I should give him a second chance at scoring, or go on my way to find another willing male specimen. He takes another swig of his beer, and I shake my head.
Nope, not tonight.
“Sorry, buddy,” I smile.
I can’t just give in that easily to the first person I come across. I need to play the field. It’s been forever since I’ve actually had to be on the lookout for someone to go home with.
“For real?” he asks, surprised that I would turn down someone as good looking as him.
Surprises me, too, actually.
“For real, excuse me,” I smile sweetly and push past him, heading for the dance floor, leaving my pursuer staring blankly at the back of my head.
The music is blaring, and there’s just enough people on the dance floor to help me get into the music without worrying about being the only one dancing. This week at work was grueling, and I’m just ready for the weekend. Everything from this week comes rolling off of me. The stress of the paperwork, that the higher-ups force us to fill out, is enough to break someone not as strong as me. Add in the new addition to my squad, and my team is lucky I’m un-fucking-breakable. It’s been a hell of a week, so letting the music wash over me helps some of the tension roll off.
My eyes are closed and I’m moving to the music when I feel him behind me and smile. This man is relentless. I like that in a guy. Apparently he does only have eyes for me, or else he would have moved on the first time I blew him off. Maybe he’s not so bad after all.
His hands gently touch my arms, his warm breath on my neck. He leans in and whispers as the music dies down.
“Women like you shouldn’t be dancing alone like that, either.”
Oh he’s good. And he�
�s not giving up as his hands travel down my arms and move to rest on my hips as I start to sway to the music again.
“Women like me, huh?” I have to yell over the music that started again, but when I turn to look at him, every sound in the room fades away.
Our connection is undeniable. His hazel eyes trap me in and make everything else around me null and void. I’ve never had a connection like this with anyone before, and it should rattle me, but it doesn’t. The man standing in front of me knows what he wants.
And tonight, it seems as if he wants me.
I start moving to the music, smiling at him, raking my hands down his arms. Good God, he’s got muscles under this shirt. Suddenly, I want to see him without the shirt. Without the pants.
Maybe I can give this one a second chance.
“What’s wrong, you don’t dance?” I ask, moving in closer to him so our hips are almost touching.
“This isn’t really my style of music,” he growls, standing stiff on the dance floor.
“Aww, are you pouting?!” I laugh at how ridiculous he looks, just standing there while everyone else moves and dances to the music the DJ is playing.
“I’m not pouting,” he says flatly.
I lean into him, feeling his muscular body tense as my lips go to his ear.
“Then dance with me, Tex,” I whisper, then nip his ear and turn to push my way further into the crowd.
