“That’s right, Kate. That’s what you’re doing to me, driving me fucking crazy,” I growled in her ear. I quickly spun her around so her ass was tucked nicely in between my legs. With her back to me, I was about to lean in to taste her sexy long neck, when I noticed a tattoo on the back of it. Just below the hairline was a beautifully intricate Celtic knot. I leaned in and kissed her neck, causing a breathy moan to escape her lips.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked her, giving her a chance at least.
She leaned her head back against my shoulder and shook her head. “I know I should. Maybe it’s the drinks, but for some reason, I just can’t bring myself to leave.”
Fuck, I’d be damned if I was going to pass the chance up. Scanning the room for a spot that might give us a little privacy, I spotted my friend dancing with a girl with a black bob and wearing a funky party dress. Liam saw me and nodded, and I returned the gesture. I glanced around to the VIP section and noticed there was a private coat-check not too far away. Grabbing Kate’s hand, I led the way. There was an attendant at the counter, a small girl with a hot pink pixie cut and way too much make up. After leaning in to her, I produced a rather generous tip to make herself scarce for a while. Once she was out of sight, I quickly pulled Kate into the coat-check room and led her to the back.
“Um, Sir, do you always make a habit of bringing girls in the coat room?” she asked timidly. She was looking pretty shocked by the events that were unfolding.
I laughed. “Actually, I’ve never done this before. At the club I usually attend, there isn’t any real need to hide behind closed doors, unless you want to. But I don’t want to talk about that right now.” I pushed her up against the wall between two groups of coats. “You called me Sir,” I growled. “You have no idea what that does to me, hearing you say that, how sexy you are when you say it.”
I leaned in to her, tortuously licking from her collarbone to her jawbone. She moaned softly, fueling my need. I definitely had to hear her do that again. As I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, I whispered, “Oh, how I would love to see you tied up.”
She looked up at me though hooded eyes, clearly turned on. Her nipples were erect, visibly protruding against the material of her dress. I ran my free hand down her arm, down her rib cage, grazing just the side of her perfect breasts, down to her waist and back up again. Pausing on her breasts, I pulled lightly on her hard nipples, causing her to gasp loudly. I moved my hands back down to her hips, where I reached around and slid my hands up her very short skirt before grabbing her firm, bare ass. When I let her hands fall to her sides, I grabbed one and brought it to the front of my trousers.
“I want you to feel me, Kate. Touch my cock and feel how hard you’re making me.”
Kate groaned, but after a moment, hesitantly touched the bulge, which twitched and grew even more under her timid movements.
I took a breath and hoped. “Kate, I have to ask you something. Did you come here tonight to find a potential boyfriend or just to hook up?”
Kate shook her head. “Neither. I told you, my friend dragged me out here.”
“So you really weren’t prowling?”
“God no, that’s the exact opposite...” Kate blushed, her words fading.
“But you do want something now, don’t you? I can feel it, too, Kate, but I want to be honest with you. I’m not interested in anything more than right now-- no relationship, just sex. I think it could be fucking amazing if it’s what you want,” I stated as I bent my knees slightly and ground my erection into her center.
I ran my fingers slowly up her thigh, higher until they touched the hem of her dress. Continuing further up into the heat between her legs, my fingers grazed her mound, where I rubbed them firmly against the material of her thong.
Kate’s breath hitched. “I, uh... I, oh God, that feels good... You’re making it hard for me to think.”
“So don’t think,” I whispered in her ear. “Just let go for one night. I promise I can make you feel like you’ve never felt before.”
I pulled aside the thong and slid a finger along her slit. “Fuck, Kate, you are so wet for me. Do you want more?”
Her eyes closed. “Yes.”
“Then beg for it, Kate.” Her eyes fluttered open to look at me, confusion in her eyes. “I want you to beg me to make you come.”
She took a shaky breath. “Please make me come.”
I shook my head. “You can do better than that, baby. Beg me and use my name. Make it good and I’ll give you what you need.”
“Please, Sir,” she panted. “I am so wet for you. I want your hands to touch my body. I need to come. Please make me come.”
I almost exploded at her declaration, my cock straining to be set free from my pants. Taking my teasing finger, I slid it deep inside her. She gasped and moaned, her head falling back against the wall.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groaned. I pulled out of her and slid in again with a second finger, my other hand grabbing her thigh and bringing it up to my waist, giving me better access to her sweet sex.
“You like that, Kate? Do you like that I have my fingers inside you, here where anyone could find us if they bothered to look?” Kate nodded in a dazed trance. I drove my fingers into her over and over, curling them to reach her sweet spot. She moaned loudly when I rubbed my thumb against her clit, nearly jumping out of her sexy heels. I grinned; this was going to be easy. As I applied a little more pressure, I could feel her insides begin to tighten. She was panting and moaning, her face the picture of the sweetest torture I had ever seen. I pressed my lips tightly to hers just as her orgasm exploded within her, stifling her scream. My fingers inside her were squeezed tightly, her body shuddering as she held on to me for support. I continued to stroke her clit softly as she came down. When Kate lowered her forehead to my chest with a sigh, I removed my hand from under her dress and smiled at her while she straightened herself out.
“Oh my God, Sir, that was amazing,” she said on a sigh. She placed her hands on my chest, grabbing the lapels on my jacket to pull me to her, and kissed me hard, opening her mouth to me when I teased her lips with my tongue. The kiss intensified as she molded her body against me, my cock pressing against her, torturing me. I pressed her back against the wall, needing and wanting her to give me release. Kate pushed back, moving away from the wall, turning me and pushing me back between the coats. I rarely let women take any kind of control; it was a strange feeling, and not one I cared to experience often, but strangely, with Kate, it still turned me on. I groaned as her hand grazed my pants while reaching for my belt, my cock twitching noticeably. I was about to push her to her knees, when from the coat-check door, someone loudly cleared their throat.
“Um, Kate, everything okay in here?” I glanced toward the door, irritated at the interruption, and caught a glimpse of the girl with the short black hair that Liam had been dancing with.
From where we were, we were almost completely unseen, so I figured that her friend had probably watched Kate come in here with me.
I looked at Kate. “My friend,” she whispered apologetically. She pushed me away slightly as she answered her friend. “Everything is good, Jen. I’ll be out in a minute, okay?”
Jen laughed. “Sure. I was just going to suggest we get going. It’s late, and I know you didn’t want to be here in the first place. I’ll meet you out front. Take your time.” With a giggle, she left the room.
Kate took a deep breath, seemingly unsure what to do. I liked that she was conflicted: leave with her friend or stay here with me. Sighing reluctantly, I decided to make the choice for her. I took a step away from Kate and adjusted myself in an attempt to hide the raging hard-on I was sporting. “You had better not keep your friend waiting,” I told her gruffly. “Thanks for the romp in the closet, Kate. It was fun.”
Why did she look hurt that I was letting her go? Moreover, why did I feel like I didn’t want to her to leave? Kate looked at me for a moment before she straightened herself out
, turned, and walked out the door without another word.
As I stood there looking at the empty doorway, thoughts began to trickle into my mind. Maybe she would be up for another round with me, at my club. Could she really handle all that it would entail? But that might form an attachment for her, and I definitely didn’t need that shit. She had potential though, that I was sure of. And that body… Fuck, I just wanted to be inside her.
I recklessly decided then and there to break my own rules, and sprinted out of the coat-check in hopes of catching Kate before she left the club. I caught up to her right outside the front door.
“Kate,” I called out to her. She turned, surprised to see me standing there. Pulled her away from her friend at an attempt at some privacy, I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Might you be interested in another evening with me, uninterrupted this time?”
“I thought you didn’t want more than just tonight?” she replied questioningly.
I nodded. “I know, and I meant what I said, but I’d like a chance to finish what we started, to fully give you what I promised, to make you feel like you haven’t before, but this time, in a more fitting setting.”
Kate blushed. “Honestly, you’ve already succeeded in that mission, Sir.”
I chuckled. “Oh, Kate, you haven’t seen anything yet. Please say yes. My cock hasn’t ever wanted anyone so badly.”
This time, it was Kate’s turn to laugh. She pondered for minute and then nodded. “Okay. I do feel bad about the one-sided closet romp.”
I smiled and handed her my phone “Don’t worry about that. Give your number, and I’ll text you.” She looked at me skeptically, so I grabbed her phone and quickly entered my number and labeled it Sir. “As I said, I will text you in a couple days to set up our next meeting.” I turned and walked away a few steps before glancing back. “Oh, and Kate, hang on to that mask. I’ll be wearing mine. There is something appealing about this element of mystery, isn’t there?”
“Yes, Sir!” Kate replied with cheeky little smile and a saucy salute.
I watched her join her friend in a waiting cab and drive away. This woman was going to be trouble.
I returned to the club, my dick still hard as a rock, but I couldn’t seem to get my mind off of Kate. I shook my head in disbelief; it wasn’t often, or ever in fact, that I found myself left in this predicament. Knowing Liam was probably long gone by now, I returned to the coat-check to retrieve my coat. At the counter, the pink pixie girl stood with a shit-eating grin on her face.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
She giggled. “I know what you were doing in there,” she said, pointing to where I had just been moments ago with Kate. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be so risqué.”
I shook my head. The girl looked like she was still in high school. “Unfortunately, Pink, you are going to have to keep wondering.”
I handed her my ticket, and with a frown, she disappeared among the coats. When she returned, she attempted to entice me with sultry bedroom eyes. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to have a little extra fun?
The combination of the girl’s over-eagerness and the vivid image of Kate as she came was enough to turn me off. “No thanks.”
I exited the club and sank into a waiting cab. Leaning my head back and closing my eyes, further visions of Kate ran through my mind. What about this woman was so captivating? Whatever it was, I knew I wouldn’t be right until I could get her out of my system.
I rummaged through my suitcase of clothes, tossing items away that weren’t to be a part of the perfect outfit for my first day. I was a complete nervous wreck, and who could blame me? New city, new apartment, new job. I’d arrived in Toronto only three nights before with nothing but a suitcase. Friday night had been spent sitting alone in an empty apartment eating take-out. I had finally fallen asleep uncomfortably on the floor, my folded jacket serving as a pillow. Saturday, I had spent the day with my best friend Jen, who somehow talked me into going out to some masquerade party.
It was there where I had completely lost my mind and had received the best orgasm of my life at the hands of a perfect stranger, who just so happened to want to have a repeat performance. The thought of Saturday night still sent chills down my spine. I don’t know what had come over me, but it was the most erotic moment I had experienced in a long time, maybe ever. He was a seriously hot piece of man, from the very little I could see with that mask he wore, and he completely took over and left me wanting more. On the other hand, he quickly and easily dismissed me the moment Jen showed up. He did warn me that he was only in it for the sex, but that hadn’t even happened.
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, still not able to believe I had even let it go that far. But there was something about him, something I couldn’t put my finger on. I would never admit it aloud, but I had been slightly disappointed as I left the club. That is, until he followed me outside.
I wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into by agreeing to see this stranger again, but it excited me in ways I hadn’t ever been before.
Sunday, while nursing a lovely hangover and completely avoiding Jen’s phone calls, the movers finally arrived with the entirety of my belongings, not that there was much. I had already gotten the third degree from Jen on the way home from the club, but I managed to avoid giving her all the details and really wasn’t in the mood to deal with her again just yet. As a result of the pounding in my head, my apartment definitely remained in a sad state, a problem that I would work tirelessly to remedy as soon as I got home from my first day at my new job.
My apartment was nothing to be too proud of. It was located in what was probably one of the oldest buildings in the area, and was pretty run down, but it was cheap and was the only apartment I had been able to find on short notice. Besides, the location was great; it was only a few blocks away from my new job. And by a few blocks, I mean it was more like thirteen blocks, but who was counting anyway. I guess it was a good thing that I liked to walk. My living space itself was pretty small. The apartment had only one-bedroom, an eat-in kitchen, and small living room. It was also in desperate need of a paint job, something nice and bright to lighten up the space, but that was a job that was too daunting for me to even consider at the moment.
I returned my attention to the task at hand, randomly choosing a shirt and dress pants, and just as quickly dismissing those items with a wrinkle of my nose. That was definitely not the right outfit.
At five foot six, I saw myself as pretty average in the beauty department. Jen would slap me if she heard me ever say that out loud. She had spent the past twenty years trying to convince me that I was a knockout; maybe I was just being overly critical, but most women are. It wasn’t as though I didn’t like myself or anything. I had long, wavy hair that was a natural, rich mahogany color, my striking dark brown eyes had flecks of gold in them, and I had been blessed with a trim waist and long toned legs. Men did tend to take a look when I walked by, a fact Jen made sure I took notice of, but I didn’t want to be noticed. I was 25 years old and had been noticed enough, thank you very much.
I missed aspects of my former life from that small town in Alberta where I had grown up. I used to spend long amounts of time hiking. God, I loved hiking. There was this extreme satisfaction I got after each tough hike. Sadly, that was before everything changed and I had made the decision to move here.
Initially, I heard about the job opening from Jen. She knew I had been looking to make a change, so she was the one who encouraged and pushed me to submit my resume. Hyde Advertising Industries, from what I understood, was highly praised for its growing clientele due to their edgy and current campaigns. Additionally, I did a little research about the boss, Mr. Benjamin Hyde, who was portrayed as a powerhouse of a man with immense drive and determination. A late night Google search created some doubt within me as to whether or not I would want to go through with an interview if it was offered to me, no matter now long of a shot it was. Mr. Hyde was hot! Not
just hot, no, he was panty-melting, smoldering, turn-you-into-a-puddle hot. I wasn’t sure I would be able to deal with that.
I told myself that there were probably hundreds of applicants and I wouldn’t hear back from them anyway. Surprisingly, though, I received a call from Mr. Hyde’s office just two days later, requesting a telephone interview. It took them a week to get back to me after that, and I, by that point, had been so convinced that the position had been filled that when they offered me the job, I had to pinch myself to check if I was dreaming. Pushing away all my reservations, I immediately began packing up all my stuff from my parents’ house. And a week and a half later, without a second look back, I was in Toronto, staring down at my clothes in bewilderment.
I needed this to be perfect. I needed to be perfect. Whatever it took, I couldn’t have my new boss regretting hiring me. I needed this job. I took a deep breath and sighed, deciding on my black pencil skirt and a frilly pale pink blouse with a high neck and a deep V that gave me just the right amount of cleavage. I pinned my hair up off my neck into a messy French twist and slipped on a pair of medium-height black suede pumps with a little bow on the side.
Glancing at the clock told me it was just six-thirty am. I was going to be so early. Ah well, arriving early was better than pacing in the apartment, and I could take the time to get myself settled. I grabbed my coat and headed into the early morning chill of the autumn day. At a brisk pace, I walked my way to the office in the middle of downtown Toronto.
Bored. Restless. Frustrated. All words effectively described the internal struggle of my mind. I sat behind a large dark-stained oak desk with ornate engravings around the three sides, my back facing one of the two floor-to-ceiling glass walls. My desk sat along one end of the long corner office that overlooked the city. Opposite my desk and across the room stood two doors -- one to an adjoining office and the other to a lavish personal washroom, shared between the two offices. In between the two ends of the room was a clean sitting area, furnished with a grey suede couch and three turquoise sixties-inspired chairs.
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