by Amy Marie
I’ve lived a lonely existence, alone in this tower my entire life. Mother is seldom here but her rules are strict and must be followed. The only freedom she’s ever given me was dance. After years of begging and begging, when I turned ten, she finally allowed me to begin taking ballroom dance lessons here in my suite. Mother selected Ms. Melody to provide my lessons. She was a professional dancer and performer. Mother limited my dancing to the waltz and foxtrot. Ms. Melody is the one who introduced me to her niece, Raquel, after a few years of dancing. Somehow, Ms. Melody was able to talk mother into allowing her to join me for dance lessons three days a week. The only interaction I had before Melody and Raquel was from my homeschool instructor and the servant who prepared my meals and cleaned my room. I’ve had no access to anything beyond these walls. What I do have, though, is full access to the view of the strip. The lights. The people. The vibe.
Mother forbids me from leaving this suite and I’ve always feared the consequences if I didn’t do as I was told.
Raquel snaps me out of my reverie once we reach my door. “How are you doing?” She asks, concern etched on her face.
I shrug. “Once I know we’re back safely, I’ll feel much better.”
She shakes her head ruefully. “This really is a form of abuse, you know. You’ll be twenty-one in two days. You need to explore the world outside of your suite and live your life. Not the life she has planned for you.”
She’s upset and she has every right to be. “You’re right. She’s scared. She’s afraid of what will happen to me out there in Sin City. She put the fear of god into me, telling me men only want one thing from me.”
“Bullshit!” Raquel exclaims. “She’s controlled you your entire life. If tonight taught you anything, it’s that you’re in control. What you did tonight was amazing and beautiful. It took guts. You were confident and beautiful, and I am so damned proud of you. Decide what you want for your life and execute a plan. Either stay here in fear or go out and explore. It’s up to you, Zelle. I hope you choose for you.”
“Do you know why I was crying when I came offstage? They were tears of pride. Never in a million years have I felt the amount of power I had on that stage. I felt so connected to that man I couldn’t look away from him. There was something there with him. I should feel ashamed for making myself cum on stage like I did, but I loved how it made me feel. It was euphoric. I felt alive, my body buzzed, and it’s something I want to experience again and again. Do you know that I’ve never felt the touch of anyone’s hand other than my own? I imagined it was his hand touching me tonight onstage, and I think I need that to give me life. After I got up off the floor, I was so disappointed to see he had left. Is that stupid?” I ask her.
“No, Z. You deserve everything. Freedom. Independence. Love. I want all of that for you.” She says, blinking back tears. “I want to help you create that for yourself. You can’t live the rest of your life with a vibrator in your drawer named Rascal.” she laughs.
“Shut the fuck up! I love Rascal.” After a beat, we both break into hysterics. “Best. Gift. Ever.” I manage to mutter through the laughter.
Chapter 3
Best Day Of My Life – American Authors
After Raquel lets herself out, I take off my wig and makeup while I stare out the window overlooking the strip. So much light and life happens below. It’s a beautiful sight and I long for the day that I can be a part of it.
I replay my conversation with Raquel. I want my freedom but I’m not sure how to go about getting it. I need to devise a plan. I can’t let mother’s words of sin and men win. I have to stay strong.
While I braid my long blonde locks over my shoulder, my mind wanders to the mystery man at the club. He was so fucking sexy and watching him rub himself through his slacks made me slick with desire. I can’t believe I had the power to make a man like him weak with want. I’m not sure why I was disappointed that he left after my performance. Mother wouldn’t approve of a relationship with him, or any man for that matter.
He was sitting there sipping his drink when our eyes locked. I have no idea his name or how tall he is, but his stare will forever be seared into my memory. I feel myself becoming aroused just thinking about him. My nipples become hard and my pussy wet with desire. I walk into my room and grab Rascal. I strip off my jeans, leaving me in my leather bra and panties. I walk back into the living room and imagine my mystery man’s hands caressing my body as I make myself comfortable on the couch. I don’t even bother taking off my panties. I turn Rascal on and slowly begin rubbing my vibrator up and down my slit, imagining his tattooed hand stroking me and pressing his thick finger into my pussy. My nipples beg to be touched, so I lift a breast out of its cup, tugging and twisting my nipple which sends zings right to my clit. The ache in my pussy is too much to ignore.
I press Rascal over my core and move my panties aside to massage my clit in small circles. The feeling is so good I give into the sensation and moan loudly, slowly dipping my vibrator in and out. My hips move in sync with my hand. My body tenses, the orgasm building steadily. I throw my head back on the couch’s arm, pleasure floods my body. I can barely breathe. Then suddenly...
There’s a knock on my fucking door.
“The fuck!?” I shout in response. There is never an unannounced visitor at my penthouse. Ever. I hop off the couch and pull on my leather jacket to cover myself as I quietly rush to the door. Armed with Rascal and ready to defend myself, I peek out the peephole. I frantically try to calm my erratic breathing. Who could be at my door? As I peak through the tiny hole, I see whiskey colored eyes staring back at me. “I know you’re there, Z, I can see you.” His voice is deep and dominant. “I had to find you.
“Step away from the door,” I demand. He steps back so I can take him in. He’s so sexy. He’s likely in his late twenties. Tall. Man is he tall. His hair is more disheveled than earlier. Same piercing eyes. I assess him from head to toe. He’s wearing the same shirt, but he’s changed into a pair of jeans. His hands are stuffed into his pockets, but I notice his forearms are strong and veined, as well as the Rolex on his wrist. I take a deep breath before responding. “How did you find me? What do you want?”
“I can’t stop thinking about your dance and the fire in your eyes as you made yourself cum on stage. I had to find you. One of the dancers told me they saw your elevator stop at the penthouse, but I would have searched this entire tower. I can’t shake the image of you.”
My breath hitches, “Then why leave? I didn’t see you after my performance.”
“I didn’t leave. I was in the bathroom because I’m a grown ass man who shot a wad in his pants during that sexy performance. Fuck! My balls ached watching you dance. My cock was rock hard, and I fucking lost it right in the middle of the club. I was hoping you’d still be there when I returned.”
“I’m not who you think I am.” I reply, scared yet excited about the possibilities.
“Then why don’t you open the door and tell me exactly who you are. The ball is in your court, baby girl.”
Chapter 4
Body Party – Ciara
I lift my head away from the door and hold my breath as I begin to twist the deadbolt. I turn the handle slowly and stare at the man in front of me. Every chiseled inch of him is flawless.
“Z?” I hear him say as a question. He looks a little confused but also intrigued. His eyes sweep over me, taking in the braid draped over my shoulder that reaches almost to my waist. His gaze meets mine and zeros in on my hands. His eyes widen and then his mouth quirks when he spots Rascal. He snickers, amused, but I’m mortified. I throw my vibrator across the room and it lands on my couch. The fucking thing begins vibrating after it bounces. My mystery man steps inside, throws his head back, and dies laughing.
“Motherfucker!” I shout at the top of my lungs to no one in particular. I walk to my couch and turn fucking Rascal off. “Well, you’ve seen me make myself cum so why the hell not show you my vibrator.” I’m praying for a hole to open u
p in the floor. I look down and notice my nipple is peeking out from my bra and I’m still only in a thong. “Shit.” I whisper.
“My name is Ryder. Ryder Freeman, if that helps make you more comfortable. My family’s best friends use to own Temptation Tower years ago.”
“I’m Zelle. My friend calls me Z.” I reply, feeling less embarrassed and more at ease. “Just one friend?” He says with a smirk, walking closer to me. “I heard an entire room of men and women chant Z tonight.”
He reaches for my braid and pulls me closer to him. I rest my hands on his shoulders to balance myself and his eyes darken as my breasts collide with his chest. “Ryder,” I whisper as I stare into his captivating gaze.
Ryder twists my hair around one hand as his other holds my jaw still while staring at me, searching my face. A tiny moan escapes my lips from the bite of his grip of my braid. His smell is hypnotizing. I’m lost in this moment.
“Kiss me,” I plead and he lifts me easily and takes possession of my mouth. My legs wrap around his waist. He’s nipping and biting, ruthlessly controlling the kiss. I grind myself on his cock, needing the friction on my clit. The kiss turns hungry. He backs me up against the cold window overlooking the strip. A sigh escapes me and I thread my fingers through Ryder’s hair, trying to follow his lead. Ryder breaks free from the kiss and watches in fascination as I continue to dry hump his cock. “So fucking hot, watching you lose yourself on me, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” I stop my frantic grinding at his words and look down, a little mortified I might explode at any second from just one touch. His cock is rock hard, tenting his pants and begging for relief.
Ryder lifts my chin and searches my eyes. “I want you to lose control. I want to lose control with you. I heard you in here playing with your pussy before I knocked on your door. Tell me what you were thinking about. Don’t skip one detail.” Lowering me to my feet, he says, “In fact, I want you to show me. Go sit on the couch and show me how you get yourself off.”
His eyes are hungry as he pulls me to him by my braid for a quick lick of my bottom lip. “Go. Show me, Z.” I walk to the couch and grab my vibrator before sitting down. Ryder moves the ottoman back and sits in front of me. I want to please him.
“I was thinking of you,” I whisper and turn on Rascal, slowly massaging my clit with my vibrator. I moan, “I was thinking of what your hands must feel like touching my most intimate place.” I reach for his hand and suck on his fingers. “I was thinking about your fingers dipping in and out of my sex.” I slowly begin inserting the tip of my vibrator in and out of my pussy. He groans in satisfaction. I release his hand and free my tits from my bra. I pinch my nipples as hard as I can tolerate, one at a time, and sigh in ecstasy.
“Your pussy is begging for my mouth. Tell me how much you want me to eat this sweet pussy, Z.”
“I want you to taste me, Ryder. I don’t want you to stop until my cum drips from your chin. I want to feel your tongue in me.” Ryder quickly drops to his knees. He takes the vibrator from my hand and starts fucking me with it. He stares at my pussy and then watches me fall apart. I’m lost in pleasure, and before I know it, his mouth is on my clit, flicking, sucking and licking. My body begins convulsing and I can’t control my movements. He removes the vibrator and smacks my clit twice before going back to devouring my pussy. Two thick fingers begin plunging in and out in swift rapid thrusts. “Sweetest, most responsive pussy I’ve ever tasted. Ride my tongue, Z. Let yourself lose control and fucking cum.” My body bucks and shakes and I can feel the orgasm building, so strong I can barely breathe. “Oh fuck!” I shout. “Don’t fucking stop.” Ryder looks up at me as he continues to lap heavy, rough circles over my clit, causing me to lose all control and squirt everywhere.
“Holy fuck,” he says in complete awe while my body is still twitching. He growls, “Watching you squirt is so fucking hot.”
“Your mouth and hands feel so good on my pussy.” I sigh as I unhook my bra and slowly fondle my nipples with my fingertips, still coming down from my orgasm.
Ryder licks and kisses my pussy before standing. When he does, I notice the strain of his jeans and immediately sit up and stare at him.
“Take out my cock, Z. I want to feel your hands wrapped around me.”
I run my hands up his thighs and then purposefully over his cock before unzipping his pants. He’s not wearing anything under his jeans. He’s so hard. I look up at him, unsure of what to do with the cock jutting out in front of me. I think he sees my innocence and says, “You have free rein, right now. You can do anything you want to this cock. All I need you to do is touch me. However you want.” His cock is long, thick, and weeping for me to touch him.
Without further instruction, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and slowly take him in my mouth from tip to root, gagging at the base. He growls in approval and whispers, “fuck,” like it’s a prayer. I find a rhythm that works for both of us. I love his smell and taste, and I almost cum again when he wraps his hands around my braid and begins fucking my mouth. “Take this cock like the good little girl you are. Choke on it. I’m going to cum soon but I don’t want to cum in your pretty little mouth this first time. Tell me, where do you want my cum, Zelle?”
I release his cock long enough to answer as I continue to stroke him, “Cum all over my tits, Ryder. I want every drop.” I go back to sucking his cock. His words egg me on, encouraging me while he wraps more and more of my braid around his arm. My pussy aches with want. I moan around his cock and begin to massage my clit. “That’s right, baby, I want to you come with me.” He grips my braid tightly as he pumps into me three more times before pulling from my mouth. Then he fists his cock and strokes it until hot jets of cum land all over my tits and neck. I find this so erotic it takes me completely over the edge. My orgasm rocks me to my core. “My seed looks good on you, Z.” He easily lifts me up and lays me across his chest. I instantly fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
Chapter 5
Morning – Teyana Taylor and Kehlani
I awake from the best damn dream, crying out Ryder’s name over and over. A gentle kiss on my forehead startles me and I open one eye.
“Good morning, Princess.”
“I wasn’t dreaming, was I? Last night was real.” I question.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “It was very much real, Zelle, and I’m nowhere near done with you.” Ryder leans in for a kiss and we get lost in each other.
“Why don’t we shower and clean each other up? How does that sound, Z?”
“ I like that idea. A lot.” Grabbing Ryder’s hand, I walk him into my very large master bathroom. The shower is huge and has multiple shower heads. Before turning on the shower, I stand at the sink and brush my teeth, offering Ryder a toothbrush as well. We brush our teeth in comfortable silence, stealing lust filled glances at each other in the mirror.
“Zelle, take down your hair. I want to see all of you.”
I pause for a minute, turn on the shower, and then raise my hands slowly to my head. Ryder stares at me in awe as I unwind my locks from the messy braid. My hair falls almost to mid-calf.
“You’re absolutely stunning, Z.” He runs his hands through my hair. I smile up at him, feeling a tad bit vulnerable.
Ryder takes my hand and leads me to the shower. Closing my eyes, I moan as the spray brings my body to life. “This all feels like a dream.” I look up at him. “I don’t do this. I’ve never brought a man to my suite. Last night was... well, I don’t get out much. I’ve never danced on stage before—hell, there’s a lot I’ve never done. There’s so much you don’t know about me.”
He cups my face with his hands. “And I can’t wait to get to know you. Last night you were incredible on stage. You were sexy, beautiful, confident, and a bit of a dominatrix in that leather.” He says with a smile. “You were a woman who knew what you wanted.”
“How do you see me now?” I’m almost afraid to ask. I know he wasn’t expecting to find the real me, sans wi
g and makeup.
“I see a beautiful woman. One with eyes so unique I could spend a lifetime staring into them. Your appearance is much softer with your natural hair and clean face. I love this look so much more. You’re just as passionate as the woman I saw on stage, but far more innocent. I find that intriguing and want to know all of the pieces that make you, you.”
“I know what I want,” I purr as Ryder lathers my breasts.
“Tell me, what do you want, Princess?” My nipples are puckered and aching. Ryder’s hands explore my body, dropping to my mons but not touching me where I want, where I need.
He looks at me expectantly, awaiting my answer. “I want you to fuck me.” His mouth devours mine as his finger firmly rubs my clit. Breaking the kiss, Ryder’s heated gaze searches mine. “Tell me, Zelle, are you a virgin? No one has ever been in this pussy, have they? Tell me I’m your first.” He’s slowly cups my sex, then one finger presses inside me and my eyes widen in wonder. Suddenly, two fingers dip gently in and out, working my body deliciously.
I gasp, “This pussy is all yours, Ryder.” I nip his bottom lip. “I’ve never been touched before. I want you to be my first everything. Please, show me. Teach me.” I wrap my fingers around his cock. “Take me.”
He drops to his knees and parts my sex, his penetrating stare makes me burn with want. He watches his fingers lazily glide in and out of my body. “Your sweet innocent cunt is milking my fingers, Zelle.” My sheath clenches as his thumb presses against my most sensitive spot. My body is like putty in his hands. Being on display for this man is so erotic. Moaning in ecstasy, I lean my head back onto the tile and give into the pleasure. I circle my nipples and pinch, groaning as pleasure zings straight to my clit.
