“There is something about the high of this place,” I whisper against her neck. “The smell of arousal, the sound of a whip or flogger hitting bare, exposed, and willing flesh mixed with the cries of pleasure and sexual release . . . It can be addicting immediately. It can suck you in and make this addiction stronger than any drug on the street.”
I lean back and look her in the eyes. She looks down, and I lift her chin up so her eyes are focused on me again.
“I’m nothing like these men, angel. I won’t deny you a release just to build you up. I won’t tell you not to look me in the eyes, because when my cock is in this mouth, between your legs, or buried in your ass, I want to see what it does to you. I want to see you on your knees, choking on me because you can’t help trying to take me all in, because you’re so hungry for my cock. I want to see you when I am hovering above you, feeding your little cunt male fucking perfection inch by inch. I want you looking over your shoulder as I start out slowly, rubbing the head of my dick around your rim before ramming it inside of your hot, little ass, making you scream because you’re sure I have torn you in two. Then I’ll rock in and out with ease as you dig deep inside of you, allowing yourself to feel the pleasure it will bring you.”
Her mouth opens and closes a few times like she can’t find words. When I place my finger on her lower lip and brush it back and forth, she glances sideways then back at me.
“You see something else you want? I’m not a fucking silver medalist, angel. I’m a gold. If you see something better, go for it.” I push her hips so she steps back. “I’m no one’s second choice.”
She glances around again then steps into me.
“Change your mind?”
She nods.
I’m pissed. This little bitch isn’t gonna play games with me. She can work for it. She may have the eyes of an angel, but she was right when she said she was nobody’s. Well, for tonight, she’s going to be mine.
“You’re gonna have to prove it.” I take her hand and place it on my erection. “Unbutton me.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, but she doesn’t pull her hand away. When she opens her eyes, she is feisty and full of fire, and I am no less turned on.
I reach up and yank her blouse so the buttons pop off, and she gasps. Then I unclasp her front closure bra so her tits are now exposed. Her eyes shift down, so I lift her chin again.
“Eyes on me.”
She looks up.
“Get to work.”
Her eyes narrow, and then she quickly unbuttons my pants.
“Now—”
I stop when she pulls my dick out and grips it firmly, her eyes still on mine.
“I’m in control here, angel.” I give her the same look back. “Now, on your knees, looking up at me with your mouth full of cock. Show me who owns you tonight.”
Her grip tightens as she glares at me.
I hiss because it feels fucking good, and her eyes flutter. Desire.
“That’s a good girl. Now suck my cock.”
She kneels down, and I slide to the end of the barstool, pushing my pants down as her hot little tongue flicks across my head.
“That’s it, angel. Eyes.”
Her other hand reaches up and cups my balls as she runs her tongue down my shaft.
“If I wanted to be teased, I’d be wearing leather, ass-less chaps. Suck my cock now.”
She sucks hard. Her cheeks hollow out, but she doesn’t choke like most women. There is a challenge in her stare. She wants to give in, but she desires to hold back. Push and pull, it’s a dangerous game she plays.
While she works me with her mouth and hand, I close my eyes and let my mind turn off. That’s what I came here for: escape, release. When shit with Missy got to be too much, I would come here to get away from it all.
The concussion really fucked with me, because the eyes staring up at me as she licks the head of my cock are the same blue eyes I woke up to in the hospital.
I almost dare myself to ask her name, but I don’t. The Den isn’t a place for names, only memories.
Just as my balls tingle and tighten, she pops off with a smile. Standing up, she shimmies over my rock-hard cock. The sensitive end pulses with need for her to finish the job.
“Games are not smart to play in a place like this, angel.”
Her eyes never leaving mine, she challenges, “I’m no one’s angel.”
“So you continue to say.” Leaning down, I pull up my pants before taking her by the hand and guiding her to a corner wall on the far side. “What are you here for?”