“You need another one?” someone asks.
Startled, I shift my eyes away from that man.
“Huh?”
Standing by the table, Scottie motions to the glass.
“No. I’m good,” I say, looking around.
The bar is half empty.
I whip my eyes to my phone, check the time and raise my eyes to the bartender.
“Listen... Do you know this guy by any chance?” I ask, moving my head to the side and pointing to the window.
“What guy?” he asks, glancing at the street.
I shift my eyes to the window.
The sidewalk is empty, a black car gliding away.
4
SENNA
Blindfolded,with my hands and ankles tied, I rattle the chair.
He grabs the back of my hair, bends over, and growls in my ear.
“Sit tight, for fuck’s sake.”
My hair bristles while twisted pleasure rams through me.
He straightens his back, his heat rolling over me, the scent of his cum drifting to me.
The chair I sit on is wedged between his legs.
With his feet planted on the floor on either side of me, and his groin positioned in front of my face, I can smell and almost taste him.
His hard-on brushes my lips, needing access to my mouth.
I keep it closed while he brushes my lips with his thumb.
“Open your fucking mouth,” he says, his voice abrasive, his touch rough.
I unclench my teeth, and his callous thumb sweeps my tongue before his cock slides between my lips, filling my mouth.
A hand clutches the back of my head, the other cupping my face.
I swirl my tongue around him, his taste and smell hitting my nerve endings fast, pleasure surging through me.
I take him in deeper before bobbing my head and rolling my lips.
“See... You fucking like it,” he says in a low, husky tone. “Do it now,” he orders, his voice losing its raw edge, becoming clearer.
Even tender.
His moves are softer, too, as he gently guides my head.