Into The Woods (Dark Fairy tales), page 3
Sutton’s mouth flew open as Maddox pulled her to the seat. There, behind the glass, was a couple having full-on sex. Happy medium, Sutton thought, remembering the bartender’s warning. The couple went at it as if they were the only two in the room. Maybe they think they are, Sutton wondered to herself. Did they know they were putting on a show? She quickly pushed the naïve thought out of her head. Of course they do. They’re probably hookers like Fiona wants me to be, Sutton thought, as she watched the lovers.
Sutton’s stomach suddenly began to knot. Did Maddox think she was a hooker? That she was like a number of other girls in this club? Her mind flew back to the couple on the third floor. The woman was probably a hooker too. Is that what Fiona wanted her to see? Did she want her to see her band of merry hookers walking around the club putting on shows for rich platinum members like Maddox?
Sutton began to feel uncomfortable with the handsome stranger. Her first instinct was to bolt out of the room; however, all of this was lost as soon as she felt his hand on her thigh. Maddox’s slowly creeping hand sent shots of excitement through her body. She wanted to make him stop, but found she was like melting butter under his hot touch.
In a bold move surprising even to herself, Sutton opened her legs wider, letting him have better access. What are you doing, Sutton, this man thinks you’re a hooker! She screamed inside her head as her body gave way to his touch. Her body refused to heed her lecture, as she opened her legs wider to his probing fingers. Maddox’s soft touch caressed her panties, making her grow needy and wet with each stroke.
Sutton let out a soft whimper as her head fell back in anticipation. Maddox brushed his other hand against her face before pulling her in for a passionate kiss. It was over. Sutton’s will broke as she let Maddox’s hand slip into her panties. His soft circling of her clit drove waves of ecstasy through her head. The only thought she could hold was that of being pleasured by such an intoxicating stranger.
Maddox’s more than skilled fingers dipped inside her then slid back to place small, calculated circles on her tip. His other hand caressed her erect nipples through her dress. Sutton’s cries increased, blending with those of the couple behind the glass. She could feel her orgasm building as his touch and the couple’s moans fueled her desire. In a hard scream she came against his hands, jerking stiff and then relaxing.
Sutton’s head spun, as she came back to reality. She looked straight ahead. The couple was finished and held each other in an intimate embrace. Her attention turned to Maddox. One of his hands was still caressing her nipple while the other lay in her wetness. She stilled and stared at the stoic man next to her.
What do I do? she wondered wildly.
Maddox pulled his hand out of Sutton’s panties. In a quick motion he brought her into a deep passionate kiss. “Just breathe,” Maddox whispered against her lips.
“I…I…I’ve never done anything like that before,” Sutton whispered breathlessly.
“Sometimes it’s fun to give in. To try something new.”
Sutton felt her lips quirk up into a smile at his words. “That was certainly a first for me.”
“So, tell me, Sutton, are there any other firsts you want to try?” Maddox asked, as he placed kisses on her neck.
Sutton’s body went stiff, as reality washed over her. “I should go,” she said, jumping up abruptly and rushing out the room.
In a fast sprint Sutton hurried to the elevator. She didn’t know why she was rushing. All she knew was that she had to get away. She had to leave the magnetic man who had made her come at his very touch. The man who was making her want to rip off her clothes and be the next show behind the glass wall. The man who thought that she was a hooker.
Sutton entered the elevator and slid her card into the slot. She hit the first floor button and the car went into motion. Was that what Fiona wanted her to see? As titillating as it was, it wasn’t something she could do. She could never just have sex with random men, let alone for money. Her mind flashed back to Maddox. Damn, why couldn’t she have met him under normal circumstances? Under normal circumstances she would have falling for him.
The elevator doors flew open, and Sutton rushed to the exit. She stopped at the large bouncer standing outside. “Miss Woods said to give you this.” Sutton handed him the black card.
The bouncer took the card and motioned for her to wait. He walked into the building and then reappeared with a black folder. “Miss Woods said that everything you needed is inside this folder.”
Sutton took the folder just as her car pulled up. She hopped in and threw the it on the passenger side as she took off down the dark street.
Chapter Four
Curiosity killed the cat—well, in Sutton’s case it made her come harder than she ever had in her life. It been two days since she ventured to the Onyx Woods, and she couldn’t get it out of her mind. The sex on display, Fiona, Maddox, and that damn folder were driving her mad. She had thought that once she drove away from the club she would be done with it: done with the whole night when she was offered a job as a hooker—and then let a complete stranger touch her while watching live-action porn.
However, she couldn’t get the place out of her mind. She had no desire to be a hooker…call girl…prostitute…whatever, she thought angrily. The whole idea of sex for money was disgusting. She did, however, like the idea of being able to express her sexual needs. In the few stolen moments she’d spent with Maddox she was in a place she’d never been. Sex wasn’t something mundane and boring, but exciting and even dangerous. The idea that anyone would have walked in on her and Maddox was what made the climax so strong.
I’m not a freak; she scolded herself, as she stared at the black folder resting on her bed. I don’t get down with public sex, kinky sex, or paid sex. I’m not that kind of girl.
It was true. She wasn’t that kind of girl. She wanted a nice boyfriend and a normal relationship. She wanted to be in love. At least, that’s what she’d thought she wanted. After all, wasn’t that what every woman wanted? Sutton wasn’t quite sure. She did know that she didn’t want to be a hooker or some kinky freak. So then why can’t I let this go? Sutton wondered angrily, as she stared at the folder.
“Sutton!” her grandmother Lorna called.
Sutton jumped to attention and rushed downstairs to the kitchen. “Yes, ma’am?”
“I was wondering if you were going to spend all day in your room. I mean, it’s close to noon and you’re still in your pajamas,” her grandmother lectured.
“I was just about to get dressed and go to Mel’s.”
“What did you do last night?” Lorna asked, as she sipped her tea.
“Umm…just spent the night reading. Nothing special,” Sutton replied nervously.
Lorna studied Sutton’s face. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked, suspiciously. “Why do you look so…I don’t know, but something don’t seem right.”
“Oh, Granny, there’s nothing wrong with me.” Sutton gave her grandmother a kiss and rushed back to her room.
She began to dress, pulling on a white shirt, jeans, and her black Converses. She shoved her books, a few magazines, and her laptop into her backpack. Her Aunt Melanie’s salon was her normal hangout on the days she didn’t have class or work at the restaurant. She would answer phones, do shampoos, and clean up. In exchange, her aunt would give her a few bucks to put toward the moving-out fund. Mel, too, had once lived with Lorna Ryder, so she threw as much work as she could to her niece.
Sutton picked up the black folder. She quickly decided to take it with her. Her grandmother didn’t believe in privacy. Even though Sutton was twenty-one, Lorna still treated her like the eight year old child that social services had brought to her door. Sutton didn’t know what was in the folder, but assumed that it wasn’t something she wanted her grandma to know about. She closed her bag and rushed out the door. Going to work was just what she needed to get her mind off the club and sex.
***
“Then he put it down so damn hard I thought my back was going to break.” A patron getting her hair relaxed regaled the group by telling about her latest date. All the women in the large salon burst into laughter.
“Ladies, my niece is here. Can you please cool it on the sex talk?” Melanie warned her customers, as she gave Sutton a smile.
“Oh, please. That girl is twenty-one! She knows what sex is,” Fatima, a short-haired beautician teased. “Hell, she’s probably having more of it then us old married ladies.”
“Sutton is a good girl. She’s about to graduate from college. My baby is going to have a career. Be a big wig in ATL,” Melanie boasted, as she applied dye to her customer’s hair. “She ain’t got time for all that.”
Sutton kept to her sweeping and didn’t say a word. The last thing she wanted to do was discuss her sex life with her aunt and a room full of women who were basically like her aunts. Sutton had spent most of her time at the salon since she was old enough to sweep a floor. Since her grandmother was a nurse, she’d found herself spending afternoons and weekends with her aunt and her staff. The salon became her favorite place, with each stylist having her own unique place in her heart.
The colorful conversation was a norm for them. With the exception of Mike, the barber, the place was mostly women. Mike stayed in the front of the salon, not quite in earshot of the cackling brood making nasty jokes in the back. It often amused Sutton how the roles were reversed.
Sutton looked at her smiling aunt. The brown-skinned woman was thin, but curvy, with her long black hair perfectly curled and coifed. She loved her aunt like a mother. In a way Aunt Mel was the only mother she’d had. Sutton’s mother and father had died when she was eight. She was then sent to live with her father’s mother. Though her grandmother loved her, she was very strict. The time she spent with Melanie was what she imagined it would be like to spend with a mother. She always knew she could come to Mel with her problems, and Mel wouldn’t judge her—or, more importantly, tell her grandmother.
“Whatever, Mel. We all know college girls get dirty. Ain’t that right, Sutton?” Fatima asked, as she and all the ladies looked to her.
“I wouldn’t know. I only go to class and work,” Sutton replied meekly, as she began to gather the hair into the dustpan.
“You know good and well that my mother isn’t letting Sutton go wild. None of this matters, because my baby is a good girl,” Melanie defended.
“Will you stop calling her a baby? Sutton’s a grown-ass women who has probably seen her fair share of a certain male appendage, ain’t that right Sutton?” Fatima asked, as all the ladies burst into laughter.
Sutton hurried to the front of the shop. She smiled in embarrassment at Mike, who was now privy to the loud conversation from the back. Sutton plopped down behind the reception desk and opened her book. She needed something to get her mind off the large amounts of sex that everyone seemed to be throwing at her. Just as she became lost in her story, a familiar voice brought her back to reality.
“I have a one o’clock with Mike.” The velvety bass cut into Sutton’s thoughts.
Sutton looked up from her book and found she was staring into Maddox’s piercing eyes and sparkling smile. “Umm…” was all she was able to mutter.
“Mad man, come on back,” Mike greeted Maddox, as he led him to his chair.
Sutton turned and watched Maddox. He reclined his large frame into Mike’s chair as Mike began to trim his already immaculate hair. Sutton felt herself stop breathing as she watched the two men from the vantage of the reception station. She couldn’t believe she was looking at the man who had touched her so publicly. She thought that after she ran out of the club she would never see him again. Yet here he was, in jeans and a form-fitting baby blue polo. He looked just as good as the night she’d let him take her to a place she’d never been. Sutton licked her lips at the thought. Her stomach clenched, and she felt herself get hot.
“Sutton!” Melanie called.
Sutton spun around. She’d been so engrossed with sneaking peeks of Maddox and reliving their night, she hadn’t even noticed that Melanie was now at the reception desk. “Ye…yes?” Sutton stuttered, as she tried to regain her composure.
“I got a shampoo for you. What are you looking at?” Melanie asked, as she peeked in the direction where Sutton was staring. “Oh…Maddox Hunter. He’s quite the sexy male specimen isn’t he?”
“I wasn’t looking at him,” Sutton covered.
Melanie studied her niece’s nervous face. “I’m sure you weren’t.”
“Who is he anyway?”
“All I know is that he’s Mike’s friend and some big-time lawyer. Now, if you’re done drooling over the customers, can you please get back to work?” Melanie teased, before she sauntered back to her station.
Sutton took one last look. The idea of knowing the mystery man from the forbidden place was intriguing. Naughty possibilities rushed through her mind as she hurried past Maddox and to the sinks in the back of the salon.
***
Sutton felt her body grow hot as Maddox slowly ran his fingers over her bare skin. Shots of electricity ran through her as the anticipation built. Maddox’s skilled fingers reached her wetness. With a playful caress, he placed small circles around her clit. Sutton moaned as pleasure washed over her and the sweet sensation of Maddox’s hungry mouth on her sex overtook her weakening senses. The long lashes of his tongue brought her closer to breaking apart.
Just as Sutton felt she could take no more, Maddox entered her. His length filled her sex to the edge, causing Sutton to writhe about the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. The slow blows of his powerful manhood drove her insane. This wasn’t like any sex she’d had before. In a brash move, Sutton pushed him to the bed and mounted him hard.
Popping her hips, she laid powerful blows on his body. Maddox rubbed his thumbs against her nipples, sending waves of heat through her body. Sutton moved her hand down to her wetness and began to massage small circles onto her tip. She looked into Maddox’s eyes and was met with burning passion. Sutton smiled at the thought that her body was pleasing him; smiled at the thought that her body was inflicting pleasure and excitement on a man as virile and strong as Maddox.
Sutton quickened her speed and felt her walls began to break. Her release was imminent, and judging from Maddox’s deep moaning his wasn’t too far behind. Sutton closed her eyes tightly and took in Maddox’s matching pumps. His hands traveled the length of her body before returning to her breasts. Sutton let out a boisterous scream as she became flooded with her glorious orgasm. With a roaring cry Maddox’s body stiffened as he released himself deep inside Sutton.
Sutton couldn’t move. She sat mounted atop Maddox and reveled in the pleasure that was still washing through her body. Maddox pulled himself from the bed and wrapped his arms around her body. Sutton pulled him tighter into her embrace. His touch, his kiss recharged her want. She wanted more. She needed more.
“You’re a goddess,” Maddox whispered, as he kissed her body.
Sutton felt a hand running through her hair. The hand was small and soft, the touch quite unlike the forceful touches that Maddox gave her. She turned and stared at Fiona, who stood next to the bed, gently stroking Sutton’s hair and smiling approvingly.
“See, little girl? I told you that you had to experience it for yourself. You’ve done well,” Fiona purred, as she slowly ran her hand through Sutton’s hair. “Now, are you ready for the next level?”
Sutton shot up from her bed in a cold sweat. “Shit, that felt so real,” she murmured, softly wiping the sweat from her brow. Sutton collapsed back onto the bed placing her hand on her racing heart. What was that, she wondered, as she tried to calm her breathing. She ran her fingers from her heart down to her sex. She was wet; wetter than she’d ever been before. Sutton sat up; there was no sleeping after that.
The dream felt real, and in a way she could still feel Maddox’s hands on her body. She could still feel the climax he inflicted. The dream was vivid and exciting. Sutton felt goose bumps form on her arm. How can a dream get me so hot? she wondered. How can a dream feel so real? She didn’t know if it was Maddox who turned her on, or the idea of taking what she wanted. She was never an assertive person. This was especially true when it came to men. Yet in her dream she took charge. She’d demanded of his body and controlled her own. She’d claimed her orgasm.
The thought brought a smile to Sutton’s lips. All the sex she’d ever had was missionary, and the man was always in control. However, her dream…that dream was different from what she was used to and that on its own was exciting. You’re a goddess, she thought playfully remembering Maddox’s dream words. Goddess and Sutton were two words she never thought she’d hear together. Yet the very idea made her feel strong; made her feel a wave of confidence running through her still-vibrating body. Okay, Sutton thought, surrendering to curiosity, I have to see what’s in this folder.
