The One, page 5
He stopped right then as if he’d timed it perfectly. “Sit down, Stephanie.” He pulled out the chair I’d been leaning over and helped me sit. Sadist, he must’ve known that would hurt. “Have you eaten?” What? Is he insane? He didn’t look crazy that night or that morning either.
“When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me.”
“No, I was going to have dinner with Nat later. Where is she, by the way?”
“If I know Jaxxon, bent over somewhere getting fucked. Do you like sushi?” He just got up from the table and left me sitting there with my mouth hanging open.
He came back with an assortment of sushi rolls; thank goodness they were the cooked kind. I gestured for him to untie my hands, but he ignored me and picked up some chopsticks, and Ms. Kitty was in her element. She loves a cultured man. Me, I was in that strange place between hope and despair. I was hoping that he wasn’t crazy because my body was all for him. But his laid-back attitude and the way he bounces from one thing to another have me on the edge. It will be a real shame if he turns out to be nuts.
He dipped one of the rolls in sauce and fed it to me. Of course, some dropped on my ample tit. I cleaned it off with his finger and licked it clean. “Are you afraid of pain, Stephanie?” Dafuq, is this Norman Bates shit again?
“Ah, what do you mean?”
“Your ears, when did you get them pierced?”
“When I was a teen. Why?”
“Did it hurt?”
“Oh, that, no, it was little more than a sting.”
“Good, I want you to get your navel pierced; I think it would look good on you.”
“Me? I don’t think they make those things for fat people.” Geez, see what I mean? He’s perfect. I’ve been sitting here for what, a half-hour? And I totally forgot I was naked. Too bad he’s nuts.
“Do you find that word offensive when other people say it, Stephanie?”
“What word? Fat? Not really; it’s the truth. I mean, sometimes it hurts my feelings, sure, but you know, after you’ve heard it a thousand times, you kinda get used to it?” And why are we talking about this?
“If you don’t approve of other people saying it about you, why would you say it about yourself? Don’t do it again. I’m going to have to punish you for that.” He got up and went off somewhere. I heard water running, so he must’ve been in the bathroom.
‘Psst!’
‘Not now, Ms. Kitty.’
‘Listen here, when he comes back out here, you do whatever it takes, and I mean whatever, to get me some.
‘What’re you talking about? Are you crazy? Get you some of what? My ass is on fire as it is and who knows what else this crazy man has in store. I say let’s get the hell out of here.”
‘Nuh-uh, no way, now you listen to me. I put up with that teeny-weeny shit you saddled me with for ten years, and this is my due. Any man with that much confidence has got to be packing heat. Watch out now; here he comes.’
“Tell me, Stephanie, are you always this disruptive? This will be your third punishment this evening.” He walked over and lifted me from the chair before sitting me back in his lap, spreading my legs over his and keeping them apart.
“Now, do you know why your last punishment was harsher than the first?”
“Not really, no.” Why is it that he always happens to sit me anywhere but on his dick? I’ve been in a constant state of arousal all evening, even when I’m questioning his sanity.
“The first was an honest mistake, so I spanked you with my hand. It will sting for a bit, but the pain won’t last. I expect you to make more of those types of mistakes; you’re the type.”
“But the second was intentional and meant to get a rise out of me. That punishment’s effects will last much longer, and you will remember it and why it happened. Do not ever try to use another man against me. That’s the one boundary you’re not allowed to cross ever.”
His voice was doing something to my insides. How did I think that it was laid-back before? There was so much strength, such power in his tone; how had I missed it before? He’s like a tiger stalking his prey, ready to strike. “And now, I have to punish you yet again for insulting yourself, which is an insult to me since I’ve chosen to fuck you.”
His hand came down on my pussy in five rapid slaps. Before the last scream could die on my lips, he turned my face to his and kissed me again—another one of those soul-stealing kisses that took my breath and left me trembling on his lap. Again I was close; if he’d slapped me one more time, I would’ve cum all over his pant leg.
“Now for dessert.” He got up and walked to a refrigerator that was built into the wall, and I couldn’t see any handles or any way to get it opened. He removed a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries and placed two in the freezer before returning the rest.
He moved around the room, dimming the lights, and I remembered the window. After five minutes or so, he retrieved the berries and walked back over to the table. He pulled the other chair close and turned mine around so that I was facing him. With my hands still tied behind my back, I was afraid of topping over, but he was very careful with me.
I didn’t know what he was doing when he lifted both of my legs and planted my feet on his thighs, spreading me open to his gaze. Even in the darkened room, I could see his nostrils flare as if inhaling my scent. I felt my juices flowing and knew what he was seeing. My wet, ready pussy waiting to be drilled, hard, deep, and fast by him.
He warmed one of the chocolate-covered berries in his mouth to ease some of the chill from the freezer, then leaned over and pushed it inside of me. “Oh!” My head went back on the chair as I lifted my ass off the seat of my chair, trying to get him to shove the fruit deeper.
“Be still!” He stopped moving his hand, and I wanted to scream.
Then he started using the long stem to move the berry in and out of me, fucking me with it while his thumb played with my clit. I whimpered in my throat from the strain of not being able to move. I was creaming so much that it ran down on the chair. And just when my body tensed, ready to fly, he pulled the fruit from my pussy.
I watched through glassy eyes as he bit into the fruit, taking my essence into him, before holding it out for me to taste. As I bit into it while looking into his eyes, I knew I was in trouble.
MACE
I helped her up from the chair on wobbly legs, her eyes glazed over with lust. “You looked tired; why don’t you go to bed?” I pointed into the other room at the bed where we’d slept together that first night. She indicated her tied arms as she pouted. “Oh, yeah, I forgot.”
I took my time releasing her. My mouth teased hers as I reached around to tackle the series of knots I’d made. Her plump, firm tits pressed into my chest as I got the last knot undone, and she sighed into my mouth with relief. She shook her hands as if to bring life back into them while I knelt at her feet.
“Step in.” I held her underwear while she clutched at my shoulders and lifted her feet one at a time, then took her hand and walked her into the bedroom. I could see the confusion on her face when I tucked her in and pulled the sheet up over her before kissing her forehead.
“That’s all for tonight. I have to think about whether or not I want to give you what you want.”
I could see the questions in her eyes as I stood to walk away. Of course, she didn’t know that I’d overheard her conversation the week before about wanting to have a baby. And the truth is, until tonight, I wasn’t even aware that I was contemplating it.
A baby is the last thing on my mind. Not that I can’t afford one or don’t want any. But at thirty-eight, I think I might have given up on hearth and home. As much as I may have wanted a family in my youth, I’d never found anyone I wanted to spend my life with.
I wasn’t about to have a kid with someone I wasn’t sure about; I didn’t want my flesh and blood living in a broken home, so I’d given up on that dream. But now she makes me want again. Her actions tonight, the way she responds so beautifully, and the fact that I’d pushed so many boundaries with her and she’d accepted them all without question makes me feel like I can have it all.
It’s crazy and so outside of my comfort zone to be even thinking about this shit, and so unlike me. I don’t do things like this, especially not when it comes to relationships. I never jump right in headfirst, but something about her makes me want to let go. Maybe because I’d heard what she really thought without her knowing, she didn’t care that I was a nightclub owner, among other things, didn’t know how wealthy I was, so she wasn’t after my money.
Her confidence that night when she was talking to her friend, that’s what I want. That straightforward no holds barred attitude to go with that sexy body of hers could make a man overlook a lot of things. And now that I think about it, any woman who talks to her pussy has got to be hella funny, and I could do with some gaiety in my life.
I’d spent the better part of the last twenty years working my ass to the bone. My old man was a blue-collar worker all his life, but he didn’t let that stop him from looking ahead, especially for his kids. Growing up, we didn’t have much, just enough to make do, except when it came to anything having to do with school. Then he never held back.
I learned, along with each of my siblings when we turned eighteen, that that was because he’d been squirreling away most of the money he made from his two jobs for our future. I got a full ride to college, so he gave me mine to use as a down payment on a house or to pay for a wedding, as in my sister’s case.
Me, I used mine to open a bar with a friend in a part of town that was looking to become gentrified any second. I knew the signs from some of the places we lived as a kid before dad found steady work, and we settled down here. Some people thought it would be a waste. The previous owners had pulled out after being at the location for thirty-something years, so that must be a sign.
But I knew what I knew, and when I turned to my old man for his blessing, he told me the money was mine to do what I wanted and that he’d raised me to follow my dreams. So, I went ahead, and two years later, fresh outta college, that bar was bringing me in more money than I would’ve made had I gotten an entry-level job in my chosen career.
That same buddy and I went on to open three more bars around the area that were all doing well, along with a couple of restaurants. He settled down and had a few kids, and by the time the nightclub deal came along, his wife wanted him at home. They were making more than enough money to keep them happy for a lifetime. So I guess you can say the club is my baby.
Since I didn’t come from money, I guess I never really saw how others treated it and the people who had it. For me, money meant buying my parents a nicer house in a way better neighborhood. It meant setting up college funds for my nieces and nephews and taking the whole family on vacation twice a year.
It didn’t take me long, though, to figure out what money meant to some. To realize that some people only see dollar signs when they look at you, that you’re nothing more to some than an easier way of life. I grew pretty sordid pretty quickly and learned early on to keep my heart out of the game.
And now here she comes, confusing the hell outta me and making me think crazy thoughts. I looked back towards the bed where she laid fast asleep, wondering as a kernel of hope unfurled in my gut if she could be the one. She seems to tick all of my boxes so far. But there’s a lot that needs doing before we can go any further.
I know what she wants; I have seen a side of her that she doesn’t know I’ve seen. I’ve heard her inner thoughts about her life, the divorce, her company even, so from those little snippets, I have a pretty good idea of what she’s like. But it’s still not enough for me to so carelessly spill my seed in her without protection.
The thing is, now that the idea’s been planted in my head, that’s the only way I want to have her now. And that’s why I had to put the brakes on for tonight, that and the fact that I don’t reward bad behavior. She doesn’t strike me as the type to cheat; she’d stayed in an unfulfilled marriage for ten years and didn’t see anyone for two years while she waited for her divorce to become final, and besides, I’d heard her assessment of the guy when her friend pointed him out to her.
But she has to learn that doing things to make me jealous, even in jest, is a dangerous thing to do. Because for some reason, she’s brought that out also in me. She may not see herself as desirable, so to her, it’s a harmless joke, but to me, the man who’s had his hands on her ass and skirted around her pussy with my fingers, the man who sees past the shy need to be accepted to the feline beast hidden behind her eyes, I know just how fucking desired she is and will be once I unleash her power, once I remove the restraints in her mind and show her what she really looks like I’m gonna have a time on my hands.
I don’t share; it’s not in me. So if we go there, she’s going to have to know that all of her belongs to me. The shy, sweet girl that’s trying so hard to be brave, to hide the hurt and disappointment she feels. The sexual being that has yet to be untapped, and the powerhouse she’d one day be, will all belong to me; every facet of her being will be mine if I want it to be.
I sat at the table in front of the one-way glass window, looking out on the crowd. She’d let me undress her here, had fought her own insecurities without complaint. She’d responded well to her punishment as well, and knowing what little of her personality I do right now, there’s going to be a lot more of that in her future.
Steph
I stayed awake most of the night, trying to make sense of that whole encounter. Now, I’m not ready to give up on my crazy idea, but I also have to decide if crazy outweighs fuck hot sex because I think Ms. Kitty might be right. His sex appeal is too damn hot for him not to be packing.
Unless he’s like my ex, who knows how to fake it from watching his secret stash of porn, when I think of that, I think of the poor unsuspecting woman who’s going to end up with him because of his false façade of charm.
But no, I don’t get that feeling from Mace. He seems very intense, sure, especially when it comes to his rules, but other than that, I don’t see any similarities between him and my ex. By the time I fell asleep, I was still no closer to an answer.
I came awake slowly the next morning. Unlike the last time, I knew exactly where I was. My heart did a little blip when I found myself laying on his hard naked chest with his arms around me. What is it about a big strong man holding you against his chest that makes you feel safe?
“You’re awake!” His sexy voice rumbled from above my head. I looked up into his eyes, no shadows. He inclined his head towards the bathroom, probably remembering the last time and me covering my mouth. I climbed down off the bed, only then remembering that I was naked except for a very high-cut pair of lace flesh-colored panties.
I hightailed it into the shower, but this time I didn’t stop to have any clandestine conversations. I hopped right into the shower because between my legs was sticky. I realized as I washed myself that that was the most sexual fun I’ve ever had, and I hadn’t even cum.
I looked at my soiled underwear with disdain and snatched them up off the floor, not even tempted to put them back on. I found a robe, presumably his, that actually fit around me and pulled it on before opening the door. “I wasn’t sure how you liked it, but you look like a sugar and cream kinda girl to me.”
He passed me a cup of steaming hot coffee, and I blushed as I took it. He must think I’m a complete rube, blushing over a cup of coffee, but he can have no idea I’ve fantasized about my man bringing me coffee or anything in bed for that matter. It’s the little things for me that count the most. I despise grand gestures that have no real meaning behind them.
“I’ll be right out.” He took his coffee into the shower with him, and I hunted down my bra and dress. I was dressed by the time he was done in the shower, just sitting on the edge of his bed, worrying that I’d overstayed my welcome like the last time.
“I guess I’ll get going then.”
“Did you drive this time?”
“Um yeah, I did.”
“Wait, let me get dressed, and I’ll walk you out. I have to get home myself.”
“Home, you don’t live here?”
“It’s a bedroom and an office on top of a club, Stephanie; I’d lose my damn mind if I lived here, and I’ve lived in smaller places.”
He gave me an odd look when I stood, and I realized that the split in my dress had fallen way open and exposed Ms. Kitty in all her unshaved glory. “Oops!” I tried covering myself as he walked over to me with a stern look on his face. “Where’re your panties?”
“Oh, um, I put them in my purse; I didn’t want to put them back on because, you know.” I shrugged my shoulders.
Did he always have those specks of silver in his blue eyes? “You were gonna walk out of here with your pussy exposed in a dress that can do that?” My mouth opened, but no words came. What was he expecting me to say? Ms. Kitty perked right the hell up at his tone, and I had to bite into my lower lip to keep the moan in check.
When he wrapped his hand around my nape and pulled me to him, I figured this was the day I was going to die because my heart was knocking against my ribs so hard I just knew it was going to give out. He licked me; a hot as fuck man licked my face all the way to my heart.
His lips moved against my ear, and it took me a second to decipher his words because of all the chills and electricity coursing through my body at once. “My woman does not go without panties unless I say so, and especially not when she’s going to be away from me.”
He started to pull back, but then his mouth was on mine, and I forgot how to breathe and almost passed out. “Breathe, baby; that’s it.” He breathed along with me, and then his lips captured mine once more while his other hand came to rest on my hip, pulling me into him.
