by Sam Crescent
“Good evening, Mr. Ashwood. May I take your coat?” he asked.
“No, thank you.”
“Mr. Knox is in the bar room.”
Cadeon nodded his head. Moving out of the main hall, he noticed many of the couples and greeted a few of them when he moved to the back of the house where the bar stood. The room was filled with smoke, and the gentle sound of music echoed off the walls. A woman stood on stage singing. Stephen sat alone in a booth near the stage.
“It’s not like you to be drinking alone,” Cadeon said as he signalled the barman. He took the seat opposite his friend.
“I’ve got a lot on my mind. Besides, these men pay for the privilege, but I don’t think they get the meaning of the club,” Stephen said as he knocked back his scotch.
“What makes you think that?”
“Do any of the men here strike you as possessive? I remember my father telling me the reasons why this place was set up. These men don’t care about finding that one woman that sets your pulse racing and the fire in your blood. They just want to pay for the opportunity to think they have what it takes to be a real man.” Stephen held up his glass. A woman came by and refilled his glass. She handed Cadeon another with a smile.
“If you’re so bothered about it, why do you let them join?” Cadeon thanked the woman before turning back to his friend.
“Because they appear to like it.”
“Have you ever thought that they have the need inside them, just not the woman?”
“Let us talk about other things, Cadeon. What brings you back here? It has been a while.”
“I’ve found the right woman,” Cadeon said.
“Ah. Finally, lucky in love. Where is she?” Stephen asked.
“I left her at home. She doesn’t know how I feel, and she’s a lot younger than I.”
The song changed, and the woman began singing a deeper love song. Cadeon thought of Violet, the innocent with a dark past surrounding her.
“Dare I ask how much younger than you she is?”
“She’s twenty-one.” He didn’t care about the age gap. With the way he felt about her there was no way he could even consider allowing the gap between their ages affect him.
“That is young.”
After the music became a little dull, they moved out of the room into the vision room. Stephen liked to cater to as many tastes as possible. Some men got off on seeing others watch their women as pleasure took over. In the middle, a man whom Cadeon didn’t know was satisfying a woman for others to see. Some men in the room had their cocks out and were fisting their large shafts, while other merely watched.
Stephen went through phases where he didn’t truly believe men could feel possessive of a woman. Not being with a woman himself, the owner sometimes had a hard time relating to the men who did. Cadeon understood it. He’d known for a long time that he was different from other men. The need inside him when he thought about the one always brought a physical ache. When his father discussed it with him, he hadn’t thought it was possible. Until Violet came to work in his office building he’d never felt such need before. Yes, he’d had many women and to certain extents, many relationships, but none had ever made him feel like this. When another man talked to Violet, the violence within him struck hard. No man besides him should be allowed to touch or talk to her.
The woman’s cries of release blanketed the room. Some men growled as their release came, and others murmured appreciation.
“I understand your thoughts, but you must understand. Most of these men have wives and girlfriends and know how it feels to be possessive. Your father felt it with your mother.”
“Do you feel it with your girl?” asked Stephen.
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry. It has been a long day.” They watched the couple as the husband penetrated the wife. The cries rang out. Cadeon thought of Violet, alone in his bed. Another night of having her in his arms.
Sean, a nasty son of a bitch, dropped into the seat beside them, followed soon after by Tate and Kevin.
“What are you doing here?” Cadeon asked Tate.
“Taking a break and waiting for my computer to scan some documents. What are you doing here when you’ve got a beautiful woman waiting at home for you?”
“Have we missed something?” Sean asked. He slapped the ass of a passing female waiter before turning back to the group.
“Cadeon has a woman whom he wants me to do a background check on. Only it’s coming up with a few complications,” Tate said.
“Complications?” Sean asked.
“According to my sources, his woman didn’t really exist until three years ago.”
“A fake identity?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want to start raising the alert in case she’s in trouble. I imagine her description is just a pain in the ass, and my equipment is working slow. I’m just running a few things through security,” Tate said.
Cadeon stared at Sean. “I can run a few checks myself. Give me a name and age, and I can do most things.”
Cadeon gave her name and age as he stared out into the room.
“Is she the one?” Sean asked.
Cadeon nodded his head. He didn’t trust himself to speak. Even with his friends taking an interest, his instincts to keep her safe and away from the group rose to the surface.
“When do I get Rebecca?” Tate asked.
“When I get what I want.” Cadeon finished his drink before he left. Spending time at the club, usually relaxed him. However, thinking about Violet at his home alone did little to soothe him. He paid his bill and left. Sean promised to get back to him in a few days. Cadeon drove home feeling tenser than usual. Watching the couples in the vision room used to help relax him. He loved sinking inside the hot depths of a woman, but the only woman he saw was Violet. Turning down the road, he parked the car and made his way inside. The light in his study was on. Taking his coat off, he dropped his wallet and keys in the drawer before going to his study.
Violet was curled up in his chair, the light from the lamp shining on her as she read a book. He didn’t see the title. Her arm rested on the side of the chair, and her head lay on her hand. It looked like she’d dozed off. He walked into the room. Crouching down in front of her, he took the book away from her. He held her hand in his. Brushing his thumb along her knuckles he turned her hand over. She breathed in, and he watched as she opened her eyes. Violet stared at him for a second, her hand lax in his.
“When did you get back?” she asked, her voice sleepy.
“A few minutes ago.”
“I’m pleased you got back safely.”
Cadeon smiled at her honesty. “I’m pleased to see you waiting for me.”
“I didn’t want to go to bed.”
“Why?”
“It didn’t feel right. I don’t live here.” Violet smiled at him.
“This is your home now,” he said.
“I can’t stay here, Cadeon. I have to go back home.”
“I won’t let you go,” he told her.
Her hand tensed in his. She pulled away. Cadeon held on a little longer than he should. He saw the fear in her eyes.
“I’ll take you up to bed.”
****
Violet went to refuse, but he was already lifting her up in his arms. She didn’t know where her voice went when he came close.
“Hold onto me.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, staring straight so she couldn’t look at him. His strong arms held her up, and, God help her, she never wanted him to let go. His presence sent her heart racing, but he also made her feel safe. He was the only man she’d ever encountered who allowed her to feel like that. Even when he was bossy and demanding stuff from her. She felt safe because she knew he wasn’t going to hurt her. They walked upstairs, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. She stared into his eyes. Time stood still for her as she gazed at him. He stared back at her as if she was the only person left in the world. As if she mattered to him.
“I’m too heavy,” she whispered, not wanting to break the spell.
“You’re perfect.”
He kicked open the bedroom door, placed her on her feet and removed the robe covering her. She stood in the peach silk nightgown she’d worn the night before. Taking her hand, he led her over to the bed. Pulling back the covers, he helped her in.
“I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Shouldn’t I have my own bed?” she asked as he was about to enter the bathroom.
“Why?”
“Wouldn’t your girlfriend mind? People don’t share a bed unless they’re....” She felt the blush spread up through her body. “You know. If they’re doing ... stuff.”
“Are you offering yourself up to me?” he asked.
She shook her head. He let out a sigh, pulling his shirt up over his head. She stared at his naked chest. His muscles were clearly defined. Biting her lip she stared down the bed as he walked over.
“You stay with me. I won’t argue with you, Violet. I want you in my bed and so much more.”
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I’m not going to lie to you, Violet. Only ask questions that you want to know the answers to.” He took her hand and laid it across his chest. The heat radiated off his chest, down her hand and warmed her heart. He looked so solid and safe. “I can wait. Ask me the question when you’re ready for me.” Cadeon kissed her on the lips before disappearing into the bathroom.
She lay in the bed, her fingers brushing along her lips where he’d touched. Her hand felt warm where she had laid it on his chest. She heard the shower switch on followed by his humming. He’d left the door open. Could she go and take a peek? She shook her head. People deserved privacy. Rolling over with her back to the door, she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. Minutes passed, and then the shower cut out. Violet heard him moving around. The bed dipped, and she opened her eyes. Cadeon lay in front of her, his chest naked.
Violet made to move away, but he caught her to him. “I’m not going to hurt you. Settle down and relax.” She rested her head on his chest. Her hand was lying flat out in front of her.
“Do you do this with every girl you bring home from work?” she found herself asking.
“No. You’re different.”
Violet smiled despite feeling worried. No one had ever spent time with her.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Where are you from?”
The smile vanished. In order to stay safe she had to remain quiet and alone. Extracting her hands from him she pulled away. She rolled over and faced away from him. The warnings from her mother rang in her head.
He curled round her, his leg going between hers and pressing against her mound. She bit her lip to stifle a moan. Then she became aware of his naked state. Violet jumped out of the bed with a yelp. The covers were still over his body.
“You’re naked.” She glared at him as her body was on fire.
“Nothing is going to happen. Get into bed, Violet.” She heard the command in his voice, and she hated it. She hated the way her body wanted to submit to what he said.
“No. I want you to put some clothes on, or I’m sleeping somewhere else.”
“I’m not putting any clothes on. Trust me, Violet.”
She shook her head and walked to the door. As she pulled it open a hand went by her head and slammed it closed. “You’re not going anywhere but back in my bed.”
Cadeon pressed against her back, pinning her in between his hard body and the door. He pressed against her neck, and she heard him inhale. Was he sniffing her?
“Please. Put some clothes on.”
“Turn around,” he said instead of listening to her.
“I don’t want to.”
He grabbed her arm and turned her before pressing her back against the hard door. Cadeon stared at her. She shut her eyes to try and blank him out. When she looked at him it was harder to ignore the demand of her body.
“Open your eyes.” She kept them closed. His hand touched her cheek, his fingers running over her face. “Please,” he whispered.
Moaning in frustration, Violet opened her eyes. Cadeon didn’t say a word. He grabbed her hand and brought it down between them. Using her hand, he guided her down to his cock.
She tried to pull her hand away, but he held her firm.
“It’s nothing to be afraid of. Like your body, this is mine. You’ve never seen a naked man before, have you?” he said.
Tears shone in her eyes. She felt cornered. There was no escape not even from her curiosity. While she wanted to pull her hand away and scream at him for being rude, another part of her wanted to explore what she held in her hand.
She shook her head, taking a deep breath.
“Look now,” he said. Cadeon stepped away, giving her a full frontal view of his body. She pulled her hand away and stared.
He was large for a man. Not that she had anything to compare it to. His muscles caught her attention first. With the thick expanse of his arms, he didn’t look the conventional type of business man.
“I work out,” he said. “I’ve got a gym and lift weights. I’ll let you watch some time.”
His chest and stomach were both broad. Then her eyes stopped on his shaft. He stood long and thick.
“Take your night dress off,” he said.
“What?” She stopped looking at his body and stared at his face in shock. Her hands folded across her chest as he stepped back close to her.
“Your hungry little eyes are staring at me. I think it’s only fair I get a chance to look at you as well.”
His hands reached out to her, and she batted them away.
“I don’t want you to look at me.”
“I want to look at what’s mine,” he said.
A shiver went up her spine at his words. “But you’re not mine.”
Cadeon grabbed her hand and pressed it against his cock again. “Feel that. That’s yours. I’m yours, Violet.”
She stared into his eyes and saw the determination in his eyes. Her pulse fluttered in her throat. His hands began pulling her gown up. When he reached her stomach, she stopped him, covering his hands with her own.
“I’m not ready for this,” she said, not sure if she even meant the words she’d spoken.
“Trust me, Violet. I’ve never hurt you before.”
Biting her lip she stared at him. She fought between the desire to give herself to him and the warnings her mother had given her about men. That men only ever wanted one thing. What would happen to her when Cadeon finally tired of her?
The fight left her. She lifted her arms over her head and closed her eyes as the gown went up and left her body.
His finger touched her hands above her head, the fingers locking. Her breasts were pressed against a hard masculine chest. “Open your eyes, baby.” His voice reeled her in. Violet opened her eyes. He stood so close staring down at her.
Her hands were locked above her head, and his fingers interlocked with her own. “Do you feel that?” he asked.
Did he mean the pull? The way she felt drawn to him like a moth to a flame?
“You want to be with me, Violet. I can feel it. You’re afraid, and I understand it. You’ve never been with a man, and you’re scared of what that might mean.”
How did he know all of these things?
“I want to get to know you. I want to see you smile and be the cause of your smile. To hear you laugh and to know it’s real.”
“How can you want all this when you don’t even know me?” she asked.
“Because I know. I feel it, and I don’t question that.”
Before she could argue with him anymore, he slammed his lips down on hers. Stunned, Violet didn’t respond straight away. Cadeon had a tendency to take her by surprise in everything he did. He pressed against her. She felt the hard length of his cock as it pushed against her stomach. His fingers tightened their hold on her.
“Kiss m
e back, baby,” he whispered against her lips. She stared at his eyes. A breath away from her. She was struck through. The intense way he looked at her caused her to pause. There was nothing friendly or sweet, just a look of absolute desire and lust. No one had stared at her in such a way. “Please, let me in.”
She relented, needing the kiss and closeness as much as he did. At twenty-one years old she had no clue to what lust or desire was. Opening her lips, she pressed against him, giving herself to the rapture of his touch.
“That’s it. Give me everything,” he said.
His hands moved to her wrists. Capturing them and trapping her against the door, his hands became like a pair of cuffs keeping her in place while his leg pressed between her thighs. He rubbed his leg up against her mound. She whimpered and moaned, crying out as he nipped and kissed her senseless.
No way could something this pleasurable be wrong.
“Open up. Let me taste you, baby.” His tongue swiped inside, meeting hers. Creating a dance together. Their moans mingled in the air.
The hands on her wrists moved down her arms to her shoulders. One hand stayed on her face while the other travelled down, brushing across her breast. She cried out as pleasure shot straight to her core. He grabbed her thigh and brought it up over his hip, opening her to him. Cadeon pulled back to look at her with her hands above her head.
He continued to stare at her as his hand moved between them. His fingers touching her pussy.
“I’m going to touch you and make you feel good.”
“I don’t know what to do,” she said.
“Trust me.”
Chapter Seven
Cadeon saw the conflict in her eyes. Trusting someone didn’t come easily to her. She fought everything inside her until he felt her relax against him. The fight she’d undergone made him aware of what he was doing. He had her pinned against the door. She deserved something better. Time to have her body worshipped. Not a quick fuck against a bedroom door. In time it could be worth it, but not tonight.