“I’m single,” I admit. “And very happy about it.”
I can tell I’ve softened her up a bit. She’s not as angry with me now that she knows I don’t have a lady at home.
“Interesting,” she says.
“Look, I can understand not wanting to engage with me. I’ve been vulgar. I’ll admit it,” I say, taking a breath. “I doubt you could handle me either. Sorry. Just being honest.”
“What makes you think that?” she asks. I smile and click my teeth together. I check my Gucci watch. It’s nearly midnight, which means I’ll be leaving soon. I never stay at business functions past midnight, even if they have an open bar.
“You’re much too small. I’d probably break you,” I tell her.
The thought of me towering over her and wrapping my hand around her waist makes my cock twitch.
“Break me?” she asks, stunned.
She sits with her ass against the staircase, and I swear to God, she’s actually biting her lower lip. “Is your cock as big as a soda can or something?”
“Bigger,” I tell her. “Much bigger. I don’t think you could handle all of me.”
“Bullshit,” she says. “And you’re a pig. Seriously.”
“I’m a pig. I’ll admit that much. But I’m not lying to you about my anatomy. It’s more of a curse, really. Most women can’t handle me. I’m much too powerful for them,” I say.
“You’re disgusting,” she says.
“But the ones that can beg for more,” I say. “Once they’re on top, they have the most profound and earth-shattering orgasms.”
“Is that right?” she asks. “What would you do to me if you had me right now?”
Now the real fun has started. I stand against the top banister of the stairs. If she were to just turn around, she could see me staring at her. But she doesn’t. She just continues talking and biting her lip.
She’s interested. No, she’s captivated.
“With my mouth around yours, you’d grip the thick bulge of my pants, stroking my hard cock. I’d drag my lips across your body, kissing around your navel, down to your pelvis,” I growl.
I hear her exhale. She likes this…
I continue. “You have an exquisite body. You know how hot you are. You practically scream sex, but I’m the one who gets you tonight. Only me. I want to wrap my lips around your dripping, aching cunt. I want to suck on your clit until you tremble. I want to penetrate your lips, until you’re left shaking, sweating, with tears in your eyes.”
“God…” she whispers, unable to react.
“I’m wondering, have you talked to anyone like me?” I ask.
“No,” she chokes. “I, uh…”
“I want to bury myself inside you. I want to thrust and watch you take every inch.”
“I have to go,” she says in a hurry.
I watch her pace around the lobby.
Her hand falls from her necklace, down to her breasts. She walks to a corner where no one is. I watch her as she pushes her palm between her legs, glancing around to see if anyone is looking.
“Wait,” I tell her. “Don’t hang up. Not yet.”
“Okay,” she says.
Madison
“I should go,” I whisper.
The energy right now is palpable. We both know what we want. But he is a stranger. A stranger who claims he’s done business with my father. Either he’s in the local crime syndicate, or he’s a high-profile client.
Both mean trouble.
“I want to watch you play with yourself,” he says.
“No,” I tell him, appalled he could even suggest I do something so lewd.
“Come on,” he whispers. “Do it for me.”
I glance over my shoulder. “Where are you?” I ask.
Everyone has cleared out of the fundraising event. It’s just us.
“I’m watching you,” he says.
I can picture his wicked smile and wolf-like eyes. It makes my heart go crazy. I actually feel kind of… scared. I guess that’s the right word. Only, there’s a creeping excitement underneath all of this. But I’m not sure if I’m ready to admit it.
My throat tightens. Chest closing in. Oh, no. What’s happening? “Show yourself, you creep,” I mutter.
“Look up,” he says.
I do, and there he is. He’s leaning against the banister, smiling. He waves, showing off his gold watch. He’s clearly wealthy.
“Are you some kind of syndicate guy?” I ask him.
“Syndicate?” he asks.
I clear my throat. “You know… mafia?”
It’s an odd question to say aloud, but considering who my father was, it’s not so weird to ask.
He laughs at the accusation. “No, just a business man with a request,” he says.
I’m unsure how I should react. “A request?” I ask.
“Don’t worry. I don’t kill people,” he says.
A soft giggle escapes my lips. But my throat is tight, and every beat of the heart makes my knees bend. “Fine. What’s your request?” I ask.
“Play with yourself,” he says.
I stare at him, eyes growing wide. Mouth closed, I step back.
“Do it for me,” he commands.
My heart is racing. This is beyond wrong, but I’m not running away.
“I don’t even know you,” I say.
“It’s just a little fun,” he says.
“This is getting creepy,” I murmur.
But he doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t have to care. He’s got a five thousand-dollar watch and an expensive suit. No doubt he’s got a luxury car outside waiting to bring him to his mansion in the city.
Why the hell would a guy like him care about anything?
“Play with yourself,” he repeats. “And when you’re finished, give me your panties.”
I’m shocked. I’m appalled. And I hate to admit it, but I’m actually turned on. This is a fantasy come to life.
I exhale and stammer. “Okay, now you’re being really—”
“Do it,” he repeats, cutting me off. I glance up at him like a lost puppy and duck into an even deeper corner of the lobby.
“What if someone sees?” I ask him, looking around. There’s no one in sight. The area is blocked off by a few cones. No one knows I’m back here.
“It’s your father’s hotel, right? You’re a big girl. Nothing will happen to you,” he says. “Now, spread those beautiful thighs.”
I gulp hard and keep my eyes on him. I sit against the wall and open my legs a little. My dress hangs over, covering me, as I place my hand further between my legs.
“I want to see you,” he says, calmly. “Show me.”
I’m biting my lip, shaking with excitement and fear, and just about every other emotion related. I lift my dress up slowly, until it’s pushed up to my navel. My white panties are tight around my hips.
I did not expect to be doing this tonight.
When I place two fingers across the center of the fabric, he smiles and nods.
“Good,” he says, gliding his hand over the bulge in his suit pants.
His cock is, well, huge. That’s from down here. I don’t want to even know what it would like in front of my mouth.
He’s a big man, all muscle. Though his clothes cover his body, I can tell he keeps himself in shape.
“There you go,” he says. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”
Maybe not. But I have a feeling something else is…
“No,” I say. “What else do you want me to do?”
I’m getting more and more into this idea as time passes. I know it’s wrong and I definitely think it’s bat-shit crazy. I’m always the one to act fairly normal.
Normally, Dasha is the psycho woman in the friend group. But tonight, he chose me and I want to show him I’m game.
Tonight, I want to be bad.
“Peel away those panties,” he growls. “Show me that cunt.”
There’s that word again, spoken without regard. Twice
now.
“Do you always talk this way to women?” I ask.
“You know you enjoy it. Don’t play games,” he says.
For a moment, I’m silent.
I shouldn’t want this, but my emotions are out of control. This is the first time anything like this has ever happened to me.
His voice is like dark chocolate and aged red wine. It’s deep and refined, with a slight accent. His moan sends goose bumps across the flesh of my neck.
“You’re right,” I breathe into the receiver. “I like it. A lot.”
“A good girl likes to follow orders,” he moans. “There’s no shame in admitting it.”
Trembling, I do what he asks of me.
I slide off my panties.
I feel so wrong. This isn’t like me. I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m acting like an absolute lunatic.
There’s no going back now.
“Slowly,” he warns. “I want to really see you.”
Bending, I drag the cotton, until it reaches my ankles.
“There you go,” he smiles.
“Are you satisfied?” I ask, hoping that he isn’t.
“A little,” he says. “But I need you to come for me.”
My face turns hot. “You can’t be serious,” I say.
“I’m very serious,” he says. “I wouldn’t be having this conversation, sacrificing my time just to see you take off your panties. If I wanted a lap dance, I’d go to a strip club. No, I want more. Much more.”
I say nothing. I just eye him and place my hand over my clit and lips, shielding it for a second.
I’m so wet.
I glance to see if anyone is near, and I just go for it.
I glide my wetness around my hood, quickly gliding back to play with my clit.
“Yes, baby,” he moans. “How does it feel to be bad?”
“It feels so good,” I groan. “Better than I imagined.”
He smiles as I insert two fingers inside myself. I close my eyes when a thought comes into my head.
I smile and whisper, “I need to see your cock.”
Silence. Hesitation. Then, “What?”
“To get off,” I reiterate. “I need to see your throbbing cock. It is throbbing, right?”
“It’s as hard as a fucking rock,” he says, peering above. There’s no one on that floor either. The workers have gone home. The odds of us getting caught are slim to none.
“Whip it out,” I whisper. “I want to see what will be down my throat later tonight.”
His upper lip quivers. “I didn’t expect this…”
“Come on,” I say.
Biting his tongue, he moves over to a more sheltered position and unzips his pants. He pulls out his hard flesh.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
He’s much bigger than I imagined.
The sight of his massive cock makes my core tingle. I take deep breaths and eye him. I want him inside me. I want him on top of me, taking control of my body. This is hotter than any fantasy I’ve had at home.
This is real.
“Stroke it,” I whisper. “I need you to come with me.”
“This is a hotel,” he says. “Where do you expect me to cum?”
I smile and nibble the edge of my lower lip. “The floor,” I say. “Don’t worry. We’ve got a very good cleaning crew.”
Spitting onto his thick shaft, he strokes. It barely fits inside his palm.
I slide another finger inside my pussy, imagining what he might feel like. The harder he grows, the closer I get to coming.
“Good girl,” he grunts. “Just like that.”
“Fuck,” I moan. “I’m close. Keep talking to me. Tell me what you want.”
He thrusts. “I want to spread you open,” he says. “I want to push past those lips and stretch open those walls. No barriers. I want to fuck the life out of you. By the time I’m finished, you’ll be dripping and begging for more.”
“God, that’s hot,” I whisper.
I can feel the knot inside of me tighten up. I’m going to explode. I’m so near the edge, but I stop to ride this out some more.
“I want you to cum inside me,” I moan. “Take me. Fill me. Repeatedly.”
“Fuck,” he groans.
He pumps his fist faster. Harder, with strain.
He’s about to cum.
“I want you to fuck me in every room of this hotel,” I say. “I want everyone to watch as you fuck me until I can’t walk again.”
I can tell this guy is a sucker for intense images. Turns out I am, too.
“That’s right. Make me come,” he grunts.
I exhale. “I’m so fucking close.”
I fantasize about his hand moving around my throat, gently. Nothing too intense, but the thought of him holding the keys is a massive turn-on.
My legs tremble. I can’t hold back any longer. The knot inside me bursts.
His cock bounces. “Come on, darling. Come with me.”
“Come inside me,” I whisper.
He looks at me with an almost blank stare. His back straightens, and he lets out a strained grunt.
This is actually happening…
Pulling his foreskin back, thick ropes of seed shoot onto floor.
Not just one wave of hot cum. Not two or three, but four.
My head falls back against the wall, and an immeasurable amount of pleasure shoots up from the center of my body. My mouth falls open and my body moves in waves.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.
My teeth chatter, and I’m coming. Oh, lord, I’m coming…
My feet curl as my pussy vibrates and pulsates with pleasure. My heart is beating at a million beats per second.
My cheeks grow warm. My forehead glistens.
Best of all, I feel alive.
When it’s over, the awkwardness sets in. We scramble to pick up the pieces of where we were.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” I laugh hysterically into the receiver.
“You play a good game,” he says. “You even got me to play along. That was interesting.”
I roll off my panties from my ankles, prying them past my heels, and bunch them up in my fist. He meanders down the stairs, looking slightly disheveled now.
I lick my lips and hand him the bunched up panties. “Here’s your prize, Prince.”
He holds them in his hand and smiles.
“When you masturbate, think of me,” I whisper, walking toward the front, swirling doors.
I wink at him and grin.
“Wait,” he says. “You’re leaving? Isn’t this your hotel?”
I laugh. “Time to go home. I’ve had my fun.”
I walk into the chill air of the city and take a deep breath.
Rocco Morelli. Remind me later to stay away from that guy.
Rocco
I’m stuck in meetings throughout the next day, but I’m not paying too much attention to work.
Finances, new developments, PR campaigns… The entire business is a bore compared to Madison Napolitano.
I grab my phone and text her during one of my many meetings. I can’t help myself. It’s not like I need to pay attention at these things anyway.
“Hey there, sweetie-pie.”
I wait for that buzzing feeling, and it comes almost five minutes later. Not too quick. Not too slow either. Just the way I like it.
Her text back:
“Hey there, creep. What are you up to?”
Creep. Her favorite word.
Was it creepy when she told me to pull my cock out in plain sight?
Okay, I guess I started that. Still, she loved every second. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have responded.
It was fucking hot.
I grin and respond:
“Just thinking about your face. I really want to know what it looks like before you get fucked.”
I catch a glimpse of the ellipses. She’s typing back.
“It’s expressionless. Unfortunately, I’m one of those gals who
just lays there the entire time.”
I rack my thumbs against the screen.
“Somehow I doubt that. I have a feeling you’re one of those loud women. You know, the kind that roar and scream the whole time.”
I wait for her response like a hungry lap dog.
“You got me pinned, don’t you?”
I laugh, and one of my workers glares. I point to my phone and mouth the words, “bank statement.”
He turns back to the presentation.
I’m just a figurehead here at this point. I’m the guy that runs things when shit hits the fan. My team takes care of the rest.
Reaching into my suit pocket, I feel that soft cotton between my fingers. Madison’s panties. I pull my hand from my pocket. Her perfume clings to my fingers.
My cheeks turn warm, and I’m forced to adjust my seat as my cock rises beneath the table.
I respond.
“I have your panties with me.”
She’s typing again.
“At work? Are you crazy?”
I glance up to see if anyone is looking. This woman is driving me crazy.
“I think we need to meet again.”
The meeting is nearly finished. Thank the lord.
She replies.
“We had a good night. Why not leave it at that?”
My heart drops like a stone.
“Quit teasing. I’m dying here.”
Geoff Stark, head of accounts addresses the room. “And that concludes our meeting. Anything you want to add, Mr. Morelli?”
I jolt back and rack my kneecaps against the table. All eyes are on me. “Um, yes. I just want to say thanks for all your great work. I’m proud of you all. Keep it up.”
I give a faux smile and adjust my erection before jogging out of the office space.
Immediately, I call her, and she answers within seconds. I walk through the hallway, cupping the phone against my ear, smiling because this woman is in my grasp. She’s ready to play whatever game I throw at her, and I love that.
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