Chance Encounter

by Tabitha Marks

  Kevin turned and spotted Angie right away. A group of women had commandeered two tall tables along the railing between the bar area and dance floor, and turned it into their own little party. A woman in her early forties wore a poufy white veil covered in what appeared to be blinking hot pink penises. At least a dozen martini glasses littered the tables, which also held lewdly decorated cupcakes and candy suckers. They were laughing and giggling, and paying zero attention to anyone around them. Which was perfect since Angie was oblivious to his approach.

  Now that he could see her, and see that she wasn’t plastered against another man, he slowed down and re-directed his route so he was heading to the bar. He needed a minute to calm down, and the bar provided the perfect vantage point for watching her for a few minutes before interrupting her night and, hopefully, taking her back to his place.

  Kevin ordered a beer and settled in with his back to the bar, in clear view of the tables the women occupied. They were having way too much fun to notice him, or any of the five other guys watching the group with hunger in their eyes. Angie didn’t seem to notice the male stares directed her way, even though she’d clearly dressed to attract attention. She looked smoking hot, and it was only the fact she was clearly having a great time that stopped Kevin from dragging her out of the bar so no one else could see her outfit. Heels that made her legs look like they went on for fucking ever. A black dress that hugged all her curves in just the right places. And freaking fishnet stockings that made her look like sex on a stick. The whole package instantly made his dick embarrassingly hard. Luckily the club was dark enough, and crowded enough, that he didn’t think anyone would notice.

  After he watched the group down their second round of shots in fifteen minutes, he decided to make his move. Angie had had more than enough to drink in his opinion and he wanted to get her out of there before the night turned sour. And by sour he meant, before she was unable to fend off the horde of men waiting for the right time to approach.

  Kevin snuck up behind her, earning a few nasty looks from the guys lingering at the edge of the group, and gently put a hand on her elbow. She turned, looking ready to blast whoever was touching her, but smiled when she saw who had his hands on her.

  “Kevin! What are you doing here?” she asked. She seemed excited to see him, and that her first response wasn’t to shoot him down gave him hope.

  “I came to see you.”

  “How did you know I was here…” she trailed off and looked over to where Derek and Chris were standing, avidly watching the scene. “Derek called you.”

  “Yes, he did. Is that ok?”

  “Yeah, sure. I mean, it’s a bachelorette party so there’s not really any guys invited, but…” She trailed off again, this time looking down at the floor. She seemed nervous, like she was trying to work up the nerve to say whatever was on her mind. Finally she finished her sentence. “I’m glad you came.”

  Kevin felt a bit of his worry lift. Her smile lit up her face showing him that she was truly happy to see him, and not mad for barging into her girl’s night out. Now he had to lay it out for her.

  “When Derek called me, I was angry because I didn’t know you were out on the town tonight.” Her face scrunched up at that statement and she opened her mouth to protest, so he continued on before she could speak. “But then I realized that you don’t have my phone number, and that I don’t have yours. Then I realized that I may have sent the wrong signals to you this past month.” Her face had relaxed, but now she looked very worried. “I wanted to take things slow between us because my last relationship ended pretty badly, but I think I’ve been taking it too slow. I haven’t been clear about what I wanted.”

  He pulled her closer and caged her against the railing so all she could focus on was him and what he was telling her.

  “What do you want?” she asked. He heard a slight tremble in her voice but he didn’t think it was from fear. From the glazed look in her eyes, he knew she felt the heat between them. The burning desire that was threatening his control.

  “I want you. I want you to be mine. I took the time to get to know you, but now I want to know more. I want it all, every last inch of you.”

  She shuddered at his words and her eyes closed while she absorbed what he’d said. Maybe she’d turn him down, or run away in terror at his possessive attitude. If she did he’d deal, but he wasn’t going to pretend to be something he was not. She needed to know what he wanted from her up front, before they went further. He didn’t want to scare her, but after what happened with his last relationship, he wasn’t taking any chances.

  He also suspected that Angie needed a man who took charge in her life. Someone to lead her when she needed it, and show her how much he cared by taking control and providing her security and stability. He hoped he was right, but she was taking an awfully long time to answer. Although he hadn’t really asked her a question.

  “Angie, do you want that too? Do you want to be with me?”

  She looked at him with big eyes but he didn’t see any fear or distrust. She looked hopeful and relieved. “Yes, I want to be with you. I thought since you hadn’t asked me out, or really done anything except have dinner with me, that you just wanted to be friends.”

  “I want to be your best friend, but I also want to be your lover, and protector. I want to be everything to you, if you’ll let me.”

  She nodded her acceptance and smiled, her eyes lighting up with happiness.

  That was it. Kevin was through talking, at least in the middle of the bar where he knew they had an audience.

  “Are you ready to go back to my place?” He didn’t even give her the option of not leaving with him.

  She nodded again. “Let me just get my things and say goodbye.”

  Kevin watched her lips move and fought the urge to kiss her. They couldn’t start that now. He needed to wait until they were alone. It took everything he had not to throw her over his shoulder and run all the way back to his house. Everything had gone well, no reason to ruin it by acting like a crazy man now. He’d told her that he wanted her, told her how he wanted her, and she’d agreed. He could wait another twenty minutes to get his lips on her, but it would be the longest twenty minutes of his life.

  Chapter 4

  Kevin rode through the darkened streets back towards his house, though much slower now that he had Angie plastered to his back. Her soft curves molded to every inch of his body and made him struggle to focus on the road. He had no idea how the next hour would play out, but the first thing he wanted to do was get her out of that dress. He’d waited long enough to feel her skin. Months of celibacy made his need almost painful, but it was only because it was Angie. No one else had made him feel this in…forever. He had to have her. Now. Luckily they were pulling into his driveway.

  He stopped and helped her get off the bike, steadying her so she didn’t topple over in those heels. Her dress had slid up to an indecent height, giving him a glimpse of the bottom edge of her rounded behind when she turned toward his house.

  Kevin dismounted and followed, eyes glued to her backside as she tugged the dress down. Visions of having that beautiful ass spread out before him rocketed through his brain, making his jeans even more uncomfortable than they already were. So caught up in his fantasy, that would hopefully become a reality very soon, he almost ran into Angie when she stopped at the front door.

  “Here, let me get the door,” he said, and she stepped aside to let him pass. He caught a whiff of her perfume and breathed deep, memorizing her scent as he unlocked his home. “Come on in.”

  She stepped inside and turned to face him, and that’s when Kevin saw it. The naked heat lit up her gaze as she watched him, waiting to see what he would do next. Her breaths were shallow but other than that she didn’t seem the least bit nervous. Angie wanted this. He could see her need etched in every line of her body. Gentleman that he was, he obliged, stalking towards her, backing her into the couch. Her legs bumped up against the arm and she leaned back,
trapped with nowhere to go. Not that she wanted to run. The closer he got the harder she panted. He bet if ripped off those stockings he’d find her wet and ready for him.

  “Are you ready for this?” he asked, wanting to hear her agree even though her eyes were begging. He pressed up against her, letting her feel how much he wanted her, waiting for her response. She widened her stance in response, thrusting out her hips to increase contact, but that wasn’t enough. “I want to hear you say it.”

  Her eyes glazed at the demand, but she answered, “Yes, I’m ready.”

  “Good.” He took her purse out of her hand and tossed it on the coffee table, then reached down and grabbed both sides of the dress, sweeping it over her head before she could protest. Not that she tried to. Instead she placed her hands on the couch at her sides and leaned back, giving him a better view.

  What a view it was. Removing the dress left her in a strapless black bra, fish net stockings and her heels. “You didn’t wear any underwear tonight?”

  “I didn’t want to have a panty line.”

  Kevin mentally added that to his list of things to talk to her about later. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

  “Maybe,” she replied, a teasing lilt in her voice. Little did she know he wasn’t teasing.

  “I think you are definitely a naughty girl, and you need someone to watch over you. Make sure you don’t get into trouble,” he leaned in closer, so close her breath hit his cheek in small puffs. “And punish you when you’re a bad girl.”

  Her eyes flew to his, but she didn’t run screaming. “You think you’re the man to take care of me,” she paused. “And punish me?”

  “I know I am, but we’ll talk more about that later. Right now I’m going to take you back to my bedroom and explore every inch of you. Then I’m going to fuck you senseless.” Her eyes widened at his blunt words, but she nodded once, slowly.

  That’s all he needed to know. Kevin stepped closer and lifted her with a hand under each perfectly round ass cheek. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, letting him feel the heat between her legs. His cock rubbed against her with every step he took towards the bedroom. It felt like he might explode, and not just because he hadn’t been laid in months. The emotions she created in him were unfamiliar but not unwelcome. He’d never been in a relationship where he had the power, but it felt right with Angie. He knew some of his friends were in relationships like that with their women, and it seemed to work well. The fact Angie didn’t run away when he impulsively said he would punish her encouraged him. Maybe it’s what she wanted too. Even though he said they’d talk later, he decided there were a few more things they needed to straighten out.

  * * * * *

  Kevin carried her down the hall and into the last room on the right. He let go of his grip on her ass, letting her slide her legs down his until her feet hit the floor. She unwound her arms from around his neck and stepped back so he could turn on a small bedside lamp. The low watt bulb cast the room in a soft glow but left the corners dark. Angie stole a glance around and took in the functional dark wood bedroom set and lack of pictures on the wall. Definitely a single man’s bedroom. No decorations to be found at all, unless you counted the jar full of change on the dresser.

  “Why did you look so sexy tonight, babygirl?” Kevin asked, returning her focus to him. She found that he’d stepped in close. So close she could breathe him in, his scent filling her nose and making her want him even more, but his words confused her. It sounded like a compliment, but the hard edge of his tone made him seem angry. But at whom? Her or himself? Then there was that term of endearment thrown in at the end that made her insides quiver a little bit. Babygirl? Was she his babygirl? Did she want to be? And what did that make him?

  Even though her brain swirled with questions, she managed to answer in a way she hoped wouldn’t make him mad. His hands were roaming her body, pinching and rubbing and lighting her on fire, and she didn’t want to do anything that would make him stop. “I wanted to look pretty.”

  “Yeah,” he muttered, “You definitely looked pretty.” He snagged her lower lip and nipped, making her gasp, then gentled his mouth and licked the burn away. “But I don’t want you to look that pretty for anyone but me.”

  His possessive words sent a thrill through her, but he wasn’t done rocking her world yet. Apparently even though he’d said he wanted to talk later he had a lot to get off his chest now. “You’re mine now, babygirl. I’ve been trying to take it slow, but I realized tonight I was going too slowly. So now I’m telling you, you’re mine. Mine to love and to take care of, and to make sure you take care of yourself.” He paused his speech, which also paused the tiny kisses he’d been peppering her face and neck with in between words. Now he placed a big warm hand on each side of her head, drawing her attention to his crystal blue eyes. “I mean it, I’m going to expect you to be a good girl from now on. You got it?”

  Angie watched the emotion boil and bubble in his eyes. Hunger, possessiveness, determination and maybe, just a touch of uncertainty. He was laying down the law, putting his expectations out there, waiting for her response. She knew without a doubt that having a relationship with Kevin would be like nothing she’d ever had before with any other man. But maybe that was just what she needed. Someone to take care of her and watch out for her. She hadn’t had that since Gina acted as her surrogate parent all through high school, and now her sister had her own life, with a man who also liked to be in control. Did Angie want this with Kevin? Did she want to be his babygirl?

  Yes, yes she did. So without thinking any further she replied, “Yes, Daddy, I got it.”

  His chest froze under her hands and his eyes widened in surprise. She waited to see what his reaction would be to her pet name, fearing he would think she was weird. The word just popped into her brain and out her mouth before she could really think about it. But it felt right, like it fit Kevin and who he wanted to be for her. Unfortunately, it seemed he might not agree.

  She opened her mouth to try to somehow take it back, but didn’t get a word out before he was on her, devouring her mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue inside and angling his head for maximum contact. He consumed her, overwhelmed her, and she loved it. She’d never felt this depth of passion before, drunken one night stands weren’t exactly about passion, and it made her respond in kind. Wrapping her arms around him until they were so close, she felt every inch of his hard body along hers. He kept a tight grip on her head, controlling the kiss as it went on and on.

  Finally he lifted his head and took a deep breath. “I liked that. I liked that a lot, babygirl.” As if she couldn’t tell from his kiss. “Now I need you, and I think you need a spanking for being so naughty.” He gave her a seductive smile, which made her wonder if he was being serious or not. “But tonight will just be a little one since you didn’t know that I was your man yet.” He kneeled down and tugged down her stockings, removing the heels so he could slide them off her legs. “Okay?”

  Angie took a deep breath to try to still her trembling limbs. Looking down at him, kneeling between her legs, his head at the perfect height to lick her where she needed it most, she’d never been more turned on in her life. The thought of him spanking her for being a bad girl made her pussy weep in anticipation. There could only be one answer to his question. “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?” he demanded. He wasn’t harsh, but it definitely wasn’t really a question. What else did he want her to say besides yes? It didn’t take long for her to figure it out.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good girl,” he praised, making Angie’s chest burn in a weird way. “Now turn around and climb up on the bed. Stay on your hands and knees so I can get a good look at the gorgeous ass of yours.”

  She complied, eager to feel his touch. He didn’t make her wait, laying his strong hands on her bare skin immediately. Smoothing across her behind, over her hips and up her back. He quickly unsnapped her bra and tossed it to the side,
letting her breasts hang free. The cool air hardened her nipples, or maybe it was the fact his hands were kneading her tits and pinching the rosy buds. A low moan escaped before she could stop it, but she couldn’t spare a second to care. It all felt much too good.

  Kevin worked his way back down her body, stroking and caressing as she fought to stay in position. Her arms shook and her elbows almost gave out, but she held on, not wanting him to stop. Ever. He made his way back to her bottom, alternating between rubbing and squeezing the firm flesh. She shook her rump wantonly, wanting more, needing something else…

  Crack! He delivered a firm smack to her ass that shocked Angie and made her gasp, but not in pain. Sure it stung, but he’d driven her body to such a fever pitch it didn’t even register as pain. It felt good, so good she needed more, and Kevin obliged.

  Another blow fell on the opposite cheek, warming that side to match the first. This time she moaned as her skin lit up, warmed where his hand made contact.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Kevin asked, dipping his hand between her legs to answer his own question. She knew what he found, could feel his fingers sliding through her wetness. “Yeah, you do, my naughty babygirl.” He chuckled when he removed his hand and she leaned back, chasing his fingers. Didn’t he understand that she needed more? Her body was more than ready for his and now he was taking his own sweet time even though he’d seemed in such a hurry not fifteen minutes ago.

  “Soon, babygirl, soon. I want to play a little bit more, and you still need a few more spanks.”