Just One Night, Volumes 1-3

by Kim Black

  He immediately soothes the sting, blowing softly over my nipples, and lapping at them again with his tongue, taking the pain away before he nips at them again. Over and over, sharp pain and then a soothing touch, each time causing my body to flood with unrelenting desire, ablaze in sensitivity. What he’s doing to me is electrifying and I want more. “Please!” I cry out, my hands gripping fistfuls of the comforter beneath me.

  He releases my tender nipples, slowly trailing soft kisses down my body, to the apex of my thighs, descending further until… Oh God,” I cry, as he takes my clit into his hungry, eager mouth. I arch up into him, needing more.

  “Please Blake,” I beg, as he unrelentingly bites and suckles at my small bundle of nerves. The pressure between my legs steadily increasing with each passing moment.

  “What do you want?” he rasps out against me, never breaking his masterful assault on my senses.

  “Please… I… need,” I stammer, as he works my body to the edge of something that feels completely foreign to me, my body beginning to tremble against his skillful tongue. “Oh God!”

  “Say it! Tell me what you want,” he growls, releasing me just before I explode, causing me to whimper in protest.

  “Fuck me!”

  BLAKE

  That’s all I need to hear. Those two words falling from her perfect pink lips set off something inside me, something primal, and all I can do is give in to her demand.

  Lifting her trembling legs up around my arms, I take a moment to look at her shaven pussy, dripping with desire. Perfect, just fucking perfect.

  I plunge deep inside of her with a single swift, brutal thrust, causing her to squeal in surprise, as a loud gasp bursts from her throat. Holding her hips, I can’t help but groan at her body’s tight hold around my cock.

  Shit, she’s going to fucking destroy me. She feels too good.

  Giving her a moment to adjust to my invasion, I slowly pull out of her and then slam back into her to the hilt, filling her completely.

  “Oh my God,” she cries out, as she lifts herself up onto her elbows, her head thrown back, wild with the pleasure I’m giving her. Burying my head against the crook of her neck, I allow her sweet, delicious scent to fill my lungs and fuel my thrusts into her tight heat, each stroke more forceful than the last.

  “Blake… oh God… I can’t take it,” she screams out, as I pound into her relentlessly, her long tanned legs wrapping even more tightly around my waist, begging for more.

  Her hands come up to surround my neck, her fingers digging deliciously into my skin. Panting, yelling, and begging, she grinds herself up against my thrusts, meeting me each time and bringing us both closer to release. The sounds of our grinding hips, the slapping sounds of our bodies coming together and her breathless, pleasure-filled moans fill the room. The most beautiful sounds that have ever graced my suite all come from her.

  Her sweet, wet pussy clamps tightly around my cock, signaling that she is close to her release, but I’m not yet ready for this to end. I swiftly pull out of her tight grip, ignoring her pleas of protest. Panting, I stare down at her, completely amazed.

  She is nothing like I imagined and everything I wanted. She is fucking perfect. The perfect sub, despite her constant defiance. And she doesn’t even fucking know it.

  “Why did you come here tonight?” I ask, my voice strained and breathless as I pull off her blindfold.

  She just looks up at me, her eyes are barely open, and confused. I don’t know why it matters to me. I have never cared before, but I want to know, I really need to know.

  She looks away from me, her eyes suddenly filled with sadness. “I needed to know what it was like,” she whispers, her voice small.

  “What did you need to know?” Did she just want to use me as I’d initially planned to use her? I wonder, suddenly not liking the thought of that at all. She doesn’t answer my question. Instead, she scoots up into a sitting position on the bed, her eyes avoiding my tenacious stare.

  “Rule number one,” I remind her, firmly.

  Nodding her head, she lowers it before answering, “I needed to know what an orgasm felt like—I’ve never experienced one before.”

  She’s ashamed, as though something is wrong with her instead of the pussies she’s been with before. They were obviously incapable of bringing a woman pleasure. Understanding her better now, I pull her body without warning until she’s again lying flat on her back on my bed.

  When she opens her mouth to speak, I cover her lips with mine, forcing my tongue into her mouth as I simultaneously reclaim her still drenched pussy with one forceful thrust.

  She yelps her surprise into my mouth, sinking more deeply into the bed, and allowing her pleasure to take over.

  I can’t explain it, but I want to give her this. This entire night has been about nothing but her. I need to give her the experience she wants, show her just how much pleasure her body is capable of experiencing. Tomorrow we will part ways, but tonight, and just for tonight, I need to forget about what I want and be her Dom, the one to take care of her needs.

  “Come for me, Alyson. Give in to the pleasure,” I growl, my hands snaking between us, never breaking our kiss, as I begin to rub her slick and swollen clit.

  She writhes underneath me, clawing at my back as she suddenly cries out, giving in to the power of her release, her body pulsating, and humming with fierce, intense pleasure.

  ALYSON

  “Oh my God. Blake!” I cry out, as he thrusts strongly inside me, rolling his hips against mine to prolong the scorching hot, fiery pleasure as it courses through me.

  This is it… the moment I’ve read about in all those books that fill my bookshelf. This is what it feels like to lose yourself completely in heated passion with another person. I want to scream, yell, curse, pull, grip and tug away at him as I bask in the blazing glory of the ecstasy he’s giving me.

  I never want it to end, I never want him to stop. I want to bottle up this moment up so that I will never forget this night, the night I feel sexually awakened for the first time. It is as though I were dead before, living, but not alive—not truly. I existed, never fully experiencing the moments that might have shown me the joys that were possible in this world. Tonight I finally feel free, as Blake continues his assault on my throbbing, aching, and greedy pussy, and I never want to be caged again.

  “You feel so fucking good,” Blake growls, looking deeply into my eyes, as a fresh surge of excitement begins to build within me. Clamping down on his cock, I roll my hips to match his pace, desperate for the imminent release I am sure he’ll soon give me.

  Skillfully, he spears me deeper, harder, and faster until I’m sure that I am going to explode. A guttural growl rips from Blake’s throat as his impending release nears mine, until finally we burst into the wet, white hot fire of orgasm together, his eyes never leaving mine.

  Panting breathlessly, he collapses on top of me, sweaty, and musty, and delicious.

  This man has just given me something I will never forget, and in this moment I want desperately for the night to never end, but as I slowly come down from my blazing release, I realize that it must.

  “That was…” he stutters, his breath still heavily labored.

  “Fucking amazing?” I finish, a wide smile planted on my lips.

  It’s the best experience of my life, but I am not going to tell him that. It’s bad enough that I had to admit to the man that I’d never had an orgasm. How embarrassing.

  He rolls over and stands up from the bed as a flood of curses escape his lips. Confused, I instinctively sit up on the bed, pulling the covers up around me.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He doesn’t answer me right away; instead he rakes his hands through his hair.

  “Condom. The contract. Everything,” he states matter-of-factly, as if I should somehow understand what the heck he is talking about.

  When I don’t respond, he turns to face me. “I’m sorry. It’s just I’ve never…” he trails off.<
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  Understanding, I offer, “Me either, but I’m on the pill, if it matters.” He seems to relax at that admission, but still makes no move to get back into bed.

  Suddenly it occurs to me that he is probably ready for me to leave. Climbing out of bed, I make a move to head toward the living room to fetch my clothes, yet not really wanting to think about leaving, fearing that I will feel… I’m not sure what I will feel, but I know I won’t like it.

  “What contract?” I ask, just as I reach the bedroom door.

  “It doesn’t matter now, I guess,” he murmurs, shaking his head.

  BLAKE

  I don’t want her to leave, but with this fuck up, I know that she should. How the fuck did I forget to wear a condom or have her sign a contract?

  Tonight went completely out of control. Heck, I went out of control, and I can’t even begin to wrap my head around it. Alyson has somehow managed to derail me, causing me to behave completely out of character and I can’t have that. I can’t allow another woman to destroy me. Not again.

  Strolling to the living room, I find her already dressed and waiting. Her face and her body language have reverted back to the insecure woman she was when she first arrived at The Dungeon.

  I try to ignore the pang of guilt I feel at causing her to feel that way, knowing that this part of the evening is difficult for her. The women that I’ve normally entertained here know what this arrangement entails, but Alyson is innocent, pure and adorable.

  Sighing, and knowing that I will regret the next words to come out of my mouth, yet incapable of stopping myself from saying them, I tell her, “I’ll take you home.”

  It isn’t something I usually offer. Jaxon, my driver, normally drives the women home or they opt to take a cab. But, since I have foolishly given Jaxon the night off, and I sure as hell don’t want to hand Alyson over to a strange cabby, I have no other choice.

  She nods, picks up her purse and proceeds to the door. Just before she reaches it, she turns to face me. Her eyes have such a look of sadness, and a war wages within me.

  Tell her to stay the night, at least.

  God, I want to tell her to stay. Fuck that. I want her to never leave. I’d rather tie her to my bed and fuck her for the rest of my life, but she is a dangerous piece of business, although she doesn’t even realize it.

  No, I definitely need to take her home.

  “Thank you for tonight,” she whispers softly, before leaning into me, and planting a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth.

  She’s thanking me? I am fucking letting her walk out of here and she’s thanking me. Way to fucking twist my gut into a knot.

  “I’d better get you home,” I respond, keeping my voice even and seemingly unaffected, although I am anything but.

  ALYSON

  The drive back to my home doesn’t seem nearly as long as did the drive to the club. The roads are mostly empty, providing us with clear passage.

  Blake hasn’t said a single word to me during the entire drive, and even now, as he pulls up in front of my apartment building, he is deathly silent.

  Should I say something? Should I just climb out of his car and walk away, never looking back?

  When the car stops, I figure there is really nothing left for me to say. The night has been long, eventful, but long nonetheless, and we both knew that this part would eventually happen. I wish it didn’t feel so damn awkward.

  Opening the car door, I climb out, ready to walk away from him and take with me the precious gift he’s given me. I will never forget it. I’m not sure why, but I know that he hadn’t given me the same BDSM treatment he would have given any other woman who might have answered his ad. In fact, he behaved more like a boyfriend, catering to me, and making sure that I experienced what I’d come for. I know that I will never forget it or him, and I know with certainty that will never find it again.

  But it is better to have it and lose it, than to never have had it at all, right?

  “Wait,” I hear him say, as I start making my way to my apartment door.

  Turning, I see him climb out of his car, a BMW that still has that brand new car smell.

  Reaching me, he pulls me into him without warning, sweeping me into a steamy, scorching kiss before releasing me. “You are welcome,” he smiles, and I can’t help but smile back at him.

  “See you around, Blake.”

  Turning away from him, I walk into my building and release the breath I’ve been holding as I hear him peel off and drive away.

  Damn he’s hot.

  I am going to miss him, I realize, as I walk inside my apartment, throwing my keys and purse down on the kitchen table before pulling off my ridiculously high heels.

  Smiling, I peel off my dress, tossing it into the hamper and turning on the hot water in the shower.

  Do I feel sad that the night has ended? Maybe. Will I ever regret it? Not for one second. Because Blake Hanson gave me something I will forever treasure. He freed something inside me that I hadn’t even known was there in just one night.

  ALYSON

  Holy crap, I just had my first real orgasm!

  I’m grinning from ear to ear at the realization that I finally feel like a real woman. I happily step into the steaming hot bath, allowing the jasmine bath salts I added to work out the delicious aches left in Blake’s wake. I never realized how exhausting and strenuous sex could be. Then again, I never had sex with anyone like Blake before. And boy, did it surpass any and all of my expectations!

  You slut!

  Yes, it was slutty of me to go out with this stranger for the sole purpose of having sex with him, but damn it, having now experienced everything I’ve been missing, I would do it again… and again... and, oh yeah, again!

  With a shit-eating grin, I can’t help but remember his sizzling touch, his smoldering steel gray eyes, and the way he took complete control over my body, setting it gloriously ablaze.

  God, he was perfect. Just fucking perfect!

  It had been an impeccable night, despite the minor hiccups, but I wasn’t silly enough to believe that he had given me more than a fraction of the same treatment he’d have given a more experienced sub—the videos I watched online told me that much. Instead, he had been compassionate when needed, rough when necessary, and purely animalistic as he brought my body to heights it had never known.

  Why did he take it so easy on me? I haven’t the faintest idea, but I loved every second of it.

  Leaning back in the bathtub, I close my eyes, only to imagine his darkened, feverish, eyes staring at me, drinking me in. I can’t help but moan as I allow my hands to roam over my body, mimicking his touch as I experienced it, just an hour ago. It doesn’t feel the same, lacking the equivalent excitement that his touch provided, but it’s all I have now. I will never see him again; never experience his heart-stopping kisses, his alluring stare.

  Will I miss him?

  The question can’t be answered, at least not while the memories of the night are still so freshly imprinted on my mind. But I push the thought away nonetheless, not wanting to worry about the potential damage I’ve opened myself up to by allowing this man, this sex-god, to have his way with me, only to have him walk away afterwards.

  Bringing my right hand up to cover one of my still swollen breasts, I slowly caress it, imagining his skilled tongue lapping over it, elongating it, just as he had nipped at and suckled on my peaked nipples. I whimper at the thought, as my left hand descends down my body to the place that still yearns for his filling. Finding my clit, I rub it in slow, torturous circles, my breath quickening as the throbbing between my legs steadily increases. My thoughts are only of him and how he completely filled me, lusciously stretching me, and increasing the fire within me. Maintaining the same pace, I bite my lip as my mind drifts back to how forcefully he’d repeatedly thrust into me.

  No one else is going to fuck you like that. That man is one of a kind, Lane.

  Saddened by the thought, I pull my hand from between my legs, my desire sud
denly gone. How can I miss a man I barely know?

  Climbing out of the bath, I grab the plush, warm robe hanging behind the door and wrap it around myself, protectively. I know it’s silly of me to feel saddened at the thought of never seeing Blake again, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if I’d met him under different circumstances. Would he have been open for more? Am I open for more?

  Get a grip! You fucked! It was amazing, but now it’s over. Move on!

  Deciding that my conscience is right, I shake my head in an attempt to free myself of all thoughts of Blake—at least for now. It was one night. One ab-so-fucking-lutely wonderful night, and I need to appreciate it for what it was and then move the hell on.

  A soft knock at the door startles me out of my reverie.

  Who the hell is that? I wonder, as I make my way to the door, grabbing the bat I keep near the entryway. I’m not normally a paranoid person…well, no more paranoid than I would consider normal, but, since I live all alone in New York City, without even a single friend to call on, I always keep a weapon of some kind near my door, just in case. This metal bat once belonged to my father, and having it there for protection always makes me feel as though he’s there for me if ever I need protecting, such as right now when I’m about to open the door for God knows who at this very late hour. I am painfully aware of my vulnerability, but I continue on, although I fear it might be a rapist.

  Yeah, because rapists are known to knock on your door before they steal your virtue! What the hell, Lane?

  I push that ridiculous thought out of my mind. No rapist or murderer is going to knock on the door. I chastise myself, but I still I hold onto my sidekick metal bat. I have either been living in New York City for far too long, or my obsession with Law & Order has turned me into a paranoid mess. Twice tonight, I’ve turned a simple situation into a scenario in which I end up raped and murdered.